i want to meet will smith

5

“No matter who you meet, some day you’re going to have to tell them goodbye. I don’t want to accept that. I can barely cling to my own sanity knowing that. It hurts… it hurts. I know that. But even so, we need to move forward.” - Hange Zoe

Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.

Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases

The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.

“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.

The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.

“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.

“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.

Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.

“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.

Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.

“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.

Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.

“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.

It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.

Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.

You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.

“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.

A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.

“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.

When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.

You greet the boy at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.

“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.

You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.

You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.

A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.

“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.

“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
*
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.

You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.

You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.

“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.

You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.

He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.

You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.

When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.

You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.

You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.

You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.

“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.

“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.

You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.

“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.

You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.

You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.

Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.

You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.

The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.

You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.

It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.

He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.

With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.

A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.

You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.

“Spencer.” You say.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.

You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”

“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.

“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.

The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.

You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.

“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.

He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.

“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.

“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.

You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.

He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.

“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”

You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.

All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.

“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.

You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.

She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.

“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.

You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.

“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.

You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.

“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.

You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.

“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.

You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.

“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”

Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.

Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.

“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.

You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.

“She can’t uh-” He starts.

“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.

The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.

Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.

“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.

You nod and everyone stays silent.

“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.

You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.

“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.

“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.

You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.

You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.

Taken

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - nope. Send in request! All types relating to Descendants are allowed!

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – Harry Hook’s girlfriend, (Y/N) is kidnapped by someone on the Isle and Harry isn’t too pleased with it

Warning(s) - kidnapping, violence, swearing, fluff at the end

Originally posted by heather-l-wood

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OKAY STORY TIME!


A couple of days ago I got a dm from Taylor Nation asking for my information. The next day, they called me and told me that Taylor told them to put tickets for me at will call because she really wanted me to be there. I had already bought tickets in the nosebleeds, but I gave mine to a friend. So we get to the concert, pick up the tickets, and go enjoy the concert. I was hopeful about meeting her, but as the night went on I was nervous and thinking that maybe she just wanted me to have fun at the concert. BUT THEN BITCHES!! After Sam Smith sang, I see this woman walk up looking at her phone and scanning my section. I said to my mom, “Mom, it’s happening” and then she sat down in the row in front of us and asked the girls next to us “Are you Madelyn?” then my mom yelled “THIS IS MADELYN” and then she said “Do you want to come with me?” So we walked to her DRESSING ROOM! Like. It wasn’t a normal meet and greet. It was her dressing room. We walk in and I see her back. She turned around and went to hug me and said that she loved my video and that it was so cute. We talked for a little bit about how the concert was so far, then we took our picture. I brought up how the Aunt Becky thing was me and my mom and she hugged her and said she didn’t even make the connection and loved how we’ve been so active it was so cute. We took our second picture and before I left, I thanked her for writing breathe (I’m the #1 stan don’t fight me on this) and thanked her for being there for me for so long and she grabbed my hands while I was talking it was perfect. Everything I could have hoped for. She made sure I got my hug even though she wasn’t doing a meet and greet. She promised…and she kept that promise. I’ll never forget this. I love you and your hugs @taylorswift

2

“He’s comming to meet me on Sun. Cant wait!!… Please God let him love me!!… This could be it [followed by five happy faces]…. Hes going to publish my pictures Im so glad I didn’t sleep with him either!… I hate for men to want sex all the time. I hate sex anyway.” (1992, diary entry as she prepares for a meeting with Paul Marciano, head of Guess.)

Holmes stories in six words

Bad stepdad nailed bed, trained snake

Treasure lost. Wife gained. Holmes sad.

They hired her for her hair.

Holmes dying. Watson crying. Holmes lying.

Binder full of women. Acidic response.

Six Napoleons? Oh, there it is.

Framed the nanny with a rock.

There’s always a catch, Dr Trevelyan.

The king’s a dick. She’s smarter.

Marry a Lord. Already married? Whoops.

Copy out this encyclopedia, ginger nut.

Egad! Her fiancé’s her disguised stepdad!

Secret daughter welcomed into woke family.

Seriously, who spins a whole carpet?

That burglary was fishy. Oranges everywhere!

Australians are all escaped murderers, probably.

Murder plus lion equals karma, sadly.

Watson, go tromp around the moors.

Idiot stalker fails at addressing mail.

“David” was a reference, you heathen.

Dog didn’t bark; horse needed washing.

Don’t accuse your son on circumstance.

Waterfalls make the best body dumps.

Surprise! Not dead. Are you ok?

My eyes’re dim, I cannot flee.

Golden Boy was the cheat, obviously.

He’s not homeless, he begs recreationally!

Harpooning pigs brings sailors to justice.

She’s foreign, not a bloody vampire.

Apparently dying wives trump rugby matches.

Poison is not a toy, Holmes!

It’s English, just drawn in hieroglyphics.

Blackmailer meets nothing left to lose.

Tracking is all about the tracks.

It was never about the sundial.

Telling geese apart is really hard.

She was under the old lady.

He’s fine, it’s ichthyosis. Stand down.

Act your age, professor. You’re creepy.

A lovely swim interrupted. Jellyfish dunnit!

Fuller’s earth my arse, Nine Fingers.

Everyone wants to marry Miss Smith.

Maybe don’t take the iffy job.

Shoot Watson? I KILL YOU, MOTHERFUCKER.

What do famous people think about Brandon Flowers
  • Robbie Williams: The Killers sound is unique and I think Brandon Flowers is one of the best songwriters on the planet.
  • Tyler Joseph - Twenty One Pilots: You know what, I want to be the next Brandon Flowers.
  • Imagine Dragons: Always making Vegas proud.
  • Paul Banks - Interpol: He's a great great singer.
  • Nick Jonas: Brandon Flowers of the Killers is really talented. Would love to work with him one day.
  • Mike Posner: Hey Brandon Flowers ... I just wanted to say I'll buy and listen to anything you do.
  • Nick Petricca - Walk the Moon: I had this strong sensation of like being at church and Brandon Flowers is like our direct connection to the lord. (...) We got to meet Brandon Flowers when we played a gig in Vegas. I got to talk to him and tell him that his band was the band that made me want to be in a band.
  • Tom Smith - Editors: Such a soft spot for everything Brandon Flowers does.
  • Van McCann - Catfish and the Bottlemen: Brandon Flowers sent me an email a while ago because we covered one of their songs in Australia and he said he liked the cover and I was just major buzzing off that. He’s inspired most of the songs in my head.
  • Dallon Weekes - Panic! At the Disco: Idol? dont know. I def have people I admire. Brandon Flowers. Hes a musician/Mormon/family man and pulls it all off. I try to.
Songs For the Venus Signs

Aries ♀:
“Love is Blindness” - Jack White
“Foxey Lady” - Jimi Hendrix
“Ring of Fire” - Johnny Cash
“Wild Thing” - The Troggs
“A Walk Through Hell” - Say Anything

Taurus ♀:
“Samson” - Regina Spektor
“Tomorrow Never Came” - Lana Del Rey
“Bring It On Home To Me” - Sam Cooke
“I Can’t Help Myself” - Four Tops
“Piece of My Heart” - Janis Joplin

Gemini ♀:
“New Person, Same Mistakes” - Tame Impala
“Mama, You Been On My Mind” - Bob Dylan
“Chelsea Hotel #2” - Leonard Cohen
“Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings” - Father John Misty
“Poetic Justice” - Kendrick Lamar

Cancer ♀:
“Sara” - Fleetwood Mac
“The Moon Song” - Karen O.
“So Emotional” - Whitney Houston
“Home” - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes
“Keep On Loving You” - REO Speedwagon

Leo ♀:
“King and Lionheart” - Of Monsters & Men
“When You Were Young” - The Killers
“Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” - Elton John
“Meet Virginia” - Train
“Kiss It Better” - Rihanna

Virgo ♀:
“I Need You” - M83
“Summer Wine” - Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazelwood
“One Love” - Bob Marley
“Sweet Thing” - Van Morrison
“The Cure” - Lady Gaga

Libra ♀:
“I Want To Hold Your Hand” - The Beatles
“I Want To Know What Love Is” - Foreigner
“Can’t Get Enough of Your Love” - Barry White
“Teenage Dream” - Katy Perry
“P.Y.T” - Michael Jackson

Scorpio ♀:
“Little Red Corvette” - Prince
“Whole Lotta Love” - Led Zeppelin
“Beast of Burden” - The Rolling Stones
“There Is A Light That Never Goes Out” - The Smiths
“Bad Romance”- Lady Gaga

Sagittarius ♀:
“November Rain” - Guns ‘N Roses
“Boots of Spanish Leather” - Bob Dylan
“Love Lockdown” - Kanye West
“Maps” - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
“Last Night” - Niki & The Dove

Capricorn ♀:
“Re: Stacks” - Bon Iver
“Sweet Jane” - The Velvet Underground
“Lover” - Devendra Banhart
“Can’t Help Falling In Love” - Elvis Presley
“Honey & I" - HAIM

Aquarius ♀:
“DNA” - Empire of The Sun
“Cheree” - Suicide
“Love” - Lana Del Rey
“Drunk In Love” - Beyonce
“Somebody to Love” - Queen

Pisces ♀:
“Sweet Dream” - Greg Laslow
“I Would Die 4 U” - Prince
“Water Me” - FKA Twigs
“The Other Woman” - Nina Simone
“Cosmic Love” - Florence + The Machine

anonymous asked:

omg are you a fan of the endverse cas/dean smith thing because i gotta tell you that would be my bread and fucking butter if it weren't for the fact that it's SO DAMN RARE. like dean smith is already 100% certified grade A queer and also a bit of a ninny. an uptight queer little ninny. and cas does drugs and has orgies. and can u imagine endverse cas completely wrecking dean smith sexually while trashing his super clean apartment and smoking in bed while dean haldheartedly protests because i can

I actually CAN’T imagine that, exaggeratedly uptight Dean Smith/exaggeratedly trashy Endverse Cas isn’t something I’m hugely into, I want them to MEET IN THE MIDDLE: 

- they meet at yoga (Cas is the instructor) (the first time he walked in Dean was like ‘is this some sort of joke, this guy actually smells like patchouli’ but by the end of the hour he’s like ‘fuck, fuck, I take it back, oh my god, I can’t see’) 

- one day after a class Cas is like ‘coffee??’ and then makes Dean feel like a complete froof by ordering black coffee right after Dean’s gluten free triple soy macchiatoagogo or whatever

- they go out for coffee a few times and it’s kinda flirty and one day they go back to Cas’s place for some very flimsy reason (The Kinks vinyls? who knows) and Dean is braced for it to be like… full of bongs and roommates with dreadlocks and incense but it’s actually nice. like it is full of incense but it’s nice

- THEN THEY GET FUCKING HIGH

- Cas is even more chilled when he’s high and Dean just gets very slow and smiley and tactile and definitely gives Cas a very slow, very smiley and tactile blowjob

- then he goes home and has a crisis, eats a carb and mainlines a whole season of Drag Race because he just got high and sucked off his yoga instructor, what the fuck, what the fuck

- forces himself to show his face at yoga, is very red throughout, can’t really blame it on the downward facing dog, tries anyway, hangs around in the coffeeshop across the street afterwards and doesn’t even pretend he’s not waiting for Cas to leave yoga so he can accidentally leave the coffeeshop at the same time and accidentally run into him accidentally

- takes Cas back to his place and Cas fucks him on every horizontal surface AND up against those unnecessarily huge windows

- the end

Of all the people you could have pissed off

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Fandom: Spider-Man: Homecoming

Request: Can you do a peter parker x reader where the reader is tony stark’s daughter and she’s new at peter’s school. And so like he tries to get Ned to talk to her, but she doesn’t like Ned so he has to talk to her himself and he’s very nervous. And when he meets her dad, he gets scared af. Sorry it’s so long!

Warnings: Cussing, using google translate for Spanish, overprotective dad, scared af Peter

Hope you like it!

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  • eurus: i want sherlock to come to my murder maze
  • also eurus: i want to meet jim moriarty, who wants to kill my brother literal years before the murder maze plan would come to light
  • also eurus: i want to put my brother in the line of culverton smith, who will kill him as he is a serial killer, not long before he is due to come to the murder maze
  • also eurus: i will put a grenade in sherlock's flat, sure to kill him literally just before coming to the murder maze
Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: High School au, angst, fluff

Happy Valentines day, lovelies. Thank you if you’re still reading this. Sorry about mistakes, i’m sleepy and just got off work.

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Originally posted by donewithjeon

The fact that it was March, almost April, was crazy. You were getting into some different colleges and so was Jungkook. It was weird that sooner or later you’d be departing from each other. You’d been thinking about it so much recently. You knew you two would have the summer and everything. It was just that you had been waiting so long for Jungkook to be yours and then all too soon you would be split up. It was like you couldn’t win.

You were trying not to think about it and obviously it wasn’t working.

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The Journal

Request:  Could you write something where y/n doodles in her notebook constantly, frequently about Peter who she has a crush on, and one day he accidentally picks up her notebook and shoves it in his bag when he’s in a rush. She has to figure out how to get it back without him seeing the drawings of him and “y/n Parker” written?

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1,801

Genre: fluff

Notes: This fic is a lot longer than i thought it was going to be?? I hope you like it none the less:)


Mrs. Parker, Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, you lazily scribble in cute cursive writing.  Your fourth period calculus class was by far the most boring thing you had ever had the misfortune to suffer through. While Mrs. Smith’s hungover ramblings could be entertaining at times, you found that the class was a bit too simple for you to actively participate in so you spent the hour doodling in your notebook. Normally it was just whatever was passing through your head at the time but it seems that as of late you have had a one track mind.  Peter Parker has sat in front of your desk in almost every class since you started high school. He was perfect to you, the way he nervously stuttered when he had to speak to the class, the way his eyes light up when he really gets to nerd out, you were in deep. You don’t exactly know when this crush started but it didn’t matter too much anyways because he was interested in Michelle.

Even the thought of it made you sad, you mean of course he would like someone like Michelle. She was smart, pretty, and outgoing, she had everything going for her while you, the quiet girl in the back of the classroom had relatively nothing. She was exactly the kind of girl Peter should be with, so for now you would have to be content with your little day dreams. 

“For the upcoming final presentation, you will be partnered up with someone at random and you will be doing biographies on famous mathematicians, I don’t have the want or means to grade 700 finals.” Mrs. Smith groans from her desk. 

You perk up as she puts a list of names under the overhead projector. Your read down the list until you found yours an looked to the name adjacent and your heart skipped a beat.

“So,” Peter says, turning in his seat to face you. “What’s your schedule like after school?”


You two made plans to meet on Saturday at the library around 3 to hopefully finish your project in one fell swoop, the entire conversation from start to end had your heart racing and your palms sweaty. Today was Saturday and you sat in front of your mirror combing it into a new style for a third time. You let out a huff and just let your hair fall down.

“What’s the big deal, it’s just a study date. It’s nothing to get dressed up for.” You scolded yourself.

You grabbed your book bag and threw on a sweater to hopefully combat the chilly November air before walking out of your apartment and to the library.You arrived pretty early by accident, your nerves making you extra cautious. you take a seat in one of the many tables in the back of the library and pulled out a book, you planned on reading util Peter showed up.The scent of old books lulled you into some sort of trance, you read almost half your book before you realized that it was an hour past when he was supposed to show up. Your face scrunched up with worry as you pull out your phone, he had given you his number just in case you needed to contact him and now seemed like a good time to use it.

Hey Peter it’s Y/n! I don’t know if you forgot but we had a study date set up for an hour ago and I’m still here, if you can’t make it we can reschedule

You text. You pulled open your computer and started to do research, writing down anything and everything you could on the mathematician you were assigned, hoping that your crush was on his way.

Peter was in the middle of a new suit test with Mr. Stark when he felt his phone vibrated. He picked it up off of the workbench and let out a string of almost curses.

“Hey, better not let Cap hear you talking like that!” Tony exclaimed, laughing slightly at all of the alternatives for fuck Peter had just used.

“Oh no, Mr. Stark I gotta go! I had a study date thing today and I was supposed to be there an hour ago.” Peter whined, rushing around the lab trying to gather his things.

“Wait is it a date with that one girl you’re always  talking about? Oh Petey, how cute!” Tony said mockingly.

“Yeah we got paired together for something for school, is there anyway you could drop me off at Queens Library at Ridgewood in the next ten minutes?” Peter asked hopefully.

Tony scoffed, “Who do you think I am? You’ll be there in five.”

True to his word, Peter had made it to the library in 4 minutes and 56 seconds. He ran into the library, his bag flapping open and its contents were trying to spill out onto the floor only to be caught by a clumsy Peter. He raced as fast as he could to the back where you sat without being yelled at by the librarian and threw his stuff down on the table, making you jump in the process. You were staring at your computer and scribbling down some notes, your hair was now up in a quick messy bun and Peter swears he would never see such a beautiful sight again. Peter has had a crush on you since the end of freshman year, you were so soft spoken but everything you did say was impactful and important. You were so beautiful and smart but it sucks you would never notice someone like Peter.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry! I thought today was-”

“Shhh!” The old librarian hissed from her desk. Peter gives her an apologetic wave and sat down in front of you.

“It’s okay, I didn’t think you would stand me up on purpose.” You say with a smile, it made Peter smile as well.

“Yeah, sorry. So what all do we have so far?” Peter asked, pulling out his journal and delving into the project while trying to forget how cute you looked when you were trying to focus.


“Alright,” You said while yawning. “I think we’ve got it! 7 slides and 15 minutes worth of talking points, it should be enough” you say sleepily.

“Yeah, sound good,” Peter says, trying not to nod off. It was now 2 in the morning, the library was open 24 hours and the late night librarian was fast asleep at the front desk, you two were the only people inside.

You both stand up and gather your things and put them in your respective bags, not noticing that you had mistakenly grabbed Peter’s notebook and he had grabbed yours. The one with your doodles, the one with your writings, the one that you would die if Peter ever read. Neither of you had noticed a thing before you walked out of the building and onto the streets.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Peter asked, it was late and he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“Oh no Peter, you don’t have to do that! I only live a few blocks away, I’ll be fine.” you say, you say your goodbyes and then turn away from him and walk towards home.

Peter followed you home from the rooftops, he knew you said you would be fine but he just wanted to make sure. He watched you pull out some headphones and dance along to your music, chuckling when you slightly trip over your own feet. He watched you walk up your steps and pull out your keys before slipping inside your home. He let out a happy little sigh. He didn’t know the next time you two would hang out or even if you would hang out again but he was glad you got to spend some time together. He stood on the roof of the building across from your awhile more before turning around and racing back to his apartment before Aunt May could freak out anymore than she probably was.

The next day Peter found himself in the lab with Tony again, but this time he was just another pair of eyes for Tony to use.

“Hey Underoos, can you write this down for me?” Tony asked, his head down in the middle of his new project.

Peter quickly pulled out his journal and a pencil and flipped it open, what he found inside made his heart stop. Inside were tiny little pictures of you and a guy, some just little stick figures and some extremely detailed portraits but the thing that really stood out to him most was the cutsey writing all around the paper. Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, Peter’s heart practically leaped out of his chest.

“Hey kid, didn’t you hear me- Oh my god.” Tony said coming up behind Peter and checking out the notebook.

“Peter! Your crush has a crush on you!” Tony said giddily. He no longer was mocking Peter, he genuinely thought that this young love was adorable.

Peter’s face was red as a tomato and his mouth kept opening and closing like he was trying to form words but didn’t know how. Finally he lets out a small laugh, like he didn’t believe what he was reading.

Peter fist pumps the air and yells excitedly, “She likes me!”


Monday came around quicker than you wanted and soon you found yourself in the back row in your first period class. You were patiently waiting for class to start when Peter walked in. He walked up to you right away.

“Hey Y/n” He greeted. He seemed nervous and he kept looking around like someone was listening.

“Hey Peter, what’s up?” You asked, his nervousness was making you nervous.

“Uh, so listen,” he started, “we got our notebooks mixed up that night in the library-”

You could hear him after that, your own mortification was too loud to get past. Your face was burning and you silently wished for god to just smite you there.

“Y/n. Y/n, hey? Did you hear me?” Peter asks waving his hand in front of your face, he was blushing too now and you stood up.

“Did you read it?’ you ask quietly.

“Well I mean, yeah. That’s what I just-”

“Peter I’m so sorry, I understand if you don’t want me to talk to you again, it’s just a silly crush-” You cut him off Trying to apologize but he cut you off too, with his lips.

He kissed you sweetly, he didn’t push you to go further it was just a soft kiss to shut your mouth. He pulls away and you smile brightly at him..

“S-so? Uh, Do you want to maybe go on a date with me? Tonight?”


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Fics I’ve written since Sherlock series 4 aired:

In light of it being Sherlock positivity day, and also because I need to update my Guide to (My) Fics page anyway, I thought I’d make a post. I understand how hard series 4 rocked our fandom and how a lot of people felt the need to stop reading fic or found themselves unable to read ir or create it. That’s totally fine, I get that. But my (self-appointed) duty in this fandom has always been to fix: fix Reichenbach, fix series 3, and I’ve been continuing along those lines with series 4. Here are the fics I’ve written since series 4 began to air: 

1. These Four Walls
Posted: January 3rd, 2017
POV: John
Pairing/rating: Gen (background pairing of John/Mary, hints of John/Sherlock), mature
Length: 1,590 words
Summary/notes: Written after The Six Thatchers aired, this little story is just a look into what John must have been thinking during the episode. Just as after series 3, my fixing had to start with John, whose behaviour I found incredibly problematic throughout this series. This is just a little look at his frustrations and feeling of entrapment during TST

2. Exile
Posted: January 4th, 2017
POV: Sherlock
Pairing/rating: Gen (background pairing of John/Mary, hints of Sherlock/John), mature
Length: 4,247 words
Summary/notes: Also written after The Six Thatchers aired, this story goes with These Four Walls. It’s Sherlock, after John has pushed him away following Mary’s death, descending into a pit of despair as he contemplates having failed John and thereby losing him forever.

3. Where My Demons Hide
Posted: January 10th, 2017
POV: John
Pairing/rating: John/Sherlock, explicit
Length: 13,825 words
Summary/notes: Written after The Lying Detective, this is the first story I wrote wherein John apologises to Sherlock for his behaviour during that episode, specifically for the hospital beating. This story also shows John going back to Ella and trying to work through his feelings regarding Mary’s death, his own drinking, what to do about his child, and Sherlock.

4. A Satellite Out of Orbit
Posted: January 15th, 2017
POV: Ella
Pairing/rating: Sherlock/John, mature
Length: 6,512 words
Summary/notes: Also written after The Lying Detective, this story is a companion story to Where My Demons Hide. Told from Ella’s POV, it shows her meetings with Sherlock as he descends into drug use and despair over John, and his obsession with Culverton Smith. However, it bridges the first story and shows Sherlock and John coming in together afterward, too. I had such fun writing Ella in this little series!

5. Now That the Dust has Settled (We Can See the Stars)
Posted: January 13th, 2017
POV: Sherlock
Pairing/rating: Sherlock/John, mature
Length: 4,352 words
Summary/notes: Yes, so I wrote this one before A Satellite Out of Orbit, but I wanted to post those two together! This is the second of the three stories I wrote between TST and TLD! I had no idea what was going to happen in TFP, but I wanted to write something that was vague enough to gloss over those events and show a potentially happy outcome for Sherlock and John anyway, just to give us all a smattering of hope for the future despite our dread of TFP. We all thought that either Mycroft or Rosie might die in TFP, so I left out any reference to either one of them completely in this! It was written deliberately aiming to still function regardless of what happened in TFP, and I kind of think it still does, if you don’t ask too many questions about Rosie’s location, lol.

6. A Case for Domestic Propinquity
Posted: January 29th, 2017
Pairing/rating: Sherlock/John, explicit
POV: Sherlock
Length: 32,370 words
Summary/notes: My first post-series 4 fix-it! After His Last Vow aired, I sat around trying to digest it for about an hour, and then I buckled down and started writing Deductions of a Lesser Mind, which is a John POV, and I then posted the following day. But The Final Problem left me feeling so flat I wasn’t ever sure I’d want to write again.But I did. It took me a few days to get going, but this story is my first of what I can only assume will be MANY attempts to fill in the holes and fix the wrongs of series 4. This story focuses primarily on the after-effects and damages of series 4, rather than trying to unravel the mysteries of the events themselves. It focuses on getting Sherlock and John together at last, what to do about Rosie, how Sherlock’s family is doing after everything went down, etc. It opens with Sherlock and John repairing Baker Street and with it, their friendship. It also contains one of my favourite first kisses. 

7. Hell Hath No Fury
Posted: March 4-6, 2017
Pairing/rating: John/Sherlock, explicit
POV: Vee Holmes (Mummy) and John
Length: 53,170 words, 3 chapters
Summary/notes: If A Case for Domestic Propinquity was about mainly getting Sherlock and John together, this story was meant to go back to the series and dig into some of the inexplicable events therein. Divided between Vee Holmes (Mummy)’s and John’s perspectives, it’s almost a dual story that eventually joins. Vee’s parts look specifically at the Holmes family history: what, exactly, happened to Sherlock as a child, who or what Victor Trevor was, how the memory drug TD-12 is related to all of that, Uncle Rudy’s role in it all, and how all of that effects the current situation. John’s story looks at he and Sherlock cautiously rebuilding their domestic life together, all the while feeling as though they’re being watched. They are, and while working on a string of kidnappings around London, Rosie is also taken – by someone who is not as dead as she should be. It’s a complex, complicated plot, and devastating in places. Some parts of it hurt to write. Nevertheless, it ends as it should.

I wrote this story for my friend @totallysilvergirl, one of the absolute rocks and mainstays of my life.

8. From the Bottom of the Well
Posted: May 7th, 2017
Pairing/rating: John/Sherlock, explicit
POV: John
Length: 36,079 words
Summary/notes: My next point to tick off on my list of things to address regarding series 4 was the straightwashing of Sherlock Holmes via Irene Adler, and the imagery of John Watson being chained to the bottom of a well was just too perfect to resist. This is the leitmotif of the story, with John suffering recurring nightmares about being in the well again, all the while feeling the parallel keenly as he watches Irene Adler re-enter their lives and attempt to seduce Sherlock beneath his very nose. This is a story about John Watson learning to break his own chains at last.

9. Bridging the Ravine
Posted: June 11-13, 2017
Pairing/rating: Sherlock/John, explicit
POV: Sherlock
Length: 58,931 words (3 chapters)
Summary/notes: After all the previous fixing, I wanted to take a little break. I’ve never deliberately written a known trope before, but this one time I thought I would indulge, and wrote a going-undercover-as-a-couple story. In this story, Lestrade gets Sherlock and John to go undercover at a retreat centre that offers relationship counselling for same-sex male couples. My newest kink since series 4 aired has been to get these two some therapy, so this was a lot of fun! I loved creating the retreat centre, Ravine Valley, and I loved making these two finally talk! Honestly, I can’t think of the last time I enjoyed writing a story as much as this one! Between the spa services, the five-star chef’s menu, the physical setting, etc, it was just a nice world to be immersed in. Plus, I wrote a record number of original characters for it! I was really pleased that people liked them so much, too! There were, in total, 21 OC’s in this story, about 14 of which were fairly important to the plot! Fun times. I particularly adored writing the first kiss in this one, too! I’m currently writing a sequel to this.

So there you have it! It’s been rather difficult to be a fan of BBC Sherlock since series 4 aired, but we’re still here, we’re still writing and creating and meta-ing and talking and that’s a beautiful thing! <33333333333333333333333

13 Distressing Things From Doctor Who

1) Rose Tyler, I-
2) Donna Noble. Nuff said.
3) He didn’t want to go
4) Goodbye Raggedy Man
5) Soufflé Girl
6) Bill is the reason Cybermen have tears
7) Hello Doctor, its so very nice to meet you.
8) The Doctor had children. HAD children. Not anymore.
9) Except Jenny. Wait nope she died for a little bit there too.
10) Dr. Martha Jones saved the world and no one remembers
11) A Night on Darillium lasts 24 years. And it was one hell of a 24 years.
12) “Bad Wolf Girl, I could kiss you!” Ten: “Sorry, did you just say Bad Wolf?”
13) MICKEY SMITH IS THE TIN DOG

Bonus: Run You Clever Boy and Remember Me, except he didn’t.

While I’m working on comics (and requests that’ve piled up, sorry I’ve been so busy!) Meet my Rick OC, Mutt Rick!! :D

He’s a husky-gsd-??? -mix that the Smiths got from the dog pound after Snuffles passed away. The family calls him “grandpa Rick“ because of the white whiskers on his snout. He only accepts food from Beth, and always pees on Jerrys shoes. He’s too smart for his own good and listens to commands only when he feels like it. Rick is Morty’s best friend and they just adore each other.  They go on adventures together! :))