#and also Sherlock's sweater is amazing actually

[noblecorgi]

2024: A Re-Entry to Fandom

I guess this is a thing? (Oh shit this brackets bit was written at the end and I appear to have emotionally vomited an essay. Sorry ‘bout that.)

In late 2023 I experienced a personal tragedy and retreated to where I had always found comfort: books.

I read a series that had been recommended to me before, but I hadn’t had time to read it - The Simon Snow Trilogy by @rainbowrowell and it awoke a dormant-but-never-forgotten love of fanfiction in me.

In my teens and early 20s I wrote a lot of fan fiction on the ol’ FF net, all of it of atrocious quality I’m certain, which is why I haven’t tried to rediscover that account.

Instead I found AO3, and restarted regularly writing for fun instead of for work or study/research.

I didn’t do any summation for 2023 because I think my first fic was posted on like 10 December 2023, but AO3 tells me I wrote 4 works, all SnowBaz, at a total of 55,154 words.

In 2024, I’ve published 5 works, at a total of 94,323 words.

What truly blows me away (and honestly makes me a bit teary) is the 1013 kudos, 100 subscribers (inc 15 subscribers to just me rather than a fic!), and 222 comment threads on my works. 🥹

So: my 2024 works.

Use your words, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 3,930 words

A smutty lil gift fic wherein Baz teaches Simon how to sext.

Splendid Morons, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 12,886 words

Published for Erotic Grope Fest, aka Baz’s birthday. A collaboration with @alexalexinii and a story written to enable their amazing art of Baz in lingerie.

Precious to me for not only getting to work with Alex, but also for being the beginning of my relationship with Becky @rbkzz, my incomparable beta who has become one of the dearest people in my life.

On The Rocks, SnowBaz, Rated: E, 74,592 words (WIP)

My opus, as it were. It originated from a fluffy cute prompt of “what if Baz and Lady Ruth were work besties?!” And I came along like “YEAH! But with trauma, exploration of love in mental illness, and alcoholism!”

I began posting it in March and it’s about 2/3 done now. But for Becky it would be both an absolute pile of horse poop, and an abandoned WIP. Instead it has a clear direction and she found motifs that I’d repeatedly used by accident in my drafts and built imagery, greater meaning, and also debated me ad nauseam on my preference for spelt over spelled.

Immune Response, @lumosinlove’s Cubs, Rated: G, 1,421 words

I was a big consumer of WolfStar in my teens and was recommended Lumosinlove’s Sweater Weather and, like many before me, fell in love with the story, the original characters, and ice hockey itself (much to the surprised glee of my Canadian spouse, who for a decade has tried in vain to get me on board. Little did he know the key was obviously gays.)

This is a lil’ slice of life sick fic examining how each of the Cubs responds to getting sick.

I have a lot more unpublished drabbles about these characters and some fics that are being cocreated so stay tuned for 2025?

Preliminary, my dear Basil, SnowBaz, Rated: T, 1,494 words

A gift fic for @martsonmars as part of the Carry On Discord’s Secret Snowflake Exchange.

Among their suggestions was “Sherlock AU, but not BBC Sherlock, 19th century Sherlock” and it hooked me with the idea that Baz would absolutely fancy himself as Sherlock. I actually sketched out a plot to SnowBazify 4 of the Holmes stories, so maybe 2025 will see them unearthed.

There is one other published fic I worked on this year, but as a beta rather than a writer for @swoopswrites @rsbigbang piece Class A which was super fun to do (and got me to watch a great series - The Gentlemen on Netflix) and Swoops has a fantastic mind so I’d encourage you to to check it out.

Finally, I have always been a writer rather than an artist, but I do enjoy drawing, and the need to upgrade my iPad for work arose and so I also tried my hand at drawing again for the first time since I was 17 or so.

In order from the first one to the most recent one, the lil scribbles I did this year:

Penelope Bunce, Wolfstar on a train, Baz with coffee, cuddly Cubs, FinnLo being adorable, iconic Moony with a cane, emo Sirius Black.

And THAT was 2024 (and 2023).

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[almost-born-in-1893]

What would be your ideal date with your current crush- what are you wearing, where are you going, what are you doing?

That's a great question! Thanks for asking :)

What counts as crush, though? Does it have to be someone I know irl, or are we talking Reece? Because that would certainly differ :D

If it's with my irl crush - that would be my boyfriend I guess. We actually do a date day every week and try to do different fun themed dates. We choose a theme and then do an activity and cook food related to that. For example we had a date where we played silent hill and only ate pyramid shaped food. Stuff like that. It's always a lot of fun. I usually don't particularly dress up for those dates though unless it's super fitting for the theme. Like one time I wore my Sherlock Holmes jacket and deerstalker witch hat for a Sherlock themed date.

And in a deluded dream scenario where I'd somehow go on a date with Reece then I think I'd like to paint something with him. It seems like he loves doing it as a hobby and he is really proud of what he makes. We could choose the same theme for the painting and make it a competition, which would give the whole thing a playful character and also still leaves a room for talking about other stuff. I'd love to discuss Edgar Allan Poe with him as we both seem to admire him as an author and I'd also like to hear his takes on other classic literature books. After I win the competion (of course) we could carry on the conversation over dinner (maybe he could show of his cooking skills?) and afterwards we could snuggle up and see a movie of his choosing, preferably horror (always a good genre for a date) and then I'd love to introduce him to the joys of horror games. I think that's something he hasn't really discovered yet and that's a whole amazing world of horror content he's missing out on. And then if there's time left and he's up for it he could show me his magic room. Maybe he has some interesting toys in there...

For outfit choices I think I'd go for something relatively casual but still elegant. Like a blouse and a sweater of something like that.

[all-pacas]

dumb little elementary running jokes that i love:

sherlock’s conviction that the best way to hail a cab is by using a whistle, and the fact that this rarely actually works

joan’s obsession with the mafia, from her glee at any mob case to her godfather movie marathons to her dropping of mob slang

sherlock going to great lengths to come up with new novel ways to wake up joan, and her excitement when she gets to wake him

sherlock being an excellent cook who nevertheless subsists on soggy cereal and canned tomatoes

sherlock and joan’s utter devotion to their tortoise, from making him hibernation burrows to custom food to trimming his nails to the sounds of enya. sherlock also arranging that first kitty and then her son should take him when the time comes, as truly responsible pet ownership consists of planning for all hundred years of their lives.

sherlock’s absolute committal to doing any weird thing internet trolls ask him to, and his love of internet flame wars and arguments, because of course.

the fact that sherlock’s love of bees factors into so many cases, from “maybe i can torture someone with them” to “this company is obviously the murderer because they create bee killing pesticides” to “no i will not solve this crime because we are on the same bee forum and i disagree with the details of your bee husbandry.” like this adaptation really saw the “sherlock retires to the country to raise bees” ending of the books and ran with it.

joan being a fashion plate to the point that characters can tell she’s having a bad week if she wears the same sweater twice.

sherlock by the end of season one realizing that he really enjoys teaching (which holds true to the novels, where he was always eager to explain and teach his methods), and then proceeding to find or attempt to find a new protege about once a year, and then more broadly becoming flattered and convinced that any random character’s insights are due to association with him and his Amazing Influence.

whenever sherlock announces a fact mysteriously because he wants to be impressive, and instead the people around him roll their eyes, call him out, or announce or lie about other facts just to fuck with him

not quite a running gag but also: the way that after season one the wardrobe department settles on sherlock’s look, which is always very formal but just slightly off (shirts buttoned up all the way, even the collar; formal suits without a tie, always his sobriety pin on his lapel). like it’s just a very good way of communicating his character.

sherlock’s “i will uncover new facts by studying them in a new location” philosophy and the fact that you might at any point open literally any door and find him staring at a murder diorama there

[toomanyfandoms02]

Date Day // Draco Malfoy x Reader

I give you a realistic Draco. I lowkey don't like writing him like this but I think this is just how Draco would be in relationships, realistically.

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Summary - Its the last day of summer before going back to school and you both plan a date day. (They are going into their 6th year before everything went to complete shit ahhaha) Tiny bit steamy near the end.

Warnings - ^^ Little bit of steamy at the end, nothing big.

Word Count - 1.7k

Draco and I had the whole date planned out. We didn't want to waste the last day we had before we had to go to Hogwarts for our 6th year.

Draco planned the first half, which was just beginning, and I would be planning the last half of the day.

Something that I think many of our friends (and even our family) had misconstrued was that Draco wasn't romantic. His tough exterior and demeanor made him seem calloused and ridged. Thought I will not lie to you, he could run quite thin at times. But his mom had clearly raised him right, he knew how to treat a girl.

So here we were, sitting on a picnic blanket behind the Malfoy manner. Draco had brought all of my favorite things to snack on. Cauldron cakes, Treacle Tarts, and Sherbet Lemons. Along with a little bit of fire whiskey that he snuck from his parents, which were not home at the moment.

We filled our stomachs with sweets and got ourselves tipsy on fire whiskey. (Draco insisted our next activity would be more fun if we weren't completely coherent.)

"One, two, three." And we downed another shot, I chased it with some water and shook my head from the strong alchohol.

"I think if we drink anymore we will be more than tipsy." I laughed, putting the bottle back in the basket. "Onto whatever you have planned next, yeah?" I grabbed Dracos hand and watched a smile creep onto his face, squeezing it to get another reaction out of him. His smile grew wider as he looked into my eyes.

"What are you doing lovely?" He squeezed my hand back with the same grin. It was so nice to see him smile, he seemed much more glum this summer than usual.

"Nothing at all." And with that I stood, bringing him with me. We quietly entered the house, making sure his parents were truly not home still. He set the fire whiskey back in their cabinet with a clink and entered one of his fire places, a fistful of floo powder in one hand and the other outstretched to me. I took it, stuffing myself next to him and holding onto his torso. He shouted a place I had never heard of before and we were suddenly in a shop.

"You know of muggle fairs." It came out more as a statement than a question, so I just nodded. "Well they've started a magical one." He pushed the doors open to the shop, revealing a bustling area filled with happy kids and adults alike. I could feel the fire whiskey hitting me now, and I could tell Draco was right.

This will be more fun when you're tipsy.

We ran around for hours playing clearly rigged games and completely failing at them due to our state. I hadn't seen Draco so giggly since we were kids.

And I loved it.

He was much more lovey and loosened up when he had a little bit of alchohol. He didn't think so hard. He would come behind me and hug my shoulders, kiss my neck softly when we were waiting in line for something. And when I was lucky, he would kiss me hastily on the lips. These were things he would usually do in private, where no one could see how soft he actually was. But when he was careless, PDA was nearly a priority for him.

After playing loads of games and winning only one tiny stuffed bear, we were off to my part of the date.

Any time it was my turn to plan a date, I tried to make it like this. To bring out a part of him only I could see, so we were watching movies at my house.

Now, my house was by no means the size of Dracos, he was born into a far more fortunate household. But we were fortunate enough to have a movie room. A simple room with a big tv and long couch to lay on. Or in our case, cuddle on. Draco had told me in the past how warm I was, and how much he loved that about me because of the contrast of his cold body. I laid a blanket on the leather couch, bringing two pillows and another much larger blanket along with it to drape on top of us. He lay down on the couch, his long legs outstretched. He opened his arms to me with a smile, patting his chest. I started The Breakfast Club and came to lay on his chest and across his body lazily. He stroked his hand through my hair and kissed my head multiple times as I pulled the blanket up to my chin.

"You really are warm you know." He said, his arm snaking mindlessly up my shirt. He traced patterns on my tummy with his cold fingers.

"Yes, I can feel that." I giggled, taking his other hand and kissing the back of it. "Maybe you should wear warmer clothes." I craned my neck back with a smirk to look his in the eye. He rolled his playfully and kept on with his pattern making on my stomach.

"I'm just cold-blooded darling." He stated. We watched through the first movie and I changed it to another, climbing back onto Draco differently this time, considering I was tired. I laid on my stomach, legs tangled with his. Wrapping my arms around his neck softly and setting my head on his shoulder into the crook of his neck. A planted a kiss there just to tease him, knowing he likes it when I do that. I felt his chest raise a little faster after the kiss, so I planted another, innocently.

A small huff could be felt from his nose on my neck. He brought his hand up to scratch my back, knowing it would stop and distract me from whatever I was doing, and it always worked. I would never not love these days. Days where we could sit in comfortable silence and enjoy eachother.

The second movie had ended and I stood with a stretch. I had been sitting for far to long.

"Okay, theres one more thing but it doesn't really count as the date. Do you wanna see me try on some new outfits I got? I had to get a new uniform, my old one was becoming a bit small." Draco nodded eagerly at the statement, letting me drag him upstairs to my room.

I shut the door firmly and picked up the pile of clothes and spread them out a bit, it wasn't much.

Now if this had been us a year ago, I would have told Draco to turn around. But for obvious reasons, this would not be the first time he had seen me with minimal clothes on.

"Now don't get all worked up." I pointed at his accusingly and with a small playful glare. His hands shot up in defense and he sat in the chair in the corner of my room.

I removed my shirt and slipped on the new sweater I had bought. It was dark green with a big white stripe in the middle on the chest area. Inside the line it read Slytherin and it had a collar. It was also clearly too big for me.

"I was hoping you would wear it sometimes so I could wear it after and it would smell like you." I told Draco, taki0ng it off and handing it to him. Slipping on my new white button up and vest, I slipped off my jeans to put the skirt on. Draco averted his eyes, he told me this was out a respect, for I did not ask him to look at me. He had told me that a few months ago. I found it incredibly sexy how respectful he was, what can I say, I find respect amazing.

But immediately as I put it on something felt off. This seemed even *smaller* than the one I had before. Maybe I was wrong?

"Draco, is this skirt suppose to be this short?" His eyes scanned up my legs, eyes widening slightly until he reached my face. I could see a clear blush reach his cheeks. It was quite amusing seeing Draco blush because when he did, it was so obvious on the contrast of his pale skin.

"I-I don't think so." He replied, flustered to all hell.

"I think they gave me the wrong one, damnit." I laughed, trying to make the skirt go as far down as possible but miserably failing when it didnt go any further than right past my butt. I looked back over at Draco with a pouty look, just to see him with his eyes nearly closed and addams apple bobbing in this throat. "You okay there Malfoy?" I teased.

"You're making it awfully hard not to get worked up when you look so beautiful." He said barely above a whisper, not helping that his hands slightly muffled the words.

"Oh you like this?" He looked at me with a look as if to say *No shit Sherlock*. I then made the decision to walk over to him, placing myself on his lap lightly. I ran my hands through his hair slowly, starting at his forehead.

"Must you tease me like this woman?" He complained with a whine, a thing you also don't hear much from Draco, any kind of begging or whining.

So I kissed him, pulling his head closer to mine and deepening it immediately. He kissed back with force, we hadn't done anything like this in a while. His hands wandered my body until they rested next to my butt. He grabbed at it and began moving my hips against his, I caught on and began doing it myself. We had done that for two minutes before I heard the front door slam. I jumped from his lap, yelling hi to my parents.

I looked down at Draco to see a *problem*.

"I'm going to distract them and say you're in the bathroom. Go take care of that." I laughed, my hand covering my mouth so I wouldn't burst into tears giggling.

"Very funny Y/n." He replied sarcastically, walking himself to my bathroom.

This date day went even better than I anticipated.

[sunflowerdigs]

So, I did a little sarcastic-y review from the salt mines for RNM 3x09. Warnings for excessive sodium content, Maribel mourning, a desire to recycle cardboard, and, of course, Malex opinions. Without further ado:

- Every time Michael smiles I forget for like 5 whole seconds how much I hate that Malex keeps me shackled to this show. Too cute that he brought Alex lunch (and probably hoped he could sneak a glimpse of him) and they're going on their first date (omg omg omg).❤❤❤❤❤

- Kyle should yell at people more. Starting with his garbage friends who left him in a barn without proper triage or jello cups while he was in a coma (why didn't they just keep him at DS if he's having appointments there anyway? Nevermind... ). Alas, he's starting his understandable rage tour with Uncle Edgelord, who, naturally, makes a dramatic statement and tries to leave. I am so glad Kyle called him on that.

- Delmanes would be cute if Greg didn't have the personality of cardboard. They've created a character who is actually only here to remind us of how special and amazing Maria is. Turns out that's not super interesting. And it's so painfully obvious that it's a pair-your-spares situation. I really wish they'd just give her Kyle, he has the patience of a saint. Anyway, Isobel's pigtails are cute af (rip my Isobel/Maria/Kyle heart - I would have taken Isobel interrupting Delmanes and Heather's post with pigtails today as signs if not for genetics).

- Anatsa and Isobel's development seems to have taken place completely off-screen, like everything else gay on this show, so I'm guessing it's gonna stick. Honestly...I guess this is controversial but Isobel and Maria have really good chemistry and a history. I know their bond is supposed to read "sibling" but it doesn't for me. And rather than waste time watching them flirt with these one-note (ah, Greg chimes in right on time with a convenient line any rando could have delivered) LIs, I'd much rather see them get closer. The whole related thing has thrown a wrench into it for me. That said, it's nice to watch a woman be encouraged to go after another woman. 🎉

- Alex the sci-fi/fantasy nerd figuring out immediately that the hallucination is his own subconscious is 100% legit. Much like Kyle not letting his uncle pull a classic tall-dark-and-broody exit, I appreciate Alex's 4th-wall break moment.

- Not Max and Liz proving that discussions about s2 drama can occur on Roswell New Mexico?! What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Isobel is actually acting a lot like Sherlock Holmes when he's on a case, from the wardrobe to the focus, and it's hot. Also, totally believable that Isobel would be able to pull up that pod from under the ice because we know she's been training even if it didn't happen onscreen. Because she told us. Just a suggestion.

- I love the idea of Jim Valenti as a double-agent, but I don't see how Eduardo thought he could keep Kyle safe by never knowing him. It feels like there's a lot more here Eduardo isn't saying.

- It wasn't a sister-fight that Maria and Isobel had, but whatever (no one got physically shoved or brought up a horrifying memory from 100000 years ago to shove in someone's face in public - doesn't count).

- Also, why would you waste a glass by throwing it into the fireplace? Wouldn't it just explode back in your face? Man, the show is trying so hard with Maria and Greg, I want to give them some kind of romance-novel award for effort (but not success).

- Not Liz and Max showing us that it's possible to move forward by discussing your past mistakes like adults instead of pretending they didn't happen!? What? Must be a straight thing. Lucky them.

- Draw a line on the bottle? No way, Valenti, he obviously wants you to chuck that whole thing straight into the fire in a fit of passion to prove that his words had an emotional impact.

- Also, Kyle wins the prize for this episode for that speech to Uncle Edgelord. Everyone go home. When do I get a Kyle and Alex spin-off where they travel the world, defying sci-fi tropes and seducing beautiful men and women?

- Not Liz and Max talking loudly about aliens while breaking and entering! This one is actually very believable, I take it back.

- It was idiotic of Liz to trust Heath. And Echo keep having this same fight because MAX IS RIGHT BUT THE SHOW WON'T LET HIM BE. Which is so obnoxious. I would forgive Liz for almost any sin (like, idk, getting a better romantic storyline because she's straight) because she's gorgeous and smart and tough and I wanna go live with her and her mad scientist energy on a deserted island somewhere. But she's being real dumb rn.

- I love the t-shirt and if Vlambase doesn't sell one I will. But he couldn't have held up a radio and blasted some Barry White? I feel like that would have cleared everyone but Alex put of the building real fast. Also, what is time on Roswell NM? Was Alex just setting the alarm every so often for kicks? Does Eduardo really not check in on staff who are working with dangerous technology for days on end? Also, why is this entire plot happening over a single goddamn episode instead of two or more so that we can really feel Alex wasting away under the machine's influence? The reason this twist is at all surprising is also the entire plot's undoing - Alex's demeanor wasn't exactly one of a man obsessed (or an addict, tbh) in his last scene.

- Anyway, back to Rizzoli and Isles. I definitely am always super excited to hear the details of my sister's sex life. All the time. That is totally a sister thing except where it's really not. Do any of these writers actually have a sister? I feel like they must because the Michael/Max/Isobel sibling chemistry is always bang on but Maribel is just...flirty lady city. Oh, and look, the beard just showed up with coffee to cockblock - it really is R&I!

- Back to Alex's plot line, which, much like Isobel's coffee, is Express To-Go. He's become haggard and worn in the time it's taken Michael's mom to find a cute sweater in the void. Seriously, we wasted like 3 whole episodes where Alex was presumably sitting in DS twiddling his thumbs and now he's being worn down by the machine in a single episode? Why didn't this plot start back in episode 3 or 4? Like...look, I don't come on here to be an asshole. But I just really hope they're taking note of what worked this season and what didn't because HOLY PACING FIASCO BATMAN. Just because you're giving us Malex doesn't mean everything else can just be hot garbage (not the acting, Taylor's doing his best to sell this). Also, when did Alex put his leg back on? I have so many questions but they aren't the good kind, so Michael better ride in soon and save this mess.

- Regarding what Nora is saying, it's fine, it makes sense but the zero build up makes it completely ineffective. Alex is afraid he doesn't love enough - it would have been nice to see that over several episodes instead of just being told in a burst of sudden exposition but, you know. Nice straight things we can't have, I guess.

- If Michael and Alex want their relationship to "purr" they could, idk, talk through their past misunderstandings like people in relationships do. Or the show could keep throwing exposition bombs at them, idek.

- Are those empty toilet paper rolls inside the machine? I knew the CW was budget but come on...

- And we finally get the Heath connection and it's to our brand new trope-y character, Wise Old Black Man Dallas. It's surprising but only because the 4th alien didn't exist before this episode. So, good job.

Overall, not the worst episode of RNM ever. I only wondered why I watch this show maybe 3 times this episode. And Michael's enthusiasm for Alex was adorable.

[celestialceci]

zukka sherlock au

((aka connie/the zukka nation 18+ fanfic channel made points))

 sokka is obviously sherlock here because that boy has the brains. loves being dramatic af and being right all the time. (also blue gay)

this pisses katara (mycroft) off to no fucking end. because she worked hard to get her REAL job and sokka decides he’s going to use his big brain energy to solve crimes. for fun. for no money. (also do not imagine katara in a suit right here... oh too late it’s happening)

suki moves back to town after having a major injury and is dealing with her frustrations over not being able to fight like she used to and her ptsd. can’t find a job. she reconnects with a friend who she says is looking for someone to split a flat with

enter sokka

suki and sokka get along like a freaking house on fire. she’s constantly amazed by sokka’s ability to pick on on the tiniest details and string together the most convoluted theories and end up right, and sokka finally has someone who treats his skill like genius and not like he’s a freak

detective inspector ty lee always calls sokka onto cases she knows are above her paygrade and is always the first to have his back, especially when sargent mai is being annoyingly skeptical

suki loves the adrenaline rush of going on cases even if she sometimes feels like she’s five steps behind sokka’s rapid-fire thought process, when in reality sokka relies on her to help him be focused or point out things he might’ve missed

and he’s not lonely anymore but uh who’s paying attention to that

everyone thinks suki is the only one sokka has any ounce of patience with, but that’s not true

because the super cute pathologist at the hospital is maybe the only person who’s opinion sokka relies on just as much as suki’s

zuko becomes a blushing mess every time sokka waltzes into the mourge and at first suki is horrified for him until she realizes sokka doesn’t even notice because he’s too focused on the burn patterns on this victim’s arms

which is a good thing she wasn’t there the time zuko tired to ask him out for tea and sokka just said “white with a teaspoon of honey, thanks”

suki want’s to smash her head on the lab table watching zuko pull at the collar of his rainbow-y jumper while he helps sokka with slides because fucking hell he won’t stop going on while sokka stares into space beyond the microscope eyepieces because he’s trying to figure out what the hell this interaction means

but zuko knows exactly how sokka likes his coffee and which chips from the vending machine he likes to eat between the hours of 3-5 am and that at 6 he likes to switch to croissants or a scone

when sokka realizes he’s going to have to fake his death in order to get azula off suki, ty lee’s and his sweet landlord iroh’s backs zuko is one of the first people he turns to

and mai has a crazy theory that they are in love with each other after that incident but it’s her little secret

after sokka has decided to go and be dramatic again and take down azula’s extensive network of criminals, and he returns to find suki confusingly angry at him for pretending to be dead for two years and punching him three times in one night after he interrupted her romantic date with her new girlfriend, he decides perhaps zuko would make a good replacement companion.

zuko is back to being a bundle of nerves as he sits in his chair with his legs crossed and in one of his gay little sweaters again while sokka is all intimidatingly hot in his perfectly tailored suit while they wait on a client

“should i take notes? is that what suki does?”

“you’re not being suki, you’re being you”

“...oh”

insert the solve crimes/have dinner scene riiiight here

suki comes around every now and then to go on cases with sokka when zuko has his actual job to go to (he’s starting to take less and less shifts at the hospital but sokka insists he keep the job so he can continue to take advantage of zuko’s all-access keycard)

and one day she’s like... so zuko, huh?

and sokka’s like ??? no ???? and suki’s like well you guys are acting exactly how we used to and sokka just ???!?!?’s even harder

because he’s a little too one-track mind for his own good

[daddymagnusbane]

LGBTQ+ characters in TMI as Types of Gay™️

Alec: black coffee gay, wears sweaters, constantly rubbing hands together to “keep warm,” communicates through scoffs, aces exam after studying for 2 seconds before class and drinking two Red Bull’s, political science junkie, fidgety fingers

Anna: fashion icon, eyebrow quirks, Long Looks™️, *androgyny*, drinks chamomile tea or hard liquor (there’s no in-between), never eats, aces the exam without studying, gestures when they talk, strangely good at everything they try to do

Matthew: loves dancing, drunk kisses everyone, winkkkkksssss, alcoholic, accessory king, hair always looks good even when it shouldn’t, bad driver, talks about his “fat ass” a lot but is actually skinny, would steal homework answers, secretly smart but comedically stupid, stare-out-the-window-and-think-about-life kinda gay

Helen: cottagecore gardener gay, reusable everything, bad at math but fantastic at history and foreign language, dog person but would love a cat too

Aline: teacher gay, favorite class in hs was English, could do art if they wanted but has no time, lots of iced caramel lattes, cries once every 8 years, *pained expression*, ���I’m disappointed in you”, likes baths more than showers but rarely allows themself the luxury, huuuuuuge legging bitch, thinks they are dumb but is actually smart, also a bad driver, gets nails done a lot because it shows “collectiveness”

Magnus: iconic/experienced gay, knows all the secrets, fashion to the MAX, more expensive = better, colorful lipstick, finger snaps, raised eyebrows, covers laughs with coughs, expressive earrings, killer ass, need I say more?, loves kids but acts too cool to show it

Thomas: only out to his closest friends and that one really chill history teacher, often looks skyward like he’s praying even though he’s an atheist, has a huge crush but it will never work because the guy’s straight as an arrow, taps feet a lot, *nervous energy*, really funny when he’s with his friends, good driver, really good at STEM but not super interested, yet another political science king, could be trusted to be the DD or hold your drink at a party, shaves because they hate having body hair, bad posture but gorgeous when you finally notice them

Alastair: loves high-end fashion but pretends not to, *judgemental*, very very strong, fits in with the guys in the locker room but always feels uncomfortable (not because they’re gay, but because the environment just upsets them), loves heavy metal, drinks water and black tea, loves science and foreign language, bad at English, wears eyeliner when his family is out of the house, amazing driver, quick learner

Mark: confused gay, likes learning about social issues but can’t decide on what subset he’s really passionate about, short attention span, loves kids, emotionally intelligent but can’t get above a C+ in any class, *blushes*, whitest teeth you’ve ever seen, all they know is that they want to be in love and have a family when they’re older

Kieran: model gay, flawless eyebrows, bedroom eyes for days, thing for dumb pretty boys, hates school, loves the driving but isn’t very good, rich bitch, loves spending money on their friends, often guilty about how they can’t help more people

Ty: Sherlock gay, smarter than you, hotter than you, sexy and innocent at the same time, best skin ever, loves animals, hates drinking, loves running but gets easily frustrated with competitive sports, hates crowded spaces, hates school not because of the classes but because of the people, reliant on others to interpret their emotions, once you’re friends with them it’s for life, hugger, *fluttery fingers*, sleeps with 700 blankets on, buries pain beneath a lifetime of knowledge like a walled tomb

Kit: reckless gay, whole life can be summarized as a speeding ticket, never eats breakfast but gorges on dinner, their metabolism could run 4 laps around the Pacific in the time yours catches up with last night’s cheese cake, ADHD, foster care kid, gets in fights but shows off black eyes like trophies, loves getting hickies, bites lip, pierced their own ears every couple of years just to spice things up, wears skirts for fun sometimes but not because they actually like look, naturally a really good ice skater for some godforsaken reason, hates sports but then for serotonin, has a really vivid imagination but doesn’t do anything artistic to put it to use, good with kids but doesn’t necessarily search out opportunities to use that ability

[talk1about7seventeen]

𖡼.𖤣𖥧 Admirer 𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Summary: Patton gives each of the sides, including Thomas a Valentines gift to show his appreciation for each and every one of them! 

Warning: Wholesome-ness, Remus being Remus, every character just being themselves, blood and gore, happy boy Thomas, good vibes, slight cursing.

Characters: All! (Remus, Thomas, Janus, Roman, Logan, Patton, and Virgil.)

Word Count: 1847

Ship/ Pairing: Thomas + Logan + Virgil + Patton + Janus + Roman + Remus (DRLAMPT) (Platonic)

AU: Sanders Sides (Normal)

I hope you enjoy this (late) Valentine’s Special!!! (,,> ᎑ <,,)

✧ʚ .·:*¨༺♡༻¨*:·. ɞ✧

“Good morning Thomas!” Patton rose up, with his hands folded behind his back, hiding something from Thomas’ line of sight. “Oh, hey Pat, you look cheery today.” Thomas smiled at the side, wearing a graphic t-shirt of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s beautifully written and preformed, Hamiltion. 

“How couldn’t I be? Today is such a sweet and fantastic day!” He giggled, smile wide and bright. Thomas tilted his head to one side in confusion. “What’s so special about today?” 

“Aww, you haven’t forgotten already, have you?” Thomas thought for a moment, realization hitting him. “Oh! Valentines day.” His face lit up and then dulled as he fully took in the information. “Why so gloomy, kiddo?” 

Thomas let out a sigh, looking down at the ground. “Another year without a date...” He ruffled through his brown hair, feeling his heart sink. “Well, this year is gonna be different!” Patton bubbled. “How?” His eyes darted up to meet Patton’s gaze. “Ta-da!” He pulled a bag from behind him decorated in hearts and ribbons, colored pink, white, and red. 

Thomas focused on the bag, unsure of how this colorful bag could fix the rain cloud that poured over his mood. 

“Hello, my color-coded companions! What a perfect day to look so dashing~” Roman rose up, adjusting his emblems. “Princey!” Patton announced. “You always look good!” He told Thomas’ fanciful side. 

“You got me a gift!? How sweet!” Roman practically had stars in his eyes as he looked at the bag in Patton’s hands. “It’s actually for everyone, Ro!” 

“Logan! Virgil!” Patton called, summoning the other sides. Logan rose with a Shakespearean classic in his hand. Roman gasped loudly. “Romeo and Juliet! You’re finally reading it!” 

“Well, I took your argument stating why I should consume such literature into consideration. Mainly due to your incessant request. I figured the sooner I read it, the sooner you wouldn’t bother me about it.” Logan responded, without looking up from his book. 

Virgil appeared soon after, with headphones in his ears. “The gang is all here!” Patton giggled. Virgil took one side of his earbuds out of his ears and looked around him. “Why was I called? I was in the middle of something.”

“Like what? Listening to your, rock and roll, contemplating all the ways Thomas could embarrass himself by trying to ask someone out?” Roman retorted.

“For your information, Princey, I was listening to a compilation of Disney classic love songs, not that you would care.” 

“Before you two go on with your cute banter---” Patton started. “I wouldn’t call it cute.” Virgil muttered. “I got you guy’s a little something!” Patton held up the bag for everyone to see. 

“I thought instead of focusing on what we don’t have, I thought we could spread a little love and focus on what we do have, each other!” Opening the bag he began to pull out various items. “For you Roman!” He handed the side a box wrapped in pink wrapping paper covered in sparkly hearts. 

“Oooo~!” He tore away the paper and opened the box to find a heart themed painted mirror. “So you never forget how beautiful you are, Roman!” 

“This....is...AMAZING PATTON!” Roman ran over and wrapped his arms around the side, pulling him in for a warm hug. “Exactly what I needed.” He walked back over to his side of the room, admiring himself in the mirror, smiling at the little hand painted decorations on the reflective surface.

“Logan,” Patton turned to the side. Logan closed his book and looked up, making eye contact with his good friend. “Here!” 

Logan grabbed the present which was a thick DVD case with a shiny red bow on top. “A copy of all four seasons of Mark Gatiss’ Sherlock! I hope you like it, Lo.” Logan’s eyes widened and a smile crept onto his face as he stared into the gift. His smile dropped as he realized they were all staring at him. “This is...” He looked up at Patton and cleared his throat, trying to maintain composure. “This is satisfactory.”

“Virgil!” Patton turned to the rather anxious side, who jumped at the mere mention of his name, not expecting it due to the loud music blaring in his ears. Patton handed him a five inch purple Squishmallow. Virgil’s eyes lit up as he took the adorable plushie in his hand. “You got me Brenda the Butterfly.” Virgil said in disbelief. “I thought you could use a cuddle-buddy if you got lonely.”

“Squishy....” Virgil mumbled as he held the stuffed toy close to him. “And Thomas!” Patton looked toward Thomas who had a huge smile on his face. Patton handed Thomas a pink colored book which read in multi-colored words on the front: “Sanders Sides famILY”

Thomas opened the book gently, his eyes fixated on the various pictures of each side as well as hand written notes and drawings on the various colorful pages. “Patton....this is wonderful.” Thomas gushed. “I’m so glad everyone likes what I got! I figured we needed something to cheer us up.”

Everyone in the room was mesmerized with their gifts. Everyone except....the dark sides. “Hey uh, kiddo!” He looked to Thomas who was enveloped in his book. “Yea?” 

“I’ll be right back! Don’t have too much fun without me!” Patton gave a little smile and sunk into the floor, traveling to the darkest part of Thomas’ mind.

---

“Good morning Dee!!!” Remus announced as he walked up to Janus who was reading something. “I got you a lil’ something.” He snickered. “If it’s another one of your dead animals, I don’t want it.” Janus said coldly. 

“Not at all! I’m giving you something live today!” The scaley side looked up at Remus, whose eyes were filled with mischief. A knife appeared in Remus’ hand and with two hands he jabbed the metal object in his chest and began to slowly drag down to the middle of his torso as blood squirted out of the opened wound. Janus stared at the intestines that wriggled inside Remus’ body and held back a gag. Without looking away, Remus dug one of his hands under his rip and yanked out his beating heart, still attached to the rest of his system. “See? I’m finally giving you my heart, Dee~” He threw his head back and let out a maniacal laugh.

“I said, I didn’t want anything dead.” Janus set down his book. Remus reared his head back in front of Janus. “It’s obviously still beating.” The veins on the fist-sized organ were prominent. “Wow, exactly what I wanted.” His voice was heavy with sarcasm. 

“Uhm....hello...” Both heads turned to see a rather shy Patton standing in the room with them. His hands shook as he held onto his bag tighter. “Well, look who it is~!” Remus licked his lips. “Is that...a real heart?” Patton couldn’t look away from the blood covered thing in the demented side’s hand. 

“Ignore him, he’s barely house trained.” Janus stood up and walked over to the nervous boy. “My question is,” he started, peering over Patton. “Why are you here?” he emphasized his words. “I uh---I....” Get it together, Pat! He told himself. “I got s-something for you!” He hid his face, holding out the bag. 

Janus and Remus looked at each other with confusion. “....why?” Remus asked, his expression twisted with questions. Patton looked up and swallowed the lump in his throat. “It’s Valentines day....! And I thought I could get everyone a little something...”

“Everyone...including us?” Janus looked at Patton’s face and then to the bag. He grabbed the bag as gently as possible and opened it. His eyes widened as he pulled out a yellow sweater with multiple sleeves. “I thought you might want to keep warm since Logan told me snakes can get cold in the Winter.” Patton explained, trying to place how Janus was feeling.

“Oooo!!! What’d ya get for me, glasses?” Remus pushed his heart back in his chest, the wound closing up like a zipper. Patton pulled out a tray of assorted candies in the shape of different body parts, both human and animal.

“Wow! This gives me a great idea!” Remus snatched the tray and ran into his room.

“Uh...thanksss...” Janus blushed. “I didn’t think anyone else thought of us like that.” Patton gave a little happy sigh. “Happy Valentines day, Janus.” 

---

At the end of the day, Patton returned to his nostalgic dream-land of a room and noticed the door to his bedroom was open. As he walked in he noticed gifts piled in the center of the room.

He pulled out LED lights with a note on it that read, “I thought this would be an adequate addition to your room.” ~Logan Sanders. His hand writing was as neat as can be, not a mark out of place.

Next was a bouquet of red roses and a box of assorted chocolates. Patton smiled to himself, Roman...

He knew the one to follow was Virgil’s present right away. It was a hand stitched stuffed animal of a cute frog with a little sky blue bow tie. Patton also knew it was from Virgil since there was a little letter with the list of love based Disney songs he was listening to earlier in the side’s messy and dark handwriting.

Lastly, there was the Polaroid from Thomas of all five of them that they took earlier that day with everyone’s initials on the bottom as the words, “To our favorite dad, We love you Patton!” Tears started to swell in his eyes at all the love he had from his dear friends. 

As he stood up and went to close his bedroom door, he noticed a plain cardboard box that had randomly appeared in the doorway. He picked it up, closed the door, and walked over to his bed, setting it down gently

He unfolded it and his eyes widened. The first thing his eyes landed on was a bloody Ziplock bag with Remus’ heart in it. Attacked to the clear bag is a letter that read, “Here, have this, I got exstra anywayz!” ~Remus. There was smudges of what looked like pen ink, chocolate, and dried blood on the note.

Next was a letter that could only be from Janus. “Thanks for the gifts, it was really nice of you. (No this isn’t sarcasm) Also ignore Remus’ spelling, bitch barely passed Kindergarten.” ~Lord of the Lies.

There was another Ziplock bag with a dissected frog with it’s limbs and other body parts scattered inside of it. There was a final note attached to it, “I didn’t know what to get you so Remus got you another gift. It’s called, Sort The Frog. You essentially have to put the frog back together and when you do, you win a prize. Have fun with that. (This is sarcasm)” ~Janus Sanders.

Even though their gifts were exactly what Patton expected when it came to the dark sides, he still smiled. Today was truly a wonderful Valentines day.

[kajaono]

Why you should watch CBS Elementary

This show had the misfortue to be released during BBC sherlock season 2 to 4 so many people didn’t paied attaention to it. Reasons why you should give it a try:

Plot

The story is a modern Sherlock Holmes adaptation.

Similar to BBC Sherlock it plays in modern 21st century but is set in New York. Sherlock is still british though. Season 1 starts with Sherlock just being released from a rehab center and Joan should help him to live a clean life without any drugs. During that time they start to solves cases together. Every season has up to 22 cases with a overall plot.

Sherlock Holmes:

Even though he is a tattooed ex-junkie (his words btw) he is closer to the ACD then many other modern Sherlocks (including BBC) ever where. He is a super nerd. He is grumpy, but once being your friend he would do anything for you. He is sarcastic and of course super clever and most importantly, ready to learn. He is ready to learn how to be more polite, how to open up to other people, how to be more human. Which is amazingly written and makes this show really personal, while never letting you forgot that Sherlock is a 1000x times cleverer then you. His drug addiction is a heavy story focus with him going to meetings, getting medals etc. Self care is one of the main center of this show. Also self grow and self acceptance. Also did I say that he is a nerd? Only major difference, he is really interest in women and really sexual active (nothing explicit of course) That, on the other hand, doesn’t mean he is 100% straight

Joan Watson:

Let me make that clear: Her being female doesn’t make her into Sherlock love interest. In contrast to ACD she was never part of the army but a  professional surgeon. She quit the job to help people after being released from the rehab center. She is as sarcastic as Sherlock and a good match for him, because in the beginning she is the only one who can deal with Sherlock. Later she starts her own detective career and solves cases on her own, which is really refrshing to watch, because with practise she becomes nearly as good as Sherlock. Also her chinese roots are never forgotten and often refrerred to.

Canon references:

When i say that there are a lot of references then the are A LOT of referneces. One epsiodes is named: The geek interpreter (got it?), at one point Raffles gets mentioned, we see Sherlock in box clubs, having the Bakerstreet irregulars, Sherlock breeding bees and so much more. Some tiny details you don’t notice when you watch it the first time. It is a blast for canon fans to find all the little hints and easter eggs.

Representation:

The focus of the show is not on LGBTQ representation, but one of the orginial acd!canon characters is trans (guess who) and there are more non-white people in the cast then white people. At one point Sherlock is dating a disabled woman and it is multiple times hinted that Joan is not straight (for marcus and Sherlock as well btw, see below). The show is diverse in its own way. In a way that you can not live in NY without getting in touch with LGBTQ and disabled and people of color, without necessarily yourself belonging to one of the groups... and i mean Joan and Marcus Bell are both non white. So for a crime show the show is doing pretty good and imo a lot better then BBC Sherlock because it allways treats their diverse characters good.

Shipping

Normally I am: Joanlock/Johnlock.” Here i am more on board of: OT3!” but it actually doesn’t matter because this show treats all ships with respect which makes shipping a lot of fun in this fandom. Of course you have plenty of nice Joanlock moments, but also Joan x Marcus, Sherlock x Marcus (especially in season 6) and Sherlock x Joan x Marcus. The whole thing gets even better that it gets multiple times implied that both Sherlock, Joan and Marcus swing both or all ways. But also shipping them with other side characters in fun in this show

Nerdy Humor:

... just because. Seriously, watch the show!

Clyde:

Yeah, did i mentioned the pet tortoise that Mrs hudson is knitting little sweater for?

Also the fashion is amazing, Lucy Lui in a lot of suits:

You see i have a lot to say about that show. It is my favorite Sherlock Holmes adaptation, with also a well written Kitty Winter, as well as a lot of surprises for Moriaty and other characters.

I could go on and on why this show is amazing, but just watch it for yourself... also the intro is the most beautiful i know.

And please do not get repulsed by the aboslut horrible promo pictures

[yetremains]

“...”

“Well damn, alright.” Yang downed the rest of her tea quickly, before gasping for a breath as she shoved her cup away.

“Lightning round, lets go!”

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

“It was in my young teen years, 15 I think. I’d been dating that individual for a couple weeks before they abruptly decided to kiss me then and there. We’d been dancing around the subject for a while. It wasn’t spicy or romantic, merely spur of the moment. Was sweet though. The year after that we had broke up and remained friends for a while until we lost contact.”

french vanilla: how old are you?

“You shouldn’t ask someone their age when they been through shit. Too god damn old is the best answer if you must know. I’m older than 28, trust me. Don’t let looks fool you. But hey, I’m getting even older come December 25th!”

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

“Do places long gone count? Can I say Home? Nah probably not. So three places let’s see... Japan, China, Romania. The actual places not whatever anything makes them out to be.”

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

“I know a damn lot of languages actually. Sometimes it’s hard to think of the right words to say because of this, knowing so many. It’s one reason I’m so odd with my way of speaking. However, I would not mind learning some dead languages. If that doesn’t count, then... Persian?”

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

“Ah hell. I mean, I’m not much of a cosmetic expert here. I work with whatever I really need for a music show or for just every day. I could say L’Oreal because I’m worth it joke but that seems in bad taste. If I was using cosmetics just for the enjoyment or to look special, I just try and get whatever works for me.”

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

“Answered this one~!”

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

“Plenty. I’ve decided to learn a few different ones so I can mix together my own music needs of demands arise for it. But I really enjoy stringed instruments or wind instruments. I carry a small harmonica or Ryūteki in my packs.”

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

“Not easy to give an answer for, I’ve got a really broad taste. But I’m thinking something with a heavier beat at the moment-”

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

“Oh come on this makes it harder. As I said, broad taste. I can find enjoyment in many kinds of music and lyrics. Can’t exactly answer a favorite song for life here.”

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?

“Which zodiac are we talking here? There are a lot out there. But the first one into my head is Capricorn. I am on the 25th of December.”

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

“As nice as the ocean can be, fuck the ocean. I’ll enjoy the coast line just fine but you won’t catch me swimming that far out in it. There is damn good reason why I don’t like the ocean much anymore. I’ll relax in a pool or a lake or river, thank you.”

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

“Good question. I’ve made a few social media posts that exploded. But that’s probably not fair considering the music I do. I think my most popular is from years ago when I spray painted a statue of a certain someone to look like a baboon.”

bubblegum: books or movies?

“Both! Why choose? I enjoy both quite a bit. and besides, Books can always be there no matter what. And can hold so much valuable information depending what you are reading.”

pistachio: manga or anime?

“... Both again? But I prefer novels. This is more a guilty pleasure.”

salted caramel: favorite movies?

“I can’t remember the last movie I watched, if I’m honest, let alone a favorite movie.”

birthday cake: favorite books?

“Hmmm. Hard one. I enjoy the collected works of Edgar Allen Poe? There is Shōgun. The Mark of Zorro, Sherlock Holmes, Bram Stoker Dracula... There’s several.”

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

“Not exactly applicable, I don’t remember the name of any I like when I was young.”

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

“The same as above. Wow I am old... I should really get in touch with these things again.”

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

“Hah, I loved science and history. A damn lot really. I’ve used both to really help my self along and it’s come in handy. My need for knowledge had me spend a lot of time researching.”

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

“I’ve not had any pets since I was a rookie. Never had the time to truly care for one, and now with a hectic life, I’m not gonna do that to an animal.”

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

“Suppose just to exist and have something to do between pit stops.”

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

“It is torn between two for me. A nice warm day, clear, maybe with a gentle breeze. Some clouds above, and calm. That’s the ideal outing day... But, I suppose due to my birthday, I can enjoy a soft snow coming down,some snow on the ground, watching through a window with tea in hand while bundled up and warm. Much prefer clear day though.”

black cherry: four words that describe you?

“Now that’s just not fair. Let me think... Loyal, Determined, Caring, Protective.”

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

“Being reminded of my failings and those I’ve lost... the people I’ve hurt... Thinking about friends I wish I was closer too but too fearful to be that close. Hm. I can also be stressed out by far too much stimulation for my brain at once that it can spin my gears way too quickly.”

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

“Again, broad tastes. But depending on my mood or feelings, it changes what my favorite kind of music can be. But I will always enjoy something gentle and calming.”

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

“I’ve always been partial to chocolates, or cream items.”

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

“Ever hear of a game called Egyptian Rat Race? Also known as Egyptian Rat Screw, dunno why of course. I learned this game when I was a kid. 52 card deck, deal to each player until the deck is entirely used and everyone has a pile face down. Starting to the left of the dealer players pull the top card off their pile and place it face-up in the middle. If the card played is a number card, the next player puts down a card, too. This continues around the table until somebody puts down a face card or an Ace. When a face card or an ace is played, the next person in the sequence must play another face card or an ace in order for play to continue.If the next person in the sequence does not play a face card or an ace within their allotted chance, the person who played the last face card or an ace wins the round and the whole pile goes to them. The winner begins the next round of play.“

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

“Uh... Admittedly not often. With my metabolism problem I absolutely should, considering the demanding needs. I just can’t always bring my self to do so, the will for it isn’t there. I do snack though.”

dark chocolate: turn ons?

“Ooohh boy... Now this one has me turning a bit red here. I mean there is biting and tight holds, the usual stuff. But... I’m not gonna list a lot here, a turn on can be blindfolding me if I trust my partner enough.”

fudge: turn offs?

“Being an asshole, for one.”

peach: how do you relax?

“A nice cup of tea, maybe some soft music, and let my mind unwind a little. That’s if I’m alone. Otherwise a gentle conversation with a friend about small things... Once upon a time long ago I would have said long hugs or cuddling. Not an option these days.”

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

“I’ve not read The Golden Compass, that has been on my to do list.”

superman: do you like sweaters?

“Weird how this one is with sweaters... but yeah I can enjoy sweaters in the right weather. They can be soft and warm, comfy. Great for cold days.”

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

“I drink both actually. But if I have the option for a good tea I’m going to take it without hesitation. Yet the spark of energy from Coffee can’t be denied.”

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

“Without a doubt, Taisho-goto. Have you seen one of those? It’s so intricate and amazing, and can sound wonderful. It can be used to play all sorts of things. Fascinates me that the item was half inspired by a typewriter.”

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

“Oh a few times actually. It’s been a good long while now since I’ve gone that far, but it’s come close. But once upon a time this has happened!”

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

“To Become A Functioning Website.”

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

“Now that’s just kissing and telling...” (( I’d also have to tag and dont wanna spam. ))

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

“Oddly specific, but... Variations of ‘One time she punched me in the face. It was awesome.’. “

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

“Uh, natural and colorless? I’ve not painted my nails in a while.”

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

“I have yes.”

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

“Again, yes. We’re not gonna go into this can of worms.”

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

“Sometimes. There comes the occasion when one does get exhausted and needs a damn nap.”

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

“Get way too flustered and accidentally admit I liked someone.”

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

“Completely! You say we’re going to get Sushi and you have my full attention.”

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

“Home unfortunately.”

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

“Nope! I’m thankful for that, but one day I have no doubt that’s going to change.”

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

“Mochi green tea, chocolate chip mint, red bean, Strawberry shortcake... Gelato raspberry or orange cream.”

[britishchick09]

sherlock s2 ep 1 livewatch

welcome to a new (cumber)batch of eps! i’m excited to see all the iconic moments in this one :D

i haven’t even played the dvd yet and it’s glorious :’)

ooh it starts with a ‘previously’!!!

JIM MOIARTY HIIII!!!! :D

moiarty is amazing (and this recap is so dramatic!)

OMG SHERLOCK NECK FRECKLE! :o

also seeing the old channel 8 logo in the corner is so cool! :D

HOLD UP why is bee gees playing

IS MOIARTY A BEE GEES FAN???

‘staying alive’ lol funny since he’s about to get shot :D

moiarty: “SAY THAT AGAIN!!!!!” say that again QUIETER MOIARTY GEEZ

and he just walks away!!!

shoe sherlock cool

sherlock 2 NOW

oh no it’s irene alder...

masterpiece INTRO YAAAASSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

me watching sherlock be like:

the masterpiece trust is just rich people cool

omg the viking river cruises spon is the same as today! :D

woah they’re playing a movie trailer! :o

it’s a british movie obviously and i’ve never heard of it OBVIOUSLY

the scottish host guy is talking and i love it :D

host: “his mind has more apps than an iphone” lol

“a series of his three most famous cases begins! are you ready?” HECK YEAH LET’S GOOOO!!!!!!

YAS the blog scene!

sherlock: “what are you typing?” john: “a blog... about us”

lady: “i think my husband is having an affair.” sherlock: “yes”

sherlock thinks cases are boring except

sherlock ‘cases don’t need titles’ holmes

WOAH SHERLOCK JUST TOLD A LITTLE GIRL THAT DEAD PEOPLE BURN :o

lestrade: “any ideas?” john: “eight so far” wowza :o

sherlock ‘don’t mention the unsolved cases’ holmes

glasseslock!!!!! :D

eyyyyyyyy ;D

people want pics of sherlock and john do johnlockers exist in this universe? :o

lol :D

irene is seductively putting her hand on lockie’s newspaper pic ewww :(

mrs. hudson hates the fridge

THUMBS IN THE FRIDGE FRIDGE THUMBS

mrs. hudson: “BOYS YOU’VE GOT ANOTHER ONE!!!’ *insert meme here*

ooh it spins into a flashback!

OMG JOHNLOCK VID CHAT!!!!

sherlock’s in the sheet! :o

*phone rings* sherlock: SHUT. UP!!!!” lol :D

john’s holding his laptop around lol :D

john: ‘there’s a mute button and i will use it” aka the 2020 president debates

woah some random guys are in lockie’s house and john needs a helicopter what’s up with that????

BUCKINGHAM PALACE YAAAASSS!!!!!!!

john looks under...

giggly!!!!!

♥

mycroft is the queen now

BOI LOCKIE’S LIKE ‘what for?’ TO PUT PANTS ON OMMGGGGGGG

john smol be like :o

guy: “mr holmes the younger”

LOCK BUTT LOCK BUTT NOOOOOOO

john be like o///o ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

o lockie’s’s in clothes again :/

mycroft doesn’t trust the secret service welcome to america

:(

i don’t like irene not because there’s apparently a thing between her and sherlock but because she’s a bit creepy!

THERE LIKE THAT!

sherlock: “photographs of whom?” ooh how fancy

sherlock: “laters!!” lol! :D

irene’s friend is named kate like channel 8 being called ‘kaet’! :D

fashionista! :o

yes this is ‘the right armor’ lockie

john: “you didn’t even change your clothes!” lol :D

sherlock: “go on punch me in the face” lol :D

watson: “i always hear ‘punch me in the face’ when you’re speaking in subtext” ...wut o_O

WORST BATTLE DRESS EVER NNNOPE IMMA HEAD OUT

are sherlock and irene being shipped because they were naked in the same up

irene: “i could cut myself slapping your face” louise belcher wants your number

bi john when he sees irene: o///o “...i’ve missed something haven’t i?”

sherlock isn’t affected by naked irene thus i headcanon him as aro/ace (or even demi/ace in john’s case like my own holmes character) thank you and good night

irene just sits her bare butt on the chair why

JOHN SISTER NANI???? :o

also this font is so basic WHY LOCKIE

irene: “somebody loves you” *glances at john* ok i like her a tad she gets it ;)

john: “put something on, please. like.. a napkin?” lol :D

irene’s like ‘why’ JUS LIKE SHERLOCK BUT I SHALL NOT SHIP THIS SHIP THE SHOW IS TRYING TO SHIP

also john giggles at naked sherlock and is like ‘plz no’ with naked irene (although i would be too that lady is OUT THERE)

ooh antiques roadshow! :D

also she’s dressed like lockie NO

irene: “brainy is the new sexy” plz no :(

she took her clothes off ‘to make an impression’ yep

WAIT  they were just outside now they’re back in wut???

irene was born in the 80s cool :D

WOAH why are there more guy with guns?

and *le gasp* AN AMERICAN????

DON’T SHOOT JOHN AMERICAN!!!

ooh what was the code? :o

EPIC SLOW MO FIGHT YOOOOOO

DANNNNG IRENE JUS GUN SMACKED A GUY

sherlock just flipped a phone LIKE A FLIP PHONE OHHHH

irene is number 1 sherlock fan besides john confirmed

at first i thought it was a fandom phrase but it’s not! :o

WHY DID IRENE JUST PUNCH SHERLOCK

SHE’S WHIPPING HIM????

this reminds me of a certain sw ship... :(

yeah i don’t ship them AT ALLLLLL NOW

the key code is irene’s measurements DOES SHE MEAN...

the camera’s spinning FLASHBACK???

woah are they in the case?? this could be sherlock’s mind palace!

irene: “you got that just from one look? definitely the new sexy” NONONONONOO

outside bed

awww sweet bby ;)

did john tuck him in?

CRAP it was ireneeeeee >:(

the way she says ‘hush now it’s ok...’ is like count olaf in the hostile hospital when he drugs violet :o

LOCKIE’S FIRST WORDS WHEN WAKING UP WHERE JOHN awwww :D

OMG DID JOHN REALLY TUCK HIM IN awwww!!!!!!! ♥

lestrade filmed loopy sherlock lol :D

john: “ahhh back to bed!” awww :)

sherlock: “iiii’m fine i’m absolutely fine!!!’ drugged sherlock is a treasure ♥

sherlock: ”why would i need you?” john: “no reason at all” :)

ew was that an irene phone moan gross

DID SHERLOCK CHANGE HIS TEXT NOTIF TO THAT???

mrs. hudson: “family is all we have in the end, mycroft holmes!” mycroft: “oh shut up, mrs. hudson!” john: “my-“ sherlock: “MYCROFT!!!!” lol :D

mrs. hudson: “it’s a bit rude that noise isn’t it?” indeed!!

sherlock: “you can follow her on twitter” TWITTER IN THE HOLMESVERSE????

sherlock: “there’s more! much more” but wait... THERE’S MORE!

LOCKIE VIOLIN!!!!! :D

THE CHRISTMAS THING WASN’T A FAN MANIP HOLY YAS!!!!!!!! :D

cool sweater john!!! :D

:D

molly: ‘having christmas drinkies then?” wallace wants walkies thank you very much

john: “she’s off the booze!” sherlock: “nnnope” john: “shut up sherlock” lol

john to sherlock: ‘take a day off” lockie doesn’t know the concept mr doc

DID SHERLOCK NAME MOLLY CRY???? :o

HE KISSED HER????

sherlock still has the irene moan after all this time WHY

finding irene on christmas coolio :D

molly: “how did sherlock recognize her by... without her face?” ;)

sherlock smoking bad >:(

WOAH IS IRENE DEAD?????

VIOLIN YAS!!!! :D

smiley smiley :)

awww sherlock plucked a bit :)

OH CRAP IRENE’S BACC

john: “you flirted with sherlock holmes? “someone jellyyyy ;)

OOHH THIS IS THE IRENE JOHNLOCK SCEEENE!!!!!!! :D

irene: “you jealous?” john: “we’re not a couple!” irene: “yes you are.” ;)

john: “i’m not actually gay” irene: “well i am” IRENE LESBIAN GOOD!!!!

irene: “look at us both” (or perhaps bi like john could be...?)

biiiiiig door creak

UGH american... >:(

someone comfort mrs. hudson!! :(

sherlock: “take away your boys. it makes up for too much stupid in the room” he’s surrounded by idiots...

OMG SHERLOCK PEPPER SPRAYYY

awww he’s comforting mrs. hudson :)

john comfort! ♥

the guy’s tied up like the foody moody in bob’s burgers cool :D

awww mrs. hudson’s in shock :(

sherlock: “mrs. hudson leaving baker street? england would fall!” awww! :D

john says ‘alive’ like an irish guy :D

OMG IT’S NEW YEAR!!!!

happy violin new year! :D

sherlock’s xraying a phone lol

john said ‘in your bedroom’ BUT IT’S HIS AND SHERLOCK’S

and irene’s! :o

sherlock: “who wants to kill you?” irene: “killers” lol :D

sherlock said ‘the strand’!!!! :D

irene looks better without lipstick :)

the code is ‘i am SHERlocked’ HOW DO THEY NOT KNOW???

random john middle name reveal lol :D

FOR BABY NAMES NOOOO

john’s is hamish and eugene’s (from tangled) is hoarace... it’s the weird h middle name club! :D

sesame street time :D

...what in the world did sherlock just spout

john said ‘flight double o 7′ JAMES BOND REFERENCE????

MYCROFT IS SAYING ‘BOND ERE IS GO’ yep that’s bond!!!

sherlock didn’t notice john was gone for 2 hours lol :D

ooh sherlock says ‘second world war’ instead of ‘world war two’ :o

NONONONONNONONONONNOOOOOOOOO

sherlock: “that’s not the end of the world, that’s mrs. hudson” lol :D

mycroft: “that’s the deceased, always late” hey yeah :o

WOAH HE JUST CALLED SHERLOCK NAIVE AND IRENE A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS :o

oh hey irene

irene: “jim moiarty sends his love” ha ha funny love :D

WAIT MOIARTY CALLS SHERLOCK A VIRGIN??? :o

THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS NOOOOO

bada bing BADA BOOM!!!!!!!!!

wowza it’s been 6 months since they met???

sherlock: “sorry about dinner” *leaves* yesss :)

i’m glad they didn’t kiss and just held hands that was nice to make johnlock dreams fly :)

OMG IRENE LEGIT DIED THIS TIME BY BEHEADING!!!!! :o

john told sherlock she was in amurica good :)

lockie wants her camera phone aww :(

way better than any hand holding irene and sherlock did! ♥

awww irene texted sherlock goodbye :(

ew the irene moan one last time...

sherlock laughed and called her ‘a woman... the woman’ awww :)

that was a bittersweet ending! :)

aaaand it’s over!

next time... ;)

that was a great season premiere!!! irene was kind of cool (i like how she and sherlock were just friends) and the mystery was engaging as always. and of course... it was nice finally hearing lockie’s violin!! here’s to next time! :D

[wafflewarriors]

To Jump Again

@rosaren2498 Requested: Sherlock X Reader: Reader goes on a date with Jim and he drugs her. She wakes up on the top of a tall building. When Sherlock gets there, Jim threatens to drop reader over the edge, using a gun to keep Sherlock at bay. John, on the roof of another building, ends up shooting Jim in the shoulder and Sherlock just barely catches the Reader. Sherlock thinks that because John technically saved Reader, that she'll want to be with him but she tells him she's been in love with him for several years.

My notes: It's not exactly what you requested—very very similar—but not exact. This kind of just came out and I didn't want to stop it. I think you'll like it anyway. Enjoy! :)

...

Sherlock was practically bouncing off the walls. He was anything but calm, going through some sort of tantrum only a brilliant consulting detective would undergo. His fingers twitched and ran along the fabric of his trousers and then would curl into fists. He searched for another letter and threw an encyclopedia over his head, not caring where it landed. His Belstaff coat waved and fluttered as he paced the flat, muttering to himself. He itched for a good case, but there were none to find. For once in his life, London was quiet.

Just as Sherlock stormed out of the living room, John strolled in with a coffee cup in hand. He sent a curious look back before approached you. “I figure he’ll be at it for a while. You planning on going out?”

You were prepared to say no, but you caught your tongue. What would a little you-time hurt? You could get a drink, maybe relax for the rest of the evening. You deserved it. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I might do that." You stood from your chair, grinning at the army doctor.

John smiled and clapped a hand on your back. "You enjoy yourself. I'll stay here and make sure he doesn't tear the flat apart."

You laughed.

///

Going out for the evening made you realize how often your world revolved around Sherlock Holmes.

The man always had a case to keep you and John on your toes. And when the day was through, the two of you had made a routine of making hot chocolate and watching the telly until you both fell asleep on the sofa. You tried to invite Sherlock, but he was quick to excuse himself. You figured he wasn't interested.

John was nice. You had a hunch that he liked you. He was overly kind and would ask questions spontaneously, curious in your responses. Again, John was nice, but your heart just wasn't clicking. It didn't click like it did with Sherlock.

Tonight you had decided on Speedy's Cafe. It was a typical choice of yours, but the fish and chips were calling to you. And a childish grin pulled at your face when the plate was set in front of you, steam rolling off the chicken as you tore it.

A man strolled up, hesitantly smiling. He was well dressed; his clothes sang classy. After hanging out with Sherlock so long, you began to notice small details, like the expensive wristwatch or the way he held himself. This was a confident, rich man. Possibly dangerous, but somewhat enticing. What's the harm in a little danger?

He gave you a lazy smile, cool as a cucumber. "I just saw you from across the diner. And I couldn't help but notice your beauty. Could I buy you a drink?" His voice was smooth. Flattery. That's one way to get the girl.

Is he date worthy? You examined him. His black hair was slicked back and his suit was elegant and dark. Like a raven or a silver fox. And the dimples that formed when he smiled were rather charming. His eyes were dark and he was the night.

Wow. Okay. That was poetic. 10/10. He's dateable.

Rats. You're staring at him too long. You still need to answer his question.

Habitually, you would skip out on alcohol. It made it hard to focus on difficult or dangerous cases, and hangovers the day after were rather discouraging. However, you decided to treat yourself today. "That would amazing. Thank you!"

"Not a problem." He turned, catching your eye before slinking off to the bar like a panther.

You sunk into your chair a bit when he was out of view. You were posing like some sort of house plant. Idiot. You might as well leave right now before you embarrass yourself. It's why Sherlock doesn't care for you.

You stayed. At least give him a chance. Let him decide if you're an idiot or not.

As these thoughts sunk in, you saw him approaching again. Too late now. The man set the drink in front of you, settling himself in the chair across from you. He put out a firm hand, grinning at you. "Jim."

You told him your name, beaming back at him.

The date was nice. Refreshing, even. You could feel the alcohol working in your system. It made you a bit floaty feeling, but in a pleasant way.

After a little while, however, it turned on you. The room spun about you and you shut your eyes. It was the lights. The lights burned. You felt a headache forming. Why..? You shook your head, standing. You were tipsy and almost wiped out onto the floor if a hand hadn't caught your arm.

It was Jim. "Sorry," he apologized to a nearby family, who was sending concerned looks. "She got ahead of herself. Completely wasted."

The hand pulled on your arm, leading you out of the building. Why was it pulling? What was going… You crumpled as you vomited on the pavement near the diner. With a clumsy hand, you wiped your mouth. You felt disgusting. What had been in..? Why were you so..?

What?

///

John got a call at 10 o'clock.

He sighed, getting up from the sofa and abandoning his late night telly to find his phone.

He did a double-take at the caller. He stared for a small second before muttering. "Mr.Chatterjee?" He was the owner of Speedy's Cafe.

"Mr.Chatterjee?!" Sherlock bellowed from his bedroom. John listened as the detective flew down the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. He burst around the corner, marching over to where John held his phone. He took it from John's hands to inspect the screen.

John nodded. "Yeah, not sure why he's calling us so late."

The phone stopped ringing, and then began ringing again as Mr.Chatterjee called a second time.

They both stared at it.

"It must be urgent."

Sherlock hummed. "Yes, it must." A quick finger allowed the call. He put it on loudspeaker.

"John?"

"It's Sherlock."

"Oh. Well, hello. I was concerned about your lady friend tonight. I thought I'd call and make sure she arrived home safe."

"Mmm, no. She hasn't shown up yet."

"Oh, dear."

John sent an alarmed glance to Sherlock as he said evenly, "Why? What's wrong?"

The sound crinkled through the phone, signifying movement. "Well, there was a gentleman with her tonight. Said he'd take her home. She was half-awake when they left."

"And you just let them leave?"

"He was very convincing, mind you. A waiter here actually told me about it. She was worried for her. Said he spun quite a tale…" He sighed, clearly distressed about his decisions. "It gnawed at me for a while. I figured I couldn't be too careful. I guess I'm glad I called."

John breathed, "I am too. What'd he look like?"

"I didn't see him, unfortunately. Waiter said he had black hair, dressed nice. A real fox of a man, she said: clever, handsome, but also deadly. That reminds me. He left a note on his tip." There was some more choppy background noises, like he was opening drawers in search for something. "Oh, here—it says 'IOU'. Now whatever could that mean? I mean, I know it's—"

Sherlock pressed 'End Call'.

John observed the detective, who refused to remove his eyes from the phone screen, stuck in a memory. The color in his face had blanched to a pale grey. He patted Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock's bright eyes were dull with fear, finally linking with John's. "It's him."

John blinked in bewilderment. Mr.Chatterjee? "H—". No. Moriarty? He blinked some more, denying the idea. "Moriarty? He's dead. He's—"

"It's him." Sherlock ran his hands through his hair, pulling and tugging like it would plant solutions into his brain. He shook his head. "It's him, John. It's Moriarty."

///

Most of it is a whirlwind of fading memories and feeling miserable. You just wanted to lie down. Why wouldn't this man let you lie down?

The sky was a blurry shadow with grey splotches where stars should be; granted, your vision was unfocused. It was night now and you just wanted to sleep. This man was intent on bringing you somewhere.

You were packed into a car. Now that your were lying horizontally, your eyes began to droop and your neck fell back with the weight of your head. But before you could pass out, you were quickly escorted out.

Or… they tried. Your legs gave out, resulting in arms sweeping from underneath you. The wind was bone-chilling. You curled into your sweater and, though a feeble effort, tried to preserve some warmth. Your muscles in your arms had gone completely lax and your legs trembled. You were paralyzed and just barely able to observe what was going on. "What…" you slurred.

When you opened your eyes again, you were staring 4 stories down at London. You were sedated, therefore all you could do was watch the cars pass as you distantly remembered how dangerous this was. Why couldn't you..?

The man, what was his name? Jim. He held your collar and forced you to lean just enough over the edge of the building so you peered down at those on the sidewalk.

Huh.

A noise shuffled behind him. Jim sang, "Oh, Sherlock Holmes. You're late."

"Let her go, Moriarty."

Jim gave a dark laugh. "Poor choice of words there." He faked a push, to which you flailed, and then grabbed your collar tighter so that you would wheeze when you breathed, like a chained dog.

Sherlock took a cautious step forward.

"Maybe… there isn't anything you can do. Maybe… I just want you to watch her fall because you couldn't save her." Jim laughed to himself. "Oh, do I love to watch you flounder. So helpless when it comes to the lives of those you love." He hummed. "But, I guess that's not what you came here for. So tell me, Sherlock Holmes, would you jump again?"

Sherlock watched him. His face was unreadable.

Before Sherlock could answer, a gunshot sounded and Moriarty crumpled.

Sherlock managed to grab your sleeve before you toppled off the roof. You were completely limp in his arms.

"John Watson! My, what a good shot you are!" Moriarty cackled turning to face the army doctor behind him. "Wow!" Blood seeped through his hands.

Sherlock couldn't move.

John took over, checking your pulse and prying open your eyelids to take a look at your pupils.

"It's Rohypnol," Sherlock finally said.

John didn't look up. "I'm a doctor, Sherlock, I know."

Sherlock was silent.

///

“I don’t remember anything.”

"Rohypnol. You were drugged last night." He fluffed your pillow and laid a blanket over your form.

Your muscles were tense and aching, while your skin tingled and itched and numb in random patches. You shook your head. "But the… but the thing… he..." Your head hurt really bad, like a hangover without the nausea. You were restless, and so confused. What happened? Headaches. Headaches happened. "I don't remember anything." You were angry.

"That's normal."

Your mind was slow to process everything still, but when you looked around the room, you noticed an absence. "Where's Sherlock?"

John shrugged. "Around. Probably tripping over himself trying to find another case."

You frowned. "He didn't visit me?"

"Mmm, not that I know of. He's been sort of distant lately." He stared at the smiley face spray painted on the wall. "Very distant…" He stood. "If you'll excuse me for a bit. Here, I'll put on the telly." He quickly passed the remote to you and left the room.

He peered in the kitchen, finding no one. He made his way down the stairs and to the door. He opened it, walking outside. It was snowing.

"Sherlock."

Sherlock didn't look to John. He stood at the side of the door, staring at the light traffic that drove by.

"You can't punish yourself, Sherlock. You froze up. It happens. Get over it and get in there! She wants to see you."

Sherlock didn't bother denying John's accusations. It was true. There was no use lying to John Watson; he saw right through the detective's facades. "She almost fell."

"Yes, she almost fell. It could have been me, and if you'd been just a little less brilliant, it could have been you." John berated him. He was clearly angry. "I just don't understand it."

Sherlock finally looked John in the eyes. "What?"

John kicked at the snow. He scoffed, "What. What. You're oblivious, that's what! You can read a man's story by the stain on his tie or the scar on his cheek, but you can't even see it, can you?"

The blank stare Sherlock gave him answered his suspicions.

"For a genius, Sherlock, you're an absolute idiot."

Their silence was masked by the howling of the winds and heavy snowfall.

"She loves you. And I don't get it. I try to get her attention. I really do. She's not interested in the slightest. You—you ignore her and she still loves you. She loves you." John glared in frustration. How could Sherlock not see? "She loves you and you even try to love her back."

Sherlock continued to stare. John suspected his brilliant mind finally short-circuited.

John breathed deeply, calming himself. His tone became gentle, possibly disappointed. Maybe sad. "Now get in there. She's asking for you."

///

You perked when the detective walked in, beaming at him. "Sherlock!" You muted the telly, more interested in the man before you. "Well, don't be shy, come on—"

"I'm sorry."

That was unexpected.

You let out a snort. "Come on, it's not your fault. I got myself in a stupidly dangerous situation." You grinned. "Sounds like someone I know, eh?"

Sherlock did not smile. "You almost fell because of me."

You stubbornly shook your head. "Nope. Nope. We are not playing the blame game. Come and sit. Watch some telly."

Sherlock did not go and sit. "John’s the one that saved you."

"We're really going to do this? Sherlock, it's not your fault."

"I froze up."

"And I forgive you. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? Now, come here—"

"I love you." Sherlock was very serious. "I didn't realize it before. I took you for granted."

The fluttery feeling in your stomach eased some of your pain. "Well, I love you too, for the record. Maybe I could have a better date?"

And Sherlock softly smiled.

[thepurplevampiregoth]

Sanders Sides - Prinxiety | Look Where Apologies Lead

Roman was absolutely and positively irritated with himself. Twice already today, he had snapped at the purple-wearing emo he had crushed on for so long, and it wasn't even four o'clock yet.  He had snapped and taunted the emo instead of telling him how he actually felt. Virgil had stormed off to his room after insulting him in return with a glare.

 Roman sighed and went to the kitchen to get some tea. He was thoughtlessly humming ‘Be Our Guest’ as he put the tea into his Beauty and the Beast flask. He took some deep breaths, not noticing Patton in the room, who was starting to get food together for dinner. Patton heard him and greeted cheerfully, “Hi kiddo.” Roman bit his lip, “Hey Patton.” Patton frowned slightly, “What happened?” Roman sighed, “I had a fight with Virgil because I was being stupid and reckless again.” Patton patted his shoulder gently, getting a cookie for Roman to have with his tea, “Sit down and tell me what happened?” Roman shook his head, taking the cookie, “I can’t sit down, I’m a little… antsy. I’ll stand and tell you though, Patton.” Patton rolled up the sleeves of his Winnie the Pooh sweater, preparing ingredients for chicken and broccoli bake, “I’m listening, kiddo.” Roman took a deep breath and ate the cookie before taking a gulp of the tea and replying, “So, he did something adorable and I insulted him because I couldn’t compliment him because I’m not brave enough.” Patton replied, “What did you say to him?” Roman gulped, knowing that if you insulted something to do with Virgil, Patton would likely come after you with a stern talking to. He replied in a small voice, “He was wearing this new Jack Skellington sweater under his hoodie and he looked so sweet and fluffy, like a little emo kitten and I wanted to tell him that he looked adorable but instead, I opened my stupid mouth and said ‘There’s like three months to October, right? Isn’t it a little early for Halloween?’” He sighed and asked Patton in a voice that said he was very irritated with himself, “Why do you think I’m so mean to him?” Patton softly replied, turning around from mixing the saucepan full of pasta, chicken, broccoli and sauce, “I’m not sure kiddo. Things will work out in the end. I think it’s because you two clash a bit because of your different styles.” Roman shook his head and exclaimed, talking more to himself than to anyone, “No! It’s because it’s easier to humiliate, degrade and generally shit all over someone than to admit that you love them!” Neither of them were to know that the eyeliner-wearing emo was outside the kitchen door and had heard all of this conversation. He was confused, worried and wondering what was going on. Sure, he had feelings for the prince too, but he had pushed them aside, repressing them because he thought the only thing the prince could ever have for him is distaste and hate. Virgil went back to his room, forcing the cup of frigid coffee down his throat. He had been going to the kitchen to get a fresh cup, but this would do for now. He took a few harsh, deep breaths and paced. Virgil tried to take deep breaths, but his thoughts caught up with him. ‘What if he doesn’t like you at all? What if he was talking about someone else? Who are you kidding, of course he was talking about someone else! He doesn’t like you, and he’ll never love you so quit while you’re still down.’ Virgil thought unhelpfully and gathered every blanket and pillow he could find, practically burying himself under his small pillow and blanket fort. He didn’t notice it at first, but he drifted off to sleep, nestled into one of Roman’s sashes that he may have stolen when putting on a wash in the washing machine once. It smelled like Roman and oddly, it made him feel safe and secure. Patton knocked on his door an hour or two later, worried that he hadn’t shown up to dinner. He opened the door after not getting a reply and called out, “Kiddo?” Virgil’s head snapped up at hearing the paternal man’s voice, “I’m coming Patton, you’ve no need to face the creepy-crawly-death-dealers for me.” Patton smiled at the words, “Okay. Meet you in my room?” Virgil nodded, “See you in five, popstar.” Patton beamed at the dad themed nickname, “You got it, kiddo!” He walked to his own room. Virgil wiped off his makeup and reapplied it. The foundation, concealer and matte powder in the palest shade possible hid his scars and bruises well. He applied his eyeshadow then; in the darkest purple he could find. He walked out of his room and into Patton’s room. Patton smiled at him, sitting on the bed waiting. Virgil chuckled, noticing the poorly hidden blue tie peeking out from behind one of the pillows. Patton tilted his head in curiosity but then he spotted the tie and blushed darkly, trying to hide it but gave up and shyly exclaimed, “Shush!” Virgil smirked a little, “It’s okay, Patton. You and Sherlock’s secrets are safe with me.” Patton smiled softly, “Thank you. …but why weren’t you at dinner? You need to eat something, Virgil.” Virgil sighed, “Fine, I’ll go make something now.” Patton shook his head, “I made chicken and broccoli bake.” Virgil patted his shoulder, “Thanks. I’ll go get some now. …I also need more coffee.” He went to go and get the empty purple travel cup that was festooned with black bats from his room. He brought it into the kitchen and froze, Roman was there. ‘Of course he’s here! Patton likely shooed you in here so you could patch it up.’ Virgil thought to himself. He silently dished up some of the pasta bake and put it in the microwave for a minute and a half before making some coffee. He growled a bit when he found that someone had the audacity to put it on a high shelf and he couldn’t reach it. He went to go and get a stepladder, but Roman beat him to it and reached up on his tiptoes, tall height helping him as he passed it to him, “Sorry, Remus likes hiding it because he’s possessive of it.” Virgil raised and eyebrow, but shook his head and made coffee, putting it back where it belonged. He bit his lip, anxious to be the first person to speak or try to clear the air. But it turned out that he didn’t have to. Roman spoke gently, “I can’t apologise enough for being so cruel earlier. It was a horrible thing to say and I am so sorry, Virgil.” Virgil took a shaky breath, meeting Roman’s eyes, “It’s fine, Princey. Just be careful next time, ‘kay?” Roman put a hand on his shoulder, making eye contact, “No, I mean it. I’m sorry.” Virgil bit his lip, sucking in a breath at his touch. He fought the urge to feel butterflies in his stomach at the feeling.

 Roman noticed this and dared to hope that he wasn’t alone in this. “Hey um… Virgil?” He nodded, “Yeah?” Roman chewed on his lip, “Can I ask you something?” Virgil spoke slowly, “Maybe… that kind of depends.” He sighed, “But, go on.” Roman asked him, looking into his violet eyes, “There’s this guy that I really like, and I’m really stupid. Whenever I see him, I want to compliment him, tell him he’s amazing and cute and adorable but all that comes out are insults and hurtful lies.” Virgil raised an eyebrow, hiding his feelings and putting on a nonchalant air, “So?” Roman blushed a little underneath his foundation and setting powder, “So, I need your help. He’s um… like you.” Virgil made himself chuckle, forcing a smirk on his lips, “So the mighty prince of Disney managed to fall for a lowly emo?” Roman blushed darkly, it was faintly showing underneath his makeup, “Y-Yeah. And so what if I have? He happens to be an amazing person!” he exclaimed. Virgil gulped a little, finishing his food, “Question?” Roman smirked a little, “Answer.” Virgil rolled his eyes, “So… this guy. Have you liked him long? Where’s he from?” Roman decided to just say it, because it would be hurtful to both of them to hide his feelings any longer, “Virgil, do you know any other emos that I know?” Virgil froze, thinking to himself, ‘I’m the only emo he knows.’ Virgil felt his breathing speed up and his heartbeat race. He bit down on his lip, shaking his head, “You… you can’t like me back. You can’t! You deserve so much better than me. I’m nothing.” Roman cupped Virgil’s chin in his left hand, forcing the shorter man to look into his blue eyes, “You are amazing, fantastic and adorable. I will fight you on that, Jack Sweetlington.” Virgil blushed darkly at his reaction and tried to look down. Roman’s gaze softened, “If anyone isn’t deserving here… it’s me.” Virgil cupped his cheeks with his hands, glaring at him, “Don’t. You. Dare. Don’t you fucking dare, Roman. You’re wonderful, brave, gorgeous, courteous and brilliant. Don’t you dare think otherwise or… I might just have to tell Patton that I’m not the only self-loathing one at this pity party.” Roman gave him a mock-scandalised look as he playfully replied, “You wouldn’t dare!” Virgil smirked, “Try me.” Roman grinned, coming closer to the shorter man, “Now, just what exactly do you mean by that, creepy cute cookie?” Virgil blushed again but kept his gaze, “Kiss me.” he bravely stated, deciding that he might as well go for it, while Roman was still here and he didn’t miss the opportunity. Roman smiled softly at him and leaned down to place a feather soft kiss to his lips. Virgil removed his hands from his cheeks, wrapping his arms around Roman’s neck to pull him closer. The feather soft kiss was sweet, but Virgil didn’t need sweetness, there wasn’t time. Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist and smiled warmly against his lips. Roman broke the kiss after a few minutes. Virgil stared up at him, violet eyes boring into blue ones. Virgil bit his lip and asked, if not a little shyly, “So um… are we dating now or…?” Roman beamed at him, stroking his hair a bit, knowing better than to so much as touch his face in case he hurt him, “Nothing would make me happier, storm cloud.” Virgil smiled a bit, “I’d like that too, sword wielder. So… we’re both a bit original with nicknames. Can I list a few and we’ll see if you want to be called them or not?” Roman smiled, holding him close to his chest, “That sounds wonderful, Jack Sweetlington.” Virgil blushed again, “I’m fond of that one.” Roman chuckled at this, “I thought you would. No, go on.” Virgil replied,  “I thought of ‘my drama king’, ‘my prince’, ‘my ragdoll prince’, ‘strawberry’, ‘your royal redness’ and ‘rose’.” Roman kissed Virgil’s nose gently, “Those are all so perfect, storm cloud. I have my own for you too! Want to hear them?” Virgil rested his head on Roman’s shoulder, “Sure.” he replied with a smile. Roman held him close, almost protectively so, “Mine are; my storm cloud, my purple cloud, my pumpkin king and violet. But to match the ones you thought of, since they’re so lovely, how about… my dark prince, my emo, my pumpkin king, blackberry, your vibrantly violetness and aconite?” Virgil smiled warmly at him, very gently stroking his cheek, careful not to rub any makeup off, “Those are perfect.” Roman smiled warmly at him, “Will you be my boyfriend?” he asked happily, practically jumping up and down on the insight with happiness. Virgil nodded, “I would love to. Not everyday you get to date a prince, right?” Roman chuckled, kissing his forehead, “Oh shush, you.” Patton spotted them and almost squealed in excitement, “Are you…!?” he asked excitedly, tugging the sleeves of his Winnie the Pooh sweater down, it had been a birthday present from his boyfriend. Logan walked into the room and noticed Patton’s excitement but became worried because he seemed over excited, “Cupcake, what’s wrong?” Patton ran over to him and hugged him close, fidgeting excitably, “I have reason to believe they’re dating, blueberry muffin.” Logan chuckled softly, “About time if you ask me.” Patton grinned, “I don’t disagree with you.” Logan fondly teased, “For once.” Patton blushed. Roman held Virgil close and shyly told Logan and Patton, “Yes, we are dating.” Virgil held onto Roman as though nothing else mattered but holding on tightly to him.

 Patton grinned widely, “Yay!” Roman chuckled and turned to Virgil, “I don’t suppose you want to go and watch the Nightmare Before Christmas, my pumpkin king?” Virgil felt his heart flutter as he replied softly, “You’d watch Tim Burton for me, my ragdoll prince?” Roman chuckled, “It’s Disney too, so of course. Let’s go, my emo.” Virgil smile, taking his hand in his, “Let me lead the way, my prince. I have a special edition copy of the DVD in my room. Plus, I have blankets and pillows.” Roman grinned, “I’ll get snacks and you get it started. It’ll be perfect! We can cuddle and watch it.” Virgil warned him, “I’m not stopping singing just because you’re there.” Roman chuckled, “Cute creepy cookie, you’re silly if you don’t think that I’ll be singing too.” Virgil affectionately rolled his eyes, “I’d better go get it set up then, your royal redness. See you in ten?” Roman smiled, “Perfect, my pumpkin king.” With that, Roman got some snacks and drinks while Virgil could be seen going off to his room to set up the DVD of the Nightmare Before Christmas.

[barry-writes]

Switch, Switch

Requested by Anonymous: Barry and the reader switch bodies because of a meta and they have to stay like that for a couple of days.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 2231

A/N: Hey, guys! This request was really fun so I tried my best to make it interesting for everybody. The ending is not so good because I couldn’t find anything else to write, but I hope you like it anyway lol. Let me know your thoughts! x

Masterlist

You woke up this morning feeling refreshed after a well-deserved good night of sleep. The day before you had stayed at STAR Labs the whole time assisting the team with a very hard to get metahuman. The Flash was able to catch her and take her to the lab, where you were responsible for locking her up in the pipeline. 

You still quite don’t know what her powers are exactly, but during the fight she was disappearing and appearing all the time and fast through the crowd, it was even hard to figure out which one of those people was actually her. After all of that adventure you felt so tired that when you got home it felt like you had passed out on your bed. 

You slowly started opening your eyes and stretching your limbs, feeling your clothes a little tight to your body. While you stretched your legs you felt your feet dangling from the bed, causing a cold sensation. You sat up a little confused, running your hands through your hair. And that’s when you felt something was really wrong.

Your hands went for your locks, but they weren’t there anymore, the back of your neck was completely bare. You brought your hands down and analyzed them, noticing that your small hands with nails painted black were now big, with long and lanky fingers. It all felt like it was happening in slow motion, just like a movie scene. You started yelling and ran out of bed, standing in front of the mirror in your dresser and, when you saw your reflection, you couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t you at all. The reflection was of Barry Allen. 

Your screams were cut short by pure confusion. You got closer to the mirror, crinkling your eyebrows and running your hands on your face and then on your body. You moved around and made weird faces to check if the reflection was actually right, and it was. 

“Yep, there’s definitely something wrong here”, you whispered in disbelief. “Did I take something last night? What the hell is happening to me? I must be dreaming, this isn’t real”, you tried to reason with yourself.

You jumped a little when your cellphone started ringing, taking you by surprise. You saw Cisco’s face on the caller ID and quickly picked it up.

“Cisco, oh my God”, you said rapidly. “Thank God you called, I really need help”.

"Y/N, is it you? Your voice is -”

“I think I’m sick with a strong fever or hallucinating and oh my God I think I might be dying!”, you cut him.

“Yup, it’s Y/N”, he chuckled, but soon returned to a serious tone. “Listen, you’re not dying, I think... But something happened. You need to come here right now”.

“Ho-How do you know something happened?”.

“Because your body is here, but it isn’t you”, he sighed. “It’s Barry”.

“What the hell?”, you exclaimed loud.

“Come. Right. Now”.

He hung up on you and you very nervously started to get ready to leave. You searched through all your wardrobe and drawers to find something you could use, because clearly Barry’s 6 foot tall body wasn’t going to look so good on your skinny jeans or skirts. You luckily found some old sweatpants and a hoodie that he had left at your place on one of your movie nights. As for shoes, you truly couldn’t find anything that would fit on his feet.

“Now how the hell am I going to dress up? I can’t just see Barry’s naked body like this”, you talked to yourself. “Wait a minute!”, a mischievous grin approached your lips and you just started running.

Suddenly everything in the room started flying away as it was taken by yellow lightning. When you stopped, you were already fully dressed and, well, barefoot. You decided to try his powers one more time and ran to get to STAR Labs. You stumbled a few times and missed the way, but eventually you got there. 

You entered the cortex to find all your friends standing there, eyes widened looking back and forth between you and...you. Except it wasn’t you, it was just your body, dressed in really oversized jeans and a sweater. 

“What the actual hell?”, you said looking at the body right in front of you.

“Y/N, is it really you?”, Barry approached slowly, looking at himself up and down, shocked. “What is going on, you guys? This is messed up”, he yelled.

“Why am I Barry?”, you said in the same tone as him. “Do you know how this happened?”.

“We are not sure yet”, Cisco said. 

“And how exactly can we change this?”, Barry inquired.

“We are also not sure”, he said almost scared.

“This is completely insane! How is this even possible?”, you were freaking out.

“Well, to be fair a lot of weird, impossible things have already happened to us, so...”, Iris spoke up.

“Yeah, people with powers being criminals and stuff, but never waking up in my friend’s body! It’s a girl’s body!”, he exclaimed. “I really really need to pee but I can’t just do that! I put on these clothes on top of my pajamas!”, he was desperate and everybody was visibly stiffling a laugh.

“Um, thank you for not looking at my naked body?”, you said. “I also haven’t...you know. I used your speed to get ready so I wasn’t able to really see anything”.

“Okay, that’s... nice, I guess. And why the hell are you not wearing shoes?”, he looked down, raising an eyebrow.

“Barry, I’m a small person in, like you said, a girl’s body. I don’t have men’s footwear lying around at my place”.

“That’s fair”. 

“Also, I need to pee as well. And I’m like, really hungry”.

“Right, which takes me back to HOW THE HELL DO WE FIX THIS?”, Barry desperately looked at everybody.

“Okay, let’s calm down a little”, Caitlin said. “Why don’t we all sit down and relax for a moment? Let’s get you something to eat and then we’ll talk, calmly”.

You and Barry looked at each other with an understanding look and, with a sigh, you both sat down at a nearby desk. Iris and Cisco brought you coffee and some pastries. You carefully ate them, trying to calm yourself down.

“This just doesn’t make any sense, you guys”, you talked lowly. “If Barry and I had fought and needed to learn a lesson to see how much we care about each other I’d understand, but literally nothing happened”.

“You- Are you basing this on Freaky Friday?”, Cisco asked.

“…Maybe”.

“Glad I’m not the only one”, Barry said almost to himself.

“Alright, let’s just put our brains together for a moment”, Iris said. “What happened to you that was different? Like, did you walk near some place with radiation or something? Anything you remember that could’ve started this?”.

“No! I was here the entire time yesterday and then went straight home!”, you replied.

”So did I”.

“Then something happened here”, Cisco affirmed.

“But how?”, you asked. “Shouldn’t it have happened to everybody, then?”.

“Maybe it was something specific with you two, I don’t know”.

“Why don’t we just relive yesterday, shall we?”, Iris suggested. “Let’s go step by step. How did the day start?”.

You both proceeded to tell them about your previous day in detail, going through everything.

“…Then Barry brought that meta back here, I cuffed her, locked her up and went home. Honestly, after that I don’t really remember much, I kinda just passed out and woke up this morning, like this”.

“Now that you’ve mentioned, I also don’t remember much from when I got home. I think I just slept right away”, Barry added.

“Interesting…”, Caitlin said. “To me it looks like there’s only one thing in common in both routines”.

Everybody kept looking at her with an unknowing look, she just sighed.

“The metahuman, you guys!”.

“But we don’t even know what her powers are!”, you said.

“Exactly, what if she’s a body switcher?”, Cisco inquired a little more excited than he should be.

“Is that even a thing?”, Barry asked.

“Maybe it is! Maybe that’s why we kept losing her in the crowd, because every time she would have a new body!”, he exclaimed. “Ha, that’s kind of amazing!”.

“Do you think it may happen when she touches someone? Because that could be how you both got switched: Y/N was the last person that touched her to put on the dampening cuffs and Barry was the one before that to bring her in. Maybe she used the last wave of her powers right when you touched her, before the cuffs could restrain them”, Caitlin explained.

“That’s a lot to process”, Barry said rubbing his temples.

“That could be it, I guess? But that still doesn’t answer how Barry and I can get back to normal”.

“Good thing the meta is just downstairs”, Iris said with an arched eyebrow. “Who’s in?”.

“Oh, I am”, you said getting up. “She better give me my body back”.

“Hell yeah!”, Barry agreed with you, getting up from his seat.

“Wait, first we need a plan”, Iris suggested. “She’s not just going to change you back for nothing”.

“Yeah, Iris is right”, Cisco agreed. “We need to offer something that she can’t refuse”.

You talked for a moment and elaborated your plan. Then, you made your way to the pipeline. Before that, they advised you to put on Barry’s Flash suit to not give away his identity. As the gate of her cell opened up, you could see the woman’s purple hair starting to appear behind the glass window, a devilish grin on her lips at the sight of you.

“Took you long enough”, she said in a mocking tone.

“What the hell did you do?”, Barry inquired.

“What do you think I did, pretty girl? Or should I say, pretty boy?”, she laughed.

“So it was you!”, you said frustrated.

“Yeah, it was, Sherlock”, she replied with an unamused tone. “Honestly, I thought you’d have put the pieces together a little faster”, you all looked at each other and rolled your eyes. “Really? C’mon! Faster, got it? Because he’s The Flas-“.

“Listen here, lady”, you said louder, banging your hand on the glass. “You’re going to tell us how to undo this, and you’re going to do it right now!”.

“Why exactly would I do that?”, she raised an eyebrow.

“Because we are here to offer you a deal”, Cisco stepped in.

“A deal?”, she scoffed.

“Do you really think we’d just come here and expect you to help us on your own free will? C’mon, we’re not stupid and we know you aren’t either”.

“What could you possibly have to offer me?”.

“Your freedom”, he said matter of factly. “Switch my friends back and we’ll let you go”.

“You’ll let me go? Just like that?”, she crossed her arms. “I don’t buy it”.

“Well, you should”, Barry said. “Because this is literally the only way we have of going back to normal and we would very much like our own bodies back”.

“Huh, you have an interesting point…”.

“Take it or leave it. But just think about it: if you leave it, nobody wins. We stay like this forever and you stay locked up forever”, you affirmed.

“Fine”, she groaned. “I’ll switch you back”.

“That’s what I thought”, Cisco smirked.

Iris pressed down the button of the cell and the glass opened, letting the woman step out. Cisco carefully removed the cuffs from her wrists and she told you to come closer, which you did attentively. She placed one hand on each of your shoulders and released her powers. You could feel a tingling sensation followed by dizziness. You felt your body shutting down for a moment, and, when you opened your eyes again, you were you.

“I’m back!”, you said smiling, running your hands through your body.

“So am I!”, Barry exclaimed, rushing to give you a hug.

“That’s cute and all, but can I go now?”, the woman said calmly.

“Oh, yeah, that’s…”, Barry started saying as he ran around her, putting the cuffs back on. “…not gonna happen”.

“What?”, she yelled angrily. “We had a deal!”.

“Well, sometimes the good guys lie, too”, he said with a smirk. “You’re going nowhere”, he started taking her back into the cell.

“This is not fair!”.

“Putting me in a man’s body was also not fair, so”, you gave her an ironic smile. “Enjoy your time”.

As you were leaving the pipeline you could still hear her screaming and threatening you, but all you did was laugh and high-five each other.

“She really fell for that, man”, Cisco chuckled.

“Too bad for her, I guess”, you said nonchalantely. “All I know is that now I can pee, take a shower and get rid of these gigantic clothes, thank you very much”.

“And I can put on my shoes”, Barry said and you chuckled. “Wanna a ride home?”, he offered putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Obviously. I’m in a hurry to be myself again!”.

“You know what? Tonight is actually movie night. Are you still down?”, he asked.

“Sure, as long as we don’t watch Freaky Friday, though”.

You laughed together as Barry rushed you home, both of you eager to get back to normal right away.

[daredevile]

Illuminate [3/5]

Summary: James Barnes, an upcoming artist in Brooklyn lives a routine life. It’s all sunshine and rainbows until you show up at his building, hesitantly becoming his roommate.

Warnings: None - Steve Approved! [Bunch of fluffy goodness]

A/N: Heyo! Haven’t posted anything in a while so here ya go! I actually really like this chapter for some reason. Also, don’t know what’s wrong with the speech marks. This is for @ruckystarnes​‘ AU writing challenge. Enjoy! 

It was sheer serenity he desired. Sifting through crowded streets with the chilly October breeze in his fingertips. Though the comforts of his home provided an incomparable shield from discord and destruction, he craved the delicate simplicity in observing passerby. The light hum of the piano, the burst of giggling children, the little tease of sunshine from the sky - all transposed into miniature doodles onto make-shift paper.

A quick tug to secure his beanie from the crisp breeze - hands inching to crawl back into the warm sweater sleeves - and an apparent reddening of his cheeks from the winter winds. His eyes fluttered up, catching sight of you entering a nearby coffee shop just like you always do. An involuntary grin tugged on his lips as he stood up, crumpling the paper into his pockets and following your path.

“Black coffee huh? Never would’ve thought.”

His laughter filled your ears, a scowl appeared on your face as you placed a hand on your heart from his sudden outburst. Ignoring the judgemental appearance from the woman in front, a spin on your heels and he’s leaning rather close to your shoulder.

“James, what the hell - are you stalking me?” He smirked at your expression, raising an eyebrow at your absurd question.

“Sweetheart, you’re not that interesting.” A pout emerging when you casually slapped his shoulder, “I was just sketching and wanted some coffee and catch up with you. We never talk.”

“We live together.”

An innocent flutter of his eyelashes.

“Ok fine, I left my keys at home and I have an important call soon.” He impatiently pulled on his sleeves, feet tapping along to some familiar melody, a light shade of pink settling on his features when you stared - hands firmly gripping onto the keys in his pocket.

“There we go. Knew there was a reason you voluntarily spoke to me. In public.”

“Yeah, you got me, Sherlock. Let’s go.” A small nudge from his shoulder as he grabbed the coffee, scrunching his nose when the cold gust of air whirled inside.

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“How’s Romeo?” A seemingly suspicious look from the redhead and you snorted - practically hearing the teasing tone in her words. The swiping of her fingers ceased, eyes looking up from the bright screen.

“Dead. Unless you’re talking about James - then very much alive.” Her eyebrow raised in doubt, expression solidified to annoyance as you tossed a popcorn in the air with an innocent smile. 

“So it’s still the disgustingly sweet flirting?”

“Ha. It wasn’t and never will be flirting. The guy gets on my nerves.” Natasha groaned, turning back to her phone. A subtle grin appeared on her face, you could tell she was biting back her words.

“Funny. ‘Cause, Wanda told me she saw you two getting coffee the other day. All laughy and touchy.”

You blinked.

“I...uh -” Oh it was her turn to smirk now. Unable to think of a genuine reason, you resorted to throwing a cushion - which she retorted with predictable ease. A burst of laughter resonated throughout the room, all cushions held by both your hands when your phone buzzes.

“Is it Lover Boy?” Lowering her voice as she spoke, smile sinking when your eyes were frantically scanning the message, “Everything alright?”

You looked up - curious green eyes met yours in wonder.

“My boss recommended my application to the Paris office and they’re considering me as the top candidate for the promotion!” The words flew out your mouth, Natasha leapt over the couch, engulfing you into her embrace.

There was a spring in your step, dodging the wavering cups of coffee trays in shaky hands, beaming at the pretty pink and purple streaks painting the sunkissed atmosphere. Not even bothered by the melodic harmonies of classical music you could hear from your apartment’s staircase. 

“National Geographic is gonna love this - a rare sighting of a happy James Barnes!” A press of a button and your phone stopped recording, he leaned towards you, face plastered with a beaming smile.

“Is that your new excuse for having pictures of me on your phone?” His voice lowered an octave, a shiver ran down your spine when his cologne reached your senses.

“Good news?” You cleared your throat, managing to speak actual words without staggering from the close proximity.

“Well, a Mr Samuel Wilson - the owner of the Museum of Art contacted me and specifically requested a James Barnes original for his winter opening.” He leaned back against the table, catching the look of surprise that washed over your features.

“Wow, you’re amazing!”

He paused at your abrupt confession - expression faltering in confusion and into some feeling he can’t quite place. With alarmed eyes diverted to the ground, you stole a timid glance to gauge his reaction, breath hitching when his deep blues met yours. He knows! 

“I mean, your art is amazing, you really deserve it.” A pathetic attempt to restart the conversation - fortunately, he bought it.

Must’ve been a mistake, he thought. A meaningful ‘thank you’ was whispered, unwilling to let his wavering voice stray loose in the air. With a deep breath, he released the strangling sensation inching its way to his heart at your reluctance to match his gaze.

“Alright, you hungry?” He walked around the easel, swinging his arms inside the jacket - not missing the flicker of uncertainty lingering behind your eyes. All it took was a chuckle and a convincing ‘I know a place’.

With zipped jackets, intact beanies and uneven footsteps on the cool gravel, the eerily calming silence of the city dissolved into shy glances and occasional brushing of elbows, eyes chasing the glistening stars weaved across the night sky. He gestured at a dimly lit food truck, acknowledging the chef with a charming grin and a bashful wave. 

He sat on the opposite side of the gray wood table, absentmindedly observing the flickering street lights ahead. Your eyes traced the shadows on his features, trailing where the faint glow of the lamp caressed his form.  

“Today was a good day.” You started, James locked his attention to your words, intently gazing at the night’s reflection in your eyes. “My favourite TV show came back, there wasn’t much traffic. And you weren’t so bad.”

“Do I sense a compliment?” He laughed, the conversation lingering between the two of you. “That’s two today. Should I take you to the doctor?”

“Don’t get cocky, you’re still annoying.” It was a forced jab. If he knew that, he concealed it with a content smile, leaning back into his thoughts.

“Listen, I need to tell -” His voice is hushed by your phone and with a glance at the message, you took in a sharp breath.

“Is everything ok?” 

“I got a promotion! Senior position in Paris!” The absolute look of joy is plastered on your face, his unsaid words - forgotten. A reassuring grin forcibly tugged on his lips, he swallowed the same weird feeling down his throat. His fingers were fidgetting under the table, grasping the hem of his jacket as he fought the empty sensation in his stomach.

“That’s great! You’ve been rambling about Paris for the past few weeks.”

“I can’t believe you actually listened to me, you didn’t say a word.”

“I multitask.” He mumbled.

With zipped jackets, intact beanies and his footsteps quietly trudging behind yours on the cool gravel, the eerily calming silence of the city dissolved into longing and hopeless desire, blue eyes chasing the only glistening star ahead.

[starrysence]

chanting: SPAL BERT SPAL BERT SPAL BERT

what is???? spoon berry???? AKSJDJS IM KIDDING I LOVE SPALBERT HERE WE GO

warnings: mention of abuse + implied depression

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●ok so they both?? like? struggle w/ expressing their emotions verbally (spot a little more than albert), like in face-to-face conversation ▪modern era they wouldnt have a problem texting each other "ily" or "i love u" etc but they wont be able to say it out loud for a little while▪no problem showing physical affection tho●hoo boi are these boys physical▪what they lack in being verbal they make up for in kisses/hugs/hand holding/other stuff like that u know▪albert usually initiates physical contact bc he's so touch-starved▪when theyre both new to their relationship he does little things like hold spot's hand and trace shapes on the back of it ▪also draping his arm around spot's shoulders and running his fingers through his hair▪spot will never admit it but it drives him crazy●theyre both Very Athletic▪they just seem like the athletic type▪gonna be real i dont know SHIT about 99% of the sports on this planet so dont expect too much detail▪al loves track n dance and spot loves football▪actually al can run rlly fast it's kind of frightening▪extremely well defined muscles from dance▪def into ballet, modern, tap, jazz▪spot can hardly dance▪he knows ballroom dance bc of a class medda made him take and Thats It▪but hes really good at football▪works out. on the daily.▪al works out almost every day but some days he can barely bring himself to get out of bed and spot gets that▪al isnt one of those people who feels better after exercising bc he can barely get himself to do jt▪but he'll read a good book and listen to some nice music and thats his happy place▪sometimes he'll actually just pick spot up out of nowhere and nyoom y'know●a couple months into their relationship is when al tells spot hes adopted ▪spot is surprised bc al couldve told him earlier???? since he knows spot is adopted too▪but albert explains that he was scared bc telling someone hes adopted makes him feel like he has to tell them abt the shit his biological parents did to him

▪so spot tells him that he isnt being forced to talk about it if it makes him feel uncomfortable, and starts Panicking when albert starts crying▪hes all "did i say something wrong???" and albert shakes his head and just tells him that it means a lot that he said that▪now he is significantly ess Panicked▪and albert just like. pulls him into a hug and hes always down for that●neither of them like the snow very much●they stay inside wrapped in every blanket they can find in the house sipping hot chocolate with marshmallows in it and candy canes on the cup●spot is Ready to watch christmas movies on november 1st but al is in post-halloween denial and depression for at least the first 10 days of november▪it makes for a lot of arguments▪"i want to watch white christmas!!!!!!"▪"you can but i REFUSE"▪"can we look for a christmas tree-"▪"nOt YeT"▪spot would Actually Fight Al if he didnt love him so much●albert owns So Many sweaters▪spot does too but he loves to steal albert's▪"am i ever gonna get that back"▪"no probably not"▪"ok cool"●al is the first one to use a pet name▪spot gets really red and cant speak for like 3 minutes the first time albert calls him "babe"▪al is getting a LAUGH outta this hes never seen spot like this before▪"babe youre so cute when you blush oh my god"▪"sH ut up dasilva"▪"whatever you say babe"●spot is the first one to say "i love you"▪he gets really scared bc for a minute there albert is really quiet and just sitting there staring at his hands ▪but then he kisses spot so softly on the lips and spot's just like "o h" in the back of his mind▪and they both pull away after a few minutes and al is smiling really wide and he kisses spot's neck and whispers "i love you, too, spot"●al can bake▪spot Can Not▪spot's amazing at cooking tho▪but hes bitter bc so is albert▪it'll be al's turn to cook dinner one night and spot is eating a cookie from a batch albert baked earlier and hes just like "fuck you"▪"what?"

▪spot gestures to al with the half eaten cookie in his hand and speaks through a mouthful, "you can do both. it’s uNFAIR"▪al dies laughing ●uhhhh hh albert plays guitar and is way better at songwriting than he likes to admit ▪actually spot doesnt even know al writes song until he sees his songbook lying around and decides to look through it a lil▪he loves hearing al play with or without singing▪never hesitates to tell al how freakiNg good he sounds and albert blushes and smiles every time and replies "thanks" rlly softly▪it makes spot's heart melt. every damn time. and he cant help but just kiss his boy▪one time after al finishes playing a song he looks at spot and smiles and hes like "that one was about you"▪spot near CRIES▪ofc. kisses. he loves his bf so much▪eventually he has to be like "put the guitar away albert" so they can go further

●ngl albert proposes at 3am without entirely meaning to

▪like he has a ring n stuff but he was planning to propose on a cute date or something

▪but y'know they cant sleep so theyre in bed talking 

▪"you know what, spot?"

▪"what?"

▪"we should totally get married one day. like. it would be so cool. sean and albert conlon-dasilva"

▪"did you just. actually fucking propose to me at," he turns to check the clock and then turns back to face albert, "3:16 in the fucking morning"

▪albert turns around to grab the ring box out of his nightstand and turns back to face spot before opening it

▪".......yes"

▪what a disaster

▪spot loves him

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here u go juls!!!!!! this got really long ajshdsjs so i hope u like it

-sanj 💕

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