that was my favourite line of the night

Honesty hour: Ask me anything and ill be 100% honest, all questions answered.

PUT A NUMBER IN MY ASK!” (all answered q will be permanently posted in my dash)

1.Who was the last person you held hands with?
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
4. Are you easy to get along with?
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
15. What good thing happened this summer?
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
19. Do you like bubble baths?
20. Do you like your neighbors?
21. What are you bad habits?
22. Where would you like to travel?
23. Do you have trust issues?
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
26. What do you do when you wake up?
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
30. Do you ever want to get married?
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
33. Spell your name with your chin.
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
40. What do you want to do after high school?
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?
43. Do you smile at strangers?
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
46. What are you paranoid about?
47. Have you ever been high?
48. Have you ever been drunk?
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
53. Favourite makeup brand?
54. Favourite store?
55. Favourite blog?
56. Favourite colour?
57. Favourite food?
58. Last thing you ate?
59. First thing you ate this morning?
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
62. Been arrested? For what?
63. Ever been in love?
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
65. Are you hungry right now?
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
67. Facebook or Twitter?
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
69. Are you watching tv right now?
70. Names of your bestfriends?
71. Craving something? What?
72. What colour are your towels?
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
75. Favourite animal?
76. What colour is your underwear?
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
80. What colour pants?
81. Favourite tv show?
82. Favourite movie?
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
87. First person you talked to today?
88. Last person you talked to today?
89. Name a person you hate?
90. Name a person you love?
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
92. In a fight with someone?
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
95. Last movie you watched?
96. Favourite actress?
97. Favourite actor?
98. Do you tan a lot?
99. Have any pets?
100. How are you feeling?
101. Do you type fast?
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
103. Can you spell well?
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
108. What should you be doing?
109. Is something irritating you right now?
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
111. Do you have trust issues?
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
113. What was your childhood nickname?
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
115. Do you play the Wii?
116. Are you listening to music right now?
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
118. Do you like Chinese food?
119. Favourite book?
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
121. Are you mean?
122. Is cheating ever okay?
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
125. Do you believe in true love?
126. Are you currently bored?
127. What makes you happy?
128. Would you change your name?
129. What your zodiac sign?
130. Do you like subway?
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
134. Can you count to one million?
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
137. How tall are you?
138. Curly or Straight hair?
139. Brunette or Blonde?
140. Summer or Winter?
141. Night or Day?
142. Favourite month?
143. Are you a vegetarian?
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
145. Tea or Coffee?
146. Was today a good day?
147. Mars or Snickers?
148. What’s your favourite quote?
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line

You.
You are messy hair and shy smiles,
deep voice and drunk nights alone,
silenced thoughts and rushed words,
blurry lines and my new favourite song.

You are a satellite image of a city from high up above,
vast, but oh so beautiful.

You are made of starry winter skies and warm jumpers,
homemade candles and fairy lights,
unfinished art projects and splattered paint.

You are false hope, envy, blissful ignorance,
her love and not mine.
You are warmth and sunlight in a dark room,
laughter and butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

Me.
I think I’m in love with you.
Hope that’s okay.

—  carlinrose 

major-trouble  asked:

You need to tell that story immediately.

The Colin Mochrie story? Gladly. This is a good story.

So I go to this college, and it can best be described as a little weird. It desperately wants to be Cambridge, but it’s not Cambridge, so it takes out its frustration with not being Cambridge on weird collective mockeries of Cambridge stuff. So far so good.

One of these weird mockeries is the debate club.

It’s hard to even properly call the Literary Institute a debate club - it is a club, and it does debates, but the debates are 100% stand-up comedy in a parliamentary format and the other half is bullshit pantomiming. For instance, every year at matriculation, the club drunkenly rushes the stage, interrupts the ceremony, and calls everyone in the audience a horse’s ass (occasionally while quoting Dune). It also puts on a yearly event called ‘Tuck-Ins’, in which people in the dorms can sign up (or sign their friends up) to have the entire LIT burst into their room, give them bedtime snacks, give them bedtime beer, sing some bedtime songs, and tell them a bedtime story. Except, the LIT never does anything seriously, so the bedtime song was always Barrett’s Privateers and the bedtime story was almost always something we called ‘The Rat Story’. Let me tell you about the Rat Story.

The Rat Story was a piece of… literature… that a LIT member dragged out of the dregs of the internet many years ago. Nobody knows where it came from, and my efforts to find it again were unsuccessful, but good lord, it was bad. It was a page-and-a-half-long Hermione/Wormtail (rat form) smut fic and it was awful. So awful. I’m cringing just thinking about it. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever read, and at this point I basically know it by heart. We read it aloud, from the poorly worded introduction to its horrible closing line (AND HE SCAMPERED AWAY WET! STUNNED! AND THRILLED!) dozens of times in a single night to unsuspecting students. It was an experience.

Now you might be wondering how Colin Mochrie fits into this.

So, one of the other things my college does powerfully and often is pretension. We are the most pretentious college you will ever see, and our college clubs are proof positive of this. Every year, various college clubs send out dozens of official-sounding letters inviting our various favourite well-known-people to attend our meagre college events (I, as president of the James Bond Society, personally invited Barack Obama, Sean Connery, and the Queen to our AGM). However, this year the Comedy Club was riding particularly high, and it sent out quasi-sincere invitations to speak to a variety of Canadian comedians.

And Colin Mochrie showed up, one fateful Tuck-Ins night.

He gave a talk, which was very good, but noticed as the talk finished that many students were rushing away to something in an awful hurry. We explained that it was the night of Tuck Ins, an important and sacred college tradition and that

We would be delighted if he would join us.

And that, my friends, is the story of how I found myself crammed in a dorm room with 20 other people, listening to Colin Mochrie describe Peter Pettigrew’s rat boner to a couple of second years who had no idea what they were getting into.

ASK ME ANY OF THESE.. IM SUPER BORED!!

Ask me any of these I’m super bored 

—  ask me a number..

1. Who  was the last person you held hands with?
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
4. Are you easy to get along with?
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
15. What good thing happened this summer?
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
19. Do you like bubble baths?
20. Do you like your neighbors?
21. What are you bad habits?
22. Where would you like to travel?
23. Do you have trust issues?
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
26. What do you do when you wake up?
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
30. Do you ever want to get married?
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
33. Spell your name with your chin.
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
40. What do you want to do after high school?
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?
43. Do you smile at strangers?
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
46. What are you paranoid about?
47. Have you ever been high?
48. Have you ever been drunk?
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
53. Favourite makeup brand?
54. Favourite store?
55. Favourite blog?
56. Favourite colour?
57. Favourite food?
58. Last thing you ate?
59. First thing you ate this morning?
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
62. Been arrested? For what?
63. Ever been in love?
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
65. Are you hungry right now?
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
67. Facebook or Twitter?
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
69. Are you watching tv right now?
70. Names of your bestfriends?
71. Craving something? What?
72. What colour are your towels?
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
75. Favourite animal?
76. What colour is your underwear?
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
80. What colour pants?
81. Favourite tv show?
82. Favourite movie?
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
87. First person you talked to today?
88. Last person you talked to today?
89. Name a person you hate?
90. Name a person you love?
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
92. In a fight with someone?
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
95. Last movie you watched?
96. Favourite actress?
97. Favourite actor?
98. Do you tan a lot?
99. Have any pets?
100. How are you feeling?
101. Do you type fast?
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
103. Can you spell well?
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
108. What should you be doing?
109. Is something irritating you right now?
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
111. Do you have trust issues?
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
113. What was your childhood nickname?
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
115. Do you play the Wii?
116. Are you listening to music right now?
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
118. Do you like Chinese food?
119. Favourite book?
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
121. Are you mean?
122. Is cheating ever okay?
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
125. Do you believe in true love?
126. Are you currently bored?
127. What makes you happy?
128. Would you change your name?
129. What your zodiac sign?
130. Do you like subway?
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
134. Can you count to one million?
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
137. How tall are you?
138. Curly or Straight hair?
139. Brunette or Blonde?
140. Summer or Winter?
141. Night or Day?
142. Favourite month?
143. Are you a vegetarian?
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
145. Tea or Coffee?
146. Was today a good day?
147. Mars or Snickers?
148. What’s your favourite quote?
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first  line on that page?

Yuri On Ice Cosplayers in Rome

An Adventure by LittleChubbyYuuri

Today, 9 April, I went to Romics! The first italian comics exhibition of the year; it tooks place in Rome and even if it is not the biggest, is one of the most important!

My main mission?

Found EVERY YURI ON ICE COSPLAYER

(screams Gonna catch them all!!! from far away)

Originally posted by ommanyte

Well, My smartphone was charged, I won my anxiety to ask “Can I took a photo?”, and arrived at the fair safe… essentially I was ready… 

 it would be perfect but only for one little particular: the yoi cosplayers were unreachable. 

At the point that after hours and hours of furious researchs, I WAS GIVING UP… they were nowhere and I was too exhausted.

Originally posted by ffsillkms

So with sadness in my heart I stopped to search for them. I parted from my friends and went to a signature session of my favourite author (see her art, and buy her comics she is divine

When Suddenly, while I was waiting in the line, an AMAZING (Wild) Eros Yuuri appeared in front of me. 

I forgot about the signature and went to ask for a photo.

Don’t look at my ugly face plz

Cosplay by: Mark Darkrose

After that the hope returns.

 the italian community can not delude me and I continued my research.

With my enormous enchantment I found even a cute Yurio!

I couldn’t be happier…

 when THEY … THEY MADE THEIR APPEARANCE.

THE DAY AND NIGHT VERSION OF YUURI AND VIKTOR FROM @beanpots AU!

Cosplay by @yuuri29

Originally posted by sawumura

But what about Viktor? —-> I was lucky at the end of the day, here a savage Viktor who appeares in his magnificent  near the exit .

At this point my day was over. I had to go BUT they were all fucking AMAZING and made me so happy.

Mission completed, Roger… mission completed.

I think is awesome that the Yuri On Ice italian community is so active!!!


Bonus: I even bought some merchandise!  … is it obvious that I love this Artwork????

And at the end I had the sign

The Hardest Goodbye

Request: ‘You should write a reggie x reader where they’re dating and Reggie has to leave riverdale for good because of school or something and its really sad, like a homage to Ross Butler. Make me cry’ 

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Warnings: none, this is the fluffiest shit I’ve ever written

Word count: 3316

A/N: I really tried with this one, I knew I needed to write this as soon as I got the request. P.S Ross Butler will always be the best Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by meu-papel-de-carta

(also before y’all come for me I know this gif’s from 13 rw, but I thought it was cute ok)




I awoke this morning feeling as grey as the cloud covered sky outside my window. The day had finally arrived, the day I’d been dreading for weeks. It was the day Reggie Mantle would be moving away from Riverdale, for good. 

It was exactly 1 month and 3 days ago when he told me he’d been offered a place at a prestigious football based school. I was over the moon for him, I remember feeling so proud. My boyfriend was going to be a famous athlete.

 That was until he told me that this school happened to be halfway across the country. Then the pride was replaced with a feeling of nausea, and it had stuck with me every day since.

I tried my best to be supportive and not let him know that with every passing day my heart broke a little more, I became an expert at putting up a front. I did this because I could tell how much he really wanted to go by the way his eyes would light up each and every time he spoke about it. Sometimes I’d slip up with my facade and he’d always be able to tell. “Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll skype every day and I’ll come visit you. I promise”. He would say over and over again. I’d always just nod and smile and pretend that this would be enough.

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Psycho - Part 3

Originally posted by huffingtonpost

Justin POV

“Hey doctor?”

The line cracked, a few rustling noises heard before finally, someone cleared their throat and began “Mr Bieber, how are you today?”

I sighed, “Good, good. Look, I’m in a rush right now but I needed to talk to you about my wife and these pills.” I explained. 

Dr Copic was silent for a second. “What about them?” 

“She’s still seeing this man outside the window, but there just isn’t anyone there!  I don’t think these pills are working.”

Once again, the line fell silent, and I was left pondering on what he could possibly suggest next while I ran around my room in search of my car keys. But soon, he spoke up. “Up her dosage to two pills a night. see if that works.”

Y/N POV

“Hey baby where are you?!” Justin’s voice seemed to echo throughout the entirety of the house, bouncing off every tile as I sat silently by the window. 

Over the past couple of weeks the window seat had easily become my favourite spot in the house. And in my free time, I always seemed to find myself in the same place, staring out the glass pane, reflecting on everything so far.

The figure my mind continued to present was in no ways gone. I still saw him every night, lingering around the window like a bad smell. He always seemed to do the same thing, play with his knife while staring deep into my eyes.

Though he only seemed to appear at night, the sun was quickly sinking far beyond the horizon, and I feared tonight dearly. Tonight Justin was going to pick his mother up from the airport considering she decided to come and stay for a little while.

That means, I was too be home alone for a couple of hours. By myself with nothing but my crazed mind.

Justin’s heavy steps were fast approaching, becoming louder with each one. He neared rather quickly and before I knew it was standing behind me with both hands on either of my shoulders.

“Hey baby girl, my mom is just about to land.” He announced. Each of his hands began circling my shoulders, massaging the tense muscles into a heavenly bliss, I sighed in relief at the godfull feeling. “I’m gonna go pick her up.”

“So soon?” 

Justin chuckled. “It’s nearly seven o’clock. She lands at six forty five. I’m running late. Are you sure your going to be alright on your own for a few hours?”

And although I wanted nothing more but to scream ‘No! Stay home with me and forget about your mother!’ 

I just couldn’t. One reason being because I loved pattie and was very excited to see her. “Yeah. I’ll be right here when you get back.” 

Justin smiled “Alright, see you soon baby.” And with a soft kiss placed upon my lips, he was rushing for the door in a pair of baggy sweats and oversized tee.

The click of the lock was heard from a little ways behind, Justin’s car engine soon followed the sound and revved slightly as he reversed out the driveway, but soon began fading into the distance as he drove further down the street.

I sighed. 

My head fell low once again, reminiscing his lips on mine. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. My mind just seemed to love playing tricks on me, and although I knew they weren’t real, doesn’t mean they didn’t scare me.

But what was I to do sitting here for the next two hours waiting for my husband and mother-in-law? Might aswell do something productive.

Gracefully, I slid my body off the couch, gliding further until my toes hit the carpet. A meal would be best, something for the two to come home too. 

So I began my descent over to the kitchen. And I was near footsteps from the entrance when suddenly. 

CLASH, CLATTER!

My body jumped back, head swaying along to glance around the room. 

What the holy hell was that?!

CLANK!

Once again I was found twisting in position. My heart pounding against my chest, threatening to jump out of my body and into my hands, unsteady rhythms having it jumping ever so second. 

I felt tears brimming along the edges of my eyes, and I took a second to step back and calm down. 

It’s all in my head. I told myself. It’s not real.

BANG!

Its all in my head!

Footsteps were suddenly heard, approaching from somewhere nearby. The echo it created had me spinning in place, it sounded like it was emitting from everywhere and I couldn’t quite pinpoint the source.

I was terrified beyond explanation. Though as much as I wanted to run and hide - curl into a ball somewhere safe, my body forced me to stay. It wasn’t real!

“Y/N …” A voice so deep, ferocious and terrifying sang about - mocking and teasing my head beyond. I was balling at this point, body racking in sobs but I ceased to move. 

My arms wrapped around my body protectively, head lolling to the side. Dr Copic told me to fight my mind, so I was going to do so.

And that’s when the man - the one in the mask I had seen everyday for the past months suddenly emerged from the kitchen, creeping ever so slowly with the similar knife gripped in his hands. 

 It was impossible to tell, but my mind imagined the man smirking behind the barrier of plastic, amused by everything present. I continued to cry but ceased to move, instead closing my eyes in fear. 

“Your not real.” I whispered. 

But each footstep was growing louder. This felt real.

“Your not real.” I spoke louder. 

He wasn’t real. Right?

finally, I opened my eyes, nearly jumping at the sight of the man just a mere few footsteps away, he was approaching and approaching fast.

“Your not real.” I repeated. “Your not real.” 

“Your not real.” It was becoming a chant yet the man spoke nothing. He crept closer and closer, and was now less then a foot away. He stood in front of me, ravaging in his pocket for something just out of reach.

THIS WASN’T REAL!

It just couldn’t be. 

“Y-Your not real.” I sobbed once again.

And I watched as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, a syringe of some sort curled firmly between his fingers, his thumb resting upon the butt of the plunger ready to strike. 

My mind was messed up, why would it imagine something like this?

“Your not real.” I continued chanting. 

Slowly, the man brushed a few strands of my hair back, running a hand along the nape of my neck. He slowly caressed up the side of my neck, resting upon my cheekbone for a mere second before drawing the syringe back. And I watched in fright as he suddenly dashed it forward, stabbing it against my neck at full force.

It felt so real!

“Your not real.” I cried. Seemingly, I became drowsy. And my legs became weak like jello below. 

I felt my knees give way, eyes drooping slightly as I hit the ground harshly, yet I still managed to mutter “Your not real. Your not real.” 

The man stepped forward, squatting down to once again, brush a piece of hair away from my face. And in a similarly, mocking way, lifted up his finger toward his masked lips, this time creating a “shh.” sound.

And thats when I finally realised. 

“No. You are real.” 

And then I was out.

James always feels guilty and hates himself everytime he has a flashback or PTSD episode – anon

Hope you enjoy, darlings. Jen.

Q was sat opposite, looking distressingly calm.

Bond, meanwhile, was waking up; it always felt like waking up, like he had been asleep or just gone. The only difference was that his throat was hoarse and his hands bloody from where his nails had been digging into the palms of his hands, his body aching and headache throbbing viciously in his temples.

“Welcome back. Are you okay?”

Bond stared at Q. Q looked exhausted, hair sticking up at bizarre angles and clothing rumpled. “Are you?”

“Oh, fine,” Q shrugged. “You were having a bad one though – I was quite worried for a while, you were hyperventilating.”

Bond’s jaw had stiffened into a tight line. “I repeat: are you alright?”

“And I repeat: yes, you bloody idiot, I’m fine, but I wasn’t in the middle of a serious panic attack about thirty seconds ago.”

“You can’t pretend this doesn’t affect you.”

“James, please,” Q asked tiredly. “We’ve been through this several times before. I don’t care. It’s not my favourite thing to happen in the middle of the night, but I’m kind of used to it, and I love you. The only thing that upsets me is seeing you in so much pain.”

Bond still looked utterly mutinous; Q knew that expression, knew full bloody well that Bond wouldn’t believe a word of it. He never did. The difficulty was stopping Bond trying to be a martyr.

“Please, James…”

“What happened?”

Q kept his expression carefully tailored. “You lashed out, I got myself out of the way. Thrashed around for a bit, hyperventilated, you didn’t respond to my voice at all so I let you tire yourself out. And now here we are. I’m absolutely fine. Mostly tired and could do with a cuddle.”

Bond was still practically frozen; Q sighed, reached out.

To his surprise, Bond didn’t pull away.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, so quietly, almost inaudibly. “It’s only a matter of time.”

“The more you reiterate that, the more likely it becomes,” Q pointed out. “We need to get you some help. Proper help. I know that isn’t necessarily what you want to hear, but…”

“… okay.”

Q stopped. Eyebrow furrowed. “What?”

“Okay. To getting help. I’ll get help.”

“But you hate the idea.”

Bond shot a wry smile in his direction. “Yes, but I love you more than I hate the idea.”

After a moment trying to get his sleepy brain to understand, Q’s smile erupted into something utterly beaming and – in spite of everything – Bond mimicked.

“You love me.”

Bond raised an eyebrow. “Of course I love you, you idiot,” he replied fondly, and held Q closer, so close it smothered the dreams, even if only for a moment.

cybersinner  asked:

I'm in the middle of finals week (ugh), do you think you could do some lazy day headcanons for McCree and his S/O

I would be honoured!! McCree is my absolute favourite and I’m currently dealing with a tough breakup right now so I needed this as well. Thank you!


  • On days like this, changing out of pyjamas was almost illegal
  • It was probably around 2 PM before both of you decided to roll out of bed, that was of course after the two of you had previously spent 3 hours cuddling and refusing to move even an inch.
  • All American breakfast? Obviously. McCree’s rustic cooking skills never failed to impress you as you tried to learn along the way
  • Whilst he’d finish up n the kitchen, you’d put on your favouite movie and pull out multiple blankets and pillows.
  • Jesse would come in with two plates and sigh as he saw your grinning face as you sat there surrounded by soft things.
        ~ “Darl, you’ve watching this movie three times this week alone!”
        ~ “I know but it’s my favourite
  • You’d curl up against him as you enjoy binge watching old classic movies, laughing when he’d quote the odd line or sing along quietly.
  • Take out later that night seemed to be tradition on days like this
  • However the two of you would groan as you heard the doorbell ring, play fighting to see who’d answer the door
  • Eventually, you’d give in to his puppy eyes and soft smiles
  • The mood changed as you dimmed the lights, turned on the fireplace and cuddled closer to him - he was so warm
  • It was inevitable that you’d fall asleep on him.
  • As the final credits would roll, he’d admire your sleeping figure fondly before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to bed.
Problems of being a kdrama fan..

• You are emotionally and physically affected by scenes in the drama.
• There are times when a drama finishes as well as your life because it was just that good.
• Your friends will think you’re speaking gibberish, but you are actually just repeating your favourite line from last nights episode.
• To my fellas who needs subs to understand everything, we all know that annoying feeling when we think the subbed version has came out already, but in reality it still hasn’t.
• We all plan out what dramas to watch in order depending on what feelings it’ll give you. I end up my day watching WFKBJ once cause The Legend of the Blue Sea’s episode was depressing.
• We will scream our hearts out whenever we see new still cuts or episode scenes from new episode you still haven’t seen.
• We always have a “Need to watch” dramas, but we never get to watch them cause we’re just too attached to the current drama we’re watching.
• We know that after happy scenes that’s been showing for 3 minutes, depressing scenes will come after.
• You’ll find every oppa in each drama you watch hot, and be immediately be married to them. (one of the greatest problem in all human history.) There’s so much oppas to love that it hurts the brain but a pleasure to the heart.
• You cry on each drama OST you hear. Even if it’s a happy song, it just brings so much memories.
• We’ve all had hated the lead females. And how they are so perfect and pretty. Like why Song Hye Kyo?
• You’ll watch specific variety show episodes you’ve never watched just because of your favourite actor/actress being a guess.
• The depressing dramas will affect your life.
• The happy ones will make you smile out of nowhere.
• Lines by oppa are too cringe worthy but yet you still love it.
• We’re all busy, each day new episodes of dramas we watch come out. (Honestly one of the reasons I wake up in the morning. Specially on Mondays just to see Park Seo Joon.)
• You always change your wall paper depending on what oppa you want to see that day.
• Once you’ve become a kdrama addict, there’s no way back.

• Second lead syndrome is just too real. • Age for an oppa doesn’t matter. They’re all be looking like they’re 26 even though they’re 50 ~.~

(List some more!!!)

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@litladiesnetwork​ event one ▪ favourite ya female protagonists

celia bowen (the night circus)

“PUT A NUMBER IN MY ASK!”

1.Who was the last person you held hands with?
2. Are you outgoing or shy?
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
4. Are you easy to get along with?
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?
15. What good thing happened this summer?
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
17. Do you think there is life on other planets?
18. Do you still talk to your first crush?
19. Do you like bubble baths?
20. Do you like your neighbors?
21. What are you bad habits?
22. Where would you like to travel?
23. Do you have trust issues?
24. Favorite part of your daily routine?
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?
26. What do you do when you wake up?
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?
28. Who are you most comfortable around?
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
30. Do you ever want to get married?
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?
33. Spell your name with your chin.
34. Do you play sports? What sports?
35. Would you rather live without TV or music?
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?
37. What do you say during awkward silences?
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?
40. What do you want to do after high school?
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?
43. Do you smile at strangers?
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
46. What are you paranoid about?
47. Have you ever been high?
48. Have you ever been drunk?
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?
51. Ever wished you were someone else?
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?
53. Favourite makeup brand?
54. Favourite store?
55. Favourite blog?
56. Favourite colour?
57. Favourite food? 
58. Last thing you ate?
59. First thing you ate this morning?
60. Ever won a competition? For what?
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?
62. Been arrested? For what?
63. Ever been in love? 
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?
65. Are you hungry right now?
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?
67. Facebook or Twitter?
68. Twitter or Tumblr?
69. Are you watching tv right now?
70. Names of your bestfriends? 
71. Craving something? What?
72. What colour are your towels?
72. How many pillows do you sleep with?
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?
75. Favourite animal?
76. What colour is your underwear?
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
78. Favourite ice cream flavour?
79. What colour shirt are you wearing?
80. What colour pants?
81. Favourite tv show?
82. Favourite movie?
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?
87. First person you talked to today?
88. Last person you talked to today?
89. Name a person you hate?
90. Name a person you love?
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?
92. In a fight with someone?
93. How many sweatpants do you have?
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?
95. Last movie you watched?
96. Favourite actress?
97. Favourite actor?
98. Do you tan a lot?
99. Have any pets?
100. How are you feeling?
101. Do you type fast?
102. Do you regret anything from your past?
103. Can you spell well?
104. Do you miss anyone from your past?
105. Ever been to a bonfire party?
106. Ever broken someone’s heart?
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
108. What should you be doing?
109. Is something irritating you right now?
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
111. Do you have trust issues?
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?
113. What was your childhood nickname?
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?
115. Do you play the Wii?
116. Are you listening to music right now?
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?
118. Do you like Chinese food?
119. Favourite book?
120. Are you afraid of the dark?
121. Are you mean?
122. Is cheating ever okay?
123. Can you keep white shoes clean?
124. Do you believe in love at first sight?
125. Do you believe in true love?
126. Are you currently bored?
127. What makes you happy?
128. Would you change your name?
129. What your zodiac sign?
130. Do you like subway?
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
134. Can you count to one million?
135. Dumbest lie you ever told?
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?
137. How tall are you?
138. Curly or Straight hair?
139. Brunette or Blonde?
140. Summer or Winter?
141. Night or Day?
142. Favourite month?
143. Are you a vegetarian?
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?
145. Tea or Coffee?
146. Was today a good day?
147. Mars or Snickers?
148. What’s your favourite quote?
149. Do you believe in ghosts?
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line 

When Jonathan quietly mentions that he needs to expand his portfolio in order to apply to NYU, Steve eagerly offers to act as a “model,” ignoring, with a playful smirk, Jonathan’s emphasis on the word “subject.“ 

But when the boys drive out to an abandoned lot on the edge of Hawkins, things don’t go exactly according to plan. Steve, so accustomed to playing a role and hiding every vulnerability from his father and his so-called friends, finds it hard to feel comfortable in front of the camera. His shoulders are tense, his posture tight, and he nervously chews his bottom lip as Jonathan tries to give him instructions. 

After twenty minutes of getting nowhere, Jonathan joins Steve, leaning against the hood of his car, and places his camera aside. 

“We can do this another time,” Jonathan offers, feeling slightly guilty about the disappointed look on Steve’s face. 

“No,” Steve insists firmly, “I want to help you.” There’s a momentary hush between them as a large bird soars overhead. “Plus,” Steven continues, his voice light, “NYU would accept you the second they saw my picture. They’d say you found the perfect model.” 

“Subject,” Jonathan grins. 

“Sure,” Steve lets out a short burst of laughter, “Subject.” Another beat of silence follows. Jonathan stares pointedly ahead of him, trying to ignore the fact that this silence is so different from the ones he normally shares with Steve. Rather than comfortable and full, this silence feels empty, as though there has been something left unsaid. And Jonathan feels as though he is the one who needs to say it. 

Just as he opens his mouth, he feels Steve’s hand fall over his own, still pressed on the hood of the car. It lingers there a moment, gently caressing his knuckles before it’s gone. Jonathan looks up and meets Steve’s eyes. 

“You don’t have to feel like I’m judging you,” Jonathan blurts out, “I’m not.” Steve smiles a little and nods, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes. He’s been smoking less these days—thanks to Nancy and Jonathan—but every so often his nerves get the better of him, usually in the middle of the night, after a vivid dream of gnarled arms stretching through a wall. 

Wordlessly, Steve lights the cigarette and presses it between his lips, taking a long drag as he stares out towards the trees that line the abandoned lot. He doesn’t notice Jonathan slowly reach for his camera and only realizes his picture’s been taken following the click of the shutter, resonating in the empty space around them. 

Eventually, once the photos are printed, that one becomes Steve’s favourite. Jonathan’s too. 

cabin 3.0

in which y/n is not having anything to do with the boy in her bed

inspired by inthepants’ Cabin Three

I hate summer.

now I know some people would think I’m crazy, but in reality, I’m not. I never do anything productive during the summer; normally I sit on the couch at my parents house and watch tv. all my problems would be solved if they would let me stay at university, instead of with them. all my friends are there, having fun and going to parties without me.

to make up for my laziness, my parents got me a summer job. I was to be a camp counsellor at our local adventure camp for middle schoolers. my parents had sent me the letter of acceptance they had received, after submitting an application without my knowledge. I could probably sue them for forgery, but they would probably win. I just turned twenty last month, technically I was still a minor.

so after the drive home for university, I spent one night at my childhood home. the next morning my parents were shipping me off to the humid jungle where I would be spending each week with a different group of girls.

my dad dropped me off at the office building at 6:30 on a Saturday morning at the end of may. the campers wouldn’t be arriving until Monday, but first, the leaders had to teach me what to do.

I grabbed my duffel out of my dads trunk, and waved as he drove off down the long dirt road that led to the camp, three miles from the nearest seven-eleven. I threw my duffel over my shoulder and walked up to the building just as the sun was starting to peak over the tips of the trees.

inside the office building, I found a lady siting behind an aluminium desk. she was chewing her gum rather loudly attempting to keep herself awake.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m here for the summer as a camp counsellor…?”

I wasn’t sure what to do. the lady stared at me for a few long moments with her eyes half closed.

“find ya name on the papa’ ‘ere,” she talked with a slight jersey accent. she pointed to the paper and looked at me. “you’ll be stayin’ in a cabin with other counsellors for two nights 'fore the campas get 'ere. alright?”

I nodded and looked down at the paper. I would be staying in cabin 3 for the next two nights.

I looked back at the lady behind the desk and decided I wouldn’t be getting any more information out of her. I would find my own way around the camp. I walked out of the buildings and walked along a path to the right of the building. after I had walked for about five minutes, I came to a fork in the trail. thankfully, the trails had been clearly marked, pointing me in the directions towards the cabins.

cabin 3 was the cabin farthest back in my “cabin cluster.” to get to it, I had to walk down a short stone path and the cabin itself couldn’t be seen from the main trail. it had taken me a few minutes to find it.

when I got inside, the first thing I noticed was one of my roommates. he was sprawled across two of the three beds pushed together at the back of the cabin. I couldn’t believe that one human being could take up so much space.

“excuse me,” I dropped my duffel on the only empty bed. “do you really need all three beds?”

he finally seemed to notice I was in the room. he sat up and pushed his curly hair away from his face. the first thing I noticed was his physique. he was tall and broad, which would explain why he was spanning two twin beds. his hands were large and his eyes were green.

“jesus. someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he smirked as he talked in a low, raspy tone.

“it was probably the side you were sleeping on, then.”

“woah, love. don’t get all offensive. I plan on doing some mighty fine things on these beds.”

oh my god.

“alright, well, I’m going to be sleeping on this bed so mind your own business, okay?” I set my duffel down on the bed that only his foot was resting on.

“but what if that’s the bed I wanted to sleep on?” he was still sitting and smirking at me. this guy, I didn’t even know his name, was choosing to pick a fight with me over a bed. this was going to be a long summer.

“oh my god. I’m not in the mood right now. just pick whatever bed you want to sleep on and I will pick one of the others. probably the one that’s farthest away from the one you pick.”

he chose the bed closest to the window. I put my stuff down on the bed shoved against the opposite wall. he told me that we wouldn’t be having another roommate. it was just me and him. he also told me that his name is Harry. God, doesn’t that just sound like a dick name?

we had wasted a good fifteen minutes arguing about the bed situation. after we had come to a somewhat agreement, he had left and gone somewhere; he didn’t tell me.

.

the leaders of the camp spent the day teaching the counsellors how everything worked. we learned the activity rotation schedule, what time meals were, which cabins had to shower at night and which ones needed to shower in the morning.

Harry was there, messing around with a few of the other guys, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. I was busy making my own friends and learning new things.

the next couple of days passed by quickly. they were filled with mock trials, some of the staffers pretending to be campers so the counsellors could practice being leaders. when I had my mock trial, Harry was one of my campers and he was a total pain in the ass, especially when we got paired in a canoe together. he purposefully tipped us, the one day I was wearing my only white shirt. needless to say, he ruined my shirt and my favourite bralette.

if you think he is a pain during the day, it’s even worse at night. he and I are the only two in our cabin. there is an uneven amount of staffers and we were the odd ones out on whatever list they used when arranging the staffers. someone must have cut out names, stuck them in a hat, and draw randomly. and wouldn’t you know it to be me who gets stuck with the asshat the entire summer.

the staffers were allowed to sleep in their own cabins at night. it was something I was two parts thankful for and two parts mad about. I would spend my entire day with middle school girls, laughing and giggling, and probably talking crap about each other. but then I would come to my cabin at night and Harry would be there. sometimes he would even have another girl with him.

the days turned into weeks that passed by quickly. campers had come and gone, two people had been fired for fucking in the woods, and only one person had gone missing for more than eight hours. I was in the groove of things now, I felt like I could do it in my sleep.

as much as I hated it, I had learned some things about Harry. living with a person could do that to ya. he was very much a player. most nights i would come home and find a different counsellor had used my conditioner and my favourite loofa. I learned that he would send the girl away around three in the morning and then he wouldn’t wake up until I pounded his head with a pillow, swearing that I would tattle to the camp director about the number of girls he’s had over.

it seemed like everywhere I turned, Harry was there. he was behind me in the line at the mess hall, pinching my ass and calling it cute. he was supervisor at the beach during the time I brought my girls swimming, whistling when I pulled my t-shirt over my head. he was using the other washing machine at the laundry. we had ended up screaming at each other about the amount of detergent left and who was going to use it. and despite all this, he was still attractive as hell, with his tan skin, hard jawline, and muscular physique. damn him for being so hatable and so lovable at the same time.

on one particularly warm evening in June, I was looking forward to spending a night at the cabin. I had stayed with my girls for the first few nights, but they were beginning to get on my nerves and I needed a break. hopefully Harry would be gone, doing God knows what, but I just wanted some peace and quiet.

my breathing was laboured as I walked up the steps to the cabin. it had been a long day and all I wanted was a shower. I pushed open the door and was greeted with the sight of a shirtless Harry lying on his bed reading a playboy magazine.

I closed the door harshly, causing him to look at me with a smirk. “hey baby girl.”

I scowled at him and threw my bag on my bed. “don’t call me that.”

please call me that. i love the way it rolls off your tongue.

“Jesus, someone didn’t get fucked today,” he sat up and tossed his magazine to the side. pretty sure if the director found him with that he would be in serious trouble.

“excuse me?!” I had such an attitude.

“lets play a game.”

“I want to take a shower.”

“we can shower when we’re done. now, it’s two truths and a lie. except there’s a twist. if you guess the wrong truth, you have to take off an article of clothing.”

“but that’s not fair! you already don’t have a shirt on.”

“and are you complaining?”

I stayed silent.

“that’s what I thought. alright. I’ll begin.” he readjusted so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. he motioned for me to sit down on mine, facing him. as I sat down, our knees brushed, causing a spark to shoot up my leg. “I once was caught in a traffic jam that was so bad, we had to get out on the side of the road and started walking faster than the cars, or my mum used to call me curly when I was younger, or I’ve had sex too many times to count.”

“ah that’s an easy one. you’ve had sex too many times to count. right?”

“wrong. I’ve had sex 19 times,” he seemed proud. “who the hell would let their mom call them curly?!”

“I think it’s cute!”

“of course you would, princess. now off with your shirt. you guessed wrong.”

I sighed, rolled my eyes, pulled my shirt over my head and sent an internal thanks that I had put my good bra on today.

“my turn,” I looked at him smugly. “and what makes it even better is that you’ve already got your shirt off.”

“let’s just play the game, baby girl.”

I blushed and cleared my throat. I wasn’t used to being so forward. “I once had to pee so bad while we were on a hike that I squatted and wiped myself with a poison ivy leaf, last week I found a hair ball in my mac & cheese, and lastly, I always forget to lock my front door when I leave the house.”

he thought for a moment.

“finding a hair ball in your mac & cheese. there is no way KP would let that happen,” he had a smug look on his face, as if he knew he was right and he knew he was all that.

“sorry fuckboy, it happened,” I crossed my arms over my chest and laughed.

suddenly he stood up. I was sitting on the bed so he towered over me, more so that when I am standing. he inched his face closer to mine and placed his hands on either side of me so that they sank into the mattress. he kept leaning in, causing me to lean back to avoid contact with his skin.

“what did you just call me,” his lips were deviously close to mine as they wrapped around his words.

“f-f-fuckboy,” I stuttered, almost completely lain back on the mattress. he had pushed my legs apart so he could prop his knee between them, balancing himself as he hovered over me.

“call me that one more time,” he growled, “and I swear to God I will take you on this mattress right here right now.”

I stayed silent for a few moments. I didn’t know if I actually wanted him to kiss me or if I wanted to avoid any trouble that would come from getting involved with a person like him. he was always on my mind constantly, usually thinking about how much I hate him. But I realized that at the same time, I couldn’t wait to see him. I realized now that when I would take my girls to the beach, I was hoping he would be there. I was hoping he would be at the cabin alone when I would come back after a long day. I realized that I wanted him to kiss me and that I wanted the chase that came with kissing him.

a smile spread across my lips as i smirked a him.

“fuckboy.”

and we were gone.

leralynne  asked:

jyn/cassian, please!

To be extremely predictable and prosaic, “Under Pressure” by Queen and David Bowie.

I know, but it really is perfect:

Turned away from it all like a blind man / Sat on a fence but it don’t work / Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn / Why, why, why?

Can’t we give ourselves one more chance? / Why can’t we give love that one more chance? Why can’t we give love, give love, give love…  

‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure

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Grant Us Peace - Quicksilver Timestamp - Weconqueratdawn - Hannibal (TV) -  Archive of Our Own

Rating: Teen & up
Pairing: Hannibal/Will, Will & Bev
Tags: au, fluff, romance, mild drug use, music, Bach, shopping, gender identity, references to Pretty Woman

Set after I’ll Be Your Mirror

I desperately needed to write some fluff and we can’t really have too much of it at the moment, so here’s a Quicksilver timestamp based on a conversation I had with @samui-sakura88 (why can’t i tag ugh) about a million years ago.

@samui-sakura88 I always meant to do something with it and it seemed to fit really nicely into the timeline right now - I hope you like it :)

Thanks to @wrathofthestag for advising me expertly about American clothing stores and where Will and Bev would likely go shopping, and to @lordofthelesbians and @wraithsonwingsposts for beta :)

For people unfamiliar with this series: Will is a genderfluid psychology student. He lives with Bev, his best friend. Hannibal is crazy in love with him and grows his own cannabis (in case you get confused by that mention). Just… try to go with it.

~~~

Even in the beginning, Hannibal had never been the type to drag Will off to bed as soon as dinner was over. He enjoyed the ritual order of clearing away, and he enjoyed taking time over his pleasures, whether that was cooking, eating, or an unhurried glass of cognac. Will was no exception to this rule.

After their feast would come a cosy, quiet passion which lasted only until it was quiet no longer. Will would curl up on the sofa to read, preferring a few hits of Hannibal’s homegrown pot to a nightcap. Hannibal would never be far away, occasionally sketching at his desk, but tonight allowing Will to use him as a human sofa cushion. He showed no sign at all that he minded. In fact, Will was certain from the firm arm around his middle, holding Will against him, that it also counted amongst his pleasures.

Both of them had books, but only one was reading. Will had lost interest in Wuthering Heights some time ago. He knew it almost by heart anyway and reading was too much effort after a voluptuous meal, especially so deep into the semester. Instead, lulled by the rise and fall of Hannibal’s chest, he listened to his own sluggish thoughts and the rhythmic sound of pages turning behind him.  

Hannibal peered over his shoulder. “Not in the mood for your book?”

“I’ve looked at too many words this week,” Will said. “I’ve pored over them, mine and other people’s, and I’m sick of text of all kinds.”

Hannibal put his own book aside, so he could wind both arms around Will. “At least you are being stretched,” he said. “Maybe you should have a holiday, when the semester is over.”

“Ugh, there’s finals first,” said Will. “I can’t even think about the summer until they’re over.”

“In that case,” Hannibal said, releasing him to stand smoothly, “I recommend music. If you cannot be transported in body, you shall be in spirit.”

Will half-expected Hannibal to sit at the harpsichord but he moved past it and went to the record player on the other side of the room. He deliberated by his small record collection, concealed in a carved cabinet with varnish like treacle, before selecting one. The needle was lowered into place and he returned to Will’s side.

There was a long moment of crackling silence, emanating from hidden speakers. Then the music began. Its effect was immediate, bursting into the room in a sublime rising chorus of voices, strings and brass. He rested his head against Hannibal’s shoulder and closed his eyes to listen. It was hard not to picture soaring spaces of holy stones, of golden light and beseeching praise. After a few short minutes, it ended and all was once more quiet.

“You’re watching me again, I know it,” said Will. He opened his eyes to find he was right, and laughed.

“I wanted to see your response,” Hannibal said. “See if and where you were transported.”

“What was that?”

Dona nobis pacem from Bach’s Mass in B minor.”

“Play it again,” Will said.

So Hannibal did.

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heterochromatic-captain  asked:

Akashi, Aomine, Kagami, Midorima, Himuro, and Nash when their s/o thinks they are cheating, but they really aren't. Although their s/o decides to hide in their bedroom, saying they were 'away' on a business trip, but spying on them? Thank you!

I hope it’s good! ;-; -T-chan


You always knew your boyfriend was popular both with women and men. And while it did make you happy, knowing he was yours, it also made you jealous whenever you saw a woman too close to him. You hoped that jealousy would end, but it turned into fear of him cheating on you. At first you laughed it away, yet each time you hanged out with your friends, all you heard was how popular your boyfriend was with women.

You confronted him and though a bit dissatisfying, he assured you he didn’t cheat on you. You believed him. But the feeling remained and with each day passing, you couldn’t help but wonder if he really was faithful, so you decided to spy on him. You knew he would be angry if you were caught, but you couldn’t be at calm without making sure he didn’t cheat.

Biting your lower lip, you were sitting on the floor of your wardrobe in your bedroom, hidden behind clothes, but open enough to hear. You sighed, what seemed like hundredth time and you were ready to give up, when you heard him walking inside. Slowly standing on your feet, you opened the doors, to see him.


Midorima heaved a sigh when he closed the doors behind himself. He narrowed his eyebrows as he stared at his phone, looking at your message. It was sudden for him to get a message, saying you went on a business trip. He wanted to see the meaning behind, yet no matter how much longer and intense he stared at the message, there was no answer that could satisfy him enough.

“That’s odd…” He murmured and locked the phone. “Leaving so early. Is everything alright at their company?” He thought aloud, completely unaware of your presence in wardrobe. “I should give them a call later to ask when they come back.”

Midorima sat on bed and placed glasses on night table beside before covering his eyes. He felt a slight headache coming and all he hoped was for it to be mild. The last thing he wanted was to spend the rest of the day grumpy and in bed. Lying on his back, he slowly dozed off into slumber.

You took the chance and walked out of the wardrobe. Quietly watching your boyfriend, you walked to his side and knelt on the ground. Leaning on bed, you observed Midorima’s peaceful expression before your eyes fell on his lips when you heard him mumble. Your eyes widened and you smiled.

“I love you…” You whispered and kissed him on his cheek before you left the bedroom.

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