• Sherlock:*pacing outside Molly's flat*
  • Sherlock:*swallows hard; knocks once*
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Molly:*opens the door; smiling* Hi...
  • Sherlock:...
  • Molly:*awkward* Um, it's not like you to knock.
  • Sherlock:...
  • Molly:*frowns* Did you want to come in?
  • Sherlock:*mutters nervously* Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper *hands her a small present*
  • Molly:*blinks* It's July...
  • Sherlock:*clears his throat* I, um...never gave you your gift *awkward* THAT Christmas...
  • Molly:*raises an eyebrow* That was two years ago.
  • Sherlock:Mhmm.
  • Molly:*blushes; smiles* Oh, well...um, thank you *hesitates* err, did you want to-
  • Sherlock:*gestures* Aren't you going to open it?
  • Molly:*glances down at the present* I-I suppose so *slowly opens the present*
  • Sherlock:*waiting*
  • Molly:*smiles at the locket, the shape of an anatomically correct heart* It's lovely.
  • Sherlock:*takes the box* Allow me.
  • Molly:*sweeps her hair aside* Thanks... *hesitates* why now?
  • Sherlock:*secures the locket around her neck; smiles* I've been thinking.
  • Molly:*nods* Okay...
  • Sherlock:*pops the locket open* About what I need...
  • Molly:*reads the word 'you' engraved inside; tearful* Oh.
  • Sherlock:*kisses her forehead* Never doubt it.
  • Molly:*grins; sniffs* I won't *kisses his cheek* Thank you.
  • Sherlock:*shakes his heaad* No, Molly. Thank you.

anonymous asked:

youtube*com/watch?v=8RV0RASaBXw This is a very interesting moment, if you noticed around 0:36 when the Mc said Jo in sung's_ name Ji raised his eyebrows fast!, I really want to know what do you think about this? ^^

Oh yes, a classic case of Jealous Jongin. 

A lot of blogs have talked about this moment and I agree with a lot of them but I’ll try to add something a little different to avoid repetition.

In my opinion, Jongin was feeling insecure here. His body really shows off gravity complementary behaviour. His head is down, he’s slouching and when he smiles the corners of his lips turn downwards and it looks awkward. This is the behaviour of someone who is feeling quite insecure. 

Why would he be feeling insecure? Probably because Kyungsoo is openly displaying his closeness to Jo In Sung and Kyungsoo doesn’t always do that with him. He’s most definitely jealous. 

A bigger giveaway is the fact that the members (Chanyeol, Xiumin, Suho) all evidently glanced at Jongin right after Kyungsoo had slipped the words “In Sungie” at 1:33. It’s quite remarkable, how they all thought to turn around to see Jongin’s reaction after the statement. 

Can you blame him though?

Kyungsoo looks like he’s glowing when he stands next to In Sung and In Sung is just so casual about it. He casually keeps Kyungsoo under his arm 99% of the time and puts him in the limelight and Kyungsoo doesn’t even mind. If I were Jongin, I’d be jealous too.

I mean, look at this [All Sources/OPs]:

Jongin does this to Kyungsoo all the time so you can imagine how Jongin felt when he saw this, if he saw these. In Sung even has his thumb on Kyungsoo’s hair and his hand seems to reach all the way across to the more delicate part of his neck, like the sides. 

They look so close. I don’t ship them, I honestly think they just have a really close and affectionate relationship. Kyungsoo seems to really trust him by the way he responds.

These moments and the chemistry between In Sung and Kyungsoo really shows off how close they are, while Kyungsoo and Jongin don’t get to do that. 

Anyway, Kyungsoo sounded really nervous when he was talking about In Sung probably because he admires the man very much. Jongin had his head down the entire time they were talking about it, which is why Jongin’s mood must have a strong link to the conversation topic being about In sung. Jongin looks so bitter, in my opinion.

I also want to point out that Jongin is literally supportive of everything Kyungsoo does and here he doesn’t show a single sign of encouragement. It’s like he wants to avoid the topic at all costs, maybe because Kyungsoo seems to really like In Sung but Jongin has a sort of bitterness towards the man?

When the other members smile, Jongin doesn’t move a muscle. There is a huge lack of response from this part compared to the other members. Before the nickname comes through, Jongin tries to cooperate. He nods his head and I think he’s trying to make it seem as if he’s unaffected by giving himself something to do, like a distraction which is the script in his hands. It looks, to me, like he’s trying to make it seem as if he’s occupied with reading. However, after the nickname slips, a really tense and forced smile appears on his face as if he was struck by the slip up himself. He doesn’t really nod anymore or show any sign of being cooperative. It’s a bit of a freeze response, in terms of body language, in which you feel “threatened”. He then returns to smiling. 

I think bowing your head is actually a powerful response. It’s a way of hiding your face to feel less exposed. It’s an avoidance response too. Considering the context of the situation, Jongin obviously feels really tense about it. 

This is my addition to other opinions already posted, I hope you like it! 

Widowmaker whispered French into Lena’s skin.

“What’s that?” She found it difficult to choke out the words between breaths. Widow chuckled into the small of Lena’s throat. She raised her eyes to meet the younger girl’s and cocked her head to the side.

“Like being devoured by the sun.” she repeated in English.

“Oh you’ll be devoured alright.” A playful spark danced in Lena’s eyes as Widow raised an eyebrow. They were tangled up on the couch of the library enjoying the quiet of an empty base. Most of the others were running drills while Lena was tasked with observing the newest convert. Widow still wasn’t trusted to roam the base alone, not that Tracer was opposed to “observing” the assassin. They chuckled and lazily bumped their smiles together. The door to the library flew open. The two women froze and slowly turned to see a worn, scarred Soldier 76 standing in the doorway. He pulled his mask off and pinched the bridge of his nose, allowing a long sigh to escape beneath his hand.

“Really?” The low gravelly reprimand made Lena smile sheepishly and Widow sit up at Tracer’s knees.

“Relax, Jack, she’s keeping close tabs on me.” Widow replied with a wicked grin on her face, winking at the smaller girl.

“What did you call me?” The room went frigid as Soldier swiftly crossed the room, extending his free arm and an accusatory finger. Widow’s eyes searched the man. “No one here calls me Jack.” He stated more clearly furthering his advance towards the women. Tracer sat up in a defensive position next to Widow. Unwavering, Widow stood to lock eyes with the soldier. Lena hopped up, half inserting herself between the two. She attempted to head off an impending fight, even though she was nearly a head shorter than both the contenders.

“What does it really matter, Morrison?” The British woman prodded. She had been working so hard to incorporate Widow into her family of Overwatch members, she wasn’t about to let a slip of the tongue ruin that.

“No one here has called me Jack. No one.” He passed his glare from woman to woman. “If she remembers anything from before,” he spat the words at Widow, “then she has no excuse for what she’s done.” They stood tense, Lena’s arm being the only barrier between the two. Soldier took a few steps back, refusing to break the stare down, then turned on a heel and marched out the door. Lena let loose the breath she had been holding and Widow continued to stare after the soldier as he slammed the door. Lena plopped back on the couch and watched the assassin.

“Do you actually remember anything?” Lena softly prodded after a couple minutes of silence. Widow crossed her arms and shook her head.

“Fragments. They slip through the cracks you’ve made.” Finally turning to meet the hazel eyes analyzing her. There was something in those freckle framed eyes that she couldn’t pinpoint. The gaze made her stomach turn and she looked away. ‘Hope.’ she thought, ‘She still holds out hope… Foolish girl…’

“What do you remember?”

“You broke me.” Widow whispered under her breath. Turning to Lena, she elaborated, “Whatever they did, it’s not reversible-”

“I know that. Winston said it would be nearly impossible-”

“But you broke the pretty little mask they made for me. The cracks allow very few things to leak through.” She started rubbing her arm and slowly sat down on the couch next to Tracer, refusing to make eye contact. “It’s why I’ve refused to share a bed with you.” Lena blushed slightly at the implication. “You smell like a memory.” The wind was stolen from Tracer’s lungs. She wanted to press further but found no words cooperating with her. Blinking finally, she struggled with a response.

“What memory?”

“Strawberries. And a sundress.” Lena ran through her memories, memories of idolizing Overwatch as a child, of joining the Royal Air Force to become the hero she wanted to be, of being recruited by the very heroes she worshipped, of being lost in the time stream, of loss, of the recall, nothing she could find resembled strawberries and sundresses. She tilted her head.

“I don’t…”

“It could just be a dream… It hurts to remember…” Widow stood. “I believe it’s time for bed anyway.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’ll stay here if you need me, love.” This revelation weighed heavy on Tracer, finding herself unable to move from the couch. Widow quickly retreated to Lena’s room, her temporary resting place while the whole of Overwatch learned where her loyalties lied. She crawled reluctantly into the bed that was not hers, and tried to usher off the thoughts that demanded to escape through her cracks.

A young woman with long jet black hair walked into a field of ankle high grass. A soft breeze played with the hem of her cream colored sundress and threatened to take her large-brimmed sunhat. She held her hat against the wind as a dazzling smile spread across her face. She turned, a man meeting her gaze with a basket and a matching smile.

“Should we be worried about those clouds?” The woman gestured towards dark gray clouds on the horizon.

“No, my darling. There isn’t to be any rain today.” He pulled a strawberry from the basket and held it to the woman’s lips. Biting down, she braced a hand under the juicy berry. She chuckled as the flavor exploded in her mouth and nearly stained her dress. The clouds advanced faster, just as the woman was about to express her worries again, a crack of lighting split the sky. A jet came into view from the storm, the billowing clouds turning into smoke coming from the jet’s tail. The woman ran further into the field, shock spreading across her face and a tear biting at her eye.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ve landed worse.” A cockney voice came through laced with concern and crackled as if spoken into a radio. Another crack of lightning smacked the sky and everything was gone, the jet, the smoke, the clouds.

“Lena!” The woman screamed.

Widow sat up in bed gasping for breath, a hand on her arm. A soft blue glow outlined the alarmed features of Tracer.

“Just grabbing a blanket, love. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” Widow roughly grabbed Lena’s arm as if to check her grasp on reality. “You’re alright, you’re here. I’m here with you.” Lena went through her script that Angela had taught her. The words, as short as they were, managed to pull her into reality whenever she struggled. It was her best bet to help the gasping woman. Widow’s breath slowed as her head erupted in pain. She wrapped herself in Lena’s arms and a strange warmth ran a track down her cheek.

“I know.” Her world was being devoured by the sun that Tracer was, but she knew in this moment she would be okay.

“So, babe…” Ali dragged out as they boarded their flight to Kansas City.

“Yes?” Ashlyn replied calmly handing the attendant her and Ali’s boarding pass.

Ali grabbed Ashlyn’s now free hand as they walked down the tunnel, “Have you watched my animated story yet?” Ashlyn kept quiet until they found their seats immediately pulling out her laptop and purchasing the in-flight wifi.

“I have not watched it, I haven’t watched any of them…and you know why.” Ali’s heart broke at the sound of her voice because she knew how badly Ashlyn wanted to be apart of the 18, “I know, I’m sorry. You’re still my #1 keeper if that holds any weight.”

Ashlyn broke into a small smile, “Oh you haven’t replaced me with Hope yet?” She wiggled her eyebrows, “But how bout I’ll watch yours, only yours, right now before we take off?”

“No!” The other passengers quickly turned to Ali at the sound, “Sorry,” she mumbled back, “I mean you don’t need to watch it right now, you can watch it when it into camp. Let’s just watch some Netflix.”


Once they arrived at the hotel, Ali made some weak excuse to leave right away leaving Ashlyn alone to watch her animated story.

“Alright, Ali, why did you want me to be alone for this?” Ashlyn said aloud to herself.

A minute and a half in, Ashlyn was confused why Ali picked this story out of everything then it hit her. “I guess I now know which type of rock I want, shiny and smooth,” Ali smiled sweetly into the camera holding at her left hand as a diamond bounced above her head. “Ali, not that subtle, Krieger,” she thought before striking an idea, “I guess carrying this with me for the past six months has payed off.”


“Hey, rock collector, here.” Pinoe joked handing Ali a rock as she walked to the team breakfast. Ali gave her a smug look, “Just the rock I wanted.”


Ali was walking to the snack room when Alex passed by her, “Smooth and shiny, just like you said,” throwing a small pebble to the defender.

“Haha hilarious, you all know why I did that story. No need to make fun of me for it.”


“One rock for Ali Krieger, the best rock collector of 2016,” HAO sarcastically stated, setting down a pretty big one next to Ali at dinner. Ali heard snickers from the entire team and groaned in agony. If she would have known dropping a hint would cost her all this torture she would have never done it. Almost everyone on the team had given her a rock besides Ashlyn…


“Babe, come meet me outside by the lake,” Ashlyn pleaded over the phone to Ali. “I don’t know. I’m tired, Ash.” Ali mumbled back holding back a yawn. After a few minutes of begging and a couple white lies, Ali was heading down.


“What, Ashlyn? You going to give me a rock too?” Ali groaned playing with the hem of her shirt.

Ashlyn hid back a smirk, “I think you’ll like this one though.” Ali rolled her eyes and kept about twenty feet between her and Ashlyn, “Look I know you know that it was a hint but like this isn’t funny anymore.”

“You’re right this isn’t funny,” Ashlyn lowered her head before going down on one knee, “and I hope you don’t think this is either. Alexandra Blaire Krieger, I’m sorry it took me this long to do this and I’m sorry it took me basically watching you ask me for a ring also. But I’ve had this ever since Christmas, I’ve wanted to this for so long but I didn’t have the balls. So Alex, will you add one more rock to your collection and marry me?”

It all starts when Sarada comes home one day and immediately begins ranting about how idiotic boys are and “Mama you would not BELIEVE what Boruto did while he was training with Papa >:((( he turned into YOU! and he was wearing nothing but an APRON and when Papa saw he-”

“What did Papa do?” Sakura didn’t mean to cut her daughter off mid sentence, the question kind of came out unexpectedly

“Papa made a face.”

“What kind of face?”

“Well, his sharingan activated, and at first I thought he was mad. But then he said-”

“What did Papa say?” Sakura raised an eyebrow.

“…that Boruto needed to improve by learning the harem technique.”

“oh did he now?…..”
Sakura smiled and sipped her tea.

After years of playing cat and mouse with her husband

she knew she finally had the upper hand.


(Not My Gif)

“Not in the mood Dean” you grumbled in annoyance. You weren’t feeling great today. You thought some alone time in your separate motel room may make you feel better but Dean felt the need to bother you during this time you.

“Oh come on. Turn that frown upside down eh” Dean said giving you a playful wink. You grumbled to yourself. Dean was trying to be funny but you weren’t laughing.

“Go away Dean” you muttered irritatedly as Dean stood up and disappeared for a moment into another room.

“Hey [Y/N]” you looked up to see Dean had returned with a bowl on top of his head.

“What are you doing?” You questioned raising an eyebrow.

“Trying to make you laugh sweet cheeks” Dean smile crossing his eyes “is it working”.

The more you stared at Dean’s ridiculous face the more the laughter was threatening to escape your mouth. You started to hold your breath but the concealed chuckles were starting to make your body shake.

Finally you couldn’t hold it anymore and you burst into a laughing fit.
Dean seemed very proud of himself. He had a smile of victory on his face.

“Knew I could do it”.


Imagine Jack thinking you’re cute, while he’s on stage, and Merritt approaching you later…

Merritt: *turns to Jack, points at you as everybody in the audience, including you, gets up to leave* *smirks* 

Jack: *gif* 

Merritt: *runs to the edge of the stage* Excuse me, miss-!

You: *turns around* 

Merritt: Hi *smiles* I was wondering if you’d like a backstage tour of our show? 

You: … *sees Jack in the corner face-palming* umm-

Merritt: Oh, I won’t be giving the tour, Jack will *nods towards him* He thinks you’re cute but is too shy to ask you himself. 

You: *raises eyebrows* Oh. I- I don’t have any plans today, so, I’m up for that. 

Merritt: *turns to Jack and gives him a thumbs-up, making Jack blush then smile at you* 

Sleepy Boy

OI this is for @side-angel so ENJOY
“Space is hella big, y’know?” Simon said, pointing to the TV. You had just sat down to watch a late night documentary about space when the fuck boy of the year had decided to bug you.
“I thought you were going to edit a video?” you questioned the blond, scrunching your face up as he rested his chin on your head.
“Well, I was but you’ve got a shit computer,” he said and flashed you a smile, you hitting his arm.
“Oh, shut up. I’m not a fancy pancy youtuber. I just use it for tumblr,” you said and turn your attention back to the show.
“Play me a song?” Simon said, you raising an eyebrow at his sudden question. You turned your head to watch him step back and brandish your ukulele. God, he was an idiot. You chuckle before taking it from him.
“Simon, stop procrastinating and edit your damn video,” you said and shooed him away. The blond went away sulking and you turned back to your show, putting the ukulele aside.
About 20 minutes later you heard shuffling behind you and sighed, turning around to see Simon putting the kettle on.
“You seriously cannot be doing this?” you said and he jumped slightly, looking to you. He just gave you a smile and you stood to your feet. Taking Simon’s hand, you guided him back to the desk in your room and sat him down in the chair.
“Simon. Edit the damn video,” you said sternly and patted his head. You took yourself back to the living room and resumed watching your show.
It was getting late and soon enough you’d finished your show and there wasn’t anything else on TV that interested you. Turning off the TV, you listened to the silence in the apartment and smiled softly to yourself. You stood up from the couch and walked to the bedroom, looking to the desk. Simon had fallen asleep, his head on the desk with the finished video on the screen. You gave him a little shake, crouching down to his level.
“You did it, good job. Let’s get you to bed, sleepy boy,” you said, Simon not saying anything and just letting you pull him under the sheets. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and soon the two of you fell asleep.

Dinner Dates || Jason Todd x Reader

A/N : Here is some more of the flower child , Jason Todd. 


PROMPT : “You hear that ? Thats the sound of my awesomeness “

When you said ‘Dinner at my place ‘ I just assumed you’d order Chinese or something “ you teased , leaning your elbow on the kitchen counter , raising an eyebrow at Jason’s direction who just smiled at you.

 “What you thought I was too useless to cook ?” he asked and you shook your head ,

 “Nah, I just figured the big , bad Red Hood wouldn’t care about cooking and all that “  you said , smirking. 

“Oh yeah , totally. No cooking and cleaning for the Red Hood. All I care about is spilling the blood of my enemies “ Jason said sarcastically , rolling his eyes and making stabbing motions. 

 “Well yeah , that and eradicating all the clowns off the face of this earth “ you said and Jason pushed his head back , letting out a loud laugh. “Oh yeah , when I’m not dealing with drug lords and human traffickers , I go to circuses and stab all the clowns in their sleep” He joked , rolling his eyes affectionately at you.  Smiling slightly , he leaned forward on the counter on his elbow , mimicking your position.

“And for your kind information , missy “ he said , smirking as one of his hands came up to pinch your nose , causing you to scrunch up your face “ I am an awesome cook “

“Oh  are you-“ you started only to be interrupted  by the ringing sound of the oven.

“You hear that ? That’s the sound of my awesomeness” Jason exclaimed , smiling at you as he put some oven gloves on and popped open the oven. You craned your neck over to see what Jason  had cooked, but from your position opposite the counter and Jason’s tall frame , you didn’t have much luck. Jason walked over to the table , with you following behind him , eager to see what he had made.

Jason Todd really was a man of many surprises , because he had , much to your surprise, set up an actual table and all for the dinner. He must have caught the way you were gawking at him because as he set the dish down he said,

“You know , contrary to popular belief , murder and mayhem are NOT my ONLY specialties. I can be quite charming when I want to “

“That is not what I was thinking ‘’ you defended weakly , as you did a quick hand motion of protest , “ I was just uh…… admiring the cutlery “

“Thanks , I stole it “ Jason joked and you shot him an annoyed glare in response.

“Girls don’t like guys who are too cocky “ you said , offering him a fake smile

“They also don’t like murderer vigilantes but seems like you have more than one kink , huh ?” Jason shot back and your smile faltered and a slight blush creep up to your cheeks causing Jason to let out a loud laugh.

“ I really hate you “ you mumbled halfheartedly , as Jason walked towards you , putting his hands around your waist. He smiled down at you before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. You put your arms around his  neck in response as one of your hands found their way through his hair.

“Can we eat before all that ?” you mumbled , pulling away from him and smiling “ Because , I’m kind of hungry really “

“Whatever you say , babe”


The days like today

It’s days like today that make him realise how much he loves you.

As he trudges up the stairs of your home, he opens the door and quietly sets down his bag. He kicks of his shoes and sees your work blazer on the hook next to you heels. He walks into the living room, hearing the television.

He doesn’t see you over the couch and furrows his eyebrows. He walks foreword, to see you cuddled up in one of his shirts, a Pokemon blanket, your mouth is slightly ajar and you’re taking deep breaths.

Why must it be so cute?

He smiles and walks around the couch, rolling on top of you. You don’t wake up immediately and he wraps his arms around you. You arose and smile at Mikey’s presence.

“Hey Mikey-” Your eyes shoot open. “Oh my god! Mikey!”

You pull his lips to yours and wrap your arms around his neck. He rests his hands on your hips and kisses back.

“I missed you princess.”

You smile and nuzzle into his chest.

“I want to kiss you again, but I don’t want to move.”

He chuckles at you;

God, you are so out of my league.

He kisses your cheek.

“You know where I want to kiss you?” He whispers.


“In a field, in front of all of our family in friends, after we say our vows.” He whispers. “After you’re mine.”

You smile, a faint blush rising to your cheeks.

“And I’m going to grab your waist like this,” he grabs your waist and pulls you closer towards him, “I’m going to look in your eyes an wonder how I got so lucky, and then in going to kiss the shit out of you.”

“I want that too Mikey, I want you.”

NCIS Imagine: Drunk Gibbs Trying to Teach You How to Sand His Boats

Requested By: @scribe-of-winchester

Originally posted by specialagentkatetodd24

Too Much To Drink

You have no idea how you managed to get here.

And by here, you mean sitting in the basement of your boyfriend’s house watching and listening him explain to you about the creation of boats at 3 AM.

Gibbs shoots you a loopy smile.

Oh yeah.

And he’s drunk. Had too much to drink.

Gibbs drops a screwdriver at his feet, and he stumbles trying to pick it up.

Nope. Not drunk.

Just flat out wasted.

You hop off the stool to help the marine grab the fallen tool. “Maybe we should get you to bed, Jethro,” you suggest lightly, handing him back the screwdriver.

“Already trying to get me into bed, [Y/N]?” he says with a broad grin on his face and raised eyebrows, moving forward so that you were trapped between him and the skeleton of the boat he had been working on.

Your face is burning. “Come on, Jethro. Let’s go upstairs,” you try again.

But Gibbs is already shaking his head vehemently. “I don’t wanna. Wanna show you how I make my boats. Please?” he asks, the goofy beam still on his face.

You smile at the childish resolution in his voice and near pout on your boyfriend’s face. “You can show me tomorrow. I promise.”

He’s shaking his head again, and he gets hold of your shoulders, turning you so you were facing his boat. “No. Now,” he murmurs in your ear. You inadvertently shiver at his tone.

Gibbs doesn’t seem to notice as he clumsily grabs some sandpaper off the workbench and puts it against the boat. Once again, you’re trapped between the boat and the marine.

He grasps your hand so you can join him in sanding the wood, although, with the amount of pressure he’s putting on it, you doubt it’s actually doing anything. He leans against you, evidently finding it easier to stand this way.

“You hafta follow the grain of the wood, [Y/N],” he slurs. “You hafta, or it won’t be a pretty boat.”

He giggles.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs giggles.

You wouldn’t have believed it if you hadn’t heard it for yourself. You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips. “What’s so funny?” He sounds a little put out, but mostly confused. You turn in his arms.

“You are.”

“But why?”

“Because you were giggling.”

“Because I thought of something funny!”

“And what’s that?”

“You can’t sand down wood against the grain of wood or it won’t be pretty,” he explains, eyes widening at you.

“I don’t see what that’s funny,” you say confused, unable to follow his train of thought.

Gibbs huffs impatiently. “Be-cause, [Y/N], you need to have a pretty boat for a pretty girl. And I have a really pretty girl.”

He lands a sloppy kiss on your lips with a smile on his face once again.

At the very DiNozzo-esque line, you decide that you’re going to hide all of the Bourbon in the house for the next few weeks.

But that doesn’t stop the matching giant loopy grin from forming on your face.


Roman x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: smut, sex, car sex, public sex, swearing

You slipped the bracelet into your bag without being noticed, three more small items found their way into your bag and you grabbed a scarf and some cute looking sandals on the way out. A smug smile played over your face as you skipped away from the store, a secret little thrill running through you when you thought over how easy it was to get away with it.


“(Y/N).” You stopped and turned to see Roman watching you. “Having fun?”

“What do you want Godfrey?” You asked, crossing your arms and cocking an eyebrow as he strutted towards you.

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For Anon;

“I spy with my little eye, something young and pretty,” Thomas murmured to himself. A young lady had just walked into the ball wearing a beautiful dress. It looked to have been tailored by a professional.

It was also the same color as his own suit. He didn’t even tell Madison he was leaving before he was strolling across the room to you. You were minding your own business when your eye caught a color you had seen before.

“Oh dear, it seems we’re matching,” you said when Thomas reached you. He smiled, taking your hand and giving it a kiss.

“I think we make the most fashionable couple here,” he decided.

“Couple?” you rose an eyebrow.

“Just a bit of wishful thinking.”

anonymous asked:

fluff prompt: Lavellan tries to find a tea blend that Solas likes (any AU, probably bagel?)

Solas blinks down at the drink in front of him.

“This is a root beer float,” he observes, glancing across the counter at his fiancee, and raising an eyebrow.

“There really is no getting past your cutting observational skills,” she commends, lips twitching.

“I though you were supposed to be winning me over to the side of tea?” he muses, nevertheless bringing the straw to his lips and taking a sip. Oh. That is very nice. What brand of root beer is that? Probably some local supplier. He will have to get the name from her, if he can.

“Eh,” she says, with a shrug. “You like what you like. And i like you.”

Solas smiles, touched.

“Even if you do have a four-year-old’s taste buds.”

He resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“It is a refined palette.”

“All the kids go to your shop, Solas. All of them.”

“That is because my food is delicious!”

“You are the baker’s equivalent of a candy store.”

He frowns, and she leans across the counter, and presses a kiss to his cheek.

“Just admit it. You are exclusively into sweet things.”

He tilts his head, and steals a proper kiss from her, in turn.

“Well. I am exclusively into you,” he concedes, and counts it as a win when she laughs.


highlighter: in which calum gets interested about your makeup collection 

“baby…what is all this stuff?” calum asked me, digging through my makeup drawers, picking up tubes of concealer and bottles of foundation.

i smiled softly at the brown boy, watching him look at the different colored eyeshadows and liquid lipsticks, “the little ones,” i pointed at the concealers, “are concealers..and the bigger ones are foundation.”

“but they do the same thing don’t they?” he looked up at my confused, eyebrows furrowed.

“well, concealer is made to cover up smaller imperfections and foundation is basically for full coverage.”

he shook his head, “and this spray stuff…it’s just water with weird smelly stuff in it.”

“setting spray.” i corrected him. “and no, it’s some kind of formula..”

“baby, it’s clear liquid…it’s water.”

“water that doesn’t make me look greasy.” i laughed, walking over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“it’s like holy water.”

“that’s right.”

silence lingered between us, until a loud gasp came from calum.

“babe, wheres the thing that you put on your cheek bones and makes you all glowy and look like a cute little glazed doughnut?”

a laugh bubbled in my chest, “highlighter?”

“yeah! the sparkly things!”

i shook my head, smiling, walking around him to grab the palette of highlighters, pulling myself up onto the counter.

“these?” i pointed at them, looking at him as he nodded.

“i like that one.” he pointed to the rosey-gold color.

“that’s the one i use everyday.”

“i know.” he nodded.

he leaned forward, putting his hands on my knees, pressing his lips to mine.


“hm?” he hummed, rubbing his fingers in circles as i taught him to do in the bronzy gold one, streaking it across his arm, moving it back and forth in the lighting to catch the glint, smiling fondly at his achievement.

“do you want me to try that one out on you?”

his gaze flickered down to me, “kinda.”

i smiled, pecking his lips again, twisting to get my fan brush out.

“i look like a golden glazed doughnut.”

“my golden glazed doughnut.”

he stood admiring himself for a minute.

“but, y/n..” he looked down at my, hands on my waist, “you do realize that without all this stuff, you’re still the prettiest girl in the world, right?”

“shut up.” i smiled, blush obviously as i buried my face into his broad chest.


“Sammy, we need to get ba–” Dean abruptly stops mid-sentence and stares past his younger brother’s shoulder. His eyes widen slightly.

“Hiya, boys. Are you ready for your next scene? You’ve got twenty minutes.” You say, walking up.

“Y/N?” Sam whispers under his breath. You raise an eyebrow at him.

Dean raises a confused eyebrow and mumbles, “What?” to you.

“Your next scene?” You say, slower this time.

“Oh, right.” Dean says, snapping his fingers and faking his realization. He shoots you a fake smile. You raise an eyebrow and chuckle.

“Jensen, are you alright?” You ask, smirking a little.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” He responds.

You hesitate.

“Okay, then… anyways, um, I’ve been kinda worried about my next scene. You both know I can’t cry easily.” You admit, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly and staring down at your script.

“Y-Yeah. Uh, we’re sure you’ll do fine.” Sam tells you, passing his weight off between his legs.

“Th… thanks guys…?” You reply hesitantly.

“Y/D/N! You’re needed on Set Two!” Someone shouts behind Dean.

“Coming, Bobby! Gotta blast, guys! Wish me luck!” You call over your shoulder as you sprint away in the direction of the Bobby.

“Bobby?” Dean repeats, looking at his brother.

“Probably someone else, Dean.” Sam reluctantly assures.


[Y/D/N = Your Desired Name]