my words don't always work right for me so this isn't want i wanted it to be

A little love for the signs (From a Libra sun, Leo moon)
  • Dear Aries: It doesn't matter how dark times are, you are there for me. And I know you will always support me. You can make me happy like no one else can. You can say something that isn't even funny and I have to laugh with you. I could talk all night with you. About anything. You are full of light, full of life. You deserve everything bright.
  • Dear Taurus: Even though I've never really been so close to you to say that, I want you to know that you're worth it. You are beautiful, your smile helps people not to give up. So don't give up on yourself. You're strong and I know you smile through the pain, but it's okay. We all go through that and I wanted to tell you that you're not alone.
  • Dear Gemini: You are funny, you are witty, you always know how to make me laugh. I am inspired by you. You are so sociable, yet you know how to be alone and overthink things. You can do decisions by yourself, you don't hesistate to make the right choice. I admire you for that. Also, your art is beautiful. You are art.
  • Dear Cancer: I know we haven't been best friends. I know we had fights and that you broke my trust too often. But I realized, you are only a human being, just as me. Everyone keeps making mistakes, but no one wants to admit that. I hope for you that you'll be happy in the future. I want you to concentrate more on yourself, not on others because you are you, and no one can be that for you.
  • Dear Leo: Whenever I talk to you, it feels like we understand each other without saying a word. You are passionate and you are optimistic. You are the person I look up to, you brighten everyone's day, yet no one knows if you're dying inside. You are beautiful and you know it. You taught me it's completely fine to love yourself. So do it.
  • Dear Virgo: You're so selfless. You always try to help me, doesn't matter if you understand me or not. I know that sometimes it's hard for you to show that you care about me, but I notice in this little things you do for me that you do care. And that's fine. You're human. It's okay to break down. It's okay to talk to someone. You will get through this all. I'm right here by your side.
  • Dear Libra: I feel like everyone of you is my sister or my brother. You can make me feel special without knowing it. When we're talking about god and the world, it's like I've known you all my life, even if it's just hours. I want you to look at the mirror and say "I'm proud". Be confident. Believe in youself. Only if you try that, no one will stop you from loving yourself and the world.
  • Dear Scorpio: I don't even know where to start. You changed my life. You taught me things in an emotional way I never thought I'd experience. With every wise word you said you took my breath away. It doesn't matter how much time will fly, I will always remember you. You are my first love and you make everything feel so real. Everytime you look at me, I feel special. You taught me how to love someone and I taught you how to love yourself. Be happy. No matter how we're gonna end, I want you to remember us. You deserve the entire universe.
  • Dear Sagittarius: You doubt yourself more than anyone else. You wear that beautiful smile everyday, but inside you don't even know who you are. I have so much fun with you everytime we do something together. Don't let that happiness die. People look up on you. And you have to do your own thing. Don't give a shit what others think. Find out what you need, what you want and what you love. Everything else will come by time.
  • Dear Capricorn: You are one of the stongest yet most broken person I know. Or should I say, pretend to know? You hide your emotions, afraid of being hurt or replaced. I tell you something: There are people who love you and care about you. There is hope. You can have whatever you want in life, if you're just willing to accept your feelings and yourself.
  • Dear Aquarius: Being around you is like jumping from one cloud to another. Everything feels easier. Even maths. Life is easier with you. The weight of all the bad things in life are gone. I don't know how you're able to make me feel like this, but I'm sure it makes you very special and I hope you never stop making people feel like this because it's one of the best feelings ever.
  • Dear Pisces: If I'm sad, I know I can always talk to you. You always have a solution to my problem. Even if it's just a sentence like "It's okay, we will find a way.", it works. It makes me feel better. You're the most selfless person I've ever met and you're always there for your loved ones. Just take care of yourself, too, because your life is as important as the lives of everyone else.
So, I know that I’m gonna get more hate by posting this, but I need to get it off my chest.

I don’t like Sterek.

Yup, I don’t. Actually, it makes me sick. The scene when Derek pushes Stiles against the lockers is abusive and people romantizicing it makes me wonder if people have actually learnt something about toxic relationships. The age gap between them (about ten years, give or take a couple of years) and the fact that people ship them the most when Stiles is a freshman (14 or 15 years old) makes it even worse.

But whatever, if you want to ship it, as long as you know that something like that is a problem in real life and should be avoided, I don’t care.

Originally posted by sam2119931

So, people, this I wrote here, I commented it today at a TW Latin America group. It was confession night. I was called homophobic (mmm, ????? I’m sorry???? When did I say that I don’t like Sterek because it’s a gay ship???), RACIST (literally no idea why the fuck) and even misándrica (I don’t know the word in English. It means “person who hates men and everything related to them”).

But even if that wasn’t enough, a girl had the fucking balls to go in my profil and noticed I ship Stydia. She got really triggered and said I didn’t like Sterek because it could get in my ship during 6b. She said Stydia was abusive because Lydia ignored Stiles and because she was involved with Jackson and Aiden when Stiles was in love with her.

I’m sorry, but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

So, it was basically the comment about Lydia doing wrong what made me angry. Not because of Stydia, but because of what implies.

“A is in love with B. B doesn’t know. They aren’t even friends. They don’t even talk. But B CAN NOT have a relationships with someone else and MUST be in one with A even when B doesn’t have any feelings for A”. I mean, you get it, right? IT SOUNDS SICKS. It destroys all the free will to reject someone. And that sounds HORRIBLY SIMILAR to rape. That is behind the thought “Lydia abused Stiles because she didn’t love him at first!!11!!1!”. 

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t want it, because I do and that’s enough”.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Don’t encourage that. Don’t encourage that thought. This post isn’t about Sterek or Stydia. It’s about HOW SICK you have to be to think liking someone forces him/her to like you back. That isn’t love or anything alike.

Love is “I want to see him/her happy even if his/her happiness isn’t because of me”. Love IS NOT “I want him/her to be with me and if he/she doesn’t want to, he/she is such a TERRIBLE person”.

Originally posted by patty-plmh


This post mentions Sterek, Stydia and Teen Wolf JUST BECAUSE it’s the reason behind me being upset. IT’S NOT ABOUT THEM. So PLEASE, don’t start a ship war. I do not want to know “how stupid I am because I ship Stydia” or  “how awful I am because I don’t like Sterek”. Really, I don’t.

Edit: Seeing people freak out because this has the Sterek tag and no the anti-Sterek tag, I will delete that tag. Let’s see if that makes you happy. And the “locker scene” that I mention up there, is not in or near a locker. I checked. It was a door. Sorry, my mistake. You lost the real point of the post. LOVE ISN’T ONE SIDED. LOVE DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT. But, of course, some people’d rather ignore that and focus in a mistake. Thanksssss, people.

anonymous asked:

Its weird but can you please do one where Hanzo kidnapped the reader a really long time ago and she's been his "wife" for a few years now and one of their many children starts showing symptoms of bring yandere (like they say they like someone at school and will make them like them back) and Hanzo is proud but reader is horrified and she strictly advises them to never hurt or make anyone do anything they don't want to and Hanzo is mad like ?? That's how I got you isn't it why would that be wrong?


It’d been such a long time since Hanzo had taken you and made you his wife, so long that you couldn’t imagine what your life would be like now if he hadn’t done so. You hardly ever left the home the two of you shared, much too busy with taking care of the children the two of you made together; you didn’t want them to be without a mother so you had long ago stopped trying to get away from your husband. 

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Richard Siken Quote Starters
  • I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway.
  • I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.
  • Vanity makes you say things like "I deserved a better life than this."
  • I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
  • Your world doesn't make sense.
  • Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
  • A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
  • I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride.
  • Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
  • Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere.
  • You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.
  • Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?
  • To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.
  • You want a better story. Who wouldn't?
  • Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.
  • If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.
  • He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
  • I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good.
  • Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren't.
  • You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.
  • We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven.
  • If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is.
  • Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.
  • You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
  • Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
  • Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
  • I'm sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined.
  • Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside.
  • I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say "I'll give you anything" but you never come through.
  • Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.
  • You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that.
  • I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
  • Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
  • I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
  • He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said.
  • Damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.
  • The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.
  • You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.
  • You're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist.
  • Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
  • I wouldn't kill your pony. I'd like to believe it, anyway.
  • Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don't, they'll die.
  • You're a train and I'm a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.
  • The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive.
  • I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.
  • I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
  • Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
  • You looked at me long enough to see something mysterious under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks.
  • In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
  • You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.
  • This is not harmless. You are not breathing.
  • Lesson number one -- be sneaky and have a plan.
  • I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.
  • You know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
  • Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
  • Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
  • When someone is trying to ditch you, kill you, never go back.
  • All wars are the same war.
  • We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
  • I'm not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better.
  • I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
  • Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.
  • Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying.
  • You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you're desolate.
  • Sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.
  • Someone is digging your grave right now.
  • There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.
  • Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired.
  • Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
  • At this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that it's a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
  • Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
  • I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
  • Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.
  • I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
  • I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.

@randl tagged me in a list of prompts and told me she wanted me to write all of them, so i’m accepting the challenge.

here’s the third one:

I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that? 

It’s just the two of them. 

And really, if he thinks about it, that’s usually the truth. Still, right now the intimacy of the night is heightened for more reasons than just the alcohol they’re passing back and forth. It’s got more to do than the privacy of the lake, of the familiarity of the truck behind them. The grass is cool, but the humidity sticks to them both. 

They’d stolen the jar from the pantry at Rhett’s house, a mason jar that’s unlabeled that Rhett had handed him with a raised eyebrow and a soft smile. It was a challenge, one that hung over Link’s head as he thought about all the things he’d been told about moonshine. 

Come to find out, most of them are true. He won’t be shocked if he wakes up in the morning and finds more hair on his chest. 

Right now, Rhett’s staring at him, and Link’s supposed to grab the jar from his big, sweaty palm. And even though he doesn’t think he can handle drinking anymore, he doesn’t let it stop him from grabbing the jar from Rhett– if only to stop him from drinking more, too. 

Somehow, the lip of the jar finds its way to Link’s mouth anyway, and a newly familiar burn starts in his throat, licks across his chest, warms his cheeks. He licks his lips with a small sound, a throaty laugh that Rhett returns gently. 

“What do you think’ll happen now?” 

Link knows what he’s asking. What’ll happen now that they’ve got all these plans made, ones that they had to make to replace previous ones, to replace promises, an oath? They had to rewrite the stars, it feels like. The job of digging away at fate, carving out a new path for themselves, was delegated when it wasn’t necessary, wasn’t warranted at all. And Link feels–

Well, he feels a little bitter about it, if he’s honest. His mother had told him similar things that Rhett’s dad had told him, except hers were gentle encouragements to think twice, to make sure it’s what he really wanted. 

Anyway, the point is they’re here now. This is the wall they’re staring at, and they’ll be okay. If he knows anything, he knows that much. Rhett’s right there, right next to him, so they’ll be okay. 

So, Link says, “I think we’ll just keep being us, bo. I think we’ll live this life the same way no matter what, you know?” 

“Yeah,” Rhett sighs, snatching the jar out of Link’s hands and taking a small, tentative sip to match all the other ones he’s taken tonight. 

Link’s mouth works around words that he’s been tasting for years now, his brain not catching up with the muscles to tell them to stop, and he slurs out a, “Hey, I really like you, Rhett. And I want you to know that before everything changes.” Before they aren’t right here anymore. Before the lake stops keeping their secrets.  

The look he gets in return is a blanched expression, like Rhett’s been caught, like Link’s got him trapped, got him cornered. To defuse the tension, Link mumbles a quick, “Never mind, man. Forget it, okay? Just– Just forget it, yeah? Give me the moonshine, it’s my turn.” 

“What do you mean, Link?” Rhett’s asking, jerking the jar back and away when Link lunges for it. “Naw, dude. What’d you mean you like me?” 

He can backpedal. He can shake his head and say he’s drunk, blame it on the thickness in his fingers and his numb tongue. Instead, he scrubs two hands over his face and laughs into the darkness of the night. Dropping his head, letting it hang between his shoulders, he takes a few steadying breaths. 

The thing is, this has been hanging around him for years. Maybe since they first met; he really doesn’t know anymore. Rhett’s just been there always. Rhett’s been the single thing that’s constant, that’s solid and sturdy in his life. He’s going to continue being that for Link, he just knows it. Admitting this might change that, Link thinks. So he hesitates. 

There’s a static pop between the two of them now, an unsteadiness that’s new and strange. Link buckles in for the impact, and says, “I like you, man.” He puts on his serious face. 

This time, Rhett’s look is soft, his eyes smiling and his mouth curling up slowly to catch up. And then he’s lunging forward before Link really knows what’s happening, his hands shoving Link back hard enough to have him landing on the ground with a solid thump. Before the spinning even stops, Link’s vision lands on a blur of Rhett straddling Link’s hips, looking down at him seriously. 

“Remember this moment in the morning,” he says, and Link nods, promises silently. 

When Rhett’s lips press against his, Link knows he won’t break his promise. 

anonymous asked:

Is it wrong for someone who is not Muslim to wear a hijab? I understand what the hijab stands for but I currently don't really have a religion. I was raised Christian but am just in a confusing place right now because I don't believe in Jesus. The reason I am asking is because my best friend is Muslim and she doesn't always wear a hijab but she does during Ramadan and it's always really hot here in Texas so I wanted to offer that when hanging out with her during Ramadan so she isn't alone.

Firstly I want to say that’s such a lovely thing to do for your friend :) I had a friend fast with me  couple of days during Ramadan back in high school and that was so supportive, so I’m sure that she will really appreciate you doing that.

It’s not wrong at all for someone who isn’t Muslim to wear a hijab :) some people get offended for some reason, but really the concept of hijab is not a Muslim only thing or a Muslim ‘invention’ - Orthodox Jewish women also wear a head covering, and until the last 100 years (even less!) Christian women would wear a head covering to work, and also there were/are many who wear a covering whenever they leave the house. And it’s not only the Abrahamic religions who have the concept of hijab, there are many religions eg Hindu across the world whose female followers have some sort of covering or shawl over their heads. These head coverings have been around for thousands of years - Islam is much younger than that. Modesty is certainly not reserved for Muslims, and so neither is hijab, since ‘hijab’ is just a word that describes that concept, and any woman (or man) who wants to observe it can do, for whatever reasons they want :)

People like to get offended by everything these days, so go ahead, do it, I’m sure your friend will appreciate it, and if some people have a moan at you about it, just say your Muslim friend is fine with it and what you wear on your head is none of their business - because it isn’t! I hope this helped! :)

A conversation between Thomas Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth in the Gotham prequel novel Dawn of Darkness, set two months before the Wayne murders in the Gotham premiere.
  • Thomas: If anything ever happens to me or, God forbid, me and Martha, I want your word that you'll be Bruce's guardian until he's an adult. You'll receive a generous compensation of course.
  • Alfred: This is in your wills already, isn't it?
  • Thomas: Yes, but to hell with wills, I want your word, Alfred.
  • Alfred: Did something happen today? Something that I should know about, sir?
  • Thomas: No, it was just, well, business as usual. This is just something that's been in the back of my mind, gnawing at me for a while, and I suppose the break-in last night got me thinking about it again. We're living in a dangerous world, here in Gotham, and things don't always work out as planned. I mean, the carnival always ends, right?
  • Alfred: Yes, indeed. Unfortunately that is always the case.
  • Thomas: Well, I just want to be prepared for the unforeseen. As you know, after Bruce was born, I didn't hire you to clean house and handle our lunch appointments. I could have hired any butler in Gothan for that. I hired you because you connected with Bruce the moment you met each other, and because of your, well, unique set of skills. I'm not a fool, Alfred. I was aware of the direction this city was heading and I knew that, unlike the Waynes of previous generations, Bruce would have to rely on far more than his name and fortune. He'll be a target someday - people are going to come gunning for him - and he has to learn how to fight. Both literally and figuratively. You're my secret weapon, Alfred. Martha and I are depending on you. So is Bruce.
  • Alfred: Well, I'm flattered, Mr. Wayne, and honored. Let's hope the carnival lasts for a very long time indeed, but I promise you that I'll look after the boy, and respect all of your wishes. You have my word.
  • Thomas: That's all I needed to hear.
The Snape Dialogues: Our New Celebrity
  • Time: Harry's first year, after that first Potions class before dinner
  • Place: Gryffindor common room
  • Students: Harry, Ron and Hermione sit around a square, low table where they are doing their homework - Hermione is studious but Harry is brooding, and Ron is doodling
  • Hermione: You've been studying the flames in the fire forever, Harry. What are you thinking of?
  • Harry: Potions.
  • Ron: *looks up* Snape hates you mate.
  • Hermione: *indignant* He does not, Ron!
  • Ron: Yes he does, Hermione. He was picking on Harry all through class and if looks could... *Harry is standing, stares a bit more in decision* Harry?
  • Harry: I have to go talk to Professor Snape. I'll meet you later at dinner. *before Ron can stop him or Hermione can protest he has gone through the portrait door, and vanished*
  • Place: Down in the dungeons, Professor Snape's Office.
  • Snape: *glances up from his paperwork as there is a knock on his door* Come. *as the door opens he is surprised to see that annoying first year Gryffindor that has plagued his thoughts since the boy's impending arrival* Potter...
  • Harry: I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Snape, but I think we need to talk.
  • Snape: *points to one of two ladder-back wooden chairs in front of his desk - Harry sits then squirms to find a comfortable place* Stop fidgeting, Potter. That chair offers no comfort to my visitors. Now, why have you interrupted me?
  • Harry: *hesitates as he clasps his fingers tautly in his lap* I'm not a bad student, Professor Snape. *the older wizard does not answer other than a raised eyebrow which tells Harry his teacher does not believe him* I know I couldn't answer anything in class but... *lifts his book bag to his lap and starts rummaging around in it then takes out his Potions notebook - he pushes it across the desk* First page, Sir. It's new.... uhm... please look?
  • Snape: *picks up the notebook and flips the cover to reveal the first page - Harry has written upon it with somewhat blotchy letters but a steady hand* That is my speech word for word. Did someone write this down for you, Potter?
  • Harry: *sighs and shakes his head* No, Sir, that's my writing. Your speech was brilliant and I wanted to remember it.
  • Snape: Indeed. *closes the notebook and puts it down upon the surface of his desk* Then perhaps you will enlighten me as to why you had not read the first chapter of today's lesson.
  • Harry: *hesitates and shifts even though nothing can make him feel comfortable - the Potions Master simply waits - finally he speaks in a soft voice* My... wouldn't... read...
  • Snape: *scowls* Potter, speak up or I will send you away for wasting my time.
  • Harry: *nods nervously, then blurts* My Uncle wouldn't let me read any of my textbooks. He locked them in the basement after I came home from Diagon Alley.
  • Snape: That sounds a bit extreme. Were you being punished for some infraction, Potter.
  • Harry: *knows that his teacher is thinking the worst of him* Always, Professor Snape. My relatives don't like me and they like magic even less. Headmaster Dumbledore sent my aunt and uncle a note with my letter telling them I had to go but they still tried to stop that from happening.
  • Snape: *leans forward and puts his elbows upon the surface of his desk - he is intrigued, now* Tell me, Mr. Potter, of the day Hagrid was sent to fetch you to take you to Diagon Alley.
  • Harry: *shifts again, coughs once nervously, and is surprised to find a glass of water hovering in front of him - he takes it and drinks* Thank you, Sir. *a wave of his teacher's hand and the water is Vanished* Well, when the first letter for me showed up by owl my Uncle burned it. It just kind of exploded at that point. By the end of the day there were lots of owls outside the house and letters were exploding through the windows and down the chimney. My uncle grabbed me and my cousin and we got in the car where Uncle Vernon drove us all the way to the ocean and rented us a tiny cabin practically out in the ocean. Aunt Petunia was sure no one would find us and my cousin and I were sent to bed. *he drew in a deep breath and then related how he woke at midnight to celebrate his birthday and then Hagrid arrived, yelled at his aunt and uncle, gave Dudley a pigtail, and took him away to London* Diagon Alley was just brilliant, Sir! *he smiles*
  • Snape: For any first year, be they Muggle-born or wizard-born it is a truly magical sight, Mr. Potter. Now, relate to me what happened when you returned home.
  • Harry: *sighs knowing he would have to reveal things he didn't even want to think about* Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard and locked my new trunk and all of my stuff in the basement. Hedwig, my owl, got away and I think she flew to Hogwarts. So, you see I would have read all of my textbooks just like Hermione did but... I couldn't.
  • Snape: You had a few hours before classes began today, Mr. Potter. Why did you not read anything in that time?
  • Harry: *fidgeting once more* I don't want to get my new friend in trouble.
  • Snape: *sits back and unclasps his hands* Then, there is no more to say, Potter...
  • Harry: *grimaces* Fine! All right... I was going to read some of my textbooks and Hermione even suggested I could read with her but Ron took my books and hid them and told me we didn't have to do anything until we got homework. Please don't punish Ron, Sir, he'll stop being my friend.
  • Snape: *peers at the boy* And, that is important to you, is it not? Having your friends. *Harry nods miserably - sure that Ron will never be friends with him again* Technically, your friend is correct in that you really need not do anything before the formal start of term. *leans slightly forward* However, we teachers suggest that you prepare for classes before term starts which is one of the reasons we send your letters a month in advance of the term's start. *Harry is about to interrupt but his teacher holds up his hand* Yes, Mr. Potter, I do understand that your guardians were averse to you even having your Hogwarts things near. And, I should like to understand more about this 'cupboard' of yours.
  • Harry: *looks down at clasped hands* Uhm... you heard me say that out loud, huh?
  • Snape: *smirks* My hearing is quite good, Mr. Potter. The 'cupboard' issue aside for now, allow me to ask you this... if you liked my speech before class, what did you hope Potions would be like before you attended.
  • Harry: *brightens* Well, that's real magic, isn't it? Hermione told me that Potions isn't just stirring a bunch of ingredients together. It's using your own magic to make the potion what it is. I told her it was like the Chemistry I saw on television. It's science. It's discovering how to make neat things to help others. *deflates visibly* It... uhm... sorta doesn't seem that way now.
  • Snape: *rises from his desk* Follow me, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *obediently and curiously follows his teacher through an inner door to the Potions classroom - the Potions Master indicates to the Boy-Who-Lived to sit at his work table while he Summons a book from his desk* This is Daimon Grayling's Book of Potions. It contains recipes for a variety of potions I use beyond the textbooks in all of my classes. I should like you to turn to page 94, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *takes the book, notes that it is stained and well-worn, and then he turns to the requested page* Hush-A-Bye Elixir. It sounds pretty. What does it do?
  • Snape: It was created by a young Hogwarts student for her NEWTs in 1977 and it is intended to be a gentle sleep aid for colicky babies. I would like for you to brew it, perfectly, without my input. All the ingredients are in the cabinet and the recipe details precisely what you need to do as you are brewing. I have lesson plans to go over so I will be at my desk. Only call upon me if you are in serious need of help. Begin, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *watches as the professor leaves his side so he reads the recipe, picks up the book, and gathers the ingredients he will need - soon he is brewing*
  • Time: An Hour later
  • Harry: *a smile fills his face as his potion fades from a muddy blue to a soft - pillowy - blue*
  • Snape: Very good, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *his head jerks up - he was not expecting his teacher behind him* I did it, Professor Snape.
  • Snape: *actually smiles - sort of* Indeed, Mr. Potter. You did acceptably well.
  • Harry: *beams and looks at his potion* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... Professor? I know I've never heard of her but who was it that created this potion?
  • Snape: *sighs wistfully* A very talented potions student, Mr. Potter. Her name was Lily Evans. *Harry's jaw drops, and his teacher stretches out a finger to tap the boy's mouth closed* Your mother, Mr. Potter. *he hands the happily shocked student a note and Harry takes it slowly* You have missed dinner. This gives you permission to receive your meal in your common room. Clean up and then you are dismissed, Mr. Potter. *returns to his desk*
  • Harry: *quickly cleans his work table and then bottles the potion then takes it to his teacher* Can anyone use this potion, Professor Snape?
  • Snape: *takes the large bottle* I will put the Hush-A-Bye into single dose ampoules which I will send to Slug & Jiggers in your name. That should provide you with a tidy allowance for whatever you wish to use the gold for.
  • Harry: *beyond over-joyed* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... yeah... really... thank you! *turns and trots to the door of the classroom but then he stops, turns, and turns a serious expression upon his face* You aren't going to change towards me in class and stuff, aren't you, Professor?
  • Snape: *shakes his head slowly* I cannot change, Mr. Potter. However, you are invited to bring questions and concerns to me before dinner. Use a Disillusionment Charm, though, and no one shall ever know.
  • Harry: *nods - and then leaves*
  • Snape: *studies the potion then looks towards the closed door* I will know about your 'cupboard' next time, Mr. Potter.
trans man hawke headcanons


(originally intended to be specific to my hawke but ur welcome to reblog & tag ur own hawke/add ur own headcanons the more the merrier)

  • bethany is the first person hawke tells, when it’s just the two of them, and she helps him cut his hair. it’s an utter disaster and when she sees, leandra immediately flies into action to save the terrible haircut while malcolm watches and laughs.
  • hawke waits a while to tell the rest of his family because he’s so nervous. he knows his parents love him but what if they only love him as a girl? bethany holds his hand under the table while he tells them, and hugs him right after. it’s still scary, but she helps.
  • malcolm understands at once, but leandra has never come across this before. it takes her a long time to stop ‘mourning her daughter’ and realise she is hurting her son.
  • when carver discovers he isn’t the only hawke son, he locks himself in his room. he emerges rather sheepishly several hours later and offers some of his clothes to hawke for him to try out.
  • he asks people to call him ‘hawke’ because he knows he wants to change his name before he knows what he wants to change it to. ‘hawke’ is an easy middle ground, and it sticks.
  • there’s a gaggle of kids who give hawke a hard time when he goes into town, laughing at his short hair and his boy’s clothes. hawke grits his teeth and ignores them, but he comes home crying more than once. carver disappears one day and returns with a split lip and a grin. the kids don’t bother hawke again.
  • malcolm stumbles over pronouns at first, and hawke is too nervous to correct him. but bethany is always there to step in and gently remind their father for him, and soon malcolm is always getting it right.
  • leandra doesn’t remember so well, and finally hawke ends up crying when she forgets and misgenders him yet again. malcolm finds his son out in the barn and sits with him, tells hawke how brave he is, how proud they are of him, how much they both love him. when they come back inside, leandra cries her way through an apology and promises to do better.
  • the family has to move once because a man deliberately misgenders hawke and bethany sets his trousers on fire. their parents are angry at her for putting herself in danger, but her brothers stand up for her. leandra can’t help thinking this is the closest she’s ever seen the siblings.
  • the first time hawke hears leandra refer to him as ‘my son’ to someone, he can’t stop smiling all day.
  • helping hawke choose a new name becomes something of a family ritual while preparing for dinner, batting names around the room. bethany picks names from romance novels, carver suggests the names of his heroes, and malcolm invents outrageously long and ridiculous names that invariably involve terrible puns.
  • leandra is upset at the thought of hawke changing his name - they named him after malcolm’s mother - but eventually even she joins in, drawing on family naming traditions in her suggestions.
  • sometimes hawke worries whether it was worth putting his family through all this trouble, changing his relationship with them for ever. but then bethany calls him her brother, or leandra calls him her son, or someone refers to ‘the hawke boys’, and it just feels so right and he feels warm inside, all over again.
Surprise visit

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Dr. Harrison Wells x Reader

Summary: When depression stops you from being around people you decide to call in sick and stay at home. But Harrison shows up because he wants to be there for you. 

Originally posted by acewest360

It was one of those days. Staying at home with the door carefully locked and the phone turned off was the best you could do all day. You didn’t want to meet anyone so going to S.T.A.R. Labs was out of the question. In the morning you called your supervisor to tell him you didn’t feel well and you were aware that he knew without asking what the real problem was.

Every once in a while you glanced at the clock on the wall across the room and, while it felt like several hours had passed already, in reality it was usually ten minutes tops since your last glance at it. You hated it, the weird perception of time that only annoyed you even more.

Then the doorbell rang but you ignored it. Well, at least you tried because whoever was standing outside didn’t give up and you had no other choice but to open the door and tell them to go to hell. It was rude but effective.

Once you opened it just enough to see the unwanted guest you sadly noted it was him, Harrison who apparently loved to show up uninvited. He usually did whatever he wanted to and no one ever tried to tell him no. Well, at least you definitely didn’t. Except for this time, because now you closed the door almost immediately.

But he didn’t give up and knocked, loudly and not stopping until you opened it. “You didn’t come to work today,” he stated.

“I don’t feel well. If you want to fire me for this just go ahead, I was planning to quit anyway,” you told him then tried to close the door, but he quickly put his foot in the way to keep it open. “Pull back your foot.”

“No. Not until you tell me what the hell is going on with you.”

“It’s none of your business.

Letting out a frustrated sigh he massaged the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “It’s my business if it concerns you, Y/N. And I would never fire you because I need you on my team and in the lab,” he added with a shrug.

As you closed your eyes, you rested your forehead against the edge of the door. “Are you done?” you asked quietly.

“No, let me in,” Harrison said as if it was an order, not a request.

“I guess it’s pretty obvious that I don’t want you here.”

He suddenly let out a desperate laugh and put his hand on the doorframe. “What have I done?” he asked with his blue eyes set on you, almost begging for an answer. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what?”

“Shutting me out. Look, let’s just talk this through. If you want to end what’s going on between us, fine, but do me a favor and say it to my face, right here and right now.”

You shook your head, unable to decide what to say next. You didn’t want to explain him anything but he still deserved some sort of an explanation; after all he came all the way here to visit you. “Okay, here you go: I don’t want you around and I’ll even talk to the HR department about quitting my job at S.T.A.R. Labs.”

Now that you said this one out loud it became obvious that you actually wanted this; you wanted to quit. Maybe do something completely different, something that didn’t require any sort of responsibility. You were then snapped out of your thoughts by Harrison who didn’t seem to be fond of the idea.

“You can’t do that.”

“Excuse me?”

“I won’t let you quit, I won’t accept it. Why don’t we talk about it inside?”

“Fine,” you say before opening the door wide enough to let him in.

But what he did next caught you off guard because you didn’t expect him to kiss you. No, you definitely didn’t expect him to act like this. Harrison wasn’t the nicest being on the planet after all, his behavior often drove people away. Sure, when it came to you he was often nice, though whenever you met in S.T.A.R. Labs he kept his distance. It was professional and understandable, of course, and you appreciated it.

Still you pushed him away, angry about how much he disrespected your privacy and wish to be left alone. “What the hell are you doing? Are you out of your mind?”

“That usually works,” he told you with a smug smile.

“Well, not this time.”

“You can’t shut me out forever, you know,” Harrison explained, following you to the living room. “Also, I know about your depression and I just can’t leave you alone when you’re like this.”

“Crazy?” you offered with raised eyebrows, your head tilted to the side.

After running his hand through his dark hair, making it messier than it usually was, he reached out and put his hands on your shoulders. “Let me help you through this.”

“You can’t help.”

“Have you eaten anything today?”


“Alright, then I’ll cook something,” Harrison said with a short nod. “Until then you should go and take a bath, okay?”

“I’m not hungry,” you pointed out quietly, taking a step back. Be cautious; that’s the only thought that appeared in the back of your mind, being repeated over and over again. This wasn’t like Harrison. Normally he was… He was complicated and definitely not boyfriend material.

“You need to eat something.”

As you walked away you ran your hands through your hair, just like he had done a few minutes ago. “Harrison, please, don’t do this. Don’t try to be nice.”

“I’m always nice with you,” he said and you could hear the hint of disappointment in his voice. Maybe this time he was being honest. Strange.

“Yeah but it’s creepy,” you told him, quickly realizing how badly this sentence sounded. “I mean, considering how you behave with others most of the time.”

“You’re paranoid but it’s your depression talking.” Harrison let out a sigh and sat on the back of the couch, watching you quietly for a couple of minutes before speaking up again. “Alright, let’s forget dinner. Just go and get some sleep.”

You shot an angry look at him then said, “You’re not my dad.”

“Oh, yes, thank god I’m not,” Harrison said as he laughed, unable go on just yet. This was definitely a first. Had you even seen him laugh before? You weren’t sure. “That would make things between us quite… illegal, wouldn’t it? Look, I won’t say a word, I just want to be here for you.”

“Leave. Now.”

He shook his head, walked over to you and gently placed a hand on the side of your neck. “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Why is it so hard to understand that I want to be alone?”

“I understand it, I just don’t care about it.” Now that definitely sounded like Harrison. “The last thing I want is you doing something stupid.”

“What does that supposed to mean, Harrison?”

“Listen,” he began, biting his lower lip for a moment, “this, what I’m doing right now, is something I don’t do often. For some reason I simply can’t stand the idea of you being alone now so please, just let me stay here tonight.”

You forced smile on your lips as you looked him in the eye, shivering from the intensity of his gaze. “If you’re planning to say I love you or something I’ll throw up. It’s just a friendly warning.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he assured you then kissed your forehead. For a second you believed he finally understood what you’d been talking about all along but it wasn’t the case. When he spoke up again his voice was quiet, as if he didn’t even want you to hear his words. “But I do love you nonetheless.”

anonymous asked:

gallavich prompt: can you do something where one of them has an accident and forgets who the other is? :)

// ok I’ve given this my best shot…it’s a total standalone, full on oneshot, completely unrelated to my gallavich queer club universe (but trust me there is lots more of that coming!) enjoy //

‘Im sorry Mr Gallagher but he has amnesia.’

Ian sighed. 'But he’s going to remember? It’ll come back?’

'We can’t know anything for certain. I don’t want to promise something that may not happen. You’re free to visit him now, though. He’s awake.’

So Ian walked slowly down the corridor, breathing in the harsh chemical smell of the hospital. He just wanted to get to the room and see Mickey, yet he walked slower than ever. He knew that every step he took was a step closer to discovering something terrible.

'Can I come in?’, he called, knocking on the door. The man in the bed frowned at him, confused.

'I think you have the wrong room, man,’ he said, shrugging blankly.

Ian’s heart almost stopped. 'Mickey. It’s me. It’s Ian’, he whispered, shocked.

Mickey’s eyes widened. 'How the fuck do you know my name?’, he said, his tone suspicious and body inching away from Ian in caution, who had now entered the room.

Ian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I have loved you for just shy of eight years.’

'I’m not a fucking fag,’ Mickey spat aggressively, but his eyes were fearful.

'You’ve got to be kidding me,’ Ian muttered incredulously. Mickey had reverted back to how he was before coming out. Before even knowing Ian. He walked up close to Mickey and got up close, the words falling slowly but piercingly out of his mouth. 'I don’t know what year you think you’re in, but back in 2014, you came out. You practically screamed it. Your dad beat the shit out of us, but we won. We went home and showered together and we didn’t fuck that night. We kissed with our broken faces and just lay side by side all night. Toe to toe, head to head. I held you. I kissed away your tears. And then, Mickey, then you rested your ear over my chest and you fell asleep listening to my heartbeat.’ Mickey was staring at him, paralysed. Ian wondered if he’d gone too far, but he didn’t stop. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I can’t count the number of times I’ve fucking screamed out your name each time you coaxed my body into an orgasm…which you reciprocated nicely, might I add. Usually I top. But liking what you like don’t make you a bitch, isn’t that right?’

'I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but you need to shut your fucking mouth,’ Mickey practically whimpered. Then Ian calmed down a little. He realised that this wasn’t Mickey’s fault. So he spoke softly and less aggressively.

'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because six months ago, we got married. In the park here in Chicago. Our sisters were bridesmaids. Your brothers didn’t show up. But mine became yours. Lip was my best man. Kev was yours. And Yev was ring bearer. Your son - our son.’ Mickey was speechless. 'He’s almost five. And these are the rings he carried down the aisle to us,’ Ian said, holding up his hand to show the thick, plain silver band snug on his fourth finger. Then he tentatively reached out to run his thumb over Mickey’s identical ring. Mickey instinctively snatched his hand away like Ian’s touch burned him. 'In your vows, you told me that you loved me beyond any and all things. And you told me again later, when it was just us, because I still couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream. Because I love you too, Mickey. So, so much,’ Ian told him, tears in his eyes, desperate. He clasped Mickey’s hand now and held on, his husband’s hand, the hand he knew better than his own, as he cried silently.

Mickey stared at their hands, fingering the ring on his finger, frowning. 'I don’t know where to even begin…they told me I had some amnesia but…how could I forget so much? There’s just, years and years missing. Years with you, apparently. You don’t seem like the sort of guy I could forget’, he whispered.

Ian raised his eyebrows. 'Was that - are you flirting?’ he almost laughed.

Mickey looked away awkwardly. 'Look, I know I’m gay. I’ve always known. I never kiss guys. Don’t want them to get attached…well. I don’t want to get attached to them, honestly.’

'You kiss me plenty. All of that playing-it-straight crap went to shit after a couple years with me.’

'Am I really married? To you?’ Ian reached for his wallet.

'I’ll bring more pictures from home, tomorrow - but I always have this one with me. This is us. Last May.’ Ian showed him the little rectangular picture.

'We look good,’ Mickey remarked, but the two men in tuxes with matching grins looked like strangers to him. There was a pause. 'Do I really have a kid?’

'Yes. He’s here,’ Ian said, flipping the pockets of the wallet over and revealing a photo from a year or so ago, of Yev sat on the couch at Ian and Mickey’s place. 'Yevgeny. We all call him Yev.’

'What kind of a -’


'Why?’ Ian considered how to answer. 'Who’s his mother?’

Ian sighed. 'It’s a long story. I’ll tell you another day.’ Mickey didn’t persist.

'How did we meet?’

Ian smiled. 'It was 2011. We were still living out our teenage years, though yours were nearly over. You thought I’d - hurt your sister and you just burst into the shop where I used to work, screaming out my name. Wouldn’t be the last time you did that…anyway. We didn’t really meet until I came to your place one morning. We started out fighting, pretty hard, but then you pinned me down and - I just remember our eyes locked and we just stared at each other, and we just knew. And then we were just doing it. Fucking in your twin bed. I was fifteen. Shit.’ He sighed. 'We kept hooking up in secret. Always rushing through the sex. Terrified of getting discovered. That was more you than me, but still. We didn’t even kiss for, like, two years. Not that I didn’t try. But we used to flirt shamelessly. That was more me than you. You were nothing like anyone I’d ever known. I didn’t think you could exist. But you did. Eventually you seemed to just accept that you wanted me and you weren’t going to deny yourself pleasure anymore. It was literally destroying you, Mick.’


Ian had gone to get them both coffee. On the walk back, he reflected. It was still unbelievable. And unfair. But when hadn’t things been with them? He didn’t know how he could tell Mickey everything. Svetlana. Terry. His bipolar. The accident. How could everything about them have been wiped clean out of his head?

As he returned, he was broken out of these thoughts by Mickey’s voice ringing down the corridor. He was…singing? Ian listened.

'And I don’t want the world to see me, cos I don’t think that they’d understand’, Mickey sang, scratchy but pure.

Ian stood in the doorway, frozen. Mickey noticed. 'Are you ok?’, he asked.

'Mick…why were you singing that song?’, he asked in a choked whisper.

Mickey shrugged. 'I don’t actually know. I seem to remember it from somewhere. And it’s - it’s nice. I guess,’ he said, puzzled. 'Why?’

Ian stepped inside the room slowly. 'That was the song we danced to at our wedding. It’s our song, it’s our fucking song’, he said, then sang the next line, voice shaking, 'when everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.’

They didn’t say anything. They just stared at each other, both searching for things that the other didn’t know how to give.

Mickey slowly slipped off the ring and held it. 'So I can remember our wedding song but not the wedding’, he murmured bitterly.

Ian noticed Mickey’s eyes fill with tears. He knew him well enough to know that any second he would begin crying. He walked over and held Mickey, not caring if the gesture was too sudden - if his husband was crying, he was going to comfort him. Sure enough, Mickey gave a loud sob, then tears fell down his face as he began to cry. Ian absentmindedly stroked his neck, planted little kisses in his hair; it was second nature. 'Sorry,’ he said after a moment, worrying Mickey would react adversely to the affection.

Mickey shook his head. 'It’s fine. It’s - nice. That’s not it.’

'Then what?’

'It’s just…I want to remember it, all of it. Not only for my sake but for yours too, this isn’t fair to either of us’, Mickey sobbed.

Ian nodded. 'I know. I know’, he said, feeling tears sting his own eyes. After everything they’d been out through, this just felt like the sickest, most fucked up twist of fate.

Mickey slowly turned and looked at Ian. He had somehow ended up curled against Ian’s chest, a familiar position. They were so close; Ian could feel his breath on his neck and it took all the strength he had not to kiss Mickey. It was too soon, it was too soon, he kept telling himself.

But then Mickey reached up, slowly, tracing the outline of Ian’s face. Tentative at first, then coming to cradle Ian’s face in his palm. Mickey’s eyes fell to his lips.

'Oh fuck,’ Ian murmured, and gave in. He kissed him hard, and then Mickey returned the kiss, deepened it. Ian’s hands ran through Mickey’s hair and they really tasted each other. Ian couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how familiar he was. That was the beauty of it.

'Your kiss. I’ve had it before’, Mickey said breathlessly.

Ian smiled. 'My lips are clearly a pretty unforgettable experience’, he smiled through his tears. Mickey laughed.


Mickey had fallen asleep in his arms and Ian had stayed, holding him. It reminded him of old times, before the accident. They lay together on the bed, Ian breathing in the same old smell. The blood and the hospital couldn’t erase it; it was, unmistakably, home.

'Ian? Are you awake?’, he whispered.

Ian looked down at his husband. 'Yeah. I’m here.’

'I just want to say. I’m - I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. I can’t imagine how hard it must be’, he said.

'It’s not your fault’, Ian began, but Mickey cut across -

'regardless. I’m sorry. And when the doctor sees me tomorrow, I’m going to find out how I can beat this thing - if I can. If I can’t, well…’, he trailed off, unsure what would happen.

'Then we’ll work through it. I vowed to take you in sickness and in health’, Ian reminded him. 'God knows you’ve done that for me. Look, I love you, Mickey. I will always love you. And I know you’ve forgotten how to love me, but I’ll remind you. I want you to remember, to feel it all again’, he whispered, kissing his neck.

Mickey smiled. 'Thank you, firecrotch,’ he muttered as his eyes closed, drifting back into sleep.

Ian’s heart jolted and he closed his eyes, grinning, as more tears came. 'You’re on your way back, aren’t you,’ he whispered, kissing Mickey’s forehead gently. He didn’t think his old nickname had ever made him cry before.

But that was their relationship. Expect the unexpected. Always.

// the end! PLEASE keep sending me prompts, I gotta write every day this month! //

Take Me Home sentence starters
  • "Come on and let me sneak you out."
  • "We'll be doing what we do, just pretending that we're cool."
  • "I know we only met, but let's pretend it's love."
  • "Don't overthink, just let it go."
  • "If we get together, don't let the pictures leave your phone."
  • "We wanna live while we're young."
  • "If you don't wanna take it slow and you just wanna take me home, baby, say yeah."
  • "I just wanna show you off to all of my friends."
  • "Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me."
  • "You've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I'll love them endlessly."
  • "I'm in love with you."
  • "You'll never treat yourself right, darlin', but I want you to."
  • "Come on and dance with me, baby."
  • "I been watching you all night."
  • "Let me be your last first kiss."
  • "I wanna be the first to take it all the way like this."
  • "I'm afraid you'll run away if I tell you what I've wanted to tell you."
  • "Maybe this is a mistake."
  • "Seein' you with him just don't feel right."
  • "You're all I ever wanted, thought you would be the one."
  • "Now that you're gone, I can't stand dumb love songs."
  • "Do you remember summer '09?"
  • "It was the best time of my life."
  • "They can never shut us down."
  • "I used to think that I was better alone."
  • "Why did I ever wanna let you go?"
  • "The words you whispered I will always believe."
  • "We should say goodbye."
  • "Are we friends or are we more?"
  • "If you say you want me to stay, I’ll change my mind."
  • "Up in my head I'm your boyfriend, but that's one thing you've already got."
  • "Reality ruined my life."
  • "Feels like I'm constantly playing a game that I'm destined to lose."
  • "I can't compete with your boyfriend."
  • "Would he love you like I would?"
  • "I'd never leave her."
  • "It's no joke to me."
  • "Can we do it all over again?"
  • "You know I can tell that your heart isn't in it, or with it."
  • "We can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start."
  • "You'll never know how to make it on your own."
  • "But do you really want to be alone?"
  • "Baby, you don't have to worry, I'll be coming back for you."
  • "I've never been so into somebody before."
  • "Tell me nothing's gonna change."
  • "We're too young to know about forever."
  • "This love is only getting stronger."
  • "I just wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl."
  • "I bet you if they only knew, they would just be jealous of us."
  • "They don’t know I've waited all my life just to find a love that feels this right."
  • "They don’t know how special you are."
  • "They don’t know what you’ve done to my heart."
  • "They can say anything they want 'cause they don’t know us."
  • "It's between me and you, our little secret."
  • "Can't believe you're packing your bags."
  • "Don't promise that you're gonna write, don't promise that you'll call, just promise that you won't forget we had it all."
  • "You always will be my summer love."
  • "Wish that we could be alone now, we could find some place to hide."
  • "So please don't make this any harder, we can't take this any farther."
  • "She's addicted to the feeling of letting go."
  • "I'm the only one that gets to take her home."
  • "Every time I tell her that I want more, she closes the door."
  • "She's so afraid of falling in love."
  • "Maybe she's just trying to test me."
  • "Maybe all her friends have told her 'don't get closer, he'll just break your heart'."
  • "Every time I tell her how I feel, she says it's not real."
  • "I was the only one who loved you from the start."
  • "When I see you with him it tears my world apart."
  • "I've been waiting all this time to finally say it, but now I see your heart's been taken and nothing could be worse."
  • "Had my chances, could have been where he is standing."
  • "I loved you first."
  • "I never understood what love was really like, but I felt it for the first time looking in your eyes."
  • "Together we're so good, so why are you tearing me apart?"
  • "Did I do something stupid?"
  • "There's gotta be some way to get you to want me like before."
  • "No one ever looked so good in a dress and it hurts cause I know you won't be mine tonight."
  • "You say to everybody that you hate me, couldn't blame you 'cause I know I left you all alone."
  • "I was so stupid for letting you go, but I know you're still the one."
  • "I can't believe that you are here and lying next to me."
  • "I'm just the underdog who finally got the girl."
  • "Somehow you kicked all my walls in."
  • "Should I act so cool like it was no big deal?"
  • "Here's the tragic truth if you don't feel the same, my heart would fall apart if someone said your name."
  • "I hope I'm not a casualty, hope you won't get up and leave."
  • "Might not mean that much to you, but to me it's everything."
  • "Come on over, I don't care if people find out."
  • "They say that we're no good together and it's never gonna work out."
  • "I know you wanna be bad."
  • "Kissed you once now I can't leave."
  • "Everything you do is magic."
  • "Don't try to make me stay."
  • "Heartache doesn't last forever."
  • "Should I see someone else?"
100 ways to say 'I love you.' Girl Meets World edition
  • 1. "Because if this is my world now, the first person I want in it is you."
  • 2. "If I've forgotten to say thank you, I'm saying it now."
  • 3. "I came over to check on you."
  • 4. "You want me to bring you lunch?"
  • 5. "I'll never take this [friendship ring] off until I die."
  • 6. "I have no interest living in a world without you. [Riley and Farkle]"
  • 7. "[Maya] has something very special."
  • 8. "I think we're cute together."
  • 9. "You get me."
  • 10. "I will never get sick of you."
  • 11. "My life is so much better for having you in it."
  • 12. "I've always known your name."
  • 13. "That's what's so beautiful about you."
  • 14. "You make me happy."
  • 15. "I want my Farkle back."
  • 16. "I'm in it for the long game."
  • 17. "You will always be my favorite chump."
  • 18. "I finally like you!"
  • 19. "You can borrow any of my clothes whenever you want."
  • 20. "I'm so proud of you."
  • 21. "Hey! Nobody laughs at her but me."
  • 22. "Did they change her diapers?"
  • "We haven't yet, but we will when she's old."
  • 23. "You, me, Earth. Let's do this thing."
  • 24. "You grew up to be a really good person."
  • 25. "Because with you around, I feel really good about myself."
  • 26. "I believe in you."
  • 27. "I want to be exactly like you."
  • 28. "Hi, we were just talking about you."
  • 29. "You think I did my homework?"
  • "I think you did mine, too."
  • 30. "That was boys. Too soon for boys. Not ready for boys."
  • 31. "My motives are completely selfish."
  • 32. "Be like an eagle and soar above the mockingbird."
  • 33. "It's beautiful!"
  • 34. "My mother already made me eggs, wheat toast, home fries, marmalade and a strawberry shaped like a star."
  • 35. "Hey, I'm the only she who gets to see you in your pajamas."
  • 36. "Oh, nobody's better than Farkle."
  • 37. "Maya, oatmeal."
  • "No thanks, Mrs. Matthews."
  • "Oh, I wasn't asking."
  • 38. "Maybe we could do something every year."
  • 39. "Please, you know no matter what, you are always going to be there."
  • 40. "I appreciate that you did anything for me at all."
  • 41. "If you stop right now, nothing bad will happen to you."
  • 42. "I'm not changing you back."
  • 43. "Aww, that's our silly little weirdo."
  • 44. "So don't be mashed potatoes because they're better at that than you could ever be."
  • 45. "I was raised by Topanga and Cory Matthews. They're maniacs. They would walk through an avalanche for friendship, for the sake of family."
  • 46. "No, you just need to be protected."
  • 47. "You're supposed to meet somebody and fall in love, and be together for ever."
  • 48. "Medieval talk, what are you doing to me, woman?"
  • 49. "You're the hottest little gopher/chipmunk in the whole forest."
  • 50. "You know, someday you're going to make somebody a wonderful fortune cookie."
  • 51. "You doing okay?"
  • 52. "Did you miss me? Because I missed you."
  • 53. "Now place is Svorski's, soon place is Topanga's."
  • 54. "Don't keep the dollar. It won't fix you if you keep it. Pass it on. That's what changes you, Farkle."
  • 55. "I only kissed Maya's hand, and then I got her this engagement ring right after we got off the subway."
  • 56. "We were passing by on our way home. We thought we'd stop by and say hi."
  • 57. "Farkle, Farkle, gonna sparkle."
  • 58. "I think he's the best there is."
  • 59. "We are gonna do everything we ever dreamed of."
  • 60. "I had to make sure you'd come."
  • 61. "You really know how to talk to people."
  • 62. "I think you're regular short."
  • 63. "Because we're best friends."
  • 64. "Don't ever give up on your sheep-riding dreams. You go out there and you become the best sheep rider the world has ever seen."
  • 65. "So, you all come to me when you're feeling lost in this world, and I'm gonna fix you right up."
  • 66. "Honey."
  • 67. "Peaches."
  • 68. "I never think of these hallways as being anything but clean."
  • 69. "People who underestimate you are making a big mistake."
  • 70. "There's no one I trust more in the art of mediation."
  • 71. "There will be no losing friends. Lose one friend. Lose all friends. Lose yourself."
  • 72. "Everybody looks up to you because you're this brilliant, strong, Amazon warrior."
  • 73. "But you're the fiercest woman I know."
  • 74. "I've got to say you did really well for us."
  • 75. "So, shall we actually finally learn what happened in Belgium in 1831?"
  • 76. "I mean, he does want to take over the world and everything, but frankly I'd like to see what he does with it."
  • 77. "And what would you like me to call you?"
  • 78. "Well, it turns out, there's always two doors. He showed me the other one. It's good to know there's someone like that around."
  • 79. "That's my boy."
  • 80. "I was ready because of you."
  • 81. "The clothes look nice, Maya, but it's the hope that looks great on you."
  • 82. "Thanks for telling the truth."
  • 83. "Only you're Riley. I'm Maya."
  • 84. "Oh, I don't think I've ever heard more beautiful words come out of that little face."
  • 85. "A Farkle is a loyal, loving, best possible friend there could be. I think everyone should have one. But they don't, and I do. And I never want him to go away."
  • 86. "I'm sorry, honey."
  • 87. "Well, I need the holiday to be good for your mother."
  • 88. "How great is this? My favorite person in the world."
  • 89. "Man, keeping you around was always the best choice I ever made, wasn't it?"
  • 90. "Riley and I are the best friends on this planet."
  • 91. "You're Cory with Topanga's hair. You got lucky."
  • 92. "Not a day goes by that your voice still isn't inside my head."
  • 93. "I'm so proud of her."
  • 94. "I've heard stories about you. You're great in the stories."
  • 95. "I remember us every day."
  • 96. "We should bring this cake to Maya's mother, just in case she forgot to get her own kid a cake."
  • 97. "I have a key."
  • 98. "You know what happens at 530? You turn gold."
  • 99. "There's that giggle I love.'
  • and ...
  • 100. "I peeled potatoes for one day and I almost died. I love you."
pick up lines sentence starter
  • Are you an interior decorator? Because when I saw you, the entire room became beautiful.
  • Are you religious? Because you're the answer to all my prayers.
  • Is your daddy a Baker? Because you've got a nice set of buns!
  • I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.
  • If you were a tropical fruit, you'd be a Fine-apple!
  • Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.
  • Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.
  • Did you invent the airplane? Cause you seem Wright for me.
  • If I were a stop light, I'd turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.
  • I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way.
  • I thought happiness started with an H. Why does mine start with U?
  • I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?
  • Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.
  • There are people who say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Apparently, none of them have ever been in your arms.
  • Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material.
  • If God made anything more beautiful than you, I'm sure he'd keep it for himself.
  • Do you have a map? I'm getting lost in your eyes.
  • I don't have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?
  • Are you an orphanage? Cause I wanna give you kids.
  • I was feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.
  • I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I wouldn't forget a pretty face like that.
  • My buddies bet me that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the bar. Wanna buy some drinks with their money?
  • Are you a fruit, because Honeydew you know how fine you look right now?
  • Does your left eye hurt? Because you've been looking right all day.
  • I will stop loving you when an apple grows from a mango tree on the 30th of February.
  • Do you live in a corn field, cause I'm stalking you.
  • Sorry, but you owe me a drink. [Why?] Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine.
  • Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you've got fine written all over you.
  • You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?
  • Can I have directions? [To where?] To your heart.
  • I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by YOU.
  • I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I'm going to need your name and number for insurance purposes.
  • Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?
  • I'm not staring at your boobs. I'm staring at your heart.
  • You're the only girl I love now... but in ten years, I'll love another girl. She'll call you 'Mommy.'
  • Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?
  • I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.
  • Your body is 65% water and I'm thirsty.
  • Hey, don't frown. You never know who could be falling in love with your smile.
  • My doctor says I'm lacking Vitamin U.
  • Have you been to the doctor lately? Cause I think you're lacking some Vitamin Me.
  • Forget about Spiderman, Superman, and Batman. I'll be your man.
  • Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.
  • Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more.
  • For a moment I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Now I see that I am very much alive, and heaven has been brought to me.
  • You look so familiar… didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry.
  • Fascinating. I've been looking at your eyes all night long, 'cause I've never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them.
  • Was your dad a boxer? Cause you're a knockout!
  • You're so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line.
  • You shouldn't wear makeup. It's messing with perfection!
  • If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I'd have a galaxy in my hand.
  • Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged!
  • I was wondering if you had an extra heart mine seems to have been stolen
  • If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber.
  • If I were a cat I'd spend all 9 lives with you.
  • Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.
  • Are you a banana? Because I find you a-peeling
  • Did you read Dr. Seuss as a kid? Because green eggs and... damn!
  • Is your dad a drug dealer? Cause you're so Dope!
  • Smoking is hazardous to your health... and baby, you're killing me!
  • There isn't a word in the dictionary for how good you look.
  • Me without you is like a nerd without braces, A shoe without laces, aSentenceWithoutSpaces
  • Babe, your beauty makes the morning sun look like the dull glimmer of the moon.
  • Most people like to watch the Olympics, because they only happen once every 4 years, but I'd rather talk to you cause the chance of meeting someone so special only happens once in a lifetime.
  • Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see!
  • I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you.
  • There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn't have your number in it.
  • Baby, if you were words on a page, you'd be what they call FINE PRINT!
  • Do you work at Dick's? Cause you're sporting the goods.
  • You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.
  • Do you have a twin sister? Then you must be the most beautiful girl in the world!
  • You know I'd like to invite you over, but I'm afraid you're so hot that you'll skyrocket my air-conditioning bill.
  • Excuse me, but I think I dropped something. MY JAW!
  • If you were a booger I'd pick you first.
  • Do you know what I did last night? I looked up at the stars, and matched each one with a reason why I love you.
  • Excuse me, I think you have something in your eye. Oh wait, it's just a sparkle.
  • If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?
  • If this bar is a meat market, you must be the prime rib.
  • Are you lost ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.
  • I'm fighting the urge to make you the happiest woman on earth tonight.
  • Are you a campfire? Cause you are hot and I want s'more.
  • You're kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind.
  • Put down that cupake... you're sweet enough already.
  • You wanna know what's beautiful? Read the first word again.
  • My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in.
  • Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.
  • Hey baby you're so fine you make me stutter, wha-wha-what's your name?
  • I bet you $20 you're gonna turn me down.
  • I'm not actually this tall. I'm sitting on my wallet.
  • When I first saw you I looked for a signature, because every masterpiece has one.
  • I like Legos, you like Legos, why don't we build a relationship?
  • Baby I might not be Sriracha sauce but, I sure will spice up your life.
  • Are you Jewish? Cause you ISRAELI HOT.
  • You may be asked to leave soon, you're making all the other women look bad.
  • Do you have the time? [Tells you the time] No, the time to write down my number?
  • Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel?
  • Hey... Didn't I see your name in the dictionary under "Shazaam!"?
  • If a thousand painters worked for a thousand years, they could not create a work of art as beautiful as you.
  • Rejection can lead to emotional stress for both parties involved and emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death! So for my health and yours, JUST SAY YES!
  • Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite.
  • Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious!
  • No wonder the sky is grey today, all the blue is in your eyes.
  • Can I borrow your cell phone? I need to call animal control, because I just saw a fox!
  • I'm no organ donor but I'd be happy to give you my heart.
  • If I had a penny for every time I thought of you, I'd have exactly one cent, because you never leave my mind.
  • Hershey's makes millions of kisses a day.. .all I'm asking for is one from you.
  • Life without you would be like a broken pencil... pointless.
  • I may not be a genie, but I can make your dreams come true.
  • Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?
  • If I received a nickel for everytime I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents.
  • If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?
  • Hello are you married? [Yes] Well I didn't hear you say "happily".
  • You are like a candy bar: half sweet and half nuts.
  • Excuse me, but does this smell like chloroform to you?
  • Hello how are you? [Fine] Hey, I didn't ask you how you looked!
  • Did you clean your pants with Windex? I can practically see myself in them.
  • How was heaven when you left it?
  • Did you fart, cause you blew me away.
  • You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
  • Hey... somebody farted. Let's get out of here.
  • I didn't know that angels could fly so low!
  • There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off you.
  • You are so fine, I wish I could plant you and grow a whole field of you!
  • Is your last name Gillette? Because you are the best a man can get.
  • Is your name "swiffer"? 'Cause you just swept me off my feet.
  • Excuse me, but you dropped something back there" (What?) "This conversation, lets pick it up later tonight.
  • Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary?
  • Are you cold? You look like you could use some hot chocolate... Well, here I am!
  • If stars would fall everytime I would think of you, the sky would soon be empty.
  • You know, Dr. Phil says I'm afraid of commitment...Want to help prove him wrong?
  • Your lips look so lonely.... Would they like to meet mine?
  • Baby, you're so sweet, you put Hershey's outta business.
  • Can I buy you a drink or do you just want the money?
  • Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?
  • So there you are! I've been looking all over for YOU, the woman of my dreams!
  • Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?
  • Inheriting eighty million bucks doesn't mean much when you have a weak heart.
  • You see my friend over there? [Point to friend] He wants to know if YOU think I'M cute.
  • The only thing your eyes haven't told me is your name.
  • Excuse me, I just noticed you noticing me and I just wanted to give you notice that I noticed you too.
  • (As she is leaving) Hey aren't you forgetting something? (What?) Me!
  • Somebody better call God, cuz heaven's missing an angel!
  • Can I borrow a quarter? ["What for?"] I want to call my mom and tell her I just met the man/woman of my dreams.
  • I'm Mr. Right, someone said you were looking for me?
  • Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back.
  • If I were a transplant surgeon, I'd give you my heart.
  • Are you Willy Wonka's daughter, 'cuz you look sweet and delicious.
  • If you were a transformer, you'd be a HOT-obot, and your name would be Optimus Fine.
  • Do you remember me? [No.] Oh that's right, we've only met in my dreams.
  • Did it hurt? (Did what hurt?) When you fell out of heaven?
  • I'm sorry, were you talking to me? [No] Well then, please start.
  • I know milk does a body good, but baby, how much have you been drinking?
  • I play the field, and it looks like I just hit a home run with you.
  • I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?
  • If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put 'U' and 'I' together.
  • If you were a tear in my eye I would not cry for fear of losing you.
  • If your heart was a prison, I would like to be sentenced for life.
  • My lenses turn dark in the sunshine of your love.
  • Was you father an alien? Because there's nothing else like you on Earth!
  • What time do you have to be back in heaven?
  • Baby, I'm no Fred Flintstone, but I can make your Bedrock!
  • Wouldn't we look cute on a wedding cake together?
  • You'd better direct that beauty somewhere else, you'll set the carpet on fire.
  • Your legs must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night.
  • [Point at her butt] Pardon me, is this seat taken?
  • Was your father a thief? 'Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.
  • Do you have a pencil? Cause I want to erase your past and write our future.
  • I love you like a pig loves not being bacon.
  • Are your parents bakers? Cause they sure made you a cutie pie!
  • Did you go to bed early last night? From the looks of it, you got your beauty sleep.
  • What's on the menu? Me-n-U
  • You're like pizza. Even when you are bad, you're good
  • I'd say God Bless you, but it looks like he already did.
  • I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.
  • My friend thinks you're kinda cute, but I don't... I think you're absolutely gorgeous!
  • Let's commit the perfect crime: I'll steal your heart, and you'll steal mine.
  • You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you rent.
  • If kisses were snowflakes, I'd send you a blizzard
  • Are you a hipster, because you make my hips stir.
  • Are you a cat? Cause you are purrrfect
  • Does your father sell diamonds? Because you are FLAWLESS!
  • You must be a magician, because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears.
  • I wish I was cross eyed, so I could see you twice.
  • Are you on Nickelodeon? Cause you're a-Dora-ble!
  • I don't know if you're beautiful, I haven't gotten past your eyes yet.
  • You don't need keys to drive me crazy.
  • My name isn't Elmo, but you can tickle me any time you want to.
  • Can you take me to the doctor? Because I just broke my leg falling for you.
  • People call me John, but you can call me tonight.
  • You must be a ninja, because you snuck into my heart
  • I need a dollar, but I only have 90 cents... do you want to be my dime?
  • [Look at her shirt label.] When they say, "What are you doing?" You respond: "Yep! Made in heaven!"
  • Are you a magician??? Because Abraca-DAYUM!
  • Be unique and different, say yes.
  • Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I'm lost at sea.
  • You know how they say skin is the largest organ on the human body? Not in my case.
  • My lips are like skittles. Wanna taste the rainbow?
  • They say dating is a numbers game... so can I get your number?
  • My name isn't Elmo, but you can tickle me any time you want to.
  • You be the Dairy Queen and I'll be your Burger King: You treat me right, and I'll do it your way.
  • (Ask a person for the time) 9: 15? So today is May 1, 2008, at 9:15 PM, thanks I just wanted to be able to remember the exact moment that I met the woman of my dreams.
  • Pinch me. [Why?] You're so fine I must be dreaming.
  • if I had to choose between breathing or loving you, I would say "I love you" with my last breath!
  • Ouch! My tooth hurts! [Why?] Because you are soooo sweet!
  • I'm not trying to impress you or anything, but... I'm Batman!
  • You must be from Pearl Harbor, because baby, you're the bomb.
  • You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.
  • Do you know karate? Because your body is really kickin'.
  • When God made you, he was showing off.
  • Are you a Snickers bar? Cause you satisfy me.
  • Is your dad a terrorist? Because you are the bomb.
  • Is your last name Campbell? Cause you're "mmmm... good!"
  • You're like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life!
  • Baby, you are so fine I could put you on a plate and sop you up with a biscuit.
  • Is there a rainbow today? I just found the treasure I've been searching for!
  • You remind me of a magnet, because you sure are attracting me over here!
  • Hey, is it just me, or are we destined to be married?
  • Hello. Are you taking any applications for a boy/girlfriend?
  • I have an "owie" on my lip. Will you kiss it and make it better?
  • Let's make like a fabric softener and 'Snuggle
  • I didn't see any stars in the sky tonight, the most heavenly body was standing right next to me.
  • Hi, my name is Doug. That's "god" spelled backwards with a little bit of you wrapped up in it.
  • If I could reach out and hold a star for everytime you've made me smile, I'd hold the sky in the palm of my hand.
  • Well, here I am. What were your other two wishes?
  • (Put your fingers on the other's nipples) Hey, here's (name), comin' at you with the weather. Can I be your warm front?
  • How much does a polar bear weigh? [How much?] Enough to break the ice... Hi, I'm (insert name here).
  • Well, I AM telepathic, and I can tell that you love me. Right? [NO!] Darn, I always get "love" and "lust" mixed up.
  • Should I smile because we are friends, or cry because I know that is what we will ever be?
  • When I look into your eyes, it is like a gateway into the world of which I want to be a part.
  • Hey baby. You got a jersey? [A jersey?...Why?] Because I need your name and number.
  • Hello, I'm doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines. So, do you pick 'Do you come here often?', 'What's your sign?', or 'Hello, I'm doing a survey of what people think are the cheesiest pickup lines.'?
  • (hold out hand) Would you hold this for me while I go for a walk?
  • This time next year let’s be laughing together.
  • Is your last name Whitman, because I want to sample you.
  • Let me tie your shoes, cause I dont want you falling for anyone else.
  • On a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9. I'm the 1 you need.
  • Most guys need 3 meals a day to keep going... I just need eye contact from you.
  • Hey baby, I must be a light switch, cuz every time I see you, you turn me on!
  • Are you a beaver? Cause daaaaam!
  • I hope your day has been as beautiful as you are.
  • Do I know you? Cause you look just like my next girlfriend.
  • Is your father Little Caesar? Cause you look Hot 'n Ready.
  • I could use some spare change and you're a dime.
  • I'm no mathematician, but I'm pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, Give me yours and watch what I can do with it.
  • Didn't I see you on the cover of Vogue?
  • Excuse me, I don't want you to think I'm ridiculous or anything, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I just felt like I had to tell you.
  • Have you always been this cute, or did you have to work at it?
  • Hey, don't I know you? Yeah, you're the girl with the beautiful smile.
  • Was your father a mechanic? Then how did you get such a finely tuned body?
  • I have had a really bad day and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty girl smile. So, would you smile for me?
  • I hope you know CPR, cuz you take my breath away!
  • I just had to come talk with you. Sweetness is my weakness.
  • I think I can die happy now, cause I've just seen a piece of heaven.
  • Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?
  • If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?
  • I sneezed because God blessed me with you.
  • Is it hot in here or is it just you?
  • Nice to meet you, I'm (your name) and you are...gorgeous!
  • So, what do you do for a living besides always making all the men excited and warm all over?
  • I may not be a genie, but I can make all your wishes come true!
  • Was your dad king for a day? He must have been to make a princess like you.
  • Were you arrested earlier? It's gotta be illegal to look that good.
  • Were your parents Greek Gods, 'cause it takes two gods to make a goddess.
  • What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in this room?
  • What's that on your face? Oh, must just be beauty. Here, let me get it off. Hey, it's not coming off!
  • Wow! Are those real?
  • I blame you for global warming... your hotness is too much for the planet to handle!
  • You are the reason men fall in love.
  • Are you Australian? Because you meet all of my koala-fications.
  • You know the more I drink, the prettier you get!
  • You know, I would die happy if I saw you naked just once!
  • If you were ground coffee, you'd be Espresso cause you're so fine.
  • You better call Life Alert, 'cause I've fallen for you and I can't get up.
  • You're single. I'm single. Coincidence? I think not.
  • You know, you might be asked to leave soon. You're making the other women look really bad.
  • You look like my third wife. [how many time have you been married?] Twice.
  • You make me melt like hot fudge on a sundae.
  • You should be someone's wife.
  • Were you in Boy Scouts? Because you sure have tied my heart in a knot.
  • Are you as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside?
  • I want to be your tear drop, so I could be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
  • Babe! you look so fine I could drink your bath water!
  • You're so hot you would make the devil sweat.
  • If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I would be walking through my garden forever.
  • Hi, I'm writing a term paper on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you?
  • Girl, if I were a fly, I'd be all over you, because you're the shit!
  • There must be a lightswitch on my forehead because everytime I see you, you turn me on!
  • Hey, how did you do that? (What?) Look so good?
  • Damn girl, you have more curves than a race track.
  • If you stood in front of a mirror and help up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.
  • Do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot?
  • You are so beautiful that I would marry your brother just to get into your family.
  • You look like a cool glass of refreshing water, and I am the thirstiest man in the world.
  • Are you a tamale? 'Cause you're hot.
  • You are so beautiful that you give the sun a reason to shine.
  • Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (hold up a mirror)
  • Do you bleach your teeth? 'Cause your smile lights up the entire room like a candle in the dark. Let's go prove it.
  • Your ass is so nice that it is a shame that you have to sit on it.
  • Someone should call the police, because you just stole my heart!
  • Stop, drop, and roll, baby. You are on fire.
  • Baby, you're so hot, you make the equator look like the north pole.
  • Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.
  • You're hotter than Papa Bear's porridge.
  • I hope there's a fire truck nearby, cause you're smokin'!
  • If it weren't for that DAMNED sun, you'd be the hottest thing ever created.
  • How is your fever? [What fever?] Oh... you just look hot to me.
  • I just got dumped, and I think that you could make me feel better.
  • (Walk up to someone and bite them anywhere) Sorry, taking a bite out of crime. [WHAT?] Well it has to be illegal to look that good!
  • You are a 9 - you'd be a perfect 10 if you were with me.
  • Excuse me, I'd like to have kids someday, and I wanted to know how your parents created such a beautiful creature.
  • You're so hot, I bet you could light a candle at 10 paces.
  • I can't believe I've been hear the entire evening with all these beautiful people and the moment I find 'The One', all I have time to say is "good bye".
  • Hey baby, you've got something on your butt - my eyes!
  • This isn't a beer belly, It's a fuel tank for a love machine.
  • I don't know you, but I think I love you already.
  • Here's the key to my house, my car... and my heart.
  • if we shared a garden, I'd put my tulips and your tulips together. (tulips = two lips)
  • Is your name Summer? 'Cause you are as hot as hell.
  • If I had to choose between one night with you or winning the lottery...I would chose winning the lottery...but it would be close...real close...
  • Do you have any sunscreen? 'Cause you are burning me up!
  • See these keys? I wish I had the one to your heart.
  • Stare at girl . ("What're you staring at?")
  • You, Before I Wake Up From this Dream.
  • You're hotter than donut grease.
  • Your eyes are as blue as window cleaner.
  • Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?
  • If you were a burger at McDonalds, you'd be McGorgeous.
  • Are your parents retarded, 'cause you sure are special.
  • If you could put a price tag on beauty you'd be worth more than Fort Knox.
  • I must be dancing with the devil, because you're hot as hell.
  • I never need to see the sun again because your eyes light up my world.
  • If you were a steak you would be well done.
  • It's dark in here. Wait! It's because all of the light is shining on you.
  • Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.
  • Do you have any raisins? [No] How about a date?
  • Are you a kidnapper? Because you just abducted my heart.
  • Is your name Katrina? [No, why?] 'Cuz baby, you rock me like a hurricane!
  • Can you pull this heart-shaped arrow out of my butt? A damn little kid with wings shot me.
  • On The Phone
  • She/He says: "Hold on"
  • You Say: "Sorry, I can't hold on... I've already fallen for you."
  • Is your body from McDonald's? Cause I'm lovin' it!
  • Are you a microwave oven? Cause you melt my heart.
  • Did you get your license suspended for driving so many guys crazy?
  • Are you a girl scout, cause you tie my heart in knots.
  • You're so hot, I could bake cookies on you.
  • You look beautiful today, just like every other day.
  • Let's play Winnie the Pooh and get my nose stuck in your honey jar.
  • When I'm older, I'll look back at all of my crowning memories, and I'll think of the day my children were born, the day I got married, and the day that I met you.
  • If beauty were time, you'd be eternity.
  • Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back.

[A BJOO (Byungjoo) Scenario ft. Special Apperance by Hansol&Yano] - Requested by Anon~


[I’m sorry if it’s tooooooo long! I got carried away!] 


After finishing my assignment earlier than expected, I decided to go visit my boyfriend and his members who had a day off today. I needed to see Byungjoo and apologise about our stupid fight yesterday. He did try to call me this morning but I didn’t pick up because I was afraid that I might say something stupid and we’d argue again. So, better if I saw him in person.

Yesterday, I went over to his dorm to spend some time with him after his packed schedule. All of the members had went out for dinner except for Hansol, who wasn’t feeling too well at the time. So while Hansol rested in his room, Byungjoo and I huddled up on the couch with a blanket and enjoyed a movie together.

However, as we were sharing a few kisses and laughs, Hansol decided to wake up and get himself busy with some baking. Problem was, he didn’t know how to bake so he had nagged me for almost an hour to help him and I did, which made Byungjoo a little frustrated

And after that, we argued. About the exact same thing we argued about the time before that and the time before that. About me always getting too close to Hansol. Such stupid fights.

So, that brings me here - on my way to surprise my boyfriend at his dorm~

As I reached their door, I knocked twice and waited. Almost immediately, the door opened and there stood an overly excited Hansol. He jumped out and embraced me into a big hug before pulling me inside and shutting the door.

I looked around and noticed how deserted the place looked. 

‘Where’s everyone?’

'They went to grab some food or something,' he said as he walked towards the kitchen, 'And they didn’t even wake me up to go! I was getting lonely until you came.’

'I wouldn’t wake you up either,' I commented as I followed him, 'Too much sass.’

Upon hearing that, he immediately glared my way.

'Say that again,' he warned sassily and reached both his hands out to me, 'Go on, say it.’

I knew too well what he was going to do and I obviously wasn’t going to stand around for him to do so. 

'Ya Hansol, don’t you dare tickl- AHHHHH HANSOL!’

Before I could even finish my sentence, he was already in front of me with his hands attacking both my sides - tickling me. While yelling and laughing at the same time, I turned away and tried to escape but that plan failed when both his arms went around my waist to stop me. My back was pulled right against his chest as he continued to tickle me.


I wanted to yell at him but with all the laughing, I just couldn’t get my mind straight. 

'What are you guys doing?’

We both immediately stopped what we were doing when we heard the familiar voice. Opening my eyes, I let my breathing calm itself before looking towards the front door. I wasn’t too surprised to find Byungjoo standing there, looking rather crossed than happy to see me.

He stood at the door with his eyes fixed on me and Hansol. It was only then that I noticed our position - Hansol’s arms wrapped around my waist and my back pressed against his chest.

Oh shit.

'You’re back,' says Hansol casually as he unwraps himself from me, 'Where are the others?’

'I forgot my phone,' replied Byungjoo as he stared at me, 'When did you come?’

'Just now.’

I was slightly uncomfortable with the way Byungjoo just stood there staring. I knew more than anyone that he was jealous right now. Just like all the other times Hansol and I joked around, he’d get all worked up about it.

'Well, now that you’re back, I’m going to go to the others,' said Hansol as he passed me, 'And you missy, better be nicer to me next time.’

And like that, he slipped on his shoes and left - leaving just me and an angry Byungjoo in an empty apartment.

He sighed loudly before heading over to the couch to sit down. I also followed and sat down beside him.

'Why didn’t you pick up my calls? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?’

'I wanted to surprise you,' I said quietly, 'But you weren’t home when I came so-’

'So, you and Hansol decided to get close? Again.’

'Joo, don’t be ridiculous,’ I sighed at him, 'He was just tickling me. We were just joking around.’

'He doesn’t need to back hug you to tickle you,' he said - his tone increasing, 'This isn’t even the first time I’ve seen something like that!’

'We’re good friends! We joke around,' I replied with a voice beaming of irritation, 'Why are you always like this to Hansol? Do you expect me like, not to go close to him at all?’

'Why am I like that to Hansol? If you were in my position and you came home to suddenly find your boyfriend, who was supposed to be doing their assignment, at your house, back hugging your best friend - what would you think?’

Frustrated with his words, I just stood up and sighed. We argued every time about this. How can he not trust me? Hansol and I have been friends for 10 years, and thanks to him that I even got to meet Byungjoo. 

I wanted to just sort things out with him and then spend the rest of our day together, but if we were just going to argue again, then I might as well leave.

'Fine,' I said, 'I won’t ever come back here, neither will I ever go anywhere Hansol goes - alright?’

Without another word, I made my way towards the door. Tears threatened to spill as I thought about the fact that my own boyfriend didn’t even trust me. Before I could slip into my shoes, I felt a hand suddenly grip itself around my wrist - causing me to stop.

'Where are you going?’

'I came here to sort things out with you and to spend time with you, but if this is what we’re going to be doing, again, then I rather go home.’

All of a sudden, I found myself pushed up against the door with an angry Byungjoo right in my face and his hand above my head. I took a second to glance at him and noticed how different he was from the usual lively Byungjoo.


Being pinned up against the door by him, along with his strong glare made me feel as though I was like a lion’s prey, waiting to be eaten alive. I felt my legs weaken themselves as I noticed him clenching his teeth together tight, causing veins to appear on his neck. My entire body shivered as I felt his hot, heavy breath brush against my lips.

'You can joke around with him yet you can’t even say two words with me? We fought about this yesterday and here you are doing the same thing!’

His tone of voice indicated to me how angry he was and trust me, this is the angriest he has ever gotten. It actually scared me to see my boyfriend like this.

'Why?' he shouted and punched the space beside my head, 'Answer me!’

I wanted to speak but words were just not forming. A clump had formed itself in my throat, causing it hard to even breathe. By now, tears had certainly fallen from my eyes as I looked at him - not even believing what kind of situation we were in right now.

His dark expression immediately changed into one full of pain and guilt once he noticed my tears. He took one slow step backwards and moved his hand up to touch my cheeks.

'J-jagi… are you crying?’

I pushed his hand off, only to have him come straight back with both his hands on my cheeks - cupping it with his soft hands.

'I… I’m so sorry… I don’t know what got into me…’

Stepping closer, he engulfed me into a hug. Feeling somewhat angry, I began to thrash my hands at him and tried to push him off of me but that only caused him to hug me tighter against him.

'I’m sorry jagi… hit me - scream at me but please listen to me,’ he softly begged in my ear, ’It’s just… you’ve known him for so long and only known me for two years, so I’m afraid… really afraid that-’

'You’re an idiot.’


'The biggest idiot I know!’

He moved his head from my shoulder to look at me with such a confused expression. 

'You’re an idiot,’ I sniffled, 'Joo, I chose you - I’m your girlfriend. He’s my best friend and nothing more so I don’t understand why you’re always so insecure about that.’

'I know he’s my hyung, but I just can’t stand having him always jumping around you - acting all cute and touchy towards you,' he whispered as his thumb made contact with my cheeks - wiping away my tears, 'He should go get his own girlfriend for that because sometimes I just want to spend some time with you after a long day, but he’s always pulling you away.’

Everything became quiet as we looked into each other’s eyes lovingly. 

'I really hate myself for making you cry. I’ll make it up to you,’ he whispered as he pulled me closer, 'I’ll do anything.’

'Anything?' I asked playfully as I wrapped my arms around his neck, 'Why don’t you kiss me…’


'Again oppa~’


'One more time, oppa~’


'I’m sorry-’

'Shhh~' I cooed as I placed a finger over his lips, 'Why don’t you… show me that you’re sorry…’

I felt my eyes becoming restless as his soft lips made contact with my neck. I gasped loudly as he sucked extra hard on a particular sensitive spot that only he knew about.

'Ah… Joo…’

My eyes automatically shut themselves as I felt-

'YA ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO BE DONE ANYTIME SOON?! IT’S COLD OUT HERE!' yelled Hansol on the other side of the door

'Hyung shhhhhhh!' whispered Sangwon, 'Do you really want to go in there right now!? They’re like… in the middle of something!’

'My feet are cold. My hands are cold. My beautiful face is cold. I need to watch television. NOW.’

Giggling at the sassy Hansol, I began to retrieve my arms from around Byungjoo’s neck when he held them in place.

'What are you doing?’ I asked, confused

'I still haven’t made it up to you yet.’

'We can’t! They’re outside!’

He simply shrugged his shoulders before reaching down to bring me into his arms - bridal style.  

'And what? I need to spend some precious time with my beautiful princess and no one is going to stop me. Not even sassy Hansol.

And like that, he turned around and made his way towards his bedroom with me in his arms. With a smile on my lips, I leaned upwards to attack his lips.

'YA YA!’ yelled Hansol as he banged the door, 'Just great! They’re going to his bedroom. JUST GREAT! THEY’RE NOT GOING TO COME OUT FOR AGES! Where are we going to go now?!’

'Oh come on hyung,’ sighed Sangwon, 'I’ll shout you some food.’


That turned out so long! I’m sorry dear anon~ I hope it’s somewhat like you requested for though! (Manly&Jealous Bjoo/ Fight/ Happy Ending)

Written by: C ~

anonymous asked:

Heterosexual afabs don't belong in spaces for homosexual males without prompting our conversion therapy and erasure. We have nothing in common bc attraction isn't based on gender. Calling a heterosexual attraction "gay" rubs heteronormativity in our faces and chastises us for not being bisexual. Trans men shouldn't need to invalidate homosexuality to be valid. This is why you're homophobic. We just want to be left alone like we've always been, happily same sex attracted.

See I was GONNA delete and ignore this stupid message but because I feel like this one particularly tickled my pickles the wrong way, I’m picking this one apart line by line. Because fuck you I’m tired of terfs.

“Heterosexual afabs don’t belong in spaces for homosexual males without prompting our conversion therapy and erasure.“

First of all, AFAB means assigned female at birth. You’re skirting around anyway possible to just say ‘gay transmen’ because they’re not men in your disgusting eyes. Or your trying to use big words to seem way smarter than you actually are. Either way, yes, gay transmen do belong in spaces for gay man, Because they’re gay men. No ones saying you have to date them, they’re just asking to join in a space where they should be welcomed. Does being near gay transmen disgust you that much? God forbid you’re near someone who’s different than you are. Also, newsflash asshole, trans people get forced into conversion therapy as well. It’s not all about you. 

“We have nothing in common bc attraction isn’t based on gender.”

Well, you and a gay transmen have everything in common except the fact that he’s trans and you’re cis. But you seem to believe cis people have it so much worse off lmao.

“Calling a heterosexual attraction “gay” rubs heteronormativity in our faces and chastises us for not being bisexual.”

What the shit does this have to do with ‘heteronormativity’? And no, a transMAN attracted to another MAN is not a heterosexual attraction. You… Are aware that hormones and surgery exist, right? That transmen can look indistinguishable from a cis dude because of years of dedication and work towards that look? And that even if he doesn’t, thats none of your concern asshat. Their lives don’t affect yours. What the shit does being bisexual have to do with anything, dude? No one is saying you have to date transmen, We’re just asking you let them into a space where they belong. They’re not rubbing anything in your face. You have such an inflated victim complex that in your warped view, somehow, gay transmen are just destroying your life. 

“Trans men shouldn’t need to invalidate homosexuality to be valid.”

Are you actually saying you think every single transman should be attracted to women? Is that really what you’re implying? That not a single transman can be attracted to men and that if they are, it somehow invalidates cis gays? Spoiler: no it doesn’t. 

My favorite part about this part is the ‘valid’. Transmen are horrible plagues to the LGBT community to you, but you don’t wanna seem bad, so you say “oh they shouldn’t have to be like me to be valid!” As if you give a fuck about anyone but yourself, or the validity of a group of people you did nothing but shit on this entire ask.

“This is why you’re homophobic.”

OH I’M SORRY. I never realized the woman who ran a blog which functions as support for mlm was fucking homophobic! Stop throwing that word around, it’s starting to lose all meaning. On top of the fact that I’m bisexual, and a part of the LGBT community, just like you (and gay transmen), I spend half my day trying to make a safe space for men. Especially gay men.

 We just want to be left alone like we’ve always been, happily same sex attracted.”

You know who else is ‘happily same sex attracted’? Transmen! Gay transmen! Most LGBT friendly spaces are violently anti TERF, so I’m afraid you’re only speaking for yourself here dear! You and a few absolute idiots. The majority of the community is disgusted by you for how you view transmen. It has nothing to do with you being gay men and everything to do with how you treat other people, in particular, other gay men!

If you’re so worried about transmen in gay men’s spaces getting near and touching you, don’t worry dude. No transman would want to touch you with a ten foot pole for that ugly personality you have. 

also get off anon you coward.

anonymous asked:

You wanted a prompt so here: Deamus of course because it is THE otp I don't have a concrete idea but something like.... The wars over, and they're sharing a flat and one day WHOOPS Dean finds out Seamus is gay and no that isn't a problem and yes they're still best friends and no of course it doesn't bother him Except it does Because it's hard to concentrate on your job (whatever Dean does) when you want to fuck your (GAY! Yes!) roommate through the bed whenever you're around him.

A/N: The beginning wasn’t working, so have an excerpt from where I started the idea in the first place. thanks for the prompt, darling! 

“I don’t see why this is such a big deal to you!” Seamus shouted, sparks sizzling on his fingertips. “It’s not like I’m a totally different person, Dean!” Dean tore his head out of his hands, and tried–Merlin’s Beard did he try–to swallow the words he felt forming on his lips.

“It’s a big deal because it was one thing being in love with you and thinking I didn’t have a chance because you were straight. But now I know that you’re gay, and you still don’t want to be with me, Shay.” His voice broke and he thought he might die. “And that kills me, okay?” He didn’t remember standing, and he didn’t remember Seamus ever having such a horrified look on his face, either, so he did the only thing that still made sense. He grabbed his coat and apparated out of their flat.

Seamus found him, that was the real magic in their friendship. Not the castle or the classes, but the fact that Seamus had always managed to find him when he needed him the most, even when the last person he ever wanted to see again was Seamus Finnigan.

Dean wasn’t even crying. There was no room left inside of him for tears like those. He was just in a park, sitting on a bench, staring at the moon like it could tell him why he had to be in love with his best friend.

He didn’t bother looking over when he heard Seamus’ footsteps. At length, Seamus sighed and sat down.

“So you fancy me, huh?” He said it like he was trying to lighten the mood, Dean just nodded, keeping his eyes straight ahead. Focused on the fucking moon, tried to keep it all inside. “Jesus, Dean, why didn’t you say something?” Dean took a deep breath.

“Because it wouldn’t  have changed anything. I’d still love you and I’d still want to be your friend. The only thing I’d be risking is the second part.” He said it emotionlessly. He was too empty for emotions. But he finally risked a glance over at Seamus. He was looking at his hands, and it was too dark to see what his face was doing.

“I can’t stand myself right now, Dean.” Seamus whispered, and Dean reached out, put a hand on the back of Seamus’ neck before he realized that that might be off limits now. He didn’t move his hand, though, and Seamus didn’t, either.

“It wasn’t your doing, mate. It happened so long ago that I can’t even remember when I realized it.” That was a lie. He remembered looking over at Seamus after he’d lit one of the tapestries on fire in sixth year. He’d looked so shocked, like this wasn’t something that happened every week or so, and he tried putting it out with his wand with the same panicked expression. 

“Fucking Hell, Dean, stop laughing, will you? I need to stop the fire!” And there, right there, with Seamus glaring at him, soot in his hair and creased between his eyebrows, Dean had realized that he loved Seamus in a whole different way than he’d ever meant to.

“That’s not it.” Seamus scrubbed a hand over his face, the same way he had when he’d first come out to Dean, like he was about to absolutely kill their friendship and hated himself for it, but he couldn’t lie anymore. “I’ve caused you an absolutely unbelievable amount of pain and I could have stopped it, fuck, years ago.” Dean squashed out the little flutter of hope that had suddenly woken itself up. He ground his teeth together.

“You remember fourth year?” Seamus started, and Dean just barely bit back a sarcastic response. “Well, do you remember during the Yule ball, after Lavender ditched me for Raoul, or Rowley, or whatever his name was, and that Beauxbatons lass ditched you?” Dean nodded. They’d met back up at the punch bowl and moaned about how their respective dates had such high standards. When Seamus spoke again, Dean almost lost his words. “Remember when I asked you to dance as a joke?”

Remember how I couldn’t say no? Dean almost responded. Seamus’ hands were clenched into white-knuckled fists on his knees.

“It wasn’t a joke.” Seamus continued, in the same raspy whisper. “After the dance, I realized that I was thinking about the dance like you were my date, not Lavender. And, I freaked out, mate. I told you that I got the family owl confiscated because I nearly set it on fire trying to owl you, and that was why I didn’t return your letters over the holidays, but I couldn’t think of anything that I could say that wouldn’t end with ‘and by the way, I think I’m in love with you. Want to go to Hogsmeade on Valentines Day?’ And it scared me, Dean. It scared me how much I wanted to take you out on an honest to Merlin date, and hold your hand and get through the damn war right by your side, and when you were gone–” Dean realized that Seamus was crying now, just at the memory, but he couldn’t move, except to pull Seamus closer to him. “When you went on the run during that god-awful sham of a seventh year, I couldn’t sleep without listening to Fred and George’s show, praying that I’d never hear your name again if it just meant you survived. That you got to live, even if it was a life without me in it.”

“Shay–” Dean was crying, too, but it wasn’t entirely sad. If Seamus meant what he was saying, then he’d loved Dean just as long as Dean had loved him. Longer, even.

“And god, I wanted to stop the whole damn war when I saw you again. Wanted to tell Voldemort to piss off so I could hold onto you, and I was going to tell you, but I wanted to tell you alone, and then I kept putting it off, because I’m a fucking coward at heart, Dean Thomas, but I love you with all of it.” Dean stared straight into Seamus’ eyes and he could see every last bit of truth in his story, and it was enough to make him smile, wider than he had since Seamus had told him he loved him.

“Merlin’s Pants, you’re dramatic.” He said, his voice shaking, and he kissed Seamus, just like he’d wanted to for years.

“At least I didn’t set the bench on fire.” Seamus muttered when Dean pulled away. He wouldn’t meet Dean’s eyes, and it hit Dean that he was embarrassed.

“I’d love you anyway.” Seamus finally dragged his eyes up to meet Dean’s.

“I could listen to you say that forever.” He said, and Dean saw it hit him, that everything was out in the open now, and that Dean loved him, too. He beamed through the remnants of his tears and pulled Dean down for another kiss.

“You can absolutely count on that.”

Peter Pan - Ashton Irwin (Disney!5sos)

Requested - yes


A/N: Guys this was the one that gave me the inspiration for the entire disney!5sos series ahh I’ve been looking forward to this one.

Character comparison ~ 
Peter Pan :: Ashton
Wendy :: [Y/N]
Lost boys :: Care kids
Captain Hook :: Mr Hook

Word Count - 2536


‘Neverland’ care home, the place at the center of endless rumors and gossip but also your new work place. Truth be told you probably made up most of the stories about the house, like how the kids don’t go to school and live like animals with no rules, or how the whole place isn’t actually a car home but instead a mental institution but none the less you’re not keen on working there. When you became a social worker you expected to be placed somewhere like Everbrook house or Appletree orphanage but nope you got given the home shrouded in mystery.

The day before your placement you were given a little information on the home, there are 6 kids, 3 boys and 3 girls, and the only worker there is a boy, only a little older than you, called Ashton. Anyone who’s been sent there has requested to be moved after a week due to the 'unorganized chaos’ in the place, you, on the other hand are determined to last.

You walk along the pavement and arrive at the gate in front of the large house, it clicks open and you walk into a gorgeous but jungle like front lawn. There’s a clear path up to the door which you follow and knock. You hear a lot of clicking and the door eventually creaks open and you see a small girl with a rabbit hat stood in front of you.

“Hi, I’m [Y/N] the new social worker, is there any adults here?” you ask but she just stares at me. “No? Where’s the guy in charge?”

She’s still silent until she suddenly turns her head and yells, “Ashton!”

“Oh right,” you say as she turns and runs off.

You step into the lobby and see a pair of twins with what looks to be raccoon hats on their heads rush past. Just then a tall boy with hair that looks like a mess of curls come out, Ashton.

“Hello,” he says.

“Hi, I’m [Y/N] the new social worker,” you say but he screws his face up at you.

“Just give me a second,” he excuses himself and you watch as he turns away, raises his hands to his mouth and makes a ca-cawing noise before yelling, “Games on pause until further notice”

That’s when a chubby boy with a bear hat gets out from the cupboard under the staircase.

“Game?” you question.

“Mass hide and seak, why did you say you were here?” he questions.

“I’m the new social worker the council have sent,” you answer.

“Ok right, well thanks but we don’t need anyone else we’re getting on just fine here on our own,” he says.

“Well you don’t really get a choice in that, I’m here whether you like it or not,” you state.

He sighs, “Fine, come this way”

He leads me to a room that used to be marked office but now says den.

Inside there are piles of unopened letters, paperwork and such which makes me almost stop dead in my tracks but he makes me take a seat on a beanbag.

“Right I need to run you through the rules of this place,” he says.

“I was under the impression there weren’t any,” you laugh but he isn’t amused.

“No we take our rules seriously, there is to be no bullying, serious violence and whatever they say goes to an extent, they are to always be having fun and they’re never to grow up, adults aren’t allowed around here which is why nibs wouldn’t talk to you”


“I’m the leader around here. Do you have any questions?" 

"No, but can I meet the kids?” you ask.

He nods swiftly and exits ca-cawing again the hallway. There’s the sound of 6 sets of feet and they all gather in the lounge where you follow.

“Meet…” Ashton begins but stops. “What was your name again?”


“Meet [Y/N], and [Y/N] meet Slightly, Cubby, the Twins, Nibs and Tootles,” he introduces.

You furrow your brow and reach into your bag to pull out a sheet of paper, “So it’s Emma, James, Eddie and Angela, Jessie and Albie?”

They all have blank faces until Ashton says, “We don’t use those names”

“Oh, okay well I will do all I can to get you out of this place with parents,” you say.

“But we don’t want to leave,” Cubby says.

“Why not, don’t you want a mum and dad?”

“Ashton’s our dad,” Nibs squeaks.

“And you’re our new mum,” the twins say.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you say but they don’t seem to note your addition.

Seeming to like this idea, Ashton says, “All for [Y/N] being our new mother say 'aye’”

“Aye!” they chorus.

Ashton’s even more of a kid than the kids themselves.

It becomes evident over the following day or so that there is no order in this house, you are required to remain at the house so you get to see the daily schedule for them. They wake up when they want, apparently school is optional though encouraged, currently it’s summer so they have nothing to worry about. Breakfast could be anything from pancakes to cereal but after that the kids are allowed to roam free, the kitchen remains stocked and they are allowed to eat what they want, when they want and dinners are usually microwave meals or take out. The house is always noisy but, most worrying to me, none of the paperwork gets done, so that’s where I decide to start.

“Keep the kids busy and out of my way and I’ll stay in the offi- den doing the paperwork, maybe I can make a dent in that mess,” you say.

Ashton agrees and you start on your work.

This isn’t want you planned for when you became a social worker, you wanted to be hands on and make a difference, not end up stick with all the paperwork. To your surprise you get about half done and call it a day, only 6pm, so you go to find Ashton.

“What’s for dinner?” you question.

“Isn’t that the mother’s job?" 

"Sexism, okay, what would you plan on serving for dinner?” you rephrase.

“It’s monday, so pizza,” he says.

“Okay, homemade pizza it is”

You know he’d have ordered pizza but you know how to make pizza so you can at least give them something home made.

“Dinner,” you call once it’s done.

No response, then you remember what Ashton had done, so you attempt the ca-cawing noise and they come running. They tuck in like they haven’t seen food in weeks, it’s ridiculous, even Ashton does.

Days pass and you finish the paperwork and manage to spend a little more time with Ashton watching how he deals with the kids; if they have problems he’s the first one they run to, if they want something he is the one they ask for permission and if there are any disputes they are settled by him. Despite his total lack of organisation he is really good with the kids.

“Want to play?” he asks all of a sudden making you jump

You didn’t think he’d noticed your presence behind him but he obviously had, the 6 sets of eyes in the circle of kids turn to you.

“What are you playing?” you question, feeling 10 years younger hearing the words leave your lips.

“Hide and seek, Cubby’s seeking first,” Ashton says.

“Why does Cubby always have to seek?” Cubby says, speaking in third person.

You agree but as you set off to hide Ashton grabs your hand.

“I know the best hiding spot,” he says.

“Aren’t we meant to hide separately?” you question as he pulls you along.

“We’re parents we have to work as a team,” he says.

You follow him through the house and eventually up to the attic.

“The kids are scared of the attic,” he says.

“Why don’t the kids use their real names?” you ask.

“It reminds us that the people who gave them those names are gone,” he says.

“Tell me something about the kids,” you say.

“Well, Slightly is my second in command, I’d trust her with my life, Cubby is helpless, the twins are are inseparable, Nibs is a little angel and Tootles goes days sometimes months without speaking,” Ashton says, obviously trying not to end up rambling.

You can tell just from the way his eyes light up how much he loves these kids and it fulls you with a sense of privilege to be a part of this odd little family. 

You’d be lying if you said that over the course of about a week you didn’t form a fairly strong crush on Ashton and you were lead to believe he felt the same bit everything went wrong with a single phone call.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Hi, is that Neverland house?" the person says.

"Yes, how can I help?” you question.

“This is Croc agencies, we have run a search and come up with a possible foster match for Emma Fox who I believe is in your care." the person continues.

"Emma Fox? Oh, slightly! You found her a match?" 

"Yes Mr and Mrs Simpson, we were wondering if we could email you the details and run the idea by her," they say.

"Yeah I will totally ask her about it,” you say. “Thank you for calling”

As soon as you hang up you go and find Ashton.

“Ash, you’ll never guess what, just happened,” you exclaim.

“What?” he smiles at your excitement.

“Someone found a match for Slightly, she could be getting fostered,” you keep the same tone.

“That’s great, but no,” Ashton’s face falls.

“Why? I know you’ve got this attachment to her but this is her chance to have a normal life,” you try to persuade.

“What makes you think she wants that, I’ve promised these kids I’ll never force them to grow up, I’ll never leave them,” he says.

“Ashton I know you think you’re doing the best for them but you can’t keep them here for ever, they’re going to have to leave at some point,” you tell him, trying not to get angry at him.

“I can and I will! I run this place and the kids like it here, they’re never going to leave me and if you don’t like it you can leave!”

His final out burst makes your blood boil so you scream, “I will!”

And you leave without any of your stuff. Out of anger with Ashton you get an idea, it may be slightly extreme but you feel you have no other choice, so you contact the people at Croc agencies.

Back at the home Ashton is sat thinking things over in the lounge, he does really like you, and I mean really like you but he feels like if anything starts anything with you’ll he’d be abandoning the kids, and as you saw from his refusal to let Slightly go, he’s pretty attached to them. He does feel really bad for yelling at you, though.

“Ash?” the twins poke their heads around the door.

He smiles at them, “Come on in”

“Where did [Y/N] go? She was our new mum,” they say walking in followed by Nibs.

“I yelled at her and she left,” he tells them.

“But we liked her,” Nibs says. “We thought you’d get together”

“I couldn’t do that to you guys, that’s a grown up thing,” he says.

“But we all want you together,” the twins say.

“You did?”

You come back to the house to gather your things but as soon as you see Ashton talking to Nibs and the twins you have to stop, so you take a seat on the stairs. That’s when tootles comes up beside you.

“Hey Tootles, hows it going bud?” you say but he just smiles at you. “Still not talking? Well that’s probably good since ’m leaving and I don’t want you to start trying to persuade me to stay. Ashton doesn’t want me here and I’ve done something pretty bad, I just don’t think this place is good for you guys in the long term. So this’ll be goodbye”

“But you make this place better,” Tootles suddenly says, taking you by surprise.

“Hey you talked,” you grin. “What do you mean by that?”

“You and Ash are the closes to parents we have, you’re a great team,” he says.

You smile, “You know you might have just persuaded me to stay,” but then you realize you’ve made a big mistake. “And in that case I need to talk to Ashton”

You stand and got to get him, “Uh, Ash can I talk to you?”

“Oh of course, you guys don’t mind giving us a little space,” he shoos the three kids and you let them out the door. “I thought you’d left for good”

“I was going to but I had a little conversation with Tootles and he got me to stay,” you say.

“Good,” he smiles. “What did you need to tell me?”

“Well, I’ve made a mistake, and you need to promise not to get angry, I was mad at you and I didn’t mean it,” you say.

“What did you do [Y/N]?” he’s very serious now.

“I may have reported you to Croc,” you say.

“You what? [Y/N] that could get us shut down!” he yells.

“I know and I’m sorry, but I think we can get this place looking enough like a care home before they send a representative,” you say.

“How long have we got?”

“A week”

His eyes widen, “Well we’d better get to work”

You formulate a plan, you need to get them into a schedule with healthy meals and good bedtimes, you need to get them acting fairly normal and most importantly you need the place to look like any regular care home, easier said than done.

It takes a whole lot of effort but eventually you feel confident that you might pass the inspection and then the day of the inspection arrives and you gather the kids in the hall.

“Right, we need you to do one thing, we need you to go by your real names, only for today, so Slightly - Emma, Cubby - James, Twins - Eddie and Angela, Nibs - Jessie and Tootles - Albie, understand,” Ashton says and they all nod, “Okay scatter”

You answer the door when someone knocks, “Hello I’m Mr Hook from Croc”

“Nice to meet you I’m [Y/N],” you introduce yourself.

“I have to say I was happy when you complained, I’ve been trying to get this place shut down for ages, the agency said if I’m wrong one more time they’ll fire me”

“Well, I may have been wrong with my complaint,” you say.

“Well we’ll see about that”

You and Ashton are nervous the whole way through the inspection and at one point you’re breathing so heavily that Ashton has to take your hand to calm you down.

Mr Hook leaves without saying anything which you take as a good thing and even better a week later you hear he’s been fired, I guess you guys succeeded.



Orange is the New Black (Episode 12) Sentence Meme
  • ❝ It's a black flag. The international symbol for parley. ❞
  • ❝ And what are we-- pirates? ❞
  • ❝ I'm sure we'll see each other around. ❞
  • ❝ You ever notice that they don't ever put buffalo sauce on any other part of a chicken except the wings? ❞
  • ❝ I sell smack. I'm always worried. ❞
  • ❝ You ain't sick. You just old. ❞
  • ❝ What the fuck have I done with my life? I should've rent to own. I should've got me a man! ❞
  • ❝ You're supposed to keep your hips up. Keeps the sperm in. ❞
  • ❝ You know, you got'ta play dirty if you wan'na win. ❞
  • ❝ You want war. Except you bungled the first shot. ❞
  • ❝ What is this? A tea party? What are you even doing out here? ❞
  • ❝ We're as close as can be, right? Until the money runs out. ❞
  • ❝ Pretty sure that this qualifies as unsafe working conditions. ❞
  • ❝ Now what? Threesome? ❞
  • ❝ It's like having children, I swear. Can't momma have one night out? ❞
  • ❝ Oh, man. I mean, the spirit is willing and everything like that, but we got a serious problem in terms of weight class. ❞
  • ❝ Great, we'll challenge them to a sudoku contest. ❞
  • ❝ Where exactly do you think she's hiding it? In her coochie? ❞
  • ❝ Keep your eyes open. Don't talk to anyone that isn't us. ❞
  • ❝ So, for the time being, you're gon'na answer nature's call in the honey bucket. ❞
  • ❝ Oh my god, we should totally have a sing-along. ❞
  • ❝ How much we got'ta eat to get gibbled? ❞
  • ❝ Come on, take a seat in the trauma counseling center. ❞
  • ❝ There's this whole bucket situation that I'm trying to avoid. ❞
  • ❝ You know you can't say shit like that around here. ❞
  • ❝ That's how they get you. Being cool, doing cool things, and before you know it, you're part of their agenda. ❞
  • ❝ It's the lesbians that started this whole thing. ❞
  • ❝ They're making babies out of a tube. ❞
  • ❝ Waiting for us to go obsolete. That's what they're doing. ❞
  • ❝ No offense, but-- uhh, men being in charge has never done me any good. ❞
  • ❝ Well, are you eating free cookies? ❞
  • ❝ Men can't help it; they're weak. ❞
  • ❝ How's this whole "agenda" thing work?❞
  • ❝ Okay. First of all, keep your voice down. ❞
  • ❝ Are you gon'na let all the men die out? ❞
  • ❝ Oh, fuck no, we need slaves. ❞
  • ❝ 'Cause I know I like how they smell kinda funky, and they're big, and they have dicks and all that. ❞
  • ❝ I mean, the whole point of this is chicks digging each other and being in charge. ❞
  • ❝ Let's say I want to join, right? Would I have to do anything disgusting against the word of God? ❞
  • ❝ I'm talking about eating pussy, if you catch my drift. ❞
  • ❝ Yeah, I hear you. And that is a big part of it, I'm not gon'na lie. ❞
  • ❝ I mean, we're not unreasonable. ❞
  • ❝ Of course, you're still gon'na have to go through the initiation. ❞
  • ❝ Even with the stumpy-stump? ❞
  • ❝ I like me a mustache. Tickles in a good way. ❞
  • ❝ Is that smooth jazz I hear? ❞
  • ❝ Man, you are paranoid as shit. ❞
  • ❝ You used to be something, you know? Now you lost your damn mind. And it's sad. ❞
  • ❝ They don't need to fight you, 'cause they already won. ❞
  • ❝ It's not the dying that's the bad part. It's that I got'ta do it here, y'know? ❞
  • ❝ Do you ever think about why we wear clothes all the time? ❞
  • ❝ I feel trapped inside my face. ❞
  • ❝ They make me ashamed of myself. ❞
  • ❝ They always win one way or another. ❞
  • ❝ This place is getting to me. ❞
  • ❝ You just tried to strangle me with plastic wrap. ❞
  • ❝ You ruined everything. You- you couldn't just be my friend. ❞
  • ❝ You got'ta... You got'ta turn it all wrong. You got'ta-- Wan'na take off my clothes-- ❞
  • ❝ You couldn't let me have one damn thing to myself. ❞
  • ❝ I don't care. You fucked up my life. ❞
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/. 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.