#skooch

[jacqcrisis]

Put salt in your baked goods. Put salt in your desserts. Just do it. Please. Salt isn't just for savory, it's literally a flavor enhancer so even a pinch can take a meh recipe to one people can't stop eating. Listen to me. Your cookies and cheesecake bars are bland and uninteresting. I'm taking your hand. I'm guiding you with a gentle touch to the back. We can do this together. Trust me.

[ratatatastic]

maffhews back pressed up against the chest of a man? we already ran that headline last night

tampa bay lightning @ florida panthers | 9.30.24

[if-you-think-about-it]

Real skooching behaviour going on here

HINT: you can move my white ass using the arrow keys.

[bearbleps]

Is it even action/adventure anime if there isn't a scene where 2 or more characters yell lines of dialog at each other from opposite ends of an extremely spacious room as a lead-in to some kind of showdown?

[deeisace]

Why you gotta stretch out like that kiddo

[just-jammin]

BIG BUGGER

BIG BUGGER

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" uh... "ㅤhaving come to the gardens more to hide from authorities than to take a peaceful stroll, byan finds themself rather taken aback by the unexpected question. thinking it over for a moment though, gaining themself a companion might just help to camouflage them amongst the other park-goers. it's certainly not the worst way to lie low. pink backpack hoisted higher up over one shoulder, they cast a glance back the way they've come from just to be sure they haven't been followed, then nod as non-chalantly as possible.

ㅤㅤ" ...ssssure. s'totally why 'm here. for a walk. "

OPEN. ♡

light falls, gold 'pon gold: thus i stand 'neath streams of sun. footsteps take attention & petaled lips lift, helplessly hopeful: " have you come to walk with me? "

[jeannieology]

Leaning in, skooching closer.

[7ndipity]

Let Me Love You

Jungkook x Plus Size Reader

Summary: When your friend Jungkook confesses his feelings, you ghost him, despite your own feelings for him, fearing that the relationship will end in disaster. Can he convince you otherwise?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Angsty, mentions of anxiety and body insecurities, swearing, suggestive, only partially proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I wanted to post this last night, but I was super tired and fell asleep(I’m still sick lol). Also, part of this is based on a dream I had and couldn’t get out of my head, so sorry if it feels a little random.

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The noise and lights of the party had been almost overwhelming, even around the pool, where some of you had separated off, a few even deciding to brave the cold water to swim.

“Wanna take a dip?” He’d asked as you sat tucked off to the side together, letting your feet hang over the water, leaning in close to hear each other.

“I don’t have a suit.” You’d replied.

“You won’t hear me complaining.” He’d smirked, making you roll your eyes before quickly dropping your attention to the drink in your hand, trying to hide the growing heat in your cheeks.

Jungkook had always been a notorious flirt, especially when it came to you, never missing an opportunity to make some sly comment that would have your face burning, much to his amusement, though you doubted he realized the full effect his words had on you. You’d never shared your feelings for him or your long standing crush, knowing he wouldn’t be into a plus size person like you, and had just focused on maintaining your friendship instead.

“Well, I’m going in.” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, glancing up just in time to see him yank his jacket off and slip in, allowing the water to come up over his head for a moment before resurfacing with a gasp, shaking his head at you like a dog.

“You’re insane.” You commented, laughing.

“You love it.” He said, catching hold of your arm to help pull him out of the water.

“You’re getting me wet!” You squealed, trying to skooch away from him, but he trailed after you, making you both laugh until you were stuck in the corner.

Jungkook’s laughter trailed off, expression suddenly turning serious as he looked up at you. “I wanna try something.” He said.

“What is it?” You asked warily.

Rather than answering, he braced his hands on either side of you, boosting himself up and pressing his mouth briefly to yours.

You froze, staring at him wide-eyed as he pulled away and sank back down.

“What was-?”

“I like you, y/n,” He said quickly. “I want to be with you.”

“I-I-” Your head felt like it was spinning as you stared at him, nearly nodding before reality suddenly began to seep back in, filling your veins like cement.

“I-I’m, I can’t, I’m sorry.” You were scrambling to your feet before you had fully gotten the words out, leaving him staring after you in confusion as you pushed your way through the crowd to escape.

That’d been three days ago, and since then, you hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words to him.

You knew dodging his calls and texts was far from a proper solution to your current predicament, but you couldn’t come up with any better ideas, mind still in absolute chaos at the sudden revelation.

Despite your efforts to push it away, memories of the night kept playing on loop in your head, the way he’d looked at you, the feel of his lips on yours.

You couldn’t believe it, the guy of your dreams told you he was into you, and you ran away. Brillant.

You shook your head, slowly dragging yourself out of bed and making your way to the kitchen in search of coffee.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with him, you did, more than you cared to admit to even yourself, but in the back of your mind, there were those same nagging voices that had held you back from confessing in the first place. As a bigger person, you’d experienced more than your share of mistreatment and let downs connecting to your size, only further feeding into your insecurities that you weren’t good enough. And although Jungkook had never given you a reason to feel that way with him, you still couldn’t shake that deep seeded fear that, if you said yes to him, one day he would wake up and realize that his feelings had changed, that the attraction he thought was there wasn’t really, not in the way he originally believed, and you would end up losing one of the most important people in your life. You couldn’t handle that, you couldn’t afford to lose him, it would kill you.

You were shook out of your thoughts by an insistent knock on your front door.

“Who is it?” You called, cautiously making your way over, glancing at the clock and noting that it was only 7:30 in the morning.

“Y/n?” Your stomach dropped at the sound of Jungkook’s voice.

You briefly considered not answering, but you knew from previous experience that he would wait on the other side of that door for as long as necessary just to see you, having stayed with you through more than one meltdown in the past.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door. “What do you want, Kookie?” You asked quietly, looking up at him. He looked almost as tired as you felt, faint shadows visible under his eyes.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, please?” He asked, keeping his voice soft, but you could see the tension in his eyes.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping back to let him in.

He made his way to the living room out of habit, with you following behind, before finally turning to face you. You spotted your reflection in the mirror over his shoulder, showing you how small and nervous you looked, like a cornered animal.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said simply. It wasn’t a question, but there was clearly one attached to the statement.

“I was just giving some time.” You said lamely, wincing at the feeble excuse.

“Time for what?”

“To make up for my stupid mistake at the party.”

“You mean when you ran out?” He asked. “That was my fault, I shouldn’t have dumped everything on you so suddenly like that.”

“It’s more than that.” You said, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“What is it?” He studied you for a moment before asking quietly. “Do you… not like me that way?”

“No!” You said quickly. “I do, fuck I do, but that’s the problem.”

“You’ve lost me.” He said.

“Koo, it’s just-” You sighed, struggling with your words. “It just doesn't make any sense, we’re too… different”

“No, we aren’t,” He argued. “You’ve said it yourself, if anything, we're too alike.”

“I meant, because I’m…” Your words died off.

“Because you’re bigger?” He finished, understanding crossing his expression before shifting to sadness as he saw your eyes drop. He knew about your struggles with your self image, but he’d never thought they’d be an issue between the two of you. He was always trying to compliment you and let you know how amazing he thought you were.

“Y/n, you know I love you for you right?” He said gently.

“But what if that’s not enough?” You asked “What if you just think you want me? What if you get tired of not being able to do cute coupley things with me because I’m too heavy? What if-?”

Jungkook suddenly moved forward, causing you to backpedal until you were pinned between him and the wall.

“Look at me.” He breathed, staring down at you, completely serious. “There is no universe where I wouldn’t find you fucking gorgeous, you hear me? I have always, and will always love and want you, and nothing will ever change that. Even when we’re super old and gray and wrinkly, I will still be fucking awestruck by you.”

You let out a weak laugh at that, despite the tears gathering in your eyes.

“So, will you let me love you?” He asked, looking at you tenderly.

You nodded. “Yes.”

He smashed his mouth to yours, holding onto you for dear life as he tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss as he traced the shape of your lips with his, causing you to let out a tiny whine.

Wanting to further prove his point, his hands slipped down to the back of your thighs, catching behind your knees and hoisting you up so you were held up by him. You let out a squeak of shock, wrapping your arms and legs around him for support.

“See?” He asked, grinning at you proudly. “Don’t you dare say that you're too heavy for me.”

“You’re insane.” You laughed, shaking your head at him.

“You love it.” He grinned, letting you pull him back in for another kiss.

[babysisterallgrowdup]

The thunderclap still reverberated through the condominium in the middle of the night when she threw back her blankets and climbed out of bed. The floor was cold under foot as she made her way through the dark to the other bedroom, her favorite stuffie squeezed under one arm.

The rain ticked hard on the windows and the wind could be heard swirling through the limbs of the trees out back when she climbed up into the tall bed. She slid under the covers and skooched over to where she lay.

She lay on her side, her curvy form looking like some dark range of hills towering over her own petite, yet fully grown, form as she snuggled into her. Her fresh scent strong in her nose. A tattooed arm draped over her and pulled her closer.

“What’s wrong baby?” Her whisper was husky with sleep.

“I’m scared,” she said snuggling against the woman’s warm chest.

“Mmmm.” The woman pulled her tighter against her and kissed her forehead. She could feel the woman’s breath on her neck as she hand rubbed her back.

“You’re okay,” she said. “Mommy’s got you.”

She kissed Mommy’s chest, nestling her face between her ample breasts and wrapped an arm around her body, her heat radiating over her.

“Mommy,” she said.

“Yes,” Mommy said in a barely audible whisper.

“I’m all tinglely,” she said. “Could you kiss my no-no area and make it better.”

Mommy chuckled quietly and scooted lower, her lips finding the nape of her neck. Mommy kissed her flesh, her lips warm and moist. Mommy paused at her breasts and swirled her tongue around each of her stiffening nipples.

Mommy spent a moment on her stomach, alternating between licking and sucking her skin that was breaking out in goose bumps.

Finally Mommy trailed down to her mound where her lips pressed and held. FinallyMommy’s fat tongue snaked out onto her flesh. She thought she could make out Mommy’s hungry gaze through the darkness before her attention descended lower.

Mommy started low, against her asshole, Mommy’s tongue crept up, almost like a dog in slow motion. Her lips parted as Mommy dragged smooth, hot tongue up, slowly licking the whole slit from top to bottom.

She gasped as the tingling grew in intensity and became sharp, almost painful, as Mommy clamped her mouth around her clit and sucked and licked until she was on the brink.

“Do you want Mommy to make you cum?”

She tried to catch her breath and finally muttered, “Pleeeeeeease.”

“Did you finish your homework and chores?”

She had to take a couple of breaths before she could squeeze out a reply. “Yeeeeees, Mommy. Pleeeeease.”

Mommy’s lips clamped over her hood. Her tongue flicked over her clit until she lightly bit down and sucked hard while sliding a single finger into her moist cavity.

Her back arched and her pussy spasmed and quivered and her legs shook uncontrollably as she came, knowing she’d have to please Mommy next.

The storm completely forgotten.

[zorciarkrildrush]

DJ Crazy Times could you please make the Times a bit less Crazy. My good man just a skooch. All of the dream.

[ratatatastic]

biiiiiiiiiggggg skooch for the captain

boston bruins @ florida panthers game 2 | 5.8.24

[himfromppg]

What do you think about how you looked in the Cartoon Network "Super Smash Bros" clone, "CN Punch Time Explosion XL" ?

Personally, I think you looked pretty good for a 3D model. (Credit goes to Skooch on YouTube for the video snapshots.)

I like it! No. I LOVE it!

[mysticalsoot]

sick at space camp

a self-indulgent boarding school au fic

A/N; yes this takes place at a space camp boarding school and no I will not be disclosing exactly why other than autism. anywho I may do more of this specific boarding school au- who knows? also I just made up names for reader's family like figures lmao

summary; reader and wil get sick and have wholesome moments, wilbur is very whiny and sickly.

tw// swearing?? sickness. wilbur is whiny but when is he not

words; 2.5k

pairings; wilbur x gn!reader

dedicated to @lvrboysoot as always<3

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Wilbur's immune system was shit, that was a well-known fact. So going to a boarding school filled with (most likely) germy kids wasn't the best decision on his part, but nevertheless, here he was laying in his bunk, coughing out his lungs as you were shivered up in your own bunk. 

The two of you caught some sort of cold—probably from running in the rain the week prior, Wilbur's idea—and both of you were paying for it. The two of you were quarantined to your dorm, which you shared with a few other kids, and we're also left out of activities for the day or as long as it takes for you both to get better. And hopefully, for you, it would be soon. Right now as you shiver and sniffle, you're missing out on getting to meet scientists and astronauts—and part of you began to resent Wilbur and his romantic ideals that landed the two of you in bed. 

You heard him cough again, followed by a stuffy-sounding groan, "Next time you get an idea for a romantic escapade, let's not do it during a storm?" You pipe up, peeking around the wall that separates your bunk from the desk underneath his.

Wilbur simply grunts, covering his face with his hands, "Then don't agree to it," He turns over to lay on his front, head shoved into his pillow.

"Well, I didn't know it was going to rain when you convinced me to sneak out!" You sit up, skooching closer to the end of your bed, taking your tissues with you, "I told you that you'd regret sneaking out," You shake your head in disapproval, a smile painted on your lips, watching as he turns around again, this time onto his back. He can't seem to get comfortable and he grunts when he goes to sit up, not feeling even an ounce of comfort in his bed.

"No one caught us," He pauses as you stand, and only a few steps later you're climbing the ladder to his top bunk, reaching the tissues out for him to take. He takes the box and nods his head as a thank you, "I don't know why you complain so much about it." He shrugs as he sneezes into one of the tissues he took from the box.

"Becauuuse," You draw out the word, leaning away from the ladder as you hold onto the side of it, dramatically leaning your head back before snapping it back to face him, "It's against the rules, there's a curfew for a reason, bee."

He smiles softly at the nickname, a faint fluttering in his chest at the word—he feels happy despite the aches that radiate in his body. You back down from the ladder, walk back to your bunk, and wrap yourself in your blanket as you sit on the side, looking up at him.

"How the fuck are we going to pass the time," He pauses, his eyes meeting yours despite the distance between his bunk and yours, "It's already noon and I don't think I can sleep anymore, man."

You giggle slightly, shrugging your shoulders, "We could work on our space law project. We haven't finished that."

He grumbles, shaking his head, "Hell no, for the love of God, anything but that," Wilbur sits up, pulling his legs to rest against his chest and he keeps his gaze locked on you. Despite your sickly skin and puffy under eyes—you're beautiful, in every meaning of the word. He simply stays there admiring you, eyes shining with a glint of love and joy.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad," You shake your head, rolling your eyes and you too, admire him. Your eyes locked on his, his patchy cheeks bright and pink, his own under eyes puffy too, the tip of his nose bright red. The two of you look sickly, but you both still manage to find the beauty in each other despite the patchy color and puffy eyes.

He sits up straight, stiff and his face falls into a look of blank seriousness, "You signed me up to argue our case, I wouldn't be the one to say it's 'not that bad'," Wilbur keeps his gaze locked on yours, and you laugh.

"Oh, come on, Wil," You lift yourself off your bed, walking over to the ladder of his bunk again, wrapping yourself in your blanket just a bit tighter, "You're great at public speaking, and don't get me started on how well you are at persuading people," You chuckle lightly, sarcasm dripping from your last statement.

"You're so mean," He mumbles to you as he rubs his face with his hands, settling to hide his face in his hands.

"And a mean person who doesn't love you at all would—despite their better judgment—sneak out with you past curfew to run across campus, in the rain may I add, so you can have your hopeless romantic fantasy of dancing under the Saturn V?" You raise an eyebrow at him, smile wide and playful and he rolls his eyes at you.

"Touche," He slinks down to lay on his back, "I'm surprised your dad hasn't found out about that," Wilbur lets a soft smirk show through as his eyes slide shut.

"He doesn't and will never know, okay? Don't even tell Evan, he'll spill it immediately just to spite me," You shake your head, reminded of the glares your uncle-like figure has given Wilbur is the boy so much as hugs you. It's merely a joke between you—while he does care deeply about you, he cares about all his students and could care less if you and Wilbur snuck out. Although, your dad will care because he is legally responsible for you.

"No sane person would tell Evan a secret, or do something to get on his bad side," Wilbur jokingly shivers at the thought, smiling wide yet his eyes still shut.

"You telling him is like an immediate incrimination of yourself—I'd get off scot-free because in his mind—" You say the next part in a singsong voice, tilting your head in a teasing manner, "I can do no wrong~" You pause, gesturing your hand towards him, smiling, "But you on the other hand, oh boy, you might as well be the devil,"

"It's only because we're dating and he's overprotective of you," He huffs, crossing his arms, although the smile he holds only grows.

"Yeah, yeah, he just knows if I'm hurt under his supervision he's in biiiig trouble," You laugh to yourself, leaning against the ladder again.

"Your dad is kind of scary, so I don't blame him," Wilbur shrugs, discarding another tissue into the bin next to him.

"My dad? Scary?" You huff, shaking your head with a smile, "That man, is the equivalent of a cotton candy bear," 

Wilbur raises his eyebrows, "That sure is one comparison," 

"Well, it's true!" You counter and then a comfortable silence blankets the two of you. You tap the metal of the ladder before dropping down to your feet and going back to sit on the edge of your bunk. You curl back into the corner, wrapping yourself in your blanket, and hiding away from Wilbur's loving eyes.

You both rest in your respective bunks for a good while, the room entirely silent besides the occasional coughs and sneezes. It's not long before you're dozing off, your eyes desperate to slide shut.

A moment later, you're met with the feeling of warmth next to you and a shuffling sound following it. You open your eyes and you are far from surprised when your vision is net with a sickly Wilbur curled in his blanket, trying to squeeze into the bunk with you.

"It got lonely," He mumbles as he slips under your blanket with you, his head resting on your chest and his arm draping over your middle. You smile softly down at him, wrapping your hands in his frizzy hair. 

"Did it get lonely or are you just clingy?" You laugh lightly as he nuzzles against your chest, his legs tangling with yours.

"Rude," He let out a soft laugh, and now with him wrapped around you, you're wide awake, "I missed you,"

"Soo, clingy?" You smile wide, wrapping your arms around him and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I hate you," Despite his words, Wilbur holds a warm smile as he speaks, simply tightening his grip on you and nuzzling his face against your chest.

"I hate you too," You smile softly, slinking down slightly and he readjusts against you. 

"Objection," He smiles up at you, "You love me."

You shake your head, "Mm, nope, pretty sure all I feel for you is loathful hate."

"How dare you," His tone is playful and he lays his cheek on your shoulder.

Silence blankets the room again, interrupted by sniffling from him and chattering of your teeth. You pull the blankets up further, trying to wrap yourself in any sort of warmth you can. Wilbur notices this and wraps his arms around you even more, doing his best to warm you.

Something about the domestic nature of this; of being sick and in your lover's arms, is somehow calming. You feel like shit, but being next to Wilbur makes it all better. Being able to run your fingers through his hair, brush his warm cheeks with your hands, or just look down at him and admire him—feels like a blessing in itself.

You place a gentle kiss on the top of his head, resting your chin against him moments later, "You wanna watch a movie?"

He nods, smiling, "Space Camp 1986?" He tilts his head up to meet your eyes.

You laugh, "Don't tell Evan."

"Who said I was gonna tell the man who hates that movie more than anything, that I, his precious favorite student's boyfriend, suggested it in the first place?" He huffs as he shakes his head, sitting up and scooting off the bunk and grabbing his laptop off the desk, sneaking back into your bunk a moment later.

"You are a shit liar," You huff, smiling wide as you let him wrap his arm around you and you open the laptop, putting in the password and scrolling through Netflix as Wilbur holds you.

His chin rests on the top of your head, "I'm a good liar, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hm, okay, whatever you say. Live in your little fantasy world, Wil," You continue your scrolling, doing your best to find the movie but so far not finding it.

"You know, you can search for it," His lips curl up in a mischievous grin and you huff, continuing your scrolling on a search for your watch again section.

"I know it's here, asshole," You briefly glance over to him, glaring for a split second with a grin of your own plastered on your features. You scroll down a couple more lines until you find it and when you do, you stick your tongue out at Wilbur, taunting him. "Told ya!" You select the movie and let it begin playing while you push the laptop to lay on your knees. You wrap your arms around Wilbur and rest your head against his chest and he follows suit, his own arms wrapping tightly around you in a warm embrace.

"You still could've looked it up," He whispers against your hair as he presses a soft kiss against the top of your head and you grumble at him.

"Yeah, yeah, now shush, the movie's playing," You nuzzle in further next to him and focus your attention on the movie. The little girl at the beginning wishes to touch the stars like John Glenn, and then the pilot and her husband and how she too wishes to touch the stars—but has yet to be picked by NASA while the rest of her male colleagues have seemed to all get their chance.

You lay there in comforting silence, breathing and sniffles of noses the only things heard aside from the movie playing in front of you and your lover. It's quiet and comforting. So serene and domestic.

The movie continues on and when you've gotten to the point the crew of kids gets stuck in the space shuttle; you look up at Wilbur.

"You're so pretty…" You whisper as you gaze up at him, his fingers twirling into the hair atop your head, his gaze mindlessly locked on the computer screen.

He looks down at you, cheeks dusting pink, "You think so?" Wilbur's expression is unsure and you smile softly, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.

You nod softly, "I know so," You run your thumb over his cheek, face rough from having yet to shave today.

"How do you know?" He whispers back, and you sit up, your hand falling to rest on his shoulder. The movie still plays in the background.

"How wouldn't I know?" You pose the question resting your legs over his and pulling him in for his head to rest against your chest. You run your fingers through his frizzy curls.

"Mm, I don't know," He pauses, arm wrapping around your back, "Maybe cause I'm not, especially right now,"

You huff a laugh, hand grazing at his cheek, the warmth on his skin either from nervousness or sickness, and neither of you could tell, "You're kidding, right," You pause, and he shakes his head, "Love, you're sick. Give yourself a break," You lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head, "And fyi, you're pretty all the time, even sick," 

He hides his face in the fabric of your shirt, blushing wildly, "I don't deserve you," The words are mumbled and if you weren't so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him.

"Of course you do, you deserve the multiverse, darling," He shakes his head.

"Nope," 

You huff a small laugh, "Are we really gonna do this?"

"Yup," He lifts his head, smiling wide.

"Alright," You smile, eyes sliding shut and then you open them, looking down at Wilbur, "I love you more than anything and you deserve everything in the multiverse and then some, end of story,"

He fakes a pout, "I didn't even get to argue,"

Your smile is just as evident, if not more so and you place a gentle kiss to his forehead, "That's the point," You take a moment when you process the burning of his skin, and you place the back of your palm to his forehead, "You've got a fever," Your smile turns down into a frown.

Wilbur whines, "Don't make me go to sick bay, pleaaaaaase," 

"Wil," You brush some of his curls out of his face, "If you have a fever, you have to go,"

He shakes his head, resting against your shoulder, "Just let me stay here longer, just a bit more?"

You nod, "Fine, but when the movie's over, sick bay, asap."

"Agreed," He puts out his pinky and you wrap your own around his.

[preservationofnormalcy]

I’m the Time Traveller. Time has been…You need to tell me what this thing is. I don’t know what happened to the last message you’ve sent me, but it’s been intercepted somehow. I think it was behind it.

I don’t care about your damned rules and regulations, you need to tell me what I’m up against. Wipe my memory after, if you’re capable, but you need to tell me what it wants. Please. I see it in my sleep. It wants something, for some reason, but I don’t know what. Your jumpsuits are useless, I tell you, useless.

I can’t stay here much longer, you don’t understand. I’ve been here, in this time—oh lord when am I?—and in this- my house for far too long, you don’t understand, I have to go. I have to go, or I will…I don’t know.

I don’t know. All right? I don’t know.

I can feel the strands of time, I need to wrap them around my fingers. I can’t stay here.

But I need to. I need to I need to I need to go.

Make it go away. Send it away. That’s your job, for fuck’s sake, do your fucking job.

I’m going to burn the envelope. I’m going burn that one and the other two you let it deliver, unless you do something.

You don’t understand what I will lose if it gets me.

You will lose nothing but the chains that bind you to an artifcial accounting. This fake, this lie called "Time" will be eradicated, to an end th

--ello? This thing on? Gosh sakes, I--

--came unto you with grace and this is how you repay my kindness? Miserable, insignifi

--ighty, mister, you gosh darn gone far enough! Y'know I got half a mind to put you in th--

--at? What is this. Who dares?

--ell it's Amanda Wright who dares, doncha know? You'll have been causin' us a lot of trouble, mister!

Unbelievable gall of thi--

Uff da, you kiss your gramma with that mouth?

--ow are you doing thi--

'Cause I'm from a little place called Minnesota, mister, and we have a thing called gosh darn manners!

--are you....No no no no--

You betcha! Better just skooch on, it'll be better for ya if you start now! Hello? Oh for cute, Norm's got the - the jabberwock's all wrapped around him. Ms Cold? You -- oh there ya are, honey. You okay? Is this how I tell the people --

Doncha worry, everybody! This is Amanda Wright speakin'. Holy buckets, I had to pull out some pretty major stops to put a downer on Mr Destroyin' Time here, but it's done! Don't ask when it will have been done, fer your sake, but doncha worry your pretty little heads. Just, ah, for all the folks out there slidin' around time all willy nilly, you may wanna take a little break!

...that one's not a request. Take a break. Fer your sake.

Anyway, Miss Amanda's got it all taken care of. No longer experiencin' time in a linear fashion's got some perks, eh?

We're gonna give Norm and Ms Cold a little time to rest. They'll be back in a jiffy!

You will lose nothing but the chains that bind you to an artifcial accounting. This fake, this lie called "Time" will be eradicated, to an end th

--ello? This thing on? Gosh sakes, I--

--came unto you with grace and this is how you repay my kindness? Miserable, insignifi

--ighty, mister, you gosh darn gone far enough! Y'know I got half a mind to put you in th--

--at? What is this. Who dares?

--ell it's Amanda Wright who dares, doncha know? You'll have been causin' us a lot of trouble, mister!

Unbelievable gall of thi--

Uff da, you kiss your gramma with that mouth?

--ow are you doing thi--

'Cause I'm from a little place called Minnesota, mister, and we have a thing called gosh darn manners!

--are you....No no no no--

You betcha! Better just skooch on, it'll be better for ya if you start now! Hello? Oh for cute, Norm's got the - the jabberwock's all wrapped around him. Ms Cold? You -- oh there ya are, honey. You okay? Is this how I tell the people --

Doncha worry, everybody! This is Amanda Wright speakin'. Holy buckets, I had to pull out some pretty major stops to put a downer on Mr Destroyin' Time here, but it's done! Don't ask when it will have been done, fer your sake, but doncha worry your pretty little heads. Just, ah, for all the folks out there slidin' around time all willy nilly, you may wanna take a little break!

...that one's not a request. Take a break. Fer your sake.

Anyway, Miss Amanda's got it all taken care of. No longer experiencin' time in a linear fashion's got some perks, eh?

We're gonna give Norm and Ms Cold a little time to rest. They'll be back in a jiffy!

[imagines--galore]

If you don't want a funny one, and something sweet. Maybe a reader whose usually loud but is drunk for the scene and just wants to cuddle but starts crying when Sherlock tries to pull away

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Fluff. No warnings. A/N: Pfffft I can just imagine Sherlock panicking when theres tears lol Also I just LOVED this gif, I mean there is hesitation there but also affection so SQUEAL!

It wasn't often that you got drunk. But when you did, you got absolutely smashed. Not because you drank a lot, but because you were a lightweight. It took only a couple of drinks before you were tipsy, and a few more for you to be riding that high that came with alcohol.

So perhaps going out to celebrate a friend's birthday at a wine tasting hadn't been the best of plans. But it was your friend's birthday and it would be rude not to attend. And even ruder to go against everyone else's plans and not join in the wine tasting.

Suffice to say, after a couple hours you were sloshed.

Somehow, you managed to find your way out of the establishment and into a cab. Managing to slur out the address you were to go to, you tried your best to not fall asleep in the back of the cab. Though you did nod off here and there, only to jerk awake whenever the cab would stop at a red light or an intersection.

Finally, you were stumbling towards the all too familiar door of your residence. Your fingers fumbled with the keys for a good few minutes as you tried to find the one that fit. After a struggle with one key that really got jammed in the keyhole, you pouted at the door as if it had done you some personal offense.

Of course it was right at that moment the door swung open to reveal Sherlock standing there with an ever present condescending look on his face.

Your face, however, broke into a wide smile. "William!"

Even in your inebriated state you knew just how much he loathed being called by his first name. Which was why you used it all the time to get a rise out of him.

Sure enough his nostrils flared and an annoyed gleam came into his eyes as he pursed his lips at you.

Smiling sheepishly you lifted your keys. "Couldn't find my key." You giggled, all but stumbling through the threshold, grabbing the front of his shirt to steady yourself and nearly making him loose his balance.

"When you are aware that you cannot hold your liquor, why must you go about and do so?" Sherlock asked in an angry tone, turning around to stomp up the stairs. "As if you're any better!" You called out behind him, lifting a finger to where you could barely make out as he walked up the stairs.

Somehow, you managed to get up the stairs and into the apartment. It took you a little longer to actually climb all the stairs, but you finally made it. Pulling off your coat and scarf you threw them to the side. "Why is it so hot?!" You whined, before blinking at the fireplace where a fire was burning. "Oh." As the reason registered in your mind you looked around for a place to sit.

Finally deciding on a location you stomped over to it. Removing your shoes along the way, you came to a stand in front of Sherlock's designated armchair. Which was currently occupied by him.

You motioned your hand in a shooing motion. "Skooch."

His gaze lifted from the newspaper he had been reading to fix you with a deadpanned look. "Excuse me?"

Pointing at his armchair you clarified. "I wanna sit there."

An eye roll followed your words. "There are perfectly good seating placements in the rest of the apartment, Y/n. Sit in one of them." You frowned. "But I wanna sit here."

Knowing there was no deterring you from your decision, Sherlock decided that perhaps confusing you with be the best way to go. He set the newspaper aside and looked up at you from his seated position.

"Why?" He asked, that one word holding so much contempt that anyone else would've been put off by it. But you only shrugged.

"Because I wanna sit with you."

Where it had been his intention to throw you off, you did that with just those words. He blinked, his brilliant blue eyes clouding with confusion as he tried to determine why you would want to sit with him.

You sighed. And tired of waiting for Sherlock's response, you simply pushed him back by the shoulder, before climbing into his lap. You threw your legs over the side of the armrest so you could sit more comfortably.

He was definitely annoyed now, or perhaps he was more......confused with the sudden onslaught of feelings that rose within him at having you so close to him. And if there was something Sherlock despised more then anything it was feelings.

They were still new to him, given that he had known you and John for all but a year or so. And though you had all shared in many adventures since then, Sherlock was still finding it difficult to be around people who actually cared about him and didn't just see the asshole persona he put up.

Besides John you had been one of the first ones to call him out on his bullshit. John had nearly laughed himself to death when you had confronted him. Seeing Sherlock speechless truly counted as a Wonder of the World.

"Y/n? Get off." He said, not exactly liking he way his body had involuntarily responded to you being so close to him. His hands twitched at his sides, as if he were physically restraining himself from wrapping his arms around you.

"Hmmmmmmm no." You giggled, all but snuggling closer to him. "You're much more comfortable then a chair William."

"Stop calling me that." He snapped.

"But I like calling you William." You pouted. Suddenly your eyes were swimming in tears. "Don't you like it when I call you William?" It would seem getting drunk made you loose control of your emotions.

Sherlock caught sight of the tears and his eyes widened in panic.

Drunk you he could deal with.

Emotional and weepy you was something he was about to experience while you were drunk.

He finally relented.

Where his hands had been gripping the armrest, one of them slowly came up to wrap around your waist. His touch was hesitant and slow, as if he were unsure of where his hands were meant to go.

Through your cloud of inebriation, which was slowly beginning to loosen its hold on you, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "Is this alright?" You asked, a sudden shyness creeping into your voice as you looked at him from under your lashes. He nodded mutely, to which you smiled in response.

The both of you continued to gaze at one another for a few more minutes, unable to look away. "Do you know why I call you by your first name?" You asked, your eyes beginning to grow heavy with sleep as you adjusted to rest your head on his shoulder. Your nose brushed against his chin as you did.

"Enlighten me." He said, though his voice was not above a whisper as he did.

"Because no one else calls you that. And calling you Williams makes me think that you're mine." You admitted, smiling shyly as you fought to keep awake.

Yours.

Perhaps that was not such a bad thing? Belonging to someone, Sherlock mused as he drew hesitant circles where his fingers rested against your back.

"Sentiment will do you no good Y/n." He stated firmly. He waited for you to respond, to rebuff his claim. Yet you said nothing. He peered down at you, only to discover that you were fast asleep.

And as he watched you sleep, Sherlock couldn't help but allow a surge of.......affection to overcome his cold heart. "Then again, perhaps it is not always a bad thing."

So saying he leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.