i might as well do one for my state

One night // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: you’re in a relationship but you’re in love with Shawn- the only reason you’re not with him is because you’re scared of being hurt. One night things get heated between you and Shawn and feelings are confessed.

Requested: YASSS

Authors note: sooooo this is new


“So how’s Jeff?” his eyes glint mischievously as he turns to look at me, our attention quickly focusing on the other rather then the movie.

“Jeff?” I hum, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You know, your boyfriend?” the way he says it makes shivers crawl up my spine.

“He’s good,” I murmur, turning away from him.

“Just good?” he prods, nudging my side with his elbow making me squirm.

“He’s amazing,” I sigh, looking back a him. “He’s so kind and patient, never rushes me into anything I don’t want to do.” I pause, my eyes locked onto Shawn’s, his face blank of emotions.

“He listens to me, I listen to him. We work well together,” 

“Do you think he might be the one?” Shawn questions just above a whisper.

No words come out my mouth as I stare at him. Was my relationship with Jeff endgame? I had no clue.

“Why would you ask me that?” Instead comes out my mouth.

“Curious,” he whispers and in that moment it felt like the room heated up. It felt like the skin of my thigh that was resting against Shawn’s was on fire.

“I don’t know, its too soon,” I whisper back, unaware that I was moving closer to him.

“You’ve been dating for 7 months,” Shawn states, reciprocating my movement.

“Does that mean I have to know now?” I asks sarcastically and Shawn smirks.

“Its usually a good clue for a relationship,” Shawn looks like he wants to say something else.

“Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t,” I shrug. There was tension in the room, something that was unsaid between our friendship that was bound to come out soon. That time seemed to be now.

“Do you love him?” Shawn’s eyes blaze at the question, passion glowing in them.

“I don’t know,” I breathe the words, my face inches from his. I hadn’t even realize we’d gotten this close. The last time I’d been in a position like this with him was 9 months ago- before Jeff- where Shawn and I had kissed.

Deep in my soul, I knew I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted to feel his heated lips pressed against my own as my hands trailed up his back to tangle in his hair. I shouldn’t want this- crave this, especially when I had Jeff.

“Why did you run away from me last time?” Shawn asks me quietly, immediately I know he’s thinking about the same thing I am.

“I..” I can’t find the words again. “I was scared,” 

He freezes, his nose brushing the tip of mine and my cheeks burn at the contact, his presence did things to my body that never occurred when I was with Jeff. 

“Of me?” his eyes drop to my lips before flicking back up.

“I don’t think I could ever be scared of you Shawn,” the thought making a smile appear on my face at the absurd question.

“Then what?” His tone is soft, weary. This is the most we’ve ever talked about it. After our moment of passion I had fled- not wanting to see Shawn. After that searing kiss I had buried my emotions in fear of being hurt by him. 

“I didn’t want you to break my heart,” I gulp, the truth finally out in the open.

“Y/n, I would never dream of breaking your heart,” Shawn whispers, his hands reaching up to cup my face.

“I know,” For some weird reason I’m crying. Shawn however, simply wipes away the fallen tears.

“The last thing I want is to see you hurt because of me,” he whispers. Jeff doesn’t even cross my mind as my best friend inches closer to me until his lips are about to brush mine.

“I wish that what I knew now, I knew ages ago,” he says and its like time has frozen, its just me and him.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble and he smiles but it looks fake.

“I wish you were mine, I know I’m selfish to want this when you have a boyfriend but you do crazy things to me,” His words pull me in until its like I’m drowning in them.

“There’s nothing wrong-” I don’t even bother finishing my sentence, my breathing rugged as his hands crawl to hold my waist, my skin feeling hot where his thumb lazily rubs the exposed area.

“One night,” he mutters, to himself or me I’m unsure. “I want you for one night, all mine,” 

Then his lips are upon mine and its everything I’ve imagined from last time. He tastes the same, minty with a slight hint of the tea he always seems to be drinking.

My hands are in his hair as he’s pulling me closer, his lips feverishly pressing into mine and I’m shaking from the feeling of his body against mine. 

Not once do I think of my boyfriend as Shawn picks me up, carrying me to his bedroom to place me on the bed. 

I don’t think about how he’s at home right now, trusting me, as my shirt is being discarded on the floor. 

I don’t think about how he’s been perfect in every aspect that a boyfriend could be as my jeans are peeled off my legs and Shawn crawls between them, his skin flush against mine.

All that crosses my mind is how Shawn is here, right now, kissing me, holding me, touching me. Friends don’t do this. Friends don’t feel this way about each other. A girlfriend doesn’t feel this way when she’s in a relationship with someone else.

Shawn’s damp forehead presses against mine as he raises his arms to press my hands against the mattress, entwining our fingers together as I cry out softly at the feeling of Shawn.

“I’m in love with you,” My eyes snap to meet his in the dimly lit room, his eyes filled with adoration and love. Just like Jeff’s.

“I love you,” I can’t help but whimper back at him. He murmurs it again, repeating it over and over as the night slowly fades away and the morning approaches.

When I wake up, he’s not next to me. I sit up, my stomach a mess of emotions. I slept with Shawn. That same sentence on loop inside my head.

Chucking a shirt over my head I make my way to the kitchen where I hear Shawn’s voice.

“Yeah no sorry she’s still here, she fell asleep and it was late,” his tone is impassive and I feel my stomach drop to the floor.

“Yeah I’ll tell her you called, bye,” He puts his phone on the bench, running his hands through his hair and tugging on the ends in a stressful manor.

“Shawn?” I ask softly. He turns around at my voice.

“Hey,” He smiles at me.

“Who was that?” My voice tremors, both of us knowing that I already knew the answer.

“Jeff,” I still take a sharp intake of breath at the name.

“Y/n,” Shawn breaks the silence. “I want you to know that not for one second last night that anything I said was a lie, I meant every word,” he’s searching my face, looking for a sign that I feel the same.

“Shawn,” I whisper, I’m scared I’ve stuffed everything up.

“Y/n please, no, don’t tell me last night was a mistake,” He’s tearing up quickly and it makes my heart clench. “You told me you loved me,” His voice wobbles and it tips me over the edge.

“I’m sorry,” I sob, my hand wiping my watery eyes. “I’m so sorry,”

“No, no,” I’ve never seen Shawn cry until now. “Please don’t tell me you’re going back to him,”

“I never lied last night Shawn,” He tries to smile but fails miserably. “But I cheated Shawn, Jeff never deserved that.”

“I should have stopped it when I could have,” He turns away from me, his shoulders shaking slightly.

“Hey,” I walk over to him, placing a hand on his bare shoulder.

He turns slightly to me and I wipe away one of his tears and he sniffles, smiling, doing the same to me.

“Last night wasn’t a mistake for me, it was a mistake in a sense that we shouldn’t have done that when I was in a relationship but our feelings couldn’t stay hidden forever,” he pulls me into his chest as I comfort him with my words.

“I’m sorry about how it happened,” He mutters into my hair.

“I’m going to go home and talk to Jeff about everything, I just hope I haven’t ruined his trust in relationships,” I trail off, the guilt simmering in my stomach.

“We all make mistakes,” Shawn leans back to look at me, holding my face in hands. “You’re human and it happens, we can’t take it back,” A silence fills the room.

“I’m going to come back here tomorrow, we’re going to talk about us,” I tell him softly.

“There’s an us?” Shawn asks, shock written across his features.

“I love you, remember?”

The Escape Plan - Part 1

And here’s my awaited Zircon x Zircon fanfiction! I’m planning to do two parts of this. This first part has more of a story though and develops the relationship between the two Zircons. Part 2 will just be smut along with some fluff. That’s really it. There might be other stuff but I’ll see where it takes me. Anyway! Enjoy! If there are any canonical mistakes or seems a bit OOC for some characters I apologize and please don’t get mad at me! I did my best!
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Poised | 10k Oneshot

Character | 10k

Warnings | Other than some cursing, nothing and I really hope you like it and that it’s not too bad <3

Word Count | 1138

Request | @katykarnivore Hey! I was hoping to make a request? Maybe something about 10k and the reader, where the reader actually saves 10k from a Z and that’s how they meet and 10k is very impressed with how badass the reader is and by the end they’re together or kiss. You can add to or take away. Thank you! 😊

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Supergirl 2x15: good job everyone

Episodes 2x13 and 2x14 made me lose any hope I had for this tv show to improve regarding this season. But I’ve just seen last night episode (2x15) and all I can say it’s: wow. 

Things to love about this episode:

1) There are more Sanvers moments in this episode than in the whole season. We see a broken Alex because of what is happening with her dad and Cadmus, and Maggie supports her when no one else does. Also, they make a really good team fighting the enemy:

2) Alex is sassier than ever and beats Cadmus guys up during the whole episode. Moreover, we finally see a Mon-El who doesn’t behave like the dumbass he’s been all season. Here he supports Kara and tells her she’s the most moral person he knows, and tries to help her with her work as a journalist (they could’ve made Karamel to be a healthy relationship all this time; and even if I’m a Supercorp shipper, if they make him be a good guy, it’s fine by me. Not as great as Lena and Kara would be, but…).

3) Is that a bird? Is that a plane? No, it’s James! Finally. It’s almost like he isn’t important this season. Come on, this moment when James and Winn are fanboying over Winn’s girlfriend it’s so nice and funny. These two should have more screen time together.

4) And we get some serious Supercorp stuff!! Lena also helps Kara with publishing an article by suggesting her to do it on social media (and we get all these special stares and smiles between these two we love so much). Moreover, we have an epic moment in which Supergirl rescues Lena from a serious fall (we all almost died during that scene, you gotta admit it).

(Kara and Lena casually rehearsing their wedding)

If I had to use one word to describe this episode it’d be: INTENSE. And wonderful.

I’d like the rest of this tv show to get better, like they’ve done with this episode. I always say what I think, and I’ve criticized the wrong things writers did in the past. Therefore, I might as well state when I think they’re doing a good job.

Just one thing: the only thing I didn’t like was Kara saying all she needed was being Supergirl and having a boyfriend. She loves her job as a reporter, that’s nonsense. She could be a reporter working for another magazine.

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Surrender - Epilogue Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

So, we’ve reached the end of Surrender. Now I know what you’re thinking - I set up a lot of heavy stuff with the White Fang and now it’s just over? Well, Surrender was only ever going to be about their fight with this monster on the island. That was the premise of the story, well that and bringing the Bees together.

However, the intention now is to take this sort of established team dynamic and do more with it. Instead of restarting the world and writing about White Rose or Bumbleby falling in love again, I want to simply build off of this and go on other adventures with them.

Meaning there will be more fics coming, set in this same universe (which is just canon but with my sort of future touches) and hopefully you’ll all be interested in that. It might be a while before the next one comes out because I’m in the process of moving to another state (ugh) but I’m definitely wanting to write more fics like this.

I want to thank @blakedeservesbetter for all of the wonderful help she’s given me throughout this story in helping keep things clean and flowing well and just…so many things. She has been a gift to my writing and taken away so much stress. I can’t thank her enough.

Also you, all of you who read and like and comment. Thank you so much. Genuinely - I don’t know if I could do as much as I do without all the support.

Love at first Vidcon | Dan Howell

Hello! This is a short fanfic about Dan Howell based on three requests that I got. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

2017 really was going to be your year of firsts. First youtube channel, first videos, first subscribers, and now, first vidcon. You were incredibly excited, more than you could physically process at the moment. It had been a long flight to LAX as you lived on the other side of the world but when you’d arrived and found your youtube friends waiting for you in the arrivals hall you realized it was so worth it. You weren’t a featured creator yet but one of your friends was, a beauty/lifestyle guru who you’d met only a few months back when she commented on one of your videos. You’d hit it off immediately and if anything, Vidcon was a chance for you to hang out with your friends. Sure, you wanted to meet some people you looked up to, but that was not your main goal. After settling in your hotel room you and your friend Melanie got ready to go to one of the opening parties. Melanie had been invited and you were her plus 1, giving you an opportunity to catch a glimpse of the lives of famous youtubers. You’d like to earn a living from youtube one day like they did, even though it wasn’t the easiest career path and not everyone in your family agreed. But you were certain it was going to work out in the end, and tonight you were going to network and try to meet as many people as you could. You never know what could happen in one night. You let your thoughts settle as you looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your red cocktail dress that you’d bought especially for tonight. “Y/N! Let’s go!” Melanie yelled and she grabbed your hand, laughing as she pulled you along out of the hotel room.

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Mere Speculation

Part One

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Reader is new to Riverdale and peaks Jughead’s curiousity

Warnings: Mentions of death

A/N: This is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted so please go easy on me

Jughead sat in his usual booth in Pop’s, his laptop open in front of him, casting a blue light over his features. He was distracted, however, by the strange girl working behind the counter. She spent much of her time in the kitchen. He caught a few glimpses of her flipping burgers, shaking the oil from baskets of fries, and she would occasionally venture out to work the register while Mrs Lodge waited on tables. Her apron was spattered with grease, her hair pulled up into a ponytail with wisps too short to be tied back hanging out by her neck.

Jughead was intrigued. It wasn’t often a stranger would appear in Riverdale. First Veronica Lodge, now this; and all of it just months after the mysterious death of Jason Blossom. It might all be mere speculation, but speculation was one of Jughead’s favourite pastimes.

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Doubt

Summary: You start to doubt whether your father loves you or not.

Pairings: Elrond x Daughter!Reader

Words: 1001

Warnings: Very OoC!Elrond. I feel like he cares more about his children more than he does himself. 

Requested by: anon

A/n:This is part 1. Part 2 will be up eventually. Also I was going to make this set in the time of Lord of the Rings, but I wanted it to be in The Hobbit

Part 2 Master List


You shuffle a bit as you watch your father walks out of the room with an arm around Arwen’s shoulder and a smile on his face as he looks at her lovingly. You can’t help, but feel jealous.

He had never given you that much affection. His face was always so straight faced when he spoke to you and he had never hugged you and it especially hurt when he pulled the wizard into a hug yesterday. He always gave your little siblings a lot of attention, but not you and you took that to heart. You couldn’t hate your siblings for it though.

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TMNT Bodyguard!AU

Leonardo/Part Four.

They had caught him of course.
The man, Aaron Ross, would be charged and locked away where he could never terrorize beautiful girls again.
But it was a bittersweet ending.
Leonardo sat in his father’s office, his brothers by his side. And he knew that Y/N was downstairs with her family too.
He wanted to run to her.
He wanted to kiss her and hold her and tell her that-
“Leonardo.”
He looked up.
“Yes, father?”
The rat looked at him thoughtfully, his eyes twinkling with wisdom.
“You have done well, my son, as I thought you would. Your men have told me many things and I feel confident in my choice to retire.”
Leo smiled but said nothing.
“I know all of my son’s will take care of one another, as well as the company. And…I am sorry.”
The brothers all shared a look of surprise.
“You should not be so ready, so eager to lead at such a young age. I was hard on you when you were young. I wanted to take care of you, to make sure that you would not be hurt as I had been. But I made mistakes. I did not always think of your happiness, even though…it means the world to me.”
To say that the turtles were in a state of shock was an understatement. Each brother has a million thoughts rushing through his head as the rat had one finally thing to say.
“Leonardo, your men have told me many other things as well. And I can only tell you that you have my blessing to do what you want. But you might want to hurry, my son. She’s in the elevator.”
He was already running.
Leo knew that he could beat the elevator to the ground floor, it had been a game to him as a child. He was running and leaping and he made it. Just in time.
He was panting as the elevator doors slid open with a little ding. Y/N was surprised to see him and she stepped out of the elevator first.
“Leo, what-”
He didn’t let her finish.
In front of her family, the staff, and at least thirty ninjas, Leonardo kissed Y/N once more…and it was certainly not the last time.

(I loved writing this! Each of the turtles will be getting his own bodyguard series so don’t worry, they’ll be on the way.)

Nightmares

When Bitty mentioned, “I had that nightmare again about getting tackled during Pee Wee football” I had to write a fic in which he tells Jack about them for the first time. Lots of angst, and then fluff. Warning for mentions of violence and low-key homophobia. 

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“And…what about the dream, Bits?”

Bitty startles and blinks, “Oh… I’m so sorry… I must’ve blanked out…for a second there… I….” He wipes his eyes.

“Shh, shh,” Jack’s voice is low and warm in his ear, “It’s okay. Take all the time you need, Bud. I only have press tomorrow, remember?”

Bitty sputters, “But-”

“Tater isn’t going wake up even if there’s an earthquake. I promise.” Just to confirm Jack looks across the dark room. Sure enough, the large lump that is Tater is rumbling away in the other bed.

“It’s still 2:43 in the morning for you, Jack.”

“I don’t care.”

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Well Isn’t This Different

Summary: You decide to do something different, and boy is Alfie surprised.

Characters: Reader, Alfie Solomons, Ollie

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 1141

AN: Smut ahead! I repeat SMUT ahead! 

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of ribbons & rosin ( cs au )

Plot: Killian is a single father, and his daughter is enrolled in Emma’s dance class. He has nobody to watch his daughter after class, and he’s often late, so Emma usually sits and talks to the girl until she is collected from the dance school.

Summary: Based on this prompt I found in the depths of tumblr; “I’m a single parent and my child takes your dance class and thanks so much for always staying after class to watch him/her when my boss is an ass and keeps me past my off hours and holy cow you’re pretty/handsome and really sweet/kind and wow I should be late more often so we can talk. Say how do you feel about private lessons? For my kid- yea, yea, for my kid

Chapter 2, Captain Swan AU, Rating M.

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It was that time of the week again. The time that Emma would be left long after her dance class had ended, mindfully watching over little Daisy Jones as she awaited her father to collect her from the dance studio. It had become a regular occurence, though now Emma knew the reasoning and, not to mention, what Daisy’s father looked like, she was a little more forgiving of the situation. Today, however, Daisy had decided to forego playing on her iPad, and really grill (she put it down to researching her for her father’s interest) her teacher about her personal life. Besides, it was a child’s place to ask questions, wasn’t it?

“Do you have any homework I can help you with, Daisy?” Emma questioned, slightly exasperated by the previous quick-fire round Daisy had pummelled her with, without any warning.

“I do, but that’s something me and my dad do together, after dinner.” The girl answered, too quickly. She wasted no time, and swiftly began the second inquisition on her teacher, “So, why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

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simplyshelbs16xoxo  asked:

THE FIRST PROMPT FOR SHERLOLLY PLEASE MY GOD IT'S PERFECT

I KNOW RIGHT!!! A lot of them work really well for Sherlolly but that one especially :) Sorry for the delay! My husband has family in town from out of state so we had to be social for a change, lol.

“Who wouldn’t be angry you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!”

I’m thinking this works best sometime early on during The Empty Hearse. Post letting Molly know he’s back but pre crime solving outing (It’s been a while since I’ve watched that episode…might need to do that soon…) Anywho! On with the story…


Molly groaned as she fished her keys out of her purse, her muscles aching from her double shift at the hospital. It had been a long day and she could not wait to get inside to treat herself to a warm bubble bath and a night of peace and quiet all to herself.

She clicked open her door, kicking her shoes off in her entry way, practically tossing her bag down on the table in exhaustion. To her surprise, Toby wasn’t winding around her feet in his usual greeting. Must be napping somewhere, the lazy little fluffball…

Molly strolled to the kitchen, eager to make herself a cuppa. She pulled the elastic from her hair, tousling her locks loose from their confinement with a contented sigh. She reached to unclasp her bra, which had been digging into her all day…

“Hello,” a familiar baritone greeted, making her jump.

She turned to see Sherlock sitting on her couch, bowl of cereal in hand, Toby sprawled out asleep next to him. Just like old times…

“Sherlock…don’t scare me like that,” she scolded, silently glad he had spoken up when he did. So much for her night to herself…

He gave her an apologetic smile. 

“What are you even doing here?” she asked, continuing on into her kitchen for that now desperately needed cup of tea.

“Problem?” he asked through bites of cereal. 

Yes. “No. Just a bit surprised you’re not at Baker Street. Thought you’d be there getting settled since you’ve been…away for so long.”

Sherlock shrugged. “Mrs. Hudson’s still a bit upset with me. Needed somewhere a little more quiet.”

“Giving you that much trouble, is she?” Molly smiled to herself as she opened her cupboard. Good for her. 

“Oh she’ll get over it,” Sherlock replied dismissively. “Do you have any ginger nuts? Mrs. Hudson only had boring things to eat at her flat. Bran…has everyone really gotten so dull while I was away?”

“Bran is good for you,” Molly chided, opening the fridge. There was only a splash of milk left in what had been a full jug that morning. So much for that…maybe there was some green tea in the cupboard… “You know a lot has happened since you’ve been gone. People got on with their lives.”

“Pssh, what lives? I’ve been away,” he joked. “Would you mind fixing me a cuppa while you’re in there?”

“Yeah, fine…” Molly replied, trying to ignore the headache that was forming at the base of her skull as she rummaged through her cupboard.

She paused a moment, noticing that the shelf that had been stocked with cereal before she left for work was now completely empty. “Really, Sherlock? If you’re going to eat me out of house and home, I’m footing you the grocery bill.”

“You’re angry…” Sherlock observed, sounding confused.

“No I’m just…You know what? Yes. I am angry! Who wouldn’t be angry? You ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years! Do you know how worried I was when I stopped getting your postcards? I understood when Mycroft stopped giving me updates but you…” Molly huffed, smacking the cupboard shut. 

She turned around to see him standing beside her. She’d forgotten how fast he could be sometimes… He looked down at her softly, pressing his lips together as he thought about what to say. He looked confused and a little bit hurt by her words, though Molly didn’t want to admit that to herself. He pulled his wallet from his pocket, offering her a few quid. 

“I didn’t realize it would be an issue,” he said quietly.

Molly sighed as she felt her anger drain out of her. 

“It isn’t,” she replied, pushing his hand and the offered money gently aside. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’ve just had a very long day and I…I guess I just wasn’t expecting you to be here. Not so soon at least. Of course you can help yourself to anything. Any time. I said before anything you needed and I meant it. Honestly, I’m just happy to see you eating something! You always starve yourself on a case and that can’t be good for…” her words trailed off as Sherlock wrapped his arms around her in a tentative hug. She let out a breath and hugged him back reassuringly, letting her head rest against his shoulder.

“I missed you too,” he replied hesitantly.

“That’s nice to know. Disappearing like that, making everyone believe that you were dead…It was more than a bit not good,” she rebuked though she couldn’t help but smile, allowing herself to enjoy the comfort of having him close enough to her that she knew he was really there. God he smelled good…

“I was only gone for two years…” he mumbled.

Molly rolled her eyes at him, but hugged him a little tighter. “Felt a lot longer…”

Sherlock bit back a groan of pain as she wrapped her arms tighter about his rib cage. She released him immediately.

“Sorry…forgot,” she apologized, stepping back slightly. Mycroft had briefed her on the injuries Sherlock had sustained while he was undercover. Broken ribs, several fractures throughout his body, not to mention the bloody nose John had given him when he announced his return. Mycroft had tasked her with tracking Sherlock’s recovery and while she knew it she was the logical choice to look after him, she couldn’t help but feel a little touched that the elder Holmes had thought of her.

“It’s fine,” Sherlock laughed with a wince. “Are we…okay?”

Molly nodded “Yeah…yeah we’re okay, Sherlock. It’s just been a long time, you know? I guess it’s not as easy as I thought it would be…going right back to how things were before you left…”

“You were looking forward to a night alone,” Sherlock observed.

“It’s no big deal. Like I said, just a long day,” Molly replied, absently rubbing the back of her neck.

Sherlock smiled and held out his hand to her. “Come relax with me. I think there’s still a bowls worth of cereal in the box by the couch if you want some.”

“I’m good for right now, thanks. I just need to unwind for a bit,” she laughed.

Molly took his hand and let him lead her back to the couch. She noticed as she did that her ring finger was bare. Must have left it at work…again… She really needed to stop doing that. But deep down, she felt glad that she didn’t have her engagement ring on. He most likely already knew—not that it really mattered to him anyway—but she didn’t want to discuss her engagement with him right now. He always ended up saying such horrible things when he got caught up in his deductions and she honestly wasn’t in the mood to deal with that sort of thing. She’d tell him soon, of course. He was her friend. She should tell him…just not right now…

They spent the night trying to catch cereal pieces in their mouths until the box was empty; talking about what they’re friends had been up to, laughing at how ridiculous John’s new mustache was. He showed her pictures on his mobile of all the places he’d been, telling her of all the wild scenarios he’d found himself in while tracking down Moriarty’s remaining operatives. They laughed and talked about everything…and nothing. Eventually, they both fell asleep on the couch watching a marathon of old horror movies on the telly. To Molly’s surprise, he was there when she woke up the next morning, still sound asleep, all tangled up with her and Toby on the couch. He usually wasn’t, the times that he’d spent at her flat before…

It was a knock on her door that woke her. One of Mycroft’s agents stopping by to drop off a bag of groceries.

                           KYLO X READER || Soul Mate 2


“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”

A/N: Let me just say how fucking amazed I am that so many of you enjoyed/loved part one of soul mate! I honestly did not expect that many of you to, let alone, want another part/mini series! Thank you so much for the support (?) and I truly hope you enjoy this part. I thought to make things a bit slow here since I may just make this into a mini series kind of fic! Let me know what you think! BTW, the temperature is considered to be in fahrenheit (sorry if you use celsius!) [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.4K+

Warning: Cursing…that’s about it? Kylo nearly punches a whole in a table, but I think we’re good.

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“You are mine.” His last words plagued your thoughts, echoing throughout your mind and sending shivers down your spine. “You are mine.” The force he had put on the word ‘mine’ terrified you, as if you had been some sort of…object? As if you were something that he could keep on display in his room for the galaxy–or just him–to see. “Mine.” You gulped at the way the word rolled off of his tongue, the amount of possession being enforced. Those three words haunted you, your heart now in your throat as the amount of pressure from its pounding vibrated through your ears. I am no ones, but my own.

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PURPLE

Chapter 7- Responsibilities

Jon pushed the case onto his mother’s bed. It was weird how heavy her case was.

He opened the case up to find a shit ton of bottles.

“For fuck sakes.” He mumbled, getting them out and popping them onto the floor. He took her clothing out and dumped them into her nearly full washing basket making a mental note to go to the laundry place down the road. At the bottom of the suitcase was a load of cleaning products which he also took out and a handful of cash which he placed onto her nightstand.

His mum was a cleaner, hence her taking his door a few years back. The houses she cleaned being tidier than the one she lived in.
Jon had questioned her career though after clearing many of her suitcases after she had left them unpacked to find unanswerable things such as stacks of money and skimpy clothing.

She did what she had to to get by.

Jon came down with the 5 bottles in his hands and under his arms, his mother glaring at him awkwardly.

“I’m just putting this in the fridge ma. You don’t have to be all wishy washy with me.” Jon stated, keeping eye contact. She smiled weakly back at him before getting up.

“I’ll leave you guys in peace. Tell me if you need anything Evan.”

He nodded slightly, watching Jon who was watching his mum climb slowly up the stairs, sighing when she was out of sight.

“She’s changed.”

Jon hummed in agreement, turning to face Evan who was leaning on the counter. His muscular arms were wrapped around his chest as he watch Jon’s eyes. It wasn’t a weird awkward silence Evan tended to cause with others, no, Jon was different.

“I just don’t want to turn out like her, wallowed in self-pity all the damn time with a shit job and a shit house.”

“And you won’t Jo.”

“You don’t know that.” Jon sighed, now coming to cross his arms too. “I’m already failing school. If I don’t start doing something soon I’ll be kicked out.”

“Kicked out? But you work, you’re giving something. It’s not like you’re one of these ungrateful kids that launder money of their parents without a care, who don’t earn what they have.”

Jon huffed, the cogs working in his brain. His voice coming out in a harsh whisper “My ma hates me here.”

“What, why?”

“Because I get angry with her. I don’t feel empathy for her like I use too. I can’t feel empathy for her. I’ve done everything for her. I do all the chores and I even pay the bills when she blows her money on shit she wants and she still doesn’t do anything, she still wants me out the house now I’m 18 so she can sell it and live on people’s couches and fuck them for money. Without me here she can do what she pleases without worrying about her children getting in the way. That’s why my sister moved out. Because mom doesn’t want anything to do with us anymore.”

Evan huffed in annoyance.

“It’s not your responsibility to deal with this shit Jo, I know now we’re older we have so much to think about, but I don’t think worrying about your financial support and mother’s health should be one yet, that’s not fair on you.”

“Life’s unfair.” Jon stated factually, shrugging. “It’s better than being homeless, well, I might be if I don’t pass this year, which I didn’t.”

“Jo. You don’t know that. You’re clever.”

“Not that you know this, but I failed every single test I revised at least 3 hour each for this year. When I took the final year exam I only answered 9 of the 30 questions. Don’t you see Ev? I’m not just saying it like everyone else does. I’m not saying it like a ‘D’ or even an ‘E’ is a fail. I’m saying it as like, not even passing. At all. You know that when you were here I only just scraped past the last few years and since you’ve gone and things of got harder, home and school wise, I can’t even get an ‘F’. So yeah, I’m probably going to end up in prostitution or something.”

Evan cringed, he slid along the counter to stand closer to Jon. Jon frowned at him slightly, but smiled. It was that fake smile that Evan hated. The one he’d do if he was thinking in self-doubt, the smile he’d hide behind whilst his head exploded to insure nobody knew his true emotions, nobody knew him.

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen, right? If your mom kicks you out or you go into some dodgy job just to get some extra cash then you realise I’m going to help out, yeah? I’ll let you share my bedroom or give you money or something. Just promise me you won’t push me away and not tell me.”

Jon bit down hard on his lip, meeting the honey eyes of his best friend. There was no way he was going to drag Evan into his problems. They were his. Evan didn’t need extra responsibility just because he had chosen the wrong friend to be close with.

“Ev I can’t-can’t promise anything.”

“Why? Jo, you’re my best friend. I want to help you if you’re in trouble.”

“Well, say if I don’t want help though?”

Evan frown.

“I don’t care if you want it. I’m going to help you for my selfish need of making sure my best friend is going to be okay.”

Jon looked towards the floor, his hands wrapped around one another. He knew there was no way of arguing back. When Evan was set on something, he was going to do it no matter what.

“You can be a stubborn bitch sometimes.” Evan mumbled, playing with a penny left on the counter. “But so can I.”

Jon snorted, watching Evan spin the coin.

“I know, thanks.”

A grin fell onto Evan’s face, meeting Jon’s ocean blue eyes.

“I know.”

They both carried a big bag each down to the launderettes in town. Evan had never been to one before and wondered how Jon even managed to carry of all these clothes by himself.

“Could you separate them for me?” Jon asked. Evan looked at him in confusion.

“The colours you tit. The blacks from the whites and shit.”

“Oh right.” Evan mumbled, it was weird doing such a domestic thing without some parent nearby. He was still living with his able parents so he had no idea how any of this worked. It wasn’t that he was lazy- okay he was a little lazy- but his parents just never asked him or taught him.

Jon chuckled to himself. It was hilarious watching Evan try to figure out the colours. He was putting them into rainbow formation, and it was adorable.

“You do realise you can keep the coloured ones together.”

“But you told me to separate them! You can’t tell me to do one thing and it not be that.”

Jon laughed harder.

“You’re such a pampered bitch. Wait till you go to uni, you’ll have to learn all this shit.”

Evan rolled his eyes.

“I might have to take you with me then.”

Jon paused for a second. He wished Evan wasn’t joking. He would love to come with him across the country and live with him. But, he still had to finish school. He knew without school he’d turn like his mum, and he really didn’t want to get stuck there. He wanted to be just as successful as the rest of his mates, even if it meant it would take him 2 years longer.

“Wanna go grab something to eat?”

I was about 6pm, but they were both hungry anyway after not eating much of whatever Ryan had cooked, God’s knows what it really was.

Evan nodded as they both walked down towards the McDonald’s near the main street.

They brushed lightly against each other as they talked about, just, stuff. It wasn’t anything special. It was normally the ideas that Jon was having and Evan trying to make sense of whatever idea that was, and skits, they loved making skits together from the ideas they’d make up. Yeah, it may have seemed childish to talk about shit like how it would be funny if terminator got hit by a car and died crossing a road somehow. But that’s why they were best friends, because they loved talking about nothing but random ideas and skits. It helped them take their minds off of all the responsibilities they had.

Jon watched Evan eat slowly across from him. He still couldn’t get his head around the fact he was here, in front of him, eating the shit out of a double cheeseburger.

“This is so damn weird Evan.” Jon muttered, smiling slightly. The habit had started to come back again.

“What is?” Evan questioned, trying to catch a falling drip of sauce from his lips and failing.

“You being here, looking like an idiot I swear it.”

“You know like, what-ever” Evan said, clearly pouting as he put on the childish accent.

Jon laughed, pointing to his own chin to signal the spill Evan had left.

He quickly wiped at it, causing Jon to roll his eyes.

“Let me get it you damn man.” Jon got a tissue from the bag and leaned over the table, dabbing the spot from his chin. “I told you you were a pampered bitch.”

“No.” Evan replied, grinning. “Why would you think that?”

Jon snorted in reply, now biting into his burger. He wanted Evan to never leave him again.

They went back to the launderettes to grab the clothing and lunged it between them back up the hill and into Jon house.
They came back to a quiet house as Jon’s mum has disappeared back to where ever she spent her paycheck. They dumped the laundry into each room, ready to be put away.

Evan was about to start unloading it when Jon touched his arm lightly.

“Let’s do it later Ev. We deserve a damn rest.” He laughed, bringing Evan to sit on his bed with him.

“What do you wanna do to chill off? It’s only like 8 and I’m tired as shit.”

“Hm,” Evan sat in thought, his eyes scanning the tanned face before him. “Do you still play the guitar?”

“Yeah man, do you?”

“Of course. Where is it?”

Jon looked around his room, trying to find any hints of where he had placed it last.

“I think I left it near my push bike, let me get it a second.”

Jon ran down the stairs, going into the garage where he stored his bike. He couldn’t afford a car and even if he could there wasn’t any point, he lived close to everything he needed and Luke was always up for giving him a lift places to show off his car.

He found the old thing tucked behind a box to keep it safe.

“Oh dude it looks older than I remember it.” Evan stated as he handed it to him.

“It’s cuz I use it so much, it’s missing a damn sting too… I’ve rocked this old boy into its grave. I’m too poor to get a new one. But I’m saving.” He laughed, coming to sit next to Evan who plucked the strings.

They were all still in tune as Jon had kept it so, but the missing sting was annoying Evan.

“Just pretend it’s there.” Jon mumbled when he saw Evan frown in annoyance.

“My imagination doesn’t stem as far as yours Jo, I like hearing it.”

Jon rolled his eyes, taking the guitar from Evan. He began to play an unfamiliar tune as he made it up on the spot, missing out the C string he no longer had.

Evan giggled as he watched him play, it was so bad it had Evan almost in tears by the end.

“I know children with better rhythm than you.”

Jon pouted, glaring.

“Shut your rolls, tried my hardest, ya know, and it was damn beautiful!”

Evan bashed into him, laughing as he got jabbed by the neck of the guitar.

“Well this is no use, I wanted to teach you a song but I can’t now.”

Jon huffed, putting his guitar down. It used to be Evan’s before he bought a new one around 6 years ago and Jon never had the heart to get rid of it completely.

Evan pulled out his phone from his back pocket.

“You know that deep meaningful conversation we had earlier.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean it, you know.”

Jon frowned at him, wondering why he had brought up such a conversation now. He scanned his face, not getting a lot of information before Evan turned to him.

“Black or beige?”

“Excuse me?”

“Black or beige Jonathan. Just pick one.”

“Why?”

“Pick.”

“Black. Why?”

Evan shut his phone off, his grin a cheeky one.

“Someone likes the big D.”

“What do you me… EVAN THAT’S DAMN GROSS.”

Evan started to laugh hard, watching Jon chuckle, his cheeks flushed pink.

Jon looked so happy, and Evan found himself wanting to do anything to keep that smile planted on his face for the rest of time.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10691808/chapters/23916486

fan-of-encouragement  asked:

God I need help b/c you know Levi probably didn't hear many nice words after his Mom died and he has trouble sleeping until Eren starts saying sweet things to him and soothes him to sleep and alskabkdk I HAVE SLAIN MYSELF WITH FEELS.

oOFOGOOFOG DDUDUDUUDE, u shouldnt have sent me this bc now i am crying as well ;______; i swear i didnt mean for this to happen but it did so yeah, have a drabble

It’s just past midnight, and as usual, Levi cannot sleep.

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i wish i was || luke hemmings

You carefully slipped out of bed and Luke’s grasp; he was clinging so tightly he might leave bruises, and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some tea.

You watched the rain hit the window pane and heard the soft sounds of Luke’s feet coming down your hallway.

“You’re up early.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head and making his own cup of tea.

“I have things I need to do today.” you mention.

“Thought we were staying in?” he took the seat next to you, but turned to face you.

“I know i said that, but you know that just because you’re home, doesn’t mean I can drop everything and just spend a day in bed with you…” you state, matter of factly.

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anonymous asked:

“I am not a prize to be won.” - Whamilton (just because it reminded me of a matter of personal preference)

Alex wasn’t sure how he ended up there, but in front of him were three men - wealthy, handsome, successful men - waiting for his final word.

The jewels were heavy around his neck, his clothing was tailored close enough to restrict his breath. Alex ran his tongue along the backs of his teeth. “Before I make my decision, I have a final question.”

The three men nodded their heads and fell to their knees. “Of course, whatever you need.”

Alex looked between all three of their faces, taking in the strong cheekbones and the curl of the lips of the different men. “Why do you want to marry me?”

Jefferson’s eyes widened, but Washington and Burr remained stoic. Alex smirked. “What do you know about me? Why are you here? Why do you want to marry me?”

Burr spoke first, to his surprise. “Philip Schuyler was most kind to invite us here, along with several other men from across the colonies. He has deemed us to be worthy. You are exquisite, Alexander, and you are said to be as brilliant as you are beautiful. It’d be an honor to call you my husband.”

He nodded, and folded his hands together. “I am not a prize to be won. What do you know about me?”

Burr froze for a moment before nodding and saying, “you are gifted with the written and spoken word, passionate, beautiful. You are everything a man could hope for in a spouse. I’d be blessed to call you my own.”

There was a part of him that wished to be swayed by Burr’s words - flattering, and not false. Burr wanted a wife, and Alexander was a convenient option.

“Jefferson, what is your answer?”

Jefferson grinned. “I know you’ve made a hobby of venturing into politics, writing up pamphlet after pamphlet and essay after essay. I wouldn’t doubt that you’re responsible for most of the ideas and rumors circulating among the government.”

“You’re not wrong.” Alex nodded. “What would you do about that, if you were to be chosen as my husband?”

Jefferson blinked, “I imagine I’d have you work with me on my own projects and assist me in achieving my goals. You’d accompany me to events, and we’d present a united front. I’d involve you in my role as Secretary of State more than one might expect as a wife.”

“Very well.” Alex turned to Washington. “And you?”

All eyes turned to Washington, who said, “I am fortunate enough to consider Philip a close friend, and to have known you during the war. You would not be well-suited to a wifely role. Despite the circumstances, you are still a man. I remember the work you’ve done for me, and I’ve read your written works since.”

“Yes.” Alex raised a brow. “And what would you have me do if you were chosen as my husband?”

“I would imagine a relationship similar to the one we’ve had before, and, should you wish it, I’d like to appoint you to Treasury Secretary.”

Alexander let the grin spread across his face. “Very well.”

He stood up, straightened his coat, and walked in front of the men. “All three of you were well chosen, but I have made my decision.” He looked down at Washington. “Your Excellency, I’d be honored to call you my husband.”

600 follower celebration

So, I’ve somehow managed to gather 600 followers.  I am shocked, and incredibly grateful.

Since I’m planning to update most of my fics, for a celebration, I offer you some 3.7K of the story I started writing ages ago for the Tomarry big bang before getting discouraged and starting on Pledged in Blood instead.  I could be persuaded to keep writing it, if people are interested.

The basic premise - Tom used his immortality and fondness for dark magic and the high he got out of dealing with the Riddles and decided to become a magical assassin.  He hurt himself on a job and broke into the nearest house for first aid, and then keeps finding excuses to come back.


Tom staggered against a nearby wall as the world rematerialized around him, the unbearable pressure fading to be replaced by an agonizing pain.  Not an injury exacerbated by his hasty apparition, but something new.  Tom pressed the hand not holding his wand to his side, fingers exploring the area where the pain was worst.  The fabric was practically soaked with blood.

Tom swore.  This was the last thing he needed.  A carefully cast severing charm had the fabric splitting, and Tom widened the tear carefully, examining the area beneath.  What he saw was far from encouraging.  There was a chunk of flesh missing from his flank, carved out neatly.

Spliched.  He’d managed to splich himself.

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writerproblem193  asked:

Ive looked up ADHD a lot and it seems to fit, but for the most part I've been able to keep a lid on it and I'm worried that my Extreme Coping might preclude me from a diagnosis if I was to search one out. As well, I suspect I have anxiety and I'm worried they might go for one over the other. Is there any way / do they consider your own views on diagnoses if you have concerns like that? Are there ways to address it?

Have you seen our self-diagnosis post? That could be helpful for you here.

When you do the questionnaire part about symptoms, the questions are about your internal state more than about how you deal.

You can discuss your concerns with your clinician when you go for the assessment. They should be able to reassure you and take this into account during the assessment.

Followers, do you have any other advice?

-J