Imagine making Tom late to stage for a live show. He looked so handsome in his suit that you simply couldn’t control yourself; you unzip his pants and fall to your knees in front of him. Stage hands come pounding on the door in desperate need of your husband before he finally finishes, struggling to regain composure before walking out the door. Watching from the monitor in his dressing room, you giggle to yourself as he finally slides onto camera, ready for his interview.
So who wants to hear the awful headcanon I thought of for the lost episode on the bus this morning?
Okay, no one, but I’m going to tell y'all anyway because I’m a masochist.
So what if we discover that garridebs did happen – it opens with a pov shot of a blurry hospital room, heart monitors going, and Sherlock’s face pops into view, bedraggled, unshaven, worried, red-eyed.
“Sherlock?” says a very scratchy-voiced John, whose POV we discover we are in. And that’s when the dam bursts: Sherlock starts to cry, one hand petting John’s hair, and the other smoothing over John’s right cheek as his head flops down onto John’s chest. Sherlock’s shoulders are shaking and his sobbing soft, and all John can do is wait, knowing that whatever has Sherlock so upset, it’s because of John himself.
Something still seems off; his head hurts and his vision is still blurry, and all his bones ache. John manages to raise one of his hands and places it on Sherlock’s head, which only causes Sherlock to sob harder. John wants to ask what’s wrong, why Sherlock is so sad and scared.
After what seems like hours but is only a few minutes, Sherlock raises his head up, eyes reddened but sparkling with hope. “John,” he whispers, his thumb brushing John’s cheekbone, only now realizing that he is bearded; How long has he been out? Sherlock’s other hand is still petting John’s head, like he is something precious to be treasured. “John,” Sherlock says again, this time more sure, “You heard me.” His smile is small and soft, and his eyes are huge and starting to tear up again.
“I… wha’? Wha'ppened?” John mumbles, his hands seeking for the ones on his head. Sherlock’s hands quickly grasp John’s, holding tight and squeezing like he’s afraid John will leave him again.
“What–,” Sherlock gulps, “What is the last thing you remember, John?” Sherlock’s voice wobbles, his eyes fixated on John’s face.
John struggles to recall a memory at all. “Not sure,” John answers. “I remember a gunshot,” – at the word, John hears Sherlock gasp and sees his lip wobble – “I think? I was in so much pain. I recall seeing your face… and then –” John thought hard… was Sherrinford all a weird nightmare? “…And then I had a weird nightmare, I think, but it felt so real… I guess… I guess it wasn’t since I’m here now and I was last in Baker Street.”
John thought it rather adorable the way Sherlock blinked at him in confusion. John gently tugged at his own hands, causing Sherlock to look down at the clasped hands, and then back up at John.
“Yes, a… terrible nightmare, John,” Sherlock sighs heavily, his lip wobbling once again. He brings their joined hands closer to himself, resting his forehead on them. “I was having a nightmare of my own, John. One that almost was never going to end.” Sherlock turns his head so that one of his eyes is peeking at John sadly.
John tugs his hands to himself, which forces Sherlock to be closer, given he seems to be stoutly refusing to relinquish his grip on John’s hands. John needs him closer. "What do you mean, Sherlock?“
Sherlock looks up at John, his pale eyes wide in fear. "I almost lost you, John. After everything I did, I almost lost you. I wasn’t good enough and – ” Sherlock’s voice is starting to rise in panic.
John brings their heads closer together, and that seems to settle Sherlock down enough for him to continue.
“You were shot, John. In the head.”
John gasps, pushing Sherlock away from him a bit so he can see Sherlock’s eyes. “What?”
Sherlock’s face scrunches up. “In your eye, John,” Sherlock amends with emphasis, John now suddenly realizing why his vision seems so weird. He must be on some pretty good painkillers to not even notice. "You must have been trying to get out of the way, and the bullet went through your left eye socket and lodged in your brain. I’m afraid you’ve permanently lost your left eye… but…“ Sherlock breathes heavily, stuttering. "John you’ve been in a coma for three months.”
John inhaled deeply. “Wha-what?" He tries to remove his hands from Sherlock’s grip, but the grip refuses to loosen. He needs to feel the evidence for himself. "Sherlock?”
Sherlock looks down at their joined hands, and gently loosens his grip. John slides his hands out of Sherlock’s slowly, and reaches up to touch his face. John’s expression turns grim as his fingers trace the stitches along the left side of his head, where the surgeons had cut open his skull to remove the bullet and his dying eyeball. Sherlock follows John’s other hand with his eyes as it scrubs at the beard that John had grown out since the last time Sherlock had shaved him a couple weeks ago. John’s two hands come together over his mouth, inhaling heavily as he takes in all the information to process. A slow breath into his hands, then: “So…” John starts, thinking he might know the answer to what he wants to ask, “how… bad was it?”.
John’s remaining ocean-blue eye is the most beautiful thing Sherlock has ever seen. He tries to restrain his emotions. “Everyone…” Sherlock choked, "always gives up after three.“ Sherlock places one of his hands over John’s, and the other over John’s heart. "Three months, John, you were unresponsive, and they were giving up on you. But never me, John. Never EVER me. They were… they were going to cut off your support today.” Tears start to roll down Sherlock’s cheeks as he recalls the argument he had with the doctors and his brother. “They… they allowed me one last day to say my good…” Sherlock chokes, “ – what I’ve always wanted to say. And you heard me, John,” A weak, watery smile is offered to John, “because I asked you to, for me.” A hiccup. “I love you, John. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if you did not pull through.”
John’s face does something Sherlock has never seen before, but he’s certain it’s something akin to fondness. “Sher–” John swallows heavily. “Sherlock. You idiot.” John reaches out for Sherlock, silently demanding physical contact with him. “You unbelievable idiot. Of course I came back for you.”
Sherlock’s resolve breaks when he glances to the hollow slit of John’s left socket, and sees it leak with tears. With a choked sob, Sherlock falls into John’s open arms, allowing himself to openly cry. One of John’s gentle hands starts to pet his hair, from crown to the base of his neck and back up, while the other holds Sherlock as close as he can with the awkward angle Sherlock is sitting at. John leans his head into Sherlock’s, and whispers into his ear: “I love you too, you idiot. Always have, always will.”
And there they stay until a nurse comes in and sees John awake, and runs to alert other personnel of their patient’s status.
ANYWAY. So that’s what I was thinking this morning. This was just supposed to be a shitpost. *shrugs*
hi! can you write a non magic au with drarry in like highschool where harry is popular and draco is more of an outsider and they like get stuck together in detention or something?
here you go! a note before the story. If you send me a prompt I might take a while to respond bc I write them as they inspire me so that I can write the best possible story for y’all. That’s it. Enjoy!
It was Friday night at Hogwarts High School and the football team was playing yet another game. Draco Malfoy was sitting in the stands, as per usual. He never really got into sports, however he was very into the left midfielder, Harry Potter. Though Harry would never actually like Draco back, he still liked watching him play.
Draco never actually talked to the bloke, you see, he wasn’t very popular in school. He sat alone at the library during lunch, always worked alone on projects if given the choice, and made sure to avoid any type of social interaction.
Harry, on the other hand, was the opposite. Everyone just seemed to love him. Girls would swarm around him (though he’s never had a girlfriend as far as Draco knew) and he always seemed to be surrounded by friends.
I NEED a BLURB ABOUT HOLDING HARRY BC HE is sad about his performance and you comfort him pleaseeee
Here you go, have some fluff :)
He was nervous.
He didn’t want me or anyone else to know he was, but I could tell. And who wouldn’t be? It was his first performance in over a year, and his first ever as a solo artist. I would have been nothing but a ball of nerves if it were me. He’d paced back and forth in the green room, spreading his fingers out as far as they would go, bringing them back into a fist over and over again, repeating the cycle each time he’d make it to the other end of the room and turn around on his heels.
I’d sat quietly on the sofa, nibbling on the display of fruit and crackers that sat in the middle of the coffee table. I was nervous too, but I said nothing unless it was to reply to a question, giving him the most space I possibly could. I’d asked him earlier if he would rather I took a seat in the audience, but he assured me he wanted me backstage, waiting for his return. Though he never expressed why exactly, I took it to mean he wanted me to be there for him, for him to see my face and perhaps share an embrace after he’d walked off stage, and I took comfort in that.
I’d watched his first performance on the monitor in the green room, sitting on the edge of my seat, my hands tucked underneath my thighs as I bit my bottom lip. By the end of the song, I’d felt my eyes well up, quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand before he saw. I could tell as soon as he walked in that he was less than pleased with himself. He’d missed a couple of notes, his voice raspier than usual from all the practicing, and once he’d even had to drop a word at the end of the phrase due to lack of air. I knew he had to be mentally scolding himself. But I’d thought it was flawless. He’d done it. He was Harry Styles, rockstar.
You and Jin were not public yet. Your relationship was new and the both of you did not want to go public just yet. He knew he couldn’t jump up and run towards you to give you a big kiss. When your name was called as the winner Jin had a strong urge to run to you and give you a hug, but he knew he couldn’t. He clapped in his seat, proud of his girlfriend.
Yoongi was backstage fresh off performing. The moment he got into the dressing room he shushed everyone as he watched the monitor in the room. He was so proud of you, knowing what you had to go through to get to where you are today. Yoongi had been there since day one. He anxiously waited for the winner to be announced. The moment he heard your name he jumped up and down. The moment you arrived backstage you were greeted by Yoongi’s smile and him ready for a huge embrace
Unfortunately, Namjoon was not able to attend the award show. He was in the midst of touring. He had been working all day so when he got to his hotel room the first thing he did was turning on the tv. He waited and watched. The moment the award you were nominated was being announced he got up. The moment your name was called he was so excited. He fell onto the bed excited. He may not have been there, but you knew he was watching. You received a call after the show from Namjoon, telling you how much he loved you and how proud he was of you.
Hobi had been anxiously waiting backstage to hear who would be the winner. You and Hobi had been together for a long time, he was there since day one. He saw you at your best and at your worst. He was there when you decided to follow your dream. He was there helping you day in and day out with your singing and your dancing. When the presenter called your name, he couldn’t help but smile. He was proud of his girlfriend.
Jimin and you were not public. Your relationship with Jimin was still pretty new, so both of you knew that any huge interactions would be prohibited. There were rumors of the two of you dating, so everyone was on there toes. When your name was announced as the winner Jimin couldn’t help but smile. As you were giving your speech the camera panned to Jimin. He was smirking at you, the love in his eyes was so prominent.
The moment your name was called Tae jumped up, forgetting that your relationship was still on the down low. He was too proud and excited that his beautiful girlfriend had finally won her first award. Tae was so happy that after you got off stage he ran to your table and gave you a big kiss, making your relationship public.
You and Jungkook were very reserved people when it came to your personal life. Which meant you didn’t flaunt your relationship around. The both of you attended the award show, but were seated separately. You had been nervous prior to the award show. You had worked so hard for the past year, Jungkook knew this. So when your name was announced as the winner, the both of you were so excited. You were on stage giving your speech. Jungkook thought the moment needed to be captured so he had to take his phone out and record it.
►Summary: Working at a secluded, confidential, military base,Of course, you would see different weird things,But you didn’t expect to see a hot alien,Demanding for you to follow him back home.
►Genre: Smut; Alien!au
►Word Count: 7 434
► Here is the long awaited alien!vixx for Leo. For new readers, I used his stage name to suit the storyline. Also read the other member version too if you’re intrested.
► Btw, if you guys have any suggestion on how what kind of plot you want to see for other member, feel free to drop it in my inbox. I have some ideas but I’m not sure about it though lol.
You watched. Stared. Or glared. Through the thick layers of glasses, you watched him. A tall, built figure was strapped on a chair, different wires attached to his body, connected to different monitors around you. His torso was flawless. On his temple there’s a black pattern, decorating them. Hidden from your vision, you knew that there’s the same pattern that ran down his spine. You catch a glimpse of them when the assistants strap him on that chair, stripping off his top to stick the wires on his chest. You were glad that his eyes were closed. But he wouldn’t see you even if they were open since you’re in the observation room protected by thick layers of one-way glass. The man you were glaring holes into, who called himself as Leo, is an alien. The reason you were glaring at him is because he had attempted to kidnap you earlier. You didn’t know how he managed to get in your lab. The first second you heard the blaring siren rang through the base, lights went out leaving you in the soft hue of the emergency lights and the next thing that you know he was standing in front of you, dressed in a black bodysuit and soft blue light glowing from his body.
This is my shoplifting story, this isn’t to scare you or to command you to stop; I just want to share with you my experience.
My name is Allyson and I am sixteen years old and I live in Texas. I happened upon the shoplifting side of tumblr earlier this day and it inspired me to share with you this.
Around this time last year, even more towards November, I shoplifted as much as all of the hauls I’ve scrolled through. I would go to Forever 21, Sephora, Ulta, Pacsun, HM, and basically stores of the kind. My hauls were anywhere from $10-$600. I was stealing makeup, clothes, accessories, and everything in between. The thought of getting caught always lingered in my mind. I can’t describe why I wasn’t as scared of it. Don’t get me wrong, the sight of a security officer scared the shit out of me, but the idea of getting caught was almost a fantasy. I was getting all this cool shit, so it didn’t really take effect on me. Even if it did, I wasn’t going to stop. I had a bigger wardrobe, a bigger makeup collection. For the first time I had many expensive things. Getting caught was scary, but my savings definitely were not.
Around March 2013, I was at the mall with my friends. We went almost every weekend at this point. Never even getting noticed for our sneaky fingers. We went to JCP, Sephora, Old Navy, Claires, etc. We were about to leave when we decided to go back to JCP. Now let me tell you, we were sneaky. very sneaky. We were not blatant. We read hundreds of articles, found a million different snippets of information to help us out. It only takes one guy to notice you. One. To go “hey they might steal something”.
This is the part most do not like to hear. I’m very sorry about this, but I really want to share this with you all. A bored guy in a monitor-filled room notices you, and it could all be over.
I was caught. We left the store and a very large man walks out the door and bellowed, “come with me”. He even smiled, that sly bastard.
I remember thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening.” “Is this real?”
That walk was the longest walk of my life. The walk to the back room. Time literally slowed around me. We walked into the back. We had already given him most of the things at one of the cash registers.
“If you lie, we have to fill it out in the report”. Of course we did. We had over $400 of merchandise between the three of us.
He eventually checked our bags. He found things, obviously. This part is a bit blurry, but I will try my best to tell you everything that happened.
He separated the merchandise by store. Then we called our parents. That was literally the worst thing I ever had to do in my entire life. They sounded extremely disappointed. It was the definition of terrible. From that back room, we entered another room (this one filled with the monitors), while the man called the police. I still have scars from sitting in that chair and digging my nails into my skin from fright. Our parents came and sat with us until the police arrived. The whole time the large man telling us we’ll have to spend the night in Juvy, obviously scaring the shit out of me even more.
I’m going to get through this part a bit faster.
The police showed up and we were charged with a Class B Misdemeanor Theft. In Texas that basically meant we stole more than $50 but less than $500. If you are not a minor, that is a sentence of confinement in jail for a term of not more than 180 days a fine of not more than $2,000, or both. Though, we were minors. We ended up not going to juvy, but were let go to our parents.
Literally worst car ride of my life. No yelling, just complete silence from my parents.
My parents received a bill from JCP of $339 in the mail around 2 weeks letter and I was scheduled to see an officer about my misdemeanor. I was given three months of classes to clear it from my record, and three months of probation.
So I’ll leave you with this.
I desperately wished somebody had told me this, and more importantly, that I would have listened.
It feels like it will never happen to you, but why potentially ruin your life by trying? Sorry for that spiel. I remember hating reading that kind of stuff, but it’s so entirely true; its scary. Some instances, you could potentially ruin your chances of a job and college.
I relate to all of you, I truly do. I am the same teenage girl, going through the same things.
While writing this, I had to take multiple breaks because recalling this is truly an extremely hard thing to do. I’ve had nightmares about this. It’s truly awful and I will never think of shoplifting the same way I did. As something fun.
If you have ANY questions, message me. Seriously, as long as it’s nothing rude, I will answer you. I promise.
. (Your choice)I do this so many of you all can see this. I am not sponsored by anyone to share my story; this is because I care about you all and I don’t want to see you go through what I went through.
Thank you very much if you got this far with me!
[Note: Sorry if this post has some badly written parts, going back through it and reading what happened to me literally almost makes me cry, so I cannot go back and go through it! Very sorry.]
A/N: I’m gonna go in mom mode right now and be very clear…Use protection and stay safe. Also, if you haven’t noticed, I really suck at summaries LOL This is another I wrote under a different character…happens
AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. ENJOY!
You stare at your husband, not completely sure that you’ve heard him correctly. “You’re giving a group of kids their own team?”
Bruce just sighs, “It’s not as bad as it sounds Y/N.”
Your voice goes into a bit of a higher pitch, “It sounds like you’re building an army of kids.”
Bruce pulls you down into his lap, “Dick hacked the justice league computers, got privileged information, infiltrated Cadmus, rescued a Superman clone, and discovered a potentially harmful operation. He’s gotten bored, he needs something with a bit more of a challenge.”
“He’s twelve Bruce, make him try out for lacrosse.”
Bruce just smirks, “Too much of a chance of exposure.”
“He’s twelve Bruce, he should be hanging out with kids his own age.”
Bruce just smirks, “With this team he will be.” The smirk fades as he sees the worry on your face “I’m in charge of the missions. There will be backup ready to go, and everything will be planned for. I’ll keep him safe.”
You curl into Bruce, and finally voice what you’ve been wanting to since the batman thing started, “I want in Bruce. I can’t sit at home and just worry anymore.”
He’s startled, you can tell from how he’s stiffened, “What are you saying?”
You just smile, “I want to be the den mother … so to speak. I want to make sure that these kids get at least a bit of normalcy.”
Bruce just smiles, a teasing look on his face, “Oh really, and what will your suite look like?”
You straddle his hips and kiss him, “Well, I was thinking jeans and a batman tee-shirt, codename batmom.”
Bruce just laughs and kisses your neck, “Batmom, I like it.”
“I figured I’d stick with the family theme.”
The laughter dies down and Bruce asks, “Are you sure?”
And you nod, “I’ll go in after work for a few hours, work monitor room duty when needed. And provide a support system. Basically the same things I do here.”
Bruce just kisses you and says, “You are so much more than just a support system Y/N, you’re my whole world. You brought me back from the edge. You keep this place going. You’re the light.”
You lean your forehead against his, “I love you, Bruce Wayne.”