i miss mary oh my god

OTP Meeting on a Train:

1. “Can we switch seats? If I sit backwards, I’ll get sick.”

2. “Miss, take my seat. You don’t have to stand.”

3. “Oh my god, I slept through my stop.”

4. “He’s punching tickets? I snuck on without a ticket.”

5. “Is that noise normal?”

6. “Excuse me, can I make a call on your phone? I lost mine at the station.”

7. “Hey, sorry, you dropped your glove. It’s cold, you don’t want to be losing it.”

8. “Umm…I don’t know how to say this…but I caught you staring and I was wondering if you wanted to grab a coffee?”

9. “Marie? Oh sorry, I thought you were my sister.”

10. “Hey, man! Don’t push women like that!”

11. “Sir, we’ll have you step off for security reasons.”

13. “You have a bloody nose? I have tissues in my purse.”

14. *it’s crowded and Person A falls into Person B’s lap*

15. *problem with the tracks and they’re stuck together until it’s fixed.*

16. *both late for work, try fitting through the door at the same time. Laugh, blow off work, get lunch*

The Right Way

When John opens his eyes, everything is white and silent.

His first feeling is shock.
Shock over this surreal environment. The sand, the heat, the tanks and the death have disappeared. No screams and no helicopter sounds can be heard. Instead, quiet, friendly voices around him. Birds singing somewhere. Well, outside. Outside where the sun shines. Where there is a daily life. Around him is the smell of disinfectants and mild detergent.

John blinks at the bright light in the room. He realizes he’s in a bed. No narrow, hard cot. It is a large, soft bed. A thick pillow under his head. A blanket pulled up to his chin. It’s warm.

He also notes that he can hardly move. It’s like a heavy weight is pushing him down.
John grunts, and wiggles tentatively with his toes under the blanket. This works very well. But as he tries to lift his head, an unpleasant, throbbing pain passes through his shoulder. At the same time, it occurres to him that he has been shot.
Shot. In Afghanistan.

John lets his head sink back into the pillow and breathes in the cool air in the room.
I was shot …
Pictures before his eyes make him swallow.
Running soldiers, screams, shots, an explosion. A hand on his arm, a whisper, a groan as eyes close forever …
And then the sharp pain as the bullet pierces him. Pain, so much pain, he falls into the sand and he can hear his name. Someones shouting his name …
A moment later it’s all gone.

John knows he’s been taken to a hospital. For the initial treatment. And then. Home.

Home, meaning this hospital.

He sighs, and licks his dry lips. Thirst.
His gaze falls to the side of the wall, where a call button is.
He presses it.
A few minutes later, a young nurse comes into the room. She smiles the certain standard smile, which is so common in a hospital.
“Ah, Dr. Watson, you are awake. Very good. The doctor will want to see your wound soon. Do you need something?”
“Water,” John can only croak with difficulty. And he points his finger vaguely at the bed. “Could you … raise it please?”
“Yes, of course.” The nurse pushes a button on the bed and it slowly lifts. “I’ll bring you water.”
Then she is gone again.

John can see the room better now. And when he looks aside, he sees that he is not alone.
Next to him is another bed. And there is a man in it.
The face half hidden by an oxygen mask.
John can see thick, dark locks. And pale, almost white skin. He judges the man to be in his mid-thirties. He stares at the completely motionless body and swallows. Something is drawing him to this unknown man … something he can not explain. John notes that he is fascinated. Fascinated without really having a reason for it. He shakes his head slightly.

The nurse comes back with a mug and a water bottle.
She pours him water into the mug and John takes it with a still unsteady hand. He drinks, relieved.
Then he says softly, “Who is that?”
The nurse follows his gaze and says with a sad undertone, “Oh, this is Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. He’s been here for a long time. Almost half a year. He’s in a coma.”
“Ah,” John says, swallowing. Half a year. That’s a long time. “How …?”
“How it happened? He overdosed on cocain. We … well, we can’t ask him, but we think it was a suicide attempt.” She gently shakes her head and takes the empty mug from John. “It’s really a shame. He never gets any visitors. Never. The thought that no one in the world is there for him … Who knows if he will ever wake up again. Perhaps there is simply nothing worth it for … Oye, I talk too much.” She seems a little embarrassed and clears her throat. “If you need anything, just call, ok? The doctor should be here any minute.”
“Thank you. Yes.”
The nurse leaves. John does not look away from the sleeping man in the other bed.

Half a year. No visit.
Jesus.

*
The days pass at a quiet, slow pace, which both soothes and disturbs John.
He is not used to it.
He almost expects to be suddenly torn from the calm routine by a shrill siren. Or suddenly lie back in the hot, bloody sand of the desert.
But of course it doesn’t happen.
Instead, he wakes up around 9 in the morning, receives his breakfast and is examined. The doctor is friendly and passive. Nodding pleased at the sight of John’s wound, while John himself stares at the hole in his shoulder with a growing nausea.
After that, he can only watch TV, or watch Sherlock being fed.
It’s hard to watch.
No reaction comes from the comatose man, when the nurses lift his limbs off the bed to wash him. Turn him to his side. Dress him again.
The motionless body doesn’t resist. It reminds John of a doll. He does not like this thought.
At noon, they bring John food again.
For Sherlock, of course, nothing comes. He is fed artificially.
In the evening, more food. And more TV.
A lot of rest. A little too much, John thinks once, and feels strangely guilty at the thought.
On the third day of this routine, he talks to Sherlock for the first time.
It’s because a James Bond movie is on.
John always liked James Bond.
And that’s what he says.
“This is a good movie. A really good movie. Lots of action. And the women are pretty, the men too,” he says aloud in the room. And laughs. There’s no answer. And he feels a little stupid.

*

After a while, John realizes that he will not get any visitors either.
It’s not really that surprising.
Harry is … well, he doesn’t even know where his sister lives. His mother is dead. And he does not want to see his father. Not that he thinks, his father would want to see him …
Once, he receives a call from the leader of his unit. From Afghanistan. He says something like, “it’s a shame” and “get back on your feet soon”. John doesn’t say much. He only murmurs “Yes, sir” now and then.
His hand is trembling as he holds the phone. A tremor. It hasn’t stopped since he woke up.
He doesn’t get any visitors. Just like Sherlock.
Only the nurses and the doctor enter the room.
“Here we are, huh?” John says to Sherlock while eating his bland soup. “We’re alone together here.”

And then the nightmares start. About the war. About death and pain. About men he could not save. Distorted faces in the dark. Eyes full of despair.
He wakes up in the middle of the night. Heavily breathing. Bathed in sweat.
He moans and sits up with difficulty. Runs a hand over his face.
He looks at Sherlock. Sherlock, who is, as always, motionless in bed. A part of his face lit from the machine that measures his heartbeat.
John swallows. He must … He feels the overwhelming desire to talk to someone. It needs to stop. He can not … Oh, hell, he has no one and it’s not like Sherlock would complain, right?
He clears his throat and begins.

“Well, uh, Sherlock. How do you feel? Um, I hope I didn’t wake you. Sorry, haha, bad joke … I had a nightmare, which is quite obviously, right? Well, uhm, I hope it doesn’t bother you if I just talk a little. Yes. I’ll talk. So make yourself comfortable. Haha.
Sometimes I think I’ve gone the wrong way. I became a doctor because I wanted to help people. And the army … Well, it was just a whim. An idea that me and my friends had. One of them is dead, by the way. Mmh. I … it was not always bad. The training was exhausting though. Sometimes I thought I could not make it. My family was not much help either. My father is an asshole. There is no other word. My sister was thrown out. My mother died. It was all … a mess, you know? Anyway, I’ve been struggling. I wanted to do it. This one thing. And I did it. I’ve become a doctor. I went to Afghanistan and treated soldiers. I’ve seen things that would turn your stomach. Wounds that seemed like death sentences. I’ve looked into hopeless, desperate eyes. Sometimes I saved them. Sometimes I couldn’t.
And the faces of those I could not save, they haunt me now, you know? In my dreams. God. I’m so sorry. I really am … Do you see that? I’m crying. That hasn’t happened for a long time. It seems to make you sentimental when you get a bullet in your shoulder … " 

*

"Thank you for listening to me all the time, Sherlock. All this blabbering must be terrible. I thought about James today. Who that is? Well, good question. We were more than friends. But never more than … no idea. I kissed him. Well. In the desert, watching the sunset. Once. Just once. Do you think that is romantic? Shit, yes. Mabye it is. ”

*
“My middle name is Hamish. I hate it. I mean, who calls their child John Hamish? My father chose my name. There we have it again. This bastard. Hamish. I always avoid telling people that name. So, I guess that makes us mates? Hey, buddy, haha. No. That just sounds wrong. Sorry.”
*
"I can get up today. Great, huh? I feel like an old man. My damn shoulder, my trembling hand … a pretty sad picture I make, huh? ”

“It was not so bad. I mean, I for some reason I’m limping, quite badly, but the fresh air was great. I was down in the park. And imagine, a woman spoke to me. She’s called Mary. She said she’s working here. She is nice. And you know what, I asked her if we could go for a coffee. She said yes. Can I get a ‘well done’? No? All right. ”
*
“Do you know, that you’re pretty? Really, you are. I maybe would have asked you out, if I met you somewhere else before. Oh God, sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I … Maybe I’m just afraid. Because … well. I’ll have to leave here soon, I guess. And I don’t know what to do then …”
*
“Well, that’s it. I … tomorrow I can go. I don’t know exactly where, but I can go. Mmh. I think I’m really scared. Mary said I should do therapy. No idea if that would help. I guess, I can try it. Maybe. Well, I’ll pack my things. You know … you really could wake up to say good-bye to me. It would be nice …”
*
“Surprise! Yes, here I am again. I … I missed you, Sherlock. You’re a good listener, you know? Better than my therapist … So, what happened since I left, tell me, haha.”
*
“I will marry Mary. That’s … yes, that’s good, right? She is … she gives me a certain hold in life. I would not know where else to go. What else could I do? So. We are getting married.”
*
“Oh God. Fuck Hey, Sherlock. I … She’s pregnant. She … she’s really pregnant. Did you hear that? I’m having a baby. I’m going to be a father. I. Can you belive that? No, me neither. I … Oh my God, what am I doing?”
*
“This is not what I wanted, do you hear me Sherlock? That … my God, I can not do that. That’s … That’s not me. Fuck. ”
*
“I love her … Really, I do. I mean, I married her. But … I just do not know what I’m doing. I’m … This is not me. I don’t want a quiet family life in a terraced area. I want … I don’t even really know what I want … But, I hate all of this. I … I thought I was going the right way this time, but that … that’s not what I want. I’m not a family man, Sherlock. ”
*
“You know, Sherlock, you can just wake up once. So … so we could really talk. Because, well … You listen to me here as I talk every day. Aren’t you bored. Jesus. I know it would be a miracle if you woke up. I have … I’ve heard the nurses talking. They’ve given up on you. It would be a miracle. But … I don’t know, maybe you can just make the miracle happen for me? Simply … Oh God, I don’t know what I’m talking about. Good bye, Sherlock. Until tomorrow.”
*
6 weeks later.

“Hello, Dr. Watson. I’m sorry to call you so late, but he … he’s asking for you.”

“Who? Who is asking for me?”

“Sherlock Holmes. The coma patient you have been visiting. He woke up and now he’s asking for you. Very urgently.”

John hurried to the hospital. He doesn’t even notice that he left his cane at home. Until Sherlock points it out. Sherlock, sitting upright in bed, an exhausted, oblique smile on his face.
Sherlock, who says quietly, “Hello, John.”
Sherlock, who steals John’s heart within a second and opens the door to a whole new, completely different story. Who shows John a new way. Which is finally

           the right one. 



This was inspired by this beautiful post of @johnnlocked: AU in which Sherlock is in a coma and John is in the same room.

Corrected by my wonderful beta @bakerstreet-irregular <3

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I’m more of a Callie kind of guy to be honest but Marie in the new trailer got my mind going crazy. Here’s my little idea about what she’ll look like. 

Comfort

Prompt:  4 & 83 with Peter Parker? 😊

4. “Come here. Let me fix it.”

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: slight sexual abuse

AN: i’m on a peter parker roll rn and i just c a n n o t deal with all these feelings lmao i have like 4 peter pan requests that i have to go through but i’ve fallen in a tom holland hole and i cannot come out so i’m going to have to write the feelings out haha (also im not sure if nyc actually has metro cards but in my country we do so yeah lol)

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by buckstark

Where the hell is my metro card?

I rummaged through my bag to find my missing metro card. Mary Poppins, herself, would be put to shame with the amount of things I had in this bag. I pushed through notebooks and folders and found nothing. People walked around me, some grumbling at me to watch where I was going. I thought I saw a glimpse of my card when I bumped into someone.

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Sherlocked Con USA is over and we’ve been left with..different emotions. Disappointment, despair, confusion, anger… I think it’s totally okay to feel that right now. We need some time to sort out everything. I’ve been in the same condition yesterday. Today I want to calm down and to find some peace and harmony for myself in this fandom.

Our fandom is going through a difficult time now. Even the most united parts of it are starting to separate. It’s totally understandable in the light of everything that happened in the last couple of days.

I’d like to write down some thoughts about Mofftiss’ statements.


MARY

For me it’s the most difficult part.

Her revelation as a villain should’ve been the most LOGICAL conclusion for her character’s arc.

I’m not going to repeat everything we already know about Mary being coded as a villain throughout TEH-T6T. Just a short list of the most suspicious (for me) “coincidences“ regarding her character’s arc:

  • “Miss me?” / “Go to hell, Sherlock”
    The writers could choose any possible inscription for her posthumous DVD, but they decided to add another parallel between Mary and Moriarty. And then they left the audience with a feeling of “Oh my God, she’s planning something, something bad, just like Moriarty”. If you didn’t want your audience to suspect something, if you wanted to turn her into Saint Mary, you should’ve STOPPED MAKING THESE PARALLELS as soon as possible
  • She killed the protagonist. Not “nicely”, Mofftiss. You wrote this: “One more step, Sherlock, and I swear I will kill you”. And she killed him. Period. She never said “sorry”, never showed any signs of regret for causing Sherlock and John so much pain. “We are even” is a bullshit. 
  • What a coincidence that she appeared in John’s life when he was mourning Sherlock for almost two years. What a coincidence that she is an ex-assassin. What a coincidence that Mycroft was AWARE OF HER PAST, he even hired A.G.R.A. a couple of times. Mofftiss, do you even know your own show?
  • Her death scene is a violation of everything we’ve been told in HLV about shooting in a chest. What’s impossible, as Molly said? 1) You don’t fly away after the bullet hit you (TICK). 2) There’s no big stream of blood (TICK). 3) You have 30 seconds of consciousness before passing out, there’s no time for heartbreaking speech (TICK). BONUS: the laws of physics are not for Mary, apparently.

GARRIDEBS

So, they told us that they used this surname just because there were three men hanging out outside the window in Sherrinford. What kind of bullshit is THAT? They mentioned several times that “The Three Garridebs” is precious and important for Holmes’ reaction on Watson’s injury. They KNEW that this question will be raised sooner or later. Why didn’t they just use ANOTHER SURNAME for these men? There’s no logic, no sense. At all.

Redbeard / Victor Trevor

The decision that was made in the last minute?
So, in TSoT we heard the word “Redbeard” for the first time. 2nd and 3rd are in TAB (in the greehouse scene / in Mycroft’s notebook). They want to tell that there was NO PLAN, they just trusted their guts and never knew what’s the purpose of these plot moves?

What the hell, or my ambigious conclusion

“Mary’s issue” is the biggest one that make me believe in Mofftiss’ madness. While there’s still too much evidence for her revelation as a villain, I can believe that they genuinely considered Mary’s redemption arc as a good plot twist. Why could these two self-proclaimed ACD’s fanboys (who are TOTALLY AWARE of Mary Morstan’s minor role in canon) be sure that this is a great idea to add to their adaptation a badass Mary, who later turns into Saint Mary, I have no idea.

Some people are suspecting that there’s some connection between Amanda Abbington’s personal relantionships with Mofftiss (especially with Gatiss), hence her benefit performance in T6T (”BBC Mary”, urgh). If this is the case, I have only one thing to say: it’s totally stupid and unprofessional. NOTHING, including real-life relantionships, SHOULD INFLUENCE YOUR NARRATIVE’S LOGIC. Otherwise they’re truly bad writers, who doesn’t care about their own beloved show, not to mention the audience.

Oh, and that’s the problem. If Mofftiss are not lying, then they (and the other crew members, like Arwel) are TOTALLY UNAWARE OF THEIR AUDIENCE’S DEVOTION TO THE SHOW. They’ve been filming “Sherlock” for seven years so far, they’ve seen the dozens/hundreds of fans on setlock and conventions. I’m sure they were aware of the fact that there are lots of meta and analysis of the (sub)text of “Sherlock”. Right now they are behaving like they’re genuinely don’t understand that their show has multimillion audience, and some fans love it wholeheartedly. Moffat, who said to the DW fans that if they don’t read the subtext, then “hell mend you”, apparently, decided not to apply the same rule to “Sherlock”. They want us to believe that there was no long-term plan, that the majority of plot moves were made without any ideas how it’ll be revealed in the future.

What are my thoughts about everything?
Well, I’ve chosen not to be on one particular side.

There are things that are still bothering me.
1) I don’t want to believe in any single word from Arwel about the glowing skull. If he “just wanted it to glow” (for fuck’s sake, what the hell is that), then I see it as very disappointing and unprofessional decision. You want to fill the show about a detective / deductions / the power of observations with “meaningless” details that CAPTURE AUDIENCE’S ATTENTION (well, hello, I remind you that this bastard turned black in TLD when Sherlock had been on the edge of death / in the scene with Lestrade in T6T this bastard took the half of the screen glowing like fucking supernova)? You should think twice. Think about your audience above all, PLEASE, and not about something you “want” to add.
2) Their lies about “limited budget” were so blatant, I dont even know what to add. And I don’t understand what’s the problem with “limited budget”? It has nothing to do with the ability of writing your show cohesively.
3) Sue and her explanation of the scene in ASiP made me laugh, cry and scream. So, Sherlock and John, who knew each other for a DAY at that moment, should’ve said to Mrs. Hudson that they’re needing ONE bedroom to be coded as homosexuals?! Jeez, do you, LGB-fellas, frequently move in with same-sex flatmate and start to sleep in one bedroom from day one?
Apparently, yes, according to Sue’s comment.
I’m not insulting Sue, I just want to point out that her statement makes no sense. It’s ridiculous.
4) Yes, I still can’t accept the fact that Mofftiss used more than 150 romantic tropes unintentionally. “Homoerotic subtext” got out of their control. Some blatant parallels and mirrors are right on the surface of the show and I can’t believe they weren’t aware of that. What about Ben and Martin’s acting choices? If they considered this show as a romance (since Moffat claims there wasn’t any long-term plan), why Mofftiss never asked them to “slow down” a little? But that’s the point where things are becoming confusing.
They filmed the Gay Pilot. Ben said (sorry, can’t add a link, but trust me, I learnt this words by heart) that he agreed to take part in this adaptation’s filming only after Mofftiss told him IN WHAT DIRECTION Holmes and Watson’s RELANTIONSHIP will evolve. We all know what happened to their relantionship in S4. No sense. Martin said “Sherlock” is the gayest TV show. Queerbaiting? Everything’s possible.

My dear fandom-mates, trust YOURSELF, trust your own eyes and hearts. Our reading of the show isn’t wrong. We have too much facts on which (!) our theories are based. I can’t express how proud I am of every single fan artist, fic writer, meta writer. How proud I am of everyone who believe in this beautiful love story. YOU made sense of this show. YOU deepened it’s (sub)text.
We don’t deserve the writers’ lies, insults and gaslighting. We don’t deserve being treated like immature individuals.
No matter if they have an explanation for all the S4 fuckiness / if there’s the logical conclusion for their story in some kind of special episode or S5 - I won’t praise them. Never again. I’d like to thank them for S1-TAB, because it is very good and coherent story (yes, they wrote it accidentally, hahahah). I’d like to thank Ben and Martin for everything.

I’m not leaving the fandom. Never. I love this show too much. I’m still onboard with some speculations and theories (we have too much facts worth analysing, I guess, and it doesn’t matter at all if Mofftiss never intended these theories to be true).
My blog won’t turn into Mofftiss’ hatred. I’m tired of negativity in my real life. We have a lot to discuss, so let’s enjoy it. Of course, I’ll be salty towards anything that comes from our beloved writers’ mouths, but I won’t spread negativity.

I love you so much, my friends.
Please, take care of yourself. Media and fictional worlds are important (very much!), but our mental health is something we need to take care of above all.

Two different worlds collided (Rosé x reader)

Requested by: anon

Characters: Rosé, fem reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Word count: 1808

Summary: What happens when two completely different people get in touch?

Originally posted by seolangel

Since i joined this school everyone loved me. No it wasn’t because i was super nice or beautiful, it was because i hid my flaws. In my last school i showed my true innocent self and it got me hating life. People thought i was easy target so i got bullied and eventually transferred out. I decided that i won’t let people drag me around anymore so naturally i tried to shape myself in society’s standards and only show that new ‘improved’ version of myself. Surprisingly it worked and i became one of those so called basic popular girls. At first i thought i could be popular and loved without being mean or rude, but it couldn’t happen. Only if you show authority you can stay at the top.


‘Today kids we are going to do special projects. Everyone will get a pair that i assigned and script that you will have to remember in next three days. Who does well will get passing grade, who doesn’t will get to prepare another theatre piece. If once again you don’t do well, you will fail this class. Also this will help me choose who will play main roles in next school play.’ our drama teacher, Mrs Lee, said. ‘Come to me with your pair at assigned time.’


‘This is so stupid, i can’t believe we have to practice with some of those idiots’ Jennie said while pointing at our class.

We went up to black board where pairs were given. I searched for my name when suddenly Jisoo started speaking.

‘Who did you get paired up with Y/N?’ she stopped to read the name ‘Rosé? Who the hell is that?’ Rosé.


No just not her please tell me she’s joking.


‘Earth to Y/N, i asked you something? Do you know who is this Rosé girl?’

‘Ah.. I think it’s the shy one with brown hair.’ I blurted out

‘Oh my god great we can play with her.’ Lisa added ‘Let’s go meet her, I’m sure she would die to even talk to us’

This can’t be true. Rosé was my classmate in past school, was bullied just like me and left. She got bullied because she tried to be friends with me. By accident it happened that we transferred to same new school, but on her surprise i was completely different person when i came. Also she was my hero back then, my hero and my crush. I admired her so much and was devastated when she left, but when i met her again i have already changed. Old me was buried deep inside. I wasn’t shy and scared anymore, i was strong and independent. I was person everyone wanted to be friends with. If i became close with Rosé she would probably change on worse, just like me, and i didn’t want to allow that. I tried to avoid her at all costs. I protected her from bulling since i had authority, and no one suspected. They were all brainwashed by how ‘cool’ i was.

‘Lisa wait. I’ll talk to her first and see is she any fun’ i teased ‘If she is i might even keep her’

After a lot of thinking i went up to Rosé’s desk. ‘Hey um we’re partners for the project’

‘Hi Y/N, i know’ she said with a smile


Why is she so nice i don’t deserve it.


‘Shell we go to the teacher for our script’ she hummed ‘You girls will be playing this script. It’s about two girls learning about what love was. Hope you enjoy it.’ Mrs Lee said while raising an eyebrow

‘Ah I’m sure we will’ Rosé replied happily

‘Yeah im sure’ i rolled my eyes ‘it sounds like one of those cheesy stories that end with: They kissed and lived happily ever after.’


After we left teachers office Rosé started cheerfully talking about the play and how excited she was. ‘I’ve actually never had a chance to act in front of people before’ she said enthusiastically.


I wanted to be my usual mean self and give her cold response like i used to do but i couldn’t, after everything that she has done for me.


‘Oh hi Y/N, are you getting along with your new friend?’ Lisa went up to us with weird grin on her face, putting on hand on my shoulder. She is up to something.

‘This is school project, we don’t have to get along to do well’

‘You were smiling so brightly before while talking to this girl that I’m sure you will be great friends.’

Lisa looked at me while raising an eyebrow ‘Have fun with your project’ she said as she left

‘Don’t worry about her, I’m sure she’s just dealing with her own problems’ Rosé could see i was pissed off and she tried to calm me down

‘Who do you think i am, i deal with people like this all the time.’


We arrived at Rosé place, and started practicing straight away.


‘Do you think world will accept our love Marie?’

‘We can’t ask world to accept it, until we do so ourselves’


End of scene. I want to puke this is so cheesy, but it’s pretty true. I hate that I’m agreeing with such stuff.


‘We did great Y/N!’ Rosé said

‘Why are you so nice to me? You know damn well what i did.’ I angrily muttered

‘I got no idea what are you talking about’

she smirked ‘I’m just glad to be spending time with my classmate’

‘Don’t act like that. It’s hard enough as it is please just stop being so nice. I don’t deserve it.’

She sighed ‘Okay okay i remember what you did and what happened, I’m just happy to be with you again. I wanted to be your friend back then for a reason and it still hasn’t changed Y/N’


Please don’t do this to me. I can’t get close to you, you know i can’t so please stop making me suffer. I want to spend every moment of my life with you but i can’t. This is just hurting me. We don’t belong together.


‘I’m not the person you knew, i changed. I don’t want to drag you with me again if something happens. You know what Jennie, Lisa and Jisoo are capable of. All your hopes will get crushed if you get close to me.’ I said under my breath ‘stop with this before it’s too late’

‘I won’t do that. I won’t let people drag me around anymore, and I’ll do what i want.’


I guess i wasn’t the only person that changed. Before she was righteous, but not confident. She was trusting, but not cautious. She changed for better unlike me, that’s why i couldn’t let her get any closer. It could ruin everything.


The day when we needed to present our play came. Rosé was completely ready, me.. well not so much. I was so busy trying to push her away that i forgot to practice. I just hope this will bee separately graded.

‘Rosé and Y/N it’s your turn’ mrs Lee said ‘start whenever you’re ready’


I can’t do this. I’m so nervous. ‘How will everyone react. Marie i don’t think we can do this’ Rosé confidently started saying her lines, with no mistakes whatsoever. It was my turn but everything started mixing up in my head. I could already hear everyone’s mocking.

‘Sorry teacher i forgot rest of my script, i guess i got nervous’ Rosé said with sheepish smile ‘I didn’t learn my text properly.’


Everyone started laughing at her. ‘She’s so dumb oh my god i can’t believe she couldn’t remember that in three days.’ I heard people whispering


‘This is team project Miss, do you know you will bring down your team mate as well?’

‘I know, I’m terribly sorry to Y/N..’ Rosé continued

‘Sit on your places I’ll give you new script to learn after classes. Next are-‘


-After classes-


‘Rosé come have a word with me.’

‘Sure but we shou-‘

‘It will take a minute. Then we can go to teacher for new script.’

We went to girl’s restroom and as i locked door, Rosé was about to speak when i interrupted her

‘You knew that i got nervous and that’s why you said you forgot the script. Why?’

‘I don’t have anything to loose, you on the other hand have. I didn’t want that to happen.’ She replied calmly

‘Do you understand you are digging yourself in a hole for me?’

‘I don’t mind.’ Rosé replied smiling like she has no worries in this world. ‘Now let’s get a new script from Mrs Lee’


After some time teacher agreed to let us use the same script with a warning that if we don’t get it perfectly this time not that only we’ll fail this class, but she’ll make sure we fail it next year as well. Lovely. Next few days my dear ‘friends’ decided to play with Rosé. It pissed me off. Jennie would take her stuff, Lisa would make remarks about her looks, Jisoo would call her names. Rosé seemed like easy target, shy and quiet. She actually wasn’t like that. She was strong but she just though that bulling wasn’t that big of a problem so far to call teachers. She went along with it.

‘Y/N how is your girlfriend doing?’ Jisoo teased

‘You know damn well she’s not my girlfriend. Let’s not get her into this.’ ‘Oh now you’re shielding her. I thought you loved joking with easy targets. Did that change or is this Rosé girl exception?’ she continued


I couldn’t live with myself knowing that people bullied Rosé again because of me.


‘Fuck off Jisoo. Just leave her alone’ i angrily said and got people’s attention


Again day of our play came, people kinda stopped bulling Rosé since they saw me get mad at Jisoo the other day. This time i learned my script perfectly.


‘Do you think world will accept our love Marie?’

‘We can’t ask world to accept it, until we do so ourselves’


Now it’s time for us to hug and finish the scene. I looked Rosé in the eyes, she looked so proud. I wanted her to be happy. As i was about to lean in for a hug she went up to me, brushed her fingers against my hair and put them behind my neck. Her touch was gentle and her lips pressed against mines tasted like cherry. She broke the kiss and jokingly hit me in the arm ‘It’s time to bow for end of performance’ she said with cheeky smile Everyone was silent, mouths wide open students started at us in shock. ‘This is exactly what i wanted, perfectly acted out, full of emotion. Bravo!’ mrs Lee looked at us brightly ‘i think we found main roles for school play’

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i’m not dead yet but i’m v close

eponine = alya
enjolras = marinette
grantaire = nino
marius = adrien

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13:04

eponine: dont listen to marinette

enjolras: Ummm????
LIsten to Marinette

eponine: no fuck u

enjolras: :P

grantaire: ????????
what did you do  

eponine: NOTHI N G

enjolras: She tried to chase Chat after the akuma attack and almost fell in the Seine 

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Dumbledore Guy

Summary: When Emma was born she was marked with, in her opinion, the worst soulmate mark anyone could ever have. People are born marked with the first words their true love would ever say to them, and Emma’s happened to spoil one of the greatest plot twists of all time.

Rating: T (because of Emma’s lovely foul mouth)

Word count: 2,233

Also on: Ao3

a/n: I’ve been working on this for an embarrassingly long amount of time and was super nervous to post it. If there’s enough interest I may add another chapter in Killian’s point of view and maybe a little more about what happens after.


Emma Swan was twenty-eight years old and had yet to meet her soulmate. She may be the only person in the world to be thankful, but when you have a life altering spoiler tattooed in lovely delicate script across your shoulder blade all your life, you tend to be a little resentful.

She was no different than any other poor sap on Earth; born with a tattoo revealing the first words her soulmate would speak to her. However, in her opinion it was by far the shittiest, most embarrassing soulmate marking she’d ever heard of and she didn’t even know what it meant until 1998 at the age of ten.

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Ok! God be praised, I finally saw the episode.

I don’t know how to start, probably with praising Sam, Laura and the little Romann for their wonderful performances. And of course sweetheart Mary Macnabb. 

I cried in every scene. Fergus lost his hand and Jamie his heart, aaaaahhh. Mary and Jamie, oh god, such a delicate and beautiful moment. Those tears… 

Jamie and Fergus, the farewell between Jamie and Laura (so intense).

Can I just say a bad thing? I don’t know who the idea was…but Jamie missed the love of his life (he sees her collecting herbs in Lallybroch). Claire seemed to be missing only sex, in fact she saw him naked on the bedside. What a sad comparison

jyn erso: *jumps into the line of fire to save a random kid*
jyn erso: *shields a robot with her body to stop saw’s men from killing him*
jyn erso: *risks her life to try and rescue her father*
jyn erso: *willingly goes into a suicidal mission for a slim chance that she might get crucial intel to the rebellion*
jyn erso: *literally gives her life for the good of the galaxy*
y'all: i hate jyn erso she’s such a selfish mary sue

kc’s ml fic recs (#2)

here we go again!!! bc i’m horribly indecisive and i apparently only read fics in my free time. sorry this is long, but these are just such good fics!!!! 

← part one here


just for you by @runa-storm or runastorm on ao3 | rating: m | wc: 1.9k | pair: adrienette/ladynoir

Well, most of his discomfort— No, amazement, however, was probably due Marinette’s six pack. The girl was fucking ripped, and he didn’t know if he was ready to deal with that.

first of all, buff mari. that’s it. jk but really this fic is the perfect cross of sexual tension and workouts and identiy reveals that it’s just the best thing ever. also poor adrien bc he is whipped. 

lucky accident by @peggiecarter  | rating: g | wc: 3.3k | pair: adrienette

Marinette accidentally revealed her identity to Adrien, but he hasn’t revealed his because he fears her reaction.

 this fic was so painfully wonderful oh my god. first of all taylor’s a great writer, and it’s a partial-reveal fic which is not common, so it’s super interesting and a top ten of mine!!! 

messages by @cherryjutsu | rating: n/a | pair: adrienette

to my love; i think i’ll miss your eyes the most and the way they look at the world.

i almost never read first person and this is the once exception because it’s beautiful. mari and adrien go camping and hiking and whatnot but it’s like dairy entires about their relationship and the insight in marinette’s mind is just absolutley stunning. a must read for sure!!

mixing it up by @midnightstarlightwrites | rating: m, not overly explicit | pair: adrienette/marichat

The world places so many different expectations and pressures on our young heroes, it’s a good thing Marinette and Adrien have each other, and find many different ways of seeking comfort and reassurance (college-age fic) 

poor adrien!!!! this fic is really sweet, esp in the end even tho it also gets pretty steamy. but it’s also sad bc adrien’s all worried about their relationship but mari comforts him!!! so pretty much an amazing hurt/comfort that you should really read. 

spot me by @miraculousandgrand or operamatic on ao3 | rating: m | wc: 8.3k | pair: adrienette

If he’s going to be the face of his father’s new menswear line, Adrien Agreste is going to have to put on some muscle. Adrien sure wishes he’d had a say in this, but maybe a familiar face at the gym is just what he needs to get motivated. Unfortunately, it’s hard to stay focused when you’re caught between over-enthusiastic trainers, belligerent akuma, long standing feelings of inadequacy, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s biceps.

more buff mari bc apparently i don’t know how to make decisions. but this one is GOOD and it’s multi-chapter and adrien sure doesn’t know what to do with himself. 

the consequences of midnight makeouts by faequeen40 on ao3 | rating: t | wc: 11.5k | paring: adrienette/marichat

Marinette has a very distinctive hickey and it seems like the universe is out to get her.

this was one of the first ml fics i read and i was just blown away bc it’s the right mix of creative and steamy and silly and fluffy. pure perfection. also how did adrien get away with that and marinette didn’t kill him……….

the words of flowers by @miracujess or naiadqueen on ao3 | rating: t | wc: 6.1k | pair: adrienette 

Marinette has always loved flowers, and during one slow day at work she left a doodled-upon napkin on the counter of the bakery till…Much to the interest of particular patron. Follow this story as too oblivious, love-struck dumbasses try to communicate through flowers. That’s right, flowers.

OK BUT. i didn’t know i needed second hand embarrasement from mutaully pining adrienette but i DID and it’s the best decision i ever made. they’re so painfully awkward i LOVE IT. jess continutes to be amazing. i couldn’t decide whether i should put this one or rouge so go read that one too 

think alike by @breeeliss or breeeliss on ao3 | rating: g | wc: 20.5k | pair: adrienette

Adrien never really considered himself an artist per se. He only ever considered what he did a hobby, something that he did for joy and not for obligation. But Marinette held his prints up to the light, smiled up at the glossy photos he’d spent hours shooting and editing, and looked at them like they were practically perfect. And how could Adrien not let his chest swell up at the sight of her pride? Photographer!Adrien

did you know you needed photographer adrien?? lol i didn’t either but now i live for this fic. he’s the nerdiest nerd and it’s so cute and he and marinette just bond over their passions and i’m continuously crying. a+ writing, gabie.

your eyes looked like coming home by @chatnoirslady or wanderinglilly on ao3 | rating: g | wc: 2.6k | pair: adrienette

Adrien and Marinette, ten years later.

reunited adrienette is arguably the best thing in this universe and it’s just perfectly amazing in this fic. expect lots of squealing and blushing bc that’s how cute this pile of fluff is. must read t b h. 

The Detective and Mr. Bentley

Author: C. Ford

Characters: Sherlock x Reader, John x Mary

Summary: You have been training under Sherlock and you got pissed at him because he doesn’t seem to trust you enough to work on actual cases. You decided to unwind and Mr. Bentley was more than happy to help.

Themes: Mild angst. Mild Smut. Mild violence. Mild everything.

Word Count: 1900+

“Please give me a shot! We both know I can do this! I’ve been working for you for a long time!” You shouted at Sherlock.

“Then listen to the man you work for!” He yelled at you with his rich baritone voice, anger evident in it. “You. Are not. Working. This case.” He emphasized.

“I can’t believe this…” You looked at him in disbelief. “You know what? FINE.” You added as you throw your hands in the air. Grabbing your coat, you dashed out of 221B. You decided to go to John and Mary’s place, which is where you normally go when Sherlock is being unbearable. Which is a lot.

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Please Don’t Save Him, For Me

Sherlock x reader oneshot
Summary: Season 4 spoilers
                 On the occasion of Mary Watson’s death a DVD will be sent to 221B Baker Street and Sherlock Holmes will be given the case of his life. But will you be able to accept the truth of what he is prepared to do?



Mary died saving Sherlock and John blamed him for it.  The two of you where sat in the apartment at 221B, him in his leather arm chair and mrs Hudson in John’s old chair. You where curled up on the sofa, thick jumper sleeve pulled over your hands and a steaming cup of tea in your hands as you carefully watched the man you love fumble around trying to hide his grief. “I’ll make some tea” Mrs Hudson sniffed standing up. “Um… Mrs Hudson?”
“Yes Sherlock?” she replied. You took a sip of your tea and frowned. “If you ever think I’m becoming a bit full of myself, cocky or… over confident… would you just say the word Norbury to me? Would you?” he asked looking up from his computer to look at her with a sad expression that broke your heart. Like watching a stay puppy in the rain beg for food and warmth. “Norbury?” she asked confused and he nodded. “Just that. You too Y/N” he said glancing across the room at you. Unlike Mrs Hudson you knew what if Sherlock was walking for something like this is was best to just agree, not question it. “Of course, sweetheart” you said and tried your best to smile at him but you couldn’t seem to and took another sip of tea.

There was a moment of silence and you stood up to walk across the room and pull up a chair next to Sherlock’s at his desk. Placing your mug down on a table mat (Sherlock was always very precious about where things had to be) you took his hand discreetly and squeezed it gently. He didn’t look at you, but he squeezed back gently letting you know that he was grateful. With his free hand he began rummaging around in the stake of papers and frowned. “What’s this?” he asked holding up a brown envelope. You frowned and took it from his hands turn it over and hugging before handing it back. “Oh, I brought that it up. It was mixed up with my things” Mrs Hudson said. Sherlock huffed and opening it. On seeing the contents a gasp escaped your lips and your hand gripped his just a little tighter. A plain DVD with the words ‘Miss Me?’ written on the front. “Oh God, Sherlock is it-?” you said your free had flying to cover your mouth. “Must be, I knew it wouldn’t end like this. I knew Moriarty made plans.” he said as he popped the DVD draw and hit play on the laptop in front of you.

The face of Mary Watson appeared on the screen. “I thought that would get your attention”
“Mary?” you asked in confusion
“So… this is in case…. in case the day comes” she was struggling to say it. “If you are watching this, I’m probably dead. I hope I can have an ordinary life but who knows? Nothing is certain nothing’s written. My old life… it was full of consequence. The danger was the fun part but you can’t out run that forever. You need to remember that. So….I’m giving you a case, Sherlock“ your heart was racing and your couldn’t stop it as you watched your friend talk from beyond the grave. “Might be the hardest case of your career. When I’m… gone, if I’m gone… I need you to do something for me. Save John Watson. Save him Sherlock. Save him.”

You got to your feet and turned your back on the screen unable to watch any more, your heart breaking. “Don’t think anyone else is going to save him, because there isn’t anyone. Its up to you. Save him”

“But I do think your going to need a bit of help with that, because your not exactly good with people so heres a few things you need to know about the man we both love and more importantly what you’re going to need to do to save him.” You hands where shaking you knew that Mary was right, John did need saving from his own destructive ways, his own grief destroying his life, but she was going to ask something so big of Sherlock you might end up loosing him. And then you would need saving and there would be no one to do it.  “John Watson never accepts help. Not from anyone, not ever. But here’s the thing - he never refuses it. So, heres what you are going to do. The only way to save John is to make him save you.” A gasp escaped your lips again as the tears pooled in your eyes, knowing what was going to happen, what Mary was asking of him.

“Go to hell, Sherlock. Go right into hell and make it look like you mean it. Go and pick a with with a bad guy. Put yourself in harms way. If he thinks you need him I swear… he will be there.”

The video cut out and the tears fell. Your heart was a shattered mess on the floor and you doubled over in tears. “Y/N?” Mrs Hudson asked as your knees gave out and you fell to the floor.
“I’m…” you began but changed your mind “No no, I’m not okay” you whispered. Sherlock hadn’t said anything frozen to his chair.
“I don’t understand” Mrs Hudson said with a frown. Neither you nor Sherlock replied. Sherlock only moved silently from his chair to sit on the floor next to you, pulling you into his arms. Mrs Hudson could only watch as he rocked you gently in his arms pressing kisses gently to the top of your head as you cried.  She couldn’t help but think that she had never seen Sherlock so… compassionate? before. She silently slipped from the room to leave the two of you alone.

On hearing the door shut you looked up tears still streaking down your cheeks. “Sherlock” you sniffed looking up at him.
“I know. But I have to, for Mary. For John” he said. Your head was nodding but your face was still scrunched up in pain. “Y/N I have to and Mary is right, only I can do it and there is only one way.”
“But-“
“No buts” he said and pulled you close once more so that your head was pressed against his chest, the steady beating of his heart letting you pause your tears to gasp for air, the gentle circular motion of his hand on your back soothing even more. “Sherlock I can’t watch you kill yourself to save someone from themselves, it will kill me, it will kill you. and who will save us… me.” Sherlock’s face fell. For all his smarts and all his genius, he had concentrated on knowing he had to save John by, like Mary said, going into hell. He was aware in the back of his head it would affect you but it wasn’t until now that he realised quite how much. “It will be okay, I promise. It will be okay.”
“Sherlock, you can save John. But for me, try and ask him first… call him, phone him… try the alternative first” you mumbled into his shirt before looking up at him “and if it doesn’t work, you promise me, that you come out of it… alive at least.” Sherlock was quiet knowing that he couldn’t promise anything. Pressing one last kiss to your forehead he smiled.
“I’ll try.”

American President’s Final Words.

George Washington: I am just going. Have me decently buried and do not let my body be put into the vault in less than three days after I am dead. Do you understand? [“Yes,” replied Lear.] 'Tis well.

John Adams: [He went unconscious. He awoke later, and mumbled] Thomas Jefferson… still survives, [He spoke this at the approximate time of Jefferson’s death; Jefferson preceded Adams in death by five hours.]

Thomas Jefferson: Is it the Fourth? [His docter then replied, “It soon will be.] I resign my spirit to God, my daughter to my country. [Like John Adams, Jefferson died on the fiftieth anniversary of the Declaration of Independence.]

James Madison: Nothing more than a change of mind, my dear. I always talk better lying down. [In response to his niece, who asked, “What is the matter, Uncle James?”]

James Monroe: I regret that I should leave this world without again beholding him. [referring to James Madison]

John Quincy Adams: This is the end of Earth. I am content.

Andrew Jackson: I hope to meet you all in Heaven. Be good children, all of you, and strive to be ready when the change comes.

Martin Van Buren: There is but one reliance…

William Henry Harrison: Sir, I wish you to understand the true principles of government. I wish them carried out. I ask nothing more. [Spoken in delirium to Vice President John Tyler.]

John Tyler: Doctor, I am going. [“I hope not, sir,” said the doctor.] Perhaps it is best.

James Polk: I love you, Sarah. For all eternity, I love you. [He told her what provisions he had made for her, then passed away.] 

Zachary Taylor:  I am about to die. I expect the summons very soon. I have tried to discharge all my duties faithfully. I regret nothing, but I am sorry that I am about to leave my friends.

Millard Filmore: [Accepting a spoonful of soup from his doctor.] The nourishment is palatable.

Franklin Pierce: [unknown]

James Buchanan: Whatever the result may be, I shall carry to my grave the consciousness that at least I meant well for my country. Oh Lord God Almighty, as thou wilt.

Abraham Lincoln: It doesn’t really matter. [In response to his wife’s admonition not to hold her hand at Ford’s Theater, because people might see them. Lincoln’s final utterance was laughter. During the performance of the play Our American Cousin, one of the actresses called for a shawl to protect her from the draft. An actor then ad-libbed a reply, “You are mistaken, Miss Mary, the draft has been stopped by order of the President.” Lincoln was laughing at this line when he was shot.]

Andrew Johnson: [After falling out of his chair, he spoke his last to his distraught daughter:] My right side is paralyzed. [struggling to move] I need no doctor. I can overcome my troubles.

Ulysses Grant: Water.

Rutherford Hayes: I know that I am going where Lucy is. [Lucy was his beloved wife.]

James Garfield: [To his chief of staff] Oh Swaim, there is a pain here. Swaim, can’t you stop this? Oh, oh, Swaim!

Chester Arthur: [unknown]

Grover Cleveland: I have tried so hard to do right.

Benjamin Harrison: Are the doctors here? Doctor… my lungs.

William McKinley: Good-bye, good-bye, all. We are all going. It’s God’s way. His will be done, not ours. Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee. We are all going, we are all going, we are all going. Oh, dear.

Theodore Roosevelt: Please put out the light.

William Taft: [unknown]

Woodrow Wilson: I am a broken piece of machinery. When the machine is broken… I am ready. [Spoken to his wife. Some accounts have him adding his wife’s name, “Edith” at the end.]

Warren Harding: That’s good. Read some more. [To his wife, who was reading him flattering newspaper accounts.]

Calvin Coolidge: Good morning, Robert. [To a carpenter working on his home.]

Herbert Hoover:  [When told that Admiral Strauss had come to pay him a visit, Hoover was already speaking in past tense:] Levi Strauss was one of my best friends.

Franklin Roosevelt: I have a terrific headache. 

Harry Truman: [unknown]

Dwight Eisenhower: I’ve always loved my wife, my children, and my grandchildren, and I’ve always loved my country. I want to go. God, take me.

John Kennedy: That’s very obvious. [Spoken in response to Mrs. Connolly’s comment, “Mr. President, you can’t say that Dallas doesn’t love you.”]

Lyndon Johnson: Send Mike immediately! [To a Secret Service agent over an in-house telephone.]

Richard Nixon: “Help” [Called out to his housekeeper. A stroke then left him mute and partially paralyzed. He died the next day.]

Gerald Ford: [unknown]

Ronald Reagan: [unknown] [His daughter Patti Davis, described his death, and said that his final communication was love, spoken with his eyes rather than his voice. “At the last moment, when his breathing told us this was it, he opened his eyes and looked straight at my mother. Eyes that hadn’t opened for days did, and they weren’t chalky or vague. They were clear and blue and full of love. If a death can be lovely, his was. [My mother then] said to her husband that the expression was, ‘the greatest gift you could have given me.’”]

Under The Influence, Scene 2

So after I posted my picficlet, “Under The Influence”, I didn’t realize how well loved it would be. Readers seem to like a Drunk!Emma and a Regina who takes care of her.  As I had gotten messages to please continue, even I began to imagine the next scene in my mind and here it is.

Click here to read “Under The Influence”, Scene 1.

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Scene 2:  Mary Margaret’s Apartment

(Regina and Emma stumble up the stairs and can be heard outside the front door.  Inside Mary Margaret and David are in the kitchen preparing to leave for an evening out and looking mildly confused at the commotion out in the hall.  There is a thud at the front door.)

MARY MARGARET:  (hands David the cake she’s made for the evening and some supplies before she  picks up Neal) What was that?

DAVID:   (frowns) I don’t know.

EMMA:  (yells from out in the hall)  WE’RE OKAY!

REGINA:  Emma, will you keep your voice down?

MARY MARGARET:  Is that Regina?  I thought Emma was having dinner with Hook.

DAVID:  You mean breaking up with Hook.  I am so glad she came to her senses.

EMMA:  Regina, Regina… I got this.  Watch!

(Suddenly the door blows open hard, due to Emma blasting it with magic and through the doorway, Emma is seen with her arms stretched out in front of her and Regina standing slightly behind her with her arms crossed, skepticism on her face.  The door that had suddenly opened so forcefully just as quickly slams shut again.  David and Mary Margaret flinch at the sound and look at each other in bewilderment.)

REGINA:  Mmm-hmm.

EMMA:  Well… it opened, didn’t it?

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anonymous asked:

ok ok but bookworm credence. Like because he didn't get to experience a lot during his time with Mary Lou so he reads books to catch up on what he's missed. He enjoys being taken to book stores and people always have to repeat things because he gets so caught up in the books he reads. Sharing books helps him open up to people because they can share ideas and just gush about plot and word use or something but just oh my god book worm credence

YES PLS i love this like it would be a fun way to exchange ideas and encounter concepts he may not have been familiar with before. and also like coming across different relationships people have within books and learning that it’s okay to be a complicated character. he just learns a lot about human nature from reading and learns to talk about his own opinions on it with his friends and just :’) yes pls