trevor and him would be best of friends

Neville Longbottom would have done well in Hufflepuff

Hatstalls, from Pottermore: “In Neville’s case, the Hat was determined to place him in Gryffindor: Neville, intimidated by that house’s reputation for bravery, requested a placing in Hufflepuff. Their silent wrangling resulted in triumph for the Hat.”

But what if it hadn’t?

First Year

Imagine 11-year-old Neville Longbottom being cheered on and instantly welcomed by a table full of yellow-clad Hufflepuffs.

Imagine the Sorting Hat vindicating his belief in loyalty and friendship, and not intimidating him with Gryffindor’s reputation for bravery.

Imagine his housemates telling him how cool his toad Trevor is, or helping him up after he falls off his broomstick.

Imagine one of the older Hufflepuffs reminding him to go back to his room to grab his robe as soon as his Remembrall starts to glow red.


Second Year

Imagine 12-year-old Neville Longbottom being part of a group of best friends, instead of duos, like Harry and Ron, or Seamus and Dean.

Imagine him never sitting lonely in his bed, hoping that the other Gryffindor boys would include him in their conversations.

Imagine them visiting Justin Finch-Fletchley in the Hospital Wing, sharing stories about their day, and trying to find ways to keep him feeling included.

Imagine the rest of them walking around Hogwarts together, guarding each other from whatever was petrifying students in the hallways, and not feeling scared as long as they had each other.


Third Year

Imagine 13-year-old Neville Longbottom feeling sick around the Dementors, and his housemates sneaking into the kitchens to steal him some chocolate.

Imagine them standing up to Snape on his behalf.

Imagine them convincing him that one teacher’s contempt had nothing to do with who he was as a person.

Imagine his Boggart being a memory of his parents instead of Severus Snape, and his housemates giving him the support he needs to open up about Bellatrix Lestrange.

Imagine him not feeling as though he needs to hide his past in order to seem brave.


Fourth Year

Imagine 14-year-old Neville Longbottom looking up to Cedric Diggory as an example of Hufflepuffs being not only loyal, but also courageous and strong.

Imagine his housemates suggesting that he and Hannah Abbott attend the Yule Ball together, and Hannah saying it would be fun.

Imagine them cheering on Cedric together, and supporting one another after he dies.


Fifth Year

Imagine 15-year-old Neville Longbottom joining the DA, and befriending Harry as an equal rather than the sad, lonely boy from his dorm room.

Imagine Neville becoming better at spells, and his housemates not reacting to it in shock, but rather commending him on his hard work.

Imagine Neville standing up to Umbridge, not because he wants to impress the other Gryffindors, but because the way she treats students isn’t fair.

Imagine Susan Bones healing his hand with a Murtlap Essence after he’d spent an evening writing lines with Harry Potter, the two of them learning together what it means to be a martyr.

Imagine Hannah Abbott going to St. Mungo’s with him, and Neville introducing her to his grandparents as his girlfriend.

Imagine his mother giving Hannah a gum wrapper.

Imagine Neville not feeling alone and embarrassed when Harry, Ron, and Hermione find him there.


Sixth Year

Imagine 16-year-old Neville Longbottom feeling terrified after Bellatrix Lestrange escapes from Azkaban, and Ernie Macmillan threatening to tear her apart her if she dares come anywhere near Hogwarts.

Imagine Ernie helping his classmates to study for the NEWTs, and Neville getting the best grades of his life.

Imagine Neville being invited to join the Slug Club and turning it down because he didn’t need that kind of vindication.

Imagine him inviting Luna to hang out with the rest of his housemates, and the group of them eating candies from the kitchens while Luna tells amazing stories about creatures they’ve never heard of before.

Imagine Neville feeling so included that he’s empowered to make his friends from other Houses feel the same way.


Seventh Year

Imagine 17-year-old Neville Longbottom staying at Hogwarts and protecting the other students from the Carrows, not because he’s one of the few Gryffindors left to lead them, but because he’s the student most prepared and willing to do so.

Imagine him after having found his courage years earlier, and using it not to prove he was worthy of his house name, but to help those those that he cared about.

Imagine him defeating Nagini with a Venemous Tentacula instead of Gryffindor’s sword, leaving that for Ginny Weasley- and opportunity for her to reclaim the identity stolen by Tom Riddle’s abuse in her first year.


Seventh Year (Again)

Imagine Harry Potter telling Neville about the prophecy, and Neville feeling rightfully wronged that no one ever told him, but comfortable enough in his own skin to accept that he mattered anyway.


Life After Hogwarts

Imagine Neville Longbottom maintaining a friendship with his Head of House, Pomona Sprout, and her offering him her job after retirement. Imagine him taking care of all the kids sorted into Hufflepuff, and teaching them that it isn’t “the boring House”, but rather a place where they can take time to nurture their skills, and more importantly, their values. 

Imagine the most frightening thing Neville ever does being his proposal to Hannah Abbott, and her laughing as she accepts.

Imagine them getting married in a magical garden.

Imagine their pride in their children getting sorted into whichever House they feel most comfortable in.


Neville Longbottom became a true Gryffindor, but imagine all the years he could have felt accepted into the House of his choice, Hufflepuff. Imagine him skipping all of those years of feeling inadequate, and making friends that accepted him from the very start. Imagine Neville Longbottom doing very well in Hufflepuff. Can you?

tardisgrump  asked:

If you are taking requests could you write a jeremy/reader where they are best friends but they argue cause the reader has a date and he ends up kissing the reader while they are fighting?

Word Count: 1,444

“Well, doesn’t someone look pretty tonight,” Jeremy let out a low whistle as you walked in the living room. The two of you had been best friends from the moment you met him at RTX so when he came to Austin to work for Achievement Hunter he had naturally moved in with you. That also meant Jeremy pretty much knew everything about your life. “Fancy plans tonight?”

You shrugged, “Just a date on I found on Tinder. Nothing special.”

Jeremy’s face was quickly molded into a look of concern, “Need me to drive you there? I don’t want you getting murdered or anything.”

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Quick fact about each Belmont

Leon- Badass Church Knight gone widow, cause his best friend is a snake.

Trevor- Made friends, killed Dracula, and got laid. (What kind of goals?)

Christopher- Just because he’s a dad, don’t mean he can’t be a rooting tooting whip-slinging son of a bitch.

Simon- He angry. (Please help him.)

Juste- Would do anything for his friends.

Richter- His girl dies. (What a callback, amirite?) ANNETTE FOOLS!!! She only gets abducted, (still though… callback.) Also knows how to use his sub-weapons right. Temporary lord of a castle.

Julius- Not only super powerful, but maybe intentional grandfather of everyone he meets.

I Know

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Summary: Neville one shot where he just finds out about the mass breakout at Azkaban and becomes upset over the thought of Bellatrix escaping. 

Word Count: 913


When Y/N arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast there was more commotion than usual. The usually somber and lazy morning was replaced with loud gossip and rapid movements. Y/N confused as to why everyone was so busy this morning, walked over to the usual spot she shared with her best friend.

“Good morning Neville, I believe you promised to walk with me to breakfast this morning. Instead you left me outside of the Y/H/N entrance alone!” you exclaim while sitting down and helping yourself to a piece of bacon on his plate.

However, Neville gave no response in return, but continued to read his copy of the Daily Prophet in front of your face. “Um have I done something wrong?” Neville begins to close the paper and lay it back down on the table in front of him. Once the paper has been removed from the front of his face you could make out his features as hurt and angry all at the same time. He still has not acknowledged your presence when suddenly he stands up and begins to stride back towards the entrance of the Great Hall and disappears around the corner leaving you to only wonder.

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I am still bitter that they didn’t write Ian and Trevor as friends. They would have been amazing as best friends who hung out and worked on things together, got take out, teased each other about both being single or being on a sex dry spell. Ian could have confided in him about Mickey, talked about how confused and conflicted he felt when Mickey escaped, could have helped each other in so many ways, but no they wanted to make Trevor into a love interest to fill in time before Mickey came and Ian ran off on his boyfriend, which is always a dick move even when you’re rooting for the other couple.

anonymous asked:

How bout onen where the reader is best friends with Trevor, and they come in one day to bring in lunch for the office, and Jeremy is all like "why the fuck have you not introduced me to this perfect stunning person, Trevor? I thought we were friends"

(I’ve been on a jeremy kick the past week since I met him at rtx there will never be enough love for him - hope you enjoy)

“Y/N?” You heard Trevor’s voice through the phone and braced yourself for the inevitable favour he would ask you for.

“Yes, Trevor?” You question, the phone tucked between your ear and your shoulder to let you continue on with your work.

“My car isn’t at the office so, because you are my wonderful and beautiful best friend and you love me, will you come pick me up before lunch? I can introduce you to the guys if you want?”

“From what you’ve told me, and from what I’ve heard, they don’t seem like the type of guys I want to meet.” You laugh briefly, and continue on. “And as long as you keep showering me with praise I’ll be there at 12.” A few more words passed between the two of you before you hung up with a smile, turning your focus back to the work you had to complete that morning.

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You are my gift.

Elijah x F!reader Elijah and reader’s anniversary is here and reader wants to get a gift for Elijah but Elijah says that she is his gift,which gives his lady love an idea, she will present herself as his gift sporting sexy lingerie. Warning:This is Smut soooo please if you no like no read. Xoxo ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Story start: Staring at the lacy box infront of her, Y/N ran her freshly done nails softly along the pretty box. Smiling, she opened it revealing the contents inside. A lingerie set nicely folded inside, she picked up the bra, it was a simple black lace that barely covered her nipples, matching panties and a black naughty nighy gown to go with it. She never wore lingerie before. And it was a very special night. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Hearing footsteps coming closer to the room she quickly hid the garments under the bed turning around just in time as her beloved opened the door. As she met his eyes a smile formed on her delicate face. Her cheeks formed a slight blush as her stomach did delightful flips. Her eyes were bright and gave a strong feeling in her gaze, love. Elijah smiled as he entered the room closing the door behind him. Y/N always felt giddy and flustered when he was around her, it was an amazing feeling. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Elijah was placing sweet kisses along her cheek and forehead before a word was even spoken between them. Wrapping her in his embrace. She felt so small, so safe, so free in his arms. She sighed happily as she placed a kiss on his lips. It was quick bit full of passion. He rested his forehead on hers enjoying the peace and joy of her presence. She was the first to speak “Rough morning my sweet?” Her voice came out like velvet, so sweet, smooth, she could put him in a trance with her voice alone. Elijah replied place his hand on her cheek his thumb moving in a slight motion. “Niklaus is throwing another one of his tantrums, but it will pass…” he replied kissing her forehead once more pulling her slightly tighter against him not hurting her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ “But today is not about my brother..” he smiled, Y/N placed her hand on the hand that held her cheek,leaning her face into his hand more closing her eyes. Elijah stared at her face, this girl could make him fall inlove with her every day each day deeper than before. She was fearless, powerful, kind, and so beautiful. She never judged, she was wise, sat back and thought about her words before speaking them, she had grace, it made Elijah think he was unworthy of such a woman like her, but she chose him despite his past, and things that were hidden behind the red door. She did not care, she loved every imperfection. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ “Happy anniversary Elijah.” She said her eyes opening, he come out of his thoughts “And to you aswell” he said. They had met in Mystic Falls, she was one of Elena Gilbert’s friends. They didn’t meet in the best of circumstances, Y/N was kidnapped along with Elena by Rose and Trevor. Elijah had expected her to fear him as most do,not her, she put her safety on the line to defend and protect those she cares for. She managed to push him away when he first tried to approach Elena. He was shocked that anyone would dare touch him, but then he saw her eyes, they reminded him of his when he would try to protect his brother Niklaus from their father. He grew curious of her, and spared her. The following weeks he would watch her from afar every day slowly getting closer, until the first time they were alone and had their first real conversation, it was then he knew that she would change his life. He was the first to confess his feelings, he was the first to kiss her, he was her first kiss and he was the first ever to bed her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ She had given so much of herself for him,she had left all that she knew to be with him. She had even thrown herself in between him and Niklaus when his brother had attempted to dagger him, almost losing her life. She wears the scar proudly on her chest. She is his gift, he was truly happy. “Elijah?” She called to him, he had spaced out for a second time,he refocused “Forgive me, I was admiring..” he said,she chuckled causing his heart to flutter. He felt like a boy again with a first crush. He noticed the necklace she wore, “I see you’ve taken a liking to your gift.” He said placing a finger on the pendant. Y/N nodded “It’s beautiful, and makes me feel bad…” she said with a frown. She was pretending to be sad but he couldn’t tell. “Why?” Elijah asked tilting his head slightly. “I still don’t know what you would like as a gift."she answered kissing his lips with a slight pout on her face. "I have told you many times Y/N…you are my gift. I need nothing else nor want anything else.” She smiled, when he went to kiss her his phone rang. They both knew who it was he sighed “ Dinner tonight?” Elijah asked kissing Y/N’s hand. She shook her head “Could we stay in tonight? ” Elijah looked at her confused but nodded “Anything you wish my love. I should be back around dinner time.” Giving her a kiss before leaving the room,Y/N smiling as she watched him go. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ~Time skip to dinner time (7ishpm)~ She stood infront of the mirror, her hair and nails freshly done, her makeup was on point. She was wearing her new lingerie. She felt sexy. She twirled infront of the mirror, the candles were lit in the room, rose petals were spread about. She just had one more thing to do, place the gift bow on herself. She adjusted her earrings and placed the gift bow sash on herself and positioned herself onto his bed. Love songs played softly in the backround. She was nervous, even though she felt sexy she also felt silly, she had never done anything like this before. Then she heard footsteps coming toward their room. She hoped it was Elijah it would be awkward if it wasn’t. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Y/N stared at the door as the door nob turned and the door opened. Elijah was back, she had noticed his suit jacket was folded on his arm. He looked as if he was in deep thought as he closed the door, he glanced at her,then took a second look, his eyes lingering on what she wore. She blushed as she couldn’t look at his face,it was so intense. He said nothing as he tossed his suit jacket on the armchair undoing his tie and tossing it on the armchair as well. Walking closer to the bed. Each step he took she got excited. He reached the side of the bed and placed a hand on her knee moving it to the side causing her legs to be spread apart. His eyes darken as he devoured her body with his eyes. Noticing the bow sash he smiled. “I see you took my words quite seriously Y/N” his voice was flirty and husk. She nodded slowly taking the sash off giving him a better look at the bra that covered half her nipples. His eyes stared at her breasts and traveled down her stomach to her panties that didn’t cover her core much at all, his eyes even traveled up her legs to her foot that rested on his shoulder. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ She had knee highs on and black heels on. Elijah felt himself harden as he noticed her vagina glisten from him looking at her. He lowered his head to kiss along and down her leg to her thigh,sending a delightful shiver through her. His fingers moved the lacey fabric away from her folds, she mewed as he kissed her folds,his tongue slid passed her folds and onto her clit. He sighing as he savored her taste. As his tongue slid and circled that precious bud,he head leaned back letting out a low moan. He spead her legs wider to gain more access, his fingers already teasing her entrance. “Elijah…I’m supposed to be doing all the work…” she said biting her lip rolling her hips against his face. He chuckled, thrusting his two fingers inside her causing her to gasp. “I’m enjoying my present..” he simply said continuing to suck and lick at her as his fingers thrusted inside her. She bit her lip to stop her from being loud,but he was making it very hard for her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ “Please…Elijah…I don’t want to c-” she gasped loudly as he nibbed her bud, it didn’t hurt at all just surprised her. He looked up at her “What would you like to do?” Elijah asked taking his fingers out from her and sucking on them. She smiled “For starters, you’re wearing too much, and I want you in my mouth…” she said the last part with a deep blush on her face but trying to sound seductive which she was doing very well. His eyebrow raised in interest he stood up straight giving her a smirk “Undress me..” he said. She didn’t need another word. She sat up running a finger under his shirt from top to bottom with one sweep undoing every button. She got off from the bed so she could push down his shirt off his shoulders kissing down his chest, Elijah watching amused and extremely horny from the sight of her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ As she undid his belt and his pants she pulled them down,his penis up and ready, it was throbbing with need. She kissed the tip and began to take him in her mouth not wasting any time. She couldn’t fit all of him in her mouth so whatever she couldn’t fit she stroked the rest. He moaned her name slightly thrusting his hips in rythm of her bobs Causing friction but careful not to gag her. Her eyes were closed and his hand held her hair away from her face. His low moans and groans of her name made her heart flutter, she felt pride that she was causing him such pleasure. She whimpered suddenly at the loss of him in her mouth. She was being picked up and laid on her back, her bra pushed downward so he could see her breast bounce as he had her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Giving her lips a kiss her wrapped her legs around him and entered her with a swift but gentle thrust. She moaned as she arched her back feeling him fill her, stretching her to his size. He groaned at her heat taking him in. He waited until she wiggled her hips abit signaling he could move, his thrusts were even and power. One of his hands played with her harden nipple as she started slowly rubbing circles on her bud. She whimpered under him her head tilting to the side as her eyes closed. Her ‘I love yous’ made him thrust harder holding her hips slightly upward causing him to thrust deeper. With her rubbing her bud let out a loud moan as she tried to rub herself faster, she began to tighten around him. Kissing her as she came he continued, he was not cuming anytime soon. She was not complaining. She was coming down from her high as he started thrusting inhumanly fast and hard. Causing her to moan so loudly it could be mistaken as screams, it didn’t hurt her but she was on the edge again, gripping the sheets on the bed under hair as she tried to quiet herself by biting her lip. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ She felt him turn her that she was on all fours. She held her hips up as he reentered her. “Oh Elijah~” she moaned. He smiled “You sound so cute when you moan my name…” he responded causing her to blush “You sound sexier when you scream it…” he groaned her eyes widened as his hands hooked under her thighs and lifted her up pressing her against his chest as he thrusted into her, she leaned her head back on his shoulder as he kissed her neck, her hand was behind his head as her other hand was tightening on his arm biting her lip as he was now hitting that spot that made her see stars. “Cum for me Y/N” Elijah said kisses her shoulder. It didn’t take her long as she found herself screaming his name over and over as she became undone, with Elijah moaning her name shortly after, as he pulled himself out he turned her around in his arm kissing her passionately laying ontop of her on the bed. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Thirty minutes past as they were still in eachothers embraces kissing and Elijah whispering sweet nothings into her ear.Y/N hair was still inplace her makeup looked untouched. (Hey you get what you pay for) Both of them chuckling and softly laughing. This was love, this was them, in their own world were nothing else existed, she held his face as she kissed him. “I love you…” she said, he smiling making her heart melt “And I love you” she started to get up he frowning, he didn’t want to leave their small world yet. She took off the lingerie, it not annoying her, “As much as you look delicious in that, I rather perfer you with absolutely nothing on..” he said running a finger down her back causing her to shiver. She turned to him giving him a kiss on the cheek “I’m assuming you loved your present then?” Elijah smiled responding “I think my dear even that is a understatement..” she hummed happily to his reply, “Hey..” she said suddenly, “Yes?” He raised an eyebrow “Wanna shower with me?” She said with a smile he returned the smile “I would love to..” she kissed him humming again “I’ll race you~” with giggles,chuckles, and laughter, Y/N and her beloved celebrated their love the whole night away. END ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ A/N: I’m not dead! I’m back! I am sooo sorry for being away! :( I was busy and couldn’t find the time to sit my butt down and write for you beautiful people! But Now i have time! So the shots will be fired! Hope you enjoyed xoxo gif is not mine btw.

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Ready

Description: The reader and Eliot aren’t dating but love each other and are oblivious to the others feelings and the reader goes on a date with some guy and Eliot gets really jealous.

Characters: Eliot Spencer x Reader

Gender: Any

Words: 1,865 - This is my longest one yet!

This was Requested by anon

Originally posted by daisyjm75

Eliot was watching you closely as you were talking with some guy. You were laughing at something he said as you grabbed his arm, classic sign of attraction. Eliots heart clenched, he hating seeing you with someone else, but maybe nothing would come of it.

Standing in front of Trevor he was making you laugh, he had brought up something that had happened in High School. When you and the team were getting ready for a con, you had run into Trevor. You hadn’t seen each other in years. You dated in High School and broke up when he moved away. 

When you had to leave Trevor asked you on a date. You hesitated briefly, your mind wandering to Eliot. You had liked him for so long, sometimes you thought you even loved him, but he never seemed to feel the same. You were getting tired of Eliot never noticing how you acted around him, so you said yes.

Getting into Eliots car driving to the pub Eliot cleared his throat “So, who was that guy?” he glanced over at you. Maybe he was no one.

“His name is Trevor, we dated in High School. I hadn’t seen him in years.” You watched Eliot closely, trying to see if he actually cared, but Eliot was good at hiding his emotions so you couldn’t tell.

This news only gave him a little relief, maybe you were just catching up, but what if it was more than that? Eliot was torn between admitting his feelings and keeping them hidden. Sure he’s had a lot of relationships, but you were different, he could actually picture himself spending the rest of his life with you, if he hadn’t pushed you away already.

He didn’t have time to make up his mind about telling you, you made it to the Pub. You were getting ready for the latest con, you were going to break into an office building. You needed to find a file with the names of your marks business partners. You were going after all of them. 

You couldn’t get to the floor normally so you and Parker had to shimmy through the air ducts. Eliot had run into some security guards, all you could hear in your ear piece was punching and grunting. You always worried about him, he could clearly take care of himself but that didn’t stop you from worrying.

After you had successfully gotten into the room, Parker was getting the file while you were watching the door. This was taking longer than you wanted, tonight was suppose to be your date with Trevor. Apparently this thought had crossed Sophies mind as well. “How much longer guys? We need to make sure y/n makes it to their date.” you froze in your place. 

“Date?!” came from Hardison, Parker and Eliot simultaneously.

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Different

Summary: As soon at Mickey comes home from the border, he finds out his mom dies and he needs to talk to Mickey more than ever.

Word Count: 1338

Notes: Still got a lot of requests to finish up, I’ll be working on a lot of them tonight!


Luckily for Ian, on his journey to find a way back to Chicago from the Mexican border, he found a car to hotwire so he could get home. The whole way back he tried not to cry as he tried to convince himself that he would be okay without Mickey. He needed to make sure Mickey lived the life he deserved, and Mexico was the perfect start for him– it was something Ian didn’t want to mess up. The process of getting over Mickey may never be over, but Ian had to do it for him.

As he pulled the car in front of his house, he did his best to shake off his feelings. When he entered his house, he saw his family sitting silently in the living room while Frank laid on the ground and cried. What Ian noticed was that Frank genuinely seemed sad– not like all the other times when he was searching for pity. Ian looked at his siblings, and some has blank expressions while the others looked annoyed.

When Fiona noticed Ian, she put on a smile. “Hey, where ya been?”

“I’ve had to sleep at work for the past few days,” he lied and tried to mask a shaken voice. “What’s going on?”

Fiona got up from the sofa to face her brother. She placed a hand on his shoulder which caused him to worry. “Ian, umm, Monica died,” her tone was soft because she knew Ian has always been closest to their mother– well as close as any of them could be to their terrible excuse of a mother.

“Oh,” is all Ian said. “I’m, uh, gonna go take a nap,” he scratched his head and made his way to stairs.

Fiona abruptly turned her head to Lip and they shared the same worried look. Ian noticed as Lip got his phone out and started texting someone as he went up the steps.

He put his bag down on the floor, and laid his bed. A few tears started to well in his eyes, and he finally let them fall. He should careless about Monica, but he always has. He was most like her, so they were connected in some crazy way. Everything was different now– Monica was gone, Mickey was gone.

He gripped his pillow and shut his eyes. Eventually he drifted to sleep, with tears running down his face.

* * *

The next morning, Ian woke up to Mandy sitting on his bed. He hasn’t seen her in so long, so it was a big surprise. “What are you doing here?” He mumbled in a voice that was full of fake confidence. She saw right through it though, like always.

“Wow, missed you too, asshole,” she tried to joke.

He nods. “I did miss you,” he hugged her. “Now what are you doing here?”

The girl sucked in a breath. “Lip texted me. At first I was coming because he and Fi were scared you wouldn’t get out of bed when you woke up,” Ian rolled his eyes at a her words. “Then, you were screaming out Mickey’s name in your sleep. Trevor came over while you were asleep and heard you saying his name– he bugged out and left,” she said. His face got sadder. Truthfully Ian could give a shit about Trevor, that’s not what made him so upset.

Ian wasn’t expecting it, but for the second time in the last twenty four hours, his eyes started to burn and tears rolled down his face. Mandy wrapped her arms around her best friend and continuously hushed him, but nothing seemed to work.

After a few moments of Ian’s hyperventilating, he leaned his head on Mandy’s shoulder. “I fucked up, Mands. I fucked up.”

“With who?” She was clearly confused if he was crying over Mickey, Monica, or Trevor. It’d be hard for her to believe that he would be talking about Trevor though.

He sniffled. “With Mick.” Ian made eye contact with her. “I fucked up so bad. I left him,” he cried. “And now Monica’s dead and I can’t talk to him about it. I need him– I fucking need him,” he said shakily, but he point got across.

She studied the sadness that radiated from her redheaded best friend. Mickey had called Mandy during the night and told her Ian was supposed to come with him, but that was the extent of it, so she didn’t know how bad the damage was.

“Hey,” she said hesitantly. “I have his number. Haven’t talked to the asshole since he got locked up, but he called me last night,” she took out her cellphone. “Call him.”

Ian wiped the tears from his face and looked at her quizzically. “He probably hates me, I’m sure he’ll hang up the second he hears my voice,” he breaks eye contact with her.

Mandy puts her hand on Ian’s cheek and turns his head so they’re eye to eye. “Listen to me, Ian. He fucking loves you. I don’t know why or how,” she chuckles, “but he loves you.” She gives him the phone. “Now call.” When Ian took the phone, she got up and left the room.

Ian hesitantly pressed the call button, and listened to it ring. When the call was accepted Ian’s heart dropped. “Mands?”

“It’s me, Mick,” Ian said with sorrow.

Mickey’s breath hitched. “What the fuck do you want, man?” He spoke with no meanness.

Ian choked back a cry and steadied his breathing. “Monica died.”

“Oh, shit,” Mickey spoke softer than he had when he answered. “Are you okay?” His voice sounded worried. Ian can imagine him rubbing his finger against his bottom lip– it’s his nervous tick.

The redhead let out a dry chuckle. “Everything’s different and fucked up. I left you, the love of my fucking life, in a whole other country, and my mother is dead. She was completely worthless, but she was still my mom so y’know…”

“I know,” Mickey said. He then paused for a minute, and they listened to each other breathe. “Is there gonna be a funeral?”

Ian gulped. “Um, I think.”

“Fuck,” Mickey said to himself. “I wish I could be there for you.”

“It’s my fucking fault though, Mick. I fucked everything up!”

“Shut up, asshole,” Mickey said trying to lighten the mood. “You’ve gotten along pretty damn well without that crazy bitch in the picture, so don’t dwell on it too much, alright? And for us– this isn’t it for us?”

Ian completely agreed with what Mickey said about his mother, so he let it go. The guilt was still present and flowing through Ian though. “How could you ever want me back?”

“Because I love you,” Mickey reassured him. In all honesty, he shocked himself by even saying that right away. “Shit’s too nuts at home for you to have stayed with me, and like you said, you got a job. You got it good for you right now.” He paused. “This isn’t it for us though,” he repeats. “Never is.”

Ian’s lips started to curve into a smile after hearing Mickey say that. “I love you too, and you’re right. Can you just keep talking to me for a little? I don’t wanna go downstairs and talk to everyone about Monica just yet,” he says bashfully.

“Yeah,” Mickey says. He tells Ian his whereabouts and how beautiful the beach is. He tells him how much he misses him and can’t wait for their future together. He makes Ian smile for the first time since they separated.

The two only ended the call when Mandy came up to check on Ian again. They promised to keep in touch. When they hung up, he was surprised by the time– he hadn’t realized how long he was on the phone, but he didn’t mind. Mickey’s voice was always refreshing for him. It was something he had needed, and though he was still hurting because of how different everything was going to be, he knew it’d turn out alright.

Subtle Hints

(based off of @ticklishraspberries prompt) (Ticklish!Harry) (Slight-Drarry)

OF COURSE I HAD THE MAJORITY WRITTEN AND THEN MY INTERNET CRASHED. OF COURSE.

I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly as you envisioned, I got carried away lol.

This is a pre-Hermione-Ron-Relationship fic, for that is why Harry is able to tease them about their feelings. I included the idea of Harry and Draco because honestly, I am a weak little mush for Drarry, and it makes me feel all warm and fluffy inside.

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Hogwarts is a beautiful place. With it’s narrow corridors, seemingly endless staircases, and magnificent lake across the grounds, it’s the ideal place to just sit and relax on a sunny day like this.

Unless you’re best friends with Harry Potter, that is.

“Harry! I swear on Merlin’s life I will snap your wand if you don’t stop.” Ron shouted at the boy. He was simply just trying to sit underneath the old oak tree with him and Hermione and enjoy the weather, but Harry had other plans. These plans mainly consisted of using magic to pull at his red locks of hair.

“Hate to break it to you Ron, but Merlin’s been dead for quite some time, thus rendering your threat useless.” Hermione stated matter-of-factly. Even though it was a Saturday, she was itching to get indoors and begin her Herbology paper. The only issue is that Ron and Harry insisted that she hangout with them, saying that she works too hard and needs a break from academics.

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BTS Boyfriend Type || Hyung Line

A/N: Being more familiar with the Hung line, this will only consist of 4/7 of BTS boyfriend types. Part two will be made. I hope I used the words properly for Namjoons part ^^;

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J-hope: 

     • Waking up to either his gentle, sleeping face or contagiously happy face

  • Jumping, hugging, kissing, him all at once when he comes back early from tour.
  • Him holding you and spinning you around
  • Smiling the second you see him and vice-versa
  • Lets you play with his hair and poke his dimples
  • Making you dance with him and both of you getting giggly every time you step on his foot intentionally/unintentionally
  • Wanting to do couple dance with you
  • If you already know how to dance or have danced in the past, he wont leave you alone until you do a few steps with him/for him

• His habit of sleeping with earphones turn into your habit as well. The guys keep finding you and hobi curled up together, sleeping, while sharing an earphone.

  • Aegyo overdose
  • Fun dates and relaxing picnics until he starts chasing you around and playing with you
  • Screaming for no reason
  • Being knows as the loudest couple. Not sexually, just screaming in general. Example 1: “AHH!” “HOBI WHAT!?” “…I saw a spider~” Example 2: “AHH!” “WHAT?” “…I want a hug~”
  • No matter how bad your day is going, the second you see him all your worries seem to wash away
  • Him teasing you while dancing sexy
  • Then after he’s done, him raising and dropping his brows at you
  • Him; “Baby~” and “Babez~” and “Heaven ~”
  • You; “Baby~” and “Angle~” and “Hobi~”  
  • So many selfies of him and with him
  • Looking through his phone and finding photos you when you’re not looking at him
  • Seeing each other across the room and having bubbles of giggles erupts from the both of you because you two where making faces at each other
  • Sticking your tongue out at him and then him stealing a kiss from you
  • You wanting him to having his hair out of the way because his forehead is so beautiful!
  • Eyeing him when he wears a snapback
  • You are constantly worried for him because he overworks himself
  • So you trick him into not overworking himself
  • “When are you coming back home?” “In a while, I’m finishing the dance and adding a few more-” “Hoseok. Home. Now.” “Can’t do.” “Fine. Sleep well on the street babe.” “OKAY NO IM SPRINTING. I’M ON MY WAY. PLEASE DONT LOCK THE DOOR I LOVE YOU.”
  • Even though he’s ‘the man’, you still cuddle/sleep with his head on your chest, his arms around you and you playing with his hair until he falls asleep; because you know that the second he’s on the verge of falling asleep, he’d open his eyes to work
  • Him keeping you so close to his heart
  • Him worrying to death if you get hurt (doesn’t matter if it’s even a paper cut) or you tearing up
  • Telling you things he wouldn’t dare tell anyone else
  • When he comes back from practice, you force him into the shower and stop him from hugging you while covered in sweat. “Hobi no, shower.”
  • Peppering you in kisses and caving you in hugs all day everyday
  • Holding your hand, hugging, kissing in public and not giving a damn bout what others have to say
  • Him sending selfies of himself to you before and after every event and sending him a photo back
  • Putting his  cap on you, putting his glasses on you because you look so cute with them
  • Mercilessly tickling your sides while you’re under him until you’re in begging him to stop.
  • Then him stoping and staring at you in awe as your breathing gets normal. After you’re steady, him bending down and kissing your forehead and saying some cheesy yet wonderful line. “You look gorgeous when you’re happy.”
  • Basically, he more than just a lover, he’s your best friend. It would be ridiculous to reject his relationship.
  • “I’ll sing a music note from a song that I just wrote. Girl, just take my hand. And let me be your man. Though that’s not what you’re used to .And they say chivalry is dead. Girl, let a real man pick up the slack, and treat you with respect.” Chivalry Is Dead by Trevor Wesley

Jin:

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  • Him waking you up because the breakfast he made for you is getting cold
  • The first time he met you would probably be somewhere revolving around food because duh.
  • Then something about you caught his eye and he couldn’t keep away and slowly made his way to you
  • Taking you out on so many romantic dates
  • Him dressing up in a posh black suit and tie and waiting for you on the other side of your bedroom door
  • Opening the car door for you and pulling out and pushing the chair for you like a gentleman
  • Handholding across the dinner table
  • He’d be the type to introduce you when one of the female waitress starts to flirt with him like; She begins to flirt with him then- “Oh! Y/N, come here. I think you should meet my  girlfriend Y/N.” he’d say to the waitress and her smile would drop.
  • He’d give you his jacket if it gets a little too chilly outside
  • Him; “Baby~” and “Princess~~” and possibally “Kitty~”
  • You; “Handsome~” and “Prince~” and “Jiiiiin~” and “Puddin’ ”
  • Winkin’ at you
  • No matter what you’re size it, you’ll drown in his arms because his arms are so damn long that’ll trap you in them.
  • “I still rap just like Jay-Z!” you leaning over to the person next to you, “I swear, I don’t know him”
  • Annoying you if you’re sleeping in late; taking a strip of your hair and tickling you with it
  • Having photos of him eating food on your phone
  • Having photos of you distracted on his phone
  • For vacation, he’d take you to Disney land and stay their for about three to five days
  • Wearing his clothes and laughing because they awkwardly cute on you because he’s so big
  • Teases you for (probably) being shorter than him
  • Wrapping a blanket around the both of you when having a movie night
  • Going to be completely honest with you if he didn’t like something that you did
  • Gaming with him and playing Mario Cart
  • Waking up late in each others arms or waking up to see the other peacefully sleeping and studying his/your features
  • If you see something you like but not buy it, he’ll surprise you with it the next day
  • He spoils you to death because you are his precious princess peach ~thats a mouthful~
  • Cooking together.
  • And if you are either better or worst than him, doesn’t matter which, he will make you cook his way with him; “No, jagi, like this.” he says while towering over you from behind and holding your hands, helping you cook.
  • Feeding each other because why not?
  • Both of you cooking and having dinner with all of BTS
  • Handholding and light pecks in public
  • Bad puns and throwing pillows at him because of that
  • When you’re sad, he either comforts you by hugging and kissing or he does his traffic dace to see you smile again.
  • Thoughtful and amazing gifts no matter what the occasion is.
  • Turns into a squishy baby if you ever get angry at him. “Don’t you dare look at me like that Kim Seokjin.” “ *does puppy eyes* ” “God damn it.”
  • His wide eyes, fringe and pink cap turns into your weakness
  • Overall, mature relationship. Treat him properly and he’ll treat you like a princes ~~
  • “Look at the stars, look how they shine for you. Everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow. I came along, I wrote a song for you. And all the things you do. And it was called yellow.” Yellow by Coldplay

Rap Monster:

  • The second you wake up, he does too because he’s a light sleeper
  • You’d be brushing your teeth and he joins by putting one arm around you and the other pushing his teeth
  • He knows when and how you want your tea, coffee and beer(if you drink) because he’s memorized you like your the back of his hand
  • smart-assing around the house when the two of you get into an argument
  • and when you try to make up with him. “looks at who’s cloying now. you’re disheveled ass finally learned that I was right?” “you know what? fuck you kim namjoon.” “you should really understand with equanimity.” “ugh!”
  • then him coming after you and making up beach he can’t last that long without you “can i say something?” “get lost.” “i love it when you’re mad. attractive in an idyllically fashion. God, you’re such a beautiful and amazing arrangement of atoms ” “you’re such a nerd.” “i love you.” “i love you too.”
  • cuddling around the rest of the day till night fall
  • when cuddling, you having him under you. like; laying on top of him. having your hands folded and head resting on top of them. your legs spread and having namjoons waist between them. ~not suggestive of anything, actually~ either listening to his heart beat in slices as he breaths while playing with your hair or just having a chill conversation.
  • Some nights, the two of you break out in a singing and dace party with only the two of you; you dancing on the sturdy coffee table and him on the couch until he watches you in awe. then you suddenly hear a yelp followed by a thick thud.
  • You finding him on the ground, behind the couch, because he fell over. “are you okay?” “i think i’ll need a kiss to fix my paining back.”
  • Taking care of him when he gets sick or hurts himself
  • Stealing kisses from you
  • Pressing your finger and kissing his dimples because you can’t help yourself.  
  • Like hobi, kissing, hugging and all that in public
  • He’d love to show you off to the world and tell everyone that you are his-someone-special
  • Him; “Baby girl~” and “Baby Doll~” and “Kitten~” and “Babe~” and to annoy you “Sexy poo~”
  • You; “Babe~” and “Nerd~” and “Joonie~” and to annoy him “My Sailor Moon~”
  • Shopping with him is like shopping with your cool mom who’s annoying at times “You should totally get this.” “Namjoon, no. That is hideous.”
  • Matching clothes and couple clothes are everything. His snapback says ‘King’ and yours says ‘Queen’. His trousers matching with your skirt/shirt.
  • Speaking of cloths, he will make you look like a his tumblr aesthetic. Gothic or Pastel. “Wear this today.” “No.” “Please, you’ll look amazing.” “No. It’s sweat pants and oversized hoodie day.”  
  • Sometimes he’d stop and think what he’s doing; like, if he’s being too dominant, forceful or pushy by always making you wear what he wants. You never take it as he’s being pushy or anything, you just find it as a cute habit of his.
  • So when he gets too quiet for your liking, you ask him if he’s okay or not. He honestly answers and you explain that he’s just thinking too much, as usual, and end up wearing what he wanted.
  • Then he lets you wear whatever you want…but still gives you advice on what to wear. “You should-” “No thank you!” “Okay, okay…I was just saying-” “THANK YOU”
  • He likes it when you dress up in something nice but equally like it when you have a messy-bun-and-sweat-pants day
  • Getting you a little frustrated by looking down at you with the head tilted stare “Hey there sexy~~”
  • Putting at arm around your shoulder when sitting or walking
  • Face Timing/Skype calling you when getting free time
  • His fashion rubbing off on you
  • Showing you how he works and makes his music
  • You being the first person who gets to hear his music
  • Showing you his final work but saying it’s just a demo because he’s scared that you might not like it. “This is just a demo…It’s not finalized and it-it needs some more editing and—” “Joonei, shut up. It’s amazing.”
  • Surprising you by telling that you’re his inspiration. “Really….? Ohmygod. Kim Namjoon you romantic monster, I love you.”
  • Embarrassing himself by going not-so-good aegyo. “What the hell am I even doing?” “Lol.”
  • Him biting his lip when you wear something “innocent yet sexy”
  • Him cringing when you find his pre-debut photos
  • Perverted Namjoon at times
  • Teasing him about the time he dressed up as Sailor Moon “This is a boring show.” “We can always watch…Sailor Moon.” “…I hate you.” “HAHA”
  • Getting drunk and tipsy waltzing around the house while talking, laughing and hiccuping  
  • Daily Kim with significant other
  • Wanting to cook with you…and after seeing the burnt food, ordering take out
  • Him wanting you to sit on his lap
  • Sometimes, staying up late and having 2 a.m. conversations “Is there a proper reason to for our existence?” “I don’t know Joonie…Maybe we’re here to help each other ” “Help with what?” “I don’t know…live?” “Probably…”
  • You’ll become very close to him, meaning that you have the responsibility of reminding him that he’s appreciated and loved not only by you and the boys but by the millions of people who have BTS on their lips
  • “I need a bad talk. Girl, I’m your daddy, no sass talk. Ooh, baby girl you aspire me, give me a reason to keep on. My baby, my royalty. Girl you’re the lyrics to my song.” Little More by Chris Brown

Suga:

  • Lazy Sundays are everything
  • The two of you having you’re days off and both waste them on each other
  • Wakes up before you because he wants to watch you at your most peaceful state.
  • Though he’ll never admit it that fact
  • Staying in bed, holding each other, softly speaking, for about an hour or more till one of you get hungry
  • As you’re making breakfast in one of his shirts, he drapes over you; arms on waist and chin on shoulder
  • more soft speaking and unbreakable eye contact with breakfast
  • Because he’s not the best at expressing him emotions, you value his every heart dripped action and word “You look really pretty today.”
  • He’d also never admit it that you’re at the top of his priorities list. You know it, so does he but he never says it
  • Only for you will he make a fool of him self; when you’re not having the best day, he’d do something stupid like make funny faces, dance weirdly and even sing badly on purpose until he sees those beautiful lips of yours curve upwards. “That’s my girl.”
  • Like Hobi, wanting to see his forehead is a must so when you play with his hair, you push his hair back an admire his forehead
  • If you guys get into a fight, you will for sure bring up the fact that he dressed up as a maid.
  • You are the only person he won’t get pissed at or kill if you wake him up from his beauty sleep  
  • Not the biggest fan of PDA but only dos it to make sure people know who you belong to—and that him and him only
  • If anyone flirts with you, he’d get angry and protective <—something that you love
  • “Never are you going to wear that—” “But Yoongi—” “in front of other people. That’s only for me.”
  • Sometimes when you come home from either shopping or work, you’d find him laying on couch lazy. “i’m back!” “i see that.” “is something wrong?” “i missed you.” “I’ll be there in a sec’.”
  • Him; “Babe~” and “Baby~” and surprisingly “Gorgeous”
  • You; “Babe~” and “Sugar~” and “Suga baby~” and to annoy him “Jelly Bean~” and “Cutie cake~~” and “My sleepy, sweet snuggle bun baby~”
  • Having really pretty photos on his Instagram *you posing like a tumblr aesthetic*
  • When he’s working till 3 a.m. and you wake up to his absence in the other side of the bed, you find him on couch working away. so you sleepily crawl into his lap and stick to him like a baby koala as he continues to work.
  • Eventually finishing work and carrying you up bed to your shared bed and cuddling; arm under and around your shoulder and keeping you close to his chest
  • Him laughing at you and calling you weird when you say how his legs are amazing. “how are your legs achievable?” “you’re crazy.” “i’m serious, yoongi.” “ha, no you’re not you little shit.” ~Admin:have you seen his thighs/leg?! They’re so pretty!~
  • Situation: You miss him since he’s on tour so you wear his sweater and tear up. Then you get a call from him and he sees how sad you are. Spending the next hour or two just talking and comforting each other
  • You turn into his biggest inspiration so he writes lyrics upon lyrics of you
  • He looks at you the way he looks at his trophies
  • If you don’t know how to play basketball, he’ll teach you
  • If you know how to play basketball, he’ll make you better
  • If you play basketball, he’s play with you
  • Wears the small bracelet you got him everyday
  • Will get super pissed if someone upset you
  • You sitting on his lap and doing his eyeliner for time pass
  • Listening to all his stories
  • Would lay his head on your lap while the two of you would play with each other fingers and talk about how your days went
  • Long phone bills because you two have lots of international incoming and out going calls
  • Likes it when you wear his cloths
  • Giving you honey coated smiles
  • Feeling very satisfied when you bring him food while practice and then feeling proud when his girlfriend is being praised for bring food
  • Pretending to be very bored when you tell him about something interesting that happened
  • “I’m just kidding!” He’d say when you’d actually think he fell a sleep during your story time and frown
  • Lets you put on pink, flowery hair bands on his head as long as you promise to have alone time with him (relaxing and sleeping)
  • Getting a little pink when you find his baby pictures “Onmygod! You’re so cute as a baby!” “Aish ….”
  • If he sees you at the back of the room in a fan meet, he’d send the look that says ‘Just a little but longer before I’m free.’
  • Him pretending to be annoyed at you when you play with his gigantic scarves but is actually enjoying sight
  • He’d away on tour and you find flowers around the house  
  • If you ever get angry at him, the fight will end the second you pass him while he’s on the couch because he’d pull you down; you’d be struggling to get free but give up eventually lay down with him and kiss him, both forgetting the argument ever happened once the other says sorry
  • He looks all tough and all in front of other people (especial other men)
  • But is actually a soft teddy that is scared to loose you to some else
  • “Lady don’t rush, we can take it slow, ain’t no body near and no place we have to go. let’s just slow it down, it’s just you and me. there is nothing better than some moonlight chemistry” Moonlight Chemistry by Jeff Bernat

See ya ✌︎

Okay but like TFP makes a lot of sense to me. A lot of people have said introducing Eurus was totally out of the blue but like, there were clues, y’know. 

In The Last Vow, after Sherlock kills Magnussen and Mycroft is arranging for him to be sent on his mission, he says “I’m not prone to brotherly compassion. You know what happened to the other one.” Like? Did y’all just forget that happened or??

Now, this is probably not a clue but, going back to the very first episode, Sherlock makes a lot of deductions about John including some about his brother, Harry. But Harry actually turns about to be John’s sister Harriet. John doesn’t talk to his sister. Neither does Sherlock. (This is irrelevant but I just thought it was interesting)

And ‘The East Wind’ has always been there. No reason it shouldn’t be a person. 

And everyone’s like, why would Mycroft turn the ‘east wind’ into a ghost story instead of just telling Sherlock about Eurus. But, like, Eurus literally killed Sherlock’s best (and probably only) friend and left him traumatized and burned down their house.  

The murder of Victor Trevor could also explain Sherlock not wanting to deal with emotions. And the death of his best friend must have obviously affected him terribly, causing him to suppress the memory. And yet, the times with Redbeard always remained among his favourite memories. (And people have said ‘how would Magnussen have known about Redbeard?’ but if you recall, one of Sherlock’s pressure points was simply just ‘Redbeard’ and not ‘Redbeard, the dog’. And Magnussen knew everyone’s secrets. No reason he wouldn’t know the truth about Redbeard) 

The metaphor of the girl on the airplane was rather beautiful, heart-breakingly so. As we see from the flashbacks, Eurus only wanted to be Sherlock’s friend but when she was rejected, it drove her to kill. Eurus is so detached from this world, with no one to love her, no one to care for her. It doesn’t justify her actions but she WAS thrown into a mental hospital when she was six years old. 

And it now makes sense as to how Moriarty was so clever. I believe he knew the truth about Redbeard. Back in S1E3, when he threatens to burn the heart out of Sherlock and Sherlock says, “I’ve been reliably informed I don’t have one” and Moriarty responds with “I think we both know that’s not quite true.” Maybe he knew about Redbeard? 

Soo yeah, I really loved TFP and if you want to talk more about the episode, whether you liked it or not, feel free to message me or send me an ask! (Although, if you’re just going to send me hate, maybe..don’t?) 

Devastating Headcanon for what really happened with Victor Trevor

The reason Sherlock struggles with his homosexuality and fears his sentimental nature is rooted in what happened in Uni, the final straw in a tormented life.

He grew up like any normal boy, but since he was different he was also isolated. He had trust issues and didn’t make friends easily. He would try his best to impress the other children but they would be put-off by his intellect, calling him names which frequently brought him to tears. Mycroft would tell Sherlock not to care, that feelings were for losers. He was told to “man up” and control his emotions, for he was much too feminine in the way he held himself.

Sherlock started university without any friends. He tried to fit in with the other students the only way he knew how - by showing off his brilliant mind. He frequently deduced personal secrets of those students around him, hoping the subject would bridge the gap between them and solidify his hopes of friendship. He couldn’t understand why these people didn’t warm up to him, though. Another friendless year went by, just like all the years before. But near the end of his university days, it happened. He made a friend.

The young man, Victor, was part of the university’s fencing club which Sherlock also participated in after class. Victor was handsome, and Sherlock was quick to notice. For some reason Victor was different from the others and adored Sherlock’s brilliant mind. The tension between the two grew as time went on, and Sherlock began to let his guard down.

Sherlock was certain Victor was interested in him sexually, just from deducing the way his pulse elevated and pupils dilated every time Sherlock stood close to him. And Victor was interested in Sherlock, but he wasn’t ready to admit that to himself or anyone else - for being interested in men wasn’t something he wanted nor expected from himself. So when Victor invited Sherlock to his home over summer holiday, Sherlock laid the charm on thick, not expecting the outcome that he got.

After recognizing the biological signs of attraction from Victor, Sherlock went in for a kiss. Victor, paralyzed by fear, let it happen. But a moment later he pushed Sherlock’s chest away from him, breaking the kiss and giving Sherlock a horrified stare.

Victor, appalled, told Sherlock that he was out of line, that what he did was ‘not good’. Sherlock was confused - he couldn’t understand why his good friend was behaving this way. Victor went on saying, “I am not gay” and “you really are a freak” hoping to throw all of his inner torment on Sherlock. “Get out” Victor said. “Get away from me, you bloody psychopath.”

And Sherlock, tears welling in his eyes, pleaded with Victor by saying his name softly, not understanding what went wrong. But Victor would have none of it. Sherlock fled into the night overcome with grief. This moment finalized everything he’d always feared: he doesn’t deserve to have any friends and no one will ever love him.

Unable to withstand the torture, he sought out the needle that would make all of the hurt go away. Because after that night he realized he had nothing of substance to offer anyone.

anonymous asked:

What would Trevor do if you came home with a septum piercing?

If you’re asking what I’d personally do, I honestly be like, “What the fuck? Why didn’t you take me with you? And what gives you the right to steal my best friend’s style? And why didn’t you take me with you so I can get a tattoo at the same time?” And depending on what he got exactly, I’d tell him my honest opinion about it. 

If you’re asking me to write this as an imagine, you might want to send this in again so I don’t fuck up and forget to write it when I finish the ships for ships!

“Look.”  Trevor began, doing his best to keep his weary eyes open.  “I get what you’re saying.  I mean, I don’t..get it…but obviously that’s how you feel.  And I really am getting that.  Honestly.  But it’s two in the morning.  You can’t just go after him now.  He’s an asshole anyway.”  He rolled his eyes, never understand why his friend would continue going back to a guy who treated them like dirt.  They deserved better.  “You’re upset and you deserve better.  You know that.  You deserve someone to treat you like a person…like your opinions matter.  So why don’t you stay with me tonight?”

A Matter of Time

Although she deactivated her blog, my wonderful friend, formerly known by most people in the fandom as frozenmorningdew, decided to write an angst-filled one-shot and submit it through my blog. Feel free to leave her some love, guys.


Love.

Was it always this difficult? She truly didn’t know, as she had no past experience to compare it to.

She only knew that she wanted him.

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a-allice  asked:

marvey obv. but can you do them all bc i really want to see your answers :)))))

Yay! I got 3 asks for marvey (which I was of course hoping for, thank you all! :) so I’m gonna do the whole thing haha

(This is really self indulgent tbh, I just love doing these because I have so many FeelingsTM and ThoughtsTM about them)

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Okay, I spent way too much time thinking about this question. Maybe this is a cop-out but I honestly think they both would be, but in different ways. Harvey would do sweet things like kiss Mike’s forehead in the morning at breakfast and run his hands through his hair, while Mike would hug him every time he gets home, put his arms around his waist, and just generally be really clingy. 

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

Mike would be the big spoon because even though I think he wants to be held, even more than that he’s so used to being alone that he wants to hold onto Harvey and know for sure that he’s there. Also maybe it has something to do with people always leaving him…so snuggling up to Harvey and holding him at night is his subconscious way of making sure he doesn’t leave (which Harvey wouldn’t do, of course) and a reminder that he’s not alone.

3. Most common argument?

I enjoy living in a delusional world where they never fight. 

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

Walking their rescued dog through the park while holding hands, obviously. 

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Harvey, because I don’t think Mike could lift him? And Mike falls asleep on the couch a lot so Harvey has to pick him up and carry him to bed. 

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

If we’re talking about physical features, then Harvey loves Mike’s eyes and his cute upturned nose, and Mike loves Harvey’s hair and his strong arms. But as for personality features, obviously Harvey loves Mike’s mind and kindness and Mike loves that Harvey’s inherently a good person but that he’s 100% soft when it comes to how he treats Mike vs. other people. 

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? 

I’m not sure that much else would change? They already have a solid foundation and I think it would just be a natural progression. I think Mike might take a little longer to admit it, but maybe because he’s just not 100% sure if Harvey feels the same way (because let’s be honest, he’s a little oblivious sometimes) but in the end Harvey would just be like, “You idiot, of course I do, I have for years.”

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? 

Alright, Harvey already has literally a million nicknames for Mike (rookie, puppy, tiger, kid, etc) so those would definitely stick and we all know how they originated. As for Mike, I really have a thing for him calling Harvey ‘baby.’ It’s simple and common but coming from Mike it’s a big deal because it shows he would be just as protective of Harvey as Harvey is of him (ie: at the end of the day, Harvey’s his baby too.) 

And protective!Mike is my fucking kryptonite 

9. Who worries the most?

It’s more obvious when Mike worries, because he’s more vocal about it, but Harvey definitely worries more (about work and maybe about their relationship because of his issues with his mother.) It’s just that he instinctively tries to keep it all inside, and Mike has to pick up on subtle cues and reassure him everything will be okay. 

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

This definitely seems like something Harvey would remember and that Mike, ironically, would completely forget.

11. Who tops?

I laugh at this Q every time

12. Who initiates kisses? 

Their pretty equal/in sync on this. 

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first? 

Mike. 

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Harvey. 

15. Who wakes up first?

Harvey.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Mike (it’s totally canon he’s not a morning person.)

17. Who says I love you first? 

Okay, so I have a bunch of unfinished fics that incorporate some kind of storyline where one says ‘I love you’ first and either the other wasn’t ready to say it (cue angst) or was just waiting to hear it because they were afraid to say it (cue fluff) BUT as far as general headcanons go…I think they say it at the exact same time, actually. I mean, it’s canon that they have this habit of saying things in unison so why not this? Like both of them sort of agonize over when to say it because they don’t want to freak the other one out if they aren’t ready, but one morning they both just say it at the same time and realize they were worried for no reason. (At the same time, I’m totally cool with them saying it at the same time and having it be the easiest thing in the world…like neither are surprised they said it simultaneously and they just smile and go on with their day because let’s face it, they both already knew.)

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Harvey. 

Since they probably wouldn’t be working together anymore, he would leave Mike little notes to get him through the day (especially on days they were apart longer or on days Mike was sick or something) and of course, random movie quotes that would make Mike laugh. 

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

OUCH. Can I skip this?

Ok, no, I’ll answer it, but…ouch.

Alright, so Harvey would tell Marcus when things got serious (ie when Mike moved in maybe.) And Jessica is his family, technically, but she would’ve already known for months so when he tells her she just smiles at him.

We haven’t met Harvey’s mother (yet?) so I don’t know if she’d ever really even need or want to know, so I’m not sure about her. (Not going to lie, until we meet her and get some kind of resolution/confrontation…I’m always going to be on Harvey’s side with this for the time being, because it clearly really fucked him up and he was just a kid.)

And Mike…Mike has literally no one to tell and this is the saddest thing in the world, this is exactly what I wrote about in the post I made about a fic I wanted where Mike gets really sad about not having a family/parents to call and tell about the milestones in his life (like marrying Harvey or going back to school/graduating, etc., having kids, etc.) FUCK THIS IS SO SAD I HAVE TO MOVE ON

(My only hope is maybe him and Trevor could reunited/Trevor could be his best man at his Harvey’s wedding… On one hand I really wish Mike had friends to share things with, but on the other hand, Harvey is really all he needs. And I know a lot of people hate Trevor but I still quietly mourn their friendship.)

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Marcus is obviously happy for his brother, and I think him and Mike would get a long great (ah, there we go, Mike has a friend now!!) Jessica and Donna and anyone at the firm who knows supports it because they knew they were fucking soulmates from the start, duh.

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

I actually don’t know? Mike, probably, but Harvey would on a show about how he “doesn’t dance” but secretly he loves it.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

LOL, Harvey.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

I guess this sounds like something Mike would do?

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear at inappropriate times?

BOTH OF THEM.

(honestly where’s that season one gif of Harvey whispering into Mike’s ear?)

25. Who needs more assurance?

This would be equal, it’s just that Mike is more likely to ask Harvey for reassurance whereas Harvey wants to be the strong one so he sorta keeps quiet about it and waits for Mike figure out what’s wrong (which does’t take long because Mike can read him so well.)

26. What would be their theme song?

I swear to god I answered this one out loud in my car today lmfao because it really was perplexing me. I mean, there’s the songs I hear and think “this is 100% marvey” but then…there could be a totally random song that would never remind me of them but maybe they heard it at a restaurant on their anniversary or at a smoky bar when they were dancing on Mike’s birthday, or in the back of a cab after they drank too much and couldn’t stop laughing…and it just became Their Song.

(But if we’re going with the former, I have like a million so it’s hard to pick. One in particular that will always make me think of them, from Mike’s POV, is I’ll Be by Edwin McCain)

I’ll be your cryin’ shoulder
I’ll be love suicide
I’ll be better when I’m older
I’ll be the greatest fan of your life

27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

MIKE! Not saying Harvey wouldn’t do this, because he totally would and he’d be an amazing dad, but this just screams Mike honestly. Because of the thing where his parents/grammy used to read him Curious George, it just seems like reading/singing to his kid(s) is something he would make sure he did.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Harvey thinks of Mike fondly throughout the day and can’t wait to see him again, but Mike is slightly more frantic about it because How Does He Do This Life Thing Without Harvey.

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart.

That Harvey loves Mike more than Mike loves Harvey.

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it.

Mike loves him just as fucking much GOODBYE