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Phil Lester: Marriage Proposal Expert

Summary: Phil has been trying for months to propose to Dan, and each attempt has failed spectacularly.

Or the five times Phil tried to propose and the one time Dan did.

Words: 6,075

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A/N: I’ve been working on this for the last few days instead of studying for my upcoming exams so I hope you guys like it. It’s over 6,000 words! I can’t even remember the last time I wrote a oneshot this long.


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Phil had everything planned, to the last bit. All the candles were lit, dinner was done and ready to be served and the ring was in his jeans’ pocket. All that was left was for Dan to get back home from the shopping Phil had sent him to do while he had prepared everything.

He had been planning for this moment for the past month and had bought the ring five months ago. If it had been up to him, Phil would have proposed the second he got the ring. It just had never seemed like the right time. Life had been so crazy for them for the past year and a half and it never seemed like they had the time for much else.

Now that it seemed as if they were finally getting a very well deserved break, Phil had finally decided that there was no better time than this to finally ask Dan to marry him. It took him a month to decide and plan everything because he wanted it all to be perfect. It was not everyday that you got to ask your boyfriend of seven years to marry you and Phil would have nothing ruin the moment.

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Set In Stone

Song: Set In Stone - Guy Sebastian 

Pairing: Misha x Reader 

Summary: It’s been five months since Misha and Reader last seen each other. With Misha being busy filming the new season for Supernatural and going to conventions and Reader being busy with writing her new book, timing was tough. After a stressful day of paperwork, reading and writing, Y/N wants nothing more than her boyfriend to come home. 

Warning: angst, little fluff 

Words: 1,717

A/N: I felt bad for not posting much, I’m going through a rough patch in life at the moment. So here’s a little something I wrote within thirty minutes, so I apologise if it’s crappy. I’m currently obsessed with this song and suggest you all listen to it. Guy is fucking amazing. 


Originally posted by timetraveldean

Misha’s POV

A sigh emitted from my mouth as I looked at the last text message Y/N had sent me. I wanted nothing more than to catch a flight home to where my girlfriend had waited for me for the past five months. I only needed to wait another three weeks before I could return home to her. 

Honeybee: Your infamous hug would be perfect right now. 

Me: Is everything okay, baby? 

Honeybee: Just stressed. Missing you. 

Me: Three more weeks. Missing you more. 

Honeybee: Seems too long. Missing you most.  

It was true. Three more weeks would equal to six months since I last seen her. I was growing tired of drinking expensive red wine in a hotel bed that remained half empty. It begun to get lonely with each passing night, wanting nothing more than to give into the temptation to head back home. 

Before I could respond to Y/N, Jensen popped his head into the room with a smile on his face. His excitement was showing. 

“It’s your time, Dmitri,” he called before disappearing back into the hall. 

We were at a convention in Washington DC and Jensen and Jared had just finished their panel. It was now time for my solo and I wasn’t the slightest bit ready. Sighing again, I stood from my position on the couch and put my phone in my pocket. 

The walk to the side of the stage was quiet, ignoring passing people who gave concerning looks. I wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone but Y/N. But these were my fans, and they paid a lot of money to be here, so I wasn’t going to waste their time. 

Before I knew it, it was my cue to go on stage. With a big smile plastered on my face, I walked out and waved to the crowd, holding the mic tightly in my hand. Screams came back in return as I took my seat and looked out to the crowd. 

“Hello Washington,” I called out, earning a shout from the crowd of mixed hey’s, hello’s and hi’s. 

The panel went by slow with people asking interesting questions and random shouts when it went quiet. There had been a question that sparked a riot from the fans; “if Castiel were to have a love interest, who would play that person?” Many people shouted Dean in reply, causing me to laugh. 

“My girlfriend,” I replied, earning an awe from the crowd. 

“But she isn’t an actress,” the fan who asked replied. 

“She’s already in love with me, there’s not much acting to do,” I raised an eyebrow and smirked. 

She sat down after that and I sat down as another fan came to the front to ask a question. My gaze stayed glued to the fan who stood in front of the mic, as she shyly moved her hair out of her face. My breath was nearly caught in my throat when I took in her appearance. She was wearing boots and a cowboy hat. 

“Hi, I’m Sharnni,” she spoke softly. 

“Aloha cowgirl,” I winked in her direction causing her to laugh. 

Sharnni looked exactly like the woman who awaited for my presence back at home. She had the same coloured hair at the same length as my lover, almost like my lover. Sharnni’s Y/E/C eyes sparkled in the same way Y/N’s would, almost like hers would. Her laugh, man, it was almost like my lovers.

“I have two small questions, if that’s okay,” she asked quietly, earning a nod from me, “first one, how come we haven’t seen any new photos of you and Y/N? You’re my OTP and I’ve been missing seeing you both together.” 

She rambled almost like Y/N, too. The one thing that stood out the most is ‘almost’ isn’t even close to her. There’s nothing like Y/N. 

“I haven’t been able to see her in almost six months due to filming and conventions and attending rally’s in a failed attempt to save America,” I replied with a sad smile, “But I’ll be home in three weeks and I can’t wait.” 

All I wanted to do was call Y/N and tell her how much I loved her. I wanted to remind her that her love was engraved on my heart, and it’ll only ever be hers. I wanted to make sure that she knew that distance was just numbers and nothing was going to break us apart.  

“Second question,” she paused, taking in a deep breath, “are you planning to marry her? If not, I’ll gladly swipe her off her feet.”

Her comment earned laughs from the crowd and myself. Would I marry Y/N? There’s no hesitation in saying yes to that. If I had to choose between her and somebody else, it was most definitely always be her. I couldn’t dream of spending my life with anyone else. 

“Am I going to have to fight you to back off?” I stood up, holding my fists up as she busted out laughing, holding her own up, making me chuckle before I sat back down, and the sadness begun to wash over me. “The thought of marrying Y/N makes me happy. We’ve been together for three years now and hopefully many more to come. I would love to marry her. It’s entirely up to her if she wants to marry me back.” 

The thought of Y/N made me sad. I wanted the next three weeks to pass by quickly. Instead, I’m stuck at a convention being asked about the woman I missed dearly and it only made me miss her more. 

A sigh left my lips as I looked down, attempting to hold back the tears. The crowd cheered loudly as I felt two pair of arms wrap around me. Genevieve lent to the side with her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her face in front of mine. 

“Go home, Misha,” she whispered, “I was just on the phone to her and she was crying.” 

My head snapped up as worry flashed over my face. She was crying? Why was she crying? What happened to her?

“She just misses you, Misha,” she smiled softly, “nothing to worry about.” 

Jared removed the microphone from my hand and spoke to the crowd as Gen tried to convince me to go home. She was handed a seat and sat beside me as Jensen, Rob and Rich joined Jared to entertain the fans. Gen had told me that the stress was eating Y/N alive and being away from me for such a long time made her think that she wasn’t enough. 

As much as it made me want to cry, I had to hold it together as we were still on stage. I’m going to finish this convention before doing anything. I thanked her quietly as I gave her a quick hug, kissing her head gently before walking over to Jared and stealing my mic back. 

“You fuckers already had your turn,” I put on a smile, pointing towards the side of the stage, “get off my stage.” 


Y/N’s POV

You let out a shuddering breath as you wiped your tears away after your phone call with Genevieve. Danneel had rocked up not even fifteen minutes later and it was obvious that Gen had called her to tell her what was wrong. But you didn’t mind, you needed the company. 

You didn’t know whether it was your period making you feel like this or it was the simple fact that you were a woman who was so deeply in love and craved her boyfriend’s affection. In three more months, it would reach six months. Six long, exhausting months since you last seen Misha. Six months full of pain. 

Danneel was currently cuddling with you on the couch with large bowls of ice cream whilst watching reruns of Friends. By the second season, you were lying between her legs and rested your head on her chest as she rubbed your back. You were sleepy and allowed sleep to consume with the sound of Matt LeBlanc’s voice in the background. 

It had been 2 hours since you fell asleep and you felt shifting beneath you. 

“Sorry, babe,” Danneel spoke softly, “can you sit up for a second? I need to grab my phone.” 

You nodded sleepily as you sat up, eyes still closed as you waited for her to come back. After a while, she sat back down and you laid back, frowning at the flat surface. 

“What happened to your boobs?” You whined sleepily.  

“Left them back in Washington, sorry,” a male voice replied, making your eyes snap open as you sat up. You looked around and seen Danneel’s bag missing and turned to face the man. Your heart nearly stopped as you took in the sight of the love of your life. 

“What are you doing home?” You leaped forward and wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly against you. 

“Life got in the way of us, and so I had to walk right off that stage and come home,” he whispered, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you as close as he could to his body. You turned your head to face his, eyes locking. There were tears welling in his eyes as some ran down your cheeks.

He was home. Misha was home. The love of your life was home. 

Your hand went to the back of his neck as you filled in the gap and placed your lips onto his. Six months worth of missing him went into this one kiss. Six months worth of being lonely without you by Misha’s side went into every touch. Hands wandered one another’s body, taking in the moment that made tears stream down the both of your faces. 

“I missed you,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“I missed you more,” you smiled against his, kissing him more to shut him up. 

The empty feeling that had made a home in your heart soon disappeared as his love took over. You both didn’t sleep that night; too consumed in wanting to know what the other did, how the other was doing, the new stories the other had to tell. 

No matter where he was or where he’s going, you were both set in stone. Unshakeable and unbreakable. 

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Fanfic - What We Do Have - 1/1

Prompt: When Barry and Iris bring the Twins home it reminds Barry of the conversation he had with his mother on Earth-2. 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 950

AN: For  dasakuryo who wanted this fic MONTHS ago. Sorry about the delay :(


“Well this little guy definitely has the Allen chin,” Henry proclaimed proudly.

Barry smiled watching his father hold his five day old son in his arms. His normally stoic father cooed softly whenever Don or Dawn were placed into his arms. His father’s weathered face lit up with joy. Barry couldn’t imagine a better feeling then introducing his father to the twins. Or how amazing it felt to be back in the familiar surroundings of their living room. After an exhaustive twenty-four hour delivery followed by checkups with several doctors Barry and Iris finally brought the twins home.

Home. Even after five years he still wasn’t used to it. The two of them moved in here after they got married. They wanted a home that belonged to only the two of them. One they built together with the hope of raising children in. On most days there was no place Barry would rather be then home with his wife and now his children.

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All That Matters/ A Sammy Fanfic. Part 1




It started out as a school project. No feelings, no attachment, nothing. I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him, but there was something about those hazel eyes and that million dollar smile. Something that made my heart race every time I saw him, or the way he said the sweet things that sent chills down my spine. I didn’t want to get my heart broken and that’s why it was a rule I had, but rules are meant to be broken and I decided that if I was going to get my heart broken it might as well be by him. A year ago I never thought I’d be the type of girl who let a guy overpower her every thought and now that’s what I had become.

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*one year earlier*

It was exactly the one thing I had been dreading for the last three months. What am I talking about you ask? School. A dreadful place you spend eight hours at for five days a week where you are constantly being judged on how you look or dress. I used to love school when I was in about fourth grade and all I had to worry about was who went first during double Dutch, but now that I’m in highschool I had much more to worry about.

I rolled out of bed a little late that morning before heading to the bathroom which was exactly across the hall from my bedroom. Turning on the water to the hottest temperature possible, I stepped in the shower. The hot water covered my body almost as if it was soaking out every worry I had. After about thirty minutes, I decided it would be smart to actually wash my hair which I did. I got out of the shower exactly an hour after I had gotten in and looked in the mirror which was covered in a slight fog. My left hand reached up to wipe it off and my reflection became more clear.

Staring at myself almost made me want to run and hide. Yes I know what you’re thinking, typical teenage girl who doesn’t like herself. That’s not true, I was fine with the way I looked at times, but there were certain moments when I couldn’t stand my own reflection and yes this was one of those moments. I stared at my light blue eyes first and groaned at the puffy no sleep look they had. My wet long ash brown hair fell down around my shoulders stopping at my hips. After about five minutes, I went back to my bedroom to decide on what to wear. I pulled out a black muscle tee with a Ying Yang sign on it, a pair of light blue ripped high waisted shorts, black sheer tights, and a green and blue faded flannel. After that I went back to the bathroom I sprayed sea salt spray into my hair and scrunched it up so it looked waved. I messed my hair up a couple times so it looked a little messy and when I liked the way it looked, I sprayed it with hairspray and moved on to makeup. Applying concealer to my face and winged eyeliner and mascara to my eyes, I was done getting ready. After putting on all of my clothes, I added a black beanie and some black combat boots before grabbing my black floral backpack and going downstairs.

“Do you need a ride?” My older brother, Jacob, said as soon as I got down the stairs. He looked pretty much like me but as a guy (obviously) and he was scrolling through his phone with his elbows resting on the counter. I smiled and shook my head no before grabbing my Misfits lanyard which held my keys.

“I promised I’d pick up Ness up. Thanks though” I said, my voice sounding weird since I hadn’t really said much this morning.

My light blue VW bug pulled into the parking lot of my school. I parked as close to the school as I could and got out, making my way to the building. Everyone was too excited to be back to school which I found annoying.

“Adelaine!” I heard a voice call causing me to turn away from my locker and meet the dark brown eyes of my best friend, Anessia.

“Hey” I said, shutting my locker so I could lean against it.

“We have first period together so I decided I would find you so we could go together” she smiled showing off her perfect white teeth. I returned the smile and began walking, her following. Ness and I were the exact opposite of each other. She was outgoing, talkative, and brave while I was awkward and kind of rude. We had been best friends since first grade and she stuck around even when I was a total bitch to everyone.

Our classroom was empty when we arrived so we decided on a seat in the back. Soon a bunch of people filled the room and the first bell rang which mean hell has officially began.

“Okay welcome back everyone! I know it’s the first day and everything but we have an assignment” Mr. Sean said receiving groans from literally everyone including myself. “Okay before everyone gets all mad, it’s a simple project. I’m going to assign you with a partner and you will spend the next week writing a paper on one trait you like most about them.”’

Me. Sean began partnering everyone and of course I was the last to receive mine.

“Adelaine Rowe and Samuel Wilkinson” was what he said which made me internally stab myself. Sam Wilkinson wasn’t popular at school but he wasn’t a loner like me at all. He hung out with four boys and a lot of girls who he had probably hooked up with at least five different times. He partied every weekend and came to school with hangovers from drinking his weight the night before. The other downside? He had no idea who I was. A desk being put next to mine interrupted my thoughts and I looked into Sam’s hazel eyes.

“You’re Adelaine right?” He asked, checking me out for a moment until I responded.

“Yeah that’s me” was all I could say.

“I’m Sam” he said, reaching his hand out to me to shake.

“Yeah I know. We’ve had English together since seventh grade” I said, ignoring his hand and pulling out paper so I could at least try to figure out what to do about this assignment.

“Oh” he smirked and readjusted in the chair. I took that as my opportunity to check him out like he had to me. His brown hair was all messy and he looked like he didn’t put any effort into getting ready. He was wearing a white v neck t shirt, black skinny jeans, and grey Jordan’s. Typical guy outfit, I smirked to myself.

“Okay so this will probably have to be something we do outside of school so I guess we could work on it at my house” I suggested, trying to be nice since I had to work with him for a week.

“Yeah sounds cool babe” he said before focusing back on the skinny blonde sitting in front of us.

“Okay. I’ll give you my address so you can come over after school” I spoke, writing my address on the paper I had. I ripped it off and handed it to him. Thankfully the bell rang and I got to leave the testosterone filled space. The rest of the day went by extremely slow and sadly even though it was the first day, I had tons of homework to do.

                Alec is 1 (thousand years old you can’t kill me) year old!

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            One year. Twelve months. Fifty-two weeks. Three hundred sixty-five days. Eight thousand, seven hundred sixty hours. Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes. A HUGE number of seconds. That much time has nearly passed since the moment I sat down and said “let’s give the Nogitsune life”. On the 21 of February 2015, that is what I did. Alexander Waite is my greatest acomplishment on there. And I have you guys to thank for that. Without you guys, all 700 something of you, Alec could not be as developed as he is, he wouldn’t be who he was, he wouldn’t love the way he did, and he would fight the way he fights. Without you guys he would be like all my other attempts: dead, burned out and lost to some void of characters that never get much of anywhere. So thank you. Thank you for sticking with me when my writing was terrible. Thank you for sticking with me through all the unintentionally dropped threads and when my muse goes up and down. Thank you for being here for me when I can’t do anything. I love you guys, whether we talk or not. I see all your URLs and I think, wow, look there’s a cutie. I love you guys. You’ve done unimaginable things for my writing and my character and now I’m just babbling and repeating what I’ve already said so here we GO

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Everlark Book Club Announcement

Hey guys! Starting February 1 some (big, big, big) changes will be coming to the book club. Here’s a rundown of what to expect: 

I’ll be posting reading lists biweekly/twice a month. These lists will be shorter than they have been for round 8 of PiP. 

Each list will be comprised of: 

-One story featured on the Essential Everlark list (as voted on by you, the readers, earlier this fall). 

-Three stories from Prompts in Panem, starting with round 1, day 1. 

-Up to five current stories from authors (drabbles, one shots, and recent chapters of WIPs). I am happy to accept suggestions from anyone and everyone for stories to include. I’ll keep a bank of stories archived if and when there is a surplus. I haven’t worked out a selection method yet, but I’ll probably use an online generator to randomly draw names, unless there is a large number of votes for a particular story.

In addition to this I will be including on the first reading list of the month a featured story that we will read over the course of the entire month. This story will be nominated by the book club readers. It can be any completed Everlark story. What I’d like from you now is to nominate a trope. I’ll announce the trope, and then take nominations from readers as to which story should be the featured story of the month. 

Over the course of the month I’ll ask questions to spark dialogue and discussion about the featured story. 

And, as usual, all the book club members will need to do is send along reviews to authors or submit reviews here for the stories you read, keeping it positive.

If you have questions, let me know! And many thanks to @javistg for helping provide structure for this. 

So…. what trope do you want to see in the month of February? And whether you’re a reader or writer, please start submitting to me suggestions for any of the five current fics you’d like to see on the first list. <3c

Tips for folks working from home

Hey friends! Do you work from home!? I do – well about five months of the year I do.

It’s hard isn’t it? Yeah I feel you guys don’t worry I get the blues too – I’m gonna write a few tips that help keep me sane while I’m toiling away at my home studio. I hope this helps, it’s probably shit you’ve already heard but I’m going to gently remind you nice people so you don’t fall down the rabbit hole.

1. Wake up every day at the same time. I wake up when my husband wakes up, we make coffee and sit together at the kitchen table, he talks at me and I whine about how tired I am. But I wake up every day at the same time no matter what. It helps keep a regular schedule so you don’t loose track of time.

2. Set up a space in your home and treat it like your office. I have one, I call it ‘my studio’ ( I know it sounds pretentious but bite me, it works for me lol ) and I call it nothing else but that. People call me asking me what I’m doing? I tell them “ Oh I’m working at my studio. ” It helps you get into that mental space that this room is for work and for work only.

3. Only do work in your studio! This is super important it goes back to routine and headspace. If I’m drawing I’m at my studio. Doesn’t matter if it’s sketching, doodling on my iPad or doing design work on my PC. I only work in my studio space.

4. When you get up, get ready like your leaving the house for work. I’m still a little bad with this one – I’m getting better at it though. I put on clean clothes every morning, I brush my hair, my teeth and I try to put on a little make up.

5. When you’re working wear your shoes. I know this sounds kind of weird but I wear my house shoes when I’m working, it goes back to that mental thing where “ I’m at work, you don’t not wear shoes at the office. Put on your goddamn ballet flats Salem. ” ( Okay I’m super hard on myself, you should all be kinder when you’re talking to yourself )

6. Get out of the house and get moving. Okay this is another thing I’m really bad at. I’m a total hermit. I could not leave the house for a week and be totally okay with it. But I do take my dog outside every morning and we take a very slow walk across the field (he’s 15, he’s got two modes, slow and sleeping. Lol)

7. Don’t let your family, friends, other unemployed people monopolize your time. This is something I learned the hard way – just because you work from home doesn’t mean you’re not busy. I had to impress this upon a lot of friends and even my family who wanted to do shit during the day. NO! You’re busy, you’re working, you don’t have time to go shopping with your retired mom all afternoon. Save that for the evening and the weekends!

8. Go out and see people. This is something I’m bad at again. I’m like an old crotchy cat. I hate seeing people, I hate going out, I hate doing shit except for like five people in my life I will make the effort for. But Even I get lonely, so go see your friends in the evening and on weekends. It’s important :3

9. Make friends online. I have online friends, I’m not always great at keeping up with them but when I’m sitting at home alone drawing it’s nice to have someone to talk to while I take small breaks. :3

10. Be kind to yourself. I’m bad at this one too, I have GAD so being kind to myself feels impossible some days. But it’s important. There are weeks at a time where there’s no work and no money but I just keep on drawing and I keep my schedule. I’m not out of work, or working from home because I am damaged, unworthy or broken. I work from home and do freelance work because that is the career I chose.

Chin up my little shining quasars. You’re all great – don’t let anyone snuff you out. *hugs*