Everyonetryvanishing

     Hearing yet another sigh from across the table, you lift your head and see Sam, arms crossed and head resting on his hands as he stares at you.     “Problem?” You raise an eyebrow at him.     “Yeah. You’re beautiful.”     “And that’s a problem?”     “Yes. It’s very distracting.”     You break into a smile and look back down at your laptop.     “God damn, (y/n), if you keep smiling like that, it’ll be the death of me.”     “Oh stop it.”     He does a mock shudder. “Your voice sends chills down my spine.”     Blushi

It was the middle of the night and Dean was a heavy sleeper, so when you felt him climbing out of bed you started to panic. You watched him get dressed and head over to his things, packing them away. ‘Dean? What are you doing?’ you asked. Dean’s silhouette froze but he carried on packing his things after a moment. You climbed out of bed and stood by him. ‘Dean, what’s wrong?’ ‘I need to keep you safe, baby.’ Dean’s voice was thick with tears. He was fumbling around in his bag, trying to put things in. You grabbed his hands and he looked the other way. ‘What are you trying to say

Summary: You and John explain to Sherlock what it means to have a favorite person. “So this man is innocent, and was framed by his brother so that he would be sent to prison?” John asked Sherlock, making sure he understood correctly. “Yes, it’s very obvious,” Sherlock said as he began playing a slow tune on his violin. “That’s terrible,” John stated, “doing that to your own brother.” “His brother was probably the favorite,” you replied from Sherlock’s chair, taking a bite of an apple Mrs. Hudson had given you earlier. “Favorite? What does that have to do

AN~ Just a real quick note! So I recently just watched Maleficent, and I instantly had a crush on Diaval. Minor spoilers for the movie (just in case!) So you have been warned... You were a fey, just like Maleficent, but unlike Maleficent your wings had never returned. You were deeply agonized at the thought of no longer being able to soar among the clouds, and just be absolutely free. You met Maleficent right after she had saved Diaval. You couldn't help, but relive that moment again... "Hello?" You called out in distance feeling very uncertain in the field. You collapsed on the ground taking deep breaths and try to continue to walk, but fa

Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor you…One day that'll change…One…day… When someone phones your house at two in the morning, that someone won't be telling you something you like. You knew this to be a fact…Which was why you contemplated letting the call go to the answering machine. You had been in the middle of a nice, restful slumber when that damn shrill ringing woke you. Even if you did pick up the call, you would sound far too grouchy to make any civil conversation. Don't answer…you repeated in your head, like a mantra. Don't answer. Don't answer. Don't answer. But, when your imagination led you to thi

The next day came around quickly enough, and once again you found yourself smartly dressed in front of the same building you had been at the day before. You checked your face in a small makeup mirror you kept in your purse to make sure that your contacts were in place. You didn't want to give Ivan any sort of reason to bring your physical features up. You blinked a few times to make sure they would stay, and flipped the mirror shut with a 'snap'. The doorbell to the office building jingled on its own, grabbing your attention immediately. Your head snapped up to see the same guard from the day before, holding the door open for you with a weir

   It was a sort of nostalgic thing, recess. No one really called it that anymore now that you're in highschool, recess just sounds kiddy and stupid. When one says recess, they think of the swing sets that were always filled up the very moment the playground opened, and the plastic slides that always warmed under the sun. Now, recess is just standing around in circles and talking with your friends.    Last year, Gilbert ran around with a basketball asking random people if they thought he was awesome, and if they said no, then the basketball was thrown at them. He got the balls and sports taken away for the whole school, and was hated for qu

After pushing Sherlock down in John’s chair you went into the kitchen and pulled open the freezer as you shouted, “Sherlock, is there anything temperature sensitive in the freezer that you care about?” “No” he called out before doing a bit of a double take, “Wait- Why?” You emerged with what looked to be a bag containing a frozen lung, a wet towel, and the first aid kit as you sighed, “Because I can’t exactly tell what’s what” He hummed in acknowledgement as you straddled his lap and pulled his hand away from his face, “Alright. Let me see.” “If you can&rs