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Mad Love - Request

Requested by @sexy-bookworm-fangirl:  Being Sherlock’s twin sister (basically the kinder and more sassy version of him), and Moriarty falls hard for Reader. Like, his breath is quick, he can’t think, and he stutters around Reader. Reader falls for him, and Sherlock, John, Mycroft, and Lestrade (your boss/bestest friend in the world) get protective of Reader

Pairing: Jim Moriarty x reader

Word count: 1,968

Warnings: First time writing Moriarty (it is indeed a warning).

A/N: Ugh, don’t be so rough on me, I’ve never written him before…

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Originally posted by aphgeneralhux

The Holmes family, a family of six strange individuals with very unique characteristics each. The father, who could be considered the most normal one and a true romantic; the mother, who was a math genius before becoming the mother of four little freaks: Mycroft, Eurus, Sherlock and (Y/N).

Mycroft was a brain just like his mother, and at his adult age he was the British government on his own. Eurus was the psychopath one, presumably dead by then. Sherlock was a scientist, a philosopher even, and the world’s only consultant detective while his twin sister, (Y/N), worked as forensic investigation along with Greg Lestrade.

Sherlock couldn’t be prouder of his twin sister, because “someone needed to show the British police how to do it properly”. Meanwhile, Mycroft was a little reluctant about her choice of career because it was quite dangerous. But the Holmes Twins loved danger and were too stubborn to change their minds once they got an idea inside their heads.

It was known that once they got together, there was not a single case that could be left unsolved – except for the unsolved ones, but they refused fervently to talk about those – and so they got involved in all kinds of trouble together.

She was the only one Sherlock actually gave credit too. Mostly because they were basically the same and denying her cleverness would be equal to denying his own cleverness, but also because she was his best friend, companion, partner in crime, and every other brotherly-term one can come up with.

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It’s finished now. Well, I’m gonna re-record something next week when I get back to London, but, um, apart from that, it’s basically done, yeah.
The Smile (Doctor Who) & Sherlock parallels

Previous Doctor Who/Sherlock parallels in Series 10:

The Pilot (opening episode of Doctor Who Series 10) & Sherlock parallels

The Smile (Doctor Who) & (smiley) Sherlock

And a look back at Series 9 etc parallels here 

This episode was written by Frank Cottrell Boyce but as we’ll see, Steven being showrunner I feel definitely influences the potential for Sherlock parallels… big things to be screamed about soon, but I’m going in order of as things appeared in the episode.

  • The Doctor calling Nardole “Mum”= similar to Mycroft and Sherlock’s “I’ll be mother” moment in A Scandal in Belgravia.
  • Eurus’s “Smiling is advertising” quip in The Final Problem is quite literally in play here- little emoji’s ‘advertising’/displaying your mood constantly.
  • The Doctor saying “a thing” happened= Sherlock lying and saying he has a “thing” in Many Happy Returns. Well, ‘only lies have detail.’
  • Bill saying “You can’t offend a machine.” And it turns out the things she’s referring to are not machines at all… just as John incorrectly labels Sherlock as a machine in The Reichenbach Fall.
  • The fact that you can’t see your own ‘mood disc’- Bill highlights the problem: “What if you fancy someone?” The Doctor supposes you simply have to maintain eye contact with them so they don’t see your true feelings. Reminds me of Sherlock’s “We can’t both stare” remark in A Study in Pink.
  • Rosemary= the smell of home? Mary as Rosamund…hmm, not sure how to parse that one yet.
  • The Doctor’s “magic haddock” reminds me of a “red herring.” Of which there are plenty in Sherlock. But there’s also literally Mycroft’s “red herring” page in his notebook in The Abominable Bride- a note saying “scarlet rollmops”, a pickled (red) herring.
  • The Doctor cradling a skull. Obvious Hamlet-esque vibes and of course, Sherlock’s skull.
  • The Doctor saying, “What a lovely beautiful morning. It makes me so happy.”= Sherlock’s ‘#ohwhatabeautifulmorning in The Six Thatchers.
  • The Doctor says “Don’t sentimentalise me.”= Sherlock’s line in The Great Game: “Don’t make people into heroes John. Heroes don’t exist and if they did I wouldn’t be one of them.”
  • The Doctor and Bill’s banter about memorising the map on the wall and Bill taking a photo of it visually reminded me of John taking a picture of the graffiti on the wall in The Blind Banker.
  • The Doctor: “Not bad, not good. Just different.”= John in The Final Problem: “It’s not good, it’s not bad… it is what it is.”
  • The Doctor exclaiming “Fascinating!” is an all round Sherlock-y moment.

“Do you know why I always win at chess? I have a secret move. I kick over the board.” HELLO, ATTEMPT AT AN EXPLANATION FOR THAT CHESS PROMO PICTURE, 3 MONTHS LATE. ;)

And let’s end with a Final Scream:

AN ELEPHANT STANDING ON THE FROZEN THAMES RIVER IN LONDON. OH SURE, NOTHING SYMBOLIC TO SEE THERE, NO ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM WANDERING FREE, NO SYMBOLIC FEELINGS LITERALLY FROZEN UNDERNEATH SAID ELEPHANT, NO NEED FOR IT TO BE SET IN LONDON, SHERLOCK’S HEART AND HOME.

…Ahem. ;) Bring on next week, that was a cracker of an episode! <3

Jet Lag

Cute & cuddly Harry :)
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You had just finished your post-workout shower when you made your way into your shared bedroom to go to bed. It was already late and you had an early morning, so you were surprised to see Harry still sitting up in your bed with his jeans on.

“M'sorry, baby. Jet lag is killing me, I don’t think I’ll get much sleep tonight.” He sighed.

You shrugged nonchalantly, choosing not to think about spending another night with Harry tossing and turning.

“You’re not tired at all?” You asked, slipping the rings off your fingers and unclasping your necklace.

“I fell asleep while you were shopping earlier. I’ve been tryin’ to get my sleep schedule back on track, but I jus’ can’t seem to make it work.”

You nodded understandingly and slid your glasses on. He’d been halfway around the world- twice- within the past week and you felt like you owed it to him to keep him company during his sleepless nights.

“I’ll try to stay up a little longer, maybe you’ll get tired by then.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you shook your head at him as you grabbed your book off the shelf. As soon as you sat down, he pulled you close to him and tucked you into his side.

You’d only read a few pages when you began to feel his eyes practically staring holes in his shirt you were wearing. After a few more minutes of attempting to concentrate, you closed your book and set it on the nightstand.

“Need something?” You grinned playfully up at him and he laughed in return.

“No, just thought you looked cute, s'all.” He shrugged, and kissed the top of your head.

You could feel your eyes starting to get heavy, but you didn’t want to drift off to sleep and leave Harry’s presence just yet.

“You don’t have to leave again for a while, do you?” You asked, wide eyed as the possibility of him flying across the world again crossed your mind. You were relieved when he shook his head.

“I’ve gotta be in London next week for somethin’, but I was hoping you could travel with me for a bit.” He smiled, pushing a few stray hairs out of your face as they fell from your ponytail.

You smiled at the thought. There was nothing better than traveling with Harry, because he was always sure to show you around places he’d been before and explore all the places he hadn’t. You were relieved when you concluded that your schedule was clear enough to go with him.

“Of course I’ll go, H. Not sure I can keep up with the jet lag though, hm?” You giggled, snuggling closer and letting the warmth of his body soothe you into shutting your eyes for a few more seconds.

“S'alright. I won’t mind you falling asleep on me… kinda like you are right now.” He joked.

“Hey, m'not asleep!”

He laughed and rubbed your arm gently, settling himself against the pillows so you could be more comfortable.

“Go t'sleep, angel.” He prodded you gently, even though your eyes were still fighting to stay open.

“No… I’ll stay up with you, I promise..” You drawled.

“Don’t have to do that, love. I’ll still be right here when you wake up.” He said, but he hoped that by the time you woke up he’ll have gotten a little sleep.

It’s almost like you were waiting for his affirmation that he’d be okay waiting up alone, because you were out like a light as soon as he pulled the blanket over you.

Before he turned on the TV and muted it, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek, muttering one last “I love you” before he let you sleep peacefully.

I am not afraid.

And I won’t be afraid the next time I cross Westminster Bridge again. And I won’t be afraid when I walk through the lobby of the London concert hall I’ll be going to in the next few weeks. And I won’t be afraid when I go through London Bridge every week to get to work.

Most importantly I won’t change my view that Muslims are always welcome in this country. This country belongs to them just as much as it belongs to everyone living here who just wants to live a normal life without violence.
England is OUR country. All of us together.

The minuscule amount of people that carry out these attacks are NOT Muslim, a true Muslim would NEVER do what they did. These attackers aren’t even human anymore, they’re just brainwashed terrorists. Don’t ever call them Muslims. They are terrorists, nothing more. They do not represent an entire group of 1.8 Billion people.

More than ever now we need to show our Muslim brothers and sisters that we stand together with them against violence. Dividing people against Muslims and causing more radicalisation is EXACTLY what these terrorist groups want. And it’s working. And it will continue to work for as long as people attack Muslims for crimes they have never committed and never will.

Want to know what you can do to help? Treat Muslims with kindness. Treat them like human beings. Don’t turn your anger onto those who don’t deserve it. Don’t be the idiots that create more problems by calling the Muslim person they saw at their local bus stop a cunt. Those idiots let us down, they let us all down and they help terrorism win.

Thought I’d do my usual personal text post. I know some people don’t particularly care and just skim over these, but this is more of a diary entry and for people who actually are interested, which will only be a few of you. 

I have a 2 day weekend now - thankfully! I have to travel back down to London on Monday morning, which should be fun *eye roll* And I go on shift with a mentor to begin doing the job, and I’m getting more nervous. One of my colleagues said, and she’s right: we feel as if we were only preparing to pass the test and not retain the information to do the job. It seemed all about the test, rather than the job itself. 

But today I brought myself a new, smaller suitcase for work. My much larger one is for holidays. I also got myself Beauty and the Beast on DVD (it was a double pack of the cartoon version and live action version). I got to see my sister and niece as well, and get my hair cut. My under shaven parts grow so quickly and I’m constantly at the hairdresser’s. 

I brought myself some eyedrops as well as my eyes have started getting more itchy, especially when I’m tried, so I’m going to try and keep the moisture in them with drops. I think they’re getting dry and the air conditioning in the hotel I’m staying in is ridiculous and on constantly. 

I hope to get some more writing done this afternoon; possibly work on a couple of imagines or one shots; see how I feel. I do still have all my unworked requests. I never got rid of any of them, and one day I will finish them - I PROMISE! 

On the writer note, I do want to ask who still wishes to be tagged in upcoming chapters of Together or any imagines/one shots. I always post The Hobbit stuff, and rarely deviate from that nowadays. (This is obviously if you’ve made it this far through my post and haven’t just ignored or skimmed it)

 …..And finally - 62 DAYS TO NEW ZEALAND!!!!!!!! :) :) 

Requested by thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch:  Sherlock x reader. Jim kipnaps Sherlocks wife. He finds you weeks later. Weak from lack of food and water. Once at the hospital the doctor finds ‘Did You Miss Me?’ Cut into her back

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Where is she?

“Where is she?” Sherlock shouts as he worryingly paces around 221B Baker Street. John stood nervously watching. On the table Sherlock’s laptop was open. He was currently having a group video chat with his brother Mycroft Holmes who works in the British government and Greg Lestrade, inspector at Scotland Yard.

“Where is (Y/N)?” Sherlock yells whilst picking up a book and throwing it across the room. The book had knocked some items off of the mantelpiece. Sherlock walked over to them and picks up a shiny rectangle. It was a photograph of Sherlock in a black suit hugging you in your white wedding dress. The happiest day in both of your lives. Gazing at it lovingly, Sherlock gently strokes the frame before putting it back ontop of the mantlepiece.

“We have our best people on it.” said Greg.
“The case is our top priority.” added Mycroft. Angrily Sherlock slams down his laptop lid, ending the chat. “Idiots” he mumbled as he walked back over to the photograph.
“They’re trying their best.” John says, trying to reassure him.
“I need her John… I. Need. Her.” Sherlock pleas as he starts to stroke your face in the picture.

You had been missing for a week now. It was so simple, you went to the shop but never returned home. There were no leads, your mobile was uncontactable, you had completely vanished. No contact from you or your captor. Sherlock had no idea who had abducted you and it was tearing him apart. You were his other half, a half that he didnt knew he needed before. He often described you as more powerful than any drug and more interesting than any case.
Permanently glued to his chair, he barely ate or slept. Only having the minimum amount, so he was always ready if he heard any news. John and Mrs Hudson took it in turns to watch over him.

John had walked into the room after making some toast. Sherlock was still in his chair, one of your dressing gowns draped over him. Placing a slice of toast next to Sherlock, John sat in his chair. Sherlock nuzzled the dressing gown whilst he was twisting his wedding ring around his finger. From what John could tell, Sherlock was in his mind palace.
Suddenly Sherlock’s mobile phone vibrated on the table, making him jump. The screen illuminated with the words ‘1 new message from unknown number’. “Finally” Sherlock mumbled as he grabbed the phone. He hesitated before opening the message, mentally preparing himself for what it might be.

Sherlock’s eyes widened in shock. It was a photograph showing your face and neck. Tears streaming down your face. Your watery eyes were framed by black rings of fatigue under them. You were clearly in distress. Bruises made from fingertips were on your neck, suggesting that a restraining hand had previously been there. A man’s lips were kissing your neck. Unfortunately the photograph only showed the very edge of them, making their owner difficult to discover. Under the photograph was a caption which read 'Thank you for the gift Sherlock. She is too delicious to resist!’

Tears filled Sherlock’s eyes as he stared at the image. “She looks different.” he whispered. John walked over to look at the message. Placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder he said “It could just be the camera angle.”
Sherlock’s eyes interrogated the photograph. “No, that’s not it. Something is wrong with her face. It’s… It’s thinner.” he said trying to keep his voice steady and attempting to suppress his quickly growing anger.

For the next week Sherlock frantically ran around London, trying to figure out your location. He took his mobile to Lestrade in an attempt to track the number that sent the message. Sherlock knew that it would not work but he had to try anyway. Using the photograph he analysed the background but there was too little information to go on. He was running around in circles and he knew it. Despite his desperate efforts, you were unobtainable. Slowly, it was breaking him.

Sherlock laid on the sofa in 221B. John had tried his best to keep him positive but it had been weeks now. All Sherlock would say is “How can I be a consulting detective if I can’t even find my wife… I miss her so much.”
Sherlock’s mobile buzzed with another new message from an unknown number. He turned around and sat up on the sofa. His eyes filled with tears, he had been silently crying again.

The message was another photograph. It was of your hand being held by a man’s hand. He could spot your hand instantly especially because of your engagement and wedding rings. The man’s hand looked strangely familiar but Sherlock could not think of whose it was at that moment. A caption read 'I think we have really bonded’ this was then followed by a list of numbers.

John sat next to him on the sofa, looking over his shoulder at the message. Mrs Hudson also stared in from the kitchen as she made cups of tea for the three of them. “Coordinates” Sherlock said whilst looking at the numbers. Suddenly something happened that Sherlock did not expect. His phone rang. His mobile illuminated with 'unknown number calling’
With a trembling hand he answered it and put it on speaker phone. His eyes widened as he heard the sound of your voice.

“Hello my love. He knows that you have figured out the numbers.” your voice was shakey and weak. “Sherlock, he says that he is going to leave you a message… What is that? Why do you have that? No please, no!” you let out a blood curdiling scream. John could see Sherlock’s heart breaking. He was in agony.

Almost instantly Sherlock stood up. “We. Go. Now!” Sherlock growled as he put on his coat and taking a bag from the side. John hurriedly did the same as they both ran out the door and hailed a cab.

Following the coordinates, the taxi pulled up outside an abandoned office building. As they stepped in they could see long corridors filled with offices, all of them looking identical. John had the bag on his back and a gun in his hand. “Look at the walls. I should have known it would have been here.” Sherlock said.
“We couldn’t have gotten here any sooner.” John reassuringly replied.
In one of the offices at the other side of the corridor. Sherlock could see a figure slumped on the floor.

“Sher…lock” you said though your voice was no louder that a whisper. Slowly lifting your head, a smile spread across your face as you saw your husband. You would be crying with joy if you weren’t so dehydrated. Sherlock ran towards you and knelt down besides you. He gently hugged you and planted kisses all over your face before tenderly kissing your lips. It was as if you both couldn’t quite believe that you were finally reunited. Both of you were completely overwhelmed.
Looking at your dramatically thinner body, John rang for an ambulance.

Reaching into the bag and pulling out a bottle, Sherlock pours some water into your mouth. It was what you had been craving for weeks. You welcomed the feeling as a drop slipped out of your mouth, washing over your dry lips. John kept guard in case your captor was still around as Sherlock placed a cube of chocolate on your tongue. “I’ve missed you so much.” you whispered as Sherlock stroked your cheek.
“Are you talking about me or the chocolate?” Sherlock said which made you giggle. He savoured the sound of you laughter as a happy tear ran down his cheek.

Holding your hands he helped you as you shakily stood up. Your black form hugging dress now looked baggy as it hung off of your body. You started to walk but your legs buckled. You would have fallen on to the floor but Sherlock had caught you by placing a supportive hand on your back. This made you whimper in pain.
You shook your head. You felt like you didn’t want to be touched, especially there. Thoughts of you captor filled your mind and you shuddered in fear.

Without warning Sherlock scoops you up and starts to carry you. He was slightly alarmed by how much lighter you felt in his arms. You could start to hear sirens in the distance. Laying your head against Sherlock’s chest, you closed your eyes as you listened to the relaxing sound of his steady heartbeat.

You woke up in a white hospital bed. Sherlock was sat on a chair next to you holding your hand. His eyes staring at you. A smile crept onto his face as he watched your eyes open. He stood up and leaned over you, gently placing a kiss in your forehead before sitting back down again. You mouthed the words 'I love you’ which made his smile bigger.

You looked around the room. “John’s working on a few of the leads I have. Your captor seemed familiar but I just can’t quite put my finger on who it is yet.” Sherlock said with disappointment in his eyes.

“I see that I have come in at the right time.” said a doctor as he walked into the room. “(Y/N) as you know you are severely dehydrated and malnourished. I have given you some quick working syrups to help build your strength up. As long as you rest for the next few weeks, you will feel better in no time. You have also lost a lot of blood. I found something very strange when I examined you - ”
You cut him off as Sherlock looked at you with a confused expression.
“Please can I tell him… In private?” you ask with a look of shame on your face. The doctor nodded as he left the room.

“Sherlock…” your words trailed off as tears filled your eyes.
“What is it?” Sherlock asked lovingly as his hands cupped your face.
“You know how you said that my captor seemed familiar to you. Firstly, you know him. Sherlock it’s difficult. I hate him, you hate him. I can’t even say his name. The message he said that he was going to leave you… Well…” you say shakily.

Getting up and out of the bed, you stood in front of Sherlock. Turning around so you now faced the wall, you pulled your hospital gown up. Sherlock’s heart sank as his fists clenched in anger.

Carved deeply into your back were the words 'Did You Miss Me?’

“Moriarty” Sherlock growled through gritted teeth.

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Genre: Oneshot. Fluff, sort-of AU, first meeting, romantic

Warnings: one swear word and a tiny, tiny if-you-squint bit of suggestiveness

Summary: Dan and Phil are the Youtubers we know and love, except for one thing - they’ve never met. That doesn’t stop the fanbase from shipping them, though, and eventually Phil gathers up the courage to message Dan

Word Count: 7347

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing this! It was quickly done, though, so apologies for any typos/errors ^_^

Phil’s brow furrowed as his phone went off again. The constant stream of notifications hadn’t relented once since he’d woken up and flicked his phone on, and he hadn’t even had a chance to get onto his home page to find the source of all the sudden attention before yet another notification turned up and exploded his phone all over again.

Phil nudged his bedsheets down from his shoulders and rolled onto his pillow, squinting at his bright phone screen. It was still ridiculously early in the morning, and yet the stream never ended. What had he even done to spark such a reaction? The last thing he’d done was tweet about an exciting-looking dog he’d seen walking passed his London flat, and he hadn’t uploaded a video since four days ago. His new footage was sitting on his laptop waiting to be edited – so what had caused this sudden flood of notifications?

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anonymous asked:

And MM started the innuendo. She has just posted a pic of her in NY. Of course, the antis are saying that Sam took the pic, as that was a fact.

Hardly a fact as far as I can see. Absolutely no proof to support that claim in any of Sam or Mackenzie’s posts or comments. Quite the opposite in fact.

Sam lifted a pic from the ACLU IG to post on his own IG for his support of gay pride month. He even liked the pic first so that everyone who was paying attention could see that it wasn’t his pic at all but simply used from another account. Then he proceeded to keep social media times that would have him awake in the middle of the NYC night. I don’t know how much clearer he can make it that he isn’t personally in NYC at this time. If he was in NYC he could have taken his own pic of the city, or of any of the many exhibits in that city supporting gay pride if that was his intention. He could also easily engineer a fan pic or two or even a pap pic- the city is full of both. So my conclusion is that he is not there.
It’s Wimbledon next week in London and Cait seems to be in that city too at the moment- that’s my best guess if he is not already somewhere in Europe in rehearsals and other prep for his upcoming movie project set to shoot in European locations this summer.

But MM is in NYC according to her latest post. And So is Billy, according to his.

That is what the facts are. From my perspective the math here is pretty simple.

this is serious.

gillovny thing.


she can’t stop smiling. she’s watching david play the guitar and hum some words she cannot understand. he does that very often when he doesn’t want her to hear the whole song yet. she tells him it’s silly but still she doesn’t know what the words of this new song are.

“is it “all of you” or “i love you”?” she asks, looking at him. he crosses out the words from a little piece of paper and swears under his nose. “david, language!”

“coming from you…” he murmurs. she laughs. he’s been grumpy all day. “it just doesn’t make the fucking sense.”

“maybe i’ll help you? she offers, standing up from his sofa.

she comes closer, takes his guitar, puts it gently on the floor and stradles his lap. she starts kissing him. first his ears, then forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, chin and then mouth. the kiss becomes more passionate and he moans in her mouth. she smiles.

“this is how you want to help?” he asks, laughing. she shrugs.

“isn’t it inspiring?” she gives him another kiss and puts her arms around his neck. “i have to come back to london next week.”

“shh…”

“david…”

“don’t.” david shakes his head. he’s looking directly into her deep blue eyes and he’s trying to tell her something, she knows he is and she’s trying really hard to find out what it is. “don’t talk about it. let’s not think until you really have to leave.”

“i’m not leaving.” she corrects him. “i’m just going home.”

“same thing” this time david shrugs and she frowns. “i know it’s unfair but i hate it so much when you have to go. i know i can’t make you stay because there’s your home and your kids but sometimes i wish you were all mine and i didn’t have to share you with anyone.”

“just sometimes?” she jokes and gently touches his cheeks. he closes his eyes at the feel of her touch. “i know it’s fucking hard, david. i wish we could be together all the time, too. but there’s nothing we can do.”

“what if there is?” david asks. 

she looks at him, not understanding what he means. he makes her stand up, he does too and goes to his bedroom. she should start calling this room their bedroom already, she spends so much time there. she calls his apartment her home, too. whenever she stays here, she feels like home because this is him. this is david who she stays with. he goes to flowerist before she comes, he buys her fresh flowers, lights the lavender candles, puts the fresh towels, wakes up in the morning, prepars breakfast and then meditates with her before they have to face the new day. this is david - this is home. 

why doesn’t she still understand it, though?

he comes back after a few minutes and suddenly she realizes that he changed. he’s wearing a white shirt and black slim tie. he’s so handsome, she thinks. and she loves those skinny dark jeans. 

he’s smiling when he comes closer and she can’t help it so she smiles, as well.

“what’s happening?” she asks and starts playing with his tie. “you look sexy.”

“i hope i look convincing, too” david jokes and takes her hands in his and sighs deeply. he’s nervous. she places her palm on his chest and feels his heart beating so fast. for sure, he’s alive. “gill, what if there is something we can do?”

“what do you mean?” she still doesn’t know.

“gillian leigh anderson…” he sighs again and drops on one knee. gillian opens her eyes even wider and feels like her own heart stopped. “you know i love you. i won’t be exaggerating when i say that i’ve always loved you. i can’t even remember the times when i wasn’t in love with you. i know we’ve been to hell and back, we had our ups and downs, we still struggle with so many things and sometimes it feels like the whole world is against us but i’m sure we’re gonna get through that because this is it for me, gillian. i’m not going anywhere anymore. i’m not running away, i’m not going to fuck it up anymore because there is too much to lose. i love you too damn much to risk it again. and i can’t let you go alone. i know you can’t stay here but what if i go with you?”

at first she thinks she’s dreaming. then she’s sure it’s a joke. maybe he’s rehearsing for some kind of audition. 

she starts laughing. 

“what the fuck are you doing duchovny?” she asks and sits at his sofa. he frowns and looks down. he’s hurt. “you’re proposing to me?”

“i guess…”

“you guess?” she laughs even louder. “baby, i love you but do you honestly think this is what we should do? marriage isn’t my thing, you know. and we’re too old for that shit.”

“stop laughing.” david says. she stops. “this is serious. i’m not proposing to you because i don’t see the other way for us. i’m proposing because i love the shit out of you and i know that your multiple husbands weren’t the ones. i am the one. i promise you eternity. i promise you my whole life. this is your choice gillian but if i were you, i would take it because we both know we’re stuck together for good. you’re not going to step back and neither am i. so you can say no but you know you’re going to regret this because you love me and deep down you know you want all of this.”

“if i say yes, you’re gonna move to london?” she asks, barely whispering. he nods. 

“my kids are older, they’ll understand. i’d still visit them every other week, just like i do now. i just need to know if you’re really at the same page with me… because this is serious.”

“i’m not laughing anymore.” gillian whispers and kneels in front of him. she smiles and kisses him on mouth. “this is serious and i’m saying yes to all of this. but most of all, i’m saying yes to you because i can’t fucking live without you. i can’t function. you have to be by my side so i can feel alive.”

“i’ll be there, i promise.”

gillian nods and that is a definite yes for her. she couldn’t feel happier. she’s going to marry david. after twenty five years of knowing him. after twenty five years of loving him.

“yes.” she whispers. “now give me the ring.”

and she’s never seen more beautiful ring in the world. and of course it fits her perfectly, just the way he fits in her life.


this is such a cliche.

Kella is Real + The Truth Behind Abel & Bella’s Break Up:

Disclaimer:

While the thoughts/feelings/motivations of the ‘characters’ within this post are speculatory, all the facts (dates, rumours, and sequence of events) are things that truly happened and in the order they are depicted. 

I am inclined to believe the story I have uncovered and know it is based on fact, but it is speculation so you may take it as a fiction. If you have no sense of humour and/or don’t like conspiracy theories- why are you still reading this? I have no sympathy for your butt-hurt feelings.

This post is lengthy- at nearly 3k words. Enjoy.

A Little Backstory:

Kendall and Bella have been friends at least since 2013, Kendall stating in a podcast with Mario Testino in May 2017: “Bella and I were actually really good friends since high school, and hung out everyday in high school before either of us started working. It’s just funny because a lot of people don’t know that Bella and I have been friends for like five or six years.“ No one realizes how long they were friends, or how close they were/are, because they weren’t ready to come out with their love yet.

Regardless, Kendall’s dates would actually put their relationship at starting in 2011/2012. We certainly saw them hang out off and on in 2013 and 2014 but in 2015 they basically didn’t see each other at all except for the beginning of the year. And what happened at the beginning of 2015? What’s his face and Bella started publicly dating.

According to my own break down (linked in the faqs) Abel and Bella began their ‘relationship’ by at least December 2014 and slowly from then Kella began pulling back and then stopping almost completely after Abel and Bella were spotted together in Coachella.

2015 & the Peak of Abella:

Abel was cool with this at first because “hey, he got to come up with a hot model girlfriend” and that looks good for his image. But Bella is pretty fucking snazzy and he started developing a legitimate emotional attachment about a year in. I’m not saying there was never any true feelings between her and Abel- but it was always Kendall in the back of her mind and it was no secret that she came first for Bella. What they have (had) was for fun and for both of their images and rising careers- that were soon to blow up. Their feelings go back and forth through time, Abel’s seems to get stronger and more confusing while Bella isn’t sure if she can stand being separated from Kendall like this and she’s nervous she may be leading Abel on. Abel, however, thinks he’s helping her get over her dead end relationship with Kendall and can actually give her what she needs (lmao). He thinks there’s a chance and begins to fall for her.

That’s why KenGi rose so quickly at the end of 2014 and through all of 2015- Kendall and Bella would need a common thread to communicate through, Kendall more than anyone. She needed to know how Bella was and how their relationship was going, who better to get this from than her own sister? 

During this time, Kendall has on and off ‘flings’ with other guys (Harry, A$AP Rocky) that she never confirms or denies or seems interested in enough to be more than friends with- but it’s enough to get people to say she’s seeing somebody. This is to help cover up that she’s holding out for Bella, not so much for the media, but for Bella herself. Kendall can’t be there for Bella the way Abel says he can, and Bella isn’t sure she’s ready for that either. She thought Abel was sweet and “knew” that their relationship would never pan out. It was hard for them to keep their distance, though.

Bella upped her fashion show number in September 2015 because she missed Kendall and over the months they’d spent apart, she thought she had reached a good place with Abel- they were public, hand holding in candids, and she’d filmed a music video for him after all- they were steady. She thought she could handle being around Kendall again. This of course, was a big mistake and the begin of the downfall for Abella. Seeing her again brought everything back and since she’d thought Abel knew where he stood with her and was only in it for the image, she decided to have Kendall back again.

The Beginning to Middle of 2016:

Bella makes it clear that she’s still bound to Kendall by randomly going with her to Rome in the beginning of March, just a few weeks after Abel brings her to the Grammys with him. This is a show of his commitment to her, to try to say he’s serious, but Bella thinks it would be time in their relationship for this anyone. However, only a few days before the Grammys, a story breaks about how they’ve been supposedly talking about kids and marriage! While this was a made-up story, Bella felt that Abel planted it to try and start a conversation about being more serious and it freaks Bella out.

She goes to prove that she’s still very much in love with Kendall- both to Abel and to Kendall, who is worried Bella lies when she says her feelings for Abel aren’t real- and she is lying- because they were real, only fleeting. Abel reacts to this by setting himself up to be at the Met Gala and walking the carpet with Bella- he’s still trying to prove he’s better for her, that Kendall isn’t willing to take the risk of showing her off and he also doesn’t want to see Bella and Kendall alone at the Met together like he did the year before. His resentment for Kendall grows stronger after this.

Over the summer, Bella is busy non-stop in Europe and Abel takes advantage of the free time Kendall doesn’t have by being with Bella. He goes off to England to see her Dior Cruise show and spends the next week with her in both London and then in Paris- but it isn’t enough. Flash forward a bit to the beginning of August, Kylie’s birthday and the trip to the Bahamas where the two are next to each in almost every photo we got and in general living it the hell up together on their first legitimate vacation in forever. Abel of course is pissed, he’s started to develop actual feelings for Bella a year ago and had thought she was returning them, he’s in too deep for his own good and Bella is practically out of the water. He invites her to spend nearly every moment in August with him at his home in LA. Bella says in her GQ interview that she was practically living there for the month. He keeps it completely lowkey, trying to get her to spend all her time in LA with just him and away from the limelight, Kendall, and her family that he has started to suspect knows about them.

This month with him, of course, means nothing to Bella, because Kendall is the love of her life.

The LOVE Bracelet and “Abel” Necklace:

Moving forward to September 29th and the first sighting of the LOVE bracelet. Now, I didn’t notice this until I was looking through old posts but Bella actually starting wearing her Cartier bracelet before the trip to Japan. I had thought that he’d given it to her as a birthday gift and did it early while they were on vacation, but that doesn’t make any lick of sense for him to give it to her over a week before her birthday and a week before the vacation! But, guess who is in these September 29th candids- that’s right, Kendall! The first time we see the bracelet it’s while Kendall and her are out and about in New York. Kendall doesn’t go to Japan nor does she go to Bella’s birthday. This was an early birthday celebration for the two of them. They both skipped Paris fashion week to loiter around New York together after all- out of sight and out of mind of the real action across the seas, it was the perfect cover up and Kendall gifted her the bracelet as a show of her love.

Bella immediately feels bad about this bracelet, though. She knows  Abel is in love with her now- he joined her on the trip to Japan (her mother says she had a shoot then) to make up for the fact they never gone on a legitimate vacation like her and Kendall have. Even if he knows it’s not real he can’t help himself, but there’s nothing Bella can do anymore. She’s got her head on Kendall and Kendall alone so she’s not removing the bracelet, and she lies and says she bought it herself though Abel knows the painful truth. In an attempt to make up for it to Abel, she buys a necklace with his name on it, a token to him for their relationship, to wear along with the bracelet. This necklace doesn’t appear until after Japan, though, two weeks after getting the bracelet. The jeweler who made them posted photos of them after they were first made (before being sent to Bella) on- you guessed- September 29th, the same day we first see the bracelet.

Both the necklace and bracelet would only last a month though- Bella and Abel break up the first week of November- TWO DAYS AFTER KELLA GO TO A LAKERS GAME TOGETHER. One of the only few public outings we go to see of Abel and Bella was a Lakers game in April, which Bella made a point of saying that Abel pulled strings to get them courtside sets, and her she was - courtside at a Lakers game with Kendall just 6 months later. This was something special to him, one of the only “cliche dates” they ever went on was to see this basketball game. It feels like an absolute stab in the heart to him and this is what breaks him. 

He can’t handle it anymore- having to constantly feel like he has to prove himself to a girl who is clearly devoted to someone else. He always knew this, always tried to keep it in mind, but it;s too much to bare anymore and he can’t handle the thought of seeing Bella and Kendall together- in person- during VSFS so he calls it off and immediately alerts the press that they’ve broken up with one another. Unable to give the real reason, he settles on scheduling differences and tries to pretend he’s not heartbroken though he still loves Bella and knows that he’ll miss her.

Abel and Selena

Bella and Kendall were intent to continue to keep things on the down low- that’s why this whole mess started after all, was they wanted to be private. They don’t see each other after VSFS until New Years Eve- which they spend together in LA. This, for some reason, bothers the hell out of Abel, who spends NYE alone working. Last year he had Bella with him in Miami and then she went with him to Los Vegas, after, and now he gets no one at all. It’s the first time he sees them together on their own free-will and he snaps, he thought he’d be able to move on but seeing that they’d started off the year together strikes a nerve.

A bit less than two weeks later- we get him and Selena. He’s flaunty and extra for the cameras (just as he feels Bella and Kendall are) and makes sure he’s seen, he wants Bella to feel like he can move on just as quickly. He doesn’t need Bella, he doesn’t love her, he can move on quickly and find someone else, too (though technically Bella never had anything to move on from!).

There’s really not much Bella can do about the media driven drama of it all, Abel has a leg up on her and she doesn’t want to risk him exposing everything between her and Kendall. But if he can flaunt, then so can she.Kella is lit now more than ever. Bella goes and gets tattoos with Kendall and they go to non stop parties- including Yams Day where Abel has to see them in person once more. They fly out alone that night on a private jet with one another to spend a week in Paris of all places- walking every show together during Haute Couture fashion week. Towards the end of their week in Paris, Abel and Selena are seen leaving D&B- Selena wearing Abels necklace. For those who don’t know, the suspicions of Abel and Bella began in March 2015, when Abel posted a photo of Bella (without her face showing) wearing an “XO” chain on instagram! Bella returns to New York and two days later- Abel has decided to have a European-paparazzi stalked excursion of his own in Italy with Selena. This time it’s a true vacation that he never had with Bella, trying to prove once more that he has moved on (though clearly he hasn’t! Get yourself together Abel!)

During New York Fashion week, Kella are going party to party and walking more of the same shows, again, all without Gigi or really any of their other shared friends- it’s just the two of them for the most part being cute as hell. Mutual friend, Daniel, lets them use his apartment as a cover up since he lives in the same building as Gigi, no one would suspect a thing. Now they’re in London together again, flying out together and going to more parties and clubs with one another, Kendall is shooting Bella for something- a dream she has always had but wasn’t able to do with Abel leering over before.

Well, why chose Selena? His choice is to get back at Kendall and Gigi more than anyone. Kendall “stole his girl” and ruined his only chance at love while Gigi acted like one of their biggest supporters when she was lowkey helping Kella the whole time. Who better than the best friend of Taylor Swift?! To bother Kendall, it’s the best choice for the moment considering Taylor’s beef with Kim/Kanye and his own upcoming “beef” with Justin. It’s a slight annoyance to Kendall in his mind though she hardly even cares, let alone realizes, since it’s not her beef with Taylor and Selena isn’t actually Taylor, either. Part of it bothers her due to the “beef” it causes between Abel and Justin- and Kendall loves Justin- but it barely goes beyond an irritation. Gigi is slightly bothered by it since it seemingly puts her in a place between Taylor and her sister but in reality, Gigi and Selena were hardly friends either and unlike Abel, she knows how to act like an adult and not hype up unnecessary drama.

This revenge was only ever real in his head and he’s quickly realizing that this, hence the increase in candids- the ones of them on the yacht, taken on the 11th but planted to be released on Valentine’s day another desperate stab at Kendall, trying to mock her for the Hendall candids the year prior. Bella already had plans to spend the night with her secret lover but she responded to Abels stunting by posting on instagram that Kendall was her Valentine this year, showing off their candy rings and all!

Part of why Kella kept things on the low was out of respect for Abel, after this Bella decided “screw it” and things got hay-wire. Anwar is the first to unfollow because hes known about everything all along- he’s practically Bella’s best friend and he’s chill with Kendall, too, and has been spending more time with her lately than he ever did Abel. Anwar is also mad Abel is trying to ruin his sister’s happiness and encouraged Bella to not hold back on the Kendall loving. Yolanda and the rest of the friends/fam were more sympathetic, Abel was in love and it must hurt- but as Abel continues to go out of his way to make a fool out of Bella they begin to cut him out. Abel is pissed and unfollows everyone because “what the fuck- how do you pick Kendall over me?” He was great, wasn’t afraid to show her off now and then unlike Kendall- though he’s wrong about that because now that Bella has been stripped away from her for so long, Kendall is making up for lost time, as we’ve been seeing.

Moving Forward:

Predictions of the future, to round this post out. Can’t have a proper conspiracy without a hypothesis.

Kendall is no stranger to gay/bi rumours, something she’s never commented on or addressed despite them being so prevalent (to the point of annoyance, though I suppose I’m only contributing). With all the shit she already gets and her desperation to not be associated with her family, Kendall keeps her sexuality to herself, not wanting it exposed and played out on television (especially after having to watch Caitlyn’s transition, she feels the reaction to her not being straight would be too much for her to bare).

However, there has been word that Kris wants to talk about someone in the family being bi on the show. Prediction is obviously that Kendall is the bisexual of the family and by the end of the year we will see the true rise of Kella, though we’ll begin to get some less than subtle hints during Met Gala, another end-of-summer vacation, and over the top alone time with them in September during the next fashion month. 

Title: soft spoken pride

Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter

Word Count: 392

Author’s Note: for @potterprideweek​ day 3 self-love, acceptance, and pride in your identity

Summary: Albus and Scorpius have a precious conversation in bed about acceptance and pride parades.

(read on ao3)

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