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[ggukkiereads]

Hiii! I hope you’re doing well❤️ I was wondering if you could help me find this fanfic I’ve been looking for🥹

It’s a Jungkook x reader. The reader is a kindergarten teacher and jungkook is a single parent ( I think he had a girl named minna). Whenever he comes by to pick her up they flirt and eventually he invites her out for dinner with his kid if I remember it correctly🥰🥰

🌷 Hi! Sure, no problem! This is actually included in my Single Dad Fic Rec list and it’s Blue Spring by @adonis-koo. I normally would link the fic but I’ve been having issues with opening tumblr pages on my desktop and I can just see my dash T_T. Please click the author’s link and go to their masterlist. Enjoy!!!!

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[sheismental]

being at a concert w/ shawn (taylor swift just cuz he was there recently) and singing and dancing to the songs while she performs and when she sings like a cute song he has his arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind and just live in the moment

title: love story 

a/n: i live for this, concert w/ shawn issa need

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He is wearing that grin on his face that made your heart melt, through the flashing lights and loud music - He is enjoying himself like he hadn’t done in a while, wearing a navy blue cap that had been gifted to him. You knew how stressed he had been, but now, he is truly happy.

And you are one of the main reasons why he feels so at ease, so utterly happy. He knows it, and when he looks at you, you know it too. 

Taylor is standing on stage, red lipstick and blonde hair flowing - The soft and very much familiar melody rumbles through the speakers. And Shawn’s pearly smile grows wider, his soft dark brown curls falling down on his forehead as his eyes crinkle. 

‘We were both young when I first saw youI close my eyes and the flashback startsI’m standing there on a balcony in summer air…’

You chuckle playfully when you see his lips moving according to the song, the red lights illuminate his handsome face - Brown eyes sparkling. 

You feel his fingertips graze your back and roam through your shoulder blades - Wrapping his arms safely around your shoulders as he stands behind you. You shut your eyes briefly as a playful smile places over your lips, you can feel his grip tighten as he kisses the back of your head swiftly.

‘See the lights, see the party, the ball gownsSee you make your way through the crowdAnd say hello…’

It seems like everyone surrounding you has faded away as you hear the velvety sound of his voice ring through your ears, his breath tickling your neck. He is enjoy himself, having you so close to his chest - Pressed against him, feeling your warmth. Nothing but love and adoration fills his body as the melody continues - The both of you swaying slowly as you place your hands over Shawn’s big ones.

‘And I said,“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be aloneI’ll be waiting, all that’s left to do is runYou’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princessIt’s a love story, baby just say yes…’

He is singing passionately, loving every second of it - You can only manage to sing along with him, a playful smile on your lips. 

It was the most normal thing in the world, arms drapped around your shoulders - Just like a boyfriend would normally do, but in that moment you knew that feeling what you were feeling in that moment was what you always wanted to feel.

You wanted moments like that, moments where it was just Shawn and you feeling so at ease, with so much love in the air. 

He lowers his head a little, his lips parting just inches away from your ear and he whispers delicately, 

“I love you, and that’s all I really know,” He sings softly - His hot breath tickling your ear. “It’s a love story, baby just say yes.”

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An Accidental Love Story Part 9

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

“So hear me out,” Greg Lestrade starts as he bites into a donut. “I got an anonymous tip to check John Watson’s home security footage––and I actually found something odd and fishy.”

“Reichenbach Repairs,” Greg continues. “That’s the company John hired to have his floors refinished––we found footage of one of their people rifling through John’s things.”

“We showed it to Reichenbach Repairs and they went apeshit––swore that the man in question wasn’t one of their own, even though he was wearing their uniform,” Greg recalls, finishing his donut and gulping down his lukewarm coffee.

“But this guy didn’t even take anything–––he was just rubbing strips of paper on John’s stuff. It actually looked like he was––”

“Making copies of John’s fingerprints?” DI Janine Hawkins, Greg Lestrade’s partner, offers.

“Weird, innit?” Greg asks, shooting his empty cup of coffee into a nearby trash bin.

“Well, listen to this,” Janine answers. “I heard through the grapevine this morning that John Watson called a meeting with his lawyers to tell them he was going to plead guilty. How’s that for weird?”

“Something feels off,” Greg muses. “Would’ve been great to have Sherlock look into this case but––well––you know.”

“I know––who would’ve thought that the great Sherlock Holmes actually dated?” Janine smiles.

“Even stroppy geniuses need love, I guess,” Greg smiles back. “But here’s another thing––Sherlock’s been off the radar since this case started. The git’s been ignoring all my texts and emails––what gives?” Greg wonders, fiddling with his pen. 

“Can’t be easy, finally meeting someone––only to find out they’re a suspect in a murder case,” Janine ponders. “Maybe he just needs some time to process it.”

“Trouble seems to follow the poor lad around,” Lestrade remarks, genuinely worried about the state of his friend.

Janine was about to answer with something clever when officer Sally Donovan bursts through Lestrade’s door.

“Sir, there’s been a break-in,” she announces.

“Not my division,” Lestrade quickly replies.

“You’ll want it,” Sally shoots a look at him and Janine. “It’s 221B Baker Street.”

Greg and Janine immediately walk out with Sally to join the rest of the team.

“What have we got so far?” Greg asks out loud.

“Perpetrator entered through a kitchen window, sir,” one of the officers replies. “There was no one in the flat when police arrived––but there were traces of blood on the living room carpet.”

Greg pales.

“Any sign of Sherlock Holmes?” Greg dares to ask.

“None, sir,” the officer replies softly, aware that Lestrade considered Sherlock a friend, no matter how intolerable the man could be. “A blood sample is on its way to the lab as we speak.”

“I can’t believe this,” Lestrade murmurs, rubbing his face in despair. 

“Right, come on,” Lestrade sighs after a moment, squaring his shoulders. Sally, Janine, and a few other officers follow his lead.

You better be alive, you bastard, Lestrade thinks. You better be alive.

Meanwhile, in a secret coffee lounge tucked away in a nondescript building called The Diogenes Club, Mycroft Holmes and a barely recognizable Sherlock are talking in hushed voices over cups of cappuccino. 

“Team Lazarus has been deployed and is now ready for battle––are you?” Mycroft checks, looking at his younger brother and his garishly ginger wig.

“I’m scared, Mycroft,” Sherlock admits in a rare show of vulnerability. His fingers tremble as he smokes his third cigarette of the day. Sherlock had quit smoking a long time ago––but today, they both agreed that he needed it.

“You can always back out of this, brother mine,” Mycroft soothes. “This is not your battle to fight, after all.”

“Don’t be absurd,” Sherlock scoffs. “I am not afraid of fighting monsters, Mycroft. I am a Holmes. I can look death in the face without batting an eye.”

“Enlighten me, then,” Mycroft raises an eyebrow.

“You must think I’m an idiot,” Sherlock smirks, “––risking everything for a person I’ve only met three times.”

“But trust me, Mycroft,” he smiles. “It only took me five minutes to understand that John Watson is a good man. The best and wisest man I have ever known.”

“And maybe it’s selfish,” Sherlock continues as he puts out his cigarette in an ashtray, “––but I like how he makes me want to be a better man myself.”

Mycroft could only listen in silence, stunned at the depth of his brother’s affections for a man he barely even knows.

“The truth is, brother mine––” Sherlock sighs as he puts on a coat and gets ready to leave. 

“I’m scared of losing John Watson.”

Update: Part 10 here

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[skymoonandstardust]

Unlucky Winners Part 2 Teaser

CEO!Tom Holland X reader

Part 1

The door opened and Haz walked in, the immaculate Gucci suit clinging to his frame perfectly fitting him and his surroundings.

“Any word from Ms. horrible about your dinner date?” 

Harrison sauntered towards the desk, as Tom smiled and chuckled “No thankfully, nothing but silence from her so far and it can stay that way—that’s fine by me.” It was Haz’s turn to chuckle “Do you think she’ll cash in?

Tom was already shaking his head Haz took up a perch on the edge of the table. “I doubt it. She seemed plenty horrified last night, and she can hardly stand to be around me any more then then I can stand to be around her. I expect I’ll never hear from her about that—or anything else for that matter.”

He smiled, showing of sparking dazzling white teeth “Please. You might hate each other but you can’t stay away.” His grin spread into a smirk “Tension, remember. I wouldn’t be surprised if you heard from her in the next few days asking to set up dinner” Tom scoffed, brushing away the idea with a dismissive wave of his hand “I doubt it. And anyway, I hope she doesn’t. Sitting through a dinner with her would be torture—I wouldn’t last the evening. At least not without one of us ending up in the hospital.

Harrison grinned at him across the desk “I’ll be sure to visit you there everyday then and sneak you  some ice cream or something.”

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Kakashi-sensei's Mysterious Love Life

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by TheDragonSlayer

Sakura only wanted Kakashi-sensei to stop reading porn in public, because it's kind of embarrasing, really. She thought that finding a girlfriend for him would be a perfect way to achieve that. How could go wrong, right?

Apparrently, someone was disagree with her.

  Just a little crackc about an innocent misunderstanding and a cheesy marriage proposal.

Words: 5732, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Obito, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Yamanaka Ino, Akimichi Chouji, Maito Gai | Might Guy

Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Crack, Marriage Proposal, Fluff and Crack, Idiots in Love, Obito is a idiot, and a romantic sap, Sasuke is little shit

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[palhao84]

[TRADUÇÃO] O Matador de Dragões

Eu não gosto de gente que fica dando uma de João-sem-braço. Nem mesmo se forem matadores de dragão. Saiba mais sobre esse tropo neste artigo! [TRADUÇÃO] O Matador de Dragões

Esta publicação é uma tradução do original em inglês por TV Tropes disponível em

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheDragonslayer

Saiba mais sobre meu serviço de revisão e tradução em

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Não sei quanto a vocês, pessoal, mas… eu meio que quero matar o dragão.

Angel

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An Accidental Love Story Part 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 

“You told me you would keep him safe!” Sherlock snarls as he bursts through the door of Mycroft’s office.

“And I did, of course,” says the older Holmes impassively, not even looking up from the file he was reading.

“The man is locked up in prison as we speak––in danger of losing everything he has worked hard for his whole life––is that really the best you can do?” Sherlock scoffs.

Mycroft finally looks up, staring at Sherlock as though he had grown an extra pair of limbs.

“And what would you have me do, Sherlock, hm? Magically make the murder case disappear? Make his enemies suspicious? My, my––sentiment has made you rather slow, brother mine.”

Sherlock remains quiet, walking over to the large aquarium facing Mycroft’s desk. Sherlock always thought the thing looked gaudy––but he had to admit, watching the Discus fishes swim by was almost relaxing. Almost.

“Morko,” Sherlock utters, apropos of nothing.

“Morko Pharmaceuticals,” Mycroft adds. “Founded by Jim Moriarty and Evelyn Korkovich in 2010. Almost as big as John’s own biotech company––Gladstone Labs.”

“The two companies have stayed out of each other’s hair for years,” Mycroft continues. “But 18 months ago, John’s team of scientists discovered something groundbreaking. Very top secret. Something that Moriarty wants to get his hands on. We’re still trying to figure out what it is, unfortunately.”

“What have you got so far?” Sherlock asks.

“Just a code name,” Mycroft reveals. “Iditarod.”

Sherlock smiles. He removes his phone from his breast pocket, opens a photo, and places it on Mycroft’s desk.

“Yes, I already know Iditarod is a historic trail system in Alaska and that they have an annual sled dog race. Why am I looking at this?” Mycroft frowns. It’s a photo of Malamutes and Siberian Huskies.

“Think about physical stamina, Mycroft,” Sherlock begins. “Something that you greatly lack.”

“Get to the point, Sherlock. I don’t have all day,” Mycroft rolls his eyes.

“Human beings are absurdly frail, dear brother,” the younger Holmes explains. “When under a certain amount of stress, our muscle cells leak out bits of enzymes and proteins––a sign of cell damage. A Malamute’s cells can get damaged, of course, but––”

“Ah...obvious,” Mycroft interrupts, realization dawning.

“A Malamute’s muscle cells can get damaged but their bodies have the uncanny ability to reprogram,” Mycroft grins, pleased that he was able to catch on quickly. “Sled dogs can run an unforgiving race and injure their muscle cells but as they keep repeating the same exercise, their cells––in just a matter of days––learn how to not get injured.”

“Exactly,�� Sherlock grins back. “Their cells learn to adapt, giving them the stamina to run for days without rest.”

“Are you seriously telling me that John Watson and his scientists have discovered a way to replicate this process in the human body––and that we now all have a shot at having superhuman endurance?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know,” Sherlock smirks. “I thought you were omniscient.”

“Contrary to what you might believe, there are many things in this world I’m not privy to,” Mycroft admits, rising from his chair. 

“That’s disappointing,” Sherlock teases. “I was rather hoping you could tell me why Moriarty is going to great lengths just to ruin John Watson’s life.”

“There have been rumors––” Mycroft muses, pacing around his office like he usually does when deep in thought, “––that Morko Pharmaceuticals is just a front––that Moriarty’s real business is acting as a biotech consultant––to terrorist groups, assassin organizations, rogue governments, you name it.”

“If that’s true,” Sherlock murmurs, “if that’s true then of course––of course he would want Iditarod. Imagine if he could sell superhuman endurance. He’d have the world’s most dangerous people wrapped around his finger.”

“Perhaps this is all an elaborate ploy to corner John into giving Moriarty full access to Iditarod,” Mycroft shares. “John’s freedom and reputation in exchange for intellectual property rights.”

Sherlock sags as he sinks into one of Mycroft’s office chairs.

“I need to help him, Mycroft,” Sherlock exhales, trying to imagine a life without John Watson and failing. “I need to know what to do.”

Mycroft looks at his brother, trying to read his face. What he finds there makes him break into a sad smile. He shrugs his shoulders and returns to sitting at his desk.

“We’re the Holmes brothers, Sherlock,” Mycroft assures, flipping through the file he was reading earlier.

“We’ll save John Watson.”

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**Author’s note: Credit to @whenisayrunrun for that beautifuI close-up GIF of Sherlock (8th GIF). 

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Thank you for reading!! I’d like to credit this really cool Live Science article for helping me write this chapter lolol.

Update: Part 8 is up!

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T.G.I.F

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by TheDragonSlayer

"I challenge you to-hiccup-kiss a stranger."

"Shut up, Kisame, you're drunk."

"I'll pick-hiccups-tonight's tab."

"Deal."

Words: 1551, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi, Hoshigaki Kisame, Hidan (Naruto), Nagato | Pain, Konan (Naruto), Deidara (Naruto), Sasori (Naruto)

Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito

Additional Tags: Crack, Drunken Shenanigans

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An Accidental Love Story Part 11

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Trigger warning: This installment contains depiction of suicide

“How’s your dog, Molly?” John asks over the static. He was hunched inside a phone booth just a few yards away from his jail cell.

Molly Hooper has, in fact, never owned a pet dog. John Watson was fully aware of this.

On the other end of the line, Molly freezes, hoping against hope that she had heard John wrong. It was the question she wished she would never hear from John. A question which, to other people listening in, seemed perfectly innocuous––but to the scientists of Project Iditarod, that question was a secret code––a code that only meant one thing: We’re fucked. Our data is compromised. Delete everything.

Molly shuts her eyes, opens them again, and looks at her phone––as if to make sure it wasn’t broken.

“M-Molly?” John tries again. “Sorry––these prison phones can be rubbish. Did you hear me?”

“Yup, heard you the first time!” Molly replies, blinking back tears and trying to sound peppy. “I’m taking him to the groomers this morning––he needs a very thorough cleaning,” she laughs. 

“Good, good,” John smiles. “Listen, its been a great 15 minutes, Mols––but a bunch of other inmates are waiting to use the phone. I’ve got to go.”

“Sure, no problem––but one more thing, John––I’m actually planning on knitting you a sweater. You’re favorite color is green, right? Or was it red?”

It was another one of their unassuming, little, secret codes. Green would mean John was not in any danger. Red would mean his life was on the line.

Please say green, please say green, please say green, Molly begs silently.

“That’s sweet of you––it’s, uh, green, actually,” John lies. There was no need to worry the poor girl. 

“Goodbye, Molly.”

John hangs up, walks back to his cell, sits stiffly on his bed, and unrolls the newspaper he’s been clutching all morning. At the bottom of the front page was a grainy picture of Sherlock Holmes‘ beautiful, scowling face. His lifeless body was found floating on the Thames, tortured beyond recognition. John wasn’t certain if Sherlock’s death was Moriarty’s doing but it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

I’m sorry, Sherlock, John thinks, his body trembling with pent-up emotion. I’m so sorry.

John wants to scream, wants to run, wants to break something and hear it snap beneath his bare hands. Instead, he looks out into the hallway and checks the clock on the wall. 

He had less than 30 hours before Moriarty came to collect what he wanted.

Well, tough, John thinks. 

By now, Molly had hopefully already run the code, eliminating every piece of information on Iditarod. 

Before John‘s arrest, the serum had been in its final testing phase. They were close. So close––and there was no way John would let Moriarty threaten him into giving away all of the rights to Iditarod. John knew the rumors about Jim––and by now, he was one hundred percent certain that they were all true. 

John looks down at his left hand. Molly already knows what to do if anything should happen to him. She would extract the chip from his body and wait three years to resurrect the project.

John didn’t think it would all come to this. He didn’t like what he was about to do. Not one bit. But Moriarty was a brilliant man. It wouldn’t take him long to figure out John’s secret––that John himself was the final key. 

He would still kill me, anyway, John muses. 

There’s a proper time to die, isn’t there? He thinks, remembering his days as a soldier. And one should embrace it when it comes.

Later that night, when the halls are quiet and empty, he lies in bed and takes out the makeshift blade he had hidden underneath his mattress. 

He raises his hand and takes a good look at his wrist, recalling his medical training. He sees in his mind how he would slit his radial artery with perfect precision. 

Jim Moriarty will not be getting what he wants, John decides.

Surprise, motherfucker, he thinks with a smile. 

Across London, Sherlock Holmes was busy putting the final touches on his plan.

“Could we do this much faster, please?” He asks, nervously pacing in front of large shelves containing folders upon folders of files. 

“Hang on,” Molly Hooper grunts through gritted teeth, frantically putting on gloves. “Ten minutes ago, I didn’t even know who you were and now I’m giving you the biggest secret of my life––give me a moment, will you?”

“You know everything about Project Iditarod, alright,” she continues, filling a small vial with the secret serum. “But how do I even know if I can trust you?”

“I’m afraid you don’t have much choice, Ms. Hooper,” Sherlock replies. 

“We need to trust each other––or John Watson dies.”

Part 12

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