but i couldn't see any way around doing ten of the next thing

Who wears short shorts?

Hello, Love bugs!

Dan X Reader

warnings- Smut, Swears.

May you please do one where the reader likes wearing short shorts around the house and dan and Phil think they’re teasing them? Smut at the end maybe? Thnx x x - Anon

It was finally spring and you were going to take full advantage. You had pulled out the shorts that you had to hide away for two seasons. You and the boys were going to hang out to enjoy the spring by going to get a coffee and then sit indoors with the windows open while doing some work. 

Walking to the boy’s door you couldn't help the smirk on your face. It was a beautiful day and you were about to spend it with two cuties. You and Phil had been friends forever. After he introduced you to Dan it was like he was like you had found your long lost friend. You swore the two of you were best friends in a past life.You called Phil to tell him to bring his ass downstairs.

“Moshi Moshi!” You shook your head even if he couldn’t see it he had a feeling you were giving him the look through the phone.

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In honor of the holiday, I bring you: 4/20 headcanons. For the sake of getting everyone together assume it’s a college AU (or at least something where they can meet without a gang war). In the words of illustrious former president Barack Obama: “Pass the reefer, Joe.”


Dazai Osamu:

  • Shows up to work blasted out of his mind but handling his high rather well. He invites everyone to chill at his place after they’re all off the clock, and although he doesn’t outright say what for, his ‘you know what day it is’ comments whenever someone points out his firetruck red eyes make it perfectly clear just what’s happening at in Dazai’s apartment tonight. In honor of the holiday he swears to stick to only marijuana but ends up sneaking out his window to a next door 7/11′s bathroom so that he can secretly chew a few mushies.

Nakajima Atsushi: 

  • has no idea that 420 is anything besides a normal unit of measurement, and is completely appalled when he shows up to Dazai’s prepared for a laid back evening with his friends only to find smoke pouring out of the windows and no less than three gallon-sized Ziploc bags bursting with marijuana sitting on Dazai’s kitchen counter. Despite his initial shock, Atsushi eventually warms up to this marijuana extravaganza and somehow winds up in a ‘how many hits can you take before you can’t feel your face’ contest with Tachihara (right after he wins he curls up on the floor for a ‘five minute nap’ which morphs into him spending the whole next day asleep on Dazai’s bedroom floorboards.).

Kunikida Doppo: 

  • Insists he is not, under any circumstances, attending Dazai’s get-together. He shows up anyway and smokes about two blunts’ worth before throwing in the towel. Unsurprisingly, he’s the least affected and ends up being the one running around stopping Tachihara from trying to backflip out of a second story window “because Dazai dared him to”. Despite the fact that he’s the worst out of literally every single licensed driver at the party, he takes everyone home because he’s at least composed enough to not shout “STOP LIGHTS ARE ONLY A SUGGESTION” as he blows through every other intersection and drive 55 in a strictly 30mph zone.

Edogawa Ranpo:

  • Refuses to take his weed in anything but infused gummy bears. Ends up passing out in the middle of the living room floor an hour into the party because he liked the way the candy tasted and downed the entire bag within five minutes. Understandably, he doesn’t show up to work for the next three days.

Akiko Yosano:

  • Has the tolerance of a native Californian. Yosano insists on edibles because she doesn’t want to wreck her lungs and ends up downing about three brownies, all of which are slathered in cookie butter that’s way too potent to be storebought. When she finally gets properly high she’s incredibly horny and is sending bedroom eyes at every single legal female in a ten mile radius. Disappears from Dazai’s place early (probably to take a pretty little thing home for some private fun).

Tanizaki Junichirou: 

  • Waits until everyone else has taken what they want before he takes a hit because he wants to be doubly sure everyone gets enough. He plans on getting incredibly high but ends up only smoking one joint because he has to keep Naomi from breaking Dazai’s table lamp and crying.

Tanizaki Naomi:

  • Gets ridiculously high after only about two inhales. Tries to convince Tanizaki to shotgun a few breaths with her. After Kunikida demands that the weed party stays an incest-free zone she considers slapping him but decides to lay down on the couch and get scarily invested in reality TV shows instead. Tanizaki’s forced to bring her home after she sneaks some of Ranpo’s gummies and starts tweeting at RuPaul.

Fukuzawa Yukichi:

  • Is not invited because he’s the boss, but is still completely aware everyone’s going crazy at Dazai’s apartment. Texts Kunikida to tell him to make sure nobody ends up waking up in a holding cell the next morning, but otherwise doesn’t say anything about the whole thing. Considers smoking a bowl full before bed to reminisce about the ‘good old days’ when he went a bit overboard himself, but decides it’s not worth the effort.

Izumi Kyouka:

  • Tagged along with Atsushi because she’s exponentially more aware of the fact that the party’s just one giant community bong and like any middle-schooler, is curious. Tries to sneak a blunt but keeps getting thwarted by Kunikida who always manages to snatch it away from her and mumble something about teenage delinquents being out of control. Eventually gets ahold of a brownie, has two bites, and dumps it behind Dazai’s TV stand because it tastes nasty. Still, she manages to get a pretty solid high and gets Atsushi nearly in tears because bringing her to this party ‘destroyed her innocence’.

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Akutagawa Ryunosuke:

  • Was not invited because the place is going to be smoggier than a cheap strip club with new smoke generators and his lungs would disintegrate if he got within five miles of Dazai’s apartment. Naturally, though, since Dazai’s the host he’s not going to pass up this chance and sneaks in through an open second story window. Downs about four brownies so he doesn’t have to smoke and then wanders around, trying to find Dazai until the weed kicks in. Then he just sits on the floor, spacing out with a blank expression on his face until a ‘philosophical’ thought crosses his mind (”Why do they market trash bags as trash bags? Really, they’re only normal bags until you put trash in them.)

Nakahara Chuuya:

  • Also was not invited, but specifically told to stay away (by Dazai, naturally). He sneaks in anyway because this is a perfect opportunity to wreck some of Dazai’s shit; everyone’s going too stoned to keep him from Levi-kicking Dazai’s TV stand, he figures. After noticing some mutual friends he ends up getting sidetracked with a few bong hits, and before long he’s covered in chicks wanting to shotgun a few breaths. Decides to take a girl to bed in Dazai’s room because he knows Dazai’s going to flip his lid (and be forced to buy a new mattress) when he finds Chuuya rolling around naked in his sheets.

Higuchi Ichiyou:

  • Only showed up because she noticed Akutagawa climbing in through the window. Smokes about two blunts before she gets more relaxed than she’s ever been in her entire life and starts gossiping to Naomi about Akutagawa’s surprisingly shapely abs. When asked how she’s seen Akutagawa at least partially naked she turns red as a fire truck and immediately drives home to recover her dignity.

Tachihara Michizou

  • Loses control the second he steps through Dazai’s doorway. At one point was sighted with three entire blunts in his mouth and wearing Kenji’s hat (a strange garment option considering Kenji wasn’t even invited to the weed party). 

Akutagawa Gin

  • Chainsmokes for the majority of the time. Nobody knows how long she’s been sitting there on Dazai’s couch but the ashtray next to her has no less than five blunts in it. Eventually she stands up just long enough to say “Suck me off, you rust-headed band-aid fucker,” to Tachihara and then just leaves.

Motojirou Kaiji

  • Nobody can tell if he’s just smoked the entire medical marijuana population out of their prescription for three months or if he hasn’t touched a leaf. He’s just being… well, himself.

Mori Ougai

  • Definitely not invited; not only is he the less-nice boss out of the two uninvited bosses, but an out of control Mori is something no one wants to see. Considering the fact that even when he’s sober he likes his girls how he likes his memorized multiplication tables (twelve and under), there’s obviously a few screws loose and nobody wants to discover the effects of a drug-induced party craze.
who cares | 05 (m)

pairing:  kim taehyung x oc 
genre/warnings: mature material, smut, angst, drama, adultery, breath play
words: 7,812
→ summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?
note. inspired by Dean’s album 130: trbl. Italic paragraphs indicate flashbacks.

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succulent-sam  asked:

Wincest + #8 for the halloween aus!! (I love your writing so much I couldn't ask without complimenting you <3 )

8. Came to investigate someone screaming next door 

weechesters; vague het, dubcon [of the supernatural variety]

(read on ao3.)

“You’ve got a condom, right?”

Dean huffs, his dad’s bravado, even when he’s almost got his dick in a girl for the third time ever.

“Course,” he says, hand trembling a little as he tries to reach into his backpocket where he’d stashed a rubber just for Elise, just for this moment. He tries not to let on how frantic he feels when his fingers catch on nothing but lint and the frayed inside of his pocket. 

She gasps under him, her body tensing in a way that makes the soft slip of her thigh drag over his aching dick, and he grits his teeth and strains to reach his left pocket.

“What was that?” she whispers.

“Wasn’t nothin’,” he mumbles, gritting his teeth as he contorts, the shocks whining already with his movements. Just wait until he really gets goin’. “Shit, musta fallen out on the floorboard or–”

Dean,” Elise hisses, fingers gripping at his sweat-damp shirt, her breath hot against his throat. He can feel the thumb of her heart against his chest, and her genuine fear makes him stop, makes him hold his breath and listen.

The windows of the Impala are cracked to let in the cool October air, and there’s not much going on in the motel parking lot at this time of night except the innocent fucking of two bored teenagers in Evening Shade, Arkansas. There’s the quiet rush of cars on the highway nearby, the irregular tick of the cooling engine, the sound of Elise’s sweaty thighs sticking to vinyl and–

A shout.

Faint, muffled behind a door, like maybe it’s coming from a few feet away, from inside their motel room, like maybe it’s–

“Sammy,” Dean gasps, flinging himself off of Elise and dragging his jeans back up while he struggles into the front seat.

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thealternativesource  asked:

Hiya! Could you recommend some fics where Stiles prevents the Hale fire? No preference whether it's when he's a kid or through timey wimey stuff. (I was looking through the tags on Ao3 & here but couldn't find the specific one.) Thank you! XOXO <3

Anonymous said:
Hey you wonderful amazing people! So I’ve been wondering if there’s any good fics, long or short, where Stiles saves the Hales form the fire? I’ve read one but can’t remember the name of it and I was wondering if there’s more? Preferably finished? Oh and merry Christmas from Sweden!

Hi there darlings!  I’ve got a bit of a mix here for you, hope they’re what you were looking for!  <3  -Emmy 

(this is my version of “the fire never happened! Derek :D )

No Day But Today by fauvistfly 

(9,527 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, time travel

“If you don’t change it successfully, you’ll be doomed to repeat it,” Deaton says, his face impassive despite the seriousness of his words.“Repeat the day?” Stiles parrots, trying to wrap his head around what they’re attempting to do, the ridiculousness of his life and how it now involves time travel. –in which things in Beacon Hills are so bad that Deaton sends Stiles back in time to stop Kate from manipulating Derek and causing the death of the Hale family. The catch: Stiles only has 24 hours to change the course of the future, or he’ll be stuck repeating that same day until he gets it right. What will be enough to keep Derek away from Kate?

Time to Begin by triedunture 

(20,752 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, time travel, kid fic

Stiles learns some heavy-duty magic, and Derek convinces him to send him back in time to fix all the mistakes he’s made. But Derek ends up making things worse, and Stiles has to think creatively to save him. And everyone else, including their younger selves.

Find a Way by LLN3dseestheLight 

(25,198 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, time travel, kitsune!Stiles

Kate Argent came back to Beacon Hills and slaughter the Pack. Only Stiles and Lydia survived for the moment but thanks to Peter Hale they have a way to change that…by doing something very stupid.

A Time Travel spell… If it works… And it does in a way… but it also sent them to another reality as well.

Not only does Stiles have to deal with an alive Hale family, a really weird Beacon Hills, but also with a nineteen year old Derek Hale-who dreams of a world where his family died in a fire-and where he knew Stiles and Lydia! Stiles can deal with that. What he can’t deal with is the fact Derek for some reason can’t keep his shirt on! So Troublesome.

Lydia is having her own problems-Parrish is all but mated to Laura Hale so any plans of  rekindling what she almost had with him are out. So she wonders if she should take a chance on Derek’s mysterious older brother, Damon Hale?

Hope is the Thing With Feathers by ShanaStoryteller 

(28,959 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, magic!Stiles, artist!Derek

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

“Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up.
He shoves away his hood so he can shout, “Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. “

Spook: A Ghostly Love Story in 3 Parts by zosofi 

(38,154 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, ghost!Derek, time travel

Derek is fifteen when he dies. He’s been fifteen for six years when he meets Stiles.
And then suddenly… suddenly things start looking up.
A ghostly romance, as requested by Varlovian for the Teen Wolf Pack Charity Project.

Play it Again by metisket 

(63,206 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, magic!stiles

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)

anonymous asked:

Can you do some family fluff (at least 2 kids please, or more) for my forged wedding, or kissed by the baddest bidder?

Sorry this took so long, this isn't very fluffy but I hope it will do. Thanks for the request and I hope you all enjoy :D


The whole store has been closed specifically for you and your children. It’s their birthday and instead of giving them a regular present Eisuke has decided to give his twin daughters a spending spree in the largest toy shop in Dubai. Akira and Kayo are giddy with excitement as they enter the store each with a large trolley to fill with toys and all sorts of other goodies. “Daddy can I get one of everything?” Kayo, the younger twin, clutches onto her father’s hand and looks up at him. 

“My little princess can have whatever she wants.” He says softly in a voice reserved for only his children and on the odd occasion yourself. You let out a low sigh as the four of you start to walk around the store, the twins are filling their trolleys with toys they don’t even need. “There is a jewellery store down the road we should go there afterwards and pick out a few necklaces. They’ll need new jewellery for their party.” 

“They have a room full of jewellery Eisuke. You shouldn’t spoil them so much.” You say to your husband. You’re trying to raise your kids to be good and thoughtful and you didn’t want to turn them into spoiled brats - but Eisuke didn’t see it from your perspective, he had made a vow the day they were born to give them the world and that was what he intended to do. “They don’t need all of this stuff.” 

“This makes them smile and their smiles are priceless to me, I would spend all of my money and more to make them happy.” He says softly. Akira and Kayo come running up to the pair of you, their trolleys already full with toys. Eisuke’s eyes warm when he sees them, and he kneels down to their level. “Have you got everything you wanted?”

“Yes and more. Thank you daddy.” Akira runs into his arms. The four of you head to the checkout with trolleys full of toys and your jaw drops when you hear how much they’ve spent, but Eisuke hands over his credit card like the sum of money is pocket change to him, which it probably is. “You are the best daddy in the world.”

“Oh I know.” Eisuke grins down at his two children. As you leave the store, the pair of them latch onto his hands with little bags in their grip. He looks down at Kayo with a look of pure love in his eyes as she idly squeezes his hand.  Although you don’t agree with him spoiling them so much you have to admit that Eisuke is a wonderful father.

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Pairing: Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Reader

Time: Any time before the finale works, really- though I like to think of it as set just before the series starts.

A/N: This was requested by an anon(here’s a link to the request: http://midnightinkdreams.tumblr.com/post/116391191811/the-other-day-i-came-across-this-prompt ). I was rather scared the reader would end up coming across like a stalker so I had to try and avoid that- I really hope I managed it. Also, it got way too long but I couldn't help it.


Minutes later, a figure dressed completely in black emerges from the room and you stop breathing for a bit as you recognize your savior- it is the man they call the devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

“___, are you alright?” your defender asks, moving towards you, and it is all you can do to give him a shaky nod in response.

Because in that moment, you feel the pieces of a puzzle that has been troubling your subconscious for days begin to come together. This man addresses you by name and speaks to you in a voice that is only too familiar.

“Matt?” You end up sounding incredulous, though you are fairly certain you already know the answer to your question.

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Bonus drabble for Come and get lost with us

Fandom: Haikyuu

Words: 2753

On their search for a new home, Daichi and Suga discover a miracle in the midst of a nightmare.

“I’m not sure, Daichi. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Suga stopped walking, and after two more steps, Daichi did the same, back still turned to him.

“We don’t have a choice. If we don’t get anything nutritious to eat soon, we’ll get in trouble. And it looks like it’s going to rain. We’re all exhausted already, we can’t afford to get sick.”

Suga looked back, to where both Nishinoya and Tanaka were uncharacteristically quiet, dragging their feet as they followed. Insisting on carrying the most heavy load seemed to finally weigh down on Asahi, whose shoulders were heaving as he breathed. There really was no other choice, even though Suga generally trusted his gut feeling.

The village up ahead meant trouble. Lots of trouble. He could smell it, taste it in the air and the atmosphere, even though he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

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blackbloodyprince  asked:

Hey, about the Midotaka fanfic: I'd love to see 5 :3

Title: Unwanted Guests
Characters/Pairing: Midorima/Takao
Prompt: 5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”  
Summary: Kazunari tries to help out a fellow student.
Warnings: None
AN: Thanks for the prompt, blackbloodyprinzess. Writing jealous Midorima is always fun! (‾◡◝ ) If anyone would like more of these two idiots, send me a number. Also, please read my MidoTaka series, You’re the One, on AO3.

Unwanted Guests

Midorima Shintarō came home to find, of all things, a study group in his apartment. This wasn’t to say that there had never been study groups in the abode he shared with his high school basketball partner turned best friend. But those study groups had been reluctantly chaired by him and its membership had been exclusively open to medical students only. No one would describe Shintarō as gregarious, not even charitably, but occasional group projects were unavoidable, even at venerated institutions with the very best reputation.  

He hardly ever saw Takao studying and it was even odder to see him studying in a pack. A very small pack. A packed made up of a round and suspicious number of two, to be precise. 

If he were a petty man – which he was most decidedly not – he might even say this looked like a study date.

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Before you got the call, you had two awesome older brothers. When you hang up the phone, you’re an only child.
Both of your brothers got in a terrible car crash and lost their lives, but you lost a part of your life too, even if you weren’t in that car.
Your bothers were nine and seven years older than you; they’d been there for your whole life even more than your own parents. They’d taught you many things and made sure you didn’t grow up to be one of those silly, slutty women that think they’re still teenagers even when they’re forty. And now that they’re gone, it feels like you left too. You can’t imagine a world where they’re not there to help you be a better person.
It’s the day after the funeral and you’re still in bed. You crawled under the covers still in your black dress as soon as you got home yesterday afternoon and you can’t find the strength to get up. Four days ago they were still there, and now they’re gone. You cried yourself to sleep last night, with Michael holding you close to his chest, and now you don’t feel anything but the big empty space they left.
“Hey” Michael says, sitting on the bed next to you. You hadn’t even notice him entering the room. When you don’t say anything, he keeps talking. “Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you some food?”. Again, you don’t reply. You can’t find the energy in your body. Also, you don’t feel like living right now, much less eating. “Y/N” he sighs. “I know you’re grieving and I want to do everything I can to make all of this less painful, but you have to help me out. Talk to me” he whispers, lowering down to your level and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He keeps caressing your cheek when you don’t answer, giving you a sympathetic look. “Come on, let’s take a bath. You’ve been in those clothes way too long”. He gets up and comes to your side of the bed, holding his hand out for you to take. When you don’t give any signal to be alive, he moves the covers and picks you up, setting you down on the floor on your feet. You sit back on the bed right away, staring straight ahead just like you had since you got in bed.
Michael makes you stand again, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you up. You lean on him, a sob escaping you lips. He pulls you closer, walking towards the bathroom. When you get in, he runs the bath and makes you sit on the toilet lid. He kneels in front of you and starts to take off your clothes, being careful to be gentle. As soon as you’re naked an the bath is ready, he slowly lowers you into the warm water; he rolls up the sleeves of his sweater and kneels next to the bath, rubbing the soap on your body and gently washing it away. He’s gentle and takes everything really slow not to scare you.
He’s washing the shampoo out of your hair when you finally talk.
“It hurts” you whisper, your voice cracking because of the tears threatening to spill.
“I know, baby. You just have to be strong now, it’ll get better”.
“You don’t know that” you sob, hugging your knees to your chest and hiding your face away.
“You’re right, I don’t. I’ve never lost anyone that important. What I do know, though, is that I’m always gonna be here for you and you’ll be okay again. They’ll watch from up there and be proud of who you’ve grown up to be”.
“I’ll never be whole again, Michael. Not without them” you keep sobbing.
“It’ll take time, Y/N. It may not seem like it now, but you’ll feel better soon” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
He makes you get out of the bath and dries you off, making you slip into comfortable clean clothes. He picks you up and goes downstairs, setting you on the couch in a bundle of blankets and tissues.
“I’ll go make us dinner”. He kisses your forehead, getting up from the couch and walking in the kitchen. From your spot on the couch you can see him standing in front of the oven, waiting for the pizza to cook. You look at him and for the first time in days you have a happy thought: you still have him. You’d probably slip into oblivion if he wasn’t there.
He’ll help you feel better and he would give anything for you, because he loves you. And even if it’s not the brotherly love you’d want right now, it’s still powerful love and you’re glad you have him there with you.

A/N: this is the shortest thing I’ve ever written. I was watching Grey’s Anatomy yesterday and Owen was talking about Christina and said “I bathed her when she couldn’t bathe herself” and that hit me hard, I had to write something about it, but I didn’t have any good idea. This literally took ten minutes lol

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  • Luke: "How do I look?", you asked, stepping out of the dressing room. "Huh?", he asked, looking up from his phone. The moment he laid eyes on you, he couldn't look anywhere else. Maybe it was the way that dress hugged your curves perfectly, yet wasn't really tight. Or maybe it was the way it made your legs look even longer and sexier than they already were. It also crossed his mind, that it was the little amount of cleavage, yet just enough to make any other guy jealous, that the dress showed. "Wow", he mumbled after analysing you, "Just wow..."
  • Ashton: "You coming to the water, (Y/N)?", Ashton asked you for the hundredth time. "Fine, Ashton", you agreed, standing up and removing your clothes. Once in your bikinis, Ashton's eyes couldn't be removed from your body. He stared at your curves, your legs, your breasts, your bum... For a moment, he regretted insisting so much for you to come swim with him, because in that way everyone would be able to stare - and he knew that everyone would stare - at what was his and his only. But then an idea flashed his mind: "Ashton, what are you -?", you asked while he walked closer to you with a weird look in his eyes, but couldn't finish your sentence once you felt his lips on your neck - sucking just enough to leave a mark. "Ashton!", you exclaimed. "Now everyone will know your mine", he shrugged.
  • Michael: "(Y/N), you in there?", he asked from outside the bathroom. "Yeah", you replied. "Can I come in?", you could practically see him smirking. "No", you laughed, knowing he would anyway. "Well that's a shame", you were proven right. You heard him taking off his clothes and throwing them on the floor next to where yours were folded perfectly. When he walked in the shower, the first thing he did wasn't kiss you or touch you - it was stare at you. His gaze was lost in your body, every part he could put his eyes on. You were slightly uncomfortable, he had never looked at you naked so intensely. All that was on his mind was: 'how can someone be so fucking perfect?'. "Michael", you mumbled shyly, blushing. He watched as your blush went from your cheeks to your neck. "What?", he chuckled, coming closer to you, "I'm just appreciating what's mine".
  • Calum: "How much longer?", you heard Calum's voice. "Just about ten minutes", you replied, finishing the last touches on your make up. "I don't understand why you even care to put it on. You look perfect without it", Calum said, eying you from the mirror. You didn't reply, too concentrated in what you were doing at the moment. But you did notice, though, how his eyes went from your face to your body. It wasn't the stare of lust he would usually have when he was looking at you, it was one filled with love and passion. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your waist turn you around and a strong, muscular body press you against the stand. Calum's lips were on yours, one hand with a strong grip on your waist, the other massaging your hip. You dropped whatever it was you were holding, you couldn't remember it now, and wrapped your hands around his neck. "What was that for?", you asked breathless once he broke the kiss. "I was just realizing how perfect you are", he smiled.

anonymous asked:

Gail x Holly Prompt: Toronto Police and Forensics are hosting their annual internal Valentine's Day fundraiser. Employees can fill in a fun questionnaire which supposedly yields a list of compatible dates. This year, Gail actually decides to participate & ends up being 94% compatible with a "Holly Stewart". Having never heard of this person, & amused she was paired with a woman, Gail seeks her out, only to realize that they couldn't be more different. And that's exactly why Gail falls for her.

(I’ve decided to split this into two parts, assuming y’all want me to continue this, so here’s part one)


“Come on, Peck,” Andy implored. “It’s for a good cause. All the proceeds are going to Street Kids International.”

Gail groaned. “No,” she said for the fifteenth time. “I’ll just donate twice the amount directly to the charity myself. I don’t need to be ‘matched up’ based on some dumb questionnaire.”

“Oh, come on, Gail,” Chloe butted in, holding up her own survey with ‘Match Maker, Match Maker, Make Me a Match,’ in big, bold letters at the top. “It’s fun! And we’ll all get a laugh at who we’re matched with.”

Gail slumped down in her chair in the parade room, glaring when Chloe pulled out the seat next to her to sit. “Why are you even filling that out, anyway? You and Dov are like the nerd empire’s king and queen.”

Chloe shrugged. “Because it’s for charity and it’ll be fun to see if Dov and I are matched up.”

“Sure, until you’re matched with some other bozo and Dov gets all jealous,” Gail said, turning her attention to the front of the room as Best made his way to the front of the room.

“He wouldn’t get jealous,” she heard Chloe say to Andy. “Would he?”

Gail just smirked as Best began the morning meeting. It was the usual informational stuff, until he held up one of the questionnaires. “As you’ve probably all heard, this year’s Valentine’s Day charity drive at fifteen is a joint-effort affair between Toronto Police and Forensics. We encourage you all to fill out these questionnaires to see who your ‘perfect match’ is. You’ll be able to buy your results for fifty dollars and all the proceeds will go to charity. I ask that all of you participate.” He looked directly at Gail as he said those words. “I don’t care what you do with your results, but it’s for a good cause, people. So have fun. You can pick up a survey from Officer McNally or Officer Price. Assignments for the day are on the board; go be good cops.”

Crap. Best had pretty much said it was mandatory. Maybe she could still get out of it—

A large, dark hand slapped the table in front of her, a questionnaire between it and the table. Gail glanced up. “Fill it out, Peck.”

“Yes, sir,” she muttered, grabbing the paper.

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Preference #5: Fan Rules
  • Calum: Being away from your boyfriend is as difficult as it is. Let alone have a million girls chase after him. You trust him but there's always going to be that voice in the back of your mind, reminding you that any second, you could lose the most important thing in your life: Calum. "Babe," Calum says for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. "Talk to me, please," he pleads. You'd been giving him the silent treatment since this morning when you saw another picture of him giving his fans a kiss on the cheek. "What." You spit out. He throws his hands up in defeat and gets up off the couch, "I give up. I don't know what your problem is." You stand up too with a hand on your hip, "You wanna know what my problem is? My problem is this." You show him a picture collage of Calum kissing different fans' cheeks a fan tweeted you. "This, Calum, is my problem." He takes a moment to look at the picture. His jaw relaxes and he takes a seat back on the couch. He gently pulls you to his lap. "I'm sorry," he says, "I didn't know that bothered you. You never said anything." "What was I supposed to say, Calum? Don't kiss your fans? What if they do to you what the did to Ash? I really don't want to be that over protective girlfriend you get sick of. I thought of tell you but either way, someone isn't going to be happy, whether it's me, you, or your fans." "That's cute, babe," he smiles at you. You roll your eyes in frustration, "Calum, take me seriously!" When real names are being used, it usually meant it's a serious matter. "Y/N, I think it's really cute that it bothers you. It shows me you really love me." "Well duh," you laugh, "Let's compromise?" He nods, "How about if they can kiss me but that's it?" You smile, "I can deal with that." Calum places a soft kiss on your lips then cups your face with his hands. You stare into his big brown eyes, careful not to get too lost into them. "Next time something bothers you, I want you to tell me, okay? Don't ever feel like you can't. I'm always here for you," he promises before kissing you again.
  • Michael: You're at the hotel, packing up your bags, and getting ready to head for the road again. You ran out of space in your luggage so you asked Michael if you could put some of your things in his. You rearranged his suit case to make room and you come across a ziplock full of small strips of paper with phone numbers presumably from fans. "Michael," you call from the bed room, "get in here." He comes in and you hold up the ziplock, "What's this?" It bothers you that he'd keep a ziplock full of phone numbers. What would need those for? "Souvenirs," he answers. "Really? You collect phone numbers for souvenirs? What do you need phone numbers for, Michael?" "Babe," he walks towards you and takes the ziplock, "these are from my fans." "Michael. They're phone numbers. Phone numbers!" You rub your forehead in frustration and plop down on the bed. You're feeling all sorts of emotions: anger, confusion, hurt... Michael sits besides you and takes your hand. "You're right," he admits, "that was a pretty stupid thing for me to do." "I know how much you love your fans," you tell him, "and i think it's great they give you guys things to remember each one of them by. But phone numbers, Michael? You have a girlfriend for Christ's sake. What do you need those for?" He nods, "You're right, you're right. I don't need them. I just didn't know what to do with them. I'd feel bad if I were to throw them away." "Well don't throw them away. Give them away instead. Don't you have any single friends?" Michael flashes you a smile, "You're brilliant. I'll just send these home then. Sorry, babe."
  • Ashton: "Where's my boyfriend?" you ask yourself as you search through the herd of fans. 5 Seconds of Summer has really taken off and almost everywhere you and Ashton went, there'd be fans crowding the two of you. You and Ashton were on your way to the movies when a crowd of girls pulled him away from you. The crowd begin to disperse but you still couldn't find Ashton. You walk around some more then find him by the entrance chatting up some girl. A really pretty one of that, actually. "Ashton," you say. He looks over at you and smiles innocently. He hugs the girl goodbye and walks over to you, "Hey." "Hey?" you say exasperated, "I've been looking everywhere for you!" "Oh, yeah... I started talking to Justine. She's a pretty cool fan," he smiles. "I'm sure she is," you respond sarcastically. "What's wrong?" he asks, catching the red light. You shake your head, "Forget it. I'm not even in the mood to watch the movie. I'm going home. What about you?" He looks at you confused then takes out his car keys and you two walk back to the car. The car ride was awfully quiet. You never thought you'd ever get jealous of his fans. But seeing Ashton leave you alone to talk to a fan worried you. What could happen when he goes back on tour? You won't be around anymore to remind him he's off the market. He pulls up to the driveway and shuts off the engine. "Okay, spit it out," he orders. "What's to say?" He looks at you, unamused. "Seriously, Y/N. Cut the crap. What did I do?" "That Julia girl you were talking to." "Justine?" he asks. "Oh my god," you say under your breath. "You even remember her name." "What about her? Y/N, you're acting really weird. It's starting to scare me." "I'm just worried, Ash." "Worried about what?" You shrug, suddenly feeling silly and possessive. "Well I'm going back home in three days. And from the two weeks I've been here with you, I see how close you get with your fans and I just worries me. It sounds silly, I know." He shakes his head, letting some of his loose curls fall, and smiles. "Did I say something funny?" "No," he responds. "It's not silly. I understand. But I don't want you to worry. I love you and there doesn't go a day I don't think about you. Every day I miss you more and more and no one could compare to you. I'm sorry if I ever made you feel neglected or that I like my fans more than my own girlfriend. Me and guys just try and make it a point to bond with them as much as possible, you know? I'd never cheat on you." You smile and lean across to give Ashton a sweet kiss on the lips. "Besides," he says after you pull away, "My Y/N is a hundred times prettier than Julia." "Justine," you correct him. "Whatever," he laughs.
  • Luke: 5 Seconds of Summer is in the US, doing tours and radio shows. They're at an interview and they get into the topic of girlfriends. "Is it difficult?" the interviewers asks Luke, seeing he's the only one with a girlfriend, "Being in a long distance relationship, always away from home?" Luke nods and plays with his lip ring - something he always does when he's nervous. "Do you and Y/N ever get in arguments?" "Yeah," he responds, "Sometimes." Luke's a man of few words. "Like what?" He shrugs, "She goes to Uni so I'm very protective of her." "That's an understatement," Ashton chimes in. "He's super protective of her," Calum adds, "He's literally always phoning her and texting her and asking her questions." Luke smiles at the ground, slightly embarrassed. "What else?" the interviewer urges on. "Fans," Luke admits, "Sometimes Y/N feels intimidated." "Do you two have any rules?" "Yeah... we've each got things we can't do without the other present." "Unfortunately, Y/N's got more restrictions than Luke," Michael snickers, "Over protective bastard."