sorry if somebody else posted this and i had not seen it

december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.

december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.

january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing. 

january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.

february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.

february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.

march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.

march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.

march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”

april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.

may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.

may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”

june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”

june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.

june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.

july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.

july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.

august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.

september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.

september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.

september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.

october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.

november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said.  you didn’t. 

november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.

december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.

december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.

december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.

january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.

—  a year in review -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
Meanwhile, Molly

(Or: More Things That People Think Make Sherlock Canonically Straight But They Really Really Don’t)

Allow me to address one more incredibly beautiful part of Sherlock (and then I’ll stop overusing the word “beautiful”, sorry, I just loved series four): Let’s talk about what is the point of Molly Hooper.

I’ve always sympathised with Molly, but I admit that from a literary point of view, I didn’t quite get her. If she was a love interest for Sherlock, why would the story not revolve more around her? But if she wasn’t a love interest, where was her character going? Why was she there in the first place? It didn’t feel Moffat-y sound. (And yes, I just made that expression up.) 

But looking back on all four series, the intention of Molly’s character actually becomes pretty clear. In a nutshell: At any given moment of the show, Molly is an indicator of John Watson’s feelings towards Sherlock. (No really, let me show you.) 

Originally posted by acrossthestarx

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Writing Request: Seung-Gil Lee has kept his eyes on Phichit Chulanont for years now. They're both about to hit 25 and at the GPF when he hears Leo de la Iglesia talk about how he's going to surprise his crush at the Four Continents Championship with a confession after his skate. Seung-Gil Lee immediately goes in to Defcon 1 mode and has precisely 10 weeks to both nail his programs and come up with a plan. ((Except he doesn't realize Leo meant GuangHong Ji.))

ELLA ILY IM SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE A MONTH <3 (takes place after Seung Gil hears Leo telling Otabek he’s gonna confess to his crush)


Seung Gil Lee is determined and his face is set into stone as he walks down the corridor with his hands shoved into his pockets. He recalls how at the Grand Prix Leo de la Iglesia was talking to Otabek Altin about how he was going to confess to his crush at Four Continents, which they would all be competing in. And then Phichit Chulanont had ran up to him, smiling as bright as the god damn sun, and Leo had turned red. 

Seung Gil was seeing red after that and had promptly turned around to head back onto the ice. He needed to practice if he was going to beat Leo, and if he was going to work up the nerve to confess to Phichit first.

Seung Gil had never seen himself as petty but hearing that Leo was going to confess to Phichit, who Seung Gil realized he had feelings for in that very moment, made his blood boil. 

Phichit was one of the friendliest skaters that Seung Gil knew, unfortunately. He always found his forwardness to be annoying and the way he had to talk to everybody repulsive. It reminded him a lot of Sara Crispino, the woman from Italy that he absolutely detested simply for the fact that she could not take no for an answer. He also didn’t like women much, but that was beside the fact. Phichit was always forcing Seung Gil out with them, Leo and Guang Hong Ji from China, whenever they were in the same competitions. Seung Gil was a wallflower by nature but Phichit made him interact.

He didn’t like that very much.

Until he realized that Phichit had had the same affect over somebody else. Then it was a problem.

Over the next ten weeks Seung Gil thought of nothing but his free and short programs, and Phichit. He thought of the way Phichit’s dark eyes shined with mirth no matter what he was talking about and the way he laughed with his entire body. He enjoyed how Phichit was so animated when he spoke even if he was in his face while he did so. Seung Gil loved the little hair on top of Phichit’s head that rose higher than the others. He couldn’t help but think of the way his skin compared to Phichit’s dark complexion as well.

It made him shiver and then he took off into a quadruple toe loop, landing it perfectly.

Up until five years ago, Seung Gil had been the only one to land the quadruple toe loop. And then Phichit (and JJ but Seung Gil did not compare about that egotistical asshole in the slightest) had gone and taken that title from him by using it in his free skate at his first Grand Prix. Seung Gil remembers the way he had felt a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and anger.

Excitement, because now he had real competition.

Anxiety, because his coach was going to yell at him and work him to death the next day (although he did this of his own fruition).

And anger, because he was no longer the only person who could land a quadruple toe loop; he was one of three.

Seung Gil huffs and shoves his headphones into his ears once more. He has to focus. But he can’t because Leo is passing by him, talking animatedly to Otabek Altin, who Seung Gil thought for sure had retired after the GPF but he guesses the gold there wasn’t enough. Seung Gil has no doubts that Leo is discussing how he’s going to confess to Leo and that just makes the Korean walk a little faster and with more force in his steps.

“Seung Gil~!” A voice sings behind him and he turns up his music louder to drown out the noise.

A strong arm loops around his neck and he glares into JJ’s face. “Aw, don’t be like that!”

“Off.” Seung Gil commands and when JJ doesn’t let go of him he shoves him off, proceeding to quicken his pace even more.

“Nobody likes a negative Nelly, Seung Gil! I just wanted to see how you….” JJ’s voice filters out as Seung Gil turns the corner. He needs to be alone so he can not psych himself out.

Seung Gil isn’t a planner. He doesn’t usually do things quite like this ahead of time. And by this, he means that he doesn’t confess to people. He stayed up late losing sleep in order to figure out how to be more charming than Leo de la Iglesia. 

He is positive that there is no way to be more charming than Leo, especially in order to impress Phichit.

He doesn’t really know what Phichit likes aside from hamsters and his friends. His social media is no help, as he is a menace and has hundreds of posts of various things. Including selfies he’s taken with the American skater.

Seung Gil realizes that the tightness in his chest is jealousy because maybe, just maybe, he too wants to take a selfie with Phichit. Phichit had never approached him about it, knowing how Asians could be with social media and spreading themselves. Phichit knew, at least, that Seung Gil is more reserved than the other skaters, much like Otabek Altin, who rarely uses social media. Seung Gil mostly uses his to post pictures of his dog.

Seung Gil decided over the course of 10 weeks that he is going to wing it. He is going to wing confessing to Phichit this… attraction, maybe obsession, that he has for him. When you spend all hours of the day thinking about somebody and skating for them, it’s more of an obsession.

Seung Gil spends about half a hour in this silent corridor before they are corralled onto the ice for practice. His practice time is the same time as Phichit’s (and Leo’s) and he tries to avoid him.

“Good luck today, Seung Gil!” Phichit calls as he skates back. Seung Gil just ducks his head to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks. Phichit’s voice is light and filters around Seung Gil’s heart, tugging him in all the wrong directions. He almost crashes into Leo when thinking about Phichit.

“I’m so sorry!” Leo cries as he just barely misses him.

Seung Gil just scowls and skates off with renowned fervor. It feels like forever before it is time for them to skate. He doesn’t know whether or not Leo plans on confessing today after the short program or tomorrow after the free skate. Seung Gil feels as if he should do it today, but he is unsure.

Otabek skates first, then JJ, then Phichit. He is captivating on the ice, all the energy he has going into performing for every single person in the stands. Seung Gil feels as if he’s performing just for him as he stands off to the side slack jawed and in awe.

“Brilliant, right?” Leo asks beside him. Seung Gil hadn’t even heard him approach. 

Seung Gil doesn’t respond, just bends down to tie his skates. He doesn’t look at Leo again.

Leo and Phichit high five as they switch spots on the ice. Seung Gil can’t stand to watch and fiddles with his skates a bit more. It’s him next  and then it’s Guang Hong’s turn to skate. By the end of it, JJ is in first, Phichit in second, Otabek in third, Seung Gil in fourth, Leo in fifth and Guang Hong in sixth. 

Seung Gil is not happy with his placement. How is he supposed to impress Phichit if he can’t even get a higher score than him. His coach is going to comfort him but he just storms away, biting his tongue to stop himself from crying. He can’t deal with this right now.

“You were amazing.” Leo’s voice filters from one of the dead end hallways. It makes Seung Gil stop and his heart begin to pound. Leo had beaten him; he was going to confess first. 

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Leo goes on. “Please don’t interrupt I… I’ve been waiting a long time to say this.”

Seung Gil leans against the wall in defeat. There was no way he could beat Leo. He wasn’t charming enough nor was he fast enough.

“Aren’t they cute?” A voice whispers in Seung Gil’s ear. Seung Gil freezes. That voice… It wasn’t JJ’s this time, but.

Seung Gil looks over his shoulder into the grinning face of Phichit.

“I didn’t think you were the eavesdropping type, Seung Gil.” Phichit hums and then he looks around him into the hallway. Seung Gil looks too. And what he sees is definitely not Phichit and Leo. It’s Leo, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing nervously in front of Guang Hong Ji, who is cupping his mouth in surprise.

“It was only a matter of time.” Phichit clicks his tongue and shakes his head, beginning to walk away. “Young love!”

Phichit whistles and gives Seung Gil a wink before leaving him there. Seung Gil takes one last look at Leo and Guang Hong before rushing after him, grabbing onto the Thai skater’s wrist.

“Seung Gil?” 

“So… Leo, he….” Seung Gil casts his eyes to the other end of the hall. “It’s not you.”

Phichit blinks. “What?”

“He’s not… do you have any… interest in Leo?” Seung Gil grits out.

Phichit blinks again and then he giggles. “Hm? What’s this? You’re quite blunt, aren’t you?” Phichit runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. “I don’t.”

“But… he was supposed to…. I don’t understand.”

“I’m a little lost too here.”

“He didn’t confess to you?” Seung Gil finally asks.

“Um.” Phichit grins again. “As far as I know, he has never confessed to me. Only Guang Hong. Why? Jealous that he’s not confessing to you?”

“No!” Seung Gil glares and then he lets up when he sees the surprise on Phichit’s face. “I just…”

This is not how he wanted this to go. His mind is spinning and he doesn’t have any coherent thoughts in his mind. But he knows what he has to do now and it can’t wait until after the free skate. 

So, he steals a little trick from Leo’s book.

“I… liked your short program.” Seung Gil confesses, switching gears.

“Thank you!” Phichit smiles, unsuspecting. “Yours was really great too. There’s a story there. I can tell you worked hard.”

“I… did it for you.” Seung Gil mumbles. He looks down at his sneakers.

Phichit is silent for a moment and Seung Gil realizes he is still holding onto Phichit’s wrist. He lets go. 

“For me?”

“I wanted to impress you because… because….” Seung Gil furrows his thick eyebrows, trying to form the right thoughts. “I…”

Phichit covers his mouth and laughs again. “Are you trying to ask me out or something?”

Seung Gil turns his head and scowls. Phichit is making fun of him now, perfect.

He feels hot breath on his cheeks and his skin ignites as Phichit whispers in his ear. “Meet me at the Italian restaurant down the street from the hotel at seven tonight. You should get yourself together by then.” Then he kisses his cheek, just a peck, and is walking down the hall with a little spring in his step.

Seung Gil is left feeling confused and satisfied, because he thinks he has a date with the one he’s longed for for ten weeks and even before.

Hey there! I’m happy to tell you that THERE ARE COUNTLESS SAIAKA/SAIEDE MOMENTS IN THE GAME!!// Although I think it’s usually saihara>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<akamatsu in the main game(and we all know the reason why right: Hint: what happens in chapter 1) 

in the omake mode kaede invites shuuichi to her piano concert and she gives him a ticket, he says he would love to see kaede play the piano and she says wait you’re coming to see me, not just to listen to the piano? and blushes and he says yes? Is that strange? I would also like to listen to you play too.. he also asks what’d be right to wear are school uniforms okay and shes says yes anyway she ends with saying there are lots of songs I want to play to you saihara-kun they’re just really cute and pure aren’t they dating??? I think they are?? isn’t that something like a date??

Also she keeps telling him she’d like to show him to her family?? in the bonus modes in the game I found that adorable.. they’re really happy when they’re talking together there Ahh there’s also the love hotel bit and their one is super pure.. that one is about the only (romantic) one where saihara is actively engaging, he leads in the end.. in the other ones he’s relatively just going along with the flow

In the main game there’s chapter 1 for sure. They stick around together and there are so many cute moments where kaede makes the guy blush. He kind of reacts and blushes around her every single time whenever there’s a chance to;; Chapter 1 throws in a whole ton of cute situations between them. For example, there are many saiaka fanarts being drawn about this one part in ch.1 where they’re investigating the school together, and kaede finds an adult video in the shelves by mistake.. she freaks out and saihara comes right to her and asks if she’s found something important, and she freaks out even more: This moment right here. Um.. I’ll add really broad translations for it from memory (pardon me if it’s not 100% accurate!) 

..what kind of film is that?

..what’s wrong? Did you find something?

I, I said, this is really nothing to be concerned of!

The reactions that you’re showing…

But mustn’t that mean you’ve seen something important from it !?

S, Stop, wait! D, don’t come any closer-!

(after finding what the video’s contents were)

Really.. I told you so.

…le, let’s search somewhere else, shall we.

There is a reason why saiaka is my favorite ship. I usually go along with the ships that make sense in terms of the story and are implied and I say saihara definitely likes kaede a whole LOT (romantic or not, but it does suggest he has strong feelings for her and I dare say it’s really likely he’s had a crush on her)

The reason why he took off his cap after the first chapter is because what kaede said to him too. Take a look at this scene:

“and, it’s a waste to have your hat on? Saihara-kun… you look so much better with your hats off. (the word here is “kakkoii” so I guess it means she thinks he looks more cool? or handsome with the caps off??// that’s sweet)”

“W,what.. was that(phrase)…”

There are plenty, plenty more. I really suggest you either play the game or at least watch chapter 1??? There is no wonder that this ship has gotten really popular. There are cute moments, heartbreaking moments, really sweet stuff and also the pain. I still can’t get over it hhaha;; To be fair, maybe you could still call all this friendship, it could happen between friends too, but.. this next bit that I wanna show, I think that’s something that could imply the feelings saihara’s had that’s more than just friendship?

Considering how his personality is (a bit of an introvert and bit awkward around girls and a blushy mess sometimes) he’s being.. pretty direct about his feelings towards her here. I brought some screenshots of this one specific moment where he doesn’t deny it when somebody asks him if he liked akamatsu.

That one, I’ll place beneath the cut, because it might-no, would-have spoilers.

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❛ atlantis: the lost empire ❜ sentence starters
  • “It’s just a myth, isn’t it? Pure fantasy?”
  • “Well, this is it. I’m finally getting out of the dungeon.”
  • “They can’t do this to me!”
  • “Besides, we need you here. We depend on you.”
  • “You have a lot of potential, [ NAME ]. Don’t throw it all away chasing fairytales.”
  • “Maybe the cold water will clear your head!”
  • “Who – who are you? How did you get in here?”
  • “I came down the chimney. Ho, ho, ho.”
  • “Relax. He doesn’t bite… often.”
  • “They said if anything were to happen to them, I should give it to you when you were ready. Whatever that means.”
  • “I’ll show them, I will make them believe!”
  • “You hear that, [ NAME ]? I’m going to the afterlife with a clear conscience by thunder!”
  • “If I could bring back just one shred of proof, that’d be enough for me.”
  • “Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children.”
  • “You will not regret this! Boy, I am so excited, I – I can’t even hold it in!”
  • “Carrots… Why is it always carrots, I didn’t even eat carrots…”
  • “Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you!”
  • “Hey, junior, if you’re looking for the pony rides, they’re back there.”
  • “Gunpowder, nitroglycerine, notepads, fuses, wicks, glue… and paper clips, big ones. You know, just office supplies.”
  • “Yes, this should be enriching for all of us.”
  • “Back, foul creature! Back to the pit from whence you came!”
  • “So I said to him, what’s wrong with my meatloaf, and he says to me – ”
  • “Geez, I used to take lunch money from guys like this.”
  • “Hard to believe he’s still single.”
  • “You wanna do my job? Be my guest.”
  • “Melt the butter and bring out the bibs, I want this monster served up on a silver platter!”
  • “We’re all gonna die.”
  • “Don’t move, don’t breathe, don’t do anything… except pray, maybe.”
  • “Yeah, yeah, thank you very much, shut up.”
  • “Two for flinching.”
  • “You’re so skinny if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you’d look like a zipper.”
  • “I sleep in the nude.”
  • “Somebody’s gonna have to suck out the poison… Don’t everybody jump up at once.”
  • “They can smell fear just by looking at you, so keep quiet.”
  • “About time someone hit him, I’m just sorry it wasn’t me.”
  • “There were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything.”
  • “You presume much to think you are welcome here.”
  • “Our weapons allow us to remove obstacles we may encounter.”
  • “Some obstacles may not be removed by a mere show of force.”
  • “A thousand years ago you would have slain them on sight.”
  • “We were once a great people, now we live in ruins!”
  • “What they have to teach us, we have already learned.”
  • “I have some questions for you, and I’m not leaving the city until they’re answered!”
  • “You are a scholar, are you not? Judging by your diminished physique and large forehead, you are suited for nothing else!”
  • “All I can remember is the sky going dark and people shouting and running…”
  • “Don’t forget to eat the head! That’s where all the nutrients are.”
  • “We are like a stone the ocean beats against. With each passing year, a little more of us is worn away.”
  • “Oh yeah, I swim pretty girl – Pretty good, pretty good! I swim pretty good…”
  • “Why don’t you lead the way, because… I have no idea where we’re going.”
  • “Hey guys, what’s going on…? What’s with all the guns…?”
  • “I mean, I would’ve told you sooner, but it was on a strictly need-to-know basis and, well… Now you know.”
  • “What’s to know? It’s big, it’s shiny, it’s gonna make us all rich.”
  • “For once, do the smart thing.”
  • “You will destroy yourselves!”
  • “I’d suggest you put a bandage on that bleeding heart of yours, it doesn’t suit a mercenary.”
  • “Well I know, why don’t you translate, and I’ll wave the gun around!”
  • “All will be well, [ NAME ]. Be not afraid.”
  • “Hold your horses, loverboy.”
  • “But that’s what it’s all about, right? Money.”
  • “It’s called natural selection! We’re just helping it along.”
  • “That was an order, not a suggestion!”
  • “This is wrong and you know it!”
  • “You pick now of all times to grow a conscience?”
  • “Nobody got hurt! Well… maybe somebody got hurt, but… Nobody we knew!”
  • “Internal bleeding. There’s nothing more I can do.”
  • “What a nightmare. And I brought it here.”
  • “My burden would have become theirs when the time was right. But now it falls to you.”
  • “I followed you in, and I’ll follow you out. It’s your decision.”
  • “Oh, my decision? Well I think we’ve seen how effective my decisions have been.”
  • “Of course, in my experience, if you hit bottom… the only place left to go is up.”
  • “I didn’t say it was the smart thing… But it is the right thing.”
  • “C’mon, we better make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.”
  • “We’re gonna come in low and fast and take them by surprise.”
  • “I’ve got news for you, [ NAME ] is never surprised and they’ve got a lot of guns!”
  • “Great, well do you have any suggestions?”
  • “Yeah! Don’t get shot!”
  • “Holy smokes! You told me he only had guns!”
  • “What I said was they’re never surprised!”
  • “Okay, now things are getting good.”
  • “Alright, this is it. Any last words? … Yeah, I really wish I had a better idea than this!”
  • “That’s it, unless someone wants to jump.”
  • “Well I have to hand it to you, you’re a bigger pain in the neck than I would’ve ever thought possible.”
  • “Nothing personal.”
  • “Tired? That’s a darned shame! I’m just getting warmed up!”
  • “Ah, I don’t think the world needs another hero.”
  • “Nervous breakdown. You could say he went all to pieces.”
  • “I’m gonna miss that kid. At least they’re in a better place now…”
  • “I hope this piece of proof is enough for you. It sure convinced me.”

damhunterofartemis  asked:

Hey can you pleasedo one where Spencer and the reader are secretly dating, and the team doesn't even know he has a girlfriend (she doesn't work at the BAU) until somebody sees them kissing?

FANFICTION

Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so it’s without a doubt, not the best:/ I’d love critical feedback and thoughts on how I can improve the next time around. Also, I think and feel as if Ive read something very similar to this but am not sure, so if it is exactly like another fic, I apologize and did not write this with the intentions of copying someone else.
(Also I apologize in advance for the crappy ending)
Thanks xx

•AFTER POSTING THIS I REALIZED THEY WERE GOING TO VIRGINIA ON THEIR JET WHILE THEY WERE ALREADY IN VIRGINIA OOPS, MY APOLOGIES•

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SPENCER X READER

Of course the team had noticed Spencer’s abnormal behavior, but no one dared to ask him about who or what was causing it. He was arriving to work later than he normally did, which of course was no big deal to anyone, but was very unlike the agent. He had been texting more often and smiling down at his phone during briefings and while working on cases, and instead of being one of the last people to leave the office after organizing files and filling out paperwork, he would rush out and leave almost immediately. Of course, everyone had their suspicions, but seeing as he was happier, the team didn’t bother asking.
What they did not know was that the doctor had been dating you for a little over 3 months. While you made him the most delighted he had been, he had just not found the right time to tell his colleagues.
Spencer hoped and guessed that they would support him and his relationship, but couldn’t help fearing that they wouldn’t. Quite frankly, he was afraid that they would make fun of him seeing as you were the most beautiful girl he had laid eyes on and expectedly would never fall for a guy like him.

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“Wheels up in 30” said Emily routinely as everyone simultaneously stood up and began to shuffle out of the room.
“Leesburg, Virginia, couldn’t get any more interesting than that, could it?” mumbled Luke to no one in particular.
“You know, in 1699 the Conoy Tribe inhabited Leesburg before the Europeans began to enter the land even though it is most commonly believed that …. shoot.” replied Reid.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have my travel bag, I must have left it back at my apartment.”
“Ooh, sorry bud but we don’t have time. You might just have to go without it.”
“Yea…” said Spence as he began to pull out his phone. Luckily, you had crashed at his place last night after falling asleep together while watching movies and eating takeout. He hoped that you were still at his place and hadn’t left, but knowing you, expected that you were probably still asleep. Spencer was right and you were awakened as your phone rang, flashing the familiar number of your boyfriend.

“Good morning sweetie! Could you please please do me a huge favor?”
“Spencer it’s like 9 in the morning, what could you possibly need?”
“Well, you see we are leaving for Virginia in 30 minutes and it seems as if I’ve left my travel bag at home and I..”
“Yes Spencer, I’ll bring it to you.” you said while laughing at the fact that someone as smart as Spencer could sometimes be so forgetful.
“Agh perfect, I love you, but hurry!”
“Love you too and see you soon.”

“Wait, who was that?” retorted Luke, noticing that Spencer had not only called the person on the other line sweetie, but said he loved them.
“mmm no one.” said an alarmed Reid quickly walking away, realizing what he had just done.

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Nearly 20 minutes later, you pulled up to the parking lot of the building in which Spencer worked. You saw Spencer rush out of the front doors as you stepped out of your car, travel bag in hand.
“Ahhh, thank you so much darling. What would I do without you?” asked Reid as he embraced you in a tight hug. You laughed as he leaned in and lightly kissed you. This was not an uncommon gesture between the two of you, so when you heard cheers coming from the front doors, you were quite surprised, pulling away from Spence.
“I TOLD YOU SO!! YOU OWE ME, HAHA” hollered a blonde female dressed in bright colors and bold patterns to a smaller blonde girl standing next to her.
“Hey who are those people?” you giggled.
“Come on, I want to introduce you to some people” uttered a clearly anxious Spencer taking your hand in his and leading you to the now somewhat calm group of people.

“Everyone there is someone I want you to meet. This is my girlfriend y/n and she makes me the happiest I ever have been. She’s also the reason I’ve been acting… different lately.”

“Oh I knew it! I knew something was up with you pretty boy. I’m Penelope Garcia, it’s such a pleasure to meet you y/n! Might I say, you two make the cutest couple, and you are absolutely gorgeous!” squealed the woman that you had just seen hollering. As you shook her hand, she pulled you into a tight hug. Surrounded by his team, all smiling at you and Garcia hugging, it was then Spencer realized that he had no reason to worry.

279 prompts cause I'm waiting and waiting and waiting

1. Someday I’m going to get this right.
2. Maybe I don’t need to understand
3. I’m holding on tightly
4. You’re a mystery.
5. Wait until the lights are low.
6. I did it thanklessly.
7. I got a strange feeling about this.
8. You’re running away?
9. Don’t stop if you’re enjoying yourself.
10. I think about it every day and every night.
11. I can’t say ‘no’.
12. Well I didn’t think you’d take it this far.
13. You won’t be the same.
14. Come closer, I have to tell you something.
15. I hated the nights in the van when we drove through the night.
16. That’s a hundred miles an hour.
17. Even though it’s not always good.
18. You’re more than just a great face.
19. Let your hair down.
20. We can be ourselves now.
21. Go ahead, be foolish.
22. It’s your fault that I screen my phone calls.
23. I’m not home anyway.
24. Tell me when.
25. You’re talking to a lady.
26. You’re not exactly what I had in mind either.
27. How can you ignore it?
28. This conversation is pointless.
29. Trust me, you were heard.
30. I can hear crying through the door.
31. I never took anyone’s side.
32. I’ll keep my mouth shut.
33. She can’t keep you from stumbling.
34. I’m in misery.
35. Your chest is so cold right now.
36. I will cover you until we’re gone.
37. We are the same!
38. You could make it easy on me.
39. The wait is so long.
40. Thanks for the souvenir
41. Of course, he fucked everything up.
42. I did what you couldn’t
43. This is wrong?
44. I have some hope left.
45. Anything you ever did was strictly what you were told to.
46. I know what I need!
47. Tell on me
48. It’s now or never.
49. Leave a trace of yourself, come on.
50. Let me take the lead.
51. You think I’ll apologize for what I did.
52. I’ll admit that I fucked up.
53. There’s some grey here.
54. You better believe I’ll move on.
55. Tell it like it was, come on.
56. You know what to do if you’re lonely
57. I’m suffocating
58. It’s been a long time coming.
59. What are you trying to do to us?
60. What about Sunday? You swore you’d make it work.
61. I wish you would change your mind.
62. It would just take a minute.
63. I’ll be awake anyway.
64. He said you were nice.
65. Unless you’re going to be cool…
66. Find me tonight. I’ll still be in the city.
67. What made you think twice?
68. Secretly, you’re a good one, aren’t you?
69. You broke a couple glasses.
70. You called me about six different awful names.
71. You posted it.
72. I’ve been so worried about you lately.
73. You think you’re good enough, huh?
74. It’s good enough for now.
75. You don’t look like the person I trusted.
76. You can’t find love when you’re this smashed.
77. That’s not what you said yesterday!
78. I’ll feel better when we get to the club.
79. Nothing your hands on my body can’t fix.
80. I know you need a body to keep you warm.
81. We will have a good time
82. You’re acting pathetic.
83. You’re the only reason I came.
84. I thought you were going to help me.
85. I’m not giving you shit.
86. It’s 4 in the morning.
87. Of course, it hurts.
88. You got to give me more than that.
89. Why did I even wait up?
90. I don’t want to lose another fight.
91. Let it sink in.
92. How can you sleep?
93. It’s all over me.
94. I handed over the keys.
95. I can’t stop crying now.
96. If we’re going to do it, I want to do it right.
97. I don’t feel very safe.
98. Remember when you said you would change?
99. You don’t play fair.
100. That hair is not mine.
101. You and I didn’t exist ever.
102. What were you hoping for?
103. Why did you play games?
104. Don’t speak for me ever again.
105. I’m not something to be conquered.
106. You know just what to say.
107. Just couldn’t resist.
108. We have way too much in common.
109. I have a shopping problem.
110. Do you think about me when you get off?
111. This feels hopeless now.
112. I’ve got time for you. Always.
113. Were you crying?
114. You’re confusing me!
115. Don’t waste my time.
116. It’s too late for this tonight.
117. I’m sure you feel very right.
118. I didn’t feel bad when we lied.
119. I heard you scream in the bathroom.
120. Wait around and see for yourself.
121. How high are you?
122. I never put you down.
123. No one needs that!
124. Did you forget to turn your heart on this morning?
125. It feels really tight.
126. Why are you still talking?
127. I can’t escape you!
128. This is the best I can do.
129. If you see me walking down the street, just walk by, okay?
130. I still cry about it.
131. Do you ever think about what we did?
132. You still turn me on.
133. My heart feels heavy.
134. I’ve had too much time these days.
135. Don’t call me baby.
136. Can you not see murder when it’s in front of you?
137. Stop showing up at my favourite places.
138. You don’t just want to talk.
139. Walk away.
140. You know all the reasons why already.
141. You didn’t know me then.
142. What’s the excuse?
143. She lost control.
144. Are you lonely?
145. What’s with the naked guys?
146. Don’t get carried away.
147. Stop screaming. We are in public.
148. I heard through a bunch of people.
149. Oh wow, you’re not kidding.
150. Vanilla, right?
151. You are actually going to go home with them?
152. This is not me being jealous, okay?
153. Oh, I love paying for things I can’t afford.
154. I’m not sitting here and wishing for you.
155. What’s on your phone that is so interesting?
156. I’m imagining what you could possibly find interesting about them.
157. You’re not that much of a mess.
158. I’ve seen you here before.
159. Good luck replacing me.
160. I wish I was smarter.
161. I’m not interested in you like this.
162. Can you handle that?
163. We’re never alone
164. You’re leaving with somebody else
165. You said I could come along.
166. I did not see this coming.
167. You sound like crazy people.
168. Your car reeks of weed.
169. Do you hear yourself right now?
170. I’m tired of putting things on hold.
171. This is the strangest thing you’ve asked for.
172. I don’t want to know why.
173. I’d rather be sad with you.
174. Wake me up next time.
175. It feels like fire.
176. How much more of this can you take?
177. It’s hard being away from you and not knowing.
178. I can’t believe this is happening
179. Don’t rage about this.
180. I hate that I need you.
181. How are you going to make things better?
182. Are we being spied on?
183. You know I’m human, right?
184. Hate is a part of life.
185. Baby, answer the question
186. I know that you’re sorry
187. I need you to pay attention.
188. Now you’re freaking out.
189. I didn’t know about this garbage when I agreed.
190. Give me a chance to remember
191. I defended you
192. I’m in my own world.
193. Write the note already.
194. Load your car up then.
195. I won’t say it.
196. Tequila turns you into someone else.
197. So you lied and cheated?
198. It’s seven am, you can’t be angry yet.
199. You got one shot left.
200. I’ve been thinking about what I used to do to you
201. All I need is a little bit.
202. You are drinking too much
203. Keep it to yourself
204. You think this is what 'okay’ looks like?
205. If you only knew.
206. Just wondered if you were asleep.
207. I don’t care how you feel.
208. It’s less dangerous this way
209. Keep it real.
210. I wish I could read your mind.
211. I’m not looking for a fantasy.
212. I’m so into you.
213. This is heaven.
214. It’s chaos in here.
215. Am I dreaming?
216. You’re my only friend
217. I know why you’re crying, but care to explain anyway?
218. Everyone knows what you think.
219. You can’t miss what wasn’t yours.
220. It was all a lie. I lied and kept lying.
221. You said 'yes’.
222. Wait a minute, bring that back.
223. I’m not worried about a thing.
224. You got this.
225. You’re smarter than you think you are.
226. He is so drunk on power.
227. This belongs to you. I want you to have it.
228. What do you believe in then?
229. This is betrayal. This feels like a slap in the face.
230. He was right there.
231. This is my life, don’t you forget that.
232. I paid him to do that.
233. What good could you do?
234. How much will you lose?
235. Are you committed to this?
236. She won’t listen to you.
237. Use both hands.
238. I didn’t get close on purpose.
239. You’re the worst nice girl I’ve known.
240. I’m not the nervous kind.
241. Shame on me for getting so close.
242. Fuck you and your family dinner.
243. I wish we never kissed.
244. Is it okay that we are so close?
245. You’ve been nothing but trouble since you arrived.
246. Good luck finding someone to be with you now.
247. Doesn’t matter what you tell them, I’m not coming.
248. I would have figured you out.
249. If it was my choice, we would still be together
250. Where have you been?
251. You want to be forgiven?
252. I’m scared I’ll die alone
253. I didn’t want to walk out.
254. Where were you then?
255. When I saw you, I freaked out.
256. Don’t run away from me.
257. I’d go anywhere you wanted to go.
258. I saw you from the corner of my eye.
259. You’re making my heart feel tight.
260. You don’t have to dress up.
261. I’m letting go tonight.
262. That better not end up on the Internet.
263. I’m trying to be patient.
264. This wasn’t what I dreamed for myself.
265. I don’t want to hear the great story you worked out
266. Call in sick.
267. I can wait til you get back.
268. This is about to go from bad to disastrous
269. I didn’t think I’d actually wind up liking you.
270. You knocked him out.
271. You’re not the boss of me.
272. You think you’re so slick, don’t you?
273. She is going to destroy you.
274. Can you walk and talk at the same time?
275. I’ll call you a cab. An uber.
276. You must not respect me at all.
277. The kitchen? Of all places?
278. Call that girl. I bet she would give you a ride.
279. If it makes you feel better, go ahead.

anonymous asked:

Sorry if this is random. Out of all the mercs, who would be super protective over their SO/crush, who would be kind of protective, and who wouldn't be protective at all?

don’t apologize my dude! we’re more than glad to receive asks! ^^ let’s get on with the post!


Protective 

Scout - When he’s crushing on someone/in a relationship, he puts the person on a high pedestal. In his mind, he paints them as someone who’s perfect and untouchable - you know, somebody who’s just as awesome as him! Because Scout has this habit of having high expectations of the person he loves, they’re high on his priority list. He thinks he has to be the protective, strong, and cool guy for them - anything to make him look worthy and reliable. He may not be the sharpest tool in the box, but Scout has a one track mind when it comes to standing up for the people he truly loves/admires.

Heavy - We’ve seen him in the comics. He really does love his family, and refused to join Miss Pauling at first because he couldn’t bear to leave his loved ones again. When he is crushing on someone/in a relationship with somebody, he’s stoic and reserved with his feelings. He doesn’t want to scare them away - he’s already big and intimidating as it is. However, he secretly cherishes the person with all his heart, and keeps an eye out for them. The least he can do is be a trustworthy friend/partner for somebody he loves.

Sniper - Once again, bouncing off of canon material here. He’s incredibly loyal to his parents - both adoptive and birth. He was ready to throw down his life for his birth father - who was frankly, a dick, mind you; and even had faith he would come back after he ditched Sniper and the team. When somebody catches Sniper’s eye/becomes his S/O, he throws his everything into it. That person becomes #1 on his priority list. Sniper would constantly be anxious he’d fuck it up because he knows he’s an awkward and anti-social man, but would hold the person close to his heart. 


Kind-of-sorta-protective

Spy - He’d protective over a crush/SO to a degree. Spy knows he can’t baby somebody he takes a fancy to. He can’t let himself get overly attached. He tries loving someone from a distance, and treats the whole ordeal as a, “oh I love you, how inconvenient.” When Spy realizes he’s getting too close to someone, he instantly runs away. In his mind, it benefits both parties - him and the person. He has plenty of enemies out there, and there’s no need to drag somebody into it…the least he can do is have them stay out of it.

Engineer - Admin Headshot and I talked about this - we came up with Engie being a yandere if it ever happens he gets into a relationship/has a crush on someone. Hear me out! Behind that warm and sunny disposition, he’s pretty manipulative and calculating. And I think, kind of kinky. He’d be possessive over somebody he takes a liking to, and would think up of ways to make them his. Even if it means hurting them in some way, but in Engie’s mind it’s perfectly rational because he knows what’s best…Would go totally ballistic if anybody else hurts his crush/SO, because damnit, nobody can’t break what’s supposed to be his, his, his.

Pyro - Pyro swings back and forth between extremely protective to not having a care in the world. Everything’s hunky-dory in Pyroland, so they don’t worry 24/7! If they crush on someone/dating someone, Pyro wants to make them happy and comfortable - what other way then using fire?! Can be oblivious - or simply desensitized if they’re scaring the pants out of someone. However, if they see the person they loved getting hurt by someone or something, that’s enough to snap Pyro out of their hallucinations. They go completely beserk from a cheery and air headed pyromaniac to a silent and threatening pyromaniac.


Not-protective-at-all

Solider - If he’s gonna be someone’s life-partner, they have to crush a man’s head in between their thighs! They gotta be able to fight their way through the field, tooth and nail! He isn’t going to like just anybody! They have to be a fighter - an American fighter, just like him!

Medic - You have lungs? A heart? Two legs to run around with? Good, no need for Medic to fret. If somebody can take care of themself, he doesn’t fret much over their well being. Around his crush/SO, Medic doesn’t do a good job treating them differently from how he interacts others. There’s really no special treatment or huge amounts affection from Medic - even the SO/crush can’t tell what Medic truly feels about them.

Demo - He’s a carefree and down to earth man. If he knows his crush/SO can stand on their own two legs and fight for themself, he won’t hover over them. Lord knows he has experience himself with his over demanding mother. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, though! Demo just doesn’t see the point in constantly worrying over a crush/SO. If his life is plagued with fears and anxiety, it certainly won’t be an enjoyable one!

anonymous asked:

What's this thing about jikook and special days in Korea? I've seen it mentioned but I've never seen it explained. If you've posted it before I'm sorry, I didn't see it. I'd be super grateful if you would link it. Thank you for all the answers!

Hey there! I think I’ve never done any in-depth explanation on this, nor have i seen anyone explain.Honestly speaking, I think I’m in no position to talk, as I’m not familiar w Korean culture, so I’ll try to link all the interactions between them on these days instead of explaining in details what these days are all about. Prob just a brief one. ^^

/cracks knuckles/ Here we go.

From what I read, apart from public holidays in Korea, there’s also a special day on the 14th of every month for couples/singles to celebrate. E.g there’s Pepero Day, Valentine’s Day, Diary Day etc.For some inexplicable reason, Jimin and Jungkook were together on these days, and I’m not saying this without a concrete basis, because it’s mostly proven by Jimin n Jungkook’s Twitter uploads,as though they wanted to scream to the world “look at us”

Let’s start from January.

January 14th- Diary Day where couples give diaries as gifts

Note that in this video, there’s only the two of them, or maybe another member, who didn’t want to be included, which is pretty unlikely since Jimin always includes others, even if its for 0.00001 sec. So my bet is, they’re the only ones in the car (apart from the manager/driver). Date? 14th January, at approximately 11:51 pm KST. Coincidence? Maybe, but that’s not all.

(Important: Today was when Seoul Music Awards took place. Let me give you a hint… Orange hair + blue suits + backhug + whisper in the ear…got it? Yep! Jungkook gave Jimin a back hug on stage in front of hundreds of ppl on this day. Amazing, right?)

February 14th- Valentine’s Day

The video was uploaded today at 9:06 pm, but they had gone out two days ago, on the 12th. My question is, why on the 14th? Notice that Jimin was filming Jungkook initially, before he panned out and included Jin? (his caption was bout Jin tho) If you were here, you would’ve prob seen some posts on Jin being the chaperone in Jikook’s dates.Some time later after this “date” Namjoon revealed that he once went to Han River with Jikook. Putting two and two together, doesn’t it make more sense?

March 14th-White Day where guys give gifts to their girls

This time around, Jeon Jungkook was the one who uploaded the video, 2 MINUTES before White Day ended (11;58 pm) Please, please look at the caption “Jiminie hyung is sleepy, somebody please tuck him in” and please appreciate the precious time he took just to edit this video. He’s obviously in love with his hyung  

Later, Jimin left two comments saying “It’s really shocking Jungkook-ah I told you not to upload it right #JIMIN“ and “This hyung will go back home real quick. Be aware #JIMIN “

Either he took it himself and sent it to jungkook or Jungkook recorded it and they’re together, both of which are completely fine with me.

May 5th-Children’s Day

On this day, Jimin posted not one but three videos, in which jungkook was included in TWO of them. I can’t link any more vid so here’s the tweets

JiminxJungkook 1

JiminxJungkook 2

May 14th–Yellow Day/Rose Day

No video from both of them, but they still had quite a no of moments today.They were all over each other, from Music Core (where Jungkook became the MC) to their fanmeeting. Jimin did tweet something about Jungkook mc-ing and ofc he had to include the two hashtags #jimin and #kkuk. No twitter update but still, what a wonderful day for both of them.

Massage

September 14th- A Day before Chuseok and Photo Day

I really truly find this mindblowing. Jimin posted a funny video and again, like many other times, Kook was in it. The caption was basically “Happy Korean Thanksgiving everyone” but wow…Photo day landed on the very same day. Now…coincidence again? I’m gonna be trash and say no, this thing has occurred too many times for it to be claimed a coincidental event.

Here’s the Chuseok Video

//Jimin’s birthday October 13th//

Not related to anything but it’s still considered special, right? Especially for Jikook. Today, Jimin posted a video of him and Kook. Like always, no one else besides Kook. Also, we got to witness this

a very very special day for jimin AND Jungkook indeed.

That’s all i think. Id like to apologize if I make any mistake in this post. Oh and before I forget there’s also April’s Fools Day where Jikook dedicated the whole twitter to themselves (and Yoon/seok too). What do you say about Jikook and special days? Suspicious? Fishy?intentional? Coincidence? I’ll leave it for you to conclude bc I believe you’d have known my respond to this by now ^^

I would like to wish you a Happy Happy New Year in advance! May 2017 be filled with positivity, happiness, success, and more Jikook!!!! <3<3<3

Science Fair part 9

Originally posted by sophie-in-the-tardis

Bucky high school AU request, where he and the Avengers are basically the popular crowd but not arseholes and the Reader is kind of nerdy and just keeps to herself and her small group of friends but catches his eye? xxx - anon

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A/N- Sorry I’ve been a bit inactive but I’ve been sick as I’m sure most of you know. It feels like ages since I posted a part to this and I hate to keep you lovely people waiting so I made myself stop wallowing in self pity and actually write something. Hope you guys like it!

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Your hand was practically shaking as you walked into school, you pressed up against Bucky’s right side and his hand was firmly in yours. “You can still back out of this if you want,” Bucky whispered to you as you walked through the gates and up to the building.

“No,” you shook your head and squeezed his hand tighter, “I want to do this.”

Any overwhelming anxiety you had been feeling was worth it to see Bucky’s brilliant smile at your words, it was enough to give you a small confidence boost as you went inside the building to your locker like always. You had put a little extra effort into how you looked today knowing that everyone’s eyes would be on you and you didn’t want to be subjected to any more negative attention. In the holidays you and Bucky had decided to go public with your relationship, you had realised that the secrecy would only further add to and aggravate your issue and neither of you were willing to sacrifice each other again.

As you moved through the halls it seemed like most people instantly clocked you. Or more accurately, clocked bucky, saw he was holding hands, saw you. It was nerve wrecking. Most people didn’t seem all too fussed if you were honest. From what you could tell the general census was surprise, there were a few jealous glares and mean stares from the usual bitches but apart from that nobody else was concerned.

“That wasn’t so bad,” you commented though your voice shook a little bit and grabbed your books out of your locker.

Bucky gave you a soft smile, “No,” he agreed and the bell rang, “I’ve gotta get to class, I’ll see you at break?”

You nodded and Bucky smiled once more, leaned over to give you a quick kiss then jogged off to his lesson. You blushed furiously when you noticed a few people had been watching and had something akin to astonishment on their faces as you silently made your way through the halls to your class.

“Somebody’s the talk of the school,” Florence slid up next to you in English class with a sly grin on her face.

“What?” you balked.

Florence had  a cheshire cat grin on her face, “I heard from somebody who heard from somebody else that Mr. James Barnes was seen with a new girl in the hall of E building making out against the wall, practically dry humping.”

Your eyes widened, before you could input Florence kept talking.

“I was about to find him and kill him, then I heard someone say that they’d never even seen this girl before, which was when I realised they must have been talking about you,” she smirked evilly.

You rolled your eyes and shoved her shoulder, “Flo,” you whined.

Florence laughed, “So, really? Dry humping? In public no less!”

“We were not dry humping. Bucky just kissed me, very quickly, in the hallway. You know how rumours are.”

She chuckled and nodded, “I know, I know. By the end of the day the story will probably that you gave him a blow job.”

Your face went bright red, “Florence!” you yelled indignantly and Florence only cackled in response.

“Are you Y/N?” someone came up to you between your lessons.

You squinted at them and nodded slowly, “Yes. Why?”

“Are you the one dating Bucky Barnes?” the guy with her asked.

“Um, yeah.”

The two of them stared at you without saying anything, you were certain any moment they would start making ‘ooh’ sounds as if they were seeing some kind of exotic animal at the zoo. Your eyes darted around and you began to shuffle backwards, “Okay, nice meeting you,” you nodded at them awkwardly then quickly spun on your heel and sped away.

“Hey babe,” Bucky greeted when you met up with him at break.

“Hi,” you smiled and breathed a small sigh of relief when you saw him.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing, just people looking at me like I’m in a zoo,” you waved off his concern.

Bucky only frowned further, “Is anyone being mean?”

You shook your head, “No,” that wasn’t a lie, “It’s just more attention than I would like, but I knew this would happen when we agreed to do this so I’m fine.”

He nodded, “Okay, but tell me if anyone does. I can get Clint and Natasha to beat them up and come up with a legitimate reason that won’t get either of them expelled for fighting,” he told you conspiratorially.

You laughed, “I don’t doubt that.”

“So, you and Bucky?” the guy who sat next to you in maths piped up half way through the lesson.

You paused your pen above the paper then continued writing, “Yup.”

He hummed and slouched back in his chair as if he was pondering a big life question, “That strangely, fits,” he settled on after a few minutes.

You glanced up at him, “Thanks,” you gave him a small but genuine smile.

Just as you went back to the work he spoke up again, “So, like, how far have you gone?”

“Robert,” you groaned in annoyance, this was going to be a long lesson.

“Y/N,” Natasha called you as you walked past the Avengers table in the canteen at lunch.

You stopped in your tracks and spun to face her, most of the other Avengers had also stopped their conversation to look over at you. “Yeah?”

“Come on, sit. You’re dating our resident broody guy, that gives you the right to sit with us cooler people. Sorry you got saddled with Barnes,” she looked at you in faux sympathy.

You looked over and saw Bucky sitting on the other side of the table and made eye contact with him, his eyes looked hopeful but you could also tell he understood if you declines. Looking around you saw that lots of the other tables were half tuned in to what was happening at the Avengers table. “Thanks, but I don’t want to ditch me friends,” you declined.

“They can sit here too!” Tony interjected loudly, “But they’re hot right?”

“THey can sit here either way,” Sam cut in over Tony.

Bruce nodded from where he sat next to Bucky, “We don’t mind, I’m sure your friends won’t either.”

You licked your lips and gave in with a sigh, “Alright, I’ll go get them.”

They all cheered triumphantly as you trekked over to the other side of the canteen to your usual spot, “Hey, girls,” you greeted.

“Hi,” they gave you a big smile each, “Ditching us for your boyfriend I presume?” Clarisse teased.

You shook your head, “Nope,” you popped the p, “Because they’ve invited all of us over to their table.”

They gaped at you, “No way,” Florence broke the silence.

“Yes, way. C’mon, bring your lunch.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Clarisse quickly got up and practically sped over to the avengers table.

You were sat on Bucky’s right, next to you sat Florence who was talking animatedly with Bruce about some science thing that you couldn’t keep up with and Clarisse was in a heated debate with Sam and Tony over how to pronounce bologna.

“You doing okay?” Bucky asked you, his arm slung over your shoulder.

You nodded, “Yeah,” you smiled, you were actually calm for a change. For so long you had rolled your eyes at the Avengers but now you could see they were all pretty nice and friendly people, it was no wonder they were all so popular. You actually felt comfortable sitting at the table and it seemed the news of you and Bucky had already died down, you could get used to this.  

“Good,” Bucky smiled and kissed you sweetly.

“Get a room,” Clint threw a piece of bread at the two of you with a look of disgust on his face. You smirked and picked up the piece of bread and threw it back at him hard, it hit him in the face and he let out a startled squeak.

In retaliation he threw another piece of bread at you but his aim was off and he ended up hitting Tony in the back of the neck instead. Soon enough, everyone on the table was chucking bits of food they could hold in their hands at each other and you laughed as you tried to dodge the food that was being thrown about the table, even tossing a few pieces of broken up crackers yourself until a teacher intervened and told you to break it up.

Bucky walked you home, your hands held tightly together and your fingers interlocked. “I’m glad we decided to do that,” you spoke up.

“Are you?” Bucky sounded relieved.

You nodded, “Yeah. I’m not so nervous about it all anymore, it turned out way better than I was expecting.”

“Honestly? Me too.”

“You thought it would go bad?” you raised an eyebrow.

Bucky shrugged, “I wasn’t sure. I didn’t think it would all come out so smoothly though, I thought there would be some kind of negative spin on it,” he thought aloud.

You huffed a laugh, “It’s only been a day, Buck, don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you cautioned as you approached your street. You didn’t want to think about it but there was still time for people to reveal their true thoughts, either way after today you could say that you were ready for whatever they threw at you.

“I guess,” he agreed reluctantly, not wanting to think about that either. He didn’t know how anyone could have any kind of negative thought towards you but he supposed he was a bit biased in that opinion.

He walked you up to your front door and leaned down to kiss you softly, you stood on your tiptoes and threaded your fingers through his hair. Bucky lightly grazed his teeth over your lower lip teasingly before he pulled away and you glared at him half heartedly to which he only laughed, “i’ll see you tomorrow, doll,” he winked and you watched his retreating form saunter down the street and out of sight.

***

A/N- So everything’s out in the open! Let me know what you thought of it and requests are open <3

anonymous asked:

tongue-tied & secret admirer + r27 please

THIS IS REALLY OLD IM SO SORRY 
i got so many prompts i kind of just shut down but im gonna try and catch up and clear them out my dudes.


Valentine’s Day was always hard to get through. It was messy and chaotic if you were with somebody and lonely if you never got anything. Tsuna was used to watching everybody flock to each other and exchange letters and stutter out a confession. He had only been the victim to cruel jokes where people pretended to confess to him to later embarrass him somehow. He grew to dread the day by then.

It didn’t help the fact he had little interest in anybody but somebody a year above him. Everybody had at least a little crush on Reborn and Tsuna begrudgingly admitted he was one of those people. He was likeable and always had a funny comment to add. He had tutored quite a few people close to failing that ended up passing. He was also, arguably, the hottest person in school and that helped nothing for Tsuna.

Tsuna never tried to go near Reborn though. He was way too far down the food chain in this school to even think about talking with Reborn. He barely managed to ask Yamamoto for notes without people glaring harshly at him.

He had hoped it would stay the same during Valentine’s Day but he was so wrong.

As he was seen as so pathetic to everybody else, he always had at least one person trying to masquerade as him during Valentine’s and give somebody a note confessing his love. One year it was Kyoko Sasagawa. She had been understanding and vehemently went against the joke when she found out it was a cruel prank. Mochida had angrily berated Tsuna for it and yet again tried to challenge him to a fight but he escaped that. Another year it had been Kyoko’s friend Hana who just rolled her eyes and asked Tsuna if it was real a week later.

This year, though, Reborn was the one to get the letter.

Tsuna did not ever give any thought to confessing his crush to Reborn. He liked him but he wasn’t that much of an idiot. He was content to pine painfully from afar if it meant sparing his last shred of dignity.

He was mortified to find Reborn walking up to him, holding an envelope. Immediately, Tsuna turned and started hurrying in the other direction. He didn’t want to be around everybody when Reborn evidently made fun of him for the note he never made in the first place.

His running made him trip down stairs though and he was caught by Reborn at the bottom. He seemed amused. Tsuna had clumsily landed in Reborn’s arms and he knew he was cherry red. His heart was racing and his palms started sweating as he looked back at Reborn. He was waiting for the moment he’d be the laughingstock of the school even more.

But Tsuna asked in astonishment, “How did you get ahead of me?”

“It’s a secret”, Reborn said with a wink.

Then he had hoisted Tsuna onto his shoulder and was walking along the halls. He ignored anybody that tried to stop the two. Tsuna had tried to wiggle out but Reborn’s arms but it was a pathetic attempt so he just buried his face in his hands and tried to will himself invisible.

They stopped at an empty classroom. Reborn dropped Tsuna to the floor and without any hesitation, Tsuna dove towards the windows. They were on the first floor and he was terrified of what would happen. He was ready.

Reborn laughed, pulling him back around the waist. “Oh, you’re not getting away that easily, kid.”

“I’m only a year younger than you.” Tsuna cried.

“You look twelve so my mistake.”

“Put me down”, Tsuna yelled, trying to wiggle free. “I know what this is about.”

Reborn dropped Tsuna back to the floor. Tsuna laid, fuming, waiting for Reborn to humiliate him and make his school life that much worse. Reborn sat down by Tsuna’s head and pulled out a small, bright pink envelope that had kiss marks all over it. Tsuna looked at it, mortified.

“You didn’t put this in my shoe locker then?” Reborn asked.

“No! I don’t even own lipstick to do those kiss things.” Tsuna said. He felt his cheeks heat up. “I-I’m sorry, it’s just a prank. I d-don’t want to waste your time anymore since you obviously have better things to do.”

“Mm, nope. I was hoping this was you, too.”

Reborn looked at the envelope before throwing it to the side. He looked at Tsuna with a childish pout. Tsuna felt his heart stutter and his face flame even more at the look.

“I-I’m sorry, people do this every y-year. I’m a joke to the school.” Tsuna explained. He tried to hide his face as he got up but Reborn fell against him, knocking the two to the ground.

“Listen, I know you have a crush on me. Everybody does, really, but I also like you so this is a win/win.”

“You’re not-” Tsuna put his hands over his face. He couldn’t handle this. “Are you serious?”

“Completely”, Reborn said. He buried his face against Tsuna’s neck. “I’m tired so I’m taking a nap but we’ll talk about our first date when I get up.”

“Oh, okay?” Tsuna said, confused. He placed his hand against Reborn’s back and felt Reborn fall asleep almost instantly against him.

He looked at Reborn and smiled. This was a bizarre twist to the day but…not an unwanted one.

Writing thing

How Was The Vacation, Freak?!

There he was again.

Standing with them on the crime scene, as if nothing had happened, with the usual arrogant look on his pale face.
Sally Donovan could hardly believe it …
For two long years they had all been made to believe that the freak jumped from the roof of a hospital, because he couldn’t endure the accusations and the invective anymore. And then, suddenly, he stood before them again, a smug smile on his face which should probably mean something like “You are all so stupid … And so easily to deceive.“
She was furious.
And she had every right to be furious!
Who did he think he was?!
With her arms crossed she observed how Holmes swaggered up and down the crime scene.
And the burning rage in her became bigger and bigger.
Finally, she could not hold it back anymore.
„Have you recovered well, freak?“ she snapped, while Sherlock let his gaze wander over the corpse.
„Excuse me?“ he asked with a frown and looked up at her irritated.
„The vacation,” she said with a snort. „Was it relaxing?“
He raised his eyebrows. „What do you mean with ‘vacation’?“
„Well, you must have spent the last two years somewhere,” she said coldly. „I only ask myself whether it was amusing to know that everybody here believed, you were dead, freak.“
„Sally …,” Anderson murmured beside her a little bit uneasy, however, she did not pay attention to him.
Sherlock stared at them in silence, she couldn’t identify the look on his face, however, her fury let her speak further.
„Maybe you have felt a kind of … well, perverted pleasure with the thought that John was mourning. Greg too. And we, Philipp and I, we were the idiots. So often we had to hear that we were to blame,” she snapped angrily. „Do you know what this has been like, freak? No of course … you don’t feel such things. But at least, apparently you have immense fun destroying lives!“
Sherlock’s left eyebrow twitched easily, otherwise no emotion appeared in his face.
He listened silently to her tirade, then he looked away and shook his head.
„I’m sorry, Sally“, he said quietly.
„What?“, she asked in bewilderment, as her sure and angry expression changed into an irritated one.
„I’m sorry that you had to experience incommodities because of me“, Sherlock said and then turned around jerkily. He looked to John who stood with Lestrade a few steps away.
„Please, excuse me, Sally.“ He straightened his shoulders and slowly walked over to the other two.
Sally looked after him in confusion.
Had he just apologised to her …?
All the same.
However … he was an unfeeling dirty swine, a freak who had simulated his own death – for whatever perverted reasons … A sociopath who had no notion of decency or feelings like grief …
She snorted disparagingly.
Machine

Nevertheless, some days later Sally Donovan had to change her opinion about Sherlock Holmes very radically.

*

Years later she still remembered everything …
All the dreadful events of this day.

She remembered the jokes, some policemen had made shortly before everything went to hell at the crime scene.
Remembered her disparaging remark when she had seen the freak who had, as always, appeared with his loyal appendage John Watson.
Remembered how they had gone together into the house in which the especially cruel and puzzling murder of a young woman had happened.
Remembered how the freak had knelt by the corpse and murmured complexe deductions.
Everything had been as usual …
And then, she remembered, he had jumped up at once, out of the blue, he had shouted at them all that they had to leave the house immediately.
She remembered the confused faces of the others – and then the word which Sherlock had roared: Bomb.

Bomb.
A fucking time bomb.
It had been strapped to the chest of the dead woman.
Ticking.
Then suddenly developing into a cheeping.
Indicating the last seconds which remained to them before the explosion.
Sally remembered the hectic movements round her, how everybody ran to the exit.
She remembered how she had tripped over an abandoned shoe with a scream, and how she had fallen down the stairs with a scream.
She vaguely remembered a sharp pain in her head, daze and dizziness.
Ambiguous imagines before her eyes.
And then: the freak, Sherlock, who had suddenly thrown himself over her, suddenly she felt his weight on her and his hectic breath in her face.
Time stood still for a moment.
And split seconds later - the bang.

Explosion.

Deafening.
Resounding in her head.
Smoke, fire, the feeling of suffocating, the motionless detective on top of her, wooden splinters and metal scraps had beaten down on the ground around them like rain…
She had been almost deaf, had hardly heard the excited shouts, had hardly registered how somebody had taken Sherlock off of her.
How somebody had shaken her by her shoulders.
Then darkness as she had slowly lost consciousness.
And shortly after that - nothing more…

*

A few hours later Sally had woken in the hospital, disoriented and confused.
Greg had sat by her bed, looking tired and concerned.
Her first clear thoughts were about the freak … no, Sherlock.
She had asked Greg about him and the inspector had said, that they were still operating on him, but that he will recover.
Sally should rest now, he had said, although she had gotten away with only a ridiculously small concussion and some cuts as well as a few bruises on her body.
After a while, when she was allowed to get up, she had gone immediately to Sherlock.
John sat by his bed and smiled at her weakly when she came to the room and took a look at the detective.
„How is he?“ she had asked quietly and the doctor had given a tired sigh.
„He has a nasty head injury and some bad burns, but he will recover from it. Oh well, and some bigger wooden parts have fallen on his back and have torn open his injuries again …“
Sally had wrinkled her forehead in irritation. „Injuries on the back? Where are they from?“
„Oh, sure, you don’t know about this“, John had murmured and had sighed once more. „He has been tortured, briefly before he returned to London. On his last mission he was caught … he has spent the last two years destroying Moriarty’s network to protect me and the others. Has took forever, until he finally told me about it … This idiot.“
Sally had stared at him, with her mouth open, and an icy hand had clung around her chest.
Caught, tortured.
Oh God.
She had remembered what she had said to him at the crime scene …
She had asked him whether the vacation had been relaxing …
Whether he had felt a sort of perverted pleasure by the thought of their mourning …
She had accused him of not being able to feel anything …
„God, John,” she said with tears in her eyes. „I … I had no idea!“
John had smiled weakly at her. „Well, he never really wants to come out with the truth, right? He always thinks, he should not burden others with it … Ignorance is bliss, he often says.“
Sally had managed a weak nod and had taken a last look at the sleeping detective who had a wide bandage around his head, before she had left the room on trembling legs  – tears ran down her cheeks and she had never felt so terribly about anything in her whole life.

*

A few weeks later, Sherlock was back on his feet again and seemed to be the same as usual, however, Sally saw him in a different light now.
When he appeared at the crime scene, she went to him and stopped before him.
She swallowed.
“Thank you,” she whispered quietly and lowered her eyes. „And I am sorry, really sorry.“
Sherlock gave her a small smile and a nod. „Everything is alright, Sally. And, nevertheless, anybody else would have done the same …“
"No,” she said, and looked at him again. Looked him in the eyes. „Not anybody … You are not anybody, Sherlock.“
He looked at her in amazement and then his smile became a little bit broader.
They briefly shook hands and then he turned around to look at the corpse with a delighted sparkle in his eyes and everything seemed to be like usual – however, Sally Donovan never called Sherlock a freak again.


Tried out a new POV ;)
Special thanks to @lalunadahl for editing this ^^ <3

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Facade (pt.4)

Characters: jimin x you

Genre: ceo!jimin || fluff (as of now)

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The day continues like so – Post-It note, location, video, treasure hunt, Post-It note… Until you feel extremely tired while sitting at the back of the limousine. It is about dinner time and your stomach rumbles. Besides the small sandwich you had as a break, you had been so caught up in Jimin’s games you had forgotten to eat.

You also felt incredibly bad for the man driving you around all day today.

“Miss, this is your last stop,” he says at the front, forever maintaining the aura of professionalism.

You thank him and step out, your feet aching from running around in the new shoes for most of the day. Looking up at the building, you realize that you’ve never seen it before. This was new. Jimin had been leading you around the city while teasing and picking at the memories the two of you shared. You turn around to ask the driver but for once, you find yourself alone standing at the side of the street.

With a little bit of fear, you take your first step towards the unfamiliar building.

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A Promise Of Belonging

Summary: They choose and buy Dan’s collar. Dan reacts to the collar in a way that surprises Phil.

Word count: 1268

PART ONE

Why not read my other neko fics while you’re at it? x x x x x

The morning after Dan had said yes, Phil swore he woke up lighter. It was if this big weight of anticipation and worry to what Dan’s answers would be had been lifted. Dan seemed just as uplifted, even if Phil had to tell him over and over that it is what he wanted too. Dan just couldn’t seem to grasp that it meant just as much to Phil as it did to him.

“Are you sure it’s not too much of a bother?” Dan questioned as Phil passed him a piece of marmite on toast – after refusing to make Dan fish this morning, with the excuse ‘you had them yesterday and you need to have a varied diet’.

Phil exhaled unnecessarily loudly before saying “Dan, it’s not ‘a bother’”. Dan smiled to himself at Phil’s answer and began to eat his toast.

Later in the evening, in a rare moment of separation from Dan – due to him watching one of the DVDs that Phil had bought him for Christmas – Phil decided to call Janice for some advice.

“Hey Phil, what’s up?” Janice answered cheerfully.

“He said yes!” Phil burst out, not being able to hold in his excitement.

“Wait, what? Who said yes to what?” 

“Dan. I asked him if he would like a collar from me”.

“Oh, that’s wonderful Phil” Janice said a little less excitedly than Phil would’ve liked. But who was he to judge her reaction; she was probably just having a difficult day with her nekos, he thought. 

“If you wouldn’t mind I’d like some advice. I wish I knew more about this kind of thing but you seem way more experienced”

“Yes, you could come round to my place; make it a bit of a surprise for Dan?” Janice offered.

“That sounds like it would be great, but I think it would be best if we just talked over the phone. Dan doesn’t like leaving the apartment and I don’t think he’s ready to stay home alone yet”. Phil looked over to Dan. The neko was sprawled across the sofa, ears perked up in interest of the television, tail swaying slightly on the back of his thigh, his cheeks were squished as his head was rested on his folded up arms. Phil wondered how could anybody leave him all alone?

“It’s got to happen someday Phil” Janice stated, then added “of course we can talk over the phone. What would you like to know?”

Two hours later Phil had been given direction for where to buy the collar, which colours are best (although Phil knew that Dan would want it to be black) and what materials to look for and avoid. They had decided that online shopping would be the best option as Dan was nervous enough just going to a park, never mind a shop that sells collars and other sorts of things that may scare him.

“Dan” Phil called from the dining table where he was sat. When the neko turned around Phil said “come here”, gesturing to his lap.

Dan lazily walked over to Phil and slumped onto his lap ungracefully. “’M tired” he sighed “you were on the phone forever”. Dan rested his head on Phil’s shoulder, wrapping his tail around Phil’s arm.

Phil chuckled at Dan’s complaint “let’s go to bed sleepy kitten” and Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck so he could carry him. As Phil did he suggested “we’ll look for your collar tomorrow, shall we?” A faint smile could briefly be seen on Dan’s lips before he fell asleep.

The next day

“That one. Wait! No, I like that one!” Dan gasped, pointing to the computer screen. They had been looking on the website that Janice had suggested for a while now and Dan was even more indecisive than Phil had expected.

As much as Phil was amused, he really just wanted to find something suitable. He looked at the one that Dan was now pointing at; it was a bright cobalt blue. “Are you sure you want to go for that colour, Dan? I know that you usually like to wear black” Phil stated. It was true as most of Dan’s wardrobe was monochrome – apart from the few t-shirts that he had borrowed (stolen) from Phil.

“But you like to wear colours” Dan stated.

“Yes, but this is for you, Dan. You need to get one that you like and will want to wear”

“I like this one. I want to get a blue one because that is your favourite colour. I like black but I want it to represent you because you gave it to me and you are the colour in my life”. Dan said it simply as if he hadn’t just confessed something soppy and adorable.

Phil’s heart leaped as he heard Dan’s explanation and he couldn’t help but say “alright, we’ll get this one if you’re sure before enveloping the neko in a cuddle.

Few weeks later

Phil woke up to the feeling of somebody jumping up and down on the bed. He already had his arm and half of his leg hanging off the bed because Dan had kept snuggling closer the Phil in his sleep, pushing Phil across the bed. Phil reluctantly opened his eyes a little to see that Dan was indeed jumping up and down on the bed – a thing that had been happening recently in the mornings and Phil had an idea of why.

Dan’s tail was swishing around in the air with him. It brushed against Phil’s face and when Dan turned around to see if he had woken the said person, his eyes lit up. Dan suddenly launched at Phil to give him a hug, however he didn’t quite realise how much Phil was hanging off of the bed. “wha- Dan, no!” Phil tried to warn the neko but he had already jumped towards Phil, pushing them both off the bed and into a heap on the floor.

“Sorry” Dan mumbled in-between giggles. He wrapped his arms around Phil’s waist and nuzzled his face into his neck.

Phil hummed happily at the affection before saying “what are you doing up so early then, kitten?” although he thought he already knew the answer.

Dan looked Phil on the eyes and moved Phil’s hand to his own neck; he didn’t really want to say it out loud but knew that Phil would understand. Phil did. Phil guessed that the only reason Dan had been waking up earlier is so he’d be able to wear his collar for longer. He had tried to persuade Phil to allow him to wear it whilst he slept but Phil hadn’t given in; he was worried that Dan might accidentally strangle himself in his sleep.

Phil pushed Dan to sit up as he got up to retrieve the collar from the drawer in the bedside table. It was made of soft, supple leather that Dan claimed was comfortable enough to spend the night wearing. But Phil had refused. He would be damned if it hurt or marked Dan’s skin whilst he slept.

When Dan sits on the bed, Phil lifts the collar around his neck and buckles it so it fits snugly. He feels Dan’s whole form relax beneath his hands. The neko sighs happily and Phil can feel him purring slightly against his fingers. Nothing else mattered to them in this moment but the presence, and the reassurance of a promise that the collar had brought; a promise that Dan belonged to Phil and Phil belonged to Dan. And that was how it was going to stay.

END

A/N: I wrote this a while ago but was too scared to post it. But some people have told me that they like my neko fics recently so this is dedicated to them. Thank you guys.
    Also I’m in exam season atm and I have like 16 left so I won’t be writing much, if at all. I’m so tired.

My other Fics to read while I’m gone ;)

Thanks ^ω^

anonymous asked:

Could you pleaseeeeeee write one of Remus being the most oblivious and all of Sirius obvious attempts of wooing him and he just doesn't see it please? Fluff fluff fluff! Your Trans!remus & genderfluid!Sirius are the best

Yesssssss! I’m so so sorry it took me so long to write and post!!


- Sirius was going out of their mind.

- They had tried e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.

- Everyone in Gryffindor knew how they felt

- So did everyone if Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin too.

- In fact, so did every Professor, Ghost and Portrait in Hogwarts!

- Heck, even Peeves knew!

- The only person who didn’t know how they felt was Remus-Oblivous-Lupin!

- Sirius had tried the subtle way: Soft touches, little flirtatious comments, complimenting him all the time.

- They had tried the obvious way: Kissing his cheek, taking ahold of his hand when they walk down the corridor, asking him out on a date, heck, he even TOLD him that he loved him once!

- But still, nothing.

- Was Remus just trying to let them down gently?

- Or was he really this dense?

- Sirius decided it must be the latter

- (Because the other was too heartbreaking for them to accept)


- Prongs and Wormtail knew how much their friends loved each other.

- If Sirius wasn’t the one going on about how amber Moonys eyes were that day, then it was Remus who was spewing sonnets over how shiney Sirius’ hair was.

- They watched Sirius try very hard to tell Remus their feelings, but Remus always thought they were just joking and being friendly

- Remus wouldn’t even attempt to tell Sirius how he felt because he was too scared of rejection and thought Sirius deserved better than him.

- James had had enough and had come up with an elaborate plan to show Remus how Padfoot felt about him.

- Sirius was abit dubious since the plan involved doing it publicly, and they didn’t think their Moony would appreciate it.

- But James assured them it was fool proof - he had seen it on the felly-box that Lily brought in one time and it worked then to “get the girl”, it should work to “get the boy” too!

- So that night, they planned Operation: Moony for Moony. 

- (James was too proud of himself for that name …)

- Peter was the distraction 

- He would stick by Remus’ side like glue and keep the conversation going at all times so he doesn’t ask where James or Sirius is and to get him to the Great Hall in time.

- James and Sirius would spend the night learning how to cast a strong enough Sonorus spell to be heard all around the Great Hall.

- James convinced Dumbledore to make an announcement before the big reveal, and had convinced Flickwick to have the Hogwarts band play the music and the choir to do backing vocals.

- And Sirius practiced and practiced and practiced until they had the song they would sing down perfectly.

- Now, they had to wait until Dinner time to see if this plan would work.


- “Hey Remus!” Peter bounced over to his friend.

- Remus was currently curled up in the common room arm chair reading the latest Quidditch Through the Ages. 

- (Not because he was interested in it, more because a certain ‘friend’ of his was …)

- Glancing up from his book, he smiled brightly to his friend.

- “Hey Pete, everything alright?” 

- “Yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t it be? …” His eyes shifted.

- Remus cocked one of his brows but didn’t push it. 

- “Well good, have you seen Sirius? Or James for that matter?” He rushed, blushing ever so slightly.

- Peter firmly shook his head as Remus’ shoulders deflated.

- “Nope!” He accidentally shouted too loud, “not seen them all day! Sirius and James who?” 

- “Peter …” Remus closed his book and fixed a stern look towards his smaller friend. 

- Peter attempted to avoid his gaze, but didn’t do a fantastic job.

- “What are they up to?” 

- “Yano, Remus,” Peter started, “you should trust your friends more. What makes you think they’re up to anything?” 

- Remus lips quirked with an amused laugh.

- “Because I know them? And I trust that they’re up to something?”

- Peter awkwardly shifted from foot to foot.

- This is why he hated being the distraction.

- He didn’t know how to get out of this.

- Unless he used dirty tactics …

- “You should tell Sirius that you fancy them, Remus.”

- Remus eyebrows flew up to his hairline as his eyes bulged.

- “What? Where the hell did THAT come from?” 

- Peter shrugged and sat down heavily on the arm of the chair.

- “Because, you’ve liked them since like first year, but you’re too chicken to admit it and tell them.” 

- Peter knew it wasn’t the nicest thing to bring up to Remus, but he really needed to avoid the whole ‘What-is-James-and-Sirius-Up-To” for the plan to work.

- “I’m not chicken!” Remus furrowed his eyebrows. 

- “You know why I haven’t told Sirius the way I feel. It’s because they can do better than me.” He whispered, looking away from Peter, completely forgetting about the previous conversation.

- Hook, line and sinker.

- “Oh, here we go around.” Peter rolled his eyes.

- “Well, it’s true Worm!” Remus protested. 

- “Yeah, we’ve heard it plenty of times, Moons.” 

- Peter coughed and straightened his back and began to mimic Remus.

- “It’s because I’m a werewolf, and trans, and gay, oh woah is me! I deserve no love in my life” He smacked his hand against his forehead.

- “Oh, shut up.” Remus groaned and pushed Peter off the arm chair and onto the floor with a thud.

- “Ouch!” Peter whined, rubbing his sore back.

- “I’m pretty sure Sirius likes somebody else anyway.” Remus chewed the inside of his cheek.

- “I hear them talk about it all the time so… it doesn’t matter how I feel.”

- Remus rose from his seat, shaking the thoughts from his mind.

- “C'est la vie. I’m going down for dinner, you coming?” He helped Peter up and walked downcast toward the portrait hole.

- “Wow … he really is dense.” Peter muttered to himself, following his friend out of the common room.


- Sirius was stood outside the Great Hall, peering in through a small crack in the door

- They could easily see Remus sat at their usual seat next to Peter and Lily.

- Remus looked a little on edge, turning around every so often, most likely trying to find James and Sirius.

- “Ready mate?” James smacked them on their shoulder, causing Sirius to jump out of their thoughts.

- “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess …” They rubbed the back of their neck. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” 

- “Of course it is! Lets go!” James insisted, giving Sirius a quick kiss on the cheek for encouragement.

- He opened the door and closed it and walked down to his usual seat, sending a nod to Dumbledore.

- “Hey Moons, Hey Worms, and Miss Evans.” He winked to the latter, getting a bemused eye roll.

- “Hey Prongs,” Remus smiled over his cup of tea, “wheres Sirius?”

- “Oh, you know Sirius,” he shook his head with a smile, “he’s probably chasing a ball somewhere as we speak.”

- Dumbledore rose from his seat and the hall fell silent.

- “Students,” he boomed, “before we enjoy dessert after our wonderful feast this evening, we have a treat for you all. So without further ado, enjoy your evenings entertainment.”

- There was a bustling of chatter around the hall.

- Remus turned to Peter to see if he had any idea what was going on, but he was quickly avoiding eye contact and smirking.

- Lily, on his other side, look just as confused as he did.

- “You’re just too good to be true.” The beautiful voice echoed throughout the hall. 

- Everyone strained their necks to find where the voice was coming from.

- Remus stilled. 

- He knew that voice anywhere.

- “Can’t take my eyes off of you.

- Remus was searching the hall with his eyes, but couldn’t see Sirius anywhere.

- “You’d be like heaven to touch. Oh God, I want to hold you so much.

- Remus felt his heart race

- “Our long last love as arrived, and I thank god I’m alive.

- He heard the hall door open slightly.

- He swung his head around to watch Sirius holding their wand to their neck, wearing Remus’ David Bowie T-shirt, their own leather jacket and skirt, fish-net tights and black combat boots.

- They looked drop dead stunning.

- “You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.

- Their eyes were staring directly at Remus, making his breath hitch.

- Then the members of the Hogwarts band stood up in their seats with various instruments, joining in with the song.

- Sirius ran and jumped up onto the Gryffindor table to the sounds of hoots and whistles, bouncing and dancing down the table until they stood directly in front of Remus.  

- The hall burst into cheers and giggles

- Remus was outright laughing at the prank Sirius and James had somehow managed to get the whole of Hogwarts in on.

- He only wished he knew who Sirius was declaring his love for.

- “I LOVE YOU, MOONY!” They sang, pointing at Remus

- Remus eyes widened and his laughing stopped.

- “Oh god no, please no.” He muttered to himself.

- “AND IF IT’S QUITE ALRIGHT, I NEED YOU, MOONY, TO WARM THE LONELY NIGHT! I LOVE YOU, MOONY. TRUST IN ME WHEN I SA-AY!

- Remus covered his face with his palms, utterly embarrassed. 

- Why would Sirius do this to him? 

-  “OH PRETTY MOONY, DON’T BRING ME DOWN, I PRAY.” 

- They sunk down to their knees in front of him, pulling his hands away from his face and staring him directly in the eye.

- “Oh, pretty Moony. Now that I found you, stay.” 

- Their smile whilst singing seemed to genuine, that Remus almost thought they were, dare he say it, serious.

- “And let me love you, baby, let me love you.” 

- Sirius jumped down off the table between Remus and Peter, and tugged Remus up to his feet.

- “You’re just too good to be true,” they whispered, nudging their nose against Remus, making him pushing them away playfully with a laugh.

- Sirius was beaming.

- The rest of the hall, the music and cheers, seemed to disappear.

- “You’re such an idiot!” Remus laughed. “Who even put you up to this?”

- “Well, it was Prongs idea …”

- “Of course it was,” he chuckled. “It’s good practice for when you’re actually trying to ask the person you like out, I guess. Not sure why I was the one you decided to test it on, though …”

- Sirius smile fell off of their face and they took a step back.

- Then let out a manic laugh, throwing their hands into their hair.

- “Why are you so … dense, Remus John Lupin!” Sirius shouted.

- “What?” He tilted his head.

- “Moons! I was singing it for you! Because I love you!” They sighed exasperated. “I’ve been trying to tell you for years!”

- Remus eyes blew wide open.

- “But … but you …? You mean when you … oh god, that makes so much sense now I think about it …” He cringed. 

- “Oh god, I’m the idiot!” He face palmed himself.

- Sirius laughed and nodded.

- “Come here,” Remus grinned, pulling Sirius by his own shirt, and planting his lips firmly on their’s.

- Sirius was shocked at the sudden kiss, then through both fists up into the air in victory.

- The entire hall (bar the Slytherins) burst into cheers, whistles and Cat calls, but neither of them heard it.

- Sirius smiled into the kiss, wrapping their arms around Remus’ neck, deepening the kiss.

- Remus swear he heard fireworks go off during their kiss, only to pull back abruptly to realise that James had actually set off Fireworks.

- He forgot they were stood in the middle of the Great Hall and the fact Sirius hadn’t cancelled the Sonorus charm.

- Pushing his forehead again Sirius’, they both shared a laugh and searched for each others hands.

- Remus tugged on Sirius hand and pulled him toward the door and away from the rest of the school.

- Nothing could wipe the smile from his face now.

- Sirius had his Moony, and Remus had his Sirius.

- “Hey, Padfoot?”

- “Yes, my Moons?”

- “Did you really just fist pump the air?” He chuckled.

- Sirius blushed red.

- “Shut up, you!”


Sorry it took so long, but I enjoyed writing this so much! I hope you liked it and it was worth the wait

True Colors

Type: Gabriel x Reader
Genre:
Fluff
Request:
Can we have an AU where a person’s world is black and white until they meet their soulmate and one day Gabriel happens to pop in on the reader and the Winchesters researching and they’re never meet before and Gabriel starts acting dramatic cause he thinks somethings wrong with him cause as soon as he layed eyes on the reader he started getting color and when he tells them what’s wrong Dean laughs and explains what’s going on since he’s gone through it with Cas?
Note:
As said in last post, I’m so sorry if I’m this late! I’ll try to be more present in the next weeks. ~ Also sorry for eventual mistakes.
Enjoy ~ (aND TELL ME IF YOU WANT A SEQUEL I WANNA WRITE A SEQUEL OH MY GOD)


There was no doubt of it: the bunker was, most of the times, a marvellous place to live in. It had big spaces, a placid atmosphere, and, most of all, Sam even felt so comfortable with its kitchen that he liked to delight himself by making awesome sandwiches. The fact was, though, that the bunker hadn’t been designed for such a strange company as yours:  the Men of Letters didn’t really consider bringing angelic boyfriends to the place, so, when Dean had first tried to get Cas into the building1 , he had had quite a problem.
With time you and your brothers had managed to remove all the symbols and marks that in the bunker prevented angels from their entry, and Castiel had managed to come and live with the three of you. It hadn’t been an easy choice, to be honest: Cas could get in now, yes, but other angels could too.

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Ex-Boyfriend!Vernon (Feat. Minghao) [Drabble] (T)

Requested By: @sexting-calum

Prompt: Meeting your Ex-Boyfriend Vernon again, where you were deeply heartbroken by him.

Word count: 2,652 words

Genre: Angst & Slight Fluff

Warnings: Angst Romance with multiple kiss scenes

A/N: Hello again! Merry late Christmas to you! (Its almost New Years LMAO) Anyway, I was really busy writing this particular story basically, for almost a whole week (?) I have written two endings, succeeding this Drabble, but in order to make sense of everything, please read the Main Story (This Post) first! Thank you again for supporting our blog!

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[ Main Story | Angst Ending | Fluff Ending ]

Originally posted by joshuashong

Looking through your old box of your high school memories, you stumbled across a pink letter with a familiar looking handwriting. You froze when you realised who it was from and what it was about. Vernon. The guy who broke your heart. You may have moved on, you may have started loving somebody else, but the history of Vernon and you could not be perishable from either of your memories.

Checking to see that your husband, Minghao, was asleep, which of course he was, snoring away into dreamland.

You took a deep breath, reminiscing about this painful memory that you thought you would never touch on again, and you opened the letter.

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Hard to Find

Summary: True love is hard to find, but Jensen Ackles may have stumbled upon it at a bed & breakfast in a small, Kansas town.

Part Eleven: The Time Between
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2000
Warnings: None.

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