ugh i still need the shirt

anonymous asked:

Oh I meant near death type of injury. But the other one is okay, I'll read that one.

Nah I gotchu fam. I’m on it <3

Gods bless elixirs and phoenix downs, am I right?

Bros Discovering a Life Threatening Injury on their S/O


You were out of potions. You had succumbed to your injuries. You were out of the fight. 

“Y/N!” You heard Noctis call out to you as your eyes began to drift to a close. 

“N-noct…” a quiet moan left your lips as you felt your consciousness slipping away from your fingers. The sounds of the battle at hand began to halt. You gasped out a shallow breath calling out to your prince once more. “Noctis… please.”

You felt a pair of familiar arms scooped you up. A sense of protection surrounded you as his scent filled your nostrils. You heard as your lover and friends spoke, but their voices were merely muffled. You were hardly hanging onto consciousness. 

“Ignis. Give Y/N a Phoenix Down,” he commanded his Royal Advisor, fighting back tears. He didn’t want to let you out of his grip. He needs to feel your presence under his fingertips. 

Not missing a single beat, Ignis did as commanded, placing the feather like item into your clammy palms. It dissolved into your touch, allowing whips of a healing aura to surround you. 

“We need to get back to camp,” Noctis’s heart rate slowed as he witnessed your wounds close up. You, however, remained unconscious. With careful, hasty movements, he carried you to the Regalia. 

He held you close to his chest, refusing to let you go until your eyes fluttered open hours after returning to camp.


“Are you sure you’re okay?” Prompto questioned you skeptically. He clasped his hand around your waist, helping you walk forward despite your noticeable limp. 

“Yeah, Prompto. I just… need to get back to camp…” you voice trailed off into silence as your lightheadedness got the best of you. You sunk to your knees, even with Prompto’s support. “Ugh,” you groaned, falling completely forward, face down onto the grass.

Your leg throbbed with pain. You could literally feel the blood gush through your freshly made bite wound. The group and you had successfully defeated a fearsome behemoth, but you suffered a great injury. 

Prompto wasted no time to run to your side. “Y/N?” He took his hand in yours. He was practically begging you to respond. 

“Prompto… i’m okay,” you assured breathlessly, your eyes slowly fluttering to a close. 

“No no no, sweetie, don’t close your eyes,” he muttered to you desperately. “Guys!” Prompto shouted out to the rest of the group that had already walked ahead quite a number of yards. “Guys, Y/N needs help!” 

Thinking quickly, Noctis reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle of elixir and tossed it into the air. Prompto captured the vial with ease and quickly turned his attentions to you. Carefully, he turned you on your side to get a better look at your wound.

It was dramatically inflamed around the plentiful bite marks that ran up and down your calf. The redness of irritation already began to cause your skin to swell. 

Quickly, Prompto opened the vial of the elixir and applied it onto the bloody wound. You laid completely still as the searing pain faded into nothing. “Prompto,” you muttered his name.

“Yeah?” He responded urgently. 

“I’m going to need another elixir if you keep squeezing my hand this hard,” you giggled. 

“Oh! Sorry!” He quickly removed his grip from your hand. “Are you feeling better?”

“Much better,” you stated. “Just… tired.”

“We’ll get you back to camp soon, baby.”


“I don’t need you doting me!” You shouted toward Gladio as he tried to assist you further with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. With all of your strength, you pushed the burly man away from you. The instant his arms fell from your body you collapsed onto the floor.

“Dammit, Y/N! Now’s not the time to prove yourself,” he grumbled, rushing to your side. 

You pressed your hands over the stab wound you had just received on your lower right side of your abdomen. “Argh,” you soon regretted your decision to push your boyfriend from you. 

Gladio and you had gone out to collect fire wood for the evening. Unfortunately, the daemons decided to rise extra early to reek havoc on the wilds of Lucis. An Iron Giant was nothing you and Gladio couldn’t handle together… but the monster got lucky and caused a fatal wound to appear onto your stomach. And of course you had used your last potion during the battle before you received you even received your wound.

There was still a bit of a walk until you were back in the safety of camp. 

“Gladio…help,” you croaked. It wasn’t unusual that a bad injury made you bitter toward your surroundings… your boyfriend included, but the pain you now experienced was too much for you to force a strong facade. “It hurts,” you cried, feeling a single tear slip down your cheeks. 

“It’s okay, baby. You’re gonna be okay,” with a careful movement, he slid his hands underneath you, hoisting you into the safety of his arms. A wave of dizziness swept over you at the sudden movement of Gladio taking off into a sprint. 

“Gladio…” you muttered. Your eyes fluttering shut. “Hurry.”

It felt only like you left your consciousness for a mere minute. Yet, you awoke on the campgrounds with a phoenix down dissolving into your palm. 


Your eyes blinked open slowly. 

Am I dead? Those were the first thoughts that entered your mind. You cocked your head to the right to find yourself inside the tent back at camp.

The last thing you remembered was seeing a gash split open on the side of your ribs. You remembered blood spilling out, staining your shirt… You remembered falling to the floor. 

“Ugh,” you groaned out, feeling a throbbing pain in your head. 

“Darling?” Ignis’s voice called out to you. Anxiously, you turned your head to the left, finding Ignis sitting idly behind you. He was in the process of threading a needle. Stitches. You shuddered. 

“Ignis…. w-what happened?”

“A Magitek Assassins came close to…” he paused, stopping himself from continuing. “You’re fine,” he stated aloud, regaining his composure. “I quickly administered and Phoenix Down and an Elixir. Your wound closed up considerably… but you still need stitches, I’m afraid.”

“How long was I out?” You questioned shakily, trying to sit up straight. Ignis’s gloved hand halted you.

“You mustn’t strain yourself, Y/N. You’re still healing,” carefully, he eased you back down onto your bed roll. “Now please hold still so we can get this done and over with.”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip nervously. 

“You were out for a few hours,” he stated with a sigh, finally responding to your question. You could see the fear and anxiety that rested in his green eyes. He studied the needle carefully, not making a move.

“Ignis… I’m sorry to have scared you like that,” you began to mutter your apology, placing a gentle hand on his knee.

“It wasn’t your fault, love,” he leaned down to you a pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m just happy you’re here safe with me.”

I May Hate Myself In The Morning (ethan/reader)

requested by numerous people :’)

based on i may hate myself in the morning by lee ann womack

a/n- this should be the last part, but ya’ll know i have no self control so lets see what happens lmao

part one part two

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Not feeling good today guys. Throat feels like I swallowed acid. Could use well wishes and promptis (rps or art [sfw and nsfw]). {bonus points if you find me porn I haven’t seen} *sidenote* I really need this shirt to say “I ride chocobros”. *IM ALSO STILL TAKING WIG COMMISSIONS*

Behind The Scenes 3 (15/???)

Author’s note: One day I will figure out how many parts there are… But for now, there are only like 3 or 4 cities till the end. I know I said I would do longer scenes, but for the sake of dramatic effect and my habit of procrastination, I need to buy myself more time to finish the last of BTS 3. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Let’s say fluff for now (Jungkook)

Word Count: 2675

City: Manila (Day 3)

Summary: Y/n and Jungkook spend almost the whole day together.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

You opened your eyes to see that Jungkook had already woken up. He was sitting next to you as he watched TV.

He smiled down at you as you stretched awake. “Good afternoon sleepy head.”

In your groggy state, you stared up at him until the details of who he was, where you were and what year it was finally came back to you. “… Afternoon?” you mumbled.

“It’s 3pm on the dot!”

“Oh damn!” you muttered as you rubbed your eyes. “What did you do while I was asleep?”

“I washed up, ate, watched TV, took a nap with you, then Jimin and Tae showed up. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up, we were kinda loud as we ate lunch. Then they left when Tae had to go to the deal with Namjoon, so now I’m back to watching TV.

You sat up next to him. “It sounds like you had a long day.”

“Eh, it was kinda boring with you asleep… Go wash up and let’s go eat down stairs! Then we can come back and be lazy again.”

“Ok” you smiled.

It wasn’t long before you both were dressed in matching button down shirt and were enjoying a meal at the restaurant. For once, you and Jungkook had a fun and drama free time. The late lunch date was filled with laughter from making bad puns and having a staring contest while you were waiting for the food to arrive.

After the meal, you and Jungkook took a walk around the hotel grounds. Most of your time was spent walking in the hotel garden.

Jungkook being Jungkook convinced you to take the “most thug” pictures possible with all the flowers. At this point, you were having so much fun with him, you didn’t care how stupid either of you looked to the people around you.

Once it got dark, you and Jungkook headed back to the room.

Jungkook let you in the room first, but quickly pulled you into a hug after he closed the door. When he pulled you into a kiss, you pulled back, but kept your arms wrapped around him. “What was that for?”

He shrugged. “Nothing really. I just realized that I didn’t get a kiss from you today.” He said as he attempted to kiss you again. “Ya! You told me we get to be lazy when we got back.”

“Fine, fine. You get in bed and I’ll get my laptop ready.”

“Laptop?” you asked walking to the bed. “Why don’t we just watch TV?”

“TV? What TV?” He asked as he pretended to not see the large TV mounted on the dresser where he was typing in his password.

“Oh, you know, the huge ass one right in front of you!”

“Oh, that TV! Yeah, that doesn’t work.” He said, crawling next to you.

“It doesn’t work?”

“Not at all!” He kept his eyes glued on the computer as he typed in the website.

“Then how were you watching TV when I woke up?” you laughed because you knew you caught him.

“… That’s not important right now jagi. That was then this is now, stop living in the past.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes at him and let out a small chuckle. It was probably just best to play along with whatever he was doing right now. You decided to just rest your head on his shoulder. “What are we going to watch?” you asked as you looked at what he was scrolling through on the screen.

“I’m not too sure. I just clicked whatever. I think it’s an anime.”

“Yeah sure, you “randomly” chose an anime.”

He smiled at you but only responded by pressing play and starting the episode.

The episode wasn’t even halfway through the intro when Jungkook paused it. “Let’s lay down. My neck hurts.” He laid back and rested the laptop on his chest.

You lay down and scooted a bit closer to him to see the screen.

Once again, the episode didn’t play for long before it was paused again. “Wait, my back hurts. I have a better idea.” He moved onto his side to face you and supported himself on his elbow. Then he moved the laptop over to the empty space next to you and played the video again. “This is better.” He mumbled as he left his arm draped over your waist.

You held back a laugh as you looked up at him. He was staring intensely at the screen trying to hold back his own laughter because he knew you were staring at him.

You rolled onto your side, taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders.

A small chuckle escaped him and he held you tighter.

The rest of the episode was constantly interrupted by Jungkook’s cute antics. He took whiffs of your hair, commenting how good you smelled despite having used the exact same shampoo as well. You proceeded to have trouble keeping track of the plot and the characters because Jungkook began playing with your hair. His attempts to braid it always resulted in knots and tangles.

Well into the second episode, you felt his stray kisses landing on your ear, your neck, and your jaw.  At one point, his kiss on your cheek made his hair flop forward and he covered your view of the screen.

That was the last straw and you paused the show. “Hey!” you whined. “I missed what happened! I thought we were supposed to be watching the anime you chose.”

“Aw, I just want a kiss.” He pouted.

You pulled him down for a small kiss and tried to turn back to the computer.

“Ok, wait! Another one! Please~!”

You gave him another one so he would behave, however, that kiss lead to another and another and soon it was much more than just a kiss.

It wasn’t long before he was on top of you with your fingers gripping into his hair. He had learned his lesson from the last time and his hands didn’t dare move from your hips. From the way, his mouth and tongue moved with yours, it was obvious how bad he wanted you. You found yourself wanting to take things further and you knew it was wasn’t going to happen unless you said something.

As if he could read your mind, he went after your weakness. His mouth moved down your jaw and was sucking the sweet spot on your neck. Again, you let out a small moan and you knew you wanted to take things further.

You unraveled your arms from around him and brought them to your chest. Jungkook took it as a sign to stop and swiftly pulled himself back. “Jagi, what is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“Huh? No… It’s just…” your fingers played with the top button of your shirt. “… I feel like you want a bit more… I kinda do too… so then maybe we could…”

His eyes focused on your fingers “… Well, baby only if you want to.” But the look in his eyes begged you otherwise.

You very slowly unbuttoned the first button. The second you pulled back the collar to open your shirt a bit, his lips attacked your newly exposed skin. He kissed all he possibly could before he reached the fabric once again. You undid the next button and his lips moved further down, not letting a single spot go untouched.

You had just unbuttoned the third button, giving him access to your chest, when a stupid loud laser sound went off. You both knew that meant Jungkook just got a text from V. However, the sound itself was so unexpected, it practically scared the shit out of you.

The annoying ringtone didn’t stop and it was getting you out of the mood. The incessant ringing didn’t bother Jungkook though. “Just ignore it baby.” he said in between kisses. He had already finished unbuttoning your shirt and his hands were under your back, unclasping your bra. You let everything just slip off your upper body and Jungkook threw them across the room. The texts still didn’t stop. His phone became frantic with incoming messages and it was hard to ignore.

Jungkook unbuckled his pants and his hands moved fast to the waistband of yours, but you stopped him. “Jungkook, just see want he wants then turn off the phone or something. It’s so annoying.”

“Ugh, fine.” Jungkook stretched over you and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

As he scrolled through the messages,ou unbuttoned his shirt, letting your hands roam his body.

“Fuck!” He cursed through his teeth.

You stopped at his seriousness. “What happened?”

“Fucking Tae says he needs to fucking talk to me about some stupid shit.” He huffed.

“I thought he was out with Namjoon still.”

Jungkook sat up to catch his breath. “Well apparently they are back now.” he looked down at you disappointed that the moment was ruined.


He sent back a few texts before he got up and walked across the room to pick up your shirt and bra. “While I go to Tae’s room, you have to stay with Jimin.”

Your inside flipped around from guilt instantly. “Why?!?”

“Well according to Tae, what he needs to talk about is something he needs to tell just me… and its best you not be alone…” he said as he handed you your clothes.

You quickly put them on, avoiding his eyes. “Oh…  well, yeah. I get that…” you mumbled.

Jungkook sat at the edge of the bed now. “Yeah?”


You felt the urge to cover yourself up as much as possible at the thought of being stuck in a room with Jimin, so much so that you even got up from the bed to get your shoes on, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist and pulled you between his legs. “It’s nothing personal jagi. We can’t leave you alone in general.”

“Yeah I get it, but why Jimin?” The last thing you wanted to do was face Jimin. There was already so much guilt and anxiety growing inside you.

“Well, you aren’t talking to Yoongi or Hoseok. You most definitely are not going with Hiro, Namjoon or Jin. Minho is your only other option, but he isn’t the easiest person to be around. He’s pretty weird sometimes and I don’t completely trust him all the time.”

You let out a sigh. “Ok, yeah, I get why it’s to Jimin’s room I go.” You gulped.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him. “But when I get done talking with Tae, you and I can go back to what we were doing.”


Jungkook knocked on Jimin’s door and waited for him to open it. “Don’t worry baby, it shouldn’t take me long.”

“Don’t call me that!” you whispered harshly.

“What? It’s not like he’s gonna hear us through the-“

The door slowly opened and Jimin appeared. “What does Tae have to talk to you about anyway? I texted him about it but he didn’t really tell me anything.” He said to Jungkook.

You could feel your face on fire. You couldn’t even get yourself to look directly at Jimin because you felt he could read your mind or something.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know either.” Jungkook shrugged. “He just insisted that I go to his room and talk with him. It’s probably some crap with Namjoon and the deals or something.”

“That’s weird. It’s kinda late to be talking right now, but then again if they barely got back from a deal then I guess I get it… But it’s whatever. As long as I don’t get dragged into all the dealing drama, I’m good.” Jimin’s phone buzzed and he pulled it out to read his message. “Jungkook get your ass over there. He’s still waiting and I want these messages to stop.” He said as he typed away.

“Fine, you and y/n have fun.” Jungkook said as he walked off to V’s room.

Jimin gave you a smile and moved back to let you in. You very awkwardly smiled back and ducked your head as you entered the room.

“It nice to see you finally up.” he laughed. “How did your free afternoon go?”

“Ha-ha” you laughed nervously. “Uh, I was alright I guess.” You could feel your forehead sweating. “We- I mean- I didn’t really do anything different! Nope just ate and watched TV as usual…”

Jimin definitely noticed your behavior. “Y/n are you okay? You’re acting a bit weird.”

“Shit!” you thought. You tried to think of a lie to tell him. “Oh, uh, I’m fine! I just uh, I uh, I drank some espresso in my room cuz I wanted to see what it would taste like… I probably got a bit too carried away trying it. Ha!” you let your nervous jitters out and prayed that he believed you.

“Well then you must have been having some fun then.” He smiled again.

“I need to change the subject fast!” you thought. “So how do you like having your own room?!?” you blurted out. “I feel a bit weird not sharing a room with you anymore.”

Jimin smile grew. “Well, don’t take this the wrong way, buuut… I like having my own room again.” He blushed.

You dropped your jaw dramatically. “I take full offense!” you laughed.


Lailani stood in front of the standing mirror, doing one last check of her dress before he got to the room. She grabbed the cellphone from the top of the dresser and sent a text to Jimin. *Jk says y/n will be with you. send her to my room in 15*. She then went to the door to idly wait for the young idol’s arrival.

Finally, she heard someone knocking and she rushed to get it open.

She could see his face turned sour as he looked down at her. He was quick to shift his gaze on anything else but her and cleared his throat before he spoke. “Lailani… Just came to talk to Tae.” Jungkook said awkwardly.

She smiled up at him and stepped to the side to let him walk in. She closed the door, but made sure it didn’t click shut, as Jungkook went about the room in search of V.

“Um, so, uh, where is Tae?” Jungkook asked nervously.

His awkwardness was a bit off putting, yet completely adorable. Lailani had a feeling that was going to make things a bit more fun. “He’s not here.” She said blankly.

Jungkook looked confused and it only made her want to laugh. She held herself back and stayed as serious as possible.

“Then why did he text me?” He asked more to himself than to her.

“Oh, he didn’t text you, I did!” She smirked as she held up V’s cellphone that she swiped from his coat pocket before he left.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at her. His jaw clenched a bit. It made him look so much manlier than a few moments ago. “Ok! What is this about?”

She took a few steps up to him, just close enough to brush her chest up against his. “Nothing much, I just wanted to talk about old times.”

He scoffed at her. “You gotta be kidding me. I don’t have time for this.”

He tried to walk out of the room, but she dashed in front of him. “What’s the rush? Aw, you look tense.” She said as she slid her hands up his strong shoulders. “Why don’t I give you one of my massages. You used to love those, remember?”

He brushed her hand off him. “No thanks.” Again he headed towards the door.

In a panic she went straight to her last resort. “How do you think Y/n will react when I tell her about us?!? Better yet, how do you think the tabloids will handle the news?” Those words stopped him in his tracks. “If only there was a to keep me quiet.” She said tauntingly.

First of all, I want to thank you all for all the activity I got over the last scene. You all literally made my day. I had the BIGGEST smile on my face every time I saw how you guys reacted to my question and who you guys were choosing y/n to be with. Even on the stuff I got from some of you today, almost a week later (let’s be honest here, I couldn’t wait anymore to post this part up) , just made me feel so good. The activity and the reactions/comments I got from you all made me so happy.

Second, I didn’t think this would happen, but I kinda like writing now… so idk, I was thinking of starting a side blog for scenarios or something. I am not too sure yet. I have many idea for other scenarios/drabbles, but I don’t want to congest this blog with any more stuff. If I do make another one, the BTS series will still be post on this blog (I don’t want to deal with moving links and changing the watermark on the GIFs). I am still debating it though.

dragontails89  asked:

How about 86 for the prompts for days? Thank you :)

Sure thing! Thanks for the prompts! ;D

The Pendant

Hiccup ducked under a hanging chain, rattling it on his way to grabbing a set of tongs off the wall. He tested them before grabbing the heated sword in it’s grip with his right hand, grabbing the large hammer with his left and bringing it down and sending ringing pounds against the glowing red medal.

He huffed against the heat, because it was stifling hot in the forge. Didn’t help that today- out of all the days to have Inferno break- was one of the hottest day on Berk, really the only day that they had an actual “summer day”. The teens had even gone swimming down by the bay since it was so hot, and Hiccup hoped to finish this sword soon so he could go and join them. Perhaps he could even convince Astrid and the gang to go swimming with him in the cove, since he enjoyed the shadiness of the trees and how cool the water was there more so then the salty water of the ocean.

But he still needed to finish Inferno so it would be ready to take along when they returned to the Edge, and he would have it handy if they ran into any unfriendly foes or dragons. Thinking of dragons, Hiccup glanced over at Toothless who was drowsing by the doorway, the dragon eyeing the door wearily as though longing for the semi-cool fresh air outside.

“Go ahead, bud.” Hiccup urged, waving the heavy hammer towards the door. “I’ll be done in a bit.”

Toothless huffed thankfully before climbing to his feet and trotting out the door and quickly disappearing from sight. Hiccup sighed and turned back to Inferno, pushing it against the anvil and trying to reshape the broken medal.

Gods it’s hot… he thought tiredly. The heat and all the work was beginning to make him feel drowsy, and he really didn’t want to fall asleep before going for a swim…

He paused for a moment and looked down at his sweaty and thick red woven shirt, pondering if he should dare to remove it in a rather public space as the forge. But then he remembered how Gobber used to do that himself back in the day, but then the blacksmith had grown smart enough to wear a sleeveless shirt and therefore never did it anymore…

But Hiccup still wasn’t that smart. He had never liked exposing his arms- because he’d been so scrawny- but at this point he was just too downright hot to care. He felt sweaty and sticky, and the shirt was beginning to rob against his skin and irritate it…

He set the tools down and hastily pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it in the corner before picking up the tools and resumed the pounding on the sword. After a couple minutes he began to cool down, and felt more comfortable as he moved about without the wet fabric of his shirt rubbing against him.

He smiled in satisfaction and leaned back, eyeing the sword happily before setting it aside to cool. He would leave it for now instead of dunking it in the water, which would sometimes make the medal loose some strength. For now, he could go and take that swim he desperately wanted (and needed, to be honest. He was nothing but a sweaty and smelly mess) then return to make the finishing touches.

He was about to go and retrieve his shirt when he heard a light tap on the door, so he turned and smiled when he saw a flash of blonde hair and a blue shirt- sure signs that Astrid had come for a visit.

She stepped around the large anvil and flashed him a smile, freezing in mid step when she caught sight of him. Silence fell, only the sound of the cackling fire filling the room.

“Oh gods!” Hiccup exclaimed, realizing that he was still shirtless. “G-g-ive me second!” He rambled, making a mad dash towards his shirt. But he realized with a groan that it had landed in a large bucket of water used for cooling weapons, and he knew it would be pointless to try and pull a soaking wet woolen shirt over his head. It would cling to him and literally be a waste of time and energy.

“Uh… hold on!” He called back before stumbling towards the room in the back he used for all his notes, looking about wildly for any signs of fabric. Anything. He was sure he could even make a pair of trousers work at this point.

“Hiccup..?” came a voice from beyond the room. He frantically rummaged through his desk, groaning with despair when he realized not a scrap of fabric was in sight.

“Hiccup! Get out here right now!”

“Coming, Astrid!” he called back, once again resuming the search. Nothing!

“It’s fine, Hiccup. I just came from seeing Snotlout shirtless, I think you’ll be fine.” Astrid called out again.

Hiccup groaned before spinning around and opening the door, blinking down at Astrid for a moment, all words fleeing his mind and for a moment, he swore he’d never even learned the alphabet.

She was staring at him with wide blue eyes, and it was only then that he realized her hair was dripping water all over her shirt, dampening her shoulders. That led to another thing, her armor was gone. Now she only wore a soft brown skirt with her leggings and boots, along with her blue tank top. Shoulder guards were gone.

“H-hey…” Hiccup stuttered, finally finding his voice. “What’re you doing here?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but knew he failed miserably by the too high pitched squeak in his voice.

“Hey.” She smiled up at him, flipping her dripping bangs out of her face. “I came to see if you wanted to come swimming, it’s too hot to be working here today…”

Hiccup laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck before realizing that it was probably better to just… keep as still as possible until he found a shirt. “Haha, actually… kinda figured that out on my own.” He gave a small gesture to his upper half.

“You… you shouldn’t be so ashamed you know.” Her eyes flicked down towards his chest. “You look a lot better then Snotlout or Tuffnut.”

He offered a lopsided grin. “Thanks… I think…”

“That was a compliment.” she laughed lightly, her eyes sparkling.

She grinned again before biting her lip, once again doing a flip of her head. “I-I also brought you something…”

Please don’t be Yaknog! he thought desperately. Anything but Yaknog! He wasn’t sure he could keep it down this time… especially since it was so hot.

“Um, here.” She shoved a small bundle into his arms, and he glanced up at her in confusion. She eyed him before flicking her gaze at the bundle, urging him to open it.

“I-I got you a present…” she added, more like an after thought. “Open it!”

Hiccup smiled at her before unfolding the cloth, revealing a strange medal and leather cord, thonged together. He pulled it out, noticing first off how a black scale was attached as a pendant at the bottom, the medal beads and a black feather hanging around it.

He looked closer, and realized with a small gasp that the black scale belonged to a Night Fury- Toothless to be exact- and that the leather chord was intended to go around the neck. It was made well, guaranteed to hold up for a long time.

“You… did you make this?” He asked in bewilderment, looking up at the nervous girl before him.

“Umm… yeah- I-I did…”

Gods, she’s beautiful when she stutters…

“I’ve been working on it for awhile, and I didn’t really know if you’d like it or not. Since it’s-it’s not exactly manly…”

“What?” Hiccup asked, truly puzzled. “Why… why is this not manly?”

“It’s a chord for the neck- a necklace sorta…” She stumbled over the words, added with a blush. Hiccup grinned even more at the sight of the pink tint of her cheeks, loving the way she got embarrassed. For once it was her who was blushing and not him…

“Astrid, I love it.” Hiccup interrupted. “It… it means so much more to me because it’s Toothless’s scale, and…” He held it up to his neck, flashing her a grin. “It’ll look good with my leather, huh?”

She smiled and blushed a bit more, making him realize again that he was still without a shirt. It was his turn to blush now, and he lowered the necklace back into his palm.

“And it’ll remind me of you, since you made it.” Hiccup added softly. “Thank you Astrid.”

She smiled again before leaning forward, and he knew what she wanted. He gently pressed his lips against hers, the kiss quick and short but sweet none the less.

“Now, I really need to go find a shirt.” Hiccup said before stepping away, slipping the chord over his head as he did so. “Ugh, which means I have to walk through town… like this.” He gestured to himself again with another groan.

“Here, I’ll run up to your house and find you a shirt. But I thought you were going to go swimming?”

Hiccup paused, then laughed when he realized what she said was true. “Oh, right. I guess we could go straight to the cove then.”

“I’ll go get the others.” Astrid said with a smile before running off and disappearing out the door.

Hiccup looked back down at his neck, letting his fingers play with the scale and feather. How long had it taken her to make this? It looked complicated… especially since it was so small and she never liked needle work in the first place. Which was what made this little token so much more special.

University Drabbles 01: Baekhyun, Junmyeon, Yixing

Short scenarios ft. EXO as cute boys at university, because the arrival of fall means it’s time to romanticize academia as a coping mechanism for how awful school is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Originally posted by biubaek


You have a paper due tomorrow. The campus library is packed, but you find one seat open next to a guy you recognize from your economics class. He offers you a quick glance when you sit down, then turns back to his laptop, a look of intense concentration on his face.

You realize after sitting down that you forgot your earbuds, but you can’t waste time going back to get them. You’ll have to just suffer through the silence.

And, apparently, the clicking.

Econ Guy is practically assaulting his wireless mouse. Accompanying that is the aggressive mashing of keys, some sharp intakes of breath, and him restlessly jiggling one of his legs. You wonder for a moment what he could possibly be doing, so you lean over a bit and catch a glimpse of his screen.

League of Legends.

He apparently catches you looking. He removes his headphones to let them hang around his neck, clears his throat and mumbles, “The WiFi is better here.”

He quits the game soon after, then pulls out his notes and starts working. The ambient gaming sounds are replaced by his steady typing, long fingers moving rapidly over the keys. Soon it blends in with the rest of the sounds in the library.

After nearly an hour, Econ Guy leans back and stretches. He stares blankly at his screen for a while, then turns to you.

“Wanna get coffee or something?” he says. Then, belatedly, “Baekhyun. Nice to meet you.”

You have the sneaking suspicion that he wants an excuse to stop being productive, but you go with him to the campus cafe anyway, in part because you also want an excuse to take a break (but also because he has a cute smile and pretty hands and kind of a nice voice).

The next day in class, he takes the seat next to yours. Before you can even say hello, he sets a cup of coffee in front of you. When your eyes meet, he winks.

Originally posted by qrishan


Having a hot RA is a nightmare, because when you find a wasp in your dorm and your roommate has classes for the next three hours, you’re forced to shuffle over to said RA’s room in your pajamas, for fear of suffering from Death by Wasp if you stay in your room alone a moment longer.

Junmyeon is out in the hall already, mediating a very loud dispute between two boys on your floor. The look on his face says he would rather be doing literally anything else as one of them spits out the words “fucking used condom in the sink.”

He spots you making your way toward them and interrupts one of the boys mid-rant. “Okay, fill out the forms for a change of room and I’ll let you know who’s moving where by the end of the week.” He shoves a small stack of papers at both of them and gives them a cheery grin as they walk away, grumbling and glaring at each other.

“Hi! Did you need something?” Junmyeon asks when you make your way over to him.

“There’s a wasp in my room?” you say, embarrassed and uncertain now that you’re actually here.

He lets out a loud whoosh of breath. “Finally, an easy problem,” he says. “You’re in 423, right?” You nod, and he follows you back to your room.

The capture of the wasp is quick and clean. You watch from the doorway as Junmyeon traps it under a cup, slides an index card underneath, and walks over to release it through the window before quickly pulling the window shut.

“There!” He looks out the window with a pleased smile. Rather than shining armor, he’s wearing sweatpants and a loose-fitting T-shirt, and he isn’t a knight so much as an English lit major who’s paid to babysit a bunch of other students. Still, you’ve never seen anyone more heroic in your life.

“Thanks, my roommate’s in class and I was kind of freaking out,” you say.

“No problem! If you ever need anything, my door’s always open.” He gives one last charming smile before taking his leave.

(You notice, with slight distress, that he has a nice ass, too. Ugh.)

Originally posted by unnieoppa


It’s raining, and he’s still there, strumming his guitar.

The bench this guy usually occupies in the afternoon is completely drenched, so he’s sitting at the base of a large tree instead, the branches overhead keeping him dry as he plays whimsical and vaguely depressing music. Sometimes you see him pause to write something down. Composing, maybe.

You find yourself having to invade his sacred music space when your umbrella decides to stop working, and the tree is the only dry spot nearby that doesn’t have a constant flow of traffic. His eyes follow you as you walk over with your malfunctioning umbrella. You give him a tight smile, awkward and apologetic about the disturbance. He goes back to playing solemn chords.

Moments later, as you struggle to fix one of the misshapen stretchers, you hear loud humming accompanying the soft guitar music. The tune sounds familiar, but you can’t immediately place it. Then the chorus hits.

You laugh. “Rihanna?” you say, looking over at the musician.

He’s staring wistfully into the distance when you turn to look at him, but then he pauses to take his guitar pick out of his mouth before closing his eyes and delivering the most mournful series of “You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh eh eh”s you’ve ever heard.

He finishes off the song with an improvised instrumental break. You clap at the end of his performance. He gives you a tired but genuine smile, and you notice for the first time that he’s actually kind of handsome.

“Really though, you can borrow mine if you need to,” he says, tilting his head to the side to indicate the compact purple umbrella next to his bag. “I’ll be here for a while anyway.”

“Are you sure?” you say. He hums. “Thanks. Oh–I’m (y/n), by the way.”

“Yixing,” he says. “Actually–do you have anywhere to be right now? I’ve had writer’s block all day, and the weird romantic tension right now is giving me inspiration.”

“…No, I’m free,” you say, sinking down to the ground next to him.

The wasp incident may be based loosely on something that happened in my third year of university, except it involved my friend down the hall and the resident maintenance guy and some panicked crying. Fun times were had by all.

Good luck/my condolences to everyone in school right now! And remember:


- Admin V

Hello Detective Chapter 34

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The next few days had began like any other, until you got sick. It started just with vomiting in the mornings and then into the day it progressed into a nice cold. You thought it might have been food poisoning, but it seemed more persistent than that. It seemed to be a bad cold mixed with a stomach bug.

You called in sick for work and Lestrade told you to stay home until you were symptom free, he couldn’t risk you getting anyone else sick at work.

You needed to go to a doctor, but you didn’t have a set one here, you had only lived here for about a year, and it had been a very busy year. You called John instead and told him what was happening. He told you he thought it was a cold too, but if you came over to the flat he could check you out and possibly give you some medication.

You did just that, you walked around the corner to Baker Street, wrapping your coat tightly around you as you walked.

John looked at you, and confirmed you had a cold and possibly also 24 hour stomach bug that should subside soon. You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket while John made you some tea. You probably looked terrible, you hadn’t slept well, and you were just sick. Suddenly the door flew open and the sight in front of you almost made you scream.

Sherlock was standing in the doorway with his white sleeves rolled up, his face and shirt covered in blood, and holding a harpoon.

“Well, that was tedious.” He said, casually.

“You went on the tube like that?” John asked him after handing you your tea.

“None of the cabs would take me.” Sherlock said, now turning to you. “You’re sick.”

“Obviously.” You shot back.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything? Lay down, rest. We’ll take care of you.” Sherlock said quickly, rushing to you.

“Okay mother, calm down.” You smiled. Sherlock left to take a quick shower and change his clothes. He came back out into the living room in his dress pants and white shirt, with his blue dressing robe on, still holding his harpoon. He began pacing in front of the couch, just watching him was making you tired.

“Anything?” Sherlock asked John, referring to the paper he was reading.

“Military coup in Uganda. Another photo of you in the er…” John began and pointed to a picture of Sherlock in his favorite deer stalker.

“Ugh!” Sherlock sighed while still pacing.

“Well, um, Cabinet reshuffle.”John read.

“Nothing of importance? Oh, God!” Sherlock yelled, banging his harpoon on the floor. It made you jump slightly.

“John, I need some. Get me some.” Sherlock said and you scoffed.

“No.” John said.

“Get me some.” Sherlock now turning back to face you.

“Absolutely not.” You said, laying down on the couch.

“Cold turkey we agreed, no matter what,”  John said, pointing his finger at Sherlock. “Anyway, you’ve paid everyone off, remember? No-one within a two-mile radius will sell you any.”

“Stupid idea. Whose idea was that?” Sherlock asked. John only cleared his throat and didn’t answer.

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock yelled. He turned to his desk and began throwing papers everywhere. He was rummaging through every drawer looking for cigarettes.

“Look, Sherlock, you’re doing really well, don’t give up now!” John said to Sherlock, who was still turning the living room upside down.

“Tell me where they are! Please, tell me.” Sherlock said. His tone changed to almost a puppy dog look “Please.”

“Can’t help, sorry.” John said, looking to you and rolling his eyes.

“I’ll let you know next week’s lottery numbers.” Sherlock said, to which John only laughed, “It was worth a try.”

“You know where the are don’t you, Y/N?” Sherlock turned to you.

“Of course I know where they are, that doesn’t mean I’m going to tell you.” You said, nuzzling deeper into the couch. Sherlock began eyeing the couch cushions under you, thinking the cigarettes were hiding under there. He took a step closer to you and began to bend down to look.

“Don’t even think about it. They’re not under there and I’m not moving just so you can check.” You scolded.

Sherlock groaned and jumped across the room to the fire place. He shook a shoe and threw it behind him when he found it to be empty.

“Yoo-hoo.” Mrs. Hudson said, walking into the room.

“My secret supply, what have you done with my secret supply?” Sherlock asked, making a mess.

“Eh?” She asked confused.

“Cigarettes, what have you done with them?” Sherlock asked.

“You know you never let me touch your things! Oh, chance would be a fine thing. Oh hello dear, are you alright?” Mrs.Hudson said, turning to you.

“She’s sick, we’re keeping an eye on her, well I am, Sherlock is…” John said, gesturing to Sherlock.

“I thought you weren’t my housekeeper.” Sherlock retorted to Mrs. Hudson.

“I’m not.” She replied with sass.

“Argh!” Sherlock yelled, leaving the fire place and returning back to his harpoon. You saw John make a ‘drink’ motion to Mrs. Hudson.

“How about a nice cuppa and perhaps you could put away your harpoon?” Mrs. Hudson told him.

“I need something stronger than tea. Seven percent stronger.” Sherlock said, making you worry. Last time he was bored without a case you had found him shooting a wall after he had gotten done shooting up.

“Sherlock…” You said.

“You’ve been to see Mr. Chatterjee again.” Sherlock said, now pointing his harpoon to Mrs. Hudson.

“Pardon?” Mrs. Hudson asked.

“Sandwich shop. That’s a new dress, but there’s flour on the sleeve. You wouldn’t dress like that for baking. Thumbnail. Tiny traces of foil. Been at the scratch cards again. We all know where that leads don’t we. Mmm. Casbah Nights. Pretty racy for a Monday morning, wouldn’t you agree? I’ve written a little blog on the identification of perfumes.” Sherlock began rambling.

“I’m sure there’s a crying need for that.” You muttered, Sherlock gave you a dirty look before continuing.

“It’s on the website. You should look it up. I wouldn’t pin your hopes on that cruise with Mr. Chatterjee, he’s got a wife in Doncaster, that nobody knows about.” Sherlock said.

“Sherlock!” John yelled.

“Well, nobody except me.” Sherlock said, was he having a psychotic break?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I really don’t!” Mrs. Hudson said, storming out of the room, slamming the door. Sherlock leapt into his chair, hugging his knees to his chest.

“What the bloody hell was all that about?” John asked.

“You don’t understand.” Sherlock said rocking slightly.

“Go after her and apologise.” John instructed.

“Apologise?” Sherlock said the word as if he had never heard it before.

“Mhm.” John nodded.

“Oh, John, I envy you so much.” Sherlock said.

“You envy me?” John asked in disbelief.

“Your mind, it’s so placid, straight-forward, barely used. Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control. A rocket, tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launch pad. I need a case!” Sherlock yelled.

“You’ve just solved one, by harpooning a dead pig, apparently!” John yelled back.

“Ahh! That was this morning. When’s the next one? Y/N, does Gavin have a case?” He asked, both men turning to face you. They hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t realized that John had mixed some medicine into your tea and it must have made you extra drowsy.

“Nothing on the website?” John whispered. Sherlock grabbed his laptop from his desk and handed it to John.

“Dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I can’t find Bluebell anywhere. Please, please, please can you help?” Sherlock dictated.

“Bluebell?” John asked confused.

“A rabbit, John!” Sherlock yelled, which surprisingly didn’t wake you.

“Ah, but there’s more. Before Bluebell disappeared, it turned luminous. ‘Like a fairy’ according to little Kirsty. Then the next morning, Bluebell was gone. Hutch still locked, no sign of a forced entry. What am I saying, this is brilliant. Phone Lestrade, tell him there’s an escaped rabbit.” Sherlock said, seriously.

“Are you serious?” John asked.

“It’s this, or Cluedo.” Sherlock said.

“Ah, no. We are never playing that again.” John said, removing the computer from his lap.

“Why not?” Sherlock asked, in all seriousness.

“Because it’s not actually possible for the victim to have done it, Sherlock, that’s why.” John said.

“It was the only possible solution.” Sherlock argued.

“It’s not in the rules.” John said.

“Well, then, the rules are wrong!” Sherlock yelled.

“Shh! You’re going to wake her up.” John whisper yelled, pointing to you.

“Fine, I’ll just move her then.” Sherlock said, moving to pick you up. He carried you into his bedroom and placed you under the covers. When he was leaving his room he heard the doorbell ring.

“Single ring.” John pointed out.

“Maximum pressure, just under the half second. Client!” Sherlock said.

While you slept, a client was brought into the living room. He showed Sherlock and John a documentary on the television about Dartmoor. Dartmoor was home to the military testing site Baskerville, which is rumored to be doing animal testing and genetic mutations. The client, Henry Knight, was in the documentary. He claims that a genetically mutated beast killed his father. Sherlock abruptly turned off the television and asked Henry what he saw. He argued that he was just about to say it on the documentary. To that Sherlock responded that he liked to do his own editing.

“Do you know Dartmoor, Mr. Holmes?” Henry asked him.

“No.” He answered.

“It’s an amazing place, it’s like nowhere else, it’s sort of bleak, but beautiful.” Henry began.

“Hm, not interested. Moving on.” Sherlock said rudely.

“We used to go for walks, after my mum died, my dad and me. Every evening, we’d go out onto the moor.” Henry began before Sherlock cut him off again.

“Yes, good. Skipping to the night that your dad was violently killed, where did that happen?” Sherlock asked insensitively.

“There’s a place, it’s a sort of local landmark, called Dewer’s Hollow. That’s an ancient name for the devil.” Henry said.

“So?” Sherlock said, unaffected.

“Did you see the devil that night?” John asked.

“Yes. It was huge, coal-black fur with red eyes. It got him. Tore at him, tore him apart. I can’t remember anything else. They found me the next morning, just wandering on the moor. My day’s body was never found.” Henry Knight said.

“Red eyes, coal-black fur, enormous… dog? Wolf?” John asked.

“Or a genetic experiment.” Sherlock smiled.

“Are you laughing at me, Mr. Holmes?” Henry asked.

“Why, are you joking?” Sherlock returned.

“My dad was always going on about the things they were doing at Baskerville. About the type of monsters they were breeding there. People used to laugh at him. At least the TV people took me seriously.” Henry said.

“And I assumed did wonders for Devon tourism.” Sherlock said.

“Yeah… Henry, whatever did happen to your father, it was 20 years ago. Why come to us now?” John asked Henry.

“I’m not sure you can help me, Mr. Holmes, since you find it all so funny!” Henry scolded, standing to leave.

“Because of what happened last night.” Sherlock said, answering John’s question to Henry, causing him to stop in the doorway.

“Why, what happened last night?” John asked.

“How… How do you know?” Henry asked.

“I didn’t know, I noticed. You came up from Devon on the first available train this morning. You had a disappointing breakfast and a black coffee. The girl across the aisle fancied you. Although you were initially keen, you’ve now changed your mind. You are however extremely anxious to have your first cigarette of the day. Sit down, Mr. Knight, and do please smoke. I’d be delighted.” Sherlock said. Henry moved and sat back in John’s chair.

“How on Earth did you notice all that?” Henry asked.

“It’s not important…” John attempted to save Sherlock from making his speech, but he seemed to go on and do it anyway.

“Punched out holes where you tickets been checked.” Sherlock began.

“Not now, Sherlock.” John tried.

“Oh, please. I’ve been cooped-up in here for ages!” Sherlock protested.

“You’re just showing off.” John said.

“Of course. I am a show-off, that’s what we do.” Sherlock argued. “Train napkin you used to mop up the spilled coffee. The stain shows that you didn’t take milk. There are traces of ketchup on it and on your lips and sleeve. Cooked breakfast, or the nearest thing those trains can manage. Probably a sandwich.”

“Ha. How did you know it was disappointing?” Henry asked nervously.

“Is there any other type of breakfast on a train? The girl. Female handwriting is quite distinctive, wrote her phone number down on the napkin. I can tell from the angle she wrote at that she sat across from you on the other side of the aisle. Later, after she got off, I imagine you used the napkin to mop up your spilled coffee, accidentally smudging the numbers. You’ve been over the last four digits yourself in another pen, so you wanted to keep the number. Just now though you used that napkin to blow your nose, maybe you’re not that into her after all. Then there’s the nicotine stains on your fingers. Your shaking fingers. I know the signs. No chance to smoke one on the train, no time to roll one before you got on a cab here. It’s just after 9:15, you’re desperate. The first train from Exeter to London leaves at 5:46 am. You got the first one possible so something important must have happened last night. Am I wrong?” Sherlock said.

“No. You’re right. You’re completely, exactly right. Bloody hell, I heard you were quick.” Henry said and Sherlock now had a smirk on his face.

“It’s my job. Now shut up and smoke.” Sherlock said, and Henry began to light his cigarette.

“Henry, your parents both died and you were what, seven years old?” John asked. Sherlock stood over Henry and inhaled his smoke before sitting back down. “That must be quite a trauma. Now, have you ever thought that maybe you invented this story, this… to account for it?”

“That’s what Dr. Mortimer says.” Henry said.

“Who?” John asked.

“His therapist. Obviously.” Sherlock said.

Suddenly your voice could be heard yelling from the bedroom.

“Sherlock Holmes if you are smoking I swear to God!” You yelled when you awoke to the smell of smoke. You opened the door and walked out into the living room wearing Sherlock’s blue dressing gown to see a man sitting in John’s chair smoking.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you had a client.” You said when you saw Henry Knight.

“You’re that detective from the paper, Gregson. I didn’t realize… Are you two?” Henry asked, gesturing between you and Sherlock.

“Yes, we are, now back to your therapist.” Sherlock said, he waved you over to sit on the arm of his chair. When you did, he placed an arm around you. You were feeling slightly better now with a little rest and drugs in your system.

“Louise Mortimer. She’s the reason I came back to Dartmoor. She thinks I have to face my demons.” Henry said.

“What happened when you went back to Dewer’s Hollow last night, Henry? You went there on the advice of your therapist and now you’re consulting a detective. What did you see that changed everything?” Sherlock asked.

“It’s a strange place, the Hollow. It makes you feel so cold inside, so afraid.” Henry began.

“Yes, if I wanted poetry, I’d read John’s emails to his girlfriends, much funnier. What did you see?” Sherlock said, you placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed him slightly, silently telling him he was being rude.

“Footprints. On the exact spot where I saw my father torn apart.” Henry said, Sherlock sat back completely in his chair. He took your hand from his shoulder and absentmindedly fiddled with it, clearly Henry was boring him.

“Man’s or woman’s?” John asked.

“Neither. They were…” Henry began before Sherlock cut him off.

“Is that it? Nothing else? Footprints, it that all?” Sherlock said rudely.

“Yes but they were…” Henry began.

“No, sorry, Dr. Mortimer wins. It’s a childhood trauma masked by an invented memory. Boring. Goodbye, Mr. Knight, thank you for smoking.” Sherlock said, you gave Sherlock’s hand a little squeeze.

“But… What about the footprints?” Henry asked.

“Oh, they’re probably paw prints, could be anything, therefore nothing. Off to Devon with you, have a cream tea on me.” Sherlock said, standing up and waving him off.

“Mr. Holmes, they were the footprints of a gigantic hound.” Henry said, Sherlock was walking into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. He turned around slowly.

“Say that again.” Sherlock said.

“They were the footprints of a gigantic hound.” Henry said.

“I’ll take the case.” Sherlock said slowly.

“Sorry, what?” John asked.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention, it’s very promising.” Sherlock said, folding his hands under his chin.

“No, no, no, sorry what? A minute ago, footprints were boring, now they’re very promising?” John asked, confused.

“It’s got nothing to do with footprints. As ever John you weren’t listening. Baskerville. Ever heard of it?” Sherlock asked, he turned to you for the last part.

“Um vaguely I guess. It’s very hush-hush.” You said, slipping down into Sherlock’s chair.

“Sounds like a good place to start.” Sherlock said.

“You’ll come down then?” Henry asked.

“No, I can’t leave London at the moment, far too busy. But don’t worry I’m putting my best man onto it. I can always rely on John to send me all the relevant data, as he never understands a word of it himself.” Sherlock said, and you were confused.

“What are you talking about ‘you’re busy’? You don’t have a case! A minute ago, you were complaining…” John began to scold.

“Bluebell, John. I’ve got Bluebell! The case of the vanishing glow-in-the-dark rabbit. NATO’s in uproar.” Sherlock said, making you even more confused.

“Oh, sorry, you’re not coming, then?” Henry said, and Sherlock shook his head, almost giving John a pouty face.

“Oh. Okay. Okay.” John said, standing and retrieving Sherlock’s cigarettes from underneath the skull on the mantle.

“John!” You scolded. John threw them to Sherlock, he caught them and threw them behind him.

“I don’t need those anymore, I’m going to Dartmoor. You go on ahead, Henry, we’ll follow later.” Sherlock said.

“I’m sorry, so you are coming?” Henry asked, about as confused as you.

“Twenty-year-old disappearance, a monstrous hound? I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Sherlock said as he walked Henry Knight out.

When he came back he saw you sitting in his chair.

“I’m going to need your help of course.” Sherlock said.

“Sherlock…” You sighed, “I’m sick, you seriously want me tagging along?”

“Of course I do.” Sherlock said.

“Sherlock… I think I need to be in bed, I have zero energy, I’m not going to be much help.” You argued.

“Please Y/N! We’ll find and Inn to stay at, you can rest, you have your very own personal doctor, do whatever you’re up to, then I can have someone to talk to.” Sherlock said.

“You have John to talk to.” You retorted.

“You know it’s different.” Sherlock said.

“Ugh fine. But I hope I get you sick for making me do this.” you told Sherlock.

I Love You (MGG)

Rating: everyone
Warnings: none
*you have a headache*

Your POV

I just got home from work. Tired and drained from the long Friday. To make it even worse, I had a massive headache. I had taken all my clothes off and pulled on a huge shirt that Matthew had that never wore. I was so worn out from today I just wanted to go to sleep. Matthew won’t be home til later, his phone is off so its a perfect time for it. I laid in our bed and cuddled up to Matthew’s side and tried to sleep. My head was still pounding, it won’t stop ugh. I need medicine but I can’t reach it. UGH! I need Matthew to get home. I tried to lull myself to sleep again by watching tv. Soon enough I fall asleep, drifting into a dream.

Matthew’s POV
God it was a long day, I mean don’t get me wrong, I love shooting criminal minds but scene after another after another. Ugh so stressful. I got into my car, tapping my fingers to the beat of the music. I pulled into the garage, coming to a stop. Unlocking the door, I walked into a silenced home, with no lights on. Hmmmm. I checked outside to make sure that Y/N’s car was in the drive way. Maybe I just thought I saw it? No hmm where is she? ‘Y/N? Are you here babe?’ No response. I walked up the stairs walking to the right to our bedroom door. Opening it I saw a figure sprawled out under the covers. Laughing to myself of course. I headed into the closet pulling off my clothes and throwing mine and Y/N’s clothes she left in the hamper. I walked into the bathroom and saw the every too cabinet slightly opened. Odd. I disregarded it and used the bathroom then slowly and quietly as possible got into bed. Y/N shifted a little. I moved closer to her and took in her frame. She sifted a little more and turned around. She yawned slightly and opened her eyes. ‘Hey babe’ I smiled and kissed her cheek. All she did was hum and closed her eyes again. I played with her hair twirling it around my fingers. She sighed and opened her eyes again and furrowed her brows in pain. 'What’s wrong baby?’ ’ I have a migraine’ she pouted 'aw is that why the cabnient was opened?’ I laughed and she nodded 'I couldn’t get it so I gave up’ she said and yawned again. 'I’ll go get it for you sweetie hold on’ I said as I got up from the comfort of our bed. I grabbed medicine for her and then sat it by her and then headed to the kitchen and grabbed a water for her. I slipped back into the room quietly trying not to disturb her head. She was waiting patiently for her water. I opened it for her and handed it to her then opened up the ibuprofen and took two out for her. She took the medicine then smiled and thanked me. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to finish. She gave me the water so I could set it on the night stand and then she laid back down. 'I think I’ll go make some coffee. The caffeine helps with headaches.’ She nodded and covered up again. I made my way down to the kitchen again making a pot of coffee. I waited for it to finish brewing and then got out some mugs and half and half for Y/N. I got us both coffee and then headed up the stairs again to take it to Y/N. I felt bad that see was hurting. We just have to wait for the medicine. I put the coffee on her nightstand on her side and then heading towards my side, i turned off the TV. 'You need silence babe’ I told her. She nodded and turned around so she could take a few sips of her coffee. I crawled up behind her and threw my arm over her waist and pulled her close. I rubbed her hip and kissed her shoulders slightly and got closer to her. 'I love you.’

Here’s another please request❤

Conversations about Pole
  • Person: This girl I met does "pole fitness." I mean, sure, MAYBE it's exercise, but if she wants to strip down to a bikini and strut her stuff around a pole... well, that's her prerogative.
  • Me: I know EXACTLY what you mean. I knew a guy once on a wrestling team.
  • Person: ...?
  • Me: I mean, sure, MAYBE it's exercise, but if he wants to strip down to a singlet and roll around on the floor with other men... well, that's his prerogative.
  • Person: Well, that's-
  • Me: And I saw a shirts vs skins pick-up game going on yesterday. Can you believe it??? SKINS?? Obviously they cared more about the girls walking by than about the actual sport.
  • Person: That's not-
  • Me: Ugh I just don't understand how guys can publicly admit they swim laps. Like, sure, I get that you are confident in your body, but there's no need to flash it around everywhere. Did you know they wear SPEEDOS??
  • Person: Not all-
  • Me: Yeah yeah, I know what you mean, not all sports have the same uniform requirements, but I still don't understand why you dudes are so comfortable watching football every weekend when it's obvious they only wear those tight pants to show off their thighs and buttocks.
  • Person: No-
  • Me: So you're a runner, right?
  • Me: Do you wear mini shorts?
Cream My Back and I’ll Cream Yours (Joe Sugg Fluff)

Summary ~ He doesn’t want me to burn and i don’t want him to hurt

Words ~ 1383

Requested ~ No

I stood in front of the mirror and smiled nodding. Not for vanities sake, I was the last person that would be checking themselves out. I had come on holidays with three of my best friends Joe, Oli and Caspar. They had first planned on going on a lads holiday, but they decided to invite me along. I was spectacle at first not wanting to intrude but I could not resist the chance after watch there LA vlogs. So I packed and hopped on a plane. I had arrive the day after them because I had to finish up some work things, but when I were arrived they were all asleep, so that made me feel like I hadn’t missed anything. The next day when they did wake up I was greeted by hugs and cheek kisses. They decided that they would spend the day by the pool and go out later tonight. So I stood in front of the mirror making sure that I looked okay in my swim suit. I grabbed my towel and went down to the pool, to see the boys lying on loungers already. I smiled and thought of something fun to do. I carefully placed my towel on the chair and slowly grabbed Joe’s camera. I positioned it on the table facing all three boys, then I went to the bar asking for a jug of iced water. I walked back jug in hand. I stood in front of the boys before shouting.
“Wake up” They all sat up fast as I threw the water at them. Oli shouted as the cool water hit him. Caspar rubbed his hands over his face groaning but also laughing, but Joe hopped up and ran towards me. He tackled me and we both fell into the pool screaming. We both resurfaced laughing, he hopped out and pulled me out. I dried off and reached into my bag to get my sun cream. I did all my body expect my back. I looked at Joe and sighed.
“Em…. Joe” I said.
“Yeah” He said not opening his eyes.
“Would you mind em…. putting some sun cream on my back?” I asked awkwardly.
“Yeah sure” He said not bothered. He sat up and I gave him the bottle, before turning and lying down. I felt his cold hands begin in the middle of my back. He ran them up and down getting every inch of my back. I started to relax as he almost massaged my back.I was very much enjoying his touch, until he moved his hands away.
“All done” He said sitting back down.
“Thank you” I said in a sigh.
We spent the rest of the day sun bathing, swimming, and drinking. We remembered funny things that had happened in the past and ordered the weirdest sounding cocktails. As the sun began to set we decided to go back to our room and get dressed for tonight. I went into my room and got dressed, making sure I looked good. I then went to the boys room. Oli opened the door looking very good and I was relieved that I hadn’t wore anything too fancy.
“You look very handsome” I complimented.
“So do you” He said as I walked past him. “Caspar is just finishing editing his video”
“Were is Joe?” I asked.
“He is having some trouble in the bathroom” Oli laughed.
“Oh….. Does he need some tummy tablets? Cause I have some back in my room” I said.
“No not that kind of problem” Oli chuckled. Before I could reply I heard Joe shout my name from the bathroom. I walked towards the door knocking and asking if he was okay. He opened the door in just a jeans pouting. I had to control myself so I wouldn’t stare at his body. It was hard enough having him beside me all day in his swim suit.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Look!” He said turning his back to me. I gasped seeing all the spots, wait? Not spots, bites. Loads and loads of bites all over his back.
“Oh my god them have eaten you alive” I exclaimed.
“Yeah I know, I am so itchy” He said trying to reach his back.
“Stop you will make it worse” I said swatting away his hand.
“Yeah well, I got this cream to stop the itching” He said holding up a tube. “But I can’t reach and those dick heads won’t help me” He said throwing the cream on the counter annoyed.
“I will” I nearly whispered.
“What” He said turning around.
“I’ll put it on your back, I mean I guess I owe you, because you put cream on mine” I said looking at the floor.
“Seriously?” He asked and I just nodded. “Omg thank you so much” He said giving me the cream and turning his back to me. I put some in my hand and took a deep breath. I started to rub in the cream. I ran my hands up and down his back. I felt his strong muscles as I rubbed it in. He kept sighing and groaning.
“Ugh I feel so much better” He said turning around.
“Good” I said looking at all the cream left over on my hands.
“Is that extra” He asked.
“Yeah, I thought you needed more then you did” I laughed.
“Please rub it here” He said pointing at his collar bone and biceps.
“Oh okay” I said placing my hand on his arm. I rubbed my arm up my muscles maybe lingering slightly. I moved on to the top of his chest as I went over his collar bone. I looked up to see him staring at me. I looked back down quickly, but I felt his hand under my chin. He tilted my head up and leaned down placing his lips on mine. I leaned into the kiss feeling my longing be filled. I have wanted this for so long and it is everything I thought it would be but better. He turned me around and pressed me into the counter, before he grabbed my hips and pushed me to sit on it. He stood in-between my legs as hands went under my shirt and mine ran up his chest. We heard a banging on the door and we pulled away quickly.
“Are you done? I need to use the toilet” I heard Caspar’s voice. I looked at Joe but he was looking at the floor. I walked out of the bathroom and smiled at Caspar.
“All finished” I walked over to Oli, waiting for Joe to get ready. He didn’t even look at me as he went around the room pulling on a shirt and looking for his shoes. I sighed nodding on the inside.
“Ugh guys I don’t feel to well” I fake groaned.
“Aw what’s wrong?” Caspar said wrapping an arm around me.
“Cramps” I lied.
“Do you still want to go out?” Oli asked.
“Not tonight” I said shaking my head. “I will just stay in tonight, but I promise that I will go out tomorrow” I smiled.
“Okay, but I’ll miss you” Caspar said wrapping his other arm around me, and squeezing me tight. I left walking towards my room as I started to walk through the door someone shoved me in. I screamed as I was pinned against the door. I looked up to see Joe.
“What do you want Joe?” I said sad.
“I love you. I have ever since Caspar made you try and kiss me. I liked you then, and I like you now. When you helped my pull the alarm clock prank on Caspar, I realized I loved you, and I still love you now” He said placing his lips on mine, the kiss deepened and he started pushing us towards the bed.
“Wait” He said breathlessly. “Tell me you like me too”
“I love you Joe, ever since I had to pretend to be Caspar girlfriend and try to kiss you” I smiled thinking of how we first met.
“I think I will stay in tonight as well” He smiled as we lay down.


Snapchat ~ crazey_jadey

On Location Pt. 10 - Touch and Go

Title: Touch and Go

Pairings: Reader x Jensen

Warnings: Angst, Blood

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: As Jensen and y/n escape with Harper from the mob of paparazzi at y/n’s house, they are t-boned when Harper runs a stop light in a hurry to shake the news outlet that had followed her to the rendezvous with Jensen and y/n. Jensen’s injuries are minor and Harper is fine. Y/n’s injuries on the other hand are much more severe. She is touch and go from the moment the paramedics arrive and all Jensen can think is that she is in this mess because of him. It is all his fault.

A/N: This is pure trash. I’m really sorry. Hopefully I haven’t disappointed you. I stepped away from this series for so long and now its just… ugh. I’m terribly sorry! 

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Shattered - Part 1

|Prologue| |Part 2| |Part 3| |Part 4| |Part 5| |Part 6| |Part 7| |Part 8| |Part 9| |Part 10|

Member: Taehyung

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2082 

Summary: Time breaks relationships, but it can also rekindle them.

A/N: I kind of went through a crisis because I couldn’t find the same gif from the prologue, but this one works as well (do you see what I see? 😏). Anyways, here is part 1 of many more to go. Enjoy! Xx 

Originally posted by kths

“Eomma I want to go in here!” Your 5 year old son, Jaemin was pointing to a little toy shop across the street.

“Sure, but only to look at the toys Jaemin. You have plenty at home already.” Taking your son’s hand, the two of you crossed the street.

Jaemin was the light of your life. The moment you and your husband found out that you would be expecting your first child, the two of you were ecstatic. You and Hanseok have been married for 6 years now. The two of you met in university through mutual friends and at that time you two hit it off really well. Several dates later, Hanseok asked you to be his girlfriend and from that point on, you were so happy. After the both of you graduated, you had finally settled down. The two of you bought an apartment together and later on Hanseok popped the question. It was truly one of the best moments in your life.

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Eyes ::: part two

AN:/// Hey guys! Thanks for all the feedback on my writing! I wrote the second part to Eyes with no real plan, but here it is nonetheless. I know that irl Cody is a sweetheart but I sort of characterized him a bit differently. I hope you enjoy!

A Cody Christian Imagine

Word count: 2453

Warnings: There’s some swearing I guess

Originally posted by theboiwiththewolftattoo

Cody’s POV

After finishing up my protein shake/breakfast, I headed upstairs to go put on shorts for my run. There’s a bike trail down the street and I thought it would be nice to check out.

I walked out of the house and was looking down at my iPod to start my workout playlist when I heard Jane’s voice. “You ready for our run big guy?” I was shocked she would say something like that to me, mostly because I thought she was a little more on the reserved side. I was trying to come up with something cheeky to say back but I realized my mistake.

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The Heartless Soldier

Chapter 3: Complicated Soul

Y/N’s POV:

We were so fucking close. “Hey Cal I heard ya calling my-” Pat stops as he sees our bodies close to one another not understanding what’s going on. “Everything good here?” he asks beginning to walk again. “All set here, Pat. I just..uh..needed to have my shoulder checked but Y/N here helped me out so I..uh..better be off now. Goodnight.” Calum stutters out and turns away from me not making any eye contact. He takes his shirt from the end of the bed and walks out into the cold night. So fucking close.

I was still breathless from it all. One second he is an asshole and then the next he wants to kiss me? Ugh. Men and their mind games! “You okay, Love?” Pat asks me. I shake my head slightly and tighten my ponytail. “Yeah. Just tired that’s all.” I respond giving him a soft smile. “It’s late. You should probably get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.” he informs me. “Yes we do.” I answer walking past him. “Sweet dreams!” Pat shouts softly to me. “Night, Pat” I wave and walk back to my room.

I check Johnny’s room and notice he is passed out on his stomach with an open book next to his head. I chuckle lightly to myself and place his favorite blue blanket over him so he doesn’t freeze to death during the night. I shut off his lamp and exit quietly.

 When I make it back to Jen and I’s shared room, she is on the phone with her boyfriend, Greg. She gifts me a soft smile as I walk in. I kick off my shoes and enter the bathroom heading straight for the sink. Splashing cold water on my face doesn’t help the heat rushing throughout my entire body. My fingers shake slightly against the white sink. I look at myself in the mirror and notice the dark blue arched circle under my eyes. I’m so exhausted.

I pat my mouth dry after brushing my teeth and exit the bathroom. I instantly climb into bed more like cot and pull the covers up and over my bare shoulders. I prefer to sleep with a bra and underwear. Wearing clothes to bed just suffocates me and annoys me whenever I toss or turn. “Goodnight, Y/N.” Jen whispers to me still on the phone with Greg. “Night” I whisper back and shut my eyes craving for a good night sleep.

His strong hands grip my waist as he looks into my eyes deeply. “You’ve been so naughty, Princess. Tell me have you been a bad girl?” Calum growls into my ear only taking in my earlobe with his tongue a few seconds after. “Yes..yes I have” I moan out. “Do I have to put you over my knee for your punishment, Darling. Huh?” he groans leaving open mouthed kisses against my neck. “Only if you want to” I giggled pecking his lips once. “Does this feel good?” he asks me.

And that was when it ended. I gasp out sitting up as fast as I could as I hear the morning siren alerting for all the recruits that it was time to rise and shine. A thin line of sweat covered my forehead as I breathe in and out deeply. “Y/N! You okay!? Do you need your inhaler?” Jen asks me hurriedly. “ I’m fine. Just a nightmare” I lie. More like wet dream.

“You sure?” Jen asks again. “Positive. Mind fetching me my scrubs?” I ask her so she can drop the topic. “Sure!” she smiles and hands me my neatly folded uniform. The door bursts open and a smiling Johnny walks in and closes the door behind him. “Johnny! Knock please!” I shout at him. “Oh stop. I’ve seen both of you naked before” he laughs sitting down on my bed as I get dressed. 

“You excited to see all the new hot fresh bait today, Ladies!?” J asks us. “I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who’s excited about that” I smile french braiding my hair in the mirror. “Maybe but aren’t you excited to see what’s his face?” Jen asks me coming out of nowhere. “How do you know about Calum?” Both J and I ask her at the same time. “Oh c’mon you two! I hear everything! I’m like a spy in the bushes and no one sees me but I consume all the information I hear.” Jen says cleaning her glasses.

“To be honest, I don’t know whether that is depressing or scary” J questions himself. “Aw, Jen. I’m sorry for not letting you in on this. I would have you know! But you have been all over the place in the past two days where almost all the drama has happened.” I frowned at her. “No worries, Y/N! It’s all good. Though, I would like to be apart of the trio if you don’t mind?” she asks looking at J and I. “Of course you can! You have been here with us and we were idiots for excluding you” Johnny says getting up to form a group hug. “I’m like James Bond and you two hot foxes are my Bond girls” J says smirking. “’s time for breakfast.” I scoff as I pull Jen’s hand behind me as we walk out together in a fit of laughter.

After Breakfast..

Johnny, Jen, Pat, and I were all assigned to be in attendance while some of the units are on their third day of trying to properly run through the obstacle course within a time limit. We literally just stand there and watch but it’s all amusing at the same time. The only thing about this station is that Calum and Michael are assigned here. Of course. It’s only around 7 in the morning and it’s pretty chilly. I wrap my jacket around me as tight as I could and blow air into my cupped hands as I lean against a log post.

I roll my eyes as the only words I can hear is Calum shouting at his men like they were dogs. He is the rudest man I have ever met. I mentally slap myself for almost falling into his trap last night. I knew he didn’t mean any of that. He was just playing his fuck boy game. That is childish to me. Why can’t he be like Michael or Alex? Sweet and caring. Yet, they are strong and brave. They want to watch their men strive and finish strong while Calum wants to watch them trip and fall. I shouldn’t fall for someone like that.

My blood boils of anger as I watch this happen. I can’t take it. My head is pounding and I have to stand up for them. So I do. “Hey!” I shout speed walking towards Calum. His head shoots towards mine. “Stop treating your men like they’re dogs! They are human beings who deserve to be treated with respect! Yes, they are training to become a soldier. Yes, the process is cruel but that doesn’t mean you have to spit and stomp all over them. You are their role model! So act like one!” I let it all out as the frosty air from my mouth floats away.

I could see Calum’s face become red not of embarrassment but anger. The veins in his neck are popping out one by one as his eyes grow dark like they always do. “You have no right to talk to someone like me in that tone of voice, woman!” he growls at me. “Don’t tell me how to do my job and I won’t tell you how to do yours, capeesh?” he adds on. “I told you to stay away from me and now look where you are. Right in front me. Wrong choice, Sweetheart. Now take your fragile body back to where you were standing and glue your ass to the seat before I break you” Calum threatens me as my eye stay wide open.

“Hood! You do not speak to a lady like that ever! Do you understand!? She was giving you god damn good advice yet you threaten her! You asshole! Who do you think you are? Huh!?” Michael yells at him gripping to his shirt. I stand there frozen, shaking in fear. Before I break you..break you…break you. “Y/N you should go inside. I’ll take care of him.” Michael says softly to me. I nod and grab my medical bag and run towards the main base. He is an abusive man. I can tell. Who knows he probably who have hit me back there. I must stay away from him. I can’t deal with someone like that.

I take two pumps of my inhaler as I breathe it into my lungs. Maybe I am fragile. Maybe he has been waiting to pick on someone weak. Maybe just maybe he needs someone to be his punching bag. Stop Y/N! Stop thinking like this! You are strong! You are brave! Don’t let someone bully and walk all over you! Get your head out of the gutter! You’re better than him and you know it.

My tears have stained my face as I sit down in the cafeteria alone. I want to leave. I can’t stay here with him around. But at the same time, I can’t leave Johnny and Jen. They mean too much to me. I just have to do a better job at staying away like he asked me to. I can’t interfere. I won’t. I gradually get up and saunter back to my room. I’m going to try my best to sleep this off and start fresh once I wake up.

4:39 PM

I slept way longer than I thought. Why didn’t anyone wake me up? I slowly rise and use the bathroom. Around this time, the men are usually enjoying their free time. Free time away from that penny-pinching man whore. My head hurts just thinking about him. I change my thoughts from him to thinking about doing some laundry. So, I gather some of Jen and I’s dirty clothing and toss it into our hamper. I walk out into a silent hallway and make my way to the laundry room.

Tossing shirt after shirt into the wash, I didn’t notice the door closing since my back was to it. All I heard was the door shutting and being locked. My heart stops when he’s the one doing it. “Stay away from me!” I whisper dropping the hamper onto the ground. Calum’s eyes were swollen red and tears stained his cheeks just like mine did earlier. He was drunk.

 “Y/N” he struggles to say. “You have said enough to me, Cal. There is nothing to say so please turn around and leave before I scream” I say backing away from him. My back hits the hall and I knew I was doomed.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t do that to you” he whispers holding out a steady palm. “Why are you in here?” I ask watching his every move. “I’m sorry” he breathes out in such a soft voice I could barely hear it. “You’re sorry!? Bullshit. You are a mean person, Calum. You treat people like shit!” I hiss as he comes even closer. “I didn’t mean anything I said. Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” is all he could say. Tears were now pouring from his eyes and he looks like he is going to collapse. I don’t know if he is telling the truth or not. Drunk thoughts sober feelings right? I can’t tell from him. He’s just too confusing.

“If you don’t mean anything, why do you say the things you say?” I ask my voice calm because I’ve never had to deal with a drunk person before. “Because..because I have to be tough. To make unit…strong. To make-” Calum falls on the floor and instantly I fly towards him, catching his head in my hands. He’s sweating and his forehead is very warm. Thank goodness there is a sink in here. I prop Calum up against the wall and folded a thick towel together and ran some cold water on it. I move back down to him and have him lay his head on my lap. Why are you dealing with his lazy drunk Y/N?

He starts to shiver against my legs and my heart feels like it’s breaking. “Shh. It’s okay” I whisper dabbing the towel against his forehead while my other hand wants to run through his hair but I keep control. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” he whines crying even more. “Calum why are you crying so much?” I ask pleasingly. “I’m an asshole” he cries looking at the ceiling. Hell yeah you are. But I don’t tell him that. I mentally ask myself why I am helping him right now. Why aren’t I asking for help from Alex or someone? A part of me wants to just leave and hand him over so someone else can take care or him but the other part wants to stay and heal him from this state he’s in. 

“Can I ask you something?” I whisper after a few minutes and he nods. “Why are you so mean to me?” I ask afraid of his answer. “I don’t mean it. I don’t like being mean towards you at all, Y/N. I don’t know why I’m like this towards you and I’m so incredibly sorry. I don’t have a good reason for my behavior.” Cal replies turning his head to the side. 

“You’re the only one, Y/N” he murmurs.

“Only one who can what?” I ask.

“Who can save me”

Rewatching Rogercop

Mylène is smol and cute and her feet don’t reach the ground

Everything on Mme Bustier’s computer seems to be wireless. Is it even connected to anything?

I love how 90% of the class is laughing at Marinette’s clumsiness, like guys this girl saves your lives on a regular basis

Okay even Marinette was lowkey laughing (also there is a croissant on her head)

Ooh they actually animated Tom’s arm hair

Nathanaël must have really good eyesight considering he sits at the back of class yet drew the bracelet so well

Justin Extra, don’t think I didn’t see you there… skipping school

Mendeleiev’s shirt is so cool and nerdy omg

Well of course my tomato son doesn’t want Marinette looking in his bag… all those Nathanette comics are in there… :))) (Also Rose is 30000% done)

Juleka needs a medal or something, she always stays out of the class drama (and also is still the only student to ever change clothes sometimes)


ANGRY CLASSMATES (Alix looks like she’s gonna punch someone tbh)

“Ugh… these darn akumas always ruining my school… why me…”

RIP Ladybug

The mayor casually has this miniature version of Paris in his office

So like… do Ladybug and Chat Noir have some kind of hyperspace where they store the objects they were carrying when they transformed?

Okay I know these are actually error messages but ngl it looks like Rogercop’s swearing

This is @natroze‘s fault but isn’t it always 

Oikawa’s been told on more than one occasion that he works himself too hard, that he doesn’t know when to take a break and that’s true, usually. But what most people don’t know is that Oikawa loves lazy afternoons like this, sandwiched between his two boyfriends. Iwaizumi’s got an arm curled around Oikawa’s waist, Bokuto’s face is buried against the crook of Oikawa’s neck, and Oikawa could happily stay like this for the rest of the day, only…

“Ugh, my arms fell asleep,” Oikawa complains, shifting slightly as he tries to pull his arms out from where they’re pinned beneath him. “I think I need to get up.”

Iwaizumi’s still sleeping, his hold instinctively tightening around Oikawa’s waist.

Noooooo, stay,” Bokuto murmurs. Oikawa can feel Bokuto smiling against his skin. The broad hands that slip beneath the hem of Oikawa’s shirt make a compelling argument for never leaving the bed, as do the lips tracing a path along the underside of Oikawa’s jaw.

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