Because it’s always Freud - hOW could I not see this
You guys. TFP is a terrible episode. None of it makes sense. That’s because none of it is real. It’s supposed to be read as a metaphor.
OK, hear me out. It’s been established in the series, up to this point, that Mycroft acts as Sherlock’s super-ego. He stands for absolute, cold reason - in Sherlock’s head, that is; in reality, he’s an emotional crybaby. In TSoT, Sherlock had to “defeat” Mycroft in his mind palace - “not you, not you, YOU” - in order to let himself go and love John.
Now. Following the Freudian metaphor, Eurus is no doubt the id, which would make Sherlock the ego. There had to be three of them, after all. Sherlock, following a childhood trauma (I think he’s responsible, somehow, for the death of Redbeard - that much might as well be true), has repressed this raw, instinctual, potentially destructive part of himself. He has, metaphorically, locked it in an underground asilum: “the roads we walk have demons beneath, and yours have been waiting for a very long time.”
We all thought that Sherlock had to give up some of his cold reason to love John, and he did, but that wasn’t the final problem - Sherlock had to face his instincts, had to communicate with them, hear what they had to say. We can all agree that, if interpreted realistically, the scene where he hugs Eurus is cheesy af - but he’s not hugging his mad sister, he’s embracing a part of him that he thought he could lock up and forget.
Eurus is also the part of him that’s irrational enough to be attracted to Moriarty - she stands for his dark side. Just as in TAB Sherlock dreams of Moriarty performing fellatio on a gun, Eurus has that weird glass-sex with Moriarty in TFP. The glass that used to separate Sherlock from his instincts, by the way, is called “elephant” - but the elephant hasn’t been there for a while, that is, since Sherlock accepted his love for John. This happened somewhere between S3 and TAB, I believe. This has allowed “Eurus” to come out and start shooting people.
Eurus is Sherlock. It is not by chance that the “I’m you / you’re me / me or you” thing has been a motif since the second season. When Sherlock sees her, she is a weird combination of Sherlock himself and John - suicidal, clever, walks with a cane - and that is because 1) Sherlock and John have become one inseparable being at this point and 2) because Sherlock does identify with John on some level - remember the “I’m you, aren’t I?” of TSoT?
ALSO, ALSO. TST ends just before Eurus appears - we’ve seen her as the girl on the bus, but I think that’s just Sherlock projecting - and ends with Sherlock in therapy. Couldn’t this whole Eurus thing be Sherlock trying to figure himself out? Perhaps creating characters to materialize different parts of himself as therapy? Sherlock has to save John Watson from Sherlock, and he does. Now that he’s come to terms with both his id and his super-ego, he can actually have a constructive relationship and be a complete human being - a “good man.”
All Moffat and Gatiss have to do is to reveal that it was, in fact, all in Sherlock’s head - but no less valid in terms of character development.
[@drumsinheaven because I texted you all of this screaming]
sexual tension and love and all is good but olicity needs a lot more to reconcile. what are your thoughts on that?
Oh you’re right, anon.
Felicity told Oliver when she left him that he tended to revert back to his island way of going alone when things got rough. Oliver had been full of guilt and Felicity had been full of pain, and though they’d talked, they hadn’t talked.
They haven’t had catharsis. They need that. We need that.
I need them to fight the fuck out. (I’m going to go One Tree Hill on your ass, so bear with me). It would be like this (in my head):
Oliver would be
And Felicity would take a deep breath and crack a joke and change the topic. For once though, Oliver would persist. Because they need to hash it out. The conundrum they’re in is not healthy for either of them, swinging between a rock and a hard place.
Oliver would push and push and then Felicity would snap. Oh, she’d snap gloriously, laying it all out on the line completely, bare to him
They would hash it all out, completely and yell or whisper or just plain shake each other but they would LAY IT OUT
(I swear i got chills when i saw this scene for the first time)
That was the crux of the matter. Oliver didn’t share with Felicity. Oliver didn’t let her in. And he’s trying. Trying harder.
He tells her that. He tells her.
It’s raw. It’s unrefined. It’s real.
But she isn’t ready for the risk, not again, not so soon. Her heart is bruised and she isn’t ready.
But he can wait. He will wait for eternity if there was even a glimmer of possibility for them because for him, she is it.
And then, after that whole cathartic talk, would they be on the road back to each other. That doesn’t mean they’ll reconcile suddenly. It’s a long road, and it should take its own sweet time when the destination is forever.
But this is how they get on the path.
Because after all,
I don’t care if they take thirty minutes or five. I don’t care if they yell or whisper, scream or murmur. I don’t care if they cry like lovers or joke like friends.
I just need them to talk the fuck out of this conversation.
It was a warm day in Chicago, everyone was outside, even Ryan. He heard that few of his friends were coming to Chicago, Ryan was excited, but also nervous at the same time. Friends, that were coming to Chicago are Luke, Jonathan, Bryce and Evan, they always cared about Ryan, but sometimes they would get a little too flirty with him, but he didn’t care about that. “Maybe I should go to a café to wait for them, I just need to give the name of it and they should find it”, Ryan said to himself.
“I’m so excited! We get to see Ryan for the first time!”, Bryce said in excitement while the olders laughed to his excitement. “Bryce, I know you’re excited, because we all are excited”, Luke said. Luke was really excited too, because he mostly played Rainbow Six: Siege with Ryan. “I’m going to guess that Ryan is really fucking hot”, Jon said after Luke. “Like, none of us has seen his face, and we’re the first ones to see him, so there’s a really good point to be excited” “I agree with Jon”, Evan finally spoke. “If Ryan really is hot, then I’m going to fuck him until he can’t walk” Luke laughed, while Evan was talking about fucking Ryan and soon enough, Jon said out of nowhere: “You’re not going to fuck him if I get to him first”. All of them fell silent, “Really Jon? I will definitely get first to Ryan, and then I’m going to fuck him”, Bryce said to Jon. They were arguing until their phones let out noises, it was a text from Ryan saying that he’s waiting for them in a café, luckily he also gave the name so the guys can find him. “Alright! To the café!”, Evan said nearly yelling. The others laughed, then nodded.
Ryan was waiting for the others about 30 minutes, he was ready to leave until he saw four tall figures, he recognised them, and walked to them. “What took you guys so long? I was waiting for like about 30 minutes” “Sorry, we got into a traffic and waited until it was safe to cross the road”, Evan said to Ryan while the others nodded. All of them had a little blush on their faces when they saw Ryan, one thing that caught their eyes were Ryan’s hazel eyes. They looked like that they would sparkle in the dark, “Ryan, you have fucking good eyes”, Luke said without thinking. “Uhm… thank you, I guess”, Ryan answered back, he was also blushing. “Should we go to your place?” “Sure, it will get hot in here if we just stand still”, Jon laughed to what Ryan said, he had to admit that he was pretty hot.
After they got to Ryan’s place, Buddy ran straight to the visitors, “Hi little doggy, how are you?”, Bryce said to Buddy and he barked once as to answer. “He’s name is Buddy, I have had him now about for 10 years” “And his still in a good shape, you’ve taken care of him really good. I’m actually pretty impressed how he isn’t dead yet”, Evan said to Ryan while petting the dog. Ryan just rolled his eyes, but was happy that his best friend wasn’t dead yet, and again out of nowhere: “You should’ve told us that you’re fucking hot”, Jon said, without thinking. Ryan was blushing really hard, that it was almost visible, “Uhm… I… you see, I don’t like to talk about myself” “Mhmm~”, Ryan felt like he didn’t want to talk to Jon anymore. “Well, I think that I should make food for you. You all might be very hungry” “I like that idea, we all are pretty hungry”, Evan answered, he actually wasn’t that hungry, because he lived the closest to Chicago.
In the evening everything was okay until Jon made his move: “Hey Ryan, you know, we would be beautiful together~” “Uhhhh… possibly… I don’t know…” “Jon, what the fuck are you talking about?”, Luke asked Jon, “Jon, are you sure that you’re not drunk?”, Bryce asked after Luke. Evan soon joined them, “Jon, I’m pretty sure that me and Ryan would look beautiful together” “And what makes you say that?” “I live in Canada, and Canada isn’t that far away from Chicago” “Still, I don’t fucking trust you taking care of him” “Guys, please stop fighting, isn’t it obvious that me and Ryan would be great together” “Shut up, Bryce, I would be much better to him than you” “Oh yeah, you sure?” “Okay guys, seriously, I would be great to Ryan”, they all were arguing about who would be great to Ryan, and that gave him a headache. “Guys, listen to me, I like my life, even without the love of my life, I like living with my dog, it’s less stressful than living with another person”, everyone fell silent, they apologised many times. But in everyones mind they could hear themselves saying “Ryan will be mine”
This was short, I apologise for that, but hopefully you like it. The test write actually ended up being a prologue to my story, so have fun reading this really short prologue. I will write more when I have enough time :)
i hereby request a 10 things i hate about you paintball scene drabble based on the picture of faye you reblogged earlier! please and thank!
Your wish is my command! :)
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
I rubbed at my sleepy eyes as I peered over at a very
excited looking Harry. I narrowed my eyes at him as I yawned. “I hope you’re
not making a reference to your morning wood. Because that’s hardly a surprise
Request: Please write an
imagine about being old friends with Jax and Opie and finally coming back to
Charming and bumping into the club. Also the reader catches the eye of Opie by
wearing tight jeans and knee high boots and having a killer attitude.
I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time with this writer’s block.
year in high school. Opie and Jax had made it so far, but they were more excited about the prospect’s kuttes they just had got. They had been living around SAMCRO since they were babies and people were expecting them to take their
places at the table. Girls at school seemed to be excited to, glancing and
giggling at the two new bikers in town. However, one of them couldn’t care less
about the leather and patches. Their best friend, Y/N, was barely talking to them, so Jax decided to ask her what was going on.
she must be pissed off”, Opie grunted as they walked in the library, a place
where they could always find Y/N, “A good girl like her doesn’t want to walk
with bikers, soon to be criminals”
Jax hissed, looking through the bookshelves, “She know us since forever! Y/N knows who we are, what our old men do and she still is our best
she found out you’ve always wanted to get in her pants”, Opie shrugged and Jax
smacked the back of his neck.
you sure I am the one trying to do that Winston?”, his best friend raised an
eyebrow as Opie blushed. Y/N was beautiful, a sweet girl and that’s exactly why
they would never work together. Club wasn’t a place for her and Opie was
determined to do good as a prospect.
found Y/N in an isolated place on the library, a book on her lap. However,
she didn’t have her nose buried in it, she was looking at the sky through the
window close to her, lost in her own mind. She jumped when they sat in front of
her. Opie watched Y/N closely and noticed her eyes were red, she had been
Jax smirked, cocky as always, “Can we talk Y/N?”
what?”, she creased her brow, carefully looking at the boys.
we do something wrong?”, his friend blurted, as Opie continued to study Y/N’s expression, “You haven’t been talking with us lately. Actually, you seem to be hiding from us”
eyes widened for a second before she sigh and look down. Opie looked at Jax,
who shrugged and reached for her hand. Y/N pulled it back, straightening on her
leaving Charming”, she blurted, “My parents are getting divorced. Dad cheated and mom is moving
to another town, I’m going with her”
for the first time Opie saw Jax Teller speechless, “Is there anything we can
Y/N whispered and gathered her things, “It was nice to meet you guys”
was devastated, Opie could see, but he knew there was nothing he could do to
make it better. He could hug her and tell he liked her, but it would be worse.
She was leaving Charming and he would be a Son, they couldn’t be farther from
each other than this.
had got the patches after one year as prospects, and now, years later, Opie
knew his best friend was going to be SAMCRO’s vice president. His father was
tired, getting sick and didn’t want to be in the place anymore. Opie was proud of
Jax and ready to be his right hand. The club had always been his life, though
Opie always had wanted a family too. Girls had always been around, but none of them was
special enough. He still was looking for the one and only.
was early in the morning and Opie was outside the clubhouse, smoking, before go to work on TM.
Gemma’s car entered the parking and she walked towards him, instead of
going to her office.
you remember Y/N Y/L/N?”, Gemma asked. Opie froze, his hand stopping half way
to his mouth. He hadn’t heard that name in years.
he swallowed, blinking, “She was our friend, me and Jax. What about her?”
she shrugged, not looking or sounding convincing, “He father just died and I
was wondering if you guys remembered her, you used to be so close”
moved from Charming years ago Gem”, Opie bit his lip, “We haven’t talked with or about
her since then”
right”, she waved, pursing her lips, “Well, I’m going to work. See you
walked to her office and Opie finished his cigarette, his mind wandering back
to Y/N. He still remembered her, the sweet smile, kindness, cleverness and
beauty. Y/N had been his crush in high school, that girl he never had the
courage to ask out on a date, but always had imagined how it would be. The circumstances
that made her leave Charming were sad and how she just stopped talking to him
and Jax was even worse; maybe they could have convinced her to stay and finish
high school with them, supported their friend.
heard a bike and soon Jax was parking his Harley, hopping out of it and walking
towards Opie. “Did you hear?”, his friend blurted, sitting by Opie’s side at
the picnic table.
Y/N’s father?”, he glanced at Jax, “Your mother just
I swear it took me a while to remember her”, Jax admitted and then, looked at
his brother, “Do you think she will come to the funeral?”
“It’s her father Jax”, Opie got up, intending to start working, “I think she will”
would be in the next day’s afternoon. Opie and Jax drove to the cemetery
and watched it from afar. They knew many people there, but no sign of Y/N. When
they got back at TM, their brothers were gather at the garage doors, around a
so special about this Harley guys?”, Jax scoffed as they got closer.
the bike lads”, Chibs smirked, “But its owner”
she comes”, Tig grinned before they could ask who owned the bike. Opie turned
around to see who was coming and saw a woman leaving Gemma’s office. She was
wearing tight jeans that embraced her body perfectly and knee high leather
boots. She looked like a biker’s old lady and Chibs was right, a girl riding
a Harley wasn’t something you see everyday.
was wondering when I would see you guys”, the woman smirked, taking off her
sunglasses, “Hello Winston…Teller”
Jax exclaimed, but Opie couldn’t see his expression, all he had in mind was
Y/N. She definitely had changed.
be so surprised Teller”, she laughed and turned to Chibs, “I already signed the
papers. When my bike will be ready?”
start working on it”, the Scotsman answered, “As soon as possible lass”
Y/N smiled, “Gemma has my number. Call me when it’s ready”
looked at Jax and Opie again and walked away as they followed her. Opie
still couldn’t speak, it was a great surprise to see her again and how
different she was, nothing like the quiet girl he had met at school.
sorry about your father Y/N”, Jax spoke first and she gave him a weak smile,
nodding her head, “We just got back from the funeral, we thought you would be
I intended to”, Y/N sighed, playing with the sunglasses on her hands, “Our
relationship wasn’t good, but he was my father. Well, I had some troubles on
the road and I was almost at Charming when my bike practically died. Lucky me I
still had TM number on my phone”
long are you staying?”, Opie blurted, making both, Jax and Y/N look at him. Her
eyes softened for a moment and then she smirked.
don’t know Winston”, Y/N shrugged, “I’ll visit my father’s grave and someone
will read the testament next week, maybe. I got time, since I don’t have
a job, not anymore… Anyway… Good to see you boys, I have to go now”
Opie called when she turned her back on them, “I can give you a ride”
accepted his offer, hopping onto his bike and holding him as they rode through
town. He was surprised when she said her father’s address, but it made sense;
she had a house there, no reason to spend money staying in a hotel.
you Winston”, she handed the helmet back to him, smoothing her hair down, then
she smiled, “It was a nice ride”
welcome”, Opie looked at her, Y/N’s eyebrow raised as she stood still under his
gaze, “Your father’s business will be yours now, right? You could stay in
Charming, since you don’t have a job anymore”. He didn’t know what he was
thinking, he was rambling, her presence messing with his senses, “I
mean…It’s just something that occurred to me, while…”
don’t know Opie”, Y/N rested her hand over the handlebars, using his name for the
first time. She leaned closer, licking her lips, “Is there something else that Charming could offer me?”, All he could do was stare at her lips. Y/N grinned
and straightened, winking at him, “Thanks for the ride Winston. See you around”
bike needed new pieces, fix it took longer than what Chibs had imagined. She
had stopped by TM to see the progress on her Harley and stayed for a drink
at the clubhouse. Tig and Chibs were trying to tell a joke when Opie walked in,
something about two nuns and a bar.
Winston!”, Y/N cheered when she saw him. She looked tipsy, “Come here,
have a beer!”
thanks”, he said and sat close to her, who asked Chibs another beer. Opie
watched as Y/N continue to drink; he wouldn’t let her go home alone. Luckily,
one more beer and she stopped, “I’ll take you home”
get home by myself Winston”, she protested, walking outside the clubhouse.
you can’t”, Opie grunted and grabbed her arm. Y/N pulled it back, sobering up
and glaring at him.
not my father Winston!”, Y/N raised her voice and tripped a little on her boots, “He is DEAD!”
just trying to keep you safe!”, he got closer to her, holding her arms.
Y/N tilted her head back to look at him, grimacing.
do you care Winston?”, she narrowed her eyes, “You never did it before. You were too
busy enjoying your new kutte and pretty girls jumping on you, while I was breaking
into a million pieces! I needed you, but you never looked at me! I liked you
Opie! Damn it, I was in love with you!”
Opie tried to hold her as Y/N got rid of his grip, walking to the gate.
worry about me Winston”, Y/N said over her shoulder, “I’ll leave Charming
before you notice”
watched as Y/N left the clubhouse, finding a cab on the street to
take her home. He tried to find her the next day, but he couldn’t. Her bike was ready, so he decided to wait for her to show up. He was back from some errands and noticed the Harley outside TM, but Y/N wasn’t around.
inside”, Gemma was at her office’s door frame, smoking. Opie looked from her to
the clubhouse and marched towards there. Y/N was having coffee while the
prospect cleaned the bar. She looked at him and put the cup over the counter.
for the coffee”, Y/N smiled at the prospect and grabbed her purse. Opie blocked her from leaving, making Y/N sigh, “What do you want Winston?”
you okay?”, he asked.
I am”, she answered and they stared at each other for a moment. Y/N blushed and
cleared her throat, “Sorry about the other night. I was drunk, shouldn’t have
yelled at you. It’s not your fault”
okay”, Opie mumbled, not quite sure about what to say. He was feeling like he
was in high school again, nervous in front of the girl he liked.
then”, Y/N took a deep breath, gave him a weak smile and passed him, walking to the door, “Bye Winston”
liked you”, he blurted, making her stop on the way out, her back turned to him,
“I fell for you, but I was too shy to tell you, and scared. You wouldn’t want a
biker, you didn’t belong to this place and the club was my life. I also didn’t
want to lose my best friend”
waited as Y/N stayed on her place, looking down. She finally broke the silence
with a laugh, “Good we were so stupid”. She leaned against the wall, running
her fingers through her hair.
we were”, he agreed and walked towards her. Y/N bit her lip, looking up at him,
“Are you staying in Charming?”
don’t know Winston”, she shrugged and then the smirk was back on her face, “Why
do you care?”
care about you”, he admitted, “I’ve been alone all this time and now I think
that, maybe, I had been waiting for you to come back”
changed a lot Winston”, Y/N stood on tiptoes, her face close to his.
know”, Opie whispered as he put a hand on her waist, gently pulling Y/N
closer, “But at the same time, you’re still the same Y/N I fell in love in high
Winston”, she smiled, cupping the back of his neck, “I wasn’t ready back then,
but now I am”
for what?”, he asked, watching Y/N lick her lips.
be your old lady”, she whispered and pulled him for a kiss. It was even better
than what he always had imagined. Opie lifted her and Y/N wrapped her legs
around him, smiling. His old
lady was finally back to where she belonged.
Hi there everyone! My name is Peony Chantily, I’m a middle child of four siblings and grew up with two smart and loving parents. One thing you should know about me? Well, I guess that my dream is to be a Fashion Phenomenon. I love creating new clothes and sketching out new designs. I can’t wait until I graduate high school and can start on the long road to becoming a fashion icon! I will say that my quirky fashion sense is not appreciated by my fellow classmates at Riverview High, but soon enough their taunts will be long behind me and i’ll be laughing them off when I see my designs walking down the runway.
I'm worried for bughead but not as worried. Bughead is a big part of riverdale their are the main relationship in riverdale. The writers are smart and know that so breaking them up won't be good for them, the bughead fandom is huge and they also know that. But there will absolutely be bumps in the road and fights but I think that their love is so strong they will over come it. So I'm less worried for what going to happen. P.s I would love the serpents to see dark Betty that would be amazing💗
hi love!! this is exactly what I was thinking! we just have to stay positive and continue showing our love and support for bughead! It sucks that we have to wait so long for some new material but we can all get through this together!
P.S. Dark Betty + Serpents = one of my fav headcanons at the moment!! could you imagine!
First of all, I LOVE all of the pregnancy prompts you guys have written. Second of all, when you have time, can you pls write some pregnancy angst? Like, pre serum!steve or even post serum steve being bed ridden or smth during his pregnancy and bucky's afraid for him and blames himself for putting his stevie in this position. Thank you!! You guys do the lord's work :)) <3
I went with post-serum Steve and post WS Bucky, so I hope you enjoy! And all my fics seem to take place in some kind of alternate timeline where Bucky and Steve were reunited directly after CATWS, so AoU and CACW never happened…so that’s when this takes place XD -Jenna
basically what s.coups would be like as a boyfriend…
he might be the oldest but oh my god it literally took him like ten thousand years to get the courage to ask you out
obviously, he consulted jeonghan about how to ask you out because he seemed to be the one with the most rational ideas
“You should get them flowers and tell them that they’re the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.”
when he went to the flower shop he couldn’t decide which flowers you would like the most so he literally just got you one of each.
once he asked you and you (obviously) accepted, he could not stop smiling like a fool for the next week and the boys would tease him about it
dating him means adopting twelve lil babies
no seriously, count on dino calling you mom/dad and changing both Seungcheol’s and your name on his phone from S.Coups and Hyung/Noona to Mom/Dad and Papa S.coups
“babe, put a jacket on, I don’t want you getting a cold or anything” “Seungcheol, it’s like 80 degrees—“ “yOU’LL CATCH A COLD”
he’s going to be so protective of you and will always have an arm around your waist just so people know that you’re his
you get texts from him 92834238 times a day because he updates you on how the boys are doing as well as making sure that you’ve eaten something or at least drank some water
his favorite thing is holding your hand in his because he’d never tell you but he thinks that the fact that your hands are so much smaller that his is the cutest thing in the world
diMPLES. DIMPLES. DIMPLES. DIMPLES.
“you can’t just use the dimples against me, seungcheol” but you literally fall for them always so
his phone background is a picture of you holding up the Hide version of Boys Be and smiling really wide that he took the first time you listened to the album and were super excited
sometimes when he messes up on stage he goes home and sits in front of you on the bed with his forehead resting on your shoulder and he doesn’t say anything while you run your fingers through his hair soothingly and remind him that he’s a great leader and everyone makes mistakes so he shouldn’t beat himself up about it
he’s honestly so thankful to have you in his life and he reminds you whenever it’s really late at night and you two are just cuddling
he makes dad jokes and it’s so cringe-y and you loVe hate it so much
poking his dimples to get his attention
sometimes he just likes when you get flustered so he’ll come up behind you and press little kisses from your shoulder up your neck and to your cheek and just walk away after that so you’re just like seungcheol!!!!
you’re pretty much his good luck charm so he’ll bring you along with him if they have a really big event to perform at but if you’re unable to go he’ll ask you to watch the live broadcast or he’ll call you before going on stage to calm his pre-performance jitters
he’ll call you baby girl/boy or princess/prince
he absolutely loves holding your hand, especially when you two are walking down the street
sometimes when you two are just sitting together watching tv and not really saying anything, he’ll squeeze your hand gently just to remind you that he’s right there beside you
you two have cute couple shirts that jeonghan got you for your hundredth day anniversary
“no seungcheol, jeonghan can’t come with us on our date” “bUt—“ “nO”
he likes taking pictures of pretty trees or places that he visits with the boys and he has a special album on his camera roll that’s filled with different pictures of pretty places that he sends you with the caption “I’ll take you there someday”
he’s really cheesy sometimes and the boys tease him to death about that
he actually loves when you update him on your day and send him selfies of you doing something that you think he would like to do
he’s going to be your biggest supporter and doesn’t mind staying up at night hearing you rant about an assignment you really don’t want to do
always reminds you to do your homework, even when you two aren’t together
he was afraid that the rest of the boys wouldn’t warm up to you as fast as he did but there was literally nothing to be afraid of because three minutes after walking through the door, most of the boys were calling you “Noona” or “Hyung” and Dino would not stop hugging you
absolutely adores your lips and loves leaving sweet pecks on them anywhere you are
whenever he comes home after being on the road for a long time he knows that you’ll be waiting for him in your living room no matter what time it is so as soon as he opens the door and sees you, he scoops you into his arms and kisses you deeply because jesus christ he missed you like hell
seungcheol’s kisses are always filled with emotion and he always holds you as close to him as he can because he’s afraid that you’ll leave him when you pull away
saying “I love you” was actually easier for him to do that he thought
you two had been together for almost three months already and he had a day off so the two of you were laying on his bed watching Disney movies together
you laughed at something on screen and smiled wide, not noticing the gaze seungcheol had on you and the big smile that tugged at his lips
“I love you so much, you know that?” He whispered, smiling even wider when you answered “I know, I love you too”
if you’re going out with some friends or family and you wear a cute or nice outfit, he gets flustered because oh my god you look so amazing
then again, he literally thinks you look amazing in anything you wear
“seungcheol, stop staring at me like that” you’d say as a blush creeps up your cheeks. he’d bring you into his chest and press little kisses on your forehead, “but you look so cute”
forehead kisses, temple kisses, nose kisses, kisses, kisses, kISSES ALL THE TIME
no seriously, this kid would probably kiss every inch of your face if he got the chance
we always leaves a vase full of flowers for you when he has really busy schedules as well as one of his shirts and hoodies because he knows how much you like them
when you two have the dorm to yourselves you guys have rap battles which you somehow always end up winning????
he’s not the greatest at giving big gifts on birthdays or holidays but whenever he sees something small like a phone accessory or a keychain that reminds him of you he’ll buy it and set it on your nightstand for you to find when you wake up
he absolutely adores when you wear his jackets because you always pout about the sleeves being too long so he rolls them up for you and kisses your palms because oh my god you’re literally so precious???? how???
when he took you to meet his family he wasn’t as nervous as you thought he’d be because he had already gushed to his mother about how perfect you were so everyone already loved you so much
sometimes the boys tease him because they say he’s so whipped by you and he just shrugs his shoulders and smiles because yeah he is but he’s so lucky to have you so who’s winning ????
honestly gives the best advice in the world? like he’s a total problem solver
makes you fire mixtapes for you to listen to when you’re on a road trip (aka songs that remind him of you but he won’t call them that because that’s sO cheesy)
he’ll literally look at you the way he looks at jeonghan and you’ll be so lucky????
whenever he’s wearing a nice shirt with his hair pushed back to go on stage and he knows that you’ll get super flustered he’ll be extra sure to bite his lip a little bit more and wink at the camera every so often
he’s a huge tease and he knows it adIOS
you could literally not ask for a better boyfriend than seungcheol because he’s going to treasure you more than anything in the world oMg
this was requested by: @unflame ! I hope you like it!
Aries: Tall, obnoxiously loud, always having a new girlfriend/boyfriend, calls you a “little bitch” because you broke up, bright, not too emotionally smart, makes bad decisions, stubborn, great smile, Slytherin/Gryffindor.
Taurus: Dad jokes, explains what Ariana Grande’s song lyrics are about to me (specifically “Side to Side”), happy, frugal, cheap eats guides are their best friends, loves K-Pop, sunshiny, cute, hyper, don’t let them drink caffeine, duck tales, dickies and docs, Slytherin/Ravenclaw.
Gemini: The sweetest bean to exist, friendly, has a tendency to shut themselves off when they’re sad, little drummer boy (Buddy Rich is an icon), loving friends, they give the best hugs on the planet, loves YTPs (specifically for Les Mis), puns galore and doesn’t feel they deserve to get a high five afterwards, makes amazing sugar cookies with peppermint, close to his mother and father, porkpie hats and scarves, Hufflepuff/Slytherin.
Cancer: Tumblr trash, glitter, copic markers, amateur artist, really likes Tim Burton and Jhonen Vasquez’s work and will become jealous when you bring up the fact that both of them are Virgos, watercolours, black mesh and anime buns, hot chocolate, tea, irrational hate of coffee, instagram stories, cute laughs, good times, swimming at their birthday parties, dark horse comics, INTJ, modern dance, doesn’t want to be mistaken for their twin but understands, writing poetry in a cafe during winter break, sweet bean, Slytherin/Ravenclaw.
Leo: Puns, walks into class during a test yelling “It’s ya boiii!” then walks to his seat in shame, works at Trader Joe’s part time, media tastes very frequently, nerdy memelord, Dungeons and Dragons, looks immensely more attractive with bangs than without, gives the literal best advice, makes good food, believes that “no mistakes should be regretted, they are only lessons to be learned from”, total Hufflepuff, went to Catholic school and came out Atheist.
Virgo: Has the best cheekbones, identifies as a Capricorn because it’s their dominant sign in their chart, hogwarts scarves, a legume with extra leg, kissing your crush at 1 am, likes makeup a lot, does full IB, choir kid, theatre kid, legitimate goals, everyone wants to be them, stressed out, great hugs, they might seem intimidating at first but once you know them they’re a huge freaking nerd, shows you memes on tumblr, wants to read the whole book of Les Misérables, so talented and the best friend you could ever ask for, Slytherin/Ravenclaw.
Libra: Super gay, sunflowers, flower crowns, blue hair that’s shaved underneath, naturally curly, low-key meme trash, the most adorable little ace, please go out with me, best friend ever, the kindest bean, self doubts, is an amazing person, worries a lot about what others think, crushes on people and doesn’t know why, eating cookies, loves sweets, flannels, can’t pull off snap backs to save their life, Hufflepuff by nature, INFP “The Dreamer”, has a vocal coach, does Speech and Debate, just wants someone to love (but not just anyone), an adorable collection of paradoxes, panic at the disco and the rest of the holy emo trinity, still identifies as an Emo kid.
Scorpio: Severe, pointed nails, all black wardrobe all day everyday for the past 3 years, combat boots, Victorian jewellery, copper coloured hair, perfect catholic school girl cursive handwriting, ran away from home at 17 and didn’t look back, Tom Waits, country folk music, but loves “her raps”, Slytherin af, can’t play any instruments but is an amazing singer, family music nights, sex jokes about your stepdad at the dinner table, makes the best lasagna known to man, disassociating.
Sagittarius: Best Friend from years ago, I’ve known them as long as I can remember, truly a great friend, Lou Reed and John Lennon, is still friends with the same people he went to elementary school with, squad goals, getting high and sitting in the middle of the road listening to The Beatles, staying up till one buying fur coats off amazon and chugging caffeine while listening to music from the seventies, not huge on Kendrick Lamar till you show him “King Kunta”, got legitimately voted “Most Likely to be a Couple’s Therapist” in 8th grade, drinks alone.
Capricorn: Pieces of shit. I’ve not met a Capricorn Sun who didn’t rub me the wrong way or do me wrong.
Aquarius: Slightly problematic friend, lil’ intense, sweetest bean, will be your papa, gives you a blanket for Christmas, ride or die bitch, doesn’t know how to use the broiler but loves to bake, once set a Meringue on fire, but soon figured out what they did wrong, Slytherin/Hufflepuff, immensely loyal but sneaky af, Urinetown trash, choir Boi, theatre nerd, dream roles include Bobby Strong and Grantaire (Les Mis) but ended up playing Combeferre in our production of Les Mis, will go to see The Conjuring 2.
Pisces: Pretty Boy Memelord, asks you why you’re buying clothes at the soup store, loves Steven universe, plays ukulele, adventure time, would so be Marshall Lee the Vampire King, extroverted, best queer ally ever, stubborn, good kisser, filthy frank is an icon, loves to patronise and tease you, says he loves you because he really does, Franklin trash, bass singer, wears a suit often and looks damned good when he does.
You are a newly graduated MBA student trying to get a highly sought-after job at Wesson Technology. You have spent your life proving to people that your more than your Omega status. Will billionaire tech genius Alpha Sam Wesson take a chance on you?
Characters: Alpha! Sam Wesson, Alpha! Dean Smith, Omega! Reader, Beta! Charlie Bradbury, Omega! Ruby, Beta! Castiel Novak, Omega! Jo Harvelle, Beta! Kevin Tran, Mandy (OC, Sam’s daughter)
A/N: Well guys, we are starting to circle in for a landing. A bit to go yet.
“I’m still terrified I’ll wake up.” Anders whispers the words then, Hawke warm in his arms and skin soft to his touch after a night he’d spent years dreaming of and never quite daring to hope for. It’s just… he still can’t quite believe it, after everything. That this is happening, that this is real and not a dream, and he’s scared, just a little, that any moment now, he’ll wake up.
And then he does. He wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, with the unfamiliar mumble of a familiar voice sleep-talking against the back of his neck. He wakes up next to Hawke, free and warm and loved and doing his best not to wake the other beside him with the sudden, euphoric laughter that threatens to burst from his throat at the sudden reminder that any of this is real.
Anders wakes up many, many more times over the years. He wakes up in a house growing increasingly familiar in the middle of a city growing increasingly hostile, with sun on his face and birdsong through the windows. He wakes up on the run, years later, in unfamiliar glens with now-familiar birds in the trees surrounding and a now-familiar Hawke beside him.
He wakes up alone, waiting, hearing rumors of the Inquisition and waiting for the news he needs most.
He wakes up to a letter, and almost sobs with the relief, waking up the next morning along the long road to Weisshaupt.
And he meets them again in the Anderfels, sand working its way into every fold and Hawke’s smile brighter than the desert sun as he finally holds them again.
“I’ll take first watch,” he tells them the night they leave, the two curled beside a low fire against the bitter chill and the bright stars, leaving behind Warden chaos neither of them want any more to do with.
“I can stay up, it’s fine,” they tell him, a hand brushing his wrist, and Anders shakes his head.
“I’m not tired,” he tells them, voicing the words instead of any of the fears behind them, but he supposes he should know better after over ten years now. Hawke, certainly, knows better, and Anders watches their brow wrinkle as they reach up to touch the side of his face.
“Anders…” they whisper, warm in his arms, and he still can’t believe this is real after so long waiting. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
~The Handers Fairy
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa thank you so much this is wonderful!!!!! :D :D :D
She apprehensively stepped off the small plane onto the
tarmac feeling warm air and sun on her skin. She took a deep breath, as though
she hadn’t the entire flight. She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes
scanning the view. This was it; this paradise is where her boyfriend had lived
his entire life. She couldn’t even imagine growing up somewhere like this, to
live somewhere most people could only picture in their dreams.
She felt a large hand on her lower back, “Pretty nice, huh?”
she heard her boyfriend whisper in her ear. She nodded her head speechless.
She put on her backpack and watched as Calum slung both
their luggage bags over his shoulder. She couldn’t help but admire the way he
looked, wearing dark Ray Bans and a backwards trucker hat with a few curls
peaking through to his forehead. His arms and shoulders looked strong as he
effortlessly toted along their bags that she knew were beyond heavy. He smiled
at her when he caught her watching, “Come on babe,” he chuckled, “I know you
like the view but there’s a lot more to see.” He smirked and started walking
signaling for her to follow.
When they reached the airport parking lot he threw their
bags into the back seat of a white jeep with no top on. He did a walk around of
the vehicle before nodding his head and smirking to himself then he reached
behind the front tire pulling out a key. She was obviously confused and he
couldn’t help but laugh. “Hop in babe, I thought I’d give you the grand tour
before we head over to my parents place.”
She looked at him skeptically, “This is yours?” she asked
referring to the jeep.
“Yea, Mali dropped it off here earlier today for me.” He
“Oh…nice,” she said as she climbed in, she could feel a grin
spreading across her face. He leaned over and quickly pressed his lips against
hers, “You’re going to love it here,” he insisted, “this summer is going to be
He drove her around for what felt like hours. He showed her
where he went to school when he was a kid, the beach he was at when he first
stood up on his surfboard, the arcade where he got into his first fight. It was
like every spot they drove past was connected to a memory that he was eager to
tell her about.
“Wow,” she said to him as he drove the jeep along a cliff
side road with an amazing view of the ocean, “ this place really is awesome, I
can’t believe you live here.”
“I saved the best spot for last,” he smirked, “ there’s a
tiki bar down by west beach … after we get settled in I’m going to take you
there so we can get something to eat then chill… all my friends are going to
be there I can’t wait for you to meet them.” He smiled at her wildly, “They are
going to love you.”
“Okay,” she told him feeling a bit overwhelmed, “as long as
I survive meeting your family first.”
“We’re almost there… and don’t worry,” he insisted, “You are
perfect plus they like everyone.”
Shortly after he pulled up to a large iron gate. He leaned
out of the jeep to punch a code into a keypad near by and the gate opened
immediately. Slowly they made their way up a long winding driveway.
When the jeep finally pulled up to a massive contemporary
style home her jaw dropped. “This is where you live?” she asked in shock. They
had met at school and their homes were pretty far away from each other. He had
come to visit her once the previous summer but this was the first time she was
seeing where he lived. She never expected this; that is for sure.
“Nah,” he replied casually, “I mean when I was a kid yea,
but now I stay in the guesthouse around back… more privacy I guess,” he
Her eyes were wide as she looked around in disbelief. As
Calum was grabbing their bags out of the back of the jeep a man and a woman
walked out of the front door of the house. “Paul! Margret!” Calum said with a
smile, giving them each a polite hug, “This is my girlfriend Y/N,” he
introduced, “We’re going to be in the guest house this summer,” he told them as
he handed the man their bags.
She said hello to them feeling a bit confused, these were
obviously not his parents. “Can I get anything for you?” the woman asked them
happily, “Drinks? Perhaps some champagne or maybe a margarita?”
“No thank you,” she replied shaking her head and giving
Calum her most subtle what the fuck is this look. She knew he was wealthy, but
Calum was very modest. She never expected anything like this.
“We’re just going to head in for now, but thanks” Calum told
Once they were alone again for a brief moment she stopped
Calum before walking into the house, “You could have maybe given me a heads up
you know?” she said frustrated. She was overwhelmed by all of it; it almost
didn’t make sense to her that Calum wouldn’t mention this.
“A heads up about what?” he smiled his cheeky suave smile.
“Uhmm… I don’t know… maybe you could have mentioned that
you live in Daddy Warbucks manson like full staff and all?”
He laughed at her, “I didn’t think it mattered where I live…
plus most of the staff is off in the summer.”
She was still in shock, “You have a fucking staff, this is
“Geez, relax babe, I’m only kidding you just met the only two
people who work here technically… I’ve known them my whole life they’re more
She nodded her head, “Okay,” but ‘where the fuck am I?’ was
all she was thinking.
“Are you ready to go in?” he asked reassuringly sliding his
hand into hers.
His parents weren’t at all like the people she had created
in her head upon pulling up to the house. She wasn’t really quite sure what to
expect, but they were kind and warm. They were nowhere near high strung like
you would expect people who lived like this to be. They were just regular
people and they seemed to like her.
She was nervous to meet his friends to say the least. So far
nothing about Calum’s home life had been predictable. Apparently there was a
lot she did not know about him. It wasn’t at all that Calum was secretive…
there was just a lot he never mentioned.
Calum had his arm wrapped around her as they strolled into
the tiki bar. Without stopping by the hostess station, Calum lead her out to
the crowded back deck.
“Hood man, What’s good?” she heard the bartender at the
outdoor bar call out to him as they walked past, “Good to have you back dude,”
the guy said friendly.
She felt like everyone was staring at them… it felt like
everyone knew who he was and pretty quickly she realized that everyone did.
They approached a table in the corner of the deck where
about eight people were already sitting. She could feel all of their eyes on
her. These were Calum’s friends, and they were all excited to see him. She
couldn’t describe it but Calum seemed kind of different around them.
He introduced her to everyone sitting at the table as his
girlfriend and she couldn’t help but notice a less than happy blond with
daggers for eyes glaring at her. She had a feeling that this was Stacy… Calum’s
At least he had warned her about Stacy. Apparently they had
all the same friends so she would be around a lot this summer, but Calum insisted
she didn’t need to worry, that he was completely over her and things ended on
good terms. Calum may have been convinced of this but the look on the girls
face was saying otherwise.
One of his friends, a guy named Mikey switched to the other
side of the table so that she and Calum could sit next to each other. She
recognized his name from some of Calum’s stories Mikey and another kid, Ashton,
were Calum’s childhood best friends.
“Calum man, you’re not going to believe who’s working here
now,” Mikey said eager to share the information. She noticed Stacy shoot Calum
a look from down the table as the waiter approached.
Calum glared up at the waiter, surprised to see a face that
must have been familiar to him. “What the fuck are you doing here Hemmings?”
Calum asked the guy coldly as he leaned back in his chair. She had never heard
Calum speak to anyone like this before.
“Its my job mate,” the waiter said seemingly unaffected by
Calum’s demeanor, “Do you want me to get you a different waiter?” she watched
the exchange between the two, it was hostile and uncomfortable but Calum’s
friends seemed entertained.
“Nah,” Calum smirked, “this should be good” he said
The waiter looked at her now, “Can I get you something to drink?”
he asked with a voice much softer than when he was speaking to Calum.
Calum cut in before she could even answer, “Don’t talk to
her,” Calum snapped protectively, “Don’t even look at her.” Her mouth fell
open. She shot Calum a look, she had no idea what was going on, who the waiter
was, or why Cal seemed to despise him but she couldn’t imagine any excuse for
how rude Calum was being.
“He’s doing his job Calum. What’s gotten into you?” She had
never in the year and half that she has known him seen him act like this. She
smiled at the waiter, “I’ll have a strawberry mojito.”
“I’ll have a Corona,” Calum said sharply, “Try not to spit
“Ha, yea I’ll try,” the waiter rolled his eyes before
“How the fuck did he even get a job in this town?” Calum
asked looking around the table “Didn’t think any of us would have to see that
She was beyond confused at this point. “He got out of juvie
when he turned 18,” she heard Stacy’s voice from down the table. She was
leaning forward to get a better look at Calum, “He hasn’t showed his face
around her in two years since he’s been out but now all of a sudden he’s back…
no one knows why.”
“Fuck that kid,” Calum said rolling his eyes. He didn’t even
look at her, probably intentionally knowing she would be full of questions.
She had never felt so uncomfortable as she sat and listened
to Calum and his friends relentlessly ridicule and patronize the waiter. She
was stunned by the way Calum was acting, but he didn’t seem to notice. She felt
like she was sitting beside a stranger.
She couldn’t help but show the waiter kindness when everyone
around her was treating him like shit. This seemed to irritate Calum. She was
literally dumbfounded. She had never been in such a situation and could not
wait to leave. She had never felt this way, but she wanted to get away from
Calum… or whoever this cruel imposter was. It was most definitely not the guy
she was dating.
When she couldn’t take it anymore she excused herself from
the table to go and use the bathroom. On her way she couldn’t help but notice
the waiter exiting the kitchen. He looked at her showing s subtle smile and she
noticed that he was rather good looking. This was the first time she had seen
him smile all night.
She didn’t know why but she was compelled to say something
to him. Before he could completely pass her through the entryway to where the
kitchen and bathroom area was she turned around trying to stop him.
“Hey,” she said attempting to get him to turn. He continued walking
as if he hadn’t heard her.
“Hey wait,” she said again reaching out for the back of his
arm to stop him.
He turned around and looked down into her eyes, a puzzled
look on his face. He was tall with broad shoulders. He had blond hair and bit
of scruff on his face. His eyes were blue and bloodshot, like he hadn’t slept
“Oh…uhhh…sorry,” he fumbled with his words nervously
reaching for the back of his head, “I didn’t think you were talking to me… can
I help you?”
“Its just…” she had no idea what she was going to say to
him, she was being so impulsive.
He looked at her carefully. There was a long pause before
she finally spoke again. “I’m sorry,” she told him and he tilted his head to
the side a bit, seemingly interested in what she had to say. “I… I just want to
apologize… I don’t really know any of them except Calum… but I’m so sorry they
are all being dicks.”
He cracked a smile, “Calum is the ring leader you know?” he
asked now seeming amused, “Those guys follow Calum’s lead and will do anything
he says… believe me.”
She was taken aback a bit… not believing his words. “Calum
isn’t usually like this,” she tried to assure him, “he is just being weird
today… that’s why I wanted to apologize.”
“Look… you seem really nice,” he told her, “and I really
appreciate you trying to apologize… don’t usually see a lot of that going on
around here… but I’ve known Calum my whole life… he’s been like this for a long
time… ask anyone who’s not in his rich kid circle.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” she said in a low voice.
He looked past her into the dining area, “I gotta get back
to work,” he told her, “If any of them see me talking to you it won’t be good,” he hesitated for a second, sighing he shrugged his shoulders, “just…don’t let him deceive you.” He walked away from her before she could even get another word out.
She stood there blankly for a minute, replaying he
conversation back in her head. Something was off. Was Calum the guy she thought
She headed back to the table, taking a seat next to him, now
uninterested in food or drink. She looked around the table at the people she
was surrounded by. She wasn’t sure what to think.
“You ok babe?” Calum asked, stretching his arm out across
the chair behind her.
She nodded her head, “I think I’m just tired,” she told him,
“Its been a long day.”
“We can leave,” he said reassuringly, “We have all summer to
His words made her stomach twist and she wasn’t quite sure
why. “Are you sure?” she asked as he stood from the table reaching into his
“Absolutely,” he said as he threw a few hundred-dollar bills
down on to the table. He looked around at his friends, “We’re out of here,” he
announced, “That should be enough,” he said referring to the money.
‘Who is this person?’ she thought to herself as she observed
his actions. He took her hand and began to lead her out of the tiki bar. As
they weaved through tables towards the exit they passed the waiter.
“Goodnight,” she said giving him a small smile.
Calum looked back at her shaking his head then glared at
him, “Fucking loser” she heard him say under his breath just loud enough for
him to hear. It made her angry, that Calum was capable of treating another
person like this. How had he been able to hide this side of him from her for
She stopped dead in her tracks right in front of the waiter,
causing a tug on Calum’s arm, which made him stop as well. He looked at her
raising his eyebrows but she ignored him.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, “What was your name again?”
He looked back and forth between her and Calum, who was
still, now tightly, gripping her hand. “Luke” he said looking a bit surprised.
She smiled at him sweetly, “My name’s Y/N… nice meeting you
Luke.” She nodded her head and then continued walking, a stunned Calum now
“They’ll tip him right?” she asked Calum as they reached the
“Don’t worry about it,” he grumbled, obviously irritated.
She knew what that meant.
Calum didn’t talk much to her when they got back to his
house, well the guesthouse. He briefly told her that Margret had most likely
unpacked her belongings and pointed to a dresser they would be in.
“I need a shower,” he mumbled to her before walking into the
master bathroom and slamming the door.
Something was so off about him but she couldn’t put her
finger on it. He was obviously mad at her for stopping and talking to Luke but
there had to be something beyond that.
By the time they were ready to go to bed it seemed like
Calum finally had begun to cool off. She knew he could be hot tempered
sometimes so she didn’t even attempt to talk to him until he was ready to say
what he had to say.
When she got out of the shower she pulled one of his big
t-shirts over her head, then crawled into the large king sized bed next to him.
She stared at the TV in front of them, watching the commercials flash across
Finally Calum looked over at her, and closed the gap between
them a bit. “Hi,” he said to her voice low. He always did this when he wanted
She turned to look at him, he seemed vulnerable, and this
was the boy she loved, not the one from earlier. “Hi,” she whispered back to
He reached for the remote, turning the TV off, then moving
even closer, and wrapping his arms around her. “So…. I know tonight was…” there
was a long pause as though he was searching for the right word to describe his
behavior, “…you know,” was all he could come up with.
She couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically a bit, “Do I?” she
“Okay…” he exhaled deeply, “I’ll admit I may have been a
little less than nice to Hemmings.”
She sat up so she could look him in the eyes, “A little?
Calum you were a complete ass the entire night! I’ve never seen you act like
“Alright, alright I was an ass, but if anyone deserves to be
treated like a piece of shit its that guy,” he defended.
She looked at him with an expression of utter shock draped
across her face, “Who are you and where is my boyfriend?” she asked dead
“He’s a bad dude Y/N, I’m serious. I don’t want you around
him. You heard Stacy; I mean he got sent to juvie when he was sixteen you don’t
end up there for being a stand up citizen. He did some fucked up shit and
everyone knows about it.”
“Okay,” she said noticing the harsh tone of Calum’s voice; she
knew he was done talking about it. She wasn’t though. She knew there was more
to Calum’s hatred of Luke then a crime he committed four years ago. She needed
answers and she knew exactly where she could find them.
Okay so I haven’t written anything in a while but this kind of just popped up in my brain and I have some ideas for where things could go.. if you’re familiar with my writing you know it is going to be intense and that I love a good love triangle lol Please let me know what you think–> HERE <– and reblog or give a little heart … writing is time consuming so I like knowing there is interest in the story line before i get in too deep
Request: Could you do a one shot where Mycroft donates a kidney to Sherlock and then some sort of thankfulness ensues?
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Sherlock laid in the bright, sterile hospital room as he began to awake from his surgery. All in all, it had only taken a couple of hours and John had ensured that only the best doctor would operate on Sherlock Holmes. The pain was dull at the moment, but Sherlock decided to turn up the morphine for a bit, regardless.
John burst into the hospital where Sherlock lay waiting for news about his donor. “Are you feeling okay?” John asked, wanting to take away Sherlock’s pain. “I can always ask the nurse to give you something stronger.”
“You used to oppose my additions, but now you’re feeding them? What an interesting turn of events. Your heart is showing a bit too much now, John.”
“I just… I just want you to be okay.” Sherlock reached out for John’s hand to bring him comfort. The road to surgery had been a long one and one that John would rather forget.
After a routine investigation, an underground crime ring began taking interest in Sherlock which had led to them kidnapping Sherlock. Eventually Scotland Yard, with the help of Mycroft Holmes, rescued Sherlock, but only after extensive damage to Sherlock’s inner organs which led to kidney failure in his right kidney.
“Any news of Mycroft?”
John shook his head. “I’m afraid not. He should be out soon though… He’ll be okay.”
“Oh for god’s sake, I’m not worried about him.”
Suddenly a slight ruffling was heard from Sherlock’s hospital roommate behind the curtain before it was pulled back. “We really couldn’t afford a private room Anthea?” Mycroft complained from where he lay, also recovering from surgery.
“Apparently even the British Government can’t afford this hospital’s outrageous fees,” John muttered.
“It could be worse,” Sherlock said “Mummy could be here.”
A buzzing aroused from Anthea’s pocket before she left the room to answer a phone call. “I think I’ll leave you brothers alone to bond and recover,” John said as he followed behind the attractive brunette.
“How are you feeling?” Mycroft asked.
“I’m not quite sure. The morphine is doing its job pretty well.”
The brothers lay there in silence, each trying to avoid any talk of sentiment. “You know Mycroft, I really appreciate what you gave to me… You saved my life.”
“And I’ll do it time and time again, Sherlock.”
“Careful Mycroft, your sentiment is showing.”