people say i look like him with my glasses on

Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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JACKSON WANG WITH GLASSES APPRECIATION POST (a.k.a my aesthetic)

Let me bless your dash really quick with some pictures of one of the most precious people on this earth. The Wang and only (see what i did there ;) ), my King, Jackson Wang. Grab a water bottle and take a seat because you’re going to need to quench that thirst soon. 

Are you ready? Ok, LET’S GO Im not ready myself

Jackson with glasses + suspenders combo OMFG kick me pls

My cute King ♥

Why does he look like Jonghyun from SHINee in this pic below? lol

Look at how smol he is!!!!! Puppy King

Jackson well fed is also my aesthetic

Brown hair + glasses + smile = ♥♥♥♥

Are you still alive? …No? Me neither! :D

anonymous asked:

You're my fav fic writer here <3 so I wanted to ask if you also take prompts that are not from the list? If yes, please please please could you write a fic in which lola kidnaps andrew along with neil to baltimore? (or he just somehow ends up there)

(i lov u thank you sm, also this prompt is fucked up I had FUN)

Neil’s face is so sunken with grief that he’s barely recognizable. Andrew watches cooly as Nicky jokes with him, the energy of the team cascading down and off of Neil, water off an indifferent umbrella. This is not the same man who was buoyant with a fresh win half an hour ago, who holds exy in higher regard than his own life, some days.

Andrew crosses to him, siphoning Neil’s attention away from the action of the room to him, just him, their eyes hooked together.

“Thank you,” Neil says, his mouth trembling. “You were amazing.”

Andrew searches his face, waiting for more. The room around them feels hazily separate, his attention is pulled to every flicker of Neil’s eyes, every shape his mouth makes. Something is giving out like a rotting support beam, Andrew can feel the collapse as if it were happening in his own body.

He catches Wymack gesturing from the corner of his eye, and the foxes fall into line. Neil keeps holding Andrew’s gaze the way someone might watch their home disappear on the horizon as they drive away.

He turns on command, though, body held too casually to be genuinely at ease, walking in tandem with the men bracketing him.

Andrew levels Wymack with a dismissive look and turns on his heel to follow Neil to the parking lot, his heartbeat out-pacing his footsteps.

He watches the bobbing heads of the man in the reflective vest and his colleague guiding the team through a simmering crowd. A bottle careens past Aaron’s head and Andrew looks blackly out in the direction it was thrown from. His eyes return to Neil, and because he’s watching, he sees the moment the crowd swells and Neil is grabbed hard by the wrist.

Andrew starts running immediately, pushing his way through a crowd that feels more like the tumultuous surface of an angry ocean. He trips over a slippery bottle and clips a 6 foot tall Bearcats fan, who tries to punch Andrew and gets his hand ripped at the seam of his fingers for his trouble. The crowd is a firing squad pointed at him, but Andrew braves it without hesitation.

He loses sight of the shiny vest and Neil’s flaming hair, almost tripping again on a duffel bag upended in the street. He kicks viciously at it before realizing it’s Neil’s, his racquet dropped two feet away. It’s like a crime scene, like the gunpowder left in the wake of a ripping bullet.

Andrew scoops the racquet up and breaks into a flat-out sprint with it held in front of him, using its length to rake the crowd out of the way. They break, more interested in self-preservation than the spirit of revenge. Andrew gets a clear view of Neil’s shoulder being wrenched around, his face contorting with anger as he’s stuffed into the back of a highway patrol car.

“Stop,” Andrew calls, voice raised. He skids into the parking lot just as the door is closing on Neil, and four sets of eyes swing towards Andrew. He sees Neil mouth ‘no’ as a woman with an unhinged grin cranes around Neil, sizing Andrew up.

“Who’s this, Junior?”

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Sunrise-(Stuart Twombly)

Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre

Characters: OC, Billy, Neha, Nick, Yo-Yo, Lyle, Graham, Stuart and (Y/N).

Warnings: none

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Word Count: 3718

Summary: just a mini fic about the movie The Internship I wrote for fun :)(some of you guys also requested it, so here it is, Teen Wolf imagine should be up tomorrow) Guys wooo this is finally up, I didn’t know if I should post it since I’m writing a Stuart fanfic on Wattpad anyway, but here it is :)

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Will you two just get together already?- Kian Lawley imagine

Word Count:1054

Pairing: Kian Lawley/ Reader

Author’s Note: This is something I’m really excited to write about. I found it really cute and I hope you like it; I also wanted to place this in summer cause I miss it ,x.



Your name: submit What is this?

It was an average morning. The sun shining through the window it’s what woke me up.  I was really hungry. Without thinking of my roommates being around I walked into the kitchen. I was wearing a huge Metallica shirt with panties . Once I was in the kitchen, I saw Kian ,one of my housemates. 

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anonymous asked:

Gramander where Newt needs to wear glasses and he overhears a random auror talking about how dorky he looks or how the glasses take away what little good looks he has (which is total crap because he is of course the most adorable/beautiful person alive!) and he gets really self conscious and thinks that he needs to change and stop wearing them or he won't good enough to be with graves...but the problem is he hates the idea/feel of contacts. Eventual happy ending :)

I have to add a picture of Eddie with glasses bc he’s just cute AF!

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anonymous asked:

Can you please please PLEASE write something where 2D's S/O has to take him along as their date to like a fancy ball/gala type thingy? With suits and evening gowns and aaaaaa I'm sorry just the thought of 2D in a suit is so adorable thank you!!!!

2D looks a little uncomfortable as he surveys the large crowd in the room. Decked in a whole manner of evening dresses and three piece suits, they definitely aren’t the kind of crowd he’s used to seeing.

You smile at him and take his hand, squeezing gently.
“Nervous?”
“A…a little,” he whispers back, “I…don’t really know what to do,”

You glance at him, looking him up and down for the 50th time that night. He looks out of place and stiff, in a suit and tie, with his hair (still bright blue and very noticeable) brushed into some sort of submission. He gives you a half-hearted smile. You both know this isn’t his scene.

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Glasses (Ji Soo)

Type: Fluff

Request: Jisoo scenario where you take your son on set to see him.

~sidenote: I’m gonna use when he was on Scarlet Heart~


“You excited to show daddy your glasses?” you coo to your 17 month old. Yihan. Today had already been eventful for the little one, having to get his first pair of glasses before he was two. Walking on set you were worried your son would be very confused by the long hair and hanboks everyone would wear. “Daddy is working hard” you tell Yihan. You soon stopped when you saw a familiar face “look its uncle” you say as Yihan looks around. “Oh Yihan” Joohyuk says as he sees you two. “Look at him. Jisoo mentioned he needed glasses” he said as he glanced at you “can he see now?” he asks as you nod. He holds his hand in front of Yihan who flinches instantly “ah I guess you can see my hand buddy” he says as he rubs Yihan’s head.

“Jisoo should be done filming soon” he tells as Yihan makes a sound wanting down. “How about we go surprise daddy more yeah?” you ask as he nods. You take his hand as Joohyuk takes the other. “Daddy” Yihan calls as you walk passed many people.

“I’ll go get him” Joohyuk says as you nod. You sit down in a random spot as Yihan stood in front of you. “You like your glasses?” you asked him as he just looked at you. “must be nice seeing things” you coo.

You grab your bag pulling out a think of banana milk which instantly made Yihan smile. “Can you say please?” you ask “please” he says as you smile stabbing a straw through the top and handing it to him. He smiled as he drank from it “mama hooked you up?” you hear as you look up to see Jisoo there in his wardrobe still. Yihan turned hearing his father’s voice before he got confused by the look “its daddy Yihan” you say as he walks closer to you. “I like your glasses bud” he says as he bends down to his son’s level.

Yihan touches his glasses and brings his drink back to his mouth. “Seeing me like this must be confusing” he says as you nid. “I’m worry I will grow used to this look and your normal look wouldn’t be the same anymore” you tease as he smiles “I don’t look good with long hair?” he asks as you shrug. “I prefer your short hair” you say as he leans over and presses a kiss to your lips. “Long day?” you ask as he nods lightly “but I will get through it with you two here then we’ll go out to eat” he promises as you press another kiss to his lips.

“Yihan wanna go meet your uncles and aunts?” Jisoo asked as Yihan looked over at him and nodded. He stuck his arms up and his father picked him up. “I like it here” you say as he links your arm with his “it’s calm” you continue “Yihan might not like it. He likes his cartoons” Jisoo says “Yihan do you like it here?” he asks as Yihan shook his head no and passed him his empty container.

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Yihan became the center of attention as the period dressed men followed him around wanting his input in things. “Daddy” Yihan mumbled as his father looked down at him. “What?“ Jisoo asked as Yihan smiled at his dad who smiled right back at him. “Ah mommy ditched us for Baekhyun” he said as he looked over at you in the middle of a chat with his elder. “I think we should have noodles for dinner” he said as Yihan nodded. He picked up his son and hugged “daddy missed you today” he cooed as he kisses his son who leaned against him in happiness.

FIC: good is better than perfect (juno/peter)

The Penumbra Podcast, Juno Steel segments. Rita&Juno, Rita&Peter, and Juno/Peter. 8.5k. cws: canon-typical alcohol use and gun violence, kidnapping, implied torture (nothing serious)

Five times Rita didn’t meet Peter Nureyev, and one time she did.

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The thing is, there are expectations that come with being a private eye’s secretary, all sorts of things that people expect you to be able to do or know at the drop of a hat. Rita’s not good at most of those things. She’s really good at the ones she’s good at, like the note-taking and the people-watching and the pattern-finding, but it took her a long time to figure out that there were things that she was bad at too. A lot of people expect secretaries to be organized and all prim and proper and probably not watching streams while they work (not that Mister Steel really cares, no matter how much he pretends to) and Rita isn’t… well, Rita isn’t any of that.

The other side of that, though, is that when people try to figure her out they do it wrong, and that’s what Mister Steel calls an asset. That’s what Rita calls annoying, but she has to admit, it’s always fun to see the look on a sucker’s face when they realize they’re a sucker. So maybe she plays up the parts that she figures people underestimate, so what? It’s their own stinkin’ fault if they think she’s dumb, or that Mister Steel would hire a dumb secretary. And there’s a time and a place to be dumb on purpose, anyways, and that’s not all the time, even though the place normally is always at work.

So the point of all this is: when the doors slide open and that Dark Matters agent from a couple months back walks in smug as ever, Rita doesn’t bother with the simpering or looking all moony. She taps her pen against her mouth and turns her eyes up to him. “The boss isn’t in right now, so if you’re looking for him you’d better come back some other time.”

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Love At First Sight- Kol x Reader

Hi, hello, bonjour :)

Hi, so this is a short story which, if you want/ like it, is going to have at least 3 parts.

I hope you like it :)

Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

Enjoy :)

BTW: The Hybrid Part 8 should be posted tonight or tomorrow.

Originally posted by just-tvd-things

Get That Smile Off Your Face

You had met Kol Mikaelson at a ball.

You had been invited along with your sister, Caroline, for a reason you ignored. Maybe they just wanted to be polite. Your sister wasn’t comfortable with the idea of her little sister being in the same room as the Original family of vampires, but she couldn’t stop you from going.

You had entered the beautiful mansion with her and she was quickly taken away by Klaus Mikaelson. You knew that your sister wasn’t as annoyed as she let everyone believe. You walked alone in the room where you spotted Matt Donovan with Rebekah Mikaelson, that you had met at school. Then, you saw Elena with both Stefan and Damon at her sides. They looked like they were arguing.

“(Y/N) Forbes,” you heard someone say behind you and you quickly turned around to someone you had never seen before. He was a young and handsome man who was smiling at you which made you blush. “I’m glad you came,” he said as he kissed the top of your hand which made you blush harder. “I’m Kol Mikaelson,” he introduced himself. “You look beautiful,” he looked you up and down.

“Thank you,” you looked down at the floor. “It’s a beautiful dress,” you thanked him and he nodded. You could only guess he was the one who had invited you. “I’m sorry,” you say. “Have we met before?” you asked.

“No,” he said. “But I’ve heard of you. My brother is quite fond of your sister and yesterday I was visiting town and I saw you in the park, my brothers told me who you were. I had to meet you,” he explained and you couldn’t believe what he was telling you.

“You did?” you could only say. You didn’t understand what he found so interesting about you.

He grinned. “Yes,” he nodded.

You saw your sister at the other end of the room, looking at you. She was with Klaus so you couldn’t tell if her annoyed look meant she was fed up with the hybrid or if she was suspicious of what the Original vampire wanted with you.

The guests were gathering in the ball room and Kol held his hand out to you.

“No,” you told him and he smiled.

“Please, I’ll lead,” he said and you looked at his hand before you looked up at him. He looked you in the eyes and you couldn’t say no to those eyes. You sighed and placed your hand in his and he grinned before he took you to the ball room.

Your sister gave you a look that silently told you that she disapproved but you couldn’t take her seriously as she was dancing with Klaus.

“You’re a good dancer,” Kol told you. You looked up and quickly looked back down so he wouldn’t see you blush. You didn’t see him grin, proud of the effect he had on you.

After the dance, he brought you a glass of champagne.

“Thanks,” you shyly said.

“So your sister is a vampire,” he said and you lost your smile and looked up at him. “How did you find out?” he asked.

You sighed. “Klaus tried to kill me,” you told him.

“He did?” he asked, surprised. “He forgot that part of the story,” he looked angry. You looked down. Klaus kidnapping you and threatening to kill you wasn’t a good memory.

“He apologized,” you shrugged and he laughed.

“My brother doesn’t apologize,” he said.

You smiled at him, amused. “He never apologized to you?” you asked. They were brothers, brothers apologize to each other.

“Never,” he shook his head and you frowned.

“Care said he…”daggered” you, whatever that means, and that you were dead for like a century,” you said and he nodded. “And he didn’t apologize for that?” you were almost outraged.

He chuckled, amused. “Never,” he repeated.

You looked at him for a minute but he didn’t say anything more.

“Well, I’m sure he’s sorry,” you told him and he smiled.

“It’s nice to see there are nice people like you in this town,” he said and you shyly smiled. “My family and I are going to stay around for a while. It’ll be nice to have a friend.”

You were about to answer when you were interrupted by Esther, his mother. She was on the top of the stairs and she had a glass of pink champagne in her hand.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Waiters are coming round with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me no greater joy than to see my family back together as one. I’d like to thank you all to be part of this spectacular evening. Cheers.”

Kol took your empty glass from you and put in down on a platter before he took two glasses of pink champagne and handed one to you. For some reason, the alcohol in his glass was redder than yours but you didn’t really pay attention to that.

“Come,” he said and you followed him outside.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Just here,” he shrugged. He had his hands in the pockets of his jackets. You walked in the garden in silence. “I’m glad you liked the dress,” he said.

“I do,” you told him. “Thank you,” you were obviously out of things to say.

He saw you shiver and he removed his jacket and placed it on your shoulders. You smiled and looked down at your feet before you looked up at him. He was grinning.

“Get that smile off your face,” you told him and he chuckled and looked down.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he said.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you smiled and he smiled back and looked down again. He looked a little shy which you didn’t understand.

“(Y/N)!” you turned to see your sister with a disapproving look on her face. You frowned and sighed and turned back to Kol.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” you say.

“That’s okay,” he said as he took one step towards you. He put his hands around your waist and you looked up at him and you put your hands over his forearms. His gaze landed on your lips and you watched his face getting close to yours. You closed your eyes when his lips touched yours.

It was a sweet but quick kiss. He grinned at you and you shyly smiled, you were pretty sure you were blushing. You were blushing hard.

“Get that smile off your face,” you repeated and he laughed.

“You should go,” he said and you sighed.

“Bye,” you smiled at him and he smiled back before you turned around and started walking to your sister. She didn’t look happy but you didn’t care. You turned once more to shyly wave at Kol once more before you followed your sister to her car and back home.

When you got into your room you noticed you still had his jacket. You smiled, thinking back to the kiss. You undressed and took a shower before you got into bed and fell asleep, still smiling.

So, you’re my soulmate?

A/N: I know this one is short but I didnt really know much to write with the ‘so you’re my soulmate’ plot. So it turned out to be a cute fluffy blurb. I still hope you all enjoy it!.

In which Harry goes to the pub and meets a girl who he really bonds with.

Warning: none.

‘So, you’re my soulmate.’ She claims. It makes me feel weird for a second. I’ve only met this girl 45 minutes ago, but I’ve got to be honest there is a spark. I felt bored at home so I went to my favourite pub. And there she was, sitting on a barstool, sipping her gin and tonic.

‘It seems like it.’ I answer, still a bit uncomfortable. I normally don’t let people in this easily. I look at her glass, it’s almost empty. ‘Let me get you something to drink.’ I raise up my hand for the bartender to come.

‘Can I have another Jack and whatever this lovely lady wants?’ I ask him and he looks over to Y/N. ‘I’d like another one of those, thank you.’ She says and holds up her gin tonic.

One hour and a few more sips later and I’m starting to feel tipsy. Only slightly, it’s no big deal. I hold out my hand to her. ‘Come with me to my place?’ I ask her. I feel so different with this girl. I wasn’t really looking for someone to be with. I am not looking for any kind of relationship. But I feel the need to be with this girl.

She nods in agreement as she takes my hand. I walk toward the door, getting our coats and walking outside. ‘It’s only a 20-minute walk home, so if you’d like we can walk. Or I’ll hail a taxi.’ I say. ‘A walk sounds nice.’ She responds. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and walk with her to my place. Almost the entire walk was quiet. A comfortable silence.

I reach for my keys and open the door. ‘Come in.’ I gesture and so she does. I help her get out of her coat as the gentleman I am and put them on a hanger. I make my way to the living room but she stops me by grabbing my wrist. She pulls me back to face her and places her lips on mine in one smooth movement.

I immediately kiss back. I part my lips slightly and go with my tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She willingly opens her mouth and our tongues meet. The sweet taste of gin still in her mouth.

She pulls back and looks me straight in my eyes. I smile at her. ‘Would you like to stay over?’ I ask her. She happily agrees, claiming she is tired. And honestly, so am I. I look at the clock, 2am. ‘We can watch a movie in my bedroom if you’d want to?’ I ask her, I don’t want to sleep yet and I don’t feel the urge to have sex with this girl. ‘That sounds lovely.’

I take her upstairs and lead her to my bedroom. ‘Make yourself feel at home.’ I say. She takes off her shoes right away and start to prepare herself to get into bed while I set up everything to watch a movie. I turn of the lights and roll down the projector screen. Her eyes widened. ‘Bedroom cinema.’ She whispers.

15 minutes into the movie and I hear soft sleeping noises coming from my left. ‘Typical lady-like.’ I think to myself. I turn off the projector and put the remote on my night stand. I get comfy in my bed and cuddle up to Y/N. This might be the best (unplanned) date I’ve ever been on.

Day6; Call me, beep me (if you wanna reach me) Ch. III

Tumblr: Ch I / Ch. II

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[4:54]
Hi
Wonpil-ssi?

[5:03]
new phone who dis

[5:04]
Oh
Hahaha
We haven’t talked before actually
I’m sorry if I’m bothering
I’m Park Sungjin

[5:04]
yes ok
and?

[5:05]
Doesn’t the name ring a bell?

[5:05]
not really no
should it?

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So, you’re my soulmate?

A/N: I know this one is short but I didn’t really know much to write with the ‘so you’re my soulmate’ plot. So it turned out to be a cute fluffy blurb. I still hope you all enjoy it!

In which Shawn goes to the pub and meets a girl who he really bonds with.

Warning: none.

‘So, you’re my soulmate.’ She claims. It makes me feel weird for a second. I’ve only met this girl 45 minutes ago, but I’ve got to be honest there is a spark. I felt bored at home so I went to my favourite pub. And there she was, sitting on a barstool, sipping her gin and tonic.

‘It seems like it.’ I answer, still a bit uncomfortable. I normally don’t let people in this easily. I look at her glass, it’s almost empty. ‘Let me get you something to drink.’ I raise up my hand for the bartender to come.

‘Can I have another Jack and whatever this lovely lady wants?’ I ask him and he looks over to Y/N. ‘I’d like another one of these, thank you.’ She says and holds up her gin tonic.

One hour and a few more sips later and I’m starting to feel tipsy. Only slightly, it’s no big deal. I hold out my hand to her. ‘Come with me to my place?’ I ask her. I feel so different with this girl. I wasn’t really looking for someone to be with. I am not looking for any kind of relationship. But I feel the need to be with this girl.

She nods in agreement as she takes my hand. I walk toward the door, getting our coats and walking outside. ‘It’s only a 20-minute walk home, so if you’d like we can walk. Or I’ll hail a taxi.’ I say. ‘A walk sounds nice.’ She responds. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and walk with her to my place. Almost the entire walk was quiet. A comfortable silence.

I reach for my keys and open the door. ‘Come in.’ I gesture and so she does. I help her get out of her coat as the gentleman I am and put them on a hanger. I make my way to the living room but she stops me by grabbing my wrist. She pulls me back to face her and places her lips on mine in one smooth movement.

I immediately kiss back. I part my lips slightly and go with my tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She willingly opens her mouth and our tongues meet. The sweet taste of gin still in her mouth.

She pulls back and looks me straight in my eyes. I smile at her. ‘Would you like to stay over?’ I ask her. She happily agrees, claiming she is tired. And honestly, so am I. I look at the clock, 2am. ‘We can watch a movie in my bedroom if you’d want to?’ I ask her, I don’t want to sleep yet and I don’t feel the urge to have sex with this girl. ‘That sounds lovely.’

I take her upstairs and lead her to my bedroom. ‘Make yourself feel at home.’ I say. She takes off her shoes right away and start to prepare herself to get into bed while I set up everything to watch a movie. I turn of the lights and roll down the projector screen. Her eyes widened. ‘Bedroom cinema.’ She whispers.

15 minutes into the movie and I hear soft sleeping noises coming from my left. ‘Typical lady-like.’ I think to myself. I turn off the projector and put the remote on my night stand. I get comfy in my bed and cuddle up to Y/N. This might be the best (unplanned) date I’ve ever been on.

tiberius: trust your eyes

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warnings: discussions of past abuse, gaslighting, emotional abuse

“So!” Tony says, spreading his hands in invitation. “What’s the verdict? Hit me.”

Tiberius glances over, smiling at him indulgently. “They seemed nice.”

“Nice?” Tony echoes. “Nice? Nice is like a death knell.”

Tiberius laughs. “Well they did. The redhead was even hotter than you.”

Tony makes a noise of mock outrage and Tiberius laughs again.

TIBERIUS SAYS SOMETHING TO MAKE TONY THINK STEVE/THE AVENGERS TALKED SHIT ABOUT HIM?

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Come To Hell For The Company (Chapter 1)

Special thanks to the following blogs for providing well-needed inspiration: @arelyhb @confessionsofacookie @johnbabayagawick @mostexcellentkeanugifs


I make my way up the stairs at the hotel I work at, the Continental. It seems so prestigious that I’m always surprised by the large number of people that don’t know what it is. Though, to be fair, I hadn’t known about it either until a few days before I started my job here.  

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I originally came to New York hoping to nab a career opportunity, but, once I arrived, that opportunity disappeared. But, I got lucky. Very lucky. The Continental was a few minutes away from where my interview was supposed to be at. I was walking around the area and came across the Continental. It appeared to be one of the classiest hotels in existence. There were chauffeurs, bellhops, and people driving up in luxury cars. Of course, I had to see the inside of a place I knew I could never afford to stay in. Half of the place looked like it was made from marble, with huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and well-dressed patrons sitting in the lounge. I wandered around for a bit, until a man approached me with a perplexed expression on his face.

“Are you a guest here? May I assist you with anything?”, he asked.

“Oh-uh, no. I just wanted to look around in here. It seems like a nice place,” I said quietly.

“Thank you, my dear. I’m Winston, the manager”, he stretched out his hand.

I grabbed it lightly, and he placed his other hand over mine.

“Welcome to the Continental”, he smiled.

“Thank you”, he let go of my hand and I returned it to my side, fidgeting with the hem of my top.

“I don’t mean to pry, my dear, but you’re not from New York are you?”

“No, I’m not from around here. I came for a job but….things didn’t work out as I had planned.”

“That’s unfortunate. I’m sorry to hear that”, he said sympathetically.

He stood quietly for a few seconds, clearly contemplating something in his mind.

“We…..recently lost one of our employees. Are you still in need of a job?”

“Um..”, I came here for a career, not a job working at a hotel.

“It will be worth your while, I promise. It is not as low-paying as you may think.”

I was silent. I didn’t know when my next career opportunity would show up, and I needed money, especially for the hotel I was staying at. Rooms in New York City didn’t come cheap.

Winston leaned closer towards me. “…..and, might I add, employees get complimentary boarding.”

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The Continental has an elegant but strange aura. The way people look at each other, the mysterious gold coins that are sometimes exchanged…..it’s constantly been on my mind for the past few weeks. But that’s one of the reasons I love working here. It’s odd, but I love it.

I work multiple jobs here. Sometimes I’m an assistant to Winston, other times I help Charon, the concierge, at the front desk. Today I worked a shift as a waitress at the hotel’s restaurant. There’s always soft piano music playing, accompanied by men and women in expensive clothes drinking even more expensive wine. I usually get tipped in cash, but one of my customers slid me one of the gold coins that I had occasionally spotted. I was now finally going to ask Winston about the more questionable things regarding the Continental.

“Winston? Are you in?”

“I’m always in. Please…”, He opens the door for me, and I walk in.

What do you need, my dear?”, He says casually.

I hold the gold coin up and wait for his response.

“Where did you get that?”, There’s a slight concern in his voice.

“Someone at the restaurant gave it to me. I don’t know why.”

“A newcomer….”, He says disappointingly.

“Wh-what? What do-“

“I suppose you would have found out sooner or later.”, He cuts me off before I can say anything else.

He closes the door and pulls up a chair towards me.

“Have a seat, my dear.It’s best if you learn it from me.”

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Our True Love - Chapter 3

A/N: Thank you for those who are following the story and the one that gave my previous two chapters likes and re-blogs. I really appreciate it! I didn’t think anyone would read it, but I am pleasantly surprised. So thank you very much for that again! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the story! (Again, I apologize in advance for any grammatical mistakes in my stories.)

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None
Word count: 3,043
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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I haven’t laughed this much since Bucky’s engagement party.

“I swear! His white boy’s ass was running with 90 degrees arms on his sides like a robot.” Sam says as he re-enacts the way Steve runs. Bucky is swirling the drink in his hand, eyes staring out to somewhere in the crowd and lost in his own thought.

I clutch my stomach from the laughter, nearly spilling the drink in my hand. Steve only manage little chuckles, watching his friend do the exact opposite way of how he runs. It wasn’t weird to him.

“At least I actually run. Unlike you.” Steve answers. I place my hand over my mouth with my eyes shifting between both of them. Sam lets out a laugh before approaching Steve.

“You want me to show you how it’s done? I bet yo ass that even the Falcon can beat the American eagle any day!” Sam says while cracking his knuckles. Steve lifts his hands up before backing off, admitting defeat.

“Calm down, boys. Especially you, birdbrain.” I say, pushing Sam back a little by his shoulder. It did little to back him off since he is three times bigger than me. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“What about you? I bet you run like a kangaroo.” Sam says directly towards me with a mocking tone. I raise an eyebrow.

“Kangaroos don’t run. And I think I run quite normally compared to the both of you.” I say as Sam rolls his eyes. I look over towards Bucky to see if he is listening; of course not. I follow his gaze into the crowd. My chest tightens a little when I realize who he is looking at: Rosaline. I take a quiet deep breath.

“I bet you run like a robot too, Buck. Heck, you are a half robot yourself.” I call out to him. He turns his head to look at me with a small chuckle.

“Not that I know of. But I have to admit, Steve does run in a weird manner. Even when he was a kid. Right, punk?” He says while petting his hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve rolls his eyes this time, getting a little tired of people making fun of the way he runs.

I watch as Steve and Bucky exchange laughter with each other at the statement Sam just made. The pain of the heartbreak is still there, but it is bearable now. After that night when Bucky was angry at me, I apologized to him the next day. He was still angry at me. But after a while, we are fine again. Not like what we used to be though, even lesser than that.

I missed seeing him laugh and smile. The way his hair falls down to his face when he leans down. The way his eyes stare at yours when you both talk. It helps with my acceptance process. I was also able to talk with Rosaline without feeling that physical pain in my chest. I even managed to visit their apartment without the need to bawl my eyes out when I get home.

“How are things with Rosaline, Frozone?” He directs the question to Bucky, catching my attention. A hint of red on his cheeks form before he steals a quick glance towards the laughing Rosaline by the couches.

“Great. She makes me happy. It is wonderful.” He answers, a little hesitant. When he talks about the things he loves, he gets shy. This side of him had always been adorable.

“Yeah, seems like you both are very happy together.” Steve says wrapping an arm around Bucky’s shoulder to pull him into a quick side hug. Bucky only let out a small laugh.

To see Bucky so happy, it does make my heart light up. The twinkle in his eyes, the sweet smile, and the shy voice: all had been traits of Bucky that I missed the most. I’m happy to get to see them again. Steve glances over at me. I replied to him with a smile. A very genuine one.

“Have you done the dirty?” Sam asks straights out, making me choke on my drink. Steve nudges Sam, signalling him to shut up. Bucky’s face turns into a playful one.

“Of course.”

That answer somehow made something rip inside my heart.

“So a baby might pop out soon, huh? You and Steve should plan that out. Both of your children will be friends like you both were. I bet Sharon and Rosaline don’t mind.” Sam adds. The thought made my head spin. Looks like I was wrong into thinking that I was already accepting their marriage after all.

“Y/N! Come here.” Sharon calls out for me. I breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Be right back.” I say to them before heading over to her. Thank God, Sharon. I can hear Steve and Sam laughing as I make my way through the crowd. Perhaps it was good that I left. I don’t know how I’ll handle the rest of that conversation.

When I arrived at the couches, Sharon was with Rosaline and a man I’ve never seen before. I held my breath when I finally saw his face.

“Y/N, this is Richard, my step-brother. He recently moved here to find a job.” Rosaline introduces him to me as her brown eyes sparkle under the light. When my eyes caught with his, I feel little butterflies flutter around in my stomach. He was extremely good looking.

Dark brown hair, green eyes, tan skin and a very sexy jaw line.

“H…Hi, Richard, nice… uh, a pleasure meeting you. I’m Y/N.” I stutter a little while holding my hand out to shake his. He gives me the warmest and sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. And I thought Bucky’s smile was the sweetest.

“The pleasure is all mine, Y/N. I heard a great deal about you from these two ladies.” He says charmingly.

His voice melts my very core. I blush at the statement as he pulls my hand up to leave a sweet kiss on the back of it. I can feel my insides shake at the elegant gesture. His lips feels soft and warm against my skin.

“I hope they said nothing bad about me.” I joke, keeping my eyes glued on him.

“Well, that’s that, I need to check on the cake. Richard, why don’t you chat with Y/N? Come, Sharon.” Rosaline winks at me before pulling Sharon off the couch. Sharon just smiles before trailing after Rosaline.

I watch them disappear out into the kitchen while still trying to make sense of that little wink Rosaline just delivered to me. Now here I am, sitting alone with this man I had just met. My heart beats fast as I sink deeper into the couch with my drink still in my hand.  

This is so awkward. I don’t deal well with new people by myself. Especially when that person is extremely hot. I grip onto the glass in my hand a little tight, unsure of how to start a conversation with this man.

“You work at the Avengers Headquarters, as Rosy says?” He begins, sipping on the glass of wine in his hand. I didn’t try to make eye contact with him, not when I’m alone. I just feel like I will make a fool of myself at any second if I do.  

“Yeah, I manage files mostly. Keeping the system organized in the missions division.” I answer, keeping my eyes down at my feet.

“They must depend on you a lot then. You work hard, don’t you?” He asks. I let out a small laugh still my eyes glued to my shoes. But I do manage a few glances every now and then. He is handsome after all; I can’t miss this chance.

“No, I just keep things organized more than anything really. That’s all.” I say, glancing up at him. I catch his green eyes in mine. My heart skips a beat.

“Hm, how long have you been working there?” He asks, still keeping a strong grip on my gaze. I play with my hair, straightening it out; it was a little tangled.

Oh God, wait, how do I even look like, right now? My eyes shift around the room to see if I can get a reflection of myself anywhere. Is my hair okay? Is it tangled and weird? Is my face clean? Is there a little chocolate stain on the side of my lips when I ate that chocolate earlier? Is there boogers in my nose?

“Y/N?” I jump at his voice.

“Ye…Yes?” I say looking at him. He raises an eyebrow. So cute.

“I asked you a question.” His chuckle is so warm and sweet, like hot chocolate.

“O…Oh yeah. Urr, I’ve been working there for four years.” I say. My voice is a little shaky. Oh God, such an impression I’m leaving on this man. He lets out a small laugh. I look at him surprised.

“Sharon told me that you can be very shifty and nervous around new people.” He says, looking right through me. I turn back to the glass in my hand, embarrassed at his statement. Gosh, I’m an idiot.

“Just relax and don’t be shy. I’m a laidback kind of guy.” He says, leaning into me a little. I look at him, catching his eyes in mine again. Stunning. This man is utterly beautiful. So beautiful it made me forget all about my heartbreak when Bucky slipped that ring on Rosaline’s finger.

I take a deep breath before managing a smile. Right. I should just take it easy with this. We ended up talking that whole night after I finally manage to grow comfortable around him.

Both getting excited when either of us mentioned the things we like. Like our love and interest for musicals, the different books and the types of music among others. Agreeing with each other on certain things we disagree upon and debating on the ones we do have different views on.

It was like out of a book. Meeting someone who just seems to understand everything we say and feel. I had forgotten where I was after being so deep in a conversation with him. It felt like we were the only ones in the room despite the other twenty different people there.

I was happy and excited. We both had an instant connection. But, all the while we were conversing, I could not shake the feeling of someone watching us from far.

People started leaving at around eleven at night. I step outside in the small garden to get some fresh air after Rosaline called Richard over to help her.

Steve and Sharon had planted the flowers in the back, but all that’s left are leaves since it is summer. I look at the clear night sky, catching a few stars scattered around in the blanket of darkness. I smile satisfyingly.

“You seemed to have enjoyed yourself tonight.” Steve’s voice coming from behind. I turn to look at him. I blush a little when I catch a glimpse of Richard talking to Sam inside the house. I smile.

“Yeah, it was nice. Thank you for inviting me. I hope Sharon will like the perfume.” I say, drifting my attention back to the sky. Steve stands next to me following my gaze to the sky above.

“I’m sure she will.” We were quiet for a few moments. The laughter and chatter from inside the house is still loud despite how many people left.

“Do you still have feelings for Bucky?” That question just slapped me in the face. Hard. I forgot about Bucky momentarily when I was lost in Richard’s eyes.

“Takes a while, Steve. Three years of feelings does not fade away in three months. But I am doing better every day.” I answer. I suddenly smelt a familiar scent when the breeze brushes through. I inhale the air and turn my attention to a bush flower just next to me.

“Lavender?” I ask. Steve nods. His blue eyes seems bright under the night sky.

“Oh. You need them too, huh?” I look up at him, picking off a stem of the flower from the bush.

“I do have problem sleeping sometimes, yes. But I mostly grew them for Bucky.” I look up at him, blinking. I let out a small giggle.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just the things that you would do for Bucky is adorable.” I say while running the flowers under my nose. Such a heavenly scent.

Steve keeps his eyes on me. He slides his hands in his pocket, showing the little shyness creeping up from underneath his blank expression. Anyone is lucky enough to get Steve as their best friend. He will do anything to keep you safe. I wonder if Bucky even knows how much Steve cares for him.

“Steve. Rosaline and I are about to leave.” Bucky calls out from the doorway of the house. Speak of the devil. He looks at me surprised.

“Oh, Y/N. I was looking for you.” He says while coming down the steps towards Steve. His blue polo shirt and black jeans make him blend in with the darkness around the garden a little too easily. Only that his metal arm would have given away his position if he did try to sneak up on someone.

“I’ll go say bye to Rosaline first, then.” Steve makes his way up to his house a little too fast. I am left alone with Bucky now. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t know what to expect if I ended up making contact with them.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asks. I twirl the stem between my fingers, smiling to myself before looking up at him. His light blue eyes staring deeply into mine.

“I did. It was so much fun. Did you?” I answer genuinely. I truly enjoyed my time here, especially with Richard. It was the break I needed, with the exception of the little questions from both Sam and Steve earlier.

“I did as well… Richard seems to like it being around you.” He says. My heart jumps a little at the mention of his name. When I turn to Bucky he had a surprised look on his face. I must’ve been blushing.

“Is that so? He is interesting and we did talk a lot. We share a lot of things in common.” I say while remembering back to the conversations we had. His expression changes a little.

“You seem to awfully like it being around him too.” Bucky says, running his metal fingers through his hair. I watch his hand carefully brushes the strands away from his face. The way the metal glimmers under the moonlight and the light from inside the house reflects on his features takes my breath away.

I was speechless. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I stare at him. He is truly a piece of art work. From the top of his head down to the shoes; he looks like someone straight out of a painting. His blue eyes fall back on me.

“What?” He asks, pulling me out of my daydream. I shake my head before smelling the scent of the flowers in my hand again. It calmed my nerves.

“Lavender?” He asks while looking at me. I look down at the flowers before holding it out to him.

“Yup. Do they still help you sleep?” I ask him. He holds out his metal hand, accepting the flower. Despite it being a killing a machine, his metal hand holds the flower rather delicately. He was afraid to crush it.

“Yeah. A little.” He answers while looking at me.

“I’m glad. Keep using it then.” I say while tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Bucky, honey. Let’s go!” Rosaline calls out from inside the house.

“I’ll be there, doll.” He shouts back at her. The tone of his voice made my heart crack. I manage a smile for him.

“I’ll see you later then, Sergeant.” I hesitate for a moment but eventually, I reach out to give him a good solid hug. His arms wrap around me tightly and almost desperately too. The way he pulled me in against him knocked a bit of the wind out of me. A moment of nostalgia passes through us.

I haven’t hugged Bucky in so long now, have I?

After what feels like forever, I pulled myself away from the hug. I didn’t want anyone to see us like that. Bucky didn’t seem to want to let me go in that instance, though. My hands linger on his shoulders as his lingers on my waist. I look up at him, examining the familiar blue eyes. One I had seen so many times at nights like these.

“Y/N, I—”

“Y/N! I found you!” Richard yells while going down the small steps. I glance over at Bucky when I feel his hands suddenly gripping at my shirt. But we part away from each other immediately when Richard approached us.

“I’d like your phone number, please.” He says while handing me his phone. I take the phone and enter in my number quickly. When I hand it back to him, Richard leans in to peck my cheeks softly. My body froze when his lips make contact against my skin again. My chest feels like it’s going to burst.

“Thank you, darling. We’ll keep in contact. Let’s go, James.” Richard winks at me before making his way up the steps. I place my hand over my cheeks where Richard had kissed me. My face warms up.

“James!” Richard calls out again, waiting by the doorway. I look over at Bucky who is still standing next to me. He is wearing a rather dark expression on his face. He looks over at me.

“I’ll see you later.” He says darkly as he makes his way back into the house. I watch him as he disappears into it with Richard. My heart is beating wildly and happily inside my chest at the kiss Richard had left me with. But at the same time, my chest tightens with worry; why did Bucky look so angry?

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A/N: I didn’t realize that with each chapters, the story gets longer and longer. I’ll try to play it down a little next time, but we’ll see. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to fix or improve on. Your inputs are much appreciated. Thank you very much!

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anonymous asked:

I've been going through your blog and you're right - Mikey is the least popular when it comes to likes. Why do you think that is? I love him so much!

I’m glad I’m not the only one to notice!

And I really couldn’t say for certain. A lot of people have the impression he’s aloof, when in fact, he has really bad depression and anxiety. He doesn’t smile a lot. That turns some people off. Others still don’t like that his first marriage ended. And then there’s the group that mourns his transformation from a glasses-wearing awkward boy to a very chiseled-looking man.

But, I really can’t say for certain. Anyone have any opinions for this anon?

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Notbroken

REQUEST! Another hunter makes a few rude comments, which leads Dean to learn more about you and make a few confessions of his own…

**reblog from my old site**

Dean x (curvy) Reader

The hunt had gone well. Really well. Better than had been expected. Which was why you were currently in this shitty bar with the Winchesters, drinking whiskey and trying to one-up each other with stories of monster hunting. So far you were losing, big time, because, lets face it, you hadn’t taken on Lucifer, been to hell, lost your soul, or have Crowley on speed dial. But you were having fun, which was something.

You’d met the Winchesters a few months ago, when a Rusalka case had led them out west to Los Angeles. You had been working some cases out there by night and moonlighting as a plus-size model by day, taking the work you could get. You were surprised how much you enjoyed it- but getting dolled up for photos was a hell of a lot easier and safer than hustling pool or committing credit card fraud, those two hunter staples. You’d caught wind of the Rusalka case as well, you’d all run into each other, and you’d sorta saved their asses because it turns out, Rusalkas don’t really have much interest in drowning women, just men. It had been very handy that you knew CPR or both brothers would be dead. Since then, you’d worked some cases together, and the last month you’d found yourself tooling around the country with them in their big black car.

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“So Molly Hooper,” Sherlock sets down the pint I’ve just bought him and brushes the foam off his top lip. I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t have a little speech planned it seems, because he just smiles at me. Waiting. 

“Erm.” I take a long swallow of my own pint. Then another. 

Concern and amusement mingles on Sherlock’s face, “Everything all right?” He sips again. 

I thunk my pint down on the bar and make that little false laugh I’m trying to stop doing, “Oh yes. Erm. I just. Have something to tell you. I’m thinking how.” 

Sherlock turns bodily in his chair to face me, clasping his hands under his chin and fixing both eyes on mine, “Yes? I’m listening. Something troubling you?”

“No!” that was a bit loud, I think. Cough a little and sip my pint again. “No, just. Something I’ve just sort of. Just worked out. And I’ve got to tell someone, and I don’t know when or how it happened, but. Erm. You’re sort of my best friend, so.” 

Sherlock raises his eyebrows and smiles, “Oh indeed? Well, I’m all ears.” 

“And figuring it out had a lot to do with. Well. Hope you don’t mind my saying. I mean. It wasn’t very like but. Anyway. If I hadn’t ever known you, I’m not sure I would. Erm. Well.” I cough again, just so I can lower my face. Maybe that will account for the blush, too. I’m fairly sure I’m blushing. 

“The ends of these sentences must be very important, Molly. I’m afraid I don’t follow you.” 

Blow out a beery little breath, then sip from my pint again. It’s half gone by now. “I. I’m. I. I like women. Only. I’m a. I. I’m gay,” the last in a whisper, followed by a weird little giggle that I can’t quite swallow. I chance a glance up at Sherlock. 

He’s beaming at me. I’ve never seen him look so pleased. “Well!” he taps his pint glass against mine, “Welcome aboard!” 

I burst out laughing at that, and Sherlock grins and grins watching me. “Thanks,” I tell him, still giggling. I take another long draw on my pint and hiccough. “I’m a lesbian,” I say quietly, trying it out. 

“Congratulations!” Sherlock grins at me, then leans over the bar, trying to catch eyes with the barman. “So many of the best people are.” 

Things You Said Too Quietly

@ankewehner prompted this for Kinda Subtle (aka Stuff and Thang). It ended up being in Art School AU and they are therefore named Steph and Thane.

Thank you for this prompt, I’ve never really written these two and I had a lot of fun!


Thane!”

Thane shook his head, thinking he might have heard something. It was probably Bog and he had probably been calling for awhile now. Thane wondered if he pretended to be oblivious and just continued working Bog would give up. With unsteady fingers, Thane lined up another nail to hammer into the wall frame he was working on.

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