22. I don’t know why I married you. 23. Have you ever lied to me? 24. If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away. 25. Aren’t you supposed to be the adult? Any of them or a combo - my additional challenge is to use the same prompt(s) for Warstan and Sherlolly?
I did the Warstan. Now here’s the Sherlolly. Incidentally for the rest of you guys waiting on your prompts, I see you. These ones just took forever.
He was walking but not running because running would make him look suspicious to the cranky gunmen watching him. Then Molly Hooper appeared on the horizon like a glimmering beacon of… like a thirtysomething woman who was reliably helpful and had a store of useful medical knowledge, and nothing else.
Sherlock needed reliable helpfulness at the moment, so he dipped his head down to her ear and whispered, “Molly, I apologize, but I need to make a very dramatic scene here and so I’m afraid I will have to-”
The slap made his ears ring. And Sherlock had to admire the intensity with which Molly screeched, “You… filth. I don’t know why I married you. I could deal with the boozing and the gambling but now… the whores? Rot in hell, you bastard. Rot…in… hell.”
She was wasted in pathology if this was a sample of her acting talents. It hadn’t been Sherlock’s plan, but it worked. They were able to walk easily out of the shopping center, her haranguing him all the way, him glum and hangdog and just incidentally carrying a stolen microfilm cartridge whose contents would send three members of Parliament to prison.
Request: Hi! I love your writing, and I saw your requests were open, so… Could I request a Sam x female reader where Sam gets drunk and very clingy and it’s just very fluffy? Maybe morning after confession of feelings and smut? Whatever you’re comfortable with. Also, I just read A Little Too Real, it’s amazing! Can’t wait for the next part :D
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1685
A/N: So I know this took a long time, but I think this turned out good. I really loved this idea and I hope to get some more requests in the future. There’s no smut (I don’t write it) but I hope that this was sort of what you were looking for anon.
It’s was about time that we had a night off. Everything was just a little too stressful and it all added up. So me and boys decided to go out, get drunk, and maybe take someone home…someone who lived outside the bunker… unfortunately.
When we walked into the bar, there were plenty of people who had already gotten a head start on the “get drunk” part and so we found a booth and started our catch-up.
I sat in the middle of the two Winchesters and we waited for a waitress to come over to us.
“So, what can I get started for you?” She asked.
“We’ll start with a round of beers.” Dean said.
“Coming up.” She sauntered away, just like she was trying to get Dean’s attention.
“You know we don’t have to hang out here. I don’t know about you two but I’m exhausted.” I said, hoping to change their minds, or just one.
“Y/N we came out to have some fun, blow off some steam. You’ve got to hang out longer than five minutes.”
*Curtsies* Shakespeare question: Do you think Benedick and Beatrice had some sort of romantic backstory? Thoughts on the couple in general? Favorite B&B adaptation? I've just finished a Shakespeare comedies class and these two stuck with me.
*Curtsies* It’s implied. Lines like “he wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat” (1.1) and especially “Indeed, my lord, he lent it [his heart] me awhile; and I gave / him use for it, a double heart for his single one: / marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, / therefore your grace may well say I have lost it” (2.1) suggest that they have some kind of romantic history which ended unpleasantly. I have to admit I’m just a bit tired of Much Ado (it’s the Hamlet of the comedies; i.e., way overdone) but it’s hard not to love Beatrice and Benedick. They’re all the fun of Kate and Petruchio without the abuse. Not sure what B&B stands for here? But I have to admit I did really enjoy the recent Joss Whedon adaptation.
Meaning of Christmas Day Sixteen 25 Days of Christmas
You groaned making your way outside toward the backyard. It was about two in the morning and the blaring light from your window was driving you insane. There was absolutely no reason for it to be that bright outside. As you opened the sliding door you gasped at what had become of your yard. “Joon Kyung what the hell is this?” You called out to him seeing him on the roof. “And will you get down from there please?
He climbed down the ladder in his Christmas sweats and hat, a proud grin on his face. “You don’t like it jagi?” he gestured toward his work.
He managed to turn your backyard into a winter wonderland. You loved Christmas, absolutely adored it. Every year you did the whole tree and lights routine, but Joon Kyung was an all or nothing type of man. He made sure that there was the biggest Santa money could buy on your roof. The biggest and brightest lights all of your house, even a 25ft Christmas tree outside. “This is insane”
A/n: Based on that silly drabble where Marinette lies and Adrien knows…oh and Felix is his older brother. Please blame @miraculousturtle for this.
Ch 1. Why you lying mmmm oh my god, stop fucking lying.
She doesn’t know how she gets herself into these intricately woven fuck-ups. Really she doesn’t.
It doesn’t make them any less painful, the embarrassment of it all eating away at what little pride she has left. She can feel it chipping slowly, devolving into a faded strange thing that she would do anything to protect.
These situations are not made any better by Alya’s overly excited encouragements. She chides Marinette, whispering cliched things like ‘You need to get out more.’ and ‘Come on, you’re only (insert age at the time here) once.’
It is a testament to Marinette’s poor judgement how often these sayings sway her decisions. Through the years from high school up until now, she’s found her lack of discretion something to be worried about…and yet somehow, it always works out.
So it’s how she finds herself here, in a particularly isolated little copse of the Agreste house, rehearsing last minute excuses and lies. She hides behind a particularly enormous porcelain vase with gilded floral designs, hastily scrolling through a list of abbreviated facts on her cracked phone screen. (Another story for another time.)
Marinette lets the words form just barely on her lips, muttering past the din of a thousand casual conversations all woven through with the sweet sounds of a saxophone and lilting piano. It’s a little odd that Nino would perform at this kind of event, since jazz is hardly his usual MO, still she is anything but ungrateful. Sneaking her in under the guise of a sound technician helping out with his equipment had been his birthday gift to her. A bit belated, but she’s been waiting for an opportunity like this for a lifetime.
The chance to meet her one and only inspiration…her idol…the man who threads a thousand colors and brings designs to fruition with a mere flourish of his elegant hands. A man who single handedly built up his brand…whose humble beginnings, like hers, started with a beat up sewing machine and faded sketchbook.
Alright, I did these last night and posted them individually as quote posts, but I thought I should compile them in one post for ease of reference. These were done by ear, and despite referencing multiple videos, I had to make educated guesses on some parts. They’re under the read more, so enjoy!