i love it when the tea is done

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your coffee and tea Dragons. They're adorable and I kind of want to cuddle them. I also wondered if you've done any hamlet drawings?

Thank you! I do have a Hamlet tag but it’s uhh pretty much just a couple of old drawings and reblogs of John Simm when he took on the role years ago so there’s really not much to see there. I’d love to add more to the tag in though!

his little princess / draco malfoy

WARNING: DADDY DRACO FEELS THAT COULD POSSIBLY KILL YOU

p.s. I’m most likely going to write a part 2 before any of you ask. ;)

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Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

December the seventh had been the due date for your little pink bundle.

Three days had slipped by and every second of those very long days felt excruciating to endure. You were a little over forty weeks pregnant and more uncomfortable than ever. Sleep was near to impossible and the immense amount of fatigue only worsened every other thing you felt. The baby’s kicks were quite strong and you couldn’t seem to enjoy them as much as you had near the start of the pregnancy. To top it all off, Draco was more protective than ever and any little moan or whimper that escaped from you made him spring into action. Irritability had become your number one symptom and your main target was Draco.

It was December the eleventh, the start of the fourth day after your due date. You woke up to minor contractions, but it didn’t get your hopes up since you had been experiencing them daily. You had slept a grand total of three hours and lied awake in bed, a hand resting on your large belly full of at least eight pounds of baby. The red letters on the clock read 5:45 and it remained dark outside, the bedroom’s only form of light being from the clock.

Rain hit the glass windows and roof, creating a soothing melody as you stared up at the ceiling. Draco’s arm lie around your waist and his large, vein filled hand rested on your belly. His steady breath washed over the back of your bare neck and the stray hairs from your tousled bun tickled your skin as he breathed out. You melted back into his warm chest, your palm going to rest on top of his and your fingers slotted between his against the material of your long-sleeved shirt. The contractions were continuing to plague your body and although they were spaced apart and fairly minor, they were still a bit painful. The only place you felt content was with Draco.

A swift and harsh kick to your ribs from the culprit in your belly caused you to suck in a sharp breath, your eyes screwing shut in discomfort. The little girl inside you hit the same spot where yours and Draco’s hands lie and your muscles tensed as he stirred behind you. A soft hum vibrated his chest and his arm tightened around your waist, his palm lightly squeezing your stomach in acknowledgment of the unborn child’s kicks. He pushed himself up on his forearm when you shifted uncomfortably, your ribs aching and a small contraction pulsated through your lower abdomen.

“Contractions again, sweetheart?” He asked gently and ran his fingers over your swollen stomach.

Sighing at his comforting touch, your head bobbed up and down on the pillow. “Yeah,” you breathed meekly and smiled weakly up at the concerned face of your husband. “But I’m fine. They’re still not strong and irregular.”

Draco moved his hand up to your flushed cheeks and brushed away a few sweaty strands of hair. Your hot flashes had only worsened as you progressed in the pregnancy and it was embarrassing to sweat without having done anything. He didn’t seem to think anything of it, but you felt like an unattractive beached whale.

His fingers never ceased in stroking your hair and you smiled tiredly when his lips pressed to your forehead. “Do you need anything, love?” He murmured against your skin. “I can get you some tea or make some breakfast.”

“I need you to cuddle me,” You moaned and shifted onto the side facing him. Your face burrowed into his t-shirt clad chest and you breathed him in, feeling completely at ease by his side. He made the discomfort and pain you felt bearable.

Chuckling, Draco brought you in flush to him and he heard your muffled giggles at your bump getting in the way. He smiled lovingly at you, his ice colored irises drinking in the tired smile on your face. Your hair was wildly tousled from tossing and turning all night, your skin was free of any cosmetic product and the pregnancy glow still radiated from you as it did in the beginning. He had never imagined himself to be lying in bed with the love of his life tangled against him and he didn’t quite understand how you had fallen in love with him, but he was sure as hell glad you had.

You tilted your head further back to meet his eyes just as you experienced yet another kick from the babe inside you. It was much softer and less of a karate chop to your ribs than the previous kick. Draco felt the gentle jab in his side since your belly was pressed to him as close as physically possible and you smiled when he slid your shirt up, revealing the large baby bump. You had acquired some stretch marks, but he paid them no mind and lowered his head to talk to her like you knew he adored doing.

“Hey baby girl,” Draco cooed in the gentlest tone he could manage. His fingertips danced along your bare bump and you admired the adoring smile on his face when she kicked at the sound of his voice. “It’s Daddy. Again.”

“She’s probably tired of hearing your voice, my love,” You teased and ran your fingers through his blonde locks.

“Shush,” He said and shot you a warning look that made you giggle. “Don’t listen to Mummy, princess. She’s mean to Daddy and—Oi!”

You had smacked his head and tried to stifle your laughter his messy hair. “Don’t tell our daughter that, Draco!” You scolded.

“Anyway,” Draco said and lowered his lips to your bump again. He brushed them along the stretched skin, a mark brandishing the once smooth flesh on your stomach, and goose bumps arose on your belly as he kissed it softly. “You like keeping Mummy and Daddy waiting, don’t you? We’re ready to meet you, princess.”

The clock ticked over to 6:00 and you shut your eyes for a mere second, taking in the soft sounds of the rain hitting the glass window. You had barely been submerged into darkness for a millisecond when you felt a gushing sensation between your legs as if you had peed on yourself, but you knew full well that it had not been that.

On December eleventh, the fourth day after your due date, your water had broken and labor begun.

Panic. Unshakable panic fell upon the house, capturing Draco in its claws. It seemed as though the split second your water broke and you pulled your very pregnant self from the bed, the contractions began to grow ever so slightly stronger. As your nose scrunched up in discomfort and your digits yanked your shirt over your stomach again, Draco caught every grimace of pain and he felt his body frozen to the bed. His eyes were glued onto your face and he watched as your hands came to rest just above your hips, riding the contraction out until it descended to nothing.

“Your water broke which means you’re in labor,” Draco said slowly, the words slowly seeping into his brain and when they did, the panic settled in further. “Bloody hell, you’re in labor!

You couldn’t help but giggle and take his hands in yours, pulling him from the king sized mattress. Your fingers traced over his knuckles soothingly and you tilted your head back, your y/e/c irises twinkling as they gazed into his icy blue ones. “I suppose baby girl heard you and decided to surprise you, my love,” You murmured and grinned.

He gaped down at your smaller frame before pulling you to him, his arms wrapped around you and his hands rested on your waist. The large baby bump pressed between you two and he kissed your forehead multiple times, the burning of tears already blurring his vision. “I’m about to be a Dad,” He mumbled shakily into your neck and you held him tighter as he shook slightly in your grasp.

A gentle, subtle smile pulled at the corners of your lips. The pads of your fingers ran along his back and you pulled back to kiss his forehead. “You’re going to be amazing, Draco,” You hummed softly and felt like crying yourself at his soft, adoring expression. “Now, I’m kind of in labor so we should go to the hospital.”

“Right.” Draco heaved a sigh and blew it out heavily. “You’re in bloody labor. Oh, merlin.”


Seconds trickled by, turning into minutes and following with hours. You had gotten decked out in the hideous hospital gown and the IV’s had been stuck into your veins. Nurses came and went, checking your progress along with an occasional monitor of the baby’s heartbeat or asking if you needed anything. You had dilated to a four and the contractions had gotten closer together, much stronger, and more painful. The whimpers leaving your mouth only worried Draco more and if you weren’t in immense amounts of pain, you would’ve been slightly amused.

Your eyes screwed shut in discomfort and a soft whimper fell upon Draco’s ears as he stood at your bedside, stroking his pale fingers through your hair and along your perspired forehead. He hated seeing you in pain and there was not a thing in the world he could do to make it better. He did all he knew to do and that was to make you as comfortable as possible.

Draco bent down to your level and kissed your head gingerly, his right hand clutching yours. “You’re almost halfway, love,” He cooed softly and brushed the pesky hairs out of your face. “You’re doing so good, taking those contractions like a champ.”

Blowing out an intake of air, you pushed a weak smile up at him. “I think labor is kicking my ass, but thanks Draco.”

He chuckled. “I’m not even the one in labor and its kicking my ass more than yours.”

You giggled and rose up against the pillows to peck his lips. You squeezed his hand, grinning, and said, “You’re taking labor like a champ, babe. I promise.”

“I think I’m supposed to be telling you that.”


A mere two hours prior, you had been at four centimeters dilated and gotten the epidural. Ten centimeters came in the blink of an eye and the time to push was upon you before your brain could process it. The hospital room was in a flurry of nurses and doctors prepping for delivery, the spotlights had been switched on, and your legs were positioned to deliver your baby girl. With a pounding heart and your belly flipping with nerves, Draco grasped your right hand firmly and murmured comforting words into your ear through the chaotic events unfolding rapidly.

“Alright, Mrs. Malfoy,” The doctor exclaimed from the end of the hospital bed. “It’s time to push.”

With a fleeting glance into your husband’s stormy irises and the distant sound of nurses reassuring you, you tucked your chin to your chest and pushed. A strangled cry elicited from your mouth as one of the nurses counted up to ten and you pushed through until she reached ten before sucking in a deep breath, dropping your head to the pillow. Draco stroked your hair and continuously peppered kisses on the top of your head or on the slightly dampened skin of your forehead.

“M’so proud of you, my love,” He hummed into your ear.

“I love you, but we’re never having another baby after this,” You huffed, already exhausted from one push.

Draco chortled. “Whatever you say, darling.”

“Push, Mrs. Malfoy!”

For the second time, you tucked your chin in, took a deep breath, and pushed as hard as possible because you wanted that baby out. The pressure and burning sensation began to intensify and after a mere few moments rest after the second push, you were going again. After a total of five pushes, the little baby girl was out and loud crying filled the hospital room. The moment your eyes laid on the doctor holding your baby, wiping her off a bit, tears spilled over onto your cheeks and you looked up at Draco. A small cry left your mouth at the sight of his eyes glistening with tears of his own and he stooped over to kiss your lips repeatedly, the taste of salty tears into the kiss.

“I love you so much,” He whispered and wiped the wet streaks on your cheeks.

“I love you too,” You sniffled.

The doctor placed your baby onto your chest, a blanket draped over the naked newborn and her little cries lessened to whimpers. You sunk your teeth into your lip, holding back a fresh wave of tears, and placed one of your hands on her head and the other on her tiny back. You pressed your lips to the top of her head and traced your fingertips along her back, soothing her whimpers to nothing.

Draco gazed at his two girls in awe. The tiny glimpse into you as a mother had already taken his breath away and he could feel himself falling deeper into the pit of love he held for you. Very carefully, he brought his hand to the pink cheek of his little girl and drug his finger along the soft skin as if it were porcelain. Never had he seen a more beautifully ethereal thing in the entire world than the bundle that lie on your chest. She had only been in the world for a few minutes and he was already enthralled. He was so in love with the tiny human he had created with you.

“My little princess,” He hummed gently and never ceased his finger against her small cheek. “She’s so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Of course she is.” You giggled. “She’s your daughter.”

“I think it’s the other way around, my love,” Draco said adoringly.

Your cheeks flushed and you sighed in content, the babe on your chest stirring before falling still again. “Freya Leigh Malfoy, already stealing hearts at a few minutes old.”

“That’s my girl.”

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lilith-winchester  asked:

Can I request being friends with Daniel howell would include please?

I DON’T WRITE FOR DANNY BUT I FEEL BAD SO I’ll DO IT ANYWAY

Originally posted by arcticlester

(( gif not mine ))

FRIENDSHIP WITH THIS CRINGE MASTER MAY INCLUDE:

  • classy innuendos
  • because he’s British
  • “I am literally not okay.”
  • many times will he zone out while talking with you
  • he values your opinion
  • like a lot
  • “fight me.”
  • you calling him DaneYell HowkGell
  • him ignoring you
  • him leaning on you at first because he’s tall and then just putting all his weight on you
  • who can go the longest without swearing
  • he usually wins
  • because he’s articulate
  • screaming
  • no one knows why
  • just random yelling
  • him threatening to spill hot tea on your future children
  • you offering to help him film
  • you getting him to get shit done for once
  • him making no effort when you aren’t around
  • “I regret you.”
  • his fans loving you to bits
  • even when he tries to convince them you are terrible
  • “I wouldn’t do that, she’s vicious.”
  • Dan makes every conscious effort to embarrass you
  • accusing him of faking his accent on multiple occasions
  • just to see him try and sound more English because he’s offended
  • dancing to rude sirens together
  • Phil is very confused as to how you sometimes don’t talk for a month yet are still so close
  • you go along with each others bullshit it’s great
  • realizing that he’s an idiot
  • and so are you

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(A/n): okay wow never again request for Dan or Phil because I won’t write it

gosh diddily darn you are lucky I’m nice

…the Angsty PTTM sentiment (“i was looking for something more powerful than this belt while it’s been you all along”) but in everyday life. Hurley swiftly changes a cart wheel with an improvised lever and Sloane is flabbergasted because her wife is just so strong and capable. Her raven mask is worn-out, and Hurley makes a new one, and it’s just so neatly crafted and dear gods she’s so talented heavens help me what have i done to deserve her. Sloane catches a cold and Hurley makes up the most amazing excuse to take a day off and runs around her girlfriend with hot compresses and beef-tea and just scoops up this grumpy sneezing baby when she starts complaining, just lifts her, and Sloane looks at her and bursts into tears because Hurley is just so strong and powerful and perfect, and Sloane just loves and cherishes and adores her so so much

hula-hoopist  asked:

(If you have the time) you should do a book rec list!!

$Definitely!! I’m just going to include the ones that I’ve read that have resonated with me personally, so please feel free to message me for specific recs (Scifi, romance, wlw, etc) and i’ll look into making a more refined list for you.  Reading is truly such a positive outlet, regardless of age, and I really hope there is something on here for everyone to love as much as I did.

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz.  Aristotle is an angry teen with a brother in prison. Dante is a know-it-all who has an unusual way of looking at the world. When the two meet at the swimming pool, they seem to have nothing in common. But as the loners start spending time together, they discover that they share a special friendship—the kind that changes lives and lasts a lifetime. And it is through this friendship that Ari and Dante will learn the most important truths about themselves and the kind of people they want to be. 

This book is so important.  It follows two Mexican-America boys, through the 80s in Texas, and at the very heart of all of it, is a love so pure and intense, it made me genuinely choke up with how intimate it was. (Try not to fall in love with Dante, I dare you, you will fail, just as hard as Ari)


Girl Mans Up  by M-E Gerard. All Pen wants is to be the kind of girl she’s always been. So why does everyone have a problem with it? They think the way she looks and acts means she’s trying to be a boy—that she should quit trying to be something she’s not. If she dresses like a girl, and does what her folks want, it will show respect. If she takes orders and does what her friend Colby wants, it will show her loyalty.But respect and loyalty, Pen discovers, are empty words. Old-world parents, disintegrating friendships, and strong feelings for other girls drive Pen to see the truth—that in order to be who she truly wants to be, she’ll have to man up.

Girl Mans Up is such a great book about gender identity for queer girls.  Pen is amazing narrator, and having it in the first person perspective is perfect for seeing just how frustrating it is to be a girl that doesn’t fit the gender role she’s expected to. (She also has a girlfriend who she stays with in the entire book and they have a wonderful relationship, no one dies 10/10)


Whatever: or how junior year became totally f$@ked by S.J. Goslee @pantstomatchJunior year is about to start. Here’s what Mike Tate knows:His friends are awesome and their crappy garage band is a great excuse to drink cheap beer. Rook Wallace is the devil. The Lemonheads rock. And his girlfriend Lisa is the coolest. Then Lisa breaks up with him, which makes Mike only a little sad, because they’ll stay friends and he never knew what to do with her boobs anyway. But when Mike finds out why Lisa dumped him, it blows his mind. And worse―he gets elected to homecoming court.With a standout voice, a hilariously honest view on sex and sexuality, and enough f-bombs to make your mom blush, S.J. Goslee’s debut YA novel Whatever. is a fresh, modern take on the coming-out story.

I’m honestly 100% certain there isn’t a summary that could do Whatever justice. I read this book because another librarian I work with suggested it to me, and I haven’t laughed out loud so much at a book since the Georgia Nicholson Diaries.  Mike is a bisexual teen who frequently doesn’t shower and hangs out with the most endearing group of straight boys you could possibly conjure up.  This book also has incredibly refreshing male/female friendships and the sweetest sibling relationship between Mike and his eccentric little sister, Rosie.

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell. Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who’s ever been chosen.That’s what his roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he’s probably right.Half the time, Simon can’t even make his wand work, and the other half, he starts something on fire. His mentor’s avoiding him, his girlfriend broke up with him, and there’s a magic-eating monster running around, wearing Simon’s face. Baz would be having a field day with all this, if he were here–it’s their last year at the Watford School of Magicks, and Simon’s infuriating nemesis didn’t even bother to show up.

It’s Harry Potter but funnier and Harry and Draco end up together!! Actually, it’s Simon and Baz, but honestly it’s what all of our thirteen year old selves were starved for, like junkies of fanfiction.net, just looking for a fix.  I’m always a little hesitant of YA romance novels with vampires (For good reason, I think we’re all a little jaded still), but Baz is my Favorite Vampire™.  He’s funny and sarcastic and moody and just a little bit lonely, the poor thing. 


The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater @maggie-stiefvaterEvery year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue never sees them–until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks to her.His name is Gansey, a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble.But Blue is drawn to Gansey, in a way she can’t entirely explain. He is on a quest that has encompassed three other Raven Boys: Adam, the scholarship student who resents the privilege around him; Ronan, the fierce soul whose emotions range from anger to despair; and Noah, the taciturn watcher who notices many things but says very little.For as long as she can remember, Blue has been warned that she will cause her true love to die. She doesn’t believe in true love, and never thought this would be a problem. But as her life becomes caught up in the strange and sinister world of the Raven Boys, she’s not so sure anymore

This sort of sounds like a lovey dovey romance novel right? It’s not. There’s magic, and psychics, and dead Welsh Kings (this medieval lit major was shook), and the most fleshed out characters I’ve read in a series in about 8,000 years. I didn’t think I could fall in love with a group of spoiled prep school boys, and neither does the main character Blue, but here she is with her four husbands. 


Timekeeper by Tara Sim. In an alternate Victorian world controlled by clock towers, a damaged clock can fracture time–and a destroyed one can stop it completely. It’s a truth that seventeen-year-old clock mechanic Danny Hart knows all too well; his father has been trapped in a Stopped town east of London for three years. Though Danny is a prodigy who can repair not only clockwork, but the very fabric of time, his fixation with staging a rescue is quickly becoming a concern to his superiors. And so they assign him to Enfield, a town where the tower seems to be forever plagued with problems. Danny’s new apprentice both annoys and intrigues him, and though the boy is eager to work, he maintains a secretive distance. Danny soon discovers why: he is the tower’s clock spirit, a mythical being that oversees Enfield’s time. Though the boys are drawn together by their loneliness, Danny knows falling in love with a clock spirit is forbidden, and means risking everything he’s fought to achieve.
But when a series of bombings at nearby towers threaten to Stop more cities, Danny must race to prevent Enfield from becoming the next target or he’ll not only lose his father, but the boy he loves, forever.

I didn’t think steampunk was my thing, but I see maybe I was wrong.  Or maybe I just really love this one particular steampunk book.  Danny is so full of moxie and sarcasm and nervous sweating and tea it’s easy to see why Colton falls for him.  This book also tends to tackle really heavy subjects without you realizing its done just that.  

crazybunny02-blog  asked:

Jealous Hanzo or McCree?

Jealous tropes are MY JAM.  I know it’s supposed to be an unattractive trait but damn, it’s awesome.  I love me some jealousy.


McCree


Even before you and Jesse had started dating you knew he was the jealous type.  But his jealousy was as humorous as it was sweet; he didn’t get violent or even vocal about it–he only pouted like a child.  Sometimes handsy as well, but loving.  The first time you noticed he was jealous was when you were at the shooting range and Jack had made a correction in your posture, placing his arm around you to show you a better shooting technique.  Jesse had been watching you from afar after you banished him for turning a serious shooting session into playtime, but you could still see his shoulders stiffen when Jack stepped closer.  He didn’t relax after Jack left, and instead leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, and mouth downturned despite the cigar that hung from it.  

So it was no surprise to you when you were chatting with a new recruit in the records office when you felt two hands come around your waist and pull you close.

“Hello, darlin’,” Jesse said, placing a kiss on your neck.  The recruit you’d been talking to wasn’t perturbed by Jesse’s sudden appearance, and when you pretended as if Jesse wasn’t there they only furrowed their brow.   You shot the recruit a glare, silently telling him to ignore you boyfriend exactly as you were doing.

“Darlin?” Jesse asked when you didn’t respond.  You continued your conversation, discussing local dining options for the recruit to take his boyfriend.  You felt Jesse’s grip tighten around your waist, trying to get your attention.  His chin rested on your shoulder, his rim of his hat brushing against the top of your head.  His fingers drummed along your sides, playing with the hem of your shirt in an attempt to irk you enough to talk to him.

Still, you had far too much fun making him miserable.  He let out a long sigh, his breath making your neck and cheek hot.  With another heavy huff he stuck out his right hand to the recruit and said, “Afternoon, the name’s McCree.”

Before the recruit could accept the handshake you swatted Jesse’s wrist, making him pull back with a hiss.  Even the recruit had to raise their eyebrows at that.  Just as you were about to part ways you felt a thumb and index finger pinch hard on your bum, eliciting a squeak from your throat.  You tried to jump forward but Jesse’s other arm kept you in place, his hand now flat on your ass.

“Jesse!” you shouted.  As you twisted your neck to face him the recruit dashed off, already seeing how red your face had gotten; they probably didn’t want to stay to find out if it was anger or embarrassment.

“Well you weren’t paying me any attention, sugar,” Jesse said.  You struggled to get out of his grip but all you could do was face him, allowing him to keep you flush against his chest.

“Well are you happy now?” you questioned.  “I’m gonna kill you, is that enough attention?”

Leaning close, his nose bumped yours, his lips still in a grin.  He purred, “Do I look like an unhappy man?”


Hanzo


For someone so quiet and reserved, nobody expected Hanzo to be as possessive of you as he was.  It wasn’t obvious to some, but Genji saw the way his brother stared daggers at anyone that came into your vicinity.  It was so subtle, in fact, that you didn’t notice until McCree had placed his hand just a little too low on your back for Hanzo’s liking.  He was lucky it was his robotic arm, because you were certain Hanzo’s grip was crushing as he carefully removed it from your lower back.  

Of course, you’d given him hell for doing it.  In front of McCree no less.  To a certain degree it was sweet that Hanzo was protective of you but he couldn’t go around hurting people when they touched you, especially if it was your friend and a member of the team.  He gave little resistance, and you could see in his eyes that he knew what he was doing was wrong.  After that it didn’t help that McCree would sometimes go out of his way to wrap his arms around you, all the while sending a smirk to the archer.  Once you kneed him in the crotch for getting a little too happy at Hanzo’s discomfort he stopped, and Hanzo gave a rare grin.

One evening though, as you sat on your balcony with small cups of tea, you saw a small twitch in Hanzo’s lips as you told him about a bad pickup line from a cashier.  You questioned, “Why do you get so jealous?”

He must not have been expecting the question because you saw his adam’s apple bob as he gulped.  His face wasn’t as hard to read as most thought, and you saw as he went through the initial panic from your question to worry with a creased brow, to accepting it with a sigh.  “Do you not get jealous?”

You thought a moment, wondering if you did.  Hanzo didn’t exactly get hit on in public, but you saw the looks some would give him as he walked by.  He was an attractive man, you accepted that he turned heads.  You replied, “Don’t change the subject.  I don’t go around trying to break arms if you shake hands with someone.”

A small grunt came from Hanzo’s throat as he sipped his tea.  

You prodded, “Well?”

“I have not broken any bones,” he finally admitted.

“You nearly took McCree’s arm off and started hitting him with it,” you stated with a grin.

Seeing your smile made the tension in Hanzo’s shoulders relax, his teacup clinking as it touched against the glass table.  “That American is too handsy.”

“He only does it to get a rise out of you.”

Another grunt with pursed lips.  His eyes fell on his cup as he twisted it back and forth between his middle finger and thumb.  You waited, a little impatient, for his answer while he thought.  Finally, he told you, “You are important to me, I do not want to lose you.”

Your chair screeched against the stone balcony as you dragged it next to Hanzo.  You pressed the arm right against his chair and linked your elbow with his.  With a sigh you rested your head on his shoulder.  He continued to twirl his cup.

“Why would you lose me?” you asked.  

“I have done many things in my life,” he replied, “things that make me question if I am worthy of you.”

You flinched up, facing him.  He refused to look at you, and kept his eyes on his teacup.  “You don’t think you’re worthy of me?”

His silence was answer enough.

Taking one hand you pressed it against his cheek and forced his gaze to meet yours.  “Hanzo, please don’t put me on a pedestal.  And don’t worry about what you’ve done making me love you any less.  I love you.  You have nothing to fear.”

Stretching your neck up your lips met his, tasting of the honey he’d put into his tea.  With your forehead touching his you said, “And to answer your question, I do get jealous.  I don’t like it when other people look at you sometimes.”

“What do you do then?” he asked.  His knuckles stroked your cheek, his hand going to cradle the back of your neck.

“I remind myself that you and I share a bed,” you replied, “and I make sure to leave a little mark on your neck that you never notice to prove you’re mine.”

Hanzo hummed as he kissed you again.  “Perhaps I should mark you tonight so that McCree does not touch you tomorrow.”

You smiled.  “Now that, I’m very okay with.”

Junhao Headcanons

requested by @sassyminghao ♡

oh boy here we go

☾ junhao invented the having a crush on your best friend cliche 

☾ minghao is always stealing junhui’s hoodies/t-shirts, always, all the time, none stop, junhui dies lil inside from softness

☾ anything minghao does junhui is just all “ 😍😍😍 “

☾ clingy junhui is a thing, jun is always touching minghao in one way or another, whether it be holding hands or their legs just brushing together

☾ jun is the ultimate grease bag, minghao could be throwing a rage fit and he’d be in the background smiling like “ awe you’re so cute “

☾ minghao acts really annoyed when junhui is being overly affectionate or flirty but he’s literally dying on the inside (save this tsundere)

☾ jun has definitely made minghao lay under him as he did push ups just so he he’d kiss him when he came down 👀

☾ everyone thinks junhui is the one who gets easily jealous but it’s really minghao

☾ they can and will shamelessly make out in front of their members

☾ neck . kisses . any . time . all . the . time

☾ someone control jun when it comes to leaving hickeys

☾ minghao isn’t extremely vocal with his affection so when he does say things like “ i love you “ or “ you look cute “ , jun’s eyes light up like christmas lights

☾ although, minghao is plenty vocal with mingyu, he’ll keep him up all hours of the night talking about junhui 

☾ jun would brag about how amazing his boyfriend is, can and will stand in the middle of the street screaming “ LOOK HOW CUTE MY BF IS “
minghao gets embarrassed and hits him

☾ gross flirting in mandrian

☾ junhui makes minghao’s tea for him in the morning cos he refuses to get out of bed

☾ i mean, it’s canon that minghao goes to junhui when he’s stressed so queue lots of comfort cuddles and jun whispering cute words of encouragement for him

☾ jun uses the nickname babe any chance he gets

☾ minghao has a non sexual praise kink that jun is more than willing to fulfill 

☾ junhui buys promise rings 

☾ junhui also forces minghao to sit on his lap, not that he’s complaining though

☾ they say i love you like 507 times a day (mostly done by jun)

☾ minghao is always secretly taking photos of jun (canon)

someone please teach junhui to not grab minghao’s ass all the time

bonus , junhao in a nutshell

minghao : ew i hate you

junhui : i love you too 😍

everyone else : what the fuck

Never Say Never (Part 3)

Pairing: Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader
Word count: 2,865
Warnings: Cussing. Violence. Mentions of Blood.  Smut. Fingering. Oral Sex (Female). Unprotected Sex. Season 12 spoilers.
Sequel: Part 3/? of  Never Say Never. This ended up becoming a mini-series.  

Authors Note: My use of vampires in this installment has nothing to do with the previews for this weeks show.  It was more about me trying to find a creature that fit into all the criteria I needed for this story.


Special thanks to @lucis-unicorn for being my beta, idea-bouncer, and support system.

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Jughead had planned the perfect night to ask for Betty's hand in marriage, but their best friends made things complicated. Meanwhile Betty is trying to figure out a subtle way to tell Jughead that she's pregnant, but her day is awful, as is her mood.

The Three of Us


Jughead was pacing around the living room, tugging on his suspender. Where was she? He thought. 

He had made reservations at the new Italian restaurant downtown an hour ago. Betty was usually home two hours ago.

He had called her cellphone, but she hadn’t answered. He was starting to worry.

He took another lap around the living room, then shuffled into the kitchen.

Either way, he was doing this tonight.

He took a cutting board from the cupboard and gathered garlic and onions from the fridge, placed them on the board and started to chop.

A few minutes later, they were sizzling on the stove as the front door swung open.

“Bets?” Jughead called, peering out into the hallway.

“Ugh,” Was her reply. 

She took off her boots and placed them into slippers waiting by the door. She walked into the kitchen to find him.

“You wouldn’t believe the day I had,” Betty leaned towards to Jughead to give him a kiss. Her mood didn’t change that.

“What happened?” Jughead replied cautiously.

“That stupid prick Mr. Smith parked in my spot again, and then I have five late students to first period. Five! How do five students - anyway, then a couple decided to break up in my next class. Right in the middle of class. Nobody was paying attention. Then I spilled milk all over myself when I went to get lunch.” She took a deep breath.”And then, just to top off my day, two huge guys get in a fight in the hallway and I’m the only person around trying to stop it. Me! I’m p-I’m, uh, this tiny little person, y’know? How am I going to stop them? So I had to stay late to give them detention.” 

Jughead rubbed a hand up and down her arm, trying to calm her.

Betty shook her head slowly. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take a quick shower.”

Jughead smiled and turned back towards the fridge. “I’ll finish dinner.”

Betty just nodded and trudged up the stairs. Then, her stomach lurched and she was running towards the bathroom. She slammed the door and heaved the contents into the toilet - why did they call it morning sickness if it happened all damn day?

Her stomach heaved again and she threw up into the toilet once more. She waited to see if she was going to vomit any more, but she seemed to be in the clear. She turned the shower on and stripped her clothes away, warming herself under the water.

She finished up, wrapping herself in a towel and padding towards the bedroom. She changed into warm cotton pants and a hoodie, throwing her wet hair behind her.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. She could do this - she could tell him.

Betty walked back down the hall, peering into the dining room. Jughead had lit candles and poured two glasses of wine. The table was set, and delicious smells were coming from the kitchen - well, they would have been delicious a few months ago. Now they were making Betty want to vomit.

“Jug, what did you put in that?”

“It’s chicken and bacon in blush sauce, your favorite.” 

Betty was about to say something else when the doorbell rang. 

She took a deep breath through her mouth and padded down to the door. 

Archie, Veronica, Kevin and Cheryl were standing there expectantly. 

“Uh, hey?” Betty asked confused.

Jughead poked his head out of the kitchen, shaking it furiously. 

“Jughead, are you cooking? Didn’t you-”

“Betty got home late, guys. I’m making dinner.” 

Jughead had made the mistake of telling his friends he planned on proposing tonight. He had forgotten all about it, instead worrying about the love of his life. 

“Well, it smells delicious.” Veronica said, making her way inside. “Make enough for us?”

“Yeah, Jug, you always make enough for an army.” Archie said, following Veronica.

Their friends figured he would be planning to propose another night.

Kevin and Cheryl made their way inside too, brushing past Betty.

“You know, I’m not really that hungry anyway.” Betty said, joining the group. “Feel free to have mine.”

A look of concern brushed Jughead’s face.

Betty took a deep breath through her mouth, trying to keep the nausea down.

Jughead grabbed the glasses of wine off the table and passed one to Betty. “Well, here. Lets toast to our friends ruining our Friday night.” He laughed tightly.

Betty took the glass but didn’t raise it to her mouth.

“Oh, shit, Jug, I just thought -” Archie started to say, smiling apologetically. 

Betty set her glass down beside her, hoping nobody would notice that she didn’t drink any.

Betty Cooper never said no to a glass of wine. Of course her friends noticed.

“Oh my God, Betty!” Cheryl screeched. 

“Can I talk to you?” Betty grabbed Cheryl none-too-lightly by the elbow, steering her towards her bedroom. Veronica followed behind them.

Betty shut the bedroom door.

“You’re pregnant!” Cheryl said beaming.

“Oh my God.” Veronica smiled. “Are you!?”

Betty smiled slowly. “Okay, yes, I’m pregnant, but you have to shut up because I haven’t told anybody else yet.”

“Jughead doesn’t know yet?” Veronica asked.

“He’s got to be pretty stupid if he hasn’t figured it out. You look like you’re about to throw up and you just turned down wine. You never turn down wine.”

“What she means is you’re glowing.” Veronica interjected.

“Well I was going to tell him, but you know, we kind of got interrupted.”

“Shit, right. Sorry. We can gather the others and go.” 

“Thank you,” Betty said, closing her eyes. Finally, something was going her way today. “I love you guys, though.”

Veronica squeezed her hand, smiling. “Congratulations, beautiful.” She murmured.

Cheryl smiled as well. “You’re going to be a great Mom, Betty.”

They hugged and left the room, padding down the hall together.

“Alright boys!” Cheryl called. “Let’s go hit a club.” 

They didn’t need much convincing, and a few minutes later, Jughead and Betty were alone again.

Jughead had forgotten about the food and gripped Betty’s hands.

“Betty, I have to ask you something.”

“I’m going to throw up.” Betty said quickly, taking off towards the bathroom once more.

Jughead followed her and held her hair back and she vomited again. He rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. 

Betty leaned back and closed her eyes when she was done, propping herself against the tub. 

“I’ll make you some tea, okay?”

Betty nodded her head as Jughead left the room. 

She got off the floor and walked to the kitchen a moment later.

Jughead was in the hallway, knelt on one knee. “Betty Cooper, I’ve been trying to do this all evening. But it doesn’t matter where I do it, or what I say. All that matters is that we’re together for the rest of our lives. I love you so much. It’ll be the two of us against the world.” He popped the box the he was holding open, revealing a ring. “Will you marry me?”

“Three of us,” Betty murmured, transfixed by the ring.

“What?”

Betty ran a hand over her stomach. “Three of us, Jug. It’s going to be the three of us against the world.” 

“Oh, God, I’m an idiot.” Jughead laughed, thinking of all the obvious signs in front of him. He got off his knee and closed the distance between himself and Betty. “Is that a yes?”

Betty wrapped her arms around Jughead’s neck, leaning forward to kiss him. “Yes! Of course it’s a yes. I love you so much, Jug.” She kissed him again.

Jughead leaned back, placing a hand over Betty’s abdomen. 

“Are you… okay with this?” She murmured, nodding towards her belly.

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m okay. I’m more than okay, Betty, I’m so excited.” He knelt down again, lifting Betty’s sweater to touch her bare skin. “Hello in there,” He murmured. He placed a kiss on her stomach. “Me and your mommy are going to have a shot gun wedding!” He said in a baby voice. “Yes we are!” 

Betty laughed and hoisted Jughead back up. “Shut up.” She said, smiling. “I love you, Jughead.”

“I love you too,” He murmured.

And most of all, I want to do nothing with you. I want to spend a Sunday at home, me in my corner, you in yours, reading or working or writing, silently in our spaces. I want to be so together that we don’t have to say anything at all, that we can just watch it rain and drink our tea and occasionally look at one another and smile. I will wonder why I ever thought that Sunday was for running errands and cleaning and getting things done one after the other, when it is so clear that spending them silently across from you is so much better.

I want to have every bit of Sunday with you, every Sunday, because you are simply too good to end on a Saturday night.

Jason comforting S/O after a hard day HCs

Requested by @memento-amare: “Could you do headcanons on Jason comforting someone who has had a stupid fucking day? Preferably because of something a family member said/did. Thanks, Jules ^.^”

A/N: Hope you love it Jo!

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  • The minute he sees you’re poor mood he’s immediately asking what he matter is.
  • He will sit with you as you tell him what went wrong that day. It sort of becoming a rant about how your family just kept getting under your skin and wouldn’t leave you be about anything.
  • He completely understands that feeling. His siblings and Bruce have done the same exact things to him.
  • For a while he will just cuddle you. Rubbing your back and arms, just helping you calm down and end up dozing off.
  • He will leave you asleep on the couch and cover you up with a blanket.
  • You wake up to him having cleaned the apartment/house and making dinner.
  • Meeting him in the kitchen you’re greeted with the scent of your favorite meal.
  • “Good morning, or should I say evening sleepy head”
  • Saying while handing you a cup of tea. Of course your favorite brand and kind. 
  • You don’t really say anything, just hum while taking the tea from him.
  • You will end up just watching him cook, finding it relaxing. Him sending a smile over to you every so often.
  • Or tossing utensils and herbs around like some hibachi chef, making you laugh.
  • When he’s done cooking he will have improved your mood greatly.
  • “Feeling better?”
  • “Yeah, thank you for all of this”
  • “Hey, I love you. It’s my job to make your day better”
  • He will skip patrol, his brothers covering for him.
  • You end up watching movies like Anastasia (that’s for you Jo) all night before you end up crashing on the couch together.

anonymous asked:

Hey babe~ (do I sound like Zen lol) could you do a HC with a MC that is really sensitive. For example, get a way too excited when they get little gifts like a book or bubble tea. Yet, even the slightest thing wrong can make them get really depressed. You can see that I'm not a stable human being. I become gullible just by the smallest acts of kindness and literally started crying today because someone broke my eraser in half. I'm a high schooler so I obviously have issues...

YOU DON’T HAVE ISSUES I AM THE EXACT SAME WAY I AM THE MOST SENSITIVE KID YOU WILL EVER MEET LIKE I CRY OVER EVERY LITTLE THING AND WILL GET SO EXCITED OVER SMALL THINGS AND I’M SO GULLIBLE TO ACTS OF KINDNESS WHAT YOU WROTE DESCRIBES ME PERFECTLY OKAY I UNDERSTAND I’M SUPER EMOTIONAL
(sorry for the screaming I got excited that I’m not the only person like this,,,,)

Yoosung:
-You’re both just a couple of sensitive puppies.
-If one of you is upset, the other is upset.
-You guys are a mess.
-But in the nicest way possible.
-You both understand each other so well because you’re so similar with your emotions.
-You can also bet Yoosung will be right with you getting excited over bubble tea.
-You both get hyped over every little thing, it’s invigorating to have someone to scream and freak out with.
-You gets very protective when he sees you crying. Even if you try to pass it off as not a big deal, it’s a big deal to him.
-Someone made you cry and that’s not okay.
-He’ll make things right, sometimes meaning he gets whoever did it to apologize, sometimes they refuse.
-When you get depressed, so does he. He likes to hold you to make you feel better, but if you don’t like that, he talks about other things to distract you, and hopefully makes you laugh.
-It always works.
-He’s worried about how you can be so gullible to nice things people do for you and keeps an eye on everyone that is being too friendly. If they do anything he doesn’t trust, he intervenes. It’s not so controlling to the point of over protection and manipulation, he steps off when you tell him to. He’s just keeping an eye out for you.

Zen:
-So. Cute.
-Cannot. PROCESS.
-Because you get so excited, you are like the biggest cheerleader for his acting.
-He gets a new role, you are buzzing with excitement. You ramble about how amazing and talented your boyfriend is as you jump and clap in excitement.
-Really feeding his ego, aren’t ya?
-But, he hates when you cry or you get depressed.
-He always panics, no matter what it is.
-He doesn’t care if it’s something small. He always takes it seriously.
-Your emotions are valid. He really stresses that if you ever feel like a wimp for crying over things.
-In his eyes, tears = upset, and it’s his job to fix whatever it is.
-You can’t be so gullible to kindness _____ the wolves are gonna get you~
-He is secretly extremely nervous about you trusting people so easily because the wolves. He’s scared of someone taking advantage of you and you not realizing it until it’s too late. It might even keep him awake at night occasionally. You can bet that anyone who takes advantage of you will be fought.
-When you’re depressed, he’ll take you out somewhere to get fresh air and clear your head, while also giving you reassuring words and joking around in hopes to cheer you up.

Jaehee:
-She gets very flustered every time you cry.
-She can be such a mom about it.
-You have no idea how many tissues she keeps in her purse at all times.
-She sees you tearing up and frantically rustles through her purse for tissues.
-But she loves how excited you can get.
-You can imagine the amount of fangirling you do together.
-It makes giving you special little gifts “just because” even more rewarding because even if it’s just a new book you can’t stop smiling and thanking her.
-She loves making you happy like that.
-She’s learned a thing or two about relaxing since she stopped working for Jumin, so she is able to calm you down when you start crying.
-She gives you little presents when you get depressed since you get so happy over even the smallest thing.
-It never fails.
-She isn’t too worried about your trust in everyone that is kind to you. She finds it nice that you see everyone with such an open mind, like you see everyone as good.
-She’ll know when to keep you in check, though, if a bad person tries to take advantage of you. If anyone were to take advantage of you, they’d definitely hear from Jaehee.

Jumin:
-You’re very emotional and he’s very emotionless (well, on the outside)
-He’s very good at keeping you out of stressful or overwhelming situations somehow.
-It’s like he has a sixth sense that tells him when you’re getting upset.
-He can sense your distress from a mile away.
-So you have nothing to worry about.
-He can tell when you’re getting upset and he will immediately take you away from whatever is bothering you and calm you down.
-He wipes your tears gently off your cheeks and kisses where they used to be.
-You’re going to have to work even harder to keep him from spoiling you after he sees how excited you get over the smallest of gifts.
-He loves putting a smile on your face, so he will buy you little presents everyday if you don’t stop him.
-He eventually realizes the gifts are more special if they aren’t an everyday thing.
-Overall, he is very good at handling your emotions for you.
-Lots of supervision when he realizes how easily you trust others. You have such a pure innocent soul it kind of worries him. You could easily be taken advantage of, but he will never let that happen.

Saeyoung:
-He doesn’t tease you nearly as much when he finds out how sensitive you are because he would hate himself if he made you cry.
-When you do cry, he tears up too. He’s really sensitive to your emotions.
-Anything that makes you cry is valid to him. He won’t judge you for crying over spilt milk because if it’s making you cry, it means it’s stressing and upsetting you, which is not okay.
-You got along with Seven at first because when either of you were excited, it rubbed off on the other, and he always entered the chatroom energetically.
-Even now, as Saeyoung, he is still affected by how excitable you are.
-He feels like his old self again because of you and your positivity.
-Because of that, when you get depressed, it’s like his world is dark.
-He does everything he can to make you feel better.
-Expect lots of bubble tea.
-It’s no wonder you fell for Unknown, you’re so gullible, which is worrying. He is very protective of you because of that. If he gets suspicious of someone, he voices his concerns. Thankfully, because of him, nobody takes advantage of you.

V:
-You don’t have to worry because V never does anything that could make you cry. He’s so gentle and considerate, you have nothing to worry about.
-Also, anytime you do cry, he manages to cheer you up and calm you down perfectly.
-When you get depressed, he’ll ask you to read him a story. That way, you can take your mind off of whatever is bothering you.
-It usually works. If it doesn’t, he’ll give you reassuring words. They never feel like empty words either because you know V in sincere.
-Whenever you get excited over little things like books and bubble tea, he just stares at you with the most peaceful, lovestruck smile.
-A “that’s my beautiful wonderful other half wow i love them and they’re all mine” smile
-The excitement makes his life so much brighter than it used to be.
-So I guess you can say you’re his light.
-He’s very trusting of people also, but he’s cautious after what happened to Rika. He doesn’t trust new people like he used to, especially people around you. He acts like nothing is wrong, but he observes everyone that gets close to you. He calms down soon enough, he just doesn’t want to lose his light. He’s paranoid.

Saeran:
-If anyone ever makes you cry, they are immediately on his bad side.
-“I want them to die.”
-“Saeran, it’s okay. They just broke my eraser.”
-“Your point?”
-He hates seeing you in tears, but he loves when you get all excited over something he sees as minuscule.
-Like he’ll offer you the last of his food when he’s done eating and you get so happy. Or sometimes when he asks if you want to go out on a date you become ecstatic.
-It’s refreshing having such unconfined positivity buzzing next to him all day.
-It makes it even more sad when you’re upset because he’d rather see you smiling over bubble tea than crying.
-Even if it’s something small, he is very concerned. You being sad makes him sad, so when you get depressed, he hates it.
-He’s not good at finding the right words, but he never leaves your side when you’re sad, no matter how long it is.
-It shows how much he truly loves you and how concerned he is for you.
-He doesn’t trust people at all, and you’re overly trusting. You balance each other out. Nobody will dare take advantage of you when they know Saeran is with you because if anyone were to do something to you, it would be the last thing they did.

Purple Flowers

Characters: Benny Lafitte x Reader

A/N: this is 100% for my darling @daughterofthebrowncoats i hope this makes you feel better, love! (also it ends in smut because literally nothing is better for cheering up than benny smut) (also sorry it got so long,,,i’m a wordy bitch)

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, public sex

Words: 2274

Tags: just my fellow benny lover @ravengirl94 ;) and also i think @feelmyroarrrr like benny?

It’s quiet at the diner, and you sigh and rest your elbow against the counter, your chin on your hand.  The heat out was ungodly, so there weren’t many people out and about, which meant no casual customers in the weird lull between lunch and dinner.  Which meant nothing to do except stare out the window.  Not that you minded.  You loved taking time to just stare out at the small path leading away from the diner.  

It was set back a little from the road, surrounded by a few beautiful trees and a spattering of purple flowers along the path.  You thought they may be weeds, since they’d been there so long and they just kept coming back every spring.  But you absolutely loved them.  Benny didn’t understand; they were messy and scattered, and honestly a little ugly, but you loved the color they brought to the otherwise dull path.

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December 15th, 2016

T-minus 24 hours until I’m done first semester of second year uni :D Woke up early to finish lab work (buffers are seriously tough love) and to replace my gel electrophoresis needle (I think I accidentally tossed mine out). Some global health review today and trying not to freeze because the heat in our building keeps shutting off. A few years ago when the ice storm hit Toronto I was sitting at home in Calgary and thinking to myself “Ha! I’ll never live in Toronto” and look at me now.

gamer boy

just a lil thing I thought of cause I’ve been loving the resurrection of his gaming channel

Word Count: 1000

Rating: PG-13

There was no point in even trying to go to sleep before Joe did. No matter how hard he tried, he was always a bit loud when he came into bed, and you couldn’t get to sleep easily without him beside you anyways. So, with the “resurrection of his gaming channel”, as he called it, you had found yourself awake quite late into the night, watching Netflix or just entertaining yourself in the living room of the flat.

You really didn’t mind. It made you happy to see him gaming again; it had been your idea to get him back into it. You remembered the old days of him playing games in his room whilst you all were dating, but unknown to his viewers. You would just lounge on the bed while he played, hidden behind the green screen. He was always so animated when he explained games to you, and you loved to see him so excited and happy over something.

Things had changed slightly. Now, with a whole shared flat, there was no reason for you to be in his office whilst he played. The videos seemed to take a bit longer when you were outside the door. You missed him. As if on cue, you heard the office door open, Joe’s feet pattering along the hardwood.

“Done already?” You asked quietly, perking up. 

“Not yet love. I think I’m gonna do one more episode tonight. Just needed a bit of a break, I shouldn’t be too long, and then we can go to bed. I’m gonna make a cup of tea, you want one?” He spoke very quickly as he walked. He was on edge, like he usually was after a game.

“Yeah, that sounds great actually,” you grinned, wrapping your blanket around you like a cape and shuffling towards the kitchen. You pulled him into a hug once he’d put the kettle on, and he squeezed you back, but you could feel him trembling ever-so-slightly.

“Babe, you’re shaking,” you murmured.

“Just a scary bit in the game is all. I’ll be alright.” His voice didn’t do much to convince you.

“I never remember your games getting to you like this before. Is this one just that bad?” He was playing Residential Evil 7, and you knew it was scary, but it wasn’t supposed to be as bad as outlast.

“It’s not that bad, really. I think it’s cause I’ve got new headphones that make everything louder, and I haven’t played in a while. Plus, you aren’t in there,” he trailed off a bit at the end, turning to pour the water and drop in some tea bags, making yours the way you liked.

“What does me being there have to do with it being scary?”

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I want to know the you that not everyone has the chance to know. I want to listen to your favourite song until I know it off by heart so I can sing along with you. I want to snuggle on a rainy day and watch your favourite movie. I want to stay up all night with you talking about your childhood, your dreams, Harry Potter, the origins of the universe. I want to travel the world with you, skinny dipping in the sea at midnight and making bonfires on the beach. I want to know your fears and your flaws, but I also want to know your strengths and your passions. I want to know your weird fetishes. I want to hear about your worst memories, the last time you cried yourself to sleep, and your heartbreaks, but I also want to hear about the good times, and what makes you laugh. I want to know if you’re ticklish. I want to hear about your family until I know them almost as well as I know my own, who you get on best with, who pisses you off, the stories you grandparents have told you about the ‘old days’, what perfume your mother wears, any family traditions. I want to know your ambitions and where you see yourself in 10 years time. I want to hear you try speaking a foreign language. I want to know who inspires you and motivates you most. I want to know which side of the bed you sleep on, and how many pillows you like to sleep with. I want to know what your favourite meal is, and which foods you hate, and how many pancakes you can eat in one sitting. I want to see you when your happy, or out in public, but I also want to see what you’re like at home, or when you’re sad and I want to be there to comfort you. I want to know how competitive you get when it comes to fighting for what you believe in. I want to know what you think of politics, abortion, climate change, genetically modified foods. Are you a cat or a dog person? What do you like doing in your spare time? I want to find out what your dream job as a child was, and argue about what super power would be best to have. Do you prefer showers or baths? Can you solve a Rubik’s cube? I want to know if you’re a morning person, or if you prefer to sleep in until lunchtime. I want to be able to make your perfect cup of tea or coffee. What would you do with £1,000,000? I want to listen to the songs you listen to when you’re sad and read your favourite book. I want to know the sound of your voice and your laugh, the taste of your lips, the feel of your body against mine, the warmth and comfort of your hugs. I want to know your personality, your mind and the way you think. I want to know and love the real you, more completely than anyone has ever done before

Another stupid Sherlock fic idea I’d love to see used as a prompt:

Sherlock somehow discovers the wealth of fan art (i.e. porn) on Tumblr about him and John. He’s never been in a physical relationship before, but he’s starting to realize he’d quite like to try sex with John. Luckily, Tumblr seems to have no end of illustrated guides for wooing John (or so he believes).

John, of course, is totally broadsided when Sherlock basically greets him one day with “I bought you milk, jam, and new red pants, and made you tea. I believe that’s the appropriate courting ritual. Can we have sex now? I know what you like because I’ve done my research on the internet.”