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guys i posted another yuri on ice fic!! check it out :))) please share and reblog, i’ll check out your acc!! much love :)

Petrichor

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 10,118

Genre: Fluff/Angst


You weren’t exactly sure when Min Yoongi had come into town.

To be quite honest, you didn’t even know when it was that he had first stepped into the coffee shop you worked at. It was hopeless attempting to remember each person who passed through the establishment, especially not when the interactions generally lasted less than a minute. The faces of the customers you encountered every single day just blended together, much like their orders of caramel macchiatos and green tea lattes. It was difficult to keep track of the cursory café connoisseurs, but you knew one thing was for certain.

He hadn’t been here before.

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three weeks.

fandom: girl meets world
pairing: riley matthews x lucas friar 
word count: 2,466
summary: the three weeks that riley is grounded are probably the worst three weeks of lucas’ life. // or lucas deals with a severe lack of riley in his life. 
notes: so this fic is a response to the latest gmw episode girl meets her monster!!! i decided to write a lil thing about lucas being all sad when riley is grounded so he can’t spend time with her and it ended up being a lot longer than expected, but hey i’m not gonna complain!! it’s far from the best thing i’ve ever written, but i hope you all enjoy it never the less! let me know what you think! 

All and all, the three weeks that Riley is grounded end up being some of the worst weeks of Lucas’ life. Alright, so he’s being a little dramatic, the entire year he was expelled from school and the months and months of living in love triangle limbo definitely were rougher and more exhausting, but that didn’t mean that the three weeks without Riley weren’t tough.

After weeks of living in bliss, spending afternoons and weekends at the Matthews’ house or sitting in Topanga’s with Riley, to suddenly have all their interactions limited to school, Lucas is pretty lost on what to do with himself. Them spending countless hours together outside of school wasn’t a new phenomenon that started when they started officially dating, Riley had always been one of Lucas’ go to people to spend time with, and while he loved spending time with Farkle and Zay, he needed a little bit of variety.

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Eight Nights

Fluffstravaganza commission, for a prompt by @flamingfoxninja, who wanted a canonically Jewish Pines family Hanukkah fic! Thanks for your patience, I had a lot of fun with this and I like how it turned out. Hopefully it was worth the wait.

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…Shehecheyanu, v'kiy'manu, v'higianu laz'man hazeh.

Mabel sang the last words of the blessing and held the bottom of the shamash over the first night’s candle to soften it. She then carefully pulled the sleeve of her sweater up before sticking the shamash back in place. She’d mentioned not wanting her recently-knitted sweater—a blue-and-white pattern decorated with candles and a dancing dreidel—to go up in flames, adding that she’d learned that lesson three Hanukkahs ago.

“Very nice, sweetie.” Stan smiled at her from his place on the couch.

“And now for the best part—presents!” Mabel grinned. “Mine are all upstairs, be right back!”

She hurried out the den and bolted for the stairs, nearly running into Soos on the way. Stan had noticed him hanging there while Mabel said the blessing, peeking his head in from the hall.

“Oop! Hi Soos!” Mabel chirped as she passed by, “…Aren’t you going to join us?”

“Is it okay if I do?” he asked. “I don’t wanna, y'know, intrude or anything.”

“Just get in here,” Stan called out in a gruff, annoyed voice. “We’ve already got a former Bunyanite and a guy who accidentally started his own religion sitting here. We can make room for a Catholic.”

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- five -

“There are a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there is only one reason why is should…” 


20 weeks

The buzz of my phone woke me up out of a dead sleep, the first decent sleep I had gotten in a full week and with an overly frustrated grumble, I reached over to my nightstand to blindly grab at my phone.

My stare was still blurry, infused with irritation as I blinked out the sleep but it didn’t take me more than a split second before my body was shooting up in my bed. All the air forced its way out of my slackened mouth in a gasp as I froze; my wide eyes glazing over as they read his texts again and again. No, I thought to myself, oh God please no.

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fic editsHiding Place (ao3) by @alivingfire​ ​ - E, 365k

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.
From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.
OR

the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

Warm Me Up pt. 11

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The day after the shooting, everyone was tense and quiet. The sky was clouded, it was cold, and it was windy. Nico hadn’t let him go since they left his room. The rumors of who had been the fatality circulated online. A few people had gone unheard from. Then one was confirmed.

Charles Beckendorf, a junior, someone Will had met during his orientation session. Will and Nico walked toward the café where someone was setting up a memorial shrine for Beckendorf next to an entrance with a roof over it to protect it from rain. They saw as a girl walked toward it, her pretty blue eyes wide and filled with tears, slowly as though she were in a trance.

As she neared the shrine, Nico’s hand gripped Will’s. A shriek pierced the air and Nico immediately hid himself in Will’s jacket, holding onto him tightly. Will held him protectively as he shivered. “Did you know him?” he asked.

“He was my RA,” Nico answered. “He was my orientation leader.” He looked up at him with his wide eyes, so dark brown and intense, filled with fear and uncertainty. Eyes that made Will forget where he was.

“Come on,” he said, starting for the café.

They heard someone call Nico’s name, and stopped. Annabeth went up to them, her eyes red and puffy. “Hey. You guys okay?” They nodded. She sniffed and hesitated. “Um… Percy was there. It was in the gymnasium.” She pushed her hair out of her face, wiping at her eyes as she did. “He’s… really distraught right now. Could you try to talk to him, Nico?”

“I don’t know how much help I can be,” he answered. He glanced over her shoulder and Will followed his gaze. Percy was sitting on a step, his head bent down, his hands in his hair. He was trembling, shaking his head. The girl’s sobs were the only thing heard aside from the wind. “I’ll see… what I can do,” he said, frowning. He glanced at Will and Will nodded, letting him go.

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eruthiawenluin  asked:

What if Sam and Magda have the same Zanna

  • [ Whyyyy? I blame this on you. Here, have some feels. ]

Being an imaginary friend is serious business; Sully should know. 

There’s always something left over after it ends, always a faint awareness of his kids. His kids. The other Zanna sometimes shake their heads. “Don’t prod,” they say, “It fades.” It’s not good to hold on so tightly, they tell him. Job like this, it takes a lot out of you—seeing all that pain and trying to bring brightness, trying to paint bright colors over all the ugliness. Zanna can’t get drunk. Forget, they say. Let go. Especially ones like Sam, the messy ones. 

Move on. You give all of yourself to every kid, but you’ve gotta have the sense to take it back when it’s over or they’ll break you.  But maybe these kids deserve to have someone break for them.

Sully felt when Sam died the first time, and the second time. He felt when Sam jumped into Hell and left the plane the Zanna operated on. A flutter—a blink, and Sam was gone, like a TV turned off.

They tell Sully he’s wrong to hold on like this, that Winchesters break everything they touch. Sully knows better, of course. Sam has always been a hero; that will never change.

Sully was with Magda for only a few days, a special case no one else dared to touch. Too old, a lot of them said of the regressed, suffering mind that had all but cried out to them. Too unstable, too dangerous, that one, with the powers to detroy Zanna if she wished. Lonely, despairing, lost. Can’t help every kid. Save your resources for the ones you can actually save.

She reminded him of Sam, so Sully went.

She found solace for just a few days before her mother had caught her talking to him. “Demon,” the woman had whispered when she saw her daughter speaking to empty air. “Consorting with demons.”

Magda had bled out her penance for finding peace with him. Sully knew when he wasn’t wanted, when his presence caused more harm than good. He left.

Magda was crossed off the list of potentials as a mutually destructive relationship. Didn’t mean Sully couldn’t still sense her sometimes, that bone-deep despair and self-hatred. (Like Sam, so much like Sam.)

He felt when she met Sam, felt something like light growing in him, two souls mending each other. He had never hated the bond, but he never loved it more than when he felt two of his kids bring each other such frail, tentative joy.

He feels them part, better for having met, feels the pain he never quite healed in Sam scabbing over, senses a hope within Magda he barely thought possible.

Sully cherishes that while it lasts, and he feels good.

He senses Magda fading, of course.

He’s by her side in an instant, just by thinking it. Benefits of the bond, if you hold onto it.

“It’s all right,” he says, stroking her hair as she fades. He doesn’t let her hear the tears that threaten his voice. “You told me you believed in heaven, right?” 

He watches a Reaper appear, stares her down as she settles in front of Magda, gaze steady. She’s calm and self-possessed, with a leather jacket and tall boots and warm, dark skin. 

He’s only a Zanna, but he’ll make sure this Reaper takes Magda where she belongs, he swears it. The reaper stares at him, raises an eyebrow, and nods, as if amused by his helpless defiance. 

Sully turns back to Magda. “Well, that’s where you’re going. You’re going right to heaven, Magda. You’ve always been so good. Here,” he whispers. He feels Magda’s soul let go of her redundant body, heart no longer beating. “Here. This lady’s gonna bring you home. You’ll be so happy there.”

Magda looks at him, and she smiles.

“Come on,” the Reaper says, and when Magda takes her hand, Sully watches her soul spiral upward in a blaze of light. The Reaper nods, once, and disappears, leaving Sully on the ground with the vacant, bloodied body of his girl.

Let go, they’ve always told him. It’ll drive you mad to hold on to them. Zanna live too long to tie themselves to every assignment. 

And maybe they’re right. His record is the spottiest of them all. Maybe he’s sewn so much of himself into his kids that they take it with them whenever they go.

He remembers her smile as she faded, though, remembers meeting Sam last year, remembers the warmth Sam’s meeting with Magda brought to both of them, feeling the both of them grow because of it.

No, he’ll never regret any of it. He’ll see every last one of them off if he has to, break himself open for every beautiful soul. 

These are his kids. They deserve that much.

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500+ Followers…WTF?!

I can’t believe that over 500 of you are following little old me!  I meant to say thank you at 100 and 200 and 300 and so on, but this all happened so quickly :)

THANK YOU for following, re-blogging, messaging, commenting, kudos, reading etc.  I am so eternally grateful to this fandom for welcoming me with open arms, and for being such a strange and beautiful group of kind, supportive and creative odd-balls. This fandom really helped bring me back to myself after a long period of floundering and forgetting, and I will always love you for it.

I thought I’d try my hand at a FANFIC GIVEAWAY!  Bear with me as I muddle my way through. The winner can give me a prompt or work with me on one :)  Guidelines are:

  • Must follow me
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  • Winner will be chosen by random number generator
  • I write traditional Hannigram…it can be smut of fluff or whatever, but I’ve never done AU… Maybe 1000 words (give or take?)
  • I’ve only posted collaborative stuff, but you can see it on AO3
  • If you prompt me something I really think I CAN’T write, please be open to some conversation about it, but I’m game for a lot :)
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I want to give a special great big kiss to @idonthaveyourappetite !!! I love writing and talking with you, and our many many Hannigrams always make my day. Love and infinite hugs to you murder bestie! XOXOXO

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She Should Be
  • **221B Baker Street. Sherlock and Archie are sitting on the couch, with his laptop on the coffee table in front of them. Rosie is dozing in her Moses basket next to Sherlock.**
  • Archie: *browses through crime scene photos* Is Dr Hooper coming over?
  • Sherlock: *on his phone* Yes. *glances at Archie with a smile* Molly's promised to bring a heart after work. We're experimenting on it once your parents pick you up.
  • Archie: *nods* My mum watches this show called 'Murdoch Mysteries'. It's about Detective Murdoch, who's like you if you were a Canadian copper in the old-timey era.
  • Sherlock: What kind of 'old-timey' era? Regency? Victorian? Edwardian?
  • Archie: Victorian, I think.
  • Sherlock: *types on his phone* What about this Murdoch character?
  • Archie: He uses new, scientific methods to solve murders, just like on 'CSI'. But his methods are only called that cos they're in the Victorian era and his boss prefers old-school ways of solving murders.
  • Sherlock: *puts his phone down next to his laptop* What does that have to do with Molly coming over later?
  • Archie: Detective Murdoch has a girlfriend. She looks at the corpses at crime scenes and works on them at the morgue to find out what killed them and stuff. They get along great as friends. She supports him all the time, and he trusts her skills and knowledge. She helps him out a lot too. Dr Ogden's like Dr Hooper. That's why she's your girlfriend!
  • Sherlock: *stares at Archie* Molly isn't my girlfriend!
  • Archie: *turns to Sherlock* She's not?! *stares at the photo of a severed head* *frowns* Oh. *glances at Sherlock and shrugs* She should be.
  • Molly: *walks in carrying a small cooler* Hello, boys! *looks sheepish when Rosie starts to fuss* Whoops! *goes over to the basket to pick up the crying baby* Sorry, Rosie!
  • Sherlock: *stands up* *takes the cooler from Molly* She'll need feeding soon, so I'll go warm her bottle.
  • Sherlock & Molly: *work together to change Rosie's nappies, feed her, and put her back to sleep*
  • Archie: *opens folder of more gruesome photos* *mumbles to himself* Yep, she's his girlfriend.
  • **Later, after the Watsons and Archie's parents pick up the kids.**
  • Sherlock: *gathers Molly in his arms and kisses her*
  • Molly: *kisses him back after a moment* *gives him a shocked look when they come up for air* Wh-what was that for?!
  • Sherlock: *smirks* Archie helped me realise something.
  • Molly: Realise what?
  • Sherlock: That you should be my girlfriend. Or wife, if you pref––Mmmmmmmph!
  • Molly: *snogs the daylights out of him*
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I do love Shadamy…but the fanfic are just…..

A Thousand Moments {a shallura shortfic}

Rating: G/T (some sexual references)

Words: 1500

Notes: So @mayuuunaise posted about Shallura-as-exes in the shallura tag {here}, and I don’t have impulse control so here’s 1500 words of angsty regretful pining I guess. Also I based my description of Older Shiro on @herrolddrawsthings picture of Shiro with a beard {here} because I’m weak and predictable and I have a beard kink. And yes I also leaned on my own Shiro-is-Altean-and-can-do-magic theory because again, I do not have impulse control. Enjoy!

{Also on AO3}


Allura fiddled with the engagement band around her wrist, her thumb rubbing over each stone set into the slim metal bracelet. It did nothing to alleviate her nerves. She chewed at her bottom lip as she stood on the grand steps of New Altea’s Royal Palace, surveying the ranks of the Peace Guard lined up across the courtyard. The deep blue of their uniforms offset the gold highlights of their belts and sashes, and for a moment she imagined herself back in old Altea, before the war and Zarkon and her ten-thousand-year sleep.

She shook her head to clear the rush of nostalgia. No time for that sort of thing. Not today.

Over the horizon, the Voltron Lions emerged into view. They flew in formation, a tight V that swung low over the Royal Palace, roaring in the dazzling sunlight. The assembled crowd cheered in appreciation as the Lions circled back around and landed at the far side of the courtyard.

Prince Romin leaned down to murmur in Allura’s ear: “You look nervous.”

“It’s an important day,” she replied, trying to keep her voice even. She silently cursed herself for fidgeting, and forced her hands down to her sides in a suitably regal pose. She didn’t need Romin’s scrutiny. Not today of all days.

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Happy Stoniversary

by Loyalty2WayStreet


Summary:  Every year, Harvey and Mike indulge in a little tradition. Each year they skirt closer and closer to that invisible line. What happens when they finally cross it?  (Explicit)

Find it on AO3 here.


                                                      5+1 Things

1.  2012


Three things happen when Harvey Specter gets stoned; he loses his inhibitions, becomes very touchy feely and lastly, he gets super horny.  As a rule, he doesn’t get stoned.  But Harvey trusts Mike, and the kids Grammy just died, so he lights the damn joint and smokes up, in a show of support.

Mike has a colourful history with weed, so when he gets stoned, he still gets high, still gets horny and giggles his ass off and maybe gets a little clumsy, but because of his eidetic memory, he can mostly still function as an average human.

It’s Harvey that brings up pissing in somebody’s office, and Mike is delighted.  Stoned Harvey is life, and Mike can’t get enough of him, he thinks this might have been what Harvey was like back in college because he looks and acts so boyishly, a broad grin lighting up his face.  They come up with a plan of attack on Hardman, and Mike volunteers to down the Gatorade.

On their way to the firm, Harvey pulls and pushes Mike around like he’s a toddler, he even reaches across in the cab and fastens his seatbelt.  Mike thinks it’s weird and it must show on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Harvey asks, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

“Nothing really, you’re just super tactile and very DIY when you’re stoned,” he answered, watching Harvey closely.

Harvey started laughing, and those four perfect creases at the corner of each eye that Mike loves, appear.

“You’re right, that’s pretty much my M.O. when I’m high,” he replied, as he reached over and ruffled Mike’s hair.

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I would like a fanfic where Steve gives Tony the usual “You’re not disciplined, you don’t take orders well, and you rely too much on your armor” spiel….

Natasha: Ho don’t do it –
Steve: So I’m going to teach you hand-to-hand fighting.
Natash: Oh my god

And they go to the mats, and Steve starts off slow with a couple of demonstration moves, and Tony nods along very focused and very poker-faced, and then they try an actual fight and Tony just destroys him.

For like half an hour Tony kicks his ass around the room, Steve can’t get a hand on him. And finally Steve’s like “What…the fuck” and Tony’s like “Who told you I couldn’t defend myself outside the suit? You know I wasn’t born in it, right? I mean Howard was good but he wasn’t that good.”

Steve: *bewildered face*
Natasha: *sips tea*

(She filmed it on her phone to show Clint and Bruce later.)

a 6 part smutty niall novella

Taking in a deep breath, I turned and let my stare filter around the open span of the area before I scraped my teeth along my painted bottom lip and slowly began to make my way up to Niall. My brown suede ankle boots lightly clicked down the hard wood floors of his hallway, the thump of my heart increasing with each step I took closer to his half opened bedroom door.  

Stopping right outside of it, I lightly tapped my knuckles on the door letting the pressure push it all the way open and I tipped my head to the side, peeking in as I was eager to see him. The side of my shoulder leaned onto the door frame as Niall eased into sight; sitting right on the edge of his bed facing me as if he was just patiently waiting for this exact moment the entire time. My arm dropped back down to my side and I bit at my lip as my eyes filtered over him, his big blue eyes stuck to me with absolutely no intention of moving.

He was dressed in a simple white tee and soft black jogger shorts, his almost completely brown hair disheveled and sticking up all over the place. He had grown out his beard; the hairs long and dark across his jaw and I thought to myself that the last time I had seen him, he had almost totally bleached hair and was pretty much clean shaven. This was a new Niall, a different Niall. Niall was a man now and he was certainly playing into it with everything he had.

I quietly watched his big palms run down the tops of his thighs as the pulse of his stare, his pupils growing darker by the second, dragged down from my head to my toes. I had made sure to throw on a short little sundress before I left my house, wanting to grant him as easy access as I could, but knowing it really wouldn’t last long enough anyway. Clothes were pretty much a frivolous formality when it came to Niall and I. They just didn’t exist in our world.

“Holy shit…you look amazin’.”

part 1 posting friday dec.16th @ 6pm est!

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Quiet

There was a solitary feel on the street, there, in the midst of suburbia. A sky so black it was like a shroud, threatening to suffocate the stars. The street was a less intimidating grey, but no less bleak. Rubble and cracks adorned the asphalt. Each house was neatly placed and orderly, with the smallest of front gardens, buried under at least three feet of snow.

Lily stood in the very middle of the scene, with her hands buried deep in her coat pockets. She was smiling, of course, for the sole reason that it was snowing.

When she tilted her head back to let the flakes kiss her skin, her hat fell off.

She didn’t seem to notice. But James did.

“I can see why you’d rather come here, than stay at school,” he called out.

Her revere was shattered. She turned to him, in shock and perhaps a bit of irritation for having disturbed the peace. “Can you?” challenged she, ever the wilful, and not one to give him the satisfaction of thinking that he had startled her.

“Yes,” he said. “It’s almost… alive.”

At that, her brows furrowed, and so he elected to elaborate. “Like the silence breathes.”

Lily snorted. “Poetic.”

“Well, we do live in a world of magic.”

He walked up next to her, and retrieved her hat from the street. There was no thank-you. Lily tilted her head back again, and James did so as well, trying to hone in on the source of the most imagined buzz.

“If this were a black and white movie,” said Lily, “the colours wouldn’t change.”

James frowned. “What’s a movie?”

There was a blatantly amused look on her face when she cocked her head toward him, smirking, with an eyebrow raised. “Nothing,” she said.

“Well, either way, your hair is still red.”

“Not in this light.”

James pursed his lips and, defiantly, retrieved his wand from his sleeve. With a slight tap against the air the tip was lit, and so, it seemed to him, was Lily’s hair.

“Don’t,” she reprimanded, facing him properly for the first time. “Don’t add proper magic to this place.”

“Is that what you’re here for?” inquired James, dryly.

She rolled her eyes. “You know that isn’t what I meant.”

He took away the light. “No, I know. Sorry.”

Her lips defied her as one corner quirked up into a smile. “Happy Christmas, James.”

Daringly, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Happy Christmas, Evans.”

cigarette smoke, chocolate and home.

fandom: girl meets world
ship: riley matthews x lucas friar
word count: 5,259
summary: “Lucas could feel his heart beating in his chest and he had to take a deep breath to get himself under control. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath. He was so fucked.” // or two broken delinquents fall in love. 
series: part 2 in the delinquents au 
notes: hellllllo friends!!! so not only is this the longest one shot i’ve ever written, but it’s a piece that i’m super super proud of. if anyone read my last one shot (we are the crazy kids) which is a delinquents au centered around rucas and zac/maya (an oc maya ship), then this is the one shot focused on how riley and lucas ended up getting together in that universe. however, you don’t really need to read that one shot to understand this one (however pls do if you wish #selfpromo). this fic is part of an ongoing series of one shots set in this au, so you’ll definitely be seeing more of this story from me, because i love it. i’m super proud of this and definitely would appreciate any feedback y’all want to give me!! 

this is also highkey dedicated to korry for being the best hc partner around. 

The first time he saw her, she was leaning against the cold brick of their high school, her foot pressed against the wall and her fingers holding a cigarette to her pursed lips. He hates those death sticks, but he has never been more jealous of an inanimate object as she brings it between her lips, and he’s mesmerized as she blows the smoke away, her lipstick covered lips smiling as she watches the smoke float, up, up, away into the blue sky above.

It didn’t take her long to feel his eyes on her and once the smoke had cleared, she swiveled her head to look at him, her mouth falling from a smiling. He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed about being caught staring, in fact he dared himself to meet her eyes, a smirk appearing on his face as they looked at each other.

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You Really Shouldn’t Have (Sherlock x reader) Valentine’s day

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone! I know I promised to give you a fanfic spam (it’s coming alright) but I really wanted to give you this one fix on time. This represent my ideal thinking of Valentine’s day and since there ain’t even much of these (usually it’s Sherlock and him only hating on this specific day) so let’s change things up a bit? Hope you enjoy this on some level. I’m a real hater, alright. Sorry for that. 

You were peacefully sitting on your boyfriend’s armchair, the black leather warmed up by your body heat, the day’s newspaper in your hands that you had found on the table. You figured no one in the house had yet to read it, it had been carelessly thrown on the table, the pages slightly of place as it had landed on the wooded furniture. It had been on top of all the other post from today so it was more important than the letters and commercial flies. You found some of the articles interesting as well, but doubted they were the reason Sherlock wanted to read the paper.

When you heard the front door open, John chatting with Sherlock you still didn’t lift your eyes from the paper. You let your eyes wonder over a review of a new restaurant just a ten minutes walk from Baker Street. That of course wasn’t what had drawn you to read.

”Good morning, (Y/n).” John chuckled and you could hear amusement through his voice. You smiled back at him over your paper wishing the same for John as you positioned yourself better on the chair, pulling your legs to you, crossing them.

Sherlock stood next to you and a pink blur came to your view. You turned your head to your left, seeing a huge bouquet of flowers of different kinds on the hand of your boyfriend. ”There.” Sherlock muttered as if he was doing something against his will, something that irked him more than anything in the world. Your gaze climbed up his hand, to meet his face. He moved the flowers closer to you, begging you to take them. You put the paper aside and took the flowers, your brows furrowed at what was going on.

”Thank you?” You more of asked. You looked at the flowers again. There were probably five different shades of pink in them, each darker and lighter than the other. ”What’s this for?” You questioned and looked at John and then Sherlock. The smile on John’s face disappeared by your statement and he looked at you in a way he did when Sherlock said something stupid. Like when he once again proved him how incapable he was of feeling empathy. Sherlock on the other hand rolled his eyes and let an exaggerated sigh like the drama queen he was.

”Even if I hate eventful days and holidays, it does not mean I don’t remember them.” He looked down on you, irritatedly. ”Did you really think I would forget Valentine’s day?” He snapped waving his hands in anger. His hairs moved when he shook his head violently, and you could hear John clear his throat, trying to signal Sherlock he was getting too far.

So that is what it was all about! You let out a long ”oooooh” in realization and laugh, ”It’s Valentine’s day!” You admit to yourself.

Now John and Sherlock were both staring at you as if you had said something wrong. They looked at each other, then their intense stare returning towards you. You got up from the couch, the rug under your bare foot warming your chilly toes. You walk to the kitchen and take one of Sherlock’s measuring glasses, big and tall enough for the bouquet and fill it with warm water.

”I totally forgot.” You laughed by yourself, then going over and giving Sherlock a kiss on the cheek. ”You shouldn’t have.” You chuckled. You started taking his coat and folding it over the backrest of a chair next to the desk behind Sherlock’s seat. ”And I mean it when I say you shouldn’t have.” You assured Sherlock, how dumbfoundedly sat on his chair.

”You forgot Valentine’s day?” John was first to talk from the two men in the room. He couldn’t come up with a girl in his mind who would forget a day as such. He could make a list of men on the other hand that never bothered to pay attention to a day dedicated to appreciating your loved ones and friends.

”I try my best.” You shrugged, standing next to Sherlock’s desk, leaning your butt against the wood to support you. ”I actually hate Valentines day.” You admitted, shamefully smiling. Sherlock looked at you over his shoulder, he was as surprised as John of finding out you were one of the rare girls who didn’t like Valentine’s day.

”You are telling me I bought those flowers for nothing? You wouldn’t had even mentioned the whole Valentine’s day if I wouldn’t have brought it up?” He was bewildered. You nodded after giving it a thought. Then your eyes opened wide. You let your eyes fix on Sherlock and hurried to ask, ”Please tell me the flowers are the only way of celebrating this awful day.”

”Of course it is. And if I would’ve known you dislike this horrible event I wouldn’t have bothered with the flowers.” He turned his head towards John again, you chuckled at your boyfriend. You were now speaking for you and John by saying, ”I honestly thought you would forget this day, or do your best not to bring it up.” You walked by, kissing the top of Sherlock’s head and said, ”I’ll go take a shower.” And you walked to the bathroom.

”You said she would like the flowers!” Sherlock snapped at John who raised his hands up in defense.

”How should’ve I known she doesn’t like Valentine’s day? Every normal girl likes Valentine’s day.” John thought for a second and then said, ”Then again I guess she isn’t normal, she is dating you for example.” Sherlock pulled his head back, slightly offended by his friend’s statement.

John took a seat across from Sherlock, leaning closer and then saying with a low voice, ”This girl is like made for you Sherlock. You have to realize that.” And that Sherlock did, even if it had come to him as a surprise just how well you two fit together, especially after the flower incident. ”And you should cancel that reservation you made at the restaurant.” John reminded.

”Yes, of course.” Sherlock agreed and took his phone out in a hurry.