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  • ALTERNATIVE TITLE: THE ONE WITH THE BLUE SCARF
  • : :
  • *outside Speedy's*
  • Molly: *approaching Mary* What's going on?
  • Mary: *grins* I found the father of your baby.
  • Molly: *wide-eyed* What? How...how do you even know who the father is?
  • Mary: *digging in her purse* I believe this belongs to the father of your baby *removes the scarf*
  • Molly: *groans* Oh God...he’s in there right now?
  • Mary: Yup.
  • Molly: *sighs* Let's get this over with.
  • Molly & Mary: *enter Speedy's*
  • Tom: *waving* Hi, Molls.
  • Molly: ...
  • Tom: *looking between them* So, what’s up?
  • Mary: *nudging her forwards* Well, Molly has something that she wants to tell you *gestures the scarf* while we're on the subject, I believe that this is your scarf.
  • Tom: No... *unzips his coat* this is my scarf.
  • Mary: ...
  • Mary: *looks at the scarf in her hand* Ah. Could I get anyone a coffee or...poison? No? Just for me? Okay *hurries off*
  • Tom: *concerned* What’s going on?
  • Molly: *sits opposite him* Nothing. Mary just... sort of made a mistake.
  • Tom: *smiles* I’m pleased Mary called. I know we broke up because you thought we weren't compatible. I was thinking...does that matter?
  • Molly: *hesitates* Tom...
  • Tom: We were perfect together *holds her hand*
  • Molly: I’m pregnant.
  • Tom: Oh. *drops her hand*
  • Tom: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: You can go.
  • Tom: Thank you *runs off*
  • LATER
  • *John & Mary's*
  • Sherlock: *staring at the baby*
  • John & Mary: *enter the flat*
  • Mary: *smiles* Hi. How was she?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Fine.
  • John: *lifts his daughter* There's my girl. Were you good for your Uncle?
  • Sherlock: *sighs*
  • Mary: *smirks* You love her really. You're a natural.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I'm going to have to get used to it.
  • John: *nods* Yes, you are.
  • Sherlock: *winds the scarf around his neck; smiles a little*
  • Mary: *looks up; points* That's your scarf?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Yeeeeeees.
  • Mary: ...
  • Sherlock: *shrugs on his coat* Goodnight *leaves*
  • Mary: *squeals with happiness*

tHIIIIISSS issss so damnn underrated we need to talk much more about her scenes i mean girlS Wtff is this perfection this flawlesss head tilt her purely glowing eyes her rosy lips her pristine white skin WHAT DID WE DO To DESERVE HER wHoever keeps rewarding my fragile patootie i LOvE you so mucH kncjxjss

Originally posted by skinthiscat

Nonnegotiable (Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by codychristiansource

Summary: Sometimes there is a good reason why two people shouldn’t be together. AU.

Author’s Note: THEO MY BBY. I’m so sorry to say that this story doesn’t necessarily have a happy ending, but it’s not the worst one. This story is inspired by a situation that happened to me and a coworker and then my imagination decided to work it into this LOL. It was originally gonna be written for Scott, but then I can’t bear to break up Scira and I wanted more Theo so here we are. I think this fits nicely for him when I made it into an AU.


Tug.

He always had a thing for girls with long hair. Malia used to have long hair, but in the few months before she handed him the divorce papers, she had cut her hair short. It was a good look on her, he remembered.

Tug.

She gives him a side glance, an amused smile on her lips. “What are you doing?” she asks.

Theo grins and as innocently as possible, he answers, “Nothing.” [Name]’s hair was long when he met her, but she had chopped it short in her frustration with the summer heat. Despite how it reminded him of his ex-wife, he thought she looked cute, and he couldn’t resist trying to play with her hair.

Tug.

She brushes his fingers from her short locks and gives him a playful poke to his stomach as she moves past him to get her lunch from the fridge. He glances at his watch. He needs to clock in from lunch soon, but he hovers by the door of the break room.

“Hey,” he calls, and she glances at him in the midst of sitting down. “If I were to ask you out, would you say yes?”

She stares at him for a moment with the faintest of smiles. “Yes.”

Theo grins. “Then dinner with me Saturday night?”

It’s that smile, the coy look on her face that he likes, especially when coupled with that breathy chuckle. “Sure,” she answers.

His grin widens and he winks at her before disappearing from the break room. “See you then!”

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Joker x Reader ft. Parents

A/N: So I don’t really like this fanfic because I feel I made the Joker so out of character. I honestly don’t think anyone would let J meet their parents but since this was requested, I tried my best. XD

“So do you have anyone special in your life?” Y/N debated on answering her mom’s question. Chewing on her lip nervously, she figured what harm would it do to say yes?

“Umm.. Yes, actually I do.” Unlucky for her, her mom decided to ask a bunch of questions.

“Is he nice?” Y/N cringed. More or less…

“Uh… y-yes”

“Where does he work? What does he do?” Eh mostly he just goes to the strip clubs he owns and kills people. That and harassing B-man.

“Um, hey mom I have to go something came up.”

“Oh… ok. But hey! Your dad and I were wondering if we could come to town and visit you for a couple days. Maybe meet this new boyfriend of yours.” Y/N froze. Shit.

“Is that ok?” No. No it’s absolutely not ok.

“Umm.. I-I guess b-but he might be busy that weekend so you might not see him unfortunately.” Looks like I have to rent an apartment for a few days.

“Ok great! We’re coming tomorrow. See you soon.” Tomorrow? And they just tell me now? Suddenly a door slams, making her jump. Great. It doesn’t seem like he’s in a good mood either. He walks through the door and comes straight to her. Y/N is laying on the bed with her legs spread out. He lays sideways on the bed and puts his head in her lap.

“Bad day?” His reply was a grunt followed by a detailed response of how much he hated batsy. She decided to tell him she was going to be away for a few days.

“So J, my parents wanted to come visit so I was thinking-” His eyes lit up.

“Really? When?”

“Tomorrow. But I was thinking-” The way his smile grew unnerved her.

“I’ll tell Frost to get a room ready.” Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Well… J, I-”

“What are they like?”

“Uh, well they’re-” like any other parents I guess. Oh wait that’s right. He wouldn’t know.

“They are probably bringing my little sister too, and you know how kids are. She’s annoying so I was thinking about staying-”

“What’s her favorite color? I can tell Frost to paint the room she’ll be staying in.”  Double Shit. Y/N felt a wave of guilt flow through her. He’s really excited about this.

“Well, pink. But J-” He doesn’t listen, he’s already out the door planning how the whole day will go.

…That Night…

Y/N wakes up in the middle of the night, a string of semi-loud curses waking her. She notices her bathroom light on. Sneaking up to the door, she sees J talking to himself in the mirror. He’s dressed up in a suit, messing with his hair and trying to get his lipstick perfect.Y/N notices he has other outfits scattered on the floor, like he couldn’t decide what to wear. Stifling a giggle, she leaned against the door frame until he noticed her. He grinned at her.

“Hey baby, how do I look? Can you check the back of my hair?” Y/N shakes her head, smiling.

“J why are you up at two in the morning?”

“Your parents are coming today! I have to make a good impression.” At least he didn’t dress like a pimp. Just pray he doesn’t call himself ‘Daddy’ in front of mom and dad.

J made Y/N make sure everything was ok with the food he had prepared.

“Does it taste good? Are they allergic to anything? How’s my hair?

Then he made her check where they would be staying.

“Do they like that color? What kind of fabric do they like? Is my hair still good?”

Not to mention the times he asked about his appearance.

“Is my lipstick good? Anything stuck in my grill? The hair ok?”

Hours later, J and Y/N stay standing at the door. She looks through the peephole to see them approaching.

“Ok. They’re here!” Don’t be yourself.

“How’s my hair?” Y/N looks over to see a stray piece has fell off to one side. She tries to pet it down, only making it worse. Soon he’s trying to fix it too, their hands intertwining with each others. A knock at the door makes them both jump. Y/N goes to answer the door but J yanks her back.

“Fix my hair!”

“It looks fine. You’re fine.”

“Is it sticking up?”

“No, it’s fine.” She lied. Opening the door, she greets her parents. They give Y/N hugs and then they get to J. Their eyes widen as they take in his appearance. Dad gives a disapproving look before trying to cover it up with a smile. Mom gives him a smile and actually makes a move towards him.

“Welcome to the family!” She throws her arms around him. Him and Y/N look at each other in shock. When he doesn’t hug her back she lets go, looking a little uncomfortable. Y/N clears her throat and goes to stand beside J.

“Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend J.” Her dad extends his hand to J, who takes it robotically. Like he’s not used to shaking hands. Then her little sister walks up to him and takes his hand in her small one. He smiles at her, amused that she doesn’t seem afraid of him. 

As soon as the introductions are done, it’s time for dinner. Of course, it’s the most awkward dinner ever. And of course, my mom had to question his appearance.

“So, J. Is there a reason you’re so pale?” She sounds hesitant as she asks this, trying not to offend him.

“I fell into a vat of chemicals.” He responds without looking up from his food. Y/N’s parents laugh, thinking he’s joking. J looks at them with an offended look on his face. Before he can threaten them though, Y/N kicks him under the table. He glares at her before placing his hand on her thigh. Rolling her eyes, she picks up his hand and puts it back on his.

“Are you two getting married?” Y/N’s little sister asks, her wide eyes staring at J.

J responded “Yes” the same time Y/N said “No”. Sighing, Y/N thought this dinner couldn’t get any worse.

“Dad, can you pass the salt?” J extended his hand for the salt the same time her dad did. They stared at each other, hands hovering over the salt while Y/N  planned her funeral.

anonymous asked:

Can you write something where Jughead stops Betty from an anxiety attack/digging her nails in her hand?

Of course! 


Jughead stood there in horror, watching Alice Cooper tear apart her daughter. 

“You’re going to be a failure just like your sister!” Alice yelled. 

Betty stood there, gnawing on her lip. 

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” Alice growled.

Betty bit down on her lip to keep the tears from welling in her eyes. She curled her hands into fists, digging her fingernails into her palms. She didn’t say a word.

“I can’t even stand to look at you, Elizabeth!” 

Betty curled her fists tighter, feeling the skin tear under her nails. She looked down at the floor.

Alice turned on her heels and walked out of the front door - the door slammed a moment later.

Jughead closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around Betty. She dug her nails further into her palms until she was shaking. She let the tears fall. Shallow breaths were coming out from her core. 

“Betty?” Jughead pulled his head from her shoulder to look at her. Tears were flowing down her face.

“Hey, hey. Shh, Betty it’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” He brushed the hair away from her face.

“Betty, look at me.” He murmured.

She finally looked into his eyes. “I-” She didn’t know what to say. Her voice broke, causing a new round of tears to fall.

Jughead pulled her closer to him, wrapping his hand around her.

Betty unwrapped her hand fingers from her palm, a wave of relief washing over her as Jughead held her tighter.

Jughead kissed her temple, then pulled her hands up to look at them. 

“Betty, you’re bleeding.” 

This started a new round of tears from Betty, wracking her whole body. Deep, heartbreaking sobs. 

Jughead sat on the floor and pulled Betty into his lap. 

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Jughead murmured into her ear. “I’m here.” He said again as he placed another kiss on her temple.

Jughead pulled Betty’s left hand up to his mouth, kissing each mark her nail had left. He traced kisses up her wrist, up her forearm, over her shoulders. He brushed her hair out of the way and continued kissing the back of her neck. He reached the other shoulder, tracing kisses there, too. 

He kissed down her arm and onto her wrist. He gathered her other hand into his and placed soft kisses on the marks on her other palm as Betty’s sobs subsided.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Jughead murmured again as he wrapped his arms tighter around her.

Betty was calming, her breathing steadier. She took deep breaths, then traced her fingers back and forth against Jughead’s arm. 

Jughead placed a kiss against Betty’s temple.

“Thank you, Jughead.” Betty murmured. 

She turned around to face him. 

“You okay?” He asked as he gently touched Betty’s palms. 

“I am now. Because of you.” She looked directly into Jughead’s eyes. 

Jughead smiled and leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “Anything for you.”

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”” Betty sighed. 

“Bets, you’re not a mess. You’re perfect. You’re smart and beautiful and strong and I will tell you that every day to remind you. You deserve so much better than how Alice treats you.” He ran a thumb over Betty’s cheek.

“Thank you, Jug.” She leaned forward without realizing what she was doing.

But Jughead knew. He smiled and placed another kiss on her forehead. Betty’s eyes closed and she visibly relaxed her shoulders. She was still leaning forward, eyes closed. Jughead kissed her forehead again.

“I could move in so that we can walk around like this forever if it makes you happy.” Jughead smiled.

Betty laughed. “You make me happy.” She murmured.

“You make me happy too, Bets.”


Red Velvet Reaction to: Their Girlfriend Calling Them Mommy While Fingering/Eating Them Out

Irene: “yes, baby? use your words to tell mommy what you want.” joohyun is ultimate mommy material imo; she’s caring and knows how to take charge. will love hearing you call her ‘mommy’

Originally posted by tzuyiu

Wendy: giggles childishly after the act, but in the moment, lust singing in her veins, she peers up at you, your juices making her lips shine. “what is it? do you want mommy to give you more?”

Originally posted by bubbleflexe

Seulgi: can’t help but see this as you trusting her wholly, as you loving her and admiring her. so she curls her fingers up against your g-spot, attacking your clit until your voice is raw from screaming; “that’s right baby girl, your mommy loves eating you out”

Originally posted by seulgi-

Joy: is too innocent to be really into it, I think. she’ll blush & laugh, not yet comfortable with exploring these things. but for you, she’ll try. “yeah, that’s it, moan for me,” she’ll say, hoping that she sounds erotic and sexy, yet she’s giggling & feels awkward. “do you like that?”

Originally posted by eteru

Time for a story - Unusual clients

Originally posted by smoakgifs

“Felicity?”

Felicity looked up from the papers she was reading to see her assistant Emily standing in the door to her office, smiling at her warmly.

“Yes?”

“Your last clients are here.”

Without any hesitation, Felicity put the papers into the topmost drawer of her desk and folded her arms on the edge of the tabletop. She puckered her lips and frowned, cocking her head.

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Maybe This Time (2/?)

by Inspector Boxer

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercat (with an appearance by Sanvers)

Rating: T

Author’s note: I’m trying to fill additional prompts with each new chapter. This one has what @dubcliq ordered - prompt #35, “What? Are you… chicken?” Hope you like it!

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“Wow.”

“I know, right?” Kara was tempted to order some of that potent rum M’gann hid behind the bar, but she stuck to her club soda. She’d have a hard time explaining to Maggie why she could drink alcohol that was lethal to humans. Alex was going to tell Maggie the whole “super” secret soon, but that particular reveal Kara would leave up to her sister. “What do I do?”

Maggie bit her lip, staring at her over the table. They were waiting on Alex to join them at the bar, but Kara had to get the story off her chest, spilling it to Maggie like a nervous perp confessing before the interrogation even got started.

“Are you…” Maggie pursed her lips and leaned forward. “Do you like girls?” she asked gently.

“I…” That wasn’t where Kara thought this conversation was going to go. At all. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Maggie’s eyebrows arched at the evasion. “It’s just… you’ve either got one of the weirdest nights of your life on tap for tomorrow, or you have a golden opportunity.”

“Opportunity?” Kara asked. “To make a fool out of myself?” she joked.

Snorting, Maggie shook her head. “No, Kara, if you… if you like Cat… like that,” She paused, glancing around as if she were looking for Alex for help. “This is your chance to spend time with her outside the office. To go on a real date. Show her what she’s missing.”

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eleven - wrapping presents

//time got away from me and i forgot to post this yesterday. sorry! 

sasusaku - december eleventh - K


“What the hell is that?”

Her face quickly scrunched up in disgusted and confused manner, and Sasuke frowned at her. He let go of the box that he had been wrapping and simply stared at her, waiting for her to say something that would counter the rude comment that fell from her lips.

“I mean, do you know what you’re doing?”

He inhaled deeply before pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, “no, Sakura. Apparently I don’t.”

His comment towards her was short and snappy, and she began to return the frown back. The wrapping paper in her hand was now crumpled from the tight squeeze she had on it and as she took a piece of tape from the dispenser, she taped the piece down and slid the box across the floor.

“Why is it that you get all grumpy when it comes to wrapping presents?” She asks.

He looks to her now and raises a brow before pushing his hand through his hair.

“It just stresses me out.”

Sakura smiled at him before taking the box that was laid out in front of him. She examined the wrapping paper that surrounded it, and giggled to herself. In a wrinkled mess, she began removing each piece of tape and laid the paper out in between her and Sasuke and placed the box down on top of it gently.

“Okay, so this is how you do it,” Sakura cleared her throat, “first, take this side of the paper, and fold it over the box. It should stop in the middle of the box. Tape that piece down.”

He followed her instructions and removed a piece of tape from the dispenser and placed it where she held her finger against the paper and box, “now we fold the opposite side over, and tape that down as well.”

Again, he taped the paper down and watched as she spun the box towards him. The paper now engulfed the box in its shining surface, decorated in gold patterns and swirls. Sakura made quick work of the next step, but explained the process to him. Sasuke, on the other hand, felt his mind begin to wander.

This is lame, he thought as he watched Sakura fold the paper against the box, holding it in place with her slender fingers and waiting for him to tape the paper against the box. He figured this was better than wrapping presents himself, and having Sakura insult his wrap job.

“Now, we’re going to do the same on this side… tuck the paper against the box.. And fold this piece over this,” she looked to Sasuke as she anchored the wrapping paper and waited for his tape. Sasuke soon let out a groan before flopping onto his back.

“My way is better, Sak.”

Sakura snorted before flopping on her back beside him. She rolled onto her side and laid her arm across his chest, nuzzling her face into his neck and inhaling his scent in. His skin was warm against her, and she couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face.

“Then wrap them your way,” she offered a small kiss against his neck, feeling the tips of his hair tickle her nose. The goosebumps that appeared on his skin sent a shiver down his spine. He was turning his head to look at her.

“But ‘I have no idea what I’m doing.’”

Sakura giggled at his mocking voice. He always made his voice high and squeaky when it came to mocking her, and it was something that she loved about him. After all this time together, and they could still tease one another in a playful manner. She pushed away from him and went back to finishing the wrap job on the present.

“Whatever, Sasuke Uchiha.

“Whatever, Sakura Uchiha.

Her Favorite Criminal:Chapter 3

Her jacket was on his couch in a messy heap. She had tossed it there carelessly minutes earlier along with her holster. She wouldn’t need it now. Kagami’s hands were on her shoulders, rubbing circles into her flesh, tracing the pattern of her muscles further down her back.

Sakura felt the sight leave her lips before she knew what she was doing. She bit back the moan and closed her eyes, content to let her former partner use his hands on her body however he saw fit. She trusted him for this, even as his hands edged deeper and deeper.

Her teeth locked onto her lower lip and stayed there, holding back the moan she wanted to let go. This was all she wanted. No more reports, no more work, just…fun.

“That’s enough uncle, you’re making it gross.”

Kagami looked up from Sakura’s back and smirked. “You’re jealous you don’t get these anymore, or do you wish you were the one who actually knew how to perform a halfway decent massage on our favorite Sakura blossom.”

Sakura looked up from her folded arms and glared over her shoulder at Kagami. “Who said you could stop? I still have knots.”

“As you wish, princess,” the older Uchiha laughed before kissing the back of her head.

Shisui scowled, but made room on a spare chair for himself as he resolved to stay with Sakura while his uncle teased him mercilessly. It was so easy to misinterpret those sounds she made from his office and it drove him insane if left up to his imagination.

“You shouldn’t even still be here, Sakura,” Shisui began, convinced to not make his presence in her room weird. “You’ve been working double shifts with Sasuke, boy wonder, just because he has issues compensating for something.”

Sakura didn’t look up from her arms when she replied. “I don’t mind.”

“I mind. Does he not care what he’s doing to your health?”

“Shisui, I’m on the police force, my health is not a primary concern, otherwise I would have been a secretary.”

Kagami made a dismissive sound behind her as he found a knot and worked it over. Sakura bit her lip and kept her head down as the pressure turned nearly uncomfortable.

“My most favorite nephew is right, you’re overworked. And I know you don’t want anyone taking it easy on you because you are a girl, there’s only so much you can do with a human body, regardless of sex or gender. You’re going to need a break sooner or later.”

“Are you lecturing Sasuke like this?”

Shisui snorted. “No one here cares about that prick enough. We’re happy enough to let him learn the hard way the importance of taking a rest every now and then. I just don’t want to see him drag you down with him. I think even Itachi would kill him if you got hurt because of Sasuke’s stubbornness.”

“I’m resting and relaxing now, aren’t I?”

Kagami huffed angrily, pausing in his work. “A ten minute tune up with me is no such thing. I’m not even using any of my oils or proper treatments. You said you wanted something quick.”

“We’re getting briefed at noon.”

“You just got off the night owl shift.”

Sakura yawned into her arms before looking up at Shisui’s shocked expression. “Don’t look so surprised. I’ve known you to pull a triple every now and then. Besides, after the brief I’m heading home as soon as Obito gives his presentation.”  

“Speaking of Sasuke…where is he?” Kagami asked.

Sakura murmured something that sounded like ‘I don’t know’ into her arms before lifting her head. “It’s my time to summarize a brief for our team. He went home.”

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Shisui hissed, nearly standing up in his anger. “How does he rate? You were both at the last briefing.”

“Yeah, it was his turn, but it was about a case I was angling so I wanted to be there to hear it for myself. He takes the worst notes.”

“So, because he does a shit job you end up covering extra slack,” Shisui dryly summarized, looking ready to throttle his younger cousin the next time they met.

There were few people that could get Shisui so genuinely annoyed as quickly as Sasuke Uchiha. Not only was he a pretentious child that annoyed Shisui whenever he came over to play with Itachi, but Sasuke also had the stupidly good fortune of securing Sakura freaking Haruno as a partner.

The fact that she had feelings for him was little less than secret as far as eligible Uchiha men were concerned. The fact that Sasuke didn’t return the feelings made a lot of other Uchiha feel like Sasuke was making a waste out of his good fate. Shisui was inclined to think something more along the lines of it all being fine in the end. It was Sasuke’s choice, and his decision to squander the girl’s affection did nothing but make it easier for someone else to come in and look impressive. 

Since last year’s undercover wedding operation it seemed like any potential romance between the two of them was improbable and Shisui felt inclined to not encourage Sakura’s feelings any more if Sasuke passed up on indulging her. Thankfully, Sakura seemed to recover with time.

Sasuke did a lot of annoying things, but the worst was how little he seemed to notice Sakura’s needs or value the contributions he took for granted from her. He even forgot her birthday last year. They had been practically raised together and he still missed her birthday.

“If you need to, you could always partner up with me again,” Kagami chuckled. “I’m sure Obito wouldn’t mind the extra company.”

“How is Obito doing? I haven’t seen him recently. If you think I’m burning the candle at both ends you need to take a second look at that guy.”

“Hmm, one of his informants, a PI has been having some pretty nasty breaks. Great for us, terrible for the PI and his six recovering gunshot wounds.”

Sakura hissed, reminding herself to send flowers to Kakashi. The old goat refused to die, but she worried nevertheless. Being a former officer, he was a quick wit with minor difficulties in respecting chains of authority. The PI gig was pretty recent.

“Who’s in the hallway?” Sakura mumbled.

Kagami paused on her back and Shisui sat up, hearing the running feet as well. Seconds later one of the younger officers staggered in. “The briefing just got moved up, there’s been a development!”

“What sort?” Shisui asked, already standing.

The younger officer stammered before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the crumpled sticky note. “Something about a Kabuto sighting.”

Kagami felt Sakura jerk under him and wanted nothing more than to force her down and make her sleep, because he knew once she heard that name there was nothing that could hold her back. He held onto her as she sat up and glared like some mythic demon.

“Where?” she demanded in a low growl.

“L-local.”

Sakura pushed Kagami off and reached for her holster and jacket. There was no way she was going to rest now that she’s heard that name.

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Silvia was hesitant. It was her first kiss after all and she imaged it would be different, more romantic, something that would happen after a big confession. Despite these thoughts she allowed Zach to lean forward and press his lips against hers. She stilled her lips, not knowing what to do and was surprised when she felt his tongue sweep the bottom of her lips. She wasn’t so sure how she felt about that but she opened her mouth for him and let him do it anyway. 

“I should clean up,” she rolled off him and pulled on a wrinkled shirt she found on the floor.

“Want any help?” he asked, fishing for his shorts with one hand. She gave him a small smile and shook her head. The door to his en suite shut with a delicate click and the taps to the shower turned on full blast. While she bathed he took the opportunity to straighten the bedroom from its precarious state, and fifteen minutes later, she emerged in his silk bathrobe, much too big for her small frame.

“Come here,” he beckoned her over to his perch on the edge of his bed. She walked over to him and he grabbed her by the waist to keep her in front of him.

Buck up, Malfoy.

“Granger,” he took a deep breath. She suddenly looked as nervous as he felt. “I don’t think I can be your best mate anymore.”

She bit her lip.

“What I mean is, I can do better.”

She frowned. His eyes went wide.

“No! Not like that! I just mean… bugger. I can do better, with you, with us together. Let’s face it, I’ve always been a rather crap friend.”

She laughed.

“But this,” he gestured to the two of them. “This I can do. I know I can. Because you drive me so completely out of my mind for you that I’d do anything to keep you.” His thumbs stroked her gently over the smooth fabric. Tentatively, she placed her hands on his shoulders. Her small smile had slipped.

“I don’t fit, Draco.”

“Don’t fit? What are you on about? Of course you fit. You fit in my life, you fit… you know, how we just did. The robe’s a bit big, but I can fix that, look,” he wandlessly shrunk the garment her proper size. She did not appear to be impressed.

— Smiles by Granger, DDS // Phoebe 

Kisses was just a word until I felt her lips against mine. Soft and sweet. Like a semi melted Hershey kiss. Thats what her lips tasted like. With a hint of vanilla. I could do without movies or pictures or music, I would give up all the books in the world, hell erase my mind of everything - just leave her kisses. Just leave me that. Let me kiss her and her only for the rest of my life. I’d no longer drink whiskey because I’d get tipsy off of her lips. Take away marijuana from me because those lips of hers make me feel like I’m floating above the clouds. We could not have sex ever and I couldn’t care less because kissing her is so intimate that I’m thankful she has even let me know what true softness really feels like. I really could kiss her for hours and hours and I wouldn’t ever get sick of those lips. I mean fuck!

What addictive substances has she got laced in those lips of hers? Because I just can’t get enough.

—  Oko Nunjah (Addictive Lips)
  • Pathologist: *enters the morgue*
  • Sherlock: *examining a body*
  • Pathologist: *rolls his eyes* Excuse me, sir, this area is out of bounds to-
  • Sherlock: *still looking at the body* It's okay.
  • Pathologist: *sighs* If you don't leave, I'll have to call security.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I said it's fine.
  • Pathologist: *frowns* Why is it fine?
  • Sherlock: *smirks* I'm sleeping with the boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Pathologist: *confused* You're sleeping with Stamford?
  • Sherlock: *looks up; annoyed* The other boss.
  • Molly: *enters the morgue, carrying coffees; irritated* Here's your bloody coffee, you git. Have you finished now so I can do my job?
  • Sherlock: *steps aside; takes the coffee, grinning* Yes, boss.
  • Pathologist: ...

anonymous asked:

What Jihyo was doing here, was she like tracing her lips through Sana's back or what twitter(.)com/MatsudairaTouko/status/842422071535796224

(Did I dream it or did I seriously write tossing her lips if so I meant to say dragging😂)

https://twitter.com/MatsudairaTouko/status/842422071535796224

Actually you wrote tracing, but that’s another story. But seriously, I laugh so hard when people say Jihyo is the straightest member, like, are you blind. Sana is literally sitting on her lap and Jihyo has her arms around her waist while nibbling her back. That’s gay son. Also the second she noticed the camera she was like SHIT GOTTA PRETEND TO BE STRAIGHT

Now I know what you’re thinking; Nadine will you ever stick to one consistent style ever you squib- The answer is no.

No I will not.

Kiyoyachi living together

*screams* oh my gosh more fluff yes please

Thank you for the request! 

  • so first of all Yachi would be the one to ask
  • but it would take some encouragment from Hinata and Kageyama
  • because she always gets so flustered when ever she’s with Kiyoko
  • but she would eventually muster up all the strength she has and ask
  • Suga told her to give Kiyoko a rose
  • but Yachi’s so nervous she practically chucks the rose at Kiyoko and asks to go out to dinner
  • Kiyoko easily agrees, saying she can that night
  • but then Yachi chews nervously on her lip, realising what she needs to do, adding:
  • “as uh not friends?”
  • at this moment Yachi feels like she’s going to explode, her face is on fire
  • but she’s relieved when Kiyoko nods, after taking 30 minutes to adjust her glasses
  • Yachi screams thank you and hugs her before running off
  • because now she’s gotta get ready for her date
  • Yachi ends up spending 3 hours on just figuring out how to braid hair
  • she really didn’t think it would be that hard
  • she also ends up debating whether to wear makeup, because she really wants to impress Kiyoko
  • but after another hour of tutorials, she doesn’t have a clue
  • Kiyoko arrives at the restuarant first, feeling calm as usual
  • but that quickly changes when Yachi arrives in a dress
  • because the sight of her crush looking absoulety perfect is enough to make her heart skip a beat
  • oh and it skips more than one when Yachi see’s Kiyoko and starts smiling
  • but Kiyoko’s not alone because Yachi is absolutely loving the sight of Kiyoko with out glasses
  • none the less the sit at their table
  • and at first it’s awkard, like all dates are
  • mostly just because Yachi is rambling to prevent awkward silence
  • but Kiyoko doesn’t really mind because Yachi is cute when she’s rambling
  • and oh shit Kiyoko just said that out loud
  • and now Yachi is choking on her water
  • which causes Kiyoko to instantly put her hand on Yachi’s
  • by now Yachi is pretty sure she’s dead and in heaven
  • after they order they talk about volleyball
  • which is comfortable topic, so they’re both feeling less stressed
  • but once the food arrives, things get a more silly
  • Yachi starts to make a joke and Kiyoko can’t help but crack a smile
  • Yachi keeps going until Kiyoko full on barks a laugh
  • which causes Kiyoko to blush, cause she’s always calm and collected
  • but Yachi finds it hilarious, and continues to laugh
  • and Yachi laughing makes Kiyoko want to laugh
  • so soon their laughter is filling the entire resturaunt
  • pissing off almost everyone in there, but they’re having so much fun so who cares
  • after they leave the resturaunt Kiyoko drops Yachi off at her house
  • but before Yachi leaves she sneaks a peck onto Kiyoko’s slips
  • and then screams “THANKS FOR THE NIGHT!” and disappears into her house before Kiyoko can react
  • mainly because holy shit Yachi just did that
  • and needs to scream into a pillow
  • but Kiyoko’s just left stunned
  • cuz she really enjoyed that