not happy with this one but meh

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They paint the world full of shadows and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgements. Because in the darkness, there’d be dragons. But it isn’t true. We can prove that it isn’t true. In the dark there is discovery, there is possibility, there is freedom in the dark, once someone has illuminated it.

Happy birthday @jamesvflint

The gate… I opened it. I’m the monster.

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#can we talk about this please? #jace has previously mentioned that he doesn’t drink #and now he uses drinking and sleeping around as a coping mechanism to try to internalize everything #especially the whole clary situation #it hurts seeing him this broken #and the fact that no one has outright asked him how he is feeling after everything he has been through makes it even worse #can he please be happy

FOOL4U

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 1,635

A/N: Leave me requests in my DM’s 

Summery: Jughead and y/n get caught up in a heated moment by the lake

Y/N POV -

The heat radiated off my skin as I stepped out of the water onto the riverbank. There was a warm subtle breeze hitting my face as I join the others sat on a large rock, beer cans and food around us. The gang had decided to start off the new term at school on a high note so we all met up by the river for the day and had a couple of drinks. The group consisted of Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica, Jughead and myself.

We all sat round on the rock sharing laughs and making plans for our future summer together. Although some moments weren’t as perfect as others due to there still being tension between some members of the group. There was an ominous feeling about the day as we’d all pushed aside the Jason Blossom case to free our minds of the stress for one weekend.

I sigh and take in a deep breath of fresh air, feeling cold, refreshing water droplets spin down my back from my wet hair. I run my fingers through it to untangle the knots that had appeared. I look to my left to see Jughead awkwardly looking around unsure of what to do with himself. A look of slight discomfort contorted onto his features.

“You okay Juggie?” I ask him quietly not wanting to draw the attention of others. He just looks at me and shrugs, a solemn look about him.

“You gonna strip those clothes off for us Juggie” Veronica cheekily flirted towards the only one still fully dressed at the time. Jughead just scoffed and looked away biting back  “Are you gonna learn to keep your clothes on Veronica?” gaining awkward hisses and coughs from the others.

“That’s a little harsh isn’t Jug, considering it’s still basically summer, are you not planning on getting in the water with the rest of us later on then?” I ask him discreetly smirking his way.

“If it gets too hot then sure i’ll come in, but it’s not necessary for me to sit here half naked and be even more uncomfortable” he passive aggressively comments throwing his arms into the air.

We all just let out breathy laughs and go back to coordinating normal conversation. Not that any of us could really have a normal conversation as our minds had been constantly filled with the conspiracies towards Jason’s death.

“So Archie, how’s your music coming along?” Betty questions the red headed boy sat opposite us. “Yeah it’s good, I’m just really trying to throw myself into writing really, right enough of this sitting around, who wants to get in the water with me?” Archie suggests standing up, Betty, V and Kevin all stand up and follow Archie into the water, all smiles and laughs. I really did love my friends.

“You don’t have to sit here with me because you feel sorry for me you know?” Jughead suddenly snaps looking towards me. “I’m not staying with you because I feel sorry for you, I’m staying here because I enjoy your company dumb ass” I laugh and playfully shove the raven haired boy. He chuckles and grabs my hands to stop me from pushing him. Goose bumps travel up my arms as his hands come into contact with mine. I lean in towards him and let myself collapse in his lap, my head looking up at him, while our hands were still intertwined he fiddled with my fingers.

“I love the way you act around me, you’re just more free” I say looking up at his beautiful face. His green eyes catch mine and he smiles, Not something many people got to see very often, but I had always had the ability to bring it onto his face.

“Well that’s because I’m comfortable with you, I don’t have to pretend to like you it just comes naturally” there was a few minutes silence after his confession, where we just sat enjoying each others company listening to the sounds of our surroundings. You could hear the water splashing and our friends laughs were heard over the buzzing of the nature. It was a truly breathtaking moment in time.

“Do you think we should tell them?” I ask him quietly not wanting to spoil the atmosphere.

“Tell them what?” He replies dumbly knowing exactly what i was talking about, just then he let go of one of my hands and brushed it through my hair, making loops around his fingers with the locks.

“About us” I retort flatly, not taking his sarcasm to heart.

“meh, why do they need to know right now, I don’t care just as long as you’re happy, but not everyone has to know our business, let them just sit and ship us for a while longer” he breaths out.

“yeah it is kinda fun watching them freak out over the little things isn’t it” I giggle and look down at our still intertwined hands. Jug just smiles and nods down at me.

“Right” I sigh standing up and pulling him with me, “take your clothes off we’re going for a swim” He groans in distaste pulling a face but still he shrugs his shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes. I couldn’t help but stare at his body as he removed the layers of clothes. His slightly indented stomach sort of gleamed as the sun hit his skin. He was perfect to me, not completely ripped like Archie, he had a slightly toned lanky figure which suited him well. Once he was ready I lightly pushed him back yelling over my shoulder.

“Race you to the water” I giggle running ahead. It didn’t take long for him to catch up and we joined the others in the water.

“well look who decided to show up” V commented splashing water up at me. I let out a small screech as the cold water splashed up at my body, I just laughed and splashed her back. Bad move. We had started a splashing war between the group, everyone screaming and laughing kicked and thrashing in the water to get everyone wet.

Even Jughead joined in and genuinely looked happy, something that goes a long way in my eyes, I loved to see him happy and smiling, a nice difference from his usual grumpy disposition.

We all carried on messing around in the water for a matter of time, when Betty suggested taking a swim around the lake, Her and Archie swam off and Veronica and Kevin were heavily enthused in competing on ‘who can do the better handstand’

“You wanna take a walk?” Jughead nudges me, his arm comes up to my waist and he tugs me towards the river bank again. I ring out the water from my hair as we walk towards the rock where his clothes were. He just shimmies on his jeans and hands me his flannel shirt, I look up at him and smile, putting the flannel on over my body.

We walk through the forest into a more secluded area, talking about nothing in general. I stop to look at the scenery before us. You could still see the lake peaking through the trees, and sunlight streaking through the gaps of branches. Jughead pulls me towards him by my waist and presses his lips against mine briefly. he pushes his forehead onto mine and breathes out “Beautiful” raising a hand to my face he strokes my cheek, his rough thumb stroking over my bottom lip, I look up into his eyes and notice the contentment in them.

He leans down pressing his lips to mine again, harder than before, his grip around my waist subconsciously tightens. My arms sling around his neck, one hand coming into contact with his face the other falling to the back of his head grasping the wavy raven locks in between my dainty fingers.

He slowly starts to walk me backwards not breaking the kiss until my back hits a tree. Both of his hands now resided on my waist tugging at the shirt he had so graciously handed to me. Our lips moved roughly against each others, both of us pouring our passion into the other person. My hands slipped down from his neck and rested on his smooth chest. Jughead pressed himself closer against me our chests now flush together. I could feel the rough bark from the tree behind me digging into my back. Giving me a slight sensation while our lips were meshed together.

I captured his bottom lip in between my teeth and lightly sucked on it before returning my lips to his. His hands slid round my waist to my lower back where he pulls me closer into his, if that’s even possible. The closeness between us right now was why we enjoyed being with one another, the raw connection we both felt never hesitated to send shivers down my spine.

“Woah! what’s going on here then guys” We hear the smug comment from Veronica, causing us to pull away from each other in shock. she just laughs and shakes her head. “I knew something was going on between you two” and walks away yelling to the others that she had some “big news”

“Well i guess the cats out of the bag then” Jug smiled and looked down at me, still holding onto my waist.

“Do you want me to go and tell her not to say anything?” I enquire looking up to him shyly, not really caring we were caught.

“Nah, let them all see I’m a fool for you” he replies pressing his forehead to mine smiling down at me. I just smile and lean up to press my lips to his once more. This really couldn’t have been a more perfect day.

anonymous asked:

Ok Danielle real talk was there at least one song on reputation where you were like “meh”?

NO I AM TELLING YOU ALL THAT THIS ENTIRE ALBUM IS FIRE. EVERY SINGLE SONG IS A BOP. THIS ALBUM IS AMAZING. THERE IS NO BAD SONG. THIS ALBUM IS SEXY SHADY AND DARK. BUT IT WILL ALSO MAKE YOU HAPPY. IT TELLS A STORY. AND I AM SO EXCITED FOR THE REST OF YOU TO HEAR IT.

Most Beautiful: Jon Snow X Reader

And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;)  One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh

Originally posted by gameofthronefannn

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

“Time to get up love.”

You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.

“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our  Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”

“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”

He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”

Your nine-months were up  and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.

As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.

“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”

No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.

Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.

“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”

“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”

This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.

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A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.

“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”

“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”

Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.

“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”

With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”

You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.

“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.

Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”

Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark,  “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.

“Bet it will happen by years end?”

“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.

“This is why I love you” He smiled.

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A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.

“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”

“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”

“Aye. That is one way to put it.”

Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.

Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.

“Do you think-”

“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”

She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.

“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.

Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.

“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”

“I-I-I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”

You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.

“Ready.”

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You opened your eyes to see your family sitting in your room, Bran and Arya making small talk, Sansa talking to Jon on the other side and Tyrion discussing matters with the Queen herself.

“Morning love.” Jon said, moving towards you slowly, a swaddle of blankets in his arms. “You did marvelous love.” He kissed your cheek and helped you sit up, placing the bundle in your arms.

“ Who is this?” You smiled brightly as he moved back to the crib. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“We were both right.” Jon smirked sitting by you on the bed with another bundle, “Eddard Robb and Catelyn Rose.”

“Twins.” You laughed happily, “Huh. Don’t remember that.”

Sansa laughed, kneeling beside you “Don’t see how you could. You were screaming bloody murder.”

“Honestly Y/N.” Arya piped in, “The Queen and I could hear you from outside.”

“Perhaps we will wait forever to have children, my lord husband.” Sansa added.

“She did have two.” The Queen herself added, “I would never imagine having two back to back.”

“You did have three dragons though, your grace.” You smiled, “Can’t imagine that.”

The Queen smiled, making her way towards you, kneeling beside you and looking down at the babe in your arms, “Dany or Daenerys please.. He is handsome, just like his father, and grandfather.”

“Lemme see!” Bran exclaimed, he rolling and Arya going to Jon. “She has dad’s hair. Mum’s eyes.”

“Opposite for him.” Sansa observed.

“Our perfect family.” She smiled at Jon who kissed her hair, bringing her in, “One boy. One girl. Perfect.”

Jon’s face fell, “What, so we can’t have anymore? Not even try?”

Laughter filled the room in a warm feeling as the world calmly faded to peace and laughter.

Nothing could be better and nothing could break their joy.

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Here is a lil gift for @paintingit for our lil but amazing two months together <3

See, we’re doing a lot of roleplay and this was one of the ideas she had… so why not doing it for her ?

Honey, I love you, you’re really amazing, so kind and caring, thank you for entering in my life, your smile is what makes me happy everyday…

if it’s not moving, just click on the first pic, works on phone at least ;;

Laps!Sans belongs the meh, while Apocalypse!Sans belongs to @paintingit of course <3

I’m sorry for I have sinned

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my favorite thing about byun baekhyun (birthday series):

his heart that wants to draw closer to us. he likes the pictures fans tagged him in. he chats with fans in the comments. he posts pictures of the happenings in his daily life, even pictures of his first shoe, his mic, and his half eaten toast (lol this boy seriously). it’s so heartwarming to know that as much as we want to draw closer to him, he has this same longing to draw himself closer to us. and that’s the most amazing thing about his relationship with fans. it’s a two-way love relationship.” - @ethereal-baek

Caught

Request: “Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!” AU

Request: Hey could you do an imagine where peter and the reader are friends but the reader’s dad is kinda strict so she’s not allowed to have boys over, so she sneaks peter in her bedroom window at night so they can hang out (like watch a movie or play video games or something) but things end up getting kinda smutty. Btw I love your writing and I’m so happy that I found your blog❤❤❤

A/N: I am writing again slowly! So slowly! But I’m working on my requests very slowly. So, so slowly. Also wow? This one wasn’t that good. And Meh if you want a smutty part 2 let me know.

Word Count: 1309

Masterlist

Sometimes you really hated how strict your dad was.

“No boys in the house!” He would always tell you.

Not that you really listened. Two of your three best friends were males and you weren’t exactly going to drop them as friends because your dad didn’t like it when you spent time with boys.

Not too long ago, you found out that your best friend, (and your crush), Peter Parker, was Spiderman. THE SPIDERMAN.

You kind of found out accidentally. You had snuck out one night and kind of, maybe gone into a bad neighbourhood and found yourself surrounded by some not so great people when Spidey came out of no where and saved you. He immediately brought you back to your apartment. Which kind of threw you off.

Spiderman, realizing his mistake, revealed himself to you as Peter.

Since then, Peter no longer allowed you to sneak out at night. And you did not appreciate the fact that yet another man was telling you what to do.

So, as a compromise, you promised not to sneak out unless you were going to do something that didn’t involve walking through that part of the city.

Usually, Peter ended up sneaking into your bedroom. Sometime when your dad would come in to check on you before bed, Peter would scramble to hide. Sometimes he ended up under your bed, other times in your closet, but most of the time he ended up on the side of your building.

Like any other night, Peter had messaged you saying he was on his way.

It was difficult when you could really only see your best friend at school, you weren’t even allowed to have him in your house, so you truly cherished the times that Peter would spend his evenings at your house, even if it meant sneaking around behind your dad’s back.

You were sitting on your bed, headphones in your ears, working on your English homework when you felt someone place a hand on your shoulder.

You jumped, screaming.

“Y/N, shhh, it’s just me!” Peter said

“Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!”

Peter laughed, “Jeez, Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you, but its not like I can come in any other way,”

Suddenly there was a knock at your bedroom door.

“Y/N? Is everything alright? i’m coming in,” You dad said, walking into the bedroom.

Peter’s eyes went wide, He quickly flung himself into you closet and you jumped up to close the door behind him.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Why did you scream?”

You awkwardly stood in front of your closet door as your dad walked into your bedroom, looking around.

“I uh…. I saw a spider,” you said.

You could FEEL Peter rolling his eyes through the closet door.

“and it scared me, kinda just appeared out of no where, but I killed it so it’s okay,” you continued.

“Maybe spider’s wouldn’t get into the house if you didn’t leave your window open all the time. Please close it and finish your homework,”

Your dad walked out of your bedroom and closed the door behind him.

You stepped away from the closet, allowing Peter to step out.

“Did you really have to go with the spider comment?”

“I mean, I wasn’t wrong. A spider did scare me,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Are we watching a movie or having a Mario Kart rematch tonight?”

“I think I’m ready to destroy you at Mario Kart again,” you decided.

You and Peter sat down on the floor in front of your tv and set up the game.

You and Peter spent way too much time playing.

“Ha! I beat you at Mushroom George again! In your face Parker,”

“It’s Mushroom Gorge, Y/N,” Peter rolled his eyes.

“You’re just a sore loser,” You said, sticking your tongue out at Peter.

“Am not!”

“Whatever Parker,”

After many more rounds, and lots more banter, you came out the winner.

“And here we have it! I, Y/N, Y/L/N, am still the reiGNING ULTIMATE MARIO KART CHAMPION!”

Peter laughed, “Maybe I let you win,

“Sore! Loser!”

There was another knock at your door, “Y/N! Who are you talking to?”

“No one dad, just yelling at my tv screen again,”

Without warning your bedroom door opened,

Your dad spotted Peter, You and Peter quickly shot up off the ground and you went to stand in front of Peter.

“Y/N, Y/L/N, What have I told you about boys In your bedroom?” Your dad said, raising his voice

“Dad, It’s just Peter,”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO IT MATTERS THAT YOU DEFIED MY ORDERS” he yelled

“I’m sorry sir, i’ll just leave,” Peter said.

Peter maneuvered around your father and gave you a compassionate smile before turning and leaving your bedroom.

The next hour was you receiving a lecture from your father. He yelled and screamed and even went off on how you could be pregnant right now from Peter. He wouldn’t listen when you tried to explain that you really were only playing video games.

After your father left, you were fuming. You don’t think you’ve ever been this angry. You’re responsible. You weren’t a child anymore. You didn’t deserve to be treated like some ignorant twelve year old.

You were angry. Peter was your friend! He was more than your friend. He was the love of your life, and your dad was being an ass.

You were going to sneak out to see Peter when you saw him sitting outside your window.

You walked over and let him in.

“You stayed?”

“Yeah. I mean, I was worried about you,”

“Well, don’t worry too much Parker, i’m just angry,”

“I’m sorry we got caught,”

“It’s not your fault Peter, and if I could have helped it we would have been caught in a much more compromising position,” you muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,”

“No, what did you say?” Peter asked.

You signed, “I just meant that If we had been caught doing something, we should have been caught doing something. If you know what I mean,”

“Well, we could always get caught again, I know it wouldn’t be that hard, you’re very loud,”

“I’m not loud…”

“You’re a loud moaner,”

“How do you know?!” You questioned.

“I’ve uh, flown fast here a couple of times as Spiderman while you were in a compromising position yourself,”

Your face went red, realizing what he meant.

“Oh god, that’s so embarrassing,”

“No, it’s actually kinda hot,” Peter said, taking a step towards you.

“Are we really going to do this?” You asked.

“If we are, you’re going to have to learn to be quiet, Y/N, cause i’d really like to enjoy you and not have your father barge in on us,”

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath.

Peter took another step closer to you, letting his hand brush your face.

“Just tell me what you want, Y/N,”

“You,” you breathed.


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“He said that you’d never amount to much. You didn’t even pass your Sergeant’s exam.”

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Eventually I learned that, in the beginning at least, it was better for me to be finished than to try to be perfect. I had to get out of my own way. It wasn’t that the voice in my head the one telling me my pages weren’t good enough went away, exactly. I just didn’t let it stop me. An important tool against self-doubt is just to ignore it. Forge ahead anyway. Just keep going, keep going, keep going.

Happy 50th birthday, Lauren! ♥️️

A Matter of Pride

AN: Who’s up for a prequel to Mr Holmes

When the bell chimed to announce a visitor, Molly quickly wiped her tears and put away her journal, the ink not yet dry on the page, the relating of the story Colonel Lestrade had conveyed that morning not yet finished. Oh, but how she wished to be alone in her anger and sorrow. That her dearest friend, her beloved cousin, had been cheated of love by that horrible man and his arrogant meddling! 

Hearing footsteps heading toward the sitting room, she stood and composed herself to greet whomever had come with a courteous smile.

The maid opened the door and bobbed a quick curtsy, before stepping out of the way to let the visitor pass.

“Mr Holmes!” Molly stared at him in surprise, a turmoil rising in her chest as she suddenly was faced with the man at the centre of her ire.

“Miss Hooper.” He bowed curtly and she belatedly remembered to curtsy. His usual stoic nature abandoned, he strode past her and laid his top hat on the table, next to her journal. His fingers danced along the wood top and he seemed to be almost manic in his agitation.

“I confess I did not expect to see you again so soon after yesterday,” she said and lowered herself into an armchair, clasping her hands together so he could not see them trembling. She clenched her teeth and reminded herself that she was a lady, perhaps not in a social class that equaled his, but a lady nonetheless. And a lady minded her tongue, spoke softly, and most assuredly would not slap a man unless in defence of her person. No matter how she longed to.

He glanced at her and sat in the chair opposite, crossing his ankle over his knee. For a moment, he remained unnaturally still. Then in a burst of energy, he jumped and began to pace.

“Is everything quite all right?”

“No. It is not,” he snapped. Molly raised her eyebrows.He paced back and forth, breathing quite harshly, before stopping before her and gesturing toward her with an accusing hand. “You are a truly vexing creature, Miss Hooper. And though I have tried, by God, how I have tried, I am unable to overcome these wretched emotions.”

She watched with wide eyes and a pounding heart, as he ran a hand through his curls.

“It is hopeless to fight it, so I have decided to concede defeat and admit that I love you.”

All the colour drained from her face and she wondered if the earth had gone still, so quiet were the seconds after his admission.

But then he began pacing once more, his words flowing together and increasing in speed. “Though it is against my better judgment and all logical sense, there the truth stands. An inconceivable truth, perhaps. After all, a man of my intelligence, status, and class is hardly considered in want of female company. But I have found no use for it. However, I now find myself unable to think of anything else but of you. Despite your lack of familial ties and somewhat unremarkable beauty, I have come to admire your intelligence and comely appearance, an admiration that has swiftly turned to love. So I beg you most fervently to relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife.”

The ticking of the clock on the mantle filled the silence that fell following his declaration. Looking down at her lap, Molly’s heart pounded and she wondered how he could not hear it. This man, this hateful man who had destroyed her beloved cousin’s happiness, stood before her as a man in love, proposing marriage of all things!

Breathing deeply, she considered her words. “I am afraid I must decline.” She spoke calmly, the even tone of her voice belying the racing of her heart. She lifted her gaze to his and prayed for strength. “It was never my intention to vex you so and for that I am sorry.”

He stared at her blankly, as if surprised she had not joyfully accepted his suit. He paced away, leaning on the mantel, before looking back at her. His eyes searched her face. His baritone voice was low and even, but she could hear the timbre of anger underneath. “May I ask why I am to be refused?”

Pushing herself up, she stood as tall as her diminutive stature would allow, relying on her righteous anger to cow the man before her. “Mr Holmes, you have managed to insult me, mock my lack of immediate family, and rob my dearest cousin of her chance for love and happiness.” 

Mr Holmes blanched and blinked repeatedly.

“Still you ask why I would refuse you.” Molly scoffed in an unladylike manner. “Mr Holmes, you could have all the money in the world, but not a single note of it would persuade me to accept you. Had you treated me in a more gentlemanly manner and not been instrumental in breaking my cousin’s heart, my answer might have been more hesitant. And knowing now how horribly you have treated Mr Brook, a man once considered as close to your family as blood, I can assuredly say that you would be the last man on earth I could ever be prevailed upon to marry!”

At the name of his once-friend, Mr Holmes’ face darkened and a fury washed over his regal features. Molly was instantly struck by the thought of how he could change from a wealthy upperclassmen, aloof and cold perhaps, to London’s famous detective, whose very name sent criminals running in fear.

In the silence that followed her exclamation, Molly held her breath in fear that he would let loose his infamous cutting remarks, his mouth parted slightly. But then, he closed it and the muscles in his jaw clenched. His nostrils flared and the agitated, enamored suitor who had entered the room was replaced by the cold, stoic Mr Holmes she was acquainted with. 

“Forgive me for wasting your time. Good day, Miss Hooper,” he said quickly and coldly, then snapped his heels and bowed. Setting his hat on his head, he swept from the room and slammed the door behind him.

Trembling, Molly stared after him, lowering herself slowly onto the chair. A righteous satisfaction filled her, but she was also struck by a sudden disappointment. He hadn’t defended himself at all or given any excuse for his actions, in fact. 

She wondered at that. Was she disappointed that he hadn’t given her the satisfaction of a halfhearted denial, of challenging his excuses? 

Or perhaps she was disappointed that he hadn’t offered her a reason at all that would help her to understand why he had done the things he’d done. A reason that might have led her to reconsider her opinion of him. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you read fanfiction, if so do you have any awesome overwatch fic recs? I love your art so much!!!

I’ll have you know, I read fics on a daily basis. No matter how long or short I’ll read them if the tags intrigues me. So yes I do got recs for y’all! (These are mostly just r76 fics just FYI. You all know by now that I’m a huge reaper76 nerd)

So here’s a list of awesome fics! You’ll find them on AO3!

Your Guardian Angel (r76)
by EpsilonWrites

When We Were Young (r76)
by JudgeCoffee

So long and goodnight (r76)
by kriegersan

In the language of flowers (r76)
by sgtbaarnes (CastielsTeaCabinet)

I’m Comin’ Home (r76)
by momopichu

Poison Gold (r76)
by Bambifawn

Dizzy on the comedown (r76)
by dorvalante

Two creams one sugar (r76)
by Shaylaakajoker

Roadkill Curse (r76)
by sirotcinec

Through The Aether (r76)
by Kerrigore

Twice Dead (r76) 
by Kerrigore

Trust me there’s a lot more but I don’t won’t to overload this ask ^-^’’’ They are in no particular order btw.   

The Name Game

This is ridiculous, not gonna lie. Just a little Dean drabble that came to mind last night, when I was exhausted, and I literally gave myself the giggles. So imagine that Dean x reader are just as exhausted, and that things are just as stupid funny to them as they were to me when my mind came up with this… 

I’m so sorry :D


You feel the mattress give as he crawls beneath the covers, and you smile, still mostly asleep. He’s home. He’s safe.

He’s warm and solid behind you, one arm sneaking its way under your arm, angling up across your body to your shoulder as he spoons up close behind you. A contented sigh ruffles your hair a little as he drops a kiss to your head. “Glad you’re home,” you murmur, and he gives you a squeeze.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he says, and you love the way his voice makes his chest rumble against you. Something else is nudging against you, too, and you can’t help smiling.

“Seems like Little Dean is happy to see me, too,” you tease, and he chuckles.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” he says, his voice rich and lazy, sleepy.

“About what?”

“You always call him Little Dean. Hurts his feelings.”

You giggle softly. “I mean he’s little compared to – your whole self. You doof.”

“Well, he thinks he deserves a better name. Something a little more – impressive.”

You turn to your back, the silly grin on your face matching the one on his. “Oh, really. Well, does he have any suggestions?”

“A couple.”

“Please – enlighten me.” Dean’s eyes are shining with amusement, that fourteen-year-old self inside him that loves to be naughty is just dying to come out and play, and you love that side of him.

“Well, he gave me a list. Are you ready?”

“Please,” you sputter, almost giggling already.

“Well, these are pretty – meh, if you ask me, but – The Boss. The Sniper Rifle. The Specialist. Master Blaster. The Wench Wrench. But he’d prefer one of the top two.”

You almost choke trying to contain your laughter, you can barely speak. “Please, tell me the top picks. I can’t wait.”

Dean turns to his side to face you, both of you barely containing yourselves. Dean starts talking twice before he manages to stifle his laughter enough to continue. “Okay. Brace yourself. His favorites are: Mr. Happy Fun Time…”

A smothered explosion of giggles spews out between your lips, and you clamp them shut as your body shakes with laughter. Your voice is high-pitched and forced as you ask, “And? The other one?”

Dean’s entire face is twitching with the effort to contain himself, and you keep letting out little whines, laughter that is leaking out despite your efforts to stifle it for just one more minute.

“Sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes. Please.”

“The Jackhammer of Love.”

Aaaaaand you’re both done. Neither of you has laughed this hard in – well, you can’t remember when. There are tears streaming down your face, your stomach aches, and still you can’t stop. And hearing Dean laugh like this, well – this is the best.

You both finally calm down, panting for breath, an occasional giggle starting you up again for a few moments here and there. Dean pulls you close for a kiss, your lips smiling against his. “So – what’s the verdict?” he asks, and you look into his eyes, still shining with mirth.

“Oh, I’m sorry – but I’m gonna have to sleep on that one.”

He pulls you close, letting out a big, exhausted sigh. “Fair enough. But I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be expecting an answer in the morning.”


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