reach the streets


Summary: Credence decides to show the reader his appreciation for her kindness towards him, although it doesn’t go as he originally planned.

Word Count: 2,533

Warning: Possible spoilers, mentions of blood

Y/N had let out a sigh of disappointment when she reached the corner of 42nd street only to find it empty. Well, empty to her standard considering that she had expected a large mass of people to be gathered on the street corner.

She had been looking forward to catching Credence after the New Salem Philanthropic Society rally that had been scheduled to be held there, but it seemed that she had been too late due to her grocery shopping taking a lot longer than she had originally anticipated. Sure, she knew that the people who would have had the misfortune to walk past Mary Lou Barebone’s incessant rambling would be rather relieved to know that it had concluded. Y/N was too, in a way, but she had been hoping to get the chance to talk to the woman’s eldest son since she hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, even if that meant that Y/N would have no choice but to listen to Mrs. Barebone distastefully drone on about her own kind just to see him.

It would have seemed as if the rally had never taken place to begin with, the exception being a few disposed flyers floating around on the pavement that were being picked up by the wind. Y/N adjusted her grocery bags onto her right arm before bending down to pick up one of the pieces of parchment with her left hand, curious to what Mary Lou had her adoptive children write on them this time.


Y/N couldn’t help but to roll her eyes in exasperation at the slogan. She would always take a flyer from Credence when he was tasked with handing them out to passers-by, mostly as a ploy to talk to him so as not to raise his mother’s suspicion, but also to make fun of every new slogan that Mrs. Barebone had slapped on there. It was a ritual they shared, Credence never dared to say anything against them while out on the street but Y/N almost always managed to pull a small smile from him at her antics.

She flipped the piece of paper over to the back, wondering if there would be anything else on the other side only to find it blank save for the Barebone’s residential address, which had always been a constant. Curious to what the time was, Y/N pulled out her watch from her coat pocket and furrowed her brows. It was past noon. She let out a disappointed sigh; it didn’t seem that she would be seeing Credence today.

Deciding that it was best that she had better get going, Y/N set off in the direction of her home and tossed the flyer into the first bin that she had spotted along the way. For a while now, Y/N had been worried because of Credence’s sudden disappearance and no matter how much she tried to reason with herself by recalling the one time she didn’t see him for over a month, in which he had been fine, she still could not shake the feeling of anxiousness.

What paranoid her the most was that the last time she seen him had been when he showed up on her doorstep in the middle of the night due to a horrible beating that had been delivered by Mary Lou’s hand. What if he had been punished because he had snuck out that night? Did his mother notice that his wounds had been completely healed and swore that witchcraft was the perpetrator?

Y/N shook her head at how she kept escalating a situation that she knew nothing about, if Mrs. Barebone had sworn that it was witchcraft then word would have definitely travelled by now. She was most likely just worried because she had grown quite accustomed to seeing the timid young man a lot more often than she usually did as he had been making his visits quite frequent before they had ceased all together. Maybe he was just busy scouting for new locations for the rallies, she tried in vain. There had been more of a turnout with each one due to the suspicious activity in New York recently, maybe he was just preoccupied, she hoped.

After 20 or so minutes of lamenting Credence’s wellbeing, along with what she was going to cook for dinner that night, Y/N arrived home. However, she instantly perked up at the sight of Credence standing at her door. Speak of the devil, she mused.

“Credence, what are you doing here?” Y/N asked cheerily as she approached the bottom of the stairs that lead to her front porch, all traces of her previously melancholy state having dissipated at the sight of the man.

The sudden greeting had caused Credence to jump in surprise before he turned around to look down at her from the top of the stairs, “Sorry! I should have given you a little warning beforehand.” She apologised, laughing a little and craning her head back to look up at him from her position.

“It’s fine.” He replied with a small shake of his head. He kept his right arm behind his back, as if hiding something. Credence hadn’t expected Y/N to be home so soon, he knew that today was the day that she did her grocery shopping and from first-hand experience he knew that she liked to take her time, her excuse being that she didn’t want to forget anything and have to make a second trip later on in the week.

He shifted nervously, his right hand holding the bouquet of roses flush against his back in order to shield them from her sight. He originally planned to leave the flowers on her doorstep and walk away without leaving a note as he wasn’t ready to make such a bold move. He was happy to see her but it was just his luck that she finished her shopping early on today of all days.

“Well, this is a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to see you today after I missed the rally,” She began with a smile being none the wiser to Credence’s internal dilemma, but her expression soon turned into one of confusion, “How did you sneak away from your mother?” She questioned, genuinely interested. His mother kept a tight leash on her children, as always, but she was particularly insufferable on the days of her rallies.

Credence had almost let out a sigh of relief at the question as he thought Y/N had caught him out, although it didn’t completely quell his anxiety, “Ma got caught up with Mr. and Mrs. Evergreen, their son works for the local newspaper. She took them back home in hopes that she’ll have an article written about the Society.” He answered softly, his gaze eventually lowering until he was staring at the ground, “She didn’t want me around, only my sisters.”

“It’s a blessing in disguise, really.” Y/N offered cheekily, hoping to lift Credence’s spirits a little, and made her way up the stairs, “I haven’t seen you in so long, I was getting worried that…”

Her sentence trailed off and she felt panic begin to settle in when her eyes had caught sight of Credence’s left palm that was held idly at his side, it looked scratched and in some places the skin appeared to be broken and slightly bloody. Had his mother beaten him again? She thought, feeling her heart sink at the possibility.

“Credence…” She began softly, in an attempt to conceal her worry and approach the subject lightly so as not to make him uncomfortable. “Did something happen earlier today?”

Credence caught her gaze and quickly retracted his hand, although the action had disturbed the skin and caused him to hiss at the sharp pain. “N-No, nothing happened. Not like that.” He recovered meekly, a slight wince noticeable on his features. “I…” He trailed off and began retreating into himself, his nerves beginning to get the better of him.

“I… uh, wanted to–“ He began but faltered, a barely noticeable tinge of red beginning to colour the pale skin of his face. Looking for a distraction, Credence glanced down at his hand to survey the damage; while in his haste of picking the flowers, he had managed to snag himself a few times on the thorns of the stems. He seemed to have forgotten the state that his hand was in, his mind being focused solely on Y/N and not ruining the gift he had for her. His hand hurt but the feeling was nothing in comparison to the pain he was usually accustomed to in his hands.

Y/N watched Credence closely, her eyebrows drawn together in concern. She now noticed his other hand that was held behind his back, was he hiding something from her? Was that hand in worse condition?

“It’s okay, Credence. Tell me what you were going to say.” Y/N coerced in a soft tone, “It’s alright; you have nothing to worry about. You’re safe with me.”

Credence nodded to her words but still found himself unable to speak, and in his moment of panic he pulled his right hand out from behind his back and held out a bunch of a dozen red roses. He looked down at his shoes, finding himself unable to make eye contact with her in fear of what her reaction might be.

Y/N stood in shock at the sight in front of her, staring at the flowers in his outstretched hand, this situation being the furthest thing from what she had been expecting. Y/N felt her heart flutter at the gesture; he must have remembered their conversation about flowers that they had months back and how she mentioned that she liked roses, no matter how cliché they may be. Don’t get her wrong, she was still worried about the condition of his hand, but she couldn’t help the large grin that made its way onto her face. Now she was the one who was at a loss for words.

“I just wanted to thank you for being so nice to me,” Credence mumbled quietly, sounding dejected and obviously taking her silence the wrong way. He brought his arm in to hold the flowers against his chest and moved to walk past her, but she quickly stopped him by reaching out and grabbing hold of his arm.

“Credence, wait.” Y/N piped up and dropped her bags onto the ground, internally cursing herself for being so ignorant and not accepting them from him sooner. She ducked her head in a playful attempt to catch his attention in hopes that he’d make eye contact with her. Although, when that didn’t work she then slowly brought her hand up to trace up his jawline before fully cupping the side of his face in her hand, the action had caused him to flinch slightly but he eventually allowed himself to close his eyes and relax into her gentle touch.

“Credence, I’m sorry for not accepting the roses sooner. They’re beautiful; you just surprised me, is all.” She murmured and brought her other hand up to caress the opposite side of his face, which he eagerly leaned into, before moving in and placing a soft kiss on his cheek in order to show her gratitude.

His brown eyes snapped open at the new contact to look at her in shock at what she had just done. The affectionate gesture was completely foreign to him and he felt his face grow warm in embarrassment. “No one has ever given me flowers before. Thank you, Credence, I love them.”

Credence found himself only capable of nodding at Y/N’s kind words which made her smile up at him, and it only grew wider when she noticed the blush on his cheeks. She then moved one of her hands from his face to tentatively grasp his injured hand and raise it up so she could better survey the damage. Credence looked down and watched her as she examined his wounded hand with watchful eyes, thoroughly enjoying the attention she was giving him as she fussed over his hand.

“How did you manage this?” Y/N questioned as she caressed his knuckles tenderly, already having a good idea once she inspected his hand.

“I… I was worried that I’d get caught picking the flowers, so I rushed an-and pricked myself on the thorns.” He mumbled feeling a little embarrassed at his confession.

“Well, we can’t leave it in a state like this. I’ll have to fix you up.” Y/N announced while supressing a smile, finding Credence’s embarrassment endearing. “So, with or without magic?” She asked playfully despite knowing full well what his answer would be.

“With.” Credence answered immediately, eyes snapping to make contact with her own. Y/N hadn’t expected him to answer her so quickly or as loudly as he did, for that matter, which caused her to flinch back in surprise.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rude.” Credence apologised, instantly regretting being so abrupt with her, but he was left completely baffled when a wide grin broke out on her face and then even more so at her laughter that followed.

“No Credence, it’s absolutely fine! You weren’t rude at all. You just… surprised me, is all.” She giggled and brought a hand up to cover her mouth, happy at his little ‘outburst’ and taking it as a positive sign that he was beginning to feel more comfortable with her.

“Now come on. Let’s get inside.” Y/N announced as she took the roses from him and walked over to the door, taking out her key and unlocking it before turning around to face at him. “Have you had lunch yet?”

Credence shook his head, which didn’t come as a surprise; it was no secret that his mother didn’t feed him properly. Y/N, on the other hand, loved cooking for Credence and would do so every day if she could. “Well, I’ll fix you up something once we get your hand back to normal.”

Y/N opened the door and motioned for Credence to go inside while she moved to pick up her bags that she had previously dropped onto the porch, but before she was able to Credence had intercepted her and was already holding them in his uninjured hand.

“Credence!” Y/N admonished jokingly with a huff, making it very obvious so as not to confuse him, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not getting you to carry my bags.”

“It’s the least I can do.” Credence replied earnestly and lowered his head out of bashfulness.

“Fine, I’ll let you this once. Now come on, get inside and make yourself comfortable while I put these in a vase and get my wand.” Y/N smiled, shaking her head in wonder at him before turning and walking inside.

Credence watched Y/N’s retreating figure from the doorway, the beginnings of a smile making its way onto his face. Today had gone a lot better than expected.

Annotations [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Reader finds a book full of notes on the subway, turns out the owner is no one other than our Lin-Manuel Miranda.

Word counter: 1,417

Warnings: None, some light cursing but not much.

A/N: Okay so, I have no idea where this idea came from, but I love the idea of Lin writing all over his books when inspiration comes along, so I went from there! I hope you like it <3

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You were usually not the on to pay attention to details. The routine you set for yourself was simple and easy: Wake up, take a shower, get dressed, grab a fruit and head out to your job as a secretary at a law office. You’d take the subway as your headphones blasted some random music and hop off once you reached the station near 44th street. Easy. 

Every day was almost the same, it was safe. As a girl born in a small town going to New York City was a big step on its own, you didn’t need more adventure than that.

But life apparently didn’t agree with you. 

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My parents and my high-school drama teacher got my drawing signed by the entire Hamilton cast

I cried


~What We Need Is Here~

What we need lives in the trees
The lake, the earth, a subtle breeze
Within the skies and emerald hills
What we need is here

What we need grows in the earth
Wild herbs, rich fruits and man’s self-worth
Within the soil, within his hands
What we need is here

What we need lives on the land
The wolves, the fox, orangutans
From birds to precious bumble bees
What we need is here

What we need is ours to take
Corrupt officials we must break
Take to the streets, reach out your hands
What we need is here

What we need shines in the stars
In old worn books and lands afar
Through time’s mistakes, we rise again
What we need is here

What we need is in our hearts
A voice, some hope, a better start
A greener earth, a peaceful land
What we need is here

~ © 2016 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.

For three hours we strolled about together, watching the ever-changing kaleidoscope of life as it ebbs and flows through Fleet Street and the Strand. His characteristic talk, with its keen observance of detail and subtle power of inference held me amused and enthralled. It was ten o'clock before we reached Baker Street again.
—  Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Resident Patient

So I was crossing the street with my friend when someone tugs gently at my bag and squeals, “OMG WHERE DID YOU GET THAT VIKTOR AND YURI PIN?!”, so I turn around to see a woman (about late 20s or earlly 30s) in corporate attire fangirling about the Yuri!!! on Ice pins in my bag while her companion is like, “Do you want to get hit by a car? Do you even know them?” but she’s unfazed and still fangirling. When we reach the side of the street, we chat a bit on how to get some fandom merch before parting ways. This is the story of how I see myself in the future, a woman in corporate attire fangirling about her yaoi ship. Fujoshi for life.


For @ly–canthrope…this will take place before the movie, enjoy!

You ducked behind some rubble as another explosion rippled across the area. Having shielded your ears, you just barely missed the sound of K2SO calling for you. You coughed before answering.

“Over here!” you shouted.

Soon enough, the imperial droid and Cassian were at your side. The captain seemed a bit worried, which was unusual. You ignored it for a moment as the three of you ducked due to another explosion.

“We have to get back to your ship,” you shouted.
He nodded. “I know! Follow me!”

Just like that, Cassian shot away from the rubble. K2SO was on his heels, you in tow. Your eyes scanned the canvas as you ran. Every now and then, you’d blast incoming threats. When the three of you reached a deserted street, you slowed down, though you were still hustling.

“Alright, we just need to head to the main line. Once we’re clear of that, it’ll be a-”

A quick flash of movement caught your eye. Seeing the bounty hunter raise their blaster toward Cassian, you leapt in front.


You managed to get a shot off just as the bounty hunter did. You were unable to see your success considering they had managed to shoot your shoulder. Before you passed out from the pain, you could faintly hear Cassian trying to get your attention.

“Did a stampede run over me?” you quietly groaned as you slowly regained consciousness.

You rapidly blinked as you tried adjusting to the blueish light directly above you. Shaking your head, you were able to correct your vision. You shoved your head further into your pillow when you realized Cassian was alarmingly close to you.

“Y/N,” he murmured, voice shaky.
“That’s me,” you replied, attempting to ease your captain.

Cassian moved back slightly as his hand smoothed over your forehead. It was then that you realized his eyes were wet and red. You knit your brows in confusion.

“Hey,” you cooed, “I’m alright. I’m alive.”
He smiled and nodded. “You are.” He laughed in spite of himself. “And you’re incredibly stupid.”
You chuckled. “Oh yeah? Well ‘incredibly stupid’ saved your life.”

The two of you let out breathy laughs. You smiled at him as he grabbed the hand closest to him. He gave it a tender kiss. With your free hand, you ran your fingers through his matted hair. Apparently, he had been sweating a bit out of nerves.

“How long have I been out?” you asked quietly.
“A couple days,” he whispered, “They weren’t sure you were going to wake up at first,” he paused to catch his breath, “I just…I can’t lose you, Y/N. I can’t.”
You smiled softly at him. “You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”

After a few more silent moments, Cassian soon let go of your hand. He leaned back, giving a smile, but distancing himself. It wasn’t too hard to catch. Determined not to let him put up a wall, especially after having taken so long to take down the first one, you reached out and snagged his wrist. He looked down at you with furrowed brows.

“I’m probably going to need some help with physical therapy,” you told him, “Think you could help with that?”

Cassian wiped a hand over his mouth as he thought. A few tense moments later, he nodded. He walked back over to you, your hold on his wrist remaining. He gave you a sincere smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can.”

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New York, 1922, the tempo of the city had changed sharply. Stocks reached record peaks, and Wall Street booms a steady golden roar. The buildings were higher, the parties were bigger, the morals were looser, and the ban on alcohol had backfired, making the liquor cheaper. Wall Street was luring the young and ambitious, and I was one of them.

Sherlock and John celebrate their anniversary at Angelo’s, with wine and pasta and a candle on the table.
They’re holding hands and kissing each other over the table.
They giggle while they’re feeding each other with their desserts.
They become a bit tipsy and leave the restaurant after an eternity, to take a short walk through the calm and sleeping city.
And when they finally reach Baker Street, they stumble through the door kissing each other breathlessly and Sherlock whispers, “do you remember? Here we stood and laughed together after we chased the taxi …”
“How could I forget this,” John whispers back. And then he asks, “Bedroom?”
And Sherlock answers, “Yes” with a trembling voice.
John leads him up the stairs and it’s a perfect day with an even more perfect night.

No Son of Theirs

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders)

Word count: 1224

Characters: Sirius x reader, James and sister!reader

Warnings: asshole parents

Summary: After his parents disown him, Sirius turns to James and the reader (his sister). Part 2 Part 3  3.5 (drabble)   Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

As Sirius walked away from Grimmauld Drive, the rain was insistent. It sank through every layer he had on. He’d left in such a hurry that he hadn’t picked up his coat from behind the door. Before he’d even reached the end of the street, he was shivering.

He’d been planning this for a while, he told himself. His parents were cold, cruel racists, and god help Regulus, still stuck with them. He wanted to leave them. That was why he had been packing.

But he hadn’t meant for them to find out.

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Fight w/ Dan (Part 2)

Part one: x

Fight w/ Phil: x


•You sighed as you reached the corner of the street. The busy cars passing by, going about with their day.

 •The warm tears stream down your face as you crossed the street to the park, sitting down on a bench.

 •Automatically, your hands wipe the tears off your face. You’ve had arguments with Dan before, but they didn’t reach such a low point. Just like this one did. 

•Guilt filled you for accidentally breaking his laptop. You stared at the concrete blankly.

 •"Why should I feel guilty? He believes a damn computer is worth more than our bloody relationship!“ You said, talking to yourself. More tears, less guilt, and more anger. 

 •"He sounds like a dick.” With your blurry vision, you look up at the tall figure. You already knew it was Dan with his Winnie the Pooh voice.

 •"A complete dick.“ Dan sat down next to you, taking you between his arms. "I’m sorry for overreacting.”

 •You lightly pushed his arms off of you, “But why overreact like that? Those words hurt terribly…” You looked at Dan straight in the eyes, his eyes were now filling up with tears. 

 •"I’m sorry for making you suffer and having to deal with me. I don’t deserve you.“ His voice cracked, your eyes trail to your hands.

 •"It’s funny how you say that, yet I feel like the happiest person in the world for being with you.” You smile through your tears.

 •"I know there’s no perfect relationship, but ours is damn well close to it,“ you continue, "well, it was damn well close to it." 

 •Dan’s eyes fill with confusion, trying to find yours. "W…what do you mean?” You sighed at his question, “We need to take a break, it seems to be the best option right now.”

 •He takes your fragile hands, and he knows he can’t make you change your mind. “If that’s what you want, I respect your choices. Just know that I’ll be there for you.”


 I’m not crying, you’re crying.


The Maze Roomer

It had started out as a beautiful day.

After the long flight, you had exited the plane to be met with beautiful Colorado snow. You were moving to Denver to go to college there. After exiting the airport, you were on your way to see your cousin, Teresa. You were going to be living with her for a while until you found somewhere to live. Because her house was only a few blocks away, you decided to walk.

The snow began to fall harder. You laughed, sticking your tongue out to catch some.

When you reached Teresa’s street, you pulled your phone out to text her and let her know you were almost there. Everything was going fine when - BLAM! Something cold, dense, and wet stuck you directly in the face!

You blinked, wiping the snow and water from your face before looking up, coming face to face with a very sheepish looking brunette.

“Sorry!” He called out to you. You could see a blond and an Asian snickering behind him. The brunette pointed at someone behind you. “I was trying to hit the guy!”

You turned around to see a tall, muscular figure with insane eyebrows doubled over in laughter at the brunette.

“Nice one Tommy,” an accented voice called from the same direction as the brunette who threw the snowball in the first place. “Great first impression,”

“See, this is why no one will go out with you,” the Asian continued the mockery, laughing all the way.

You rolled your eyes at the boys and continued walking, finally reaching Teresa’s house. You knocked on the door, waiting for her to open it. As you waited, you looked back. You could still see the guys, who had resumed their snowball fight, but shouted out another remark about the brunette’s aim here and there.

You turned back to the door, just as it swung open, revealing your cousin.

“(Y/N)!” she squealed, reaching out and hugging you. You laughed, hugging her back.

“Hey, Tres!”

She ushered you into the house, closing the door behind you.

You sat on the couch while she went into the kitchen to make you a hot drink. She entered the room, carrying a steaming cup and handed it to you. You took a sip gratefully.

“So how was the flight?”

“It was good,” you answered, placing the cup in your lap. “Pretty boring, but good.”

“Nice!” She laughed. “I’m so excited you’re staying here, (Y/n). You’re going to love Denver, and you’re going to love my friends!”

“Yeah, I’m really excited to meet them!”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“That must be them!” Teresa sing-songed. She ran out of the room towards the front door. You heard some male voices, some laughs exchanged, and then the sound of footsteps approaching the room. As Teresa’s friends walked in your eyes widened, as did theirs. It was the snowballers!

I’m sorry that it’s so rushed, I just really wanted to get the set up over with. I promise it will be better in future installments.

First Times (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: Requested by anon: “hey! i really, really like your writing. you have a gift! you probably have loads of requests right now, but when you find the time, could you whip up an imagine about how the reader and ethan meet like the one you wrote with gray?”
Word Count: 1,819
Warnings: None.
A/N: Okay so I lost monopoly and decided to unwind by writing this little thing. Hope you enjoy this xx Read Grayson’s version here!

The first time you saw Ethan was at a small house party. Your best friend had the house to herself and she’d asked - more like begged - you to come, insisting that it was just a small get together and that there wouldn’t be a lot of people. The house was packed though, music booming inside, reaching the end of the street and you had rolled your eyes. Obviously a small get together for her was a huge party for you.

But you had walked in, pushing through the sweaty throng of people and made your way to the kitchen where it seemed to be less people. You had looked around for your friend and it didn’t take long for you to find her, standing next to two guys that you couldn’t recognize since they had their backs to you. Her eyes flickered over to you coming up behind them and they lit up like a Christmas tree.

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Bubble Tea {Oh Sehun}

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Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 479

Description: The new bubble tea shop is cute, but not half as cute as the waiter that serves you.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the images/gifs used.

Autumn radiates the oranges and yellows of the seasons, the trees are turning golden, and fallen leaves are crunching under the heels of your shoes. It’s not a cold day, but it’s chilly enough for you to be wearing your hat and scarf.

It’s one of those days where there’s nothing to do at all, a rarity in your busy life. Most would take advantage of the lack of responsibility and curl up inside of the warmth of the house. But not you, you were too bored to do that, so instead, you decided to adventure around the area in which you live and see where the road takes you.

You reached a busy street with shops, so you walk down it, wondering what was on offer. You walked, then stopped in front of a sweet looking bubble tea cafe.

It was decorated with cute decorations and light colours. It was alluring, enough so that you decided to go inside. You pushed the door open, and a small bell chimed happily above you as you stepped in. It was as pretty on the inside as it was on the outside.

You walked up to the counter and waited for someone to serve you while you wondered what to have.

“Hi, can I help you?”

You look across to see a young man now stood behind the counter. He was tall, hair blonde and styled perfectly. His eyes were brown and beautiful, seemingly happy, as if he was passionate about what he was doing.

You felt your heart rate increase at the instant thoughts, he was beautiful, really, that was the only way to describe his alluring presence.

“What would you recommend?” You asked him, somewhat shyly, a blush dusting your cheeks.

“The strawberry, it’s sweet. Not as sweet as you, of course.”

You nodded, embarrassment of his charming words casting you with fluster.

“I-I’ll take that then, please.”

The young man then smiles, a knowing look in his eye as if he can see the affect he has on you just by simply looking. He then steps back to prepare the drink you had ordered. His hands move expertly around the equipment, and what feels like seconds later, he slides the cup towards you on the counter with a receipt.

“I get off at 7” He grins, making you confused, that was until you looked down at the receipt to see a number scribbled down in uneven handwriting under the words that revealed his name, Oh Sehun.

It was like a coffee shop romance with a twist. One of those cliches you only hear about in fictional novels.

And you didn’t know it yet, but it was the start of something beautiful.

Holmes and Watson in their free time

They’re not out solving cases all the time. Sometimes they’re up to other things. Here’s a small list of some times spent together we only catch a glimpse of:

Three hours spent walking and talking together, Watson “amused and enthralled” listening to Holmes in The Resident Patient:

For three hours we strolled about together, watching the ever-changing kaleidoscope of life as it ebbs and flows through Fleet Street and the Strand. His characteristic talk, with its keen observance of detail and subtle power of inference held me amused and enthralled. It was ten o’clock before we reached Baker Street again. 

An hour or more having “a pleasant little meal together”, Holmes talking about “nothing but violins” and Paganini the entire time in The Cardboard Box:

We had a pleasant little meal together, during which Holmes would talk about nothing but violins, narrating with great exultation how he had purchased his own Stradivarius, which was worth at least five hundred guineas, at a Jew broker’s in Tottenham Court Road for fifty-five shillings. This led him to Paganini, and we sat for an hour over a bottle of claret while he told me anecdote after anecdote of that extraordinary man. The afternoon was far advanced and the hot glare had softened into a mellow glow before we found ourselves at the police-station.

Two hours on a spring morning in Cornwall, walking along the cliffs together with Holmes talking about artifacts of neolithic man in The Devil’s Foot:

“It won’t do, Watson!” said he with a laugh. “Let us walk along the cliffs together and search for flint arrows. We are more likely to find them than clues to this problem. To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces. The sea air, sunshine, and patience, Watson—all else will come. […] Meanwhile, we shall put the case aside until more accurate data are available, and devote the rest of our morning to the pursuit of neolithic man.” I may have commented upon my friend’s power of mental detachment, but never have I wondered at it more than upon that spring morning in Cornwall when for two hours he discoursed upon celts, arrowheads, and shards, as lightly as if no sinister mystery were waiting for his solution.


get to know me meme: [4/5] favourite relationships ⇛ sung shi-won + yoon yoon-jae

“Bumping into someone on the street, reaching for the same book at the library, or running under someone’s umbrella. I thought that falling in love would be special. I couldn’t imagine that I’d fall because of something like this. Spring of 1996, my first love began suddenly.”