inside a jewelry box

Pretty, drawn in PS.

[Caption: A realistic digital painting of Eleven from Stranger Things. Portrait is in profile from the waist up. Eleven is wearing a dark blue sweatshirt. Her head is shaved, and she’s standing at a girl’s dresser, opening a jewelry box with a tiny ballerina inside. Above, the same portrait is inverted and tinted soft blue, suggesting a parallel world. The background is a gradient from deep orange to soft dark violet.]

Okay so everyone always has Jack proposing with this super elaborate gesture and I totally agree with that, but what if Bitty beats him to it? 

Like, Jack has this whole thing planned out. During a family skate, where Bitty is hanging out with everyone as Jack’s long-term bf, Single Ladies starts playing over the loud speakers and Bitty starts dancing with one of the kids on the ice and the lights dim and suddenly like a disco ball or something pops out and SMH all comes out on the ice and start dancing around Bitty and he’s laughing and when “all the single ladies put your hands up” plays Bitty throws his hand up and the music stops and Jack drops down on one knee in the circle formed by his friends and teammates and says “Bittle, if you’ll have me, this is the last time you’ll be a single lady. Will you marry me?” And Bitty is crying and Jack is grinning his stupid Jack grin and Shitty is bawling and Ransom and Holster are sniffing and holding hands and Bitty says yes and they kiss and the song starts again at “if he liked it he should have put a ring on it” and everything is perfect. 

At least, this is what Jack has planned. He told George and she had tears in her eyes and said that “of course she could make it happen” and the Falcs all think it’s great and all of their SMH friends set the date and plan on being in Providence come hell or high water. And it’s the night before and the thought of the ring in his hockey bag is making Jack want to puke and he and Bitty are curled up on the couch watching Cut Throat Kitchen and eating dinner.

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Ever wanted to take a look inside my jewelry box? Probably not, but here you go anyway. The last ring is a VERY special one that daddy got me for my birthday last year. Let’s just say it’s one step up from a promise ring.

What’s YOUR favorite jewelry item that you can’t leave the house without?

-Little L

With You By My Side - Seven

A/N: I am now finished writing this series. There will be in all ten parts, and I will try and post every day, but I make no promises. Thank you to everyone that has liked, reblogged or commented on this series. I loved writing it, and it keeps me motivated to read all of your kind words. Special thanks to my beta @thorne93.

Characters: Jensen x Reader. Jared x Genevive

Warnings: This is pure fluff.. All the way. I got cavities writing this.

Wordcount: 2731

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*not my GIF*

Originally posted by black-little-demons


“What?” you whispered in disbelief.

“Marry me..” he repeated a little more confident this time.

“We can’t get married, Jay!” you exclaimed, shooting out of the bed. “I can’t make any plans for the future when I don’t know how long it’ll be. I can be gone within a year.” You paced the floor, running a hand through your hair.

“All I know is that I want to be with you, for as long as I can. I don’t want to waste anymore time (YN), I want you, and I have wanted you for years now. Take this leap with me,” he pleaded, placing two strong hands on your shoulders, making you look into those emerald orbs of his. Before you could say anything he was down on one knee in front of you, looking up at you. “I love you, more than I ever thought possible. You are an amazing woman (YN), and you make me a better man. You have been there to support, encourage and motivate me for years, and you always manage to put a smile on my face. Will you (YN) (YLN) make me the luckiest man in the world and spend the rest of your life with me?” he finished with a smile.

“Are you really serious about this?” you asked carefully.

“Yes.”

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Apocalyptocrankiplier X Reader

Hey, this fan fiction will be based off a song by Bruno Mars, “What I Like.” I will be changing some of the words and situations to better suit the story. In this story, Mark, Ethan, Tyler, and yourself are in a polygamous relationship.   Enjoy!

It’s late and you are soaked by the pouring rain. You shut your car door forcefully and trudge into your house.  As you walk in, you are greeted by Ethan, who is doing some snacking. You smile weakly at him and continue into the living room. Mark and Tyler are on the couch watching some funny videos.

“Hey sweetheart,” Mark and Tyler say in unison.

You grunt a response and walk up the stairs to your bedroom. You throw your jacket and suitcase to the floor and begin taking off your soaked clothes; just as you finish putting on some cleaner and more comfortable clothes, you hear a knock at your door. You open the door to see Tyler standing there with a small grin on his face. You wave him inside and you both sit on your bed; he grabs your hands and holds them gently.

“Talk to me baby, tell me what’s on your mind,” Tyler prompts as he looks into your eyes.

You give a sigh and begin to speak, “Today was just a bad day; everything was hectic. Everyone piled their work on me all at once, forcing me to stay late; then, the rain started just as soon as I walked out of work and I got drenched. Matter of fact, this whole week has been terrible!” You let out a big sigh and collapse back onto your bed. Tyler looks at you with concern.

“I’ll talk with the guys and see what we can do to help,” he says sweetly. He bends down and gives you a peck on the forehead. You pull him in for a hug, and a small smile spreads across his face. You release him and smile at him.

“Thanks, babe, give the boys a kiss from me,” you instruct him. He nods, turns off your lights, and leaves your room. You pull the covers back and climb into your bed. You try to sleep, but Mark, Tyler, and Ethan keep talking so excitedly. You can’t hear what they are saying, save for a few exclamations. You are too tired to get up and tell them to cut it out, so, you allow them to keep talking. After about 30 minutes, they quiet down and allow you to finally go to sleep.

~*~

You feel gentle hands softly shaking you. You open your eyes to find Ethan sitting on your bed. You groan, letting him know you are awake. You open your eyes and immediately regret it, someone has opened your curtains so that morning light is pouring into your room and blinds you. You hiss and recoil from the light.

“Whoopsie,” Ethan exclaims, “I thought the sunlight would help.” Ethan begins to stand up to close the curtains, but you grab his wrist and smile.

“No problem at all sweetie,” you assure him. You sit up and pull him in for a hug. He squeezes you and gives you a kiss on the cheek. As you and Ethan pull away from each other, Tyler and Mark walk into your room.

“Well, would you look at that! All my boys are here to wish me a good morning,” you declare. You stand up and pull all three men into a big hug. Once you release them, you see that they all have big cheesy grins. “Okay, what’s going on,” you question.

“Get dressed and all will be revealed,” Mark says. All three men begin to giggle like young children. You squint at them as they leave the room, but decide to go along with their plans anyway. You put on a semi-fancy shirt and a nice pair of pants with your favorite pair of socks and shoes.

You walk out of your room and down the stairs to meet up with the boys; they are all standing in the middle of the living room, you can also tell that Mark is hiding something behind his back. You stop in front of them and smile, expectantly.

“Close your eyes,” Mark demands. You roll your eyes but close them. You hear Ethan giggle and you can’t help but smile. “Ok, you can open them now,” Tyler instructs.

When you open your eyes, you see that Mark has a small box open with gold jewelry inside, more specifically a watch. The way the sunlight catches it makes it shine so brightly. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. You are speechless and can’t find your words.

“Well, what do you think,” Ethan asks, “We all pitched in and bought it for you.”

You tackle all of them into a hug, making Mark nearly drop the box. You pepper each boy with kisses of gratitude. “Thank you, thank you so much!” You break away from them and allow Mark to put the watch on your wrist. It looked so nice on you; you still couldn’t believe that they had done this for you.

“That’s not all,” Mark pipes up.

“Yeah, we still have a lot planned today,” Tyler continues.

“First off is breakfast,” Ethan proclaims as he grabs your hand and pulls you toward the front door.

“Slow down Ethan, I have to get the keys,” Mark shouts. You know Ethan heard him, but the small blue boy keeps jogging toward the door with you in tow. When you finally get outside you see a brand new Cadillac in the driveway.

“Look (Y/n), look! It’s SO SHINY,” shouts as he practically jumps up and down. He is so cute when he is excited, and you can’t help but giggle.

Mark and Tyler exit the house. Tyler locks the door, while Mark stomps over to Ethan. “If you weren’t my boyfriend, I’d clobber you,” Mark scolds.

“Sorry Markimoo, I just got so excited,” Ethan replies as he gives Mark a quick kiss on the cheek. Mark sighs and gets into the car. The rest of the boys get in the car, leaving you standing in the driveway.

“C’mon (Y/n), hop in the Cadillac; let’s put some miles on it,” Tyler cues.

You get into the passenger side of the vehicle and buckle up. You ask where you are all going, but you just get cryptic answers. Finally, Mark stops the car in front of a restaurant called “Puerto Rico.” Mark opens your door for you while Ethan escorts you into the restaurant. Tyler pulls out your chair for you. Your boyfriends smile at you and take a seat around the table. Your waiter walks up and introduces himself as Chris, he takes an order for your drinks, then gives you time to look through the menu. All the food is Mexican food, you have never eaten here so you have no idea what to get. When Chris comes back you decide to order a plate of churro donuts (becausemmmmmmm… churros), and the boys order their food.

You all talk and joke with each other as you wait for your food. You try to worm a few details about their plan out of them, but they deflect your answers with ease. When the food arrives, it is almost silent at your table as everyone begins to chow down on their food. Your donuts are so crunchy on the outside but soft on the inside, they have the perfect balance of sugar and cinnamon, and the warmth of them is outstanding. You savor every bite of the amazing pastries. After everyone has finished eating you tell Chris your food was good and hand him a five-dollar tip.

Tyler grabs your hand and begins to walk you down the street, Mark and Ethan follow. “Where to next,” you question.

“Little Paris, for a shopping spree,” Mark explains.

“Anything you want, you can have it. Take my wallet if you need it,” Ethan chimes in.

Little Paris is just a store with all kind of imported items in it, once you walk inside a small man with a pencil mustache greets you, “Bonjour Madame and Messieurs, welcome to Little Paris.” His accent sounded fake, but you smiled and nodded anyway.

“Tyler, Ethan, and I have to go pick some stuff up,” Mark explained, “but we will be back in time to pay for whatever you want.”

You start to object, but you are silenced by Mark kissing you, Tyler and Ethan follow suit and disperse. You get flustered and quickly walk to another part of the store. You had never shopped here before but it seemed like a cheesy store. They were playing the stereotypical French music over the speakers, there was tons of simple French words and Eifel Towers plastered everywhere as well. You decide to look at the clothes, you pick out a few outfits and make your way over to the jewelry section.

You’ve always been attracted to shiny stuff, and let’s face it, jewelry is as shiny as it gets. You look at all the beautiful sparkling pieces in the case, but the majority of the jewelry is too gaudy for your taste. You are just about to give up on looking at the jewelry when you spot a simple diamond necklace. It is so cute and shiny, you practically drool over it. You politely ask the attendant to grab the necklace so that you can see how it looks on you. You place it on your neck and it looks amazing… until you look at the price on it. You wince and whimper as you hand the necklace back to the attendant.

Just as you are about to turn away, you feel two hands cover your eyes.

“Guess who,” Ethan says in a sing-song voice.

“I know exactly who this is,” you say with a smile, “it’s my wonderful smol boi boyfriend Ethan!”

“Darn right it is,” he replies as he removes his hands. You give Ethan a kiss and his face turns red. Then, he seems to focus in on the small mirror behind you.

“What,” ask.

“Oh nothing, just looking in the mirror to find out who the fairest is, me or you?”

“I think it’s us,” you counter. His face lights up and he laughs.

“I agree! If you are done, we should head up to the front so we can pay for your stuff.”

You nod, you and Ethan walk to the front of the store to meet up with Tyler and Mark. You place your items on the counter and start to reach for your wallet, but Tyler pats your hand.

“No, no, no; we will pay for your stuff, you just stand there and look pretty,” Mark says while wagging his finger at you.

“Besides, you have been working very hard and you deserve a worry-free day,” Tyler says with a smile.

You’re not used to being pampered, and you never liked anyone to do something for you, but you couldn’t really refuse your boys. You know that once they are set to do something, it is hard to get them to stop. After all your items are paid for, Mark and Tyler put your bags into the trunk of the car while Ethan escorts you to the passenger seat of the car. They all pile in and you all drive back to the house. Tyler suggests you go inside and wait, while all three of the boys unpack the car. You know this is more of a nice demand rather than an actual suggestion. You sit on the couch and wait for them to finish unpacking everything.

Once they are done, Ethan and Tyler walk into the living room. Tyler turns on the T.V. and starts a fire, while Ethan lays a giant blanket in front of the fireplace. Ethan and Tyler plop down on the floor and pat the space between them. You smile and slide off the couch, onto the blanket. The two of them hug you tight and plant a kiss on either side of your face. Your face flushes a deep red, but the two men just chuckle. Next thing you know, Tyler hands you a wine glass, then, Ethan puts ice into it. And Mark shuffles into the living room to fill up the glass with some type of alcoholic beverage. Then Mark walks back to the kitchen, but not before blowing you a kiss.

“It’s strawberry champagne,” Tyler explains.

“On ice,” Ethan adds.

You giggle and take a sip from the glass. Ethan and Tyler wrap their arms around you and cuddle you close. You all stay like this for a while, just cuddled up with each other as you finish your champagne. The fire keeps you all even warmer, every now and again Tyler or Ethan would give you a quick peck on your hand or jaw.

Then you hear Mark yell from the kitchen, “Dinner is served!” You stand up and stretch. Tyler and Ethan tell you to go ahead to the kitchen. When you walk in, the table has a pretty tablecloth over it, as well as a few lit candles. Mark motions for you to take a seat, he even pulls out your chair for you. He sets a plate in front of you as he backs away, he kisses you on the cheek. “Dome snap the meat,” Mark says, holding back his laughter. You roll your eyes and turn your attention to the plate in front of you. It has a nice, plump looking, boiled lobster tail on it; with garlic butter and a beautiful side salad.

“This looks great.” You take a bite of the lobster meat, and your eyes widen. “Tastes amazing,” you compliment. Mark smiles and sets down three more plates like yours. Ethan, Tyler, and Mark take their seats at the table and you all eat dinner together.

Afterward, Tyler and Ethan clean the dishes while you and Mark have a cuddle session with champagne by the fire. Tyler and Ethan soon walk in and sit on the ground and join the cuddle pile. You all crack jokes, laugh and watch T.V. for a few more hours, then you start to feel sleepy. You stand up and stretch.

“Thank you for today. It was a really great day and I really appreciate all you boys have done for me,” you give each of your boyfriends a kiss, “I’m really feeling tired now, so, I bid you, good gentlemen, adieu. Besides, I have work tomorrow.”

“When you go upstairs you have two final surprises waiting for you,” Tyler warns. You nod, give each of them one last kiss, and make your way into your room. When you get close to your bed you notice it has new sheets on it, you also notice a small rectangular box in the center. You pick up the box and open it to find the diamond necklace you were looking at earlier today. There is also a little note inside the box, it reads:

I saw you fawning over this, and just had to get it for my cutie XOXO -Ethan

You smile and hold the necklace close to your heart before putting it back into its box. You undress and pull back your cover and feel the new sheets, they are white silk sheets. They feel so good and comfortable, you slip into to bed and have no problems going to sleep. You are out like a light.

The next morning you wake up from the sound of your alarm clock, your boyfriends walk in to wish you a good morning but become immediately flustered. At first, you are confused, but then, it hits you… You woke up without Pajamas on!  

Trinkets From Death

Originally posted by finalitatis

Pairing: Death x Reader
Word count: 1,322
Warnings: None

Part 3 of Praying to Death


Death first thought of giving you a gift when your birthday approached. He only knew when it was as you’d prayed about it. In passing, he saw a small black bear and it made him wonder what he would give you, had he known you. Every little knick-knack, trinket, and bobble caught his eye after that.


You were coming home after work one day to find a small box on your doorstep. It was a slate grey, with a black ribbon. Across the top was a red rose with a small note attached to it. Furrowing your brows, you picked it up and read the note.

For you, on the sweetest of days.

Enjoy this birthday, and many more.

  • Yours Truly

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The Black Pearl Ring 1/5

Inspired by the Donovan family books by Elizabeth Lowell. An Olicity AU where Felicity comes in possession of the much sought after Donovan Black Pearl.

I’d like to say a very special thank you to @captainolicitysbedroom for creating such beautiful artwork and to @almondblossomme for all her support being willing to proof read. I’m very, very grateful!

Also available to read on AO3

                                  

                                 Chapter 1: A Surprise Inheritance

Las Vegas

Felicity looked for her mother as she walked through the arrivals door. She really wished she was coming home for a happier reason but when her mother called to inform her of her aunt Mary Ellen’s death she knew she had to be there for her funeral.

Felicity saw her mother right away, never one to blend into the crowd, Donna Smoak stood out in her canary yellow dress and spiked heels, she rushed toward her “Oh baby girl,” she hugged Felicity tight, “so glad you are here. Mary Ellen would have been honoured that you came all this way for her memorial.”

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anonymous asked:

Bruce & Cass (father/daughter) head canons?

  • Cass likes sparkly things, so Bruce gives her bits of his mom’s old jewelry. He says it’s nice to see them being worn again, and Cass likes them a lot– especially the pieces Martha wore in her portraits. When she’s not using them, Cass stores her jewelry inside a special box that she hides underneath her bed.
  • She recently requested that Alfred teach her how to cook. Bruce can’t cook either, so they decided to take lessons together– that might have been a mistake. They’ve trashed the kitchen more times than anyone can remember, and Alfred has 30% less hair now than when they began. The only thing they’ve managed to get right so far was a birthday cake for Stephanie. There’s still icing on the Wayne kitchen ceiling. Don’t ask them how it got there.
  • Cass has a thing for scented candles. Bruce literally bought the entire February stock of the nearest Yankee Candle store for her. She’s got an closet full of them, but she ain’t complaining. 
  • They spend a lot of time together– not necessarily doing anything, but in the same room. Both of them are more comfortable with physical expressions of love than verbal ones, so it works out for them. They’re very good at the comfortable silence.
  • Sometimes, Cass pulls him out of the house early so that he can see the moon before it drops below the skyline. 

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Barry’s POV

Barry was outright scared. And it wasn’t because he had a new threat to face, no it was because he was a scared of seeing how you reacted to what he had done earlier today, since he was certain that his friends, who consequently were also yours, had told you about the incident. So now he was doing everything he could think of to lessen your anger. First he had bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of chocolates, he had made sure they were in a heart shaped box. When he texted Caitlin, who was with you, to ask how you reacted, she had texted back with a picture of the flowers still in their plastic wrapping and the unopened box of chocolates

That didn’t go as planned.

So he went with plan B and bought her a large stuffed bear. He texted Caitlin once more for an update on your reaction. She had replied with a picture of the stuffed bear sitting on your work desk with a sign that said ‘FREE’ on it.

Barry had given up with showering you with gifts, since that obviously wasn’t working and instead focused on cleaning the apartment he shared with you so when you came back from work you would come back to a spotless apartment. When he finished, Barry brought his laptop to the kitchen with a tutorial on how to make pancakes and set all the ingredients on the counter. He had seen you do make pancakes hundreds of times so he was sure his success rate would match yours. It was just pancakes, couldn’t be that hard.


Very hard.

After many times of preparing the batter, making the pancakes, finding out they tasted horrible, and making a new batch batter, Barry realized that making pancakes wasn’t as easy as you made it seem.

He seriously considered just ordering pancakes from your favorite breakfast place but after he put some thought in it he shot down the idea, he would only be digging himself a deeper hole. So he continued trying to pancakes.


Your POV

You opened the door to the apartment you and Barry shared and placed your car keys in the small glass bowl close to the entrance.

“I’m home!” you called into the apartment. If the noises coming from the kitchen were anything to go by, Barry was also home. You raised an eyebrow when you noticed how clean the apartment was. It wasn’t necessarily odd to come home to a clean apartment but based on the recent news Caitlin had told you, you suspected that Barry had cleaned up to make you less angry. But like the flowers, chocolates, and the stuffed bear, this wasn’t going to work.

You walked into the kitchen where she found Barry. The kitchen seemed to be the only room that was not meticulously cleaned. Barry’s laptop was on the counter with a paused pancake making tutorial flashing on the screen and dangerously close to it were various cooking ingredients. There was an opened package of flour that had spilled and was slowly, but surely, making a pile on the floor. Broken eggshells were also lying around next to a bowl of melting butter and another bowl of what seemed to be sugar. There were around 6 bowls on the counter, each a different size and color. They seemed to be the failures. Spoon, bowls, and pans were strewn haphazardly on the floor. In the middle of all this was Barry, who was intently mixing something in a bowl. He looked just as bad as the rest of the kitchen. The ends of his hair were clumped up with bits of batter, looking as if he had run his batter covered fingers through his hair. Even though he had on an apron, his clothes were still covered in flour and batter.

You leaned on the frame of the entrance to the kitchen and crossed your arms. “What the hell are you doing, Allen?”

Barry looked up, his eyes widening when he saw you, and quickly tried to hide the contents of the bowl and shut his laptop. By then his struggles were useless since you had already seen his failed attempts at making pancakes.

“I … ugh … I was just …” he smiled weakly. “Surprise,” he said with a bit of a grimace.

You dropped your hands to your side and walked over to him, careful not to step on anything that could possibly cause you to fall. “And I’m guessing this little surprise didn’t go as planned.”

“Not necessarily,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

“Well that makes sense since you were using salt instead of sugar,” you said as you took a bit of the aforementioned salt.

Barry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What? No I used sugar, I know – Ugh!” His disgusted cry came after he tasted the so-called sugar. “Okay I might have been mistaken.”

“So why’d you do it?” you asked. 

“Well I thought if I could successfully make you pancakes then you might not-” 

“Not that, Barry. Why’d you run at ‘Flash-speed’ in the highway? Not only was it dangerous but you could have exposed who the Flash really is,” you scolded.

“I had … lost something,” Barry admitted.

“And what the heck was so important that you could’ve exposed who you were?” you asked. 

Barry sighed and ran out of the kitchen. Before you could even start to get mad at him he arrived with a small box. 

“This.” He extended his hand to let you take the little jewelry box. Inside was a delicate necklace.

You gasped in surprise and gently touched the small stone. It was beautiful.

“It was suppose to be for your birthday but …” he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Do you like it?”

You smiled and looked up at him, your (e/c) eyes filling with tears. “It’s beautiful.”

“So am I forgiven?” Barry asked with a small smile.

You laughed. “Yes but only this time. No more running at ‘Flash-speed’ in public, Barr.”

Barry nodded solemnly and saluted you. “Aye, captain.”

You rolled your eyes at his silly action but couldn’t stop the smile that pulled up the corner of your lips. “I love you, Nerd.”

Barry smiled back at you. “I love you too, (Y/N).”


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‘Meow’ Chapter 17: Molly’s Birthday

Moriarty’s schemes begin. Sherlock treats Molly on her birthday.

VIRTUAL COOKIES FOR ALL THAT REVIEW

Originally posted by mana-chan


“And so I told him, it’s going tibia okay,” Molly laughed.

“Molly, that is a horrible joke but quite funny,” Sherlock chuckled.

“I know it’s awful but I just wanted to lighten the mood. I mean, he did just break his tibia,” she explained.

“Sherlock! Just who I needed to see,” Mary exclaimed. “You want a case, well, here’s a case.” She held out a notice in front of him.

“Kicked out, what do you mean kicked out?” Molly asked.

“I won’t be unless I’m proven guilty but somehow test answers were found in my notebook and now there’s a likely chance I’m done for,” Mary ranted. “I never took the bloody answers. Someone must have snuck them in.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Sherlock assured her. “In the meantime, just go about your day as usual. Don’t want the culprit knowing I’m on their trail.” Mary nodded with a sad smile. She hugged Molly and went on her way.

“I can’t believe this! Who would do this to Mary?” Molly questioned.

“Oh, I can think of somebody,” Sherlock stated. “Funny how this happens not long after his return to campus. Now I just need to find proof.”

“That bastard,” Molly remarked in disgust. “Of course.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pin him for it,” Sherlock assured her. “Mary will not be getting kicked out over this.”

“She’s more likely to get kicked out for kicking his arse,” Molly laughed. Sherlock laughed along with her.

In chem class, Molly and Sherlock had finished the assignment early. She noticed how utterly bored he was. Taking out a scrap piece of paper, Molly scrawled something and passed it to him. He gave her a look that said, really? Passing notes? He opened it and the corners of his lips quirked into a smile. On it, she drew an empty ribcage but the words are what made him smile.

You stole my heart.

Sherlock flipped it over to respond and handed it to her. She looked it at to see he drew a skull and the bone structure of two feet.

Head over heels.

She snorted in amusement.

“That was awful,” she laughed.

“Oh, you didn’t find it to be humerus?” he joked.

“God, Sherlock, you’re worse than me,” Molly teased.

“I try,” he smirked.

“No, you really don’t,” she giggled.

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My mini altar. It’s excellent for witchcraft on the go and I have pretty much all I need besides my Book of Shadows for about any kind of spell/ritual. Gotta love portable jewelry boxes. Inside I’ve got (from left to right, top to bottom): String, feathers, a paper star, bottles of tiny rocks/crystals, a small drawstring bag, blessed/braided cord, fur, a scrying mirror, extra incense burner, (in the small jar on the top left) pine needles and rose thorns, safe travel viking ship amulet, silver coin, copper wire, pins, silver chain, dragons blood incense, rose quartz pendulum, iron nail, safety pin, 2 white candles/ stands, eyedropper with blessed water, clean beer bottle top (to put water into), 2 shark teeth, Taurus amulet, 2 smooth pebbles, a pentacle amulet, a mini altar cloth (under the stuff), an electric candle (with extra batteries for when fire isn’t a good idea) 2 incense burners/ incense, extra incense sticks, Theban script cheat sheet (because I can’t remember shit for the life of me), a deck of sigils/symbols and their meanings (also because I can’t remember shit), runes, and at at the bottom is my snake amulet for Loki. I plan on making a mini BoS, adding matches, and putting a little pencil in there, but otherwise I’m set to go. :D travel safely fellow witches!

The Prank

Originally posted by itsmagicbiatch

Requested By Anon.

Request: Could you please do number 6 and 7 with erik if your not busy 💖💖 have a good day xx

Let me know if you want me to make a deleted scenes thingy for this because my friend came up with this idea, and she wanted me to include some really funny parts, but I didn’t. I had a great time writing this!


I was getting ready for bed, when there was a knock at my door. Groaning, I walked over and swung it open. Standing before me was Uriah.

“Listen. I have a great idea.” He says.

“Uh oh.” I say.

I open the door wider so that he can come in. Making himself at home, he sits down on the couch. I sit next to him, waiting to here his so called ‘great idea’ that will most likely get us killed.

“Okay. I think that we should prank Eric.”

“What?!” I exclaim. “Are you trying to get us killed?!”

“No. Listen. Tomorrow, you should start a conversation with him. And then, I’ll come up behind him and pour a huge bucket of paint over his head.” He proudly states.

“No. I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” I panic.

“Why not? Oh wait. I know. It’s because you don’t want to prank him. Because you loooooove him.” Uriah says.

“Oh, shut up.”

“Please? Please? I’ll owe you one.” He begs.

“What makes you think Eric will even want to talk to me?”

“He like you too.”

“What? Does he really?”

“I’m pretty sure. Have you seen the way he looks at you?” He asks. But before I can respond, he adds, “Of course you haven’t. You’re always looking the other way.”

“This is the worst plan I’ve ever heard. Sign me up!”

“That’s my girl!” He encourages me. “Start the conversation after breakfast.”

And then he leaves.

The next morning after breakfast, I walk towards Eric. My hands are sweaty, I’m nervous. Really nervous.

“Hey, Eric.” I say, walking up to him.

“Hey, Y/N.” He replies. I look behind him and see Uriah pouring the paint into a huge bucket. Zeke stands right behind him, ready to record the whole thing.

“Um. Listen. I was wondering. About something.” I say.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“What are you doing tomorrow night?” I ask slowly, hoping Uriah would just hurry this up, and mainly because I’m scared I’ll get rejected, and then Eric will never look at me the same way.

Eric’s eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, “Um, nothing that I know of why?”

I take a deep breath. I’m doing everything I can to avoid saying what I have to say. What if he doesn’t like me back? What if he does, and then when he finds out that it was for a prank, he’ll be hurt? Here goes nothing.

“I was wondering if you wanted to do something together. You know. Like. Like a date?” I squeak out.

At that moment, Eric’s face has surprise written all over it. He opened his mouth to say something, but unfortunately, or fortunately, he never got the chance. White paint spilled over his head. He stiffened, and for a moment I thought that I was actually a goner, but Eric’s attention was then taken from me, and was now towards Uriah. Why? Because Uriah started laughing like an idiot.

Eric turned around, finding Uriah clutching his stomach, laughing. Uriah then proceeds to try to put a hand on Eric’s shoulder, but apparently forgot that there was paint on him, so his hand slipped, causing Uriah to fall to the ground. He was still laughing, but was now rolling in the paint on the ground. Zeke was still recording trying not to laugh, because Eric didn’t know that he was there yet, and I’m assuming that Zeke doesn’t want Eric to find out. I don’t blame him.

I just stand there, not doing anything. A smile is placed on my lips, and I want to laugh, but unlike somebody (cough cough Uriah cough cough), I knew better than to laugh.

Eric leans down and grabs Uriah by the collar of his shirt. And only then did he stop laughing.

“My. Office. Now.” Eric said through gritted teeth. Oh boy. We’re going to die.

Eric then drops Uriah, causing him to hit the ground with a thud, and then starts walking towards his office. Uriah tries to get up, but slips again, and starts laughing. I start to follow Eric, but then turn back around and grab Uriah by the back of his shirt and try to pull him up, while trying to drag him towards Eric’s office.

When we finally got there, Uriah was still laughing. When does he ever stop? Eric was leaning against his desk, wiping himself off with a towel. How he got the towel without me noticing, I don’t know. But I wasn’t think about that at the moment.

I close the door behind me, and then finally Uriah stops laughing. The three of us stand there in a long, awkward silence. Uriah looks at me, then back at Eric, then back at me, then back at Eric, and then can you guess what happened next? Come on let’s say it all together now: He starts laughing again.

I can tell that Eric has had enough of him laughing.

“Uriah, stop laughing.” I whisper to him. But he doesn’t hear me.

Eric picks up a rock that was on his desk for some reason, and then looks at me. I know what Eric wants to do, and I have a feeling that it will shut Uriah up. But the thing about it is, it’s like Eric is asking for my permission to do it. And I was right, because as soon as I nodded, Eric chucked the rock at Uriah. It hit him square in the shoulder.

Uriah stops laughing, but then decides to still be a complete and utter idiot.

He clutches his shoulder, and puts an over dramatic look on his face. “Oh. I’ve been shot. I’ve been shot.” Uriah falls to his knees, and then puts his other hand to his mouth like it was a walkie talkie, “Man down. I repeat man down. Needs assistance. Man down.” And then he falls to the floor with his tongue sticking out.

I roll my eyes, “Hang on Eric, I think I need to give him CPR.”

Uriah that opens his eyes, and put a finger in the air and says, “I would like that.” And then goes back to being dead again.

“Uriah, just get out.” Eric sighs.

“My pleasure.” And then he jumps off the ground, and left the room, leaving me, Eric, and a huge white stain from where he had just been on the floor.

As soon as the door shuts, Eric’s eyes avert to mine. I gulp. I wanted to tell him the truth. That I didn’t want to prank him. That Uriah begged me to do it. The silence was too intense.

“So, you were talking to me to distract me.” He asks.

I nod. “I didn’t want to prank you, but Uriah begged me to. He wouldn’t let it go.”

“Why didn’t you want to prank me?” He questions.

I don’t want to tell him the truth. He would proably start laughing.

“Because I like you.” I mumble.

“What was that?” He asks.

“Because I like you.” I say louder.

He nods, but doesn’t say anything. I’m still waiting for him to tell me what my punishment was.

“So what’s my punishment?” I ask.

He doesn’t respond for a while. He looked like he was making up his mind.

“You have to stick to our plans tomorrow.” He said.

I was shocked. Did he really mean that?

“You mean, go on that date with you?”

“Yeah.”
“Okay.”

“Be ready by eight.” He said.

I nod, and then walk out the door.

A year later

I was laying down in my bed, waiting for Eric to get home. This is what I do every night. I wait for him to get home, so that way we can cuddle. It helps me go to sleep. Don’t tell anybody what I just told you. I don’t think Eric wants anybody to know that deep down he really is a softy.

Finally, I hear the door open up, and footsteps heading towards the bedroom. Eric walks in, and looks at me.

“Hey beautiful.” He smiles, as he starts to get undressed, and put on his lazy clothes. Yes, he has lazy clothes. I have lazy clothes, you have lazy clothes, admit it.

“Hey handsome.” I giggle.

He plops down on the bed next to me, and wraps his arms around me. “I have something for you.”

“Oh?”

He reaches over to his nightstand and opens the drawer. Inside, was a rectangular jewelry box. Handing it to me, he watches as I open it. Inside was a beautiful necklace. (necklace picture).

“Eric.” I gasp. “It’s amazing. I love it.”

He take it out of the box, and puts it around my neck. I pull up my hair so it isn’t in the way.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m really glad you like it.” He says, smiling.

“Why do you love me?” I suddenly asks. I don’t know where it came from. It just came out.

“I could go on for days, Y/N. You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You’re talented. You put up with my crap. You’re perfect.” He pick up my hand and kisses it.

“I love you Eric.”

“I love you too, Y/N.

Saint Chapelle, Paris, France - This Gothic chapel is considered one of the highest achievements of the Rayonnant period. It’s most prominent feature is the upper level, which is encompassed by floor-to-ceiling stained glass windows. My Art History I teacher described her experience here as “being inside of a jewelry box”

No Place Like Home

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Kwon Ji Yong x reader

Synopsis:  Anonymous said: How about Y/N finally got a world tour and is so happy about it. She can finally do a concert in her home country. Jiyong went to surprise her and she was crying heavily on stage from happiness of all the love her fans from her home were giving her.

Warnings: Fluff!

Author’s Note: And so, the 200  follower celebration requests continue! :)
This was actually my first ever Ji Yong request & I hope whoever wanted it is happy with the end result! <3 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work. I do not own the image used.

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As the plane descended, you looked out of your window and couldn’t help but smile. Looking down at the ground that was slowly getting closer, you felt incredibly happy that you were finally able to have a concert in your home country.

You’d been begging your company to let you come back here for what felt like forever. Since becoming internationally famous, you felt like you owed it to your original fanbase to come home and give them a great performance as a show of thanks for their support.

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Supercat Mother's Day

Hope all the moms out there have had a great day! My gift from my two littles is that they weren’t complete hellions today :-)

Here’s a little Supercat Mother’s Day drabble.

Xoxoxo

Cat laid in bed staring at her phone. Carter and Kara insisted she stay in bed as long as she wanted today. After all, it was Mother’s Day. So she should call her mother. Right? She rolled onto her back and sighed. Every time she talked with her mother, she hung up feeling drained, and a little bitter.

Even after all these years, she still wished they were close. She was used to the fact that they weren’t, but she didn’t like it. She always felt like she had missed out on a real mother/child relationship. It was why she tried so hard to do all the things for Carter that her mother never did for her.

Cat turned her head back to the bedside table and looked at her phone again. Then her eye caught the photograph of her, Carter, and Kara on the table. She smiled a little. They were all so happy in the picture. They were a family.

Kara always told her what a great mother she was. All the time. She was the first person in her life that had ever told her that. The first time she had told her she was a great mom, it caught Cat off guard. It was the first time she had ever heard the compliment. She had loved it. So Kara made sure to tell her often.

Just then, Kara came into the bedroom with two mugs of coffee. Cat smiled at her and sat up in the bed. Kara smiled back and handed her a cup.

“Thank you,” Cat said.

“You’re welcome,” Kara said back. “Happy Mother’s Day.” She sat down next to Cat on the bed.

“That’s the third time you’ve told me that, and it’s not even nine o'clock.”

Kara laughed a little. “Well, I just want you know how much I appreciate what a great job you do with Carter.”

Cat reached up touched Kara’s face. “I love you.”

Kara said, “You should call your mom.”

Cat sighed again and took a sip of her coffee. She closed her eyes for a second. “She makes me feel so, I don’t know. Insignificant.”

Kara sat a little closer. She leaned over and kissed Cat gently. She put her arms around the smaller woman and pulled her close. Then she said, “Just call her. I know it’s hard, but it’s important. And when you hang up, I will remind you of all the reasons you are significant.”

Cat pulled back and looked at Kara. “I love you.”

Kara laughed a little again. “You already said that.”

Cat just hummed and leaned back into her.

Then Kara gave her a squeeze and said, “You want your present?”

Cat pulled back and sat up with a bright smile and asked, “You got me a present?”

“Of course I got you a present,” Kara said as she leaned over the bed to her side and pulled open her bedside table drawer.

She pulled out a box and handed it to Cat. She knew Cat loved gifts and she certainly wasn’t going to let her go through their first Mother’s Day together with no gift.

Cat happily took the box and pressed her lips together. She didn’t care what was in the box. She just loved that Kara wanted to get her something. She pulled the ribbon on the small box and took the top off. Inside was a jewelry box with a familiar Tiffany and Co logo.

She loved Tiffany. Of course, Kara knew that. She pulled the smaller box out and went to open it. Then Kara quickly put her hand over Cat’s, stopping her. She knit her eye brows together, suddenly insecure.

“Um, you know I don’t make a lot of money,” she said quietly.

“Kara. You know that what you are insinuating isn’t important to me,” Cat told her. Kara rarely said anything, but Cat knew that she worried over being able to please her. But Cat didn’t care about Kara giving her a lifestyle. She just loved that Kara loved her.

Kara removed her hand and Cat looked down, opening the box. Inside was a beautiful gold cuff bracelet.

She just looked up at Kara. “Kara, this is beautiful.”

Kara smiled and pulled the bracelet from its box and turned it over. “It’s engraved,” she said quietly, showing Cat.

Cat looked back down and read the engraving. ‘You always inspire me. I love you. Kara.’

Cat’s lips parted and she shook her head slowly. “Darling, I love this. I really do.” She reached over and pulled Kara into a tight hug. “I love you.”

Kara laughed and echoed Cat’s words from earlier. “That’s the third time you’ve told me that and it’s not even nine o'clock.”

Cat just pulled back and smiled at her, slipping on her bracelet. She ran her fingers over Kara’s face, affectionately.

Kara kissed her hand and said, “Call your mom. It’s important.”

Cat sighed. She reached over and picked up her phone. No matter what her mother made her feel, Kara always made her feel significant.

“You did all of this for me?” With Kol Mikaelson

Blindly you shuffled a few steps forward, raising your hands up in case you bumped into anything.  Kol remained directly behind you, hands covering your eyes to keep the surprise he had in store for you.  “A few more steps, I’ve got you.”  He directed, removing one of his hands from your eyes to grab your hand and guide you forward instead.  “Alright, stop right there.”  He said, coming to a halt behind you and pressing a kiss to your temple.  “Open them.”

As he let his hands drop to your waist you let your eyes open and take in the sight before you.  The main room of the Mikaelson house was completely decked out for Christmas.  The biggest Christmas tree you had ever laid eyes on stood in the corner of the room, decorated with ornaments and pale white lights with a beautiful glass star sitting at the top of it.  There were fairy lights dangling all around the room, lighting it up in beautiful color as a fire crackled in the stocking lined fireplace.  He had even gone far enough to wrap various presents and stick them under the tree, with Christmas still being days away.

“Kol!”  You squealed, eyes darting around the extravagantly decorated room in delight.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”  He smiled, taking a step backwards so you could admire his handy work without breathing down your neck.  When you had taken time to admire the decorations you turned around to Kol and threw your arms around his neck.

You did all of this for me?”  You asked, pulling away just enough to kiss him.  He hugged your body tightly to his, resting his forehead against your own when you had pulled away from the kiss.

“You said that you had never had an official Christmas.  I wanted to be able to give that to you.”  He explained, almost sheepishly.

“Kol, I love it.  This is the most thoughtful thing that I think anyone has ever done for me.”  You gushed, kissing him again before untangling yourself from his arms and rushing to the Christmas tree.  Studying all of the intricately wrapped boxes you picked one up and weighed it in your hand.  Kol watched on with a small grin on his face, watching your wide eyed excitement.

“I guess that we can open a few of them, since it is almost Christmas.”  He mused, strolling up to stand beside you.  Smiling softly you glanced at him before unwrapping the box that you held in your hand.  Inside was a jewelry box, with a stunning diamond necklace laying inside of the box.  The article took your breath away and Kol stepped in to put it on for you.  He clasped the back together and gently kissed your neck before wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you once more.

“Merry Christmas.”  He murmured, staring up at the tree with you.  It was already shaping up to be a perfect Christmas.

To The Moon And Back

Characters: Hoseok x Reader
Length: 2852 words
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Comments: Alternate Universe, Crime

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7


This day couldn’t get any worse.

First, you had jammed your fingers in your car door, then a bird had pooped on your jacket on your way to work, your boss had been a total jerk today and now the lasagna you had left in the oven got totally burned since you forgot to turn on the timer to check on it.

“What is wrong with me today?” you mumbled, clenching the bridge of your nose in between two fingers as you turned off the oven, trying to suppress the headache you could feel coming up.

The hands that wrapped around your waist startled you.

“Why does it smell like smoke in here?” you could hear Hoseok say, making out a small chuckle as he spoke. He quickly made his way over to the window to let out the stench that was filling up the kitchen.
“I burned our dinner” you whined, lowering your head onto his shoulder as he came to stand next to you again. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace “It’s OK, I can tell you’ve had a tough day. Don’t worry about it, we can just order a pizza and it’ll be fine.”

He never failed to make you smile. Hoseok was sunshine in human form. Ever since the day you met him,  he would make your world light up, he was your source of happiness on a bad day and you could feel all your worries and doubts flush away when he pulled you into his arms, making everything better.

“I have something for you” he whispered in your ear, while rubbing your arms to comfort you. You raised your head and looked into his eyes, searching for a clue as to what he could be talking about.

“You do?” you asked suspiciously.

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s not lingerie again, I promise.”

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“I know you don’t love me, but please,”

Request from anon: Hey babes ❤ I was wondering if you could write an imagine where Sammy leaves Y/N for Stassie and Y/N gets really heartbroken. You can end it however your little heart desires. I hope you feel better from your heart break 😭 and I hope this helps you❤

Y/N’s POV

“Y/N?” I remember hearing his voice echoing throughout the apartment. I remember walking out the bedroom and into the living room, walking up to him all happy, asking him how the party was last night, and tip toeing to give him a kiss, but he dodges me. I remember feeling confused on why he didn’t want to kiss me or even look at me. I remember so many emotions running through my body of needing to know what was going on. I remember he sat down on the couch, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. “We need to talk.” Those words in his voice has been haunting me since he’s said it. I remember my heart shattering as I sat down on the couch, even before knowing what he was going to tell me. A million things rushing through my mind. And before I could think of another million, “I want to leave you.” I felt my heart and soul physically leave my body hearing those words come out of his mouth. It was like all of a sudden, everything became slow motion, his voice became deeper and I couldn’t understand anything he said, the room was spinning, my body was frozen. The only thing I remember after he said he was leaving me was, “He never actually loved me.” 

“We need to talk…” I whisper to myself, remembering that day as if it just happened 5 minutes ago. It’s been a week and he said he’s coming to pick up his stuff in a few days. He politely asked me to pack up his things so it can be a quick move. Everyone has offered to help me or even do it for me but I didn’t have the heart of letting anyone touch his belongings or hear anyone trash talk him for what he’s doing. There’s a rumor going around that he’s been seeing Stass but I haven’t seen any hard proof. Maybe he just wants to be single. Maybe he just need time. But he’s never actually loved me and that’s all that matters. 

I finally get started on packing his things. I took out the boxes he’s sent and built them to put stuff in. I started with his clothes. Every piece of clothing I bought him or bought with him or previously owned, in the box. All his shoes and jewelry, inside. His hats, jackets, gone. Bathroom necessities, cologne, lotions, everything that he used and owned, in the box. I debated whether to put the pictures of us he had on his side of the room in the box. I took out the pictures and gave him the frame. All the posters and paintings he loved looking at, bought, smiled at, in the box. Room? Check. 

I went into the computer room and packed all his electronics. All his files. All his things in this room, gone. I moved into the living room and hallway closet. A bunch of our things have just lived together, his became mines, mines became his. Sorting out piles on what he can have and what I should keep. It’s like we wee a married couple. I would have loved to say we were a married couple. We acted like a married couple. I just sighed at myself, still sorting. All my instruments, to his, all my games, all his games, all my bullshit, all his bullshit, separated and put into boxes. I kept the box of our memories with me. Seeing that he’s never loved me and is the one leaving me, I don’t think he would mind if I kept the memories. I put all his books, paper, utensils, everything that belongs to him or I think that belongs to him, I gave. Almost all the boxes were filled, all his things were almost gone. I couldn’t help but stop and think about everything we’ve been through. Everything he’s said. They all became lies. They all became fake. He became a phony. 

I walked around again making sure I didn’t forget anything, seeing the place half empty. Wall plain white, no more creativity, no more positive energy rolling around, no more color, no more other half of me. Refusing to let tears fall knowing I would be defeated by them. I needed to let it go. But how do you let go of someone of 3 years? How do you do that? How am I supposed to be okay with him just leaving me like this. 


The next day, the doorbell rings, as slowly get up from my bed and to the front door. “Hey, Y/N..” Sam runs his fingers through his hair, walking in. “Did you pack everything or just some?” “Everything..” I said quietly. “Didn’t want you to waste anymore time in here with me.” “Yeah, I’ll let the moving people just come up to help me get these out.” He goes on his phone calling them. All of a sudden a body walks into the apartment, “Wow, I’ve never seen this place so dull and empty. You would be the one to decorate this place baby.” Stass says, walking in. I stayed quiet and looked at the ground, “I told you to stay in the car.” “But I wanted to say bye to Y/N. And makes sure there’s no hard feelings between us.” She walks up to me, “No hard feelings right? You’ll find someone who will love you forever. I promise.” She hugs me, grabbing a box, and walking out. Sam just stared at me, as I tried playing off that my heart didn’t just shatter again. “Stass and I,” I held out my hand to stop him, “None of my business.” My voice shaky and quiet. 

“Right. We’ll just grab these boxes and be out of your hair.” He says, pushing all the boxes to the door and a couple guys coming in to take them. “So how are you?” He tries to make small conversation. “Don’t ask if you don’t care.” I tried to say politely but rude at the same time. “Well alright.” He says, looking around the apartment one more time to make sure nothing was forgotten. There were only 2 boxes left when I remembered, I ran to the room and in my closet, taking it out and running into the living room. “Here. I almost forgot.” I hand him his favorite jacket that he gave to me on our first date. He always used to tell me to wear it on our date nights because he loved seeing me in it. Never going to know if that was all a lie or not. “Oh man. I haven’t seen this jacket for a while.” He looks at it as I just force a smile on my face. He looks at the front door as the last boxes were collected and they took off. “Keep it. You looked good in it anyways.” He hands it back to me and I take it, gripping it in my arms. 

“I just want you to know, none of this has anything to do with you. I promise. Did you need or want anything before I leave?” He asks, as I shut my eyes, heart thumping, voice cracking, “I know you don’t love me, but please,” I sighed, “Just lie to me once more.” I heard him inhale and exhale, as he takes a step forward towards me, the feeling of his face 1 inch away from mines, his voice so soft and soothing, breathing, “I love you Y/N.” As he kisses my forehead for the last time. The last time I will ever feel his lips on me again. He takes a step back as my watery eyes open to watch him leave. He puts an envelope on the table, looks at me, backs his way to the front door, taking one last glance at the place we lived together and me, closing the door behind me. I sniffle, tears running down my face as I look around the empty apartment with no boxes and just my stuff occupying my space. Pictures all over the place of us and I don’t have the heart to put them away yet. I walk to the table, putting his sweater down, and picking up the envelope. 

I open it to find a letter, a check, and paper work. I open the letter,

Dear Y/N, 

I lied. I lied when I said I never actually loved you. I lied when I said we needed to talk. I lied when I said I wanted to leave you. But I lied about not telling you. I’ve been seeing Stass behind your back for 3 months now. I am so sorry. That day, I wanted to tell you about my affair and try to work it out but I knew you would leave me and it would break me to hear you say those words to me because you have been such a good woman to me. I know I broke your heart and now you are scarred but please know I am the reason to blame. Please don’t put any blame on yourself. You are so perfect. But I wasn’t. And you need to find someone better. Cause I know I did not deserve someone like you. I never want to say goodbye but I know you are never going to want to see my face again. I love you forever. I loved you then, I love you now, I’ll love you later. Take care of yourself. If you ever need anything, let me or my manager know and it’s done. I promise. You know I never break my promises. And here is how I’m keeping my promises, 

Here is a check because I promised you I’d help you pay for school and everything else. I’m going to make sure you are set for life baby girl. Here is paper work for the house we were going to buy. All paid for. All stocked with furniture and everything. Even paintings and posters and statues and pictures of you and your family and friends. It’s all yours. I promised I’d pay for your dream house. And i got you. For life. If you need anything else, you let me know. Because you still my girl. I just couldn’t be your man anymore knowing i couldn’t be faithful to you. I’m sorry. 

Remember to always be fearless. To do things that make you happy. To do things for you. Live free. And never forget, I love you. I promise you that I do. 

Love always,

Sammy. 

ginzura week day 4 - “yorozura” (and day 3 - “cosplay”???)

Zura got Kagura a big box of snacks and cute plush toys and Shinpachi a new CD. Gin got them a new umbrella (not shown) and porn mags (not yet opened) respectively. Also please read the tags for more things

generalzargon  asked:

Oooooh, KHR - Tsuna + 3! :D Best of luck on your writing!

ok but this is basically canon tho

Tsuna stares at the small box that is his only inheritance from a distant cousin he never met, and then turns to the man who kidnapped him to Italy in order to receive it.

“Why?” he asks, a little helpless. The man just tips his hat further down and smiles enigmatically.

“You should open it, don’t you think?” the man says, and Tsuna sighs, before unwrapping the small box. Inside the paper, it looks like a jewelry box.

Opening the lid reveals a heavy-looking silver ring, set with a single blue stone, and a small, folded piece of paper.

Unfolding the paper reveals the singularly unhelpful message of Have fun storming the castle!

Tsuna blinks, and turns back to the stranger.

“Okay, so what’s the point of the Princess Bride quote?”

The man just examines his cufflinks and says, “Put the ring on, and you might understand.”

Sighing, Tsuna slips the ring onto his middle finger, where it sits loosely for a moment, before it begins to burn and squirm against his skin. The pain punches through Tsuna with a searing brightness, and it’s all he can do to try and scrape the jewelry off of his finger, but he’s barely set his fingers against the ring before the stranger has grabbed his wrist and forced his hand away, leaving Tsuna to sob as the silver presses into his skin like a brand, sending bolts of brilliant pain up his arm.

The pain continues for what feels like forever, before it vanishes completely, and Tsuna’s wrist is released, letting him lean over in his seat, drawing in gasping breaths.

The ring’s weight is gone on his finger, and there’s something cool and steady in the back of his mind, suddenly, and Tsuna doesn’t understand.

And then he looks up, at the man who took him from his home and forced an agonizing inheritance on him, and the coolness turns blankness into familiarity.

“Reborn,” he says, and he recognizes this man now, from the fedora with its orange ribbon to the expensive and highly polished shoes, even if he doesn’t understand why. “I don’t–What’s going on?”

The being smiles, faint and self-satisfied. “So you are the heir. I thought so.”

“What? I don’t–why did you bring me here if you weren’t–”

The coolness provides its own answer–a bloodline scattered, a kingdom turned to the wrong purposes, blessings of earth and air turned to bloody war, power forced to dormancy and perverted by greed, a sunlit shadow stealing a ring from a burned corpse, inheritance, blood, faith–and Tsuna bites his tongue against the overwhelming images.

“This isn’t…the first time you’ve tried this, is it?”

Reborn smiles, slow and steady. “No.”

Tsuna presses his head to his knees and tries not to vomit. Someone unsuited to the ring, once it was freed of its restrictions, would have burned and burned and burned, and he knows that Reborn just sat and watched and made sure they couldn’t save themselves.