anonymous requested: Can you do a coach negan fan fiction where he looks out for one of his students because they’re getting bullied or somet thanks x
Character(s): Negan and Reader (pre-apocalypse) Summary: Coach Negan takes a liking to you and after he witnesses the bullying that you endure, he shows you just exactly how special you are. Word Count: 3,448 Warning: SMUT!!! Author’s Note: Thank you to the anon who sent this request in! I was so excited to write this story. I mean, a Coach Negan fic? Yes, please. So, I hope whoever sent this in, enjoys this one-shot! I figured I’d add some smut because I just couldn’t help myself lmao. Enjoy! :-)
Title: Into Focus Character: Peter Parker A/n: I really hope we get to see more of the photographer aspect of Peter’s character in later movies.
“Do you have any idea what you’d want for your birthday?” You asked Peter as the two of you made the usual walk home from school.
Peter shook his head. “I already told you that you really don’t have to get me anything, just make a card or something.”
“Don’t be so lame, of course I’m getting you a present,” You said, lightly elbowing him. “So, come on, help make my job easier.”
Peter made a zipping motion across his lips. “Nope.
“Ned, can you help me out with something?” You asked, balancing your phone between your jaw and shoulder as you scrolled through various shopping sites on your computer.
“Look, if it’s about the English homework, I don’t really get it much either.”
You chucked. “No, I got that done an hour ago. But I need help picking out a gift for Peter.”
“Oh, okay. What do you have down so far?”
You went through your short list of things you had bookmarked, all of which were met with noises of disagreeance.
“Eh, I’m not really liking any of them so far. What else do you have?”
You sighed, leaning foward to rest your head on your arms. “That’s all of it.”
“Well, looks like we have a lot of work to do before Pete’s birthday.”
Your head shot up. “You mean you’re gonna help me?”
“Of course,” Ned said, but after there was short pause. “But in return, you gotta send me the English homework.”
With Peter’s birthday coming closer, you and Ned spent a lot of your free time trying to narrow down your options for a gift. The two of you had been on every shopping site known to man, but so far you only had a few things picked out, none of which that stood out to you.
“I wanna make this special, I finally have money of my own so I’m actually able to get him something nice.”
Ned glanced over his laptop screen to give you a look. “Oh okay, I get it now.”
Ned’s smile got wider. “You know.”
“I really don’t.”
“You know..,” He said, waggling his eyebrows. “You having a thing for Peter.”
“Oh come on,” You said, going into full denial mode. “Seriously?”
“Eh, you can deny it all you want. But everyone else notices the doe eyes.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “I do not make doe eyes.”
“Maybe, but Peter does.”
“Hey, do you wanna come over and hang out for a bit?” Peter said, showing up at your locker as you started to shove your things into your backpack. “I can order pizza.”
“Ah man, I would. But me and Ned have to do something.” You told him, trying to give him as little detail as possible.
“Oh, that’s okay. I can just tag along instead?”
“No!” You said, much too quickly. “I-I just mean, it’s kind of a me and him thing, y'know?”
Peter didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to tell you that. “Yeah, yeah. It’s fine, don’t even worry about it.”
“You’re a doll,” You told him, giving his shoulder a punch. “But we’ll hang out soon, okay?”
Peter didn’t even have time to reply before you took off down the hall.
That was incredibly weird, even for you.
But he was interested in what the two of you were doing. Most of the time, all of you hung out as a collective group. There was the off occasion when Peter would invite you over, but that was more because Aunt May liked having you over for dinner every now and then.
Peter just wasn’t under the impression that you and Ned were that close.
“So, are you free tonight to come over? Aunt May’s making in dinner and wanted me to ask you.” Peter said, once again at your locker after the school day ended.
Just as you were about to answer, Peter could see walking up from the opposite end of the hallway.
“Sorry, Pete. Ned and I are doing something.”
“Again?” Peter couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at this point. The two of you had been running off almost everyday for the past week, and each time he was left out of the circle. He’d try and work his way into tagging along, but you were dead set on Peter not being where you two went.
“Yeah, but I’ll stop by tomorrow, okay?” You said, giving him a smile before catching up with Ned.
Peter’s brows furrowed together. What were the two of you doing?
You looked proudly down at Peter’s present, you had spent the night trying to figure out how to wrap it in the most neat way possible. You had even gone out to buy some fancy ribbon to place around the whole thing.
It had taken some time, but you and Ned finally came up with the perfect idea for a gift for Peter, and you were quite happy with it.
Carefully placing the present into your bag, you left a small note on the kitchen counter for your parents to read so they knew where you’d gone.
You practically sprinted the whole way to Peter’s apartment complex, coming up to the door and knocking rapidly.
Peter was the one who answered, and you instantly pulled him into a hug. “Happy Birthday!”
You had caught him off guard, half because you actually showed up and the other half because of the sudden hug.
“Thank you,” He said with a laugh, returning it before showing you inside. “I’m surprised you made it.”
“Of course I’d make it, what do you mean?”
“Just like, the whole thing with running off with Ned, like every day for the past week.” Peter explained, trying to say it in the least bitter way possible.
“Oh no,” You said, reaching around to pull his gift from your bag. “He was just helping me pick this out for you.”
Peter slowly took it from you. “You didn’t have to.”
“Yeah, but I did,” You said, practically bouncing from excitement. “Open it!”
Peter laughed, starting to undo all the nice wrapping. “Oh wow,” He said quietly once he could see enough of the box to know what it was.
Peter looked up at with wide eyes. “Oh wow.” He said, flipping open the box and pulled out a camera.
You gave him a broad smile. “Do you like it?” You asked him, setting the box on the sofa while you moved to stand beside him. "It’s not very fancy, but I thought it was perfect to start out with.”
“No, No.” Peter said, carefully flipping it over as he examined it. “It’s perfect.”
“Good, took Ned and I days to decide on what to get you. You’ll get his present later though.”
“How much was it?”
“Doesn’t matter,” You said with a cheeky smile before pulling him to the fire escape. “Come on, let’s try it out!”
It was late into the afternoon, so the sky had already begun to shift into various shades of pink and oranges. “This is a great view, give it a whirl.” You encouraged.
Peter brought up the camera to his eyes, taking a second to get used to the features before the skyline came into focus.
He was just about to press the button when he glanced over at you and saw the pure expression of happiness etched across your face as you had all of your focus on the city.
Peter found himself aiming the picture at you instead, and that was when he took it.
“Did you get it? How does it look?” You asked him, still keeping your gaze outward.
Peter pulled the camera down and smiled at you. “Perfect.”
Something was off. For the past couple of weeks, Harry had been acting strangely. He’d always seem like his head was up in the clouds, and whenever you managed to pull him back down to earth, he’d give you nothing but short answers. You put it off at first, thinking it was just him being super tired from all the work he had to get done. It made sense, obviously! He’d leave the house in the morning, and he wouldn’t come back until the dead of night. The most affection you had gotten from him was a side hug and a quick peck on the cheek.
“I honestly have no idea what’s going on.” You shook your head, raising your mug to your lips to take a sip of coffee. Y/F/N raised an eyebrow before shrugging casually while she continued to scroll through her phone. Since Harry was barely at home, you figured you’d leave the house for some fresh air. Spending a day with Y/F/N doing nothing but drinking coffee and gossiping was a great way to unwind! Except, Y/F/N was doing nothing but winding you up.
“If you think about it, what I said makes a lot of sense.” Y/F/N continued to push her logic, locking her phone and setting it aside. “All the puzzle pieces fit together perfectly! What else would he be doing? He leaves early, he comes back late. He’s barely showing any affection. You two have only been together for a couple months - I don’t want to come off as brutal, but maybe he’s… Y’know, goofing around with-”
“Harry would never cheat on me!” You interrupted, your cheeks flaring up as you got a couple glares from other coffee-drinkers. “I… I trust him.” You cleared your throat, Y/F/N letting out a sharp breath.
“Y/N, listen to me. Sometimes, relationships don’t work out! I know you really, really like him, but it can’t be helped if he doesn’t feel the same way about you! I hate to say it, but maybe you two just aren’t compatible.”
Suddenly, it clicked in your mind. Your lifestyle and Harry’s lifestyle didn’t match up. While he was off attending interviews, mingling with celebrities, and going to fancy parties, you were at home studying for your finals. You were a university student - Harry was a world-renown popstar.
“Honey, maybe he wants someone who knows what it feels like being super famous. Maybe he wants someone who understands- Heck, maybe he already found someone else! He obviously cares about you so he’s probably finding a way to break it to y-”
“That’s not fair.” You cut Y/F/N off, feeling your heart beginning to race. You couldn’t accept it, you didn’t want to accept it!
“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”
You were going to do it. You were going to finally talk to Harry about the ongoing situation. Even though you hated confrontation, you knew you had to do something about it. You were sick of being alone, you were sick of the fact that Harry was treating you like a friend rather than a girlfriend. Or maybe you could just avoid everything and act like nothing was wrong.
“Y/N, love - It’s nearly 1 in the mornin’, why’re you still up?” You jumped slightly at the sound of the door slamming, making you look up from your textbooks.
“Studying.” You responded, watching as Harry kicked his boots off and hung his coat up on the coat rack.
“A’right.. I’m goin’ to bed, then. Don’ study for too long. You go crazy when you’re running on less than 6 hours of sleep.” Harry joked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Just before he had the chance to head towards the stairs, you stopped him.
“Can we talk?” You asked quietly, unable to make direct eye contact with Harry. He tilted his head in curiosity before nodding slowly, moving over to sit down next to you on the couch.
“Wha’s the matter?” He pinched your arm playfully before grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it to his chest. There was a moment of silence before he noticed your eyes beginning to well with tears. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Harry sat up straighter, about to wrap an arm around your shoulder before you pushed his hand away.
“I just… I feel like you don’t like me as much as I like you.” You sniffled, trying your best to keep from bursting into tears. “I don’t think I can be in a relationship where I’m alone for most of the day, and the most I get out of you is a kiss on the cheek.”
“And I understand that our lives are different from each other’s, and as much as it hurts me - If you want to be with someone who’s more… Compatible with you, I can accept that.” A hot tear rolled down your cheek before you reached up and quickly wiped it away. “I just want you to be happy, you know? I don’t understand why you’ve been acting so distant lately, and I want you to talk to me, but you’re barely here and I feel like it would be better for the both of us if we-”
“I love you.”
“-Harry, I’m not done talking, let me finish.” You hiccuped, using the back of your hand to wipe away a tear again as the gears continued to click in your head. “As I was saying, it would be-” Wait a minute. Wait a minute. “I’m sorry, you what?”
“I know I’ve not been the greatest boyfriend lately… Y’know, we’ve only been together for a couple months but I… I’ve been feeling different, I guess, and I was scared that if I told you, you’d freak out and run away or something. I dunno, I went out a lot cos I was afraid that if you did something cute I would blurt out how much I like you and that’s jus’ not the ideal way I want to do it?” Harry was rambling at this point, his cheeks brightening up as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck nervously. “This isn’t exactly the way I wanted to tell you either, but I figured it be good to tell you now rather than have you break up with-”
“Say it again.” You whispered, a soft smile ghosting over your features. You were obviously still in a state of ‘what-the-hell-is-going-on’, considering Harry had just admitted he loved you - but you needed to hear it again to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Harry paused, blinking quickly to make sure you were reacting positively.
“I love you.”
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hopefully this makes up for the fact i’ve been very inactive lately sorry my friends!! (this hasn’t been proofread by the way don’t kill me)
You and Briana had become very close since you’d become a season regular. You found she was easy to talk to and the two of you had a lot in common. She quickly became a best friend and confidant, someone you knew you could talk to about anything and everything you needed and it wouldn’t go any further. She had the same confidence in you and before you knew it, your deepest, darkest secrets started pouring out. She was great about giving helpful advice but you were never good at taking it.
You rested your left arm across your knees and propped your right elbow up on top, resting your chin on your right fist. Looking up at the TV screen that was streaming the current panel, you smiled to yourself. Jensen was picking on Misha again, telling the fans an embarrassing story that had happened a few days ago. You shook your head and looked over to Briana, who was sporting a knowing smile.
“Jensen’s just so…I don’t know Bri, I think I love him. I think he’s trying to tell me something by the way he acts around me but I just…I don’t know.”
Briana’s smile had went from understanding to face-splitting, just as you were about to ask her what her problem was, you seen it, Jensen was smiling at the camera, knowing you would be backstage watching.
“Y/N…I love you too.” Your eyes were glued to the TV screen and your face was burning red, you’d forgotten about the microphone that was hanging from your right hand. The microphone the crew was supposed to turn off as soon as you were backstage.
Jensen held a finger up to the audience and tucked behind the curtains, coming into your view. You buried your face in your hands, groaning into your palms and hoping this was all a dream. Before you could physically pinch yourself, a large, strong hand was gripping your upper arm, pulling you out of your seat. You looked up into Jensen’s bright, smiling eyes before he pulled you in for a searing, knee weakening kiss. When you pulled away he brushed his knuckles down your jaw, smiling.
“I was hoping you noticed the way I’ve been acting. I’m not one to just spill my feelings…like you.” He broke into a fit of laughter before you gently punched his shoulder. “Watch it, Ackles. I can always take it back.” His laughter trailed off, replaced with a slightly panicked expression.
“You wouldn’t dare. You said love, Y/N. You can’t just take those things back. Let’s make this a little more formal. I think I’ve fallen in love with you, Y/N. Will you give me a chance to show you?” His fingers linked through your own as his eyes bore into yours. You fought to keep the tears at bay as you answered his question.
A/N: This was requested by @theweirdestravenclaw:
I kinda think that someone should write about the problem that Lucifer’s human girlfriend ages…
I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!
For any angel, meeting their soulmate was both a blessing, and a curse. A human’s lifespan was incredibly short compared to the immortality of all angels. The bond between an angel and their soulmate was the strongest bond known to angel kind. The only thing no one ever seemed to talk about was the years leading up to a soulmate’s passing.
Lucifer walked up to the door of your home, pausing as his hand reached the door knob. Would this be the day you forgot him? Would you smile when you saw him? He would remember you for eternity. He never realized how hard it would be for him to lose you.
When he came into your home, he could smell the scent of muffins. Even in your old age you seemed to have the energy to make muffins every morning. The fallen archangel closed the door behind him and headed towards the kitchen. You were wearing the same apron you always wore when baking or cooking.
so I would like a scenario with yuto and the reader. Where yuto has a crush on you and is trying to express his feelings to you, and is trying to do cute stuff for you but you’re relatively indifferent about how you feel towards him
Scenario: yuto/reader (this is the first time I do a request, so I hope it is good)
There he was again. Looking at you with heart eyes and expectantly. He had just presented you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers and you felt your heart flutter at how nervous he seemed to be. “Uh, d-do you like them? I remembered that time we talked once and you told me you liked this type… so I just figured I could give you some…” his voice faded at the end of the sentence and you held back a sigh.
You two had that conversation about two months ago and he still remembered it? How sweet could this japanese boy get? “They are pretty,” you say with a forced nonchalant tone. “But what are you doing here in my house? It’s almost midnight, Yuto…”
The boy’s shoulders dropped considerably. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was this late, really…” all of his 1,82m didn’t seem much as he was almost curling in a ball of shame. Your heart clenched, it hurt a little to see how miserable he looked doing all of that stuff to get your attention even though it was extremely cute. “I guess, I’ll leave-”
Suddenly, a loud thunder reverberated and both of you gasped in surprise. A big storm was coming, you thought. Looking at Yuto and the flowers he was holding, you took a deep breath and decided to cut yourself some slack. After all, you would only be inviting him in to save Yuto from the rain; you surely was not giving in to your own feelings. “Hey, come inside,” you said and his dark eyes widened cutely. You held back a smile, “we both know that if you get sick due to the rain it will be bad not only for you but for the whole group, right? Besides, I could use a helping hand to put those flowers in a vase.”
He nodded a little stunned and followed you inside the living room. The lights were on and he observed your simple house. “It is not much,” you said. “I know you guys live in a better dorm, but I like the simpleness of here.”
“Oh! I actually love it,” he said smiling. “It’s just like you, I guess.”
“Um? What do you mean by that?” you frowned and went inside the small kitchen to grab a glass vase.
“It just reminds me a lot of you. The way the furniture is distributed, the way it smells sweet like your cologne and how it is small,” he chuckled and you felt your hands halt at his words. “I just like it.”
And what the hell would you answer to that? “Uh, could you come here? I’ll put the flowers in it,” you said, finally deciding to ignore his words.
Yuto entered the small room and it looked like he was almost too tall for it. The air felt heavier and you forced your heart to maintain a steady beat. “Oh,” his deep voice sounded surprised. “You still have this…”
You looked up and saw the small poorly made penguin figure that was up your fridge. He had given it to you after they made sculptures in a variety show. The MC had said that they should give it to someone they cared about since they made it with their own hands. The next day, Yuto appeared at your doorstep with it in hands and a faint blush in his cheeks. You had watched the show and you knew what that meant, but you decided to ignore it. It couldn’t be. Adachi Yuto didn’t have a crush on you.
However, as the time went by, he kept sending more signals and Yuto became more bold everyday. He started sending texts of “good morning” and “have you eaten yet” constantly even though you were sure he did not have the time to do it. It was obvious to everyone that all of his free time was used to talk to you and you really enjoyed it. Still… how could you accept it? He was the main rapper and the vocalist of Pentagon and you couldn’t allow yourself into that dream. Even if Yuto wanted it as much as you.
“Yes,” you said with a normal tone. He gave you the flowers and you carefully prepared them to fit in the vase. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug. “It’s kind of ugly.”
No, it’s not and I love it, you thought. “It’s not that ugly,” you said, “it’s alright.” He hummed in agreement and you cursed internally; things were not supposed to be like this. “It’s done,” you said finishing the work with the flowers. You wrapped your hands around them and one thorns pricked your finger. “Ouch!”
“Are you okay?!” Yuto promptly got your wrist in hands and took the flowers out of your hand to examine what had happened. It was a small thing, just a little blood coming out of your index finger, but he still frowned deep in concern and gently caressed your palm. “Damn, we should get this cleaned.”
You were ready to tell him he didn’t have to do all of that. Everything was fine, it didn’t even hurt! But you couldn’t. The feeling of his large hands involving yours and how he kindly led you to the faucet and washed your finger made you stay right there, with your heart pounding against your chest and trying to not lose your mind.
“I think it’s fine, do you have a band-aid?” he asked suddenly making full eyes contact.
“I-I,” you stuttered and rapidly took your hand out of his. Yuto frowned a little and unsuccessfully tried to hide his disappointment. “I’m fine, Yuto.”
“But, your finger…”
“I’m really fine,” you cut his sentence and hurriedly headed to the living room trying to get away from that crumpled place where you shared too much space with the tall man.
“Hey…” Yuto called softly. You had your back turned to him, but you could feel how close he was. His hands landed on your shoulders and you felt like melting. “What… what is wrong? Did something happen? D-did I do something?”
You firmly shook your head. You couldn’t believe how concerned he sounded. “It’s nothing, Yuto. Maybe… maybe you should go home.”
He took a few steps and put himself in front of you. Yuto leaned forward and took your chin between his long fingers to make you meet his eyes. He looked more worried than sad about your request and that broke your heart. “Come on, baby, if there is something wrong, you can tell me.”
“B-baby?” your eyes widened and Yuto’s did the exact same. It looked like he hadn’t noticed the word coming off of his lips.
“I-I mean,” his deep voice was weak, “it’s just…”
It just looked like he had ran out of excuses. Both of you fell into an awkward silence and the tension could be cut by a knife. You knew why he had called you like that and you knew that you wanted that. But, still…
“I need to tell you something,” he said and your throat went completely dry. “It’s been a long time actually, probably since the first time I met you, and I was planning on letting it go, but it just don’t go away-”
“No, I need to finish this.” His eyes were completely locked on yours and the way your heart was beating against your ribs made you think the organ could even escape. “I know you don’t like me, but I can’t help but worrying about you, wanting constantly to be around you; seriously, I get why you don’t like me, but I-”
You know your expression revealed pure shock and Yuto took a deep, cracked breath. He looked like he was hesitating and the atmosphere felt so heavy in your lungs that it was hard to breathe.
“But I like you,” he finally said. “I really do.”
There were tears prickling in the corners of your eyes; you were paralyzed, you had no idea of what to say, of what to do with your feelings. You wanted to cry.
“And it’s fine if you don’t like me back,” he smiled painfully. “Because all I want is to be by your side, whether you are indifferent or not; I just like you too much to care.”
I like you too, the words were right there in your mind; but you seemed incapable of saying them. Yuto sighed and you swear you could see tears in his eyes too.
“I’ll go now,” he said and your heart sank in your chest. “I’m really sorry for this,” he turned his back to you and walked towards the front door. “Just please… don’t push me away-”
You grabbed his wrist and closed your eyes trying to muster all the courage you could ever have. “I… I won’t push you away, Yuto,” your voice was practically a whisper. “I want you to stay.”
Slowly, you opened your eyes and waited with your head turned to the ground for some reaction.
When there was some seconds of pure nothingness and you were ready to regret everything you had done, you felt his arms around you.
He hugged you tightly and squeezed you a little. Your head was right on his shoulder and his perfume was relaxing; it felt just right.
“I will stay,” he said and you smiled against the cloth of his t-shirt.
Maybe you shouldn’t have waited so much to make that cutie yours.
Requested by: Anonymous:: Can you do a fic where Sherlock notices everything about the reader and tries to woo her.
A/N: This was inspired by a fic I read. Also, this one is VERY fluffy and silly, god. (It’s also not entirely what anon requested for 😞 nor what I wanted it to be like, darn.) Hope you guys like it, anyway..
“You’re wearing too much make up, (Y/N),” Sherlock said suddenly, causing you to choke on the coffee you were just finishing.
What in the bloody hell?
John looked at Sherlock with wide eyes, confusion written all over his face.
You shot the detective an angry glare.
“I like it this way, thank you for stating your unwanted opinion,” you retorted.
Sherlock’s eyebrows furrowed at your words.
Sherlock was being exceptionally infuriating today, you couldn’t wait for the cab to arrive so you could head to the date you had.
“Your shoes look comfortable,” he piped up again and you looked at him like he’d gone bonkers. John hid his face behind the newspaper before you could see him but you were pretty sure he was smirking.
What was wrong with Sherlock?
You shot him another glare. “I’m leaving,” you declared and slammed the door behind you.
Sherlock had gone mental for sure.
“I don’t understand,” Sherlock declared after you’d left.
“Aren’t women supposed to adore compliments?” Sherlock asked.
John burst out laughing.
“Are you bloody serious?” he asked from in between his laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Sherlock asked, casting John a confused look.
“How is ‘You’re wearing too much make up’ a compliment, Sherlock?” John asked, still laughing.
“I also said that she looks much more beautiful without it,” Sherlock replied, a frown on his face.
“…No you didn’t,” John remarked, bewildered.
“What do you mean- Oh no. I must’ve not said it out loud,” Sherlock muttered, slapping his forehead.
John doubled up with laughter, which earned him a glare.
“Also, ‘Your shoes look comfortable?’ Jesus! That is not a compliment. You were simply being weird,” John stated, tears starting to spill out of his eyes from the laughter.
“I told her about one of my cases yesterday, she was unimpressed,” he muttered, gazing at John.
“Oh yeah, which one?” John asked, wiping the tears.
“The one where we had to cut up dead bodies because Molly was not in London and you were in awe of my dissecting skills,” Sherlock stated seriously.
“I was not in awe and are you being serious?” John asked, trying to bite back laughter but failing miserably.
“I may have exaggerated and what is so funny?!” he asked, agitated.
“I’m sorry but- Sweet Jesus,” John guffawed, holding his stomach and leaning over the side of the armchair.
Sherlock only glared at John. It took ten minutes and a pillow thrown at him for him to stop laughing.
“You, my friend, are in serious trouble. Talking about dead bodies will not help you get the girl,” John said, still chuckling.
“Then what do I do? You tell me John, you know more about women,” Sherlock asked seriously.
John smirked at Sherlock.
“I’ll tell you.”
You woke up next morning with a headache. The blind date had been a disaster and it had totally ruined your day. What were you thinking?
You walked into the kitchen still dressed in your night wear- shorts and a tank top.
Sherlock was in the kitchen too, working on one of his experiments. He was wearing a purple shirt- the purple shirt. You blushed a little when you saw him- the shirt made him look a million times sexier and always sent your mind into the gutter.
Sherlock looked up when you came in.
“Morning,” you mumbled, opening the fridge to check if there was milk.
“Good Morning, (Y/N),” he said from behind you.
There were fingers in the fridge but no milk. You sighed and turned around.
Your breath caught a little when you found Sherlock’s face inches from yours. His beautiful eyes were gazing into yours.
“Your eyes, (Y/N), they always bring a glow to your face, even when you’ve just woken up,” Sherlock said timidly.
“Uh. Thanks.. I guess?” you mumbled, flustered and moved away from him a little.
What was wrong with him? Why was he acting weird again?
Sherlock smirked. It seemed to be working.
You moved over to the counter, fishing around for any edible item, trying to hide your blush. You tucked a lose stand of hair behind your ear, as you looked into the cupboard under the sink.
“Even the tiniest things you do- such as the one you just did- stir my senses in a way no one has ever been able to before,” he said in that sensual voice of his.
You froze at his words.
Was he flirting with you? Was the Sherlock Holmes flirting with you?
His words sent cool shivers down your spine- and that voice of his, it wasn’t helping.
Sherlock, obviously, figured that his words were having the intended affect. He smirked a little and continued-
“Your curves, (Y/N)-” he began to say, but you cut him off.
“Alright Sherlock, what’s up?” you asked quietly. If this was some sort of a joke, you were going to kill him.
You did have feelings for him, but you’d buried them, knowing he’d never like you back.
He sighed, making that puppy dog face of his.
“I’m trying to pay you a compliment and well.. trying to get you to notice me. It’s not working very well, evidently, ” he said awkwardly, ruffling his hair.
You almost chuckled at him. He was so adorable when he was awkward.
“Were you flirting with me?”
“Trying to, yes.”
“John helped you, I assume,” you said, trying to control your laughter.
“Was anything you said true?” you asked, stepping closer to him.
“Every word,” he whispered nervously.
“Then we’re done here,” you whispered putting your arms around him.
He pulled you closer but you put a hand on his chest.
“ ‘Stir my senses’ ?” you asked him, chuckling quietly.
“It was horrid, wasn’t it?” he asked, scratching his head.
“Quite the contrary,” you whispered before pulling him in for a kiss.
A/N: TGIF! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!
This was requested by an Anon:
Can you do a thingy for like a teenage runaway that finds the bunker and hides out in it or maybe just like someone finds them or something idk i had a cute idea but i cannot explain it i guess
You had been on the run for years now. You never expected the private investigators or the police to catch on to you at this point in the game. You had to get somewhere safe. You weren’t picky; you would go anywhere to escape being found.
As you ran down the gravel road, your eyes scanned the terrain for somewhere to hide. There weren’t many options considering you were in Lebanon, Kansas. Your eyes spotted what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse or factory. You picked up the pace, making sure that you weren’t being followed. You shut the door behind you, leaning your back against the metal door.
That’s when you noticed things were not as they seemed. Your eyes grew wide as you slowly padded up to the banister. This was no abandoned warehouse. You slowly descended down the metal staircase, your hand sliding along the cold metal railing.
Imagine Dan starting a live stream and getting questions about your relationship and whether or not he’s going to propose.
“Alright next question. Annnnnd it’s the same question from ten bagillion people, let’s see. ‘When are you going to finally take your relationship further with (y/n)? Why haven’t you popped the question? Just get on with it already!’ Okay, okay, okay. I get it. We’ve been together for a long time, (y/n)’s moved in with me and Phil, but I just don’t know if it’s right to jump right into this… *GIF* …she has been dropping hints about it. She changed her contact on my phone to Mrs. Howell.” He laughs to himself and rummages through a desk drawer, pulling out a small velvet box.
Dan whispers to the camera, “Well, live for you all is just as good a time as any,” then shouts into the distance, “(Y/N)! Can you come in here please?!” He adjusts his fringe in the mirror before taking a knee in front of the closed door where she would come through. SHe slowly opens the door.
“Yeah, Dan, what’s…” You can’t seem to get the words from your brain to your mouth. You stand in awe at the kneeling man before you. Your heart freezes in the moment. You’re having trouble catching your breath, until finally you notice something that makes you chuckle. Dan feels a bead of sweat trickle down his neck.
“What’s so funny?!” he asks, his voice shaking.
“Live? Really?” you laugh. He smiles and stares at the ground.
“It would’ve been really awkward if I was just tying my shoe. So, I suppose I should officially propose. (Y/n)?”
“Yes,” you excitedly ask.
“Will you do me the honor of marr–” He barely finished his question before you throw yourself into his arms.
“Yes, yes, yes!” You can hear his phone uncontrollably going off with all the twitter notifications. He loosens his grip of the tender hug he has encased you in and meets your eyes.
A/N: I <3 Pride and I know all of you do to! Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3
Requested by: Anon - “hi I love your blog and I was wondering if you can make an imagine where Pride is trying to confess his feelings for reader but fails to. it can end however you want it to, I’d just really like some flustered and embarrassed and slightly angsty Pride ❤❤ thank you”
Word Count: 987
Pairing: Pride x Reader
Pride had noticed a change in himself, it was gradual and it certainly didn’t happen overnight but he started thinking about you in a different way - he started noticing things about you more. The way your hair would fall over your face when you were looking down at a file at your desk, or the way your laugh would make him smile every time Patton or LaSalle said something funny. He started wishing that he was the one to make you laugh like that and sometimes it was but that wasn’t good enough for Pride. Hell, he’d even catch himself purposely walking behind you to watch the sway in your hips.
This went on for months and it didn’t let up, Pride was falling further and further for you but you didn’t have a clue. Not one inkling. He’d decided to pluck up the courage and ask you out to dinner. He knew what getting involved with a colleague would entail but he couldn’t deny himself anymore.