Trixie and Shelagh have their first proper conversation in a while, and Shelagh realises just how much she has missed her friend.
For the wonderful @beatrix-franklin, whose fabulous essay on Shelagh and Trixie’s friendship motivated me to actually sit down and write this (go read it people!). I’m also gonna tag @swearronchanel, because if anyone loves Shelagh and Trixie’s friendship, its Gabby (and you should 100% go read her hilarious episode commentaries)
It’s the littlest things that make you miss a person; the scent of their perfume, the crisp click of their shoes on the kitchen floor, the wonderful way they always make their tea. But Shelagh hadn’t realised just how much she had missed all of these little things about Trixie until her friend was standing in front her again. Shelagh had had so much going on recently, so much to think about - looking after Angela, Thalidomide, this new baby - that she simply hadn’t had the time to miss things like the sound of Trixie’s tell-tale giggle, but now all of a sudden she was sitting at home with nothing to do but wait for the baby. All of a sudden, Trixie Franklin was knocking at Shelagh’s door, bustling in Shelagh’s kitchen cutting cake and making tea. And all of a sudden, Shelagh realised that she hadn’t truly seen her friend in a good while - she worked with Nurse Franklin at the clinic, sure, but Trixie? She had missed Trixie.
Note: And here’s day 3 of @prettyxlittlexwriter (whom I have to thank for all her help on this one) Sherlock VDay challenge! This time I’m back to my usual Sherlock x Reader with the prompt :
“I guess this makes you my Valentine.” I had quite a lot of fun to write it x) I also have to thanks Kevin, whom does not have a tumblr, for the wonderful plot idea.
If anyone of you wants to read more of these, or try the challenge with us, check for the tag #Sherlock VDay Challenge. There will be every kind of fics, from inserts to ships, both from 2 lists, a general one and a smutty one.
“Sherlock, you’re completely missing the point!”
“Psh, I can’t miss the point of something pointless John!”
The two men were sitting at Speedy’s, eating dinner (well actually, John was eating dinner and Sherlock simply waiting there with him since he wasn’t hungry) and, as usual, arguing about sentiment.
“Pointless?! Valentine’s day is the day we celebrate love all around the world, and unless you live as a hermit, you can’t ignore it.” Argued his friend.
“Yes I can. That’s what I’ve done my whole life and that’s what I’m planning to do for the rest of it.”
“All I’m saying is: it’s not a day you’re supposed to spend alone.”
“Oh John… People are boring, love is a nuisance for a detective like me and the whole purpose of Valentine’s day is to make money. How could you even be expecting me to do something?” his friend scoffed, shaking his head.
John sighed and went back to his dinner, trying to find a way to explain his point to his friend, but failing to find any valid argument. After a few minutes in complete and utterly awkward silence as Sherlock stared at the people in the restaurant, something came to his mind.
Something childish, unlike him, but what appeared to be his only chance to get his friend to see someone the 14th.
“I dare you to ask out the next person to walk in.” he said.
“What.” Sherlock gave him a surprised look.
“I. Dare. You. To. Ask. Out. The. Next. Bloody. Person. To. Walk. In.” repeated the doctor, insisting on each word.
“This is completely stupid why would I-”
“Because it’s a dare, Sherlock, and that’s how dares work.”
Sherlock stared at him, trying to decipher whether his friend was being serious or not. The door opened and entered an oh-so-familiar woman, who walked directly to the counter.
“That’s your cue Sherlock.”
The man turned to his friend and shook his head.
“That makes one more reason to ask her out, you’d rather not go with a random stranger would you?”
The other man groaned loudly and the door opened again, as a huge, stereotypical biker came in.
“Or you could go and ask him out.” Added John, motioning to the robust man.
“Or I could also simply choose to walk out of here instead.”
“Then I would ask both out for you and that, you can be sure will make you look like a coward.”
The detective shot him a death glare with his icy blue eyes and rose up, walking to the counter, where the two customers were waiting. He gulped and looked at the two of them, facing a hard choice. Would he rather be killed by an outraged Y/N or a cat-loving biker? He glanced at the door then to his friend. He didn’t really have a choice now did he… Sighing, he approached the biker, clearing his throat.
“Excuse me sir, please don’t read too much into this, you see my friend here dared me to ask you to be my valentine ” he tried, unsure.
“What?” the imposing man turned to him. “Do I look like a fairy to you?!”
Sherlock swallowed nervously. This was not going to end well.
“No sir, I’m sorry it’s just that my friend-”
“Yeah, your friend thought it would be funny eh? Well it won’t be as much when you’ll be in a hospital bed. I don’t like it when people make fun of me…”
And with that he punched Sherlock right on the face, knocking him on the ground, as the whole restaurant turned to them in shock. John was as white as a ghost, Y/N turned to the two men behind her wide eyed and the cashier let out a small yelp. The biker took Sherlock by the collar and tackled him against the counter, punching him several other times as the detective tried to get out of his grip and some customers to separate them. Kneeing his opponent in the right place, he pushed him away and rose his guard for the next blow, which came faster than he’d thought. The two men fell on the ground, still fighting, rolling over one another as everyone else was trying to stop them. At the tenth blow on his head, Sherlock lost consciousness.
The constant beeping of hospital’s instrument woke him up. He stared at the white ceiling for a moment, trying to recall how exactly he ended up there when Y/N’s voice answered his question.
“Fighting with a biker at Speedy’s? Sherlock, even for you this is a new level of stupid.” Sarcastically stated the woman, sitting on a chair beside him. “John was here about an hour ago. He wanted to apologize to you and cancel his date but I convinced him to do otherwise, you were the one to choose the biker after all.” She paused, “Am I really that of a terrible choice?”
He tried to chuckle a bit but only succeeded in wincing in pain.
“Yeah don’t move, you’ve got a concussion. Usually you shouldn’t have any visitors, but I’ve got my way around hospitals…. Why on Earth did John dare you to do this?”
“I said Valentine’s day was pointless, love a nuisance and people boring when he tried to convince me to spend the evening with someone.”
“And look where it got you now… Stuck in an hospital bed with only me for company.” She joked. “John did found a way to get you a date though…” she added, after a small pause. “Well considering an hospital is far from being the most romantic setting we could have wished for…”
“So I guess this makes you my Valentine then?”
“We could say so.” She chuckled.
He gave her a smile.
“Maybe it’s not as much of a bad thing as it sounds…” she added, “On the other hand, next year, try not to be in hospital this time…”
So I read somewhere that Jared (I think it was) said to wait 30 seconds after the end credits (or something to that effect). Also, I read that there are some old characters or something (I'm not really sure, it was a few days ago since I read it and I've slept since then). I was just wondering what do you think this means?
I seem to remember a lot of these “spoilers” going around actually refers to older finales? Not sure tho - can anyone help?
I believe @ibelieveinthelittletreetopper already covered this on her blog but I’m not sure what tag would be relevant!
Hello there this might be a bit odd but I love to read your tags haha they are always so funny 🤣 I was wondering if you follow any bloggers who talk in the tags a lot as well? Most people I follow are very serious haha
Omg thank you bb! Honestly my tags are just me finding every way possible to scream how much I love my kings 🤒💕I didn’t know anyone was actually reading lmao
Summary: Late one night, Dan stumbles across the blog phanfic and is captivated by the reality tag. He wonders, if these writers had access to a few more choice details about his and Phil’s relationship, just how close to reality could they get? He decides to find out.
Summary: Fifteen-year-old Melanie Ruso didn’t mean any harm; she just wanted Dan and Phil to be happy. That’s why she wrote them eighty-three phanfics. But what happens when, through some magical circumstances, she accidentally forces her idols to live out her fantasies?
You know I always tag Haikyuu spoilers (for the manga, currently, since the anime isn’t airing), but I never know for how long I should tag those spoilers.
I usually tag during the week after the release, but I was wondering: should I tag them after that time? Or should I stop tagging them earlier? Does everyone read the chapter immediately after it is released?
I don’t want to spoil anyone accidentally but I feel weird tagging spoilers if everyone has already read the chapter. I know I have a lot of followers but I don’t think the majority of them actually read my blog, but if you usually read it, I would really appreciate an opinion. Anon is on if you need it.
I really care about my followers and I don’t want to accidentally spoil anyone, so feel free to tell me for how long I should tag spoilers.
okay so i love your blog and i just found it and i'm lowkey obsessed especially with your mythology tag but i was just wondering if you knew of any good books about mythology to start getting into it?
Thank you hon! Tbh I mostly get my info from the internet. The only actual mythology book I’ve read is “Norse Mythology” by Neil Gaiman. Umm the Song of Achilles doesn’t go into the mythology that much but it’s set in ancient Greece and it’s a retelling of the iliad and it’s a+. If you go into my ref tag you might find a post where other people have recommended books. If anyone one else knows any good books hmu and I’ll post them
This may be a weird questions but I know you write some damn good smut fics and I know your requests are closed so I'm not asking you to write me any but was wondering if you could lead me (or know anyone who could) to some good Lin x reader smut fics?
I actually don’t think I’ve ever read a Lin smut fic (I’m as shocked as you are) so I can’t recommend any to you but I’m sure if you look through the fic rec tags of different writers you might be able to find something? And I’m not sure if she’s written any but for smut I always recommend @diggs4life so check out her masterlist to see if she has any Lin smut fics!
Here it is, the promised 100 follower story! Yes, it’s the black and white soulmate AU, where you can only see in black and white until you kiss you soulmate. I know, I know, it’s been done a million times, but I liked the idea.
Genre/AU: Black and white soulmate AU, fluff, a bit of angst but it’s not much. Oneshot.
Summary: Dan is stuck in his boring, black and white world of annoying girls and parents who just don’t understand (it’s not a phase, mom!)… that is, until a new kid appears at school.
Word Count: 2,285 oops I got a little carried away
Warnings: A leeeeetle bit of angst and much stereotype many overdone wow
Other tags: black and white AU, soulmate AU, high school phan
(btw this is written in first person, idk I thought it would fit better. It’s a little different so let me know if you like it or not)
Ever since I was a little kid, I had always been fascinated by the idea of seeing in color. Of course, I had only ever seen in what my parents called “black-and-white”, so I really had no clue what I was missing, but I wanted to see it anyways. It sounded so amusing; strawberries being a different shade than blueberries, and lemons being different from limes, though they all looked the same to me.
I started looking for my soulmate early. Of course, in the beginning I never wanted to really find my soulmate- I just wanted to see the fun color my parents love so much. I would go around kissing everyone on the playground, testing to see if anything changed. Of course, it never did, and all that casual kissing just made everyone think I was a freak.
I stopped going around doing that because I realized how creepy it was sometime in primary school, and I figured that I had gone this long without this mysterious “color” in my life, I could go longer. I could wait.
Today was no different. I walked into high school, bumping shoulders with people because, for some reason, if you ever walked anywhere with a hood up you were instantly invisible. That was ok though; I didn’t mind it. Being invisible was interesting, really; I saw things no one else did. I knew who snuck off during classes to make out in the stairwells. I knew who brought razors with them to school and I would take them from their bags when I passed them in the halls. And being invisible meant I wouldn’t have to deal with Pam.
Pam wasn’t mean; no, Pam was just annoying. She followed me around everywhere, clinging to me and talking in her annoying, high pitched voice and laughing like a goddamn horse. She was completely convinced that I was her soulmate, and she wouldn’t lay off it.
Today she caught me right outside of first period English.
“Daaaaaan!!” She squealed, latching onto my arm the second she saw me. I groaned and shook her off.
“How are you today? I’m doing amazing, thanks. Oh, my gosh, how was your weekend? I went ice skating with my family, it was so much fun, we should go ice skating Friday night, what do you say?” She said breathlessly.
“I hate ice skating.” I said, plunking down in my seat.
Her face fell, then immediately brightened. “Oooh! I know, let’s have a picnic! You love picnics, right? I can make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!”
“I’m allergic to peanut butter.”
“Ok, ham sandwiches?”
She frowned. “Fine, cheese sandwiches?”
“Hey, I think his point is less that he can’t eat that stuff and more that he doesn’t want to eat it with you.” A voice behind her said.
I glanced up to see a tall boy with dark hair smiling down at Pam.
Pam’s mouth fell open. She looked so surprised I couldn’t help but snicker. The boy dropped his book bag into the seat next to mine.
“Hey, I sit there!” Pam said, pointing at gaping indignantly at the seat.
The boy just raised his eyebrows. “Not today.”
Pam scoffed, grabbed her sequined backpack off the floor, and stormed to the other side of the room, throwing her bag into another seat and give a death glare to the girls sitting around her.
I smiled appreciatively at the boy. “Thanks.”
He grinned back. “No problem. Not your type?” I shook my head rapidly and he laughed. “My name’s Phil.” He said, sticking out his hand.
“Dan.” I said, shaking it. “Are you new here? I haven’t seen you around.”
Phil smiled. “Yeah, it’s my first day. Oh, where’s the history classroom? I’ve got that one next but I’ve got no clue where it is.”
“Oh, here, let me see your schedule.” I said, taking the crumpled paper out of his hand. I smoothed it on the table to get a better look at it. “I have history next as well, so I can take you there. Then you’ve got maths, that’s in the other building but I’ve got Photography and the maths room is on the way to that. Looks like we’ve also got French together.”
Phil glanced at the paper, then at me. “Cool, you don’t mind showing me around?”
And as I smiled up at him, I answered honestly; “Not at all.”
After French, we both had lunch, so I brought Phil out to the courtyard with me, where I usually had lunch.
“Wow, this school is just… beautiful.” Phil said, as he looked around the courtyard, and it was true; the area where they were was filled with soft grass, park benches, and flowering trees and bushes. I sneezed and Phil laughed.
“Allergies got you down?” Phil giggles.
I chuckled. “Maybe. But it’s worth it.”
Phil surveyed the courtyard again. “Oh, for sure. Shall we sit? There’s benches everywhere.” He said, pointing to the nearest park bench.
I grimaced a bit. “Well, I don’t like the benches much, actually… Besides, I know a better spot.” I said, smiling a bit.
Phil shrugged. “You know this school better than I do. Lead the way!”
I led Phil through the trees and over a short stone wall into a clearing in a grotto of cherry trees that were mid-bloom. Phil couldn’t help but gape at the gorgeous trees, but I just laughed at his reaction and sat on a bed of the fallen flowers.
“It’s so beautiful…” Phil said, nearly speechless.
Phil smiled. “‘Course it is, otherwise why would we be here? It’s not technically on school grounds, though, so… Shh.” I held a finger to my lips.
“Of course.” Phil plopped down with his cafeteria tray next to me, picking up a blossom and stroking its petals in his hand. “It’s such a shame I don’t have my color yet. I wish I did… My dad once took my mum and I to some woods, and they told me the colors of everything. I think they told me these were something called pink, and the leaves were green… But it all looks the same to me.” Phil said, letting the wind blow away the flower.
I nodded knowingly. “I can’t wait to get my color. There’s a few kids at this school who already have theirs; they’re the lucky ones, I suppose.”
Phil laughed. “And then there’s the ones who are convinced their color is right within their reach, they just need to realize their feelings for each other.”
I put my head in my hands. “Oh, God, don’t get me started on Pam. She’s been convinced since 7th grade that we’re soulmates, and no one can put her off it! But there’s not chance she is, I can’t stand her.”
Phil chuckled, taking a bite of his lunch. “Well, you never know. Sometimes your soulmate is right in front of you, only you don’t realize it yet.”
And when I glanced back over at Phil, something… changed. I suddenly saw a glimpse of something: in Phil’s right eye- there. There was a tiny bit of it, and for just a second, it hadn’t been grey.
I was startled, to say the least. It had to be grey; everything was grey, until you found your color. It was white or black or grey. But for only a second, that tiny piece of Phil’s eye- it hadn’t been any of those.
It was a different color; bright and colorful and shiny and new and fresh and airy. I didn’t know what to think of it.
“Um… Dan?” Phil said, waving his hand in front of my face.
“Huh? Sorry, didn’t catch that.” I said, snapping back into reality.
Phil laughed, his tongue slipping out the side of his mouth. "I asked if the cafeteria food is always this mediocre.”
“Sorry, it is. Today’s a good day for it, actually…” I said, smiling up at Phil.
He shrugged, leaning back on his hands. “Better than my old school.”
I snickered. “Yeah, be glad you didn’t go to our middle school. They had hot dogs there, and they were just awful- there was a running rumor that they were made out of car tires. And when you dropped them, they bounced. Not, like, a little bounce, either; like, two feet in the air.”
“You’re kidding.” He giggled.
“I am not!” I said, lying back with my hands behind my head.
Phil laughed harder, pushing his fringe out of his eyes with one hand. “That’s amazing. I kind of wish we had bouncing hot dogs, it would make lunch much more interesting.” He looked over at me. “Hey, thanks for showing me around today. I really appreciate it, without you I would be totally lost.”
I grinned at him. “No problem.”
I walked Phil home. It wasn’t on the way, but I convinced him it was. I wanted to hang out with him for a bit longer, to be around this boy and get to know him. Besides, I was interested to see if his eyes would change again.
If they did, I didn’t see it. I went home, a bit disgruntled, but still happy. It wasn’t a waste of time if I got to talk to Phil a bit longer. I couldn’t explain what it was about this boy, but he was… different. He was easy to talk to, he shared my weird sense of humor, and he was really nice.
I couldn’t help but smile as I walked back to my house, thinking about the day and the touch of fate that had brought this strange boy into my life.
A week later, and I’m bringing Phil out to the cherry blossom grove for lunch every day. The day after we had eaten there for the first time, I didn’t intend to go back for a bit since my legs were sore and it was a bit of a walk, but Phil pouted until I brought him back, and the smile that lit up his face was worth my aching legs. We had spent quite a lot of time together, actually- the fact that we had nearly every class together didn’t hurt.
“Hey.” Phil poked me with his pencil. “Are you even listening to me?”
I shake my head to clear it. “Sorry, no. What were you saying?”
Phil smiled. “I was saying we should hang out after school, go get ice cream or something?”
“Sounds great!” I smiled, and he grinned back at me before we returned to our schoolwork.
Phil winced as he took another lick of his ice cream. “Note to self- carrot cake is a terrible ice cream flavor. I mean, really, whose idea was this?”
I laughed. “Who knows? Can’t be the same guy that came up with chocolate-vanilla swirl, this stuff is awesome.”
Phil tossed his cone in a garbage bin, then smiled slyly at mine. “If it’s that good, can I have some?”
“No!” I said, pulling my ice cream away from him. “My ice cream.”
“Oh, please? Just a little? Just a taste?” Phil wined, circling around me.
“No!” I giggled.
“Come on, Dan, one bite. One bite, please?”
“Absolutely not.” I laughed.
“Pleeeeeaaaseee?” Phil whimpered, shooting me puppy dog eyes no one could resist.
I sighed and lowered my cone. “Fine. One bite.”
“Yay!” Phil cried, taking a huge bite. “You’re right,” he said as he swallowed, “it really is good.”
“You know, we could go back and get you different ice cream.” I said.
He shrugged. “Yeah, but it tastes so much better when it’s someone else’s.” He grabbed my hand and took another lick.
“Hey!” I said, pulling my cone away from him, but his hand stayed firmly locked on my own.
I looked over at him, a smile playing on my lips, and- there- it happened again.
In his eyes again. There it was again, that… something. It wasn’t grey or black or white. It was that same bright color, that… blue. Soft and piercing at the same time, icy and kind.
I guess I stared a moment too long, because Phil stared back, confused. “Dan? You ok?”
“Oh. Yeah! I’m fine.” I said.
“Are you sure? You looked really shaken there for a second.” Phil said, placing his hand lightly on my shoulder. I glanced down at it.
A tiny patch of his hand was glowing.
Well, not glowing. But it stood out so differently from the rest of his pale grey skin that it might as well have been. This wasn’t the same rich shade I had seen in his hair and his eyes- no, this was lighter and softer-looking. Peach- that’s what my parents had called the color of skin.
Phil shook my shoulder lightly. “Dan?”
I lifted my head and looked straight into his confused eyes, then, in a second, closed the space between us. Noses bumping, lips clashing, eyes shut.
When I pulled away, my whole world had changed in an instant. All I could do was stare.
Trees burst to life before my eyes, leaves becoming hues of gold and yellow and red and green I could only have dreamed of before. Shops had brightly-colored displays and benches that used to be grey were red and yellow.
And Phil; Phil had color brighter than anything I had ever seen.
Black hair so dark it should’ve been impossible, a red shirt, navy jeans, and the most incredible eyes I could even imagine; blue and green and yellow, all whirled together into eyes that looked straight through your soul, into your very being, and yet still were soft and kind and caring.
“Oh, wow.” I breathed. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”
Phil stared at me, baffled. “Isn’t what?“
*EDIT*: I WROTE A SEQUEL. IT’S CALLED FADING TO GREY AND YOU SHOULD READ IT. FIND IT HERE.