it actually really bothers me that the colours turned out so bad

I love Hamilton, but something about the way white fans engage with the musical really bothers me: a lot of them are posting in the tag about the actual, historical revolutionaries and founding fathers in a way that makes them seem like funny, sweet, good people. They weren’t. I don’t just mean “Jefferson was a piece of shit”: none of them were good. Every one of their asses saw black people as inferior, even if not all of them supported slavery. All of them participated in genocidal policy against indigenous peoples. If you’re watching/listening to Hamilton and then going out and romanticizing the real founding fathers/American revolutionaries, you’re missing the entire point.

Hamilton is not really about the founding fathers. It’s not really about the American Revolution. The revolution, and Hamilton’s life are the narrative subject, but its purpose is not to romanticize real American history: rather, it is to reclaim the narrative of America for people of colour. 

Don’t romanticize the founding fathers and the revolution. They’re already romanticized. It’s been done. Your history books have already propagated those lies. The revolution is romanticized as an American narrative because it was a revolution lead by and for white men. Their story is the narrative of the nation and it is a narrative from which people of colour are utterly obliterated. 

Do you understand what it’s like to live in a nation where you are made marginal and inconsequential in the historical narrative that you are taught from your first day of school? In the Americas, to be a person of colour is to be made utterly inconsequential to the nation’s history. If you are black, your history begins with slavery, and your agency is denied; they don’t teach about slave rebellions or black revolutionaries. You learn about yourself as entirely shaped by outside forces: white people owned you, then some white people decided to free you and wasn’t that nice of them? and then you’re gone until the civil rights movement. That is the narrative they teach; in which you had no consequence, no value, no impact until less than a century ago. If you are indigenous, you are represented as disappeared, dead, already gone: you do not get to exist, you are already swallowed by history. If you are any other race, you are likely not present at all. To live in a land whose history is not your own, to live in a story in which you are not a character, is a soul-destroying experience.

In Hamilton, Eliza talks, in turn, of “taking herself out of the narrative” and “putting herself back in the narrative.” That’s what Hamilton is about: it’s about putting ourselves in the narrative. It puts people of colour in the centre of the damn narrative of the nation that subjugates them; it takes a story that by all accounts has been constructed to valourize the deeds of white men, and redefines it all. 

Why was the American Revolution a revolution? Why were slave revolts revolts? Why do we consider the founding fathers revolutionaries and not the Black Panthers or the Brown Berets or any number of other anti-racist revolutionary organizations? Whose rebellion is valued? Who is allowed to be heroic through defiance? By making the founding fathers people of colour, Hamilton puts people of colour into the American narrative, while simultaneously applying that narrative to the present. Right now, across the United States, across the damn world, people are chanting “black lives matter.” Black people are shutting down malls and highways, demanding justice for the lives stolen by police, by white supremacy. And all across the world, indigenous people are saying “Idle No More,” blockading pipelines, demanding their sovereignty. And “No One is Illegal” is chanting loud enough to shake down the walls at the border; people are demanding the end of refugee detention centres, demanding an end to the violence perpetuated by anti-immigration policies. People of colour are rising up. 

…And white people are angry about it. White people are saying “if blacks don’t want to get shot by the police they shouldn’t sag their pants”; saying “get over it” about anti-indigenous policies of assimilation and cultural genocide and land theft; Jennicet Gutiérrez was heckled by white gay men for demanding that president Obama end the detention of undocumented trans women of colour. White people see people of colour rising up and they tell us to sit down. Shut up. Stop making things difficult. The American Revolution was a bunch of white men who didn’t want to be taxed, so white history sees their revolutionary efforts as just; they killed for their emancipation from England; they were militant. That, to white people is acceptable. But those same white people talk shit about Malcolm X for being too violent–a man who never started an uprising against the government leading to bloodshed. Violence is only acceptable in the hands of white people; revolution is only okay when the people leading the charge are white. 

Hamilton makes those people brown and black; Hamilton depicts the revolution of which America is proud as one led by people of colour against a white ruling body; there’s a reason King George is the only character who is depicted by a white man. The function of the visual in Hamilton is to challenge a present in which people of colour standing up against oppression are seen as violent and dangerous by the same people who proudly declare allegiance to the flag. It forces white people to see themselves not as the American Revolutionaries, but as the British oppressors. History is happening, and they’re on its bad side.

So don’t listen to or watch Hamilton and then come out of that to romanticize the founding fathers. Don’t let that be what you take away from this show. They’re the vehicle for the narrative, and a tool for conveying the ideologies of the show, but they are not the point. Don’t romanticize the past; fight for the future. 

Babygirl

Summary: Dan is an innocent virgin and Phil is the bad-boy who likes to make him flustered. High school Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil AU

Genre: Smut that’s kinda kinky but mostly cute

Word count: 4,039

Kinks: Feminization, daddy kink, dirty talk, a little verbal humiliation

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Come Here - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Can you write one where you think jughead looks amazing in the south side jacket and you let him know and you always pull him by the jacket to kiss him

A/N — I could not get over this request, that finale episode of Riverdale last night FUCKED me up so bad like… can Jughead not get any hotter it’s great and I’m actually loving it. Also, this contains spoilers (duh) since it’s based on episode 13 so if you haven’t watched it yet I’d recommend not to read it if you haven’t watched it yet. Anyway I hope you enjoy this imagine and it may or may not turn into some sort of smut (?), and I’ve changed this up a bit so I hope you don’t mind.

Words: 1050

Warnings: Heavy make out

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (H/C) , (E/C) - Your name, your last name, hair colour, eye colour.

Riverdale was finally coming to a peace. The mystery of Jason Blossom’s murder finally came to a close and all was calm. (Y/N), Jughead, Archie, Betty and Veronica all sat in a booth at Pop’s sipping on a milkshake flavour of their choice. This whole year, you and Jughead got closer and closer due to working on the case with him and the rest of the gang trying to figure out the murder of Jason. Spending long hours alone with you and your crush at the Blue and Gold after school made you really realise your feelings about him and how it affected you. One night, (Y/N) and Jughead stayed together investigating down at Sweetwater River and shared a kiss since the two of you knew that there was sexual tension was there with them. Ever since that incident they haven’t touched each other since. Sure, every time they have a moment alone they always wonder who’s leading who first, but the both of you were two shy at that moment.

After Pop’s, Archie walked Veronica, Betty went home to join her family for dinner and Jughead took (Y/N) to his FP’s house in the Southside. When Jughead broke the news to everyone that he got transferred to Southside High and live with his new foster family instead of living in Riverdale with Archie and his dad. Everyone was shocked and devastated by the news but not as much as (Y/N). So this was her only chance to try express her feelings towards him before he leaves since she doesn’t know when she’ll ever see him again. He bent down to the doormat in front of the door, picking up a key and digging it into the door. The house was still knocked around and ruined since he last came and had his breakdown, making Jughead get chills. You knew something was bothering him, so you walked over and held onto his arm.

“Hey Juggie, are you okay?” You asked him, looking up into his green eyes with your (E/C) ones. He sighed deeply, taking off his familiar crown-shaped beanie and throwing it to the ground.

“I don’t know, I mean… I’m not feeling it. This place just reminds me of him, y’know. This may be my last time ever coming here, (Y/N), since I have no idea how long my dad will be in jail for and I’ll be living with my foster family.” He brushed a hand through his hair as he explained to her the situation. He sat down on FP’s couch, holding his face in his hands as shortly after, you joined him.

“H-Hey, Jug? Since this may be the last time I talk to you for a while, God knows how long, I just wanted to get something straight. Since we kissed at Sweetwater River that one night, I literally have not stopped thinking about you. I’ve had this feeling about you for, I don’t know, months now. You make me so happy every time I see you and it makes me smile knowing that you actually acknowledge me. I guess,” (Y/N) paused. “I guess I love you, Jughead. I love you, Jughead Jones.”  You finally admitted. He stared at you, before you noticed his lips creep up into a smile as he scooted over to you, placing his hand on yours as he stroked his thumb against your soft skin.

“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He smirked at you, making you bite your lip. And just like that, you found your lips back on his once again. The familiar sensation running through your body sent tingles down your spine as it did for him as well. He moved his hand from yours to your left cheek as the kiss deepened. You felt yourself smile in the kiss as your tongues intertwined.

As the two of you both pulled away, he smirked leaning over and pulling you onto his lap and kissed you passionately once again in his arms. You pulled his face against yours again connecting each others lips. He moved his hands to grip onto your shirt clinging at your waist as your tugged on his hair. A small groan escaped his lips, easily turning him on. He then picked you up, pushing your back against a wall as he held you up, quickly after attaching his swollen lips back at (Y/N)’s matching ones. As you tipped your head back, he kissed his way down to your neck, nibbling against your collarbone making a moan escape your lips. In the middle of leaving his mark against your burning skin until a loud knock interrupted your heavy moment, breaking up the intense moment. Jughead quickly put you down as he fixed his clothes, walking towards the door and opening it.

As (Y/N) waited for him to be finished, she quickly stood up pulling her jacket over her body as she waited behind the door to find a returning Jughead, holding his fathers Serpent jacket. He shut the door, staring down at it.

“Is it your dad’s?” You asked in curiosity. Jughead simple just nodded, still scanning his eyes over the embroidery stitched into its leather.

“Should I?” He turned his gaze to settle on her, wondering if he was to wear it. “The Serpents dropped by and gave me it. They have my back, (Y/N), does that make me one too?”

“Jug, if you want to join The Serpents that doesn’t make you a bad guy. Stop worrying, at least try on the jacket!” She gushed over him, leaning against the wall as she watched him.

Jughead stared down at the jacket, taking in it’s final details before slipping it onto his broad arms, turning to look at a mirror as he adjusted it, a smirk falling onto his lips as he turned back to look at you. “So, how do I look?”

(Y/N) smirked, taking herself off the wall as she bit her lip, strutting over to him.

“I’m loving this bad boy Jughead Jones, hopefully I get to see him more often. Come here.” She smirked back at him, pulling him to her by his jacket and leaned up to finish where they left off.

A/N — So this didn’t exactly fit the request, so hopefully this can be a part 2 sometime when I get some time to write it where the reader pulls him around by his jacket because it’s so hOt. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this imagine although I rushed the fuck through it so please don’t mind me.

This Is War [11]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Angst. Maybe some language. Mentions of alcohol

A/N: Haha.. Insert sweating emoji face here..

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Stereotypical

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series) 

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), none other yet

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.   

A/N: Hi guys! This is a little something I’ve been working on lately. It’s only gonna be a few parts and I hope you enjoy it! 

“Whoa, hey there doll, what’s the rush?”

Quickly checking if you hadn’t dropped anything, to avoid any more embarrassment on the first day on your new job, you looked up at the man you’d just crashed (face-planted) into.

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Detention | Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Description: A bad day leads to you getting detention and getting close to the last person you’d ever thought you would.

Warnings: there’s a swear or two in there fo’sho.

Word Count: 1977

A/N: this isn’t the greatest and trying to write reggie was different but here we are. lemme know what you think. i also just added everyone from my usual tagslist bc i remembered this time. ok cool. 

Trouble wasn’t something you found yourself in often. You were the good student with the highest grades, never truant and had a reputation for being nice and polite to everyone. It was one of the reasons why everyone enjoyed your company. You were usually the nicest, friendliest and most positive person around school. There’d only been one time you’d ever gotten into trouble and that was in second grade when you’d stole Jughead’s hat off his head because you thought it was cool and put it on your own. He’d cried because you’d refused to give him it back so the teacher yelled at you, gave you a timeout and made you gave the hat back.

That was the only time in your whole sixteen years of age.

Up until today.

It had been a particularly bad morning. First the stupid alarm hadn’t gone off making you half an hour late then the moment you stepped outside mother nature decided to work against you and send a mass of rainfall. There had been no time for the bus so you’d ran all the way to school getting splashed by the passing cars on the road. By the time you got to school you were drenched, late and in the worst mood possible. Your usual happy smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, you stormed into the classroom, threw your books down on the desk and sat yourself in your seat with a huff, arms crossed over your chest.

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Dating Yuta

I Taeil* I Hansol* I Johnny I Taeyong I Yuta I Kun* I Doyoung* I Ten I Jaehyun I Winwin* I Mark I

*coming soon

A/N: Finally added another one, I got a bit carried away with this and it basically became a proper scenario lmao 


  • The ‘womaniser’  
  • Obviously
  • In his senior year
  • Like he knows he can get any girl he wants bc he knows they all fucking love him
  • He definitely takes advantage of that
  • Took WinWin under his wing when he transferred bc he was once the 'new kid’  when he moved from Japan
  • Knows the struggles so he kind of mentors WinWin  
  • Fucks Hansol off to spend time with WinWin
  • Hansol ain’t too happy about that tho but we’ll save that for his lmao  
  • Anyway..
  • Maths?
  • Yeah he’s failing that  
  • Needs a tutor but can never be bothered bc he’s too busy making all the girls swoon with that fUCKING SMILE  
  • UGHHHHHHH
  • That’s when his maths teacher approached you her favourite pupil
  • the star student  
  • A’s across the board
  • Maths being your speciality  
  • Hence why your maths teacher adored you  
  • After class one day, she asked to talk to you
  • Ofc you obeyed lord you never ignored the teachers word
  • “Would you mind tutoring one of my other students? They’re falling behind and you’re honestly my last hope Y/N.”
  • You were hesitant at first but agree to it.
  • As you are leaving you only just thought to ask who it was you’d be seeing that afternoon in the library.  
  • “Nakamoto Yuta, he’s upperclassman.”  
  • *~fuck~*  
  • You knew exactly who he was. He was notorious for hitting on the more impressionable junior girls. Which you were one of
  • You nod slightly and once the door closes your become a internally screaming mess.  
  • “YUTA, FUCKING NAKAMOTO YUTA! I AM TUTORING HIM. ALONE. IN THE LIBRARY. WHAT IF HE TRIES SOMETHING?”
  • The rest of that day until the last bell, you couldn’t concentrate  
  • Mind speeding at 160KMPH
  • You headed to the library and saw a head of artificially coloured dirty blonde hair
  • You edged towards him, tapping him on the shoulder lightly, He spun around and beamed brightly at you with his heart fluttering smile shit
  • “I’m here to tutor you.” You stated sheepishly as you moved around to the other side of the desk.
  • “I know, I asked for you.” He continued to smile brightly, you shot him a coy little smile before grabbing your text books from your bag and sprawling them out on the table, as a quirky Yuta in the corner of your eye.
  • After about an hour and a half, you knew he was paying attention
  • You could see in the corner of your eye him looking at your rather than the book and the questions
  • You tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t any longer
  • “Are you even listening?” You turned to him to see him resting his chin in the palm of his hand as he looked at you.
  • “You want the truth?”
  • “Yeah..”  
  • “Nope.” He cracked yet  a n o t h e r  killer smile at you
  • “Well, I think we’re done for the day.” You began to gather the books, annoyance slipping into your tone of voice.
  • “I’m sorry Y/N.” He looked away briefly before looking back at you. “I promise I’ll pay attention tomorrow, okay.”
  • “Oh really?” You questioned.
  • “Yeah.”
  • “What’s the catch?” You called his bluff. He raised his hands in defeat.
  • “You got me. But dinner on Friday. Surely that isn’t a bad trade. I let you teach me, and at the end of each week on Friday you come out with me.” He had a smug look on his face but it was over taken with innocence in his eyes.  
  • “Deal.”  
  • How bad could it be?  
  • Well…
  • After about 3 weeks of tutoring him, he stuck to his promise of actually paying attention, tho he still intervened by teasing you every so often; tickling you, hiding you phone etc
  • Friday’s became your favourite day of the week
  • They already were bc the last day of school before the weekend
  • But now it was your favourite for a different reason
  • It was when you got to see the real Yuta
  • He showed more of his soft and caring side on those Fridays away from school  
  • You felt lost whenever he was off ill from school
  • Like it sounds ridiculous  
  • But you felt lost without him when he wasn’t there
  • You eventually even started hanging around with him during the actual school day
  • You practically adopted WinWin
  • You’d fix the collar of his shirt if it was uneven
  • You’d bring him snacks into school
  • Which would result in Yuta whining bc he doesn’t get any and your excuse for that is “He’s younger and needs to eat a lot to grow.” He’s not, you just liked babying him
  • Hansol basically became your best friend
  • You’d always talk to him at lunch  
  • Again, Yuta would get jaelous and try to get your attention  
  • You knew all too well he was jealous, you just loved teasing him
  • Exams were coming up
  • The closer that got, the more desperate Yuta was to study  
  • He really did work hard  
  • And you adored his motivation  
  • You’d spend even longer in the library with him, even cancelling your fun Fridays so you could go to his house and help him cram
  • He was panicking but his nerves were always eased when your were around
  • You had such a calming affect on him
  • And no one had that kind of affect on him before
  • He never had butterflies when talking to girls before until he met you  
  • He thought you would be some easy target, that’s why he chose you to be his tutor
  • But you became so much more than that
  • He actually started to care deeply for you
  • But you had no idea..  
  • You waited nervously outside the exam for him
  • Pacing back and forth  
  • Once you saw him walk out of the exam hall, you pulled him aside
  • The look on his face didn’t seem great, he didn’t show off that amazing smile of his like you had hoped  
  • You hugged him tightly, the sudden affection struck him and he felt his knees give slightly
  • “It’ll be okay, I know you passed!” You encouraged him, earning a small smile  
  • I feel like this has turned into a proper scenario oops oh well lets go with it
  • A few weeks after the exam, you were sat at home watching TV and you heard a loud knock on your front door
  • When you opened it oh my god
  • You were literally tackled to the floor  
  • “I GOT A B Y/N I PASSED MATHS!” He held you tightly.
  • You felt your air ways being constricted  
  • “I knew you would Yuta, Now loosen up you’re going to suffocate me.” You chuckled
  • He let you go but bared a death grip on your hands
  • “It’s all your doing. I wouldn’t have passed it with out you honestly, it sounds so cliché but it’s so true.”  
  • “OH Yuta, stop it! I-”  
  • You were cut off by his lips connecting with your own; hands resting on your hips as he pulled you closer  
  • You didn’t realise how much you wanted that to happen until it actually  happened
  • You had always thought about what his plump lips would feel like  
  • And lord
  • They were 100x’s better than you expected
  • Soft and sweet  
  • Once he pulled away he rested his forehead on your own, peppering your face with kisses  
  • Topping it off with a small kiss on the tip of your nose
  • “How about we go out this Friday on an actual date.” You suggested, not being able to wipe the smile off of your face
  • “Sure, but I always counted the other’s as dates.” Again smiling brightly at the small dusting of pink on your cheeks.
7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x reader - Part 1

Welcome to my first ever fanfic. Lmao not really sure what to say other than please enjoy. <3

Part 1 - Here  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3  Part 11  Part 12


“Y/F/N?“ Upon hearing your name, you gazed up and made eye contact with your teacher.

 "Present.” Sighing after he had moved on from you, you quickly snapped your eyes towards the scrunched up paper sitting before you. You really had no interest in opening it as you knew the general message but with the burning stare at the back of your head, you gave in and slowly reached for it. Upon opening the note, you were greeted with the typical message you tend to receive at least once a week.

 'You’re still here? Wow what a stubborn bitch.‘ 

Whipping your head around to glare at the culprit, you found her simply smirking back at you. 

 Hye mi.

 She sat back satisfied with her daily deed done. Making people miserable is something she practically lived for, so you weren’t all too surprised. The sad thing was, you both were the best of friends back at the beginning of middle school and, as cliche as it sounds, it all changed when you reached high school. From the age of 12, cheesy promises to remain best friends were made and upon reaching the age of 16 it was all thrown away.

 Why?

 To put it simply, Hye Mi was a bitch. A big one. She wasn’t always but when she began to value boys over friendship, something was bound to go wrong. 

And it did.

 It took no more than a week for her to drop you and develop the handy trait of bitch. She found new friends and apparently expanded her vocabulary as proven with the impressive handful of insults she directed at you and many other innocent students. Her main target was always you and it seemed like it would be for the rest of high school. She revelled in making your blood boil. 

 But you were not a weak girl, god no. Despite you being seemingly someone who is easy to pick on, you always stood your ground no matter who it was and that sometimes was your downfall, as your anger got you into bad situations every now and then.

“Right! It’s the end of the lesson, you are all dismissed. Don’t forget to bring in your slips of approval for the upcoming school trip. Jeon Jungkook, don’t you dare move from that spot!" 

 A groan escaped said boys lips as he slumped back into his seat. Jeon Jungkook. The schools 'bad boy’. The type to uselessly skip and sleep through lessons but manage to get the top grades in the class and linger outside in alleyways fighting with other school gangs or smoke with his friends.

 You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt to sneak out of the class. Same routine almost everyday. Gathering your things and stuffing them into your bag, you stood from your seat and began making your way towards the door. Except a figure stood in your way.

 "Get out of my way Hye Mi.” She simply tilted her head whilst twisting a brunette lock of hair. Her brows furrowed whilst she looked you up and down and then proceeded to snicker.

 "I see you’re still planning to become a nun, what with your skirt hanging low.“ Her ditsy friends giggled at her cringe worthy insult, boosting her ego and pride. You glanced down at your skirt that rested a few centimetres above your knees.

 "Just because I don’t have my skirt riding up my ass like you doesn’t mean I’m going to become a nun. Plus, at least nuns have some self respect. You should learn from them.” A deep chuckle resonated from the back of the room and you noticed Hye Mi widen her eyes at the sound. Her cheeks began to burn crimson at the sound of Jungkooks laugh. You barged past her having said all you needed to and headed towards the lockers. Once you had finished up, you shut your locker and was greeted with an annoyingly familiar figure. 

 "Hey, Y/N.“ You let out a dramatic sigh. "Go away, Jin Soo. I don’t want to see you.” Another person you disliked was Jin Soo and what are the odds that he likes to make your life difficult too?

 "You know if you weren’t so bitchy we could have actually been friends.“ You scowled at the sentence. He can’t be serious.

 "Maybe I wouldn’t be so bitchy if you hadn’t taken it upon yourself to play with me and proceed to embarrass me In front of the whole school.” Back in 10th grade when you had lost Hye Mi, you seeked comfort and coincidentally Jin Soo came along. After stringing you along for a whole 2 months, he made a scene in the school lunch hall, yelling about how he 'didn’t appreciate the stalking’ and how he 'doesn’t want to come over when your parents were gone’. That gave everyone a reason to practically bully you for the next 2 years. 

“You can’t still be salty over that! It’s been 2 years, get over it. Such a stuck up b-" 

 "Bitch? Yeah, being a bitch is my life goal so I’m not worried over that. Bye, hope you have a crappy day.” Spinning around, you marched out of the school and down the street.

 At least it was Friday. 

 - 

 Your Saturday morning was spent shopping with your best friend, Areum. You met the same year you grew apart from Hye Mi and she was there to comfort you after the scene Jin Soo had caused. She was too kind to leave you in the secluded corner of the library, crying your eyes out. Ever since then you only grew closer. 

 "Jungkook was staring at you through the window when you left school.“ "And how do you know that?”

 "Well, considering the fact we normally go home together I was looking for you in your class.“ You smiled sheepishly at the memory of leaving Areum behind. 

"Sorry, I had the usuals on my case.”

 "Understandable. But seriously, I think Jungkook likes you. He’s always nearby, analysing everything your involved in. To be honest, it’s kind of creepy…“ She trailed off at the sharp look you directed at her. You were not going to have any of this. 

 "Listen, he’s 'analysing’ so he can find the perfect way to piss me off. He already gets on my nerves with his sarcastic comments. Please don’t turn this sleepover into a typical 'girls night’” Areum sighed and threw herself on your bed. 

 "What do you suggest we do then?“ Glancing at your phone, you made a mental note of the time. "Well we could go to the shops to prepare for a midnight snack slash movie time.” Areum’s eyes lit up at the sound of that and she whipped back up. 

 "You really mean it?“ Nodding your head, you grinned at her. "It’s only eleven and the shops are literally down the road. As long as we’re back in an hour midnight snack time is still on. Go get your jacket." 

 Areum was gone faster than you could say 'you got no jams’.

 -

 The walk to the supermarket was a short one and gathering the snack was even shorter. However, the walk back… not so much. You and Areum had only made it halfway back to your house before you spotted the subject of your earlier discussion.

 He was leaning against the wall of an alleyway (what a surprise) with the rest of his friends. One of them, a mint haired coloured one who you were sure you heard some people call 'Suga’, was crouched down with a spray paint can in one hand and a face mask on. 

 Not sketchy at all. 

 He was in the midst of spelling out BTS or something when a low whistle was heard. "Well well, what are you two doing out so late at night?” Surprisingly, this did not come from Jungkook but rather the one many called Jimin. 

Everyone’s eyes suddenly turned to you and Areum. “Just keep walking Areum.” You sped up whilst Areum jogged to keep up. Just when you thought you had made it past them without any confrontation you heard Areum yelp. 

Turning around, you noticed someone had grabbed her wrist preventing her from moving further. The name 'Hoseok’ briefly came to mind. However, your anger had already made itself present and your confidence had surfaced.

 Marching right up to him, you grabbed his arm and all but ripped him off of Areum. He simply stared at you with an offended look. “We don’t have time for your bullshit. Bye.”

 As you turned around to leave, a heavy weight latched onto you, a chin making itself present on your shoulder. “You’re such a cutie when you’re mad. I like it." 

Turning your head, you were greeted with a boxy smile from Taehyung, a boy you shared classes with back in your fist year of high school. 

 "Get off me, Taehyung.” He simply pouted and shook his head whilst wrapping his arms around you tighter. “I don’t want to, I thought we were friends Y/N?" 

"Well you thought wrong. Get the fuck off her Tae.” Jungkook was evidently pissed off with how he spoke to Taehyung. “Fine.” He unlatched his arms from around you and took a couple of steps back, his grin coming back. 

You simply stared back at him and an awkward silence settled in. It was broken when the shaking of the spray can was heard and a heavy sigh.

 "Fuck, this is why I sleep instead of leave the house. To avoid awkward shit like this.“ Suga then continued his piece of 'art’ and you took that as your cue to leave, grabbing Areum on your way. 

 "Don’t I get a thank you from saving you from this idiot?” Jungkook called after you whilst Taehyung let out an offended 'hey!’. 

“Hey! Where’s my thank you?”

 "Maybe when you stop wearing your ass as a hat.“ You replied, speed walking down the street. If you had bothered to turn around you would have seen the satisfied smirk that made itself present on Jungkook’s face. 


Negan x Reader: The Coach

A/N: FIRST AND FOREMOST LEMME JUST LET YA’LL KNOW MY INTENSE EXCITEMENT TO BE INVOLVED IN ROUND 2 OF THE NEGAN WRITING CHALLENGE. Second of all, huge thank you to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network for creating this awesome concept! 

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I chose the prompt Coach Negan with an OC of colour (Latina/Hispanic). Also, to avoid anyone accusing me of sexualising my own race again, I AM HISPANIC AND DO NOT ENJOY BEING SEXUALISED BECAUSE OF IT.

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Warnings: Teacher/Student relationship, student is of legal age in the UK and the US (18). Racism, rough sex, daddy kink, teacher kink, slight sub/dom relationship, breath play. 

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great romances of the 21st century | (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader, highschool! Jin 
genre/warnings: drama, fluff, smut, comedy 
words: 12,799
summary: in which you must tutor the most arrogant and pretentious jerk that ever existed, who can’t seem to concentrate on anything other than football, working out and girls… but then something changes and you find yourself thinking – maybe Kim Seokjin isn’t so bad after all?

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Can I Have This Dance? | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by sssssssim


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The school dance is coming up but you’ve given up hope in getting a date.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2014. It’s long, I’m sorry.

A/N: This is based off a prompt and… I don’t know how I feel about it? It’s cute, though so I’m posting it. Also, the image of Jug climbing up to someone’s window is cute so I’m sorry. I HAD TO.


“Ugh, I hate these things,” you groaned, ripping down one of the posters for the school dance that was coming up next week. Truth be told, you didn’t actually hate them - you just hated not having anyone to go with. You had your friends but at the same time you’d want just for once to go with a date. Someone that genuinely liked and cared about you you. Was that so hard to ask for? For a few years you had hope that someone might ask you but over the last couple of dances you’d just given up. It hadn’t happened so it probably wasn’t going to.

“Another night at Pops for us then?” Your friend Jughead asked, pulling open his locker and glancing at you as you screwed the piece of paper up and tossed it to the floor without a care in the world. “Whoa, littering now? What a rebel.”

You shot him a glare, opening up your own locker to pull out a few books. “Shut it, Jones. Pop’s sounds good, though. Burgers on you, milkshakes on me?”

“Unless you want to be the kind best friend that I know you are and pay for everything?” He casually threw his arm around your shoulder as you walked down the hallway to your class.

“You wish, pal.”

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ineffablehusbands  asked:

idk if ur still doing prompts, but can u do one angst one where yuuri collapses when hanging out w yurio and yurio is freaking out and really worried??

Sorry, Yura

Yuuri didn’t want to admit it.

He didn’t want to admit that everything hurt.

That he had a pounding headache that felt so bad that Yuuri almost wanted to bash his head against the wall, because the pain would probably be less than his pounding headache.

He didn’t want to admit that the room was spinning.

That he felt like throwing up, despite not having eaten much in days.

But he couldn’t stop.

He needed to lose more weight, he still wasn’t thin enough.

He needed to practice his jumps, they needed to be perfect.

He needed to improve his step sequence, it needed to be better than ever before.

“Yo, Katsudon,” Yurio huffed out, catching his attention.

“Yes, Yura?” he questioned, forcing himself to give the teen a smile.

Yuri didn’t need to know how he felt, he was a teen with more important things to worry about than little old him.

He couldn’t tell Victor either, who was deep in his own training in preparation for the upcoming season. Victor had so much to catch up on after taking nine months off, he needed to lose weight, get back as much flexibility his body would allow and get his jumps back up to standard. It was a lot to do in such little time.

“You are looking a little pale, you okay?” the young Russian asked, causing him to laugh and wave off the boy’s concerns.

“Fine, fine,” he tried to reassure the teen, “Now, where were we?” he asked as he placed down his water bottle and moved to the centre of the room, ignoring how his stomach turned at the movement and the room span around him.

They were at the Madam Lilia’s dance studio. Madam Lilia’s! Yuuri couldn’t believe it. He still remembers sitting with Minako and watching all those videos of Madam Lilia dancing, and here he was standing in her dance studio.

“Show me how you would do that part again,” Yuri demanded, catching his attention from his little day dream.

He smiled and nodded his head as he got into the starting position.

Ballet is easy. It was the rise and fall of his limbs. It was flexing to the max and moving with grace. It was-

“YUURI!”


Yuri didn’t know what to do.

He had noticed something was off about Yuuri all day, but the Japanese man had acted so normally, he hadn’t been sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him.

Until Yuuri had dropped. Like, straight to the ground hard.

He barely remembers shouting the other man’s name.

He ran towards Yuuri, noting for the first time just how hot the older skater was. It wasn’t normal hot, it was burning hot. The sort of hotness connected with sicknesses.

“I heard a shout.” Yuri glanced up to see Lilia standing in the doorway, a little out of places if her undone hair was anything to go by.

“He fainted,” he said quickly, causing Lilia to move towards them, her long legs making it to them in less than four steps.

“Go grab your jacket and Yuuri’s as well,” Lilia ordered while crouching down beside Yuuri. He nodded and hurried towards the corner where they had put all their stuff. He grabbed their jackets and hurried back towards Lilia, who had gently lifted Yuuri’s head into her lap.

“Place the jackets over him,” Lilia ordered, voice steady and soothing, something which Yuri couldn’t understand.

Yuuri had just fainted, completely dropped, like a sack of potatoes, to the ground.

The sound of Yuuri hitting the ground echoed in his ear despite the sound having faded long ago.

He carefully covered Yuuri in the jackets, wondering if being on the cold ground was okay or not.

“What do-“ he started to ask, only to be cut off.

“Grab Yuuri’s water bottle, we will give him a few minutes. If he doesn’t wake up, we will call an ambulance,” Lilia stated simply while brushing Yuuri’s hair out of his face.

Yuri collected Yuuri’s water bottle before sitting down beside Lilia, hands grasping the water bottle tightly.

How the hell was he going to explain to Victor that Yuuri had fainted?

‘Your fiancé just fainted on me and hit the ground hard, sorry I didn’t catch him’

What if Yuuri got brain damage from hitting the ground that hard?

What if-

A groan left Yuuri’s mouth, causing Yuri to perk up.

“My head,” Yuuri mumbled softly while slowly opening his eyes.

“Yuuri, sweetheart, do you know where you are?” Lilia asked, voice surprisingly soft.

Yuri glanced between Lilia and Yuuri, worried and nervous.

“Dance studio,” Yuuri mumbled.

“Where?” Lilia asked, causing Yuuri to moan as he reached up to rub his forehead.

“Russia. What happened?” Yuuri spoke, sounding clearer than before.

“You gave little Yura a scare by fainting on him,” Lilia said simply, causing him to huff and turn his head to the side.

He hadn’t been scared.

“Sorry, Yura,” Yuuri mumbled while closing his eyes for a moment.

“Come on, Yuuri. Let’s move to a warmer and comfier room,” Lilia said, gently helping Yuuri into an upright position despite the Japanese man’s protests. “Yura,” he glanced towards Lilia who gestured towards the water bottle still grasped tightly in his hands.

“Here, drink,” he demanded while shoving the water bottle into Yuuri’s hands. The older skater accepted it with a nod and took a few sips before placing the water bottle on the ground.

“Yuuri,” Lilia said softly while helping the Japanese skater to his feet, “Have you been feeling unwell?”

Yuri stared at Yuuri closely, catching a little bit of colour return to his face.

“A little,” Yuuri mumbled, causing him to frown while grabbing the older man’s hand.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he questioned while leading him out of the room and towards one of Lilia’s sitting rooms.

“I,” Yuuri started before pausing, “I didn’t want to bother anyone,” Yuuri said, voice very soft that Yuri wasn’t sure he actually heard Yuuri speak until Lilia huffed from the other side of him.

“Yuuri Katsuki, your health is just as important as your training. You do not put yours or anyone else’s training before your own health,” Lilia said while giving the Japanese man a glare, though it wasn’t as sharp as Yuri was used to. “If you didn’t feel comfortable telling Vitya, you could have told either myself or Yakov. But do not ignore your health.”

“Yes, madam,” Yuuri replied simply, causing Lilia to nod her head as they helped Yuuri down onto a nice soft couch. He sat himself down beside Yuuri, making sure that Yuuri had his jacket on properly.

“You two will stay in this room,” she stated, “I will contact Yakov and Victor. I won’t have you leaving here until you are better, Yuuri, is that understood?”

“Yes, madam,” Yuuri replied again. The room lapsed into silence as Lilia left the room, but not before giving him a look he didn’t understand.

“Sorry, Yura,” Yuuri mumbled while gently leaning into his side.

“You should be,” he huffed while crossing his arms across his chest.

“Didn’t mean to worry you,” Yuuri mumbled, even softer than before.

“Wasn’t worried,” he mumbled back.

“Did good, Yura,” Yuuri spoke ever so softly, almost like he was falling asleep. He turned his head slightly and there Yuri was, fast asleep beside him.

“Stupid, Katsudon, not telling anyone you’re sick. God, Victor is going to kill me,” he mumbled to himself while carefully shifting Yuuri into a more comfortable position as to not strain his neck.

Babysitter || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by jinatetae

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff


Y/B/F - your best friend

The sound of your phone ringing was the first thing that you heard. Taehyung groaned beside you and rolled back over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. The sound of your ringtone going off that early made his ear drums ache.

In your sleepy haze, you managed to grab the phone, answering it and muttering a lazy hello into the microphone.

“Y/n!” Your best friends voice flooded over the line. There was a sense of panic in her voice that caused you to sit up straight in bed. Taehyung groaned even louder beside you, not wanting to be up this early but you had never heard y/b/f sound like this before.

She sounded incredibly worried and scared, and you thought that maybe something had happened. You weren’t sure exactly what, but it had to be important.

“My babysitter quit on me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t leave Bora at home, but I can’t bring her to work with me. And I can’t call in sick because then my boss will be angry at me.” Your friend continued to ramble on and on.

You knew how hard it had become for y/b/f ever since she had Bora. Bora’s father had disappeared one day and never returned, making y/b/f’s life more difficult then ever. It didn’t help that she didn’t make as much money as she needed to pay for everything they needed.

You had watched Bora a few times for her, taking the four year old for the day and treating her in ways that her mother couldn’t.

For a four year old, Bora understood that it was tough for her mom. She was possibly one of the smartest kids you had ever met, and it amazed how much she gave up to make her mom happy. She didn’t care about not being able to attend her first year of school, she didn’t care about having the newest toys and such.

It amazed you how mature she was. And you knew that y/b/f really was blessed to have a daughter like Bora.

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Romance, Part Two

An inbox prompt that got way out of hand… Mulder and Scully attempt a little bit of romance. 

Read part one here!

(Buckets of roses to @edierone, @kateyes224, and @piecesofscully for their eyes and ears)

Summary: “It’s really you in there, isn’t it?”
Supplementary Media:
Frank Sinatra - Under My Skin
Nat King Cole - I Love You for Sentimental Reasons
Billie Holiday - I’m a Fool to Want You

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Falling to Pieces

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A/N: This wasn’t requested, I just really wanted to write this. I might take it down again, I don’t really know. 

Word count: 1,881

Falling to Pieces

I was lying curled up on the wide, empty bed, still feeling my body trembling. The room was dark and quiet, way too quiet. It was probably somewhere around four in the morning, but I wasn’t sure and frankly I couldn’t care less about it.

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[shaky off-tune kazoo version of the jaws theme playing in the distance]

Hello, everyone.

First of all, I’m so incredibly sorry for just vanishing for more than half a year, especially because I realized my last post was about a hospital stay (which I did mention was harmless, but probably still looks pretty ominous as a last post.)
I feel terrible for making people worry, especially since there’s already enough upsetting stuff happening :c 

To be honest I’m a little nervous writing this post right now after being gone for so long, but I really wanted to give a life sign! This weekend I finally checked my inbox, and I was incredibly touched by all the sweet messages. I can’t get back to everyone so let me just thank all of you who sent messages or replies, or even just thought about me! I cannot put into words how much it means to me ;-; It made my heart hurt in a good way, and I hope good things happen to you!

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Archie Andrews - I believe you

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1308

Request: by @deepestdreamlandinternet 

May I request an Archie Andrews imagine we’re you both dislike each other for some reason but kiss or something like with Veronica and him the closet????

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I had so much fun writing it. I really hope you enjoy it. This imagine corresponds more to the first part of your request but I do think I might make another one inspired by him and Veronica in the closet.

Originally posted by archiiandrews

First day of school and already I managed to bump into him. Him and I were… complicated. He was the classic jock type, well build, especially after this summer, star football player and music prodigy. And even though every girl drooled over him I did not feel that way for the least bit. Back in the day maybe, just maybe I might have considered looking at him that way. What really made me mad was that a few years ago I called him a friend. Since my parents were close with his, I spend practically my whole childhood around him, he was the closest thing I had to a brother and as we grew I guess my feelings started shifting. But then as we were about to enter the high school world he got offered a seat at the popular table. He tried to fit me in his new lifestyle but I guess it just wasn’t my scene so we started seeing each other less and less. But there was this one night, everything was going south in my life at that point and I really needed him to be there just this once for me, to have a shoulder to cry on… I guess I was out of luck since I waited and waited in front of Pop’s dinner for him to show, until I got tired of waiting and returned home to the comfort of my bed. It was that night that my hatred for Archie Andrews officially embedded itself in my heart.

So today, almost 3 years after Archie had ditched me at that diner I was doing great. I skipped town for the past two years and went to live with my dad in Cali but I decided I was finally ready to come back and face my past in Riverdale. What I hadn’t expected was to be facing it so soon. Just as I was walking down the hall towards my new assigned locker I heard a group of loud boys coming round the corner, I hadn’t even bothered looking up to see who it was until one of them bumped into me while they were talking about an upcoming game. I was just about to let out a snarky comment but he spoke first “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” When I heard the voice my face instantly drained of colour. Fortunately, I was still looking down trying to pick up my scattered books so he couldn’t actually see my face. I quickly glanced at him grabbing my last book right from his hands and walked as fast as you could to get away from him. I wasn’t really sure if he had recognised me. To be fair he wasn’t the only one who had experienced and sudden ‘glow up’. During my time away I managed to work a little on myself and my feminine assets had finally appeared. Plus I had gotten glasses that just made me look smart in the hottest way possible.

Thank God this day is over. I thought waking towards my locker, earphones in my ears after the end of my last lesson. The day wasn’t really that bad, I’ve already managed to get a couple of friends around here but seeing Archie this morning threw me off and I was just eager to go home. “I knew it” I heard over your music. I looked around and there he was, leaning against the lockers staring me down. “What do you want Archie?” I asked annoyed. “I knew it was you. I could recognise you anywhere.” he stated proud of himself. “Well, congratulations, that’s amazing that you managed to recognise the girl who used to be your best friend. Allow me to get you a trophy to add to your already big collection of hurting Y/N 101.”I spat out sarcastically. “Hey, why are you mad at me? You were the one who left town without even saying goodbye. What was I supposed to think?” he asked suddenly hurt. “Oh that’s rich coming from you…” I muttered angrily walking away as I felt the tears rolling down. Get yourself together. He doesn’t deserve your tears.

Few days later

I was walking home from the gym listening to my favourite playlist. Things had gotten back to normal, relatively speaking. I was doing good at Riverdale’s high, I had made real friendships and Archie hadn’t talked to me since that first day. I finally turned to my street and saw my house, and someone sitting on my porch. At first I didn’t recognise the man, but as I came closer I realised it was a desperate looking Archie. “I thought I made it pretty clear that I didn’t want anything to do with you Archie.” I sated firmly. “Y/N, I really don’t know what happened between us… I just… I wish I knew so I could fix it” He responded weakly. “There’s nothing to be fixed.” I was trying my hardest not to break. “You really hurt me when you left, d’you know that?” he said regaining confidence. “Good.” I simply said. “I can’t believe you! You come back after 3 years of no letters, no emails, no nothing and when I confront you about it all you have to say is ‘good’?!” he stared getting mad. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get into my home now.” I tried going around him to get inside but in vain. “Oh no, you are not going anywhere until you explain what the hell is wrong with you?” this let your bottled up rage free. “Excuse me?! What is wrong with me?!” I shot back pointing a finger to my chest to emphasise my point. He stared at me confused. “Oh you really don’t know do you?” I asked a little shocked. “Know what?” “Gosh Archie, are you really so full of yourself that you hadn’t even noticed that I desperately needed you?! You were my best friend! I was counting on you! You were supposed to be there the one damn time I needed you. Damn it Archie I freaking loved you I looked up to you! You made me feels things no one ever has and I was always there when you called! But the one time, the one time I was in a bad place and needed you, you left me standing there, in the rain for 5 hours waiting for my alleged best friend to show up. So yes I think I earned the right to be pissed don’t you?!” I was out of breath after that confession. We just stood there staring at each other for what felt like an eternity and then suddenly he grabbed my face in his hands and his lips came crashing onto mine. No one had ever kissed me like that, so passionately yet so sweetly. I was backed against the door forcefully, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. 

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I couldn’t tell you the thousands things that raced through my mind during those few seconds but all I know is they all ended with him and me kissing on my porch. “I’m so incredibly sorry for what I’ve put you through Y/N… I had no idea… I got really drunk that night and when I finally came to my senses the first thing I did was looking for you, I went to your house but your mum had told you had left town for good. I love you, so much it hurts and when I thought I’d lost you I… well let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.” I just stared deeply in his eyes, unable to utter a single word, I kept searching for something to tell me was lying, that he didn’t deserve that second chance you were so compelled to give him but yet the only thing you managed to get out was “ I believe you”  before joining your lips again.

Prompt: “What about a Soulmate one with bones.” -Anon

Word Count: 2,140

Author’s Note: In doing my research for this one, I learned that I think I love this trope. It’s so cute. I hope you guys like this, we’ve been waiting on this one for a while!

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Listener - Request

Requested by anon:  Being Sherlocks first girlfriend and him only listening to you during one of his boredom cravings? Thank you so much!

Summary: Reader realizes Sherlock doesn’t listen to her unless his bored, which makes her feel a bit down and Sherlock notices.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,505

Warnings: Nope.

A/N: It’s been a while since I write in the “you…” format (whatever it is called) so I’m curious as to what reaction you’ll have.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by silent-micka

Sherlock Holmes, the most famous high-functioning sociopath and your boyfriend.

He was a lot of things, but a good boyfriend wasn’t one of them. For instance, his high ego about his intellect made it hard for him to give you a decent compliment which resulted in: “Your… shirt looks nice, although that colour doesn’t really fit you”, “Your un-used mind amuses me” and “I’d rather keep you at home than out on a case, you might ruin it… And I also want you to be safe, although no one is really safe. Bye!”

However, you were enamoured with him. His aureate language and his multiple talents had you head over heels, without mentioning those small but highly appreciated moments in which he would actually show affection to you.

It was weird, and nobody understood how you could date a man like him, but that’s exactly what love does: it turns you into a stupid person. Sherlock would remark that as constantly as possible, making sure to add a “maybe that’s why my IQ is becoming lower… because of you” Which was as romantic as he’d get.

You’d find yourself brooding about him when he and John were on a case. He had had a few love affairs in the past, nothing to worry about, and they had proven to everyone that Sherlock Holmes could actually feel; after all you were his first girlfriend. However, there was still something off about your relationship. An effervescent feeling, down your gut, that begged you to re-think.

But what was it?

It took you a while to find out, but once you reached the denouement, you couldn’t help but to feel a tad bit down. Sherlock wouldn’t listen to you unless he was bored, and yes, he didn’t truly listen to anybody else but him and sometimes Watson, but you weren’t just anybody.

“You’re upset.” He observed, although he hadn’t moved his gaze from the book he was reading. You looked back at him, sitting in his seat, crossed legs and tilted head. He was like a fine piece of art, and yet, your broken heart made you focus on the conversation.

“I’m just tired.” You muttered and gave your back to him once more, pretending to be rearranging the books at the nearest shelve.

“Tired?” Sherlock chuckled, “If you were tired you’d be yawning, or at least looking sleepy. You’re not tired.”

“Well, you’re the expert.” You sighed and walked over to sit in front of him. “Tell me, Mr. Holmes, what do I have?”

“I think that’s a question you should answer to.” Sherlock commented, putting the book down.

“Are you telling me the great consultant detective can’t deduct his girlfriend’s thoughts?” You provoked him, “The first time we met, you said I was clear as water to you. So tell me, what do I have?”

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Serial Killer AU (End 1)

All my thanks to @queenlypirate for suggesting two endings. Either works, so pick your fave. I know which is mine. Also in this one, Marinette took the ‘Chat needed help’ a little bit too literally.

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| End 2|


Tikki opened the door to Marinette’s apartment wearily. Putting the key she found in the potted plant next to the door in her pocket, Tikki entered the house. Everything seemed unchanged, save for the thin layer of dust that appeared to settle over everything. Tikki got a grip on her gun and began to move slowly, taking in her surroundings. Nothing seemed out of place, no sign of fighting or resistance. Still, something was out of place. Marinette called about two weeks ago saying she needs a medical leave. Something about exhaustion and other things that might affect her performance at work. Tikki, of course, approved the medical leave. She didn’t want Marinette putting her health in peril or the sake of working. But when she tried to call last week to ask her about her whereabout the line went dead. She assumed Marinette might just have her phone closed. But after continuous calls for a couple of days, Tikki figured something had to be wrong. So she came to visit. It seems like her instincts were right.

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