what's going on idk

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I'm just thinking since 2:35am this morning, how SH is going to ask MH to give up her pathology work to go live with him in Sussex and run an Apiary. Maybe she'll transfer to a hospital there. Maybe he'll be experimenting on her *evil snicker* to make sure she's not allergic to bees. Maybe he'll call her at 3am to find out if she ever got stung by a honey bee. Maybe he'll let some loose in her flat. Maybe SH will flip out when he finds an old pic of Molly helping her dad with a small bee-hive...

First of all, LOL at his attempts to find out answers to Molly and bees! That’s hysterical! Though I’d like to think that he’d make sure she was safe before releasing bees in her flat haha. Ok and about the thought of finding that picture…


Sherlock opened the junk drawer in Molly’s kitchen, looking for the chopsticks that she claimed were “somewhere in there.” As he shoved some things aside, something caught his attention and his eyes became saucers. He picked up a photo and slowly turned to face her where she was setting out the take away.

“Molly,” he began slowly. “What is this?”

Molly glanced at the photo. “Oh yeah,” she said with a smile. “Beekeeping was something my dad and I wanted to try when I was younger. It didn’t go all that well, really. I mean neither of us were terribly experienced. It was fun though! I’ve always thought beekeeping was interesting. Some time I’d love to- Mmph!”

By that point in Molly’s explanation Sherlock had her backed against the kitchen counter, enthusiastically expressing, in the form of passionate kisses, his joy at her interest in this particular subject.

Molly clung to him instantly, caught off guard but thoroughly enjoying this all the same. She was dizzy by the time he pulled away and stared at her with fiery eyes. He spoke between breaths, trying to carefully enunciate each word. 

“Have I expressed how desperately I want to purchase a small cottage in the country with you and spend our later years keeping bees?”

Molly stared back at him agape. “I um, well…no. That is, not till now.” She let out a shaky laugh. “Especially seeing as you’ve never um…done this before either.”

His gaze shifted nervously as he considered the fact that that was true. “I see. So I also hadn’t yet expressed how desperately I want…you?”

“Well, I’m starting to get the idea.” Molly gave him a playful smile and renewed her grasp on his neck. “I dunno though, I feel like you haven’t made yourself completely clear. I might need you to further explain just how much you- Mmph!”

Sherlock was more than willing to make sure Molly was crystal clear on the subject.

man you do not realize how little you’ve thought out some of your alts until you try to make a detailed profile of them

like, writing profiles up for tallia, pargal and aerasuni has been like

and then writing profiles up for like literally all the rest of them has gone about as well as you’d fucking think

i can’t even think about practicing law again without feeling really anxious and upset and kinda panicky? lmao like i have one of those apps on my phone where you fill out various consumer surveys and get like free amazon gift cards and whatnot and one happened to be about legal research software like Quicklaw etc., and I just felt so….like it was hard for me to even answer the questions because it upsets me to think about this stuff? i still can’t even bring myself drive by my old firm. i don’t even want to hear about it or see it on the news. sometimes i’ll drive by a street a big client lived on and all i can think about for a few seconds is their stupid case and i have to like, idk shake off this ~bad feeling. like what IS this, what do i doooo

Reflection (Newt Scamander X Reader)

First fanfic, I don’t know what I’m doing, just go with it.

Warnings: idk

Enjoy!

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You stood in front of the mirror, inspecting your reflection that appeared back to you. Your (H/C) hair was pulled into a messy ponytail-bun looking thing, tied at the nape of your neck. You easily picked out your insecurities, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

The way your skin was uneven, how your stomach didn’t form into a flat and toned figure, how your thighs squished together, how your nose wasn’t in proportion to your face. Anything you could think of to tear your self esteem down, you repeated to yourself. Slowly, tears fell down your cheek, and plopped onto the edge of the sink.

Newt got up from the bed, realizing the spot next to him was empty. Trudging down the halls of the house you two had bought, he noticed the bathroom light to be on, but no sound of the shower being turned on. He knocked softly, causing you to quickly wipe away the tears and slip in your bath robe.

“(Y/N)?” He whispered tenderly.

“One second Newt.” You chirped before opening the door.

Newt scanned your face and quickly took note of your eyes being red, indicating you were crying. You tried to hold a smile, but seeing his face full of worry, broke you down even more. You tapped your foot, trying to distract yourself from the tears the threatened to fall, but it was no use, everything you once loved was now ruined.

“I’m so sorry.” You cried out, letting the tears flow.

“Why are you apologizing love?” Newt pulled you in, wrapping his arms around you, restoring the heat to your body.

“I feel like I’m not good enough.” You admit.

Newt understood how you could feel insecure, he felt the same way with his scars. However, he didn’t understand how you kept feeling this bad, even after knowing that he loved you for you.

“Come here,” he slowly guided you to the bathroom. He took off his shirt and revealed his scars that had been imprinted into his skin forever. With your permission, he took off the robe that clubs to your body, revealing you in nothing but a bra and your underwear, “look. We both have something we’re insecure about, I have these disgusting scars covering my body, but I don’t feel as embarrassed anymore because I know you love me anyway. A-and I want you to know I love you too, no matter what you say, I love you.”

Your (E/C) eyes matched his and for once, you felt content with being in your skin. He wrapped himself around you one more time, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and repeated “I love you” as he kissed your face. You smile and place a soft, but passionate kiss on his lips.

“Thank you” you whisper as you place your head on his beating heart.

“Anytime kitten, anytime.”
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I tried.

4

you’re gonna be the guy who tells people what’s good for them? of course it’s my job. it’s physically my job. that’s why i do it.

8

V’s LOG

1:54PM: “its been some time since i’ve seen them. it was nice of us to come back here again. i wish it could be like this forever.”

2:36PM: “rapmonnie hyung was embedded in the wall with this spray paint. cute huh?”

3:45PM: “this feels like a dream. the place is so serene. almost as if everything is at a standstill.”

5:32PM: “jin hyung loves to take pictures. i can’t wait to see them later. the picture of hobi hyung, syubbie hyung, and jungkookie should come out well.”

6:23PM: “we stopped at a gas station. hobi hyung is buying snacks. we will eat deliciously.”

7:04PM: “our secret hang out, what a place to be so relaxed in.”

10:59PM: “we’re watching jin hyung’s videos again. we looked so happy.”

5:20AM: “another special place. i never want to think there’s nothing that can ever take this from me.”