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Dice Divination

How To

Draw a circle 7 inches in diameter on a piece of paper/card. Gently blow onto three dice while you think of your question shake the dice and throw them into the circle. Add up all the numbers on the dice

Superstition says to never cast the dice more than three times on the same day, and to never cast them on a Monday

Meanings

3 Sudden changes, but good ones
4 expect arguments or disagreements
5 What you now desire will happen. A wish come true
6 A possible financial loss
7 you may be presented with a difficult matter/problem to solve
8 not everyone will support you
9 A marriage or new partnership ahead
10 Birth of a baby or a new project
11 A parting with someone, but only temporary
12 An important message in he form of a letter, text, or email
13 Sorrow an loss, followed by success
14 Help from a good friend or family member
15 Wait before committing yourself to something
16 A good journey, holiday or trip
17 A quick change of plans is ahead for you
18 Good fortune is on the way

If any die fall outside of the circle

1 Difficulties or upset
2 Arguments or disagreements
3 luck or a wish come true
Any dice on the floor Problems, worry or annoyance very soon

forget me not

Words: 13,500
Fandom: Moana
Category: Gen
Relationship: Moana & Maui

Summary:  Look, normally Maui’s all for humans weeping over his injured body. Hey, he’s been demigod-ing for thousands of years, it’s nice to be appreciated every once in awhile, all right? But this one, this girl, acts like she knows him. He disregards it, because that’s just creepy, until he realizes that he has a tattoo of her - and no clue how he earned it.


Alternate title: “?????? ?? ???”

Main idea co-developed between myself and @paperjam-bipper, title credits entirely to her. For some reason, she has made it her mission to tear out my heart on a regular basis. Thanks, Paper.

A couple of quick notes, i.e. I’m putting the abridged glossary at the top this time: The ‘ava ceremony is a formal one used for a variety of occasions, included but not limited to: bestowing the title of Chief (matai) on a new Chief, welcoming visiting tribes to the island, honoring guests, etc. 
The siva tau is a traditional Samoan war dance, used in the modern-day before sporting events. 
The ailao afi is also known as the fire knife dance. Literally, you take a knife, wrap it and cloth and light it on fire. Performed to demonstrate battle prowess. As the daughter of the Chief, Moana would have had familiarity with it even before the movie. I have a headcanon that Moana and Maui, the two giant dorks that they are, looked at this incredibly dangerous dance and went “time to make a duet out of this!!” They would.


When Maui opens his eyes, there’s someone holding his hand.

Which makes waking up way more awkward than it needed to be. Sure, he’s a demigod of many talents, but he’s gotta say that hand-holding isn’t one too often requested.

Then the situation abruptly gets about a hundred times more uncomfortable, because as soon as he opens his eyes this girl decides that his pecs are a good pillow, wrapping her arms around his chest and wow, she’s got a surprisingly strong grip for a mortal. She’s pretty much squeezing his breath out of his lungs, which is impressive, since he’s got a pretty solid pair. Used for anything from hakas to grand story-reenacting. Not a pair like it this side of Lalotai.

“Hey,” he says jovially, trying to prise her off and failing. Good to know he was missed during his millennium off. “Look, kiddo, I know it’s not every day you meet your hero, but you wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression, now would’ya.”

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a mobile interactive master list for the bts fanfiction creations of deerguk / agustdeer. enjoy!

if you have any questions in regards to the stories below, please click here and read my fanfic faq – as you may discover the answers there!

HIATUS | sillage ; reader x soulmate!jeon jeongguk.

playlist based on the series.

p1 | p2 | p3 | p4 | p5 | p6 | p7

→ currently on hiatus while I readjust the plot of the series. please do not ask when I am updating it again, as I have not a clue.

strawberry milkshake runaway ; runaway!bts / gang!bts.

concept trailer.

coming soon! (preview here)

with stars in our wake ; reader x celestial!min yoongi.

a series of drabbles prompted by requests.

drabble list

an eternity of red ; reader x vampire!jeon jeongguk.

a series of drabbles prompted from a list.

drabble list

spoons ; reader x jeon jeongguk.

oneshot

twenty-four ; reader x father!jeon jeongguk.

oneshot

damn the delivery boy ; reader x expecting father!jeon jeongguk.

oneshot

drabbles

red will have you dead ; reader x murderer!kim taehyung.

oneshot

slip through the seams ; seam traveler!reader x kim taehyung.

oneshot

get under the car ; reader x jeon jeongguk.

oneshot

beyond affinity ; min yoongi x park jimin.

oneshot

cross posted on ao3

we love at dawn ; reader x park jimin.

oneshot

one-word prompt list drabbles ; reader x bts.

college / tutoring / teasing | min yoongi

nervous / paper game | jeon jeongguk

hickeys / blow jobs | park jimin

bookstore / rain / gives you his jacket | min yoongi

sundays are golden times | min yoongi

lana del rey lyrics ; reader x bts.

based on this prompt list.

diet mountain dew | kim seokjin

off to the races | kim namjoon

national anthem | kim taehyung

blue jeans | jeon jeongguk

the fic I will never write ; reader x bts

good times gonna come | jeon jeongguk

bruised eyes | kim taehyung

cigarettes taste like whiskey and heartbreak | min yoongi

song lyric prompts ; reader x bts.

to find heaven in hell | jeon jeongguk

the maker of stars | kim namjoon

there, we fall | jung hoseok

living in continuum | park jimin

artificial love | min yoongi

granite lungs | min yoongi

Coming Home

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Request: Can I request one where tonys daughter is coming home from college and he tries everything to get pietro out of the tower before she arrives but he doesn’t budge. When she gets there pietro starts his flirting while Tony’s in the lab

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter!reader, Pietro Maximoff x reader 

Summary: Tony tries to protect his innocent little girl from the speedy devil himself

Words Count:1,192

Genre: fluffy

Notes: none, hope you like it!

~REQUESTS ARE OPEN~


 Tony was grasping at straws. After successfully keeping his daughter away from the Avengers for the last 4 years, she was finally coming home and going to meet the team. He knew that she would be fine with most of the avengers,  Steve and Bucky would respect their boundaries, Sam was out of town and Bruce and Natasha were in a relationship. The only person he couldn’t trust was Pietro. That knockoff roadrunner would try to sleep with anything that moved. Tony was doing anything and everything in his power to get that speedster away from the tower for the week that you were staying, including locking him in a speed proof room that he was constructing. He was practically pulling his hair out trying to think of ways to keep his sweet little girl from he speedster.

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Trash witch tips GO

Presented in no particular order with very few rules. These are suggestions and ideas! There is no “school” of trash witchcraft and you can combine it with all sorts of other workings and traditions. Trash witchcraft is all about having a good time and changing the very nature of reality with something you picked up on the way to the bus stop.

What is “trash?” Well, it’s all relative, isn’t it? I think of trash as “stuff someone is no longer using that’s been left somewhere I can get to it.” My trash witchcraft focuses on getting use out of items people thought were useless, and making beautiful things out of what’s been written off as refuse. I’ve also found trash contains things that are unique to it - energies and thoughts from previous possessors, energies of being reused and recycled, energies of BEING trash, entropy, death, life, perseverance, marginalization, chaos, and a strange kind of peaceful order. Just depends on what you find!

Getting Trash

  • Recycle! Save your drink cups and straws and even straw papers.
  • Some low-income hipster/artist areas have “free” boxes on the corner that you can pick amazing stuff out of
  • Thrift stores are great places to buy trash for cheap! It’s usually some pretty good trash, too.
  • Library free book piles, they get a lot of useless donations. Books are sacred on some levels but do not be afraid to rip apart a book on how to use 2005 Microsoft Encarta and turn it into a Sharpie Grimoire. You’re giving it more life than it ever had.
  • You’re gonna look at the ground a lot. You’re gonna look at soda can tabs in new ways.
  • Loose/broken cassette tape used to be common on roadsides but not anymore; you can usually get tapes for something like $1 apiece at a thrift store if you don’t want to wait. The tape inside is useful for all sorts of things, same with VHS tapes!
  • Discarded roadside CDs tho.
  • Rocks aren’t trash but you’ll start finding them if you look at the ground long enough! Even some stuff that’s kinda valuable. Get a rockhounding book and start finding even more treasure!
  • Asphalt and other manmade rock chunks are abundant because roads and sidewalks are constantly being repaired.
  • Near construction you may even find rebar, screws, etc.
  • Dirt is useful. Different kinds of dirt is useful different ways.
  • All sorts of interesting weird bits of metal and glass and plastic!
  • Discarded lighters, some of which still work!
  • Free matchbooks in bars, plus lemons and nuts and cocktail picks.
  • B O T T L E S
  • You will likely find some money even if it’s a bit of change. Spend it or save it for spell stuff (or just because you’re wise).
  • Animal bits are everywhere really.
  • U-Pick/Pick-n-Save/U-Pull-It type car lots will let you go into their broken down/wreckt car lot and pull anything off of vehicles for flat fees and it’s quite cheap.
  • Craigslist: for people who want to take other people’s junk away for them.
  • Freecycle-type trade groups and dumpster diver groups are good places to start on both practices, give em a google.
  • Watch the animals around and see if they lead you to something interesting.

What it’s useful for

  • Anything that has been run over or left on a road long enough has been charged with the energies of the roads. The energy might change depending on the type of road, a slow rural dirt lane will have a different feel than busy urban blacktop.
  • Even empty cups are useful for a jar replacement, especially temporary spells.
  • Straws can be used to build lattices, mock-structures (build a house out of straws and blow it down!), can even be used as temp wands.
  • Straw papers can be braided or written on and then wrapped around things for a binding spell or wish spell. For instance write a wish, wrap the straw paper around the straw, blow through it to charge.
  • Write a spell on the paper of a wrapped straw, then tear open one end and blow through the straw to launch the paper and spell!
  • A cocktail sword is now your tiny ritual knife. Rejoice.
  • Logo/corporate magic: you can use discarded items with a company’s logo with it to draw upon that company for help or even attack it. Use the money attached to the Starbucks brand to make a Starbucks cup the focus of a money jar spell, etc. Or just curse Blockbuster. Oh wait, too late.
  • Glass that changes the light (curved, warped etc) can be used for magnification or focus spells. Colors of glass can add certain aspects depending on how you associate colors. Green is commonly associated with money; there’s lots of green glass out there since it’s a common drink bottle color!
  • All your tiny metal/glass/concrete bits are great jingles for a spell jar that should be shaken, or even a jar bell just for making noise.
  • Flatter lighter shiny clinky bits can be tied up on a frame as a wind chime, gathering wind energy or just being decorative. Add string/knotwork if you want! Great to do with found silverware.
  • A chunk of a place helps call up the presence of that place or draw on the energy of that place or influence that place. This applies to dirt, rocks, roads, concrete, bricks, asphalt, etc. Get macro (a whole city) or micro (this corner of the street) but either way, tap that!
  • Pendant materials abound if you look in the right places, especially if you know how to wire-wrap a weird chunk of chrome.
  • Broken window glass to shatter illusions, break defenses, and expose lies.
  • Broken mirror for scrying mirrors or defensive traps.
  • The right rocks can be used to draw on concrete in lieu of chalk, do a scratch test.
  • Mark the corners of your neighborhood or yard with innocuous, tiny bits of rocks and other things that aren’t likely to be picked up. Even just arbitrarily moving bits of stuff around helps increase your sovereignty over a location. Be aware of who else might control the area though!
  • Trash is useful for shadow work. Find a trash object that you can meditate on or use for an energy focus. A lot of feelings can resonate with trash - the feeling of BEING trash, being discarded or used, being broken. These can be focused on for catharsis or for calm. Walk through the life of this trash item, empathize with its journey, see where its journey parallels yours. Give it a new home if you’ve found some part of yourself you’re reclaiming (a lot of “trash” is actually worth keeping and was mistakenly devalued!); if you’ve found parts of yourself to let go and move on from then throw them away with the object.
  • This can also be a focus for luck or serendipity workings - do a working to find something precious, then do a trash hunt and see what comes up!

Collect safely!

  • Broken glass and sharp metal bits ABOUND in the places where the best trash is. So you’ll want good gloves and I suggest keeping your tetanus shot up to date.
  • Depending on what you’re doing, eyewear may be good too, and I’d wear tough jeans and a shirt you won’t mind getting snagged.
  • Watch where you hunt trash. Some other people may be trying to get returnable bottles or metal for money; I suggest just giving them right of way.
  • People and animals are unpredictable so only work with those you trust and know the rules for if you’re out of your element.
  • Sometimes places with interesting trash are already occupied by belligerent spirit entities who are keeping that as their hoard. Only approach if you’re willing to bargain fairly or otherwise if you’re willing to fight the entity. (I suggest bargaining or leaving. Remember, it’s just trash.)
  • Look, if you pick anything up that’s squishy keep some hand sanitizer on you and some resealable bags.
  • Actually resealable bags are a good idea anyway, stay organized! Label with date/place if you like to draw on specific associations.
  • Add sigils or cleaning/sealing spells to your bags to keep newly-collected materials from causing spiritual/magical problems before you have a chance to take them home and deal with them. If you have an on-the-go cleanse spell then that’s important to use, but sometimes an extra layer helps for really gunky stuff, and trash tends to have a history attached to it.
  • Animal parts - please do some research before you collect so you know how to safely do it and preserve things without violating the Migratory Bird Act and other local laws. There are a lot of “vulture culture” people on tumblr alone, see if you can talk to someone who works with animal spirits so you’ll know how to respectfully harvest materials.
  • If it looks too nasty to touch or reach for or get to, let it go. It’s just trash.
  • Remember that rooting through other people’s trash that’s part of their property is technically crime and a theft. Be aware of when you are trespassing.

Add some stuff! Be trashy with me!

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FINALLY! The next one-shot in the klance YouTuber AU! The next thing I post probably won’t be a part of this AU since I work on a ton of stuff and I still need to finish a lot of it, but I wanted to post this today as a thank you!

I’m not going to link the other one-shots, just know that from now on these one-shots will be tagged with ‘klance youtuber au’ on my tumblr. The series can be found on my AO3 here.

This one is how Lance and Keith first met!! Most of the one-shots in this AU are gonna be entirely fluff, unlike the last one, but who knows? I’ll probably find a way to incorporate more angst at some point. I hope you guys like it!


Keith hated crowds, and he knew he always would. The feeling of being in a space that wasn’t quite big enough for all the people in it made him extremely uncomfortable, especially since he always felt everyone was staring at him, for some reason. Talking to one person he didn’t know was bad enough, but being surrounded by them? A nightmare, as far as he was concerned.

Stupid VidCon. Stupid Shiro and his stupid, stupid YouTube channel. Why would anyone want to document their life on video for an audience, anyway? Sometimes Keith wondered how they were even friends.

And it didn’t help that he was completely, hopelessly, lost. The directions Shiro had given him made absolutely no sense! Apparently he was supposed to ‘look for where Allura’s selling makeup’, but Keith didn’t know who Allura was, much less where she sold her line of 'limited-addition lipsticks.’ The only thing he knew about Allura was that at some point she’d taught Shiro how to successfully do winged eye-liner, and now he wore it all the time.

Keith sighed, and looked back down at the notepad in his hand, with the list of Shiro’s instructions for where to go. They still didn’t help. And, to make matters worse, Keith forgot to look where he was going, and bumped straight into someone else.

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i loved you, then i lost you {1}

a/n: okay wow i did not expect so many notes on the intro holy shit

(if you see any errors please tell me so i can fix them, thank you <3)


pairing: taheyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary: you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.

Originally posted by tthyung


He cried and cried until he felt as if he had ran out of tears to spill from his fragile soul. You hated seeing him cry - it was like he was another person. His boxy smile would be replaced with wobbly lips, his sparkly eyes now dull and glossy from tears, his skin pale instead of his usual glowing light. You hugged him close to your body, squeezing your eyes tightly and whispering, “It’s not your fault, Taehyung,” over and over again in his ear. He only sobbed even louder, his nails digging deep into your back. “Calm down,” “You’re alright, I’m here,” you told those things quietly to him, although it would do nothing. Taehyung sat there, a sobbing mess, the two of you in the pile of flowers. 

Through the thin curtains hanging over your window, the sunlight was beginning to burst through the glass. You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting up from the ground and rubbing your eyes. You glanced at Taehyung, who was peacefully sleeping on the ground as well, your head quickly jerking towards your alarm clock. “Shit!” You shrieked, standing up and rushing to the bathroom, slamming the door and  brushing your hair frantically. You brushed your teeth quickly, running out the bathroom and stumbling to your closet. grabbing a random t-shirt and shorts, hiding in a corner to change into your clothes. Even though he was asleep, there was no way in hell he’d be seeing you half naked. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time before grabbing your bag hastily, sneaking a small glance at Taehyung. His hair fell over his eyes slowly, chest rising up and down slowly. You felt yourself smiling at him, crouching down next to him and running your hand through his hair. “Good luck on your date, Tae.” You whispered, running out your room and down to the front door, slipping your feet into black slippers, rushing out the house and sprinting down to pure hell; college.

You took a fearful stare at the clock on your phone, biting down on your lower lip. 9:30. Fuck. 

Slipping into the building quietly and into your classroom, you hung your head low as the others stared at you with mumbles falling out their mouths. “Welcome, (y/n). You’re two hours late. Sit down.” The professor gave you a small smile, motioning to the empty seat next to Yoni. 

“Thanks..” you sighed, walking up the stairs and plopping yourself down onto the seat. “Can I borrow your notes?” You nudged Yoni’s side, nodding at her almost full page of notes. 

“Sure, but don’t take too long. He’s gonna keep talking.” 

You grinned, giving her a short thank you and grabbed your notebook, sliding her paper towards yourself and taking out a pencil. You were halfway through the notes before Yoni poked your arm. “What?” You looked up from your paper, blowing away the hair from your face. 

“You have..um, flowers?” She blinked, her voice raising just a bit. 

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, in your hair.” She mumbled, gesturing to the back of your head. 

You widened your eyes in alarm, quickly fishing out the flowers from the back of your hair, staring at them in your palms. Jenny shot a sharp glare at you two, putting a finger to her lips and shushing the both of you. “Shh. The professor is staring.”

“(y/n), mind sharing what ya got in y our hand?” He asked, crossing his arms over each other whilst leaning against his desk. You shuffled around in your seat, feeling the eyes of the others burning into your back, holding up the flowers in your hand. “Flowers?” He blinked, squinting at the small flowers scattered around in your hand. Quiet giggles erupted from the back, causing you to jerk your hand back down. Letting out a sigh, the professor shot a nasty glare at you. “You’re already late. Don’t make me lower your grade too.”

“You can-” You slumped down in your seat, puffing your cheeks out in frustration, grumbling quietly under your breath and letting the flowers fall down from your hand.

“(y/n)! I did not ask for you to dirty my floor, clean that up!”


You waited for Taehyung to pick up his phone while you waited outside the college doors, leaning against the walls. Your feet began to tap the pavement as the phone call was answered. “Tae? Are you alright now?”

He breathed heavily in the phone, trying to catch his breath. “Y-Yes..you should go stay at one of your friend’s house to-today,” he said quickly, the faint sound of the bed creaking in the back. 

Your stomach churned as the thought filled your head. Taehyung was still in your house, having s- fuck. “Whatever. I’ll get snacks for you later.” You hung up, resisting the urge to throw your phone at the ground. “What the fuck, Taehyung!” You yelled at nothing, stomping yourself down the steps and dialing Jenny’s number. 

“What’s poppin?” Jenny asked, giggling behind her mouth.

You, physically cringing at the ‘what’s poppin,’ groaned out loud. “I’m gonna stay over. Can you bring Yoni too?”

“Oo, this is a rare occurrence. Why? You never come to my house anymore,” Jenny asked slowly, her voice showing obvious signs of confusion. “Is it ‘cause of that Taehyung dude?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You snapped, pushing the hair out of your face again. “Just get ready, okay?”

“Alright. Don’t be a bitch when you come over, I’ll make you drink again.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” You scoffed when she hung up, leaving you with a quiet beep. “Why does everyone wanna hate me some way?” You rubbed your temple with annoyance, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and making your way to Jenny’s house. 

Jenny’s house was quite big - well, big compared to the other houses in her neighborhood. You knocked on the front door, greeting her with a big smile on your face. “I have arrived!” 

Jenny snorted, bringing you into the house. Yoni ran over to the two of you, phone in hand and ice cream in another. “Did you see Suha’s new post?!” She practically screamed as you shut the door behind you, peering at her phone.

“On Instagram?”

“Yeah!”

“No, I haven’t checked.” You crossed your arms, staring down at Yoni’s phone. Jenny stared down as well, letting out curses of every kind tumbling out her mouth. There, in all it’s glory, was Suha with Taehyung. In your bed. No shirt. Sweaty. 

“They fucked in your bed?!” Jenny yelled, eyes wide and face slightly red. “(y/n)! How could you be friends with that dude?!” She scolded while Yoni shut her phone off, shoving it in her back pocket of her jeans. 

“Shouldn’t they have done it like..somewhere else?” Yoni sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

You glared at the two, grabbing your phone and texted Taehyung. Your fingers went flying across the keyboard.

“What the fuck, Tae. Don’t have sex in my bed.”

The three of you waited until three dots popped up. 

“??? what”

“I saw her post. Don’t do it again, or I’m not going to let you stay over.”

“nooo! (y/n), don’t do that! i promise!!!!!!”

Jenny snatched your phone away, cursing even louder as she typed back in response. 

“Give it, Jenny!” You murmured, grabbing it back. 

“Having sex in her bed? Fuck is wrong with you, little dumb shit? You have any idea we have respect for our own household items? Don’t do it again.”

Yoni stared up at Jenny with a wide jaw, her eyes following her as she entered the kitchen. “Je- I know you’re mad, you didn’t have to go that far..”  

You trembled with anger, grabbing the doorknob and yelling a, “Good bye!” at the two, exiting the house and sprinting away to your house - which we may label as Hell 2.0

You opened the door with a slam, shutting the door behind you loudly. Kicking your shoes off, you locked eyes with Suha. She had her shirt on, finally, and was looking about ready to leave. Her smirk wanted you to slap her, her haunting eyes trailing and burning into you as she left. Light foot-steps followed down the stairs until a man finally came about, peeking his head through the entrance. 

“(y/n)! You’re here!” Taehyung smiled, bouncing over to you. “Where are the snacks?”

“Don’t have them.” You snapped, dropping your bag on the ground and pushing past him to your room upstairs. 

“Wa-”

Almost stumbling back from the intense whiff of perfume slapping you in the face, you took a second to breathe. Taehyung inched closer slowly, hesitant to reach his hand out to touch your shoulder. “Come into my bedroom and sit on the bed, Tae.” You sighed, covering your nose and walking into the room, sitting yourself down on a chair. He followed after quickly, settling down onto your bed. “Alright,” you murmured. “How many times have you had sex in my bed and tried to cover it up?”

“Once!” He said quickly, clasping his hands together tightly.

“Truth.”

“I’m not lying, I swear!” He smiled nervously. 

“TAEHYUNG.”

He flinched from your voice, avoiding your piercing gaze. “Four times..” he murmured sheepishly, brushing the hair out his face. You leaned back in the chair, letting out a weak laugh.

“Now, tell me.” You crossed your arms, “How many times has she left you on your dates?”

Taehyung shook his head, looking at you with pleading eyes. “Don’t have this conversation again, (y/n)..I do-” He choked, covering his mouth. Your eyes widened when a faint hint of red fluttered through his slender fingers, his eyes also widening before he let out a hoarse gag, putting his hand on the bed. You stared at him with confusion. The flowers only came out when he slept, so wh-

You sucked in your breath. The relationship was getting worse. “Taehyung, tell  me how many times she left you!” You stood up quickly, eyebrows furrowing together as he cried loudly, his chest rising up and down quickly as the flowers tumbled out onto the floor. He shook his head again, bringing himself down on the floor.

“No- I c- (y-” He could barely make a sentence out of the pain he was experiencing, clasping his hands around his throat. “Ca- br- br- brea-th,” he gasped, staring at you with teary eyes. Your eyes widened while you stared at his face which was slowly turning red, rushing over to him.

“Can you not breathe?” You asked quickly, concern splattered all over your face. Taehyung nodded, his shaky hands clutching onto your arms. Panicked, you looked around the room. You didn’t know what to do - your mind went completely blank without a trace of anything to help him. “J-Just try to, um..cough it out, Tae,” you rubbed his back in reassurance, biting down on your lower lip while he heaved on the ground, struggling to get that damned flower out his throat. You sprung up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and sprinted back to your bedroom, setting the cup down on the floor next to you. By now, luckily, Taehyung had gotten the flower out. You felt yourself let a sigh of relief, bringing him close to you. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, squeezing him tight in your embrace. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” He hiccuped in your shoulder, his tears yet again soaking into the material of your shirt. 

“It’s getting w-worse, (y/n)!” He trembled. “I-I couldn’t breathe..” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “I thought I was g-gonna die, (y/n).” You chewed on the skin of your lip, ripping it off in the process. “What if I do die?” Taehyung whispered, his words becoming more clear as he calmed down.

“You’re not gonna die, Tae!” You moved him away so he faced you, a bright smile plastered on your face. “I’m sure she loves you, and this’ll go away soon!”

Liar.

Every word that bounced up and down from your mouth and into Taehyung’s ears was a lie. Suha wanted his looks, she wanted sex. Every time you told that lie that involved “Suha” and “love” in the same sentence took a sharp knife and jabbed you in the heart, piercing it thoroughly. You wiped your clammy palms on the sides of your shirt while Taehyung frowned, his arm still latched on your arm. 

“I..I don’t believe you, (y/n).” He said with a shaky voice, bringing his hands up to his face. “It’s been two months, and yet, it’s just getting worse!” He looked at you through the slits his fingers made. You stayed quiet, toying with your fingers on your lap. 

“I promise it’ll be better, Tae.” You put your hand over his, patting his hand and standing up. “Go to sleep.”

You turned and faced the door, reaching your hand out to touch the doorknob before you felt arms wrap around your waist. “I’ll trust you, (y/n).” Taehyung whispered before pushing you out the room. 

He shut the door behind you, leaving you alone out in your house. Your heart beat increased quickly and your cheeks began to heat up - you put a hand to your chest, feeling your mouth becoming dry. “Fuck,” you whispered, giving yourself a weak chuckle. “I might be falling for him.”


Taehyung stumbled downstairs with a tired yawn, shuffling to where you were in the kitchen and hugging you from behind. “Good mornin’!” He giggled, placing his chin on your shoulder. “What are you making?”

Your heart thumped as you gripped the handle of the pan tightly. “P-Pancakes.” you replied shakily, clearing your throat and silently cursing at yourself for stuttering. Taehyung stared at you with a confused look, obviously taken back. 

“Did you jus-”

“Sit your ass down and wait for the food!” You yelled, shoving him away. He yelped playfully, laughing loudly and retreating to the couch. Hearing the television turning on, you sighed and flipped the pancake in the pan, shifting it over to a plate. 

“You know,” Taehyung called from the back, eyes focused on the TV screen. “I’m having another date with Suha.”

You poured more batter into the pan, gritting your teeth. “Really? So many dates, Tae.” You forced a very loud laugh, flipping the pancake up too high and barely catching it. 

“Don’t judge!” He huffed, turning around to the kitchen. “I’m gonna make sure I can make her happy so I won’t throw up any more flowers!”

You paused halfway in setting the food down, turning around to face him as well. The two of you stared at each other in silence before you smiled. “Good luck, Tae.” A pang of pain shot into your chest, causing you to flinch. 

“You good?”

“Yeah, go back to watching TV.”

“Okay!”

You quickly fixed the food arrangement and walked to the couch, sitting next to Taehyung and setting it onto his lap. “Thank you~” He grinned, cutting into the pancake quickly. You felt a laugh escape your lips as you ate your own pancake. The two of you kept quiet and watched the TV, chatting every once in a while when it felt too silent. You let out a happy sigh - it had been a while since the tow of you had hung out like this before. You were either too busy with college or he was too busy with Suha and going to buy groceries for their date. You bite into a piece of the pancake, smiling at yourself. 

“Oh, I have to go!” Taehyung jumped up abruptly, setting the plate down and rushing upstairs. You stared at him with furrowed eyebrows and cheeks full of pancake, swallowing them slowly.

“Don’t tri-”

“Ow!” He whined, rubbing his shin before continuing to run up the stairs. You groaned, setting your plate down as well. You heard the loud footsteps running all over the place before he finally went back downstairs.

“I forgot this isn’t my house,” he rubbed the back of his neck, ruffling your hair up. “Wish me luck!”

“Whatever, don’t trip again.” You responded quickly, gathering up the plates and returning to the kitchen.

“Hey, why so cold?~” He sang, humming loudly until he finally left the house. The sound of the news reporter echoed through the now empty house, the faint sound of the sink running accompanying the woman’s voice. Rubbing your eyes, you checked the time. 7:30. Damn, you were so glad it was Saturday - it felt as if all the bricks lifted off your shoulders. 

The rest of the evening was uneventful with you only walking around with ice cream and scrolling through Instagram. You chewed on the ice cream while answering a phone call, bringing it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Is this (y/n)?” You froze, taking a moment to process who’s voice this was. 

“Suha? Why are you calling from Tae’s phone?” You snapped, setting the bowl of ice cream down. Suha’s breath quickened and talked quickly. 

“I don’t care what you think right now, come to the cafe down the street. Taehyung got hurt.”

“Excuse me?” You stood up, hurrying over to the kitchen and grabbing your keys. “Why?! How?!”

“He got in a fight!” Her whiny voice blared into your ear, making your cringe and bite down on the inside of your cheek. “If my dad finds out about this, I’ll be fucking burned!”

“I’ll have you know that Taehyung is hurt, stop worrying about your daddy issues!” You yelled into the phone, rushing out your house and running down the street. You weaved through the crowd of people, muttering ‘sorry,’ every five seconds before the small cafe came into your view. A crowd gathered around the opening as you pushed through the others, panting and refocusing your vision.

You felt your heart stop once you looked down at the two boys on the ground, unconscious and bleeding. One was a chocolate haired man who looked about in his twenties, bruises scattered all over his face and arms. Your eyes stared at the other man, recognizing Taehyung in a split second. He too, had bruises and cuts surrounding his porcelain skin, blood dripping down onto the concrete. Not but of course, not least, Suha stood there behind the two, dialing her father. You glared at the crowd, crouching down to Taehyung and picking him up, wrapping his arm around your neck. You stared at him with worried eyes, wondering why he was injured. The possibilities ran through your  mind; 1. He had gotten into a fight, which is probably the most accurate choice at the moment.

2. He got attacked by dogs.

3. This is a dream and an alternate reality.

You cursed under your breath, sending a sharp glare at Suha. “Hey!” You barked, walking over to her and dragging Taehyung with you. “Why didn’t you stop them?!”

Suha stared at you with disgust, putting a hand over the phone receiver. “Excuse me? I don’t wanna be hurt, and they should be the ones protecting me.”

“You have to be kidding,” the crowd gathered around the two of you, muttering beneath their breath. “That has to be the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.” You took a step closer, and she took a step back. “Do you realize how much they care for you? Stop acting like you’re a queen, take responsibility and stop being such a bitch!” The words rolled of your tongue smoothly, as if it had been waiting to be released into Suha’s bubble. You smirked at the dumbfounded girl and shoved your way past the people, adjusting Taehyung’s arm. 

“You’re stupid.”


You sat on the couch, waiting for Taehyung to wake up. The whole event confused you - his date was only a few hours earlier, so why had he gotten into trouble already? Was he intimidated? Did he become agitated? The thought of Taehyung becoming angry was scary to you; out of all the years the two of you had been friends together, he had never gotten so angry where he would try to throw a punch at you.

Your eyes settled on Taehyung’s body, watching him slowly wake up. His eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times before he sat up. “Where’s Suha?!” He groaned, holding his jaw in pain and looked around. 

“Sit back down,” you murmured, pushing him back down lightly onto the couch. Taehyung looked at you with confusion, his fists clenched tightly. 

“I thought-”

“You thought wrong, Taehyung.” You snapped, crossing your arms. “What happened?”

“A dude was coming up to Suha and tried to take her away, so I tried to push him away, then..” His fingers pressed against each other, staring at you nervously. The explanation settled down into the depths of your stomach, you letting out a sigh and leaned back. He was so close to finally finding out what she really was, but was too ignorant to see. 

“I’m getting you food, I’ll be right back.” You stood up, freezing when Taehyung grabbed your wrist. 

“Can you stay for a while? I’m fine with just pancakes again, I just don’t like the silence..” He muttered, wrapping his bruised fingers on your wrist. Staring down at him with pity, you fell back down onto the couch and began to card your hand through your hair. 

“You’re so ignorant.” You whispered under your breath, staring at your own hands.

“What?” Taehyung’s ears perked up, staring at you with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, nothing.”

The two of you sat in silence again. The sound of the clock ticking in the background faded away when you both were lost in your own thoughts. You stared up at the ceiling, wondering when you’d break the news to him. Your original plan was to just straight-out tell him without hesitation, but you soon realized he would only think it was a joke and disregard the fact. New plans began to form inside your mind only to break with Taehyung’s special soul. 

“(y/n).” Taehyung whispered, sitting up and scooting over next to you.

“What?”

“You aren’t angry, right?”

“Of course not.” You responded, staring at his hand crawling over yours and intertwining his fingers with yours. You felt your heart begin to race, thumping wildly against your chest.

“Okay.” He let out a loud sigh, leaning his head on your shoulder. “I’m sleepy, bring me to beeeeddd~” He outstretched his arms towards you, making grabbing gestures with his hands. You smiled, laughing and standing up.

“You’re too heavy to carry, walk yourself!” You grabbed his hand, pushing him towards the stairs.

“I’m hurt!” He clutched his chest, walking up the stairs and into the guest room. 

You giggled to yourself quietly, sitting back on the couch. Grabbing your phone out your pocket, you began to text Yoni. Thumbs flying across the keyboard, you felt a cough bubble up in the bottom of your throat, covering your mouth and coughing quietly. 

The coughs became more and more frequent and painful - you grimaced, feeling a wave of nausea wash over you. Falling to your knees, you let out a loud cough before throwing up. Fuck, you hated that rushing feeling that overcame your senses when you threw up. Rubbing your teary eyes, you gazed down and widened your eyes. 

Varieties of flowers piled up on the wood floor, it’s vibrant colors seeming too beautiful to be able to escape your mouth.

You rubbed your eyes again; this wasn’t..right? Looking up, you bit down on your lip. Taehyung was a deep sleeper, there was no way he could hear you. Your stomach churned as you stared at the flowers, tears dripping down your face.

“Why did it have to be him, out of all the people,” you whispered, hugging yourself tightly.

Kim Taehyung was in love with Suha  - and you were in love with your best friend, Kim Taehyung.


a/n: this is very short kill me, i promise ill make the length of the posts longer when more parts are added (also since i’m dumb and don’t know how to reply to things, the hanahaki disease takes place when you have a one sided love) 

anonymous asked:

Geoff has a safe in his room and hasnt told anyone what's in it. All the other members attempt to break it open because theyre dying to know what's inside

Someone sent me this prompt FOREVER ago, and since I’m a butthole I totally forgot about it, but you know what I’m going to take a crack at it. I am so sorry for the wait.


Gavin is the first one to find the safe. He’s digging through Geoff’s closet, looking for a suit passable enough for some gala he’s supposed to infiltrate later that night, when he literally slams his knee into it.

After a few choice words, he takes a step back, staring at the safe, rubbing his chin. He nudges it with his foot, studying it closely, poking at the lock with his finger. He curses the lack of electronic lock, knows he’s not skilled enough at lockpicking to get the stupid thing opened, figures he could probably ask Jeremy or Ryan for help, but decides it’s not worth the trouble.

Grabbing a suit at random, he abandons the safe for now, but for the rest of the night it lingers in the back of his mind. What could be inside? What is Geoff hiding? And who else knows about this safe? Who doesn’t know? It’s almost distracting enough to blow Gavin’s cover, but he manages to get through the night without much fuss.

When he gets home that night, he fiddles with his phone. He types out a text message to Jeremy, deletes it. Types out another to Ryan, deletes that one, too. Nearly calls Geoff to ask him what’s in the safe, decides against it. Listens to three rings before hanging up on Jack. Finally, he texts Michael, but doesn’t get an immediate response.

When Michael does text back it’s a line of question marks and nothing more, and Gavin can’t help grinning sheepishly. It had been a vague text, and it’s also 3 in the morning.

He texts: Geoff has a safe.

Meet you at his penthouse, Michael sends back immediately and Gavin nods, quickly changes his clothes, and rushes out of his flat.


Geoff is out of town, on some job with Fakehaus, so neither are exactly quiet when they break into his place. They get into an row about whether they should turn on a light, Michael more vocal of the two, contradicting his ‘we shouldn’t draw attention to ourselves’ argument, both so distracted they almost miss the shadow emerging from Geoff’s couch.

They scream, clutching at each other, watching as the figure walks towards them, completely forgetting they’re both armed. A familiar laugh echoes through the penthouse, ceasing their shouts immediately, and Michael snaps a light on.

“Ryan, you arse,” Gavin says, clutching his chest, his heart pounding hard against his palm.

“Yeah you stupid fuck,” Michael snaps, fixing his glasses. He can’t quite keep the amusement out of his eyes when he adds, “Gavvy here almost shit himself.”

“Wasn’t the only one,” Gavin mutters but Michael ignores him.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Ryan retorts, crossing his arms, a disapproving frown on his face. “Does Geoff know you’re here?”

“He’s not even in the country.”

Ryan uncrosses his arms. “Fair point. Look, we’ll just pretend we never saw each other. Okay?”

“You here about the safe.” It’s not a question, Gavin can see it in his eyes, he’s found the damn safe and wants to now what’s inside, too. Ryan doesn’t even deny it, frustration flashing across his face, and Gavin can’t help grinning. “Driving you crazy, innit? What’s inside? What could Geoff possibly be hiding?”

“When’d you find it?” Ryan asks, ignoring Gavin’s teasing, and Gavin feels a little disappointed. He had been hoping for some of their quippy banter.

“This morning.”

“This afternoon.”

“I’m just here because Gavin texted me,” Michael says, raising his hand. “I vote we break the bitch open.”

“I agree.”

“Same here.”

“You try picking the lock?”

Ryan rubs the back of his neck, looking away from Gavin. He’d tried, that’s for certain, but he’d also failed. They should have called Jeremy, he could probably get the lock open, but there’s already too many people involved. One more person, they’d might as well post an ad in the paper.

“Let’s just blow the door open.”

“In the closet?”

Michael rolls his eyes, sighing heavily, and walks away from them, calling over his shoulder, “Where is this stupid fucking thing.”

They follow him, showing him into Geoff’s closet, only to find the safe missing. Ryan holds his hands out, gesturing to the empty spot, confused. He turns to Gavin, who shrugs, just as lost as he is, and the two turn to Michael.

“Don’t look at me. It’s your phantom safe.”

“Who could possible…” Ryan trails off, realization dawning on him, and he and Gavin says, “Jack.”


“Yes, Geoff, I moved it.” The small convertible easily maneuvers through the streets, the driver glancing over at the safe sitting next to her. “It was a bitch to move by the way.”

Thanks, Lindsay, I owe you big time.”

What’s in this thing anyway?”

It’s a secret,” Geoff replies and hangs up before she can question him further. She looks over at it again, studying it for a second, before speed dialing Jeremy.

He’s probably up this early.

3

Oh no, I can’t be doing with this… /blows into paper bag. More OVA art.

The OP has also been announced, “Eien Mirai ☆ LOVE YOU ALL ☆” (Always and Forever Love You All”. The ED is “Kokoro to Kokoro de” (”Heart to Heart”, I think).

AFAIK the last picture are badges you get for buying tickets.

A Hot Date  [a Barry Allen/Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: seb ends up in earth 1 &’ asks for help to get back &’ Barry puts him off because he has to get ready for a date w/ you but first he has a meta human case &’ he leaves his phone in the cortex &’ gets a message from you &’ Seb sees it &’ him being petty over not being helped he goes as Barry to the date &’ then actual Barry shows up too &’ sees Seb &’ waits until he goes to the bathroom to switch places &’ they continuously switch while bickering until you notice &’ confront them? Just an idea ?

a/n: this was so fuckin hilarious


“Just… I don’t know…stay. Stay.” Barry repeats, pointing at Sebastian, eyes wide. His doppelgänger mocks a puppy, hands to his chest, tilting his head, muttering a sassy ‘woof’. Ugh, Barry has a date with you tonight; couldn’t metahumans wait one night?! Speeding off in a hurry, Barry blows papers around the Cortex.

Sebastian scowls at the wind, fist clenched to his sides. He needs to get home! And The Flash has the audacity to take off?! A buzzing of a phone interrupts his inner monologue, catching his interest. “Ah, looks like someone forgot their phone….” he smirks, making sure nobody’s around as he saunters toward the desk, picking up the device.

‘Text from Y/N: Im on my way to the restaurant. Can’t wait to finally see you xx.’ Sebastian raises an eyebrow, scrolling through the text. “Well, can’t be late for a hot date, can we?” he murmurs, swiping his tongue over his top teeth, walking out of S.T.A.R. Labs; dark gray cardigan flapping in the wind. This will be better than waiting; Barry will thank him.

*TIME SKIP*

“Wow, look at you!” you beam, gesturing to Sebastian. He smirks, leading you towards the table, arm firmly around your waist. “You’re a lot more confident. The way you hold yourself…” you shake your head as you sit down.

Shrugging, Sebastian unfolds the menu, bending forward. “Maybe it’s because you’re with me. Either way, everyone’s looking at one of us. You’re ridiculously hot.” he compliments, winking at you. When your cheeks turn red, he leans back, licking his lips. “I’m surprised I scored a date with you. I know I’m a fine piece of ass, but…” he shrugs.

You cough, eyes going wide. Luckily, the waiter appears; you order and Sebastian gets a salad. Huh, usually Barry gets pasta; he’s changed a lot. “Are you sure a salad’s going to be enough?” you chuckle awkwardly, sipping on your water. “You normally get some sort of pasta… Have I been gone that long?” you somewhat joke.

“Just watching my figure.” he smirks, tapping the table. “Excuse me, babe; I gotta use the little boys room.” he says, walking towards the restroom.

Through the window, Barry waits the right amount of time before rushing in, acting as if he just came from the bathroom. “Sorry about that. I…had to run somewhere really fast.” he half-asses. You raise an eyebrow, peering at his new outfit. “Um….my other clothes caught fire.” he quickly lies, smiling.

Humming, you peer over to the bathroom, noticing Sebastian poke his head out. “Barry, why is there two of you?” you press, crossing your arms over your blue blouse.

The speedster slumps, waving Sebastian over. “This is Sebastian Smythe. He’s from another earth. I was helping him get back when there was an emergency. I had to leave; he saw my phone and… He’s an asshole.” Barry grunts.

“Guilty.”

Firelight

Firelight

Chapter 1

Sherlock Holmes sat in an uncomfortable high backed chair in his brother’s drawing room. The only light source the flickering flames in the fireplace, causing the consulting detective’s face to be bathed in dancing shadows. His hands were placed together at the palms, fingertips resting on his Cupid’s bow mouth, eyebrows drawn together over his unfocused stormy blue-green eyes.

Sherlock Holmes couldn’t stop his mind from spinning. He couldn’t stop the deluge of information from spiraling nonstop in his brain. His mind palace was in shambles from the onslaught on data it had received in such a short period of time, the walls threatening to crumble, doors in danger of falling right off the hinges, files and cases in flutters of paper like flakes of snow in a blizzard. He stood at the entrance of his mind palace, staring down the hallway, watching papers blow about in an unseen wind. He knew he needed to start sorting out the mess in his head before it got out of control and he lost all form of organization, knew he should be trying to categorize the events of the last forty-eight hours, but the door at the very end of this particular corridor was calling to him.

He knew where he had to go. He knew whom he must see within the labyrinthine halls of his extensive memory. He knew he needed to open the shaking door and face her. But…

Sherlock Holmes was terrified of what he might find in his subconscious.

The door at the end of the corridor rattled violently on its hinges, the handle twisting and turning as who was behind it tried to force her way out. Steeling himself for a subconscious confrontation, Sherlock started to move towards the door, his mind altering the layout of the halls, forcing the door to meet him halfway, his hand inches from the rattling handle…

“You know you must talk to her, brother mine.” Mycroft’s voice interrupted.

Sherlock came crashing back to reality, blinking the dryness from his eyes; a result of not blinking for such a long period of time. He sighed, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

“I know,” Sherlock admitted, not bothering to face his older brother.

Mycroft walked over to the chair opposite Sherlock and sat down heavily. Sherlock flicked a glance his brother’s way, noticing the dark circles under Mycroft’s eyes, the new lines that seemed to find their way onto his face overnight, and the way his waistcoat hung more loosely on him than it had before.

“However hard that must have been at Sherrinford, you must explain to her what happened. Even I know that.” Mycroft said, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips.

“What am I supposed to say to her?” Sherlock asked in a low voice, folding his arms across his chest, staring deep into the dancing flames before him.

“Explain it to her as you see fit, brother mine.” Mycroft said, staring at the flames for a moment before looking at Sherlock. “But I do suggest that perhaps you should start with the truth.”

“The truth,” Sherlock scoffed. “And how would I even begin to explain that I have a long lost sister, whose memories I repressed because she is psychotic. She has killed numerous people just for the hell of it, became best friends with Moriarty after five minutes worth of conversation, somehow snuck out of a maximum security island prison twice, tried to seduce John, and then became his therapist under a different disguise, and helped me find the most dangerous serial killer in all of London. Oh, and she killed my childhood best friend when she was a child herself, and because of the trauma, I changed my very human friend into a dog in my memories.”

Sherlock clenched his jaw and glared at the flames, his nostrils flaring with anger.

“I see your dilemma,” sighed Mycroft.

Sherlock gripped the arms of the chair with his long white fingers and leaned towards Mycroft.

“Do not pretend for one moment that you even understand feelings, Mycroft.” He spat. “You were there; you saw what Eurus did to me. To her.” Sherlock jumped to his feet and began to pace, his anger causing white hot energy to scream through his veins.

How could so much change in such a short amount of time? Sherlock thought, dragging his hands roughly through his hair. Nothing in the last forty-eight hours made sense to him. How could he go from his biggest problem being a double murder late at night, to having a psychotic sister all of the sudden?

Things were so much simpler before Mary died. Before the Culverton Smith fiasco.

Before Sherrinford.

Just a month before Sherlock’s ill fated journey to the London Aquarium, he had let himself into Molly’s flat with the intention of using her spare bedroom as a quiet place to think, when he found himself standing next to her bed. As always, Molly gave him what he needed without him having to actually ask, and he had fallen asleep with the small pathologist wrapped in his arms.

What had become the norm for them changed completely when Mary died, and Sherlock had lost John Watson’s friendship for a while. He could still remember how sadly Molly had looked at him, standing outside the Watsons’ door, holding their goddaughter. It was such a sharp contrast to the laughing, comfortable Molly that had stood beside him at little Rosie’s christening, jokingly reprimanding him for giving his phone more attention than his goddaughter.

The day she had given him the note from John, had repeated John’s hurtful words to him, was the last time he had seen her sober.

The night he showed up to her flat, high from a mixture of cocaine and morphine, she had taken one look at his stubbled jaw and unkempt hair, and slammed the door soundly in his face. He had left her a note (slid underneath her door) asking to please meet him at the following address in two weeks’ time. Three days later he received a text from her. It was short and to the point, saying she would be there.

She refused to answer any of his following messages. And refused to talk to him the whole drive to meet with Culverton Smith, except her outburst when John had shown up.

“For Christ’s sake, Sherlock! It’s not a game!” she had practically screamed at him.

He looked at her, properly, for the first time since she had slammed the door in his face. Sherlock noticed the dark circles under her eyes, how limp her hair seemed. Her face was drawn, and her nails were shorter where she had bitten them.

“I’m worried about you, Molly.” Sherlock said, looking closer at her, trying to see through the haze of the drugs in his system. “You seem very stressed…”

Molly threw him a dirty look. “I’m stressed, you’re dying!” she spat venomously.

He couldn’t resist getting a jab in, not in his altered state.

“Yeah, well, I’m ahead, then.” He said, his eyes flashing for just a moment.

The look she gave him haunted him for the next month.

All he wanted was for things to go back to the way they were before, when everything was simple, and his actions went unquestioned. He just wanted to let himself into Molly’s flat whenever he felt like it, wanted to slide into her bed and wrap her in his arms and get some actual sleep. He wanted to-

“Oh!” Sherlock exclaimed, halting in his pacing.

His outburst woke Mycroft, who had dozed off in his chair. He looked wildly around, before his eyes settled on his little brother. Sherlock was still as a statue, eyes wide.

After ten minutes of Sherlock staring unblinkingly at nothing in particular, Mycroft decided to break the silence.

“Care to inform me what I could’ve missed, that you have somehow deduced?” Mycroft drawled.

“This is my fault.” Sherlock murmured, still staring straight ahead, lost in his mind.

“Your fault?” Mycroft asked. “Sherlock, we have discussed this. This whole matter of Eurus, of what happened at Sherrinford, everything, none of it is your fault. You were a child when it started-“

“No, Mycroft! Molly! Eurus choosing Molly for her demented little game. That was all my fault!” Sherlock said, snapping his eyes to Mycroft.

Mycroft closed his mouth and looked at his younger brother with wide eyes.

Of course! Thought Sherlock. It was his own entire fault! Why else did Moriarty choose unassuming little Mousey Molly Hooper to get close to him? Why not choose John? Or Mrs. Hudson? Or even Lestrade? The answer was simple. Sherlock was always telling John that he never observed, and after all this time, it was Sherlock who chose not to observe what was right in front of his face.

Molly Hooper mattered most.

The years he had been using her flat as a bolt hole. All the years he would sprawl on her couch, or go through her fridge, or do experiments in her bathtub. All the nights they would share meals together (Molly being the only one who could actually convince Sherlock to eat on a semi-regular basis), or watch crap telly. All the days he would actually clean up after himself while he was at her flat because she liked things neat, whereas he would leave a trail of destruction at his own.

And now, most recently, all the nights he fell asleep content to just be holding Molly in his arms.

How long had the cameras Eurus used been in Molly’s flat? Half a year? A year? Two? Five? Did it really matter? One week of watching footage from Molly and Sherlock’s interactions would have been more than enough for someone as smart as his sister to deduce how he felt about her.

The one person, they thought who didn’t count, mattered most of all.

And it had been used against him.

Sherlock realized that he kneeling on the floor, not quite remembering how he ended up getting there. He looked up from his hands to Mycroft, eyes wide and full of doubt and questions.

“What do I do, Mycroft?” Sherlock asked in a strained voice, looking to Mycroft very much like his baby brother from childhood.

Mycroft looked back at him, and for once the older brother’s face held none of its usual contempt.

“What you must.” Mycroft replied.



The biggest of shoutouts to @forthe for making this actually readable, you are the best proof reader that has ever existed! And to @moll for her invaluable ideas, thank you for putting up with my seven million emails a day! A huge thanks to both of you for your continuous encouragement, because without your support, my writing would never see the light of day. And thank you, readers, for your continued kind words about my fics, y'all are the best!!

anonymous asked:

Ok this will sound kind of dumb but... Sneezing headcanons for the guys? I imagine Ryoma's being the loudest and coming out of NOWHERE

Hoshido:

  • Ryoma - Yep, he totally has the most explosive sneezes, rivaling Corrin’s draconic roar. And he’s like totally calm about it afterwards, too, like Kagero and Saizo will just stare at him in shock after he knocks down 18 pots and 4 kids and goes back to life like nothing happened.
  • Takumi - He sneezes like a kitten, just a little “choo!” sound. You’re gonna want to hug him after he sneezes. He’s gonna want to deck you when you try.
  • Saizo - We don’t know if he sneezes or not. It’s just his eye closing for a bit and reopening, which most people assume to be a sneeze, but he could just be blinking.
  • Azama - Very proper sneezes. Polite, not too loud, always covers his mouth with his elbow, never spits while sneezing. Except when he’s alone. Then he lets loose. Only Setsuna has ever seen this happen.
  • Hinata - He’s got this shouting sneeze, like you’ll think some Faceless just stabbed him but turns out he just stopped to smell some flowers and now needs to shout to the heavens.
  • Subaki - He’s got a creeping sneeze, like he’ll feel the tickle of a sneeze and try his hardest to ignore it, only sneezing when he’s alone because he’s SO self-conscious of his sneeze.
  • Hayato - He tries to make his sneezes loud and manly like Ryoma’s but he just sneezes like a tiny animal. He and Takumi often talk about their sneezing troubles and practice making their sneezes more aggressive.
  • Kaden - He’s a messy sneezer. Like, he sprays so run away from him while you can. (also, provide a tissue to your local foxes when they sneeze, they usually will need one)
  • Yukimura - He’s got a really boring, mundane sneeze. Like, it’s a simple “acho”, his head dropping slightly and his eyes just blink once. SO boring.

Nohr:

  • Xander - When he sneezes, a dozen shingles fall off of the roofs of the castle. The floor actually rumbles.
  • Leo - He’s got a really strange sneeze. He says the “ah-choo” but a really loud “ah” and a wee little “choo” so it’s more like AAAAHHHH-choo!
  • Laslow - He’s got really bad allergies, so he tenses his whole body up for the sneeze, rearing his head back and tucking his shoulders up before letting loose and sneezing so hard, he hunches his back and jumps a little.
  • Odin - He gets those sneezes where he thinks he’s going to sneeze ALL DAY but it never comes out until he’s in like an important meeting with Leo and Niles and he just explodes.
  • Niles - His sneezes sound more like he’s having an orgasm. “aaahhhhh oooohhhh choooooooo” They just kinda devolve into moans.
  • Arthur - Okay so this dweeb always tries to suppress his sneezes because he’s afraid of spraying everywhere but he usually ends up choking every time he does that and ends up coughing and hacking and honestly it’s more trouble than it’s worth but he keeps pushing them down because he doesn’t want to inconvenience anyone.
  • Benny - He pretty much roars when he sneezes and instantly looks around to see if he’s scared anyone away, apology forming on his tongue within seconds.
  • Keaton - He’s got a revisiting sneeze. Like no, once was not enough, he keeps going twice, thrice, four times, his record is 27 (in his defense, he got some soap up his nose when that happened).
  • Gunter - Many often hope he won’t sneeze again because he’s got that old man sneeze, he starts hacking and coughing and you always contemplate performing the heimlich on him.

Neutral:

  • Jakob - It’s the most polite sneeze in the army, like he whips out a handkerchief, covers his nose and mouth oh so delicately, and lets out a simple “ah-choo”.
  • Silas - His sneezes aren’t particularly loud per se, but they have force, like he’ll blow papers around, and afterwards look around proudly to see if anyone saw how far he launched the map you were just studying.
  • Kaze - His sneezes start out normal and unimpressive enough, but his “choo” is really long for like no reason whatsoever.
  • Shura - He always sneezes in pairs, like it’s always two, never a single sneeze, never more than two, and he always goes “bless me” afterwards.
  • Izana - Honestly all I can say is ????? Like his sneezes go a little like this… ahem. “aaaaaaaiiIIIEEEE CHEEEEE!
  • Fuga - He’s got this really father-like sneeze, you know the one. The one that comes out of nowhere and makes everyone’s head snap to him wondering who just got trampled and yelped like a cat on steroids.

a slice of life scene from hogwarts au:

Ovi and Geno sitting at the Slytherin table, Sidney at the Hufflepuffs and Nicky at the Ravenclaws, all doing homework. Geno sends an orgami bird containing a love note flying to Sidney. He opens it, reads it, and smiles up at Geno, blowing him a kiss back. Geno turns to Ovi, staring at him smugly.

Ovi huffs, folds up a heart with his paper, and blows that over to Nicky. It flies into a Professor’s face, who stops in his tracks and opens the note. Ovi and Geno turn pale, stop snickering, and start furiously scratching away at their homework.

Geno, whispering: What did you write in there?
Ovi: I wrote ‘ur ass is amazing will you hold it against me’
Geno, finishing his homework and getting up: You’re on your own
Ovi: ZhenyaNO–

Title: “The Spooky Truth with Dr. Jones,” (2/3) | 1 • 2 • 3

Summary: Emma Swan is a podcaster looking for a semi-interesting story. Dr. Killian Jones is a paranormal investigator who doesn’t believe in the paranormal. Emma Swan absolutely does not want to write this story—but it seems to be writing itself. A CS Black Tapes AU.

Notes: This was supposed to be a one-shot. And then it was two chapters. And now it’s three. I rather viscerally hate myself, but I hope you enjoy this chapter. I’d like to thank and/or notify a # of awesome people who helped with this or would like to be kept… abreast: @seastarved @zengoalie @ofshipsandswans @abbadons-little-witch @the-reason-to-sail-home @businesscasualprincess​ @swanandapirate @piratesails. Also on Ao3.


+ And that’s how it starts. To David’s immense happiness, the podcast becomes incredibly popular in just the first few episodes. They manage to get some spooky, soft folk music for the opening theme music, a couple of advertisers, and soon enough, she’s no longer doing a series on “odd jobs.” Instead, it’s a full-blown podcast about debunking claims of paranormal phenomena. And getting the infamous Dr. Killian Jones to admit he was wrong. Maybe. A little bit.

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