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Mycroft’s Ties in Season Four

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Basic Overview of Mycroft’s Different Ties:

We don’t really have a strict key as to what ties symbolise what exactly, but we can deduce roughly what they mean by comparing the different occasions in which they are worn.

- The Red Tie of Love and Sentiment
Worn on occasions to do with sentiment/familial love and helping Sherlock e.g., reading about Sherlock’s suicide in the paper in the Diogenes, Christmas, in the helicopter after Sherlock shoots Magnussen.
- The Navy Ties of Business, Work, and Duty
Worn typically while trying to save lives and prevent terrorist attacks. Usually Mycroft wants to use Sherlock as a weapon e.g., discussing taking down the  London terrorist network when Sherlock returns from Serbia.
- The Johnlock Fleur De Lis Tie
Aka., the best tie. Worn whenever Mycroft goes to John to discuss Sherlock’s feelings and to Sherlock to discuss John’s feelings e.g., talking to John at Speedy’s/the Diogenes, the “narrow it down” speech in TSoT.
- The Black Tie of Death and Sorrow
Helping Sherlock fake his death in Reichenbach, helping Lestrade locate Sherlock’s boltholes after he escapes the hospital, when Mycroft is committing suicide by eating many, many cakes in TAB, when Irene ‘dies’ in ASiB (with additional white slashes here).
- The Grey Moriarty Tie
Self-explanatory. Any time Moriarty is making Mycroft do something against his will, or otherwise influencing him, the steel grey ties come out. It may be a specific shade of grey that indicates Moriarty, however, as there are also lilac-grey ties that Mycroft wears which are slightly different.
- The Purple Tie of Mystery and Fuckiness
Mysterious. No one knows. Does it indicate illusion? Fictitiousness? Insincerity? Wisdom? Mycroft wears alternating purple/pink ties on the tarmac/plane in HLV/TAB aka., “Tie Hell”.

The Six Thatchers:

TYPE: Lilac/grey tie with small spots
CONTEXT: Presenting the doctored footage of Sherlock shooting Magnussen
WHAT WE CAN INFER: Most likely not directly linked to Moriarty. A lilac-grey tie may indicate objectivity/planning/calculated thinking here. Also probably links into the fabrication of events.

TYPE: The Grey Moriarty Tie
CONTEXT: Discussing Moriarty’s next move with Sherlock in the first bunker scene
WHAT WE CAN INFER: It’s likely that Mycroft is holding back and not saying all that he knows in this situation because of Moriarty’s influence.

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Political Animals-Part 5

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post

FYI: The words in bold are texts

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Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I should have known when Cas asked me to meet him for lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant that he was trying to bribe me.  He HATED Thai food.

“So next Friday is a fundraiser to benefit the Met.  It’s black tie.  Mom wants us all to go.  She says everyone who is anyone will be there, including a few wealthy patrons she is hoping will donate to her campaign.  Will you go?”  He looked worried.

I sighed.  “Why does she always send you to do her dirty work, Cas? It’s really not fair to you to be put in the middle of this mess with us.”

He grinned at me. “Mom’s a smart woman.  She knows you won’t say no to your big brother.  So are you in?  You can even bring a date if you want.”

I thought of Sam who I’d secretly seeing behind everyone’s back. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“Mom said she would buy you a dress.  Will you be bringing someone?”  Cas asked uncomfortably.

I rolled my eyes at him. “I can buy my own damn dress, Cas! You’re not fooling me for a second.  That is just Mom’s way of trying to control what I wear.  And I’l be coming alone. I wouldn’t subject anyone to this train wreck.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/N.” Cas said with a smirk.

“I can’t wait until this damn election is over!” I told him with an exhausted groan.

He raised an eyebrow at me.  “But what if Mom wins?”

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I Don’t Know What I’d Do Without You (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Self conscious reader, teasing

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Request: Can you do a female reader, where she feels as if she isn’t worthy enough to be in the avengers, she feels as if she’s the odd one out. Nat overhears her talking to her friend on the phone about thinking about leaving and she gets the others to convince her she is worthy?


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Looking at the team known as the Avengers, you had: Two Super soldiers from the second world war, one of which has a metal arm, a Brainiac who makes metallic suits which can withstand a beating, and even made one for his friend, artificial intelligence made by the Brainiac, an assassin trained since birth, another assassin who never misses his shot, a man with mechanical wings a doctor who can turn into a giant green monster who can probably throw a plane when he gets pissed off, a twin pair of super enhanced twins which can move things with her mind and her brother who has super speed, and a literal God… oh, and you, a simple agent.

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Les Amis and Hogwarts Classes

Enjolras: Defense Against the Dark Arts. He beat his supposed doppelganger, Gilderoy Lockhart, in a Dueling Club match in second year. Lockhart has never forgiven him.

Combeferre: Arithmancy. He tends to use Arithmancy to predict larger-scale things, such as their rebellion against the corrupt Ministry, and guide their actions in light of what Arithmancy reveals, but he’s also used it to predict things like: “Which bow tie should I wear?’ or ‘Which glasses will meet with Courfeyrac’s approval?’

Courfeyrac: Muggle Studies. Because Muggle-born and Muggle rights are the center of their cause, and he admires their culture. Researched Muggle fashion, especially, so he doesn’t wear something ridic, like floaties and knee-high boots with a suit.

Joly: Potions. Thought he had dragon pox in first year, and after Madame Pomfrey refused to give him anything because he wasn’t ill, Madame Pomfrey gave him a placebo. He felt better ten minutes later. (Pomfrey has gotten to know him so well he’s almost like her son.) He’s never forgotten that the "cure” was a potion.

Bossuet: Care of Magical Creatures. The class is like a small contained version of Australia, where everything wants to kill you, but Bossuet can’t help but love all of the creatures. (He does find his ways of getting them not to kill him, although they’re a TAD unorthodox.) He moves to Australia after graduation and becomes the Wizarding Steve Irwin.

Grantaire: Transfiguration. He often wishes he could be another, more beautiful person. He uses this to make beautiful art through Transfiguration.

Jehan: Astronomy. Wizarding astronomers know of the work of Muggle astronomers, giving a sense of worldly connection. Like we’re all in this together. And on top of the way that Astronomy speaks of an entire world that might be beyond our knowledge, Jehan’s HOOKED.

Bahorel: Charms. He can’t deny an attraction to darker charms, such as jinxes and hexes. He often practices with Enjolras. But most of the time, he uses charms to change his appearance. He’s grateful he doesn’t have to mess around with make-up when his fingers aren’t dexterous, but he regrets it sometimes when he does things like accidentally remove his eyebrows.

Feuilly: History of Magic. It means everything to him that the Wizarding World chose him and accepted him, so he pays it back in kind by knowing it well. When he discovers that there are factions in this world that don’t like him, he’s disappointed but uses his disappointment to make things right.

Boris in: Dancing with the Devil Pg2

        Boris woke up and stretched as he yawned. He itched his head. He got out of bed and put on his pants. He went outside and let out the sheep from the barn. He counted them up and frozed.

Boris:“There’s….wait, no, that’s not right.” He recounted them again.“There’s suppose to be thirty. There’s ten missing.” He quickly searched the barn for them making sure they weren’t asleep somewhere.“Oh no…” He looked for any tracks for any fox’s that might have snuck in last night. His ears flattened when saw only shoe tracks. He clenched his fists and growled.“Oooh! That just burns me!” He said a bit angrily. He sighed. He watched the sheep eat and wander for a little while before locking them back up in the barn and getting in his
truck. He drove down the dirt path. When he drove into town his eyes widened.“What the…?!” There were people trying to scrub out the ink off the walls and windows.“What the heck happened?” He stopped by Ched’s store and went in.“Mr. Ched?” He called. Ched was on the phone.

Ched:“I don’t care whether you believe me or not! I’m telling ya, a little demon came in last night and stole my candy bars! Hello?! Hello?!” He snarled and slammed down the phone. He looked up at Boris.

Boris:“Someone stole your candy bars?” He slammed his fists down on the counter.

Ched:“Yes! It was a demon I tell ya! Short, had horns, a tail, and he was wearing a bow tie and gloves!” Boris itched his head looking a little confused.

Boris:“That’s odd.” He said.

Ched:“Not only that, he attacked me with ink! Made me hit my off the shelves.”

Boris:“You sure it wasn’t some kid in a costume Mr. Ched?”

Ched:“Ohh, far from it! I hear he attacked Mrs. Mo last night too!” The wolf’s eyes widened in shock.

Boris:“Mrs. Mo? Why would anyone attack someone like her? She’s the sweetest lady in town!” Ched shook his head.

Ched:“Who knows and who cares? Someone’s gotta pay for stealing my stuff! AND ruining my favorite shirt!” Boris left the store and drove to Mrs. Mo’s store.

Boris:“Mrs. Mo?” He called. She came out from the other room and looked relieved when she saw Boris.

Mo:“Oh hello Boris. I was just cleaning up after….what happened last night.”

Boris:“I heard you were attacked but you look fine to me.”

Mo:“Oh, that little devil didn’t lay a hand on me, but I did manage to knock his head off his shoulders with my broom…literally.” She mumbled.“He ate one of my cakes and ruined one of the others. Not only that, he drew on my face!” Boris put his hands on his hips.

Boris:“Now don’t you worry Mrs. Mo, I’m gunna get to the bottom of this. I’ll find out who’s been causing trouble around town and stop them!”

Mo:“Oh dearie, you don’t have to do this.”

Boris:“Nope! I’ve already decided! Besides, someone stole my sheep!”

Mo:“Oh no! That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”

“STAMPEDE!!!”

Boris’s ears went up as he spun around. He left the store and saw his sheep running through town. One demon was riding on one of the sheep’s.

Bendy:“WOOOO! I'am King of the Sheep!” He laughed.

Mo:“That’s him!” She pointed out.“That’s the devil who stole my cakes!” Boris jumped on one of the sheep and chased after him.

Boris:“Hey! Get back here!” He yelled. Bendy looked back and grinned mischievously.

Bendy:“Ohh, look! Someone wants to play!” He giggled. Boris hopped onto the next sheep, then the next, then the next, to get closer to Bendy. Bendy saw him and gasped. He stood up and jumped through an open window of a building. Boris did the same thing and fell in a puddle of ink.

Boris:“Ew!” He said and shook it off.  He looked around and saw Bendy in the elevator across the hall waving at him. He ran towards him.

Bendy:“GOOOING UP!” He pressed a button and the doors closed. Boris slammed into them flat. He fell backwards and landed on his back. He sat up and shook his head. He saw what floor he was heading to and ran up the stairs. When he reached the floor he saw Bendy waving at him once again. He growled and ran towards him again.“GOOOING DOWN!” The doors closed and he stopped himself from running into them. He ran back down the stairs and looked a little tired. He saw Bendy leaning against the door ways and winked at him as he waved. Boris bared his teeth at him. He took in  a deep breath and sighed. He walked towards him instead of running.

Boris:“Okay look, let’s talk about-” He was interrupted by ink to the face and he slid across the floor on his back. Bendy laughed as he pointed at him.

Bendy:“Careful! Wouldn’t wanna slip into an accident now do we? AHAHAHA!” He ran into one of the rooms. Boris chased after him.

Boris:“Where you at devil?” He called as he looked around the room. He looked under the bed. He wasn’t there. He heard the shower running and a familiar voice singing. He went in the bathroom. He moved the curtains and the demon screamed. Boris jumped back startled and quickly closed the curtain.“Woops! Sorry!” He left the bathroom quickly. He was about to leave but then frozed.“Hey wait a minute!” He went back in the bathroom and moved the curtains again.“Got ya!” He said but there was only ink  going down the drain.“Huh?” He itched his head. Just then he heard something squeak behind him and he turned only to find the demon lifting his foot off the rubber duck. He smiled nervously at Boris and chuckled.

Bendy:“Uh, hi?” Boris went to grab him but he spat ink on him again. He ran out of the bathroom and Boris chased after him once more. They ran up the stairs and went to the top of the building. Bendy ran to the edge of the building. He looked back at Boris and held out one hand.“Hold it!” Boris stopped and his eyes widened-fearing what he was going to say.“Take one more step and I’ll jump! I’ll do it!” Boris shook his head.

Boris:“No wait! Don’t do it!” He begged.

Bendy:“I will! Watch me!” He stepped off the building and screamed as he fell. Boris yiped and jumped over after him. Only to find that he was hanging off the side by his tail. Boris screamed as he fell towards the ground. He shut his eyes tight and waited to hit the ground. However, something grabbed his legs and lowered him down safely. He looked up and saw Bendy standing over him grinning.“Aww, did you fall over for little old me?” He kissed his nose.“Mmmmmmmua! AAHhahahahaha!” He giggled before taking off again. Boris rubbed his nose and shook his head. He looked up at the building he fell from. He looked back at where Bendy used to be.

Boris:“He didn’t let me hit the ground?” He stood up. He shook his head and chased after him.

He found Bendy eating someone’s lunch at an unfinished building.

Boris:“Aha! I finally found you!” Bendy’s eyes widened and he took off running again inside the building.“Wait!”

Bendy:“Ah geez! You don’t know when to quit do ya?” He asked.“That’s okay though! I love playing a good old game of  hide and seek!” He jumped in a drawer.

Boris:“Hey!” He looked inside but there was only ink. He looked around.

“Yoohoo~I’m up here.~”

Boris looked up and saw the demon grinning at him from the top of the stairs. He quickly ran up only to fall through the steps. He held on and pulled himself up. He ran down the hall and looked in the first room on the left. He came back out seeing that he wasn’t in there and saw Bendy walked out of one of the rooms in the middle of the hallway and entered another. Boris chased after him. He opened the door but it was a small closet. He itched his head looking confused.

Boris:“How does he do that?” He asked but mostly to himself.

“Oh buddy.~”

Boris looked only to see the demon shaking his butt at him.

Bendy:“Can’t catch me!” Boris growled and ran after him.“AAH!” He ran once more and looked back at Boris. He grinned.“Ha! You can’t REALLY catch me! No one can-” He tripped over a bucket of paint and slipped across the hallway and fell down a hole in the floor. Boris gasped. “Well, this is a sticky situation.” Boris ran to the hole and looked down.

Boris:“W-where’d ya go?” He looked and saw the demon holding onto a pipe. It looked like a long way down. Boris reached towards him.“Here, grab my hand!” Bendy raised a brow.

Bendy:“Why are you helping me? I thought you were mad!” He said.

Boris:“Yeah but I don’t to hurt you!”

Bendy:“Ha! Very funny. As if no one wants to hurt a demon like me.” He took out a cigar and snapped his fingers. There was a flame on his thumb and he lit the cigar.

Boris:“Don’t smoke that!”

Bendy:“Why not? It’s gunna be my last so, cheers, I guess.”

Boris:“It’s not going to be your last if you just take my hand!” Bendy stared at him for a few more seconds before finally sighing.

Bendy:“Well, alright then.” He reached for his hand but was too short.“I..can’t reach!” He slipped.“AH!” He grabbed the pipe and climbed back up. Boris stretched out a little farther.

Boris:“Try now!” Bendy stretched out his arm again. He stretched out his body farther and could almost grab his hand. He suddenly slipped but Boris managed to grab his hand on time and quickly pulled him up out of the hole and held him close tightly.“Phew, that was a close one.” He said.

Bendy:“Sure was-” The ceiling fell in front of them and Boris spun around and ran screaming. He ran through the halls with Bendy in his arms as the building began to fall apart behind them. He ran down the stairs and jumped through the door way. Smoke filled the air around them. Boris coughed and stood up.

Boris:“Are you okay-” He gasped when he saw that the demon was gone.“Hey! Where did you go? Hello?!” He looked back at the building.“Little demon?” He called and quickly searched through the rubble trying to find the creature. So far there was no sign of him anywhere. Boris’s ears lowered and he sighed sadly.“I didn’t even get your name.”

Boris returned to the farm and let out the sheep. He counted them. Thirty. The sheep must’ve found their way back home he thought. He walked up the hill and sat by the tree to watch the sheep wander around and eat grass. He sighed and took out his clarinet. He began to play a soothing tune.

“Heyyy, not bad!” Said a familiar voice. Boris jumped up and looked around.“Up here.” He looked up and saw the demon sitting on a branch and smiling at him. He jumped down and landed in his arms. He kissed his nose.“Did ya miss me?” Boris grinned.

Boris:“You’re alive!” He swung him around.“I thought you were dead! But you’re alive!”

Bendy:“Whoa! Easy there!” He put him down on his feet and he fixed his bow tie.“So, ya still mad at me for stealin’ your sheep and all?” Boris shook his head.

Boris:“Nope! They’re all back.”  Bendy smiled.

Bendy:“Really? Huh, I wonder how that happened.” He said with a wink. Boris smiled and shook his hand.

Boris:“I’m Boris. Boris the Wolf. I never got to tell ya my name before.”

Bendy:“Well Boris, I’m Bendy. Bendy the Demon.” He put his hands on his hips.“So, I’ve been dying to ask you something all day. Why’d ya help me? Everyone in town is afraid of me. You know I’m a demon don’t ya?” He nodded.

Boris:“Yeah, but you don’t seem all that bad. You didn’t…well you know, eat anyone or anything like that.” Bendy gave him an evil smile.

Bendy:“What makes you think I wouldn’t eat you?” He grinned. Boris shrugged.

Boris:“I don’t know.” He said simply. Bendy frowned. He looked at his clarinet and smiled a little.

Bendy:“Say, Boris, would you mind playing that again?” He held up his clarinet.

Boris:“This? Well, I suppose, but only if you promise to leave the town alone. No more stealing, no more covering people or the town with ink and also, no stealing sheep.” Bendy stomped his foot once.

Bendy:“What? Oh come on! It’s fun!” Boris crossed his arms.“Ugh, fine.” Boris smiled and held up his clarinet. He began to play a tune. Bendy tapped one foot and soon began to dance. Boris joined in shortly. The two danced until the sun went down and the moon came up. Boris stopped playing and yawned.

Boris:“It’s pretty late. I should bring the sheep inside the barn. Do you need a ride home?” He asked as they walked towards the barn.

Bendy:“Oh….yeah, uh, I don’t have a home.”

Boris:“You don’t?” He opened the barn door and the sheep wandered in.

Bendy:“Nope, just been running all over the place. Don’t really need sleep.” He shrugged.

Boris:“Hm…”  The last sheep went inside and he closed the door and locked it. The two walked towards Boris’s house.“Well, if you want, you can stay with me for a little while.” Bendy looked at him with wide eyes.

Bendy:“Really? you really mean that?” He asked with almost a hopeful smile. He nodded. Bendy frowned and gave him a look of doubt.“And no foolin’?”

Boris:“Of course not. You can stay as long as you need to.” He said with a smile. Bendy smiled a little.

Bendy:“Alright then, thanks!” He giggled. They went inside and Boris cooked up dinner for two. They watched T.V. and went to bed. Boris showed Bendy the guest room. The bed was made and looked comfortable.“Wow….my own room!” He sat on the bed.“Hm…not a waterbed but it’s still nice!” He grinned at Boris.“You know, for a wolf you sure are pretty friendly.” Boris smiled.

Boris:“Heh, awww, thanks. For a demon you sure are friendly too.” Bendy rolled his eyes.

Bendy:“Yeah….but I don’t see why I need a bed, I don’t sleep.”

Boris:“That’s ok, you can still use if you want.” He yawned and itched his back.“Well, good night Bendy. I’ll see you in the morning.” He closed the door.
Boris went to get a cup of water from the kitchen. He did he wondered if Bendy needed a cup of water. He walked back into the room.“Oh Bendy, did you…” He trailed off when he saw that Bendy had fallen asleep under the blankets in bed. He blinked twice. He slowly smiled ad chuckled.“G'night little buddy.” He whispered and closed the door quietly before heading off to bed.

Character Development- Part 1- April

Description: Dan’s gay. Phil’s straight. They meet when Phil dates one of Dan’s friends. When everyone but Dan betrays Phil, they manage to become best friends. Then, it’s up to them to brave the first year of high school together. However, Dan has some underlying feelings he just can’t shake. And Phil… Well, that’s where the character development comes in.

Genre: Fluff, some angst in the future 

Word Count: 1254

A/N: This first chapter is kinda boring to be honest but I swear it starts getting much better in the next chapter this is kinda just like the introduction with necessary information to push the story forward just stick with me okay 


“Louise, Dan, you’ll be upstairs decorating the locker.” Dan nodded, ecstatic about the birthday surprise for Janice. He found it so cute that Phil was organizing the whole thing for his girlfriend. “And I’ll be downstairs in the band room with Janice, distracting her.” Dan watched as Phil jotted down the entire plan in his notebook.

“But I always go to the band room with Janice in the morning as soon as we get off the bus. Won’t she be suspicious if I leave her?” Louise questioned.

“Just say you need to use the bathroom. She’ll be fine, I’ll be with her.” Louise nodded, satisfied with Phil’s response. Dan didn’t blame her for questioning, though. Everything had to be perfect for Janice’s 13th birthday.

“So…” Dan could sense the devious tone in Louise’s voice when she spoke to Phil. “Are you going to kiss her?”

Phil went red. “I don’t know… I want to, but I also don’t, you know? I don’t know if we’re ready.”

Dan decided to butt in before this went too far. “It’s your choice, Phil. Do what you think is right.”

“I do have this ring to give her, though. I don’t have it now, but I’ll bring it for her birthday tomorrow. If I’m going to do it, that would be the time.” Phil slammed his notebook shut as Janice walked up to the lunch table with her tray.

“Hey, guys!”

“Oh, hey, Janice.” She sat down beside Phil, digging into her lunch.

“Funny story,” Janice said. “This morning, on the bus, a little kid blew a snot rocket all over Jared.” The entire group burst out laughing. Jared was the most annoying kid in the 7th grade, and it was always hilarious when he finally met his downfall.

“Little kids…” Dan sighed. His school system kinda was a piece of shit. The county was so small that they didn’t have a middle school; only an elementary school and a high school. The next year they would finally escape. But until then, they were stuck with kindergarteners and their snot rockets.

“Are you excited for your birthday tomorrow, Janice?” Louise asked, trying to make conversation.

“I guess so. It’s just… Growing up is so weird.”

“True that,” Phil chimed in.

“But I am excited for the party you’re all invited to Saturday. Except you, Phil.”

“What? Why?” Phil retorted, offended.

“My parents won’t let me have boys over.”

“What about Dan?”

“Well, he’s gay.”

The group laughed. “She’s not wrong,” Dan responded. It was common knowledge that he was incredibly gay. It was quite obvious. He’d been hanging out with girls and swooning over boys since the second grade. Although he couldn’t quite remember what, or who, for that matter, made him realize he was gay.

“How rude!” Phil said, jokingly angry about not being invited to Janice’s party.

“Hey.” Dan grinned. “Sometimes it pays to be fabulous.”


“You didn’t kiss her?” Louise said as the three walked down the hallway at the end of Janice’s birthday.

“It just didn’t seem like the right time.” Phil shrugged.

“Lay off him!” said Dan. “It’ll happen eventually. Besides, we’ve got more important things to worry about. In case you’ve forgotten, tomorrow is the band concert!”

“True that.” If there was one phrase that described Dan’s entire group of friends, it would be ‘band nerds’. Dan, Phil, and Janice all played percussion, and Louise played flute. With their spring concert the next day, they could only hope they were ready. And if they weren’t, they’d have a whole day at the high school the next day to prepare. Bless the all day band day.

“Did I hear band concert?” Janice came up from behind the three, squeezing in between Dan and Phil as they walked. “Oh yeah, that reminds me. I won’t be there for the all day band day. I have to get my spacer put in. I’ll be there around lunch though.”

“You’ll be fine,” Phil said. “Before lunch is just sectionals anyway. “Dan and I can survive alone through that bullshit.”

“Yeah. We’ll see you after lunch!”

“Okay, cool. See you guys tomorrow!” The four diverged to their buses and Dan took his usual seat in the back after wading through a sea of snotty, tiny children. Only one more month, he reminded himself. Only one more month.


It wasn’t until they arrived at the high school and set up their sectionals that Dan realized how little time he’d spent with Phil one on one. Phil had just joined their friend group when he started dating Janice a few weeks ago, and since then the entire group was together. But since Janice wasn’t there for sectionals and Dan didn’t know anyone else there, he ended up spending the morning with Phil.

Dan rolled his eyes as the percussion instructor told them to play on the backs of chairs. “Oh great. More trash.” Phil chuckled.

They were told to play straight eighth notes, but instead Dan played one of the rhythms from one of the songs they would be playing in the concert. Phil took notice and began playing a rhythm of his own. The two rocked out in the far corner as the instructor corrected the sixth graders. Laughing, they stopped as they were cut off by the conductor. Phil was actually pretty cool, Dan realized. For a straight guy, he was really accepting and nice, and Dan appreciated it. Finishing up their exercise, they broke for lunch.

“Where’s Janice? She said she’d be back for lunch and lunch is almost over.” Twenty minutes later, Dan and Phil were both starting to become concerned.

“There she is!” Dan said, pointing down to the gym floor as he took a bite of his sandwich. They were eating antisocially at the top of the bleachers.

“Hey, guys!” Janice climbed the bleachers and sat down with her lunch. “How’s it going?”

“Good,” Phil replied. “Sectionals were boring. The actual runthroughs start this afternoon. Can’t wait for the concert, man!”

“Me neither,” Dan said. “Only a few more hours…”


“Where’s Phil?” Dan asked Louise. “I hear he’s wearing a purple bow tie.”

“Oh my gosh, I need to see this. Let’s find him and touch the bow tie. It has to be done.”

“Agreed.”

“Dan, check the bathroom.” Dan went into the boys’ bathroom and made his way through all the boys changing into their concert clothes. Finally, he found Phil combing his hair.

“Oh my gosh, the bow tie!” Dan poked it before bringing Phil out to Louise and letting her do the same.

“Yeah, yeah. The bow tie is great, I know. Let’s just get out of this madhouse and get some fresh air.” Agreeing with Phil, they all walked outside to find Janice and a few of their other friends chatting. Dan pulled out his phone, pulling up the camera.

“Hey guys! Smile!” Dan took a selfie of them all before Phil stole the phone out of his hand. “Hey!”

He held the phone up, taking a picture of him and Janice. She took it and took a few of herself before taking a picture of the whole group. “Hey, Kaden! Take a picture of us all!” The group lined up and pointed cheesily at the camera as Kaden, an outsider who Janice knew, took the pictures.

Taking his phone back, Dan smiled as he looked through the pictures. The one of Janice and Phil was especially cute. The filter they had put on it looked great, and the two looked wonderful in their concert clothes. Dan was happy his friend had finally found such a great guy. The future looked bright for them all. After all, they only had one month left before the summer before high school. What could possibly go wrong?

Prom (Peter Parker)

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“Prom is coming up, Peter.” you told Peter as he took a flyer from a student. Peter sighed. “The most dreadful part of school is always prom. Unless you have a date.” he said and glanced at you. You snorted. “Oh, please, I only wanna stay home and watch Netflix. It’s not like somebody’s gonna ask me out anyway.” you said. 

“Ned would love to ask you out.” Peter said, as if it was a matter of fact.

“Ha!” 


You were cooking your dinner - or merely just microwaving leftover pizza - when Peter called. You picked up your phone and answered his call. 

“Hey, Peter! What’s up?” 

“What color should I wear to prom?” 

You raised an eyebrow, even though Peter couldn’t see it. “What?” 

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Imagine telling The Doctor you are getting married... and him getting quite upset because he has never met the man.... or has he?

Originally posted by theviolinistinthetardis

“So what shall we do tomorrow? I heard that on the planet of….”

“Doctor.” You cut him short, you just couldn’t keep the secret any longer, “The only adventure I will be making tomorrow is the one to the chapel.”

“Well why on Earth would you be going there? The chapel is a alien meeting hall, and why I am aware they are probably going to have a meeting there I couldn’t see you attending.”

“No Doctor.I mean a chapel on Earth.”

“Since when have you been religious?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“Since I got engaged.” You answered, slowly taking the ring out of it’s hiding place.

“Congratulations!” He exclaimed as his arms wrapped around you tightly, your body stiffing at the unexpected reaction, however the hug soon ended, “Wait a moment, Who the Dalek are you marrying?” 

“And there is the reaction I expected.” You smiled as you looked at him and began walking around the control panel. 

“[Y/N]…. who are you marrying?”

“It is a surprise Doctor.” You teased as you watched the upset start to form

“Do I at least know the man?”

“Probably not, however he does know many people so maybe you do.”

“Well why have I not definatly met him yet?” He snapped as you smiled

“Well because I don’t want to scare him, not yet at least. See I haven’t quite explained to him yet that his future bride travels space and time with a fez wearing, bow tie lovering, doctor who has two hearts, regenerates and has a time traveling police box that can take them all over space and time. And that is what I have been doing when I say I am working at Torchwood. However you are invited to the wedding, where I will introduce him to you properly.”

“Can I at least know his name.”

“Jack.” 

“What is his last name?”

“Guess you will just have to show up tomorrow to find out.” You smirked as he let out an annoyed sigh.

“Well will I like this Jack fellow?”

“I think you will.” You smiled at the thought of the old friends meeting again…

Originally posted by consultinggallifreyanfallenangel

I’m By Her Side

* Burr x Reader
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: reader is in love with Lafayette but he’s getting married and the reader is just…*suffering.* And then after Laf gets married, Burr realizes something’s off and the reader has to spill. And then she and Burr are in a soft and happy relationship

    A/N: Yet another one I pulled from the depths of request. I used a shit ton of italics in this one. Yeah anyway, there’s some probably wrong French translations. Also, wedding planning is a pain in the ass and no where near as easy as I made it sound. I just shortened it. Trust me, it sucks. Oh, and the suit I’m picturing Lafayette in is the one Daveed wore to the White House. But I hope you all enjoy.

    Word Count: 3,456

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    “Mes amies!” Lafayette greeted the group warmly. You looked up at your friend and smiled. His curly hair was pulled back like always. His eyes sparkled happily. His happiness was contagious. He dropped into the seat next to you. “I have great news!” He said.

    “What?” Alexander asked his energetic friend.

    “Adrienne is coming here from France!”

    You all exchanged blank looks. “Who?” You asked.

    Lafayette looked around at your confused faces. “Have I not mentioned mon amour before?” You recoiled, physically recoiled, at his words. Mon amour. My love. He had a girlfriend. “We’ve been engaged for years now.” Correction, he had a fiancé.

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    CEO!Namjoon

    And now it is time for the second half of the 94 line, our amazing leader, my lowkey spirit animal who looked so cute at Jungkook’s graduation dinner, like the hair was niCe, the clothing was nice as always, it was just a really good look, very boyfriend material, Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster aka joon

    • This is gonna feature a bit of father!joon bc I can’t resist (all of the father related posts are here) this is also gonna feature youtuber!joon (here)
    • Visuals are up first bc I got some images in my head and I need it
    • I’m gonna add in some blonde!joon bc have you ever seen blonde!joon in a suit it screams CEO!joon
    • Blonde!joon is such a nice look like whether it’s the blonde with the buzzed sides or the blonde with the fringe or even the grayish/silver blonde pretty much all the blonde shades on Namjoon have been incredible and I never get tired of it
    • Like he’s been blonde a few times and you’d think by now it wouldn’t really affect me like I should be used to it but nah it still hits me every time bc he looks s o good do you ever just see a picture of Namjoon and have to appreciate it for a minute bc he’s just so breath taking and then you remember that he has an amazing personality too like woW
    • But CEO!joon does change his hair color all the time, every few months, he’ll go to the office with a different color, he’s done pink, purple, blue, red, pretty much all the colors
    • Namjoon’s fashion is v v important to him, he likes to put in the time to make sure he’s looking niCE, he wants to make sure he’s representing his business well with his cute lil outfits
    • He switches it up when it comes to suits, he likes to keep the classic black suit with a white dress shirt for date nights and more personal events but his office suits are more varied, sometimes he’s got a dark blue suit (if anyone remembers the Epilogue concert teaser, you’ll know the exact look I’m talking about bc that look is entirely CEO!joon) sometimes it’s red or pink or white
    • Some days he’s got a tie, sometimes it’s a bow tie and on some days he just ditches the tie idea entirely (also side note I just thought of joon with a loosened up tie and a white dress shirt and the black dress pants and it’s just oh shi T)
    • He doesn’t always wear suits, it depends on why he’s going into the office, if he has a meeting or something more business related, he’ll wear a suit but if he’s just going in to check on the products or the employees or to design something, he’ll wear one of those amazing Kim Daily outfits
    • Okay so Namjoon is a fashion designer and his company grows s o much so quickly bc he’s got all of his subscribers supporting it and spreading the word
    • It starts off with him just showing some design sketches he’d made and then everyone was telling him he should sell them as merch and that they’d love to wear it and after a few weeks of thinking about it, he finally launches his first few shirts and coats and a scarf
    • He doesn’t expect too much from it but then everyone loves it and he sells out so quickly so he has to restock the following week and then soon he’s releasing more designs, more products, he gets some dresses and skirts and pants onto the site
    • Pretty soon, he’s starting an official fashion line and he becomes an official designer and he’s just s o happy bc he expected maybe one or two people to buy the original shirts and now here he is, the CEO of an extremely popular fashion company
    • Now he’s got his own office, he’s got people calling him and asking him to dress their celebrity clients for awards shows, he’s got his collections in fashion shows around the world
    • He started off in this tiny apartment in LA, making random videos about his day and now he’s got so many different stores all around the world selling his clothes
    • He’s starting to work on building his own store in LA but since his bby girl was born a few months ago, he puts it on the back burner bc she’s his top priority
    • His office would have a view of LA, similar to his old apartment, he gets to look out at night and see all of the lights come on and it’s really beautiful
    • His office is a bit messy bc he has sketches everywhere, he’s got fabric swatches hanging off of everything, he’s got color swatches, notebooks, pens, glues everything he needs to design
    • The furniture is all really modern, they don’t have the typical angles like the bookshelf looks like a giant Tetris piece but he makes sure everything is still functional and he gets really protective over bby girl when she visits the office bc she’s in that exploring phase that most toddlers have so she wants to see what’s up with the book case but that’s a real easy way for her to bump her head on it
    • It happened once and Namjoon felt s o bad bc she was crying and kept rubbing at her head and it was obvious that it hurt pretty damn bad and he just kept giving her head gentle kisses and he had to give her five pieces of chocolate before she’d calm down, after that day, he doesn’t let her out of his sight around the office
    • Okay but head canon that Namjoon has fashion collections for both of his bbys, he designs a bunch of kids’ clothing bc he figures it’s time for an actual collection since people have been asking for it forever
    • He makes a video about it for his channel and he has bby girl and bby boy model the clothes and he’s giggling behind the camera the entire time as they’re “strutting” down their “runway” and posing and he can’t stop smiling bc those are his munchkins looking so proud to represent their father’s clothes
    • He’s also got several collections based off of you, the very first one he did, he actually spent a really long time designing it and getting every detail right and he gets s o fucking happy whenever he sees you wearing anything he made but especially when it’s the collection he made for you
    • He even lets them design a few things and they’re actually pretty cute so he makes them one of a kind clothing so they get to wear their own designs
    • He’s makes a lot of custom clothes for bby girl and bby boy like a lil jacket with “Kim #~″ on the back (you and joon are #1 and #2, bby girl is #3 and bby boy is Kim #4)
    • He takes this one picture for Instagram where all of you are wearing your jackets bc he’s proud as fuck of his cute family
    • “My Kims”

    hi my name is Franz P'eter Schubert and I have short curly orange hair (that’s not how I got my name) that reaches my shoulders and light purple eyes like the deepest void and a lot of people tell me I look like Franz Schober (AN: if u don’t know who he is, get da hell out of here!)I’m not related to Francois Schubert and I don’t wish I was, because he’s not a major fucking hottie. I’m a composer and my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a teacher and I teach in a regular school called My House in Vienna where I teach anyone. (I’m 31.) I’m a Romantic, in case u couldn’t tell, and I wear mostly yellow. For example today I was wearing a yellow coat, brown waistcoat, green bow tie, brown trousers, white stockings, and black shoes. I was wearing little round glasses. I was walking outside Otawakan. It was snowing and raining, so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. Mozart stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him. 

    “Hey Franz!” said a voice. I looked up. It was….Ludwig van Beethoven! 

     "What’s up Luddy-senpai?“ I asked. 

     "Nothing.” He said shyly.

     But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

    Surprise! - Hank McCoy x Reader Imagine

    Surprise! - Hank McCoy x Reader Imagine

    Word Count: 1,470

    Warning: It gets steamy towards the end, but nothing serious

    Shout out to @tear-soaked-cheeksdonteverlast for helping me during my writers block. I love you!


    Originally posted by theinsatiablevoid

    You fixed you (y/f/c) dress and made sure your makeup was perfect before grabbing the small blue cupcake with a single candle that was on the table and exited your room. It was your boyfriend, Hank McCoy’s birthday today and you spent the last couple of weeks planning this huge surprise party for him. It was about time Hank had one fun night for himself.

    You made your way down to the lab when you saw Jean and Scott walking down the hall towards the rest of the party. Jean gave you a thumbs up and Scott flashed you a wide smile. You put your finger to your lips to keep them quiet and pointed your hand towards the party, telling them to go. They nodded and made their way as you silently opened the lab door and made your way in. You smiled when you saw Hank in his natural habitat. Books and papers scattered everywhere, equations written on every inch of the white board and him in his white lab coat bent over a microscope focusing on whatever he was looking at and taking notes every other minute.

    You quietly lit the candle with the lighter you stole from Logan and tiptoed to Hank. You tapped him on the shoulder. He slightly jumped, turned around and smiled when he saw you. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to the greatest boyfriend in the entire world. Happy birthday to you! Now, close your eyes and make a wish!” Hank closed his eyes, smiled and blew. You set the cupcake on the table and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

    Hank smiled and went straight back to look at the microscope. “Hank, how about you take one night off all the science stuff and have fun? It’s your birthday!”

    “I can’t. I’m so close to finally getting the correct DNA codes for this mutation. I just can’t stop now.”

    You slid on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Please. For me.” You extended each “e” and gave him your puppy dog face that you knew he couldn’t resist.

    “(Y/n), I can’t -. But I -. I need to- Okay. Okay. I’ll stop all the science stuff tonight just for you.” He gave you a kiss on the nose and you jumped up and cheered. As Hank was organizing his desk and hanging his lab coat, you quickly peeked your head out of the door and found Jubilee hiding behind a tree. You gave her a thumbs up and she gave you one back before running to the party.

    “Hey, what are you doing?” Hank asked.

    “Nothing.” You said, as you stood up straight again. “Um, you ready to go?”

    “Yah.” You linked your fingers with Hank’s as you both made your way out of the lab.

    “You look really beautiful tonight by the way.”

    “Oh Hank. You always know how to make a girl blush don’t you?”

    You finally made it to the door of the lobby and held it open. “After you birthday boy?” Hank walked in, with you shortly after.

    “SURPRISE!” All the lights turned on and everyone jumped out of their hiding spots. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANK!” Someone set off a small confetti bomb with balloons and it went everywhere.

    “What? Is this for me?” Hank turned to you and laughed.

    You nodded and said “Happy birthday baby” and gave him a long kiss on the lips. Everyone cheered and you smiled and hugged Hank.

    Hank went off to hug everyone and give them thank you’s and you stayed behind. After giving Hank a hug, Jubilee ran up to you. “So what do you think of the set up? Peter helped me hang some decorations when you left to get ready. We moved a few things around and added more food to the table. You know how hungry us x-men can get.”

    “Yes, it’s perfect. Thank you so much for the help.” You gave her a hug. “And thank you too Peter!” Peter turned his face away from the food table and nodded his head giving you a thumbs up. You and Jubilee laughed as Peter tried to stuff a third Twinkie into his already full mouth.

    Jubilee went off the dance with Kurt and Ororo. Rogue tried to pull you in, but you stayed and told them you had to full up the table. Rogue gave you a sad smile and Bobby made you promise that he would get a least one dance tonight. Rogue lightly punched his arm and you just laughed and crossed your fingers, telling him that he will definitely get that dance.

    You walked to the table and saw half of all the food and plates where almost completely gone. You made your self a cup of punch and made a face at the funny taste. You looked up and Warren was smiling at you and you instantly knew that he spiked the punch. He probably messed with the brownies too. God, this mansion was so full of much sin. You shook your head and continued to drink. At least you knew the drink would make this party a little bit more fun.

    You were filling back up the last chip bowl when you felt hands wrap around your waist and familiar lips kiss your neck. “Come dance with me.”

    “I can’t. I gotta fill the food up. Geez, do you know how much food these kids can eat?”

    “It’s okay. There’s enough food. Now come dance. It’s my birthday.” He kissed you again.

    “Okay. Okay.” Hank held your hand and led you to the middle of the dance floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he held your waist tightly close to his body. He swayed you back and forth even though the song wasn’t a slow one and everyone around you was jumping up and down to the beat.

    “So, this is what you’ve been doing all week. You did this all by yourself?”

    “Well not entirely by myself. Jubilee helped me set up and Peter helped her with the decorations and everything. But I planned this for you. You needed one day where you weren’t so stuck up in that lab of yours. And I thought what perfect way to do it than a surprise birthday party! So, were you surprise?”

    “Actually, I really was. No one has ever thrown me a surprise birthday party before.”


    “Are you serious?” Your mouth dropped.

    “Nope, this is my first one. And I have you to thank. You are the greatest girlfriend ever. I love you so much.”

    Hank was kissing you and you pulled back. “Oh. Your birthday present!” You dragged him to the table and gave him a small blue box with a gold ribbon. He opened it and pulled out a lab coat with “Hank P. McCoy, PhD” perfectly inscribed on the top left above the pocket. He laughed when he pulled out a small bow tie with the periodic table printed on it.

    “I know it’s not much. And I know it’s not the greatest present ever but I -” You were cut off when Hank pulled you into a kiss.

    “I love it. And I love you.” Hank gave you a quick peck on the check and you smiled.

    You leaned in and seductively whispered, “And that’s only part one. Part two is back in our bed.” You moved Hank’s hand up to your waist and showed him that the dress was the only thing that you were wearing tonight. You bite your lip and Hank gave you his little smirk that you loved.

    “Happy birthday babe.” You pulled Hank into a kiss and he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in, closing any space left between the two of you. Hank pulled back to catch his breathe but you pulled on his collar and brought his lips back to yours. Hank put one hand on your ass and the other on the small of your back holding you close. You brushed your fingers through his soft brown hair as you kiss him back, needing him.

    You heard a loud roar of “oohs” and whistles and you pulled back and saw that the entire party was watching your small makeout session. You felt you face burn red with embarrassment and you hid it in Hank’s neck when someone, most likely Alex, scream “Get a room!”

    Luckily, Jean came and pulled you and Hank and screamed “Time to blow out the candles!”. Peter rolled the big cake topped with edible beakers and test tubes full of sparkler candles. As everyone was singing the birthday song, Hank leaned in and said “Thank you so much. You’re the only thing I could ever want. I love you.”

    anonymous asked:

    there was a headcanon about the bat girls with dresses, so how do the batboys wear suits (and don't say Jason doesn't like to wear them)

    I assume you’re referring to @giganticfrenchtoast​‘s amazing headcanon, which I adore and would be absolutely happy to continue with the boys even though I know literally nothing about suits.

    Dick Grayson wears his suit like a classic British spy, and has done since the age of nine… he was destined to work for Spyral. He usually wears a classic, black tuxedo and bow-tie, with the jacket buttoned up to show the deep “V” of his white shirt; but often he’ll undo it to perform acrobatic manoeuvres as a means of getting to the punch bowl. The sight of Dick Grayson with his jacket undone, bowtie hanging loosely around his neck as he leans down to whisper to a beautiful red-head in a stunning high-neck dress, smiling coyly from behind her glasses, is very common.

    Jason Todd doesn’t just “not like” to wear suits… he hates wearing suits. As a boy entering the glitzy extravagance of billionaire Bruce Wayne’s galas, suits and fancy dresses always represented exactly the kind of stuck-up, haughtiness of Gotham socialites that he had learned to despise. But Alfred insisted. And when Alfred insists, you don’t say no. So wearing suits became a habit, as did stepping outside to escape from the crowds into the cool night air. He would strip himself of his jacket with a scowl, tugging his tie loose and unbuttoning his cuffs as he leaned over the balcony and looked up to the stars in silence, breathing them in, allowing the buzz of the crowd to fade away into the back of his mind. These days you can still find him with his jacket slung over his shoulder, laughing as Tim chokes on a glass of champagne he thought was water.

    Tim Drake can be a bit of a snob, we all know this. He was born into a well-off family and got excited at seeing a rare Erte statue in the Manor the first time he visited. But we also all know that Tim does not have a fashion-conscious bone in his body. Luckily for him, his parents and Bruce (and Alfred of course) ensured that he knew how to properly wear a suit for formal occasions, and it tends to be the one item of clothing he “gets”. Tim usually goes for nice Italian suit brands, but has been known to choose ties that are either ugly or completely clash with his suit. Nobody knows whether he does it as a joke, or if he honestly thinks a psychedelic orange and green paisley tie would go with a classic blue Brioni (it is the latter), but Alfred prioritises catching him on the stairs and switching his tie before the press can snap any photos.

    Damian Wayne would honestly rather be in his Robin suit, but the older he grows the more he finds that suits have at least one beneficial use: helping him to appear older and taller than he is. He took advantage of this and chose styles that optimised the effect such as going for a three-piece suit, and styling his hair a certain way (he wouldn’t let Alfred or Bruce help him because he wasn’t a child). In the early days, Damian was all scowls, stiff and tense and hating every second he was there, but he would always secretly watch his father’s mannerisms and movements and copy them as best he could. It was honestly adorable to watch. These days, you’ll be more likely to see him stuffing canapés in his mouth in response to a dare, the crumbs getting all over his tailored suit, or hanging around Cass, Duke, or whichever sibling he happens to be getting along with at the time.

    Duke Thomas doesn’t know the first thing about suits, and honestly has more important things to worry about (like does “Jedi” in the new Star Wars’ film title mean singular or plural?!) but he kind of enjoys taking a break from reality and wearing a suit. It makes him feel like a secret agent, as he put it once, and Dick leaned over to his ear whispered “I have contacts”, winked at him, then tossed back a glass of champagne… (he regretted it the next morning.) After the novelty of fancy, expensive suits wears off, Duke ends up making the suit more casual by swapping out dress shoes for sneakers, or accidentally “forgetting” his tie. But as Alfred puts it with a sigh “the family no longer has a reputation to salvage, so you may wear whatever you deem fit, Master Duke.”

    In conclusion, Alfred deserves a very long holiday.

    anonymous asked:

    Do you really have to dress up to go to a play/musical? How fancy are you supposed to be?

    So. My short answer is “yeah, you really should”. But I’m going to amend that. 

    Do not ever let an inability to dress to a certain level prevent you from going to a show. Unless you are going to some kind of, I don’t know, gala charity event show, there’s no dress code for theatre. Don’t let people shame you into feeling like you can’t see a play because you aren’t fancy enough. Maybe your best clothes would look plain next to someone else’s – doesn’t matter, you do your best. Maybe you’re going to the show straight from a job or school, so you’re in a uniform or work clothes – good on you for making time in a busy day to see some art. Heck, maybe you’re just out of spoons and some jorts and a fandom tee is all you can manage today. It’s OK. It’s really, really OK. 

    That said, if you can dress up a bit you should. This is because it shows respect. It shows that you care about what you’re doing, just like when you dress up for a wedding or a date or your cousin’s piano recital. It is a nice and polite thing to do, and it says “I am happy I get to be here.” 

    As for how “fancy” you need to be, that’s seriously up to you and has to do with you and your theater. Generally, I’d say somewhere in the general umbrella of business casual is what I aim for. Some slacks or nice jeans, a nice blouse or button-down, and maybe a blazer or sports coat if I want to be a little extra fancy; lots of people wear casual or professional dresses and skirts (especially sundresses). I usually try to avoid T-shirts and shorts, but there are exceptions to be made. I tell my students to dress like they would for church or a nice family dinner, if that helps. It doesn’t mean you have to be formal or serious – lots of people come in, like, bright red skinny jeans and a matching bow tie, and that rocks. My best friend has a pair of bright green converse he wears whenever he goes to the theatre, and they look totally fly with his suspenders and rolled-up sleeves. Just try to look nice, you know?

    I hold to this rule whether I’m going to a middle school play or a professional theatre company. Some people will tell you to dress based on ticket price or whatever, but forget that. No matter what you’re paying, you’re going to see art created by people who have worked hard. Try to show you appreciate that. 

    But there are always exceptions! Most outdoor theatre, for example, is super casual and I would recommend shorts and sandals (especially here in the Alabama summer). Sometimes shows have a preview night that’s free by invitation or is pay-what-you-can, and those are also a lot more chill. Sometimes you’re going to an extra special show and something more black-tie would be appropriate. Some fringe festivals and experimental theatre is more concert-wear than business-wear. It’s also cool to wear a shirt from the show when you go to see it. Just feel it out. Do what feels right, and enjoy the show even if you feel like you under-dressed or over-dressed or whatever. It’s all good.

    Happy Birthday ?

    Originally posted by leader-jb

    Genre: Fluff + Angst ( like a sprinkle ) 

    Warning : cursing 

    Word Count : 3572

    A/N : Another scenario for one of my friends … again … nothing new lol. this one is actually related to my ‘Reassurance’ scenario so read that one first here or you could just read this one first then Reassurance :) i hope you guys enjoy + pls give me feedback on my writings ; - ; it means a lot.  

    “Babe can you help me with my tie?” Jaebum yells from the bathroom.

    “Just a second,” you yell back as you put on your earrings, scurrying off to the bathroom. He’s buttoning his cuffs when you get there, hair styled up and exposing his forehead.

    He notices you in the corner of his eye before turning towards you. “How much time do we have left?” he asks as he leans against the sink. “An hour.” you answer, as you attempt to fix his tie. Jaebum places his hands around your hips and pulls you against him, hands just above your bottom.

    “You look gorgeous babe.” He whispers against your ear, before giving you peck on the nape of your neck.

    “No Jae, not right now.” You giggle, “We have a birthday party to go to.” Mark being the sweetheart he is, had planned a surprise birthday party for his girlfriend. He’d manage to send her off for a couple of hours and you had to get your butts down to their apartment to help Mark set up.

    “Come on, we gotta get going. Marks shitting bricks as we speak.”


    “What took you guys so long?” Mark screeches.

    His hair was sticking out in different directions and sweat had formed around his neck. “Her best friend came into town so I managed to get her to distract Linda for us!” he shoves a box full of balloons into Jaebum’s hands and grabs a hold of yours, dragging you inside of the house.
    “Jinyoung and Youngjae are decorating the cake, I need those balloons blown up Jae, and I need help with putting these up!” He gestures towards the box of decorations.

    “Say no more,” you respond as you help Mark set up streamers, among the decorations were photos of the couple; mostly off guard photos and you know all too well that these were taken by Mark himself, he always enjoyed taking these kinds of shots.

    “Y/n, you’re finally here!” you hear a screech and you don’t even need to turn around to see who it is, he already has his arms around your waist “Hi to you too” you laugh, patting his arm to let go but he only tightens his hold on you. “Yah Yugyeom, you mind getting this child off of me?”

    He only shrugs, “Sorry noona —”

    “I’m only holding onto you so you won’t fall!”

    “Yah Jackson, get your hands off of my girlfriend!” Jaebum spats as he’s pulling him off of you. You watch as Yugyeom holds back Jackson whilst Jaebum tries lecturing the boy on how he shouldn’t be so touchy with other men girlfriends, but all you see is Jackson struggling to get out of Yugyeom’s hold.

    “Mark I just finished, did you need help with anything else — hey isn’t that Jaebum’s sweater?” Jinyoung asks as he points towards your outfit.

    You let out a smile, “I didn’t own anything burgundy so I borrowed it, I mean it passes as a dress on me.”

    “Yah I bought that for your birthday and you’re gonna just let your girlfriend wear it?” Jackson comments.

    “Your point is?” Jaebum says as he just stares at him blankly.

    “It’s totally inappropriate, I mean it barley reaches her knees! There’s too much skin showing, noona here wear my jacket —” And Jaebum is face palming Jackson away as he wraps his blazer around you.

    “I just told you to stop touching my girlfriend.” He spats as he wraps his arms around you, head nuzzling into your neck. You giggle and continue to attempt to set the decorations, dragging Jaebum around as he glued himself to you.


     “How do I look?” Mark asks. He’s decked out in black, the only sign of burgundy on him is his bow tie, and his brown locks are natural as his bangs are parted to where only a small portion of his forehead is shown.

    “How come you can wear jeans and we can’t?” Jackson sputters, gesturing to Marks ripped jeans.

    “Jackson I even said it was a casual party, it’s not my fault you decided to go all Bambam on us.”

    “Hey, I’ll have you know my mom bought me these slacks.” The doorbell rings and everyone freezes, eyes moving left and right from fear. Jinyoung eyes are widened as he turns his head towards Mark, “I thought Breanna was supposed to call you!” he whispers.

    “I didn’t get anything—” Mark whispers back when the doorbell rings again.

    Youngjae is tip toeing towards the door and he carefully leans his body against the door as he looks through the peep hole before he lets out a sigh. He’s unlocking the handles and bursting them open, only to be greeted by a bunch of squeals and laughter. “Finally we were freezing out there— I brought the food!”

    A blonde girl yells as she’s approaching him, Jinyoung lightly smacks the top of her head. “Why didn’t you text me? We thought you were Linda!”

    “I forgot,” she smiles as three other girls follow in after her. “Is Bam here yet?”

    “No, I haven’t gotten a text from him all day either.” Youngjae says as he helps the other girls with the groceries. The blonde girl sighs as she takes a seat across from you and Jaebum, “He must be getting ready, I don’t understand what’s taking him so long. It’s just a casual party— oh hello.” She says as she makes eye contact with you, “Sorry didn’t see you there,” she shyly says as she rubs the back of her head. “I’m Lisa.” She smiles holding her hand out.

    “Y/n.” You shyly respond back. Compared to the rest of the girls that arrived, Lisa was the only one in jeans and a t-shirt.

    “Jaebum’s girlfriend right? He literally talks about you all the time— ah, yah what was that for?” She yelled at your boyfriend, who had just thrown a pillow straight to her face.

    “Shouldn’t you be helping the rest of your members set up?” He spats. She sticks out her tongue at him before jumping off the couch and helping the rest of the girls with the belongings.

    Another ring resonates through the apartment and everyone freezes up once again. “Who else did you invite?” Jackson mouths.

    “How should I know; I gave you my phone.” Mark whispers back. This time it’s one of the girls who makes their way towards the door. She tiptoes to the peep hole, hands against the door to keep her balanced.

    “Jisoo who is it?” Jinyoung whispers, she’s turning her head to the side and shrugs. “It’s a boy, he’s really tall and looks awfully familiar too.”

    Jackson’s sliding towards her, tip toeing to the peep hole as well and lets out a gasp. “Yifan my brother what’s up!” He yells as he opens the door, nearly hitting Jisoo in the face. The name catches the attention of both you and Jaebum along with Jinyoung.

    It could be another Yifan right? You thought to yourself and Jaebum brings you closer into him, hands tightened around your waist.

    “Yifan came!” Jackson yells, arms around the man as he’s jumping in joy but you’re frozen, and you feel your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach the minute he makes eye contact with you. “Long time no see Y/n.” you feel your blood running cold despite the heat coming from Jaebum and chills down your spine. Jinyoung’s grabbing Mark by the ear and out onto the balcony, feeling a hand grasping yours, both you and Jaebum are following the two out as well. 


    “How could you invite him?” Jinyoung seethes.

    “Look I said I was sorry— and you’re supposed to be yelling at Jackson not me he’s the one who called—.”

    “I know I should be but we all know how much he’ll cause a scene—"

    “I get it okay I, just get off my back Jinyoung. I have enough on my plate already.” He sighs as he tries to maneuver around him but Jinyoung stops him.

    “No you don’t get it mark—”

    “Stop!” you yelled causing the two to go quiet. “what’s done is done. I’ll be fine as long as Jaebum is with me,” you sigh as you run your hands through your hair.

    Yifan, or what he’s known as now, Kris was your first love and also your ex-boyfriend. You’ve dated for quite some time, 3 years to be exact, but along the way you began to notice that he was drifting away from you. It turns out that he had been cheating on you with his co-star from his movie, Never Gone, Liu Yifei.

    He admitted that they’ve been seeing each other two weeks into filming.

    It hadn’t hit you until all of his belongings were gone from your apartment and every time you came home from work; you came home to an empty apartment.

    You should’ve known, should’ve known something was up when he started coming home later than usual, eyes never on yours but on his phone, and a scent of a woman that wasn’t yours but another.

    You should’ve known—you did know but, you didn’t want to believe. You loved him and you can’t help but think, even till this day, what had gone wrong.

    If it hadn’t been for Jackson, God knows where you’d be right now. When he heard news of your breakup with Kris, he’d had come storming to your apartment. The first few days he had knocked on your door and when you wouldn’t open he’d quietly leave. But as the days went by, without you returning his calls or text and not even seeing you at the company, he began banging on the door and even managed to get a copy of your key.
    He had dragged you out of bed, literally, and had taken you out to eat with the rest of the boys, where you had met Jaebum for the first time. You had met the rest of the members but surprisingly Jaebum was always absent whenever you had visited Jackson. He approached you first, placing kimchi and meat into your bowl, and even feeding you his wraps from time to time. He’d managed to turn one conversation into a huge one and despite the maknaes cries of Jackson hogging all of the meat, it seemed as if it was just the two of you there. You’ve managed to exchange numbers and ever since then, Jaebum had managed to creep himself inside of your heart.


    Marks phone vibrates, eyes widening as he read the text. “Look we have to get our asses back inside and light that cake up, they’re in the lobby right now.” Mark spats, dashing back inside and screaming at everyone to get ready. Everyone’s frozen, shocked at the sudden outburst that they weren’t used to seeing Mark have and was taken out of their shocked state when Mark had yelled once more.

    “They’re on the floor!” Mark yells and you see the panic in his eyes. “Places everyone!”

    Everyone’s huddling up together and you see Kris closing in on you but before he can even come in contact with you both Jackson and Jaebum are standing beside you. Hearts thumping from the anticipation, nerves jitter along with the lock on the door. “Look, Breanna I just want to sleep—why is it so dark—”

    “Happy Birthday!” you all screech and there’s a surprised Linda standing at the hallway, her mouth is wide opened and shoulders curled up from the shock. Marks walking out the kitchen with the cake in his hands, “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you…” and everyone’s joining in on the song. Tears are filling up her eyes and her lips quiver as she tries to smile through them.

    “Happy birthday to you. Make a wish love,” she sighs as she looks around the room, a smile adorning her face before pulling her hands together and she closes her eyes. Tears are still falling from her eyes as she makes her wish. Flashes going off from both Youngjae and Rosé before she’s blowing out her candles and Mark pulls her into a hug. Yugyeom’s taking the cake away from him and Mark lets out a giggle as Linda is balling into his chest, mumbling incoherently causing him to laugh more.

    “Y-you did all of th-this?” She hiccups, a snot had managed to escape her nostril causing Jackson to let out a screech of disgust and Mark can only laugh as he wipes it away. “I’m sorry I pretended to forget your birthday.” she slaps him in the chest and she continues to wipe at her eyes.

    “Let’s get this party started!” Lisa yells and music begins to blare throughout the house. Jennie is passing around glasses of wine as everyone begins dispersing.

    “Happy birthday hun!” You sing, pulling her into a hug and Jaebum does the same, teasing her for her booger incident. “Gosh I look like a mess,” she sighs as you take in her figure. She’s still in her pajamas and hair tied into a messy bun, something that must’ve caught the eyes of citizens.

    “Jinyoung, I’m leaving you on house watch for a few minutes.” Mark says as he takes Linda’s hand and disappears down the hallway.

    “Are they really going to do a quickie when we’re all here?” Jackson asks earning him a smack behind the head.

    “It’s something way better than a quickie,” he smirks and Jackson’s gasping “He’s gonna give her he—” and Jackson’s getting smacked again.

    “You’ll see.” Is all Jinyoung says as he leads everyone back into the living room.

    Jaebum hands you a glass of wine before leading you to the couch. He snuggles up into your side, arms around your waist and head on your shoulder as he listens to both you and Jinyoung’s conversation about your latest runway project. The conversation continues until he gets a phone call in which he excuses himself and minutes later Jaebum gets one from the manager as well.

    “Babe, will you be okay by yourself?” his eyes are filled with worry and You nod your head, “Yeah go before he gets mad.” You say as you wave him off, you wondered why he had looked so troubled. You pull your attention onto your phone as you wait for either Jinyoung or Jaebum to come back.

    You feel the seat next to you get taken up, “You’re back already—” it wasn’t Jaebum and neither was it Jinyoung but the last person you had wanted to be with. You’d forgotten he was here and your questions about Jaebum had been answered, Kris.

    “Hey, it’s been a while…” and your darting from your seat but your being pulled back down. “We can’t talk—”

    “There’s nothing to talk about.” You seethe as you try to get out of his grip.

    “Please love, listen to me.” You freeze, love, you haven’t heard that nickname in forever. Having it banned from Jaebum’s vocabulary because it brought back to many memories. “Love, I’m sorry—I’ve missed you so much…” his hand caresses your cheek as it wipes away the tears that you didn’t noticed had fallen. You know you should pull away but your body isn’t moving, it’s as if it’s paralyzed.

    Kris is being yanked away from you and vice versa. Jaebum’s grabbing him by the shirt and punches him across the face. Kris is falling onto the floor and Jaebum takes the chance to get on top of him as He continuously sock him.

    Your shaking and the tears continue to fall, Jinyoung’s attempting to calm you down, hands against your cheeks pulling your face up to meet eyes with him. “Y/n! Honey you have to calm down! You’re going to give yourself an anxiety attack. Breathe in and out!” He says as he’s showing you.

    Jacksons trying to pull Jaebum off and it takes another pair of hands, Mark, to do so. “You need to leave, now!” Mark yells as he struggles to keep Jaebum from attacking him again.

    “DON’T FUCKIN TOUCH MY GIRLFRIEND AGAIN YOU HEAR ME FUCK—LET ME GO!” Jaebum yells. By this time, you’re in Jinyoung’s arms, hands running through your hair to calm you.

    “Jaebum snap out of it!” Mark yells as he’s shaking him. “Your girlfriend fucking needs you!”

    That manages to shake him out of his rage, his features soften for a bit before he’s tugging you out of room and onto the balcony.

    Jaebum’s leaning against the railing and away from you, hands coming up to his hair, and he’s trying to calm down his breathing. You’re hugging yourself, both of comfort and from the wind as you wait for him to calm down. “Why were you with him?” the sudden question had caught you off guard along with the tone he used.

    “Jae—”

    “Why was he touching you?” His voice is rising with each question and it’s scaring you, “Jae listen—”

    “Why didn’t you move away!”

    “I couldn’t okay! I was scared—I’m scared; I was so scared Jae I didn’t know what to do!” You sobbed again and Jaebum breaks, he hated seeing you cry and he always blamed himself because he didn’t know how to comfort you. It was always Jinyoung who comforted the members whenever they were crying.

    He pulls you into a hug, tears falling from his eyes from frustration. “I’m sorry, I-I’m just frustrated that I couldn’t protect you and that-that asshole got to touch you!” he sniffles pulling you into his embrace tighter as he hears you sob a bit louder. “I’m so sorry I lashed out on you.” He kisses the top of your head multiples of time before pulling out of the embrace to wipe away at your tears and some snot that had managed to escape. “I think we should call it a night.” He suggests as he smooths out the hair strands that stuck out from your head. You feel bad for leaving but all you want to do is just cuddle up and sleep, so you meekly nod your head and Jaebum’s giving you a smile before he intertwines his fingers with yours.

    “y/n are you okay? Did he hurt you? Do I have to hurt him? I’m so gonna hurt him for hurting you no one hurts my y/n!”

    “Jack—Jackson it’s okay, I’m okay now. Thank you for worrying.” You sigh.

    “Mark if you don’t mind, we’re going to take our leave.”

    “No not at all,” Linda waves off before pulling you into a hug. “Take care of her for me.” Jaebum nods before turning towards Jinyoung, eyebrows raising from the bright pink spot on his button down.

    “You just missed Judy and Bam. Long story short, Judy had one too many and had to be taken home.” Jaebum nods his head before bidding everyone else Goodbye and you following behind.

    He hasn’t let your hand go, only when the two of you had to get in the car, but he was quick to intertwine them again after buckling in.

    The minute you’re in your apartment you let out a sigh, kicking off your heels and throwing your purse onto the couch before heading off into the bathroom to take off your makeup, or what’s left of it. “Jae,” you whine seeing the disaster on your face; your eyeliner was smeared across your face along with your eye shadow, you barley had any foundation left on, and your lipstick had managed to get smeared across your cheek.

    “yes babe?” He coos, arms wrapping around your waist. He’s already in his pajamas, which only consisted of his bottoms. He insists on sleeping shirtless no matter what the weather was, ‘it’s good for my skin’ he says.

    “Why didn’t you tell me my makeup was ruined—why didn’t anyone tell me?”

    “That’s not the only thing that’ll get ruined tonight.”

    You scoff, “Ugh, you’re such a seducer.”

    “Only for you.” He smiles, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he helps you with your skin routine; pumping some cleanser onto the palm of his hand as he rubs them together to create a foam, before rubbing it on your face. The massage feels nice, until you can feel the cleanser dripping down your neck and into your chest, is where you had to stop Jaebum from doing any more.
    He holds your hair back as you splash water onto your face, purposely splashing a little too hard so that it’ll hit him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” he coos. You stick out your tongue as he reaches for the towel and helps you wipe off the water.
    Once you’re finished you head out into your shared bedroom and surprisingly you’re not tired from all the events that had happened today, maybe a movie will put me to sleep, you thought.

    “Hey Jae, are you up for—” but as you turn around your interrupted by a kiss, hands on either side of your cheeks. Your taken by surprise but manage to melt into it seconds after, hands coming up to run through his already disheveled hair. He tugs at your bottom lip before moving to your neck and tugging at the skin there.

    “Didn’t I tell you your makeup wasn’t the only thing that’s going to get ruined tonight?”

    anonymous asked:

    Hey, could you do a female reader where she has to deal with Mr Clever, and he tries to convince her he's Eleven like he did with Clara by trying to convince her he fancies her? Love the blog and your writing is excellent! Thanks!

    I’ve been working on this for forever; it’s been in my drafts for a million years. I’m so sorry for making you wait! It was so fun writing this! (gif source)

                                                     ~~~*~~~

    “Stay back!” The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the cybermen that were closing in on us. It was futile, though; his screwdriver could do next to nothing to the cybermen; unless he had some secret setting on there that could blow one of them into hundreds of pieces. “Y/N. TARDIS. Go!” You turned to the stairwell behind you and ran down to the landing where the blue box was parked. You didn’t look back, trusting that the Doctor would be there like he always was.

    When you reached the doors, you were met with resistance. “C’mon!” You shook the locked doors desperately and knocked your forehead on them. “It’s me!” Click! You pushed open the doors and quickly shut them behind you. It was times like these you wished that the Doctor could take you somewhere normal. The trip was perfectly fine until he “accidentally” came across the cybermen. You knew it was no accident, though; trouble always made its way to the Doctor.

    It wasn’t long until you heard the doors swing open, and the Doctor scrambling in. “C’mon, Y/N, help me get the TARDIS up in the air!” You jumped from your position in a chair to the central console and awaited the Doctor’s instructions. “Lever! The pully-thingy! Hammer!” He tossed a hammer and you whacked it against the console as hard as you could. The ship lurched and you held tight to keep your body from flying backwards to the rail. You laughed until the TARDIS leveled off and settled.

    “Where to next, sweetie?” You raised a brow. “I mean–Pond! I mean–Clara! I mean–Y/N!” He adjusted his bow tie and gave his fake “everything is definitely not all right” smile.

    “Doctor, are you all right?”

    “Of course, Y/N! Why wouldn’t I be?” He sporadically hopped towards you. “ Am I green? Do I have a fever?”

    You stepped back in slight fear. Which was obviously showing on your face because the Doctor didn’t come any closer. Something just seemed… off about him at the moment. His voice sounded slightly different, and even his posture was changed.

    “Are you sure you’re okay?” Your voice wavered. This wasn’t the Doctor; not your Doctor.

    “I’m fine! How many times do I have to say–” You threw an apple that was sitting on the console–something you’d scolded him over too many times–at him and he caught it without flinching. On a normal day, he’d duck or attempt to catch it, only to fumble and drop it on the floor.

    “What have you done with the Doctor?” You demanded, and the impostor frowned.

    “What are you talking about? I am the Doctor!” A spasm ran through his arm and he whipped his head away from you. “Don’t listen to him, Y/N! He’s trying to deceive you!” He closed his eyes and looked away from you again. After a second or two of silence it seemed like he jolted awake as if he were being jump started. “Trust me, Y/N, it really is me.”

    “Prove it!”

    “How?”

    “You’ll think of something Mr… Clever!” You crossed your arms and hoped that this really was the Doctor and he was just pulling your leg.

    There was a short silence, only the hum of the TARDIS could be heard, and if it weren’t for that the impostor could probably hear your heart racing. “Y/N, what do you want me to say? It’s me, the Doctor. The bow-tie wearing, fish sticks and custard-loving, trouble-making Doctor!” He tried to make his way towards you slowly, but you kept your distance from him with the console to keep you safe.

    “Those are all generic things that anyone could find out about the Doctor… What’s something only he and I would know?” The two of you were slowly circling around the console, it seemed like he didn’t want to try and get towards you anymore.

    “What about the time I took you to the beaches of Algeara? I tried to convince you the water was safe to swim in, but you refused to because of all the algae in the water. You said, ‘Even if you offered me a million dollars, I still wouldn’t go in!’ You do remember, right?”

    That was not a fun time; the water was disgusting. You thought to yourself.

    “Or, what about when I was trying to disarm that bomb and I accidentally made the timer go down faster?”

    You almost killed us all, you idiot. A smile was creeping in from the memories but the moment you realized what you were doing, you stopped. You looked up and saw the “Doctor” had made his way closer to you, close enough to reach out and touch you if he pleased. “I could tell you a secret, about you and me.” You stopped dead in your tracks. A secret? We don’t have any secrets… I think.

    “We don’t have any secrets… We don’t have anyone to keep them from.”

    “It’s a secret I kept from you, ever since I met you.” His posture changed, seemed a little more relaxed and reluctant; like he was too nervous to tell you.

    “Well, what is it?” You demanded.

    He fiddled with his coat and adjusted his bow tie like he normally did when he was unsure or nervous. “I… I love you, Y/N.”

    “W-what?” You stuttered, at a loss for words. It felt like your mouth was getting dryer by the second, your hands were shaking, and it seemed like your heart was about to explode.

    Before he could say another word, you heard a loud banging coming from the other side of the TARDIS doors. What the–? You made a move to go towards it but the Doctor stood in your way.

    “I said I love you, Y/N. I care about you, I fancy you; I want to be with you. Why do you think I asked you to travel with me? I’ve tried to hint at it for awhile, but you seem just as oblivious as me.” More banging from the front doors, but this time you could hear a voice, it sounded a little familiar…

    You focused yourself back on the “Doctor.” “Why wait this whole time to tell me, hm? If you’d cared so much about me why didn’t you tell me?”

    “I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want you to leave, I’d been alone for so long before I’d met you and I was afraid of ruining it.” He reached out towards you, holding out his hand. “Please, Y/N…”

    Y/N….. Y/N….” You turned to face the doors, then back to the Doctor’s outstretched hand. With one more shout of your name, you turned and sprinted to the doors. You opened it up to black nothingness, but the Doctor’s voice was loud and clear now.

    Without taking a glance back, you jumped into the dark void. It felt like you were falling forever, and that time itself had stopped. The deeper you fell, the closer the Doctor’s voice sounded, until it was like he was right in front of you. Your vision went black for a second, and you opened your eyes.

    Immediately you tried to sit up, but your head hit something and you laid back down. “Ow!” The Doctor fell back to the floor and had his hands on his forehead, where there was a red mark from your own head.

    “Sorry…” You muttered and winced from the pain that shot through your skull.

    “Are you okay? I came into the TARDIS and found you passed out right outside the TARDIS. I had to drag you in here before the cybermen got to us.” He scrambled to sit by your side and examine your head.

    You swatted away his hands. “I’m fine… I must’ve been dreaming; I swear I was in the TARDIS and you were there, but it wasn’t you–at least I don’t think it was. You were acting funny…”

    “Funny?” He was suddenly interested once you mentioned that.

    “Yeah… The way you spoke and acted, it just wasn’t you. Then you said–” You stopped, embarrassed to finish the sentence.

    “That sounds like Mr. Clever…” His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but then he stood up with a smile and held out his hand to help you up. “Let’s get you to your room so you can rest a bit.” You grabbed his hand and were pulled up to your feet. He put an arm around your shoulder and kept you steady as he escorted your to your bedroom.

    “Doctor,” you broke the silence, “have you ever, um, fancied someone?” You glanced over to see his reaction and he took it by surprise but masked it with a smile.

    “Of course I have; haven’t we all?” You’d reached your room, and he walked you in. He didn’t move leave until you were safe on your bed.

    “What’s she like?”

    He paused at the door and, without turning around, said, “She’s brilliant, intelligent, and needs to rest,” and exited.

    It took you a moment to process what he said, but your face turned hot and red before you pulled the covers up to hide your face.

    It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited.

    Ok but have you considered the following:

    •Even though Hinata doesn’t have the best fashion sense he has to pick out Oikawa’s clothes for him just because Oikawa has such horrible fashion sense

    •Hinata having panicked phone calls with Kageyama while Oikawa is in the shower, not knowing whether the pink shirt or the blue shirt will look better with the blazer and they’re meeting his parents in t w e n t y m i n u t e s

    •Hinata has no clue how to tie ties or bow ties so when they wear them Oikawa has to stoop down or like. Get on his knees or sit on the bed to tie Hinata’s for him

    •Oikawa and Hinata buying matching suits for special occasions

    •Oikawa squirming around and complaining while Hinata takes a video and laughs during the fitting for said suits

    •They show up late for nearly every event because they fought over Oikawa’s clothes, and despite Hinata’s best efforts Oikawa is stubborn and is either wearing ugly/brightly colored socks under his suit or his tie/bow tie/kerchief is fucking plaid or mismatched pinstripes

    •Hinata is s u f f e r i n g

    2

    Okay, so I’ve been thinking about a Doctor Who/Stranger Things crossover for, like, months now (I mean. Eleven. And Eleven. My two favorite characters in existence. How could I NOT?). Just imagine it!


    Elle is trapped in the upside down after what she did to the Demigorgon. Afraid and once again alone, she sobs quietly, asking for help that she know can’t come.

    Somewhere in the universe, the Doctor (currently traveling alone) gets a message on his psychic paper. All it says is, “Help me.” He of course springs in to action, tracing where the cry for help came from, and is surprised to find that it’s from a small pocket universe.

    He manages to fly the TARDIS in, and when he lands, he (for once) turns on the monitor instead of simply going outside to see what’s there. He sees a young girl, sitting alone against what appears to be a large tree. She’s got her knees pulled close to her chest and is sobbing rather heavily, this is evident only by her quivering body, as she makes no sound.
    Then he runs out of the TARDIS doors to get the child. The TARDIS has warned him that the environment is toxic, but doesn’t care – the girl has already been here too long.

    Elle looks up and sees a man running for her, but he doesn’t seem threatening. In fact, he looks worried. Worried about… her? She doesn’t move, or make him stop. She can tell he wants to help her.

    When the man is in front of her, only perhaps a foot away now, he stops, and kneels down so that he’s at eye-level with her.
    “Hello,” the Doctor says, with a small but kind smile, “I’m the Doctor,” the child flinches at the word. “I know you’re frightened, but it’s going to be okay. I’m here to help.”

    Elle stares into his eyes for a few moments, then nods as though she’s decided to trust him. The Doctor’s smile grows a little now that he knows she’s not afraid of him. “What’s your name?” He asks gently. She stares at him again for a moment before answering in small voice, “Eleven.”
    “Well, Eleven, we need to get you out of here. Will you let me help you?” She nods again and wraps her arms around the Doctor’s neck – they both know she’s too weak to walk.

    Once they’re safely in the TARDIS he puts Eleven down on a small chair that the TARDIS has provided for her. The Doctor goes to the console and take them into the time vortex where he knows they’ll be safe. He then goes back over to the little girl, Eleven, and kneels in front of her again. Now that he gets a good look at her he can see what a mess she is. Her face is stained with tears and blood, there’s even dried blood that had come from her ears. He doesn’t ask what had happened though, he already has a pretty good guess.
    Instead he asks, “Where is your home?” This time she doesn’t need to take any time to answer and says “Mike.” “Who’s Mike?” “Friend.” She smiles very slightly when she says the word, and the Doctor understands. “We’ll find him. I’ll get you home, I promise.” She nods, and then she does something he finds a bit odd. She places a small hand on his chest, feeling his hearts beating. Then she looks into his eyes again, seeing how old and how sad he is, and she says softly, “Eleven.” The Doctor smiles just slightly and nods.


    The Doctor had got her home safely. She’d insisted that he meet her friends before he left, and they never forgot the strange man in the bow tie who brought Eleven home.


    Years pass – for both of them, many for the Doctor, only a few for Elle. Something goes wrong; the bad people are back. She remembers the last time she was afraid and alone and who helped her. So she uses her powers to try and contact the man – the other Eleven.

    And he comes. But he’s different this time. He’s not wearing a bow tie now, and his hair is grey. His face is different too, not just older, but different. However, when she looks into the man’s eyes she knows that it’s him.
    Eleven smiles and puts a hand on the man’s chest, feeling the unmistakable vibration of two hearts beating, and says “Twelve.”

    genzelda  asked:

    I noticed that pic you did of Susan sitting on goopy Bendy's shoulders that Bendy has a red bow tie instead of white. I like to think susan gave him the bow tie so now he wears it everyday to show her he really appreciates it. If he were to lose it, he'd freak out about it in private but play it cool when in her company. I don't know i just thought it looked funny in my head. xD

    That…

    IS ACTUALLY PRETTY CLOSE GOOD JOB.

    Bendy and Susan actually switched bows– notice, she has a white one, that’s his old one– and you better believe he loves that frickin’ thing like nobody’s business. This is actually a mildly important plot point.

    Why, you ask?

    C’mon I can’t make it that easy for ya.