tap it all over the place

“Ahhh got it!” Sherlock jumped up from his chair and walked around the room tapping his fingers together.

“About time.” You laughed walking out of the kitchen. He gave you a funny look and turned around.

“He’s a scientist. How else would he have access to all those chemicals and, AND know how to use them? Ohhh I got you!  To think you almost had me fooled. Ooo, I have to tell John.” The world’s only consulting detective, grabbed his coat and made his way out the door.

“Sherlock—halt!” You yelled before walking over to him.

“Why are you leaving so quickly and with no goodbye?” You placed a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow whilst waiting for an answer.

“I’ve had a breakthrough; I need to go get John.” He responded as he bounced around, ready to run, in the spot in front of you.

“Mr. Holmes,” You flipped his collar up like he prefers it, “All I ask of you is; to give me a kiss every time you leave, so I can have you with me in some sort of way in case something were to happen to you.” You ran your hands down his coat then let them fall to your side.

“I’m sorry.” He bent down to reach your lips then gave you a smile when he pulled away.

“Thank you– now go, the world needs saving Sherlock.” He spun around on his heel and began down the stairs. “Oh and Mycroft wants you to call him!”

“Tell him I’m busy!” He yelled from the bottom of the stairs. You let out a laugh and headed straight to your phone. With Sherlock’s newest break through, you knew he wouldn’t be home until later. You and Mary had gotten very close, so surely a girls night was in plan.

“Sure, I’ll be right over! Ooo, do you have my favorite biscuits?”

“Always.“ You answered laughing.

"Give me ten minutes.” Hanging up you noticed how you were suddenly craving tea, so you put the kettle on. As the water heated you cleaned up then waited for Mary to show up.


“Hello!” You heard a voice call from the front room. Walking out of the one you were in, you were met by Mary’s smile.

“Come in, come in! Have a seat. Would you like a cuppa?” You took her coat and bag and placed them on the rack.

“Yes, please. It’s colder than usual today. And to think our men will be running around London in this weather.” She said laughing.

“Ohh, I’m sure they can handle it.” You replied also laughing. You went to get her some tea with biscuits and were humming while doing so. You were thrown off when you turned around and saw Mary giving you a big smile.

“What? Do I have something on me?” You asked.

“No.” She answered shaking her head with a smile.

“Then what is it?”

“You’re glowing.” She smiled.

“Oh, we’ll thank you.” You laughed.

“No Y/N, you’re glowing.” She stuck her head out and looked at you.

“I’m not pregnant.” You denied her accusations.

“Y/N, I know a mother when I see one.” Mary smiled at you while you thought about everything that has seemed out of ordinary.  

“Oh my god.” You sat down looking around the room. “How do I tell Sherlock?”

After Mary went home, you took a pregnancy test just to be sure and it was positive.

“This is for real.” You told yourself quietly.  Just a few minutes later Sherlock walked in so you went out to meet him.

“Hey.” You leaned on the door frame giving him a smile. “Did you solve the case?”

“Yes, as usual.” He smirked. He put his belongings down and looked at you again. Instantly he knew you were hiding something.

“Did something happen today?” He asked coming closer to you. You placed your hands on his face and gave him a kiss.

“Let’s sit down.” You followed right behind him and sat in the chair John would normally be in.

“So I’m just going to say it.”

“Mhmm.” His eyebrow lifted as curiosity set in.

“I’m pregnant…” You let out a deep breath. Sherlock didn’t move. He didn’t blink. For all you knew he wasn’t breathing. You sat there uncomfortable for the second time since meeting Sherlock. The first being when he told you your entire life story with just the way you smiled.

“Sherlock?” You put your head down to look in his eyes. “Are you alright? Do you want me to give you some space?”

“No.” He answered, shaking his head slowly.

“Ok, well I’m going to make some tea.” You got up and went to the kitchen. While you waited for the water, Sherlock came over and gave you a hug from behind.

“Oh– are you back, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?” You laughed turning around with his arms still around you.

“Think of all the cases he’ll be able to help me solve!” The detective looked around in thought, then to you.

“He’ll? You think it’s a boy?” You smirked.

“Well my mom did have two of them, it’s reasonable.”

“Oh lord, if he’s anything like you–”

“He’d be incredibly handsome, smart and love science.” Sherlock finished your sentence for you.

“Look out London.” You smiled giving out a slight laugh.

“There’s a new detective in town.” Sherlock grinned before bending down to kiss you.

Tom Holland Imagine

Imagine having an interview with Tom and you were making surprise calls to your fans.

“Hello?” Tom started to tap the microphone, making you giggle.

The headphones were placed upon your head one ear was off, the other one was on. Tom had the same style as you were, as you sat there, you could hear the heavy breathing of the fan you were calling.

“Helloooo?” Tom sang into the microphone.

“Is this Tom and Y/N?!” The fan finally spoke.

“Yeah, it is.” You smile, looking over at Tom.

“This isn’t real! No way!” She squeals.

“Sorry love, but it is real.” Tom smirks at you.

The fan lowers her phone and she screams really loud, you could still hear it. It was pretty loud, but not deafening loud. As she continued to scream with joy, you look over at Tom who already had his eyes on you. You two burst into laughter, he puts his hands over the microphone and leans towards you.

“I’m guessing she’s pretty excited to be talking to you.” Tom winks.

“Me? She’s speaking to spiderman right now. Maybe she’s happy she’s speaking with him.” You reply.

Tom uncovers the microphone and starts to call the girl back in. As she comes back onto the phone she tells you two her name and you two start to chat with her. She let out her fangirl and just started to rant on how much she loved you two.

“Your movie together is so amazing! I literally cried whenever it showed you two on scene! Can I ask you a question?” She asks.

“Shoot.” You say, getting ready to listen.

“Do you two love each other off screen? Because on screen is sure looks like it.” She says, hearing a faint giggle in the background.

You glance over at Tom and he looks at you. His whole face was turning into a shade of red, he sank into his chair and let out a big sigh. He starts to play with his fingers and continues to glance towards you. You look at him and blush really hard, your face was heating up pretty hot.

“I guess we do.” Tom replies, sitting back up.

The fan lowers the phone once again but this time it sounded like there was more than one person in the room. They started to scream with joy, you smiled at Tom and he returned the smile.

“O-T-P O-T-P!!” They started to cheer.

You bursted into laughter once again and looked at Tom who was still bright red. After they cheered they continued to chat with you than you told them goodbye and hung up the phone. You never really thought of Tom as more than a best friend, but that fan made you open your eyes. And realize how amazing Tom is.

Random Tomco head cannons 2

-Despite Tom being a prince Marco refuses any and all money Tom would offer; if he’s going to take Tom on a date it’s going to be with money hes earned. Consequently they usually go to a burger joint and eat fries and milkshake.

-Marco always has his compact mirror phone on hand because Tom thinks if he doesn’t pick up that Marco is in danger, and usually tares up the town only to find Marco on the couch tapping his belly like a drum.

-despite not understanding karate Tom always goes to cheer Marco on, and occasionally lights the bleachers on fire if he thinks someone is hurting Marco.

-consequently Tom is not allowed on the bleachers.

-Majority of the time Marco is little spoon whilst Tom is big spoon; toms arm is always draped over him and Marco hugs him like a pillow.

-to get ‘revenge’ for all the times Tom steals his hoody, Marco places his ice cold feet on toms legs when he gets into bed.

(Head canons I personally love)

-Tom is lean and tall, roughly 6'0 whilst Marco is chubby in the middle and thighs standing about 5'4.

things you said after we kissed

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Felicity could feel his warm breath stutter against her lips, the tip of his nose bumping her own. Her eyes were closed; she was afraid to open them and realize that this wasn’t happening. That all this time, all this build-up, had resulted in an over-grown imagination and little more. But, at the same time, she knew that they had come and gone from here, this place that always found them, too many times to count. And it never went where she wanted. Too many false starts, empty dreams, and unresolved hopes. 

Oliver’s thumb smooth up the arch of her cheek and tapped, lightly, next to her eye. “Felicity?” 


She could almost hear the smile in his voice. “Are you going to look at me?” 

She scrunched up her nose. “No.” 

He hummed. “Can I ask why?” 

She raised a hand, patted it up his chest and along his shoulder, and then followed his arm up, until her fingers reached his wrist and coiled around it. “Maybe if I don’t open them, nothing changes.”

“I’m kind of hoping something does change.” 

She shook her head, ever so slightly, not enough to dislodge his hand or draw herself too far from his mouth, but enough to get her meaning across. “If I open my eyes, and we do this, it stops. All of it. We’re good at this. At the beginning. It’s the other stuff, the middle and the end, that we trip over. So no, I just want to stay right here.” 

“I thought we were pretty good at the middle. Not perfect. A lot to improve on, definitely. But, we made it work… because we wanted it to work.” He sighed. “The end though, you’re right. We’re not good at endings.” His fingers stroked her hair back then, behind her ear, and then slid down her neck to rest on her shoulder. “So I propose, we don’t have one.” 

She lifted an eyebrow. “No ending?” 


“Sounds optimistic.” 

He laughed then, quick and rough. “Can’t say I’m usually accused of that, but, some things deserve optimism… and hope.” 

She cracked one eye open then, and looked up at him. “Yeah?” 

He grinned at her. “Yeah.” 

She took a deep breath, and reached up with her other hand, sliding her palm over his heart. “Okay.” 

“Okay?” He stared at her a beat.

“Oh. Right.” She opened her other eye, and then blinked a few times. “There.” 

He smiled. “Much better.”

And then he kissed her again, and she jumped in, feet first, eyes wide open.

Metal… toes?

For a second, Saitama just stares, breathless. He should be annoyed, or angry at himself, but Saitama is far too perplexed by the sight of Genos tucked behind his couch. The space is so cramped, and so dark all that he can see are the cyborg’s legs, curled up, and his bare, metal feet. It’s almost concerning.

Saitama hadn’t even noticed the kid back there. It didn’t occur to him to look. He would’ve run out the door again, not knowing that Genos had never left at all. Why didn’t he wake up when Saitama was looking for him?

“Genos?” Saitama asks, his voice far softer than he intended.

Saitama leans over, tapping gently on the black silicon-padded metal, and then running his finger over the fine arch of Genos’s foot. He can’t help but snort in amusement when Genos twitches in response and slides his foot away, curling up further into his hiding place, but apparently not waking.

For @guardiandae! :D
I’ve never tried to draw a perspective like this and there’s probably a million mistakes, but I hope you’ll like it ^^;

A soft melody starts to play in the room, and suddenly you feel self-conscious as people around you find a partner to dance with. Your eyes glance around the room for a familiar face, not quite used to being in such grand and large events, when you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you’re greeted by the sight of Zen and his warm smile. He places a hand over his rapidly beating heart, bending down slightly as he uses his other hand to take yours.

He gives you a sincere compliment on how you look before asking, “May I have this dance?”

Finally done! This was kinda pretty fun to do. I’d love to do more stuff like this if I get the chance.
Next To You | Jason Todd x OC

Title: Next To You

Pairing: Jason Todd x OC

Prompt: It’s your first time sleeping over at Jason’s place and his first time waking up to someone next to him.

Words: 916

Requested: Yes

POV: Third person

Warnings: Female OC


Jason rushed around the apartment making sure everything was clean and in it’s place. Whilst vacuuming he looked over at his flat mate and glared. Roy sat on the couch eating from a bag of chips, not caring about the crumbs that fell onto the seat that Jason had already cleaned.

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forfutureglory  asked:

For the resident angst writer, #32 for the prompts. Gimme *chokes on tears* gimme all you got.

Kit, I apologize for what you are about to read.

Eleven sat on the swings by the middle school, the place that had always been “their spot” since she came back seven years ago. Mike had asked her to meet him there but he was running late, as usual. She lazily swung back and forth, foot nervously tapping. There was something she needed to tell him, and tonight was as good as ever. Soon she heard Mike’s call and saw him jogging over, hair flopping as he went. After their customary kiss, she quickly spoke up.

“I have to talk to you about something.”

“I have to talk to you about something. Wait, let me go first.”

She let him, she could wait another minute. But then he got down on one knee in front of her and the world started spinning. She heard the rush of blood in her ears, so loud it drowned out what he was saying. Her heart ached, physically ached, and she pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth in an effort to keep from throwing up. This couldn’t be happening. But then he stopped talking and was looking at her expectantly and she knew what he was waiting for.

“I can’t,” She whispered.

He froze, just his eyes widening. He clearly wasn’t expecting this response.

“Is it because we’re still young?”

She shook her head, struggling not to look away.

“But…I love you. Don’t you want to be together?”

She sighed. “I’m leaving Hawkins. That’s what I wanted to tell you. I applied for the Peace Corps. And they accepted me. I leave in a couple months.”

“I’ll come with you,” he said, his voice cracking and making it sound like a question.

“No. I have to do this alone. For me. I can’t go from being the lab’s property to Hop’s daughter to Mike Wheeler’s wife. I have to be me.” She took a deep breathe, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“I am…suffocating in this relationship. Haven’t you noticed anything?

“I thought things were fine.”

“I know. Because they should be. Because you’re perfect and we’ve been together forever and nothing is wrong. But I feel like I’m drowning and…and I hate myself for it. But I need something else. And I need to be by myself.”

He was sitting on the ground at this point, just staring off at the slide. He didn’t know what to say. He always knew what to say.

“I have to do this,” she repeated.

She had to get out of there. She couldn’t look at him. As she stood from the swing, his voice came one more time.

“Will you come back to me?”

“I can’t promise that.” She refused to look back at him, refused to lose her nerve, to stay where things were safe and warm and…and not enough.

“I love you,” he softly said. She couldn’t say it back. Instead she walked briskly out of the park.

Sometimes things don’t happen the way you thought they would. And sometimes things aren’t the same as when you’re twelve years old.

She roughly wiped the tears from her cheeks and continued to walk into the night.

Tig Trager - Gun Kink

It was a normal afternoon at Club Reaper. The boys were all over the place and doing whatever it was they were doing. It was a pretty relaxed day. So relaxed actually that Tig was lounging on the couch next to his long time friend, (Y/N).

“Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”

She pipped up randomly as she sat there tapping on her smart phone. Tig raised a brow as he was nursing a beer as he had his arm thrown over the back of the couch. He looked at her in an odd manner before he gave a curious chuckle.

“Like what? I think you know more about me than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

She put her phone down and glanced over at him. Huffing she put the phone in her lap and pushed out her bottom lip a bit trying to think up of something.

“Okay, how about I go first?”

She offered. Tig gave a lazy shake of his head prior to pressing the tip of the bottle to his lips and sipping some

“Let’s see… I know. I’m afraid of guns.”

She said causing Tig to nearly choke on his drink and glanced at her as if she had two heads.


He snapped.

“You hang around a bunch of big bad bikers that run thousands of guns and you’re afraid of them?”

“I work with Bobby in bookkeeping! It’s not like I touch them, jeez!”

She said crossing her arms over her chest and scoffing and shaking her head. Glancing over at Tig she noticed that he had that smirk. It was that smirk that always caused some type of trouble. She knew it all too well.


She asked cautiously. He grinned showing his teeth and leaned over more toward her. She blinked wondering what he was planning. She could feel his hot breath on the shell of her ear that sent shivers down her spine.

“I have a gun kink.”

He said before he took her lobe in between his teeth and tugged lightly.

“Are you – you’re just making fun of mine!”

She yelped, shoving him back and away from her. But he didn’t laugh like he normally done when he was joking with her. She gulped, he couldn’t have been serious? He trailed his hand down her arm and grabbed her hand and went to stand up off the coucj, pulling her with him.

“What are you?”

She asked as she watched him take one more swig of the alcohol before sitting it down on the table at their feet. He didn’t say anything as he pulled her toward the back of the club house. Her mind was buzzing with what he was doing. She wanted to believe that he was taking her into the back to show her guns or something like that, but her heart rate and that little voice in the back of her head screamed differently.

Pushing open the door to the bedroom in the back of the Club he pulled her inside and closed the door behind him. Yelping as her back came in contact with the wall beside her she grabbed onto his kutte and opened her mouth to yell at him for being so rough, but he had other plans for her mouth.

His lips smashed down on top of hers. She gasped and took a deep breath in through her nose as Tig placed his hands on the side of her face, squishing hers against his.

His hands quickly left the sides of her face and trailed down to her pants and undid the button and zipper, pulling them and her underwear down around her ankles. She kicked her street shoes off and knocked her pants and panties off down her legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Then suddenly she became still and her eyes snapped open as she looked up at Tig.

 "N-No T-Tig!“

She whispers as he has her body pressed again the wall. Their breathing labored from each other’s lips. She could feel the cold steel against her exposed leg as Tig traveled the gun up the side of her leg and toward the waiting warmth. He looked at her with those bright blue eyes.

"Watch me, baby. Watch me.”

He hushed as her eyes tried to flicker down toward the gun that was between their bodies. She did as she was told and watched Tig intently as her heart continued to speed up the closer he go to her vigina.

She held her breath as she felt the coldness of the gun greeting the first wall as he slid it inside. She gasped out and clung to his kutte, closing her eyes and feeling as he pressed it slowly and deeply inside her.

“Yeah, that’s my girl.”

He hummed as he watched her “oh” face quickly replace the look of fear that she just wore. Of course Tig had made sure that the safety was on prior to pushing it inside her and he kept his finger away from the trigger as he played with her.

He licked his lips as he watched her withering before him and gasping making those sweet noises as he slowly moved the gun in and out of her.

“Tiiiiig – It’s so cold!!”

She moaned out causing him to chuckle. He undid his pants and pushed them down exposing his hardened dick.

“Well, let me warm you up then, baby.”

He said pulling the gun out of her and replacing it with his dick. She gasped and buried her head into his chest. Tig tossed the gun over onto the bed as a reminder to clean it well later so there wouldn’t be anything faulty with it thanks to the juices that were coated with it. Slipping his hands under her ass he raised her up and kept her pinned against the wall and thrusted up into her.

The breathless sounds that came from her we’re better than any sounds that he had heard from the crows that lingered around her. And she felt so damn nice and tight around him. Bobby had always told the guys that “Lady pussy” was different that it was nicer than anything else in the world, and Tig understood what he meant now.

“Fuck, baby.”

Tig groaned as he buried his face into her neck and shoulder as he thrusted into her roughly, making the pictures hanging on the wall around them onto bounce and one or two even fall off onto the floor.

She wrapped her legs and locked them around his waist as he moved faster and faster against her. His grunts mixed with her groans as he slammed into her.

The aftermath was a somewhat glow. She had never had such an amazing type of sex before. Laying down on the bed beside one another she turned her head and looked at Tig, who laid beside her with his eyes closed and one arm behind his head the other resting on her hip as his thumb stroked her naked skin softly.

“So, what other secrets do you have that I don’t know about?”

Tig asked, cracking open an eye and smirking at her slightly playfulness expression.

“I don’t think any others you need to know.”

Tig just belowed a laugh as he pulled her closer to his side and rested his chin on the top of her head, smiling all the while.

“You don’t seem to be all too afraid of guns anymore.”

“Shut up, Tig.”

TalesFromYourServer: I really just need to rant about the sheer lack of observational skills some people have.

I bartend at a local chain that has become a pretty serious staple to the area. When I tell people where I work, they get excited at the mere mention of the place. It’s pretty awesome, actually. We have never claimed to be authentic Mexican. There are GIGANTIC neon signs in the window advertising “Tacos” “Tequila” and mother fuckin “Whiskey”. We have 30 taps, ALL of which are constantly rotating craft microbrews, with the one exception being Pacifico. We have some bomb ass salsas, quesos and guacamoles as appetizers and the ONLY entree we have is tacos. Build your own tacos, at that. They’re seriously so good, I’ve been there over 2 years and still eat our food on the reg. Our owners value individuality in their staff, and as a result, the only dress code rules are no open toed shoes, because duh, no septum rings hanging out and no crop tops. Half of our staff (including myself) are heavily tattooed and have anything from dreads to colorful hair. So imagine my surprise when an entire group of people from the area had never even HEARD of us (I don’t buy it), claimed everything was great but upon receiving their bill were turned off because they were expecting an “authentic Mexican dinner”. IM SORRY, but what was your first hint that perhaps you’re not going to be dining as one would in Tijuana? Was it that your only choice is tacos (thousands upon thousands of choices, but yes, only tacos)? Was it the punk rock blasting from the speakers? The sign advertising our extensive selection of whiskey and bourbon? Or perhaps all the tattooed white kids pouring your drinks and serving the tables? I just. Don’t. Understand. Humans.

By: Donnie_Narco

30 More Minutes

Kim Jun-myeon/ Suho X Reader

I had a surprising amount of requests for a sequel to 30 Minutes considering it wasn’t super popular? Oh well, lol. I didn’t really know where I was going to go with this but I ended up taking the train to Smuttown and it was a one way ticket. Hopefully it’s what y’all wanted.  Start Here.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

My place is closer.

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  • *2.30am, 221B Baker Street*
  • Baby Holmes: *crying*
  • Sherlock: *pacing the flat, rocking his son; yawning* Alright...alright, you win! You can come with me on my cases.
  • Molly: *making coffee; scoffs* I don't think so.
  • Baby Holmes: *still crying*
  • Sherlock: *desperate* It's been an hour, Hamish *sighs* Fine, I'll buy you a car, you can play with John's gun...I'll even give you the entirety of Mycroft's liquor cabinet if you let Mummy and Daddy sleep.
  • Molly: *chuckles* I'd prefer for you to take him on your adventures *places his coffee on the table*
  • Sherlock: *rests Hamish on his shoulder; smirks* I knew you'd come around.
  • Baby Holmes: *snivelling*
  • Molly: *relieved* Oh, thank God. Don't move...I'll get some blankets *hurries to the bedroom*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes; to the baby* Thanks, son.
  • Baby Holmes: *falling asleep*
  • Molly: *returns wiht the blankets and baby monitor; sets them on the sofa* Be careful. Don't wake him up!
  • Sherlock: *gently lowers to the sofa; sighs* Oh, I'll be fine, don't worry about me. Excessive time spent sleeping on the sofa, not to mention supporting our tiny human-
  • Molly: *kisses his forehead* I'll massage you in the morning. Fair?
  • Sherlock: Mmmm.
  • Molly: *ruffles his hair* Happy Anniversary, handsome.
  • Sherlock: *sleepy* Happy Anniversary.

moon-jongups-thighs  asked:

Was there a reason people were attacking Kihyun?? Did he do something??

he didn’t do anything it’s more like people are attacking him because they are angry that he has the majority of the lines in monsta x songs? yesterday on the mx chat on v app i saw “fans” calling him a snake, r*t, etc. because of this. and to add onto this, the album preview came out and many pointed out how it seems like it’s just all kihyun and it’s just like??? the thing is he’s the main vocalist so it makes sense that he has more lines and also he doesn’t decide how many lines he gets or the other members get??? honestly i feel like this issue with kihyun is more than just about the line distribution but that’s another conversation for another time.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

You’d never seen someone have a heart attack before, although you figure that right now, you might be watching your boyfriend have one right on top of your mattress as you sat across from him, trying to read.

‘What the fuck do you mean ‘It’s not good for the baby’...baby?! What fucking baby-’

‘Hey hey hey, it was a joke! You were bouncing too much and it was annoying me. I’m the baby…I didn’t think you’d get so offended by the idea of a baby, never mind a joke about one.’

‘Well we’re hardly ready eh? I think i’d like to live my life out before it’s ruined by some brat in a highchair screaming and shitting all over the place.’

He’s fuming now, pushing himself off of the bed and over to the cupboard where a mountain of his clothes lay, only adding to the pile as he rips off his shirt and finds a new one, clutching his phone and tapping out a message to god knows who at this time.

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Imagine Joker deciding to show up at your school and pick you up

You were tapping your pencil silently, twiddling it at you stared out of the window, praying that you could leave. This place was terrible. There were thousands of people here, and every second you stayed here, you couldn’t help but feel as if your life has been played over a thousand times.

Teacher: Today we will be learning on how to categorize-


All of a sudden, by the sight of him, even with his hair a normal brunette, makeup removed and tattoos covered, everyone was still aware of who he was. A sync of screams erupted to the whole room as everyone collapsed under their desk except for me. Cocking his head teasingly, Joker grinned at me.

Joker: Honey, don’t I get a hug? 

Y/N: I would hug you, but you did just give away my normal life…I love you though!

Joker: I love you too, puddin. And hey, at least no more school! I’ll teach you how to earn living, let’s go rob a bank! Or two. Or we could get out of here before I get shot at.

Y/N: Yeahhh, that’s be nice. And no more waking up early every morning!

Request:Can u do a Leto joker imagine where reader is super shy and quite young (17 or 18 but still in high school) and J has to pick her up during class and everyone finds out that they r together 

Quirks of MBTI: INTP Edition

As told by an ENFP and ISFJ (based on our friends) Male #1

  • Smirks and shakes head a lot (legit smirking guys)
  • Tilts head in place of asking a question
  • Rocks on feet
  • Hands in pockets
  • Looks around often (soaks in environment)
  • Taps feet when annoyed (which is all the time)
  • Sits hunched over with elbows resting on knees 
  • Incapable of understanding the time travel theory in Looper

okay but imagine the harry potter series exactly as is but with the voldemort from AVPM instead. imagine everyone freaking out over the return of a tap dancing voldemort with really good abs. imagine all of the urgent, somber speeches where the trio are sure they won’t make it out of the fight this time. cut to the climactic fight and voldemort is just kind of sighing wistfully, wondering what quirrell is up to right now, and harry and co. have these intense battle faces on but voldemort is too busy fantasizing about being back at home playing video games while quirrell reads his boring books to remember why he was there in the first place. imagine the hug between voldemort and draco, except instead of being awkward voldy tackles the kid in a fricking bear hug of affection and suddenly draco is conflicted because he still doesn’t want to be a death eater but damn Voldemort gives some good hugs and he really needs more of those. and imagine the humourless, super serious death eaters, imagine lucius fricking malfoy, pledging to devote their entire evil existence to a man who entrusted a piece of his very soul and the key to his immortality to a poster of zac efron


He awoke to the huge, insect like creatures looming over his bed and screamed his lungs out. They hastily left the room and he stayed up all night, shaking and wondering if it had been a dream.

The next morning, there was a tap on the door. Gathering his courage, he opened it to see one of them gently place a plate filled with fried breakfast on the floor, then retreat to a safe distance. Bewildered, he accepted the gift. The creatures chittered excitedly.

This happened every day for weeks. At first he was worried they were fattening him up, but after a particularly greasy breakfast left him clutching his chest from heartburn, they were replaced with fresh fruit. As well as cooking, they poured hot steamy baths for him and even tucked him in when he went to bed. It was bizarre.

One night, he awoke to gunshots and screaming. He raced downstairs to find a decapitated burglar being devoured by the insects. He was sickened, but disposed of the remains as best he could. He knew they had just been protecting him.

One morning the creatures wouldn’t let him leave his room. He lay down, confused but trusting as they ushered him back into bed. Whatever their motives, they weren’t going to hurt him.

Hours later a burning pain spread throughout his body. It felt like his stomach was filled with razor wire. The insects chittered as he spasmed and moaned. It was only when he felt a terrible squirming feeling beneath his skin that he realised the insects hadn’t been protecting him. They had been protecting their young.

When John comes back to 221B, one of the first things Sherlock notices is how the silence vanishes. Of course, they never were talkative all the time. They still had their quiet moments, when Sherlock would play his violin and John would type away on his blog, both perfectly content in the other’s company- separate but not apart. Moments when Sherlock, without realising, would drift off on the couch, and wake either covered in a blanket or to a gentle shake on the shoulder from John: “Sorry. C’mon, to bed with you, you’ll get a crick in your neck like that.”

But, the quiet is different from the silence. When John left, it was all too silent. Sherlock was suffocated by the echoing emptiness of the place.

Now though, oh, now, now, John is back, John is home. And Sherlock will relish every sound of John’s keyboard tap-tapping, every Bond marathon, every stupid, giggly conversation over takeaway.

He will hover in the doorway, listening to John singing in the shower. He will bite back a gentle, fond laugh at every mis-pitched note, and smile as John repeatedly chooses the most romantic of songs: Two… drifters… off to see the world…

The quiet is banished for good. That’s what all these amazing, fantastic, things tell Sherlock. John is back, John is here to stay, John is home.

Homebound (K.H)

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“Y/N, when is Kenny coming home?” Capri asks, leaning her head against the kitchen counter with a long sigh. “He hasn’t been home in ages.”

“I know he hasn’t, Ri, but he’s out in California with Wes, mainly, and the other guys working on his music.” I place the glass of apple juice in front of her and stand against the counter. “He comes back home as often as he can, but he’s just really busy.”

Bria taps her pencil on the marble and looks over at me. “Don’t you miss him?”

I smile and nod. “Of course I miss him, I just learnt how to deal with him not being here all the time.”

Not having any physical contact with your boyfriend of a year is pretty heavy. Yes, I have the mental support from him when I need it and he’s such a sweetheart! He’s literally so perfect when it comes to that. But I miss the feeling of being cuddled up in his arms and his hands being tangled in my hair so much.

“How did you do that?”

“I call and video chat him a lot, and he always texts me when he’s got a free moment.”

“Can we call him now? Please, Y/N!” Capri asks, prying her hands together in a pray motion with a big, sad pout on her lips.

Damn the Holland kids and their adorableness.

I unlock my phone, “I can certainly try, but I can’t be sure that he’s going to pick up on the first call.” And I go into the calls app.

“Do it!”

“What are we doing?” London suddenly asks as she enters the room, holding her phone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Calling Kenneth.” I smile, pressing onto the most recent contact and putting it onto speaker. “Where’s Camry?”

London takes a seat in front of me, next to her sisters. “Upstairs doing her homework in her room, she wanted to be alone to do it in peace. Said she has a headache.”

The phone rings for a few seconds, the same, overbearing, monotonous ringing blaring from the speaker is cut off by a high pitched greeting from my boyfriend, shadowed by a giggle.

“Hi, babe, I can’t really talk right now,” His voice was deep and heavy through the speaker.

I raise my eyebrows and look over at the expecting and excited girls in front of me, all they want is to talk to their older brother. Is it really that much to ask for? I have to at least try for them. “Capri and Bria wanted to talk to you-”

“Tell them I said hi, got to-” When I look over the girls, I see the younger ones faces dropping a little bit and catch London rolling her eyes. She seems like she’s used to it?

“Kenny, what the hell is going on?”

“I’m really busy, babe, I really need to hang up.”

Something is definitely wrong.

“Too busy for your own sisters? Okay, Ken.” I press on the screen, getting ready to end the call at a seconds notice.

“I literally cannot hear a word you’re saying?”

“Then you better be glad you can’t hear what I’m thinking,” I mutter and shake my head. London scoffs out a laugh. “Go be busy then.”

“Y/N, babe,”

“Bye, Ken.”

And I hung up.

All I could hear was female voices and girly giggles. Is he cheating on me or something? Obviously he isn’t, Kenny’s too honest to do that, but what the hell was he doing? He normally ditches whatever he’s doing for a few minutes to talk to me or his family every time he gets a call, so what makes today different?

“Y/N, what happened?” Capri asks after a moment of silence. I look up from the floor and smile at her. I have to put on a brave face for the girls. “Is Kenny not happy?”

“Kenny is happy, Ri, he’s just busy with his music again, don’t you worry.”

Should I be worrying?


Two hours later and I was still at the Holland household because Mr and Mrs Holland wanted to go out on a well deserved date. Well, they were adamant on staying home for the night, but London and I managed to convince them to go out and enjoy themselves. I even offered to stay as long as they needed me to, to make sure that the girls were fine and there was no hassle.

I did receive a text from Kenny about an hour after I hung up. It said he was sorry about what happened on the phone and he apologises to his sisters and that he’ll be home soon to comfort us all. I don’t know what he meant entirely, but I didn’t bother to answer or text back.

I move into the living room with a tray full of steaming mugs of hot chocolate, a bowl of strawberries and a can of whipped cream. I set the tray down on the coffee table in front of the four girls. “Madison is coming over in a little while, she said she’s bringing someone with her.”

Camry is the first to reach forward and grab a hot mug and overloading it with cream. Bria looks over at me with a confused look. “Did she say who?”

“Nope, it’s probably Julia or Taylor or another one of her friends.” I shrug and take a seat on the end of the sofa - where I always used to sit and cuddle with my boyfriend - next to Capri.

London creatively swirls the whipped cream onto her drink and speaks whilst concentrating on decorating her drink which is only going to be existing for the next two minutes. “She never normally brings friends round…”

I purse my lips and shrug my shoulders. “She was very vague on the phone, she sounded like she was rushing. I guess we just have to wait and find out.” Madison sounded a little bit like Kenny did earlier, the way she was rushing and hushed when she called me. I don’t know what’s up but I’m sure that I’ll find out, sooner or later.

It’s barely even 3 minutes after I announce Madison coming over before she walks through the front door and comes strutting into the living room with an excited grin on her face. And before anyone can ask her who she brought along, the front door slams closed and an energetic voice calls,

“Honey! I’m home!” Just about as cliché as he can get. The four other Holland girls are suddenly off of the couch and running out into the hall to greet their brother.

How did I not see this coming? How the hell was I so oblivious? I am mentally stabbing myself for being so stupid.

Madison stands behind me with a sneaky smile. “You didn’t expect this, did you?”

“How the hell did he pull it off?” I ask, resting a hand on the top of my head. “He can never lie to me! He always ends up cracking!”

“He said he missed home and he wanted to surprise everyone, and I, being the wise and smart sister, helped him pull it off.” She grabs my hand and pulls me off of the couch and onto my sock covered feet, “Believe me, it was hard, but we did it! Are you surprised?”

“Yes!” I grin and allow Madison to pull me out of the room. I can hear Capri’s happy giggles as she most likely grips onto her only brothers legs. “I honestly thought that me and him were going to argue after what happened this morning.”

“He just got in to the airport and there were a few fans there and he and the guys got mobbed.”

The guys? Which guys? “Wait, what?”

“Sam, Nate and Wes.” She clears up and let’s go of my hand when we leave the carpeted area and meet the polished wood floor. “They came with him because they wanted to meet you but they’re at a hotel, wanted to give you two lovebirds some time alone.”

That’s pretty cute, I have to admit. I know that the boys have become a big part of Kennys life recently and they seem like they’re really nice guys from what I’ve heard from my gushing boyfriend.

“Well, go on Y/N, go greet your boyfriend.”

As soon as I started walking towards my smiling boy, his sisters instantly walked away, back into the living room where they will ‘discreetly’ watch us reunite by standing in the doorway and awing and cooing at our adorable relationship.

There in Kenny’s hands were a bouquet of bright pink flowers, neatly wrapped with a bow around the stems. He holds his arms out for me to walk into with a sappy smile on his adorable face. I skip into his arms without even a second thought, throwing my arms around his torso and clasping my hands together around his back. His arms move around my shoulders and hug my head.

My God, I’ve missed being in his arms more than I thought. I missed him so bad that I actually started crying.

“Babe, why are you crying?” He chuckles with his lips pressed against my hair. “I haven’t even gotten a chance to see that pretty smile of yours and you’re already crying on me.”

“Shut up,” I laugh, lightly slapping his back. “I just missed you. A lot.”

“I missed you too, but I’m not crying about it.”

“Don’t be an ass, just hug me.”

He pulls himself a few inches away from my body, trailing his fingers down my jaw to my chin. His bright eyes shine down into mine, he lifts my chin up and pulls my puffy face away from the safety of his chest. Kenny leans down and swiftly pressing his pale lips against my own rosy ones. “Anything for my lady.”