it's okay dad i didn't know how to say it either

shanti-o  asked:

i usually hate these posts, because i get it, my birthday is special to literally no one on the internet but myself, so it's a dumb excuse to ask for shit, but, fuck it. it's my birthday and i'm depressed as fuck and college sucks so may i please ask you, my fandom dad, to just tell me about yuuri katsuki, anxious international student who is this close to deciding no, he can't actually do this college overseas thing, and victor nikiforov, who shows him how loved he didn't realize he is?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BEAN.  i hope that you feel better throughout the day and that college gets better!! college was totally a void for me; i spent one year getting devastatingly trashed, and another three years Not Sleeping and trying to kill myself with work.  the good times i had in college are definitely punctuated and defined by how hard so much of it was to endure.  i’m rooting for you xx

and as far as anxious internationa studentl yuuri katsuki goes, he lives off of black coffee and spaghetti and basement pizza.  anxious international student yuuri katsuki is not doing great in classes, and maybe he doesn’t belong here, and he’s not the best at making friends, even though his one good friend and roommate, beautiful sunflower international student phichit claims all of the anonymous HEY YOU! shoutouts in the school newspaper talking about Cute Boy Asleep Under Table In Student Union Building or the Hotchkin Hall Hotass are referring to him.  beautiful sunflower international student phichit tries to get him to loosen up and takes him out to a party and gives him two blue pills with little dolphins on them that yuuri chases with a plastic cup of shitty sweet american lager, except instead of getting yuuri to loosen up, he ends up having a panic attack and laying down on the wet, cold concrete of the sidewalk outside just to feel something cool, which is how beautiful TA victor nikiforov finds him.  

it’s really embarrassing to talk to someone like beautiful TA victor nikiforov for the first time while soaked to the bone and rolling your nuts off.  yuuri has one class three days a week where victor helps, and yuuri always sits in the very back behind someone he’s sure stands at a height that makes participation on the school basketball team mandatory.  yuuri katsuki does not dare fly too close to the sun.  (maybe someday, he thinks, when they’re older they’ll both be at a conference together, and victor will recognize him across a crowded hotel lobby.  “you wrote those papers,” victor will say, “years and years ago.  i always drew smiley faces on the top in red marker,” because he does, and yuuri likes to pretend that he doesn’t do that with anyone else’s papers.)

despite what being in close proximity to beautiful TA victor nikiforov does to his heart rate, beautiful TA victor nikiforov manages to talk to him in a calm, engaging and funny way, and lets yuuri word vomit in return, and beautiful TA victor nikiforov eventually escorts yuuri back to the international house off campus.  

it is the next morning that yuuri realizes, with great shame, he must either change his major or leave the school entirely, because he cannot spend any more time in the presence of beautiful TA victor nikiforov.  

he ends up dropping the class and losing the credit.  he just can’t– he can’t go back to that class.  if he stays at this school past the end of the year, he’ll make the credit up somehow.  but right now he just, he can’t.  

it’s two and a half months later when he’s still there for winter break, not wanting to waste money on a flight home.  he’s walking through the slush to get dinner on christmas eve alone.  this is when he runs into beautiful TA victor nikiforov again.

beautiful TA victor nikiforov is very sad that anxious international student yuuri katsuki dropped his class! after yuuri left there was nothing to look forward to between one and three on mondays, wednesdays and thursdays!  why would you abandon me, yuuri? beautiful TA victor nikiforov (call me victor!) says, practically running him over when he sees yuuri across the street.  anxious international student yuuri katsuki doesn’t know what to say, except, “i’m going to get dinner, would you–?”

which is how they end up at a KFC at nine at night on christmas eve.  

“in japan, christmas is a romantic holiday,” yuuri says, realizing out loud.  “a lot of couples come to places like KFC, it just felt–”

“oh, is this a date, yuuri?” victor asks.  his voice sounds teasing, but when yuuri tries to jump up from the table and hide in a trash can, victor grabs his hand and looks him in the eye and it feels very serious.  “it’s okay if it’s a date, yuuri.”

“o-oh?” yuuri says.  

(and then, idk???? idk where i’m going with this.  yuuri does body shots of KFC gravy off of victor in the mens room?  like, why not, right? anyway, i hope you feel better!!) 

gossymer  asked:

Imma give you a cracktastic prompt: in a world where were are the norm, Stiles is a were!bunny. He is not impressed but he makes do. Derek on the other hand has a new past time in the woods :)

This… became long. I also know much more about rabbits now. Here’s what I imagine werebunny!Stiles looks like, though! So enjoy 4k of cracktastic fluff!

(9/10 prompts for my 1k followers thingy!)

Oh god.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Stiles hops over a tree root, his tiny rabbit lungs burning as he sprint-hops over the forest floor. He makes a mental note to lay off the curly fries.

Not that he’ll probably be able to do that.

Because he’s going to die.

His hind paw catches on a rock and he goes down, crashing onto his stomach, the wind abruptly forced from his lungs. He tries to scramble to his feet – paws, whatever – but he can already sense a large figure hovering over him, trapping him in. He makes a break for it anyway, though, desperately trying to escape, but a large muzzle with rows of sharp teeth is already descending on him and –

– and Derek Hale is going to eat him to death. And not even in a sexy way. Then Derek finally will become a murderer, and his dad will have to identify his body by scraping bits of his rabbit intestines off of Derek’s wolf-y canines.

All because he didn’t warn his werewolf friends off from their usual late night hunts, because then he’d have to admit that he’s a fucking wererabbit.

Oh god.

Stiles squeezes his eyes shut and waits for the kiss – or in this case, the painful, agonizing bite – of death.

Only it never comes.

It never comes, because for some reason, instead of swallowing him whole like a normal wolf, Derek’s decided to rub his face all over him. Gah, Stiles doesn’t even know where that muzzle’s been. Derek’s probably getting rabbit-guts from his previous victim all over Stiles’ carefully maintained coat.

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anonymous asked:

jeremy takes jean home during the summer because it's not that he doesn't trust him alone on campus it's just that he totally doesn't trust him. so he tells him family in advance not to overwhelm him and that jean isn't usually one for a conversation. he gives jean his room so he's sleeping on the couch and he argues jean on it until he falls asleep. then a couple of weeks in, he's sat with them at the table and jeremy is laughing loud at his sisters who are bickering and his parents who

just look done with their shit but when he looks at jean beside him, he’s wide eyed and in thought. he doesn’t press on at that moment but later he goes to grab clothes and sits on my his bed and watches jean reading at the desk before asking “what were you thinking about at dinner?” and jean pauses and looks up “what do you mean? ” “well you kind of had this look on your face” and jean gives an unamused look at his exaggeration but he still answers “i was just thinking about your family,”

they’re wild right?“ "not that it’s just… that’s how a real family interacts. no judgement” and jeremy just huffs out a laugh bc this fucking kid will be the death of him

THESE ASKS ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF OKAY 

But okay like Jeremy’s family, for serious. It’s not clear how Jean’s family situation was before they sold him but I think that act says enough. Jeremy probably has like a HUGE, UNCOMFORTABLY LARGE FAMILY that he bickers with all the time but loves to death but he sees how much discomfort Jean has when with them and instinctively stays with him in secluded places where Jean can relax. Jeremy’s anxiety isn’t great either so he knows all the good places to take a breather and they spend a lot of time in the attic where Jeremy tells Jean about his childhood and take walks out to the park where they can toss an exy ball around.

And the kids around the neighborhood. God they fucking love Jeremy. He’s lived in that neighborhood all his life and Jeremy knows the kids won’t judge him so they always have a great time together. Jean is pretty astounded by how loud the kids are but actually enjoys teaching them how to play exy and the bright smiles they give him when he does something cool. He feels so admired and appreciated and they kids all go “WHOAAAA” when he pulls off a complex move and it just. Fills him with warmth.

“You’re so cool,” one boy tells him, tugging on Jean’s sleeve. “Millie says you and Jeremy won championships. That means you’re a champion. How can I be a champion?”

And Jean doesn’t want to tell him about learning how to dodge the blows. How to work so hard under the hope that maybe he won’t be bleeding by the end of the day. How he can see every movement because he’s trained himself to react to every threat. He swallows it down, not without breaking a sweat, and says, “You have to really want it.” The desire to live. “More than anything.” The desire to win.

And the boy stares at him like the stars have opened up before him. Jeremy watches it unfold and barely notices when a thirteen year old checks him into the grass.

AND JEREMY’S SISTER (Millie) YO she’ll be all up in Jean’s face like “I heard you were French.” And sends out subtle middle-schooler flirting vibes that are mostly jokes like winking at him and telling him he has pretty hands and she and Jeremy end up tussling EVERY TIME IT HAPPENS and by like two months in Jean joins in and starts talking to her in French really seductively but it’s shit like “What’s for dinner tonight” and “Your brother has no fashion sense” and Jeremy is like “STOP FRENCHING MY SISTER” and it’s fun for the whole family.

But yo….. board games…… Trivial Pursuit and Monopoly. Somebody breaks out scrabble and Jean uses this horrible Polish word with like 10 z-s and Jeremy’s dad is ready to fucking fight. Family movie nights. Trips to the amusement park and Jean and Millie get lost together and have to navigate their way out of a corn maze. Jean takes Jeremy to a lake and they spend night looking out and contemplating how much has changed. Jeremy puts an arm around Jean’s shoulders once things start getting deep but they end up just falling asleep like that and Jean wakes up the next morning in a field by a lake leaning against a sleeping Jeremy. 

Just….. Jean at Jeremy’s for the summer.

krysylyn86  asked:

Virgin!Derek & experienced!Stiles going to prom, Derek getting mad that stiles didn't reserve a hotel and thinks that Stiles wants him to give it up in his jeep or someplace unromantic, Stiles not getting a room because he wants Derek to be ready not because it's prom, and Derek just melts and pounces on him. How do you and the other anons who like this trope as well feel about this? Cliched or yes please?

(I’ll never tire of prom fics. Especially when virgin!Derek is involved!)

“I didn’t get a room,” Stiles repeats as he starts up the jeep, torn between looking over his shoulder as he reverses and watching Derek’s frown grow even deeper. They had just been laughing a second ago. Stiles has no idea what he’s done wrong. Did Derek seriously want to stay longer and watch as Jackson pretended he wasn’t bitter about Danny going to prom with Ethan instead of him?

“But-” Derek opens and closes his mouth, eyes going a little wide. “You know what, it doesn’t matter,” he mutters, turning his face away to look out of the window.

“Hey,” Stiles says, reaching over to put a steadying hand on Derek’s thigh. “What’s wrong? You’ve got to talk to me, Derek. I’m not a mind reader.”

Derek glares at that, trying to move his leg away and Stiles lets go immediately since Derek is already practically pressed up against the door and can’t actually get away any further unless he opens it and jumps out. Which, given the look on his face right how, might just be something he is thinking about.

Stiles sighs, and unable to wait until he drops Derek home to talk about whatever is going on here, turns left instead of right and parks at the 24 hour diner he and Scott sometimes go to when Mrs McCall and his dad have one of their “we’re-totally-just-friends” phonecalls. Stiles is happy his dad found someone like Melissa, but he does not need to be around for his horrible attempts at “non-flirting”.

“Okay,” he says, unbuckling himself and turning to face Derek fully. “What’s up?”

Derek bites his lip and mumbles something Stiles can’t catch.

“Sorry, dude, you’re going to have to say that for the human pair of ears in the car.”

Derek rolls his eyes, but Stiles can see there’s no heat behind it. If Stiles had to guess, he’d say Derek looks like he’s trying to hold back tears more than anything else, which, no. Just no.

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Breakfast Club Roleplay Memes
  • We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all.
  • I'll do anything sexual. I don't need a million dollars to do it either.
  • Well, if you say you haven't, you're a prude. If you say you have you're a slut. It's a trap. You want to but you can't, and when you do you wish you didn't, right?
  • I'm a compulsive liar.
  • What about you dad?
  • The next screw that falls out will be you.
  • When you grow up, your heart dies.
  • Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?
  • If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy.
  • Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place.
  • Do you know how popular I am? I am so popular. Everybody loves me so much at this school.
  • Don't you ever, ever compare yourself to me, okay. You got everything, and I got shit.
  • You know what I got for Christmas? Oh, it was a banner fucking year at the old ______ family. I got a carton of cigarettes. The old man grabbed me and said, "Hey, smoke up _____."
  • My God, are we gonna be like our parents?
  • You do everything everyone tells you to do and that is a problem.
  • That's very clever, sir. But what if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir.
  • I'm thinkin' of tryin' out for a scholarship.
  • You're kind of sexy when you're angry.
  • I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me. It's like they use me just to get back at each other.
  • You ask me one more question and I'm beating the shit out of you.
  • He's just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore him.
  • I hate it. I hate having to go along with everything my friends say.
  • Don't mess with the bull, young man. You'll get the horns.
  • The next time I have to come in here I'm crackin' skulls.
  • You ought to spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself and a little less time trying to impress people.
  • I'm not a winner because I want to be one. I'm a winner because I've got strength and speed... kinda like a racehorse. It's about how involved I am in what's happening to me.
  • Why is that door closed? WHY IS THAT DOOR CLOSED?
  • When I was a kid, I wanted to be John Lennon.
  • You keep eating your hand; you're not gonna be hungry for lunch.
  • Jesus Christ Almighty! What in God' s name is going on in here? What was that ruckus?
  • You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions.
  • We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong.
  • It's all because of me and my old man. God, I fucking hate him. He's like this mindless machine that I can't even relate to anymore.
  • Does that answer your question?
Riakle Fanfiction
  • This is my first ever Fanfiction. Please give me feedback I would love to know what everyone thinks! The next chapter is going through the last round of editing now and should be up soon.
  • Girl Meets Fate
  • Prologue
  • Word Count: 1,277
  • It was seven o'clock in the morning on New Year's Day and the five exhausted teens hadn't been to sleep yet. After the fireworks went off over the ski lodge Riley, Maya, Farkle, Lucas, and Zay stayed in the lounge and talked all night. They didn't notice when the snow started falling across the already white-topped mountain. They didn't notice when the sun peeked through the trees and slowly but surely creeped up the walls of the cabin. They didn't notice when Cory and Topanga came down the stairs with little Auggie and started making breakfast. They didn't notice anything outside of their own little world and that's exactly how they'd always liked it.
  • Riley was sitting on the cushion farthest to the right on the couch while both Maya and Farkle used her as a personal pillow. Maya was laid across the couch with her feet in Riley's lap and Farkle was sitting on the floor with his head leaning against her knees. Lucas and Zay were each leaning against the wall on either side of the fireplace. They had originally each been sitting on a pillow they stole from underneath Maya when she had started to doze but Lucas had given his to Zay when he complained that one pillow wasn't enough and it still hurt to sit. They had switched places a few times in the beginning but ultimately decided on this arrangement and had stayed this way for more than four hours by this point. They had never been so comfortable in their lives and they couldn't tell if it was the place or the company but they were each silently wishing that this trip would never end.
  • "This place is magic," Riley stated, somewhat abruptly cutting off a story Zay had started telling over twenty minutes ago.
  • Farkle laughed before turning around slightly to face her, "There's no such thing as magic. That stuff is all just illusion."
  • Riley just rolled her eyes, "I'm not talking about that kind of magic, Farkle. I'm not talking about the magic that you see, I'm talking about the magic that you feel." The room was quiet for a moment and then Riley spoke up again, "Come on! You can't tell me that there isn't something special about this place!"
  • "No. I- I feel it too," Lucas said as he sat up a little straighter. "I feel closer to you guys up here."
  • "Of course you do, Huckleberry," Maya started as she slid her feet off of Riley's lap and onto the floor and slowly sat up. "All the open spaces and creepy critters, this must feel just like home."
  • "Do you even remember Texas?" Lucas asked and then immediately regretted it.
  • The two shared a short yet meaningful glance and then Maya looked away with just a hint of a blush. Of course she remembered Texas, but she would never say that. Not here. But Riley was her best friend and Maya didn't have to say anything for her to notice the look exchanged between the two.
  • "I'm feeling some tension," Zay said as he looked at the pair momentarily, "and a tingling feeling in my butt. I think it's going numb."
  • Farkle gave him a squinted, sideways look and then turned his attention back to Riley, "I don't know if I would call it magic but I think we can all agree that this place is special."
  • "Exactly!" Riley exclaimed. "I was hoping you would all feel that way."
  • Maya hesitated, "Uh oh."
  • "I think we should come back here. I think we should come back here after we graduate and say goodbye to each other before we go to college. I don't want us to drift apart because we've forgotten this feeling."
  • "Riles, we would never drift apart. I'm your safe place, remember?" Maya said as she scooted closer to Riley and wrapped her arm around her.
  • "And I'm yours. But no matter what, I think this would be good for us. To have this one last big thing before we have to take on the world. What do you think, Peaches?" Riley said and looked at her friend.
  • Maya smiled at her, "I go where you go."
  • Riley smiled back at her and then looked at Farkle.
  • "You know I'll be there. I'd follow you ladies to the end of the earth even though there is no end because the earth is -"
  • "Okay we get it," Maya cut him off, "You'll be there. What about you Ranger Rick?"
  • Lucas rolled his eyes, "I'll throw my hat in the ring."
  • Maya's face showed her anger as once again she was unable to get to him.
  • "I guess that only leaves one," Riley said and they all turned their attention toward Zay.
  • Zay looked around at each of them, squinted his eyes up a little bit, then said, "If you people expect me to come back out here you're going to have to find me a better place to sit cause I don't think I can handle this again."
  • "Deal!" Riley said happily.
  • A few months after the trip the group dynamics quickly went downhill. The love triangle between Lucas, Riley, and Maya was resolved when Lucas formally asked Maya out on their first real date. Their relationship was a passionate one, on one extreme or the other, which they both really enjoyed but when Maya realized the toll their relationship was taking on her friendship with Riley she ended it without telling anyone why. She thought this would save their friendship, but she was wrong. When school let out for the summer they drifted farther and farther apart until eventually they weren't even talking to one another. By the time school started again in the fall you wouldn't have been able to tell they were ever friends at all.
  • Five best friends turned into strangers but strangers with a promise to never forget the feeling of staying up all night in a magical cabin on top of a hill just so they could look at each other's faces a little longer. A promise that was soon all but forgotten.
  • That is, until Farkle reminded Riley that since they had recently graduated there was a ski lodge a day's drive away that was calling their names. When she tried to protest he told her that his dad had already rented the cabin. The same cabin from three years ago. She caved. She always caved when it came to Farkle. He knew where her buttons were and he wasn't afraid to push them when he really wanted her to do something.
  • She supposed that's how she got here. Sitting in her closet staring at the pictures from the first ski lodge trip and pretending she was packing her bag. She hadn't seen these pictures in years and she wasn't prepared for the emotions that swept over her. She cried when she looked at the three friends she had lost after this trip but mostly she cried when she looked at that beautiful blonde haired girl she used to call her best friend. This trip wouldn't be easy on her - going back to that place without their old friends and knowing that they should be there - but she made a promise to Farkle and she wasn't willing to break it. She wiped the tears, put the pictures back in their rightful box, and grabbed the sweater she had gone into her closet looking for in the first place before stumbling out and finishing her packing. She closed her suitcase, took a deep breath, and then climbed into bed. She had a long week ahead of her.
what happened? :(
  • You: Hello, Hamish [15]. You may not know who I am. My name is Sherlock Holmes. SH
  • Stranger: Er, hi. Who are you? HW
  • You: [Delay] I was a friend of your father's. SH
  • Stranger: He's not mentioned you. HW
  • You: We have not seen each other in a very long time. SH
  • Stranger: Yeah, but he would've mentioned you. HW
  • Maybe I should ask him about you first. HW
  • You: Probably. SH
  • You: He is going to be angry that I contacted you. SH
  • Stranger: Then why did you? Who are you? HW
  • If you were friends, he wouldn't be angry. HW
  • You: We were friends, but he wants nothing to do with me. SH
  • You: I wanted to know how the two of you are doing. SH
  • Stranger: We're fine. HW
  • What did you do? Sorry, I'm just quite confused and not too sure who you are or why you care about me? If you want to know how he's doing, talk to him. HW
  • Stranger: ((brb))
  • You: I would if I had any hope that he would reply. SH
  • You: [Delay] I had to leave London for two years. He believed I was dead. SH
  • Stranger: You let your best friend think that you were dead for two years? No wonder you're not friends anymore. HW
  • And so, you think that the best way to get in contact with him would be through his son. Good one. HW
  • You: I know. SH
  • You: There is no excuse, but my hand was forced by a very bad man. SH
  • Stranger: Er, this is really kinda weird? So I'm going to stop replying, because I have no idea who you are? Er, yeah. HW
  • I'll tell my dad. Tell him you said hi, or something. HW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: Thank you for your time, Hal. SH
  • Stranger: ...Only my Dad calls me Hal. HW
  • You: I apologise. Hamish. SH
  • Stranger: Okay. Well... Bye. HW
  • You: [Delay] Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: [three hours later]
  • You are going to delete his number, delete all of these back-and-forth texts between the two of you, and you're not going to talk to him. Same with me. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will not contact either of you again. SH
  • Stranger: Good. Goodbye. JW
  • You: I'm sorry. Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay[ Why now? JW
  • You: I knew you want nothing to do with me, and I did not want to contact Hamish until he was old enough to decide whether he wanted to speak to me or not. SH
  • You: I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: He won't want to speak to you. I'm making that decision for him. JW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: Stop saying sorry. I don't... I don't care. Not anymore. JW
  • You: Right. Understandable. SH
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: You aren't his father. Not any more. He doesn't even know who you are, isn't that deterrent enough? JW
  • You: I am aware, but I had nothing to lose. SH
  • Stranger: What did you want from this? For us to welcome you with open arms, for Hal to be glad of a second parent? JW
  • You: I wanted to know how you are. SH
  • Stranger: We're fine. JW
  • You: I understand. SH
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: Goodbye. JW
  • You: Have a good life. SH
  • Stranger: I will. JW
  • You: Thank you for your time. This has been the best day of my life for thirteen days. SH
  • You: I won't bother you again. SH
  • Stranger: Thirteen? What happened thirteen days ago? JW
  • You: ((ah, thirteen years. lol))
  • Stranger: ((oh! hahaha sorry :') ))
  • Stranger: Fine. Fine. I'll see you... Well. I won't. JW
  • You: Be happy. SH
  • You: [Delay] Goodbye. SH
  • Stranger: Goodbye. JW
  • You: [Three hours later] I love you. SH
  • You: I apologise for my last text. Delete it. SH
  • Stranger: You don't love me. You wouldn't have done all of /that/ if you did. JW
  • Stranger: But yeah, it's gone. Never happened. JW
  • You: [Delay] What would you have me do? He threatened you and Hamish. SH
  • Stranger: One word. One word, that is all I would've needed. One bloody word, Sherlock. Or some form of /anything/ to tell me that you weren't dead. JW
  • You: They were still watching you. SH
  • You: Besides, coming back was not always part of the plan. SH
  • Stranger: Would it have mattered if they were watching? You could slip one word. Mycroft could've said something, /Molly/ could've, if only you'd let them. Christ, Sherlock, you've no idea. JW
  • How was it not part of the plan? If a good case hadn't come up in London, would you not have bothered to talk to us again? Did we mean that bloody little to you?! JW
  • You: Difficult to talk to people when you're dead. SH
  • You: Would you have preferred to see me die and then find out that I was alive only to be told that I had died in a cellar in Serbia? SH
  • You: I would have considered that cruel. SH
  • Stranger: I would have preferred to find out you were alive but unable to come back to us for a while, and that what you were doing was dangerous and potentially life-threatening. Yes, that would've made things harder, but I would've known that you were trying to come home to us. Not that you were dead, full stop. No, /that's/ cruel. JW
  • You: [Delay] I knew not telling you would risk our relationship, but the other option would have risked your lives. SH
  • You: I made a choice and I stand by it. I'm sorry. SH
  • Stranger: Well, that choice has cost you your relationship. Stand by it. JW
  • You: I have, for the past thirteen years. SH
  • You: I could never bring myself to regret it. You and Hamish are alive and well. SH
  • Stranger: Hamish is alive and missing a parent he doesn't remember, hating me for refusing to show him pictures of you. I am alive and /still/ heartbroken because my husband lied to me and made me think he was dead, and worse still, making me still love you when I know and you know that I can't. JW
  • Yeah, Sherlock. Alive and "well". JW
  • You: [Delay] You were supposed to be happy. SH
  • Stranger: Didn't factor "emotion" into your equation correctly, then. JW
  • You: Accounting for all the emotions in the situation would have paralyzed me, so no. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay] Paralyzed is better than dead. JW
  • You: I would beg to disagree. SH
  • You: Death certainly has its appeals, all things considered. SH
  • Stranger: /Don't you dare/. Don't you /bloody/ dare, Sherlock. JW
  • You: There is no need to worry, John. SH
  • You: I have challenged myself to live my life in a way that would make you proud for the past decade. SH
  • Stranger: And how's that? JW
  • You: Eating. Sleeping. No unnecessary risks. No unnecessary cruelty. SH
  • You: And of course, no indulging in self-destructive behaviour of any kind. SH
  • Stranger: Oh. No, yes, I'm very happy to hear that. How come you never did any of that when I would ask you to, hmm? God, you're an idiot. JW
  • Stranger: Not that I care. I don't. JW
  • You: I am not entirely sure why. To honour you, perhaps. SH
  • You: There were a couple of incidents during my first year back. I needed guidance, I suppose. SH
  • Stranger: Oh. Well, we all need time to adjust, I suppose. JW
  • Stranger: [delay] I have to cook dinner, so I'm going to go. Goodnight, Sherlock. JW
  • You: Thank you, John. SH
  • Stranger: Goodnight. JW
  • You: Goodnight. I hope you sleep well. SH
  • Stranger: /Goodnight/. JW
  • Stranger: [five days later]
  • Hal won't shut up about you. Desperate to know who you are, why you contacted him, angry at me for deleting your number from his phone. Am I doing the right thing? Am I right in choosing for him? All I'm trying to do is protect him from what happened, and he hates me for it. What am I meant to do, Sherlock? JW
  • You: [Delay] You are his father. I have no say in this. SH
  • Stranger: That's not an answer to my question. JW
  • You: I am afraid I cannot form an objective opinion on this matter. SH
  • Stranger: /Sherlock/. JW
  • You: What do you want me to say? SH
  • You: That I dream about meeting him and wake up in tears because it wasn't true? SH
  • You: [Delay] I apologise. Ignore that. SH
  • Stranger: Sherlock, I... JW
  • You: I am sorry, John. That was inappropriate. SH
  • Stranger: [Delay] Jesus Christ. Er, I've got the afternoon off work, Hal should be home at fourish. Just... Come over, I suppose. JW
  • I take it you're aware of where we're living. JW
  • You: [Delay] I don't understand. SH
  • You: Why? SH
  • Stranger: Because he wants to know his father and he wants to know who you are, and because you want to meet him more than anything, so... JW
  • Killing two birds with one stone. Well. Three. JW
  • You: [No response]
  • Stranger: So... Will you come? JW
  • You: y SH
  • You: yes SH
  • You: Yes. SH
  • Stranger: Are you alright, Sherlock? JW
  • You: [Delay] soon SH
  • Stranger: We can reschedule for a later date, if you'd want time to collect yourself, or something. JW
  • You: no n SH
  • You: no need. panic attack. SH
  • You: [Delay] I'll be fine. Soon. SH
  • Stranger: Panic attack? Christ, are you alright? JW
  • Stupid question, of course you're not. It'll be fine, Sherlock, you can come and see Hal soon, alright? Calm down, I love you. Calm down, yeah? JW
  • Stranger: No, Christ, I didn't... Sorry. Just calm down. I'll see you later. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will be fine. See you. SH
  • Stranger: Alright. See you later. JW
  • You: [Delay] Is four thirty acceptable? SH
  • Stranger: Absolutely, sounds fine. JW
  • You: Thank you. SH
  • Stranger: It's alright. In hindsight, I suppose it was really selfish of me to hide him from you for so long. I can't imagine what it must have been like, and I'm... I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. JW
  • You: Don't apologise. SH
  • You: You did what you thought was best for Hamish. He is what matters. SH
  • Stranger: I... JW
  • [Delay] Yes. Yeah, he is. JW
  • You: I can only thank you for taking care of him so well. SH
  • Stranger: I did what I could. JW
  • You: [Delay] I will be there soon. SH
  • Stranger: Alright. We'll see you later. JW
  • You: An hour later, Sherlock stood in front of the door to John's building, bag of pastries clutched in a white-knuckled hand. Despite his earlier shower, the attack from earlier had left him feeling cold and clammy. Suppressing a shudder, he bit his tongue as he reached out to ring the doorbell. He had to keep his focus this time. Polite, friendly, well-behaved. He swallowed convulsively, hand twitching against his thigh.
  • Stranger: John had been pacing up and down the hallway of his flat, worrying his lip between his teeth in anxious nerves. Why was he nervous? He had no reason to be. This wasn't about him and Sherlock, this was about Sherlock and Hamish, who seemed perfectly content as he sat on the sofa. And then the doorbell rang, and John tensed up. Hamish leaped up from his seat, his father having told him that the man - Sherlock? Sherlock something... He'd forgotten - was coming to visit them. "I'll get it!" The teen yelped, before dashing down the stairs to the door and swinging it open.
  • You: Sherlock's mouth opened as the door opened, but no sound came out. Hamish. Hamish. Hal /Hal/. He stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, studying the boy. He was so...he was so /tall/. Fifteen...how could he already be fifteen? Having to consciously remind himself to breathe, Sherlock blinked once, twice, before closing his mouth. He swallowed thickly. "Hello," he managed at last, voice rusty.
  • Stranger: Hamish narrowed his eyes at the man. He'd seen him before, he definitely had. Somewhere... Who was he? Having realised he'd been staring and hadn't replied, the teen cleared his throat and took a step back. "Sorry. I... er, come in. Dad's upstairs, Mr...?" Crap, how embarrassing how he'd forgotten the man's surname. He shook his head, flicking his curls from side to side. Curls. Like the man's. No, shut up, brain. "Sorry. Er, Sherlock. Upstairs." He turned and lead the way, pushing a hand through his dark /curls/.
  • You: "I...Sherlock is perfectly fine," he said softly, biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself anchored. Hamish. Hal. Hal, who was already almost taller than John and with dark curls. Hal. God. Sherlock let out a shuddering breath as he held the bannister firmly as he climbed the stairs after Hamish. He could not fuck this up. Blood was rushing in his ears and he could feel his heartbeat everywhere, but he kept it in by pure force of will.
  • Stranger: "Dad!" Hamish called, reaching the top of the stairs after a climb in silence. He had so many questions about what'd happened, but he supposed he shouldn't ask. It appeared that it was a difficult subject for his Dad, and after all, his father was the only reason Sherlock had come, anyway. "Sherlock's here." John had been in the kitchen, still furiously pacing but also making tea, and his head whipped around as he heard Hamish entering the flat, another set of footsteps behind him. "H-Hello..." He said quietly, clearing his throat as Sherlock made himself apparent in the room. He hadn't changed - thirteen years had done him well. Not even the coat was any different, nor scarf, nor hair, nor perfectly icy blue eyes. "Hello. Hi. Sherlock, H-Hal. Hal, Sherlock."
  • You: Sherlock was impossibly torn between Hamish and John, eyes flickering back and forth. Desperate for something to do, he held out the paper bag with fresh pastries. "Hello," he rasped. "I...I brought these. For...for tea." His free hand was curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm. God, he was pathetic.
  • Stranger: Hamish couldn't help but observe the man in front of him. It'd been a habit he'd always had, looking people up and down and deciphering what he could. Collar up, like he was hiding something. Clear discomfort, in his facial expression and in his body language, rigid in place and tense. Nerves? Uncertainty? Clean shaven, but clearly not shaved in a while, manual blade. Showered not long ago, judging by the fall of his hair and the dampness. Late forties, same age as his Dad, around about. But what got Hamish was the hand. The way he curled it into a fist, looking almost painful.
  • Hamish did that, when he was anxious.
  • John cleared his throat and took the bag, smiling gently. "Th-Thank you, Sherlock. Very kind of you. I'll.. Er, I'll set them out. Tea, coffee?"
  • You: Sherlock closed his eyes briefly. He had not had tea in years. "Tea, please." Unconsciously, he reached out to scratch at a pale scar on the inside of his wrist, swallowing. He looked to Hamish. Fifteen, but one year ahead in school at least. Had been up late last night, possibly on the computer. Small callouses on his fingers, indicating....indicating...
  • Sherlock drew in a breath. Hamish played the violin. He cleared his throat, forcing his voice into submission. "I...Can I ask you about your interests?" he asked awkwardly.
  • Stranger: John nodded to the two of them, knowing Hamish would have a tea as well, before smiling sheepishly and heading off to the kitchen. Hamish watched him go, before turning his head to Sherlock. "Ah, of course..." He walked back to the sofa, taking a seat and indicating for the man to do the same. He watched the man scratch at the scar, but made no comment. "Well... I... I play the violin, really. Ever since I was little, don't remember ever starting, just... always. School, I like chemistry? I like science in general, minus physics, which I find dull but necessary..."
  • "He doesn't like the solar system," John called from the kitchen, unable to bite back the comment which made him smile. Hamish rolled his eyes.
  • "It's irrelevant!"
  • You: Blinking desperately to get rid of the lump forming in his throat, Sherlock fought to reply in a level tone. "I...I can do nothing but agree," he managed. "I...I used to play the violin," he offered, looking down at his hands. The callouses on his fingers had disappeared long ago. "I...I am glad you play. Few people do, these days." He swallowed, lifting his gaze hestitantly. "I...I work as a freelance chemistry researcher. If you were to have any questions..." He snapped his mouth shut, realising he had probably overstepped his welcome. "Never mind."
  • Stranger: John paused as he heard through from the kitchen that he didn't play anymore. His hands shook slightly, terrified. Sherlock had stopped playing, and he could only imagine why - because he'd broken the man. He shakily prepared the tea and pastries, and headed back out to the living room.
  • Hamish grinned excitedly. "You do chemistry for a living? That's so cool. I think I want to be a doctor, like Dad. I'm not sure, though. You should play the violin, again. I wouldn't have known, normally people who play have these little callouses on their fingertips? But you don't have any. I checked." He blushed, looking down. "Sorry, I get... A bit carried away. It's embarrassing, I just... I like to read people. Sorry."
  • You: "You don't need to apologise," Sherlock said softly. "I...I understand. Perfectly." Digging his front teeth into his tongue to assure himself that this wasn't yet another dream, he continued. "Medicine is certainly a... an interesting field. Plenty of applied chemistry." He curled a hand around his thigh and clenched hard. It felt as if he were underwater - everything was so surreal. "I am sure you would do...very well."
  • Stranger: Hamish nodded, his smile faltering. Everything the man was saying pointed to what he'd believed the first second he'd opened the door - but it was too strange to even comprehend. He bit his lip, just staring at him. He'd heard his Dad come in, heard him mention the tea and the pastries, but his focus was fixed on Sherlock, because he was certain that he was his "Father...?" All too late, he realised what he'd said, and he clamped his mouth shut, looking down. Shit. Oh, Christ.
  • You: Sherlock flinched, hand flying back to scratch at his wrist. Hamish had...figured it out. Of course he had, with that ability to read people, and Sherlock had just given him more and more clues without asking John for permission and he hadn't meant to, swear to God he hadn't meant to, he was just making polite conversation, which was obviously an idiotic idea, how did he even come up with it, that he, Sherlock Holmes, was going to do small talk, Christ, John was going to be so angry, he was going to lose this one miniscule chance he had been given because of a spectacular cock-up and God, he was so pathetic.
  • Too-fast and too-shallow breaths were passing between his open lips as the room in front of him was beginning to fall out of focus. Christ, no.
B) Wishes

Derek closes his eyes shut tight, and makes a wish before blowing out his candles.

“What did you wish for Dere Bear?” his mom asks as she cuts the cake.

“New ice skates,” Derek replies before digging into his slice. His moms share a smile - that’s exactly what that got his as a present, and they’re glad they can make his wishes come true.

*

“Billy, what are you doing?” William’s dad calls from the back doorway. William jumps up from where he was sitting under the tree in the garden.

“Nothing!” he yells back quickly.

“Well get busy! Your uncle needs help with the lobsters, go do that!” his dad replies, before going back inside.

William sighs, and throws away the dandelion he’d been wishing on. He should have known wishing that he wouldn’t have to help with the lobsters wouldn’t work.

*

“Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight” Nursey whispers. He closes his eyes, and makes a quick wish for his lecturer to like his poem tomorrow.

Nursey opens his eyes to see Dex looking at him disbelievingly.

"What?” he asks defensively.

“You don’t actually make wishes, do you? And, like, believe that’ll work?” Dex asks.

“Of course I do!” Nursey replies as he starts walking back to his dorm again. “Everyone does.”

“Not everyone.” Dex snaps from behind him.

“Of course not,” Nursey snaps back “I forgot, some people don’t believe in nice things”

“Don’t be stupid Nurse.” Dex says “Wishes don’t work. You don’t get things by making wishes on stars, or candles, or flowers, or eyelashes. That dumb little rhyme isn’t going to get you anything!”

“Woah, Dex, chill,” Nursey says, trying to placate his friend. “Its just a wish.”

Dex took a few deep breaths to try calm himself.

“Wishes don’t work Nurse.” Dex said bitterly after a pause “You can’t wish for what you want you know. You have to work for it.”

Nursey stares at him in shock for a moment. As he stares, Dex begins to look more and more uncomfortable. Nursey wants to say something, but he doesn’t know what to say.

“I-Dex? Do you really not make any wishes?” Nursey asks, once he realizes how long they’ve just been standing there. He just can’t process this, its so sad to think none of Dex’s wishes came ever true.

“No.” Dex answers, and if Nursey didn’t know better he’d think he sounded sulky. “Wishes never work, so why bother?” he says with a shrug, like he doesn’t care.

“Wishes can come true.”. Nursey tries.

“Oh yeah? How? Magic?” Dex sneers.

“Well…..yeah!” Nursey says. He doesn’t know what else to say. He’s always believed in magic and wishes. But obviously Dex hasn’t.

“Yeah right” Dex says, rolling his eyes at Nursey.

“Right. And I’ll prove it to you.” Nursey promises.

"Good luck with that” Dex says sarcastically, before turning and heading to his dorm.

Nursey nearly thanks him. He’s going to need all the good luck he can get to prove wishes come true.

*

“I sure WISH I had some pie.” Nursey says loudly as he, Chowder, and Dex enter the kitchen.

“That doesn’t count Nurse.” Dex says, “There’s always pie here.”

Nursey sighs. He’s been trying to prove Dex wrong all week, and it hasn’t been working.

“Okay, but I still wish I was eating some pie right now.” Nursey says. Bitty appears by his side with a slice, and he smiles gratefully.

*

"Why are you rubbing your eye?”

Nursey looked up from where he was tying his shoes to see Dex rubbing at his left eye.

“There’s something in it, and it f*cking hurts.” Dex grumbles, as he rubs at his eye and tries to pack up his gear at the same time.

“Lemme look.” Nursey offers, pulling Dex’s hand away from his face. Dex scowled at him, but there was no anger to it.

“Its an eyelash,” Nursey says, “Blink a few times, it should fall out.”

“Like I didn’t think of that.” Dex says, but blinks rapidly. It falls onto his cheek, and Nursey reaches out to brush it off quickly. He stops with his finger on Dex’s cheek. Dex stares at him, and Nursey feels like the rest of the team, the rest of the world, isn’t there.

“You know, some people make wishes on eyelashes.” Nursey whispers.

“Yeah?” Dex breathes. Nursey nods.

“You gonna make one?” Dex asks him quietly. Nursey closes his eyes to make a quick wish, but barely wishes it before he opens his eyes again to look at Dex.

When he opens them again, Dex is sitting a lot closer.

“Did you a wish?” Dex whispers. Nursey nods.

“Do you think it will come true?” Dex asks him. Nursey nods again.

Dex kisses him quickly, before pulling away with a smile on his face.

“But, it was your eyelash,” Nursey points out. Dex raises one eyebrow at him, confused.

“And?”

“You should make a wish.” Nursey explains “Its your eyelash to wish on”

“It’s okay.” Dex says, before kissing him again. “I don’t need to wish for anything. As long as I have you.” he says hesitantly, as though he’s not sure he has.

“I don’t think either of us need to make wishes anymore so”. Nursey says, before kissing Dex again.

#940: The baby sleeps on his chest.
  • Louis: His team just scored a goal and he should really, really, really be shouting exploits and nearly spilling over his beer but he can't, because he has a baby on his chest, and it's his own. So he does a little happy dance in his head and cups the baby a little tighter to his chest, smoothing his fingers over her barely-there-hair until he's whispering, "I'll take you a game one day, yeah, and you'll be the coolest girl in school and all the guys will be shocked at by how much you know about football and you can kick their as... butts." He doesn't know what he's saying or why he's saying it, but he's all smiles, even up until later when you make grabby hands at the baby so you can put her to bed. "Just a little bit longer, dear," he says with a smirk, indicating towards the spot of the couch by his feet, "Come sit with your husband and future baller." You roll your eyes and he imagines his daughter would have done the same, and you two are so alike, and he loves both of you so much, it's almost insane. The three of you spent the rest of the evening; you giggle and he smiles, and your baby girl sleeps, and it'll be like this for years.
  • Niall: It was your stew that totally threw him off balance. He can be found a half an hour later (after helping you with the dishes, of course, he's not a fucking idiot husband at that) sprawled against the couch, one hand behind the head of his son and the other used to click up and down through the T.V. channels. He's murmuring some words to his son, really just mentioning highlights of the earlier match, knowing he can't respond but hoping that one day where he can comes soon. He drums his fingers lightly against the little one's back to a song he used to sing all the time and he's trying to remember what it was like as a young one for himself. His eyes drift over to where you perch, flipping through one of those sappy novels he can't help but to roll his eyes at, and wonders what it would be like if he had been raised in another way with a lack of love and affection. "Hey, babe," he calls out, and his voice sounds very, very, very far away to him. "I love you." The blood is moving throughout his body and it buzzes all over. He thinks that maybe his son can hear his heartbeat racing, even when he's asleep on him.
  • Liam: He was frantically thinking of songs to sing in his head as his new born screamed his head off and wailed for attention and to be held, please, which he would have said just like his dad with big brown puppy eyes had he known how to talk at a month old. And Liam isn't exactly the best with children (although he's been a pretty good dad thus far, and he's better at holding one than Niall, which says a lot) and the only thing he really knows how to do is sing; so he does, the first few notes of 'Torn', because it fits and it's pretty and it gets his son to close his mouth and stare up at his father with big, bold, loving eyes and Liam swears he's never seen anything more beautiful or delicate. He keeps singing, resting the baby on his chest, lying back slightly until he's more comfortable; and he cradles his son's head, rubbing his fingers over every bald spot and never stopping to do anything but sing. "Love you, buddy," he murmurs, kissing his forehead over and over again until he's sure his lips are there permanently. There is no more crying. Just peace.
  • Zayn: It was her favorite place to lie, right above his abdomen and slightly underneath his heart, her ear resting aloft his heartbeat. She was at peace there; no more waking up screaming at six months old with a fever and coughing fits, her little body shaking all over. Here, she was content, the little bonnet covering her head when she was cold and her dad holding her when she mewled in her sleep, little fingers grappling to hold onto his jacket or sleep shirt. "I don't even know why we still own a crib," you make notice, raising your eyebrows at him in nothing but pure affection, "I am warning you, that if she can't sleep in her own bed when she's older, and would much rather sleep with mum and dad, I'm blaming you, and you'll never hear the end of it." He smiles back at your teasing tone and beckons you closer, keeping a safe hold on the baby so she won't jostle around when he leans up to kiss your nose. "Of course," he replies softly, "But she's going to be okay either way. I'll make sure of it." He looks down at her and brushes his lips over her forehead. "No more bad dreams, huh, babygirl?"
  • Harry: "Sorry, not trying to be rude, but could you keep it down, please? The baby is asleep upstairs." Three weeks after his healthy daughter's birth, he was already thrown into overprotective father mode and was desperately trying to keep the celebration as quiet as it could go without pissing your family off too much. (He didn't want to be seen as the husband that lacked concern for the guests' contentedness, although that is basically who he was, since nothing mattered but you and his baby now.) Either way, he just can't seem to shake off the irritation, and leaves the party after kissing your cheek softly and promising he'd be right back. His body leads him upstairs to the nursery (frilly and pink and bright -- you insisted, and he happily complied because he loves you) and he's cradling his baby girl before he knows it and lounging back on the rocking chair as she curls up delicately on his chest. "Hey, you," he murmurs softly, in a little cooing, baby voice, "Daddy's right here." That's where you find him -- in the exact position -- forty minutes later; and they're both asleep, him holding her protectively.
Now for the fun!!
  • So over the ships pretty sure Rucas is happening now on to the "game changing" news that's going to happen in sweet sixteen! So I'm going to try my hand at predictions! Mind you I'm bad at this stuff so bear with me lol
  • So first what we know
  • ~Everything relies on a decision (so the game changer may not happen)
  • ~Topanga has some say in the decision
  • ~Depending on the decision Cory could potentially not be their teacher anymore
  • ~It has nothing to do with money
  • ~it has nothing to do with school
  • ~there is no threat of them moving back to philly
  • ~ Cory was not offered a better job
  • ~ an opportunity did not present itself to Riley
  • ~Farkle dos not get an early acceptance to college
  • ~the game changer makes Riley Auggie and Maya sad and cry but it in itself isn't necessarily sad...it's actually good
  • ~if it happened it will affect EVERYONE including even Shawn
  • ~ Farkle does not know and his reaction should be particularly interesting
  • ~ someone if not everyone is finally going to "explode"
  • ~no one came out as gay bi etc
  • ~ may seem to the "bird watchers" (wtf is that) that it is good for rucas but in fact it isn't
  • ~ no one dies and we already said the game changer was actually good news so this is like common sense
  • ~no one is pregnant (although that honestly would be like the BIGGEST game changer of all time in my book especially if Riley was pregnant but that's like OVER pushing the envelope lol)
  • ~this game changer could potentially affect Rilaya and it seems not in a good way
  • ~Maya is not moving in with her dad
  • ~If they film the show where the game changer does happen,again, everyone will be affected and they could potentially end the show on this ( if need be i.e. Get canceled)
  • ~if no cancellation again everything will change
  • ~there is the potential to lose someone
  • ~in this episode no one is moving
  • okay so with all of this information to me the most obvious predication is that Cory, Topanga, Riley, and Auggie are potentially moving. Really the only thing that will affect everyone and the very premise of the show itself with these perimeters is them moving. Because really nothing would affect Shawn other than Maya and Katy and let's be honest most of all Cory lol. We know Maya isn't moving to her fathers but still if Maya was the one moving why would Auggie be crying and Topanga have a choice in the matter?
  • -So we know Cory didn't get a new job offer and Riley didn't get a new opportunity. I thought about maybe one of their parents got really sickly and they had to move back to be with them but nahh because of the hint the news is good and they are not moving back to philly. So this kind of only leaves either Auggie getting a new opportunity and them moving for him or Topanga once again getting a new opportunity (and I say once again because there's always something going on with Topanga esp if you watched BMW). Also as far as tying into Topangas say in the matter the girl meets world writers already said sometime in this season Riley and Topanga were going to have a huge fight and this might be the catalyst. Also there was a hint at possibly someone realizing they like another person while being in a relationship because reality has a way of making things clear with the potential of losing someone. Let's all be honest and say we now this has to do with Riley and Farkle. and also it was stated the show if canceled could easily end this way (also hinted that it's common. What's a more common way to end a series than the main character moving away). Now there was mention that no one was moving (In this episode). It was real suspicious how "in this episode" was added to meaning probably the decision hasn't been made yet about the move.
  • Well those are some of my thoughts where and why they are moving is a mystery but it might become clear soon.
  • I got all of these hints from a tumblr user who was at the live taping of the episode. I honestly forgot their username so if anyone knows it please link or something 😁 oh found its "girlmeetsherworld" I don't know how to tag people lol but there is probably more hints on that blog
  • Feel free to let me know yalls ideas
  • UPDATE: it's recommended to watch these BMW episodes "A long walk to Pittsburg 1&2" , "Graduation", Angela's Ashes, "Brave New World 1&2" now I JUST finished binge watching all of BMW so I don't even need to go rewatch but if you haven't watched these episodes then wow it's almost completely obvious lol
  • "A long Walk To Pittsburg 1&2": episode where Topanga MOVES AWAY to Pittsburg because one of her parents got transferred!!!!
  • "Graduation": episode where they graduated high school and everyone was MOVING AWAY to college and on to the next chapter of their lives. Topanga had to make the decision to go to Yale or stay with Cory (she stays with Cory lol)
  • "Angela's Ashes": Angela MOVES AWAY with her father to Europe
  • "Brave New World 1&2": last episodes of BMW everyone is preparing to MOVE AWAY and again on to the next chapter of their lives. Again, Topanga gets a job offer from a law firm in New York (hello gmw lol) and Cory and Shawn MOVE with her there
  • I mean idk how much more blatant could this get and multiple people have said watch these episodes. And can we please talk about how basically ALL of these episodes have some shit to do with Topanga? Perhaps a hint? Even though Angela was the one leaving in Angela's ashes Topanga was the one zooming around and interviewing for the New York job so The episode was about Angela but HIGH KEY Topanga.
  • Lol I'm going to stick with this moving away thing but knowing my luck it's not going to be this because it would have been "too obvious" haha
  • Another Update:
  • So after an interesting message today I'm now like 87% sure that this is happening 🙊
  • So I watched True Maya and Jexica again because those are the recommended GMW episodes to watch and let's just say in this theory I'm missing exactly who is moving (I think Riley and fam but I'm not exactly sure), why they are moving, and where they are moving
  • Let's just say that after watching those episodes I see that at least one of those answers is defiantly hinted at 👀👀
  • A hint: something pertaining to one of those three questions will be mentioned 3 times over both episodes. All of the mentions are different but they all have one thing in common. Another hint, after you watch the episodes and think about it, look back over the recaps of my BMW episodes. It's literally written right there.
  • Okay actually...after some things I realized that basically everything you need is in this theory lol just put it all together. like I said isn't there a common theme in the BMW episodes? And watch the two GMW episodes and think about what I said. All of this should answer who, why, and where (:
First Kiss
  • Ashton: Another party thrown at your house. Another night of your brother dragging you into everything even though all you want to do was leave and find somewhere away from your house where you could read in peace. Not tonight. Never in fact. You are pulled out of your book by your brother calling your name. You look up and see the bottle in the center of the circle pointing at you. "I'm not even playing," you tell your brother. It wasn't a lie. You are sitting on the very edge of the whole party, curled up with a book in your lap and your headphones on, trying to drown everything out. "Rules are rules, sis. And you're at this party. Into the closet you go," he tells you. You start to protest, but he's so much larger than you and just drags you to the closet, shoving you inside. You don't even know who you're in here with. This game was some hellish mixture of Spin-the-Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven, just what you needed. You feel a hand reach out to you, settling on your arm. You jump at the sudden contact. "Hey, hey, relax. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I'm Ashton, by the way," the guy says. Your breath catches in your throat. Your brother had shoved you in here because he knew you had a massive crush on Ash. You stutter out your name and he chuckles. "Figures. Your brother knows I think you're pretty," he tells you. "You think I'm what?" Your voice cracks at the end. "Pretty. I think you're pretty and different. You've always got a book in your hands and your cute little glasses on and you're never actually part of our parties. You just, you fascinate me and I never thought you'd ever speak to anyone, let alone me, and I'm rambling now, so I'll stop." You don't know how to respond to his confession. "Ashton?" you ask, deciding on a response. "Yeah?" he responds. You reach out for him, finding his neck in the dark, pulling him close to your body. He understands and his lips find yours in the dark, your first of many, many, many kisses.
  • Calum: Your head is on his lap as a stupid movie plays in the background. Your best friend is finally back from months on tour and you both are too busy catching up to watch a movie. "So, any new guys I need to beat up?" he asks casually. "Or are you still into that guy you said wouldn't give you the time of day?" You laugh and sigh before saying, "Still into that guy." Calum rolls his eyes and tells you, "Either man up and tell him or let it go. He's definitely too thick. You're great. He'll definitely go for you." You bite your lip, thinking if you should actually take his advice. After all, Calum is the guy you are hung up on. If that's what he'd want, you figure you should do just that. You sit up, facing him on the couch. "Cal, I love you," you say simply. "Love you too," he chuckles. "Do you want to restart the movie? I mean, neither one of us were really watching it." You let out a frustrated groan before saying, "No, Calum, I'm in love with you. You're the guy I'm hung up on." His eyes goes wide as they move to look at you. He swallows hard and whispers, "You're not serious." Your breaths start to become shaky because you're sure you just ruined over ten years of friendship in two sentences. "I'm serious," you say. Without hesitation, his lips crash against yours. You gasp in surprise, giving him an opportunity to slide his tongue between your lips. He pushes you back on the couch as his tongue moves expertly against yours. He's now hovering over you on the couch as your hands run up and down his chest. "I've wanted you to say that for over a year," he whispers against your throat where his lips now rest. You laugh, running one of your hands through his hair. You gasp in surprise when you feel his teeth dig into your skin. "Calum," you breathe out. "You're mine now," he whispers in your ear. "I'm making sure everyone else knows that."
  • Luke: You laugh at Luke attempting to sing in falsetto to the song playing on the radio. He laughs when he hears you laugh. You can't wipe the smile off your face when your laughter dies down. This has been the best first date of your life. A drive-in movie with a beautiful, funny, talent boy who knew to bring Sour Patch Kids and liked cuddling. Dates didn't get much better than that. You, despite your mother always telling you to never, ever, ever kiss on the first date, hope he will kiss you when he drops you off. You know you're falling for this boy, dangerously fast, but you're not going to stop yourself and you're pretty sure he isn't stopping either. When he pulls up to your house, he surprisingly gets out before you and opens your door for you. He walks you to your front step, still making you laugh with his bad jokes. "I had a great time tonight," you tell him as you reach your front porch. "Really? Good, because so did I," Luke tells you. "Can I see you again tomorrow?" You laugh at his eagerness. "Tomorrow? Aren't we rushing things?" He hesitates before he starts rambling, "Do you not want to see me tomorrow? I mean, that's okay if you don't, but I want to see you tomorrow. Hell, I don't want to stop seeing you tonight. You're just really pretty and funny and smart and so damn amazing and I'm not good enough for you, but I just don't care anymore. I really want to kiss you too, but I know I shouldn't since it's only our first date-" You cut him off by grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to your level, your lips connecting with his for the first time. He doesn't hesitate to pull your closer, his hands on your hips. You part when you hear the front door open. Your dad is standing there with a disapproving look. You knew he wouldn't like Luke: skinny jeans, lip piercing, in a band. He was your father's nightmare, but he was your dream that was quickly becoming a reality. "Call me?" you tell him. "Oh, definitely," he smiles at you. He nods and waves awkwardly to your father before retreating to his car, your lips still tingling where they met his.
  • Michael: You are sitting next to Michael, Wii remote in your hands and another in his. "Let's make a bet," he tells you. "You win, I have to do something you want me to do. I win, you have to do something I want you to do." You frown and say, "My clothes are staying on, Clifford." He laughs and says, "I promise. It won't be like that." You sigh and give in, making the deal. It's absolutely no surprise when he completely destroys you in Mario Kart. You're terrible at it anyway, let alone playing Michael, who is pretty much the master of Mario Kart. When he wins, you turn to him and say, "What am I doing, Michael? What terrible thing do I have to eat or tweet?" He sighs as he takes the remote from your hands and sets it on the table with his. "I'm not going to make you doing anything. I'm going to ask," he says. "May I kiss you right now?" Your eyes go wide in shock. "You're actually asking?" you choke out. Michael nods softly and says, "I don't know, okay? I'm bad at this romantic stuff. You just, you mean a lot to me and I don't want to screw this up at all." You can't stop the smile forming across your face as you lean in closer to him before pressing your lips to his, shocking him with how forward you're being. He immediately takes over control of the kiss, but doesn't take it too far. When he pulls away, you pout softly. "What?" he asks you, a chuckle in his voice as he speaks. "Why did you stop?" you reply. "Because I'm an idiot," he sighs before kissing you again. This time he deepens the kiss, making you tangle your fingers in his crazy hair as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his body. "My girlfriend," he mumbles when you finally pull away. "That wasn't a question, but I say yes anyway," you laugh, making him laugh with you.
the mentalist starter sentences
  • "I'm sorry. He irks me. He's irksome."
  • "You're so twisted up in your own dishonesty that you have no idea how to act like a decent human being."
  • "Well, you date pregnant hookers and your dinosaur eats grass!"
  • "I can't imagine waking up knowing that I won't see you."
  • "He stood in my office, looked me in the eye, and lied to me, and I bought it."
  • "You don't give a damn about what I want or need. I am just a convenience for you. You use me. It's all about you."
  • "You're acting cool about stuff I know you can't be cool with."
  • "I wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for you."
  • "You are a terrible liar. I like that in a man."
  • "Even a broken clock gets to be right twice a day."
  • "Knowing what people secretly want is what I do."
  • "So we agree. I won't tell anyone if you don't."
  • "If there's one thing this job kills inside, it's a sense of trust."
  • "I understand you very well. Better than you do yourself."
  • "If I can't live on my terms, I'm in prison anyway."
  • "I'm not going to drop everything just because you decided to come back."
  • "I'm done with that life. I did what I had to do, and I've moved on."
  • "Turns out being understood is an underrated pleasure."
  • "Being sorry is far worse punishment than being dead."
  • "You're exactly the kind of man that does terrible things to women."
  • "Believe me, no matter how this turns out, I've made worse mistakes."
  • "He's either a habitual liar telling the truth, or an honest man lying."
  • "Trying to hide the truth chips away at your spirit."
  • "I didn't steal them. I rescued them from a terrible fate."
  • "You're the poster girl for the NRA."
  • "What's going on with you? Couldn't sit down, can't stay still. Guilt conscience?"
  • "What can I say? I always had a thing for the smart guys."
  • "You clean up very nicely, if you don't mind me saying so."
  • "Oh! You got an owwie."
  • "If there's one thing I can't tolerate, it's cheap imitations of my work."
  • "Three hours of brooding silence and then sarcasm. It's like we're married."
  • "What are you, like, five? A little patience here."
  • "Your taste for bad boys is a sad relic of your childhood mistreatment. No need to pick it back up again."
  • "You know that game that kids play? My dad can beat up your dad? No one ever played that with me."
  • "I have to kill you, but I'm doing it from a place of love."
  • "You look beautiful, like a princess. An angry little princess."
  • "Could've been worse. I could have married him."
  • "You should have gone to jail, you miserable sleazebag."
  • "Okay, you know what. You're a wicked charlatan and you're going to hell."
  • "Planning is easy. Reality's a lot harder."
  • "I was thinking love is strange. Then I was thinking about a sandwich."
  • "That man has the conscience of a mollusk."
  • "You'll be fine. Just don't be yourself."
  • "Really, really dead. Wicked Witch of the West dead."
  • "You recognized my footsteps. That's weird."
  • "You're very invested in this 'man in the iron face' routine, aren't you? I bet I could make you cry like a baby."
  • "I swear sometimes I think you need medication."
  • "I don't even need my gun, I can just hit you with my chair."
  • "I need you to visit me. It's really important, I need to see you. Also a blueberry muffin."
  • "The closest a man should come to touching a fitted sweater is helping a woman out of one."
  • "Are we sleeping together?"
  • "We all have to make hard choices. It doesn't make me evil."
  • "You've got a 'bad news' expression on your face."
  • "Deep down inside, you're a cruel man, aren't you?"
  • "I know, I know. You don't know whether to hug me or hit me."
  • "Don't try to divert me with insults."
  • "I didn't say I never did anything bad. I just never got caught."
  • "He's like you. He's all fierce on the outside and a softy on the inside and he's got this squishy little face."
  • "I just had a thoughtless impulse or an inspired hunch. I'm not sure which yet."
  • "Handcuffs, the latest educational tool."
  • "If you try to question her, or even talk to her, I will hurt you badly."
  • "I've been beaten far worse for a lot less."
  • "If you don't get the bad guy, then what's the point of all this?"
  • "Your temples are pulsing like some weird undersea creature. If that's not anger, you should see a doctor."
  • "She believes, poor soul, in a benevolent universe."
  • "He's like a drunk uncle."
  • "It's not gambling if you know you're going to win."
  • "Hell hath no fury like a slut outflanked."
  • "Will you please eat that like a normal human being and not a sea lion?"
  • "In case you haven't noticed, healing isn't my strong suit."
Preference #116 You're in a secret relationship and it's hard to handle:

Harry:
“Hey!” You greeted Harry as you let him into your flat as quickly as possible. After the door was shut and Harry was safe from any fans or paparazzi that would have been able to spot him, he started to take off his hat, sunglasses, and coat. You giggled at how silly he looked in this disguise considering it was too hot for a coat but to dark for sunglasses. He rolled his eyes as you laughed. “Are you gonna laugh at me every time?” He wondered. “Yes” you replied. Once he had rid of his disguise he gave you a warm hug and a sweet kiss. “Hi” he whispered. You smiled “Hello, you smell like a cinnamon candle” you giggled. “Yeah there’s a few of those at my flat” he explained. “Oh okay, nice.” You said giggling again at his familiar and slightly feminine scent. “Are you gonna laugh at that every time too?” He wondered jokingly. Every time…you thought, the two words spinning around in your head for a bit. “Wait…every time… what do you mean by every time, I mean were gonna tell people soon right? I thought this crazy privacy thing was just temporary.” You say; your smile quickly fading. “Um- well I mean it won’t be forever…just-” “I understand you don’t wanna have your personal life out there for everyone to see, but that fact that I can’t even call you my friend…it sucks Haz. I know you’re used to keeping secrets but I’m not…” you paused “and maybe I don’t wanna just be one of your little secrets” you said, not even thinking before you let the words leave your mouth. Harry looked so shocked, but it was too late to take back what you said. “Are you saying you wanna break up?” he questioned. “I don’t want to but-” “Are you unhappy?” He interrupted. “No Harry! You make me happier than anyone else, but it’s hard, I’ve never been in this kind of relationship and you have to understand that.” You told him. “I do (Y/N) I’m sorry, I shouldn’t expect this to be easy for you…but (Y/N) it won’t be forever, and whether it’s private or public, it won’t change how much I love you” he told you using “the L word” for the first time. “You love me?” You say, a smile creeping on your face. “Yes, (Y/N) I do, and I’m not just saying that to get you to stay. I mean it.” He said pulling you into his arms. You sighed, “Okay, I love you too I’m sorry, I just get a little overwhelmed sometimes” you explain. “It’s okay sweetheart” he said as he pressed a kiss to your head.
Niall:
‘Vinicosta’s? This place is hella expensive!’ you thought to yourself as you pulled up to the restaurant your date had requested. You and Niall had met last week when you accidentally fell into his arms after tripping in a crowded shop. You had never felt better than the way you felt when he was holding you, and he seemed to somehow feel the same way because he had nervously asked you out; an offer you could never decline. “Hey! Its nice to see you again” you smiled as Niall found you waiting in front of the expensive restaurant, he went to hug you then kissed your cheek. “You too (Y/N), you look beautiful” he said, with a bright smile. “Thank you, you look nice too” you told him. With that he took your hand and led you into the restaurant. The restaurant was dimly lit and though you were wearing one of your more formal dresses, the minute you walked into the room you felt underdressed. “I have a reservation under Niall Horan” Niall said. The hostess nodded then led us to a big room that was private from the rest. The menus were electronic, on iPads, and your waitress looked like she was a part time model. “Niall this may be the most fancy restaurant I’ve ever been to. Are you sure we’re gonna be able to afford this, I’m totally cool with pizza” you said half joking half not. “You’re sweet. But don’t worry, I can cover it, love.” He said. 'Love, he called me love’ you thought, your heart doing flips. He’d called you that over text, but the word sounded so perfect as it came from his lips. “You’re not some kind of secret movie star are you?” You laughed jokingly, but Niall’s face remained rather serious. “Look (Y/N), there’s something I should tell you. I wish I didn’t have to tell you, because I know it’s only gonna make things more complicated. But I really like you and I don’t wanna start this relationship with a lie…” He rambled on. “What is it Niall? You’re scaring me…just tell me” you said placing a reassuring hand on top of his. “I-I’m in a band, a boy-band called One Direction. It’s pretty popular so…” “So… You’re um famous” you said in shock. He nodded. You looked around at the separated room you were sitting in away from the guest. “So it’s- I mean you- th- that’s how you can afford to eat here…and that’s why we’re in this separate room? So people don’t see you?” you wondered, it all making sense to you now. “Yeah…does that freak you out, because if we’re going to be in a relationship, there may be a lot of secret meetings and private dates between us, but I don’t want you to see me as a famous celebrity I’m still-” “You’re still the sweetheart that caught me when I fell and last week” you finished his sentence. He smiled “Right, So are you okay with this?”. It made you happy that Niall even envisioned you two moving forward passed a first date to have secret meetings and private dates. You thought hard before responding. “I really appreciate you telling me this…It does kinda freak me out, but I really like you too, and I think its worth a shot”
Liam:
“Okay Li, I think I should head home before I fall asleep.” You told him as you were ready to leave his flat. “Okay baby, drive safe” he said as he hugged you, kissed the top of your head, then your lips. “You have to leave through the back door” He reminded you, but you already knew that, you knew it all too well. “I know” you said smiling slightly. Leaving through the back door lead straight to your car, rather than through the front door which lead to the main street where paparazzi and fans could see you leaving Liam’s flat and start to wonder. “I love you” he said with a smile as he started to open the door for you. “Yeah you too” you sighed quietly. “(Y/N)?” “Yes Liam?” you wondered. “What’s wrong? And don’t even think about saying nothing, because I know somethings wrong.”. You sighed again. “You know Liam, you’re right something is wrong. What’s wrong is the fact that it’s almost our 6 month anniversary and I still have to sneak through the back door just to watch Netflix with you. I do love you, a lot , but it’s really hard having to keep so much inside of me. I can’t even tell my best friend that I have a boyfriend and that sucks” “I understand and I’m sorry…” He trailed off, having nothing left to say. “But you can’t just say that every time Liam. I don’t know if I can…if I can do this” you said, your voice now a hushed whisper. “(Y/N) no, please don’t end it like this, you know it’s not my decision, management doesn’t want me to-” he said as he held your hands in his. “I know” you interrupted, “but…” “(Y/N) please just let me talk to Paul, tomorrow I’ll talk to him. Please just don’t leave me, I love you” he said, his voice shaking. Tears started to slip down your face. He should have talked to Paul ages ago; it was only when you threatened to leave that he was actually gaining the confidence to do it. “Let’s just take a break, and when you sort things out with management, call me” you said. You placed a kiss on his cheek and left before he could convince you to stay.
Louis:
“Louis, what would happen if people found out about us?” you wondered out loud. He looked at you, confused, considering you were talking about gummy bears previously. “Well that was random” Louis said, chucking slightly. “Don’t avoid my question Louis” you warned. “I’m not- just what exactly made you think of that?” he wondered. He definitely was avoiding the question. “Well I mean, we’re cuddling in your bed, and it made me think of how much I love you, and that made me think of the other people I love, like my family and my friends from home. I have these thoughts a lot and it makes me sad that you can’t go to my family reunions and meet my crazy uncle, or my sweet grandma who I know would love you and offer to make you cookies, or my older guy cousins who you would really get along with, or my little niece who’s only 3 years o-” “(Y/N),” Louis interrupted, a shameful look on his face.You sat up on the bed, so Louis did too. “No Louis let me finish. My best friend, you’ve never met her either she’s like a sister to me. My best friends boyfriend you haven’t met him, so you don’t know how cute they are together. Or how they can make anyone feel like a third wheel. You’ve never met my friends, you’ve never seen me with them, or how I act when I’m around them. You’ve never seen where I grew up or the people I’ve grown up with, these people that I love so much…and you don’t even know their names” you said, tears now spilling from your eyes. “I don’t mean to make you feel guilty, but it just makes me really sad that you haven’t met such great people and that I don’t even know if you ever will.” you cried out. “Hey hey, (Y/N) Shhh, I will baby” Louis said, holding you closer and trying to calm you down. “When?! When!? At our wedding? Meeting my Dad for the first time as he lets go of my arm after he walks me down the isle? yeah that would be great Louis?” you said sarcastically. You knew you were exaggerating but all that you were saying had to be said. “(Y/N) you know that I’ve been trying to meet your parents! You know how busy my schedule is, I barely have time!” he tells you. “Yeah well maybe you don’t have enough time for me” you said starting to pull away from his embrace. “Wait (Y/N) Please I didn’t mean it like that…I’m sorry. Please come here.” You were reluctant but you never could say no to his hugs so you again wrapped yourself around him. “I’m sorry (Y/N) I know this is hard, you don’t deserve this. You deserve more than me. You deserve someone who can meet your friends and family; your loved ones. I don’t want us to break up b-but If you want to find that someone and leave me, I-I understand.” he said. You couldn’t believe the words he was saying. “But Louis there is no one else I’d want my family an friends to meet” you admitted. “Theres no one else who would like my crazy uncle, no one else my grandma would bake cookies for, no one else my cousins would get along with like they would with you because I love you, louis.” you told him, tears still falling from your eyes and his too. He kissed you. He kissed you with more passion and meaning than ever before. “I love you (Y/N), I’m not sure about a family reunion yet, but I can start with your parents; baby steps.” he said. “Baby steps.” you agreed, before kissing him once more.
Zayn:
You were and Zayn were in a relationship but you were not together. You were in the same country, the same city, the same coffee shop, on the same day, at the same time…but you were not together. You sat near the window while he sat near the back of the cafe. 'You look beautiful today.’ Zayn texted you. You looked over to him and smiled. 'Thank you xx -How are you?’ You answered, now waiting for his response. This was as close as you ever got to going on a date, in public. Sure he’d been to your place a few times, but it was only at night when it was dark and fans and paparazzi were unlike likely to spot him. Sure he had ordered flowers and had them sent to you, but he never got a chance to see your face light up when you got them. And sure, you were in the same place having coffee, but you weren’t together; not really. 'Idk I’m okay I guess’ you replied. 'Just okay? What would make it better?’ 'Honestly? If we didn’t have to this’ 'Do what?’ He wondered but he already knew. 'Text each other from across the same room on our “date”’ 'I’m sorry, you understand why though right? If the fans found out they would tear you apart. We can’t be public’ You sighed and put you head in your hands, tears threatening to slip from your eyes. 'Please don’t be mad’ he texted you, though you hadn’t responded to the previous one yet. 'Im not mad I’m just…it’s really hard, not even being able to tell my family about you.’ You knew he was just trying to protect you but you were strong, you could handle the hate. And even if you weren’t strong enough you had your friends, family and Zayn to support you right? 'Im sorry sweetheart I wish it wasn’t like this’ 'It doesn’t have to be Zayn!’ You wanted to yell. 'Im sorry’ he said again. 'The more you say that, the less meaningful it becomes’ and with that you left the cafe, unsure if you wanted him to chase after you or not.

PART TWO: http://i-write-1d-preferences.tumblr.com/post/101497639981/preference-117-youre-in-a-secret-relationship

A/N: Definitely one of my favorite prefs I’ve written! Thanks to the anon who requested it! btw, REQUESTS ARE OPEN NOW! YAY! I love you xx -Alayna

Naruto was joking I.E Naruto is a clown (Wall text)

This is based on some observations I’ve had.

The first time I saw the “Naruto was joking” slogan it was posted on Naruto forum initially by a certain type of SS/Anti NS shipper(s) By that I mean folk who generally debate against NS + seem to be huge Sasuke fans + claim to be Sakura fans + at times phony pairing peace advocates + are Naruto haters who barely care about NH beyond the fact that it helps SS.

At the time I thought “yeah that’s crazy” from my perspective said poster(s) was/were historically Naruto haters, not the kind who overtly tackled the character with fair criticisms but the kind who thought they were being coy with their hate. The totality of their overall posting history implies that Naruto being “SS’s biggest supporter” is the only redeeming thing about him.

My point is it seemed to me to be something out of the mouth(s) of the typical pairing fangirl-troll combination. Its something a person who didn’t like Naruto (in the context of being a hardcore Sasuke/Uchiha tard) would say.

Now I find it strange when Naruto fans parrot “rah comic relief, rah comic relief” as if it doesn’t imply certain things about the character. I really don’t know who slogan-ed the comic relief angle first but I truly doubt said person was pro-Naruto or thought about what they were implying. What I’m talking about goes a step further than just disregarding Naruto’s feelings.

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Ficlet: Safe and Sound

Pairing: Barry/Iris

Rating: G

Word count: 940

Summary: I wrote a fluffy ficlet about all of the times Iris has comforted and cared for Barry throughout their lives. I was inspired by hiddles-mayne and their beautiful illustration of Iris comforting Barry.

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Seeing Barry cry was always hard for Iris. She always tried to comfort him as best she knew how.

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Preference- You Have a Breakdown/Panic Attack and Need Him
  • Louis: Your fingers drum nervously on the seat beside you as the taxicab winds it's way through New York City to the hotel Louis and the boys are currently staying at. He left for tour two months ago, and, after realizing you had an unexpected school break, you decided to fly out and surprise him. Excitement fluttered in your stomach when the driver finally pulls into the parking lot, but it quickly turns to fear at the sight of all the paps and fans out front. You had never been good in crowds, and you typically avoided them unless Louis was with you. Sliding on your sunglasses, you pay the driver and get out, hoping no one will recognize you as you start walking to the entrance. However, that hope is useless, because before you can even take two steps, you are surrounded by cameras, microphones, and teenage girls yelling your name. Your heart thudded in your chest, hands sweating as you try to push past them, but they are relentless. After five minutes of this, you start to get dizzy, and you swear you're about to vomit or pass out soon, so you take out your phone, pressing the first speed dial, and Louis picks up after the first ring. "Hi, love. How're you? Wait, what's all that noise?" You explain it to him, choking words past the lump in your throat, "I-I wanted to surprise you, and I'm outside your hotel, but there's so many people here and I can't get through." "Oh, love. Hold on, okay? I'll be right there." And he is, mere minutes later he's folding you into his arms, whispering in your ear. "(Y/N), babe, I got you, alright? You're fine, deep breaths. Lets go inside, yeah?"
  • Niall: You hurry inside the huge studio building, your heels clacking on the floor as you rush through the door. You had woken up late today on account of forgetting to set your alarm, and now you were close to being late for your internship. Normally, because of your claustrophobia, you would take the stairs, but you just didn't have time for that this morning. You step into the empty lift, chanting to yourself to stay calm. The doors are just closing before a hand sticks out, opening them again. A blonde guy with sparkling blue eyes and a guitar strapped to his back steps inside, nodding at you as the lift begins to rise. All of a sudden, the lift comes to a shuddering stop, the normal lights going out and the emergency ones flashing on. "No, no, no," you mutter, heart racing as the blonde boy looks at you curiously. A few minutes later, you're still stuck, and a crackly voice through the intercom said it might be twenty minutes before you could get out. You slide down to the floor, gripping at your hair as loud gasps leave your mouth. "Hey, are you okay?" The boy asks, crouching down next to you and you shake your head, stammering, "Claus-claustrophobia." The boy takes both of your hands in his, rubbing gentle circles into the backs. "Love, it'll be okay, I promise. I'm Niall, by the way, and you are?" You give him your name, feeling yourself calming down slightly, and he pulls his guitar out of its case and sets it on his lap. "Just don't think about it, (Y/N), alright? What's your favorite song?" Niall soon started playing, and he played song after song until the doors finally opened again twenty-three minutes later. "Can I tell ya something?" Niall asks as you walk out of the small compartment, and you look over at him, nodding your head. "I'm actually, a bit claustrophobic myself." "Really? You acted so calm in there..." You reply, and Niall smiles. "I was just too focused on making sure the beautiful girl next to me was alright, I guess. Would you perhaps wanna go to dinner sometime?"
  • Harry: Your hands shake violently as you pace back and forth in the small bathroom, the minutes passing by agonizingly slow. Finally, the timer dings, and you hesitantly go over to the counter, taking a deep breath before flipping over the pregnancy test. Positive. It slips from your hands, clattering loudly on the tiled floor, making you jump. Your heart raced as a million and one thoughts ran through your head. You couldn't be pregnant; you were only nineteen, and Harry was twenty. You were too young, you knew Harry wouldn't want this baby, and you knew you wouldn't be able to kill it, but the thought of being a single mother terrified you. Plus the fans-- "Love? What's wrong?" Harry cuts off your thoughts, cupping your face in his hands. You shake your head, not being able to talk. "(Y/N)? Please talk to me, you're scaring me," he continues, and you motion to the test lying in on the floor. His mouth drops open, forming a small 'o'. "You're-- you're pregnant?" You nod, not meeting his eyes. "Then-- then what's the problem, love, do you-- do you not want it?" Harry asks in a broken voice, and a sob escapes your mouth. "Harry, we're not-- we're not ready for this, I'm only nineteen, I can't be a mummy yet. You're never here either, I'm going to be a single mum, I haven't even finished school yet, how am I supposed to raise a baby?" You ramble, tears flowing down your cheeks. Harry starts to say something, but you just talk over him. "And--and the fans, God, they're going to hate me, we're not even married and we're going to have a baby, the press is going to tear you apart, Harry, I'm so sorry. I should've been more careful, I'm so, so--" Suddenly, Harry's lips are on yours, gently yet passionately kissing you. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours, locking eyes with you. "Listen to me. The fans, the paps, the media, they don't matter. Their opinions don't matter at all. Are you happy?" You tentatively nod your head, and Harry grins. "Good. I am too. We are young, yes, but I know we are ready for this. I can love you and this baby so much, I know it. I'll tell my managers and whoever else I need to tell, and they'll understand, they'll give me more time off. I won't let you raise this baby alone, okay?"
  • Liam: You hum to yourself as you tap your pen on your desk, concentrating on your work. You worked at a very wealthy bank as an accountant, and you loved it. You even had your own small office. Suddenly, the peaceful work atmosphere is shattered by harsh yelling coming from the main lobby. "Where's the money at?! If you don't tell me, I'll detonate this bomb!" Your eyes grow wide, and you tiptoe over to the door, peeking out to see your worst nightmare coming to life. A large, masked man stands at the front desk, the barrel of a gun pressed to the bank teller's head. You gasp, stumbling over to the desk and grabbing your phone, dialing Liam. "(Y/N)? What's up, babe?" A few tears slip down your face as you whisper into the phone. "Th-there's a man with a gun here, and he's threatening to blow up the place. Liam, I'm so scared." Three loud gunshots ring through the building, cutting Liam off, and you gasp, your breaths coming out in short bursts. "Oh, my god, Liam, he's shooting, if I don't make it, j-just know that I love--" "No. Stop right there. You're going to be fine. There's a window in your office, right?" You stutter out a yes. "Good. Go out the window, and find some bushes, and hide there. Don't try to run, because they probably have people surrounding the place." "O-okay," you tell him, quietly following his orders and slipping out of the window, sitting behind some shrubs and pulling your knees to your chest. "Love, I'm going to hang up now so I can call the police, alright? Don't move." You nod, telling him you love him before the line goes dead. You curl into yourself, burying your head in your knees as you shake violently. You don't know how much time has passed before the wailing of police sirens cuts through the air, followed by loud yells, but you remain still, Liam's words still echoing in your head, "Don't move." You sob, too scared to think straight when you hear footsteps approaching you. You don't look up, and soon a shadow looms over your body, followed by a gentle, familiar touch through your hair. "(Y/N)? It's Liam." You fling yourself into his arms, clutching onto him tightly as you continue to cry. "It's alright, love, it's okay. You're safe, he's gone. Just try to calm down for me, take some deep breaths," he strokes his fingers through your hair, pressing quick kisses to your temple, and before you know it, your breathing returns to normal.
  • Zayn: It's 2:48 in the morning when you get the call from the hospital, the one saying that your dad didn't make through the operation. He had been in a car accident the previous morning, and though you had been warned it was very unlikely for him to survive, it could not of prepared you for the call. It felt like a sack of bricks had hit your chest, knocking all of the breath right of you. You wrap your arms around yourself, just wanting Zayn's comfort, but he's halfway across the world right now. It's so quiet in the bedroom, too quiet, and when you finally get your breath back, you scream, loudly, slamming your fists on the bed sheet. A mixture of screams and sobs escapes your mouth for the next several minutes, and you jus feel so alone right now. "(Y/N)?" A soft voice comes from the doorway, and you snap your head up to see Zayn, dark bags under his eyes and a suitcase in his tattooed arms. You don't even wonder what he's doing there, you spring up from the bed and pull yourself into his arms, sobbing into his chest. "He's gone, Zayn, gone." His gentle hands run up and down your back, his chin resting on the top of your head. "I know, love, I know. Your sister called me yesterday. I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner." You shake your head, whispering, "I didn't even get to tell him goodbye, Zayn." "Let it all out, (Y/N). I've got you. Cry as much as you want, I don't mind at all."