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shameless au

Lip: have you ever thought, Mick, that just maybe Ian can’t love you like you love him?
Mickey: the fuck does that mean?
Lip: I mean, Monica couldn’t love Frank. Couldn’t take care of us. She wasn’t wired right.
Mickey: so maybe Ian’s gotta couple wires crossed, don’t mean he can’t love me. Don’t mean he can’t fight it, I can’t be there to fight it with him. I swear to god, Gallagher.
//Mickey pins Lip against the wall//
Lip: man, don’t get mad at me. I’m trying to help you out, okay? //Lip puts his hands up, falling way to Mickey. Showing he doesn’t want a fight. Mickey turns, punching the wall next to Ian’s bed//
Mickey: I love him, man. I love everything about the fucker. He’s crazy as hell and I know I’ve probably fueled his crazy instead of fix it, but I just want to make sure he’s okay. Protect him. Give him everything the world has to offer.

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I fell in love with his laugh first. Not quite with the way it sounded, but the way I could recognize the sound from rooms away. The sound infatuated every cell in my body.

Then I obsessed over his touch. The way his hand moved up and down every part of my body sending up goosebumps within every inch of every hair follicle on my skin.

Next was the way his mouth formed when he spoke my name. The way each syllable rolled off the tip of his tongue- and the way my name sounded under different circumstances during our duration.

It was eventually his body. The way each curve formed out to fit mine- holding me tight while I dreamt of what it would be like if he were to never let go.

Lastly- the little things in-between. The way he always said sorry after sneezing, or the way he would pick fights with how high our GPA’s were. The way he would stare at me in the middle of class, and the way his face lit up anytime baseball was brought up into conversation. The pain I could see behind his eyes when he talked about his dad, or the pride in his voice when he spoke of Canada. The way his love for God showed through in everything he did, and the way he tried to express his feelings without becoming ‘less of a man.’ The way he took interest in my passions- running and ballet, even when really, he knew nothing or the sorts. He was wonderful. What happened to him? What could’ve possibly turned him into what he is today?

First, it was the nudes. 'Just take off your clothes’ he would say. 'No one will find out’ he would say. 'Just two pictures i swear.’ Right. 'Just’ two pictures.

Then, it was the constant movie dates. The way I’d always find his hands trying to maneuver around my leg and up my thigh. 'Stop.’ I would say. He would stop. I thought it would end. I thought everything would be okay. I thought my dream was still a dream.

Next were the awkward questions. Was I planning on saving myself until marriage, or would I ever consider losing it earlier 'for him’? 'Babe, we’ll be together forever, so why not?’ That was June.

Finally, the word got out about what he was trying to pressure me into. Word got out about the nudes that could have or couldn’t have happened. Word got out about him wanted sex. Oops. Sorry, my bad. There was no fight. No closure. It was just- over…done…and forgotten. But was it? Is it?

I think it was the way summer changes people. It was the way summer 2016 changed him. He’s just a boy. A foolish, thirsty boy. But oh my God, how I loved that boy. Oh, how i still love that boy.

-excerpt number 45 on everything about you

Dear the little girl who never got to live past 16

I wanted to say that I am sorry.
I’m not sorry for this journey or for choosing to be happy.. Not at all.
But I am sorry that you’ll never wear a wedding dress or call yourself a bride.
Never will you grow another life inside of your belly and you’ll never hear the words “mommy” directed at you.
You won’t be a Yiayia (grandmother) with a short gray bob cut and pink slippers and for that I am so sorry.
But I can promise you that you didn’t die for nothing.
I will be an astounding father. My children will never not know their dad. God damnit I will be at ever show…every game…every recital…every everything.
I will be a husband like no other I swear to you my wife will never feel unloved like you watched your mom go through for so long.
I will be the best and coolest Papou (grandfather) and I will always slide my grandkids dollars and green lollipops like my Papou did for me.
I’ll be great. God I’ll be great.
I’m so sorry you had to die but you did it so that the man inside of you could get a shot at living.

Oh man I cut you and I burned you and I screamed at you from the other side of the mirror for so many years and I am so sorry that I never told you gently that you were doing your best. That I LOVED you. That you were trying so very hard for us to stay afloat. And guess what?
You did it. You got us there.
I know that you’d never believe it but I regret hurting you so greatly.
Because even though it didn’t seem like it I loved you Alexis Kristina.
I loved you.
Thank you for all of your time.
Sincerely, 19 years later, a better reflection.
Yours truly,
Hayden Kristopher

One of the lipstick prince guys: *looks at female guest for more than two seconds while doing her make up*

200 Sentence Prompts!

message me a number and a guy/girl (hamilsquad or hamilcast) and I’ll write a fic!! (p.s I used feminine pronouns for these but if you want me to use masculine/gender neutral pronouns just tell me in your request and I’ll use them :))

1. “I kinda sorta maybe like you.”
2. “You’re my favorite person.“
3. “You know that, right?”
4. “I’m gonna kill you!”
5. “What the fuck happened here?”
6. “Please…don’t go.”
7. “Stay the night?”
8. “You’re such a loser.”
9. “Why do you hate me?”
10. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
11. “How dare you?”
12. “Excuse me?”
13. “Make me.”
14. “Can you not?”
15. “Care to explain?”
16. “Okay…sounds fake but okay.”
17. “Why are you filming?”
18. “Delete that. Immediately.”
19. “You spent $340 on what?”
20. “Why. Just…why.”
21. “Oh, and by the way? I love you.”
22. “You look so good in that.”
23. “If you want me to stop, then say so. But I don’t think you want me to.”
24. “I respect a slice of cheese more then I respect you.”
25. “Currently dying. Bye.”
26. “Don’t touch me.”
27. “Get the hell away from me.”
28. “I haven’t stopped listening to Taylor Swift for eight months because of you.”
29. “If that’s not dedication I don’t know what is.”
30. “How do I put this simply? I despise you.”
31. “Put that thing back where it came from or so help me God!”
32. “What are you wearing?”
33. “You’re being ridiculous!”
34. “You’re just like them!”
35. “What song is this?”
36. “That might just be the worst pick up line I have ever heard. Congrats.”
37. “You have invented a new kind of stupid.”
38. “I sure don’t remember having a dog.”
39. “Why are you under a table?”
40. “Where are you?”
41. “I’m dead. Bring donuts.”
42. “Are you bleeding?”
43. “How often does this happen?”
44. “Oh my God, someone call an ambulance/medic!“ (depending on the time period)
45. “Did you just hiss at me?”
46. “You can’t spend the rest of your life inside.”
47. “Watch me.”
48. “I have a presentation in the morning, and I’d very much appreciate if I didn’t have to listen to your emo music all night.”
49. “Is that my shirt?”
50. “Can I have my stuff back?”
51. “You broke my heart.”
52. “________ is rolling in their grave right now.” “…________ isn’t dead?” “They are to me.”
53. “I’m sorry I kicked you in the balls. It might happen again.”
54. “Nobody cares??”
55. “Are you drunk?”
56. “You’re drunk.”
57. “You’re a woman?”
58. “…you have a sister?”
59. “You’re their sister?”
60. “FIGHT ME.”
61. “I’m Kanye and you’re Kim.” “Don’t insult Kanye like that.“
62. “Get out!”
63. “Please don’t hurt him!”
64. “Please, don’t hurt yourself.”
65. “I can’t take it anymore!”
66. “That’s gotta hurt.”
67. “…you set off the smoke alarm while smoking weed?”
68. “Why are the windows fogged up?”
69. “Don’t check my browser history. I haven’t been watching porn, I’ve just been marathoning Dance Moms for the past week and I don’t want you to see the extent of my shame.”
70. “It’s an honor to meet you.”
71. “It’s you. It’s actually you.”
72. “I love your tattoos.”
73. “Go to prom with me?”
74. “Did you just admit you love me over text? Lame.”
75. Hahahahahahahahahahahavesexwithmehahahahahahahahahaha.”
76. “Come back to bed?”
77. “Sing it!”
78. “Everyday is Halloween if you’re dedicated.”
79. “OTP.”
80. “Just make out already.”
81. “Can I do your makeup?”
82. “I can fight my own battles.”
83. “Get out.”
84. “Get help!”
85. “Hey, hey, hey, stay with me.”
86. “Hold my hand.”
87. “I think your parents like me more than they like you.”
88. “Can I have your number?”
89. “Fuck it up!”
90. “You’ve ruined everything!”
91. “It’s all your fault!”
92. “Why are you wearing a tutu?”
93. “Nobody needs to know.”
94. “It’s yours.”
95. “It’s not yours.”
96. “I’m yours.”
97. “I am nobody’s but my own”
98. “Talk to me like that again and I’m leaving.”
99. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
100. “Fix your lipstick, put on your heels, and let’s get going.”
101. “Please tell me you’re not courting him.”
102. “We need to be quiet.”
103. “You don’t understand.”
104. “What were you doing in there?”
105. “I’m fine.”
106. “We’re not fine!”
107. “Everything is falling apart at the seams!”
108. “You wanna come over here and say that to my face?”
109. “This means nothing.”
110. “You sure about that?”
111. “Can you come over?”
112. “Are you…naked?”
113. “That’s the weirdest thing you could possibly say in this situation!”
114. “What were you thinking?”
115. “You could have died!”
116. “Where is she?”
117. “I’ll do anything.”
118. “Please don’t hurt her.”
119. “You’re going to be a father.”
120. “I’m so sorry it had to be this way.”
121. “Hold me back!”
122. “Okay so you gotta hold me back so it looks like I’d really fight them, okay? No matter what I do, don’t let go.”
123. “I love you, asshole!”
124. “I’ve loved you ever since you pantsed the principal on the last day of senior year.”
125. “You should have told me.”
126. “Please don’t leave me.”
127. “I waited for you.”
128. “You broke a promise.”
129. “If you walk out right now it’s over.”
130. “Keep it in your pants, for crying out loud!”
131. “What if someone hears?”
132. “Everyone heard.”
133. “Everyone knows.”
134. “You’re so in love with her it’s embarrassing.”
135. “Don’t throw away your shot.”
136. “You stalled. He didn’t. Deal with it.”
137. “If I never see you again, I want you to know I love you.”
138. “What do you mean she’s missing?”
139. “It’s you.”
140. “That was not supposed to be sent to you.”
141. “Those were pot brownies.”
142. “As a man of the law, I’ll have you know I strongly oppose illegal substances.” “As your girlfriend, I’ll have you know I really don’t care.”
143. “She’s pregnant?”
144. “What did they do to you?”
145. “I’m going to kill him.”
146. “You deserve so much better”.
147. “Take it off.”
148. “I’m an independent ass woman, and I can do it myself.”
149. “You’re a grown ass man, and you still can’t take a bra off?”
150. “Kinkshaming is my kink.”
151. “And now I have a hickey. Thanks.”
152. “Who gave you that hickey?”
153. “Can you please stop giving me hickeys?”
154. “Get in, loser. We’re going shopping.”
155. “We are not naming our child after my rival.”
156. “I’m about to go into labor and the father isn’t here. So yeah, I’m not doing that well!”
157. “I swear to God if you don’t show up in the next five minutes I’m naming this baby ___________” (depending on the rival)
158. “Why did everything just get really we- OH MY GOD.”
159. “Donut come for me.”
160. “Slaaaaaaaaay.”
161. “May I have this dance?”
162. “I do believe you are the most beautiful girl here tonight.”
163. “It’d be a shame if I didn’t say hello before the night is over.”
164. “Lord, help me through this night.”
165. “What do you mean we’re locked in?”
166. “Just do it.”
167. “I can’t believe it, I’m getting married today.”
168. “I’m married.”
169. “You know you don’t love him, so why do you pretend?”
170. “You deserve happiness.”
171. “You deserve everything you have, darling.”
172. “Just hold me.”
173. “I just want to hold you.”
174. “I can’t sleep without you in my arms.”
175. “You got arrested?!”
176. “This is so gonna get you arrested.”
177. “Come on, live a little!”
178. “Asl? ;)”
179. “I swear to God he’s the most annoying person on this planet.”
180. “He’s my brother.”
181. “Since when do you have a brother?”
182. “Holy shit, boobs.
183. “Why do you keep putting me in the backseat when it’s obvious I’m so much taller than him? You’re just adding on to my chiropractor bill in 10 years.”
184. “Aww, you’re so short!”
185. “My height gives me an advantage when it comes to kneeing people in the balls, so I’d watch your mouth.”
186. “Could you not wear those heels? They make you look taller than me and my reputation is already suffering.”
187. “Keep doing that and you’re gonna regret it.”
188. “After everything that happened, I don’t regret a single moment of it.”
189. “I still love you, even after what you did.”
190. “I still love you, but I can’t do this.”
191. “You don’t love him and you know it.”
192. “I don’t love him, I love you!”
193. “I swear to God I will never love anybody else.”
194. “Yeah, I love you, but you know what? I wish I didn’t.”
195. “Loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done.”
196. “And to think, none of this would have happened had I not spilled coffee all over you that one Monday morning.”
197. “Marry me?”
198. “Marry me.”
199. “I was gonna marry her.”
200. “I do.”


The Year of the Peacock begins NOW! Lord Shen is a show-off…and wickedly beautiful! But really, his design, his voice actor, his characterization, everything was gorgeous about him…man, I really missed him in KFP3. Character belongs to Dreamworks

Good Morning Ladies.

One day he will understand
That being the normal guy
From the block doesn’t
Cut it with women like you.

One day he will learn to do
What he needs to and invest
In his best while tackling his
Worst to be enough for the
Heart of the woman you are.

One day he will have to give
Up trying to fit in the skin of
The cool and cool his head
Long enough to appreciate
That the finer things in
Women are attracted mostly
By the internal wellbeing in
Secure men and not

One day he will stop adding
To more women breaking in
Themselves from his careless
Lies and actions and he will
In turn swear to his God and
Soul to never contribute to
Another heartbreak.

Not even his own.

That day, maybe, that day
He will grow up, own up and
Show up in your life to take up
What you’re willing to give
Freely for him to do right by.

And if that day has arrived and
Dawned in you life, if that man
In his everything has made it
Known to you that he wants
You & follows through on that
Quest, I hope you are heavy
Set in your being enough for
What you both need.

I hope you know he knows you
Are worth his worth and twice
More the gold of those he never

I hope your smile aches
Your cheeks and that the best of
His work on you and your
Relationship isn’t wet pillows
From the pains he causes
Without seeing.

I know that day is coming and
When it does I hope you’re not
In your own way.

I know that day is coming and I
Hope when it does that both of
You are done running.

- Hakeem Anderson-Lesolang

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DAY THREE I actually wasn’t planning on going to the show today, but three hours before the show started I decided to go because WHY NOT. ALSO THERE WERE 5TH ROW CENTER SEATS AVAILABLE SO I HAD TO.

SHOW HIGHLIGHTS: When Hedwig asked the audience how her hair was, literally the entire audience shouted out something and she was just taken aback and was like “okay all I heard just then was BBFDKJBHSJKFSH” and he said try again and literally three tries later he couldn’t understand anyone because people kept shouting over each other it was hilarious. He carwashed an oldish guy in the same spot he always does, about 6th row on the left side, he licked a guy and when we went in for the kiss with the girl in the front row, he pulled in her friend next to her by the hair and kissed both of them wow amazing I was jealous. THE BEST PART THOUGH was when he went to do the punk rock spitting water gesture, and as he was drinking water the woman got her jacket and covered herself and everyone started laughing, so midway through drinking he kinda said “that’s not gonna help” with his mouth full of water man it was funny. There was also a part just before Hedwig tricks Yitzhak into thinking Barbara Streisand is there where she calls him a dog or something, and Yitzhak like growled at him and then they had a face off an ended up making out, amazing.

So being in the 5th row was amazing, I could see the sweat dripping off him and lemme tell you, SEEING THOSE LEATHER SHORTS UP CLOSE IS A GODSEND. Origin Of Love and Wicked Little Town Reprise were also incredible up close honestly this man is a god I swear. In other news Rebecca still continues to be the sweetest and most talented little peach ever. She signed everyones things at stage door, stayed for ages and took selfies with so many people. Darren came out after about one and a half hours and also stayed for ages signing everything  for everyone <3 Also I feel it needs to be mentioned how AMAZING Darrens different voices are, his Luther one in particular. And Tommy. Honestly incredible. What an actor.

Last show is on Tuesday I wanna cry, this show is honestly my absolute favourite <3

sweet-sweet-escape  asked:

Molly sees Sherlock outside Barts handing money to a man who in turn gives him something that he slips into his pocket. Molly storms over to halt the assumed drug deal and to give the man and Sherlock a piece of her mind. Thanks Lil, can't wait to see what happens!!! Rating? Sky's the limit!!!

Okay @sweet-sweet-escape hope you like this. @mrsmcrieff beta’d and Brit-picked this, bless her soul. It can also be found on FF.net and AO3. Thanks so much for the prompt!!

This is rated T- for some foul language. Enjoy. ~Lil~

-A Little Inspiration-

Molly stepped out of the hospital and checked her messages before turning to walk down the pavement towards the Tube. She was expecting, well hoping, for a message or a text from Ted her date from last night. There hadn’t exactly been fireworks, but she was staying positive. She was about two blocks from Barts when she spotted Sherlock Holmes, himself, the great git.

He’d been avoiding her since his overdose, four months prior and she couldn’t say that she was surprised. Greg had been by, and so had John to ‘gather’ information about the bodies that had come in. Evidently he was still working with the Met. That actually gave Molly some measure of comfort, made things seem normal in the face of his utter fuckery. The fact that he was keeping away from Barts spoke volumes about how much he didn’t want to face her wrath.

She was about to turn and walk the other direction when a tramp walked up to Sherlock and they started speaking to each other. After a few seconds the detective took some money out and handed it to him. The man then passed something small and white to Sherlock who immediately shoved the item into his pocket, without looking at it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Molly said out loud. “That stupid son of a bitch.” She marched toward the pair, who were still in deep conversation.

“Sherlock Holmes!” she bellowed as she approached.

He and his companion looked at her with wide eyes.

“Go, just go,” Sherlock quickly instructed the homeless man.

But Molly grabbed the man by his elbow. “No! You’ll stay right where you are.” Oddly, the man complied. Since he didn’t attempt to break free, she turned her attention back to Sherlock. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

He smiled. Completely fake. She knew that smile all too well. “Ah, Molly. Don’t you look…” His eyes scanned her face as the fake smile fell away. “…incredibly angry.”

“You’re damn right I’m angry. You’re caught! Red-handed, actually red-handed! I can’t believe this. John said you were doing so well. I knew less than a month in rehab wasn’t enough! Do you ever think of anyone but yourself?” Her grip on the stranger tightened.

“You’re hurtin’ me miss…”

She looked at him. “Oh shut up!”

“Molly, I assure you…”

“Oh let me guess, it’s not what it looks like? Oh for Christ’s sake, Sherlock, I just saw the whole thing!” She stepped closer pulling the man with her. “I know you think the rest of us are a bunch of morons, but I can observe too!”

“Mr. ‘Olmes?” the tramp whined.

“Molly, let Billy go. I’m afraid you’re scaring him.”

“Yeah, and hurtin’ me!”

“I’ll let him go when you hand me what’s in your pocket, Sherlock. I can’t believe after…”

“Miss, I didn’t give 'im no drugs.”

“Sure you didn’t!” Molly snapped.

“No really, I didn’t. I’m his sober sponsor. I’d never help Mr. 'Olmes get drugs,” Billy explained.

Molly dropped her hand. “What?” Then she suddenly recognized him. “You’re the boy from the lab- that day…”

“Yes ma'am.” He nodded his head as he rubbed his elbow. “You got some angry friends, Shezza.”

“You were high too.”

“Clean for a year.” He beamed.

She looked at Sherlock. He was biting his lip and avoiding her eyes. “His sponsor? Like…”

“I just check in on 'im. See if he’s doin’ okay. That sorta thing.”

“B-but I saw him hand you money.”

“Well, I’m part of his network, ain’t I? Run errands and such.” He cut his eyes to Sherlock then back to Molly. “Keep a watch on, ah,… important people.” Another beat passed. “Also I’m his protégé.”

“No you’re not,” Sherlock said with a roll of his eyes.

Molly watched the exchange, carefully. “What did you hand to him then?” Even though she was starting to believe the man she still needed proof.

No one spoke. It seemed that she’d found the limit of what Billy was willing to share. Turning to Sherlock she asked, “What’s in your pocket?”

He looked at Billy. “I’ll see you later.”

The man, seemingly happy to be dismissed, turned and nearly sprinted away.


“No. After everything, I won’t believe you until you show me what he gave you.”

He turned to leave, but she followed. “What are you hiding, Sherlock? I swear to God I’ll call John. I’ll call… I’ll call your brother!”

Sherlock stopped so abruptly that Molly nearly crashed into his back. He stood still for a moment then turned to her. “I… it’s not…” He took a deep breath puffing his cheeks out in the process. If she wasn’t still so upset, she would have thought that he looked adorable (okay, maybe she thought it anyway.) He looked around the busy street then finally back to her. “It’s… personal. Is that enough?”

Molly shook her head. “Of course it’s not enough, you great ponce. You nearly died four months ago! And now you’re acting all…” She stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. It was, well, it was peculiar. He to managed to look both vulnerable and mischievous (or was that guilty?) at the same time. There was something more though, if she didn’t know better she’d call it heartbreak, “Sherlock, what the hell’s going on?”

Avoiding her eyes he said, “I, ah, it really is personal. Just a thing that Billy… does.” He flicked his eyes to her for a split second. “Let me just say that I am sorry… for everything. And it was nice to see you again. Though I wish it was under better circumstances.”

He turned to go and she had decided to let him. He seemed so lost for a moment. But he turned back and looked at her intensely, then smiled. It was sad, but warm. She suddenly remembered the day they’d solved crimes together, it seemed like a lifetime ago.

“Molly, may I ask you for something?” He spoke quietly and deliberately.

She nodded.

He licked his lips and fiddled nervously with his coat sleeve. “Um, can I have a… hug?”

Oh dear God, she thought, as worry bloomed once again. “Why? Sherlock, what’s going on?”

He just shook his head. “Nothing’s going on, per se. It’s just…” He took a deep breath. “It’s just that this is actually quite hard.” He laughed.

She stepped closer. “Oh, Sherlock… I can’t imagine. But you’ve got so many people who care about you. You’ll beat this. I know you will.”

Staring into her eyes he said, “No Molly. I wasn’t talking about that.”

“What are you talking about then?”

He stared a moment longer then said, “What about that hug?”

As she closed the distance she decided to throw caution to the wind and put her arms inside his coat holding him through his suit jacket. She felt Sherlock’s arms wrap tightly around her and his head lower until it rested on top of hers. He was mumbling against her hair, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying and didn’t have the heart to ask.

Finally he pulled back and immediately looked away. “Well, I’d better be…” He turned back and smiled at her. “You… Molly Hooper, you take care of yourself.” Then he walked away.

She watched him for a moment before she realised that she was crying. “What the hell was that?” she said to no one in particular.


She turned around to see Billy once again. “Oh, hello. You’re still here?”

“Yeah, I’m always here.”


“He’ll kill me… or worse,” he said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry?”

He looked down at the pavement then back at Molly. “I’m your… shadow, Dr. 'Ooper.”


“I follow you. Make sure you’re safe. Then report back to 'Olmes, tell 'im what you’re doin’- how you’re doin’. If you’ve had a… date,” he explained.


He smiled. “Well, I’m no expert, miss. But I have my theories.”

“But… I don’t…”

“The way I see it, Mr. 'Olmes is a complicated man and he probably don’t think he’s good enough for you 'specially not now.”

She was sobbing by this point. “But… this doesn’t make any s-sense.”

“Yeah,” He laughed. “He doesn’t much, does he? He’s headin’ home right now, you know. Been a rough couple of days for 'im, see. And I’m sorta worried. It’d be a be doin’ me a big favor if you could go check on 'im for me.”

Sherlock managed to make it to Baker Street before the joy of the hug turn into something else altogether. As he barged through the door, completely ignoring Mrs. Hudson’s queries as to his well-being, his mind was overrun with the myriad of reasons why he shouldn’t have hugged Molly Hooper. What the hell was I thinking?

'That was the opposite of keeping your distance, Holmes,’ he heard a voice echo in his head. The voice, sounded like Molly’s only slightly masculine.

He ripped off his Belstaff, tossing it onto the settee, then started pacing.

This was a just a bad day. He tried to cut himself some slack, he’d been doing quite well with the controlled dosage of Molly he allowed himself. Molly wasn’t coke, she wasn’t heroin, so he couldn’t quite go cold turkey. He’d decided to ween off of her gradually. Letting Billy feed him information seemed to keep the cravings at bay. But today… first finding out how well her date had gone, then getting caught with his informant and the hug… “Damnit!” he cursed as he continued to pace. He jerked up his sleeve, considering adding another patch. No, no- I promised John I’d only use one at a time.

Suddenly he remembered Billy’s note and pulled it out hoping for a distraction. “What? Damnit Billy!”

“What’s on the paper, Sherlock?”

Looking up, he found Molly Hooper standing in his doorway. How did I forget to close the door? he wondered. “Um, it doesn’t matter. It’s…” he looked back down at the paper.

She slowly crossed the room. “May I see it? Please?”

He very reluctantly gave up the slip of paper then turned away to face the mantel.

“Why does this have my name on it?” he heard from behind him.

“Because Billy Wiggins has impeccable timing,” he answered as he crossed over to his desk and opened a drawer. Molly appeared next to him a moment later. He pulled out a couple dozen scraps of paper, tossed them on the desktop then left her to go through them.

He watched her through the corner of his eye as she read Billy’s notes. She eventually sat down as she continued her study, giggling occasionally. When she laughed enthusiastically knew exactly which one she was reading. She sniffled a couple of times as well. Molly, so sentimental.

“Really? A bible verse?” she asked as she finished turning her attention to him.

“Yes, well he’s not always original,” he said as he sat down in his chair.

“Inspirational quotes, reasons to stay clean, plans for your future and a dirty limerick? You’ve got quite a sponsor there, Sherlock.”

“Perhaps I’ve ask too much of him,” he said not making eye contact.

“How’d that happen, by the way? Billy, I mean.”

He sighed. “You should’ve seen the idiot they assigned me. Made Anderson look like Stephen Hawking.”

Molly laughed. That was the second time since she’d entered his flat. He really wasn’t sure how more he could take.

“So I deduced him and sent him on his way. Then realised…” He paused. “That they were right. I did need someone who had been through this… thing. I asked Billy and you know the rest,” he said, his head down, eyes directed at the floor.

She got up and walked over to him and then knelt down at his feet, forcing him to look at her. “Why did he give you one with my name on it?”

Control the dosage. “You’ll have to ask him.”

“I’m asking you.”

He tried to look away, he really did. But it had been months since he’d really studied her. God how he missed it. She looked tired and sad, but there was something else in Molly Hooper’s eyes. It was something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. It was something he rarely ever felt in fact. It was terrifyingly beautiful. It was hope.

“I’ve kept my distance, Molly.”

“But you had Billy follow me. Sends a girl mixed messages,” she said with a smile.

“Please don’t smile at me like that.”

She took both of his hands in hers. “Sherlock, I know you’re still healing, but you’re not alone and you don’t have to keep your distance.”

“I do.”


“Because, Molly,” He reached up and cupped her face with one hand. “I’ve abused you, your trust, your friendship. Because we both know that I don’t deserve you. No matter how much I want you. And the more I’m around you, the more I… want.” As his thumb traveled over her cheekbone he felt her shudder and watched as she flushed. It made his chest ache to know that he’d never get the chance to find the end of that blush. His hand returned to his lap.

Her eyes filled with tears as she laughed. “Oh, you silly man.” She pulled him down by his lapels and he suddenly found himself being kissed by Molly Hooper.

The dosage was too high, and he knew it.

She broke the kiss before it got too intense… thank God.

“Sherlock Holmes, what you deserve is happiness. Whether it’s with me or with someone else or with no one at all. Whatever makes you happy, so long as it’s not drugs,” she added, attempting to look stern. “But if you don’t forgive yourself you’ll never get past this and move on to the next step.” She moved her hands to his face. “I forgive you and I love you. I always will. What you choose to do with that love has always been completely in your hands.” She kissed his cheek then stood up. “I’m not a drug, Sherlock, I’m your friend. But I could be so much more.”

As she turned to leave he stood up. “Molly…” he whispered not wanting her to go.

She turned right back around..

“I really thought it was for the best.”

“You always think you know more than everyone else.” Taking his hand in her she said, “Sometimes being wrong can be a good thing.”

He couldn’t help smiling at that. “I’m still me, you know. I’ll never be…”

“Shhh! I know you. I see you, remember? How about we take this one day at a time, yeah?”

He nodded. “One day at a time? They said that in rehab. It was something I didn’t delete, for some reason.”

She reached up and brushed his hair off of his forehead. “Starting now?” she asked.

“Right now,” he answered, then he placed a soft kiss on her lips.

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“Congragulations Y/N , you’re having a baby boy …and girl!” My doctor says , and i gasp . Twins?
“Oh my god” I say happily , looking over at Mrs Hood and watching as she cried .
“Im going to be a grandmum” She says , and i smile.
After taking pictures of the babies and signing some more paperwork we both file out , and i stop in my tracks as i spot him .
“Hi” He breathes .

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I stay put , my fingers clutching the ultrasound pictures tightly .
“I’ve missed you so much” He continues , his eyes traveling to my baby bump .
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat , before opening my mouth to speak .
“What are you doing here?” I ask , keeping my voice steady as his face dropped , clearlynot expecting this reaction from me .
“I messed up” He says , and to both of our suprise , i laugh .
I cover my mouth as i continue to giggle , Calum’s face brightening slightly as he watched me .
“No kidding” I say , continuing to laug .
Damn these hormones .
I immediatley stop laughing as he steps closer to me , and I put my hand up .
“Dont” I say , before walking as fast as I can out the door .
“Wait , Y/N!” Calum yells from behind me , and i just want to dissapear.
“Y/N!” He shouts again , this time grabbing my hand but i yank it away , turning to face him .
“What Calum! What could you possibly wannt after abandoning me for two months!” I scream , pushing at his chest .
“Please just let me talk to you” He pleads and i shake my head .
“I- i just i cant deal with this right now Calum” I whisper, and he grabs both of my hands .
“Y/N , please” He begs , and i fight my tears .
“How could you leave me like that?” I cry , the salty tears staining my cheeks .
“I’m five months pregnant and i needed you. I needed you to comfort me and tell me that I wasn’t slone in this , but you left me” I whimpered .
I pulled my hands away from Calums and held my stomach , before looking up at him .
“Y/N , you have to understand . I was scared” He starts but i cut him off .
“You think I wasn’t?” I snap
“I know you were , and it was really selfish of me to just leave you like that , but i was shocked . It didn’t seem real .” He continues , and I look away.
“That doesn’t make it okay Calum” I sigh , gosh this was exhausting .
“I know it doesn’t baby” He answers and i ignore the way my heart jumped at his pet name .
“I know , but If you give me the chance , i will show you that i’m ready to be a father to our child . I’m ready to be the man you want me and need me to be . I will step up and take care of you and our baby i swear .” He promises , and i fight my smile .
“Babies” I say , and he furrows his brows .
“We’re having twins” I answer his silent question , and his eyes widen .
“Twins?” He asks , suprised .
I hold my breath as i watch his reaction , hoping he doesn’t take back everything he just said .
“Oh my god” He smiles , before wrapping his arms around me and spinning me around .
“Calum stop! I’ve gained like 30 pounds since you’ve last seen me” I squeal and he laughs , setting me down before pulling me into a hug.
“Twins” He breathe sin my ear , and i smile .
“Yeah , twins” I repeat , finally wrapping my arms around his waist .
“I meant it when I said I love you Y/N , I really love you with all my heart” He says , and i bite my lip .
“I love you too Calum”

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“Holy shit Val have you seen…Whoa” Alex said when he rushed into the dance studio

“O my God” Zendaya said and she hid her face in Val’s neck

“Perfect timing Alex” Val said, the irritation evident in his voice

He looked at Zendaya as she released her legs from around his waist and he adjusted the hooks of her bra

“You’re really adorable when you’re embarrassed” he told her and he rubbed his hands over her cheeks

“It’s not funny” Zendaya told him as she tried to lean into him but he stepped back playfully

“Yeah it is” he said and she narrowed her eyes at him.  Val pulled her to him and kissed her head, “I love it” he said

“You suck” Zendaya told him “I have sex hair and…and Alex walked in…and…”

Val put his forehead against her trying to keep himself from laughing

“Did you just say sex hair?” he asked her

“Stop making fun of me” Zendaya said pushing him a little and he grabbed her hands and linked their fingers together

“Baby…OK fine I’ll leave it alone…for now” he told her and he brushed his lips against hers and smiled when she leaned into him deepening the kiss

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Mary was my favorite character on this show and now I can’t stand her anymore. SHE IS SO HYPOCRITICAL! And instable. God, how can you have a love like she had with Francis and now (out of nowhere) have such strong feeling for a man SHE BARELY KNOWS (just like it went with Bash)? HOW?????????? And people watching this show are just as hypocritical. I swear to god if the situation were reversed people would be making petitions to get Francis killed, if he only dared to as much as LOOK to another women. Why is Mary always free do whatever the shit she wants and never gets blamed for it? Why is it that if a man shows interest in Mary or treats her with the minimum of decency he is a gentleman and she should drop everything off and run to his arms because he is so perfect, and if he flirts with her he is hot, but if a woman does the same thing with Francis she is a slut?
I just can’t fucking take this shit anymore, I don’t care if Mary decides to become a lesbian, as long as it makes sense, and this certainly doesn’t make sense to me. If you want another love story, PLEASE finish Frary. Please make it official. Please stop playing with Francis’ feelings. Please just take him away because he DOES NOT DESERVE THIS SHIT. He deserves some respect. And I don’t care what you think, Conde will NEVER be better, treat better ou love Mary better than Francis. I’M OUT.