#it was earl grey and it was exactly what i needed omg

[dawntheduckrb]

My sad-he-doesn't-live-in-england professor brought us tea and snacks haha (very yummy, super sweet of him to do)

[bobawitch]

His Favorite Case (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: omg i’m so sorry it took me this long for another chapter. ik i’m not popular but i really hope yall like this chapter <33

warnings: mention of guns, breaking and entering, stressful situations

word count: 1368

Part one

Chapter 2:

It was strange having a man you had met yesterday in your apartment. You were both sitting on your couch, your cat Kotik coming and laying on Reid. You held your cup of tea close to you, your knees up to your chest.

“Whose this little guy?” Reid asked after taking a sip of his own tea you had made. You chuckled, reaching your hand to pet Kotik. “This is Kotik, my sweet boy.” You couldn’t hide your smile from seeing your cat, he was the best thing you had. “Kotik, isn’t that russian?” Reid looked at you, curious now. You nodded, humming a yes. “It means kitten. I grew up in Russia after my parents died.” You shrugged, your parents’ death wasn’t something you would bring up often since you never fully processed it since the man who did it was still out there. “What was that like? I’ve never been to Russia.” He shifted, making Kotik jump off him and scurry off into your own bedroom. You yawned gently before taking another longer sip of your Earl Grey. “It was fun, very different from America.” You shrugged and hugged your knees. “Right, that makes sense…” Reid kinda shut down, worried he was keeping you up. “You should get some sleep..” You shook your head. “I don’t really want to.. Nightmares and stuff.” You looked away from him, setting your mug on the side table of your couch. “You can sleep though, no need to tire yourself out.” You added to him, smiling and making eye contact. Spencer hummed before shaking his head, he shifted to put one of his legs over the other. He still held his mug but it rested on the uplifted knee, looking at you, examining you. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help but feel attracted to you. It was wrong to express these thoughts and feelings while the case was still open which is why he just decided to get to know you. Maybe keep in touch once the unsub was found. He didn’t really want a repeat of Lila though. You noticed his long and thoughtful stare and smiled, he was definitely cute and your type but it was probably inappropriate to have a crush on the agent that was taking care of you. You stretched your legs out, sitting normally before crossing them again.. “Wanna play a board game?” You poked, looking over at Spencer who was watching your every move. His eyes made your heart speed up and you could feel how warm you now felt just knowing he was looking at you. “Sure, do you know how to play chess?” He asked, looking you up and down before catching your eyes again. “Yeah! My uncle taught me when I was little, he was in a lot of famous matches actually.” You smiled at the thought, you really adored your uncle even though he and your aunt had a less traditional marriage. You stood, placing your mug down and stepping towards a shelf that had various games and boxes on it, a few books laid there as well, most catching dust. You pulled the chess board out and walked back to the couch where Spencer sat. You gently set it between the two of you and sat across from him. He eyed the board with a certain intensity. “This is a really nice board..” His voice was filled with admiration. You chuckled at his pure admiration for the board. Though you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t admired the board when you were young. Spencer had moved the board after getting beaten by you a few times. The two of you had talked, flirted a bit, then put on a movie. Though it only took the first 15 minutes of the film for you to fall asleep, leaning on Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer froze when he felt your weight but he couldn’t exactly move you. He shifted ever so slightly which caused the rest of your body to lean against him. Cusses slipped from under his breath, he just needed to move enough to get his phone. He began to move, tilting his body so he could grab the small metal phone but you fell, your head landing in his lap. His arms went up in defense and he tensed. Slowly he breathed out and rested his arms away from your body.

The next morning you woke up on the couch. You looked around but didn’t see Spencer, you couldn’t exactly remember when you fell asleep or what exactly happened. You soon stood up, you rubbed your tired eyes and hugged yourself. Your eyes fell upon a sticky note on the chess board. You moved to it, gingerly picking it up and reading the neatly written letters. Reid had written to you that he was going out to get coffee and would pick you up something to eat. You smiled and held the paper between your thumb and index before walking back to your room. You heard your front door opening and assumed Spencer was back, you pulled your shirt over your head before walking back to the living room where you found a man. But it wasn’t any man, it was the man who killed your parents. You stumbled backwards, fear filled your lungs. “Hello Y/N.” He said, a gun coming out from behind his back. You felt tears sting your eyes and you turned, running back into your room and slamming the door. You heard heft footsteps bounding behind you before a large bang sounded at your bedroom door. He jiggled the locked handle as tears streamed down your cheeks. You moved to find your phone but realized it wasn’t in your room. You cussed, panic truly setting in as you clawed at the window. You finally got it open and looked down, on the sidewalk you saw Reid with coffee and a little pastry bag. You silently basked in your joy, you were still scared but seeing Spence made you feel better. You quickly move half of your body out of your window. “REID REID” You scream, his nerdy hair flops as he looks for the voice. He eventually looked up to see you. You wave him to your apartment and he notices your tears. He immediately began running, the food and coffee being an afterthought. You turn back at your door, the man is still slamming his fist against the door. “Y/N! Y/N come on out sweetheart! I won’t hurt you!! I just wanna see ya dance!” He screamed. Your cries grew in volume and you managed to get a shaky plea for him to leave. Soon you heard Spencer get to your apartment. You heard the usual cops yell, hands up, gun down, the whole shabang. Things settled down after a few minutes. You heard rustling for a while then Reid’s voice. “You can come out now Y/N, we got him.” You slowly unlocked the door and rushed into Spencer’s arms. He was incredibly taken aback by your affection but he slowly wrapped his arms around you. You swayed in his embrace before remembering you were in his embrace. You pushed yourself back and smiled awkwardly. “Sorry..” You said gently, looking up into his eyes. His eyes seemed to be so sad, though in reality he was just longing for you. He barely knew you but he knew he was attracted to you. You noticed his eyes tracing around your face and you let your eyes slowly fall to his lips but you both tensed and moved away when Morgan came in. “Alright wonderboy, say bye bye to your girlfriend, we gotta get back.” You frowned a little at the news before straightening and dusting yourself off. Spencer looked at you like a wounded puppy dog and your heart began to melt. “I’ll text you, maybe we can play chess again. Y’know so I can beat your ass a few more times.” You tried to lighten the mood. Spencer made a small chuckle through a straight mouth smile before nodding. “Yeah, I’d like that.” His voice was soft and vulnerable. And with that he left your apartment.

[anythingforspence]

the capstone - chapter one

Summary: Reader is a semester away from getting her masters in Psychology and duringher last semester she has to complete her capstone, or passion project if you will. This year, the professors decided that each student will be personally mentored by a psycologyst in distinct fields. When Y/N meets hers, she can’t decide whether she is lucky or if it will be a long 5 months.

Pairing: Female reader x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1.8 k

Chapter warning: harsh language, sexy talk, no smut yet

A/N: omg tysm for all of the love on the teaser post. i hope i dont dissapoint.

Although I’m wide awake, I let my alarm clock keep beeping and beeping and beeping as I stare up at the white ceiling of my cheap studio apartment. My neighbor woke me up bright and early this morning by doing what sounded like lugging a dead body throughout his apartment. I lifted my head slightly just to slam it back against my bed, whining about being awake at 5:30 am. I’m probably just nervous. I have to complete this passion project for my psychology class by being mentored by a famous psychologist and write a paper about their career and their wisdom I guess. I have a meeting with my mentor today and I don’t know what to expect. My professor kept the identity of our mentors a secret. For the “excitement” and whatnot.

With a sigh, I swing my legs over the side of my bed and bend over to switch off the alarm. Resting my elbows on my knees, I run my hands down my face, basically prepping myself for the fact that I have to stand up soon. The moment I stand, I stretch all throughout my body, ending with my hands high above my head, stretching into the ceiling. My mouth getting ready to yawn when a bang was heard next door, like a book being chucked against the wall ajoined with my neighbors apartment causing me to yelp. I’m pretty sure I heard a chuckle in response to my scream. I glared at the wall, thinking of all the ways I could storm in there and punch my neighbor. I had two choices. I could storm in there and do all the things I wish I could do, or I could mind my business and get ready for the day.

Rolling my eyes I decided to just get ready. I still wanted payback, however, I blasted Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths as I head into the showe. I grab brown trousers, a white button up, and a sage green set of lace undergarments. Not that anyone would see them, unfortunately there has been a drought of sorts in my pants. I just wear them for the aesthetic. Getting undressed, I put on my favorite playlist with all of the songs that make me feel like I’m the main character in an indie film. I heard a light tapping at my door, like some wanted my attention but at the same time wished I never paid attention to them. I decided to ignore it and step under the stream of water in my shower.

Once I was all finished with my shower, I stepped out into my foggy bathroom. Singing along to Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx, I start drying off and slip on my outfit for the day. I keep my hair in a towel to help it dry some so I don’t have to use any heat on my hair. For my makeup I decided to go for a red lip, neutral blush, mascara, and brows today. Something simple and professional. I let my hair out of the towel and brush it out, not doing too much to it. Blowing myself a kiss in the mirror, I grab my purse and wrap my student ID around my neck, letting it fall next to the golden flower chained to my neck.When I open the door, I laugh in shock at the note my neighbor left for me.“nice taste in music”

I felt something against my leg and knew exactly who it was. “Hi, Payton,” I sweetly spoke to the Sphynx cat at my feet. I named her Payton even though she’s not technically mine and just wanders through the apartment complex. I bend down to give her scratches at her neck. “How’s my cutie patootie. Did you see the asshole who left this not?” She just tilted her head more into my hand, telling me to keep on scratching. “Guess not.” I stand back up and check the time on my watch, “Shit”. I had five minutes to get there.

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A bell rang as I entered the coffee shop I was supposed to meet my mentor at, of course with my favorite mask on. My eyes scan the place a little before I walk up to the counter to order my favorite drink. “Hi can I just get a 16 ounce Earl Grey, please?” The barista said something along the lines of yes of course and how my total was 2.16. “Alrighty, thank you.” It didn’t take too long for it to be done. They weren’t very busy and it’s just a tea bag and hot water.

“Excuse me, are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” 

Woah. His voice sent a tingle down my spine. Probably just because I haven’t had much human contact or the fact that I haven’t been laid in a while but, my god, what I would give for him to say my name again. But that was nothing compared to what I saw when I turned around. I’m just glad I was wearing a mask so he didn’t the way my lips parted when my eyes met his. He had curly brown hair and he dressed like an old man, doesn’t sound like much but for me, that’s everything. Oh my gosh, and he had nerdy little cute glasses? When I realized I was staring I averted my eyes and started blushing.

“Um, yes, hi, that’s my name. I’m so sorry, but what’s your name?” The tremor in my voice made me want to just drop dead. I’m a woman of science but if the Earth knew how to open up and swallow people, now would be the time to prove it.

“Oh hi. I’m Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m your psychology mentor. Did your professor not tell you?” He seemed so confused, oh my god he’s so cute.

“Oh. Oh my God I’m so sorry! My professor didn’t let us know who was mentoring us, just in case we did prior research or something. I’m sorry. But yes um I’m Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” I kept on rambling, looking anywhere but his eyes. Unfortunately, it made me look like I was checking him out. Oh fuck.

Chuckling a bit, he goes, “Oh no your fine. No need to apalogize. It’s a pleasure to meet you miss Y/N.” Not going to lie, the way he said my name sent tingles to my pussy. Oh my god what is wrong with me! I can’t be thinking these things about the person who is going to mentor me! Stop being so horny.

I started to blush and I cleared my throat and gestured towards the window. “Um, should we go sit out there?”

“Oh yes of course. Please after you,” he said, his hand finding the small of my back, hitching my breath and making me nervously mess with the rings on my fingers. We sat at the iron tables outside of the coffee shop, he pulled my chair open for me, finally his hands off of me. I felt like I could breathe again but at the same time I felt sad, empty. He took off his mask to take a sip of what he was drinking and holy shit. He had some scruff and his lips just looked so inviting. I wanted to distract from the silence that was biting at me. “So, uh, what do you do?” My voice trailing off, making everything so much heavier with awkwardness and the sexual tension that was just coming from me.

“What do you mean what do I do?” Fuck. I looked so stupid of course he does something in pschology. That’s the whole reason you’re here.

“W-well, um, like what specific area do you work in?”

“I do criminal profiling with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” My eyebrows bunch together in confusion. What does that have to do with psychology? Almost as if he’s reading my mind he continues, “We psycho analyze crime scenes, victims, bodies to understand why a criminal would do what they did, which helps us to understand the type of person they are, their background, and it leads us to the criminal, or unsub.”

“Wow that’s actually really cool. But, like, how does that all work?”

“Tell me, Y/N, when was the last time you had sex?” I didn’t say anything. I was so shocked. First off, how inappropriate, but also how did he know? “When I first walked in, you kept on looking me up and down as if you’ve never seen a man before. You keep fidgeting with your rings. Usually new jewelry makes people fidget but the stains on your fingers suggest you wear rings frequently which means you're nervous. Also ever since I’ve taken my mask offyou haven’t stopped staring at my lips. So, sweet girl, tell me when was the last time you were satisfied?”

I just sat there, gapping at him like a fish out of water. What was I supposed to say? Why thank you for asking, although the last time I’ve had sex was a year ago but the last time I’ve orgasmed has been longer? Before I could come up with an answer he got a phone call. Someone named Morgan needed him or something. Whatever it was, it seemed urgent.“Sorry our meeting got cut short, Y/N. Very important FBI business came up. Here is my card, has my name, email and phone number. I recommend calling me because I don’t usually check my emails or my texts. Your professor already gave me your contact information so I know how to find you. I am very excited for the upcoming months.”

“Oh- uh, thank you,” I whispered, still shocked. He grabs my hand so that he can hand me my card since I haven’t moved a muscle. 

“Oh and Y/N?” My head wips up at him and I let out a “hmm?” that could be mistaken for a moan. “Green is a nice color on you.” Confused, I looked down to see my button up shirt had popped open, letting my green covered tits be seen by the world. Eyes blown open, I immediately cover myself and say a thank you that sounded so embarrassing because my voice cracked. He just chucked and told me he would contact me soon. Before he left, I could’ve sworn he looked at me as if I was a sexy hollywood actress or something. But I brushed it off. Maybe he was concerned for me. After all, I had my tits out and made it obvious that I was desperately horny. God these five months will be awful if I keep thinking about Dr. Reid as a sex partner than a mentor. Then again the concept of having sex with your mentor can be hot. Nope. No. I should stop there.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Summon Away | Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

The day has come! I am finally writing an update on the fifteenth and final chapter of Moth Work, which I wrote about a month ago! 

Summon Away is probably the shortest in the book at just over 1800 words, and also one of my faves because it’s so?? tender?? I wrote it in one sitting and couldn’t have asked for a better end to this book. Here’s a scene breakdown:

Scene A:

Harrison sees Lonan for a soft moment early in the morning, free of the stress of Eliza lmaooo. They have a super tender moment, however there’s this strange tension to the point where we know something isn’t exactly right.

Harrison moves the scene along by saying he’s going to grab a pack of cigarettes from a gas station down the road. From the context, we can probably tell this is true, except he ain’t coming back. Probably the most sweepingly dramatic moment I’ve ever written and I’m here for it loool. This is my soap opera moment where Harrison essentially leaves Lonan to have his new relationship with Eliza, despite his concern, because he’s gotta make a decision that’s healthiest for him and that’s called character development folks!!

Did I break my own heart breaking up my OTP :) yes!!!

Scene B:

This is a really short half scene where Harrison locates his mother who doesn't live far from Eliza’s apartment.

Scene C:

Harrison and his mother sit outside on her balcony and he reflects on his decision to split (literally a trend that all my Fostered characters are yeeting away from each other oops) while watching people below engage in some form of a relationship with one another. So much drama!!

The chapter gets its title from a Nothing But Thieves song (why would it not at this point), Tempt You (Evocatio). I was struggling to title this chapter because I needed something that fit the vibe, and had actually tried to use the concept of an evocation to title a chapter for this book previously to no avail. However, after revisiting the Wikipedia article for an evocation, I came across the definition of “summon away”:

The Latin word evocatio was the "caIIing forth" or "summoning away" of a city's tutelary deity. The rituaI was conducted in a miIitary setting either as a threat during a siege or as a result of surrender, and aimed at diverting the god's favor from the opposing city to the Roman side, customariIy with a promise of a better-endowed cuIt or a more Iavish Tempie.

I thought this concept of “summoning away” sounded slightly contradictory (the word summon brings images of a coming forth of some sorts, while the word away sounds like the opposite at least to me am I making this more *metaphorical* than it is perhaps) and I really thought the chapter strangely fit the above definition, hence my choosing!

Excerpts:

This is kind of torture because I dearly miss writing the boys interacting as they’re not with each other in Feeding Habits the angstttt:

“What is that?” Harrison asks, pulling back a barstool with one hand, while pointing at the mug with another.

Lonan glances up, and the two mutually analyze each other. Lonan’s puckered skin, how morning makes his eyelashes papery, like wings. He wonders what Lonan sees in him—for a moment, it’s all he wants to know.

Lonan knuckles the mug over and Harrison picks it up like he’s holding an eyeball. The tea is hot, though Lonan hasn’t seemed to mind, and its flowery perfume burns Harrison’s throat. Lonan pulls the mug back to him when Harrison’s done, and takes another sip.      

“I still have no idea,” Harrison says, and to his shame, studies Lonan’s face for a bite wound.

“Earl grey.”

“Sounds fancy.”

“It expired four years ago.”

Harrison gasps, and Lonan almost smiles. And for a moment, Harrison almost forgets where he is. What happened at this counter just a few hours prior. With Lonan, it almost disappears. They could be back at the cabin, needling through the woods on that first day they tried to get rid of the dark room. They could be in the water, shielding, yet simultaneously pushing each other under. They could be dancing to no music in a tiny bathroom or driving for carless miles in the tarnish of rain. 

This is my very overt metaphor that I bullshitted to title this novel that ended up working being very overtly injected into this book !! :))) but imagine this part with a sepia filter and it’s actually a silent film with captions oh:

“I found this article,” Lonan says, and turns the paper over. It’s not very long, just a small corner of the entire page, but Harrison sees the title, all bolded, Summer’s Dreaded Pesk: 10 Facts About Moths. He leans in closer to read it.

The facts are almost all useless to him—that moths like sweet things, that there are thousands of species, that many don’t eat, but what sticks out to him is the last: how they’re attracted to light. Harrison skims the text with his fingernail, reads something about light traps, and tries not to think of how unfortunate it all is—to move toward light and then stop moving altogether. 

He knows whatever he will say will keep him here, in this sun, on this barstool, reading the newspaper about moths, sitting next to Lonan, drinking his tea, never knowing what flavour it is. Harrison inhales, and on his exhale, unclasps the chain and drapes it around Lonan’s throat.

When the angel hits Lonan’s chest, a sound comes out of his mouth that Harrison thinks is almost animal. Harrison’s hand lingers on the back of Lonan’s neck when he clasps it, feeling the pulse of Lonan’s heartbeat, even from all the way up here.

Lonan clutches the angel when Harrison pulls back, and he doesn’t let go, even when Harrison rises.

“I’m going to grab a pack of cigarettes,” Harrison says. “Is there a gas station around here?”

“Just up the road.” Lonan’s brows furrow.

“Do you want anything?”

“I don’t think so.”

Harrison nods. Then he steps back, away from the kitchen, and slips his shoes on, one by one, more carefully than he’s ever done before. He knows Lonan looks at him. He knows what’ll be in his eyes if he looks up—and so he doesn’t. Harrison checks his jacket pocket for his car keys, and when they jangle, he turns toward the door.

“How long?”

Lonan’s voice makes him jump.

“Pardon?”

“How long will you be gone?”

Harrison frowns. “I’m just grabbing a pack of cigarettes.”

So Harrison’s reaction to everything being white and gold is my reaction to modern decoration loool this is just CNF at this point:

Harrison buys the pack of cigarettes. And then the gum. And then he finds his mother.

She isn’t hard to locate. A quick question at the checkout counter, and he finds out the apartment complex near the public garden is only a fifteen-minute drive away.

It’s just as he pictures it. A white building, with a white lobby, the bricks white, the carpets white, the tables white. In little places, there are bits of gold, in place he doesn’t think gold should be—lining the keyboard the security guard types at, on the edges of every window so it’s only visible when the sun flashes.   

And at last, here’s the final paragraph of the book!!! angst!!

His mother reads. Harrison watches. A father and son down below, who take turns walking their golden retriever. A food stand vendor that hands a stack of checked tissues to a mother wrangling four small children. A couple who take photos in front of a fountain, how he can almost hear the mechanical click of their camera from fifty feet up. Something stirs inside of him, at the thought of Lonan back in that golden apartment, and he only realizes what it is much later, when his mother is heating up something spiced and leftover in the microwave. The feeling like being buried alive and wanting to do it again just so someone can pull you out. A loneliness he sucks on until his mouth sores. 

And there it is!! This book has been so much fun to share with y’all! Thanks for reading these updates and for all the love for this novel. I haven’t written anything for book two in a while, and am now feeling nostalgic to do so, so keep an eye out for more Moth Work related endeavors! For now this is the end!

--Rachel

[cameronspecial]

King of CSCC (Ch.1)

Pairing: Rich Kid! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets a scholarship to attend Collegialiter Schola Currere Cucurri, a prestigious boarding school in England. She’s very studious and organizes, everything needs to be a certain way for her to be happy. Tom is the resident fuckboy at school and,  with his daddy being the richest man on earth, he practically owns the school. What happens when Tom falls completely in love with Y/N, but she doesn’t want to be with him because of his reputation.

Words:  2 415

Prologue

The next morning, Y/N woke up in the unfamiliar room that will be her home for the rest of the school year. She gets out of bed and slowly makes her way into her private bathroom to get ready for the day. When she is finally ready for the day, she makes her way out the door only to run into Delilah waiting for her at the door. “Good morning, neighbour! How’d you sleep last night?” Delilah questions the sleep ridden girl. Y/N rubs her eyes and groans, “I am still so tired. I wish I could have gotten an earlier flight, but since I was a tad late with buying the tickets this is those are the cheapest tickets I could find. Jet-lag is going to fucking kill me tomorrow during classes.” Delilah lets out a laugh and pulls her towards the front entrance of the dormitories. “You’ll be fine. Come on, the boys are saving us a spot at the table and we want to get there before all the good tea is gone,” Delilah lectures the sleepy girl. Y/N grumbles and follows the too cheerful girl to the Dining Hall.

Tom and Harrison joke around while they wait for the girls to come. “No, but last time I checked you didn’t bang Katie…” Tommy cut himself off when he saw Delilah and Y/N walk into the room. The poor girl looks so tired that all he wanted to do is wrap her up in a blanket and cuddle her. He wanted to watch as her chest moved up and down while she slept. The mere thought of that made his insides feel mushy and warm. It surprised him that he didn’t have one sexual thought about the girl, okay maybe he had a few, but he wanted it to be more about intimacy and lovemaking rather than it just being sex just like he always wants with other girls. Harrison notices his friend’s stare and waves his hand in front of Tom’s face, “Hello, anybody home?” Tom quickly snaps out of his daydream and quickly gets up. “Harrison and I will go get you ladies breakfast. How do eggs benedict with earl grey tea sound?” Tom asks the girls, but he doesn’t really wait for a response as he tugs Harrison with him towards the line of students waiting for their breakfast. However the boys don’t line up with everyone else, they cut to the front and start getting the little groups breakfast for them. “You know you are totally whipped for her and you barely know her,” Harrison teases as he places some plates onto the trays. Tom shakes his head, but keeps his smile to himself at the thought of her, “No, I’m not. I just want to be her friend. If she’s going to be hanging out with Delilah all the time then she’ll be hanging out with us, so I might as well be friends with her.” Harrison shakes his head in disagreement as he poured some tea for the four of them. “Whatever, just don’t break her heart because Delilah and I really do like her and it would be really hard choosing between you two. I also want you to know that you have never gotten your own breakfast and just the fact that you are getting her breakfast tells me that she is different,” Harrison tells him truthfully because he really wanted his best friend to be happy.

At the same time, Delilah tries to convince Y/N that Tom likes Y/N. “Tom totally likes you, you know?” Delilah informs her new best friend. Y/N shakes her head in annoyance, “No, he doesn’t. He’s just a massive flirt.” Delilah, however, is very adamant about the fact that Tom really likes Y/N. “It’s true, Y/N/N. Tom has never offered to get anyone anything ever, so the fact that he is getting you breakfast-” before Delilah could finish what she is saying, Tom and Harrison come back to the table with everyone’s breakfast. Tom places a tray in front of Y/N while Harrison gives Delilah her tray. “So what are you girls talking about?” Tom asks as he wonders why Y/N looks flustered. Y/N looks down at her plate and starts eating, “We aren’t talking about anything important. How did you guys sleep?” Tom is a little disappointed that Y//N didn’t really answer his question, but he answers her question none the less, “I slept well thank you very much. How about you?” The rest of breakfast went a lot like the night before when everyone was helping Y/N unpack. After breakfast, Tom, Harrison, and Delilah wanted to head to the gymnasium.

“So we should you the gym yesterday briefly, but now you can have a better look at it,” Delilah says as she gets out what the British would call a football. She places it on the floor and the three of them start kicking the balls around. “Do you play, Y/N?” Tom inquires as he gently passes the ball to her. Y/N kicks the ball to Harrison but fails and ends up kicking it in the opposite direction. “I am not that great at sports. I like to exercise, but my hand-eye coordination is pretty bad and I pretty clumsy so it’s not the best combination for playing sports. I like playing soccer though, just not for competition. The three of you are on the soccer team, right?” Y/N explains as she watches the ball go back in forth between the four of them. Harrison lets out a chuckle, “We call it football here in England. I don’t exactly know what soccer is, but yeah we are on the football teams. Tom and I are on the male team, and Delilah is on the female team.” “Why don’t we play a little game? I’ll get the nets,” Delilah suggests while heading to the storage closet to get the nets. “I call having Delilah on my team,” Tom calls out. Harrison chuckles as he walks over to Y/N, “That’s fine. Y/N and I can kick your asses either way.” Harrison picks up the ball and places it in the middle of the gym. The game starts and Harrison passes the ball over to Y/N who runs towards the goal with it. She tries to dodge Delilah, but Delilah is too fast for Y/N and takes the ball from her. Delilah passes the ball to Tom who dashes towards the net with it. Y/N runs after Tom and tries to kick the ball away from Tom, but she fails to do so and ends up slipping. She falls straight onto her butt. Tom immediately stops in his tracks and runs over to her with a worried look on his face. “Omg, Y/N are you okay? I am so sorry. Here let me help you up,” Tom says as he holds his hand up for her to take. Y/N takes his hand and pulls herself up, “Thank you. I am fine. My bum is just going to be a little so. Although, I have to advise you that you shouldn’t leave the ball attend because then just anyone can take it.” Y/N runs over to the ball as fast as she can and heads over towards the net. She is laughing the whole way there and once she gets in front of the net, she kicks the ball directly into it. Y/N screams in excitement and runs to give her a hug. “Good job, Y/N,” Harrison praises. The score was tied and they were getting ready to finish the game. Tom has the ball and is running towards the net. Y/N runs after her and tries to steal the ball from him, but she ends up tackling him by accident. Y/N falls on top of Tom so that they are both looking at each other. Tom looks into Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes and sees just how her eyes sparkle when she laughs. A little bit of her hair covers her eyes so Tom lifts his hand to move it away from her eyes. “You’re crushing me just a little bit,” Y/N notifies Tom whilst giggling. Tom chuckles and gets to his feet, “Sorry. I say we call it a tie and head to get some celebratory ice creams in town.”

Everyone heads to take a quick shower and get change, then they all head into Tom’s Mercedes Benz. Harrison and Delilah purposefully sit in the back seat of the car, so that Y/N would have to sit in the front seat with Tom. “Hey, can I plug my phone in for music, please?” Y/N queries with her phone in her hand. Tom nods his head and hands her the cable while keeping his eyes on the road. Y/N plugs in her phone and puts on one of her playlists.  Perfect by Ed Sheeran starts playing and Y/N starts singing along to the music. Tom unconsciously starts tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and starts to sing along with Y/N, “I whispered underneath my breath, but you heard it. Darling, you look perfect tonight.” Y/N looks over at Tom with a surprised look on her face then smiles. She couldn’t help, but admire the way that the sun reflects off of Tom’s brown hair and how it makes his eyes smile. His voice isn’t bad like she thought it might be, but it is actually quite soothing. Tom notices Y/N’s stare and looks over, “What’s up?” “Nothing, just surprised that you have a nice singing voice,” Y/N tells him. What she doesn’t know is that at the same time, Tom was noticing the same things about her. He notices just how much he loves the way the sun reflects off of her hair. He can see just how her eyes sparkle when she hears a song she loves and it’s driving him crazy. He would do anything in the world to be able to always have her sit in the front seat with him. The rest of the car ride was with the whole car singing along to Y/N’s playlist.

Once they arrive at Scoops, the ice cream parlour in town, Y/N and Tom decide to go get the ice cream while Delilah and Harrison save them a table outside since it is still warm enough outside. “What are you getting?” Tom asks Y/N, who was looking at the menu. Scoops is known to have a notoriously big menu. Currently, they have fifty-eight different flavours that you can choose from and Y/N has no idea what to get. “I don’t know, but you can go ahead and order. I’ll just go after you,” Y/N states with an adorable thinking face being shown on her face. “No, it’s fine. I am going to pay for all of them. Maybe, I could surprise you with a flavour if you can’t choose. I think a know a flavour that you might like,” Tom purposes as a solution to Y/N’s dilemma. Y/N agrees to Tom’s idea, “Yeah, that sounds great. Could you maybe get it in a cup, please?  Thank you.” Tom says that Y/N can head back to the table with everyone else whilst he orders. When Tom is finished ordering, he heads back to the table with everyone else. The friends talk about random things whilst waiting for the ice cream to come. A few minutes pass and the waiter brings the ice cream with glasses of water for everyone. “I got Delilah her favourite, strawberries and fava beans. Harrison, I got you the apple lavender. I got the chocolate sage and Y/N I got you salted caramel pretzel,” Tom reveals to the group. Everyone took their perspective ice creams and dives into them. Tom watches as Y/N takes a bite of her ice cream to see what she thinks of it. “So what do you think?” Tom seeks her opinion on the ice cream. Y/N’s sighs with satisfaction when the ice cream touches her tongue, “This is so good! This was a good choice, Tommy! Thank you!”

They eat their ice cream with pleasant conversation until Y/N notices three kids the same age as them walking past the store with a ‘we are better than you’ look on their face. “Hey, do you know who they were?” she queries as she finishes her ice cream. Harrison looks to see who she’s looking at before responding, “That was Penelope Williams and her minions, Julia and Carter Bellsworth.” Delilah rolls her eyes at the mention of the trio and scoops some more ice cream into her mouth. “Ugh, let’s not talk about those idiots. I hate them so much,” she groans. Y/N frowns with confusion because she can’t recall reading any of their names in her research of the school. “Why? What’s wrong with them?” Y/N interrogates. At that Tom chimes into the conversation, “What isn’t wrong with them? Carter is madly in love with Delilah, but he’s skull is so thick that you can break concrete with it. All he does is follow his twin sister around and Julia, she can’t think for herself. She’s always doing whatever Penelope is doing and she’s always trying to get Harrison to go on a date with her. And don’t even get me started on Penelope. We used to sleep with each other. It was supposed to be no strings attached, but then she went around telling everyone that we were dating so I broke it off. Ever since then she’s been trying to get me to date her. She’s also a spoiled brat that does whatever to get what she wants, so that’s also what’s wrong with her.” Y/N won’t lie and say that she didn’t feel a little pang in her heart when she heard that Tom had slept with Penelope, but what can she do? “Ahhh, they sound delightful. They seem like the Plastics of CSCC,” Y/N observes. Tom chortles, “Yeah, like the plastics in Mean Girls. I love that movie” Y/N gives him a surprised look because he really doesn’t look like the type of guy to watch a chick flick. Tom notices, “What? Delilah made us watch it when we were younger and I am not going to deny that I love the movie just because it’s a chick flick.” “I am not judging. I just really like the movie too,” Y/N retorts with a smile on her face. The friends spent the rest of the afternoon at the ice cream parlour.

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more questions! if you get tired of them, let me know 😂 what's your preferred roast and favorite method of brewing coffee? what about tea? any of your quirks or personality traits ever land you in hot water before? what's the one thing that makes you laugh without fail? do you put toilet paper on the right way or the deranged, I'm-a-murderer way? Hogwarts house? cake or pie? or CHEESECAKE?! what would your life's theme song be? funniest injury? and again, Bucky's answers to these questions! 😘❤

YAY QUESTIONS!!! I love it, thanks for asking!!!

Coffee roast and brewing preference

Kris: I am so boring…Starbucks Kenya roast, filter coffee style. My machine is set to go on every morning at 5am!

Bucky: He’s a French press guy. He likes how precise and delicate you need to be with the press, it encourages him to be gentle.

Tea!!

Kris: Earl Grey, small splash of milk, in my polka dot mug.

Bucky: Chamomile, brewed in a vintage tea pot he found in a thrift store, served in a Captain America mug.

Quirks and personality traits that get me in trouble...

Kris: Nothing that’s gotten me in trouble, but I’m strangely tactile and like to rub my fingers along the edges of books/ any kind of paper...often get weird looks from people

Bucky: When Bucky first got back, his therapist encouraged him to ignore his filter and say exactly what he’s thinking (because he spent 70 years being denied that ability) - so for awhile, no-filter Bucky said a lot of things that caused some chaos (and embarrassment from Steve)

One thing that makes me laugh

Kris: Cat videos, all day every day

Bucky: Animals dressed as humans!

Toilet paper

Kris: The RIGHT WAY. Which is UNDER. I will fight to the death on this!!!!

Bucky: ^^^ SAME AS ABOVE. Bucky will cut a bitch.

Hogwarts house

Kris: Ravenclaw!

Bucky: Hufflepuff!

Cake or pie…

Kris: PIE. Peach pie is my absolute favorite, my mom even submitted it to a recipe book under my name because I’m so obsessed! I also love to bake, and make it often.

Bucky: CAKE. Specifically rainbow confetti cake with vanilla frosting, because it’s very pretty.

…OR CHEESECAKE

Kris: Never an OR, always an AND. 😉 Classic is the best!!! Smooth and creamy with cherries please!

Bucky: Classic, 100%. Plain New York style, no berries.

Life theme song

Kris: Run the World!! Beyonce keeps me motivated.

Bucky: Another one bites the dust.

Funniest injury

Kris: One morning I was out running and suddenly had to go to the bathroom, so I hopped a fence in a park and got stuck on the other side of it (and to top it off, the bathrooms were padlocked). I managed to get back over the fence, but it had huge spikes and I stabbed my leg and fell off the other side. And almost peed my pants. I laugh NOW, but omg I should have died. Jumping an IRON SPIKED FENCE?! Idiotic.

Bucky: While camping in France in 1944, Bucky was showing off his shooting skills for the Howlies, and after he shot a can off a fence post, he twirled the pistol cowboy style and tried to put it back in the holster – and it got caught on his finger and he shot himself in the foot. Steve likes to bring this up whenever Bucky pisses him off.

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[ID: a comic of Star Trek TNG characters.

Panel 1. The Enterprise, with text in the Star Trek episode title font, "Star Buddies / In: Ready, Set, Room!"

2. Picard is standing in the bridge, wearing horse riding gear. He says, "We're on course to arrive at KO-35 in eight star hours. I'll be in the holodeck, riding the ponies." Worf, Riker, Troi, LaForge and Data are all in the bridge as well.

3. Picard, walking to a turbolift, says, "Nobody go into my ready room while I'm gone. Captain's orders." Troi, the only other person visible at this angle, looks up curiously.

4. Data, at a console near the front, says, "The captain does not usually emphasize the restriction of his private quarters." LaForge, next to him, says, "Maybe he had the earl grey toots in there."

5. Troi, next to the captain's chair, says, "He is concerned about a secret being uncovered." Riker, opposite her and leaning over wide-eyed, says, "What if he's in trouble?"

6. Riker sits back, legs pulled up on his chair and a hand on his chin. He says, "Like it's an alien thing but he can't ask for help because of aliens?"

7. Worf, leaning over the railing and looking distressed, says, "We could be infiltrated! As head of security I insist we break into his ready room!"

8. They all sprint for the room, Riker jumping straight out of his seat.

9. They stand in the ready room, which is dimly lit, all with nearly the same expression. Riker says, "Oh." There is a canvas to the side with some purple paint visible.

10. The canvas has a painting of all of their faces (Worf, Riker, Troi, LaForge and Data) in a much more realistic style than the comic's. It's on a purple background, with 'Best Friends' written in a swirly pink font in the middle.

11. LaForge raises an eyebrow and says, "Is that supposed to be us?" Riker, hand to the side of his mouth, says, "This is awful."

12. Picard is standing in the doorway watching their backs. Riker says, "This upsets me." and LaForge says, "Omg."

13. Riker sees Picard standing there and turns around, eyes bulging. He says, "Picard! I thought you were riding the ponies!"

14. Picard, holding his hat and with tears in his eyes says, "The holodeck malfunctioned again and the ponies gained sentience. Excuse me I've gotta go."

15. Troi says, "Oh no! We hurt the captain's feelings!" Worf rolls his eyes and says, "Wow, nice catch. Thank goodness we have an empath on board."

16. Riker theatrically gestures a hand in the air and says, "C'mon gang! We have to make this right! To sickbay!"

17. A yellow corner box says 'soon:'. The crew are in sickbay, where Dr. Crusher is working. Riker says, "Dr. Crusher, we need your help!"

18. Close up of Crusher looking seriously at them, saying "I..."

19. Her eyes go big and shiny, with a sparkling effect around her. She finishes, "... Love helping."

20. Yellow corner box says 'and so...' Picard is sitting in his captian's chair, theatrically hanging his head and sighing. Speech bubble frk offscreen says, "Captain!"

21. The crew are standing in front of Picard. All of their faces now look exactly like Picard's painting, in the realistic style. Their heads are also now disproportionately bigger. Picard leans forward and says, "Oh my goodness." Riker says, "We had Beverly perform reconstructive surgery to make us match your painting!"

22. Picard puts his hands to the side of his face and exclaims, "You did all this for me?"

23. Riker holds his hands up and says, "We love you big guy. Hug?"

24. Picard, close to tears, says, "Make it so."

25. Picard, drawn in a slightly simpler style to contrast the other's realistic faces, says, "I love you hideous freaks." A box at the bottom says 'Joe Chouinard 2017'

Bonus: Picard is sitting at a table and taking a sip of tea. Hanging on the wall behind him is a large portrait of Dr. Crusher, in the realistic painting style.

/ end ID]

I made this comic about the true meaning of friendship.

[krispyalpacaduck]

Passing Notes

My first Benedict X Reader fic :). Let me know what you think :)

Benedict Cumberbatch x reader

A/N: This was inspired by this photo on Facebook (Credit to the original poster whose name escapes me). This wasn’t supposed to be this long but it kind of got away from me. I shouldn’t have to say this, but I feel I must...For the reminder, this is fanfiction, so anything that happens in it is exercising artistic creativity, not a deliberate attempt to make the writer look like a housewrecker :)

It had been a rough day at the office. On the tube you maintained eye contact with the floor, not bothering to look at anyone lest someone decided to strike up a chat that you were just not in the mood for. Nearing your stop, you tilted back your head,rolling your neck around. Coming back full circle you opened your eyes and froze when you saw Benedict sitting opposite where you were standing. He looked as though he were sleeping, a book sitting lazily in his lap, his head slightly off to the side.  You argued with yourself as you stared at him. 'That could be anyone',  'Is that really him?!' and 'Nah, can't be." were at war with each other. He moved slightly, his head coming up and you knew in a second it was definitely him. You could feel your heart racing, slamming into your ribcage as you tried to remain calm instead of "OMG OMG OMG! You're Benedict Cumberbatch!" bursting from your lips. You put a hand to your mouth in effort to conceal a squeal of excitement at the prospect of being in the same tube carriage as Ben, the opportunity to talk to and see in person the one and only! As you turned to walk towards him, you suddenly remembered something he'd said in an interview about an, at times, irrational fear about people coming up to him questioning if he was indeed Benedict Cumberbatch.  You sucked in a harsh breath as you put eyes on him again, mentally berating yourself with a slight physical shake of your head as you thought about how you would feel if a random person woke you up when you had dozed off in a public place.  Thinking quickly, you remembered the notebook you had with you. Taking it out, you overheard the loud speaker announcing your stop was coming up. You wrote quickly but legibly: Hi Mr. Benedict Cumberbatch, I saw you on the tube but you looked quite content so I didn't want to disturb you. I just wanted to say that I am a huge fan of your work and I absolutely adore you. Well, stop's coming up. Take care! Cheers! Sincerely, Y/N Your stop was announced then. As gently as you could, you slipped the note into his book, hoping he would see it. As the pressure sounded, releasing the doors, you took one last look to see Benedict stirring. He looked around and then to you, offering a smile. You instantly offered one back, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you walked out onto the platform. Had it not been for all the people around, you would have done a Sherlock in A Study in Pink and jumped in the air in excitement. You were so dazed by the encounter you nearly bumped into people.  Making your way out of the tube station, you fancied a cup of tea. You went to your favorite shop that was close by and ordered your favorite, a blueberry green tea. It always hit the spot when you were stressed out or just needed a chill out time. You chucked to yourself thinking, 'This is definitely a chill out time.'  The wind had picked up outside, twirling leaves and debris into a mini-tornado as people started filing in to warm up. You decided to stay for a bit, taking out Hamlet to study it. The play was coming up and you needed to be ready. It was some time before you looked up upon hearing the door bell jingle. A gush of wind screamed at the pages of your book, shutting it violently. Loose papers flew around the shop haphazardly, their owners scrambling to grab them.  You looked to the door, curious to see who had let in the offending element. You felt a whoosh of air leave your lungs as you stared at the door, or rather, the figure at the door. Standing there brushing leaves off his coat with leather gloved fingers was Benedict. His creamy tan coat graced his shoulders, the collar turned up against the wind. The bottom of the coat moved in a sensual, sinful dance as he walked to the counter, hugging his legs. Naturally he would make an entrance like that, you chuckled to yourself. He glanced to you as he passed and offered a smile, seeing a twinkling of recognition in his eyes. Pulling off his gloves, he ordered, the sound of his voice carrying across the small shop. Music to your ears. You closed your eyes as he made small talk with the barista, relishing in hearing it in person.  The smell of Annick Goutal Eau de Monsieur caught your nose. Hints of mandarin orange, bergamot, mint, geranium, patchouli and sandalwood intoxicated you, making you feel lightheaded. It wasn't enough that the man himself was sinfully gorgeous but he smelled amazing too. Not that you were surprised. You opened your eyes, glancing around the shop, seeing others breathing in deeply, eyes closed, letting out a breath with half-lidded eyes. You noticed another peculiar thing when sweeping your eyes across the room; there were no seats left. Not daring to look for Ben again, you opened your book again and tried to focus on the words, silently praying (yet secretly wishing that he hadn't) that Ben had gotten his tea and left. You waited for the gush of wind from the opened door, but none came.  "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"  The voice came suddenly, causing you to jump, the book closing again. A waft of his cologne assaulted your nose again as the wind from him walking and stopping at the table caught up. You glanced up slowly, locking eyes on his and felt your face break out in a blush. "Not at all. Please!" You said, gesturing to the open chair. "Thank you." He said cheerfully with that to-die-for smile on his face. Be cool, be cool, be cool! You admonished yourself. Ben crossed his leg and turned in the chair, looking around the shop at the soft light and decorations that lined the rafters. You took the opportunity to look at him while he was distracted. He wore a maroon shirt like the one he wore in Sherlock, the buttons seemingly straining to keep it on him and black pants that outlined his legs. You trained your eyes back to his face, studying it. Your eyes focused on several points of interest, most notably his neck. A pale thick column of muscle as it was elongated to search the ceiling, matching up perfectly to his chiseled jawline. Your fingers twitched involuntarily, taking on a life of their own, desperate to feather down its length. Of course you would never be so brazen but you couldn't help but entertain the thought. Benedict turned then to face you, both of you letting out a chuckle at the normal than longer eye contact. You tucked a strand of hair back behind your ear, an action you unconsciously did when you were nervous, as you tried to calm the heat in your face.  "So, what's your poison?" Benedict asked. The question took you by surprise. "I'm sorry?" "Tea, I mean." "Oh, duh. Haha. I really like blueberry green tea. It's a lighter green tea but very good. What about you?" I like a blend of Earl Grey with Lapang Souchong. It's a very smokey black tea, the Lapsang but it pairs nicely with the Earl Grey." "Is that what I smell? It smells like a brisket." "It does, doesn't it?" You share another chuckle together. You brought your hands up yo your tea mug, thumbs lightly stroking the sides. You didn't know what to talk to him about. It was awkward. "I have to say," you began, keeping your eyes fixed on your cup. You had a chance to tell him exactly what you had written in your note to him  and you were going to take it. "I'm a huge fan and I'm honestly a little star-struck at having tea with you." You finished, looking up at him. It was his turn to blush, circling his finger around the top of the cup. "I'm flattered, thank you. I'm just like everyone else though. Nothing special." You threw him a look, you head slightly tilted, eyebrow raised with a smile on your face. He responded in kind, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He looked to the book on the table. "Hamlet?" You looked down to the book, then back to Ben.  "Yeah, I'm taking a Shakespeare class and we are performing Hamlet as a grade. I was awarded the part of Ophelia." "Oh, wow! How nice! I was Hamlet myself." "I know! And you were superb!" He laughed again, turning his face, giving you an eye full of those adorable crinkles. He faced you after a few moments.  He seemed to be mulling over something in his head. He leaned back, crossing his leg, hand on the table. "Let's hear it, then."

"What?" "Let's recite a little bit. Pass the time." Your cheeks flared up, anxiety hitting you full force. Benedict Cumberbatch was offering to help you with your lines.  "Oh, no. I couldn't possibly-" You stammered. "It's a great exercise. It will help with the anxiety of a live performance. May I?" He asked, gesturing to the book. "Of course." You said, passing the book to him.  He picked it up, scanning for a good place to read from. You listen carefully as he begins, reading ahead in your mind to your lines so you can come in on time. "Ah! Here we go. Act III, Scene 1.  To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sick lied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.--Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remember'd." You shook yourself out of the stupor that had befallen you as he recited. It's like you were seeing him preform live right in front of your eyes. You stuttered as you struggled to think and once you'd placed them, you gave it your all. "Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day?" "I humbly thank you; well, well, well." "My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them." "No, not I; I never gave you aught." "My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed as made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord." "Ha, ha! are you honest?" "My lord?" "Are you fair?" "What means your lordship?" "That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty." "Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?" "Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once." He was mesmerizing to watch as he slipped into the character. Seeing him like that helped you to relax and really pull yourself into the part. What better way to practice than by reciting lines with someone who not only had grown up in theatre but who had played the lead role himself! "Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so." "You should not have believed me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I loved you not." "I was the more deceived." "Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father?" You struggled to retain your composure after the intensity of his delivery, the shy, uncertain meekness creeping back in. "At home, my lord." Your voice was quiet. "Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell." "O, help him, you sweet heavens!" "If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague forthy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go,and quickly too. Farewell." "O heavenly powers, restore him!" "I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go." He finished his part and looked to you, expectantly, waiting for you to continue. You let out a deep sigh.  "I can't." "Why not? You were doing so well!" "I'm sorry, it's just...I pale in comparison to the amazing delivery that you have.  I feel as though I'm watching you perform live right in front of me. This is so surreal. From seeing you on the tube, to having tea with you and now reciting Hamlet with you...it's extremely overwhelming." He reached over the table and grabbed your hand, squeezing it in comfort.  "I'm sorry if I have upset you." "Oh gosh, no! The anxiety of doing this in public and if the intensity of the delivery is making it difficult to keep the good lid i have in my emotions secure." You finish with a small smile, not meeting his eyes. "I understand completely. In all the theatre productions I've done, I still get nervous." He squeezed your hand harder, making you look at him. "You've got this." He said with a smile. You smiled and let out a small, nervous laugh. Sitting back in your chair closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, let it out, opened your eyes and began Ophelia's monologue. "What a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!" You had been looking off, focusing on a distant point as you recited. You took another deep breath when you finished, your body slightly shaking and met Benedict's gaze once again. He was smiling brilliantly at you. He opened his mouth to say something when the roar of applause interrupted. You and Benedict looked around startled, seeing everyone in the coffee shop standing and clapping. Your face was immediately hot as Ben looked back at you laughing, his own face red. He reached his hand out to yours, taking it in his as you both stood up and bowed to the cacophony. "That was brilliant! You were wonderful!" He looked taken aback then appalled by something. "Oh my God. I am so sorry. I don't even know your name. I am so sorry." You couldn't help but chuckle as he looked so stricken not knowing your name. "It's okay. It's Y/N." "That was a most ungentlemanly thing to do on my part. I am so sorry."  "Mr. Cumberbatch, I assure you it is okay." "Ben, please." He offered his hand, which you met. "It is a pleasure to meet you." "It is an honor." You replied, to which he chuckled softly.  You glanced at your watch, not realizing it was so late.  "Oh, my goodness  Is it that late already? Well, this has been lovely but, sadly, I have to head home now or frankly, I would be here all night with you.  Thank you very much for your time today. It was wonderful and I will truly cherish this once in a lifetime encounter." You stood up, putting your coat on and grabbed your messenger bag. You stuck your hand out to shake Ben's. "It was a pleasure, Benedict." "The pleasure is all mine." He said as he kissed your hand. You grabbed the table quickly to avoid falling over. "You do know that I have to walk out of here, right? My knees have now been effectively reduced to jelly." He chuckled and stood up, offering you his arm. You blushed and took it, just because you'd never get another chance too. You both chuckled softly as you walked to the tea shop door, Ben slipping his arm out of your grasp to hold the door open for you. "Thank you, sir. How gentlemanly." You both shared a laugh at the inside joke until you met each other's faces again in an awkward stare. "You take care and I look forward to seeing you on the big screen soon." You stuck your hand out once again for him to shake, fighting every sensor in your body that wanted to hug him. He took it firmly but softly. As your hands parted, you pulled the collar of your coat up and turned to walk towards your flat  your heart hammering in your chest as you recounted the day's events in your head.  A few minutes later you thought you heard your name being called. You sometimes heard things even when there wasn't anything to be heard and passed it off to the wind. As the seconds passed, it became harder and harder to think it wasn't your name being called by a deep voice. "Y/N! Wait!"  You turned to see Benedict running towards you, walking towards him as he caught up to see he was carrying something. "You...you forgot your book." "Oh my gosh," you said, taking the outstretched book. "Thank you so much! I would've gone crazy looking for it." "You're welcome." He bent over, trying to catch his breath.  "Are you going to make it?" You asked, laughing. "Yeah. I'll be fine. Gimme a minute." He said in between large breaths and gulps of air. You looked to him, then around you, then back to him. He was still bent over, hands on his knees. You placed your hand on his back, leaning down near his face, prepared to ask him again if he was okay, when his head suddenly popped up. In a hot second, his hands had encompassed your head, his lips joining yours in a passionate, yet gentle kiss. You leaned against the rail for stability, bringing your own hands up to his neck and head. When you finally broke the kiss, you kept your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath after he literally and figuratively took it away. You unconsciously drew your bottom lip into your teeth, savoring the taste of cinnamon on it. His forehead touched yours and you both started to laugh. 

 “Well…that’s a fine goodbye.” You said on a giggle, swallowing thickly while you looked at the ground.

 He lifted his head from yours, looking straight into your eyes, still holding your neck in his hands, just a breath away.

 “Gotcha.”

 You met his eyes, looking back and forth between them.

 “I could stare into those eyes until the end of time and never grow tired of it.”

 He moved his hand up higher, thumb dragging lazily up and down your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into it, placing your hand on the outside of his. As if suddenly remembering himself, he dropped his hands and stepped back.

”I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”He said, a soft laughter escaping his lips, shaking his head slightly, touching his lips nervously with his fingers.

You put your hand on your hip, sticking it out in a mock display of drama. “You cheeky monkey! You said.

He met your eyes and upon seeing that you weren’t angry with him, he laughed in return. 

“I could say the same about myself. Kissing a man I just met. In all honesty though, I can’t honestly say I’ve never thought about it. Thank you for making this day so much better.”

 He smiled really wide then and pulled you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and let yourself feel him as he laid his cheek on your head, both of you slightly turning side to side.

It was the night of the play and you were feeling all kinds of nervous. Shaking your fingers and bouncing on the balls of your feet, you waited for the production to begin, trying to calm yourself and anchor down by remembering the time with Ben in the tea shop. You hadn’t seen him since that day, but then deep down, you hadn’t been expecting to. It was a chance meeting, a random encounter with an even more random surprise kiss. He went on about his life, filming the upcoming limited series Patrick Melrose. So did you, albeit a little changed.. You still didn’t quite understand what the day had been, but you would remember it forever. But, deep in the recesses of your mind, you wished he could be there to see what the fruits of his kind gesture had produced. The show went spectacularly, garnering a standing ovation for all of you. You and the actor playing Hamlet took your final bow before the curtain fell in front of you  the cast all yelling together in triumph of a job well done. Letting down your hair and shaking it out, you made your way back to your dressing room. Rounding the corner, you saw people standing at your door. Confused, you quickened your pace. "Guys, what's wrong?" The whispers stopped as you made your way to the front of the crowd. On the table was a huge assortment of roses, each one more beautiful than the last. You walked over to it, picking up the card and reading it silently. To my dearest Y/N, I told you you got this! You were marvelous. Well done.    - Cheeky Monkey "Who is that from?" A stage hand asked. You tried hard to hide your smile. "I don't know." you lied. You knew exactly who it was from.

Epilogue

A few months later, Ben was on The Screen Actors Guild awards, receiving his award for best actor in a limited TV series. "Yay! He got it!" You exclaimed to your dog, who wagged her tail at you. You sat down next to her, barely on your seat as he spoke. As he took the cards out of his pocket, you noticed something fall to the stage floor. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the TV, recognizing the floral print paper you had written your note to him on. He cleared his throat as he put the piece of paper back into his shirt pocket. You were hanging on every word he said, tears in your eyes. "'These moments...are a treasure...and I'll shall cherish them always. Thank you so much." He had looked straight into the camera, sneaking in a wink at the end, knowing deep down that last bit was meant for you.

[whoareurl]

Causing Chaos in Pyjamas - 00Q (1/9)

basically sen and galaxy enabled my attention whole ways so here is the beginning of my sick!Q fic which i’ll be crossposting from the forum from now on. but slowly so i don’t overwhelm ur dash omg.

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Being Quartermaster to 007 was not an easy job at the best of times and this was certainly not the best of times. Today marked the first time Q had ever considered himself sick enough to stay home from work. With a fever above 102 degrees and a voice which begged for rest, Q had sent an encrypted email directly to M and had anxiously awaited the reply which came in the form of Moneypenny checking in to make sure he was, indeed, as ill as he had claimed to be. Satisfied with what she found, Moneypenny had left him to suffer.

Now, curled up in bed and swaddled in every blanket he owned, Q quietly wished for death to take him quickly. His temperature yoyo-ed between sweltering and shivering every few minutes and his sinuses ached with the pressure of his congestion. Honestly, though he prided himself on his vast vocabulary, there was only one word for how Q felt at that moment: shit.

Q’s least favourite thing about this wretched cold by far was the sneezing. He didn’t think he’d mind so much if they just behaved in the way sneezes normally do but these were horrendously stubborn and required a great deal of itchy impatience before they would expel themselves with a force which practically bent Q’s thin body in half (the way it was supposed to bend, of course - ie. forwards from the waist - as anything else would have been cause for concern). Though, he thought as his lungs hacked painfully in his chest, the coughing was probably second on the list of Q’s Least Favourite Cold Symptoms.

“Hhh...eHh…Oh for goodness sahhh…”

Grumbling quietly to himself, Q let out his breath and sniffled miserably, rubbing at his angry nose with his handkerchief. Q had always been partial to handkerchiefs. Though unsanitary, they reminded him of period dramas and Q, though he’d never admit it, was a sucker for period dramas.

Currently, he was watching - or trying to watch; curse this itch! - the 1995 BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice starring the ever beautiful Colin Firth. Oh, the things he would do to that man…

Q’s attention was drawn by a soft meow from beside him just in time to see his black and grey patched cat hop up onto the bed beside him. With a sigh, he reached out to run his hand over C-Sharp’s back, eliciting a small purr of pleasure. C-Sharp moved gracefully up his chest until she could rub the top of her head beneath Q’s chin. He smiled.

“Well,” he muttered hoarsely, running his hand over her back again and using his free hand to rub impatiently at his nose. “I’m glad at least one of us is functional.”

As if replying, C-Sharp gave another meow and hopped onto the pillow beside Q’s head, catching his nose with her tail as she did so. Now, Q certainly wasn’t allergic to cats but his poor nose was already unbearably sensitive and the soft touch was all he needed to tip him over the edge.

“Ehh! Hehtishhoo! Tish! Tsh! Tsshhu! Huh...hhtISHooo!”

Q gave his nose a rough blow into his handkerchief, collapsing back against the pillows, chest heaving with exhaustion. C-Sharp, unfazed by his fit, climbed back into his lap again. He sniffed thickly.

“Thanks,” he said, the congestion blatantly obvious in his voice now. He sighed, triggering a single cough with the threat of more burning in his chest. Today was definitely not a good day.

A sharp knock at the door startled Q from his hazy thoughts. Sleepily, he pushed C-Sharp off to the side and felt around for the remote, retrieving it from a disappearing into a pile of blanket folds, and put the television on pause before stumbling through the living room to the front door. It took his fumbling hands a moment to undo the latch and his brain was so muddled that he didn’t even think to glance at the security monitor on the table next to him before he opened it to reveal-

“Hello Q,” said Bond, flashing a winning smile before swanning into Q’s flat like he lived there.

It took the fevered Quartermaster a good few seconds to catch up. Regaining himself, he shut the door and turned to find Bond, hands in pockets with a smug smile on his face, eyebrows raised at the sight of Q’s red, kitten-covered pyjamas.

“007,” he said with all the dignity he could muster, well aware that his n’s sounded much more like d’s than usual. “What brings you here at-” he glanced at the clock. “Goodness, is it only 11am?”

Given that Q felt as though he’d been sick for at least a week now, he was quite disappointed to find out that he’d only been awake for six hours. Ignoring Q’s dismay, Bond cocked a half smile in his direction.

“I need your help,” he said and Q groaned internally.

“And here I was hoping you were here to wish me well.”

“It’s a cold, Q, you’re hardly dying,” Bond said with an air of exasperation about him. Q rolled his eyes - regretting it when it hurt - and thought about all the ways he could kill Bond to calm himself down. He could feel Bond’s eyes sliding up and down his body and might have flushed from the attention had he not been too exhausted to care about the blanket draped around his shoulders or the sodden handkerchief clutched tight in his other hand or his bare feet on the cold wooden floor.

He sighed. “What do you need?”

“Remember when you told me you could do more damage on your laptop sitting in your pyjamas before your first cup of Earl Grey than I could do in a year in the field?” Bond asked, picking up a pen from Q’s coffee table and examining it with interest. Q thought about telling him it exploded just for the fun of it.

“I recall.”

Bond smirked, looking Q up and down. “Were these the pyjamas you were talking about?”

Q shot him a withering look but he didn’t manage to hold the glare for very long because the ever-present tickle swelled in his nose and he brought up his handkerchief, holding it a few inches from his face while his breath hitched. His eyes watered, forcing themselves shut in response to his twitching nose. He took a deep breath. He almost had it…

“Bless you,” said Bond, just as the tension left Q’s body and the itch lessened until it was back to being just slightly too annoying to ignore.

Shooting a teary glare at Bond, Q sniffed and asked again, “What do you need?”

Bond grew serious, tucking he pen back into the holder - upside down! - and beginning to pace.

“There’s a drug cartel operating in northern Austria. They’ve been active for a while. I’ve tracked them down a few times but now we don’t have time for games.”

Q frowned. “Hostages?”

Bond nodded. “Refugees fleeing Syria following the crisis.”

Q closed his eyes. Hell. “How m-”

“200, probably more,” Bond cut in and something in his voice told Q he was much more disgusted than he let on. “Mostly women and children. Branded. Some already dead.”

Q swallowed thickly, the pressure building in his head again. Using refugees for free labour. It was times like this he was reminded why he got into the secret intelligence business and, as much as it would please him immensely to punch Bond hard in the face, he had to admit that his heart was in the right place. If Bond had a heart, of course. Q still had his money on Bond being an anomaly of science. Certainly, he’d survived several scrapes that should have killed him already - lacking a vital organ didn’t seem out of the question.

Feeling quite unable to stand anymore, Q lowered himself onto the sofa, leaving Bond to pace. Clearly, Bond had a plan or he’d never have come to Q in the first place. Though why on earth he hadn’t gone to M for assistance was a mystery to- oh.

“007,” Q asked weakly. “I’ve been absent for exactly six hours. Pray tell how you managed to get back onto M’s hitlist in that time.”

“Another story for another time, Q,” said Bond cockily and Q didn’t ask again. Truth be told, all this ‘being attentive’ nonsense was starting to make him a little dizzy.

Eyes closed and head resting against the back of the sofa, Q said wearily, “I’ll ask again. What do you need?”

Bond’s silence prompted Q to crack open one eye curiously and, for a moment, Bond looked at him with something like concern but it was gone before Q had a chance to analyse it.

“I need you to do some damage with that laptop,” he said and then smirked. “And look. You’re already in your pyjamas.”

Returning to his list of ways to murder Bond and hide the body, Q shakily stood, leaving his blanket behind, and went back to his bedroom to fetch his laptop. He had intended to bring it back to the living room but he turned to find Bond standing in his bedroom doorway, surveying the mess with barely disguised glee. Q could already tell he was never going to live this down. For someone so pedantic about the cleanliness of his office, he was currently living amid disorganised piles of books and papers.

Clearing his throat for Bond’s attention, he sat back down in his blanket structure (which could easily be classified a small fort) and fired up his laptop. Bond, somewhat awkwardly due to the obstacles, took to pacing Q’s small bedroom in a way which Q might have found infuriating had he had the energy.

After moments, Q turned the screen to show Bond the mugshot of a man with dark skin and a shaved head though his sideburns were still intact. He had a scar running past his nose, barely skimming the corner of his left eye. Q sniffed again, lifting the handkerchief to his nose as he spoke.

“The leader of the ring. I believe you’ve met?”

Bond frowned. “Indeed.”

“Couldn’t find his real name online. Whoever erased him from the internet certainly was thor-uhh’HEHchoo!” Q clamped his handkerchief over his nose, sighing in relief when the tickle eased somewhat. “Excuse me,” he said, just as Bond said, “Gesundheit.”

What had he been talking about? Goodness, this fever was making him slow. Oh. Of course.

“Known simply as B.D.” He finished, forcing the last two letters out before turning away to cough.

“Can you trace him?” Bond asked, earning a pointed look from Q which clearly said do you think I’m an idiot? Raising his arms in mock surrender, Bond turned away. “Just make it quick.”

Q sighed as he plugged the algorithm into his system, frowning when the screen went suddenly black. What? It was only when the red skull popped up in the middle of his screen that he realised he’d been hacked.

“Damn it!” He yelled, the strain tearing at his poor throat. With what little strength his anger brought him, he closed his laptop sharply and pitched forward, handkerchief forgotten.

“EhhtISHHoo! Ishh’hoo!”

“Q?” Bond’s voice demanded attention but Q couldn’t give it to him. He was too busy with-

“hhEHHISHOO!”

“Bless you,” Bond said but Q didn’t have his wits about him enough to appreciate that Bond had switched from his usual Gesundheit to a softer, gentler sound. When he glanced up, Bond was holding out a tissue which Q took gratefully and gave his nose a harsh blow, coughing slightly afterwards. He discarded the tissue in the wastepaper bin.

Bond cautiously crouched next to the bed, forcing Q to meet his eye. “What is it?”

“I- It’s my fault,” Q muttered eventually, feeling drained and defeated. “Someone hacked my system. I- I didn’t see it coming.”

Bond frowned. He looked for a moment like he wanted to say something - perhaps something comforting - but he didn’t. He just frowned and frowned until Q pushed himself shakily to his feet and stumbled back out into the living room. He righted the pen Bond had disturbed earlier and sighed, shivering in just his pyjamas.

“Did they get anything?”

Bond’s voice sounded far away but Q did his best to process it. Did who get anything? From where?

“Um, they- oh,” he began, which was really how he knew he was horribly ill. Q wasn’t one to muddle his words. “I can’t be sure.”

“Worst case scenario?” Bond asked, voice level.

Q sighed. “Locations.”

Bond swore quietly under his breath. “What are the chances?”

“I-” Q started, but stopped when his words caught in his throat.

“Tell me, Q!” Bond said impatiently. “What are the chances they got that information decrypted?”

Q closed his eyes, thinking. “Less than 1%,” he said, suddenly feeling very lightheaded. “If they have that information, they’ll have traced my address first. It’s part of the decryption. It’s tied to...hh...oh snf it’s t-tied to th-the GP-ehh-ehh’TSSHoo! the GPS.”

Q felt Bond’s hand on his arm, steadying him. He nodded his thanks and sat on the arm of the sofa.

“They have your address?” Bond said slowly.

“Possibly,” Q said, sounding much calmer than he felt. “We’ll know soon enough.”

Bond sprang into action then, pushing Q towards the door before he stopped, holding the very confused Quartermaster by the wrist.

“The rest of your equipment,” Bond said. “What have you got here?”

“Not much,” Q sniffled. “The computer systems will have been wiped when they detected the hack. Hard drive has backups.”

Bond was gone in an instant and Q found himself doubled over again, clutching his chest and coughing as he struggled to force air in and out of his lungs. He looked around blearily for his handkerchief but he honestly couldn’t remember when he’d last seen it. Was the room spinning or was he just dizzy? Forgetting completely about the possible impending danger, or perhaps just desperate to rest, Q started towards his bedroom only to be whirled around by Bond and dragged towards the door.

“Where-”

“Wait,” Bond interrupted, leaving Q shivering on the landing while he darted back inside, emerging with the blanket Q had brought to the door with him. Without wasting a moment - not even to explain - he wrapped it around Q’s shoulders and pushed him towards the staircase. “Come on,” he said briskly.

They had navigated only two flights when they heard a crash from above. Q stumbled over the last few steps and let Bond do the work as he was dragged towards the car, barely feeling the cold and damp of the ground outside in his hazy panic. The car revved into life, along with the pounding in Q’s head, and they were in the busy London traffic before Q could even coax out a particularly stubborn sneeze.

[esmeraldasdream]

TAZ SPOILERS (and live reaction)

thank you @vassilian​ for introducing me to the adventure zone <3

My reaction to the episode is under the read more to avoid spoiling the finale for anyone 

oh god,oh godohgodohgod

fuuucccckkkk, what are you waiting for??? NOT YET???

Dance for me, that’s nice

fuuck this is nerve-racking

oh god, he’s fucking laughing

TIDLE WAVE????

they’re trough???

fucking vibrate??

JOHN oh god what’s happening???? it’s not him???

ready to fight???

“JUST ONE GUY??"FUUUCKKK

i stole your cousins shoes??? wait when was this??? wait why’s is magnus wearing stolen shoes??

shit!! arm blades???

“been there done that” DON’T MAKE IT 69 TIMES YOU FUCKER

fuck that’s great music

what is this pause??

THREE???!!!

thank god for merle, oh god why is this so hard

aaaw, mathias

i love that sword 

omg the attack power is fucking huge

swipes his normal arm??

three???!! fuck c’mon

nooo, 27 points of damage????

“good to be appreciated” :’D

fuck it’s chasing them

these fucking attack points

“i’m not a magic flying fighter” :’D “well you have the shoes!” xD

i need more nat20′s

EXPLODES OUTWARDS?? FUCK

what’s happening?? what

“he stagers only for him to stand up and smiles”????

fuck this  music is great and horrible

‘looming over you’???!! FUCK

SHIT THIS IS A GREAT DESCRIPTION GRIFFIN BUT PLEASE STOP

FUCK

WHY IS HE SCREAMING AT THEM

WHAT’S HAPPENING

FUCK

“well shit” yeah my thoughts exactly

33 POINTS OF DAMAGE????

FUCK HE’S DEAD??? OK, unconscious but still!!!

STOP SCREAMING AT THEM

WHAT ARE THESE ORBS????

I’M SCREAMING

“i’m Taako, from tv”

DON’T FUCKING SAY THAT

“abracka fuck you” :’D

no one’s dead yet, though mangus??merle?? is unconscious 

“that one misses, weird” “yeah.. weird”

one orb down, but what does it mean???

well at least he’s still blinded

thank god for small mercies

a third time??? nooo

is it really only taako left??? FUCK

lucreita, “snaake!” :’D

she just screams, oh god

fuck you john

wait when did taako ‘die’

wait whats happening

PAN

“come do some holy shit” :’D

love the music

aaawww, pan

I’M CRYING

THE ROYAL BEAR ;___; (RIGHT?)

TROF!! (TROPH??)

JOAQUIN!!! FUCK YES

AAAAW Joaquin is a sweetheart

what was that question???

GARFIELD????!

i love clint

FUCKING GRENADES?! 

“free samples” :’D

they turn grey??? GO GARFIELD

“i’ll put it on you taaaaab!” :’D

Rosswell!!!!

JOHN’S AFRAID?? HELL YEH

FUUCK

who’s taako calling

OH HE FUCKING CALLS HIMSELF TO HELP THEM!! 

37 POINTS OF DAMAGE?! HELL YEAH

“you’re now double Blind” xD

what’s happening??

griffin sounds so done with everything :’D

VOIDFISH!!!!

FISHER!!! JR!!!!!

I’M FUCKING CRYING

FISHER AND MAGNUS!!!!

death metal :’D

THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME

POWERBEAR!!! FUCK YES

FUUCK I’M CRYING AGAIN

FUCK Magnus is fucking cute

nooo

NOoO

DON’T FUCKING HURT DAVENPAORT AND LUCREITA!!!

DON’T DESTROY THE SHIP!!!

FUCK YOU JOHN!!

Noooo

what was that laugh

“well, bye” :’D i fucking love Taako

‘peeled put of the portal’??

DON’T FUCKING HURT TAAKO

i love the tres horny boys so fucking much

oooh, cool music

they’re holding down eachother

THEY’RE CREATING NEW BONDS

FUUUUCCCK I’M BAWLING

“flashes of the past” FUCK

is it really the end of john??

standing on a beach??? what’s happening???

JOHN!!

“he’s human again” !!!!

“you got it buddy” FUCK

“last sliver of sunlight is gone, and so is john” NO

oh god

oooh god

GO LUCREITA, I BELIVE IN YOU

oh no, oooohhhh nooooo

I LOVE YOU LUCREITA PLEASE DON’T STOP

wait waht’s happening

WHAT HAPPENING TO DAVENPORT????

A PORTAL HOME

but what about everyone else???

“a crash”???? what?????

nooo

istus!!!!

I FUCKING LOVE THE TRES HORNY BOYS

TAAKO I FUCKING LOVE YOU, he loves his sister so fucking much

GO LUP!!!  and barry of course

ANGUS!!!

omg the battle wagon!!

KLARG!!!!!

“they seem to have got it” he fucking jumps back trough the portal

the music’s cool

“you’re going to be amazing” ;__;

HELL YEAH

GARYLD!!! THE BICORN!!!

FUCK YEAH

I FUCKING LOVE THE TRES HORNY BOYS

TRANSFORMS????

WAIT WHAT’S HAPPENING???

FUCK YOU GRIFFIN AND YOUR FUCKING CLIFFHANGERS

crawling on his back?? 

first to wake up??

soft red carpet??

SCUTTLE BUDDY!!! IT FUCKING MISSED YOU ;--;

why are they at the rockport limited????

oh lucreita there’s with them!!

white?? what’s going on?? circles??

planes of existents???

what’s happening??

why doesn’t griffin make a character voice?? what’s happening

omg merle :’D

‘jeffandrew’ xD

“hi, i’m Taako from tv” :’D I FUCKING love taako

the light of creation isn’t supposed to be there??

wait whats jafasta???

they won?!

what’s happening???

about halfway trough, fuck

this is such awesome world building

THEY RETURNED!!!

LUP AND BARRY!!

LUCREITA!! SHE’S A SWEETHEART!

BARRY AND LUP !!!

OMFG I LOVE LUP SO MUCH

ANGUS!!!!

“is it over, sirs?” fuuuuckkkk

FUCK I LOVE ANGUS SO FUCKING MUCH!! 

go lucas!

ANGUS!! fuck i love everyone so much

“he makes so many friends” ;--;

“a gift of a normal life” fuuck, why are you killing me griffin???

“joyfully yrs. Davenport” ;--;

KRAVITZ!!!

LUP AND BARRY 

“back soon” ;--;

FUCK BARRY GOT LUP HER BODY!!!!

FUCK I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!

“i’m about to smooch your fucking brains out” fuuuucccckkkk

PRINGLES!!

bureau of benevolence 

“true legacy of the day of story and song” ;--;

thisis an beautiful picture

LUP!! AND TAAKO!!! IN THE KITCHEN TOGHETER !!! TAAKO’S COOKING!!

“no, fuck your offer” i love griffin!

he’s teaching at the shcool??? 

oh joaqin didn’t get to keep his powers??

glamour springs?? FUCK

FULL PARDON!!! FUCK YES!!

REN!!! HELL YEAH

JOB APPLICATION!!!! I LOVE EVERYONE SO FUCKING MUCH!!

REN FUCKING DESIGNED A FUCKING SCHOOL???

yeah, just pull out a diamond from your bag, no big deal

“i should mention my boyfriend is death, and he stays over from time to time” THEYRE STILL TOGETHER

HE PROMISED KRAVITZ TO GO ON A VACATION!!!! FUCK YES

I FUCKING LOVE LUP

KRAVITZ!!

ANGUS!! he’s taller!!!

HE FUCKING BEAMS AT TAAKO!!!!

HE’S BEEN SENDING LETTERS TO TAAKO!!!!

omg angus still a lil sassy boy

“my thanks haven’t been enough”?!?!

THEY HUG

HE KNOWS ABOUT THE SILVERWARE

“STILL WORLDS GREATEST DETECTIVE”!!!!!

wait what’s happening?? why is it a big day??

mavis and mookie!!!!

“i cast zo-nah” omfg :’D

he started a comapny???

TRAVELLING WITH MAVIS???!!!! ;--; (and mookie)

lord artemis sterling?? what does he want??

“govenor merle highchurch”???!!!!!

“i don’t wanna be govenor, i wanna have the title of earl”  “you wanna be ‘earl merle’?” “yes, earl merle highchurch” :’D

“i’ll build you a bar” :’D

i love mookie xD griffin does so many great voices

“you’re his hero, you know”

uncle-mangus and uncle-taako ;---;

because i know how hard you try ;--;

A WEDDING????

WHO’S WEDDING???

about us???

WHOMS WEDDING???

KILLIAN!!!!

THE ROSEWOOD RING!!!

“puts down a large book” fuck i love angus

WHO’S WEDDING IS THIS???

LUP AND BARRY!!!

TAAKO AND KRAVITZ! they hold hands!!!! FUCK I’M SCREAMING!!

is it Careys and killians wedding??

HE TRAINS SERVICE DOGS??!!!

JOHAN THE DOG!! FUCK I LOVE MANGUS

“hammer and tails, a dog’s school” aaawww

HOW DOES MANGUS DIE????

FUCK YOU GRIFFIN!!!!!

he dies peacefully of old age, you can’t fucking do this griffin!!!

noooo, poor merle and taako

FUCK

AND ANGUS, FUCK I’M BAWLING

“they’re all ready to say goodbye” NO

Kravitz, not in his reaper form

he helps mangus!!!!

“i think this one takes” “let’s hope so, don’t want to be more trouble for you”

wooden cottage??? is that what i think it is???

“as much time as you need”

two dogs! aw

JULIA!!!! 

“i- i just stare at her” “i can’t not look at her”

“you lived so much longer than i thought”

THEY’RE RUNNING TOWARDS EACHOTHER!!!

“i tried to make you proud” nooo, don’t do this to me

“the beautiful elf” aww

“when magnus rushes in” FUCK YOU GRIFFIN

“lizard girl”

Carey and killian step out

they ran towards each other ;---;

happiest day of your live, and happier days were to come ;--;

that was the ending you earned, fuuck

FISHER!!!

JR AND FISHER!!!

they start drifting further away together

looking for new stories to tell

fuck this music is beautiful

“can we play again? can we play again? can we play again?” YES

“travis go to the emergency room right now” fuck i love them so much

fuck

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Your headcanons are amazing! Are there any headcanons for Stella and/or parents AU?

Oh gosh. Parents AU incoming! (under read-more)

Before Stella is born…

These two are hot messes, still questioning themselves and whether or not this is a huge mistake.

Yang spends many lunch dates voicing her fears to Weiss and Blake, who reassure her that being responsible for the survival of a tiny person’s life is far less terror-inducing than she’s making it out to be, which would be a lot more convincing if Weiss’ twins weren’t currently dunking her hair in earl grey tea and Blake’s newborn son wasn’t wailing like a firetruck.

Weiss actually makes a good point about not worrying about everything that could go wrong, but instead focusing on everything that will go right.

Blake just gives her the Blake Stare™ and asks Yang if she loves Mercury.

                                “Well, duh…”

                                “And he loves you?”

                                “I mean, he’s not exactly shouting it from the rooftops, but yeah, he does…”

                                “Then quit worrying your big, blonde brain over it. I’ve done a lot of worrying and running away from my problems in my life, but eventually I learned that sometimes the answer really can be that simple. If you two love each other, then this baby is gonna be loved, too. “

Eventually, the fear and dread wears off and subtle excitement takes over as they get used to the idea and the news comes that it’s gonna be a girl.

The hardest part for Yang is taking a leave of absence from being a huntress, but she fills her time with decorating the baby’s room and spending time with her dad who is just so gosh darn excited about becoming a grandpa.

Mercury has a stash of books written for mothers-to-be and parenting in general hidden in their house. He never enters a situation where he has no knowledge beforehand, not in combat, not in reconnaissance, and sure as hell not in childbirth.

                      “You’re gonna breastfeed her, right?”

                      “I had planned on it…why?”

                      “Good, it’s better for her. It provides natural antibodies and is usually more easily digested than formula, too, so she won’t get constipated. I don’t wanna deal with baby farts that could peel wallpaper. Also, we should really look more into this whole epidural thing. I know you’re hard as nails and lived through a dismemberment and all, but I think you’re gonna want one and there could be serious side effects if we’re not careful, you know.”

                      “…..”

                      “What.”

The name Stella stems off from one of my earliest headcanons (Long story short, Mercury started calling Yang Sunshine when they first met just to piss her off, so she called him Moonbeam to return the favor. The nicknames kinda stuck and became their cheesy-we’re-never-speaking-this-in-public-ever petnames). Seemed fitting for Yang to pick out a name that means “star”. *shrugs*

Mercury eventually takes to calling her “my little star” even when she’s grown and Stella hates it��

Mercury originally thought the idea of talking to a baby bump was so idiotic until Yang wore him down one day and he gave in, leaning down and awkwardly saying hi to Stella, immediately regretting it and feeling foolish until HOLY SHIT SHE KICKED YANG DID YOU FEEL THAT OMG SHE KNOWS MY VOICE I’M AWESOME. Now, Yang has a hard time getting him to shut up. It annoys her to no end b/c Mercury will now have direct “conversations” with Stella and ignore Yang half of the time.

During the actual delivery…

Ruby is the only person in the room holding Yang’s hand (but definitely not her metal one because the real one is doing enough damage). Mercury is too busy having a panic attack down the hall and Tai is busy calming him down. Qrow is late, but he brought top shelf whiskey to share with Yang as soon as the tiny human pops out.

Ruby comes out of the room with tears streaming down her cheeks and Mercury instantly fears the worst because This is karma for all those years of being an absolutely shitty human being, she’s dead, Stella, Yang, both of them, it’s all my fault, I deserve this. Then Ruby breaks out into a grin and bear hugs him “She’s BEAUTIFUL!” Pushes him into the room and closes the door to let him have a moment with his new family (also guarding the entry because Taiyang is just dying to meet Stella).

lsdkfasdnhjkh Yang’s just laying there motionless with her eyes closed and a bundle of fuzzy blankets in her arms and Mercury seriously thinks she might be dead until he sees the blankets move around, a tiny hand breaking free, and Yang just smiles without even opening her eyes. “We’re not having another. I’d rather lose all of my limbs than go through that again.”

Mercury cries. I’m not sorry, he does. One tear per eye kinda thing, but it’s enough for Yang to hold over his head for the rest of their lives.

They get probably a solid five minutes together before Taiyang practically busts the door down, followed by an exasperated Rubes.

               Tai: “Where is she, where’s my beautiful girl?!”

               Yang: “I’m right here, dad…”

              Tai:  “Not you, the baby! Where’s my Stella? I need to see my perfect baby angel!”

              Ruby: “Hey, how come you just assumed he was talking about you when he said his beautiful girl?”

Qrow tries to play it cool, walking in slowly and poking fun at Taiyang and Ruby for crying. “I’ve been through all of this before. One baby is no different then the other, no offense Firecracker and Kiddo.”

His attitude quickly changes when Ruby forces Stella on him and Holy Gods above it’s just like when the girls were born all over again, how can something be so tiny and helpless, why do I want to give it all the kisses and oh man Tin-Legs is giving me that damn smirk, act natural, show no weakness…

“She’s pretty cute…I guess. No thanks to you, punk…”

Weiss couldn’t be at the actual delivery due to a very important Schnee Co. meeting, but she sends literal cart-fulls of flower bouquets and a card promising to make it over to Vale by the end of the week. Jury’s still out on whether or not she’s bringing along her twins (or the Ice Queen’s  “popsicles” as Mercury has lovingly dubbed them…) along for the ride.

Blake leaves her litter of munchkins back at home to come visit. Stella takes an instant liking to her and falls asleep on her chest to the sound of Blake quietly purring, like how she would with her own children.

And I know there’s tons more, but I’ve had this draft sitting here just wasting away for months now and it’s time I got it out there to you trashy shippers