#anon thank you for the opportunity and excuse to compliment my friends! I appreciate you as well!!

[emometalhead]

Tag 3 people who have made your year better and send this to the last 10 blogs in your notifications (anonymously or not) ❣

I can't simply tag 3. So many people made this year wonderful for me, and I want to acknowledge them all!!

In alphabetical order by url:

@a-queen-of-the-clouds - Jori, you are always a joy to have on my dash. I have so much fun reading your tags. Never change!! I love you, and am grateful to know you.

@arnold-layne - My beloved!! We've been friends for a while, but I feel like our communication has really ramped up this year. I'm so glad that we've been talking more! You're a really cool person, and I love our interactions. Ilysm.

@awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands - Alessia!! Sweetie, you are one of the kindest people I've ever met. I love your fashion, your passion for your interests, and how much you care about your friends. I am so so grateful for our continuing friendship. ILY!!

@born-to-lose - Mel, my beloved, my wife!! You know I'm obsessed with you. You are the language queen, a talented writer, and stunningly hot. Iconic all around. I love you and our friendship. Here's to another year! Kisses!!

@day-trippin-dreamer - TINA!!!!!! Our daily conversations have helped me stay sane through this crazy year. Even though timezones are not our friends, I love that we manage to stay updated on each other's days. We will meet up in Belgium to watch movies together one day. My passport should arrive in early February lol. One step closer!! I love you so much, and I adore our friendship. Thank you for everything!!

@deadhousep1ants Bee!! Hiiii! I am so glad to have met you this year! We talk more on Instagram than here nowadays, but I needed to include you on this post!! We have a lot in common, and I just generally think you're really cool. I'm really happy to be your mutual. I'm always wishing you the best! Ily.

@doctorqueensanatomy - Sheamus, I don't think I need to tell you how much I appreciate, because I say it all the time. However, I'm still going to tell you again. I love you!!!! Our friendship is precious to me, and I am so sad I can't hug you. I am still sitting, waiting, and constantly checking my email for when you'll receive any of the things I sent you for Christmas lol. I'm grateful for the opportunity to physically show how much I care, and I look forward to all of our future conversations (in text and call). Btw you're also like a super talented writer, and that needs to be acknowledged.

@duffmckagans - Kelsey, you're like a piece of my soul put into another person. We are so similar, and it's crazy how well we get along. I love our daily catch ups, and that I can text you about literally anything. There is no one else I'd rather sob to about Axl. I can always count on you. You're an insanely talented writer, so smart in general, and always have the correct opinion. You know I love you.

@emodennis - Phoenix, my dude, I am so happy we've become friends this year!! Last year, I wouldn't have imaged myself on Sunnyblr (as I literally didn't know it existed). I am so glad to be there, because otherwise we wouldn't have met. I'm excited to see how our friendship progresses in the coming year!!

@glamourizedcocaine - Alexi, you haven't been active lately. I'm not sure you'll see this, but it feels wrong to exclude you from this post. I love being able to scream nonsense about Gerard with you. You're a good friend, and I miss you on my dash. Ily.

@hobbitinneverland - İrem!! You're such a positive force on my dash and in my notes. I love you so much!! You always brighten my day with your presence. You're so amazing. Sending you the best vibes!!

@i-dont-like-rice - My dear Andi, idk if you'll see this, but I will take any opportunity to say how wonderful you are. I love your chaos. I love that I can talk to you about anything, and you'll understand. I feel like you see parts of me that no one else can, and I hope you know that your friendship is irreplaceable. I love and miss you! I look forward to our meeting in Belgium one day!!

@idontwanttospoiltheparty - Hi Fiona!! Your blog is so fun. It's the best hub for Beatles and Swiftie discussions. I love being able to see takes without absurd drama. I may not always agree with your opinions, but I have a lot of respect for you. You're really smart, talented, and all around fun. I'm grateful for our friendship. Ilysm.

@inquisitiveheretic - Lee!!!!!!! I think I'm incapable of thinking your name without screaming it mentally. You are my favorite mysterious mutual. I am always so excited to talk to you, and I feel so happy when I see you in my notifications. I think you're my biggest example of an opposites attract friend due to our wide divergence of interests, and that's really cool to me. You are someone that I take great comfort in, and I wish I could hug you. I think of you whenever I listen to Metallica, and that happens a lot. Love you.

@losers-yurio - Rylie, you aren't very active here, but I hope you know I still love you with my entire heart despite having less communication this year. I'm on better terms with my parents in regards to calling people, and I'm hoping to have more free time soon. We really really need to reconnect. I love and miss you so much. You will always be my first real Internet friend, and one of my favorite people ever.

@modernloverss - Syd!! First of all, I hope you know you can ramble to me about Ghost anytime, and I'll be very excited about it. It's been fun watching you fall down the fandom rabbit hole. All of our interactions have been so overwhelmingly positive. Your presence always warms my heart, and that is just about the highest praise I can bestow. Ilysm.

@nocturnal-light - Lynne, I am forever in awe of you. You're a creative artist, a stunning ice skater, and an impressive bassist. You can do it all omg. I'm proud of you for all you've accomplished, and I'm rooting for you from the virtual sidelines. Also, in case no one has told you lately, you're doing great with school. You will make it through!! I love being mutuals and friends. Ily!!

@no-fxn-club - Frankie, my dude, the iconic southern who confuses me constantly, you are one of my best friends. I will never be able to tell you I love you enough times. I am SO SAD I can't hug you!!!! I know you give amazing hugs. You have a big heart, and I'm grateful to be your friend to receive some of that love. You have an A+ music taste, a killer sense of fashion, and I always have so much fun talking to you about the most random stuff. I LOVE YOU!!

@nuttmeg13 - Megan, you were my first mutual! Though not directly, you did help me figure out how this place works lol. I'm grateful for you, because I really love Tumblr now that I've found community. You have The Best opinions. I have absorbed so much random Doctor Who information over the years, and I love seeing your fandoms that I know nothing about! You're one of my favorite Swifites!! Ilysm!

@ob-la-di-ob-la-di - Ameera, you are always a source of positivity. You are a talented artist, and I hold it so near and dear to my heart that you drew me!! I think about that all the time, because it was so sweet!! Every interaction we have brings me so much joy. You're gorgeous inside and out. I love you!

@only-a-heartbeat-away - Harlow!! I appreciate you so much. I can always count on you for participation in ask and tag games. It's been lovely getting to know you through games. You have an excellent music taste, and you're such a fun person. Ily! Thanks for being my friend!

@ramblinguitar - Hi Alexa!! First and foremost, thank you for all of the music recommendations this year. I think I've added every song to my main playlist. You have great taste, and a good understanding of what I enjoy. That's really cool. I'm thankful to have such an awesome, grunge mutual and friend. You're talented, and I wish I wasn't broke so I could actually buy bracelets from you. I love your work!! Ily, my dear friend!!

@smokeandmirrorz - Jeordie!! You're so damn cool. First of all, I'm so excited to receive your card this year. Your art is stunning!! I love your style, and it means so much that you were willing to make something for me again. You're so nice!! You have impeccable style, great taste in pop culture, and I love our conversations. One of these days I really hope I'm free when you do a movie stream or just a voice chat. Ily and our friendship!

@therockywhorerpictureshow - Ella, you are an incredible baker! I love seeing posts of what you have created. Your posts always make me hungry lol. A+! Also, your dogs are so cute. Such a pleasure to see!! I love seeing you in my notifications and on my dash. I'm so glad we're mutuals. Ily!

@tomkeifer - Ren, you're one of my favorite people and I hope you never forget that. You're easily one of the coolest people I know. You're incredibly smart, and I know you are going to accomplish great things in life. I am so excited to see that happen. You're a talented musician, have amazing hair/makeup skills/fashion, and are overall a good person. I'm forever impressed with you. Please drink some water. I love you!!

@th0mas-jerome-newton - Zoran, my Polish mutual, my whole heart. Ilysm!! You are such a fun presence on my dash. We don't talk very much, but you bring me such comfort. I'm grateful for you!!

@xx-key-xx - What can I say? You're an icon. I love your commitment to the 2000s. You are my favorite 2000s girlie, and I love your posts so much. Not to sound like I'm signing a yearbook, but stay cool ILY!!

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

oh my bad, i didn’t see you didnt write for atsumu or sakusa. can you do the same headcanons (s/o who’s smol and fragile) but with kuroo, bokuto, and oikawa? if possible, i would still like to see these headcanons with atsumu and sakusa <333

hey hey hey anon!! ty for the requests :)

I think this is such a cute idea (´♡‿♡`)

I just started watching S4 soo I'll save your other request for atsumu and sakusa in my inbox and get to that once I'm done!!

in the meantime, I hope you enjoy some of my favorite captains <3

btw sorry it’s definitely not my best, I was having major writers block so this is basically all I could manage :(

•Kuroo, Bokuto, and Oikawa w/ a Small and Fragile S/O•

warnings: none

genre: fluff

characters: kuroo, bokuto, + oikawa

•Kuroo•

Kuroo had teased you about your height ever since the two of you had become friends

it was his way of playful flirting, harmless really

“Ah, hey there chibi-chan, still need help with that chem assignment.”

“I thought I told you to quit calling me that.”

“Aw, but it suits you.”

It was all harmless until he began to actually fall for you 

the way your laugher erupted through the air at one of his stupid chemistry jokes or how you would never fail to flash a pretty smile and throw him a wave whenever you two were near

every single thing about you drew him in and he just had to make you his, so that’s exactly what he did you said yes obviously

even though he spent quite a bit of time with you before making things official, he never realized how prone to injury you were

seriously you got hurt so often it was crazy

at first he thought it was just bad luck until he noticed that you collided with the majority of things that were in your path

it was actually quite entertaining to him a lot of the time, but even if he let out a chuckle he would always take care of you

didn't matter if it was him grabbing the first aid kit from the gym or keeping you company in the nurses office while you got checked out

as much as he loved to tease you for everything, he was always right by your side 

even though he put on a calm and collected front, he got worried every time you got hurt

it didn’t matter how minor or major the injury was, he just wanted to make sure you were okay

he was always making sure you were taking care of yourself too

making sure you ate and drank water and took care of your injuries when needed

sometimes he’d even tease you by buying you a carton of milk and claiming that you needed it for bone growth

he definitely could be a huge pain sometimes, but it always brought a smile to your face

with your height differences, his favorite thing was to pick you up by your waist, hold you up high, and spin you around

he didn’t care who was watching, all that he was focused on in that moment was the lovely smile stitched on your face

he loved to lean down when you were standing around or talking with someone and rest his chin on your head and wrap his arms lightly around your neck

this was especially common when he noticed someone else trying to flirt with you, a piercing gaze followed as well in these situations

if anyone tried to tease you about your height he would pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and run the opposite direction hey problem solved

as much as he teased you himself, he was always making sure to let you know how much he loved you just the way you were

he always eased you insecurities and whispered compliment after compliment in your ear when you were down

he was your #1 hype man no matter the time

he truly saw you as perfect and he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life letting you know

•Bokuto•

when you and bokuto first met, he was very upfront about your height

"HEY HEY HEY! Wow, you're super tiny!”

cue your pouting

bokuto noticed your change of expression and quickly saved himself

“OH! No no, not in a bad way, like a cute way, you know? Tiny and squishy!”

cue him pinching your cheeks like an old lady

Akaashi ended up dragging him back to practice but not before he turned your cheeks bright red, from the excessive pinching and his comments

after that incident, you saw bokuto a lot more

usually due to you bumping into him in between classes

you didn’t mean to but he was just so tall and you were just so clumsy

those situations usually ended with you both apologizing profusely to each other while bokuto walked you to the nurses office

overtime, you two grew closer and closer and eventually made things official 

despite all the energy he had, he was always very gentle with you

he knew he could get a little much at times and with how easily you got injured he wanted to make sure he was never the one causing you pain

his touch was always very soft and loving, allowing you to feel just how much he cared

since you would get hurt so often he would always carry bandaids in his school bag they had little hearts on them

he would drop anything he was doing and sit you down to place a bandaid and a kiss wherever the damage was

“There you go, Dr. Bokuto is always at your service Y/N.”

“Thank you Bo.”

if it was something more intense he would walk you to the nurse’s office, hair drooping and tears in his eyes

he honestly hated seeing you hurt or in pain

if he could, he would take away any and all of your discomfort

he just wanted to see you smiling, that was his favorite look on you

no matter how much you would tell him you were okay he still would not leave your side until you got fully cleared by the nurse and the rest of the day he would be clinging to you with a pout stitched on his face

he adored the height difference between you two

your small hand fit perfectly in his and the was your tiny figure molded into his when you two cuddled felt right

he knew that sometimes you could get a little insecure

he never really understood why you couldn't see yourself how he saw you but that didn't prevent him from bring you up and letting you know exactly how he saw you

he truly saw you as the most flawless person he’s ever seen

compliments were always followed up by a lot of hugs and kisses

he always felt like you deserved to feel like you were on top of the world so giving you piggy back rides or letting you sit on his shoulders was his favorite thing to do

he never missed the laughter that escaped your lips when he would pick up speed definitely his favorite sound ever

his main goal was to protect you from anything and everything and make sure you were loved

and he succeeded with that each and every day

•Oikawa•

oikawa had had a thing for you since middle school

you never really thought much of the way he would act towards you due to his high popularity

honestly, you just thought he was being polite

that was until he asked you out your first year of high school

ever since then you became aoba johsai’s power couple

you didn't really care about titles though, all that mattered was that you and oikawa were happy

and contrary to popular belief, oikawa was a really great boyfriend

he never failed to make you feel appreciated and cherished

he honestly just couldn’t believe he was with someone so perfect, and honestly the blush that spread across your cheeks was just too cute to pass up

this didn't excuse you from oikawa’s teasing, your height being a main target

“Y/N-chan, mind if I rest my arm here, it’s so tired from practice”

“Tooru, get your gross, sweaty arm off my head.”

“Ahh so mean baby.”

although he never missed the opportunity to rile you up about you height, he always recognized when to stop and followed it up with a bunch of compliments

he knew it could be an insecurity of your sometimes and he would never dream of making you feel less then perfect

if any of his fan girls tried to mention something involving your height, he didn’t hesitate to confront them

occasionally going the extra mile and pulling you into a loving kiss right in front of them

he didn’t care if they stopped supporting him, he had you by his side and that was more then enough 

although you usually got hurt quite often, that all stopped when you started dating oikawa

you honestly couldn’t believe it at first

all the scratches, scars, and bruises that frequently littered your body and slowly healed over time and no new ones took their place

you could not wrap your head around how he managed to do it

he was very observant and almost had this sixth sense when it came to you and your injuries

usually catching you before you fell, pulling you out of the way of something, or grabbing something and moving it away before it could cause you harm

you were practically like a small child he had to watch

he always followed up his smooth movements with a flirty remark

“Ah ah ah, you have to be more careful Y/N-chan, I'm the only one you should be falling for.”

although he loved spending any moment with you, his favorite memories had to be watching you in the stands during one of his games, cheering for him

his jersey was so big on you, he found it so adorable it always smelled like you when you returned it which was a huge plus

his favorite thing to do during games was throw you a wink before each serve he did, watching you laugh and wink right back

he always played his best when you were there

watching you from the court made him fall in love with you all over again

you were his world and he would make it his top priority to remind you of that each and every day

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

[theimprobabledreamersworld]

““ you look like shit. “ “ thank you. “” with Janus and Remus or Virgil?

Thanks for this request anon! I wrote this with Remus and Virgil, then Janus is mentioned here and there :)

There's warnings for injury detail, a fight mention and swearing but it's not too graphic! It was fun writing enemies to lovers- but it's a pretty slow burn, I'm almost tempted to write a part two for this :) This is basically the start of an enemies to friends to lovers.

Hope you enjoy! <3

General writing taglist: @psychedelicships @jwillowwolf @lost-in-thought-20 @red-imeanblue @writerwithtoomanyships

Read on Ao3!

I hate you, but I'll look after you.

Remus/Virgil (Pre-Dukexiety)

Warnings: Injury detail, fight mention, swearing

The firm knock on the door startled Virgil awake. He rubbed his eyes and realised that he had fallen asleep on the sofa once again while watching some complete garbage on the TV. He stumbled over to the front door as the knocking became more insistent and frantic.

“Alright, alright! Calm the fuck down down, I’m coming!” The irritation clear in his voice, whoever was on the other side of this door better have a good excuse. He grabbed his key and unlocked the door before pulling it open aggressively. Virgil was about to shout again but faltered when he saw the sight in front of him.

It was Remus, a person who has been in his life for many years. They never got on, or agreed on pretty much anything. They argued and bickered whenever they were in the same room as each other, which continued to the point where they hated each other with every bone in their bodies. They’ve had to be physically separated on multiple occasions by their long suffering friend Janus who was always caught in the middle of their altercations. Enemies would be the perfect word to describe them, but even in the epitome of hatred, Virgil couldn’t turn away.

“Woah… you look like shit.” He said in a matter of fact way. Remus was clutching his side and he was gripping the pillar next to the door with all the strength he had left. There were cuts and bruises all over him, a particularly nasty cut shone in the light above his eye. His other eye was swollen and he was clearly in pain, but despite it all he managed to smirk and give Virgil a sarcastic comment in response.

“Aww, thank you! Ah, Virgil. My mortal enemy. After all these years, it’s nice to hear a genuine compliment from you.” Virgil rolled his eyes before grabbing Remus’ shirt and dragging him inside the house. That cut on his head was concerning if nothing else. He finally lets go of Remus and pushed him down onto the sofa. He clicked his fingers while pointing to him as a warning. Move, and there will be more injuries for me to clean up. Remus slouches on the sofa, the pain was starting to get to him and he was not in the mood to argue or intensify the situation. He gritted his teeth and tried to breathe through the pain, so he looked around the room while listening to Virgil moving around the kitchen getting things out of cupboards.

He had to admit, this wasn’t he was expecting Virgil’s house to look like. Given his coldness and callousness towards Remus, he didn’t anticipate how… warm the house felt. The rich purple walls covered in photo frames, the tables with various textbooks on them, and the windowsills that had several plants on them. Unlike Remus’ place, these plants were alive and thriving. Seeing this side of Virgil made him realise that he wasn’t the tough, closed off guy he had always assumed him to be. He shook his head of that thought, he only came here because he was desperate, not out of any kind of sentiment. Remus began to try and assess the extent of his injuries, so he carefully placed his fingers on his face and hissed when he felt the deep wound above his eye.

Remus was so busy making his injuries worse that he didn’t realise that Virgil had come back into the room and was moving everything onto one arm so he had a hand free. He walked up behind Remus and slapped his hand away from his face. He whimpered like a lost puppy and Virgil rolled his eyes for the hundredth time since Remus turned up at his door unannounced.

Virgil dumped his arsenal of first aid equipment on the coffee table, and he sat down on the other end of the sofa while scanning Remus’ face trying to decide which cut to clean up first. Remus watched as Virgil concentrated, and how he tried not to make eye contact. He laid out everything that he needed, and Remus’ eyes widened in fear as he saw the bottle of antiseptic. Had he fallen for some kind of trap? Virgil wasn’t going to help him at all… he was going to hurt him.

“Oh, I see. You’re going to use this opportunity to torture me… tell me. How much have you dreamed of this moment?” He tried to mask the fear he felt with sarcasm, but he chastised himself due to how scared he sounded. He’s had many experiences with wounds being cleaned up, and the agony that comes with the antiseptic. Virgil was pouring it onto some gauze when Remus began to speak, and when he reached the end of his performance, Virgil stopped what he was doing and put it down carefully on the side while sighing.

“You know I have to use it to help you, you dumbass. Yes, it’s going to hurt, but I’m not going to enjoy it… what do you take me for?” He grabbed a new bit of gauze before putting the antiseptic on it once again. He took a deep breath and waited for Remus to nod reluctantly before dabbing it delicately on the cuts. The other ones were okay, Remus grit his teeth and dug his hands into the cushion next to him. When the smaller cuts were cleaned up, Virgil turned his attention to the worrying one above the eye, and despite his best efforts, Remus couldn’t help but cry out every time the gauze touched his head. He couldn’t see it because his eyes were closed, but Virgil looked at him with sympathy, regretting the fact that he was causing pain. Even though they have caused each other a significant amount of pain and injuries over the years, this was different.

“Okay. It’s done. I’ve patched up what I can, you’ll need to keep an eye on them all, especially the one above your eye… so as payment for my kindness. Tell me what the hell happened to you. Now.” It was Virgil’s turn to try and disguise the worry in his voice, but it failed. Remus heard the sincerity and sighed, this wasn’t going to be easy to admit given their history. He winced as he sat up properly but stared at the floor as Virgil waited patiently for an answer.

“I was walking home earlier tonight, I saw some of our old… friends. They were talking shit about you. Bad stuff, even by my standards. I couldn’t help it, I- I saw red and I went for them. They got me in return pretty good… but I think they got my message loud and clear.” He looked up and saw Virgil staring at him in shock, confusion danced in his eyes and Remus leant back a little, not looking forward to the response.

“This all happened… because of me?” Virgil’s breathing started to get frantic, and Remus could feel the anger coursing through Virgil. “Why the HELL would you do that?! You HATE me!! I hate you! Where the fuck was Janus?” Remus shrugged, he didn’t know how to explain why he did what he did, but the hatred he usually felt wasn’t as strong, not anymore.

“I went to him first, but Janus wasn’t home, and no fucking hospitals. We might hate each other, Virgil… but the only person who can talk shit about you is me.” He couldn’t help but smile when Virgil chuckled at the statement. It was nice to see Virgil smile, it made him feel like all of this was worth it. He looked at the clock and saw that it was already 2am, so he pushed himself off the sofa and gave Virgil a nod of appreciation. Virgil followed suit just to make sure he got down the street safe. Not that he cared… of course not. As he stepped in front of Remus to open the door, he turned back trying to work out what to say.

“You know, as mortal enemies go… you’re the best one a person could have.” Virgil shuffled his feet before looking up at Remus. They smiled at each other, lingering in the company before Remus finally made the first move and left into the night.

As he heard the door shut behind him, he felt his cheeks that were red hot. Maybe Remus didn’t hate Virgil anymore, not really. Unbeknownst to him, Virgil was leaning against his door thinking the exact same thing.

[anothertimdrakestan]

Light Of My Life Jason Todd x Reader

LINK TO PT 2

Words: 2.7k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! May I have a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is a really powerful superhero from the avengers and is well known and she met Jason when she was hopping on rooftops in Gotham (for fun idk haha) and the reader feels lonely and they bond over that with Jason and they start dating and when Jason’s brothers find out they’re dating (a few months later) they freak out and say things like “YOURE DATING THEM?! How did this happen?!” Thank you!”

LINK TO PROMPTS  -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Ok so I took this as a new avenger I hope that’s okay :). It’s mostly selfish that I wanted to write my own badass hero for Jason to simp for... can you blame me? She’s basically a heroin Livewire for those of you that watched Supergirl. Also you really set me up for a long fic so strap in anon, you did this to yourself by giving me an amazing request! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

“You’re kidding right. Gotham? Mr. Seclusive Bat Brat’s turf? Not a chance in hell.” you groaned hearing your newest mission. “Sorry Y/H/N you’re headed to nut-case capital” your comm buzzed back and you rolled your eyes. At least it was a short trip right? Confirm with Dr. Strange exactly the newest magical item you needed to look for, find it, and get out. Maybe zap a couple villains for shits n giggles. Grabbing your motorcycle you headed out, praying for a short trip. 

Arriving at your hotel you began to set up, having powers meant no bulky suit which was nice but Strange had set you up with about a million photos, books, and what looked like scrolls about a stupid helmet. Apparently all the helmet did was let the wearer float and see in the damn dark, half of the avengers could do that shit already. But when THE Dr. Strange makes a request of the Avengers, they comply. 

You’d heard about a drug leader with an eye for shiny objects, and you decided to start there hoping you could really give him a show. Waiting for night to fall you headed out, appreciating the constantly terrible weather in Gotham, lightning cracked in the sky exhilarating you, taking it as a sign from your gods that they liked this mission you felt the electricity run through your veins as you sped towards the ring a friend of yours had tipped you off about. Propping your bike up on the side of the building you felt the electricity dancing through the wires of the building and you zapped into them, travelling in to the main room.

Jason just about pissed his pants. He watched this hot motorcycle chick park her (sexy ass) bike outside the drug ring he was busting that night and right when he was about to put on some Red Hood Charm™ he watched her turn into a giant spart and shoot into the building through the camera system. Realizing she was going to do his job for her he decided to watch from above, trying to figure out who the mystery meta was. As he sat perched on the top of the building he couldn’t help but hope it was Y/H/N, one of the most prominent new Avengers but what was she doing in Gotham? Regardless he sat, ready for the lightshow.

What you saw inside the building was horrific. Disgusting men were throwing cash around to take home young, terrified girls. Disregarding the mission at hand you flashed into the middle of the “show”. Immediately guns were out but that had never stopped you. Dissapaiting into one of the lights you enjoyed how some of the men shrieked at your powers. “Shit dog I think it’s Y/H/N but what’s she doin in Gotham?” never able to pass an opportunity to boast you appeared behind the group smirking “hey boys. Don’t there girls look a little young for you? That said, you should let them go or I’ll get angry. And you’d be shocked with how angry I can get - literally.” you held up a hand letting sparks dance in you palm. What you didn’t expect was to see a blundering idiot in a red mask crash through the ceiling. 

Before you could light him up he called “uh hey! It’s Y/H/N right? Big fan. Red Hood pleasure to meet you. See, this is usually my territory, drugs and all, but I’d be happy to share with a lovely lady like you so-” you scoffed. “Shut up BatBrat I don’t intend on swinging minor league with you tonight, I just want these girls out of here and to talk with you” you gestured to the drug lord, annoyed this Red Batman or whatever his name is was getting in your way. “Minor leagues huh? Princess if you think this is any type of game you’re wrong, we don’t play by the rules here.” and he pulled out two guns and began firing. This shocked you. You thought the bats held the same standards as the majority of the Avengers, no killing. This clearly went down the drain as you watched him blow the brains out of the majority of the drug dealers. 

Deciding this wasn’t the night for you to successfully capture the man you needed, especially because Stark would kill you if you got in a fight with another vigilante on an away mission. While Red Mask went hand to hand with the guards you helped the girls escape, shooing them towards the exit and making them promise to be safer. After securing the public’s safety you took a moment to watch Red Armour fight. He was trained you had to admit, he ducked and punched like he’d been doing in for years, he was refined in skill but reckless and practice, it was fascinating. “You gonna help or is that not in the Avenger’s handbook?” you smirked as he got pinned by a couple guards. As he was preoccupied you zapped to the drug lord, shocking him enough to put him down long enough to move him. Forming an electric rope around his limbs you began dragging him out. “Sorry RedBat I got what I came for, you make a good side kick though” with a wink you walked out, not before hearing him shout “ITS RED HOOD SPARKY” 

In one of the Avenger’s safe houses you’d tied up your captive. “This is super easy buddy, all I need to know is where to find the Helmet of Razadazar” what a stupid fucking name, it doesn’t even sound cool. Knowing he’d feign innocence you prepared yourself for light, pleasure for you, not so much for him...

“You’re. Lying. Todd.” Tim’s fingers flew across the BatComputer. “Y/H/N in Gotham? EPIC!” Jason rolled his eyes. “Drake she definitely wasn’t all that amazing, plus she gave the impression she wasn’t long for Gotham so it’s probably nothing. Newbie training for the A list.” Tim sighed, Jason was probably right, the Avengers left Gotham to Batman, no one wanted a piece of it. “Alright, but you gotta tell me everything, I think she shorted all the camera footage so you better use all the detail.” Jason agreed, secretly excited to recount his experience, maybe fangirl a little. All he knew was that he was going to find you, the only game he wanted to play was chasing you.

After taking a short lecture from Captain A about aggressive torture techniques and why they should be AVOIDED you had gotten your answer. Apparently an underground auction with other-worldly treasures was the place to be. At least Gotham’s wealthy were making everything easy for you tonight. 

Jason adjusted his bowtie as he waited to enter the auction. Attending as Bruce Wayne was easy, he did owe Damian a barn now, but it was a worthy pay off for Damian to endure some father-son time as a cover up while Jason played billionaire. Finding an excuse to go other than finding Y/H/N wasn’t hard either, and now here he was, hoping you’d stand out. Let’s just say fate helped a little.

Sitting at a table with your fake identity as Ms. Stark was equally as easy. Excited to be meeting Mr. Wayne the Gothamite who was seated next to you. As he sat down he looked younger than the paparazzi pictures showed. You stuck out a hand to shake and he took it gently, kissing it, to your surprise. He looked at your smirking, “looking lovely tonight Sparky” you’re jaw dropped. Mr. Wayne I had no idea Red Cap was your speed” you whispered, shocked, but slightly comforted to know you had your sidekick here.”It’s. Red. Hood. And just as you Ms. Stark, this identity is not my own.” it made sense, but it was still impressive. 

Having exchanged pleasantries with the table the auction began. Item after item went, you and Hood slid in low bets to seem interested, but you wondered why he had came. Then the helmet was up. You sucked in a breath knowing the plan was to win the bid then snatch the helmet. You bid politely against someone at table 37 until it was yours. “Going once” “Going twi-” the auctioneer stopped as Mr. Wayne raised his paddle, tripling your bet. The auctioneer looked shocked at the amount, not letting you bid again before he shouted “SOLD to the sir at table 14!” For the second time that night your jaw dropped. “I need that helmet!” you whisper yelled. “That old thing? Sure princess. You just have to get dinner with me tomorrow” you realized he just spent millions and millions of dollars just to win your time. “Deal” you hissed. 

Jason decided not to tell his brothers about his date. Feeling like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity he wasn’t ruining it. After hiding the helmet in the BatCave he was waiting for you at a candle lit table for two. When you walked in he knew it was love at first sight. Sitting down across from him you smirked. “You clean up nice..” he finished for you “Todd. Jason Todd.” taken aback you’d heard about him, the kid that lived, part of the Wayne family. “Well if we’re going real names Mr. Todd what do I have to lose, y/n l/n” you smiled, drinking in his appearance. He was dashing you had to admit, confident and laidback it was alluring. “Beautiful name to fit a gorgeous girl” he winked, to your shock, making you blush. 

The two of you spent the night throwing snide comments, compliments, and flirtation between you. Something about Jason just clicked, it felt right. After hours at the table you and Jason went for a walk around Gotham while he showed you his most memorable spots. Somehow the two of you wound up on the top of a skyscraper staring at the stars. Finally having a person who understood the burden of heroism but wasn’t judging you for being new was refreshing. Only knowing each other for hours it felt like it had been years, confiding in each other about some of your deepest secrets. Jason was amazed with your powers, but you explained that they were hard to control, bottling electricity up in anything was difficult, batteries rotted, lightbulbs broke, and sometimes it felt like you were no different. He watched as you showed him how sparks danced across you skin and though he didn’t tell you, they’d been sizzling around you since dinner, an aura vibrating around you as you laughed, cried, and smiled with him.

“So Lightning McQueen, what do the sparks do when you’re happy?” you grimaced at another of his nicknames and explained how they crackle and pop sometimes taking on certain weather-like patterns. “Huh, well let’s see some lightning then” Jason grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest, using the other hand to lift your eyes to meet his as he leaned in. You sped up the process, hands wrapping around his neck, crashing his lips on yours. He was right, lightning struck across the sky as sparks danced between the two of you. Pulling away he grinned as he breathlessly looked at you. “Beautiful” You pulled him in for more, deciding maybe Gotham wasn’t so bad if he was here. 

“Why does Y/H/N always get the Gotham missions?” Peter Parker groaned. “Well seeing as she practically lives there it’s easy” the rest of the gang retorted as you blushed. “I guess I just really like the weather” you grinned while everyone rolled their eyes knowing the reason Gotham was having more lightning than ever was no coincidence. 

“Honey I’m homeeeeee” you squealed as you zapped into your kitchen. Jason had learned not to be alarmed when you appeared out of thin air and he opened his arms as you fell into his embrace. “Hello to my favorite double A” he grinned when you gave him a zap, he knew you loved all his nicknames. He pulled you out of his embrace looking you dead in the eyes. “Sparky it’s time you meet my family, you know Tim is going to kill me for hiding you” You were so excited, timing never aligned or one of you was injured or not on Earth but finally, it was time to meet the family. 

You’d snuck into the manor before, but everytime it seemed to get bigger. Jason squeezed your hand warning you about how annoying his family was. As you entered you took in everything. The cutest little boy was chasing a grown man with a sword, a teenage boy sat on a kitchen cupboard shotgunning an energy drink, all while a nice elderly man chopped carrots calmly in the kitchen. Breaking the silence you began to name each boy “Uh hi guys! I’m y/n you probably know me as Y/H/N but I’m so excited to be here! I’m guessing Damian, Dick, Tim, and the wonderful Alfred!” all the boys froze. Alfred smiled and continued chopping.  “Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Tim jumped off the cupboard wide eyed staring at you. “Todd how do you know her?” Dick looked at you, shocked to see an Avenger not in costume next to his brother. 

“Actually guys I’ve known Y/N for a while, remember Tim that night? We’ve kept in touch since and I’m lucky enough to be her boyfriend!” Jason kissed you on the cheek and immediately Tim passed out. As Dick poured water on the teen Damian walked up to you and you bent down to look him eye to eye. “Prove you’re Y/H/N because I don’t believe Todd could pull a famous hero like Y/H/N” Jason started “No y/n it’s fine” but you wanted to make a good impression so you zapped into the light fixture, counted to 5, then appeared on the cupboard Tim had been on, only to zap back nex tot Jason. “TT I’m impressed Todd. Y/n let me say I’m impressed with your recent activity with the Avengers. I know what it is like to be surrounded by older, entitled idiots.” Damian stuck out a tiny hand and you shook it, making sure to give him a little shock. 

Having woken up Tim began rapid fire questions. “So Todd lied you’re here? And you like him? Can I just say you’re so cool. Would you let me run some tests on your powers? What’s the biggest lightshow you’ve done? What is spiderman like? I feel like I’m quicker than him but I don’t know. Do you love Jason?” you tried to take in all the questions. “Yes I’m here, yes, thank you, sure I guess, biggest was cracking a small moon in half - don’t asl I was mad, spidey is cool kind of a dweeb but, he’s pretty quick but I haven’t seen you, and yes I do love Jason” you took a deep breath. Jason smiled at you, glad you could keep up with Tim’s q & a. Suddenly Tim grabbed Dick’s arm and started running to the BatCave, “okay y/n I’m gonna go set up some tests come down in a minute. Todd you lucky asshole you bring her down in five okay?” before you could reply he was gone. 

Taking a deep breath Jason wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so glad you can deal with them, but if Drake gets really bad knock him out cold” you chuckled, knowing that dealing with the Wayne’s was more difficult for Jason than it was for you. “Anything for you babe” you grinned. “Always the light of my life y/n” you rolled your eyes knowing the jokes would never stop, one of the many reasons you loved Red Hood with all your heart. 

haha I never do A/N but do y’all get the pun in the title hehehehe wow I need to go to bed. Also check out the pun in my masterlist lolz. Now, dear reader, that you read this post we have an inside joke together hehe... love you! xoxo

[justfandomwritings]

Hey, I was just wondering if you will be continuing the magneto fic? I understand if you aren’t going to. But I was just wondering with all the stuff that happened around it.

I frequently get upset with readers over the lack of support shown to myself and other writers on this website. Often times, I share posts which express that discontent, and frequently I add my voice to those posts in ways that I feel contribute to the discussion and show readers how harmful that lack of support can be to writers mentally and emotionally. Sometimes, I am even the creator of these posts, particularly when I come upon readers who do not comment/reblog yet still ask me when I will update, tell me to add them to my taglists, or even in some cases act as though they are entitled to the next chapter of a story. Occasionally, when I can be certain that an anon is involved in the general lack of support shown to authors or if I am aware of a specific incident, I don’t bother with the time it takes to entertain whatever compliment is being thrown my way by someone who isn’t willing to publicly comment or give credit where it’s due to the work they enjoyed. 

That agitation is, I feel understandably, compounded after I lose friends to the kind of behavior and entitlement frequently exhibited by some readers of fanfiction on this website. In recent days, weeks, and months, I have been forced to watch a number of my dearest friends give up on tumblr or give up on writing entirely either because the lack of support was just too disheartening to bother with or because, despite my protests, they had been led by readers’ consumption without credit to believe they were not talented enough to warrant reading. 

And while people who’ve been around my blog for a long time will remember the days I was an apologist for readers and defended their inaction and gave them the benefit of the doubt, age has made me a wiser individual, and I no longer make excuses for that behavior. 

The specific incident you’re referring to was between myself and two anons after I posted my Magneto fic. 

I have had multiple fics in a row at this point which I was hoping to continue perform incredibly poorly compared to past fics I have posted in those fandoms and generally in comparison to the number of followers I have in those fandoms. As I’ve always said, I write for me but I post for you guys. So, I’ve finished writing them because I enjoy writing, but I haven’t taken the time to format and post them because I don’t want to waste my time on that sort of thing. 

I followed those up with a Magneto fic; I had put out a call a few months ago for Magneto requests and got a rash of responses, so in general it was something I felt fine about. 

The first anon sent me an excited compliment about how they could not wait for part two and genuinely enjoyed part one. At the time, that Magneto fic had been up for several hours and only had 6 notes, all of which were likes. This assured me that that anon had not reblogged my post despite seemingly enjoying it. 

To which, I responded pointing out this discrepancy. I didn’t intend that to be a targeted attack at that person, more a PSA that “Hey, sending asks anonymously on my blog where people will already see the fic does nothing to actually give me credit for this thing you got for free and enjoyed.” 

Clearly, to that individual, my message did not come across that way, because that person came off anon to inform me that they had only found my blog that day and because of that Magneto fic and I believe the quote was, “I guess you don’t want a follow then.” 

While I generally don’t think that being new to a blog is an excuse that gets you out of supporting an author, especially if you feel a fic was worthy of following said author, I can see how, if they felt attacked by my post, that person wouldn’t have done so after. 

I take full responsibility if my post came off rude, and I did attempt to explain the situation to that individual when they messaged me off anon. Given that they have not responded to it, I cannot be sure if said explanation was sufficient or forgiven. What I can tell you is that that person is still following me and did not reblog the Magneto fic before or after I posted a response to their message. It’s all fair in my book.

What’s not fair, is the second anon who injected themselves into the situation. I am assuming that the hateful third ask was not from the same individual as the first two, because no one in their right mind would respond to an open explanation of the situation by turning around and vehemently attacking a person, that’s crazy. So I am begging the question of who the second individual is if they felt entitled to butt in to a conversation they were not part of and were aware the original anon was agitated by my response.

“Clearly the only thing that matters to you is numbers and since that one doc didn’t get a satisfactory number you should just delete your whole blog because you don’t deserve followers if you treat them like that. So how does zero followers sound?“

A) The only thing that matters to me is that fic authors, whether that be myself or my friends, do not lose their passion for writing because of the behavior of others. I assure you my posts do not generally get enough support for me to base my contentment on notes. I doubt any author’s posts get enough notes to base their contentment off of them. 

B) Regarding how I treat my followers, maybe my message to the first anon could have been misconstrued as rude, but it was by no means abusive towards that individual, which this anon is being.

C) Even if numbers were all that mattered to me, why does that matter to you? Why does what I value give anyone the right to take advantage of my hard work and effort? If an author only cared about notes, how would that excuse anyone from giving credit to an author who put blood, sweat, and tears into creating free content for you. 

Readers often use this defense for their behavior, and frankly it’s pathetic, moronic, and downright insulting. “Oh God, you only care about the notes.” No, no author cares about the notes. Notes don’t matter at all, but what they represent does matter. What authors care about is being appreciated for the hard work they’ve put in for you, and notes are how you show that appreciation on tumblr, and reblogs are how you give credit to that author for the FREE entertainment you received. 

D) I don’t think most readers realize how much hate writers get. We get hate from the rest of the world, from people who don’t like fanfiction, from people who don’t understand fanfiction, fro other writers, from other fandoms, from readers who don’t like our writing, from readers who don’t like our plot, from readers who don’t like our character choices. We are baraged with so much hate when all we’re doing is something we love, and we’re doing it for free for other people to enjoy. If I could go back to zero followers without losing all the rest of the work I’ve put into this blog over half of a decade, then I would take it in a heartbeat because with followers come people like this and buckets and buckets of hate. 

E) I’ve seen this wording before in messages, and it does make me wonder if it’s the same anon. 

Ages ago now (or it feels like ages ago, because after lots of work I managed to let that one go), I got almost word for word the exact same message except with the words “kill yourself” replacing “delete your whole blog”. 

Whether this anon is that same individual or not, I cannot be sure as tumblr no longer allows you to block anons to my knowledge. What I can be sure of is that if your message reminds someone of a time they were told to commit suicide, you’re probably in the wrong. 

...

All of that said, I don’t hold any ill will towards the individual who came off anon and spoke with me. While I still disagree with not supporting writers, that blog is just one of many who didn’t reblog but enjoyed it. 

The second anon and I have issues, and normally I would cut my losses, delete my replies to their post, and delete the fic. But this time I’m not going to do that. In part, because this individual’s logic is so far afield, I think they’re crazy. In part, because that anon made an issue of my response to something and not the fanfiction itself. In part, because I’m actually holding out hope that person will come off anon and talk to me like the first one did. 

But largely because I have let readers and followers make demands of me, trounce over me, push me around, make me feel guilty about nothing, and generally treat me like garbage for so long that I just can’t do that anymore. I don’t think I could keep writing if I let one more person walk over me like a door mat. I’ve been writing on here or other sites for a decade now. I’ve had my fill of being the spineless, non-confrontational, non-controversial, supportive blog. 

So the fic stays up. Whether I finish it on tumblr or not remains to be seen. But even if it’s not posted here, it will be finished on AO3 (It is there under the same title and the same account name. I will let everyone here know if I make the decision to only upload it there.)

Thank you very much for asking. That was probably a much longer response than you thought you were in for, so I’m sorry about that. I just thought I’d take the opportunity to explain.

Hope you have a lovely day my dear! 

[sunmisgirl]

EXO Reaction to S/O Being A Cold Person (Fluff)

For anon: Hiiiii your reactions are so amazing! Can i get one for exo's s o being kind of a cold person? Fluffy ofc I'm a wimp lol thanks love xxx

Side note: Thanks so much for the compliment!! I had this all written in one day, but the app never saved my original work so this is a slightly tweaked version of what I originally had in mind. Hope you enjoy!

Xiumin:

Xiumin was worried about your relationship in the start because you always seemed distant. He assumed he said or did the wrong things until you assured him he was the perfect gentleman and you’re just not a fan of romance. He appreciates your open communication and your bond grows even stronger. It gets quite bothersome when his relatives constantly question your relationship and wonder why you’re so distant. He simply holds you closer to him and reassures them that there is more than what meets the eye. His family feels bad for criticizing you so hastily and starts inviting you to more dinners and birthdays.

Suho:

Your relationship with Suho is an interesting one. Suho is a hopeless romantic and seeks any opportunity to woo you even though he knows lots of affection is not your favorite. The members finally have some free time and suggest a date night. He notices the other guys getting all cuddly and cute with their dates during the movie and wants to show off. You’re super focused on the scene unfolding on the big screen when you turn to see Suho playfully feeding you popcorn. You throw him a confused glance yet still accept the popcorn and his offerings to share his drink. Oh the things we do for love.

Lay:

Lay invites you to come meet his friends at an outdoor café. You’re not super affectionate in public especially around people you meet for the first time. Lay is already used to your personality and loves every aspect of you, but the disapproving glances from his friends tell you otherwise. You become uncomfortable and excuse yourself from the table to go wander around some shops nearby until his friends leave. A few minutes later, Lay comes running into a shop searching for you and holding a bouquet of flowers. You accept the bouquet with a shy smile and ask why he isn’t with his friends. “Well, I nagged them and said they shouldn’t be so quick to judge you from the first encounter. Don’t worry; they’ll come around to see what an amazing person you are.”

Baekhyun:

It’s a shocking Saturday morning when you realize it’s completely quiet and Baekhyun’s voice isn’t booming from his seat in front of a video game. You relish in the newfound silence with a cup of coffee and ponder what the day has yet to offer. That is until you spot Baekhyun grinning mischievously from the kitchen counter. “What are you doing over there, Baek?” He simply shrugs and responds, “I’m admiring you from afar. Why do you suspect I’m up to something?” You squint your eyes and wait for him to crack under pressure until he finally breaks, “Okay, okay. I wanted morning cuddles.” You ponder for a moment. “Nah, no thanks.”

His grin slightly drops and he starts begging you for attention. “Please, my angel?” “I’m not feeling it, Baek.” “I’ll make you pancakes for a whole week.” “I can manage perfectly with muffins.” He thinks of a new idea to make you agree to his request. “I’ll give you my Privé hoodie. The one you love with the cologne smell.” You hate how your eyes instantly light up at his proposition. “Fine. You win, Baek.” It’s not fair that he knows how much you love his Privé clothing.

Chen:

Your coworkers drag you to happy hour after work and all the socializing completely drains you. You finally arrive home and plop onto the bed still in your work attire. Chen’s voice booms throughout the apartment as he approaches the bedroom. You quickly pretend to nap before he arrives (you adore him, but now is not the time for cuddles and yelling). Chen admires your peaceful face before flinging himself on top of you. You groan out in annoyance and pain, “Chen, please let me be alone for a minute.” He fakes contemplation and then replies, “Nope, not gonna happen.” He cuddles you close to him and talks about his day amid your constant protests. He’s lucky you love him because you would’ve lunged at him way sooner.

Chanyeol:

Chanyeol is your #1 supporter when you try bold fashion statements or have an impending deadline at work. That is why you feel guilty when you don’t show him much affection. Sometimes you wonder if he’s better off with someone else. He comforts you and reassures that you’re perfect exactly how you are and don’t need to change how you express yourself. “I’d never want to make you feel uncomfortable in the relationship. Your presence alone shows you care about me and stand by my side on good and bad days.”

Kyungsoo:

Kyungsoo considers you his perfect match. He’s not a fan of PDA so he’s relieved that you slightly shun away from showing affection. Everyone has their definitions of affection, but you and Kyungsoo have your own love language. It is shown in the nights he comes home late to a slice of cake waiting for him on the table. Or when you’re sleeping on top of your desk with books sprawled everywhere and he carries you off to bed. You don’t need cuddles, kisses, or “I love you”s to show you care about each other.

Kai:

Kai is completely smitten with you. To others, they see a warm, open guy and notice you are the complete opposite of that. Kai can tell you’re anxious whenever you go out because people tend to stare and wonder how you two got into a relationship. He reminds you to ignore the stares and opinions of others because he knows who you truly are and that’s all that matters in the end. You’re both taking a daily stroll around the neighborhood when he notices your favorite street vendor up ahead. He runs over to buy your favorite food to cheer you up.

Sehun:

It is confirmed that Sehun is a big baby but denies it every time. You’re staying over his place and get ready for bed in the guest bedroom because you enjoy spreading out your body on the whole mattress. You’re settling into the covers when your phone blinks with a text. Sehun asks you to join him in bed because he can’t sleep alone. You roll your eyes and remind him of the last time you shared the bed. He abruptly gets out of bed and stalks to your room scoffing, “I kicked you off the bed one time! I said I’m sorry! It’s not my fault I was having a nightmare.” You glare at the memory but slightly soften your demeanor when you see Sehun slump his shoulders and start walking out the doorway. You sigh loudly, “Wait wait wait. I’m coming, you big baby. Make room for me or I’ll kick you off the bed this time.”

[wannawrite]

Call Me, Okay?

Hotshot's Junhyuk X Reader part one • you're a young producer from another company ( well i kinda envisioned it's your parent who's a well-known producer etc but you're the kid who studies abroad etc and you're coming back for this project. I know you could live with your parents but... your house is very far etc ) • Junhyuk takes an immediate dislike to you • but it's all good in the end • ft. created character love interest! trainee Jae Yong + Hotshot sons woAh first Hotshot scenario too wuu huu. Tysm for requesting anon, hope you like it even though ^ was confusing 😬 there isn't enough Hotshot, please support them even though Sungwoon is in Wanna One and Taehyun is debuting in JBJ !! - admin L IM SORRY I GOT THIS OUT SO LATE IM SORRY IM SORRY __________ It was the longest and most tiring flight you had taken, all you wanted to do was fall into a nice, deep sleep but no, you had to deal with so much paperwork first. And with a jerk. Coming to produce a song with a fairly popular group was any newbie producer's dream come true and you considered yourself lucky to have parents well established in the industry to pull some strings. Maybe your dad just tugged on the wrong one. According to their manager, all the Hotshot members had been anticipating your arrival, eager to start working on a new song for their half finished album. It was a great honour and responsibility for you to hold but you were glad for the opportunity and new friends. Hojung, Timoteo and Taehyun seemed the most welcoming and excited about your arrival. San was a tad bit more reserved but you figured it was just his personality. However, Junhyuk had completely ignored your presence, he seemed agitated and annoyed. You were appalled by his attitude towards you yet you couldn't blame him. When their manager had informed them that you would be staying in their spare room ( their manager's room but let's say he's gonna take a break for awhile ), Junhyuk looked so angry you swore his jaw was going to crack from all that clenching. Once you all were dismissed, he stood up and stormed out so harshly you could hear the soles of his shoes slapping even from far away. Taehyun could only manage to shoot you an uneasy smile and reassure you that it was only a temporal thing and that Junhyuk would come to his senses. That was a week ago. You had comfortably moved into 'your' new room in their dormitory, and since you lived with them, grew closer as friends. You also bonded well with some other trainees at Ador&Able / Star Crew Entertainment. ( i hate their new name i'm sorry, ador&able for life ) With the new friendships found and new music to be produced, you tried to push aside Junhyuk's hatred he channeled to you. Of course, that was impossible. As much as he hated you, he was around you almost every second of the day. While they were practicing, brainstorming for lyrics, trying out new beats, you were constantly with them. Every time, you could feel the intense stares Junhyuk shot at you, he also minimised contact with you. Timo had to give you his number for work purposes since he was so salty. You really couldn't understand. Why was he being so unprofessional? Perhaps the fact that you lived with them made it worse....... whatever, I'm sure he has his own reasons. "Y/N, hello! We're going out to grab a coffee, would you like one?" Hojung offered, beaming as you fumbled with the sound system. Your train of thought was broken by the maknae's sudden question. Still, you nodded and thanked him gratefully. San's steady rap could be heard from the next room so only him and Junhyuk were around. You smiled at his verses, appreciating how much smoother they sounded proved he had been working hard. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Junhyuk entered. He sighed when he saw that only you were present but sat down on the sofa anyways. "Hi," you greeted, not really expecting any reply. To your surprise and probably to his too,  he answered with a, "Hello, Y/N." The way your name rolled off his tongue effortlessly made your heart flutter and heat rise to your cheeks. It took awhile for you to calm yourself down. Minutes of awkward silence ticked by. Then, Taehyun burst into the room, coffees in hand. "We're back!" He announced. San joined the rest from the other room, seemingly happy with the arrival of coffee. "Hey, you didn't get one for me!" Junhyuk exclaimed but not in a serious scolding manner. Hojung shrugged. "Oops, sorry. Must have ordered wrongly." "It's okay. Junhyuk, you can have mine, I don't really need one right now," you said, pushing your cup to him. Junhyuk's eyes widened significantly. "Serious? It's okay though! It isn't your fault." The tips of his ears tinged red, he fiddled with the rings on his finger. "I'm fine, really." You dismissed it with a flick of your wrist, shoving 'your' cup of coffee into his hands. He managed to crack a small smile, the first one directed to you. Things did improve from there. ... Just not as much as you wanted. He still avoided you and limited contact, occasionally smiling at you before disappearing someone else and not returning for at least a couple of hours. You just assumed it was his personality. He worked fine when it came to the song but it didn't seem like he was interested in making friends. Pity, he seemed like a nice person. Well, at least you had grown close with the rest of the boys and with some of the other trainees you bumped into regularly at the studio. One of them was called Kim Jaeyong, he was a trainee. Jaeyong seemed nice and acted friendly towards you, he often complimented your producing skills although they had yet to be honed. He also always found an excuse to spend more time around you so it was no surprise when he asked you out on a date. You tried to keep in on the low for his sake but Taehyun managed to bewitch you. Initially, he squealed but quickly quietened down when he found out the name of this trainee. He dragged you into another room urgently. "Do you know how much of an asshole Jaeyong is sometimes? Why? Y/N, why?" Shock was written all over your face, was Jaeyong a liar? How could he have acted so well? Maybe it was a misunderstanding.....

“Out of all people, Jaeyong. Oh my god.....but I won't stop you. It's up to you, okay? Just don't do anything stupid. Make sure to put him in his place if he steps out of line," Taehyun warned before leaving, he looked like he wanted to kick Jaeyong someone There was even more protest when the rest of the group found out. San found it ridiculous, Hojung looked like he wanted to punch Jaeyong and Timo just shook his head in disappointment, sighing. "Out of all the great people here, Y/N, it had to be Jaeyong. I have nothing against that kid, he just needs to learn his place sometimes," he grumbled. Junhyuk was the only one who wasn't exactly expressing anything emotion about it and a part of you sank. Why had you wanted him to pay attention to you in the first place? "I think we should all support Y/N. We don't get to make any decisions, Y/N does. Let's help her if she needs any? Okay? Y/N, if you ask me, I can help you a lot with hair and makeup," Junhyuk finally suggested. You smiled at that, at least someone was being supportive but you couldn't help but feel a little disgruntled he hadn't sided with the rest of his friends. Sure, Junhyuk was attractive enough to make you fall for him immediately but it was that cold exterior he put up that intrigued you to no end. You knew how caring and sweet he could be sometimes and lately, he had been showing a tiny bit more of that side to you. You wanted him to open up to you too. Your arms wrapped around Junhyuk's wide shoulders as he leaned against the couch. "Yay! At least I have someone who supports me!" His face turned red and it was hard for him to look you back in the eye with a genuine smile on his face, you supposed it was because he wanted the redness to fade. Hojung's lips curved into a smug smile, he sauntered out of 'your' room with a skip in his step. "Goodnight, Y/N!" His fellow bandmates sighed before chorusing their respective good byes and heading off to bed. Leaving you with a mind filled with jumbled thoughts. 

I SPLIT IT INTO PARTS BC I WANTED TO GET SOMETHING UP BUT THE REST AREN’Y EDITED FULLY YET I’M SORRY

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Certain Things - Song-based / Mixed Requests

Requested by anon: Sherlock x reader where Sherlock is in love with the reader but is too afraid to say it. and one day the reader overhears him talking to John about it. (lots of fluff) & anon: Sherlock x reader fic based on the song Certain things by James Arthur. Like Sherlock doesn't understand his feelings after towards her after spending time with her and he just notices small things about her until he finally understands his feelings. With just a lot of fluff in it? & anon: Can I make a Sherlock request where the reader falls asleep on Sherlock's couch and they aren't really dating yet and he is really sweet and gentle with her? Like he drapes a blanket over her, or brushes the hair out of her eyes Agh! & anon: Sherlock X reader fanfic where Sherlock accepts his feelings for reader and he tries to impress her but he asks John first so John tries to prank him and tell him to say a bunch of cheesy pick up lines?  & anon:  Hey can I request a Sherlock imagine with the reader where he asks her out for the first time and he's super super nervous and she's kind of insecure about it?? With a lot of fluff too? 

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 3,703

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: I craved to write this ever since I found a way to mix all of the requests. I love it dearly, and I hope you do too. Also, if there are any grammar mistake (or any kind of mistake, really) I’m sorry, today was exhausting (and English isn’t my first language so...) but I was so happy I felt like writing something.

Enjoy!

The noise of the bomb was so loud Sherlock could only hear a high pitched and elongated peep. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion out of a sudden. The bomb had exploded, yes, but Sherlock could clearly see the car it had been trapped in exploding along. The shattered glasses flying in every direction, and the few civilians nearby being pushed by the impulse of the explosion. He turned to his right, finding a very concerned John covering his face with his arms.

Then he turned to his left, and found (Y/N) with her eyes fixed on the explosion. Everything moved slower. Her knees were hurt, and she was dirty; her hair was messy and her clothes were covered with both sweat and dirt. She wasn’t trying to cover her face like John; instead, she was turning to look at Sherlock.

Their eyes met for a split second, but it felt like bewitching ages to them. They were worried about the other; laying on the ground as the bomb they had frantically looked for exploded – they were too late.

He extended his hand, trying to reach hers unconsciously. (Y/N) took his hand without hesitation and Sherlock pulled her closer to him, not caring if her legs got scratched with the ground, because it would be nothing compared to the damage of being unprotected from the flying glasses.

Once in his arms, Sherlock covered her face and upper body protectively against his chest. His face nuzzled over her hair and he shut his eyes tightly. His arms were wrapped around her body, and even when he was too exposed, he felt save.

The world went back to its regular speed. The bomb blew away many passer-by’s and the windows from the nearest buildings. The pieces of glass got spread all over, including Sherlock and (Y/N)’s hair. The pieces of the car that didn’t turn into small pieces flew away, hitting many other innocents in the process. It was a real mess, yet, it could’ve been worse.

The precious seconds went by quickly. The bomb had exploded and the consequences had been severe, but at least (Y/N) and John were fine and that was all Sherlock cared about.

After the impact, when they could hear again the silence of the street, (Y/N) pulled slightly away to look at her surroundings. There were bodies all around, but they were all alive. Sherlock was staring at her, and when (Y/N) turned to look at him she saw something she had never seen in him before: He was worried.

-

“You are officially free of glasses.” John cheered as he took yet another piece out of (Y/N)’s messy hair.

“Thanks, John.” She said, getting up from the chair to grab her bag.

“Where are you going?” Sherlock inquired as he noticed her actions.

“I’m going home.” (Y/N) replied listlessly.

“The game is still on.” Sherlock emphasised.

“But…” She breathed out heavily, “Fine.”

She left her bag once more and sat at the leather couch, ready to check the newspapers and the internet to continue her research.

“I think we can take a break… I mean, the explosion left us all tired and…” John muttered.

“If you two want to go, fine.” Sherlock hissed, “But I must solve this case before he explodes something else.”

“Since when do you care?” John inquired.

“Since now.” Sherlock answered and took his phone out to do his research from there.

John looked at (Y/N) who was already checking the papers and then to Sherlock whose eyes moved almost as fast as his tapping fingers.

Maybe John wasn’t as genius as Sherlock, not even half as clever or smart, but he was more humane than the detective. It wasn’t difficult to notice the quick glances Sherlock would permit himself to give to (Y/N). They lasted mere seconds, but John knew what they meant.

Sherlock was cold; a stranger to empathy, and an absolute cock, but (Y/N) had slowly transformed him without even noticing. He was at her mercy – especially when she was angry because she was so scary Sherlock couldn’t do anything but to obey at everything and anything she ordered – and that was something not even Irene Adler could’ve dreamed of having.

She was oblivious, of course – and John was pretty sure Sherlock was also unaware of his own feelings too – but she also liked him. Not only was she willing to stay up all night for days just to help Sherlock, even though she knew he could handle on his own, but she was also justifying and defending his improper behaviour. She wasn’t affected by his rude words, because she knew he didn’t mean them like so, and she never lost the opportunity to compliment him – not only on his intelligence, but also in other factors.

“What are you laughing at?” Sherlock inquired, looking at John with a cocked eyebrow.

“Me? I’m not laughing.” John furrowed, but he soon noticed that a funny smile had grown on his face at his own thoughts.

“Yet, you are smiling.” Sherlock insisted.

“Since when is it forbidden to smile?” John asked and didn’t get an answer. “Sherlock? Mind if we talk outside for a second?”

The two men left the flat to walk downstairs and to the front door. Sherlock refused to go out, knowing it was raining, and so Watson had to talk in whispers so (Y/N) didn’t listen.

“Sherlock.”

“John.”

“Do… You know how people act around other people they fancy?” John asked, not really knowing how to start the conversation.

“I believe they act stupid.” Sherlock answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Everyone acts stupid in your opinion.” John hissed and Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Everyone except for (Y/N).”

“Well, I can’t be the only decent person in the planet, can I?” Sherlock snapped, “What is your point? I’ve got a case to solve.”

“Right, off to the point.” John took a deep breath before continuing, “You fancy (Y/N)… I mean you really fancy her.”

Sherlock remained quiet.

“I know the way you look at her, and how gentle you are when she’s around… And you want to stop the criminal now because…”

“Are you… Jealous?” Sherlock inquired mockingly.

“I’m not gay.” John insisted. “All I’m saying is that she fancies you as well and that you should… You know, do something.”

“My dear blogger…” Sherlock huffed jokingly, “I am incapable of any kind of… Human emotion that involves decreasing the flow in which my mind works. Love is a carnal sentiment, and I cannot permit myself to feel such things, therefore, I am incapable of feeling something similar for (Y/N). Yes, she is clever and a better assistant than you, but I’m afraid that is it. Thank you for your concern.”

“Sherlock, don’t try to play Mr. Robot now.” John begged. “You are human, whether you like it or not, and falling in love is normal.”

“In moments like this, I wish the bomb had exploded in your arse rather than the car. Now, if you excuse me, I must finish the case.” And with that, Sherlock left.

-

John had excused himself two hours later. He couldn’t stand Sherlock’s denial to his own feelings, and he was exhausted and couldn’t focus on the case. Sherlock didn’t mind. After all, (Y/N) was a better assistant.

The hours passed.

Sherlock would deny it out loud, but John’s words had an impact on him. It was always easier to see the others than to see one’s self. John knew him very well, and if he thought Sherlock felt something more for (Y/N), he must’ve had something right. Maybe he liked her like a best friend, and that was it, but even so Sherlock was both curious and fearful.

He looked at her for the millionth time that night, and was surprised to find her fast asleep on the couch. He appreciated her to stay there with him until she couldn’t control herself and fell asleep; she was a kind soul that wanted to solve the case just as much as Sherlock. That was something Sherlock adored about her.

Without a second thought, Sherlock got up and went to his room to look for an extra blanket which he used to cover (Y/N) so she’d be more comfortable. She was so tired that his actions didn’t wake her up.

Sherlock noticed her hair was all over her face, and with a gentle hand he brushed it out and placed it behind her ears. She was mesmerizing while being asleep, and so Sherlock decided to take a break to observe her.

Not in the creepy way, but rather in the romantic way. The kind of observation an artist gives to a painting, a statue or a picture. Longing, loving and caring. His icy blue eyes wandered all over her graceful facial features and down to her shoulders, where the blanket started.

She was gorgeous, the most beautiful flower in the garden. Sherlock then thought that, if she were a flower, he wouldn’t cut it but would, instead, take care of her. He wanted to protect her; he wanted to be her hero.

He had never considered himself a potential hero, he didn’t want that. But after hanging on to life with (Y/N) in his arms, the desire had risen inside him like a volcano. He wanted to be a good man, and he wanted her to acknowledge him as a good man and not just his awful boss.

Did she think of him as awful? What did she tell her friends when talking about him? Did she talk about him at all? Those thoughts started invading Sherlock’s mind. They were the kind of concerns he didn’t usually mind about other people, but he was now anxiously wondering if she had a good or bad concept of him.

He was being stupid.

“Get out of my head.” Sherlock pleaded in a whisper. (Y/N) didn’t react to his words, and his whole-self melted into oblivion.

He was slowly realizing that John was right, and not only was that degrading – because John Watson was right and not him – but it was also scary. He was succumbing to the sweet pleasures of suffering the human life, and that was by far his worst fear. But then, she scrunched her nose and nuzzled her face on the blanket, and Sherlock’s fears were miraculously vanished away, replaced with adoration for her.

Maybe, just maybe, he would be willing to live in love if she were to love him back. But how can someone so astonishing and flawless fall for a monster like him? He didn’t deserve her. But he was so selfish… Could he be selfish with her too? Could he be with her, knowing she deserved better, just because he wanted her? Yes, probably.

-

It had been a week since then, and Sherlock couldn’t stop finding reasons to prove John’s point.

From the way he drooled when she absentmindedly played with her hair, to shivering when she pronounced his name. The need to get contact, and the home-like sensation he got when he achieved it no matter how small – hand-shakes, crashing at the hallway, etc. – and even cringing whenever a man set her eyes on (Y/N), even when they didn’t really want to try to flirt at her.

He was turning into a clichéd movie character, and he hated it with all his might.

Sherlock had also tried to find out if (Y/N) felt the same for him, but it was impossible because she continued to act like her usual self.

“You’re thinking of her.” John observed. They were having breakfast.

“No, I’m not.” Sherlock muttered.

“Then why did you know who I was talking about?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Sherlock sighed heavily, debating on whether to trust Watson in that as well or keeping it to himself. He would trust John with his life.

“There’s a confession I must make.” Sherlock spoke.

“Go on.” John encouraged.

“I’m ignorant to what is going on with me. There are certain things that I adore, and there are some others than I can’t fully understand…” Sherlock started, taking good care of his words so there were no misunderstandings.

“Sherlock, I won’t judge you.” John promised. Sherlock nodded and took a deep breath before speaking again.

“There’s only one thing that I am certain of.” He stated.

“What is it?” John inquired, leaning closer.

“If she told me to jump off the bridge I would do it without a second thought, and that’s because…” Sherlock shivered.

“Because…” Watson echoed.

“I am completely hers.” The detective whispered and his lips trembled. It was different to say it out loud than to keep it on his mind.

-

(Y/N) was at the half-opened door. She had listened to Sherlock’s words, but she wasn’t willing to interrupt, because she still needed to hear the name of whoever had conquered Sherlock’s heart.

She wanted Sherlock to pronounce her name. She wanted him to finally say those words she had wished for from the moment she met him – words she wasn’t sure he would ever even consider of saying, because he was too cold-hearted.

She was so focused at the on-going conversation that she didn’t notice when Mrs. Hudson entered the building.

“Oh, hi (Y/N)!” The land-lady greeted loudly and (Y/N) froze.

“He-Hello!” She greeted back.

-

“Oh, hi (Y/N)!” Sherlock and John heard Mrs. Hudson say.

Sherlock sighed heavily and rushed to lock himself in his room. John, on the other hand, rushed to open the door where a blushed, trembling (Y/N) was. He knew she had heard it all, but he also knew Sherlock hadn’t said her name.

What followed next was an odd conversation between John and the stuttering mess (Y/N) had become. She was only there to give Sherlock some folders she had found at Lestrade’s office, which contained restricted information about the bomber’s crime scenes and which she thought would be useful.

She didn’t dare to go inside, or to stay for longer than needed. Instead, she handed the folders to John and stormed out.

“She’s gone!” John exclaimed as he saw (Y/N) running away from Baker Street.

Sherlock opened the door and stomped his way to his seat.

“Don’t worry, we never said her name.” John said, sitting right in front of his friend.

“But what if she knows?” Sherlock inquired.

“I’m sure she doesn’t… Who cares?” John snapped, “If you had only seen her… Blushed cheeks, unable to pronounce a single word without stuttering… Trembling.”

“Maybe she was anxious.” Sherlock added.

“Maybe you can’t accept the idea that (Y/N) could be in love with you.” John spoke softly, “Which is idiotic, because everyone knows she’s head over heels for you.”

“Everyone?” Sherlock asked.

“Everyone.” John stated, “Why do you think Molly stopped… Doing whatever she used to do about you?”

“I thought she had gotten over me, because I’m a machine that cannot love her back.” Sherlock confessed numbly.

“Wrong.” John smiled, “She knows you like (Y/N), and she knows (Y/N) likes you… She stepped out of the way.”

“She was never in the way.” Sherlock mumbled.

Joh rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“What do I do now?”

“Go after her… Ask her out.” John replied.

“How do I ask someone out?” Sherlock asked, showing a full concern on the subject.

“Just… Just ask her out like you would like to ask a friend out.” John chuckled.

“But I don’t want to be friends with her anymore, do I?” John shook his head in response.

“Sherlock, take the shot. You’ll be fine.”

-

The bell had rung more than ten times, but she couldn’t find strength to open the door.

“(Y/N).” She heard Sherlock’s voice. He was knocking the door now, and (Y/N) could see his shadow through the small creek of light under the door.

Why was she acting like that? Yes, she liked him so much she would dare to consider it love. But why had she been triggered then? Maybe because of the strong chance to be the one to finally make Sherlock feel something other than disgust; or maybe because of the stronger chance of never being with him, because he had fallen for someone else.

“(Y/N).” He called once more.

It was now or never. She had to open the door, act natural like she used to and fix the problem.

She stood up, and her knees were shaking like weak structures during an earthquake, and her mind was dizzy, and her throat was dry. But she managed to appear natural a second after opening the door.

“Sorry, I had my earphones on and I couldn’t hear you.” She said, and Sherlock knew she was lying.

“I…” He stuttered, “I just want to know if you would like to…”

“Solve crimes?”

“Have dinner?”

They stared at each other for an awkward second. They were supposed to say the opposite line. Sherlock was the crime solver, not the man who asked one for dinner.

“Yes.”

Sherlock breathed out a sigh of relief and nodded. Then, he left without saying anything else, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but to wait until he was far away enough to close the door and screech like a banshee.

He had asked her out on a date… A real date.

-

Sherlock had changed outfit a thousand times – a conduct unlikely of him – and he still didn’t feel like he looked good enough.

“Here.” Mrs. Hudson said, handing him a navy blue button-up shirt. Sherlock put it on and stared at his reflection in the mirror. “Don’t dare to change.” Mrs. Hudson threatened.

“All right.” Sherlock granted. “Now, John, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” John replied and Mrs. Hudson left.

“I… How do I impress her?” Sherlock asked shyly.

“Im-impress her?” John laughed, “Sherlock, you have already impressed her a million times before.”

“I know, but… How do I make another kind of impression?” Sherlock asked once more.

John was about to give him a speech about being himself, but not completely himself, when an idea popped in his head. (Y/N) was already in love with Sherlock, and John knew they would be too tense during the date, so a little laugh wouldn’t hurt them.

“Sherlock, I will now tell you the biggest secret of all times.” John spoke calmly.

“Where do we come from?” Sherlock inquired.

“No, bigger.” John exaggerated and Sherlock gasped as his eyes widened.

-

They were at the table, with a candle in the middle to work as illumination. It was one of those roof-top restaurants, which was nice because the night was rather warm. The lights of London could be seen from afar, and they looked beautiful.

They weren’t talking, because none of them could figure out how to start the conversation. Sherlock then remembered John’s advice and decided to put it on practise as an ice breaker.

He cleared his throat and recited: “Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and her cheeks blushed, as a flattered smile grew on her face. Sherlock took that as a positive response.

“Do you know what this shirt is made of?” He asked, gesturing at his shirt.

“Silk?” She inquired.

“Boyfriend material.” He wiggled his eyebrows and (Y/N) giggled.

The waiter then arrived with a big bowl of salad as an entrance, courtesy of the chef.

“If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.” Sherlock continued, taking a cucumber from the plate to emphasise his point.

“Sherlock!” She squealed shyly and Sherlock gave her an enamoured smile, one that (Y/N) had never seen before.

“Does your left eye hurt? Because you’ve been looking right all night.” He recited. (Y/N) covered her face with her palms as a shy laugh left her red lips.

“Are you drunk?” She asked, looking up at him and gesturing to his empty glass of wine.

“I’m not drunk; I’m just intoxicated by YOU.” He said.

“Sherlock!” She squealed again.

“I’m going to confess something now.” He said with a cheeky grin on his face, “I tried my best not to feel anything for you, and guess what? I failed.”

“Sher…” Her facial features relaxed into a loving glance.

“It’s true.” He continued, “Because of you I laugh a little harder, cry a little less and smile a little more.”

“Sherlock…” She whispered, biting her lower lip unconsciously.

“You are so beautiful, you made me forget my pick-up line.” Sherlock muttered.

“Thank God, because they are awful.” She said and Sherlock giggled shyly.

“They made you laugh, didn’t they?” He defended.

“Yes.” She agreed, “But can we just talk like regular people now?”

“Anything you want.” Sherlock conceded.

“Who told you to say…?”

“Watson did.” Sherlock replied instantly.

“Makes sense.” She chuckled, “Why?”

“I… I wanted to impress you.” Sherlock confessed in a whisper.

“Well, Mr. Holmes, you did impress me.” She affirmed.

“Yay.” Sherlock replied listlessly.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward at all. They were finally comfortable with each other, enjoying the company and the romantic aura the candle-light between them granted.

“I’m sure you know why we are here… and why I wanted to impress you.” Sherlock started.

“I have an idea… But I would appreciate it dearly if you were to tell me… Specifically, I mean.” She said.

“Of course.” Sherlock agreed, “Except I don’t know exactly what it is…”

“Then tell me what you do know.” She suggested.

“I’m yours.” He confessed, “Absolutely yours. Every molecule belongs to you, and only you, (Y/N).” For some reason, confessing it to her wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as confessing it to John. She made him feel safe, and so saying those things out loud weren’t as bad when she was the one listening to them.

“It’s mutual, then.” She muttered. Sherlock relaxed the muscles he had no idea he had tensed; a sigh of relief leaving his lips as a smile grew on his face.

“Then maybe you can explain to me what is happening?” Sherlock begged.

“I don’t know about you… But I am utterly in love with you, Sherlock.”

“I think I am in love with you too.”

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