#chaotic sherlock is someone i never thought needed but did
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HENRY CAVILL as Sherlock Holmes
In Enola Holmes 2 (2022), Dir. Harry Bradbeer
CHAOTIC SHERLOCK BONUS:
#henry cavill#henry cavill gifs#hcavilledit#henrycavilledit#sherlock holmes#enola holmes#enola holmes 2#**#**gifs#henrycavill**#chaotic sherlock is someone i never thought needed but did
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sexy brain wasn’t having it
3.25 am.
Once again Namjoon lay awake at night, anticipating the next disaster. His thoughts were racing, fueling the anxiety that was rooted deep in his heart.
„Joon“, you mumbled sleepily as you twisted in his arms.
You calling him caught him by surprise, a welcomed yet unnecessary surprise.
„Why are you awake, love?“, he whispered in his deep raspy voice.
You chuckled as you patted his buff chest. „Well Sherlock, my precious darling is awake so I can’t sleep either.“
Namjoon smiled widely as he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.
„Sorry.“
„Is something on your mind?“
He sighed, not really knowing how to articulate his thoughts.
„Do you remember when I told you about my ex? The one that cheated on me?“
You nodded silently.
„Do you also remember the girl that shot daggers at you when I took you out to dinner two days ago?“
„The one with the crazy eyes?“
A sad laugh escaped his lips. „Yeah. Actually, same person.“
„No way“, you gasped, suddenly fully awake. „Why didn’t you tell me?“
„Honestly? She did some crazy things back then so I just wanted to forget her. I don’t want you to be near her. Ever.“
You tightened your grip around your boyfriend, deeply touched by his concern for you.
„You really care about me, huh?“
„Slightly“, he bickered back, making the both of you laugh.
„Are you afraid that she’s gonna do something to us?“
Namjoon closed his eyes and sighed deeply. „I expect her to.“
You drew circles on his chest, hoping this would make him calm down and drift off to sleep. It seemed like it worked, until it didn’t.
Frantic sounds alerted you both, someone was ringing the bell like crazy.
„Namjoon. Namjoon!! Open up, please.“
Her whines were slurred and chaotic. You felt him tense under your touch, unsure what to do.
„Just ignore her, Joonie. I’m sure she’s gonna leave in a minute.“
„Joon!! God damn it, Joon!!! Open the fucking door!“
Namjoon debated if he should get up, but he also feared hurting you. Suddenly, the door flung open revealing a very bad tempered Jungkook.
„Hyung, please. Go talk to her. I can’t sleep and I can’t keep listening to her begging for you. I beg you talk to that lunatic.“
You squeezed Namjoon‘s hand, encouraging him to go.
„I love you“, he whispered in your ear.
„I know“, you stuck out your tongue.
„Namjoon, fucking rap monster open this door no-„
Namjoon‘s ex swallowed her tongue as she actually succeeded with her plan - her ex was standing before her, ready to listen to her tantrum.
„Joon“, she tried hugging him but he pushed her away.
„You know what time it is?“
She nodded her head, slightly ashamed. „Joon, I am sorry but I need to talk to you. Breaking up was the worst idea we ever had.“
He rolled his eyes at her, trying to stay calm.
„Cheating on me was even dumber if you ask me.“
„I never“, she tried to defend herself but bit her tongue as she saw the hurt in his eyes.
„I’m sorry. What I did was wrong. It’s just, I couldn’t handle our love back then. You’re such a grown up and I.. I am a mess.“
Flashbacks of all the tantrums she created flashed his mind. She always argued with him, accusing him of the most disrespectful shit. Looking back he could simply laugh about this, wondering how the hell he kept up with her frantics for so long. He didn’t care about the past, nor her anymore. He only cared about you.
„I call you a cab“, he stated sternly.
„NO!“
Namjoon sighed in annoyance.
„What do you want from me? Why are you here? Do you honestly think I’d take you back? After all you put me through?“
„Why not? Because of that bitch?“, she spat out.
His nostrils flared up instantly. Namjoon would never resolve a conflict with violence, especially not with a female. He’d rather contort to hurting one emotionally.
„I don’t want you to talk about my girlfriend like that. Ever again. Understood?“
„That should be me! I’m supposed to be your girl, Joon. Don’t you remember how great we were?“
„Nah“, he replied dryly.
His ex scoffed, too many blows to her ego. „Oh please, I’ve seen her. Since when do you date someone so basic? She’s half of me anyways.“
Namjoon took out his phone and ordered a cab, making an end to this nonsense.
„What are you doing? Joon, listen to me! She’s not the one for you, can’t you see?“
He raised his left brow, holding back what he truly felt.
„She’s average. Basic. Boring. I think you should dump her. I think you should get back together with me. I think you and I should become Korea‘s hottest couple and live a beautiful life together. I think I am the love of your life!“
A real, heartfelt laugh left his lips. His ex‘ eyes widened in expectation, anticipating her victory over you.
Namjoon however disagreed.
„Thank you for telling me what you think. I however, don’t think about you. At all.“
He turned around and went inside, hoping to never end up in a situation like that ever again.
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His new purpose
Bbc Sherlock
Fluff!
Sherlock's life was, messy after every chaotic event. He was alone. His life was scattered. Even though because of John and Rosy he was 'okayish' in his words. He was fine if you ask him. Because he didn't know what being really happy, really content, really living felt like. What it's like to truly be loved. Sherlock's life was a dark night, and his friends were the stars which kept his life a little lit.
Like any other day he was going through some case files and was waiting if lestrade brings a case. Until his flat's door creeked open. He went towards the door and looked out to see a young lady walking inside a little, she looked innocent and he found her... To his surprise, adorable? Was that the right word? He didn't know.
"Mr Sherlock Holmes?" She asked. He kept looking at her. His mind palace ran like a bullet train. Trying to deduce her, all he got was, she's new to London, was looking for a place to stay, maybe here to be his flatmate. His eyes softened, barely happened before, just having a feeling of affection for someone by laying eyes on them for the first time.
"Are you?" She said again impatiently. 'quirky' Sherlock thought. But then he got out of his mind palace and replied.
"Y-yes, sorry I was disturbed by a ... A case, you?" He asked. To this she introduced herself and said, "I'm y/n, I was looking for a flat, and most preferably shared, cause you know.. high price, I bumped into your landlady and she said I could stay here, but I just needed to talk to you."
She explained everything very clearly. No, never happened before, that Sherlock felt a sudden empathy and... What was it? Affection? Wanting to keep this young lady safe? What happened to him? He just nodded and said, "oh yeah sure, surely you can stay. I don't want a young lady like you to be bothered here in London at my presence."
She raised her eye a bit, hmmm... He seemed.. interesting. She looked around the flat and saw only junk, well his case files, a skull before a mirror. A bull head or something wearing a headphone? Bullet marks on wall over a yellow smiley.
Sherlock saw her baffled expression seeing the flat so he said, "I'm sorry, it's just, have been busy."
"No no it's actually pretty interesting. Never felt like this to the other flats I went to." She said.
"Like what?" He asked a little confused.
"I don't know, just feels my own" she said, but immediately regretted, ofcourse it isn't her. It's his flat, she hasn't been in yet. Sherlock would've been irritated with this answer if it was anyone else. But it was her, an adorable little person, innocence flashing like light, but the smile, that smile hid pain, he could see.
"Anyway miss" Sherlock said, "welcome" offering a handshake.
"Thank you, Mr Holmes it's..."
Sherlock interrupted her and said, "Sherlock please."
"Sherlock!" Said she looking into his eyes, "but You're... Okay then Sherlock". She wanted to say he's older than her and if it was okay or not. But if he insists. "May I see my room please?"
"Yes ofcourse" he took her to the room where previously John lived.
"Ah, I love it, where does Dr watson lives now though?" She asked.
"Oh with his daughter in their house" replied Sherlock "and um.. you know him?"
She giggled to this, wait did that make his lips curve into a smile too?
"Yes ofcourse, who doesn't know you two." Replied she.
"So.. you read his blogs too?" He asked. Being known to her fascinated him.
"Oh just one". She replied.
"And ? You liked it?" He asked.
"Well, not bad, I didn't read it focusing too much actually, I was so bored in lockdown so I read one."
'brutal honest' Sherlock thought, 'like me?'. Thoughts raced in his head, why and how this person seems so .. so known, familiar, similar.
"I see" he replied.
"But..." She answered, "now I can witness your intelligence from this close, it may be quite an adventure with you."
Sherlock smiled and nodded, "yes, an adventure indeed."
Then he went to living room and she started unpacking. He walked with a case file on hand, but he smiled, he doesn't feel alone anymore. He loves her being here with him, on the other hand, she unpacked her stuff and kept on mumbling to herself smiling, 'sherlock' 'sherlock?' 'mr Sherlock Holmes ' 'what an interesting man' . She came out and met his eyes, he holding his violin. Delightful sight. He smiled genuinely and so did she. So that's the start of a companionship. Maybe more than just friendship. Perhaps Sherlock found a moon to light his dark nights a bit more.
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Mutuals As Dnd Classes
OKAY! I just had a thought of assigning a some of my mutuals as dnd classes and now I just GOTTA do it!
@the-cucco-nuggie -> Sorcerer!! A gifted individual who wants to do their best. Some may think that your gifts were simply given to you, a natural talent. But to those who listen and watch you, they know how much effort you put into everything you do, and that you aren’t one to just call it a day once a project is done. No, you search for improve and feedback, not afraid of the harsh words that might follow. You’re an inspiration, someone that people look up too. Someone I look up to.
@fairly-linked -> Cleric! A healer, but one that isn’t afraid to get your hands dirty. You’re quick to aid those struggling, leaning a shoulder to cry on or some much need advice. But that doesn’t mean your against some ‘friendly threats’ to make sure that people you love are truly taking care of themselves.
@link-or-sherlock -> ROGUE ROGUE ROGUE!! If we picking subclasses then definitely inquisitive! (The subclass is basically just detectives LMAO) The class is very stealthy and oddly chaotic, some in more subtle ways where others are...well less than subtle! You’re the subtle but random chaos gremlin! You’re quick on your feet and a heavy hitter, a deadly foe for those who want to harm the people you love. Some may see you as intimidating as first, but are quick to realize that behind everything is a kind and passionate person.
@cal-the-duende -> BARD BBY!! Not only did I choose this class for you because of your musical talents but also because of how charming and entertaining you are! I know that might be hard to believe, but believe me when I say that I have laughed the MOST whenever we talk! You might not know it, but you’ve helped me get out of some nasty moods with your posts.
@ootlink-is-love -> Paladin! YOUR OATH OF DEVOTION TO TIME IS UNLIKE ANY OTHER!! You feel like someone who has strong morals and a strong sense of justice, in your own way. You defend people you care about in a heart beat and are quick to calm any worries/insecurities. You’re a strong person Shade, someone that people, and I, admire. Dont forget that.
@doodlesbf -> Monk!! Chill vibes all the way! So calm and collected, it’s almost unreal but strangely comforting in a way. You write in a way that comforts the reader, even if the story is sorrowful. You feel as if you hate to resort to violence, which is admirable, but you are not afraid to deal it if needed. A calm storm in a secret way! I don’t know much about you, but I do know you’re not one to stand by while someone is hurt.
@somephantominthewalls -> Ranger!! UNDERAPPRECIATED BUT SO DAMN COOL!! You are not one people should glance over, for you are one of the most interesting and intriguing person they’ll ever meet. No matter the hate or ill words that come your way, you have MANY who are there to stand behind you and defend your name. Those who are ignorant enough to insult you will never know the beauty of getting to know you, and that is not your fault.
#trippy talks#mutuals#mutuals tag#trippy talks dnd#:DD#Very fun to do this!#I might give subclasses if yall are interested!
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Universally Monstrous - The Phantom of the Opera
I had at least one person interact with yesterday’s Universal Monster Sherlolly fic so I’m going to assume that means it was an outstanding success and roll with it. Does that mean anyone wants to see another one? No idea. Am I going to repost the next one anyway? Yes.
Is this fic wildly AU, as in Molly does not work at Barts, she’s a forensic pathologist at NYS and she’s never met Sherlock Holmes kind of AU? Also Yes. Fair warning.
So here’s another one:
On Ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/16401896
and below the ‘Keep Reading’ for the linkphobic
Universally Monstrous - The Phantom of the Opera
It was a well-known secret that New Scotland Yard was haunted.
Or “haunted” if you talked to certain people.
The Phantom—as he had been christened by someone who obviously spent far too much time reading paranormal fiction and not enough doing their job—seemed to favour the basement level of the building.
Whispered tales of a rare disembodied voice offering biting criticism and unwanted advice routinely made the rounds through the locker room.
“He said it was criminal that I was allowed in the lab,” Anderson had groused over a shared bag of crisps during an impromptu gossip session after a departmental meeting.
One of the lab techs rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure the Phantom isn’t the only one who thinks that. Have you talked to Donovan lately or are you two still fighting?”
Anderson ignored the other man. “I’m not kidding, Hooper. When I checked the shadows to find the owner of the voice, they were empty. The Phantom is real.”
Molly might have scoffed if she hadn’t heard the voice herself.
The first time she’d thought it was a prank, one of the other’s playing a joke on the new hire.
She’d been sitting at her desk during her lunchbreak, working on the first draft of the fictional crime novel (with a hint of romance between the feisty pathologist and the gruff cop with a heart of gold and abs of steel) that had been screaming “Write me!” in her brain for the last few years.
Molly had been slogging away at a particularly frustrating scene, one that delved into the mind and motives of the murderer, when the need for something caffeinated and bag of crisps grew too great to ignore. She’d minimized her document and headed toward the cafeteria. When she’d returned twenty minutes later her manuscript was open on the laptop screen, front and centre, and someone had left a long and detailed paragraph of where she’d left off.
“What the hell?” She’d been extremely annoyed that one of her co-workers had invaded her privacy like that and was mentally preparing the bollocksing of the century when the Voice spoke.
“That’s not how he’d think. Your killer.”
Molly had jumped, “Who are you? Where are you?”
“Don’t be dull,” the Voice admonished her as if it—he—was disappointed in her response. “You know who I am, I hear you lot chattering on about me all the time.”
She huffed. “We don’t chatter.” Molly was met with silence for several seconds. “Well, I don’t, at any rate.”
“True. You do tend to hold your tongue when the some of the others begin to wax poetic about the most ridiculous things.” She’d thought the Voice had been coming from the left before, but now it was clearly coming from the right.
Molly turned a full circle to look for someplace an adult (for he definitely had the deep, smooth voice of a man) could hide. She even ducked to look under the desk.
“Your villain’s thoughts are far too chaotic and disjointed for the methodical serial killer you’ve set him up as.”
“How would you know?” Could the stories be true? Was there really a ghost haunting Forensics? “Is this what you did in a past life? Get into the minds of criminals? Did you work down here, or maybe as detective?”
She thought she heard him laugh, and the husky sound caused a sensation like the touch of warm fingers softly brushing up her spine. She shuddered as he spoke again, “Something like that.”
“So, is this one of those ‘unfinished business’ things, or…”
Molly held her breath and waited but silence was her only answer.
Two weeks later she was sitting at her desk, transcribing her notes from the latest autopsy when she heard, “Excellent catch on the Marshall case.”
“Thanks. I thought it was a long shot, but what could it hurt to run an extra test or two so-“ Her body recognized his voice before her brain did. Her skin tingled and something at her core warmed even as she spun in her chair to search the room with her eyes.
Three days after that, she’d been working on her novel during another lunch break—she’d taken the Phantom’s advice and completely reworked the scene with her villain’s inner thoughts—when she realized she wasn’t completely alone. Her hands stilled on the keyboard. “Hello.”
Molly heard him draw in a startled breath somewhere behind her. “How did you know I was here?”
“You’re not as stealthy as you think.” She slowly turned, completely unsurprised to see that the room was empty. Still, she felt that he was nearby. “I noticed a . . . scent after your last two visits.” It had been clean and masculine, not clouded with cologne or the musky bodywashes that were popular amongst the male staff. “And there was a creak, something shifted under your weight this time.”
He was silent for so long she began to worry he might have left again. “Interesting.” She got the feeling he was watching her, studying her.
“You, uh, you’re not a ghost, are you?” Molly almost tripped over her words.
“Of course not. Didn’t you know, ghosts don’t exist.” He seemed amused.
She heard another creak and her eyes darted around the room, hoping to pinpoint where the noise was coming from. “So you just lurk, then. For fun, or . . .”
“I observe.” As if that explained anything. “Some of your co-workers are idiots. Most of them.”
Molly opened her mouth to argue then shrugged. He wasn’t exactly wrong. “Still, I’m pretty sure what you’re doing isn’t exactly legal. For a vast number of reasons.”
He laughed again, and it made her shudder just like the last time. A good shudder. The kind that was going to keep her awake thinking the sort of things she shouldn’t. “I’ve never been worried about legalities.”
“Aren’t you worried I’m going to run upstairs and report you?” she asked.
“Are you?” The Phantom’s seemed to come from directly behind her, which was impossible as her desk was set against a wall. She didn’t bother turning around as he continued to speak. “Would it make you feel better to know at least one Detective Inspector is aware of my secret, and has been for nearly as long as I’ve been ‘haunting’ the halls.”
It did actually. “Do I know them?”
“Possibly. His name is Lestrade.”
“Oh, I’ve worked with him!” He’d come looking for her six months before, requesting her assistance with a particularly brutal double homicide. “Wait, did you-?”
He hummed, a noncommittal answer if she’d ever heard one.
“Am I allowed you know your name? You obviously know mine and I can’t keep calling you the Phantom like some 1920’s horror movie.” She bit her lip.
After a long moment, he answered. “It’s Sherlock.”
“Sherlock,” Molly tested the word, rolled it around on her tongue like a decadent treat. She swallowed hard and lifted her chin. “So now that I know you’re real, are you going to show yourself?”
Silence. He was gone. “Okay. I’ll take that as a no.”
Over the next few months she slowly stopped joining her co-workers in the cafeteria for lunch or the afternoon break, telling herself she was choosing to stay in her office to work on her novel.
That Sherlock had become a semi-regular visitor at those times had nothing to do with it.
Right?
She often found herself verbally working out plot points and dialogue, smiling when the disembodied Voice occasionally replied to offer suggestions or encouraged her to think through the moment with only a bit of gentle prodding and praise. Even better, as far as she was concerned, they’d begun to speak of other things. Her life outside of work, bits and pieces of his (although he still kept a tight lip on most everything), books they’d read (they were both voracious readers), all sorts of little things that had begun to add up.
“So this is going to be one of the really difficult bits for me to write.” Molly leaned back in her chair and pushed away from her desk on the squeaky wheels so she could spin around in a lazy circle. They’d been talking for nearly half an hour. “There’s been this building sexual tension between Brandon and Rachel almost from the moment the first met. Now they’ve just survived a near death experience, emotions are high, the attraction is there.”
Sherlock didn’t say anything and Molly sighed. “I know, it’s a cliché but it just seems right at this point in their relationship. But I’ve never really done that. Well, I mean, I’ve done that; just not the passionate, all consuming kind of . . . that.”
He still remained silent. She couldn’t help but fidget. “It’s just, it’s been a long time and even then it was more of a ‘let’s scratch this itch’ than a ‘take me against the wall right this second’ thing. God, I think my ex Tom would have hurt himself laughing if I even dared to suggest it. If anything it was boring and I just wanted to get it over with so I could see if there was anything good on the telly. And I have absolutely no idea why I’m telling you any of this.”
“I’m not really sure why you’re doing it, either. What is it you want from me, Molly?” He sounded almost as uncomfortable as she felt. Not for the first time, she wished she could see his face to better read his emotions.
“Well, you’re . . . You’ve got that voice. And you’re smart. And you have a wicked sense of humour. I know you hang around here most of the time, but surely you-you’ve . . . I can’t imagine there would be a mad scramble for the remote with you. That is, with you and-and the person you were with. So, I was hoping you could help reel me in if I get a little too . . . unrealistic? With the scene?” That was it. She was going to go home and drown her embarrassment in a carton of cookies and cream ice cream and try to pretend she’d never started this conversation.
He sighed. “Molly, I don’t know what you imagine I do when I’m not here, but I am absolutely positive it isn’t whatever you think it is.”
“What?”
“Fuck it,” Sherlock sighed. The large shelving unit that was bolted to the wall slowly swung inward to reveal a dark doorway. She could just make out a tall figure standing in the shadows.
Molly got to her feet as he stepped into the room and she saw him clearly for the first time. He was tall and fit, dark but impeccably tailored clothes, a mop of soft looking curls, and a strange black mask that covered the left half of his face.
“Is this supposed to be a joke?” she asked. She’d referenced the old Phantom of the Opera movie before, did he take that as a challenge? Was he making fun of her?
“I wish it was.” Sherlock lowered his head and reached up to carefully remove his mask. He took a deep breath before he lifted his face and turned toward her fully.
Whatever had happened to him had ruined half of his face. He was lucky he was still able to see out of his left eye. “How?”
“Acid. I’d barely begun working with Lestrade as a Consulting Detective—you wouldn’t have heard of the term, I invented the position—and the abusive husband of one of my clients decided to get his revenge. It could have been worse. As you noticed, I was able to keep my eye and my mouth and vocal cords were virtually undamaged. Believe it or not, I was even more of a socially inept arsehole and my interest in relationships had been virtually non-existent before the incident. And then this happened.” He gestured to his face. “You can see how off putting this is to another person. It was easier to seclude myself than deal with people every day.”
Molly had questions. A lot of questions. “Okay, I get the wanting to stay away from other people thing, but how in the heck did you get a secret door in the basement of Scotland Yard?”
“Doors, plural. I have a contact in the government and a massive trust fund.” He blinked at her. “Why haven’t you run off or retched on your shoes? Why are you pretending this doesn’t bother you?”
“Last week I had to do a post-mortem on a floater who had been in the Thames for several weeks. A disfiguring facial injury and healed scar tissue is nothing in comparison.” She bit her lip and took a step closer. “Could I-Would it be all right if I-“
“Touch my face?” Sherlock asked at the same time Molly worked up the nerve to say, “Get a tour of your underground supervillain lair after my shift ends?”
They stared at each other for a long moment before he nodded. “I guess that would be acceptable. As long as no one saw you roaming the halls after you were supposed to be gone. As incompetent as most of the idiots upstairs can be, they are trained law enforcement officers.”
Molly smiled. “One more question, and this one is super important. Can you get wi-fi down there?”
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The Empty Hearse Pt. 3
Sherlock x Female! Reader
TW: Mentions of Death and Blood
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Monday - 12:26 pm
Meanwhile, you were meeting up with Mary for lunch to congratulate her on the engagement. A simple lunch with a friend seemed mundane compared to what had just happened. It was a welcome change from the ludicrousness of having an old friend literally come back from the dead. Mary truly had been a breath of fresh air since Sherlock had died left. She was one of the people who had helped lift you out of that dark place. You were selfishly thrilled that the engagement meant she had a more permanent future in your life as well as John’s.
You walked into the café to find her already waiting for you at a table near the window.
“Oh Mary, congratulations!” you cried as she pulled you into a hug. “You and John are just made for each other. I can’t imagine anyone better, truly, I can’t”
The lunch began with you and Mary discussing the early plans for the wedding, whether she should get married in May or June, possible venues, and other pleasantries. Mary really had wanted to know one thing from you since you arrived, and she was getting tired of waiting. Finally, she let out a groan and interrupted you just as you were giving your two cents about wedding flowers.
“I’m sorry Y/n, but enough stalling. I have to ask. How are you? You know, after Sherlock?”
“Mary, I love you, but can’t we just enjoy lunch without talking about him? He’s not my whole life you know… well not anymore.” You mumbled the last part.
“I know, it’s just that John used to talk about how happy you were back in those days. I’ve never brought it up before because I was respecting your boundaries but now that you have the chance to get even some of that happiness back…” She gently reached across the table and placed her hand on yours. “I just can’t keep my mouth shut anymore.”
“I don’t know Mary. How is anyone supposed to be okay after something like this? I don’t really know what to feel.” You looked up at your friend and your face softened. You knew Mary meant well. “Maybe you’re right Mary. I can’t deny I was happy during that time with John and Sherlock. But my life back then was…ugh I’m trying to find a better phrase than ‘downright mad’!”
Mary let out a light laugh. “I’ve only ever heard about it from John, but it seems like it. Why don’t you tell me a little about it? Please? John’s not one for details.”
It had always been hard to talk about the happy memories because of the nature of Sherlock’s death. Although you were the most confused about your emotions around Sherlock than you had ever been, it couldn’t hurt. “I suppose I could indulge you in a few stories”
You sat in the café and recounted some of your favorite memories with Sherlock. A particular favorite of yours was the first time John invited you over for tea after you’d met him through a mutual friend. Sherlock had burst through the door covered head to toe in blood carrying a harpoon. Later, you’d learn the blood wasn’t human, but it was still quite an eventful first meeting.
Mary watched as you spoke with more light in your eyes than she’d seen as long as she’d known you. This was a new person altogether. Mary decided then and there that she would do whatever she could to bring the happiness back to you. She tried to conceal a knowing smile as she realized she’d witnessed two people coming back to life in a single week.
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Monday 4:24 pm
Later that afternoon, you returned to work. Even though it didn’t pay too well, you loved working in a bookshop. The perks were many: the quiet, your favorite café being just across the street, and all the books you could want at a generous employee discount. Today, a new shipment of bestsellers had arrived, so you spent most of the day sorting, organizing, and reading the first chapters of some of the books while the owner wasn’t looking.
You were struggling with a full box of books when you heard the bell at the door ring. “Welcome! Let me know if I can help you find anything!” you yelled over your shoulder in the general direction of the customer. As you turned around, a corner of the enormous box clipped a bookshelf, and the box went tumbling sideways. Before the books could come clattering to the floor, someone caught the other side.
“Need some help?”
You looked up to see none other than Sherlock Holmes, large as life, dramatic wool coat and all.
“This isn’t space, Sherlock,” you said coolly, yanking the box back and moving around him.
Sherlock caught up to you and reached his arm out and leaned against the wall in front of you, blocking your path. “Have dinner with me”
“What?”
“Come on, have dinner with me, y/n.” He flashed you the smile that always made you melt
You sighed and placed the box on a nearby table. Your heart felt heavy all of the sudden. You knew you part of you still wanted to. You knew an even bigger part of you felt the same way for Sherlock as you always had. But whenever you looked at him, all the good memories of him were mixed in with the pain you’d felt when he left. You wanted to separate them, to forget everything and give in, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to.
“I can’t Sherlock, I’m sorry”
“Why not?”
“I told you I needed space. I need more time, Sherlock. You didn’t listen to me.”
“I don’t understand. I thought we were alright.”
Sherlock looked like a kicked puppy. Although his face was still calm, you had learned to see through his exterior years ago. You knew he didn’t fully understand why you were rejecting him. Suddenly you felt guilty.
“I know, and we are, it’s just-” You turned your head away as it had suddenly become difficult to meet his gaze. “You jumped off a building, Sherlock. Then you let me believe you were dead for 2 years. You don’t understand what that does to a person.”
Sherlock stood in silence. His features were slightly contorted. You could feel your face beginning to heat up. Why did this hurt so much?
“I still care about you, Sherlock. But as much as I want them to, things can’t just go back to the way they were. At least not yet.” You tried to give him a sympathetic smile. “I can’t forgive you right now, but I promise I will try.”
“Well, if not dinner, how about chips? I know a place.”
You laughed in spite of yourself “You never did know when to give up, did you?”
“Come on, I’ve got a terror threat on. No better time for chips, the world is ending.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about”
“Want to find out?”
He got you. “Fine. After my shift, I’ll come and meet you at Baker Street. Let’s give it a try.”
“Looking forward to it.” Sherlock turned to leave.
A warm feeling spread through your chest. Little by little, the good was coming back. It was more hope than you’d had in a while. You decided that you were looking forward to it too.
A/N: I indulged my own escapism fantasies and made y/n work in a bookstore. In another life…
The rest of this fic will probably be a mix of actual scenes from season 3 with some made-up ones like these
Taglist: @the-chaotic-cow @amoeebaa
(I also apparently didn’t know how to properly tag people on Tumblr. Sorry taglist friends it should work now)
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If you’ll have me
Bucky x insecure!reader
Summary: my entry to “The Other Punk’s 500 Writing Challenge” by the lovely @buckys-other-punk I chose the prompt: “I want you to remember: you deserve this”
The reader moves to the avengers compound, she soon learns how easy it is to fall for a certain supersoldier and how easy it is to give into the lies your brain tells you, and how hard it is to see your own worth in a building full of superheroes.
Warning: panic attacks, self-image issues, anxiety, bad writing, fluff of course, all the themes from the 2012 avengers mindset, endgame!steve is non-existent and everyone is alive bc wow I changed the timeline!
Word count: 4,677
A/N: this prompt could have gone in a spideypool comic kinda way- sarcastic and witty and funny; Or in the direction that I took, I’m at a rough spot so I decided to write the kind of fic that I could use right now. This is the first time I’m sharing my writing, to anyone. So hopefully my nerves won’t be the death of me.
A/N 2: so, I planned this to be around 2k but it got out of hand and the characters did whatever they wanted, I had no control and so the plot is different than what I originally thought.
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You can’t say no to Tony Stark, you learned that very early on in your friendship. It was absolutely impossible. So when he out of the blue showed up at your apartment at 2am with a request to move out of your house and into the Avengers compound… you knew there was no way out.
Unlike your best friend, you were more introverted, the thought of moving into a big compound full of superheroes and gods was scary for a civilian. But tony needed you, and you are nothing if not loyal to him.
Ever since the fight between tony and Steve, he told you how lonely he felt in the big tower, after they made peace and settled back into the tower- even though they talked it out and were understanding, tony wanted you around.
“It’s to ease the tension, you are easy to get along with, they will all love you. And you got me to talk about my emotions so maybe you could help them. A little normal in our chaotic life, it’s purely logical.” He said to you, but you could read him better than that. Yes, his argument was logical, but he just wanted a friend.
So of course, you agreed. Working for Pepper was so much better than your old stupid job, she was an angel compared to your mean boss. So a month later you moved into the compound and settled in with Pepper on your new job as her assistant.
When you first met the infamous Winter Soldier he was back from a visit to Wakanda just a few days after you moved in. You noticed his left arm was different from what you’ve seen on the news- it was now black and a little golden, no red star in sight.
He was laughing with The Falcon and ran his fingers through his short hair when tony walked with you into the common room his arm around your shoulder as you walked towards the two avengers. Tony told you everything, so you knew about their past and while he told you how they both decided to move on from that you where still a little nervous.
“Y/N meet: Birdie and Spiky.” Tony gestured forward as he took you to meet the two avengers “Guys, this is the incredible Y/N.”
“I’m Sam, pleasure to meet you.” He nodded to you and shook your hand “this is Spiky.”
“Spiky? Really Tony, you could do better than that, my hair is not that spiky.” He shook his head but you could hear the amusement in his voice. That was a good sign you thought, but that was before he looked at you and you saw his eyes, the blue piercing through your soul. “I’m Bucky.”
“Y/N” you raised your left hand to shake his, you could see a slight tension forming in his eyes as he raised his vibranium hand to meet yours, eyes studying you. You smiled at him.
He flashed you a smile that made your heart skip a bit. This is definitely going to be a problem.
“Are you a new recruit?” Sam had asked you then.
“Oh no, I’m just a friend.” You looked at tony with a smirk “apparently this guy can’t function without me so I decided to move here, for the sake of saving the world from the worst cook ever.”
“It was one time Y/N! I did not mean to blow up your microwave.” Tony looked betrayed as he looked at you.
“I present to you one of the world’s greatest mechanics ladies and gentlemen!” you waved your hands towards Tony. You could see the amusement in his eyes, giving in his failed look of annoyance.
“I already regret my decision,” he groaned and rolled his eyes at you. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“Well, it was very nice to meet you Y/N,” Bucky redirected the conversation to you again, A sincere look on his face. “I hope we will see you around more then.”
“Unfortunately, we have to go, Cap is waiting for us.” Sam nodded towards you and Tony. You returned a goodbye before tony swept you away to show you his new project.
“What was it back there lover boy?” Sam teased Bucky when you were out of earshot. Bucky looked back at you and shook his head.
“Don’t know what you are talking about, Wilson.”
“Sure” Sam laughed at him but let it go.
As much as you hated to admit that tony was right, it didn’t take long for the team to warm up to you and take you as one of their own. Two weeks later and you found your place there. Natasha and you became quite close as you, Wanda, and Pepper occasionally had girls night.
Tony was smug all day long when one day at the lab Bruce told you that you’re very calming to have around. When Steve and Sam agreed and said it could have a good effect on the team Tony’s smugness somehow increased. It was very annoying. No one should ever let Tony be proved right.
Thor was the biggest puppy you have ever met, basically a Labrador. You found out his slight obsession with pop tarts, and you took it on yourself to educate him on some pop culture because let’s be honest who would turn down an opportunity to watch your favorite movies with someone who wouldn’t object to any of them. When you one time watched the Sherlock Holmes movie with Thor and Steve came in and said he didn’t watch it, you decided it is absolutely essential to have a movie night. You found Clint in the vents shouting an agreement to you.
Even though you managed to befriend Thor, Loki and you soon became good friends. He appreciated your skill of lie detecting and you two often sat and read books together.
Then there was Bucky, your friendship started to form when you joined in on a prank on Sam. You and Bucky ran so fast, dying of laughter, as Sam chased you around with his brand new sparkly pink wings.
From there you friendship blossomed, but to your dismay so did your little crush. It started from invitations to go on walks, to him coming to your door in the dead of the night in seek for comfort after a nightmare. You always let him in. you’d listen to him if he wanted you to, and you distracted him when he didn’t.
Your best friend never showed up to breakfast so you’d sit next to Bucky instead. In movie nights you found Bucky saving you a seat next to him every time until he didn’t have to, it was a silent agreement amongst the team.
You never would have expected the next development though: Bucky was a cuddler. It started small, a hand on the small of your back in the morning when he entered the kitchen. Then an arm in the dark around your shoulder, stroking your arm as you all sat and watched a movie.
“Can I just maybe lie down?” he asked one night. It was 3am and the dark circles under his eyes made your heart ache. You just nodded but were surprised at his actions. You assumed he meant to lie down on the bed rather than sitting against the headboard. He lowered himself on the bed and put his head on your thighs and began to talk to you. You got over your momentary shock to listen to what he wants to talk about, absentmindedly you found yourself stroking his short hair. It was soft and from his content sigh he seemed to enjoy it too.
Imagine the Fourth of July. Now, imagine it with a bit more… Tony. That’s exactly what happened to Steve’s birthday party. Tony told you all about what he was planning weeks before, and you two worked about it endlessly since then. You were a bit annoyed at first, it was way too extravagant to your taste but now that you’re standing at the entrance, looking down from the stairs at all the people there, you couldn’t help but feel proud. The people there varied, from the avengers to the agents you didn’t recognize and all sorts of people who you assumed were high profiled? Never the one to initiate a conversation with a stranger you went ahead to the bar to try and find Tony.
Instead, at the bar you found Natasha who sat there with a drink, scaring away anyone who tried to bother her, you of course she welcomed.
“I’m so glad you came! I know it’s not really your thing but this place looks amazing, so is your dress!” Natasha gashed at you.
“You look absolutely incredible Nat!” you took in her tight short stress and how well she looked in it, she was your friend but you could feel the discomfort start to grow. You smoothed down your skirt. “Do you know where tony is?”
“he is probably talking to some rich assholes who are leaning in to his every word” she joked with you, “I think I saw him with our birthday boy so maybe you should ask him.” She nodded to behind you.
“Steve! Happy birthday!” you rushed to hug him. “How do you like the party?”
“Well, tony sure has expensive taste, it’s lovely Y/N.” America’s golden boy smiled at you.
“Speaking of tony, have you seen him?”
“Yeah, he was actually looking for you earlier, he’s right there.” Steve pointed to the other side of the room where tony stood with Pepper, surrounded by a group of people.
With a short thank you, you attempted to make your way there, casting tens of apologies as you tried to shuffle through the dancing crowd. From the corner of your eye you spotted Bucky, sitting on the couch next to a girl who was basically sitting in his lap, you saw the smile on his face, you never saw that kind of smile on him before. In an attempt to ignore the twist in your stomach, you continued pushing people until you found Tony, surrounded by a whole new group now. When he noticed you and the look on your face, he whispered to Pepper who then diverted the conversation away from Tony- who slipped away towards you.
“Hey darling, I tried to find you earlier.” He told you as he gave you a hug.
“It took me a little longer to get ready I guess.” You looked behind you to see Bucky still with that girl, you adjusted your dress.
Tony took in your actions. He knew you too well.
“Do you want to go outside, a little bit of fresh air could help?”
“No, no you love these parties! I can’t take you away from that.” You dismissed it quickly.
“Well fine, if you want me to enjoy it so much then dance with me.” He dragged you to the DJ and you heard him ask for a couple of slower songs, and then dragged you to the middle of the dance floor. You heard your favorite song playing and tony enveloped you in his arms, immediately comforting you. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“There isn’t really much to talk about, you know how sometimes these parties can trigger me. Sometimes it can make a person like me feel a bit inadequate I guess.” You leaned your head on his chest.
“You’re better than all of these people sweetheart, you’re my best friend tell me who made you feel like this and I will personally give them a free ride to Antarctica.” You could see him doing that which made you laugh.
“With all the penguins? That sounds fun though.” You argued.
“Oh you’re right. I guess I’ll have to think of a different place then. Do you think Barnes would like the desert? I mean with that metal arm it must heat up-”
“Wait what? Why would you say Bucky?” that sneaky son of a bitch.
“Come on, I saw you look at him, did he make you feel bad?” tony looked you in the eyes this time, sincere.
“No,” you shrugged. “I just saw Nat and all these beautiful agents and then I saw him with one and I guess it just made me feel bad way too fast. He didn’t do anything wrong.”
Some days were worse than others, some days it was just a few passing thoughts, some it was thunder and dark lingering clouds.
“Well, there isn’t a point in me telling you how gorgeous you are because you will never believe me, even though you are and I should probably get you an eye doctor, maybe schedule something with Dr. Cho. Anyway, if this is because of Barnes, then I can assure you he only has eyes for you.”
“I don’t need an eye doctor!” you hit his arm and laughed, before putting your head back on his chest. “And about the other thing, I doubt that. I think maybe he should be with someone more like him, which makes more sense.” You still looked around, not seeing Bucky anywhere.
“I don’t think you should make any sort of decision when you’re this anxious. I don’t think you’re capable of clear judgment in this situation darling.” He said to you quietly, worried overtones in his voice.
“I’m fine Tony, I’m not that anxious.”
“your hands are shaking Y/N…” as he told you that, you looked at the hand you put on his chest, his hand now cradled it as you saw it shaking. How did you not notice it? When tony saw as you realized what was happening he knew there was no room for argument. “I’m taking you away.”
You put up no fight as he quickly managed to take you away without drawing too much attention. You didn’t see Bucky searching for you in the crowd after that.
Bucky sat there on the couch, happy for his best friend as he enjoyed his party. He was smiling uncomfortably as the girl next to him scooted closer to him. His mental health got a lot better, and his confidence grew- he felt the man he once was but newer, most of the time. Big crowds still managed to get to him though. He nodded along to the girl next to him who refused to call him anything but James, he tried to be polite. He hated the crowds, you would know that. He thought. Then he heard your favorite song playing from the far side of the room, there he finally saw you, dancing with Tony. He knew tony was your best friend, but he still felt a tug at his heart as you put your head near his arc reactor.
He has been pondering on when to tell you about his feelings for you, confident that you wouldn’t turn him down. The two of you grew so close, you were an absolute angel to him. He saw you hit Tony’s arm and suddenly his smile turned genuine. He knew you felt the same way as him, it was hard to ignore. You seemed almost as happy as he is when the two of you are alone. Maybe he could tell you tonight.
“James? Are you even listening to me?” the girl called him.
“Yes, sorry, your name is August right?” she nodded at him. “Sorry but I have to go, I have a couple of things to do.” He got up then and went towards where he last saw you, but you where nowhere to be found.
The next day tony seemed to be stuck at your side, you tried to tell him that you’re fine but he insisted to “borrow you from Pepper because he needs an assistant.” Or so he claims. Apparently he needed an assistant to buy him ice cream in your favorite flavor or to cook him a meal which coincidentally happens to be your favorite desert- to give him credit he did try to help but he might have tried to mix the eggs with the flour and got it all over the counter. You burst into a fit of laughter and he told F.R.I.D.A.Y to order pizza. So, the two of you sat in the kitchen with your pizza, after cleaning the place.
“I might have to borrow you from Pepper more often, you are a great assistant.”
“Yeah, sure” you played along before setting your pizza down. “Thank you Tony.”
“Anytime” He smiled at you through a mouthful of pizza.
The kitchen door opened, and in stumbled Steve and Bucky, who for once slept in today.
“Well hello boys, what got you looking so bad?” Tony smirked at them.
“It’s all Thor’s fault, he brought the Asgardian mead.” Steve said, you laughed at his hangover state, it was rare but precious.
“Hey doll, I didn’t get to talk to you yesterday, couldn’t find you.” He smiled at you, his rough voice nearly killed you- you were certain. You looked over at tony as you stumbled over what to say.
“We left early, she claimed I was too drunk and should get some air.” He winked at you “isn’t she just the best Barnes?” he then looked at Bucky; you swear you hated him sometimes.
“An absolute angel,” Bucky replied, assessing tony. “But you seem okay enough.”
“Yes well I tried telling her, but she insisted.” Tony easily replied and matched Bucky’s stare.
“How did you manage to get him to actually listen to you Y/N? That’s impressive.” Steve commented, oblivious to the slight tension as he made coffee.
“Years of practice I guess, it is hard to accomplish because he sure can be an ass sometimes.” You kicked Tony under the table to look at you. He only smiled.
“Capcicle doesn’t like that kind of language Y/N.” you heard Steve groaning as he put a coffee cup in front of Bucky who was seated next to you, and sat in front of him next to tony.
“That happened years ago Tony!”
“Doll, I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie later maybe?” Bucky leaned in to ask you, before you could answer though, Steve spoke up.
“Why is there flour on the counter?”
“On your ass too, you picked the wrong chair.” Tony helpfully chimed in “you know, those pants do nothing for your ass.”
“Tony messed up the kitchen, I guess we didn’t clean it all.” You said apologetically and got up. “I actually have a lot of things to do for Pepper today, since tony stole me, so I should probably go start on that.” You exited the room, looking forward to a distraction at work.
“Tony, you know you shouldn’t cook!” Steve patted the chair, and then sat on it again.
“Hey, I was only trying to help Y/N in baking a cake, I had good intentions!” tony defended.
“Why was she making a cake in the afternoon?”
“Relax Barnes, I asked her to bake me a cake but when it tragically somehow blew up we settled on pizza.” Tony lifted up his slice of pizza in proof. “Why do you care anyway?”
“What kind of question is that?” Bucky looked at him quizzically. “Tony, is there some sort of a problem?”
“I’m just asking, why do you care about her?” Steve noticed the change in the question but Bucky just looked confused.
“I care about her because she is my friend, just like the rest of you here!” Bucky was getting angry by the second, where was this all coming from?
“Yes, but do you care about her only as a friend?” tony asked and this time Bucky noticed the change and his anger all melted away.
“No.” he admitted, not bothering to hide it. “Were you just trying to get me to confess my feelings?”
“They learn things so fast, don’t they Steve?” he looked at an amused Steve who just nodded.
“Even I couldn’t get him to say something. Good job Tony.”
“Okay, I am leaving, this is clearly an ambush.” Bucky left the kitchen then.
Bucky was headed to his room to clear his head, hoping you won’t be as busy tomorrow. He was in the hallway when he passed your room, it was then that he heard your TV on; he recognized the theme song of Brooklyn Nine-Nine playing. Why were you watching TV when you said you’re working? Bucky went to his room and decided to let it go.
For the next week Bucky studied your moves carefully. You started to avoid going out with him, making excuses that he could easily read as lies. At night you accepted him with open arms to talk about his nightmares, but he noticed you smiled less now. When movie night came along he found the seat next to him empty as you sat next to tony, he wasn’t the only one to notice it. That was it for him.
“Nat,” he found Natasha the next day alone in the common room. “Do you know if Y/N is upset with me?”
“Probably, yes, I don’t know why though.” Natasha shrugged.
“I don’t know what I did, she is still nice to me but she avoids even being in the same room as me.” Bucky sat next to her. The assassin put her book down finally and paid attention to Bucky. “I don’t know what to do; I can’t accuse her of anything. I just feel something is wrong. We were really close.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing major, you should talk to her.” Natasha put her hand on his, to try and comfort her friend. She’s seen the way you looked at each other, it was impossible to miss the connection.
You entered the room, unaware of the conversation until you looked up and the two avengers stopped talking and looked at you, but you looked at the position they were in, you were clearly interrupting a private conversation.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you were here. Sorry, I’ll leave you two alone.” You exited the room before Bucky even stood up, he came to seat back down but Nat kicked him.
“What are you doing? Go and talk to her!” she all but commanded him. He wasn’t going to fight Natasha, that’s just a lost cause.
You were safe in your room, it was all fine. Everything was fine. You couldn’t have expected that falling for an avenger would be a good idea. They are different from you, you’re just… you. They are superheroes. Everyone in the building is either a highly trained agent or one of the top scientists in the world. You were just Tony’s friend, here to support him and maybe bring some normalcy to the superheroes. How could you possibly compete with all that? Your lungs felt too tight, it’s like you could barely breathe.
“Miss Y/N I am recognizing symptoms of a possible panic attack, would you like me to call Mr. Stark?” F.R.I.D.A.Y called to you, snapping you out of your daze.
“No, don’t call tony, or anyone, can you just talk me through breathing?” the AI complied until you managed to calm down and get your breathing right. Bless Tony Stark, anxiety can fuck off.
“Miss, Sergeant Barnes is requesting to open the door; I have shut it alongside any outside noise, would you like me to lift it?”
“Yes F.R.I.D.A.Y, thank you.” You could handle it. You opened the door to see a frustrated Bucky. “Hi Bucky, what do you need?”
Bucky just stepped right into your room and shut the door behind him.
“I need you to tell me what did I do wrong?”
“What? You didn’t do anything wrong.” You were confused now.
“Then why the hell are you avoiding me? I thought you were happy, I thought you wanted me around.” Oh, how could you explain this to him without him taking pity on you?
“Of course I want you around Bucky, it’s okay it’s not that. I’m just giving you space. It’s alright.” You tried to assure him, while also hoping you could convince yourself.
“Giving me space? Doll I don’t want space away from you. Why are you pulling away from me?” he reached for your hand, his metal arm trying to bring you closer.
“Bucky, really it’s alright. Just let this go.” You pleaded him.
“No it’s not alright, I’m not alright. Because the woman I’m in love with is pushing me away and I don’t know what to do to bring her back to me!” He confessed to you, the frustration in his voice gave away to the longing look in his blue eyes.
“You- you what?” you stopped trying to resist him, your shock letting him pull you closer, he was holding both your arms now, keeping you close.
“I’m in love with you. Is it really that hard to believe?” He questions, his voice low now, as if someone might hear, and he wanted to keep this intimate moment just for the two of you.
“No.” you said before collecting yourself. “No, you can’t be in love with me.”
“Of course I can, it’s really easy to fall for you doll.” Bucky huffed a laugh. “I thought you felt the same way, do you?”
“I…” Could you really lie to a supersoldier? Would you lie to Bucky? “I do. Of course I do, but you don’t understand. Bucky, you’re a superhero, a supersoldier. I’m on the other hand just a girl with too much anxiety who happens to have the best friend in the world which is why I was even allowed to live here in the first place. You deserve so much better Bucky, you really do. And I- I don’t deserve you.” You hang your head low, if only he could realize that, it will hurt less. Your eyes were watering but you blinked them shut.
Bucky’s right hand came to your chin and held it up. You are an absolute idiot. Bucky mused at what you said.
“Doll, if there is one thing that I learned in therapy is that even after everything I did, I can still become the man I want to be and I deserve to get happiness. You make me so happy doll, you really do. But you deserve happiness too. Tell me, do I make you happy?”
“Yes, very much. But-”
“No. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world and if you’ll have me, I promise to keep you happy, always. I know I can’t solve anxiety, I have it too. But you help me with it, so I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”
You looked into the sea in his eyes, trying to find any doubt, but all you found was determination to make you understand, to make you believe it. And for a moment you did. That was all it took.
“If you’ll have me, I promise to make you happy and make sure you are loved, always.” You whispered. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, I just- I want you to remember, you deserve this. Whether it’s happiness with me or with someone else. You deserve to be loved by your friends, and if it’s here than this is your home and we’re your family. You deserve love and support and if it’s me then please, will you have me?”
“Yes. I don’t want anyone else.”
The next thing you knew, his lips crushed into yours, pouring out all of your emotion to the kiss. This feels right, this is right. Maybe you’re worthy of a happy ending after all. Maybe you’ll find it right here, in this compound, with Bucky.
Little did you know, in the far away land that is Tony’s messy lab, F.R.I.D.A.Y notified him per his request about your panic attack. Now, with the monitors turned on, he watched the two of you with a smile at his lips.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y? Tell Steve he owes me 20 bucks.”
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me rewatching dead poets society instead of doing my assignments
i’m not sure if anyone would even care about this but i am really bored soo here we go
neil looks so down when he’s with his father stopdjejdkfjnr
poor todd got forced to stand up i would get pissed eujehd
the best preparatory school? lmfao ok.
KEATING YAY
THE PRESSURE THAT TODD HAS TO GO THROUGH I CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES HE DOES NOT WANT THIS WTF
poor kids being forced to go there
LMFAO SPAZ
i still don’t know what a stiff means is that even what he said?
OOPS LMFAO
attractive pieces of sht leaning on a door frame help
“keen.” HA
YESSIR USJSJSJ
why does meeks kind of sound like me when i meet someone new
“he flatters me.” LOLSJNDKSHSJJSKSJDC
“i thought you’d gOne.”
freaking hell stfu tom
i’ve always thought this who calls their father “sir” ???
THE LOOK CHARLIE AND KNOX SHARE HDNEJDJF
“BRAIN DAMAGE” HSMEJD
they all look so confused like same
BRO SPAZ LMFAO
their smiles are so cute awwjdnejsnjd
POOR PITTS SHJWJS
MEEKS SMILE WHEN HE SAID AN UNFORTUNATE NAME
DING
“turn cold and die.” damn that took a turn fast
caaaaaarpeeeee dieeeeeem @siezethedaypoets (sorry! sjjejs)
“that means you daLtoN” the way he says it lfmaosjjd
i thought he was gonna do history he pulled out his chem book dhjshdbd
take a breath knox damn
them just not at all understanding math is a mood
too bad :/
AWW THE WXCITEMENT IN PITTS AND MEEKS EYES
“very funny, dalton.” hehehhehehejjdjdjfjrkdn ccmv mf
AWW MEEKS
CHARLIE WTF YOU DRAWING
RIP SHRED TEAR
RIP RIP RIP
oh shit
ahh one of my fav scenes, charlie basically eating that ball of paper
i hate looking at this it’s so awkward like hello mr. mccallister
what will your verse be?
THE MASHED POTATOS
“no, keating.” LMFAO YES GO KEATING
is that stick? on the end of the table?
“don’t come please.”
“no shIt, sherlock.” HA I LOVE THIS GUY
“pittsie, cmon!” “his grades are hurting, charlie.” i literally just love this conversation
“i’ll try anything once.” “except sex!” “ha ha ha.” HSJWJJSND ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAV CONVOS
“WOMEN SWOON HA HA HA” THE EVIL LAUGH WTF SHEJJS
“CHARLIE @tellmewhytheyswoon” SORRY I HAD TO LMFAO
LMFAO SHUT UP WILL YOU
this is so chaotic and messy damn
the treatshsjdj
they’re loud asf
i wonder who’s who while they were running with the hoods
OH CRAP THE SUN IS OUT WHAT that isn’t in the movie sorry
I LOVE MEEKS AND CHARLIE’S RELATIONSHIP SM
i could never take note of the minutes when something happens how will he do that
YESSIR PART TWO
HOW DID PITTS TAKE THE OTHER HALF SO FAST
EVEN TODD KNOWS CAMERONS STORY LMFAO
LMFOA KNOX IS STARING AT THE PICTURE
MEEKS HOOO THEN I SAW THE CONGO CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK
THE LITTLE BOING NOISE LMFAO WHAT IS THAT
“are you a man or an amoeba?” i’m sorry lol what the hell do you mean sjdjiend
TO WOO WOMEN
“why do i stand up here? anybody?” “@tofeeltaller” HA I LOVE DOING THIS IM SORRY
i would cry if i found out that i had to make a poem AND read it aloud in front of everyone
poor todd thougsjwhidfj
i wanna marry todd. lmfao where did that come from
RADIO FREE AMERICA
AWW THEM DANCING STFU THIS IS SO CUTE
i can’t hear the audio hellloooooojdjwksbdken
AWW we got some anderperry content here
lol i wanna wear their sweaters
:/// TODD
“no.” “no? what do you mean no?” “no.” *smirks* HAJDJDJWKNS
DONT BE IMMATURE
IDK WHERE TF THE INSTRUMENTS CAME FROM BUT I LOVE IT
the birds are so pretty
nice outfit knox
STOP STARING DUDE YOU’RE MAKING IT TOO OBVIOUS CMON
“sounds to me like you’re daunted.” JSJS
TO INDEED BE A GOD
MEEKS AND PITTS WOTH THEIR HEADPHONES ON AWW
“PUCK YOU” LMFAOAJSJJDJ
i bet todd’s poem is actually great
“the cat sat on the mat.” DNDIDHJDJDJDHS i love how keating still said it wasn’t all bad though
BRO DAMN DONT CALL TODD AND I OUT LIKE THAT
lmfao todd’s just hating every second of this
“sweaty toothed madman” i can see that too whatsbjdjdjsn
THIS IS BETTER THAN ANY POEM I EVER TRIED TO WRITE GREAT JOB TODD
NEIL IS AMAZED
when keating pushed their foreheads together wtf aww father son love typa thing that’s so cutejjedujsidj
LMFOA NO KNOX TRIPPED
YAYY GOAL
wtf this seems so fun
“your parents collect pipes? oh that’s really interesting.” LFMAOOAJSJD I LOVE PITTS
poetrusic by charlie dalton
laughing crying mumbling tumbling
DAMN HES GOOD
the little kind of aggressive hair ruffle awwjendn
OOO VOCABULARY
LMFAO THE LITTLE CHUCKLE KNOX DOES
AWW THEYRE ALL SO HAPPY FOR KNOX
THE SCARFSJJD
“exercising my right not to walk.” smartass
it’s todd’s birthday and no one greeted him excpet neil stfukqbxqbcdbkrw
the first unmanned flying desk set yes yes
THEY ALL JUST STOOD UP LMFAO
merlin knox you are DRUNK
PLEASE DONT ISTG KNOX
THATS NOT WHAT HE MEANT BY CARPE DIEM
well you’re in deep trouble now
“it’s God. he says we should have girls at welton.” as much as i love this scene what the hell were you thinking my man
i don’t get how this was legal back then. wtf is it gonna do? you’re just hurting the kids bro
the pain in his eyes stop
“@dangitneil the name’s nuwanda.” pain brokqdb jdjf
CRAP CRAP CRAP MR PERRY GET OUT
the pic of keating’s wife/gf aww
neil you’re gonna make me cry stop
that is so odd why are their lockers like connected from the left side isn’t it usually from the right?
JSKSIJDEIUWKDRUEJSJX CHRIS IS SO DONE NODKDMD
that piece of bread
THIS GUY JUST SHOVED A KID CMON KNOX
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOTHING?”
AWW WHEN TODD MESSED UO CAMERONS HAIR
CHARLIE LMFAO I MENA NUWANDA
KNOX IS DONE W THEM TOO
chris is gorgeous omg
the snow in her hair stop marry me
“you are SO infuriating”
i hate how i’m just completely forgetting what’s gonna happen in like 10 minutes
PUCK
LMFAOTHEM HOLDING DOWN CHARLIE
“he’s really good.” AW YES HE IS FUCSHWMDMD
wait the holding hands is kinda cute thoughsjdnd
bro mr perry is making me want to kill someone maybe him
NEIL’S SMILE IMMEDIATELY WENT AWAY IHATE YOU TOM
damnit you idiot i hate you sm let your son live you bastard
sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sobs sobs sobs
merlin neil
IM JUST NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT THIS YK
HA HA HA NOT CRYING
SIGHS AGAIN
DEAR LORD
NO TODD IS GONNA MAKE ME CRY TOO STOP
THEY ALL SEEM LIKE THEYRE IN SHOCK NO
damn everything
SIGH WHY DIDNT I STOP WATCHING? IDFK
“it’s beautiful.” NOFNEJWGHSGEMWGE NEED WH
KEATING NO
lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol
charlie just sitting down not singing i hate this
i probably should’ve just stopped watching yk but i didn’t but that’s okay i think
i got so pissed the first time they said that they were gonna ask questions like??? did mr perry did no at all realize that it was his fault?
sigh cameron you aren’t always that bad but in this scene i loathe you
NO RICHARD
DAMNIT YOU MADE TODD SNAP
AND CHARLIE SNAPPED TOO YOU JUST MESSED UP TOO MUCH MAN
i hate how it went from a happy dark academia movie to this cmon
todd’s dad is so mean shut up he was just asking a question
it feels so sad in the room i hate it
the empty chairs pls no
keating’s little chuckle man i miss their smiles
BRO SROP THEY LOOK SO SAD TODD ISTG
*GASP OF HAPPINESS IN THE MIDDLE OF CRYING* HUHUHUH
TODD MEEKS STICK SPAZ PITTS KNOX GEORGE? HA I LOVE YALL
and we’re done. damn okay
thanks for reading ig fjdbshsbjwhdjsj
anyways i’m tired goodnight or morning or wtvr thanks! and sorry <3
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Found You
Part 8 to '100 Promises'
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Warnings: swearing, I think that's it
"Oh shit... agh, brainfreeze," you cursed, holding your head. It was a hot summer afternoon, and you had decided to get ice cream with Niragi. "Dumbass," he laughed, watching you groan in pain. You glared at him, the pain going away. "Fuck off," you said, going back to slowly licking at the ice cream. He shook his head, laughing slightly.
He made his way through the hole in the wall. No, it wasn't a hallway, a literal hole in the wall. It went through and led into the kitchen. He had found out about it once when he saw Last Boss come out of it during one of his patrols. He followed it, and saw were it lead. By process of elimination he had narrowed down the other player of the game to be Last Boss. So, in a general assumption, he assumed you would be in the kitchen. It was dark as he made his way through it, hoping to get out of it as soon as possible. It gave him a bad feeling. Why was there a random hole in the wall leading to the kitchen? It seemed awfully strange to him. Like something out of a horror game when the monster jumps out to attack you. "Oh hell no, damn my thoughts straight to hell," he cursed, walking faster through the tunnel.
Finally, he was at the entrance to the kitchen. It was covered up by a couple things, but, he managed. When he did he heard you giggling about something.
"You know, I think this was a great idea," you giggled, nibbling on one of the cookies. "I know of quite a few places to hide if you ever need one. It can get... loud... hectic... and chaotic here," Last Boss responded. You smiled. You were about to bite the cookie again, before arms were around you. In the moment, you panicked, grabbing the person back and flipping them onto their back. You quickly grabbed the knife you'd picked up earlier, pointing it them, before noticing it was Niragi. You let out a relieved sigh. "Ow... that hurt," he groaned, sitting up, holding the back of his head "Sorry. Don't sneak up on me like that," you said. He smirked. "That makes 1,853 games of hide and seek in a row I've won. 8 year winning streak," he bragged, obviously over getting hurt. "Oh go fuck yourself, you whore," you insulted, flipping him off, sticking your tongue out. You turned to Last Boss and smiled. "It was nice hiding with you," you said. Said man was confused on how you kept switching between your emotions so quickly. "Oh... uh, it was nice... hiding with you too, I guess," he responded. You laughed, holding a hand out to Niragi. He grabbed onto you, and you helped him up. "See, I'm a bitch, but at least I'm just a bad bitch, not a heartless bitch," you laughed. He smiled a bit. Standing in the kitchen with you talking, the warmth. Even Last Boss was talking to you. Everything about it felt like home. Home felt like you. Home felt like the feeling he got whenever he was with you. Maybe it was because you were home.
He watched as you talked avidly with Last Boss. You two seemed to get along, which was good. "Shit, it's already 12 am? Don't we have a supply run thingy tomorrow?" You questioned, finally noticing the time. "Uh... yeah," Niragi responded. "At least were not drunk... then Aguni might have a problem," Last Boss said. Both men shuddered, remembering what had happened last time. "Ooh, spill!" You said, sitting on top of one of the counters. Last Boss shook his head, and Niragi looked away. "Was it that bad?" You asked, a smirk building it's way across your face. "One thing you'll notice about Aguni is... he's like... a military dad. He's strict, but also doesn't care at the same time? But there's rules. And since there's few rules, it's not like you can forget. So... yeah," Niragi explained. "Can't wait to actually meet this man and see if you guys are exaggerating," you giggled. "Alright, get off the counter so we can go to your room," Niragi sighed, stretching his arms. "Carry me?" You asked, hiding your laughter. "Last time you said that, we both fell down the stairs," he reminded, rolling his eyes. "That's because you have weak noodle arms you lanky bitch," you said, laughing. "Ahahahaha fuck you."
You three finally made your way up the stairs. "So, does everyone just... party the whole night?" You asked, seeing as there was no on really in the lobby, but you could still hear the heavy bass of the loud music playing outside. Niragi nodded. "Fun for them, annoying for those who actually try to sleep," Last Boss commented. It was really just a paradise for people. A safe haven for players. And why wouldn't it? There's protection, other people, food, supplies, electricity. Anything you could want or need was at the Beach. It was curious how they managed to put it all together. So well thought out.
"Well... goodnight," you said, opening the door to your new room. "I'll wake you up tomorrow. By any means necessary," he stated, disappearing into his room. You sighed, closing the door behind you. It felt the same, but it was different. You knew that it would be hard to adjust, but a part of you had already adjusted. Maybe it was the years of torture through your childhood, or the things you put up with in your day to day life, but this didn't feel weird at all. It felt... normal. Besides the games, no negatives were really made clear to you. So, what was so bad about being here? It seemed better than your normal life. You sighed, shaking your head. You shouldn't be thinking like that, your life before was just fine with Niragi. You thought you had lost him. But, then you found him here. So even in places of despair and chaos, you could find a silver lining. "Ick... that sounds cheesy," you muttered, getting under the covers of the bed. The second you laid down, all the pain in your body was alleviated. The pillows were cold under you, the bed soft. You let out a satisfied sigh. If this was what staying at the Beach was like, you wouldn't mind. But, you also couldn't let yourself fall into that mentality. Your eyes drooped slowly, sleep taking over your body.
"And how was your date?" You asked as soon as he walked into through the door. "We never speak of her again," was all he said with a groan. "Goddamn, that bad? What did she do?" You questioned, as he walked over to the couch, sitting besides you. "Well, at first, she was ok. Then she immediately went into the topic of money, which like big red flag, but I didn't care. Right after we started talking about friends and family. I brought you up, and she was all like 'no, you see, that's not going to work because I have to be the only special girl in your life' and I was like, well... jealous much? I don't know who hurt her but it's... ugh," he groaned. Niragi had never been interested I'm dating per se. He didn't have any interest in anyone all throughout high school, which was one of the reasons people thought you two were together. "What about you? How'd it go?" He asked. "Not great. He was narcissistic, misogynistic, and rude. Like... 'women belong in the kitchen' kind of misogyny. God it was horrible. A total incel of a boy," you explained, shaking your head. "Looks like we both have trouble with dating, hm?" He said, leaning his head back, staring up at the ceiling, following the cracks in them. He'd always suggested you two move, especially with the occupation both of you had, you could afford to move somewhere else. You'd always tell him to wait a couple years because you never know what could happen. You had always said, "What if you meet the person of your dreams and decide to move in with them?" He never thought much about having someone else. It was always (Y/N) and Niragi against the world. It seemed weird to his mother last time she had called to ask about that. He'd told her the same thing. "No one really... interests me. No one ever has."
Now, his mother was a person who changed herself for the better. She had never had the courage to leave her husband, his father, however. She observed her son's behavior, and asked him something that really made his mind question itself. "Do you think no one interests you... because you like (Y/N)? In a more than friend way, I mean." He had never thought about that. At all. He had only ever known kindness from you, and his mother later in life. So, did he? He couldn't have. It would be wrong, wouldn't it? To insinuate such a thing to you?
Screaming, heat, fires, crumbling debris all around you fell. The smoke and ash heavy in the air. " 'Ragi?! What's going on?!"
Shattered glass stuck onto your arms, blood dripping onto the asphalt. "You can't leave me... you can't, not again!"
Wake up.
"(Y/N), you can't leave me now..."
"I can! What the hell made you think that was ok!"
Wake up.
"You're bleeding!"
"No shit Sherlock. It's called getting shot. Somehow, I just can't seem to die."
"Don't fucking say that!''
Wake up.
"Oi! Wake up!"
"Don't leave me-! What the hell? What's going on?"
"It's time to wake up. We have a supply run to do.''
#alice in borderland#niragi#chishiya#×reader#alice in borderland × reader#niragi × reader#i think he was pretry chill pre borderlands#i searched up how much game engineers make... wow
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The guys from Death Mark reacting to their SO getting cursed (make it as angsty as you want have fun)
Ahh, let’s see, let’s see...I will have Yashiki, Mashita, Daimon and Shou, I guess x
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Yashiki Kazuo
Oh, no no no, not again! Not you, out of all people, not YOU!
Yashiki has terrible PTSD from all the ghosts he encountered, all the anxiety and adrenaline he had surging through his veins, and all the terribly heart-breaking stories that he had the misfortune to find out, so you randomly getting the Mark will affect him the most.
He will be absolutely heart broken seeing the mark on your body, and the desperate fright pooling in your eyes, he would have done anything to swap places and have that mark on himself, and you to be safe and sound.
Yashiki would be a chaotic mess and would call all of the people he helped, to help him back, so you would definitely live, without any ounce of doubt.
He knew very well the hopelessness of accidentally destroying a ghost, instead of purifying it, and thus, having someone die before his very eyes, but you will be the exception.
No matter what, he will NOT let you die.
He will go to the ends of the world, getting himself in life-threatening danger, against both real people, and the supernatural, just to ensure your safety above all else.
He won’t rest even for a second until the ghost is done for, and when it disappears, he will run to you, rapidly taking away the piece of clothing covering your Death Mark, only to pull you into a crushing hug and will start sobbing, finally relieved that you are okay.
After this whole ordeal is all over, he will get overprotective over you and will, subtly or not, check out every inch of your skin to make sure you don’t get the Mark again, and he isn’t there to save you.
Not to mention, he will have nightmares again, and will wake up in a cold sweat because of it, and the only thing that would sooth him would be hugging you, and having the lights on.
Mashita Satoru
You are kidding, right?
You must be kidding.
There’s no way in hell you’d have the Death Mark, that shit is long gone, and there’s no way you would have it too.
But...The way you drew the design on your skin...So perfectly...And it wouldn’t come out...
What kind of stupid sorcery is this?!
He will be in a bit of a denial at first, only to get violent and punch a hole into a wall ( if it’s a false wall, obviously ) , then will go out on the balcony and smoke a whole pack of cigarettes in one go to get himself in check, before going back to you and pulling you into a tight hug, one hand on the back of your head, the other on your back, and telling you that everything will be okay.
He already went again so many ghosts, what’s one more? And with the help of Yashiki, he’s unstoppable.
He couldn’t protect his mentor from being killed by the Cult, but he won’t make the same mistake again - He will protect you, even if it costs him his life.
Mashita knows he’s absolute shit at expressing himself and his feelings verbally, but at least through actions, he will make sure you know damn well he loves you to the moon and back, and nothing can stay between you and him.
He won’t even remember that he’s afraid of ghosts a little bit, or that could easily kill him any time - He’s just focused on saving you.
But gosh, he’d be a nightmare, especially with Yashiki - He’ll order him around, be more verbally aggressive, and will find any way to vent out his anger and frustrations if even the tiniest thing doesn’t go according to his plan.
By the end of it all, he will almost suggest the two of you get Yashiki to move in so he will make sure at least one person is there with you at all times...But he quickly dismisses that thought anyway, and will want to be the only knight in white-...Well, maybe more like a non-conventional Sherlock Holmes surrounded in an aura of cigarette smoke, but he will still protect you just as well, nonetheless.
“The thing you do with your own hands are the ones best done” is his motto.
For the first time since you’ve known him, he will decide to confess everything that’s happened in his life, and why he’s always so bitter towards the world, and how you are the only light in his life and would rather off himself than knowing you fell prey to those stupid ghosts.
You almost thought you dreamt it, but better remember what you witnessed that night, it will be the only night of vulnerability you will see from him.
Daimon Shuuji
Internally panics so hard that you thought his brain had a short circuit...Or he died on his feet.
His eyes look dead, straight into your eyes, but he doesn’t sketch any emotions...Nor does he move a muscle...Not even a single twitch.
You’d wave your hand in front of his face trying to catch any ocular movement, and even got the flashlight, and nothing.
Is he really not dead, though?
You started gradually worrying more and more, until you hear a faint, but really pained, “Fuck”, which shocked you beyond belief, since Daimon NEVER cursed around you.
He won’t even realise he said that, and would grab you and would start staring at your mark with a frown, having flashbacks of what happened when it happened to him.
Terrible time, would not recommend, 0/10 review.
Sighing, he took out his phone and contacted the Masquerade Squad, Yashiki, Mashita and Hiroo to help him out with this mess, since he knows very well he can’t do it all alone, but at least he’s thankful he can help sooth your worries and make sure you’re alright until they properly solve the ghostly mystery.
You know very well that his sickly predisposition usually makes him lethargic and cranky, enough to get a terrible reputation for the way he delivers news to his patients, but now, it’s like he’s a completely different person - So tender and gentle, only words of comfort and reassurance.
Daimon would cling on you like a baby sloth to his mother, as a way to keep you around him and make sure you don’t somehow disappear from him, just like how Hiroo got possessed while being alone, back at the Love Hotel, and then was set into a coma until those two purified the ghost.
After you’re all set and done, he will call his hospital and tell them that he needs a 1 month vacation, then talk to your employer for the same thing, and will get you to some nice resort, to relax and forget that such a horrific event ever happened in your life.
He will have a period of time during the beginning of your holiday when he’ll outright deny the existence of your Mark and that you virtually almost died, but then he saw that it was affecting you negatively, and decided to open up his heart and have a proper talk to you and explain everything that happened, why it happened, how he met everyone, his ghostly encounters.
He will admit to being scared out of his wits’ end and the fear of losing you kinda messed him up a bit.
Daimon knows very well that his health is failing, and if you were to die before him, it would crush him without fail, and there would be no remedy to mend his broken heart.
Nagashima Shou
Outright panic mode intensified by 100.
Would shriek and fall on the ground seeing the Mark on your skin.
What did you do? Where did you go? How did it happen? Do you still have all your memories intact? Do you remember who he is? Do you remember who you are?
Will pace in a circle around you, pulling at his hair and cursing constantly, forgetting that you are there for a second, before taking you by the shoulders and shaking you, his eyes glistering with tears as he desperately says that he won’t let you die, and will make sure the best ghost hunters will solve this issue, and -
- And will completely neglect to explain to you what the hell is going on, and really, you’re just super confused at everything going on and don’t understand the gravity of the situation, but will let him do as he pleases, even letting him take you with him on his motorbike to this big and ominous Mansion where a bunch of people were ready to help with this issue, but they all failed to explain what is going on.
In the end, you just kept treating it like some silly game, despite seeing the fright emanating from Shou, so you’d hold his hand and reassure him that everything will go fine.
You never believed in ghost, but shit, when you saw the monstruosity in front of you, all you could do was stare at it with your jaw dropped to the floor, shock and horror overwhelming the previous confusion, as you clinged on his jacket and tried to keep your composure.
When one of the detectives yelled at you to run away, he picked you up and breezed out of the haunted place, far away, until he got to the car, which is when he started panting and hugging you tightly, muttering “You will be alright” over and over again, almost as if to convince himself that.
All the time until Yashiki and Mashita came out of the haunted house, Shou held you tightly, almost to the point of depriving you of the much needed oxygen your lungs needed, and as soon as he spots them, he takes a look at your Mark, only to see it gone, then he clashes his lips on yours, so relieved that you were finally okay and all the drama was over for good.
When you return home, you make him a cup of hot chocolate and sit him down so he would finally explain to you properly - What the hell just happened - And it was only then that he realised he never told you about his own adventure with the Death Mark, nor did he explain that you were on the verge of death just now, so he feels really stupid, but laughs it off and says he was just too worried.
Shou will become just a bit more grateful to have you in his life, realising how short life can be, and how things work in weird ways, which will make him cherish and treasure you even more than he already did, if that’s even possible.
#death mark#death mark imagine#death mark x reader#yashiki kazuo#mashita satoru#daimon shuuji#nagashima shou#yashiki kazuo x reader#yashiki kazuo imagine#mashita satoru x reader#mashita satoru imagine#daimon shuuji x reader#daimon shuuji imagine#nagashima shou x reader#nagashima shou imagine#death mark yashiki#death mark mashita#death mark daimon#death mark shou
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SEPTEMBER PICKS
I don’t know about you, but this felt like a long month. I just looked back on my August post and that felt like another life. Putting together this list I couldn’t believe how much I was able to watch with the start of the semester. There was a lot of great ones, so let’s get to it!
Our usual spoiler warning....
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The Umbrella Academy
Umbrella Academy was a show that I started at the end of August. Many people I know were shocked I had never watched it and honestly I don’t know what took me so long. It was great and made even better by the second season getting released this summer. Now I had even more episodes to watch.
I love how chaotic the Hargreeves are. The things that happen to them would only happen to them (if you know what I mean). I also love how they always put family first. Despite everything that’s happened to them. They might all be a mess (and honestly who isn’t), but deep down they love each other. For the first season I thought it was great how they formatted the plot. These characters were new to us and they didn’t give us all the backstory. (When you think about it we still don’t know how Ben died.) It made me continue tuning in and figure it all out. I always sensed Vanya had powers and I know it’s shocking that I wasn’t spoiled coming into the show so late. I liked the irony of the family essentially creating the apocalypse themselves by locking Vanya up. Leonard aka Harold always felt shifty to me. I also liked the way they set up his story. Five and Klaus are definitely my favorites of the siblings. I love how Five is such an old man in a young kid’s body. The way they show his teleportation is really cool. The early scene in Run boy run, episode 2, is definitely one of my favorites from the whole show. The images paired with the song are chilling. Really nice job there. I love how Klaus’ power has been explored. We see more of it in season 2 and it’s something I wasn’t expecting. I love his and Ben’s relationship and I easily fell into the Klaus/Dave ship. We only got a slice of their backstory and I was already too invested. Season 2 took me a little bit to get into with the new setting, but after about two episodes I did. I really liked the plot and found it funny that there was yet another apocalypse. With that cliffhanger, I can’t wait to see where season three is headed.
Derry Girls Re-watch
2020 felt like a good time to re-visit my girls in Derry. I wanted something familiar and funny and this was perfect. I just love this show. It makes me so happy after watching it. I’m so thrilled that we’ll eventually get a third season (even if it will be the last). This watch through I am noticing how many songs are in each episode. (Might help I’ve been watching it with subtitles.) There are so many bops. Sister Michael is always my spirit animal. She is hilarious! I also feel Gerry gets funnier as the season goes on. When he’s making the sandwiches at the funeral I crack up EVERY.TIME. I also love the seriousness of the show too. There are SO MANY great parallels. In the season one finale when the historical bomb goes off and the girls are shown at school unaware and just dancing with Orla it is so pure. Then we see Da put his hand on Gerry’s shoulder. Wow. It shows how the generations were affected. I will suggest this show to everyone no matter what they like to watch. IT IS THAT GOOD! So, why aren’t you watching it? (Or Re-watching?)
Violetta Season 3
We can all rejoice! The third and finale season of Disney’s Violetta was released onto Disney Plus mid month. As someone who recently finished the second season, it was no surprise that I was ecstatic and wanted to watch it ASAP. This season is hands down the fastest one I have gotten invested into. Usually it takes me a bit to get into the new plot and characters. Because I’ve gotten so attached, I’m worried that means it will go downhill. I’ve heard mixed things about season 3. But let’s focus on the positives! There is so much music so far (both old and new songs). I am loving a lot of the new songs: En Gira and Armor En El Aire. I like how they started on tour and how they included actual footage from the real tour. Now they are in their last year in the studio (so I guess Seniors?). Lots of changes are already occurring including people leaving the Studio. Some are headed to Gregorio’s Art Rebel. I have to say that Gregorio has grown on me so much and now he is one of my favorite characters. I love his relationship with Diego and every time they call each other Papa and son. OMG it’s fantastic! So great to see them happy. This season we have a new teacher, Milton and I honestly can’t figure out what his deal is. Why is he so mean? I’m in episode 18 now and I am happy Leon and Vilu are still going strong. Obviously, they’re going to have issues (and they’ve already had minor ones), but it’s good to still see them in love. (It is adorable how they call each other Amor.) I also like that their “love triangles” seem to be misunderstandings right now. I’m in the VERY early stages of Fran and Diego and honestly I am so in love with them already. I’m going to fall hard for this ship. I know it. I am so tempted to continue watching spoilers, but I feel they’re not true spoilers if I can only find them in Spanish with no subtitles. ;)
Sunshine on Leith
My journey through watching George Mackay films continued with Sunshine on Leith. This was a great choice and I highly recommend. The main difficulty is how to access it. I couldn’t find it fully anywhere online or through a streaming service, so I wound up purchasing it through Amazon and getting it as a UK DVD. This means you need a Multi-region DVD player to watch it. (I know. It’s weird that not all DVDs are the same.) Of course, I have one of these. I am a TV/Movie junky and love a lot of British programs that are unavailable to purchase in the US. I got it a few years ago also on Amazon and it was pretty cheap. I haven’t had any issues with it, so I highly recommend.
The movie musical includes songs from the Proclaimers and takes place in Edinburgh. As someone who got to visit Edinburgh it was so cool to see the characters in places I’ve actually been. Before watching the film, the only Proclaimers song I knew was (of course) 500 miles. While watching I realized I actually new more and those I didn’t know I really liked. So, now I have a new playlist on my phone. Some are the original songs and others are from the movie (because I prefer their voices on some). What was cool to see was how not all the actors had the strongest voices, but could sing really well. I’m not sure if this was a purposeful choice or not. (I’d have to look more into it.) At times the plot felt a little rushed. Overall it was a fairly short musical, so that was probably why. Characters seemed to know each other really well really fast. So, if a lot of time would have passed I didn’t notice it. I can’t wait to re-watch the film. George Mackay in the cast brought me to watch it, but I stayed for a great story. (And of course I fell more in love with my crush on Mackay...No shock there :)
I Am Not Okay With This
Netflix’s I Am Not Okay With This had been in my queue since the beginning of this year, but I didn’t get the chance to watch it till now....when I heard it got cancelled. [Netflix hit us with this news about a month back when they released that shows that were originally picked up were now getting dropped for a second season. I Am Not Okay With This and The Society were on the chopping block.] To make the comment everyone else already has, I am Not Okay With This.
Despite knowing the show got cancelled, I still wanted to watch it. As I was watching Derry Girls, I wanted another show that was contemporary. I was very surprised to see how few episodes there were as well as how short they each were. It was a very quick watch because of this. While I expected this show to be contemporary with a touch of the supernatural, as Syd has powers, I was not expecting it to be so much more! This show blends so many genres and it does it so well. I honestly don’t know if I’ve seen it done before...at all. Which makes it hard to compare to some others. It feels like an Indy/Contemporary Coming of Age with both supernatural and thriller vibes. It even touches into horror-ish towards the end of the season. If only there was another season to see where it would go. And that ENDING! Is it bad I laughed? I think I did because I was not expecting it to go down like that AT ALL. Syd was a very dynamic main character and I really like how they had her explore who she truly is. Her and Stan’s friendship is one that I strive for. (Speaking of, where can I get a Stanley Barber? I need one in my life.)If you’re willing to be upset that the show got cancelled and there is no second season in the works, then I definitely suggest you just out I Am Not Okay With This.
Enola Holmes
Man, I feel like I’m giving a lot of support to Netflix this month, but there was a lot coming out/ a lot in my queue so it makes sense. Overall, I would give Enola a 7/10. I had a lot of hype for this one (as it was one of my highly anticipated watches for September), which I think hurt my overall reaction. This doesn’t mean it wasn’t entertaining and enjoyable. I loved the female empowerment message as it was very strong. Millie Bobby Brown was fantastic and so charismatic as Enola. I loved the feature of her talking to us as well as giving some really great facial expressions. I am a sucker for a retelling (of any kind, but especially Sherlock Holmes), so I loved the concept and how they included a younger sister to the Holmes family. I know there has been some conversation about how Sherlock was portrayed and that’s not really Sherlock, but I had no problem with this (and I’m not just saying that because he was played by the dashing Henry Cavill). Honestly, Mycroft’s character bothered me more. I get that there had to be a “villainous” character (well other than the one in the mystery), but he felt a little too over the top. The movie felt a little too long at times and I still don’t like the reason for why her mother left and the conclusion to that plot. It did set it up as if there could be a sequel and I would definitely watch it.
I would also like to add that I cannot get enough of the cast. Thanks to the YouTube interviews Netflix keeps uploading, I am falling more and more in love with this trio. They just seem like so much fun and I would love to be a part of this cast. They feel like siblings!
Harriet
Another one in my watch-list for September can be checked off! Harriet has been a film that I have been wanting to watch since it came to theaters last year, but I felt like it came and went pretty fast. Luckily HBO just released it in the past month or so, which made me to tape it. I am so happy I did.
WOW! Why didn’t I know about these facts about Harriet Tubman sooner? Why aren’t we taught these parts of history in school? I already knew she was amazing, and this just put her over the top. She did SO MUCH! It’s super impressive that she was a part of the Civil War and fought. Not only was this something difficult to do as a Black person, but also as a woman. I didn’t know about her visions, so that was something I Googled right when the film was finished. She never lost a freed slave in their journey to freedom. The list goes on and on how amazing Harriet Tubman was. This film showcases that so well and Cynthia Erivo is amazing as Harriet. (I have to start finding synonyms for ‘amazing’.) Her voice...WOW! Before watching the film, I have loved listening to “Stand Up,” but now afterwards it takes on a whole new meaning. Especially when you understand the direct quote from Harriet Tubman: “I go to prepare a place for you.” CHILLS! This film was nominated for multiple Academy Awards and it should have gotten one. WATCH HARRIET!
The Crimson Field
I’ve noticed that most of the programs I watch through Amazon Prime Video are mainly period dramas. So it was no shock that I would tune into The Crimson Field, a 7 episode series following the nurses and surgeons in France during WWI. As someone who is often more drawn to WWII, I am finding myself interested to watch more things involving the first World War (ie: 1917 and Tolkien). And this show was just what I needed. The pressure was on to watch it though, as it was only available through Prime Video till September 30th. Luckily with only 7 episodes this was an easy feat to accomplish, plus the first couple I marathoned because it was so good. As with any show it took a little bit to understand the setting and the cast, but I feel like I got to know them rather quickly, which made me invested to know what would happen next. I did find it strange that Prime Video only had access to the show for a month as it originally aired on BBC one and then PBS in 2015. The streaming service has programs older than that readily available to watch any time.
The beginning of the series was definitely stronger in my opinion. I like how they gave breadcrumbs into people’s backstories, such as the main character Kitty. There was a lot of mystery there when we first learned she had a kid and then of her scandalous marriage. There are still a few things that I don’t 100% understand, but that might be because they thought they were getting a season 2 (but they did not). And with the way they ended the show it definitely had the feel. I enjoyed Kitty and Tom’s romance, but more at the beginning than at the end. With Tom’s character, I feel like they set him up as the super nice guy while Miles was the player, but then as the show progressed they decided Tom should have more Mr. Darcy traits and I just thought that was out of his character. Either way, I did still like him (and Miles) and could listen to Richard Rankin’s Scottish accent ALL DAY! It wasn’t until I looked up his IMDB that I made the connection that he is on Outlander now. Can you see the resemblance to him now?
Phineas and Ferb the Movie: Candace Against the Universe
And don’t we all just feel against the universe sometimes?
I know my range for this month is all over the place, so is it that shocking that I would add a cartoon to the mix. Definitely not...especially because it’s Phineas and Ferb. One of my favorite Disney Channel shows. Watching this film feels like FOREVER ago because it was so early in the month. I’ve only watched it the one time (because I don’t think it needs a second watch...I guess that tells you something), so let’s see how much I remember...
It’s been a while since we’ve had a new installment of Phineas and Ferb grace our screens and it was great to see the citizens of Danville once again. In a way, it felt like no time had passed. (And for them I guess it hadn’t because it always seems like the same summer.) It just felt like the moment for Phineas and Ferb. While I was really happy to see our beloved characters again, the plot of this film felt familiar. Very Queen of Mars. Now thinking back, it’s hard for me to relay what happens and I think that’s a good way to describe this movie. It was very familiar, and I wish they would have done more with it. I can’t even remember any of the songs (and that’s often my favorite part). Of course, it had all the classics antics and jokes. I love how Perry was helping out the kids and had to be very secretive about it. I always love a good Candace and Venessa team up. Dr. Doof was hilarious as usual and his pairing with the kids (specifically Isabella) was a great time. My favorite part was when they got meta and did the reverse engineering of their animation and then we saw the creators in front of the story boards. That was really cool and unexpected. Overall, it felt like Phineas and Ferb and made life in quarantine a little bit easier.
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Well! That’s a wrap. These were some of my favorite picks to talk about (even if it took me longer than usual). I hope you watched some great stuff last month and continue to find new picks for October!
#september picks#tv shows#tv reviews#movie reviews#the umbrella academy#hargreeves family#derry girls#disney’s violetta#violetta season 3#violetta castillo#diecesca#sunshine on leith#the proclaimers#george mackay#netflix i am not okay with this#syd novak#stanley barber#enola holmes#netflix enola holmes#millie bobby brown#henry cavill#harriet#Harriet Tubman#cynthia erivo#the crimson field#Phineas and Ferb#phineas and ferb candace against the universe
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Hello! can I request a matchup? My name is Yumeji, i’m gay and go by he/him pronouns. My personality type is INFJ. I have short brown curley hair and i’m 5’4. I’m chaotic af, I swear 24/7. I stub my toe? I swear. I do something dumb? I swear. I do literally nothing? I swear. At first i’m pretty quiet though, I need to actually be friends with this person to show my chaotic side. I love PDA, i’d probably be following them anywhere while saying the most random shit. I might just yell CHEESE or something like that for no apparent reason. I act all happy and cheerful, but it’s all usually a facade. I like to act all cheery so people don’t worry about me, but i’m reality I have serious depression and anxiety. My thoughts spiral out of control a lot and I really need a hug to snap me out of it. My hobbies are art, singing and animating. I like cats, star gazing, daydreaming, listening to music and talking with close friends. I dislike good ol father dearest, when people interrupt me while I daydream my life away and vegetables, I don’t like vegetables. Anyway, thank you, I hope I did this right.
these can be seen as platonic or romantic
I match you with...
Momo Yaoyorozu
The two of you met at the park. You and a couple friends decided to meet up there since you all had know idea where to go or what to do. All you guys knew was that you were bored and should do something. Waiting at a bench, thoughts began to spiral around and you couldn't stop them. Luckily for you, a nearby hero-in-training spotted you and your situation. She wanted to help you any way she could. But she didn't know exactly what to do. Momo hasn't really helped anyone stuck in your situation. That didn't mean she was going to stand by and do nothing.
"Excuse me sir but are you alright? Do you need anything? Are you sick?" She asked, rubbing your shoulder. The sudden gesture surprised you and you thought it was one of your friends. Turning your head, you soon realized that wasn't the case. You saw a girl with her dark hair in a tight pony tail and she seemed worried or at the very least least concerned.
Putting on your facade, you smiled and responded to the young girl. "I'm alright ma'm! Thank you for the concern." With a stoic face, she shook her head. "I'm sorry for pushing on the matter but I can tell something is wrong. Is something troubling you? If there is then you can rant about to me, I'm listening." This shocked you a bit. You didn't think some random person would treat you with such kindness. You didn't know how to respond. The young girl seemed to notice your shock. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu! May I take a seat?" You nodded your head.
"If i am making you uncomfortable, i'll leave whenever you like. I just want to lend you an ear to talk to." You don't know how it happened, but you vented out everything to her. Maybe your feelings were getting too overwhelming? Maybe it was just the spur? You weren't quite sure. But the polite lady comforted you through everything.
"Thank you for... this." You quickly said, trying to wipe away your tears with your sleeve. The girl gave you a genuine smile and offered you a napkin. Wait since when did she have a napkin? "My quirk allows me to create objects." Oh. "Thank you again." You said standing up. "No need to thank me, do you want my number just in case you need someone to vent to again?" Her kindness once again shocked you. "Uh yeah actually, that sounds nice." She swiftly made a pen and notepad to write down her number.
Your interaction with that Yaoyorozu girl never left your mind. She really saw a complete stranger zoning out and said, "Ima change this persons entire day." You stared at the number on your phone. Today you just really needed someone to talk to and you didn't know who. You scrolled through your contacts until you saw hers. The dark haired ponytail girl who comforted you about your problems despite not even knowing you.
Her kind words played back into your head and you found yourself texting her for comfort. Almost instantly after you sent the message she responded, asking if you wanted to vent through a call or just text. Choosing text, you began sending her mountains of text messages, just ranting about life. And she listened. She listened to every single word. She comforted you, gave you amazing advice, and offered you encouraging words. She was so good at this, it was like she was your therapist.
A little after that incident, you thought about how unfair it was for her. She had to make time out of her day for you, some guy she met at the park, just to hear you rant about your dumb problems. You should do something for her, you should give her something in return! Wait she offered to do this, why am i feeling bad? Yeah it was her own fault. Still maybe i should do something for her.
After basically fighting with yourself, you decided you'd ask to meet at the same park you met at to treat her to some coffee. To make it less awkward, you'd invite a friend. You sent her a small text saying, do you want to get some coffee with me and a friend tomorrow? Her response wasn't as quick as it was when you sent the text asking to vent to her but it was still rather fast. ofc! where and when? :) You gave her the information and turned off your phone, heading to bed.
The next day, you got up and got ready for your little hangout. You met up with your friend and headed to the park. At said park, you saw she was already there waiting. You wanted to ease the tension and said. "Well you're early." No shit Sherlock you uttered to yourself. Momo nodded her head with a smile. "Let's start heading off to the coffee place." You and your friend agreed.
The whole thing was surprisingly fun. You mixed well together due to the huge difference in personalities. It wasn't awkward at all and it felt like you were simply hanging out with another friend instead of some random girl who comforted you at the park. After that experience, you started to invite her to more hangouts with your friends. Instead of only speaking to her when you were sad, you began speaking to her on a regular bases, having full on conversations about whatever was on both of your minds. You two had gotten very close and the relationship you built was extraordinary.
The dynamic was basically: Mom and Chaotic Child. I think you already know who is what role.
She's gotten used to the foul things you say. You'll be latching on to her arm and saying the weirdest stuff and she'll just stand there like it's an average Tuesday. (it is for her) Jiro wonders how she hasn't lost her mind by now. Momo will say something about it if your around certain people though. Just making sure you don't get your ass kicked.
Momo has a deep appreciation for art. When you show her your animations, she's so proud of you. Praises you so fucking much it's crazy. If you ever need someone to help you visualize certain poses, she's always up for it. She'll make time out of her day to do it. If you draw her specifically, AAAAAAAAAAA. She'd be so happy and have a huge smile on her face.
Just like how she is with your art, she's super proud of your singing voice. Talks about your voice a lot whenever the topic of music is brought up. She only has good things to say about you. If you write songs, she'll be so supportive of all of them. And if you ever need help with said songs, she'll talk to Jiro and ask her to help you with whatever you need. Momo isn't confidant in her own skills, especially in music, so having someone like Jiro helping you would be more useful in her mind.
It'll take some convincing but if there's a specific role in a song you need her to do then she will do it. Deep down within her she'll be bursting with joy that you chose her for the role out of everyone. Just please help her improve her confidence. She really needs more.
Makes sure no one breaks you out of your daydreams. If they come up to ask you a question whilst you're in your fantasy world, she'll shoo them away and tell them she'll ask you later. Basically Momo will tell them to fuck off in a kind way whilst whispering. If it's something really important and she has to snap you back to reality, she'll speak in a very soft and comforting tone.
One night, Yaomomo felt like crying. Mistake after mistake, every second she felt like she was the biggest failure in the world. Everything felt so overwhelming. It felt as if she was drowning in a lake of sadness. Every single time she tried to climb out, another round of waves hit her. The ruthless cycle left her feeling pathetic, helpless even. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she bit her lip. Momo put on a tight smile and began walking forward.
You and her had arranged a small hangout under the cherry tree in the park you met at. She wanted to be happy for you. She wanted to be happy for her friends. Momo swore to herself that she wouldn't cancel on you. Even if she was at her lowest, she wanted to be there to help and support you.
Her smile was, to you, clearly forced. The girl's raven hair was a mess, seeming like she was pulling it a moment before. The dark eye bags was a dead give away she was tired. Her hands were balled into fists. And if you looked closer, you could see her thumb digging into the soft skin of her hand. Momo was clearly not okay and you were not going to allow that.
"Yaomomo, everything alright?" you said in a tone that made it obvious you were being serious. She simply nodded her head, taking a seat beside you. "Yaomomo I could tell when you're not okay." Her lips formed a straight line as she closed her eyes. It looked like she was thinking hard about something.
You wouldn't push her to talk about whatever was troubling her but you would try to take her mind off it. You took her hand in yours and rubbed circles into her knuckles. Usually you were on the side of being comforted rather than comforting. But you had to be there for her, exactly how she was there for you. Her kindness blew you away the first time you met and now it was finally the time to repay her for not only that kindness, but all the love she's shown you for the amount of time you've known each other.
The simply gesture snapped her out of her thoughts and her eyes darted down to your hand. Momo's lip then turned into a small smile. Tears began forming in her eyes and she pressed her head into your shoulder. Although you couldn't tell exactly what she was thinking and why she was crying, you were glad you could give her some peace of mind. Not a word was said during this interaction.
You sat in silence as you both watched the stars in all their glory. Choosing to ignore the tears that were running down the girl's face, you shifted slightly and turned your head to face hers. "Do you want to lay down on my lap? I think that would be more comfortable than the position you're in." Momo responded with a simple nod and smile that was enough to melt your heart.
After repositioning, Momo's breath turned even again and her tears soon faded. You both began cracking jokes whilst watching the stars. Laughs and giggles filled the cold night's sky. Exchanging a look you both thought the same thought. I would do anything for you.
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my annotations for chappy 11 of ysijwa
this is just for drea and leyla to read so if you're not drea or leyla pls keep scrolling :)
ok this is pretty chaotic and like i said earlier i treated this ike a wattpad comment section so... have fun ig :)
SHERLOCK AND WATSON CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SHUT UPPPPP I LOVE YOU SM DREA
NOT MISS SNAP CRACKLE POP
jealous y/n you say???
now i know why you ignored all my tiktok asks lmao
HELPLESS OH MY GOD
truly madly deeply intended :)
damn he's kind of a narcissist yk? like "I have to be serious my entire family depends on it" shut up mr darcy you're not special
devout in his religion hmmmmmm hopefully we see some more religious trauma content bc me too vampy
awww he wants kids but now he cant have them bc hes... dead :(
AWWW his sister taught him to knit :( if he doesn't knit bloodbag a sweater i swear to god
stuffy moron is correct
"IT'S A FUCKING WONDER HE EVER GOT LAID" OIJRIOJWEIOJIEWOJFIOEJOF
"THE ATROCITY THAT IS BEING ACQUAINTED WITH NIALL AND HIS HORRIBLE AFFINITY FOR CHEAP FLANEL" ORJFOIJFEIOWJ YOURE SUCH A POET
he's so dumb she was with him bc he's hot that much should be obvious to him🙄
FOOLISHLY HOPELESSLY UNMEASURABLY IN LOVE HWAT THE FUCK DREA IM SAD
i love that he remembers the spinal cord dislocation and the dead leaves . like yea im dead rn but the leaves in my hair are really what's bothering me the most
what the fuck is a maw
ok i looked it up i get it now
"attachment is for gullible idiots" yup and youre one of them vampy 😌
"the warmest skin his icy fingers had ever had the good fortune to touch" im so soft rn
oh so now she has "a wholesome beauty about her nature" ? i thought she was just cute enough 🤨
HE THINKS HER SMILE COULD RESTART HIS HEART THATS SO CUTE IM OUHOIJFOEWIJFIOEWJ
"the responsibility of keeping her safe, satisfied, and happy" how 🥺 🥺🥺
"as long as he breathes" i thought he didn't breathe lmao BUT I GET THE SENTIMENT
"always when it comes to her" IM SCREAMING RN THIS IS SO SOFT I CANT
ill never forgive him for being so dense either his brain is basically a rock
HE WANTED TO COMMUNICATE THAT HE BELONGED TO HER IM GONNA HAVE A STROKE
couldnt be me i dont want to be percieved
HE ADDED A FUCKING BUTTERFLY AFTER THE DISCO BALLS IM OIWFJIOEWJFIOEJIOEWNOJIWJ(*H(WUIOFJIOEWJFIOWHVIFUEH)U)($UT
HEY a hamilton obsession is not childish😤
'the only person who was allowed to touch him there was y/n' he's like a little kid who's possessive omggggggg
oh this reminds me i rlly hope everything in that chest was new and had never been used on anyone else owijfowiejfioewj
oh please my irish king can control himself let y/n meet the other vamps🙄
"if they knew all along why did it take so long" yk im wondering the same thing dummy
"every day was a battle to earn her love and affection" wtffff how could she hurt him like that he is just a baby
i think he needs therapy tbh
yes he does deserve to be treated with respect and dignity😤
"supporting and tolerating them despite your differences" exactly unless they're a republican
IM SORRY THAT WAS MEAN OIWFJOIWJFEIOw i said what i said tho
they did everything backwards but it's what baby needed🥺
im literally gonna 🔪 bradley how dare he hurt my favorite ribeye like that
PROPER BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND BONDING PLSSSSS im sure he makes sure to say stuff like "as your boyfriend' or 'since youre my girlfriend' all the time now
"everything that has to do with harry has always and will always make her feel safe and secure" ...who's gonna tell her👀
HE BECOMES CLINGY IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP
awwww my love language is also quality times bestiesssssss
(this is more serious you might want to change the words to nose kisses or something because esk*mo is a slur)
HE wants to be wrapped in HER arms and get forehead kissies like a little baby🥺🥺
i can tell you wrote this chappy bc leyla would never write about ice cream
IF CHRIST CAN GET A DATE MARKER SO CAN HARRY OIFJOEIWJFIOEWJFWI PLSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE HIM
ALWAYS FOR HER WEJFIOJWEIOFJEWIOFJOIEWJFOIEWJF HES SO IN LOOOOOVE
HE DID IT AND IM SO PROUD OF HIM🥺
omg i have a thot imagine if she got a heart murmur or something and obvi he knows bc he can hear it so now he has to find a way to make her get it checked out out without being suspicious 😭
HE ROCKS HER TO CALM HER DOWN WHEN SHES HAVING NIGHTMARES IJFEOWIJFOIWEFJ
“nearly blinds himself for eternity” what a drama queen i love him
maybe learn how to turn your brightness down grandpa
“can women sense emotional distress” why is this so funny oiewfjwieojfioewj
DEHUMANIZING OWEIJOIAJAKLFSDJLKSDJFKLD
not a psychotic episode 😭😭
crippling mommy issues woejfkljdklsjsdf me too king
awwwww he made her a full buffet i would cry
matchy socks im gonna sob
king is a chef 😌
y/n’s head @ harry’s clavicle rn: 💥
“his plush chest” drea its ok you can say titties
“absolutely flawless”? are you sure shes not just cute enough 🤨
he got her oat milk 🥺the sign of true love
hes such a shithead i love him
SPELLING HIS NAM E ON HER TUMMY IM HAVING ANOTHER STROKE
“I DIDNT WANT TO LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE” HES SO WOIFJSJFSDKJKLSDJF
HE DIDNT HAVE TO DO NIALL LIKE THAT 😭😭
RAPUNZEL HAIR OSIDJSKJKLSJF
she traces a tiny heart on him wtfffffffffff im sad
this… is hot
“theres no room on the counter” owifjlksjfslkfjklsj
HE WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR HER maybe then he’d be a little less cold
im sorry that was wrong of me lisjfskldjfwoiejewiojrei
OH MY GOD OWEIJFKLJSKLFJL SHES SO BOLD “can’t i?” OSIJFKSLJLKJF
oh boy hes gonna kill her
I WONDERED WHEN THE YOURE HOT WHEN YOURE MEAN THING WAS GOING TO COME UP
literally shut the fuck up mr english major
do it bestie kick him in the balls
SPARE BOOBIES MAAM I CNAT BELIEVE YOU aCTUALLY WROTE THAT OWIFEJWIJEKLJFOIEWHOEWIFEHFLKEWJFKLEWJKLJFL
IM WHITE IM ALLERGIC TO SPICE WEJFLKJFKLEJFLKJSKLJKFSJD
“character development at its finest” what a self aware king
y/n stop being mean to him baby just wants to feel close ☹️
“I’m anemic” ok king whatever u say
“ME AND MY CHRONIC ILLNESS IM SENSITIVE” IJFKLSDJFKLJSDKLJ
ahhhhhhh it’s yoga time
“just ask your cervix” jlksdjflksdjflkdsjflk
“if only you knew” ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️
yeah y/n isnt like those other girls 🤪 shes different 🤪
yes bestie objectify him
THERE IT IS MY FAVORITE LINE IN THIS ENTRIE BOOK
PERHAPS MY FAVORITE LINE IN ANY BOOK EVER
“He hasn't been this stiff since rigor mortis”
i think about this on a daily basis i truly do
grey shorts? what a slut
“call the lapd im pressing charges” me after walking up the stairs
OH SO THIS IS WHERE THE GREYS ANATOMY CHARACTERS FROM THE SPOILERS WITHOUT CONTEXT COME IN
him using his shirt as a towel im BARKING
“I wasnt jealous” yea ok 😃
AGAIN HIM DRAWING HIS INITIALS ON HER SKIN THATS SO WOIJFSKLDJFLSJ
yeah harold she just wanted a little kiss 😤
yeah 😃 its bc he ran track 😃
no bc thats so fucking cute that she pretended she had never seen the show before bc he was excited to introduce her to it 🥺
I would do the same tbh i feel like it would be fun to wash dishes with harry idk why
“that skank” oisjksldfjklsjfklsdjflkd
YOUR THICK SKULL COULD DAMAGE THE MARBLE LSKFJKLDSJKFLSDJFKLSJFKLSJKLSJLDKFJLSKDJF I WOULD CRY
he gets her a cup of water 🥺
ok but like wouldn't she want to wash her hair after it got all sweaty at yoga
awwwww she got his toothbrush ready for him why am i so soft rn
memory foam mattresses sound nice but actually they kind of suck bc you sink down and feel trapped in them 😃
HE WATCHED THE TIKTOK SHE SENT HIM IM HAVING A THIRD STROKE
niall is probably on the dumbest side of tiktok idek what side but it’s probably annoying and he thinks it’s hilarious
noooo baby youre not a monster🥺 someone give him a hug rn
well actually you are kind of a monster but its ok we still love u bestie
I too run on caffeine and pizza pockets 😌
TONSIL HOCKEY WHAT THE FUCK OIEJFLSDKJFKLSDJFLSJLKFJSDKLFJ
chatsnap hes such an old man 😭
true lmao if you dont have social media i immediately dont trust you
not the i just washed my hands tiktok 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
HE FEELS STRANGELY PERCIEVED RN KJFLSJFLKSDJ IDK WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME BUT IM LIKE LEGIT LAUGHING
DO IT BESTIE BITE HIM CHOMP CHOMP
“my eyes are stinging” hes such a baby 😭
“MY SIGH”TS ALL FUZZY” SJFKDSLJFLKDSJFLKDSJFLK
“are you all right” “I dont know :(’ i cant handle this my face hurts from smiling lksjflkjafklj
he has a kitchenaid stand mixer omg thats so sexy
ok but has anyone ever gotten salmonella from raw cookie dough bc i think thats just a myth
fuck u for that one vampy
wow he could never deal with my chronically ill ass
WAIT IS IT WAP
NOPE ITS BETTER LSDFJSDKLFJDS
I agree body is absolutely an instrumental masterpiece
I KNEW HE KNOWS SOME TIKTOK DANCES I KNEW IT
“I know youre kinda into that (getting smacked in the face)” SHUT UPPPPPPP SKJFSKDLJFDS
NOT HIM TWERKING SLKFJSDKLFJDSKLFJDSKL
YES YN GET THAT VIDEO AND BLACKMAIL HIM
“I think i popped something” ok old man 😭
why is the word wench so funny lkfjslkfjdslkfjsdlkfj
dont hand it over i want to see him snap
OH SHIT HE JUST JUMPED THE TABLE LSDFJSDKLFJLKDNMNXCMNJKHOIUIOEUR
oooooooooooo
OH MY GOD AGAIN SHE REALLY IS BOLD SLKDFJDSKLFJLSKDJFLKJFS
not guerrilla warfare 😭😭😭😭
do it bestie give him a concussion he deserves it
“no piece of art could ever compare to her” 🥺🥺
“remember that time you told me making out was childish” “no” i hate him 😭
THERE IT IS AGAIN “sex isnt the only way he can feel close to someone anymore” SHUT THE FUCK UP IM SOBBING
this reminds me of the dehydrated intercourse with demonrry
“don’t care, relationships are about sharing’ hes so sdjfksldjfklsjf
DO IT BESTIE KICK HIS KNEECAPS IN
suing disney for false advertisement 😭
THIS SCENE IS KILLING ME LKJFKLSJFLDSJ “just pucker your lips over it” “You have actual brain damage, dont you?” DREA I LOVE YOU KSDJFLDSKJFLKSDJ
how do those bubbles taste babe
ok drea wtf i was so happy and now this??????
“everything’s wrong” NO SHUT UP SHUT UP ITS HAPPY HOURS
not the boob privileges 😭
WAIT THIS IS FROM THE BSE MV ISNT IT “dance is just so hot rn” “depressing shades are just so hot rn”
NOT HIM GETTING ALL STUTTERY WHEN HE ASKS HER IF SHE WANTS A DRAWER 🥺
NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN THIS GENTLE WITH HIM BEFORE WTFFFFFFFF IM CRYING
“youre so fucking cute, my baby” me when i see literally any picture of him
JELLO HAS a STRONGER BACKBONE THAN THIS KSFJSDKLFJDSKLFJ
“betrayed. objectified. taken advantage of. used. “ i hate him sm 😭😭
OH MY GOD IS SHE GONNA SHAVE HIS FACE THATS SO CUTE IM
SHE ISsSSSSS IM SQUEALING
stop him worrying she’ll think it's weird and wont want to do it 🥺
“bold of you to assume id ever be convicted” PLS DREA LAKFJDKSLFJ
“the more you talk, the more appealing manslaughter sounds” I CHOKED DLSKFJDSKLFJDKSJFDSKLJ
HIM WHISTLING TO GET HER ATTENTION WHY IS THAT SO CUTE
Im sorry but its really funny to me how you wrote the sentence “wrong metal, he thinks ironically” … get it ? like IRONically lkfjdslkfj im sorry i’ll show myself out
“this boy?” what a fucking cutie i want to kick him
I forgot what a bop helpless is thanks for reminding me im gonna go listen to the entire soundtrack again-
theyre so fucking cute i hate them
so yea bascally this is the best thing ive ever read and i love you so much and my face hurts from smiling :)))
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sherlock s2 ep 3 livewatch
it’s time for the sherlock s2 finale! i’ve been keeping lockie alive for as long as possible, but I can’t stall any longer. let’s fall into the reichenbach!
here it is:
the last masterpiece ep! :D
it begins with rain! *beatles ‘rain’ plays*
john’s back with the therapist from study in pink! :o
does this take place after the fall and the rest of the ep is a flashback?
it’s been 18 months!
john called tv ‘telly’:)
OMG HE’S CHOKING UP NO POOR BBY :’(
he called sherlock ‘my best friend’ IN THE SADDEST VOICE IN THE WORLD :’(
john: “sherlock holmes... is dead.” or is he? ;)
BAM INTRO!
guy: “falls of the reichenbach...” you dodged a credit roll with that one! ;)
sherlock: “diamond cufflinks. all my cufflinks have buttons.” john: “he means ‘thank you’. ...just say it.” awww what a parent :)
sherlock isn’t one for thanks and publicity!
the iconic hat! :D
EVERYONE WANTS HIM TO PUT THE HAT ON
he reluctantly put the hat on:)
the transitions from a scene to a newspaper is so cool! :D
john’s tabloid nickname is BACHELOR OMGGGGGG
john: “what do they mean by that?” oh you know what that means buddy ;)
CONFIRMED BACHELOR OMGGG VICTORIAN GAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! (or in his case bi)
john: “we need to be more careful-“ johnlockers: “NO!!!!!”
sherlock is criticizing the hat lol :D
john called it the ‘sherlock holmes hat’ eyyyyy!!!!! ;D
john’s voice has a hint of deep love it ;)
there’s so many people touring at the castle! :o
this sneaky guy has this on his phone and i’m guessing that’s what all apps in the uk look like lol
OMG HE HACKED INTO THE SYSTEM
is it moiarty?
lestrade said ‘bloody ‘ell!’ and it was so british of him :D
he’s dancing to the background music YEP IT’S MOI ALRIGHT
YEET
OMG MOIARTY YOU DRAMA QUEEN
also is this an abominable bride reference? :o
john’s text notif sound sounds apple WHY
he has a windows laptop and an apple phone how chaotic
the smiley face!!!! :o
ooh cool american song playing in the background! :o
john: “ready?” sherlock: “yes” *PRESS CHATTER* how would anyone be ready for that?
sherlock wants to be himself but john’s like ‘no smartass’ LET HIM BE A SMARTHOLE JOHN
it’s the bbc! :D
OMFG A FAN FOLLOWED SHERLOCK INTO THE RESTROOM WTF
i bet johnlockers have actually done this because they were craaazyyyy back then...
THE FAN WANTS HIM TO SIGN HIS SHIRT WTFFFFF
sherlock knows she’s not a fan lol :D
wait is someone peeing in the background wtf
fan: “you and john watson, platonic, have you there as well!” mofftiss totally based this girl off of real johnlockers!!!!
can they please leave the bathroom I SWEAR SOMEONE IS PEEING BACK THERE IT’S SO AWKWARD
sherlock: “you... repel... me.” YAS!!! :D
HOLD UP what if this is mofftiss’ way of saying they don’t like johnlockers :o
now lockie’s in court bor-ing!
moiarty is a spider great metaphor sherlock! :D
judge: “how long-“ sherlock “not a good question.” lol :D
sherlock and moiarty knew each other for 5 minutes lol
who ate the wafer
SHUT UP WIG MAN LET SHERLOCK SHOW OFF
aaand he kicked them out
john: “you’re doing The Look again.” omg so married ♥
he finds The Face annoying lol MARRIEEEED
epic wallpaper! :D
OMG MOIARTY WAS CHEWING GUM DURING THE CRIME AND THE COURT THING DORK
and he looked at john... ;)
moiarty’s out and sherlock beeps john away,,,
he be making tea WITH HIS VIOLIN PLAYING YYYAAAASSSS!!!!!!!!!
omg there’s a shadow...
AN A CREAK
I KNEW IT WAS MOIARTY!!!!!!
sherlock lets him sit down wowza kind to a criminal! :o
moiarty: “every fairytale needs a good old-fashioned villain ;)” omg HE KNOWS HE’S A STORY CHARACTER AHHHH :o
moiarty to sherlock: “you need me.” no he needs john THANK YOU VERY MUCH
moiarty thinks sherlock’s boring SHUT UP FUNNY MEAN MAN >:(
moiarty: “that’s the problem... the final problem.” eyyyy roll s4 credits! :D
moiarty: “i didn’t tell you... but did you listeeeennnn?” lol sing-songy moiarty is funny :D
he’s doing the hand thing ♥
moiarty: “i own secrecy” who do you think you are bish brother
MOIARTY CALLED SHERLOCK ‘HONEY’ :o
WHY IS MOIARTY SAYING ‘DADDY’
THE FALL HE SAID THE FALLLLLLLL
sherlock: “i never liked riddles.” *maddie hatter rages in the distance*
he’s having a row with the machine again ;)
also that’s literally my dad with his card lol :D
ooh antiques roadshow! :D
john’s meeting mycroft why
OMG HE WAS TAKEN HOSTAGE
it’s just mycroft’s way of saying hello?
what happened in 1972
mycroft’s giving john an unrelated case... s1 finale flashback!
john’s loooong groan lol :D
sherlock is moiarty’s ‘only rival’... >:)
awww john fed some crumbs to birds :)
another unrelated case and lestrade is at the flat! :o
lestrade called lockie ‘a celebrity’ awww :)
SHERLOCK DON’T YELL AT THE CRYING LADY :(
oh he wanted her to ‘speak quickly’ ok
not ok but thaaat’s lockie!
it be moi...
sherlock SNIFF
sherlock: “brilliant, anderson?” anderson: “really?” sherlock: “brilliant impression of an idiot.” OHHHHH!!!!!!! :D
sherlock 2 NOW
john: “don’t do the smiling thing. kidnapped children..?” oh he always does the smiling thing! ;)
molly was going on a lunch date but sherlock said she’ll go with him and her little ‘what?’ is so cute! :D
sherlock’s like ‘look at all the fricks i give’ :D
aaand he left her!
sherlock: “the chemical footprints will lead us to moiarty!” all roads lead to rome, and all the footprints there lead to moiarty ;)
SHERLOCK CALLED MOLLY ‘JOHN’ OMG :D
b r i c k d u s t
molly: “you’re like my dad. he’s dead- no, sorry-” lol :D
oh no molly’s telling a sad dad story :(
i can kind of see why people ship sherlock and molly they’re nice together :)
BUT JOHNLOCK IS BEST SHIP
although molly’s super awkward she’s so cute! :D
SHERLOCK GOT THE FAIRYTALE REFERENCE AFTER I DID YAS!!!!! :D
lestrade: “brick dust!” b r i c k d u s t
he’s the google in 360 website! :D
they burst through the kidnapper’s door and it was like ‘someBODY once told me’! :D
omg mercury chocolate wrappers! :o
sherlock: “the more they ate, the faster they died... neat!” ...neat? :o
they found the kidnapped kids! :D
lestrade doesn’t want lockie to be himself awww :(
THE KIDNAPPED GIRL SCREAMED AT SHERLOCK NO :(
lestrade to sherlock: “i feel like screaming when you walk in!” ooh noice ;)
the jerk lady said sherlock was ‘unbelievable’ coolio she’s a bit nice! :D
MOIARTY HACKED THE TAXI TV OMG :o
also there are tvs in taxis OMG :o
lestrade called sherlock and john ‘csi baker street’ lol :D
moiarty’s connecting sherlock to sir bostalot hmm... ;)
hmmm....
sherlock: “what was that on the tv?” cabbie: “no charge...” *drives away* OHHHH
OMG SHERLOCK ALMOST GOT HIT BY A DAR
OMFG WAS HE ALMOST SHOT WTF WAS THAT
john to the rescue!!! :D
the guy was shot not lockie coolio
sherlock uses a mac WHYYY :(
sherlock: “dust is eloquent” mrs. hudson in a whisper: “what’s he on about???” lol :D
lockie vlogs! :D
sherlock: “this is a game, lestrade, one i’m not willing to play.” so the game is not on, then?
john: “i know you for real.” sherlock: “100%” awww :)
john: “no one could fake being suck an annoying dick all the time.” OHHHH!!!!! :D
guy: “yer a bloody idiot, lestrade!” and yer a bloody brit aren’t ya?
mrs. hudson said ‘ooh hoo’ just like oaken! :D
OMG fairytale!!!!
lestrade and the lady knocked on the door and mrs. hudson’s like ‘don’t barge in like that!’ :D
OMG THEY’RE ARRESTING LOCKIE
WHY IS THE LADY THINKING LOCKIE DID IT HE DIDN’T!!!!!
awww sherlock and john were arrested together so romantic just girly things ♥
OMG GUN SHOT????
they’re running omg!!!!!
sherlock: “take my hand!” FRICK YES
john: “people will definitely talk!” FRICK YAAAAS!!!!!!!
just two bfs running around in handcuffs ♥
they need to coordinate while getting up the stairs... easy enough for them! ;)
THEY JUMPED IN FRONT OF A VAN JUST CRIMEY THINGS ♥
i thought the van thing was part of the drunk ep in s3 but it’s cool that-
GUN SHOTS????
they let go! :o
OMG IT’S THE CREEPY FAN!!!!
moiarty: “they didn’t have any ground coffee so i just got-” *SUSPENSE CHORD* out of context that’s hilarious :D
moiarty’s richard!!! :o
wait he’s a hired actor the frick???
THE FRICK ARE THEY ACTING??????
just because it’s in print doesn’t mean it’s real...
ok technically moiarty’s an actor BUT THAT BE KNOCKING DOWN THE 4TH WALL
an actor playing a person playing an actor... wild actorception! :o
moiarty: “i’m the storyteller! it’s on dvd...” but is it on blu-ray? ;)
sherlock: “stop it STOP IT NOW!!!!” yoda seagulls...
fan: “i can read you and you... repel... me...” DON’T USE HIS LINE BOI
sherlock: “there’s only one way to complete his game...” is it on? ;)
OMG he’s admitting his feelings to molly AND HE NEEDS HER awwww!!!! :D
the sherlolly fans loved that i bet! :D
john to mycroft: “you and him go out for coffee? you and jim?” sarah z be like ‘YAS!’ :D
OMG WAIT DID MYCROFT WORK WITH MOIARTY????
mycroft tells john to tell moiarty ‘i’m sorry’ and john just gives this ‘please’ wheeze lol :D
julie albright bouncing her basketball against her bedroom wall in ‘meet julie’ (colorized)
oh CRAP
lockie’s fidgeting with the ball awwww :)
OMG MRS. HUDSON WAS SHOT THE FRICK????????
john: “she’s DYING.... you MACHINE!!!!!!” YEAH LOCKIE YOU BISH
john: “friends protect people!” true that!
THE FRICK WHY IS BEE GEEZ PLAYING
this is the music video lol :D
omg are moiarty and lockie gonna have a dance battle like in despicable me 3 lol :D
moiarty: “our final problem... stayin’ aliiiive!!!!!” HE SO PLANNED THAT
there’s about 28 minutes left will the battle take that long?
oh he turned the song off :/
aw man moiarty has to play with the ordinary people :/
MOIARTY SAID ‘atta boyyyy’ TO SHERLOCK WHYYYYYY
ooh sherlock’s doing binary code with his fingers! :D
moiarty: “first one to sherlock is a sissy” oh SHUT UP
moiarty: “there is no key DOOFUS!!!!” WOAH MAN CALM THE FRICK DOWN
“look at ALLLLL THE FRICKS I GIVE SHERLOCK!!!!”
moiarty: “nice you chose a tall building! great way to do it!” sherlock: “do- do- do what?” oh you know what lockie :(
moiarty: “i read it in the paper so it must be true!” no!!!!
john’s here for mrs. hudson!!!! :D
she seems fine tho?
moiarty: “for me? pleeeeeaaaseee?????” OMG THAT ‘PLEASE’ WAS SO HIGH LOLOLOL!!!!!!!
toss him sherlock TOSS HIM!!!!!
moiarty’s little ‘woah woah woah!’ tho :D
aww sherlock has only 3 friends :(
moiarty about sherlock kermiting: “you gotta admit that’s sexier” WUT
NOOOOOOOOO
sherlock’s breath is so shaky :(
he said ‘privacy’ like ‘pri-va-cee’ why
he’s gonna call john!!!!!
awww smile!!!! :D
he knows that this is fake right?
moiarty’s like ‘WHAT?? WHAT DID I MISS????” BOI CALM DOWWwwwwnnnn
sherlock to moiarty: “i am you. prepared to do anything.” save that line for john plz
sherlock is ‘on the side of the angels’ awww :)
moiarty said sherlock’s not ordinary RIGHT HE’S A SPECIAL SUNSHINE ANGEL
moiarty: “you’re meee!!!!!” NOT WHAT I MEANT
they’re holding hands and standing close NOOOOO
HOLY FRICK SHERLOCK JUS SHOT MOIARTY IN THE MOUTH THE FRICK THE FRACK???????
he’s not really dead right or is that just a theory
sherlock’s like ‘oh god what have i done’ SAME WHAT DID YOU DO
it sounds like the thx theme!
oh no
i know it’s not a legitimate kermiting sewerside but DON’T FREAKING DO IT
HE’S CALLING JOHN OH FRICK
HE WANTS JOHN TO SEE HIM FALL THE FRICKKKKK
sherlock: “look up, i’m on the rooftop.” ♫ up on the rooftop, click click click, HERE COMES SAD OL’ KERMIT CLAUS ♫
CRAP
sherlock: “i can’t come down so we’ll have to do it like this.” it was only a kiss :(
an apology????
‘IT’S ALL TRUE’ THE FRICK????
is this just for moiarty’s game?
sherlock sounds like he’s gonna cry NOOOOO :(((((
john: “shut up, shut up, shut up.” SAME WTF ARE YOU SAYING LOCKIE???
sherlock: “no one could be that clever. you could.” OMGGGGG
FIRST WINSTON & JULIA AND NOW SHERLOCK & JOHN WHYYYYY
sherlock sniffled omg :’(
he researched john to impress him OH MY HEART!!!!!
it’s not a trick sherlock is legit amazing!!!!!!!!
sherlock wants john to ‘keep his eyes fixed’ NOOOOOOOO
if sherlock knows this is fake he’s doing a pretty good job at it BUT WHY JUST TO PLEASE MOIARTY OR ESCAPE THE SPOTLIGHT OR WHAT
sherlock: “goodbye john.” NO
NO
NO
OH GOD THERE WAS A CRACK
if sherlock’s alive THEM HOW WAS THERE A CRACK
WAIT JOHN JUST FELL THE FRICK IS GOING ON????
john: “i’m a doctor, he’s my friend!” yes you are AND YES YOU FREAKING ARE
it’s fake he’s not really dead OH HOW I WISH I COULD TELL YOU THAT JOHNNY :(
OMG NO :’(
THE SAD VIOLIN I CAN’T
everything is slow NOOOOO
i can’t believe mofftiss made the fans wait 2 YEARS TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED NEXT i know there was ‘many happy returns’ in 2013 BUT HOW DID THE FANS SURVIVE THAT LONG WITH THAT ENDING????
it’s raining now perfect
gun????
therapist: “he didn’t say it. say it now.” john: “sorry, i can’t.” he said ‘i love you’ :(
awww john and mrs. hudson! :’(
omg she’s crying no!!!! :(
john to sherlock’s grave: “you were the best man and the most human i’ve ever known.” awww :’)
john: “one more miracle for me, sherlock. don’t. be. dead.” miricale granted my friend ;)
OMG WHAT HE WAS STANDING THERE THE WHOLE TIME WITH JOHN SUFFERING LIKE THAT THE FRICK?????
that’s the end of s2! that was a much better finale than s1 and it’s definitely the best ep of the series so far. there’s a lot of exciting turns AND WHAT EVEN IS THE ENDING??? you knocked it out of the park mofftiss! i can’t wait to see what s3 has in store besides mary, drunk times and the wedding!
and to quote the blog... ‘#sherlocklives #johnwatsonlives’ ♥
#livewatch#i know it'll be a great season finale! :D#and it's the first s2 livewatch without any technical issues ;)
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Hello!! Can I get a one shot where Jungkook is fooling around with Jin's little sister please? Thank you very much nageoire-nim
Boy With Luv — Jungkook
Characters: Jungkook & Seokjin
“Do you have something to tell me?”
Seokjin’s arms are crossed over his chest, an impatient look in his eyes and something tells Jungkook that he’s in trouble. He searches in the very back of his mind, trying to remember if he did something wrong or say anything he shouldn’t have.
However, Jungkook could search all he wanted, he wouldn’t find anything to blame himself for. It was true to say he did prank Taehyung by jumping on him when the elder got out of the shower, but it was only because Taehyung almost broke his very new and very expensive computer – so, it wasn’t really his fault. Needless to testify all colour drenched from Jungkook’s face, at the verge of collapsing just at the thought of his money being wasted for nothing. Thinking about it, Jungkook could remember skipping one or two – okay maybe three – meals this week, but he’s gained weight and the hours spend in the gym just wouldn’t eliminate those freaking six pounds. Still not his fault.
“Do I look like someone who can be fooled, Jeon Jungkook? Do you take me for a fool?” Seokjin’s voice was firm, angry and unconditionally pissed. Jungkook can tell just by the fire burning in the elder’s eyes that he must have done something very horrible, something he will have trouble getting himself forgiven.
His words stutter on his tongue, completely taken off-guard at the elder’s sudden accusation. “I – uhm, no?” He wasn’t sure of his words when they slip past his lips, and he immediately regretted them seeing how Seokijn’s eyebrows furrowed harder, if that was even possible.
Around them, the changing room was pretty much calm. Jimin and Namjoon were reviewing their past broadcast, pointing at every little mistake they did – whether it’d be on dancing on interviewing. Hoseok and Taehyung were getting their make-up fixed, throwing each other snarky comments playfully. Yoongi was sleeping, head lulled back against the back of the sofa, mouth opened, and arms crossed over his chest in attempt to remain immobile.
Jungkook was looking at his phone, posting a photo of himself on social medias until Seokjin came to disturb his peace, gritting his teeth and speaking under his breath, “I know everything, Jungkook-ah, and don’t try to deny it, do you hear me?”
Shit. Shitshitshit.
Considering the very dark and still very angry two orbs menacing him silently, Jungkook wished he could hide himself six feet under the ground – where he wouldn’t feel small and guilty under Seokjin’s threatening gaze. So, he knows. It took him a long while, actually, if Jungkook dared to say. Even Taehyung knew about it, he learned a moment ago. And if Taehyung would be the first to figure them out, it was frantically weird Seokjin was only coming to him now.
Usually, Seokjin is like the Sherlock Holmes of their band. He knows everything like a freaking investigator – he would be able just by looking at Yoongi that the younger didn’t eat that day. Would be able to decipher something was wrong just by analysing Hoseok’s body movements, and the younger wouldn’t try to deny he was feeling a bit homesick lately. If he decided to look for Taehyung’s hidden candy stash, the first place he’d look for would be under his bed and he’d be right. If Seokjin considered only raising his eyebrows at Namjoon on a cloudy day, the other would probably immediately confess how frustrated he was with this current song.
Jungkook suspected Seokjin to bluff most of the time, but usually, he always found something. There was always something hidden from him, and if there is one thing in this world that Kim Seokjin despites, it’s evidently lies.
It may be the worst decision ever, but Jungkook decided he’d do just this. He’s going to lie, and if Seokjin knows the truth, he’s clearly fucked up. But he’s willing to take the risk if that means his secret is kept safe and protected. He wouldn’t risk spilling it all if the elder was indeed bluffing. “What are you talking about, hyung? What did I do?”
Jungkook tries to adore on innocent eyes, the weakest hint of a pout on his lips. “You’re datingmy sister, for fuck’s sake.”
Okay, first of all, no.They are most definitely not dating. It wasn’t an insult, far from that, but the way Seokjin’s mouth twitch at the curse was full of anger. And it’s rare to hear Kim Seokjin curse. It’s like the sun suddenly decided to rise in the west to set in the east; it’s like the sky was made of glass, sharp and so raw it made impossible for humans to live on earth. It’s rare – if, impossible.
But here is Seokjin, cursing. And the said curse is directed at him, so it immediately makes Jungkook’s hand clammy, his breath catches in his throat and Seokjin knows. He knows his little affairs with his sister, and what he said may not be entirely true, he surely acknowledges what it involves.
“What? No! What makes you think that? Hyung – oh my God, I mean, the hell?” Jungkook has never been a good liar. In fact, he must be the worst liar that ever walked upon the grounds of earth, but he tries nonetheless. He wouldn’t admit it so easily, he will deny this body and soul because he promised hernot to tell anything to anyone, and his words don’t add up but it’s only because the truth isn’t part of his equation. “It’s like – eh, the worst, I mean. Your sister? And me? You must, you must be out of your mind.” He laughs nervously, Jungkook can feel a drop of sweat making a way down his back.
It’s fairly hot around, the heat must be broken because there isn’t a valid reason for the temperature to be this high in the middle of April. Jungkook tears at his collar, but like he said, Seokjin isn’t a fool. No matter how long Jungkook can keep denying this, Seokjin will still know.
Slowly, Seokjin pinched at the junction of his nose and forehead, closed his eyes slowly as if to contain himself – he breathed one, two, three, four times until he opened his eyes again. “Jungkook,” he began, and his voice was calmer than before, almost comforting, “I know.”
Jungkook’s stomach twisted hard, he could feel sick any minute now. He tried to fan himself with his hands without much success, he was avoiding the elder’s eyes at all costs and the latter’s last words died on Jungkook’s consciousness. He gulped hard, and he could sense an endless dispute with Seokjin coming his way, and the elder would surely win because there are much more bad reasons why this whole story is a bad idea, rather than good ones.
“I know because I know my sister like nobody else’s does. She’s fragile, Kook-ah, and if you ever break her heart, I’ll make you eat your own balls at dinner. I mean,” Seokjin stopped himself, licking his lips consciously as if he was thinking about his next words. Looking away, he finally pursued, “What I mean is that my sister has had her heart broken many times before, and she has the tendency to fall in love very easily. I – her life is depending on how you’re treating her, right now. And I won’t let you, be one of her many deceptions of life.”
Jungkook knows all of this. He talked about it for hours with her, he tried to understand the mess of her mind and the quirks of her personality. He may not have figured out the impossible equation that she is, but he tries every day and if there is one thing in this world that he’s sure about, is that he won’t ever hurt her.
“She doesn’t need anyone to mess over with her head, or with her feelings. If you don’t plan on marrying her, I’m going to make your life a living hell. I mean it, I’m going to make you wish you were never ever born. Mark my words, Jeon Jungkook, you’re dead.”
The worst thing about an angry Kim Seokjin, is how calm he is. His eyes speak an innocence which had no place in the matter of this scene; his voice was steady, low and focused but the catastrophic part of all of this, was definitely the way he straightened his broad shoulders, his left hand enveloping Jungkook’s right shoulder, fingers pressuring on the skin around his bone to a point it would almost hurt. The point of this, Jungkook knew, was to sustain proof to his words.
Needless to say, Seokjin was disappointed, Jungkook could tell, and he didn’t even have to look at the elder’s face to tell. He was right, of course, because Jungkook has been through this a million times already. “What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously, you know this is a bad idea – still, you run head down to the most chaotic, stupidest, foolish, absurd, nonsensical, senseless, unconsciousidea ever! Do you get the picture, or do you want me to continue?”
Jungkook didn’t need for Seokjin to continue. He knew. He really freaking knew, and what Seokjin is doing at the exact moment, is only rubbing salt in the wound – it only makes his heart wince, and Jungkook can’t restrain his face from contorting painfully. Jungkook lowers his eyes to the ground, unable to sustain more of the elder’s piercing gaze on him; and Seokjin’s hand is still imposing a pressure on his shoulder, so much the dancer starts to whine pathetically.
“I – Jungkook,” Seokjin began again, and Jungkook can’t find any word to say to him because, well, first of all, if he doesn’t agree on anything, it means he’s keeping his promise. She was clear not to talk about this to anyone, no matter the situation, no matter the threat, no matter the deal. Second of all, what there is even to say? “I’m not your mom, okay? But I don’t think this is a good idea. I mean, you know there is no future to this, right? You’re an idol, Jungkook, this is the peak of our career, you can’t let a girl cloud your mind. Especially not my sister.”
Like always, like forever, Seokjin is most definitely right. Jungkook hates him for that, at the moment. Seokjin is rational and prudent, he’s wise and judicious – everything Jungkook wasn’t when he decided to kiss her that fateful night. It’s not entirely his fault, she kissed him too, and Jungkook has always been weak. In all, no matter how many excuses he’ll find, it won’t change the fact that Seokjin is right.
“I can’t tell you to call this off, Kookie, but think about this in the long-term. If things do work out, how – well, how are you guys going to make it public? And think about the fans and all this, I mean, you’ll both get hate – on social medias, and you won’t stop being questioned during interviews and I don’t want that for either of you. I mean, I love you both, okay? I really do, I don’t want to see any of you hurt.”
It’s too much, Seokjin is most clearly over-reaction, only because he and his sister are most definitely notdating. They are hanging out, true. They kissed, true too. They may, or may not, ended up in the bed, legs tangled together and heavy breath once or twice but that’s it. There’s no further notice to anything, there’s no future and they are most definitely not dating.“Hyung, we’re not –“
“Seriously, what do you have in mind? Did you think about it at all?” Seokjin was rambling and rambling and he wouldn’t let Jungkook speak one word to defend himself. It was starting to be very annoying. “ – and the thing about dating is clearly not –“
“Hyung!” Seokjin jumped, surprised at the sudden interruption of his sentence. Namjoon, on the other of the room, might be looking at them weirdly, intrigued at the sudden outburst coming from the younger of their team. “Seriously,” Jungkook said more quietly, offering an apologetic smile to ease in the disrespect, “we’re not dating. Your sister, she’s – she really is amazing, but we are not dating. And I mean, we hung out a couple of times, please don’t freak out. Nothing happened.”
That was most definitelya lie, but what Seokjin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. And Jungkook has a heart of gold, a heart stolen too many times by Cupid before, and the thing about Seokjin’s sister, is that she must be a thief for she held Jungkook’s heart in the palm of her hand ever since that fateful night where they kissed. Jungkook knew he was in big trouble, because of all the things Seokjin didn’t know about, Jungkook falling in love as easily might be one of them.
Part. 2
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What is an ending?
- Nageoire
#bts scenario#jungkook scenario#jungkook imagine#bts imagine#one shot#jungkook#seokjin#jin#bts#jin scenario#jin imagine#seokjin scenaro#seokjin imagine
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modern Helen and Penelope, Sherlock, and Tempest Mac? (If you don't feel like doing all of these, please just pick your favorite--I'm just intrigued by ALL of these.)
ooh you managed to pick all the older ones! I am quite fond of these still, so I’ll do all three!
putting it all under a cut because it got quite long:
modern Helen and Penelope was a modern AU (as the name suggests), but there were still gods and magic and heroes, plus a bunch of other mythologies were included as well. basically, the plot sort of revolved around Helen, who’s going to be in an arranged marriage, deciding to abscond with Paris, which kicks off a whole bunch of other things (I don’t quite remember the details anymore, but I do distinctly remember that the Irish heroes got involved somehow, and the...uhhh...well, some other heroes got involved too but I never wrote any of their names down, so 😅). but it also revolved around Odysseus and Penelope falling in love, which I’m a sucker for. in honor of that, here’s the part I wrote with Odysseus:
Her heart skips a beat as she realizes who she’s looking at, and she hastens to finish before Helen catches on. “With—what’s his name, Odysseus, I think.”
“The island king’s son?” Helen sounds disinterested, and Penelope silently thanks any gods listening. “I can’t remember—is he one of the good-looking ones? They’ve all become a blur.”
“He—” Penelope’s tongue, usually so nimble, stutters to a halt. All she has to do is say no, and her cousin will move on. But she can’t bring herself to lie. Not about him.
Helen watches with growing interest as Penelope makes a few inarticulate sounds before subsiding into a blushing silence. “You know what? Maybe I should refresh my memory. Come on, cuz.”
She strides away, moving with easy confidence as Penelope, her stomach filled with dread, follows.
Her cousin has the ability to be seen or to be Seen. In other words, there are times like now, where the two of them pass through crowds with barely a second glance from anyone, and then there are times when Helen is the center of any room she walks into. And she can switch back and forth with ease.
Odysseus and his friend are bent over a table covered with hastily drawn maps and pretzels acting as soldiers. Someone nearby laughs, loudly, and her heart pounds in her ears. Odysseus is shorter than the other boy, but has broader shoulders. Recklessly, Penelope decides that despite the other boy’s good looks and easy smile, Odysseus has a far better smirk. Neither of them look up as the girls approach.
“So you see, the king really ought to have placed his troops there.”
“Ah, but have you considered,” says Odysseus, picking up another pretzel and eating it, “that the river was too exposed for a stand against the invaders? At the time, the forest seemed the better option.”
Helen leans over to look at the maps. “Goodness,” she says airily, as if the very sight of the battle maps are too much for her, although Penelope has played enough strategy games with her cousin to know that Helen would wipe the floor with anyone at this table, not including Penelope herself. “All those pieces look so very lonely. Surely you cannot win a war with so few soldiers?”
“Well, they represent battalions, not individual soldiers,” says Odysseus absently, and then he looks up.
From the way that he and his friend become still, it’s clear that Helen wishes to be Seen. They’re transfixed, the way one stares at a comet or tornado. Penelope might as well be the air, for all they see her.
In a fair world, Penelope might have been considered beautiful.
In that world, Helen would have to not exist.
As it is, Penelope contents herself with being considered wise beyond her years, although wisdom seems a poor consolation prize in moments like these.
“Helen,” Odysseus says finally. He clears his throat. “Aren’t you supposed—”
She reaches out and covers his hand with her own. “Oh, that. Being cooped up all day is no fun, I tell you. So I convinced Penelope to take me here with her.” Odysseus’ gaze drifts to Penelope. He has very lovely brown eyes. Helen clearly doesn’t care for the shift in his attention, for she laughs prettily and Penelope does not exist again. “Let’s keep this our little secret, shall we? And by that I mean don’t tell my father.”
Odysseus nods slowly. He looks around, up, down, and finally settles on asking, “Won’t you sit down?”
“Oh, you’re so thoughtful,” Helen says, and promptly does. The other boy does as well, which leaves only the one seat—Odysseus’.
“You and Penelope will have to share,” Helen observes, sharp gaze trained on her cousin.
Penelope takes a deep breath. “I’ll stand, thanks.”
may actually pick this one up in the future, idk
Sherlock was a mini-play I wrote for my high school; they were doing a play (with Sherlock Holmes) that needed a “fake start,” one that was really ridiculous, so I wrote one for them that I thought might fit the bill. I have a lot of favorite ridiculous moments but here are a few:
SHERLOCK (abruptly): How’s Mary?
WATSON: //children...oh, Mary’s fine, she’s fine - so’s Henry’s two little sisters, Emma and Jane. Right terrors they are. Twin disasters, you might say. (He chuckles.)
SHERLOCK: Twins?
WATSON: How did you -
SHERLOCK: Your enjoyment in that atrocious and badly delivered pun gave up the game.
HENRY: The kids nowadays call that a dad joke.
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HOLMES: You took your time slinking out from the woodwork again, my old enemy.
MORIARTY looks embarrassed.
MORIARTY: I had to make tenure. My apologies for delaying our little games, Holmes.
HOLMES: Quite understandable. You cad.
MORIARTY: I deserved that one, I’m afraid. But not anymore than that, Holmes!
HOLMES: I apologize. I had to get it out of my system.
MORIARTY: Of course.
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HOLMES: To answer your question…
He realizes that he doesn’t know her name.
HOLMES: ...er, dear, Moriarty is in fact about to offer us tea.
MORIARTY: Quite right. I put the kettle on before you woke up. Two sugars as usual, Holmes?
HOLMES: Once again you try to trick me, old enemy. You know perfectly well that I drink it black.
MORIARTY snaps his fingers.
MORIARTY: Foiled again, Holmes!
it was meant to be really bad, because Holmes (the real one for the play) comes out and demands to know what Watson (the real one for the play) is writing, at which point the actual play would start 😂😂
Tempest Mac is, I think, the only sci-fi story I’ve ever written?? it’s about this little girl in the future, in space, who’s Catholic and who meets an alien, while also solving important mysteries (like where the cookie jar went 😂😂)
that...was pretty much all the plot I had planned out, I think
but here’s what I had:
Someone had moved the cookie jar again.
Tempest Mac made a thoughtful face as she considered the scene of the crime. Then she went and fetched a tall stool, a flashlight, and a thick book detailing the customs and mannerisms of the Hazien people (which she was only a quarter of the way through, having only started at breakfast this morning). One never knew what might come in handy.
Just as she had gotten the book settled in place on the countertop, with one foot balanced neatly on the stool and the other on the book, and was peering into the highest cupboard with the flashlight, a shrill, startled voice rang out behind her. “Tempest! What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”
“Finding the cookie jar, Aunti,” Tempest replied calmly, still shining the flashlight into the cupboard. In addition, they weren’t on Earth, they were on Haz—a few hundred lightyears away—so really, Aunti should have said, ‘What on Haz do you think you’re doing?’ but she knew when to let things go. “Somebody’s moved it again.”
“You don’t need a cookie right now, you’ve just had lunch,” her aunt scolded, lifting her off the stool and onto the ground without hardly any effort. “Wait until after dinner.”
“I don’t want a cookie, I want to know who keeps moving the cookie jar,” Tempest protested, but Aunti paid her no heed and sent her out of the kitchen to water the small garden out back.
Tempest Mac was six years old, small of stature, and what some people referred to as ‘precocious.’ Tempest gently argued with these people that no, she wasn’t precocious, she simply thought thoughts in a sensible way. Nevertheless, her grave eyes, quiet way of asking commonsense questions, and aptitude at reading far above her age level made the debate moot, as far as people were concerned.
Most people would rather chalk up things and people who don’t appear to make sense at first as anomalies, rather than investigate further. But then, this is because many people see the world like a black ink stamp pattern on a clean sheet of paper—easy, simple and pretty, in an orderly, bureaucratic sort of way. If the world is ordered and lovely in its organization, then so too can lives and people be the same way. If the world is a jumbled, chaotic, sloppy finger-painting done by an overenthusiastic four year old, then it is much harder for people to convince themselves that their lives may be ordered and simplistic. Such is life.
There’s a reason “Aunti” is spelled the way it is, but for the life of me I can’t remember why
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