why does this look so bad though

The “Just the thought of Team Cap walking all over Tony makes me want to trash my room, I just want unashamed, biased, pro-Tony quality content, is that too much to ask??” inspired ficlet I’ve been holding back for a while:

Bitterness ahead, guys. Not Team Cap friendly. Nor is it particularly deep or rational. I just wanted to get a couple of thoughts out of my head. Basically Tony is done being the team’s sugar daddy, only it comes to light in a very roundabout way. 


“When are my arrows gonna be fixed anyways?” Clint grumbles, rubs a hand over his sore shoulder. The one that wouldn’t have gotten injured, had his shot hit the target it was supposed to. Which it should have, his aim had been fine. The problem were the arrows. Someone must have screwed up somewhere in the production because they weren’t perfectly balanced.

They’re sitting in the conference room at the (mostly) restored compound. Tony is tapping away on his StarkPad, not even bothering to look up. He must have felt the questioning glances and noticed the silence, but he still doesn’t react.

Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to encourage the tension between them, things are bad enough as it is. If only Tony would put in some effort as well, instead of going out of his way to antagonise them, maybe they could make some actual progress.

“Yo, Stark!” Clint snaps, voice reaching that biting sharpness he reserves specially for the billionaire. “I’m talking to you!”

Tony shows no outward reaction, which is strange to see. Back when they first came back, he used to move at all times, sharp and erratic, never staying still. Steve shakes his head at their unnecessary power play.

Tony answers before he has the chance to reprimand them though. “How would I know?” he asks, a brief frown flittering across his face as he scribbles something down onto the tablet.

The outraged look on Clint’s face tells everyone present that this meeting won’t get back on track any time soon. It’s understandable, really. Clint has been forced to fight three battles with faulty equipment and frankly, the lack of concern Tony is showing for his team mates’ safety is nothing short of callous. Steve knows things haven’t been good between them but this is the first time he wonders if things could really be so bad, that Tony would hold necessary equipment back on purpose.

It’s a terrible thought, but try as he might, Steve isn’t able to shake it off.

At least the rising tension finally causes Tony to look up and meet Clint’s glare. He’s wearing sunglasses even though they’re inside, like he always does. Steve doesn’t like it. Makes it harder to read Tony, to tell what he’s really thinking. Absently, he admits that this is probably why Tony wears them so religiously.

“What do you mean ‘how would you know’?!” Clint snarls, enraged. “My arrows have been acting up for weeks and you still don’t know how to fix it?!”

Tony stares at Clint, the expression on his face unreadable. Then, after a long, long moment of heavy silence, the answer.

“I’m not fixing your equipment.”

For a moment, it’s deadly quiet, as Steve struggles to process the meaning of what Tony has just said.

“Tony,” Steve hastily inserts himself as soon as he finds his voice again, before Clint can throw himself across the room and deck him, “I know there are still some issues we all have to work through, but that’s not an excuse to-”

“Hold it right there, Rogers,” Tony interrupts. It’s never Cap, always Rogers these days. The pain the distinction causes still catches Steve by surprise more often than not. “I’m not sure where you get this from but I’m not your mechanic. I don’t work for you. So if Barton here has an issue with his weapons, he needs to take it up with the people in charge. Considering how often you remind me that it’s not me, you’d think you’d have figured that part out already.”

“But it’s not working!”

Tony sighs. The deep, heavy sort of sigh you usually expect from an exhausted parent after their insistent child asks, “Are we there yet?” for the 34th time. “Then take it up with the quartermaster. Or Agent Hudson. Or one of the techies. Seriously, Barton, you signed the Revision. Who’s responsible for what is right in there, section 12 to 17. Besides-” he pauses.

“What are you waiting for? Go on!” Clint demands between gritted teeth, hands curled into tight fists. Thankfully, he’s not throwing anything. Yet. “Don’t get shy with me now!”

Tony straightens in his seat. Steve inwardly sighs. That man has never been able to let a challenge go unanswered.

Besides,” Tony continues, voice still surprisingly even, “chances are they’re working just fine.”

“You think I can’t tell when my bow isn’t fucking working the way it should?” Clint bristles.

The words actually cause Tony to lower his sunglasses for a moment, just to make sure there is no doubt about how stupid he believes Clint to be. “I’m saying you’re operating with a standard bow, Barton. The fabric and the construction limit the performance quality. Something I’m sure an experienced archer like yourself has picked up on.”

And yes, things are definitely getting ugly. That level of glacial cold in Tony’s voice is rarely achieved, even now.

“The why the fuck did you build a subpar bow?”

Tony sighs again. “You’re missing the point. Seriously, I can not believe we’re even having this conversation. I did not build that bow, Barton.”

And that’s–that’s a surprise.

Tony’s gaze trails over them all, taking in their confused, shocked expressions. “Really?” he asks, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “Did any of you even read the Revision? The Avengers’ are an official unit. Their weapons and uniforms can’t be provided by a private party, especially not one who is part of the team. Have you ever heard the term conflict of interest?”

“What about Stark Industries?” Natasha asks. From the furrow in her brows though, Steve suspects she already knows the answer–and doesn’t like it one bit.

“I’m not sure if you noticed,” and now there’s no mistaking the mocking in Tony’s tone, “but SI doesn’t sell weapons anymore. It was kind of a big thing, couple of years back.”

“But- But yours are better!” Clint splutters. It sounds plaintive and weak, even in Steve’s ears, but at the same time he knows what Clint’s struggling to say. It’s not about getting your toys taken away. It’s about their safety and efficiency in the field. On bad days, it’s about the survival of their entire planet.

“I can’t believe you would risk the teams’ lives and safety like this because of a petty argument,” Steve says, unable to keep quiet any longer, nor bothering to hide the honest disappointment.

Tony, unimpressed as always, simply snorts. “You’re an official unit, but before that you’ve been working for SHIELD for years. Did you ever have the very best equipment mankind was capable of providing at the time? No,” he answers his own question in a breeze, “you didn’t. Why? Because you’re agents, soldiers. And sure, the government wants to protect us, wants to keep us alive and make sure our missions succeed. But they have limited funding, which means everyone has to deal with the best cost-efficient option available. If you’ve got the right connections to get something more, then lucky you, but that makes you an exception, not a rule.”

“You don’t need to explain real life to me!” Clint snaps aggravated.

“Then why do you feel entitled to something better?” That question, sharp and cutting, makes the archer still, his mouth open but with no retort forthcoming. Tony is blinking at him now, head tilted sideways in child-like curiosity.

“Of course, if I, as a private citizen, decided to build something that doesn’t violate any laws and give it to a friend as a gift, that would be something else, wouldn’t it?” Tony continues after a moment, voice softer now, but no less cutting. His eyes are fixated on Clint, sunglasses pushed back, eyes dark and unmoved. “The average update would take me what, a week or two? That’s a lot of time to invest into a single project, especially when the ultimate use is so limited. How many people can possibly profit from improved protective vest versus how many people improve from an exploding arrow is a really fascinating comparison to make.”

“So you see, Barton, even if I could improve your bow, there’s no logical reason why I should waste my time like this.”

“Tony!” Steve interrupts, scandalised. “Clint’s life depend on his aim! Our lives depend on it! How can you justify not providing him with the most basic necessities.”

Tony doesn’t even try and look abashed, instead he throws his head back and laughs. “This is how you want to play it, Rogers? Because I’m rich and a genius, I owe it to you to devote my time, attention and money to bettering your lives? What about the seven billion other people on this world? Don’t they deserve the same consideration, hm? What makes you so special that I should put your needs before anything else?”

Steve opens his mouth, but Tony doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

“I tell you what this is: this is you realising I’m no longer spoiling you rotten because you are in fact not my kids and I can cut you off whenever the fuck I want. And you don’t like it. Because guess what, I may be privileged, but so are you! You’re heroes, most of the time, as far as the world is concerned. You’ve been living off my money and resources on top of that. You’ve always gotten special treatment and you like that. You’re as far detached from the ‘ordinary man on the street’ as I am, you just don’t have the self-awareness to fucking notice!”

Tony sends them a sardonic smile that does in no way take the sting out of his words. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you’ll still be special. It’s just no longer my name footing that bill. Because we’re not friends. And as a business man, I’m not at all sorry to tell you that you simply aren’t worth investing into.”

And with that he stands, all blinding press smile, sweeps around dramatically, and strides purposefully out of the room. The automatic door closes noiselessly behind him, but he might have as well slammed it shut for all the difference it would’ve made.

It’s likely not a coincidence, that on their next mission Spiderman, Vision and Miss Marvel all showcase new, incredibly features and weapons that can’t have been created by anyone else. And it’s impossible to know for sure, what with the mask on, but Steve is one hundred per cent certain that Spiderman is smirking at them.

He is not wrong.


Let me know what you think? And please excuse any mistakes, I’ll re-read this tomorrow. Also this is the last post for today. I’m tiredtiredtired now and think I’ve spread enough bitterness for the day. And spammed your dashes with enough endless posts probably…oops.

Why is it that Bruce and Selina’s relationship doesn’t get enough love? It’s so complex, the ideologies of ethics and morality clouding their lust for one another.They’re so different, but not in the yin and yang sense, no that’d be too easy. They have this tension that’s not only sexual, it’s heavier than that. It’s something that defines them as people, and that something that’s should make them incompatible. But they’re not. They fit. Sure, not like Lois Lane and Clark Kent, but that’s what makes their relationship so much more beautiful. It has flaws, man does it have a lot of them. I love the rigidity that Bruce tries to maintain, I love that most of the time he fails miserably. I love that Selina is a bad ass bitch who owns the shit she does, and I love the rare moments where she becomes vulnerable to Bruce.

I feel as though words can not appropriate how strongly I feel about this dynamic, but fuck it, at least I tried.

Also, this is art by Jim Lee in Hush……and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted Batman and Catwoman to look like. So, thank you Jim Lee.

Sorry sorry I jsutdf I need to talk about this photo. First of all Ringo is so fucking short and he’s on John’s damn shoulders. Speaking of John why is his fringe like that. Also George is wearing jeggings. First of all why would you wear jeggings to the beach wouldn’t you overheat or some shit and second of all why does George have skinny girlish legs. Not saying that’s a bad thing though because he looks pretty good in jeggings tbh. Anyways so this picture has been haunting me for the past few days

Oblivious to the Obvious [Poe Dameron x Reader]

Summary: Poe has had a crush on the reader for ages, and asks Finn for his advice, which leads him to make several very sudden decisions.

Word Count: 6000+

Warnings: Moderate to Severe Accidental Injury

It wasn’t like Poe was looking for excuses to get to maintenance. (Well, once, he had sped up the disrepair of his com link just a little bit.) Otherwise, all eight visits to the maintenance wing over the past month were for completely legitimate reasons. It was as if his X-wing somehow knew that there was a wonderful girl at the reception desk and kept falling apart just so he could see her. This time, it was the navigation system that had decided to give out. System in hand, he walked to the to the desk where Y/N spun around in her chair until she saw him.

“Oh! Hi, Poe!” she greeted with her bright, heart-stopping smile. She was looking awfully cute with safety goggles rested on the top of her head, pulling her hair back. She had a smudge of grease on her cheek that she probably didn’t even realize was there, and her eyes were lit up as they usually were with a playful spark.

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Moments. Chapter 9: Fight

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)


Chapter 9: Fight

-x-

“Hey” she greeted him with a smile as soon as he arrived at her front door

“Hi” he smiled back at her “You look beautiful”

She looked at the floor blushing.

“Shall we go?” he asked her offering his hand to her

“Let’s go” she took his hand and they both starting walking to the bus stop

They had agreed to meet their friends at the Kollektiv so everyone could celebrate that they had ended their exams. They all would be there, the girl squad, the boy squad and the balloon squad. And of course also Linn and Eskild.

The bus arrived in time and they got on it, Sana leading the way. She looked around for some seats and froze when she saw a familiar face in one of them. Flashbacks of three months ago came to her mind, to the day Isak and Even moved out of the Kollektiv. She had been in that same bus with that same woman in front of her. She had spent the whole trip looking at Sana with a disgusted face making her feel so uncomfortable.

“Hey, there are some free seats there” she heard Yousef saying behind her

And of course, he was pointing at the only two free seats in the whole bus, the ones in front of that woman.

“Everything okay?” he asked when he saw that she was not moving

“Huh?” she looked at him confused “Uh, yeah, yeah everything is cool. Let’s sit”

Yousef frowned at her but she just avoided his eyes and led the way to the seats.

They sat down and Yousef took Sana’s hand on his. She looked at him tenderly and smiled but from the corner of her eye she could feel that woman looking at them. At least it was a short trip.

 -x-

They were almost there, only two more minutes and it would be over. She looked at the window trying to avoid her look but she felt that woman’s eyes on her, and what was worst, she felt Yousef’s too. He kept looking from that woman to her and once again to the woman. He was noticing the looks, she was sure. She felt him shifting on his seat. She hoped he would just stay quiet, but of course he had to clear his throat.

“Excuse me” Yousef said with a fake smile “Do you have any problem with my girlfriend?”

“Yousef…” Sana whispered looking at him

“I just couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been staring at her with such a disgusted face the whole time and I’m just wondering what exactly is your problem?” he kept saying

The woman just stared back at him embarrassed.

“Yousef stop” Sana warned him

“You’re not going to say anything?” Yousef asked the woman “So you only communicate by disgusted looks? You’re not brave enough to say your racist thoughts out loud?”

Sana could feel everyone’s eyes on them. The whole bus was in silence except for Yousef’s voice.

“Yousef stop” Sana repeated

“No, Sana. I won’t, this woman has been making you feel uncomfortable since we sat in front of her and I just want to know what her problem is” he said louder

“I said stop!” Sana yelled.

Just as she said this the bus arrived to their stop. Sana stood up and walked past him getting off the bus as quickly as she could.

“Sana, wait!” Yousef shouted running after her once they were on the street

“What is wrong with you?!” she asked him turning around to face “Weren’t you listening to me? I told you to stop”

“Stop? And what? Let her look at you like that? No!”

“I’m used to that okay? I can’t go through life making a scene every time someone looks at me in a way I don’t like” she said

“Well you shouldn’t be used to that. You shouldn’t let that happen to you. I was just trying to defend you”

“I don’t need you to defend me!” she yelled exasperated

“If I don’t, who will?!”

“Me! I can defend myself okay? And I can choose when I want to defend myself and when I just want to keep quiet. It’s not your choice. It’s mine!”

“Sana…”

“Just forget it” she said shaking her head and entering the kollektiv building.

 -x-

They had been at the party for an hour and they still hadn’t talked to each other.

As soon as Sana entered the house she went straight to the girls while Yousef just stayed on the other side of the room alone until eventually Even joined him. She acted like nothing was bothering her with the girls, she didn’t want to talk about it and she avoided looking at him.

“Sanasol!” she heard Isak saying behind her.

She turned around and smiled at him

“Isabel good to see you”

“Where have you left your boyfriend?” he asked

“With yours apparently” she said looking at them for the first time in the whole afternoon.

Yousef and Even were talking leaning against one of the walls. Well, Even was mainly doing all the talking, Yousef was only listening.

“I’m glad everything is okay between them now” Isak said

“Yeah, me too” she then looked at Isak “Elias apologized right?”

“Yup, and I apologized to Mikael”

“Good” she said nodding and looking back at Yousef and Even. “Hey Isak…can I ask you something?”

“Sure” he said

“Do Even and you ever fight?”

  -x-

“Even? Can I ask you something?” Yousef asked, his eyes on Sana and Isak who were talking on the other side of the room

“Of course” Even said

“Do Isak and you ever fight?”

 -x-

“Of course we fight Sana. That’s what couples do. We fight all the time for random things, like me being a completely mess at home…”Isak explained

 -x-

“…or me always forgetting to take the clothes out of the washing machine, he hates it when that happens” Even told Yousef

 -x-

“Oh, and a thing we always fight about is like when we are walking in the street and someone looks at us in a weird way he always makes a big deal of it…” Isak continued

 -x-

“…Isak hates it when I do that. He prefers to keep quiet and like not cause a scene you know?”

 -x-

“And you know I get it, I totally get it. I know Even is right when he calls people out for being homophobe and that he does it for me, because he wants to protect me and he doesn’t want me to feel bad about myself” Isak kept talking but Sana’s eyes weren’t on him, they were on Yousef, who was looking right back at her

 -x-

“I understand why Isak gets mad, you know? He just wants to concentrate on us and forget about what people think. And he also doesn’t want to feel like he needs to be protected. He’s very capable of defending himself without me interfering” Even said unaware of Yousef not looking at him

 -x-

“So even though we fight about it, we always make up…”

 -x-

“…‘Cause I try to understand his point of view and he tries to understand mine”

 -x-

“And that’s what being a couple means, right?” Isak said looking at Sana “Sana? Are you listening to me?”

-x- 

“Yousef? Are you paying attention to what I’m saying?” Even asked noticing that Yousef was in fact not looking at him at all.

 -x-

“Are you seriously making heart eyes at your boyfriend while I talk?” Isak asked rolling her eyes.

But Sana wasn’t listening to him anymore, all her thoughts were on Yousef, whose thoughts and eyes were on her too.

He titled his head and smiled slightly at her from across the room. She smiled back at him and bit her lip.

“I’ll be right back” she told Isak without looking at him

 -x-

“I’ll talk to you later, Even” Yousef said

 -x-

They both started to walk towards each other slowly. The noise from the party completely fading, all of they could hear was their hearts pounding fast on their chests. They kept approaching each other until they were only a step apart, moment that Sana took to wrap her arms around his waist and bury her face on his chest. He hugged her shoulders tightly.

“I don’t want us to fight” he whispered on her ear

“I don’t want to fight with you” she said looking up at him “I’m sorry for the way I reacted, I know you were only trying to protect me”

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, I know you’re capable of defending yourself and it should be your choice when to do it”

“You only wanted the best for me, I’m the one who was wrong”

“You told me to stop and I didn’t listen, it was my fault”

“Are we really fighting on whose fault it was, now?” she asked chuckling

“We can’t help ourselves, can we?” he said laughing

I’m sorry” Sana said looking at him tenderly

“I’m sorry too” he said resting his forehead against hers “Look at us, we just had our first fight and couldn’t stay angry at each other for more than one hour”

“We’re the cutest couple” she said scrunching up her nose in a cute way

“Ha! You wish”

They looked at their side and saw Even and Isak looking at them

“Isak and me are the cutest couple” Even said

“Give us a month and we’ll see about that” Yousef said putting his arms around Sana’s shoulder so she could rest her back against his chest.

“We’ll totally take your title from you” Sana said with a smug smile

“They’re kind of cute, Even” Isak whispered at his boyfriend as they left the couple alone

“Seems like we got competition” Even agreed.

———–x——-

Prompts:

“ Hola! I know you’ve a lot to work on right now but this idea came to mind and I wanted to share it with you because I think it would make a great fic… Sana is on the bus (like the first scene of season 4) and she finds herself sitting again in front of the same woman except this time she has Yousef by her side! I hope you decide to write it, don’t worry I can wait! “

“ Hi! how are you? I’m writing to you because I would really love for you to write something about Isak making fun of Sana because she’s making heart eyes at Yousef (who’s responding with major heart eyes too), therefore she’s not paying attention to Isak…”

“ Yousana writing prompts I would like to see in one of your works: “If I don’t who will?”


Thank you for the prompts! This was probably not what you had in mind but I hope you’ve liked it

Also I’m sorry if it’s confusing, it’s been so hard to write this fic ‘cause I had the scene in my head but I had trouble putting it in words, so I hope that it’s not confusing

Thank you all for reading!♥

Steve Rogers Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: Imagine where Reader is a shy/introverted scientist for Tony Stark and Natasha tries to encourage Steve to ask her out for a lunch date? 💕

A/N: it’s long ;3

Warning: None


You stood there with the boxes in your arms, obviously it was dragging you down because of the weight. You didn’t have that strong of arms, but you still somehow managed to carry the load of stuff inside the boxes. Most of the objects in the box were glass tubes, stuff that you use for science experiments pretty much. You were the scientist for Tony Stark, which you still had no idea why, because you thought you were very introverted and shy. The ding from the elevator finally rang and you straightened your back and puffed out your chest.

The door opens and reveals your boss, Steve Rogers, or as everyone calls him, Captain.

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Fuckboi

Characters: Simon D x Reader
Prompt: “zero fucks given. next please.” 
A/N: I have been in this exact situation and thought it only funny that I share my painful story with you guys (mines wasn't a rapper tho lol)
Word Count: 1,423


This is it. The day you’ve been waiting for and thought it was never going to happen. Holding your breath, you rang the doorbell and waited patiently. Where were you? At AOMGS studio, Kiseok had invited you over so you could look at his work and give your opinions on it. The fact that he wanted you to hear it first before anyone else and let you into his personal space filled you with so much joy.

The door swung open to reveal the man himself; wearing a black pair of ripped jeans, white trainers, and a green baggy hoody. Damn, you thought to yourself. How does he always look so good? Even when you first met him outside of a party after he threw up from taking shots, you still thought he looked hot. It wasn’t the most romantic way to meet. Kiseok with vomit splashed on his jeans and leaning onto you as you struggled to balance yourself while wearing those ridiculously high heels. However, somehow the two of you managed to exchange numbers and you had been keeping in contact for a few weeks.

“Hey! You look cute,” he gently took your hand and led you into the studio. Already in the first few seconds of meeting each other your legs began to wobble. Why did he have this much of an affect on you?

“Thanks, its nice seeing you again.” Act cool, act cool, act cool, you chanted in your head. Its just the hottest boy you’ve ever been on a date with…I’m not cool.

“It’s nice seeing you too. If I knew you were going to look this good I would have invited you sooner.” Huh, two remarks on my appearance already? Was that good or does he just….nah. I’m probably just being prudish. Though he had been really bad at texting. Like so bad you had wondered if he had been in hospital or blocked your number. He went from texting all day to disappearing for a week, without giving you an explanation. Though you didn’t let that phase you because, well, it was him!

“Can I get you a drink?” His voice snapped you out of your Sherlock investigation and you perked up, nodding, “Some water would be nice. Its starting to get warm again.”

“Yeah, it is.” He went towards the mini fridge in the room as you sat down, “I would have picked you up but…” He was hesitated to finish his excuse as he handed you a drink. Cause? Wait, you shouldn’t just expect a guy to pick you up!  You’re an independent woman! You can get here by bus, train, or walking. Though with the heat the walking seemed to be the worst one that you had picked since you had to dab the sweat off your forehead before walking down his street.

“I…errr….you know how it is. Busy.” He nodded his head towards a pen and blank piece of paper on the table. It’s so busy that he’s written nothing? A pit was beginning to form in your stomach. Did he actually want to see you or was he bored and invited you over?

“Its fine!” You smiled enthusiastically. ” I enjoyed the walk.,”…you didn’t .

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, I’ll take you somewhere real nice soon. Now, let me get my laptop so you can hear what I’ve been working on.” He stood up from the sofa and went to the other room. Were you seeing red flags right now? Sighing, you took a sip of the cold water and leaned back into your seat. He wants to see you. He wouldn’t have invited you otherwise…right?

A loud vibration noise filled the room and you glanced at his phone. Huh….a picture of him and another girl flashed in front of your eyes. Oh. His arm was wrapped around her waist and her head resting against his chest. Your lips went dry as you forced your eyes away from it. What the fuck is that? A wave of shivers ran over your body and your eyes went towards the door as your brain screamed at you to run. That has to be a red flag?

“Found it! I’m sure Grey moves my stuff around to mess with me and-“ He noticed his phone, his eyes widening as his hand quickly reached out for it and slipped it into his back pocket.

“Can’t I get any peace?” he chuckled sitting down next to you, “even my sister is bothering me. She’s like my mum you know.” Sister? Your chest immediately deflated as you rolled your eyes. Of course! Why do you always jump to the worst conclusion? It’s his sister!

“Now, give this a listen and tell me what you think.” He pressed play and you looked at the lyrics he had pulled up on screen to help you follow along. You were surprised at much you liked it. It was different to his usual sound and if he decided to release this then it would definitely be a hit. However, you noticed that his face was facing yours the whole time and his eyes glued to you. Maybe he was keen to see your reaction.

“Is it good?” His voice throwing you off guard since the song had not finished.

“Yeah. I really like it since-“ your sentence was cut off as he crashed his lips against yours. Your hand went against his chest and quickly pushed him away. What in gods name was that?!  Our lips parted as you were struggling to breathe from being cut off as you stared at him with accusing eyes.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” His arm snaked around your shoulders and pushed you against his warm body, a confident smirk playing on his lips. “You’re pretty. Pretty girls deserve a handsome mans attention.”

“But…you wanted to play your music?” His other hand rested on your thigh, squeezing it slightly.

Kiseok chuckled as he shook his head slightly, “You’re not used to this aren’t you? I want to spend some time with you…away from preying eyes.” Does that mean his fans and people he knew?

“Hyung!” The door suddenly opened as Jay stumbled into the room with Loco and Gray behind him, sweaty and holding a basketball.

“There you are we-“ Loco paused as he glanced at you two being so close together. Kiseok quickly stood up, almost pushing you away as he shut his laptop and quickly greeted his friends. Why is he acting cold all of a sudden? 

“You didn’t tell us you were on a date here!” Gray laughed, grabbing a fresh bottle of water to cool his body down, “Sorry for interrupting” He smiled at you and bowed slightly.

“Its not a date!” Kiseok snapped, glaring at the trio of confused men. Not a data? Anger started to brew inside of you. Was he taking you for a fool? A little fuck buddy or toy he could mess around with as he pleased? No. You wanted a date. A proper date. You wanted him to be…nice. Not to be here on demand whenever he snapped his fingers.

“Its not?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Its umm,” Kiseok started to sweat, looking a his friends and you. “No, its not. Because if it was a date I would have brought her somewhere a lot nicer than here.” Then why did you bring me here, then?

“Wow hyung! I spend a lot of money making this place nice, you weren’t complaining when you brought that other girl here.”

“Was it his sister by any chance?”

“Sister? Hyung doesn’t have a sister he has a – oh.” Jay quickly stopped talking as he had just caught onto his friends storyline. Great.  Your phone vibrated and you looked down, a message from another guy you had been speaking to. A ‘backup’ one if you will. You had actually blown him off for Kiseok…but I guess you’ll be free today now.

“That’s funny, I’m sure you told me that you had one.” Kiseok avoided your eyes as his cheeks flushed pink. Feeling embarrassed to being caught out so publicly.

“Well, I better get going.” You stood up grabbing your jacket and phone. Never again were you going to date cute rappers that you thought were going to be ‘The One’.

“Where are you going?” Kiseok asked hastily. Probably afraid that he wasn’t going to get any tonight. Smirking, you walked towards the door and said loudly.

“I’m going to meet my brother.”

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[[request prompt: ahhh i have a request! peter and reader have been dating for quite a bit, though reader doesn’t know that he’s spiderman. when she finds out though, she’s *mortified* bc once she was held hostage and he actually came to save her, though he abandoned her when the criminal was caught and the police came, so she’s held a dislike for Spiderman since then, since he didn’t save her. so, angst?]]

Yeah, this was another one of those Drabble requests that I couldn’t condense into 500 words lmao, and I apologize if this wasn’t angsty enough ;w;

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: a bit of angst with some fluff at the end.

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He Doesn’t Own Me (Part 2) - Jughead x Andrews!Reader

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Part 1: https://jugheadonmymind.tumblr.com/post/156892485433/he-doesnt-own-me-jughead-x-andrewsreader


“Jughead!“ You whisper harshly, stilling his hands on you, "Shut up!”

Laughter dies on his lip, his eyes darting towards your room door as you both strain to listen if Archie came home unexpectedly. Hearing your brother’s telltale steps on the stairs, the both of you scramble to get into your preplanned positions; you seated at your desk and Jughead at a respectable distance away, but still close enough to make your concocted story believable.

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I am in Hell.

There’s no other way to describe it, I am in Hell. I don’t know why, I mean, I can’t think of any reason I would deserve to be here, but I am here. There’s nowhere else this place could be. Hell, or at least the part of it I’m in, doesn’t look like what you’d think. No underground cavern full of fire and red demons tormenting me. Instead this place is a wasteland, with nothing there at all except me. Now I know what you’re thinking, that isn’t so bad. It could be worse. But trust me, it does get worse. Even though I’m in Hell, I still get hungry. This must be part of my punishment. I am always hungry, and there’s nothing in this wasteland to eat. Nothing, except for this one animal. And it taunts me, like it knows I’m starving. Naturally I try to hunt it so I can eat, and this is where it gets bad. This being Hell, this animal naturally can’t be caught. Every time I try, every time I get close to catching or killing it, that animal just lucks out and gets away from me. So this is my fate, eternal hunger with the only relief being unattainable, and hurting myself in the process. Sometimes I try to get creative, hoping that against the odds somehow I’ll catch my prey. An unseen higher power working here sometimes provides me with a new tool, not as an act of mercy but to probably have a laugh at my suffering. To make sure that the faint glimmer of hope that remains in me never fades. After all, if I were to ever lose all hope of success then I wouldn’t be suffering anymore would I? Sometimes just to spite my tormentors I refuse to go along with this game. I refuse to go on this pointless hunt and instead try to find some other way to occupy my time. But the hunger never ceases, and it’s always a matter of time before I give in and go back to hunting. And if the hunger doesn’t get to me, the boredom does. That’s the beauty of this Hell, I can stop the self-torture anytime I want, but when I do there is literally nothing else for me to do. Futility or boredom, this is indeed Hell. I can only hope that if I ever do catch that animal, that the taste of roadrunner is worth it.

anonymous asked:

I need to get this off my chest and I feel like you would be very understanding about this. I used to love Katya so so much. She was the only Queen I used to stam. But when I started liking other queens as well, I have come to realize how immature, obnoxious, and toxic most of her fans are. It got to the point that it drove me away from liking her at all. (1)

Anon said: When I go on YouTube to watch a video about a different queen, I would see comments like why wasn’t Katya in the video or Katya would have done a better job. They spend so much time putting other queens down to make Katya look good even though it does the opposite. I know Katya would never encourage that kind of behavior. She even said that if you’re a bad person, then you don’t know her at all and shouldn’t be her fan. Why would they think Katya loves it if they talk shit about her friends? Trixya fans attack Ginger Minj just because she called Katya her best friend as if Katya isn’t allowed to have more than one best friend. They attack Alaska for winning All Stars 2 when statistically, she does deserve that win. And these stans try so hard to talk like her that I get secondhand embarrassment for them. I want to keep stanning Katya but her fanbase is so toxic and negative which is so ironic. And when you try to call them out, they come up with these petty replies by just unoriginally quoting Katya and thinking they won the argument by just that. I hope this doesn’t offend you but I’m just so upset by this community.

okay so first of all, i’m actually happy that you chose to vent out to this blog because i know a lot of people can relate. so don’t worry, you’re not alone ! and second, i’m not at all offended by this bc i totally know where you’re coming from !! i get very annoyed by a lot of katya fans, but i tend to just tune them out. i know it’s easier said than done (especially since i also stan alaska and there is not a single alaska video out there without a katya stan ruining it) but you somehow just end up getting used to it. 

i know fans are supposed to represent their faves but i think the younger ones tend to forget that. normally when i see Those Comments™, i immediately assume that they’re just written by tweens who are sadly short of creativity and that they shouldn’t be taken seriously. don’t give them your time of day, boo !! they’re def not worth the effort.

Twelve ways you won’t believe what she looks like now

1. She looks like a whirling void in spacetime from which even now a sly tentacle is reaching out to perform unspeakable acts upon an unsuspecting world. It’s amazing what the years will do.

2. I heard she’d lost weight. That’s not the half of it. She’s lost mass. As in, she actually no longer obeys the law of conservation of mass. At all. Scientists love her. There she is, perched in centrifuges and bombarded by neutrons and belted round by things that bleep at labs the world across. That is one weird trick.

3. She looks like a rhodium unicorn. You look like the proprietor of an interstellar dive bar. It’s all good.

4. She looks like the physical personification of existential terror. She only exists at 4 am. You realise that you never knew what she used to look like, either.

5. You won’t believe it, but she’s now the world’s champion elbow-haver. She has at least twenty-five and they are all top-notch elbows and one of them was the world’s best elbow 2016 before being disqualified under the non-human DNA exemption. If you ever need someone to clear a path through a crowd, she’s your woman.

6. She looks like a bicycle. The form you knew was only ever the larva for the true shape of her people. You might think this is an odd transformation, but they do come from a startlingly flat planet so it’s all completely logical really. By the way, this is why you should always ask before riding a bicycle.

7. What does it mean to believe anything, really?

8. So they’ve started taxing by dimensionality. You can’t pay, they take one away until you can. That’s why she’s so flat right now. She’s got a bit of a career in cartoons going, though, so it’s not so bad.

9. Following an official name change to NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, I am pleased to report that she now looks like NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. That’s Mx. NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS to you.

10. According to the stock photo she supplied, she now looks like someone ecstatically leaping on a beach from sheer joy at being awarded a lettuce.

11. You won’t believe this, because we were clearly setting up the answer to the question to be something else, but: she looks pretty much like she did the last time you saw a picture of her, just slightly older.

12. She looks like you did. You see, while you were reading this she stole your face. It was all a cunning distraction. You have her old face now. I hope you like it.

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ONE OF YOU (I think it was Minty…? Idk, I’m so bad at remembering who says what somethings I’m sorry- ^^’) SAID YOU LIKED PORTAL, SO, UM…. THIS HAPPENED. I am very happy that someone else likes Portal too, though! Portal is THE BEST. :D

I honestly didn’t know what to do with Chara’s design here (since I gave Frisk the test subject-outfit-uniform-thing that Chell wears in Portal), so, that’s why it looks the way it does. Also, the background and stuff is garbage because I’m not very good at backgrounds-

Anyways, here’s a fan-art I did! I hope you like it!

I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO ADD THE BLUSH ON CHARA’S LEFT CHEEK OOPS- ^^’

I KNOW THIS QUOTE IS OLD BUT I STILL LIKE IT anyway i hope you had a merry christmas 

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Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a flazeda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

(AN: LAST chapter! We did the angst, hurt, comfort, and fluff. Now - smut! Hope y’all enjoyed the ride)

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I’m grasping onto something that’s hurting me more than it’s helping me.
A boy.
He’s taking me for granted. I’m helping him through these rough times; or at least trying but it’s not working. He’s hurting me on purpose. He’s taking the pieces of me that I give him and hiding them. It’s like a scavenger hunt to try and put myself back together.
Why does it hurt so bad?
Why can’t I stop myself from going back? I love this boy. I love him with so much of me that I’ve lost myself in the process. I don’t know why I can’t stay away from him; maybe it’s because I feel responsible for him.
I feel responsible for him because he makes me feel as though I’m the only one who’s ever been there. But it’s exhausting.
I’ve realized though, that no matter what- to me the stars are in his eyes, and I’ll never get tired of looking at them. There’s love in his heart, and I’ll never get tired of waiting for it.
There’s hope for us and I’ll never get tired of staying for it.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #90 // I love him but he took pieces of me, and I don’t know how I can recover or stay away - @mylifesucksme
Summary of Floral and Fading by Pierce The Veil

I’m having a shitty day so what better way to make it better than by taking it out on my favourite band’s new music video by roasting the shit out of it

Also I can’t believe I even need to clarify this but (and I’m only gonna say this once) THIS WHOLE THING IS A JOKE!! I have nothing against ANYTHING, not the song, not the girlfriend (technically), and especially not the band so y’all need to chill

Anyways, onwards, Aoshima! 

  • That car isn’t even parked properly in a parking space, it’s literally just outside the bowling alley for no reason at all
  • Also, why would you bring your date outside a bowling alley? Couldn’t you have picked a more romantic scenery than a bowling alley?
  • If this were a cinemasins video, I would add ten sins just for that cheesy arm-around-date move
  • Why would you wear a dress/skirt to a bowling alley? And don’t give me any “oh it’s the 70s bullshit” I did research and pants for women were a thing back then so there
  • Also how and why would you wear heals when playing bowling??
  • Tag yourself, I’m that one guy isolated from everyone else playing what looks to be pinball
  • That old man looks and acts so done to be surrounded by teenagers so why of all places did he choose to work at a bowling alley? I mean I did the research, and assuming this is taking place in San Diego, the economy didn’t look half bad, so why did this man have to go work at a place he hates?
  • That’s okay, I never remember who they are either
  • Real question though, do bands actually used to play live music in bowling alleys? 
  • Just gonna quickly address the elephant in the room: their outfits. Okay, carry on.
  • Wow gotta love that totally realistic sounding “live” music, I mean I understand that music videos are basically just mostly mute videos with the original soundtrack slapped onto it but come on, seriously?
  • Is it just me or does this just look fake af
  • You’ve seen simultaneous headbanging, get ready for simultaneous bowling
  • Tony’s the only normal looking one tbh
  • Accurate representation of a Pierce The Veil concert ngl 
  • Did Vic just thrust? Did he just fucking thrust?? Are you actually for real right now? I don’t even know what to say to this
  • Was that a sexual innuendo with that pinball machine or am I just tired
  • Oh so it was actually a pinball machine 
  • That “huh” though
  • I like how they just realised “oh shit there’s a half decent band playing right now we should go look”
  • Was that a wink
  • Okay but what even was the point of the couple sitting in the car?
  • They look so sarcastically happy like honestly same
  • I just realised, Vic actually kinda looks his age in this video holy fuck
  • Also, can I just point out that ptv’s clothes look so old compared to the other teenagers’ clothes I mean granted, they are older than them but still, why do they look like they’ve just been ripped straight out of some cheesy black and white comedy film but with colours for added effect?
  • This isn’t the type of thing I would slow dance to but then again I don’t slow dance so fair enough I guess
  • Them camera angles and cutscenes though
  • I have no words
  • Oh so that was the woman Jaime was referring to in the livestream
  • His face when he realises who threw the bra I’m crafting
  • They censored “stupid motherfucker” I don’t know whether to be happy or outraged about this
  • Finally things are starting to get interesting, I was so bored that I went and made a coffee because I almost fell asleep seeing as nothing interesting was fucking happening, other than Vic thrusting and Jaime’s encounter with his number one fan
  • I like how ptv don’t even care, like I get that mosh pits are normal at concerts and shit but this ain’t a concert, it’s a goddamn bowling alley
  • I’ve never been to a concert before but I thought mosh pits were a little more cooler than this, like my friend punched a couple of guys when he went to a concert but all I see here are people pushing each other around
  • Also idk ‘bout you but this isn’t really the right song to mosh about but you do you
  • Aw for a second there I thought Vic was gonna rip his shirt open and usually I would be happy about this happening but then I remembered the wig
  • “TONY NOOOOO” 
  • Reminds me of “TONY GET OFF THE ROOF” or whatever he said
  • After a solid 2-3 minutes the couple in the car finally do something other than batting their eyelashes at each other and giggling for no fucking reason like you are literally outside a fucking bowling alley, most likely not even in a parking spot and you’re just sitting there looking at each other go re-evaluate your life decisions please
  • Okay but the audience was clearly moshing before, what if they don’t see Tony jump off the stage and not catch him in time? He would just injure everyone as well as himself and then they’d have to make another announcement stating why Tony isn’t gonna be on the Rest In Space tour
  • Fangirls
  • People like these two girls annoy me because like leave the damn band member alone, he’s trying to play his damn instrument you can molest him after the show
  • Did they just fucking rip his sleeves off?
  • Also I just realised this is probably the first time I’ve seen Mike drumming while wearing a shirt, let alone a long sleeved shirt
  • That blue punch looks a little dodgy
  • What even is going on anymore 
  • I guess you can say she just got punched in the face *ba dum tst*
  • I like how the bowling alley just conveniently has the main power thing just behind the fucking shoe counter place I mean fair enough
  • He’s so done 
  • I get why they’re aww-ing but were they actually that invested in hearing the music before though??
  • What was the point of the lighters I mean it’s aesthetically pleasing but why
  • Why did they ring the fire alarm or whatever and why did it red lights go off
  • After the main power source came back, the place should be well-lit again but it isn’t
  • Why is it flashing?
  • “I need a moment like what had those instruments even done to them” - @2thingsfunny
  • Did Jaime just throw a balloon at those drums?

    Edit: never mind it’s a bowling ball but still

  • Red lights magically disappear 
  • I’m willing to bet my own copy of Misadventures that the old guy quit immediately after this music video
  • Credits

Bonus:

  • “I was slightly disappointed there was no prominent visual of the light beam coming through Tony’s dick like advertised though” - @2thingsfunny
Through space and Time (Part one)

There has always been four of you, however when Sam left for Stanford you went with him, leaving Dean and Katie to continue hunting. “Where will you go?” Sam asks you once the two of you are far enough away from the motel.

“London… I want to stay out of this life for as long as possible.” You reply. “I already have my passport and everything.” Sam looks a little surprised but doesn’t say anything about it.

Instead he says: “Promise me that you will look after yourself and please text me when you get there.”

“Of course Sammy.” Before the two of you go your separate ways, your older brother pulls you into a hug and kisses your forehead. As you’re walking you look over your shoulder once watching Sam’s receding form. The song Separate Ways by Journey gets stuck in your head as you head to the airport.
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When you arrive in London and text Sam, you grab a newspaper looking for some place to stay. You find somewhere that is relatively cheap- but there is a slight issue. You don’t have the money to hail a cab and you don’t know London very well so you’re hesitant to go on the tube. For you the best option is walking, despite the fact that it is starting to rain. All you have to protect you from the elements is your second-hand leather jacket. It repels water fine but it isn’t the warmest thing in the world.

By the time you get to 221b Baker street you are drenched head to toe with freezing rain water. You knock on the door, to keep your mind off the cold for a little bit you open up your locket and look at the picture within. The picture is of you and your siblings just goofing around. You look up from your family’s smiling faces when you hear someone ask if they could help you. After a quick explanation, you’re allowed inside.

The landlady introduces herself as Mrs. Hudson. “Nice to meet you Mrs. Hudson, I’m Y/N Winchester.” You answer with a kind smile. Mrs. Hudson then leads you upstairs where two men are lounging around in the front room. The shorter of the two look up from what he is doing and notices how wet your clothes are and how you’re still shivering.

“Here, take this.” He says as he hands you a blanket. “I’m John and that’s Sherlock.” John gestures to the other man sitting across from him.

“Thanks.” You answer as you drape the blanket over your shoulders. “I’m Y/N.”

“How do you feel about the violin?” Sherlock asks, not even bothering to look away from what he is doing.

“I don’t really have a preference. Why do you ask?” You answer. Sherlock gets out of his chair and stalks over to the fireplace before replying.

“I play the violin when I think.”

“Oh…” Your phone starts to ring, you fish it out of your pocket and look at the caller ID- it’s your older sister, Katie. “Hello?” You ask when you pick up.

“Hey. What in the world happened? I’m gone for three weeks and when I come back you and Sam are gone… and neither dad nor Dean will tell me what happened.” Katie says from the other line. You sigh.

“A huge fight broke out between the four of us, which resulted in Sam and I leaving. Sammy went to California…”  You trail off.

“Where did you go?”

“The other side of the world.”

“Do I even want to know how that worked out?” You rub the nape of your neck.

“It’s all sorts of complicated.” Katie lets out an exasperated sigh. She then says that Dean just came back from a supply run and that she’ll call you back. “Talk to you later then sis.”

“Later (Nickname.)” With that your sister hangs up. You sigh and set your phone down on the coffee table. You pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders trying to retain warmth without a lot of luck.

“Aren’t you going to get out of those clothes?” John asks concerned.

“I would if everything else wasn’t wet.” You reply. John grabs a cane, and gets out of the chair. He limps away leaving you in confusion. When he comes back he tosses a change of clothes at you.

“Put those on for now, the toilet is down the hall to left.”

24 hours after you move in with John and Sherlock, John warns you about Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft, and how he would offer you money to spy on Sherlock. “I suggest you say no, no matter how much he offers.” John tells you.

“Who would actually spy on someone for money?” You ask in response. “No matter how tempting it is.”

“Believe it or not, a lot of people do.”

A few hours after talking to John sure enough Mycroft takes you to a remote location and offers you a decent sum of money- enough to get you through a full year of school and then some. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think that I would be a very good informant. I’ve never been able to keep a secret… knowing my luck I might let something slip and then I wouldn’t have any place to stay. I can’t afford anywhere else.” You explain, stretching the truth a bit.
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“Where’d you go?” Sherlock asks when you get back to Baker Street.

“Some out of the way warehouse to talk to your brother.” You answer.

“Did he offer you money to spy on me?”

“Yes. I didn’t take it though.”

“Pity we could’ve split the fee.” You don’t respond. Instead you head to your room and grab your laptop and walk back out and sit down at the table. You open the computer and turn it on, it’s going to take a while to boot. Like everything else you own; your laptop had another owner- and that previous owner (aka Sam) forgot to mention that he used up almost all of the memory.

You groan in annoyance when you get an error message. “Computer problems?” John asks.

“Unfortunately. I don’t know what my brother did to it, nor do I know how to fix it.”

“If you really need to use a computer, I can lend you mine… all I ask is that you don’t go snooping through my files and personal documents.”

“Thank you John. Why would I go through your information?”

“I’m not sure but I was just letting you know.” You lightly laugh. The two of you chat for a little bit, getting to know each other a little better. You find out that he used to be an army doctor.

“Well that explains why you threw a dry change of clothes at me yesterday.” John chuckles in response as a man walks up the stairs. John notices him first however Sherlock is the first one to speak.

“Where?” He asks.

“Brixton, Lauriston Gardens.” The new arrival replies.

“What’s new about this one? You wouldn’t have come to get me if there wasn’t something different.”

“You know how they never leave notes?”

“Yeah.”

“This one did. Will you come?”

“Who’s on forensics?”

“It’s Anderson.” Sherlock grimaces. Apparently your new room mate has a very strong dislike for this Anderson person.

“Anderson won’t work with me.” Sherlock comments.

“Well, he won’t be your assistant.” The other man (whom you’re pretty sure is a cop) counters.

“I need an assistant.” Sherlock puts a heavy emphasis on the word need. A part of you wonders what Sherlock does for a living. On the other hand the other part of you wonders when your computer will finally decide to cooperate with you.

“Will you come?” The cop impatiently asks.

“Not in a police car. I’ll be right behind.” A look of relief speeds across the cop’s face as he mutters his thanks as he takes his leave. Sherlock then jumps with excitement. “Brilliant! Yes! Ah, four serial suicides, and now a note! Oh, it’s Christmas!” You arch an eyebrow not saying a word. Sherlock grabs his coat and his scarf. “Mrs. Hudson, I’ll be late. Might need some food.”

“I’m your landlady dear, not your house keeper.” Mrs. Hudson answers, Sherlock doesn’t seem to hear her because he’s already out the door.

“What was that about?” You inquire slightly puzzled.

“I have no idea.” John answers as he sits down in the arm chair that he has claimed as his. He leans his cane against the chair and picks up a newspaper. Mrs. Hudson tells John that she would make a cup of tea for him, she also tells him to rest his leg. “Damn my leg!” He shouts, startling you and Mrs. Hudson. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. It’s just sometimes this bloody thing…” he then hits his leg with his cane.

“I understand, dear; I’ve got a hip.” John says something about tea and Mrs. Hudson replies with: “Just this once, dear. I’m not your housekeeper.” When the ex-military doctor asks about biscuits Mrs. Hudson almost yells “Not your house keeper!”
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While Sherlock and John are gone you borrow John’s laptop and sign into your Skype account. You notice that both Sam and Katie are online. You then set up a conference video call with them. Katie answers first and a few seconds later Sam joins in. “Hey, it’s my two favorite girls.” Sam jokes. Katie giggles while you just roll your eyes.

“Whatever weirdo.” You reply.

“Look who’s talking.”

“Sammy!” Both you and Katie exclaim at the same time. Sam then throws his head back laughing and clapping his hands. A small smile creeps onto your face.

“How’s the other side of the world sis?” Katie asks.

“So far I like it.” You answer. “I found a place to stay that the rent isn’t too bad.”

“That’s good.” Sam comments.

“Yeah… got some interesting roommates though.” As the words leave your mouth you notice Sherlock coming up the stairs with a pink suitcase in hand, you look at him with a confused look on your face. “Uh, Sherlock why does it look like you went dumpster diving?”

“I was looking for this.” Your roommate answers gesturing to the suitcase in his hand.

“You went dumpster diving for a suitcase?” Sam sounds like he is choking on something. You return your attention to the screen. “You okay there Sam?”

“Water went down the wrong tube.” Your brother answers. Sherlock dramatically flops down on the couch while you’re talking to your brother and sister.

“You know that could break the couch right?” You ask Sherlock not looking away from your screen. Sherlock scoffs.

“Hey Y/N, I have to log off, Dean just got back.” Katie says.

“And I should start heading to class.” Sam adds in. Your heart drops slightly but you put on a fake smile.

“Okay, I guess I’ll talk to you later then.” You, and your siblings close out the chat. You then log out of your Skype then close the window and put John’s laptop back where you found it.
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John seems a little panicked after he finds out he just texted a murderer. Two seconds later John receive a call from a withheld number. “A few hours after his last victim, and now he receives a text that can only be from her. If somebody had just found that phone they’d ignore a text like that, but the murderer…” Sherlock says dramatically shutting the case. “Would panic.”

“Have you talked to the police?” John asks.

“Four people are dead. There isn’t time to talk to the police.”

“So why are you talking to us?” Sherlock looks a child who lost their favorite toy.

“Mrs. Hudson took my skull.”

“So we’re basically filling in for your skull?” Sherlock just shrugs as he puts on his coat he then says that you and John can watch TV or tag along with him.

“You want us to come with you?” You ask mildly surprised.

“I like company when I go out, and I think better when I talk aloud. The skull just attracts attention, so…” Sherlock trails off.

“What the hell I have nothing better to do.” You answer getting out of your chair. John seems hesitant, but he curses when you and Sherlock basically race each other down the stairs. He catches up with the two of you outside. “So where are we going exactly Sherlock?” You ask.

“Northumberland Street’s a five-minute walk from here.” Sherlock explains.

“You think that he is stupid enough to go there?” John asks.

“No – I think he’s brilliant enough. I love the brilliant ones. They’re always so desperate to get caught.” Sherlock counters.

“Do you think he messed up on purpose then?” You ask. Sherlock throws you a slightly impressed look.

“It is a possibility, but then again he might’ve made an amateur mistake.”

“You’ve lost me.” John says. “Why are the brilliant killers so eager to get caught?”

“Appreciation! Applause! At long last the spotlight. That’s the frailty of genius, John: it needs an audience.”

“The the more newspapers about these murders the more audience the killer receives. The more audience the more murders… right Sherlock?” Sherlock once again looks slightly impressed, not many people can keep up with his train of thought.

“Exactly right Y/N.” Sherlock pauses for a second. “This is his hunting ground, right here in the heart of the city. Now that we know his victims were abducted, that changes everything. Because all of his victims disappeared from busy streets, crowded places, but nobody saw them go.” He throws his hands up thinking. “Think! Who do we trust, even though we don’t know them? Who passes unnoticed wherever they go? Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?”

“Don’t know.” John states. “Who?”

“Haven’t the faintest. Hungry?”

“More like starving.” You say throwing your two cents in. Sherlock airily chuckles as he leads you and John to a small Italian place. The waiter clearly knows the consulting detective.

“Thank you Billy.” Sherlock says as he takes off his coat and sits down at a table just as the waiter removes the reserved sign. “Twenty-two Northumberland Street. Keep your eyes on it.” He advises.

“Think the killer is just going to waltz up to the door and ring the doorbell?” You ask. “I don’t think anyone besides my brother, Dean, would be that cocky.” Sherlock only shrugs as the owner walks over to the table with three menus.

“Sherlock.” He says with a smile, Sherlock shakes the owner’s hand. “Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free. On the house, for you and for your friends.”

“Thank you…” you meekly say. “Can I ask why it’s on the house?”

“This man got me off a murder charge.”
“This is Angelo.” Sherlock says, as you and John shake Angelo’s hand. “Three years ago I successfully proved to Lestrade at the time of a particularly vicious triple murder that Angelo was in a completely different part of town, house-breaking.”

“He cleared my name.”

“I cleared it a bit.” Sherlock huffs. Angelo says a few other things before taking his leave. “You may as well eat. We might have a long wait.”

You don’t order a lot, figuring that Sherlock might want to leave at any second. Sherlock stares out the window, watching. “Sherlock how come your brother calls himself your arch-enemy?” You ask breaking the silence between the three of you.

“Yours don’t?” Sherlock asks mildly surprised.

“No.”

“Sounds a bit dull.”

“For you maybe. For me; well let’s just say that over the years my family has made a lot of enemies, because of that I could only trust my family.” You bitterly answer.

“What about friends?” John asks. You stand up and throw him a harsh look.

“Never. Had. One.” You coldly retort as you then leave the restaurant and head back to Baker Street.
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When the cops show up, you meet Lestrade, Anderson and Donovan. You’re not the biggest fan of Anderson nor Donovan, you like Lestrade to a point.

Sherlock storms up the stares and glares at Lestrade. “What are you doing?” He demands.

“Well, I knew you’d find the case. I’m not stupid.” Lestrade retorts.

“You can’t just break into my flat.”

“And you can’t withhold evidence. And I didn’t break into your flat.”

“Well, what do you call this then?” Lestrade puts on an innocent face before answering.

“It’s a drugs bust.” When John sarcastically asks if Sherlock was a junkie, you see the hurt in Sherlock’s face telling you that he was a junkie at some point in his life. Sherlock then tells John to shut up. He then returns his attention to Lestrade.

“I’m not your sniffer dog.” He states.

“No, Anderson‘s my sniffer dog.” Sherlock looks ready to kill someone. He actually singles out Anderson.

“Anderson, what are you doing here on a drugs bust?”

“Oh, I volunteered.” Anderson answers, venom dripping from his voice.

“They all did. They’re not strictly speakingon the drugs squad, but they’re very keen.” Lestrade points out. Donovan then walks out of the kitchen holding a container of eyeballs.

“Are these human eyes?” She asks.

“Put those back!” Sherlock exclaims.

“They were in the microwave!”

“It’s an experiment.” Lestrade tells everyone to keep looking or Sherlock could actually help them. The conversation that is going on between them isn’t really friendly. “I AM CLEAN!” Sherlock practically yellls. He actually shows Lestrade his nicotine patch.

“So let’s work together. We’ve found Rachel.” Lestrade says pulling down his sleeve.

“Who is she?”

“Jennifer Wilson’s only daughter.” That seems to throw Sherlock through a loop. He starts muttering about why would the victim write her daughter’s name.

“Never mind that. We found the case.” Anderson harshly points out. According to someone, the murderer has the case, and we found it in the hands of our favourite psychopath.“

“I’m not a psychopath, Anderson. I’m a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.” Sherlock deadpans. “You need to bring Rachel in. You need to question her. I need to question her.”

“She’s dead.”

“Excellent!!” You and John share a worried look. “How, when and why? Is there a connection? There has to be.”

“Well, I doubt it, since she’s been dead for fourteen years. Technically she was never alive. Rachel was Jennifer Wilson’s stillborn daughter, fourteen years ago.” Sherlock looks all confused and slightly disappointed. He then starts muttering again.

“Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments? Yup – sociopath; I’m seeing it now.” Anderson states. You ball your hand up into a fist he just hit a nerve.

When you were three and a half when your mom just got off the phone with your dad asking him to come and get you; your dad and your siblings were a little slow- you watched in horror as your mom got mauled to death by a hellhound. Her last words to you were- I love you and I’ll think about you always.

“She didn’t think about her daughter. She scratched her name on the floor with her fingernails. She was dying. It took effort. It would have hurt.” Sherlock points out.

“You said that the victims all took the poison themselves, that he makes them take it. Well, maybe he … I don’t know, talks to them? Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow.” John mentions.

“Yeah, but that was ages ago. Why would she still be upset?”

“Sherlock…” You say, your voice shaking slightly. You were still shaken from Anderson’s comment. “When someone loses a person they love, it’s hard. I mean when my mom was killed it took me almost two years for me to cope, I’m still not over it.”

“Yeah… now if you were dying if you’d been murdered: in your very last few seconds what would you say?”

“Please, God, let me live.” John answers.

“I would say the same thing.” You add in.

“Oh, use your imagination!” Sherlock scolds.

“We don’t have to.” Sherlock looks at you and John and sees the pain behind your eyes… he then realises that both of you have been on death’s door step before.

“Yeah, but if you were clever, really clever… Jennifer Wilson running all those lovers: she was clever.” Sherlock says continuing his train of thought. He also starts to pace. “She’s trying to tell us something.” Mrs. Hudson walks up the stairs.

“Isn’t the doorbell working? Your taxi’s here, Sherlock.” She says.

“I didn’t order a taxi. Go away.”

“Oh, dear. They’re making such a mess. What are they looking for?”

“It’s a drugs bust, Mrs Hudson.” John answers. Poor Mrs. Hudson looks panicked.

“But they’re just for my hip. They’re herbal soothers.”

Sherlock suddenly shouts: “Shut up, everybody, shut up! Don’t move, don’t speak, don’t breathe. I’m trying to think. Anderson, face the other way. You’re putting me off.”

“What? My face is?!” Anderson asks in surprise. You hide a smile.

“Everybody quiet and still. Anderson, turn your back.” Lestrade pipes up.

“Oh for God’s sake!”

“Your back, now, please!” Anderson reluctantly turns his back and Sherlock starts talking to himself. Then there was Mrs. Hudson talking causing the consulting detective to yell at her.
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Sherlock disappears somewhere. You roll your eyes. He was worse then your dad when it comes to these things. John convinces you to come with him to find Sherlock. What John doesn’t know is that you have your gun on you (apparently you hid it incredibly well that the airport x-ray machine didn’t find it.) Now unbeknownst to you John also has a gun on him. That is a little awkward when the two of you pull out your guns and shoot at the same time. Each bullet gets dangerously close to the cabbie/killer’s heart.

“When and where did you learn how to shoot?!” John asks as the two of you get out of the building, so the police wouldn’t be too suspicious.

“I’ve been using firearms for a very long time. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

“Ah.” You have to laugh at Sherlock and his strange relationship with a blanket.

“Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me.” You overhear Sherlock tell Lestrade.

“Yeah, it’s for shock.” Lestrade answers.

“I’m not in shock.”

“Yeah, but some of the guys want to take photographs.”

“So, the shooter or shooters. No sign?”

“Cleared off before we got here.” Lestrade starts going on a little bit before he shrugs while saying: “Got nothing to go on.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Okay, give me.” Sherlock lowers his voice so you can’t hear what is being said.

“Actually you know what ignore me.” Sherlock says loud enough you can hear the conversation again.

“Sorry?” Lestrade replies.

“Ignore all of that. It’s just the, er, the shock talking.” Sherlock then starts to walk over to you and John.

“Where’re you going?”

“I just need to talk about the-the rent.”

“But I’ve still got questions!”

“Oh, what now? I’m in shock! Look, I’ve got a blanket!” You start laughing at that comment.

“Sherlock!”

“And I just caught you a serial killer… more or less.” When Sherlock walks over to you and John he says in a very soft voice “Nice shot.”

The three of you start talking and walking away from the crime scene, John notices Mycroft and points him out to Sherlock. That was an interesting conversation to say in the least. When you get back to 221b Baker Street you create a group chat with Sam and Katie.

‘You wouldn’t believe the day I just had.’ You send.

‘What happened (nickname)?’ Sam asks in response.

‘Please tell me that you didn’t get hurt.’ Katie adds in. You lightly chuckle to yourself.

‘I’m not hurt. However I did help Sherlock (one of my roommates) catch a serial killer… might’ve shot said serial killer though.’

'Okay start at the beginning- I want to know the whole story.’

'As do I.’ With that you then start telling your brother and sister about your day.
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Thanks Katie for letting me basically turn you into a character.

Egg on His Face

For JayTim week- Valentines edition, day one: Handcuffs//Crush 

rating: T

length: 2.2K

summary: The man wipes yolk out of his eyes and Tim feels his feet freeze to the grass, fear keeping him in place even though he wants to run so badly. Like Stephanie is doing.

He hears her hiss out a curse and then her feet are slapping the gravel drive at an impressive pace. She’s gone, running away into the night, and Tim’s left standing there holding a carton of eggs. Caught red-handed. Or egg-handed.

(AO3)

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