OK but seriously, Bitty and Jack’s public coming out/proposal...
I have this headcanon/idea that if they come out publicly they decide, “Fuck it. If we’re doing this we’re gonna go hard.” AKA some kind of flash mob or performance proposal. So Jack and George come up with this genius idea to announce Zimbits at a game.
George just wanted to slip it in at the end of the game but JACK…
Jack talks to Bitty and they decide to do something a little bit….different
The planning took FOREVER. It was originally just going to be a way for them to come out.
Zimms decides about 10 seconds in that this would be a perfect way to propose. He gets some of the guys in on it. He has Tater and Shitty help him pick out the ring and gets Georgia to work out the logistics for everything.
Don’t even get me started on when Jack tells Bob and Alicia/Suzanne and Coach bc you know they absolutely LOST it
Bitty used to be a figure skater. Jack plays pro hockey. So what better way than to do it than on the ice at a Falconer’s home game?
It’s halftime/intermission/whatever and the announcer welcomes a surprise performance
Enter Bitty. He’s not in a fancy costume or anything, just a shirt and some pants. The crowd’s all types of confused.
“I came here for hockey and there’s some ice skater taking over the ice?! What in the hell is going on?”
He’s skating to Death of a Bachelor (AKA I’m taken. He’s taken. Leave my BF alone you fucking piranhas)
It’s a pretty standard routine until right before the chorus
Enter Jack “Cannot do anything less than 110%” Zimmermann.
He’s changed out of the main bulk of his gear. Mainly just wearing the sweater so people know it’s him.
Insert Yuri on Ice-style exhibition/pairs skate shit here. I’m thinking something Battle of the Blades-ish, maybe.
At some point, Jack THROWS Bitty into a fucking jump or spin. (Because you know that boy is ripped as hell and has the strength to do it and Bitty might never have skated pairs but he used to goof off with the girls that practiced at his rink sometimes and is DETERMINED.)
They practiced it over and over and over and almost cut it altogether. But bc Jack is HARDCORE you know he went whole fucking hog and told Bits when they were practicing, “I can do this. One more time. I’m going to get this right” about 1000 times (Bitty had a massive bruise on his butt despite the butt pads for like, 2-3 weeks because of Jack’s determined attitude/ Bitty’s need to be a little extra. Which Jack took advantage of but Bits didn’t exactly mind)
The entire routine is full of lingering touches and cheek caressing. It’s tasteful tho bc Bitty is a Southern boydammit it and his momma is watching.
Right at the end, Bitty’s doing some fancy spin (He hears the crowd hollering) and when he finishes there’s Jack.
HOLDING A FUCKING RING BOX. DOWN ON ONE KNEE. IDK how but he got his hands on a mic, probs Marty or somebody chucks it at him with a “Go get ‘im kiddo”, and asks Bits to marry him
Bitty’s losing it. The crowd is losing it.
Bitty says YES! about a hundred times and it’s beautiful.
Hey Cassie! You have no idea how much I love your books, and not to mention how much Alec and Magnus mean to me. Reading about them when I was just beginning to figure out my sexuality meant a lot. I just finished TftSA and I really want to cry because of George. I love the fact though that Simon took on Lovelace as his surname. I remember reading awhile back that Simon would take Lightwood when he married Izzy, is this still true? Lovelace seems so fitting to him honoring George.
Simon will always keep Lovelace as part of his name — so, poor boy, he will likely be cursed with the name Simon Lewis Lovelace Lightwood forever. He has reasons to honor the Lightwoods, too, so for him this is a way to honor multiple people who he cares about. :)
Awhile ago I saw @portentous-offerings make a post about how Marinette’s parents would react if they found out she was ladybug in response to an anon question, and she said something about her parents sending food with her on patrols to share with Chat Noir and it made me think about how touched he would be if parents who’ve never even met him were looking out for him when he barely even has one parent on his side at home.
This started off as a doodle and considered using it as line-art practice then thought why not try coloring it? Then there was an attempt at shading (not too knowledgeable in that area but whatever) I really had fun with this and I hope to make more complete-like work in the future.
18 years ago I remember my my mom being told over the phone that my brother would be spending 15 years in prison for gang related crimes and violence. He was barely a teenager. I was only 5 so I don’t remember much. But I remember my mom falling to the floor not being able to catch her breath. I remember seeing how much it broke her. I remember how much it eventually broke all of us. 18 years later and I’ve never seen her cry in the way she did, that night.
8 years ago I remember starting a new school, for the fourth time. Freshman year all the way until junior year I spent my lunches in the bathroom alone as I called my mom to keep me company, because I had no one else. I remember being an outcast, shy and nervous. I remember coming home crying after school every day praying for at least one friend. Hating myself for how “weird” I was. I call these years the lost years. I hated myself enough to ignore whatever I was. Even though, I was just me. I hated me.
4 years ago I remember it seemed like my entire life was crashing all at once. I came to realization with my sexuality, I fell in love with a girl who taught me so much about loving someone and how to be loved. Everything was perfect. Until we lost each other, leading to my first true heartbreak I ever had. Her religion kept us apart, and even out of each other’s life. The breakup was very sudden and heart aching. Just two weeks later my nephew had a seizure on his 15th birthday. No one knew the cause of it, it took doctors months to figure it out. He lost his ability to use his entire left side of his body, with severe bleeding in the brain. At 15, his life changed forever. A week later, my dad lands in the hospital for kidney failure. He couldn’t seem to shake the disease of alcoholism he’s been fighting since before I was even born. The doctor predicted a very short time frame to live. I remember how badly I cried over all three of these incidents, for almost a year straight. I remember praying to god to bring me someone to help cope, after losing my love, who was also my best friend. I remember being at work finding a quiet space to pray to god, as I cried, every day. I prayed so much for his help and strength. I thought I’d never get over it.
1 year ago I remember being in the most abusive relationship of my life. She would hit me in my sleep, forced sex on me as I refused, even in my sleep and refused to notice it as rape. She would threaten to kill me, call me fat. Cut me off from my friends and family. She would choke me until I cried, because that’s all she wanted to see. She wrecked my new vehicle I worked so hard for and put me thousands and thousands of dollars in debt. she played being the victim so well, that I had no one to be there for me. This was the very first time I ever not only thought, but also attempted suicide, and commonly self harmed myself.
I thought I’d never get over any of it.
It’s now 2017. It will be two years in June since my brothers been home, he’s married to his first love, with a one year old. He’s happy and he’s healthy and in love, my mom is married to a man who treats her in a way I’ve always hoped to see. My senior year of high school? It was beautiful. I not only met some amazing people, but I’ve grown to be more confident and love myself whether someone does or not. My nephew is now able to walk again and is currently gaining back his motor skills to speak again. My dad, he’s still alive and seems to be healthier than ever. Remember when I said I prayed for someone to be there for me? I soon after met my best friend Kathryn. Who has played a major role in my life and someone who I look up to everyday. She’s forever. And I finally built the courage to leave my abusive ex. It was terrifying, it was difficult but I did it. I learned to love myself again, it was a long and painful process but I did it. And I will continue to.
If I could tell my past self what I know now, it would be that things don’t last forever. And even the pain, sometimes it does stay but it’s something you learn to live with and soon enough appreciate, for reasons. Trauma happens, and sometimes more than once. But there’s so much comfort in knowing that a better day does exist. That no matter how bad things can be, there are better days. Hang in there, and take the moment to realize how far you’ve come. And appreciate the bad days for making the good ones so much more beautiful.
As bad as all of these are, as much as they all hurt and left marks upon me visible and not, it’s made me who I am today. I have a strong sense of self. I am proud of who I am and I love myself and understand who I am more than anyone else will and I don’t mind that. I enjoy my solitude and no longer cry or am scared when it occurs. And I’m aware of any unhealthy, toxic and abusive relations before they get close enough to me. What has happened made me strong, and has only made my heart ten million times bigger. And I want to spend the rest of my life helping and healing anyone I possibly can. Because I know I’m capable of doing so, and it is where I find the most happiness and comfort.. in another persons smile and forgiveness.
AU where Will is a famous rockstar and Nico is obsessed with him. They meet backstage on his concert
Will took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the meet and greet before his show. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to mentally prepare for the teenage fan girls that somehow are allowed to come to his concert.
He went to the room where the camera was set up along with some sharpies he would use to sign things. Secretly, he was hoping to get a couple of guys in his meet and greet line today.
The line seemed to go on forever. There were a lot of teenage girls, probably thinking that he would date them when they get older. The joke’s on them though. He hasn’t come out to the media yet. His manager thinks that if he came out, his music wouldn’t attract his target audience. That was complete bull shit because music was for everyone, not just the target audience his manager wanted.
As he got to the last few people, he noticed a guy about his age at the back of the line. He had dark hair and kind of pale but super cute.
The flash of the camera blinded him for a moment before he looked at the guy, the last person in his line. It was kind of refreshing to have a guy in his meet and greet line.
“Hello.” Will smiled as the guy walked over to him, slightly shaking. “What’s your name?”
“N-Nico.” He replied. “Will, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Will smiled a bit. “It’s always nice to meet a fan. Especially a male fan. It makes me feel like I’m not just a teenage girl rock star.”
Nico looked at him a bit shocked. “But your lyrics and music are so moving and raw. Your music isn’t teeny booper material. It’s real experiences that I can relate to. I know that they probably say that to you too but I know those experiences you go through isn’t as general as they think they are.”
“You’re right.” Will smiled. “All the songs are from real experiences or feelings I have.”
“My favorite is Apollo’s Song.” Nico said. “The song is about finding your identity and being comfortable with who you are.”
“Yes!” Will said. “It took me forever to convince the label to put the song on the album.”
“Why? It’s an amazing song! And-”
“And they didn’t want me to have a song on my album that can reveal my sexual identity.” Will whispered. “The whole song was about me figuring out my sexual identity.”
Nico stared at him. “Are you kidding? There needs to be more songs about that, especially if you’re trying to attract that age group.”
“I know.” Will smiled.
Nico smiled back. “Um, can I get a picture and an autograph?”
“Oh! Yes! Of course!” Will replied, taking the CD Nico brought and signed it. He also left a note on the inside of his CD case.
They took a picture together and Nico shook Will’s hand.
“Thank you. And I’m really embarrassed to say this, but I am a huge fan for your music. I also appreciate the picture, autograph, and talk.”
“Make sure you look at the CD thoroughly before you leave the concert tonight.” Will told him. “And enjoy the show, Nico.”
“Thank you.” Nico blushed before leaving. He opened the CD case and saw Will left a note for him to wait for him after the concert. His heart fluttered a bit as he headed to his seat.
sit on the couch, idly watching the basketball game. It’s not really a
great game if you’re being honest, but it’s the only thing on TV during a
slow night. You go to take another sip of your beer and finish the can,
crumpling it up and placing it next to you on the couch.
the garage door open as your wife comes inside huffing and puffing. She
slowly made her to the kitchen and you hear her put the groceries on
the counter. “Hey, can you help me bring the rest of the bags in?” she
says as she waddles into the living room. Her maternity top is stretched
tightly around her eight-months-pregnant belly and she’s already
“Ahhh, give me like ten minutes babe. The game just got
really good!” you reply. It hadn’t, to be honest, but you really didn’t
want to move at the moment. She gives you a death glare and waddles back
to the garage in a huff. “And get me another beer!” you call.
gone for longer than usual, but comes back in and hands you a cold can.
“Here,” she mutters before heading back to the kitchen. You go to take a
sip- she already cracked it for you! What a great wife. The cold liquid
sweetly flows down your throat. You look at the can incredulously. This
tasted incredible… certainly nothing like the normal swill! You eagerly
gulp down the rest of the beer and set it next to you on the couch.
few moments later, you start to feel funny. Your eyes begin to droop
and your vision blurs as the TV starts to change colors. “Woah…what
the…” you murmur. The world begins to spin as your eyes grow heavier and
heavier. You pass out on the couch, slipping into unconsciousness.
don’t really know how much time passes- it could have been seconds, or
weeks, or years. You start to groggily awaken, your vision slowly coming
back as you regain clarity. “Ughhh,” you groan softly. Your body feels
heavy and cumbersome and your head is pounding.
“Hi honey,” you hear your wife’s voice say sweetly. You try to focus on her form as she stands in front of you.
just happened?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. Your body is still heavy
and you feel pinned down to the couch. You blink rapidly as you gaze
upon your wife. She’s standing in front of with a smirk, her hands on
her skinny hips. Wait a moment… she wasn’t pregnant! Her midsection was
flat and toned like it used to be.
“Woah! You’re-what happened to
the baby?” you cry, trying to stand up. You manage to get up by about
two inches before falling back to the couch. You look down to your lower
half. Sitting in your lap is perfectly round, swollen belly and two
perky breasts are perched on top.
“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetie?
Can’t get up?” your wife asks. You look down at your body
incredulously, placing both hands atop your swollen mound. No, this
couldn’t be real… there was no way this was happening. Yet your skin
responds to your touch and it feels so lifelike as it sits heavily on
top of your legs. You feel a flutter inside you at the same moment a
lump appears on your skin. Your eyes go wide.
“Ah, yes, kicks are
wonderful the first time you feel them! Just wait until she kicks you
right in the rib,” your wife says, placing a hand on your belly and
rubbing softly. You can’t speak, still trying to process what just
“What…how…what the hell?!” you cry. No, this couldn’t be
happening! You’re a man! And your wife is pregnant, not you! How the
hell could this even happen? You had to be dreaming.
laughs and takes a seat beside you on the couch, putting her hand back
on your baby bump. “Well you see, honey, do you remember all those times
you blew me off these past eight months? When you never vacuumed, or
cleaned, or cooked, or even offered to help me as our child grew inside
me? You are such an asshole. I was suffering and you couldn’t even be
bothered to stop watching a stupid basketball game to get up and help
me. Were you even going to do anything when the baby finally got here?!”
she cried, her face growing angrier and angrier with each passing word.
She took a deep breath and calmed herself, but her eyes still stared
daggers through you.
“When we got married, I debated whether or
not I should tell you that I was a witch. Then I got pregnant and you
became totally useless. So I started working on a potion about three
months ago. It took forever to make, and I’m honestly surprised I could
even figure it out. So many variables to consider…” she trailed off,
clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I finally finished it two days ago and was
debating whether I could actually go through with it. Then you made me
carry in all those groceries by myself, and I knew it was the right
decision. So, long story short, you’re 36 weeks pregnant, I’m not, the
baby is in you now, and you’re going to give birth in a month,” she
Your head spun as you tried to process this. You were
still convinced this was a joke. There was no way this could actually be
happening. A sharp pain suddenly manifested in your ribs. You hissed
and doubled over, both hands involuntarily clutching your belly. That
felt so real…
“This is real, sweetie,” your wife said with a
chuckle. “I know what you’re thinking. This is not a dream. Come with
me, I think I can help you figure this out,” she said, pinching your
popped out belly button as she hopped up. She pulled you off the couch
and you wobbled as you tried to stand. Your belly was so heavy as it
hung off your midsection. It felt like a dead weight just sitting there.
Your breasts sat perky and full on your chest and jiggled slightly as
you tried to find your balance.
“Follow me. And take your time- we
don’t want you falling and hurting your precious cargo,” your wife said
with a smile as she walked to the door. You tried to follow her and
found you were forced into a slow waddle. A hand immediately went to
back as it already started to ache.
“Now, like I said, I made a
very complex potion that required a TON of rare ingredients and lots of
careful planning. I’d say it was my finest accomplishment as a witch.
So, just to make sure you really would learn your lesson, I made a
few…changes… to our living situation,” she said as she opened the door.
She stepped out onto the porch and you followed her outside.
world around you looked the same. Everything was the right color and the
air felt warm. Your neighborhood looked exactly the same, and the car
parked in your driveway still had a scratch on the side.
Keller!” your wife called. You look across the street to your neighbor’s
house. Mr. Keller stood outside. His brown hair looked the same from
here, but he sported a perfectly round belly, just like you. He idly
rubbed the mass as he watered the flowers. He was wearing a flowing
green maternity dress, big and loose enough to comfortably accommodate
his growing passenger.
“Hey you two! Great weather today!” he called back. Your eyes widened again and your felt sick.
honey, in this world, men are the ones who get pregnant. Matter of
fact, they’ve always been the ones who got pregnant! Nobody here has
ever heard of a woman having a baby. It’s just silly. And, since I
created this reality, I wanted to make sure I could really make this as
great for me as possible. Husbands here don’t work- when they get
married, they stay at home and take care of the house. Most men get
pregnant as soon as possible, or at least when their wife gets a good
job.” she explained happily. You had no words and had to stumble back
inside, leaning against the wall as you tried to process this. The baby
kicked again and settled in a new position. You suddenly had to pee.
of course, there has to be a way for a baby to get in and out of there,
you know?” your wife says as she comes back through the door and pats
your rounded belly. “So there’s some, ah, changes to your equipment,”
she smirks, reaching down to your crotch. She brushes her hand between
your thighs and you realize that there’s nothing down there. No cock, no
balls, nothing- just an interesting feeling between your legs. You
realize what this means and you start to cry. This was too much.
honey, it’s okay…” your wife says, taking your hand and rubbing your
bump. “…I’ll make sure you have fun tonight.” She guides your hand to
her own nether regions and you feel the unmistakable outline of a huge
dick. Tears roll down your face as the baby gave another kick. You were
(Hi all, this is my first submission here! Might continue this if people generally want to see another installment)
Jared x Platonic! Reader, Jensen x Platonic! Reader, Gen and Dannel mentioned.
Summary: You are Jared and Gen’s future adopted daughter as well as an actor for the character Emily Winchester, Sam’s unknown daughter. Just a normal day on set that ends in the promise of no complaints.
Warnings: Fluff, J2, slight spoilers for season 11, mentions of parental death and car accidents
Word Count: 2,327 ( what can i say? i love details lmao)
Warnings: Cussing, slight violence and that’s pretty much it. oh and ANGST (:
A/N: Here it is! It took me forever because I originally wrote a different one shot but I’m going to save that one for another time. Hope you like it and please let me know what you think.(:
You tried to throw Donald and the rest off of Gabriela’s trail but it wouldn’t be long before they figured out who she’d gone to for help.
You were one of the main reasons the kids and most of the nurses even got out in the first place. You had a change of heart and a long talk with yourself about who you’d become in the short span of two years. You were never this heartless and you wondered (more like hoped) if there was truly a God that they’d forgive you for what you’d done. Maybe this act would somehow absolve you of this sin but even if it didn’t, it did help you sleep a little better at night knowing those innocent children were spared.
The bed moved a little, the mattress dipping and a pair of arms circled your waist.
“Ya up baby?” Donald’s breath fanned over the crook of your neck.
Oh yea, you were also secretly dating the leader of the Reavers, Donald Pierce, that you were also apart of.
a/n: Sorry I’ve been absent but I should be back now! I know it took me forever to write this but I’m going to work on the first part for each character which will just be the headcanon written out as part of a fic and then resolve it in the second part. Here are the Headcanons that this originated from: MC and the boys have a fight. Angst fics so far: Zen Part 1 , Yoosung Part 1, Seven Part 1
You were once again waiting up for when Zen came home. He had been gone so often as of late that you only saw him once a day. Usually, he either left before you got up or came home long after you went to bed if he even came home at all that is.
To be quite honest you were fed up with the situation and you were finally going to confront him. In an attempt to stay awake and fight off the loneliness you were feeling you started to organize Zen’s desk. It was a complete mess. You blew your bangs out of your face as you began rummaging through loose papers and fan mail.
You came across an open fan letter lying on his desk and couldn’t help but be a little nosy. You were frankly a little shocked when your name came up in the letter.
”I know you must care for her deeply, but as a dedicated fan ever since your first big production, I must say that your acting style has changed. It took me forever to figure it out but I realized that you started to change after you started dating her. She is holding you back. She is poison to your career. I’m just worried about your future…
XOXO A worried and loyal fan”
Your heart broke a little as your fears were confirmed. You were ruining Zen’s career and he was avoiding you to try not to show it. A tear crept down your cheek and you looked away from the letter as you heard the front door slam shut.
All thoughts of confronting him flew out of your head and you neatly folded the damning letter and tucked it into your pocket. You put on a fake happy face and went to make dinner.
Over dinner, you noticed that Zen was really upset and frustrated. This just further confirmed what you read in the letter. Your anxiety slowly continued to build until you almost felt like you couldn’t breathe. You picked at your food and then asked Zen how his day was as a distraction.
“I had a meeting with the director today, he told me I should take some time off because he felt as if my acting has been off for a while now.” he huffed.
You breathing stopped. Now you knew it was true without a doubt.You really were affecting Zen. He got reprimanded by his boss because of you. This was all your fault. The glass you were clutching slipped out of your hand shattering on the floor.
Without thinking you began trying to pick up the shards. One of them sliced your hand and you snapped out of your dazed state. Zen attempted to pull you up from the floor and check you over but you resisted.
“Zen, am I holding you back?” you questioned almost desperately.
When he didn’t say anything your heart shattered like the glass on the floor.
“I am, aren’t I? I’m the reason you are struggling, it’s all my fault” you questioned again sounding nearly hysterical at this point.
“Wh-what MC, no! What are you saying? Stop saying ridiculous things and let me look at your hand” he attempted to pull you from the floor again but you fought him. His exasperation at the current situation and work had built up to much. Zen’s frustrations washed over him and he started to yell.
“MC, JUST FUCKING STOP IT ALREADY AND LET ME HELP YOU! YOU’RE BLEEDING!” He shouted.
You had never heard him raise his voice at you and frankly it scared you. You felt like this was all your fault. In an attempt to make him understand you raised your voice too, soon enough both of you were yelling at each other but you couldn’t seem to stop.Your hand began to sting and you got quiet.
“I-I think we should break up Zen. You’re just being stubborn and blinded by not wanting to hurt me, the truth is I’m holding you back and you know it. This is for the best..” With tears freely flowing down your face you turned around walking towards the door.
You felt Zen grab your arm, “MC please, please don’t do this. Please don’t walk out on me. I’m sorry I yelled before, but please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked.
You didn’t turn around because you knew if you did you wouldn’t be able to leave. “Zen please don’t make this harder than it has to be” you pushed his hand off your arm.
Your heart shattered once again as you walked out the door. Before the door completely shut you whispered “I’m sorry Zen.”
You realized that you hadn’t thought this through when you simultaniously realized that all you had on you was that horrible letter. You didn’t have a cell phone or any cash but you knew you had to move fast.
You ran from the apartment and towards the one person you knew would always be there for you.
Awwwwww what blueberries reaction to this hug? And what is dust thinking about now?
GOODNESS GRACIOUS THIS TOOK FOREVER TO MAKE! Also if you guys are wondering why my coloring keeps changing, its cause im still trying to figure out what i like best. Lastly don’t be afraid to send in some ASK’S, Thank you and stay tuned!
Shout to Mod R for helping me with the dialouge and keeping you guys updated!
So, I was so inspired by SNL and soldier Harry that I have written something along those lines. I have so much planned and I’m finally writing again!
I hope you like this one! —
“Are you sure?” She asked me again.
"Am I sure about what?“ I asked packing my bag and finalizing the checklist.
"Sure that you want to meet him. Sure that he is safe and not some creep!” Her doubts coming to the front.
"He is not a creep, Ashley! He is in the army and we have both Skyped him, remember?“ I laughed.
"Yeah, 6 months ago though! And once! And you only talked to him so many times and only have corresponded through letters and…"
"Babe, he is the army. And we have corresponded as closely as we have been able to, whenever he is around, right?” I assured her.
“Are you sure you want to spend the day and well, the night with him? I mean, we are here on a holiday and you’re here with me and that’s what your parents know! If you happen to die or something, what will I tell them! That we lied to them and you went to meet your boyfriend, who you are meeting for the first time in a year!” This did sound crazy.
“I have talked to him for two years now! And we started dating only 9 months ago. We haven’t been able to meet because we never were in the same place, you know that. When he was in town, I wasn’t and he only comes home for a bit. He is on an off for three days for me and I can’t believe my luck that our parents agreed to send us here. I am so ready to meet this guy. I have loved him for a long time and even though our relationship isn’t conventional enough and questionable, I really don’t care at the moment,” I told her. “Do I make sense?”
“Yeah, you do. Okay! Alright…go. But, you’re texting me your location all the time. I will be right here. Have a relaxing day, and keep a track of your texts, okay?” She hugged me.
“I promise! Okay, wish me luck!”
I sat on one of the benches in the park. I was early, 30 minutes to be exact, but that’s just because I didn’t want to be late. I was in my best dress, the one I thought I looked nice in at least. It was not too dressy, but not too casual. I was so nervous. In two years, we were meeting for the first time. Taking our friendship to a relationship was a big risk, but we figured that, I wasn’t falling for anybody else and he didn’t have any other interests except me, so we just fell. It wasn’t strictly planned or asked, it was just said.
I remember how my friend got me his contact from her boyfriend. I had been cribbing about being lonely forever and, she just proposed this to me. I, intially found it absurd, but having no interest in the guys around me, planned to give this a try. It panned out nicely. I don’t think either of us took it too seriously in the beginning. We were just corresponding through hand written letters. But, slowly as the letters increased to topics we both couldn’t stay away from, and the months passed, it suddenly just happened. Then came the first call, then skype, exchanging actual photographs of ourselves to talking on call, and taking a deep breath when we heard each other’s voice. It was surreal, but also so real. We actually had real conversations through our letters. Not conversations like my friends had about going to gyms or sex, or booty calls or sex, it was so much more. Yes, there were a couple about sex, but they came a lot letter, where I knew I was getting frustrated for sure.
I looked at my phone, switching on the front camera, to check the little makeup I had applied was still there. I tried to play around with my hair, but they were a little long now, and since I never had hair this long, I was not used to experimenting. So, I just left them open, and fixed my dress. I had fifteen minutes left, and I shifted on my seat, keeping my bag close, and fixing my heels, looking around an almost empty park. In our last call, last night, he texted me the location of where to meet since, he knew this place better. It was so strange, we had each other’s number, but we didn’t text last night. He had his phone for three days before he had to submit it back, three days with me.
I was so nervous. I played a song on my IPod, but shut it back down, since I couldn’t get myself to concentrate. What if he doesn’t come? What if he us a bad guy wanting to kidnap me? No. That’s not possible, okay.
I texted Ashley, about how nervous I was, and went through my mails, since I had work to respond to, and it was a good distraction as well.
"Jade?“ I heard his voice, and I stopped typing. I slowly looked up to the man standing next to my bench. I literally, scanned him. From his boots, to his brown checked pants, to the white shirt, unbuttoned a couple from the top, his tattoos peaking through his shirt. His hand, held his coat jacket. He dressed up for me, with a bouquet of white roses, my favorite in his other hand. My eyes traced up, to his full lips, lips I had dreamt of kissing again and again, his lips smiling to show a dimple on his cheek, to his eyes, sparkling green, staring at me in question, a little frown coming up, since I was not responding.
"I am Jade,” I nodded, sitting up straight, and keeping my phone inside my wallet.
“Am I late?” His voice sounded so much more delicious in person. His accent more prominent than it sounded on call. “I swore I was early,” he said.
"No, no I am just really early,“ I stood up, standing right in front of him, as his eyes did the same thing to me and I did to him. I noticed how I was shorter than him, trying to remember this height. Our eyes met again, after we had imprinted each other in our brains, and he smiled so wide, and bright.
"That’s good, then,” We couldn’t say a lot. I was a chatterbox, he still remained quiet. But, somehow the Skype sessions didn’t prepare me for this interaction. “I, I…umm, I got you this,” he said, giving me the bunch of flowers.
I took it from him, as gracefully as I could. Trying not to embarrass myself, and I thanked him for it. “You’re way beautiful in person than I could ever imagine.”
"Ditto,“ He smiled. "Is that your bag? Let me take it,” he picked it up from the bench and started walking towards the exit of the park with me. “So, umm, like I told you, my aunt has an apartment in this town,"
"Which she doesn’t use,” I said, remembering our conversation.
“Yes, she doesn’t live in town. I got it all ready for us, so umm, we could keep your bag there, and go around town?” He asked.
"You talk way slower in person, than your calls,“ I said, looking at him. He was so beautiful. He stopped, a frown coming up, "That’s good though, I talk really fast," I laughed.
"You do, it balances out, I guess. I like you laughing,” He said and I blushed. “I think we have a lot of firsts to get through today."
"Yeah, that is true. I have a habit of saying things on my mind though, I am trying to control it, and am getting better, but it’s pretty instinctive,” I said, realizing it was the exact thing I was doing.
“You write what you exactly think as well,” He smirked.
“Are you teasing me?” I giggled.
“Me? No,” He hand my bang on his shoulder, as he took my hand to cross the road. I swear, I felt a spark and we both stopped at the foot path. Our first touch. I tightened my hold around his fingers, and he did the same, looking at me, and then we crossed the road.
Not letting go of our hands, he explained how the house was right next to the park, in the lane we were walking towards. “Harry?” I asked, stopping a bit.
“I like you saying my name in person,” he said. “What happened?"
"Nothing, I wanted to say your name in person."
"Jade,” He smiled. “Here we are,” we stopped in front of a small house, and climbed up the stairs. He kept my bag down, and still didn’t let go of my hand, which made me feel so warm. He opened the door of the house and picked up my bag, as we walked in.
“Wow, it’s a beautiful house,” I remarked, as I saw the beautifully furnished apartment.
“Thank you, my aunt is a home designer. She uses this one as a show piece."
"You sure we can stay here?” I asked, not wanting to touch anything in this place.
“Yeah, don’t worry. I took permission and everything!” He laughed. He led me inside the house as I saw his muscles flex. It was so weird. When you are with a person you don’t notice the little intricacies of the person and, with him I was trying to remember everything and ingrain it.
“I’m going to keep your bag here,” He kept it on a desk. “Do you need anything from it?” I nodded, finally letting go of his hand, noticing we both sighed and then taking out my wallet. “Do you want water?” He asked. I nodded and he went into the kitchen. I quickly texted my location to Ashley, and followed him inside. “There you go,” He handed it to me. “I have food planned. Preparations are made, and we’ll have dinner at home,” He said, looking proud.
“I’d hope so. You do boast a lot about your cooking,” I teased.
“Soon enough, you’ll know why!” I kept the glass in the sink. “Do you want to rest for a bit, or want to go out?”
“Whatever you like,” I shrugged.
“Let’s go to the beach?” I nodded and we walked out. He took my hand again, and we walked out the back door. “This is the ideal house,” I laughed. For a while we didn’t talk just taking each other in, I guess. “I can’t believe, I’m here with you,” I said after a while. “I’m sorry, I can’t stay silent for a long time and I just want to hear your voice,” I said.
He laughed, “and hear you laugh. Hear you shout, scream, get angry, scold, tease, there’s so much to do, and we don’t have time!"
"Well, I am glad we don’t have that wall to break. I kind of knew you’ll take care of the communication gap. We can take off our shoes here.”
"What if someone steals em?“ I asked.
"No one would, really, it’s safe.” I stepped on the sand, feeling it in my toes, "I like sand,“ I told him. "When I was young, we had a backyard where my grandma just left this part of the land to play with mud and sand, always saying it gives you character. I loved it! I talk a lot don’t I? Tell me when you get annoyed?” I asked, shying away.
“I don’t think that’ll happen, Jade. I have waited so long to just hear you talk.” He took my hand, again as we walked towards the water. “I love the beach. There is something really calming about it. Want to sit?” I did at once. “I thought, you’ll crib about getting your dress dirty,” He laughed. I just looked at him, “you aren’t really like anyone else, are you?” He said, putting my flick back behind my ear. I put my cheek in his palm, quite instinctually.
“I like your suit."
We spent the afternoon chatting. Somehow I didn’t have to think of topics. They just came up and we took it from there. It felt nice to know that, he was the same in person to the guy I was talking to for so long. In the couple of hours, all our boundaries of not knowing each other just fell apart, quite like the Sand we were surrounded in and, we sat close to each other. His fingers playing with my hair, mine playing with his fingers. “Are you hungry?” He asked after a while.
“Hmm, where are we eating?” I asked.
“C'mon, get up. We have to walk a bit. There is this nice seafood restaurant here.” He knew the things I was allergic to, like shrimps, and how much I loved prawn. He ordered wine, which I knew was his favorite.
“Oh! I got something for you!” I remembered. “I opened y wallet and took out the little piece. It was a ring. I knew he liked wearing them, whenever he could.
"Hey! Where did you find this from?” He asked, shocked.
“Is it similar to the one you had?” I asked.
“Yeah! It’s so similar. Thank you, Jade,” He looked at me with a look of such adoration in his eyes, I swore, I was all puddle inside. We ate food, talking about his childhood and mine, and so much more which just added to one another.
“I am paying,” I told him, as he called for our checks. His thumb was brushing my collarbone, “you’re making me dizzy,” I told him.
“Really?” He smiled. “We are splitting, come here,” He said trying to take the bill from me.
“No! You are making dinner, and I want to spend on you."
"Why can’t we split. C'mon, let’s split. We ordered a bottle, listen to me!” He said, and I couldn’t help rejoice the tone.
“Are we having our first argument, Mr. Styles?” I asked, cheekily.
“In person, yes.” He said, distracted by my smile.
“I’ve paid though,” I said, shrugging. He frowned, leaning back.
“Not fair, Jade,” he huffed, I came forward, showcasing my chest as his eyes shifted, and kissed his cheek, slowly, relishing this moment.
“Deal with it, Mr. Styles,” I whispered in his ears. His hands climbed up and held my hair in a fist, pulling my face, directly in front of him. His eyes shifted to my lips, as I gulped.
"Your bill, Ma'am,“ The waiter called and, we sat up.
This ended up being really long and took forever to write, but I hope you enjoy! Since it was author’s choice, I picked two prompts. Let me know if you can figure out which ones. Thank you! Here on A03.
“Soooo…” Kara made a grand gesture with her arm, hiccuping as she grabbed the stool, stopping herself from falling. “What do you think?”
“When you told me about this place, I wasn’t sure if I should be picturing Star Wars or Total Recall,” Cat tried not to slur, meticulously scoping out the scene over the noise from the jukebox.
“And?” Kara grinned, taking another swig of her beer.
“I can’t really say,” she shook her head, sipping her martini. “There doesn’t appear to be any signs of imminent danger, but there’s still a decided level of…skeeviness…hanging in the air.”
“That’s just the Boloreans,” Kara snorted, whispering. “You’ll get used to it. It’s just their mating ritual.”
“And you would know this…how?” Cat smirked. “Did you try mating with one of them?”
“Did I…” she flustered, cheeks turning crimson as her mouth fell open. “I have not tried…done…that, thank you.”
Cat laughed softly as she squirmed, eyes narrowing before casting them around the dimly lit space.
Kara couldn’t help but sigh, leaning on her elbow, grinning dopily as she watched her. This was crazy. She knew she shouldn’t have brought her here, but ever since Cat discovered her secret, she’d been unable to stop her from digging further, getting closer, wanting to discover more truths. That, and her new gig helping the president resettle alien refugees meant needing to understand better where they came from. This, Kara figured, was as good a place as any to start.
Angsty headcannons with the RFA + v and saeran for when they get into a rly intense argument with MC??
A/N: Look you guys we’re finally posting! sorry It’s been so long things got super crazy and stressful all of a sudden. Hopefully this weekend I’ll be able to write a few of the NSFW oneshots that will be based off of this headcanon. There will be one for each character! We’re super excited to get back to posting. Thankfully I only have four days of school left! Also tw for a blood mention - Mod MC
Zen has been working a lot for the past couple of weeks to the point where you only saw him maybe once a day, if he even came home at all.
To distract yourself from how lonely you were feeling, you started to clean his desk and came across an open fan letter.
Glancing at the letter you were surprised to see your name show up.
I know you must care for her deeply, but as a dedicated fan ever since your first big production, I must say that your acting style has changed. It took me forever to figure it out but I realized that you started to change after you started dating her. She is holding you back. She is poison to your career. I’m just worried about your future…
Before you could dwell more on that letter Zen came home, looking very upset.
Over dinner your anxiety was slowly taking over all your thoughts, to distract yourself you asked Zen how his day was.
“ I had a meeting with the director today, he told me I should take some time off because he felt as if my acting has been off for a while now.”
You couldn’t breathe. The glass you were holding slipped out of your hand shattering on the floor.
You…you really were affecting Zen. He got reprimanded by his boss because of you. This was all your fault.
Resisting Zen when he tried to check you over, you asked him “Zen, am I holding you back?”
When he didn’t say anything your worst fears were confirmed.
“I am, aren’t I? I’m the reason you are struggling, it’s all my fault.”
“Wh-what MC, no! What are you saying? Stop saying ridiculous things and let me look at your hand.”
When you resisted him again Zen’s frustrations washed over him and he started to yell
You have never had Zen ever raise his voice at you, it scared you. This is all your fault, trying to make him understand you raised your voice too, soon enough both of you were yelling at each other but you couldn’t seem to stop.
“I-I think we should break up. You are being stubborn and blinded by your love for me, the truth is I’m holding you back. I’m sorry, but this is for the best. Zen please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” With tears flowing down your face you turned around walking towards the door
You felt Zen grab your arm, “MC please, please don’t do this. Please don’t walk out on me. I’m sorry I yelled before, but please don’t leave me.” His voice cracking.
Your heart shattered as you pushed his hand off your arm. Without looking back you walk out the door and before the door completely shuts you whisper “I’m sorry Zen.”
It had been a really bad week for the both of you.
Yoosung had just failed another exam it was the third one this week.
You had messed up a presentation and gotten yelled at by your partner in front of the entire class which lead to you crying in the bathroom afterward
You came home to your shared apartment in a wreck, crumpled up paper balls, empty bags of chips, and soda cans everywhere.
You did a double take, is this sevens apartment?
Curious you picked up one of the crumpled up papers and smoothed it out.
Your eyes were drawn to the giant “F” marring what seemed to be an old exam paper.
You started to pick up the other papers that was like a trail of failure leading you to Yoosung who was venting his frustrations on LOLOL.
Your self-control was about to snap.
Trying to keep your anger in check you said, “Yoosung, what is this, did you fail all your exams?”
Without even looking up from his game he answered nonchalantly, “Hmm? Oh yeah, I probably should have listened to the lectures haha.”
You started to raise your voice. “Yoosung, this is not a joke. How many exams have you failed? This is ridiculous. At this rate, you are going to have to take summer classes, or maybe even have to redo the entire year. WILL YOU STOP PLAYING FOR ONE SECOND?”
In a fit of rage when Yoosung still didn’t look up from his damn game, you went over and unplugged the computer.
“MC, WHAT THE FUCK? I was in the middle of a big boss battle, the guild was relying on me. Why would you do that?” Yoosung yelled back.
This only angered you further and you started to yell louder.
“This is not acceptable, how are you going to get anywhere if you don’t start caring about your grades and get serious. Stop acting like a child and grow up.” As soon as you said the words you saw hurt flash across Yoosung’s face.
You immediately regretted your words, you didn’t mean to be so harsh.
“Oh Yoosung…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Today has been really ba-” Before you could even finish your sentence Yoosung was bolting out of the room, moments later you heard the door slam shut.
You slumped onto the floor head in your hands as tears started to fall from your face.
You remembered that is was your birthday.
Today was officially the worst day ever.
You walked in for your shift at the coffee shop only to see Jaehee giggling with a customer.
Usually, it wouldn’t bother you but she was very clearly flirting.
She continued to flirt with them even after you had greeted her.
She even gave them their coffee for free.
When he was done he reached over the counter and lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing it gently.
W h a t t h e f u c k.
Jaehee’s cheeks were dusted with pink and usually, you would think it was adorable but you were furious right now.
That was your fiance that he just had his lips on and she didn’t even pull away.
You didn’t say anything until you got home that evening.
“Who was that guy you were flirting with Jaehee?”
“I’m not exactly sure who you’re referring to MC.”
“Look Jaehee, I can tolerate your obsession with Zen but what you did today was not okay.”
“I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
You were getting irritated at this point, why did she continue to deny it.
“You fucking gave him free coffee, and you kept giggling at his jokes. You didn’t even say hello to me until I came up and interrupted. It was like I wasn’t even there.”
“Oh. That was just a guy I graduated with. MC you really shouldn’t get so jealous.”
You began to raise your voice,”Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you actually gave a shit and acted like you liked me in public.”
“We have on matching engagement rings, and I usually kiss you when you come to work. I’m not sure where this is coming from MC.”
“I think I need some time to think and clear my head. I’m going on a walk. Don’t wait up.”
Luciel had been working non-stop for 5 days straight
Because he was so stressed he had regressed to his bad habits of not eating or sleeping properly.
You were getting super worried but he wouldn’t listen to you at all.
After all your begging he finally agreed to take a small nap but made you promise to wake him up after 2 hours
After he finally passed out from exhaustion you called Vanderwood yelling at him to stop working Luciel to death.
During the call, Vanderwood didn’t say anything at and you were proud of yourself thinking you were helping.
Luciel woke up and got back to work but before he could get too far into work he got a call.
The call went on for a long time and at one point he looked up at you in shock and after his face only got angrier.
“MC, do you know who I was just talking to on the phone?” he said in a deathly quiet voice.
“That was Vanderwood, and he said the funniest thing to me. He said that I shouldn’t be in this line of work if I can’t handle the pressure.” His started raising his voice
“I was pretty shocked when he said that and when I asked what he was talking about he told me that instead of having my girlfriend yell at him about my workload I shouldn’t take on more than I think I can handle. Now, why would he say that?”
“Luciel I was just worr-” You started to say but stopped when you saw his hand gesturing you to stop speaking.
“NO MC YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT. I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THOUGHT. I THOUGHT WE HAD MADE THIS CLEAR. I KNOW WHAT I CAN HANDLE.” You’ve never seen him this angry before and you were scared.
“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT MY JOB IS LIKE SO STOP BUTTING IN. MY WORK DOESN’T CONCERN YOU SO STOP INVOLVING YOURSELF. YOU HAD NO RIGHT AT ALL TO CALL VANDERWOOD.” At this point, he grabbed your shoulders and was shaking you roughly.
Tears were forming in your eyes “ Luciel stop you’re hurting me.” When he still wouldn’t let go you shoved him off of you.
“I just thought I was helping you. Because of work you haven’t been eating or sleeping properly. I was only thinking about you.” You started to raise your voice as well.
“I don’t need you here MC, I don’t want your help. Stop interfering with my work and leave me alone.” When seven finally looked up at you his face fell upon seeing the pain on your face
It felt as if your heart stopped beating. Your mind kept replaying the words “I don’t need you here.”
“Y-you don’t mean that do you Luciel? I know you are upset but this isn’t funny.” When he didn’t respond your heart shattered. You started to cry harder.
“Well, if that’s how you really feel then I guess this is it then.” You turned towards the door you weren’t welcome here anymore.
Right before you turned the doorknob you stopped and you prayed that your voice wouldn’t waver again.
“Goodbye Seven” and you walked out of the door your heart breaking as the door shut behind you.
Jumin had been away for a week on a business trip .
You were bored and lonely.
The two of you facetimed and texted of course so it wasn’t completely awful.
He wasn’t due home for at least two more days.
You decided to get a little drunk.
Jumin had refused your offer to sext him the other night saying he didn’t want any photos.
He had used the excuse that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate in his meetings if he saw them.
You were more than a little bitter.
You were half a bottle of wine deep when the door slammed shut.
You froze. No one should be in the penthouse.
“MC, come here.”
That was Jumin’s voice, what was he doing home so soon.
You made your way into the living room and saw him standing there. His coat was already off and his tie was loosened. He was in the process of folding up his sleeves.
“MC, explain yourself.” He gestured to the nearly empty bottle of wine.
Maybe you had drunk a little bit more than you originally thought.
You shrugged, “Don’t wanna.”
“MC” He said warningly.
“Geez, who pissed in your cereal this morning?” you slurred.
“The merger didn’t go so well, the CEO of the other company turned out to be a hack.”
You giggle, the word hack just sounded so funny.
“It’s not funny MC, Go to bed, I don’t want to deal with this tonight.”
“You can’t control me Jumin.”
He ran his hand through his hair, getting more frustrated by the second.
He approached you, you weren’t quick enough to get out of his way.
He grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eyes. His voice was nearly a growl, ”I assure you that I can and will control you if I so please. Now go. to. bed. I won’t tell you again.”
You felt a twinge of fear at his tone. It must have shown on your face because Jumin quickly stepped away from you.
The two of you had agreed that Jumin could only behave like this in certain situations with clear boundaries and never when either of you were the least bit intoxicated.
“I- MC, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my frustration get the best of me.”
You were nearly sober at this point, “Jumin, I-I think maybe you should sleep on the couch tonight.”
The two of you usually shared household chores.
Today, however, V was really busy with a job. He was currently in his office sorting through tons of pictures and would most likely be in there for the rest of the day.
You decided to take up his half of the chores.
This required you to water his small collection of cacti. He only watered them once a week and today was the day.
You were watering and talking to each one.
when you turned to water his favorite one, you tripped. You weren’t usually very clumsy.
You tried to catch yourself with your arm but you ended up landing arm first directly on the cactus.
You picked yourself up and dusted yourself off before inspecting the damage.
The cactus was squashed. V was going to be so upset.
Your arm began to sting as you heard the door to his office open. You saw splinters in your arm but hid it behind your back. Out of sight, out of mind. I’ll deal with this in a minute.
He huffed and you heard him mumble, “none of the shots are right.”
He sounded irritated to say the least. As he rounded the corner the mess came into view
His eyes locked on the squashed cactus.
“V, I can explain.”
“Why are you so careless MC?” His voice came out harshly.
“You knew that was my favorite cactus, Rika gave it to me. Why did you feel the need to destroy it.”
Rika, the name stabbed at your heart just as it always did.
oh, so that’s why the cactus was so special to him.
Your eyes stung with unshed tears as he continued to question why you squashed the cactus.
Your arm burned as you reached up to rub at your eyes.
His eyes moved to your arm, noticing the spines.
“You’re bleeding, MC, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be like that, this job is just so damn difficult. None of the shots are coming out right. Come on, let me help you.”
“Don’t worry about me, I can take care of myself.”
V reached out for you from his kneeling position on the floor but you walked past him and locked yourself in the bathroom not listening as he begged you to come out.
He had begun to fall into some bad habits.
You had encouraged him to make friends outside of the RFA.
You didn’t mean for him to find friends that would cause him to engage in risky behavior. They were a terrible influence.
One day he came home and he was completely out of it, that was the last straw.
You asked him what he took but he just shrugged and ignored you. You felt completely helpless.
Seven was out of town on business so you had no one to help you with this issue.
Once Saeran began to sober up you gently sat down beside him on the couch.
“Saeran, we need to talk.”
“If you’re going to dump me, just do it MC.”
You were shocked. “Is that what you want Saeran?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me to be honest. All you’ve done for the past month is bitch at me.”
You held back the tears that threatened to spill out and got up from the couch. You needed to take a walk.
When you got back from your walk Saeran was no longer in the living room.
You sat down on the couch and closed your eyes, rubbing your temples and thinking about you next move. You had to fix this somehow, even if it wasn’t you fault.
You would never give up on him.
You heard a distant thud sound all of a sudden. The noise repeated a few times so you got up to find the source.
You heard the noise getting louder as you came to the door of the room you shared with Saeran.
You opened the door right as he threw the last knife. You didn’t even know he owned throwing knives.
The knife wizzed past you and he locked eyes with you.
He looked completely sober now as he rushed towards you.
“MC, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I never meant to - “
His words faded to background noise as you felt something warm run down your cheek. Were you crying?
You tried to wipe it away only to have your fingers come away covered in red.
ah , so the knife grazed me.
You looked in the mirror in the room and saw a gash that looked to be about an inch long.
Everything came back into focus. Saeran was freaking out.
“MC, let me fix this, please. I can fix this.”
He was pleading with you but all you could focus on were your shaking, red, fingers.
Saeran went to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit and while he was down the hall you turned towards the door.
And you ran.
You ran from the house as fast as you could, not paying attention to Saeran screaming your name behind you.
Request:Hi! Do you think you could write a Sherlock x reader that happens around the season three era, where Mary comes over one day, but she brings the reader (Her sister) over, and Sherlock is just like in love with her. And everyone notices except for Sherlock and the reader? Haha thanks :)
Warning(s): Murder, possibly out of character characters, not edited
Author’s Note:Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy. P.S. This is hardly based off of that episode The Bloody Guardsman was in. I just kinda skimmed the episode and mentioned the case.
“Sherlock, would you please get dressed?” John complains as Sherlock stands next to the window in a bathrobe playing the violin. “Mary and her sister are going to be here any minute!” Sherlock makes no move to humor his friend when there is a knock on the door. John sighs and goes to open it.
“Hello, come on in,” John says, opening the door wide and gesturing for the two women to enter.
“Hi there. Sorry we’re late; traffic was awful,” Mary apologizes. You smile awkwardly and move to stand next to the door and out of the way.
“Would either of you like a cuppa?” John asks, moving towards the kitchen.
“No, thank you,” you say, “I just had a giant cup of coffee. It does more to wake me up.”
“Yes, please,” Mary says, moving to sit on the couch.
John obliges, making Mary a cup of tea. In the meanwhile, 221B Baker Street is quiet. When John finally hands a warm cup of tea to Mary, you decide to speak up, and to the one person who was yet to say a word.
“So, Sherlock, may I ask if you’re working on a case?”
Sherlock turns to face you, quickly scanning your body to learn as much about you as he can. Unimpressed with what he deducts, he lazily responds. “Yes, however it’s nothing your normal intelligence could comprehend.”
You frown. “Try me.”
Sherlock sighs. “The Bloody Guardsman. A man stabbed to death, no murder weapon, door locked from the inside, and only one way in or out.”
You purse your lips but don’t answer. Sherlock scoffs as if to say “I knew you wouldn’t be able to figure it out.”
“Oh, come on, Sherlock, it took you forever to solve that one. It had you stumped,” John says hurriedly, as if to keep you from taking offense.
“John, she wanted to prove herself and she failed. I don’t understand all the fuss,” Sherlock says. John is about to respond when you cut him off.
“It was a really sharp, thin needle in his belt. It was fine, so he wouldn’t feel it when he put on the belt. Once he took it off,” you motion a knife slicing your neck.
Sherlock turns to you, mouth open slightly, eyes scanning your face as if to reevaluate you.
“How did you figure that out?”
You smirk. “I read it on John’s blog. It just took me a second to remember the details. And, you know, I was asking you to try me on your current case, not one you’ve already solved.”
Sherlock says nothing, just smirks. And with that small gesture, John and Mary glance at each other with their own smirks. The two of you complemented each other, and it was only a matter of waiting for you two to realize it.
Something always bothered me about RTTE and I never figured it out until now... Toothless' eyes are way too small and unexpressive versus the movies. Like, his eyes in the show are HALF the size they are in the movie, and also a different color? (In the movie they're a bright green but in the show they're really pale)
Thank you for waiting so patiently for a reply! I rewatched an episode of RTTE before I answered this, so everything was fresh in my mind and I could give a decent reply.
First of all, the eye color. YOU’RE RIGHT. YOU’RE SO RIGHT. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS? I compared between RTTE…
…And despite the lightning from the scene I chose to screenshot, it’s very easy to tell how much more vibrant Toothless’s eyes are in the movie. It was harder for me to see how different in size they were, but I think you’re right about that as well. Toothless’s eyes are larger in the films.
About how expressive they are, you’re right. It’s noticeable. No matter what, since Toothless can’t speak, nonverbal communication is essential for conveying what he’s thinking and using the eyes are a large part of that. In the movies, you can tell how he’s feeling, guess at what he may be thinking, and more, just going off of what you see in his eyes. RTTE doesn’t have as much of that. They use facial movement and body language a lot to help convey what’s going on in Toothless’s mind. They do the same in the movies as well, but I agree with you.
For all of the above, one thing that could be the cause for it is time.
The HTTYD movies were in development for years. They worked on everything for ages, from the script to animating the smallest of details. It’s amazing what they’re able to get done.
RTTE, however, doesn’t have as much time to write and animate. They’re much more restricted, because of how fast their seasons come out. That definitely plays a large part in why his eyes are less expressive. They don’t have the time to play with it and put that much detail into it, so they work with what else they have. The same likely goes for the color and size of his eyes. God knows how much work goes into the detail and coloring of Toothless’s eyeballs. (O.O) I mean, LOOK AT EM. It’s mindblowing what the movie animators are capable of. The RTTE animators are also amazing people and I’m also impressed with what they can do, considering their restricted timeline.
Can you imagine if the amount of work and time that went into the movies went into RTTE? It would be SO AWESOME. It’d take forever for seasons to come out, BUT IT’D BE AWESOME.
I feel like this got a lot longer than what it should’ve been. Whoops? I’ll cap this off with saying what drove me insane for ages when watching Riders and Defenders of Berk.
It was their clothes.
Their FREAKING CLOTHES.
IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FIGURE OUT THEY WERE LEATHER INSTEAD OF FUR. You should have seen me the day I finally realized it. XD
This was so fun to think about and reply to! I love hearing what you guys think and discussing things with you! Feel free to drop in and mention some more things you’ve noticed about the movies and shows! I’m always up for talking. Thank you so much for sharing, Anon!
Requested by Anon: Okay so
the requests are open. Yeeaa! Okay so please do a Theo imagine where Y/N is in
Scott’s pack and is a good demon and she and Theo both like each other but
won’t admit it. At the end he comes to her house and he confesses his feelings
for her and they kiss and she explains to him what powers she as a demon has
because he is curious. Thank you!
Warnings: Reader being possessed by a demon; a few curse words
By some miracle, Crowley had a good heart and
let Y/N go. She had been good to him, as she was one of his best demons. He
loved her like the daughter he never had. He was shocked when she wanted to
leave but he understood why. As much as he wanted her to stay, he granted her
one wish. However, she was still a demon but she no longer worked for the King
After leaving hell, she moved to Beacon Hills
and started working at a local diner to pay the bills of an old abandon house
Crowley found for her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to hold her over until
she found something better.
Eventually, she came across someone she
remembered seeing in hell in the middle of the woods named Theo. He knew she
was different and something supernatural. He could smell it on her, but he
didn’t know what she was exactly. She could smell his scent, indicating he was
part of the supernatural world, but she wasn’t sure until she asked. She
learned he was a chimera and she revealed she was a demon.
Theo introduced her to Scott. They all
understood what she was, but they had no clue what she could do. She explained she
was quick and had super strength, but kept her other supernatural powers to
herself. She’s not who she used to be, and she wanted to do some good in her
life. Theo, of all people, could relate.
Within time, Scott trusted Y/N and she got
along with everyone in his pack. Whenever they were in trouble, she wouldn’t
hesitate to help them. Scott and his pack were the closest thing to a family
and she’d do anything to protect them. Eventually, Scott welcomed her into his
In the midst of all that, she got closer to
Theo. They would hang out all the time especially without the pack. They were
best friends, but the pack knew it was more than that. They could see how
attracted they were to one other and they couldn’t understand why Theo and Y/N didn’t
notice it themselves. The truth was, Theo wanted to tell Y/N how he felt but he
always felt she kept holding something back from him. He figured she wasn’t
ready to be with someone if she wasn’t comfortable opening up about what was
bothering her, but lately he’s had enough. He didn’t care if she was keeping
secrets from him. He was hurting himself more everyday he didn’t tell her. He
just wanted her to know. If she didn’t feel the same way or wasn’t ready for a
relationship, he would be okay with it. Just as long as she knew how he felt,
which is exactly what he was doing tonight as he rapped his knuckles loud and
impatiently on Y/N’s front door.