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Yuri on Ice interview translation - Animage 2017/01 (p20-23)

I was going to post this last week but gave priority to the BD stuff. This will be the final interview from the booklet that came with January Animage! There’s still an interview with Kenji Miyamoto left untranslated, but it will be taken care of by @whiteboxgems​ whenever she has time! I’ll reblog it when it’s around.

This is actually 2 interviews, I’m posting them together because they were one after the other and (main reason) because the second one is very short.
A few notes below to better understand the interviews.

The first one is with Yuuichirou Hayashi, the one who created the ending (ED = ending by the way) footage. I have the feeling someone previously posted translations of the captions under the ED screenshots, but I don’t remember where and I’m pretty sure it was just the captions and not the interview parts, so here you have it complete. This one is pretty interesting because he explains in detail how they created the ED, and has some extra information on cut scenes etc. Definitely a must read in my opinion!

The second one is a short interview with Kayoko Ishikawa, the one who did the costume designs. Here you might think: didn’t Chacott design the costumes? I’ll explain. It’s more or less like with Mitsurou Kubo and Tadashi Hiramatsu: Kubo created the original designs for the characters, from scratch, and Hiramatsu transformed them into designs specifically created for animation, therefore with simpler lines, detailed expression sheets and so on. Likewise, Chacott did the original designs for the costumes, from scratch, based on the indications by Yamamoto and Kubo, and then the anime’s costume designer simplified and modified them so that they would be suitable to be animated. (Before actually animating them there’s a further step: the anime’s color designer is going to decide the exact colors, shadows and highlights included, that will be used inside the anime. I translated an interview with the color designer Izumi Hirose some time ago)

I usually don’t add pictures but this time I felt that it would be better to add them as an immediate reference. However, they are just for reference and are not meant to be visually stunning, so please bear with the quality because I just took photos of the magazine with my phone and quickly edited them.

Translation under the cut! (kind of image-heavy)

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It’s Hopeless - Sebastian Stan Imagine

warnings: angst, fluff, Chris!Best Friend,  

request: The reader is best friends with Chris, but in love with Sebastian. She goes to Chris for advice on how to let Seb know how she feels. - @ theimpossibleg1rl

words: 1700+


“What the fuck are you doin’ here!” You ran towards your best friend at full speed, knowing he can take your impact easily.

“Chris! I missed you!” Your voice was muffled by the neck of his Cap suit.

Chris kissed your hair, holding it flat with his large palm. His arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you lifted off the ground, and stuck in his arms.  

“I missed you too, Honeypot.”  

You had flown down to surprise Chris while he shot Civil War in Atlanta. He’d been moaning for months about how he was so bored and homesick that you decided to shut him up. For a little bit, at least.

Setting you back on Earth, he bared a grin when whilst holding you away from his body. He was looking for any change to your appearance since he’d last saw you, which was five months ago. A lot can happen in five months, and Chris was always so diligent in knowing every detail of your face and appearance. He could spot your hair cut an inch shorter, or you wore a new outfit. It was nice to have a best friend who took notice in the effort you put into looking presentable.

“Well, what are you fuckin’ doin’ here? When’d you get in?” Chris slung one arm over your shoulder and guided you towards the crafts table, where a selection of decorous food was lying.

“Lisa ringed me the other week beggin’ me to take spring vacation to come visit you! I guess I was the only one fit to shut up your whining and begging.” Chris chuckled and nodded in acknowledgment. He knew he had been on the, rather, complaining side in his tone for the last few months. He just missed his family so much. He missed seeing Miles, Lucy, and Noah. He missed not being able to go to his parent’s house on Thursdays for spaghetti dinner.

“Like always, she was right. You are the only human being beside her that could make me feel like I’m home with just your presence.”

You felt so much love for your best friend, and now you felt even more. He was so sweet and benevolent in nature. He’d been that way since the day you met him, 26 years ago. He was just a scrawny 9 years old, terrified to go down the slide on the playground. You were an adventurous 8-year-old and told Chris he could hold your hand while going down the slide together. He agreed and ever since then you two have held each other’s hands through the worst of times and the best of times.

“It can’t be! No way!” Booming from across the lot, you saw Mackie waving his hands frantically at you while jogging over. There had been a companion with him, a brunette you had only heard about before. The brunette didn’t join Mackie when he ran over to you, though. He just set foot in a slow pace walk, almost looking uneager to meet the mysterious best friend of Chris’.

Anthony pulled you into a big hug when he finally reached you and Chris, both pigging out at the table of goodies. “Big Mack! How goes it?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, “Not too bad. Livin’ good down in A.T.L., aren’t we Evans?”

“You are, Mr. Life of The Party.” Anthony gawked at Chris and slapped his shoulder. “Don’t try and pretend that you ain’t out at the clubs, talkin’ to the ladies, now. We don’t wanna be tellin’ lies to our friends now do we?” You giggled at shook your head, turning back towards the donuts.

You held a chocolate glazed one to your mouth when you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. Those have been baking in the sun for a good fifteen hours.”

Sebastian had his blue eyes cast towards you, with a warm smile upon his lips. Chuckling nervously, you agreed and laid the donut back on the tray.

“Thank you. Wouldn’t have wanted to catch food poisoning my first day here.” Sebastian just broadened his grin that, swear to god, was twinkling in the sunlight. He stuck out his hand and you met him halfway.


“Y/N. Chris’ best friend.”

Ever since that moment, you had been hooked to Sebastian Stan. Hopelessly, carelessly devoted to a man who didn’t even know you felt so much towards.

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Chaos Has Come Again

A/N: I was so inspired by this gif set of a ‘dark angel” Stiles that I had to write something for it. I’m calling this a drabble because there’s no real plot, but it’s definitely a longggg drabble. lol Thank you to @minhosmeanhoe for editing it, because I’m sure she did. Also I wrote this in like 2 hours so and I will edit it any further tomorrow if need be. lol I couldn’t find the creator of this gif or gifset, but if someone or the creator messages me ! I will be more than happy to tag them and give them credit. But I did not make this gif nor am I the owner of it.

Word count: 2737

Warning: It’s kind of dark and talks about the devil, and there’s smut (;

Paring: StilesxReader

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You're The Only One

❁ Request: So can you do a Yoongi imagine where we’re in a big fight and you flinch as he does something ?
❁ Group: BTS
❁ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
❁ Genre: Angst || Fluff
❁ Word Count: 1392
❁ Summary: Yoongi comes home, only to ignore you the entire time. After getting fed up with getting ignored, you try to talk to your boyfriend only to be accused of cheating on him with one of his members.
❁ Authors note: I am so so so so so sorry that this took so long, i really hope you like it. Also I am really sorry if this is bad, I haven’t written anything other than school assignments for over a year and I’ve never written in second person before. Thank you so so so much @evalocity​ for not only encouraging me write this, giving me some ideas and editing it, but for also continually telling me that I am a good writer who is capable of finally finishing this imagine. ily boo xx. feel free to send me how i can improve in my ask box! (this future english major probably, doesn’t even know how to properly space out paragraphs so lol if someone wants to tell me how to do that feel free) also I might rename this later on

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1: june 3rd

“That was rude, Jess. I’m hurt.” He covers his heart with both hands, holding onto his peck through his tank top tightly. “I was going to invite you inside but I’m rethinking it now.”

“It is what it is.” Jessica shrugs like the excitement she felt fluttering in her stomach didn’t just churn into a tiny panic. “It’s not like I particularly wanted to watch you play Xbox anyway.”

“I had something else in mind.”

read below - story page - playlist - banner by @booksncoffee - word count: 929

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Y’ALL….. I’m utterly and completely astounded by the reception I’ve received since revamping last year. I joined the RPC five years ago around this time with a skeleton of a muse and no idea what I was doing. I’ve made some incredible friends along the way, friends that have shaped me as a person. You guys have kept me sane, made me smile, and been with me through some of the toughest moments in my life thus far. I adore each and every one of you. You are all so amazing and I can’t put into words how much you mean to me.

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A Place to Call Home pt 8


Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 5,007

Warnings: language

A/N: The part you’ve all been waiting for is here!! I have to apologize though, it’s not edited because I just finished it and wanted to get it up for you guys tonight. I have to thank @writing-obrien for helping me brainstorm and @thelittlestkitsune for reassuring me that it wasn’t crap. I will get it edited and update it once I do, but for now, here is part 8 of APTCH, I hope you like it!

UPDATE: This has now been edited thanks to the wonderful Lau ( @thelittlestkitsune) and I decided to change the gif to one more fitting even though it may kinda be a spoiler lol. 

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Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Originally posted by nestorquik

Request: Hey! I just wanted to request a story about the reader having the worst day, like so much worse than even getting struck by lighting-worse. Maybe into an accident and break a few bones? Team rushing over jus tin time as the ambulence’s arrive to take the reader away and they ride with them to the hospital, well, one of them, while the rest of the team follows in their cars. Sorry if this isn’t somethin you’re willing to write, btw

Summary: Fem!Reader just has a really long day. Much angst.

A/N: HEY GUYS! I’m baaack! Didya miss me? No? You didn’t even notice I was gone? Same. Anyway, hiatus is over (until finals week probably lol) and now I’m back to writing! I was so excited to post today that I accidentally woke up at 3am oops. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this one! I had crazy writer’s block when I tried writing this one, took me the whole weekend while camping + Monday to finally finish this one smh Enjoy!

Wordcount: 887, meh not too shabby for my first post-hiatus fic

Warning: mention of blood, car accident, angst

Requests are closed for now, very sorry friends :(

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Assistant (JuminxReader)

Author’s note: Some time ago I reached 1500 followers and I decided to write something for this occasion. It’s fanfiction based on Jaehee’s BE3 in which MC is becoming Jumin’s assistant.

Again, it could have a yandere vibes! So don’t read if you not into that kind of stuff :)

Also BIG THANKS to @pansexualtrash ! She edited and fixed my fic, so you guys don’t need to see my poor english, lol. REALLY REALLY BIG THANKS! Check her fanfictions, guys!

Sorry for this random title, lol. I can’t come up with something better for now.

Y/N – put your name in here

Place: Jumin’s office

Jumin sighed, trying to concentrate on work. Piles of papers were laying before him and he was reading the same document over and over again. He could see the letters but didn’t understand them. His mind was somewhere else. 

She isn’t that clumsy, he was thinking to himself. She did it on purpose, didn’t she?

It was so frustrating not knowing why she acted like that. He told her, right? He warned her that there will be consequences if she embarrassed them in front of Jaehee. And yet she did it. She spilt the coffee on his chest, dirtying his shirt with dark stains. But that’s not all- she began to apologize and attempt to wipe the stains out of his clothes, setting him in a strange sense of dismay. People were looking at them, whispering, including Jaehee and other members of the RFA. First, he thought that she did it by accident, but then he saw a little glow of triumph in her eyes.

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Things People Say

Writers - Admin Aingeal @aingealcethlenn & Admin Grace

Characters - Dean, Reader, Sam, Mary, Castiel

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Summary - She was the best hunter in the United States. They were the Winchesters. Dean is overprotective of her, and ends up pushing her away. What happens when she leaves and hunt on her own? What happens when he gets a call, in the middle of the night, because he was her emergency contact?

Word Count - 2,692

Warnings - Angst…Lots and lots of angst…Mild language, Mentions of injuries from an accident/hunt (reader is in hospital)…
Mary Winchester is included in this, but no spoilers from any actual episodes. Doesn’t follow the episodes at all.
(If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N -So..This was written for a challenge, and ended up getting away from me, and turned out WAAAYYYYYY longer than I first envisioned lol There WILL be a part 2 though (as long as people are interested)! So please let me know! And let me know if you wanna be tagged in it!!!

-Reader POV-

It had been the same almost every hunt recently. Dean asking me to stay behind. Hold down the fort, help with research instead of with the battle. It was his way of keeping me safe. Making sure he wouldn’t lose me to some monster, or demon, or anything else out there.

When I met the Winchester brothers, they knew exactly who I was. In fact, the only hunter feared more than those two, was yours truly. I was meticulous, and dangerous, and loved every minute of my job. That never put the boys off though. No, instead, it only drove us closer. Especially Dean.

Lately though, it seemed every argument that we had, was surrounding my safety.

“We just don’t want anything to happen to you.” Dean said softly, trying to calm me down.

“I know how to take care of myself Dean! Damn it, I was the best damn hunter in the states! Now, just because I’m with you, suddenly it’s too dangerous for me to be out there?!”

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anonymous asked:

how did you and your sister get into photography? i wanna get into it and eventually freelance in my spare time when i get enough experience but don't how to begin and 2) have you both done wedding photography and if not is that something you'd be interested in doing? also do you think it's better to be self taught or is it okay to take a photography class at my local community college? like i feel like almost everyone is self taught and idk if taking a class is a waste


We have always been into anything art related. Our parents bought us small digital cameras for our birthday when we were in 5th or 6th grade I believe. We were always taking photos of nature, vacations, and various events. When we got to high school (right around the time dslr cameras were becoming available to everyday consumers not just professionals) my dad bought one for himself. At first our dad wouldn’t let us use it without him there but eventually when we got the hang of using it and he let us take it places without him there. Natasha started taking photos of school events and posting them on Facebook. I started doing the same but a little bit after her. Eventually she bought her own entry level dslr and I bought my dads old dslr when he upgraded his. By sophomore year we were both posting lots of photos on Facebook. We also started asking our friends if we could photograph them. We would style our friends and have mini photoshoots. This was all just for fun for us. We have always been into editorial makeup/photography and styling our own shoots was our way of getting into that. Then during the summer after sophomore year a student asked Natasha to take his senior pictures which she ended up doing did. And later more and more people asked both of us to take their senior pictures. We had no idea how to price anything or what to include in packages initially. After 2-3 years we both were honing in our photography style and were getting better at pricing and guaranteeing a certain level of quality to our clients. When we got to college we would go home and take senior pictures during the summers. In college we took peoples headshots. So it was overtime that we started our photography businesses. We didn’t start photography with the intention of making a business out of it/going into it professionally. We still ask our friends to photograph them and have mini photo shoots that we style. Its important to us to constantly create personal work as well as client work. During all of this we both tried our hand at surreal/photo manipulation photography but it wasn’t for us. By the end of high school and throughout college we also shot a few wedding but both didn’t like photographing weddings. By the time we finished college both of us realized that our favorite genre of photography is portraits. So now we mainly shoot headshots, portraits, and senior pictures professionally and create editorial shoots for our personal work. 

Even though we both went to art school neither of us has taken a photography class. The photo department at U of M mainly focused on documentary photography which we were not interested in. Plus the photo professors were known to be sexist and/or racist. We are about 95% percent self taught. One of our digital media professors did help us learn some stuff in photoshop but that’s about it. When either Natasha or I start a hobby we go into it full force lol. So right when we got into photography we followed a TON of photographers online and were constantly trying to figure out how they edited there photos so we could improve our editing. Over the course of 8 years we have really developed our photography styles and editing skills. Early on we would sometimes try and copy other photographers which helped us figure out what we liked and disliked for our own photography. I don’t encourage people to copy other artists especially if they are going to sell their work. But it can be helpful when figuring out your own style but it’s important to make sure you are not ripping someone off and give credit where credit is due. When I would use another artists idea I always explained in the description who the artist was and linked to their work. A photographer I know was notorious for copying another well known photographer but her audience thought she was super original because they didn’t know about the well known photographer. Plus you will never be as good as the original photographer/artist and will end up constantly comparing yourself which is no fun lol.

Even though both of us are self taught I don’t think taking photography classes is a bad idea if you think it will help you learn. One of my favorite illustrators, Sam Spratt, took many illustration classes when he was at SCAD but that doesn’t mean he is any better or worse than other illustrators that are completely self-taught. I always wanted to take commercial/fashion lighting classes but they were never offered at my university. I also would love to take some photography workshops but they the ones I want to take (Lara Jade’s in particular) are too expensive for me. Also as an artist I’ve generally been self-taught. I had a few great drawing teachers and professors in high school (I took a college drawing class in high school) who helped me a lot. But when it comes down to being an artist you really have to push yourself to make stuff outside of class. This was a challenge for a lot of my classmates once we graduated. A lot of them didn’t know how to create work outside of class. (I’m simplifying a lot here bc i could go on and on about how much i disliked or liked u of m’s art school lol) My whole life I’ve been making stuff outside of class so creating a photography business wasn’t super difficult for me. 

This brings me to the business/freelance part. Turning something you are passionate about into a business can be great and horrible. A lot of my friends don’t freelance because the business side of it destroys their interest in the art. Some of my clients are very particular and they don’t always like the photos I take. But this is something I have to get past. Also over time you start to get better clients because they come to you knowing what they will get. Early on people would hire me because they knew I took photos not because they liked my style of photography (I hope that makes sense). Now people know what they are getting and it’s less likely that a client will be unsatisfied with their photos. As a freelancer keep in mind that it’s a lot of emails and advertising yourself. Yes it’s great that I can make money off of something I love doing but I have to keep in mind that it’s still a business. When I first started out clients would ask for lower prices and I would lower them because I didn’t want to lose a client and I didn’t know if I was too expensive or not. This was fine at first but now I don’t budge on my prices because now I know my worth and it’s not fair to my other clients to change prices. Also photography gear can get expensive and when you freelance/do photography professionally there is a point when you’ll probably to invest in professional gear. Part of this is to put you among other photographers in the industry but the physical quality of your photos will also improve. This way you can better guarantee what a client will get. Ex. my dad’s old dslr that I used had a cropped sensor so if the lighting wasn’t the best i couldn’t edit the photos as much in photoshop as I can with a full frame camera. Basically I just want to make it clear that once you start freelancing it’s a business so just like other business you have to know when and where to invest and how much. 

I’m sure you were not expecting this long of answer but I hope it helped! 

Something Worth While (Pt. 2)

Alright y’all sorry this took forEVER to edit but here it is. I’ve got a basic idea of where I want this to go but I still don’t know how long it’s gonna be lol. I also decided to keep this on tumblr for now because for some reason I’m super self-conscious about it (I feel like I’m exposing myself IDK)

Also, thank you all for your lovely messages they really encourage me to get off my lazy ass and write this stuff

Heads Up: There is a scene that is a bit NSFW

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randomtumbla  asked:

Hey there :)) could you please do a request where Betty gets kidnapped one night and she was just on her way to meet the gang at pops? The gang obviously notices that Betty is late and tries to find her. They go to her house, the school everywhere and conclude that she's missing. Her parents find out and freak out. Please include Jughead and Betty together as in a relationship and make it super angsty!!!!! Thank you so much 💋

Here you go, hope you like it! P.s: This is a long one guys, sorry about that! I straight up wrote a freaking novel lol

**Warning: This fic touches on the subject of kidnapping. Although it is not graphic, it still might be a sensitive subject for certain readers.**


Betty Cooper stood on the curb across the street from Pop’s, smiling to herself as she watched her friends filing into a booth closest to the window. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her phone and dialed her sister’s number.

“Hey, Polly it’s me,” she said into the phone, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets as she stepped to the side and let the family in front of her cross the street. “I’m almost to Pop’s so I can’t talk long, but I just - I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. I know you probably don’t hear that often, especially from mom and dad, but I just thought you should know that you’re probably one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. I don’t think I could have gone through what you’re going through right now and come out of it a better person but you - you’re raising your baby the way you think is right and you’re doing it on your own. You’re an incredible sister and mother and friend and I just - I wanted to tell you how much I love you. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow okay? I can’t wait to squish that little nephew of mine’s cheeks! Bye!”

Betty slid her phone back into her bag before looking both ways for oncoming traffic, and crossing the street. Once she made it safely across, she noticed a familiar face leaning against the side wall, and quickly hurried over to greet her.

“Hey, Josie!” Betty called out to her. “Can’t wait to hear you and the pussycats at the parade tomorrow!”

“Well, I expect another rave review from a certain school newspaper, that’s for sure,” Josie told her, raising one eyebrow at her expectantly as she adjusted the cat ears on top of her head.

“You know me, I only write the truth,” Betty reminded her, taking a step backwards as she headed for the front entrance of the diner. “See ya!”

Josie waved goodbye before hopping into the car that just pulled alongside the curb, making Betty the only person left in the parking lot. Just as she was about to pull open the door to Pop’s, a noise coming from the alleyway on the opposite side of the restaurant struck her attention.

“Hello?” Betty called out to the empty parking lot. “Is someone there?”

When no one answered, Betty was ready to deem herself a fool and head inside the diner like nothing happened until a figure crossing the parking lot towards the alley - letterman jacket, dark hair, tall build - drew her attention back to the strange noise.

“Reggie, is that you?” Betty asked as she took a few steps into the dark alley. “Reggie?”

Rounding the corner, Betty stepped into the alley to find the man facing in the opposite direction, his face completely hidden from her view.

“Reggie, what are you-” Before Betty could get the words out, the man turned around to reveal his face to her, causing Betty’s heart to pound rapidly in her chest as the fear began to set in. 

“You’re not Reggie,” Betty muttered, her breath catching in her throat as she heard movement coming from all around her in the alley.

“No, love,” the man growled, his voice low and rough as he signaled for his menacing companions to creep up behind her. “Can’t say that I am.”

With a quick nod of his head, the man stepped away from Betty and allowed for three men to grab her from behind and lift her into the air.

“No, get away from me! Get awa-” Betty tried to call out for help, kicking and screaming as they carried her through the alley, but it was too late. One of the men had silenced her by placing his giant hand over her mouth, his grip tightening as he threw her into a van at the back of the alley.

No one had heard her cry for help. No one was coming to save her. She was alone and she had no idea how she was going to escape.


“I can’t believe you ordered that.”

Veronica took one look at the giant burger that the waitress had just set in front of Archie and raised an eyebrow at him in mock-disgust. “Do you know what that much grease is going to do to your skin?”

“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me,” Archie sighed, looking from the hamburger, to Veronica, and back again, an amused tone to his voice.

“Hey, Veronica, have you heard from Betty?” Jughead wanted to know, his brows furrowing together in concern as he looked over his shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time since they had filed into the booth half an hour ago. “She should be here by now.”

“Not since our phone call earlier,” Veronica informed him, picking up a fry from the plate in front of her and waving it dramatically in Jughead’s direction. “She insisted that my leather mini I bought online last week wasn’t going to make look like a bloated cow, but I told her that-”

“What time was that?”Jughead cut her off, his patience beginning to run thin at Veronica’s incessant need to change the subject back to anything to do with fashion. “Your phone call?”

“Uh, around 5:30 I think,” Veronica answered, her forehead scrunching together as she thought back to the conversation in question.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Veronica assured him, pushing the plate of fries away and narrowing her eyes at Jughead. “Okay, what’s with the spontaneous game of 20 Questions: Betty Cooper edition? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Jughead muttered, his gaze focused on nothing in particular in front of him. When he noticed all of his friends’ eyes on him, he quickly shook his head out of its trance and turned to them with a reassuring smile. “I mean no, of course nothing’s wrong.”

Skeptically, Veronica pulled her gaze away from Jughead and turned to Kevin. “Anyway, Kev, what’s your take on the skirt situation?”

Letting his friends continue their conversation, Jughead slid out of the booth to a quieter section of the diner and pulled out his phone.

“Uh, hey, Bets, it’s me,” Jughead greeted his girlfriend’s voicemail, his hand sliding up and down the back of his neck nervously as he tried to keep his voice calm. “I told myself that I was never going to play this sort of role in my lifetime for fear of becoming just like every underdeveloped male character in a romantic drama, but with you I can’t seem to help it. I’m starting to get really worried, Bets. I know there’s probably a logical explanation for your not being here but I’m to the point where I can’t think of one that makes any shred of sense to me. So when you get this, can you please call me back so we can both laugh about how much of a fool I am together please? I just - I want to know that you’re safe.”

Just as Jughead clicked off his phone and turned to head back to the booth, a figure heading in the opposite direction caused him to slam directly into their chest and nearly knock him into booth next to them.

“Oh, sorry, Arch,” Jughead mumbled as he looked up to see his longtime friend staring at him with concerned eyes. “Didn’t see you there.”

“Jug, what’s going on?” Archie asked. “You’ve been acting strange since we got here. Does this have something to do with Betty not being here yet?”

“Of course not. People can be late, Archie,” Jughead reminded him, his eyes darting to the floor as he attempted to avoid Archie’s gaze. “That’s not an abnormal thing to occur, especially for teenagers.”

“It is for Betty,” Archie pointed out. “She was an hour and a half early for our Kindergarten graduation, Jughead. And if you remember correctly, she made sure that all of us were the first ones at the door to take the SAT’s last month. She texted us hours before we had to be there to make sure we were up and ready to go. Betty hasn’t been late a day in her life and there’s no way that she would start now, not when she had that important announcement she wanted to share with us tonight.”

Jughead fidgeted uncomfortably next to Archie, his mind screaming at him to tell him that he was right, but his heart too terrified to admit the truth.

“You think something’s wrong,” Archie concluded, and Jughead’s head snapped up to meet his gaze.

“No, I don’t-”

“Come on, Jughead, I know you,” Archie reminded him, his voice dropping to a whisper as he let a few of their classmates headed for an open booth pass them. “You’re really worried.”

“I just - I have this feeling,” Jughead struggled to explain himself, his words coming out rushed and unsure. “It feels like something’s not right. And I know her, Archie. She would have called me if she was running late. She would have made sure that one of us knew where she was.”

“I agree,” Archie concurred. “So let’s go find her.”

“You don’t think I’m crazy?”

“You know Betty better than anyone, Jughead,” Archie explained, reaching up to clap a reassuring hand on one of Jughead’s shoulders. “If you say something’s not right, then I believe you.”

“It’s probably nothing,” Jughead backpedaled quickly - a way of assuring himself more than anyone, that his girlfriend really was just fine. “I’m probably freaking out for no reason and she’s just at home with her parents or with Polly or I don’t know, staying late at the Blue and Gold and forgot to tell me.”

“Okay, well let’s go find out for sure so we can have a good laugh about this later, okay?” Archie suggested, knocking back Jughead’s shoulder in an attempt to get him to crack a smile. When he gave a faint nod, Archie took that as an affirmative and gestured towards the door. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Archie, wait,” Jughead stopped him, placing a hand on his arm to swing him back around so that they were facing their friends. “We should tell the others.”

“After you,” Archie let Jughead pass him before heading to the booth to join their friends, both of them shuffling their feet as they walked through the diner to stand in front of the table with troubled expressions evident on their faces.

“Something is wrong I knew it,” Veronica declared the second she looked up from her phone to take note of Jughead’s furrowed brows and deep frown. “Did Cheryl make Dilton Doiley wear the mascot head again? Did he pass out like last time? God, I thought I told her to-”

“It’s Betty,” Archie explained, his eyes drifting to Jughead standing next to him, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Jughead and I think that something might have happened.”

“She’s not answering her phone and I haven’t heard from her since right before she left to come here,” Jughead continued. “It’s not like her and I’m - I’m starting to get worried.”

Without another word, Veronica slid out of the booth, slinging her bag over her shoulder and turning to face her friends with a look of determination.

“What do you need us to do?” Veronica asked, her brows drawing together in concern as her thoughts drifted off to where her best friend could possibly be.

“I think we should spread out, look at all the places where we think she might be,” Archie suggested, turning to Jughead for confirmation. When he nodded, Archie continued on with his plan like they were heading off into battle. “Jughead and Veronica, you take the Cooper’s house while Kevin and I check the school. In the meantime, Veronica can you-”

“Already sent a mass text to everyone in our class telling them to let me know if they’ve heard from her in the last hour or so,” Veronica explained. “If anyone’s seen her, we should know within the next few minutes or so. We’re going to find her, Jughead, I promise.”

“First rule as a mystery or horror novelist, Veronica,” Jughead muttered, his eyes dropping to the ground. “Never allow your characters to make promises they can’t keep.”

“Well, this isn’t some Stephen King novel,” Veronica reminded him. “This is real life, and she’s Betty Cooper. The B to my V. Your girlfriend. And we won’t stop looking until she’s back in that booth with us, enjoying a strawberry milkshake like it’s just any other day. That’s a promise I can keep.”


“Are you sure this thing’s sturdy?” Veronica called up to Jughead as she slowly made her way up the ladder leading to Betty’s room.“I mean, I’m really not wearing the right shoes for this. If this $150 heel gets stuck in that rung, I’m so sending you the bill to get it repaired.”

“Well, would you rather go through the front door and explain to her parents what we’re doing here?” Jughead asked, glancing down to watch Veronica take one nervous step at a time from his spot at the top of the ladder.

“If she really is missing, Jughead, we’re going to have to tell them,” Veronica pointed out, clutching the rung above her with both hands as she waited for Jughead to make his way to the window.

“She’s not missing,” Jughead muttered under his breath, placing his flashlight under his arm as he fiddled with opening the window. “We’re just going to have a look around her room - see if we find any clues that might tell us where she is.”

“Are you sure that the window is even going to be-” Veronica started to say as she watched Jughead struggle with the window, but quickly silenced herself as he slid it open with such ease that made it seem like it hadn’t even been locked in the first place. “So this is why you guys look so happy all the time. You have an all-access, sneak-in-anytime-you-want, booty call entrance.”

“Would you just stop talking and start climbing,” Jughead snapped, locking the window into place and stepping into Betty’s bedroom.

“Sir, yes sir,” Veronica mocked, carefully swinging her legs around and hoisting herself into the room.

Jughead shut the window behind her and stuffed the flashlight into his back pocket as he casually began to peruse Betty’s desk, lifting up papers and various odds and ends that looked like they could be hiding something.

“What are we looking for exactly?” Veronica wanted to know, crossing the room to run her hand along the quilt that Betty’s grandmother had made for when she was younger, feeling the fragile fabric with her fingers as she sat along the foot of her bed.

“Notes, books, any sort of hint that might suggest she made a stop before she came to meet us at Pop’s,” Jughead explained, leaving the mahogany desk to rummage through the trashcan that sat alongside it.  

“Well even if she did, I doubt she would have left anything in her room about it,” Veronica pointed out, hopping off the bed to join Jughead by Betty’s closet. “That girl’s been more secretive than ever lately, especially with her parents poking around here all the time.”

“That’s why you need to know her favorite hiding spots,” Jughead mumbled, his head snapping up as if a thought suddenly occurred to him. His feet moving quickly, he made his way to Betty’s bedside table and began rummaging through it until he found the screwdriver he remembered her mentioning a few weeks ago. Once he had what he was looking for, he turned around to face the wall closest to the bed and crouched down to the floor.

“The air vents?” Veronica questioned, skepticism evident in her tone. “Isn’t that a little, Veronica Mars?”

“It might be outdated, but it works like a charm,” Jughead informed her, twisting the screws until the frame popped off and setting it onto the floor next to him. Reaching inside, Jughead pulled out a thick leather-bound journal and held it out to show Veronica.

“Great, now I’m going to have to explain to Betty why I’ve been sneaking into her room with her boyfriend and reading her diary,” Veronica mumbled. “This goes against so many girl codes I can’t even tell you.”

“Be quiet a second,” Jughead shushed her, flipping to the last page in the journal and reading intently.

“What is it?” Veronica leaned in to see what Jughead was looking at, gently jerking the book away from him and pointing it in her direction. “Did you find something that might tell us where she is?”

“I can’t believe it,” Jughead breathed, his eyes going wide as he finished reading the rest of the page. “She actually did it. She actually-”

“What the hell are you two delinquents doing in my daughter’s room?”

Veronica and Jughead spun around to find Mrs. Cooper standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and her eyes shooting daggers in their direction.

“Mrs. Cooper,” Veronica said in a small voice. “We were just-”

“Save it, I don’t want to waste my time hearing half-assed excuses from the likes of you two,” Mrs. Cooper ran a tired hand down her face as she took as few steps into Betty’s room. “Now, would one of you like to tell me where she is? Last time I checked, she was supposed to be having dinner with both of you at that little diner she loves so much right about now.”

“Um,” Veronica whispered, exchanging a worried glance with Jughead as she scrambled to think of something -anything- to say to her.

“Well, go on then,” Mrs. Cooper pressed. “Stop bumbling like you forgot how to speak - where is she?”

“We don’t know,” Jughead admitted, a defeated expression crossing his face as he lifted his gaze to meet her angry eyes.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Mrs. Cooper narrowed her eyes at Jughead. “Where is my daughter?”

“She was supposed to meet us over an hour ago,” Jughead explained. “She never showed up and we haven’t heard form her since.”

“That’s not like her,” Mrs. Cooper concluded, turning her back to Jughead as she called out to her husband. “Hal, get in here!”

“And there’s something else you should know,” Jughead added, holding out Betty’s journal for her mother to see. “I found this - it’s Betty’s journal. She was documenting everything she knew about the murder investigation and what she knew about Jason and Polly. I mean, this goes back to just after Jason was pronounced missing over the summer. Anyway, this last entry is from today and I think…” Jughead trailed off, turning to look at the faces staring at him with terrified expressions.

“What?” Mrs. Cooper urged him to continue, her hand resting gently on the journal as she pried it from Jughead’s grasp.

“I think she finally figured out who murdered Jason Blossom.”


“Hello?” Betty’s voice echoed off the walls of the dark warehouse she had been taken to, her eyes searching in the darkness for any sign of movement. “If you’re going to take an unarmed minor in the middle of a dark alley, at least show yourselves so I can see what a bunch of cowards really look like!”

Betty thrashed against the chair she had been strapped to, her hands wriggling uncomfortably between the rope that linked them together.

“She’s a lively one,” a voice came from somewhere behind her, causing her to jump slightly in her chair at its abruptness and turn towards the source. “Definitely not what I expected from the youngest Cooper girl. Polly, maybe, your mother, definitely. But little Elizabeth - not so much.”

“Who are you?” Betty demanded to know, her head whipping in every direction as she tried to determine who it was she was speaking to. “What do you want?”

“I just want to have a little chat,” the voice said, the nonchalantness in its tone causing Betty’s cheeks to redden with anger. And while she could never have explained it, there was a familiarness to that voice that made her feel even more uneasy than she had only a moment before.

“I don’t talk to strangers,” Betty spat, her frustration becoming more and more apparent as her kidnapper continued to remain anonymous. “That’s the first lesson they taught us in preschool, if you can remember that far back.”

“Oh, but I’m not a stranger,” the voice admitted, sounding much louder and clearer as it came closer and closer to Betty. “You know exactly who I am - and you know exactly what I’ve done. And you see, Betty Cooper, that’s a problem.”

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness to reveal its identity to Betty. Her blood ran cold as she took in this person’s appearance, recognition flashing across her face as they took a step into the light.

“It was you,” Betty breathed, a shudder running down her spine as the mystery that she had been obsessed with for months finally came into her view. “You killed Jason. I was right.”

“Congratulations,” her kidnapper said dryly, clapping slowly as they came around the chair to place a firm hand around her neck. “Here’s your grand prize.”

Betty shut her eyes, letting her mind drift to thoughts of her friends and family - to thoughts of Jughead. She remembered the way his lips felt when they kissed hers. She remembered the way he made her smile when he cracked dumb jokes about authors that no one but her understood. And she hoped more than anything, that she would get a chance to be with him like that again - if only for a moment. 

anonymous asked:

i love love love how you write neil and andrew, they are literally so in character it hurts... i'm writing a fanfic for the big bang but i have no idea how to write them, thank god they're mostly background characters. do you have any tips tho??

aw thank you so much! i know i write them a little bit softer than they actually are, but that’s a deliberate choice i made (…after election day hahahahahahahaha) bc i’m a wuss and i just want everyone to be happy lol. in my big bang fic they are like anti-soft. it’s bleak.

full disclaimer, this is all my personal reading of andrew & neil and a lot of people write them differently depending on personal taste and interpretation (i highly recommend @ravenvsfox for what i think is one of the truest-to-the-books portrayals of andrew i’ve seen! also @badacts writes an AMAZING neil)

that said here is my advice (this got long so it’s under a cut):

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Yousef-No-chill-Acar’s POV - A fanfic

This is my idea of what Yousef might have been thinking and what might have made him act the way he did in Episode 5 at SYNG and also Episode 6. I just wanted to put myself in his shoes, rather than being mad at him any longer, and try to make light of this messy Yousana situation. The first chapter is a throwback to the development of his feelings and how he experienced the past encounters with Sana in the prior episodes, the next will be about Even, the fight and the Noora kiss.  Hope you like it and I am open to suggestions and ideas <3 (Was gonna post this onto, but seems like I need a few days to get accepted lol)


Yousef was lying in his bed, smiling like an idiot. Elias had just texted him, that Sana invited all the boys to come to a Karaoke party tonight. That alone made him extremely happy. But when Elias added, that Sana explicitly wanted him to come, his whole body and soul bursted in anticipation. Sana, the beautiful, strong, smart Sana Bakkoush, wanted him, the guy who is desperately crushing over her, to be there. He couldn’t believe it.

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Im trying to clean up my half finished fic folder lol. Here’s a thing about Ichabod and Abbie escaping the Underworld, written when we all thought Abbie was chilling with Hades somewhere Queenin’ it up and shit LOL.

Straight Ahead


The King of the Underworld was sort of a prick. Abbie thought this but would never say it out loud, fearing he had ears everywhere. This was his domain after all. But she thought it furiously.

Only a prick would “Eurydice” her like this, not letting her look at the face she’d been aching to see for so long. But at least he let her leave. There was that. But still the rules remained; If Ichabod even turned to look at her she would stay here, forever.

She tightened her grip on his large hand, her heart jumping when he squeezed back with his elegant fingers, lightly calloused from a life of taking up arms against threats.

They travelled for some time in relative silence, each wanting to say everything to each other but not knowing where to start.

Abbie had missed him terribly. She missed his self righteous rants, the way his forehead wrinkled and his eyes widened and oh my god his eyebrows…she could wax on and on about how much she missed the stiff arch of his thick brows raised high on his face as he complained.

Crane was unusually quiet now that she thought about it. She usually couldn’t get him to shut up. Was this really him? Maybe Hades was fucking with her. She expressed this idea to Crane and he echoed her sentiment.

“What do you propose we do about this Lieutenant ?”

She considered thoughtfully for a moment and then said, “Tell me something only I would know. That’s how I figured out the Fake You from the Real You when I was trapped in Purgatory.”

“Would you like to go first?”

“Nah, you go. I have to think of something first.”

“As you wish…Oh for God’s sake!”

Ichabod swiped at a hell beast, stabbing it through with a sword made of very hard-to-procure Stygian Iron, never once letting go of her hand. Abbie was impressed. She was also a bit aroused too, if she was honest. She tamped down hard on her bottom lip, trying to put away such thoughts for a more suitable time and place.

Ichabod took a moment to gather himself and replace his sword in its sheath before they began walking again.

“You wash your hair on Sundays and you always wear a ratty New Edition shirt, that I’ve tried many a time to get rid of…”

“I KNEW you tried to throw it away! “Mistake” my ass!”

“That frock has every manner of hole and bleach stain on it. I do not know why you insist on keeping it.”

“Exactly because it’s so messed up. I don’t have to care about it getting ruined because it’s already ruined” she laughed at his low grumbling.

“Ok…my turn…” Abbie thought a moment, “Oh! You sing Beyonce songs while you shower,” Abbie smiled as she heard a surprised squeak from his mouth, “Flawless seems to be a favorite.”

“Long Live The Queen.”

Abbie buried her laughter into the back of his coat. She dropped the hand holding his to grip his waist. She told herself it was to steady herself while she cackled, but no, that wasn’t it at all.

She liked the feel of him beneath her fingertips. She liked having reasons to touch him. Her heart quickened, remembering his head against her breast, her lips on his forehead.

His hand covered hers. He didn’t turn his head. She knew he wanted to.

“You like to order pepperoni pizza, but you never eat the pepperonis,” Ichabod stroked the smooth skin of her small hand and she found herself snuggling into his coat even more, “I always find them casually placed next to my slice when I’m not paying attention.”

She shrugged, “I like the way they make the cheese taste but I don’t like them. You like everything. Well at least food wise. I’ve never seen you turn down a meal,” she smiled, “Where do you put it all?”

“My brother used to say it all went to my forehead.”

Here in the dank, dark pits of Hades’ territory they were laughing, navigating their way out thanks to a map so graciously provided by the King of the Underworld himself.

“Mm let’s see…Oh! your favorite Disney Princess is Tiana, Belle is a close second.”

“I do quite admire Miss Tiana’s determination and drive . It is a quality I most appreciate in a woman.” His nervous energy seemed to go right to his fingers, they could not stop twitching and moving against her own, interlacing and caressing. And so her body moved on its own, feet lifting up onto her toes and her lips pressing against the exposed patch of his neck, her nose nuzzling in the thicket of his hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo which he always stole. She pretended to mind, but she didn’t really.

“Thank you.” She said quietly into the shell of his ear. He shuddered and she saw the goose flesh pop up on his neck.

“You run your fingers through my hair when you think I’m fast asleep during movie night.” He whispered quietly. They were in different territory in more ways than one, as they neared the river Styx. This was not just a fun little game anymore.

“ I knew you weren’t asleep. I always know. I just like the way your hair feels against my fingertips…” She demonstrated, raking a small hand through, relishing in the feel of his scalp scratching beneath her nails. He swallowed loudly, stumbling into the boat, holding onto her hand tightly as she climbed in behind him.

“I’m going to kiss you breathless once we escape this place.” He stated matter of factory as he dropped her hand and grabbed the oars attached to the boat and began rowing.

“Oh you better.” She smiled slyly.

Door Mood Board as H+L Fics

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This mood board is dedicated to @becomeawendybird: for listening to me whine about it for days on end, and encouraging me not to abandon it. 

Top Left: Secret Garden AU
Louis is spending the summer with Niall’s family in Ireland, but one day he wanders a little far from their large estate. He’s mesmerized by a locked, ivy-covered door he finds hidden among tall, overgrown bushes. When he tries to ask Niall about it, he gets scolded and told never to go back there. Unfortunately, Louis is nothing if not dangerously curious, so he continues his pursuit of the mysterious place. He finds himself at the nearly-abandoned mansion of Harry Styles, a recluse that nobody has seen in years. Despite Harry’s attempts to scare Louis away, he keeps showing up every day – asking about what’s behind the door, sneaking around Harry’s house in search of clues, and unlocking little pieces of Harry’s guarded heart.

Top Middle: Neighbors AU
Louis hasn’t met his new neighbor yet, even though it’s been weeks since someone moved in to the identical flat next door. What he has learned, however, is that this neighbor seems intent on proving his or her worthiness to Louis in the form of gifts on his front step: baked goods (‘because I had extra!’), small trinkets (‘thought this was cool’), even a lone flower taped to the door with a note that said ‘just appreciating the beauty around here’. Each note is only signed with “-your neighbor. xx” Louis chalks it up to an overly friendly (and possibly lonely) elderly woman. One night, Louis goes out to a club where he meets Harry – incredibly gorgeous, can’t-believe-his-luck, Harry. They mutually decide to leave together, and imagine Louis’ surprise when the taxi pulls up in front of Louis’ own door. Cue some mild confusion and cute realizations. 

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xenodweeb  asked:

Hey, sorry for bothering you, but I haven't really gotten into the sonic comics yet but some of your posts in the past make me want to check them out. Any recommendations on where to start out from.

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Hey, no bother at all! Word to the wise, though, the main site that hosted the comics recently went down so if you see any older posts recommending ScanF to read them….well, they took all the comics down. ReadComicsOnline has them, if I remember right, both the main series and the Universe series (and the short lived and long mourned Boom series and the currently running special MegaDrive). 

Okay now let’s get back to business. *cracks knuckles*


There are three suggested ways of reading the Sonic comics from Archie. One, you start from the beginning and slog your way through every cheesy joke and batshit insane plot turn that Ken Penders has to give you. This is for the…stronger among us, and unless you know that you can enjoy a good trainwreck, I wouldn’t recommend this method. If you really want to know the full scope of some of these characters in the later story, then my suggestion is to use either method 2 or 3 and come back and read the backissues once you’ve done that. 


That second method is the issue 175 method. This is pretty straightforward, just start with issue 175. I personally originally followed this method (albeit skimming earlier back to issue 169) before I put myself through Ken Pender’s Wild Ride. If I’m remembering right, issue 160 is where Ian Flynn was brought on as a writer and many of the current mainstay artists were brought in. This is the method I went by originally and I think is the most commonly recommended one. 


The final method, which I personally do not recommend because I feel it would miss you out on a lot of what the Archie Sonic comics have to offer, is the Post-Genesis Wave method. I’m sure you heard about Ken Pender’s Wild Lawsuit and the comic revamp that came with it, called unofficially the Pendering in which the writers literally hit the reset button in order to get rid of ideas, characters, and settings invented by Penders and other writers who might sue them. Thusly we have the ‘pre-genesis wave’ issues and the ‘post-genesis wave’ issues. From issue 252 on is Post-Genesis (and technically 251, but its all the finale of why this all happened which is the last part of a twelve part Megaman crossover). If you want to read Post-Genesis method, then start around issue 252. I don’t recommend it, but its a starting point I’ve seen suggested before. 

Now of course, with Archie being Archie, that isn’t the end the bonanza. If you’re familiar with even Archie’s most vanilla productions, the Archie comics themselves, then you probably know that the company has a habit of doing spin off series based on the main story properties they own. Sonic has quite a few as well due to it being one of Archie’s most prolific franchises (its the longest running video game comic in history at the moment). 

The first one (not chronologically, but probably the most important one) is Sonic Universe. 

Sonic Universe is basically a collection of side stories, each usually around four issues long, that focus on the side characters or an alternative story (such as a future setting). In the case of the side character stories, the stories in Sonic Universe can oftentimes tie in to the main plot going on in the central comic, so I’d suggest waiting until you finish the actual main comic before reading Sonic Universe. That said, its almost always great so there’s no reason to not start from issue 1 with this one. 

The second one worth mentioning is Sonic Megadrive. 

Sonic Megadrive is a special with art by Tyson Hesse (yes, the guy who did Boxer Hockey and this fan comic) and written by Ian Flynn. There’s really no need to describe it, its just a charming comedy that’s basically a love letter to the original games. It’s very reminiscent of the OVA both stylistically and story-wise. If you were having the hankerings for Classic Sonic then Megadrive is for YOU. It’s probably the only one of these comics I actually physically own because I’m a poor piece of shit. 

And then there’s all the unsuccessful spinoffs. Knuckles got a spinoff because Ken Penders could not and still cannot contain his boner for Knuckles, and I’m sure there was some other one I can’t remember. These are all awful in my opinion, and I would not recommend them very highly or even very lowly. However, it’s up to you as a reader to decide if its for you, so I’d suggest wading through the main series before them and making your decision based on what you think of Penders’ work in the main comic. I personally don’t like it, maybe you will. 

And that’s…basically it? Just pick one method and go with it, read Sonic Universe, check out Megadrive, and join the constantly growing club of People Who Hate Ken Penders. We have nametags.

working to hard #1

what you do when he works to hard

requested: NO

warning: fluff and cuteness, bit of fighting, smut

sidemen: simon aka miniminter

I was siting on the sofa in the sidemen house just on Twitter while the lads are recording videos for their channels when i could hear simon screaming from his room. I roll my eyes and know exactly what kind of scream that is, he’s frustrated and stressed. I walk up to his room and knocked on his door but quite shocked when he said this “GO AWAY!” He fucking shouted at me, now i know it’s because he’s working to hard.

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT I’M COMING IN ANYWAY” I hear him sigh then walk in to see exactly where i thought he would be on his gaming chair editing. He looks angry that i walked in, his eyes darker then the normal bright blue ones that i love, “i said go away phoenix (you can change the name to yours if you want it’s just easier doing mine name lol even tho it’s not my name but i wish it was tho lol) why DIDN’T YOU LISTEN TO ME!” I’m getting scared now but i’m not showing him that i am though.

“BECAUSE YOUR WORKING YO HARD DICKHEAD. STOP OVER WORKING AND THEN MAYBE I’LL LISTEN TO YOU, YOU PRICK” by surprise he grabbed my hips and smashed me to his bedroom door his face inches away from mine making me gulp at how close he is. You see me and simon are best friends that’s why i’m surprised he’s this close to me.

He’s breathing quite heavily which is making me heart to speed up “why don’t you listen to me phoenix, you never listen to me at all” his voice is low and husky, god why does he have to do that, you see i have a huge crush on him but only josh knows about it. I tried to get out of his grip but his grip gets tighter and he pushes me further in to the door if that’s even possible.

“Are you even listening to me jay or not” (my nickname) he’s moving closer and closer every time he speaks. I look up to meet his eyes that are already staring at mine, he has no idea what he’s doing to me i’m trying to hide the fact that i’m turned on but failing miserably. He moves closer to me now touching me with his body, my breath stops mid breath and my heart skips a beat.

“Please stop touching me simon” i whisper to him and he just gets closer to me looking dow at me like he’s not doing anything wrong. I tried pushing him away but he just grips me harder probably leaving bruises too. “I told you not to come in but you did anyway, i need to get that video out now because the fans will complain other wise” he’s still angry but hot dayum  his low husky voice is sexy.

“Stop over working yourself take a break simon. I know it’s your job but jobs ain’t 24/7 are they” i’m looking straight in his eyes him still breathing heavily in my face “leave before i hurt you phoenix NOW!” Shouting in my face making me jump by shock. I start to breath more faster then ever while his eyes are getting darker by the second because i haven’t moved.

I nod my head no but boy i chose the wrong answer, he let go of my and smashed both of his hands on the door to close to my head. Which just turned me on more the fact that he’s super hot when angry. I tried to run to the other side of him but got stopped by his leg blocking me “where do you think your going jay”.

He pushes me up the door again with more force this time so i made a little noise that sounded sexual so i slap my hand over my mouth but he took it away and put it at the side of me and then realization hit him and then i could feel him on my stomach, he gets closer to me and i try to not moan by biting my bottom lip which just makes him sigh “don’t do that phoenix” “do what si” he closes his eyes to calm himself down but didn’t work.

I could feel him getting more hard by the second which made me moan lightly which made my eyes widen which is making him even more hard. I looked up to look at him but didn’t have time to do or say anything because simon smashed his lips to mine i kissed back straight away. His hands loosened a bit and slid them down down to my ass and pulling me into him more which coursed me to let out a slightly loader moan in his mouth.

I put my arms around his neck he pushed me to the door again grabbing my thighs and pulling then up so i wrapped my legs around his waist i can feel his anger slipping away from him by the kiss. He thrusted up which made me moan louder and him to moan too. He licked the bottom of my lip asking for entrance which i denied to tease him a bit.

It didn’t last long though he thrusted up again coursing me to let out a breathy moan which gave him an advantage to put his tongue in my mouth, we was in this position for a little while before he stopped kissing me and moved to my neck trying to find my sweet spot which he found quite fast.

I moaned letting him know he found it and started to suck on it, biting it once in a while probably leaving a mark. Then he found the hem of my shirt and took it off while i took his off too, we started moving to his bed with him still kissing my neck. He put me down by throwing me then climbed  on top of me and kissing my collar bones this time so i could hide then when i make videos for my channel.

Before i know it we are fully naked and he’s putting a condom on spreading my legs making me whimper and him to smirk he pinned my arms over my head before going inside me making us both moan in pleasure.  He started at a slow pace but got faster and harder making us both moaning messes i flip us over which got him by surprise and started leaving my mark on him but on his collar bone bones  and shoulders and a sneaky one on his neck.

I love hearing him moan and the reason for that is because of me but i think simon had enough of mr teasing him because he flipped us back so he’s now on top of me. With every thrust he does he get’s harder hitting my g spot every time which is making me moan really load and he’s still smirking at me.

As he started kissing my neck again i can feel his cross necklace on my chest which makes me shiver because it’s cold which he just chuckles but then after saying “i’m close baby girl” this coursed me to cum first and him after. He throws the condom in the bin and cuddles up with me with my head resting on his bare chest while he draws little patterns on my bare back which tickles a bit.

I can hear his slow heart beat but what really surprised me was what he said “be mine phoenix please” i looked up and smiled “i was always yours simon you just never took notice of it” i giggled so did he. After that we both fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next day we got woken up by a iPhone camera click and guess who it was……… it was jj.

hope you enjoyed reading it :)

Fangirl [Sherlock Holmes]

Words // 1793

Warnings // None

Request //  Cute little Request here! Sherlock x femReader where she’s younger than him and a full-time fangirl who is fangirling over Harry Potter and fbawtft lol How would he react? She even tries to make him do the Hogwarts House test! (she’s a slytherin btw) lmao i love this pls do it🙈 thanks iloveyou bye💕💕

A/N // Hi! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy this :)

Originally posted by silent-micka

“You’ve been awfully quiet today compared to usual, usually you can’t stop talking to me about.. what was it again-‘’ You shushed Sherlock. You and Sherlock got together once he took an interest in you which was because you needed his services for something, something made him attracted to you and once he realized you had intellect that could match Mycroft’s he took an interest in you the two of you hung out for a while and eventually got together for fun and it turned out rather nicely, because that happened two years ago already.

“Shush Mr. Holmes, I am busy doing things far more important than your stupid deductions.’’ You were slightly jealous, you had a great intellect but didn’t have the ‘deduction thing’, you didn’t necessarily want to spend time learning it either which is why you just accepted he would keep rubbing it in as a light tease.

“What could be this important that you feel the need to shush me.’’ Sherlock stated more than asked, you shrugged and continued the Tumblr edit you were working on. It had been one of your best ideas so far which is why you wanted to put all your attention into it and wanted to focus.

“Well, everything is more important than whatever you’re about to brag now, come on throw those deductions at me so I can start to focus on my work.’’ He chuckled, you knew this was one of the reasons why he enjoyed you so much, you didn’t take any shit from anyone no matter who they were or how high their status. Sherlock liked that ‘I don’t care’ attitude coming from you and it made you far more enjoyable to be around than most people.

“Right. Are you working on something about.. What was it again.. Harry Potter right?’’ He asked and you nodded, you prided yourself on being a very apt fangirl and you forced him to at least read the books once you two started dating, you usually ranted about it to him, not because he had such insightful opinions but because he listened even though he didn’t want, he did it because he cared about you and your passions which you appreciated from a man who called everything boring that didn’t involve someone being murdered and him solving it.

“Yeah. I’m working on an edit and this is very important so I require dead silence.’’ He chuckled and turned back to the book he was reading. You knew he had become an expert on Harry Potter by now as well because he never deleted any information and you had pointed out every single difference in the films compared to the book out to him, even more than once in some films.

The two of you both had your quirks and with you it was being obsessed with the best books ever written, you didn’t shy away from the fact you were obsessed with it as it had really gotten part of your personality, of course some would call it unhealthy but you just tended to remind them that it wasn’t hurting your physical or mental health so there wasn’t anything bad about it, usually it was enough to shut them up, unless the arrogant ones but you had enough arguments, even though you weren’t good at it, it was hard to not notice the little things after being around Sherlock so much.

After thirty minutes or so you were finished and had it up on your Tumblr blog, you were finished around the time you usually posted, and decided to close your laptop for a while, you loved every single part of the fandom but sometimes it did get exhausting to be stuck inside your laptop the whole day. Sherlock welcomed your company and put the book away and the two of you squeezed into the couch, cuddling.

“You know, I should really get you to do the test.’’

“How very specific you are, I always love it.’’ Sherlock sniggered.

“It’s a long story, but it’s important.’’

“Of course it is, now we’re done with your test can you just be silent. I was enjoying the moment too much.’’ You chuckled and snuggled closer.


“Do you have to wear that?’’ Sherlock commented and you stuck your tongue out in response, pulling your Slytherin scarf and tying it around your neck before throwing on your coat, he had a case and you had some time to tag along so you decided why not. You didn’t have to work and didn’t have much else to do.

“Why shouldn’t I, it’s surprisingly cold for May but sure, I mean it’s comfortable, keeps me warm and quite obviously fashionable if you hadn’t noticed yet, at least I have more than one scarf.’’ You said and he rolled his eyes which made you laugh. Of course even though Sherlock considered it far too mundane he remembered everything, every little detail, how you said the colour was a shade off or the lines were so far from the original source they shouldn’t have used them yet he also knew how much you loved the films. Still, he didn’t necessarily see the use for it, he didn’t see why you identified so much with a house or what it really mattered beside sentimental and personal value which he didn’t see as too important.

“Let’s just go yeah?’’

The two of you were walking outside for a while when Sherlock brought it up again, why you were wearing the scarf. He had many more questions and most were just about why you wore it and just too many why’s to list, so he started with something small.

“Why this scarf? Not meant negatively.’’ He asked and you shrugged, you had a billion reasons you could say but you decided with something a bit easier.

“Well, let’s keep it simple, it’s my house and house pride.’’ Even though on the internet with the fandom fans it was dying down, in general there was still quite a bit of Slytherin hate and you didn’t back down from a strong argument why your house was just as good and evil as the other because no house inherently was evil, being brave could lead to ignorance, hardworking could lead to distrust whenever someone else needs to do something, wisdom can lead to arrogance and ambition could lead to self-vain, just as all the traits were good.

“Yes I know, you’re a Slytherin and proud of that but why does that even matter when deciding what scarf to wear?’’ He continued a bit more forceful but you didn’t mind that, usually he did become a bit forceful when he wanted to know something but it wasn’t that aggressive it was mostly when you had something he couldn’t understand and it made him frustrated.

“Slytherins get a bad rap for being evil so that’s the pride part and otherwise it’s just fun, it’s an easy way to show you’re a harry potter fan or potterhead without going too far, I like to keep things subtle but noticeable to those who know. So yeah, there isn’t any single reason or one good reason, it’s all just reasons and they’re important.’’ You finished with a shrug and went on a little ahead of him to make him catch up just for fun but also because you didn’t really feel like answering more questions, he probably wouldn’t think your answers were particularly relevant


“No buts, c’mon let’s get to that case.’’ You said with a laugh.


“Here, now just fill in the questions I’m assuming that won’t be too much of a hassle.’’ You handed him your laptop and he stared at the screen for a while before scrunching his face and moving on to look at you with the same curiosity but also uncertainty.


“Well this is the almighty important test. I wish we had an actual sorting hat which would be more accurate, this is as close as we can get though. I know it looks kind of illegitimate but it’s all the questions where the pottermore site only gives you a selected few so the chance of a good answer is a lot better.’’ You explained and he rolled his eyes but turned back to the screen and started clicking which made it quite obvious he was at least curious to what the result would be and you were too, you had been fighting between Slytherin and Ravenclaw because he identified with two just as much, he had Ravenclaw qualities and tendencies but some of the Ravenclaw ideals just didn’t match up well and the same was for Slytherin, although you felt like he was more Ravenclaw if just slightly.

“So, the purpose of this all is?’’

“To determine your house idiot. I know it’s not important to you but it is for me, it’s funny to do and yeah, just do it for me.’’ You said as you kissed his cheek and he rolled his eyes but kissed back, something that Sherlock never liked to admit was how much he liked kisses, especially small delicate ones or full-on action ones, there was no in-between for him.

“Do this a bit quick though, I don’t have a lot of patience and I’ve got a lot to update you on and a lot of bad text posts to show you depending on the house you get.

“Of course you’re prepared, anything for you though love.’’


“Ravenclaw, although Slytherin is around 2% less so I suppose a more accurate answer would be the mix of the two.’’ He said as he handed your laptop back and you grinned from ear to ear, the Slytherin and Ravenclaw along with the Slytherin and Hufflepuff posts were the absolute bests, which is why you had most of those two along with Slytherin and Slytherin, even though you didn’t really guess the chances of him being a Hufflepuff high. “And now?’’

“Now, you can look at this whilst I do as well and snigger whilst you make some comment about how it doesn’t make any sense.’’ You said with a laugh as you sat down next to him and opened the folder of all the screenshots you had made and posts you had saved, it went just as you expected although Sherlock seemed to get far more of them than you anticipated he would which was nice, it was really nice to not be the only one laughing because even though you didn’t care too much, it felt awkward.

“Are you going to make me wear a scarf now with the patterns?’ He asked out of nowhere.

“You, mister, have just given me the absolute best idea on the planet.’’