Hey!! I wanted to tell you that I love your art so much!! I hate to be [that person] that requests something but,, if the master could say something to himself as a child, what do you think that he would say?
Requested by anon: I
would like to request a Sherlock x reader where he has been drugged and how
he’s really cute and a little dirty towards her in front of John. Haha like
while “high”. Just super fluffy and cute and maybe a little smutty/implied
smut/ a little dirty haha. I get if you’re too busy or don’t feel like writing
it, no problem. Love you. & anon: I have a request for you (if youre still taking..?) so sherlock
and john gets drunk and sherlock starts hitting on (and gets kissy and touchy)
on reader which has been her girlfriend for months xD
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 2,026
Warnings: Just like in “The sign of three” this things gives a lot of twists.
A/N: Drunk Sherlock and Watson are my fave, I loved this so much!
Sherlock and John weren’t the kind of men to get drunk
every week, however and because of the stress they had been put through in
their last case, they decided to go to the bar together.
At first it was just beer and talking
and complaining, but then, someone recognized Sherlock and decided to put a
little something on his beer which, added up to what he had already drunk,
ended up turning him into a dizzy, slurry mess.
John was drunk as well, but for a
different reason: he had mixed tequila with beer.
They walked – stumbled – their way back
to Baker Street. It wasn’t even ten o’clock when that happened, so both (Y/N)
and Mrs. Hudson were up and sharing a cup of tea while the boys came back,
doing all kinds of strange noises as they walked in that called both women’s
“What are you two doing here?” Mrs.
Hudson asked as she and (Y/N) walked out to the stair case where John and
Sherlock were laying. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh at the image and the
sound of her laughter caught Sherlock’s attention.
“(Y/N)!” He cheered drunkenly, “AREN’T
YOU THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING ON EARTH?”
“Wow, someone’s loud tonight.” She joked
and Sherlock walked to her and held her tightly against his chest.
“You are sooooo beautiful!” He slurred,
“And so hot, would you be my girlfriend?”
“I am already your girlfriend, Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke
clamly, unable to contain the giggle that left her lips.
“I’m such a lucky man I’m jealous of myself …”
Sherlock cupped her face and started kissing her passionately, like never
before. (Y/N) tried to pull away but Sherlock’s grip was tight and it wasn’t
until he needed air that he let go off her.
“You’re so drunk!” She giggled.
“And you’re stunning.” Sherlock mumbled,
“Delightful, splendid, a Greek muse right in front of me! DATING ME!”
“Sherlock Holmes is a poet when he’s
drunk, what are the chances!” Watson spoke from behind, right before he bursted
in a dry laughter. Mrs. Hudson laughed with him and then both women dragged
what if aliens just dont understand the concept of taking non professional photos like selfies and sharing them on the internet? like "John-human, you see me all the time. I do not wish to take another 'selfie' with you."
John-human was not of the sub category photographer, though
they didn’t seem to be aware of that themself. No matter where they went, they
brought their little ‘smartphone’ with them, seemingly for the sole purpose of
photography. It was beyond irrational, especially considering that John-human
was well aware that they were of the sub category physicist.
“John-human, you see me all the time. I do not wish to
take another ‘selfie’ with you.” Cg’jlas said when the human suggested
another photograph being taken of the two. “I have important work to do, and
clearly you have a plethora of photographs of us together. What could you
possibly need another one for?” It was getting to the point of being irksome,
if xe were to be honest. None of the other humans seemed to consider the
behaviour odd though, so xe would have to tread carefully in case xe was
approaching cultural territory.
“It’s for my blog. I’ve got people asking to see another
picture of us together, and I thought this’d be a good place to take one. It looks
cool in here.” John-human said as if it was the most obvious thing in the
galaxy. To them it probably was.
“John-human, I am unfamiliar with some of these terms.” Xe
said, contracting xir twarikial tentacle in an obvious show of confusion. “What
is this ‘blog’, and why have other humans requested to see your photographs? Is
it not most common to enjoy photographs of humans who are well known in
general, or known to the human watching?”
“Oh, well, yeah? I guess, but we also like looking at pretty
people or cool people, or just pretty pictures, and it’s really you all the
fuss is about. They like seeing us together.” They said, elevating their
shoulders briefly. “A blog is like a content sharing site on the internet – you
remember when I told you about the internet, right?”
“Yes, it was quite… interesting. So you are not confused
about which sub category in which you belong?” Xe asked, hoping xe didn’t come
across as rude.
“You mean my job? No, I’m a physicist, why’d I be confused
about that?” They asked, doing what Cg’jlas had learned was referred to as a
“Because you seemed to be under the impression that you are
of the sub category photographer. I am relieved that there is no confusion,
John-human.” Xe said sincerely, making sure to have xir expression and posture
“What? No, they’re just selfies. Everyone takes them, it’s a
thing.” They said before proceeding to call one of their fellow humans over for
one of these ‘selfies’. They then moved on to show Cg’jlas how they ‘posted’
the photograph, and some they had already posted. It made very little sense,
but the fellow human seemed to be treat it as something normal, walking back to
their work station after agreeing that John-human could post their photograph.
They had asked to be ‘tagged’ in it, which xe had absolutely no idea what
meant, but xe didn’t particularly want to find out either. It would just have
to be another part of humans xe didn’t quite understand. It didn’t seem like an
important part after all, if a bit irksome at times when xe was trying to work
Responding to queries with unhelpful NPC stock phrases is a Sprite Meme mostly perpetuated by Davesprite and Hal to be annoying, although Nanna sometimes participates because you can never be too old for a good prank. Jade usually acts above it all, but one time Karkat interrupts her while she’s working on something and without turning around she says, “You have to be at least level 12 to talk to me” and the room explodes.
Cairo’s homosexuality posed one of the biggest obstacles to securing overall approval of the picture. Hammett didn’t mince words in the novel. “This guy is queer,” says Sam Spade’s secretary as she hands him an engraved card bearing his name - Mr Joel Cairo. He speaks in a “high-pitched thin voice,” carries “gaily colored silk handkerchiefs fragrant of chypre,” and walks in “mincing, bobbing steps.” … Hal Wallis realised that American audiences - not to mention the Hays Office - were not ready for a candid look at homosexuality, which traditionally drew laughs and jeers out front.
After seeing Lorre’s first day’s work, Wallis dashed off a memo to Huston: “Don’t try and get a nancy quality into him, because if you do we will have trouble with the picture.” Huston bent to Breen’s will. In the scene, Effie presents Cairo’s calling card to a bemused Spade, who holds it to his nose.
“Gardenia,” says Effie.
“Quick, darling, in with him,” replies Spade.
The rest Huston left to Lorre’s subtlety and the viewer’s imagination.
The svelte 137-pound Lorre who stepped before the camera seemed younger, fitter, swifter. More was asked of him and he asked more of himself. The role was the best of its kind to come his way in years and Lorre knew it.
“I’d often shoot a scene with Peter and find it quite satisfactory, nothing more,” recalled Huston -
But then I would see it on the screen in rushes and discover it to be far better than what I had perceived on the set. Some subtlety of expression was seen by the camera and recorded by the microphone that the naked eye and ear did not get. He’d be doing little things that the camera close on him would pick up that standing a few feet away you wouldn’t see. It was underplaying; it was a play that you would see if you were close to him, as a close-up, as a camera is close. Things would flicker there and burn up slightly, like a lamp, and then dim down, and come on again. You’re watching something as if it were in motion.
from The Lost One: A Life of Peter Lorre -Stephen D Youngkin
In your (amazing flawless stunning) Take A Break AU is Angelica still married to John? Will we see him? and Does Phillip know about the affair with Angelica and Alex. P.S I loved Hamgelica give Angelica a hug for me!
So way back when the 4x08 script was released, I thought of something that I can’t seem to let go…
On screen, the crew leaves Murphy tied up to the rocket and he screams out in agony.
In the original script, the crew does the same, and Murphy…. weeps.
Murphy was supposed to break down in tears and weep at the realization that he’s just lost Emori.
And now I’m starting to wonder… When have we ever seen John Murphy break down and cry on this show?
Seriously. We have never seen him shed more than a few tears at once. He’s never had a moment where he utterly let go, lost it, cried out every pain and suffering he’s ever been through.
Some may argue that this is a sign of strength, that it shows how he’s “not emotional or weak and doesn’t let life get to him” but I have to disagree because firstly thats toxic masculinity get it away from me if anything, it shows how he’s internalized.
Remember in 3x13 when Pike tore him and his family apart in the Earth Skills class but Murphy just sat there and took it? Even with everyone watching? Even when he physically attacked him? He didn’t do anything. He wasn’t about to lash out at Pike and spill out his whole life story. John didn’t want everyone knowing the real him. He didn’t trust them with it.
And yes, Murphy wanted the whole ‘tough guy’ persona and for people to fear him way back when, but that was only because at least I think he didn’t dare burden someone with his problems, his life, the real emotions he felt, the real person he wanted to be.
He just let everything build up.
And then he meets Emori, the one person on the planet who finally fucking understands him and has been through the same and who he can actually be himself around and its like holy shit, its you. It’s the person he’s been waiting for. Someone he can finally allow to get close to him instead of pushing them away. And you can bet everything you’ve got that he’s gonna do everything in his power to keep her here, and keep thinking that she was too good to be true.
Until he realized she was.
When you look back at it, many people on the show have broke down crying. Clarke when she lost Lexa, Octavia when she lost Lincoln, Raven when she lost Finn, Bellamy when he thought he lost Octavia, Monty when he lost Jasper… just to name a few. It’s a fairly common sight, and almost all of them pertain to the loss of a loved one. Never Murphy, though. He’s been through hell, but none of these events happened on screen, so I suppose it makes sense that we’ve never seen it. again with the internalizing though
Now he’s loosing her. The only person he’s ever wanted, and he’s loosing her. He did everything he could on this godforsaken earth to protect her, and he failed. She’s the only person who’s ever stayed, and now she’s gone. And they don’t care.
Murphy looks at her, hollow. Destroyed.
I just have to argue that Murphy crying here would have, in a way, been a more upfront way of expressing the severity of this loss. Both would have been even better but we didn’t focus enough time on him. After his past losses, he only felt anger, only saw the world in red, killed the hurt. But Emori found the sorrow in him. She showed him where his heart was, and for the first time in his life he acts not on his instinct to survive, but on his heart to live. With Emori, Murphy lived.
With Emori, Murphy found his heart- and now it’s breaking.
Title: The Promise (Mechanic!Dean x Reader, Best Friends AU). Part 1.
Summary: When Dean Winchester was a little kid, he met a girl that would change his life. So, he stood by her through thick and thin and every time people asked him what home was to him all he could think of was her beautiful smile and her big, bright eyes and the sound of her laughter. Because, like Melville used to say, his home was not down in any map. True places never are.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Mary and John Winchester (mentioned), Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Leslie (OFC, only mentioned), Lisa Braeden
Word count: 7217 (I know, I know, it’s a monster fic but I hope it’s worth it)
Warnings: Language. Lots of fluff. Angst. Divorche, mentions of an almost-fatal car accident and drunk driving, death of a parent. Kid Dean (trust me that should be a warning). Lots of feels.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats ‘s 2K Follower Challenge. Michelle, congratulations on your milestone, you deserve it so much!
Thank you for organizing this and for letting me participate. I had tons of fun writing this.
Now into the fic, my prompt was “
We’ll figure it out. We always do.” and it is included in the text below in bold. (This is an AU, written entirely from Dean’s POV and hopefully they’ll be more parts.)
Dean was five years old when he met the girl that would change his life.
Of course, he was too young to know it
then, but that didn’t stop Lady Luck from working her magic.
Everything started at the playground just a few blocks away from his
house. The little Y/H/C girl was there again that morning, just like the last
two times, jumping off the swing like she could fly, but Dean didn’t want to
leave his mum and his brother alone to go talk to her. So, he stayed away,
stealing glances every now and then, until another boy, older than him and
plainly mean, shoved her off the
swing and made her fall flat on her butt.
The girl gasped in surprise, her bottom lip wobbling and Dean knew he had to do something about it because he hated seeing girls cry; it reminded him
of that time his parents spent the entire night fighting, and of the next
morning, when his mother’s eyes were red and puffy and he had to hug her and
tell her that joke about the stick being brown and sticky to make her laugh.
So, the green-eyed boy walked to that annoying kid, told him to leave
her alone and when he didn’t listen and made fun of her again, Dean punched him
so hard that his stupid Pokemon hat
flew off and his whole face turned red.
A few seconds later, Stupid Hat
was leaving with his tail between his legs and Dean was turning towards the
girl that looked like a scared little bird, her big Y/E/C eyes wide open.
“Are you okay?” he implored, taking a step forward.
She nodded solemnly and looked down on the ground.
“Are you going to be mean to me like he was?” she asked.
Dean shook his head.
“No. He was an idiot. Here, give me your hand.” He said and she obeyed,
smiled shyly at him.