yesterday was such a hectic day

•190816• 61/100 days of productivity

this week has been sO HECTIC. bio, ss and geog + math two days in a row???? that’s illegal. but on the flip side, i’m rather satisfied with my chinese o level results!! ⁽͑˙ˆ˙̫ˆ˙⁾̉ congrats to all who received their results yesterday,,, no matter what you got, you did your best + there’s a second chance!!✨

Mo Leannan

Chibs x Reader where Chibs stands the reader up on their one year anniversary.

A/N - Mo leannan means my love/my sweetheart in Scottish Gaelic x

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You curse under your breath, promising to what ever God is out there, that if the moron outside doesn’t stop pissing you off, you’re not going to be responsible for your actions.

A further two minutes, and the banging continues. Slamming your book shut, you make a loud noise of agitation, stomping your way over to your bedroom window and throwing it open. “Stop throwing rocks at my house, you twat!”

“I will once you let me explain!” Chibs retorts, a small stone being tossed from one hand to the other. His ass is plonked comfortably on his Harley, his sunglasses over his eyes as he looks up at you, a slight smirk on his lips at your rage.

“Come back when Hell freezes over!” you shout, slamming your window shut forcefully, the vibration rumbling through your house. You close your eyes, breathing deeply as you try to calm yourself, your body shaking with anger.

“Fucking Scottish prick.” you mumble, another small boulder bouncing on the brickwork of your place. You knew he wouldn’t give up, that you’d eventually have to go down and talk to him before he started howling Gaelic love songs, but you’d be dammed if you didn’t leave him stewing for as long as you could manage.

You see, last night was yours and Chibs’ one year anniversary of being together. You hadn’t wanted to make a big deal, knowing that things with the club were hectic. However, your idiotic yet totally romantic boyfriend had told you he was taking you to your favourite restaurant in town, so who were you to deny him?

Wanting to look and feel your absolute best, you’d spent most of the day yesterday prepping and getting ready. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup as flawless as could be, the red lace dress you’d brought especially for the occasion adorning your figure. If only it hadn’t gone to waste.

You’d sat in your house, waiting ever so patiently, from seven pm to eleven pm, just waiting. Nothing. No phone call, no text. Nada.

By the time you’d took all your makeup off - well, mainly cried it off - it was around one in the morning, your phone bleeping loudly just as you’d curled up into your sheets.

Only, it wasn’t your apologetic boyfriend on the phone. No, no, no. It was your highly intoxicated boyfriend, who’d rang you to tell you he was going to stop at the clubhouse, the celebrations from locking down a difficult deal interfering with his inability to drive.

After you cussed him out and told him what a complete asshole he was, you’d ended the call and somehow fell asleep, waking up this morning to thirty seven missed calls, twenty eight messages and a heavy banging on your front door.

Pulling yourself back to the present, you decide to try and distract yourself, grabbing the basket of dirty clothes from your room and trudging down the stairs.

You almost jump out of your skin when you see Chibs leaning up against your washing machine. “How many times have I told you to lock the back door, love? You never know who might get in.”

“Thanks for the lecture. Now if you don’t mind, piss off.” You move around the kitchen, completely ignoring his presence, which is easier said than done when you can feel his eyes watching your every move.

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Chibs says softly, like he knows how easily you break when he sounds so down. “I’m an idiot, I know I am-”

“You can cut the whole ‘feeling sorry for yourself’ thing, because it’s not gonna work.” He sighs deeply from behind you as you aggressively scrub your cutlery clean, your eyes threatening to cloud over out of anger and frustration.

You throw the scrubbing brush into the bowl of soapy water, turning to face the man you wish you could dislike, your fingers gripping the wooden edge of the counter. “I sat here for hours, Filip. I was so excited to spend some proper time with you, and I just waited and waited-”

You place your head in your hands as your eyelashes dampen with tears, heavy breaths leaving your mouth as you try to control your emotions. A shuffle of feet sounds in the room before you feel calloused hands on your elbows, gripping gently, attempting to move your hands away from your face.

“M'so sorry, mo leannan.“ he whispers, his expression full of guilt as you let him pull your arms down, silent teardrops slipping down your cheeks. He wipes them away carefully, his hands cradling your face. “I fucked up, but I promise I’ll spend eternity making it up to you.“

You sniffle, looking down at the floor and refusing to meet his eyes. “It feels like I never see you anymore. I don’t want to lose you.”

He shushes you quietly, as his arms wrap around you and pull you into his warmth, you letting him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “You’re not gonna lose me, lass, I’ll never let you go.”

You don’t respond, instead choosing to snuggle in further to his chest as he rocks you slightly, eventually calming you down. “How about you go run a bath? I’ll be up with a cuppa in a few.”

“Get me something stronger, please.” you ask, pulling back and resting your hands on your boyfriends chest. You smile shyly, placing a soft kiss upon Chibs’ lips. “You gonna join me? The bath is big enough for two.”

“Aye, princess. Bit of wine and a cuddle sounds perfect to me.”

A/N - Hey guys! Hope you liked this, I wrote about half of it a while back and finished it a day or so ago :) not sure whether I’m going to post a dean winchester imagine or a happy lowman one next, I’ll see how it goes :) thanks for your support!!! Xxx

Run Away Baby Ch. 1 (Steve Rogers x reader)

Hey darlings! I hope your day is going well. It’s Monday, and well, I’m having trouble getting through it. I have so much stuff that I need to get down, so please forgive me if I don’t keep up with the fic schedule I posted yesterday. I will get back on track with it when all my work calms down. It’s extremely hectic with AP tests coming up.. I’m going to try my best though. Enjoy the first official chapter of “Run Away Baby” and I love you all. xoxo

Description: Pregnant with Steve Rogers’ child, your husband, you’re a happily married couple. He moved you to the countryside, trying to keep you away from as much harm as possible. Isolated, and by yourself most of the time, you always worried about him when he went away. But, marriage couldn’t have been better for the two of you for the three years since you had taken his last name. But, one night, when Steve’s out on a mission, you get a call from Nick Fury telling you to get as far away from your house as possible.

Warnings: Cursing



The sound of your phone vibrating against the coffee table brought you from your sleep. You groaned, blindly reaching for it. Your fingertips were met with the smooth glass, and you tilted the screen towards you to see who was calling. Your vision was a little blurry; you were still groggy, but the name on your phone was as clear as day. It was Nick Fury. 

“Shit.” You sat up as quickly as you could despite the extra weight on your belly. You knew it must be urgent because there were over ten missed calls from him. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach. What if something happened to Steve? You redialed his number, pressing the phone to your ear. It seemed like the dial tone went on forever, but he finally picked up. “Nick, what happening?” 

“F/N, get yourself out of that house. Drive, and drive as far away as possible. You need to leave. Now.” His voice was instructive and stern. 

“Wait, why? Tell me what’s going on!” You were starting to panic, and your breaths were becoming more labored. “Don’t tell me something happened to Steve…” The sudden realization of what might have occurred seemed to stop your heart as tears came to your eyes. 

“F/N, I need you to listen to me. You need to gather up your things and get the hell out of there.” He paused, trying to find a way to break the news to you. “Steve… he’s not the man you think he is. He’s with H.Y.D.R.A.” A dead silence came through the line, neither of you saying anything. 

“What?” You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

“Get out of your house, get in your car, and go to the address that I just sent you. It’s a safe house in New Jersey that not even the team knows about. Steve is a double agent, and you need to leave before he hurts you. Do you understand?” He was trying to be as gentle as he could, given the circumstances. You were completely quiet on the other line. “F/N, I need you to do this. Please. I don’t want you or the baby getting hurt. Just listen to me and I’ll explain when you get there.” 

“O-okay..” You were choking on sobs. This didn’t feel real, but it was. 

“You need to move quick, he’s already on his way to you. Call me when you get in the car.” He hung up the line, and you took a moment to realize what just happened. It all seemed to hit you at once, and you frantically got up, grabbing the few essentials that were needed for you and the baby. Not only were your hot tears obstructing your vision, but your child wasn’t cooperating and seemed to kick every five seconds. 

“Come on, kid. You need to work with me here.” You sighed, looking down at your belly. Your keys were sitting on the table, and you swiped them off the counter, and grabbed your bag off the floor. You decided you might as well keep the lights on, trying to make him think you were still at home. You swung open the front door, and closed it behind you. Your hands were shaking as you fumbled with putting the key into the lock. As you heard the click of the lock, you heard footsteps coming up your porch steps. 

“And where might you be going?” The more than familiar voice sent chills down your spine. You felt him staring daggers into your back as you turned to face him. 

“Stay the fuck away from me.” Your words seethed through your teeth as your tears began to sting your eyes. Steve no longer looked like the happy man you thought you knew. He had an evil smirk on his face as he leaned against the railing, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit. It wasn’t his dashing Captain America uniform you had grown to love. It was black with the H.Y.D.R.A. symbol across his chest instead of his silver star. “You’re not the man I married..” You took a step away from him, you back pressing up against the door. 

“You’re right, I’m not. I never was because that was all just one, big, fucking act to smuggle myself into S.H.I.E.L.D. You were just there to ensure it, along with the child.” He looked you up and down, giving you a disgusted look. 

“That was what I was? Just to fortify your alibi?” You face was hot and red. “I didn’t mean anything to you?” You furrowed your eyebrows together, looking up at him in confused hatred. 

“I was never in love with you.” He took his weight off of the railing and began to walk towards you. “You didn’t mean a thing to me, and the baby sure as hell doesn’t either.” He shook his head, the loving looks he used to give you were now a distant memory, and the only thing you saw in his eyes were pure evil. 

“No!” You tried to run away, but you were heavily pregnant; you were seven months along. He grabbed your wrist roughly, bringing you to your knees. You sobbed, the pain coursing up your arm. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” He looked down at you, his face expressionless. 

“You don’t have to do this, Steve. Please.” Your eyes searched for at least a piece of the man you used to know, but there was nothing left. 

“Honey, you’re just collateral damage.”

Ahhhh, I hoped you liked it! I’ll try and have the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” or a one shot tonight for you guys! I have a request in my arsenal that I haven’t been able to get to, but I really want to write it. Have a wonderful rest of your day! xoxo



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“Shit shit shit bastard fuck.”

I’d woken early, which wasn’t something my body often allowed me to do, but that day I did it with no qualms at all.
It had taken me around ten minutes of routing through cupboards to find some bandages, quickly wrapping my wrist up. I’d never seen my own skin in such a bad state. The purple was so dark it was almost black, patterned by red droplets of blood that had crept their way to the surface, and yellow bruises that were so bright they were almost luminous. Beneath all of that, was a burnt red colour that almost seemed to highlight the rest of the new colours upon my arm.
So I’d wrapped it up, ignoring the pain and just covering it.

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Everything Backwards (Chapter 2/12)

Summary: When you make-out with a ‘James’ on a night out, you don’t expect to see him again, so imagine your surprise the next day when it turns out he’ll be your new sort-off-flat-mate. As Nanny for Peggy & Steve’s three children, you’ve lucked out, but now the guy across the corridor is threatening to ruin it all. This is the story of how it works out.

Chapter 2 summary: Day two of living with Bucky isn’t any better…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (gender neutral) Slow burn.

Word count: 1318

Warnings: Swearing, and Bucky’s still a bit of a dick. Actually, he’s worse here… sorry!

Catch up: Chapter 1

Everything Backwards Masterlist | Masterlist.

Monday morning is obviously hectic at the Carter-Rogers’ home, and as this is only the second one you’ve dealt with, you are understandably stressed. After your unpleasant reunion with Bucky yesterday, you’d spent the rest of the day in your room, skipping dinner and getting an early night. Which means you’re now well rested but very fearful of bumping into your new house mate. 

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I am participating this event hosted by @mysticmessimagines

I am sorry for the late update because yesterday was my sister’s birthday lol so things kinda hectic… phew finally made it~

It’s based on zen’s valentine after end, take place in rika’s apartment lol drawing interior is my weakness sorry u.u and it kinda rushed sorry again…

Happy Valentines Day~

Yoosung | Saeran | Saeyoung | Zen Jaehee | Jumin

Settle in kids. Old ladies are fun customers.

I work at the cash register at an electrical store where we sell Tvs, phones, small items such as vacuums and kettles, fridges, washers, etc… each item belongs to a department.

Well, we’ve been a bit short staffed lately cause the new manager believes that 2 people in each department, including front desk is enough (shocker: it’s not, most days get really hectic) so customers get angry when they don’t get served cause they have to wait. People have left angry saying things like “you guys just lost a sale” “we’re never shopping here again” “can’t you just help me yourself, you work here” yeah I work here but I don’t know every single product in the damn store and I’m at the front desk, it’s not my department.

So yesterday, during lunch time, when customers were everywhere, every sales person on the floor was serving, this “lovely” old lady came up to the front desk complaining that she’s been here for a “long” time (she hasn’t, it was just a couple minutes) that she could only see one person on the floor, that we don’t have the staff we used to have and just basically getting on my nerves as she was complaining to me about things I could not freaking control, things that are literally out of my hands.

I was getting a bit agitated myself (haven’t gone to lunch yet, it was a long day and it was just me and another girl at the front) so I started telling her in the nicest way with the fakest smile “We are short staffed at the moment, It Is Lunchtime so most of the sales people might be on Lunch, As You Can See There ARE A LOT Of Customers Around Already. Someone Will Help You Shortly” thankfully a sales person came down then and took her away and my manager came in and told me to go on lunch. I was so close to telling that lady “well if you don’t get served here maybe you’ll have better luck taking that wonderful attitude of yours somewhere else, you old hag”

Customers don’t understand that we don’t have a lot of staff and get angry when everybody is already serving a customer, like mate, you aren’t the only person who shops here, I can’t just tell someone who’s already with a customer to just drop what they’re doing and help you. If you’re not happy then just complain to management, I’ll write down the email address for you.

Welp, that’s my story, retail is Fun!

Hush (Part Two)

Barba x Reader
Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven

You sit up on the bed abruptly, startled by the loud vibration coming from the wall behind you. You rub your eyes trying to get used to the noise combined with the sunlight slipping through the curtains.

The vibrations were so fierce that it made your watch move across the bedside table. When the drilling stopped, you hoped that meant that they were finally done. The clamorous sounds were replaced by the harmonious chirping of robins on the other side of the window.

A sound you very much preferred.

You pull the soft sheets to cover your body, suddenly mindful of the quaint chilly air. You slowly slide back down on the bed, eager to rid your thoughts of the interruptions to your sleep.

The moment your head touched the pillow, however, the drilling noise had returned, seemingly louder than before. You lifted the blanket so that it covered your head, and groaned in irritation.

“They’ve been at it for two days.”

You lowered the blanket just enough to peek at the person next to you. Rafael’s eyelids remained closed, making you wonder how long he had actually been awake. He craned his neck slightly, and interlaced his fingers before placing them on his abdomen. You smiled at the small shimmy movement he made to try and make himself more comfortable.

Clearly you weren’t the only one in denial about not being able to sleep a bit longer. Not that it surprised you. You were almost sure even Rafael could not remember the last time he actually slept in.

Rest would be good for him, you thought, as you took mental note of the dark circles under his eyes and his hollow cheeks. You survey the stubble that decorated his jaw, a pleasant combination of dark and gray hairs that grazed your skin when you kept your bodies wrapped against one another.

You move closer to him to place a chaste kiss on his bare shoulder. A part of you still questioned this reality; lying here by his side, waking up to the sounds of construction work together. You wondered if you were being too bold, and if you were jinxing it if you admitted that this was beginning to feel like a perfect morning?

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Free Starbucks

I had a gift card for Starbucks so a friend and I went to use it the other day. It was a Saturday in the middle of the afternoon at a popular location so it was pretty crazy, I guess the guy was overwhelmed with orders because people who ordered after us had gotten theirs and we hadnt. I went and said we’d been wait 10 mins for our drinks and he apologized, asked what we got and he whipped em up for us real fast, no questions asked.

I went back yesterday during another hectic rush, stood around for a bit and just went up to the girl and said I’ve been waiting for my order for a while, and she made what I said I ordered without asking questions so I got 2 free drinks!
Gonna use this one a lot so I thought I’d share!

anonymous asked:

I can't believe svtfoe wasn't trending topic on Monday, I mean, it was really VBD, and other shows I like get to be trending for less.

It was, at times, and yesterday as well, but things change fast, in the hectic world of Internet

Still, not bad, the day after the Oscars!

why can’t they ever treat my baby with KINDNESS cheezus writers so here’s some pain, potential spoilers for season 3 if you haven’t seen the nycc2017 stuff yet

It’s almost 3am by the time Alec gets home.

He’s been trying to make it back earlier so that he and Magnus can have dinner and go to bed together, but today – yesterday – was hectic. Paperwork piled up, new recruits came in, and Alec was just non-stop all day. He knows Magnus was as well, meeting with clients and a warlock from Spain, which is probably why the other man didn’t make a huge fuss about it. He still felt bad, though, and was going to find a way to make it up to him. But he was home now, and was looking forward to sleep and cuddles.

He fully expected Magnus to be in bed already, but all the lights are still on. Noise floods through the loft, and it’s not music. It’s the sounds of fists hitting a punching bag, grunts of exertion, and Alec is confused. Getting out his frustrations at ungodly hours of the night is his thing, not Magnus’. In fact, the only reason they have a punching bag is because of him. It’s freaking him out a bit, actually.

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anonymous asked:

Hello just wanted to say you're awesome and maybe kid sherlock being Greg's son and he's trying to get his teacher (the reader) to go on a date with his dad by being too quiet as he deduced that his dad has a crush on his teacher.

Ahhhhh sorry this took ages! I had it set up in my queue and when I updated my app it deleted so had to write it all again! (But I like the way this one turned out because it’s better!) 😅 Enjoy!


“What’s this?” Greg asked as Sherlock handed him over a slip of paper as the two settled down for dinner.

“It’s a day my teacher has planned,” Sherlock replied and picked up a forkful of mashed potatoes “You have to come with me to school and talk about what you do!” The young boy replied with a mouthful of food.

Greg sent him a glance as if he was silently saying ‘Don’t eat with your mouth full’ before returning his attention to the piece of paper that had a date and a time and the name ‘Miss Y/L/N’ at the bottom. “And parents night is the next day, yes?”

“Yup!” Sherlock spoke without taking his eyes off his plate. Greg smiled and placed down the slip of paper before having dinner with Sherlock.

“Please don’t embarrass me…” Sherlock uttered under his breath as he led Greg to his classroom. Greg playfully rolled his eyes and lightly nudged Sherlock “This door on your left, dad.”

Greg followed Sherlock in and was almost floored at the sight he saw before him.

“Morning Sherlock!” You chirped and walked over to him and crouched down to his level before looking up to the man standing next to him “Who’s this?” You smiled and nervously gulped.

“This is my dad,” Sherlock glanced up “He’s a detective inspector.”

“Really?” You enthusiastically replied while standing up “Well it’s very nice to meet you!” You stuck your hand out and Greg seized the opportunity to shake it.

“I’m Greg,” he frantically shook your hand.

“I’m Miss Y/L/N,” you smiled and glanced down at your hand in his. He was still shaking it “Or Y/N, less formal ,” you whispered with a playful smirk.

You both stood in silence for a moment before Greg cleared his throat and eventually let go of your hand. “Well Greg, Sherlock has a seat next to his desk reserved especially for you. We’re going to cover a bit of history before introducing all the parents.”

“S-sure!” He nervously stuttered out and you sent him a nod before turning on your heel. Greg watched as your dress lightly swayed, gently grazing your knees.

Sherlock let out a small huff and dragged Greg to his seat. Greg watched as you taught in the class. He was in awe. It amazed him how much time you spent with each child and how much you encouraged them, even if their answer was wrong. Greg’s heart swelled, especially seeing you getting along so well with Sherlock. Greg had no idea he could talk so much and recite so much information.

“Correct again Sherlock!” You smiled and walked over to his desk, placing a gold star sticker on his jumper. You leaned across and pressed one to Greg’s shirt “Can’t leave you out…” Greg blushed at your teasing tone.

“Okay class!” You clapped your hands together to get everyone’s attention “We’ve got lots of new faces today don’t we? Why don’t we get to know them all?”

Some of the pupils cheered causing you to giggle “Alright, settle down! Why don’t we start with you John?” You motioned for the blonde haired boy to stand at the front with his mum. You sat back at your desk and watched John introduce his mum and what she did. Your eyes would often wander to Greg. You were surprised the first few times seeing him looking at you.

A few students later Sherlock was next. You lightly clapped as Sherlock brought Greg to the front. You sat back in your chair with a smile that kept growing, especially when Greg started talking “Erm hello! I’m Sherlock’s dad, Greg. I’m a detective inspector at Scotland Yard.”

Greg saw a hand shooting up and glanced over to you, not sure what to do. You sent him a nod and a smile of encouragement to answer the question “Yes?”

“Do you have a gun?” A young girl asked and Greg went wide eyed.


“Yeah!” Another shouted out “Have you ever arrested someone?”

“Have you ever killed someone?”

“Have you ever seen a dead body?”

Greg was becoming overwhelmed with questions “Alright class!” You stood up “Settle down!” You firmly told them before turning to Greg “Why don’t you tell them why you wanted to be a detective inspector?” You smiled, trying to ease his nerves.

“Yeah, course. Thank you,” he sincerely smiled before talking to the class once more.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow!” You stood by the door of your classroom as all the pupils walked out with the person they had brought in. You noticed two faces weren’t in the line.

Everyone had left but there were still two people left in your class. You smiled to yourself seeing Greg on one knee tying Sherlock’s shoe. You grabbed Sherlock’s jacket from the peg by the door that was under a name tag he had made with a doodle of a looking glass on it. You walked over to the pair and handed Sherlock his jacket “Well done today Sherlock and thank you for coming in today Greg.”

Sherlock looked up to the both of you with a raised brow as he put on his jacket. He saw something, even if the two adults beside him didn’t. “Do you want to be a detective inspector too Sherlock?”

“No,” Sherlock simply replied “I want to be a consulting detective.”

“Ohh!” You cooed “Sounds fancy. You’ll have to tell me what the difference is someday.” You walked the two of them to the door and leaned against the frame “Have a good night.”

“Thanks for today, you’re a great teacher!” Greg praised and you bashfully looked to the floor while blushing “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You furrowed a confused brow before realisation hit you “Oh parents night! Of course, I’m looking forward to it…” you trailed off and went wide eyed “I…I mean…” you stuttered out.

“It’s alright!” Greg assured “I understand, see you tomorrow Miss Y/L/N.”

“Please,” you smiled “Call me Y/N.”

Greg had managed to get Mrs Hudson to babysit Sherlock while he went to parents evening. He rushed to the classroom after coming from a hectic day at work.

You were looking over paperwork and glanced over to the door when you heard knocking “Greg! Come in!” You waved your hand and he walked into the class “Please take a seat.”

Greg sat down across from you and nervously fiddled with his thumbs “Sherlock is such a great student. He’s so bright and talented. He’s a pleasure to teach!”

“Really?” Greg let out a small sigh of relief.

“Yeah! Well you saw first hand for yourself yesterday and before you ask, he really does talk that much if not more!” You lightly laughed and Greg laughed along with you. Your laugh was like music to his ears. “But I have no concerns, he’s a pleasure to teach and very intelligent.”

“Thank you, I was worried about him settling into a class environment. You see it’s always been us so I was concerned letting him interact with a large group of people.”

“Well he’s taken to it like a duck to water!” You grinned.

It stayed silent for a moment and you were certain Greg was going to say something if a knock at the door didn’t disturb him. You glanced up to the door “Ah Mr and Mrs Hooper! I was just finishing up here.” You stood up and shook Greg’s hand again, wanting to feel his skin crash against yours “Nice to see you again Greg. If you have any concerns please don’t hesitate to contact me.”

He bowed his head and sent you a thin lipped smile before leaving your classroom. It played on your mind all that night what he was going to say.

When Greg returned home Sherlock noticed something different. He couldn’t stop smiling. Sherlock knew you were the cause of it and he was surprisingly happy and okay with it. He loved having you as a teacher and he thought you were the best at what you did and how you taught. In Sherlock’s eyes it was no surprise that Greg had a smile on his face because of his teacher.

Sherlock thought Greg deserved to have that smile all the time.

So he devised a plan.

“Sherlock?” You called his name once again, sounding sightly exasperated “What do you think?”

The young boy shrugged and stayed silent. It was very uncharacteristic of him, so much so that you were becoming more and more concerned as it went on throughout the day.

After school was finished you noticed that Sherlock was still sitting in his seat “Sherlock? Is your dad picking you up today?”

He sent you a silent nod and you blinked. This wasn’t like Sherlock at all.

You opened your mouth to speak but as soon as you noticed a figure by the door all words had vanished from your throat.

“There you are! Come on, you’ve got swimming in an hour.” Greg stepped into the class but you stopped him in his tracks by placing a hand on his arm. He looked at it with widening eyes.

“He hasn’t said a word all day,” you whispered.

“What?” Greg asked in the same hushed tones “What do you mean?”

You shrugged and looked over to Sherlock who was reading “He hasn’t spoken all day I don’t know what’s wrong.”

You both turned to look at Sherlock and them slowly approached him “Sherlock?” Greg spoke up “Have you answered any questions today?” Sherlock looked up and shook his head to say no. “Have you spoken at all today?” Sherlock replied the same way as before.

Both you and Greg let out a loud sigh, one that made Sherlock roll his eyes and finally talk “I haven’t said anything because if I don’t perhaps you two might.” You and Greg looked at Sherlock in shock with gaping mouths “Miss Y/L/N my dad fancies you-”

“Sherlock!” Greg cut him off but Sherlock kept talking.

“And Miss Y/L/N you fancy my dad so can’t you both just say that already and get on with it?” Sherlock huffed out. Both you and Greg couldn’t string a sentence together and instead could only utter out constant ‘I’s’. Sherlock grabbed the car keys from Greg’s hand “I’ll get you there, dad.”

When Sherlock left you turned to Greg “I don’t know where he got that from!” Greg held his hands up and felt like he was about to die from embarrassment.

“He’s not wrong,” you blurted and cleared your throat “He never is…” you sent Greg a soft smile.

“You’re right,” he smiled and bit down on his lip “Just like he is…”

You both let it nervous laughs and glanced to the floor, hoping it had the answer to ease nerves. “Do you want to go out at the weekend? Maybe go to the cinema? Get a coffee? Get a drink?” Greg tossed some suggestions at you.

You nodded with a wide smile “I’d love that, let me just give you my number and we can arrange something.” You walked over to your desk and grabbed a slip of paper quickly scribbling your number.

You handed it to Greg and he walked out your classroom with a huge smile on his face. It faded slightly as his eyebrows crinkled together whilst walking to the car. He noticed the piece of paper shining in the sunlight. It confused him until he saw what was on it and let out a laugh, glancing up he saw you by the window shooting a wink his way before returning to your desk. Greg looked back at the paper and smirked at what was on it.

A gold star.


School is finished! I’m leaving for England in a few days so everything is really hectic while we try and organise our trip, but I’m so excited to see my grandparents again!!! Also my friends are coming for a week so that’s going to be pretty fun too!
On another note, I saw Wonder Woman yesterday which was amazing!

Penny For a Cup- Part 8

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Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Sam, Reader, Alisha, mention of reader’s brother Noah
Warnings: fluff, light swearing, businessman!Sam, barista!reader, coffee shop AU, a little angst
Summary: The reader owns a little coffee shop in New York city called, The Manhattan Mocha, and Sam Winchester is a frequent costumer of hers. She’s always had a slight crush on the sharp business man who comes in for coffee everyday, and has even memorized his order: black coffee, double shot of expresso- intriguing and mysterious just as he is.
A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’m writing a bunch so more parts of some of my other series will be up as well:) Thanks for sticking by me, guys<3 
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The rest of your date with Sam was spent bouncing from ride to ride and in a constant state of laughter. The day wound to a close when the two of you rode the ferris wheel. Sitting crammed together in the tiny cart, you and him went around and around until you stopped at the very top, and the view was breathtaking. 

From where you were positioned, you could see the entire fair and a lot of the park beyond as well. Being as it was later in the day, there were fewer dots of people decorating the ground, but what really caught your eye was the skyline. Being as you’d grown up in a small, rural town, New York City’s skyline never ceased to amaze you, but something about that specific view was special.

The sun had started to set just as the two of you reached the top, and rays of purple, orange and pink painted the fair below and the buildings in the distance as well. A few seconds after you’d gotten to the highest point, he’d kissed you. It wasn’t unexpected, and it didn’t take you by surprise, but something was different about it. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was until the two of you pulled apart, and you realized it was like the first time all over again.

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ML Fluff Month: August 5th

making up for no update yesterday; haha this is super fluff but super short
btw for me cheesecake equals them as kwamis, and plikki equals them as humans

Title: Firsts

Ship: Tikki + Plagg / Cheesecake

Words: 422

Day 1 / Day 4 / Day 6-7


The Yin Yang pair of kwamis was pouting. Their chosens had just left to go on a date without their kwamis for the first time. A month after Hawkmoth’s defeat, the duo finally came to the realization that Hawkmoth was finally gone.

They started to enjoy their lives. They’ve been recently engaged, with an opal cat ring, and a ruby ladybug ring as their rings of promise.

As hectic as the past few days have been, Marinette and Adrien rushed out of the house they bought, forgetting to leave cheese and cookies for the kwamis.

“Where’s my camembert? What am I supposed to eat now?” Plagg whined.

“What about my cookies? They’re way better than that smelly cheese!” Tikki said.

Maybe we should check the house, there’s bound to be something around,” Plagg suggested.

Tikki nodded, took Plagg’s hand and zipped over to the fridge. “You wanna check the fridge while I check the freezer?”

Tikki phased through the freezer while Plagg phased through the fridge. Tikki rummaged through all the frozen items, searching for something good. She only found partly eaten containers of ice cream, frosted packets of meat, and pre-made pancakes.

Plagg, on the other hand, must have absorbed some of Tikki’s good luck, because he managed to find some with cheese in the name!

“Tikki! I found something called cheesecake!” Plagg exclaimed.

Tikki bolted out of the cold electronic box and zoomed right over to where Plagg was.

“Cheese and cake? Wow, isn’t it our lucky day?” Tikki giggled.

They heaved the box on the floor and managed to float it up to the nearest counter.

Tikki lifted up the lid and tilted her head. “Seems more cheese than cake to me…”

“Well, that’s why cheese is first!” Plagg smiled. He looked over at his other half and saw her forlorn expression, then changed his tone. “I mean, um, if you don’t want it we could always look for something else.” Plagg shot a smaller smile.

“It’s okay. We at least have to try it.” Tikki grabbed a spoon for herself and handed another one to Plagg. “Eat at the same time?” She questioned.

Plagg nodded. “3…”



They both took a bite at the same time, and it was like tasting heaven.

“This is…” Plagg started.

“Delicious!” Tikki finished.

“How could we have not eaten this before?”

“I have no idea, but it’s what we’ll be eating now!”

Let’s just say, Marinette and Adrien came back last time with a lot less cheesecake than they had before.

Night People

Summary: Dan is put on the night shift at McDonalds with the new kid.

Word count: 3.3K

[A/N] This is rated M for Mature. Read at your own risk.

Dan came into work at a quarter to ten that evening. It was bound to be a long night, so he had downed four cups of coffee in a span of 70 minutes before coming. Maybe four had been a bit much, but least he felt like he could dance the tango for two hours straight rather than like he was ready to die dramatically in the gross kitchen of the McDonalds he worked at.

The evening shifters were just cleaning up their things when he walked past the counter and into the breakroom. At the table in the corner was a boy he had not seen before. His manager was stood on the other side of the room, squinting at the roster on the corkboard. He turned around when he heard the door open and gave Dan a nod. Dan had worked here long enough to remember when his manager first started; when his eyes lit up every time he saw one of his employees come in. That was now a year and a half ago and boy, had this job sobered him up.

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