Heaven Scent Chapter Six

Heaven Scent | Dan Howell rarely leaves the house unless he has too, too socially awkward to function normally around other people, and generally making his only friends through Louise, a sweet beta who took him under her wing a few years back when they were both still in college. It’s no surprise, then, that the omega has yet to find a mate, despite craving one rather a lot. It’s not until he attends Louise’s birthday party and gets accidentally-on-purpose set up with an attractive alpha named Phil Lester who smells absolutely heavenly that Dan starts to fall into a proper romance, complete with courting and scenting and the like. | Phan | Mature | A/B/O dynamics (Omegaverse fic), Fluff, Getting Together, Eventual Smut, Courting | 8,125 Words this chapter

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

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Chapter Six

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My favourite hogwarts AU is the one where all of the Foxes are in Hufflepuff:

  • the most important thing is that they all play quidditch together with the same intensity that they play Exy
  • but also think about how they would have ended up in the same house:
    • Dan:
      • as a muggleborn, one of the first things she’s told is that Hufflepuff’s for the leftovers (she resents that and all of the grief people give her as a result of her house and lack of heritage)
      • in reality she was sorted into Hufflepuff because she’s hardworking and determined
      • after working her ass off Dan eventually becomes quidditch captain
      • she starts to love her house and her teammates
      • her favourite teacher is the head of Hufflepuff, Professor Wymack, and she sees him as a second father
      • chaser and captain
    • Matt:
      • as a child, Matt suffered through some awful potion addictions resulting from his father’s negligence
      • thanks to Wymack and his housemates, Matt eventually recovered
      • he was sorted into Hufflepuff because of his loyalty and willingness to work hard
      • (basically he’s the Cedric Diggory of the Foxes)
      • beater (can play as chaser)
    • Renee:
      • the sorting hat figured that she would do well with the support from Hufflepuff after her life in a gang
      • Renee proved herself to be Hufflepuff material by turning that around and helping everyone else first
      • beloved by practically all of Hogwarts for being too perfect
      • alt goalie/seeker
    • Allison:
      • asked to be sorted into Hufflepuff to piss off her parents (it worked)
      • originally had some issues with her housemates due to her blunt nature (this changed when she backed them up in a huge fight)
      • is just as much of a Fox as the rest of them
      • chaser
    • Seth:
      • his wizard father had left his muggle mother when Seth was really young, leading to serious addictions to many muggle drugs
      • didn’t really fit in any of the other houses (not knowledge-seeking, ambitious, or brave)
      • while Seth was still struggling against his addictions, falling in love with Allison and playing with the Foxes was slowly helping him recover
      • chaser
    • Nicky:
      • the sorting hat shouted “Hufflepuff” withing two seconds; there was no consideration
      • Nicky is so incredibly loyal to the people he considers family that the sorting hat took it as his main quality
      • constantly owling and sending charmed messages to his German boyfriend
      • beater
    • Aaron:
      • sorted before Andrew 
      • at the time of sorting, he was in a pretty awful point of his life after just escaping his mother’s physical and emotional abuse
      • like Renee, the hat thought that he needed people to support and help him (and like Renee he completely ignored that suggestion, and instead just pretended that his housemates don’t exist)
      • if given a chance to be sorted again, he’d probably end up in Ravenclaw (the same house as his girlfriend)
      • beater
    • Andrew:
      • it’s a moot point what he would have been sorted as because Andrew just sat there and demanded he he be in the same house as his brother
      • the hat’s never had to deal with anyone so stubborn
      • later realized that being in the same house and therefore within a few feet of his boyfriend’s dorm is actually pretty good (prior to getting together with Neil, Andrew spent the majority of his time pining after and antagonizing the poor kid)
      • goalie (who has been known to borrow his cousins’ bats on various occasions)
    • Kevin:
      • being sorted into Hufflepuff ultimately created the huge rift between him and Riko (in the future Kevin will admit that this was a good thing, as the abuse that he had suffered from him and his family was destroying him)
      • famous even outside of Hogwarts for being an incredible quidditch prodigy
      • the hat saw him as hardworking and in need of Hufflepuff’s kindness
      • at some point Kevin realizes that Professor Wymack’s actually his father and there are both embarrassing slip-ups and intense competitions against Dan over who’s the better kid
      • chaser
    • Neil:
      • asked to be in Hufflepuff because he didn’t want to be noticed (his father is a fairly high-up death eater)
      • is the youngest and fastest of the Foxes
      • in love with both quidditch and his teammates
        • especially in love with Andrew Minyard
      • prefers the thrill of throwing the quaffle during games and scoring, but switched to play as seeker against Riko in the final game because his speed was integral to catching that snitch
      • chaser/alt seeker
  • the Trojans (both for colour scheme and character) are Gryffindor
  • Ravens are Slytherin (ambitious, lots of family connections, etc.)
The Spaces Between Us

“do you want another chair”

“no we are okay”

I think a lot about those limbs and hearts and minds that were squeezed into spaces that struggled to contain them. For a time just melded into, comfortable for now, and maybe safe and warm.

I think about spaces.  About the spaces taken up. And the spaces left behind.

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All Of The Stars

I wrote a songfic and its my first fic and well…it might be a bit rubbish idk tell me what you think about it tnx <3

(i dont think there are any triggers? let me know)


“It’s just another night…and I’m staring at the moon

I saw a shooting star and thought of you.”

Dan twisted in his bed, letting out an irritated huff. He lay still with his eyes shut tight for another moment before he gave up and with an impatient movement, shoved off his blanket and swung his feet onto the floor. He sighed softly, and ran a hand down his face, exhausted. He sat there with his head in his hands for a while, trying to keep in the tears that were threatening to spill over. All he could think of was PhilPhilPhilPhilPhil. They’d gone so, so wrong. It wasn’t how they were supposed to go. Dan tried to remember when it all changed and he thought back to 2012.

They had been shouting at each other on and off for days, both frustrated and tired. Dan had said some things he hadn’t meant to, Phil had retorted just as bitterly. They were scared, more than anything. The video hadn’t meant to leak in the first place. It was supposed to be something private…intimate. They weren’t ready for the fans to know. They had talked about telling them, of course- during the early hours when the sun was just coming up, huddled up in each other’s arms. They did plan on telling them eventually, maybe in a few years but not now. They weren’t ready yet but of course, they had little choice when YouTube had some sort of a glitch and the video went public. It had still been manageable in 2011 though, but the fandom had grown since then and it had been almost impossible to brush it off when the video resurfaced again. They tried to deny it of course, pass it off as a joke…it was quite moot, really, when it was so obvious but they still tried.

They had even tried to distance themselves to prove it to the fans, no longer appearing in each other’s liveshows or tweeting about anything even remotely concerning each other. It was supposed to be a show, a farce. Dan couldn’t remember when it turned into reality. Avoiding eye-contact, curt conversations and sleeping in separate beds replaced the warm cuddles, soft kisses and shared cups of tea. They hadn’t spoken about it, really. They both had just reached a mutual point somewhere along the line. Dan had stormed out after shouting out, “It’s over Phil. I’m done!” And that was it. Phil hadn’t asked why, Dan hadn’t explained. Dan didn’t raise the topic again, scared that he would have to move out and lose his best friend completely and Phil was too busy trying to hide his pain to ever ask. And so life went on in the Dan and Phil house.

Slowly, the curt conversations turned into talking about anime and YouTube and the house was once again full of loud laughter and animal impressions. They still didn’t raise the taboo topics though, never talking about DanAndPhil, only about Dan or Phil.

Dan wondered how long it would be before he’d stop thinking about it every night- stopped trying to change what had occurred.

“I sang a lullaby by the waterside and knew..

If you were here, I’d sing to you.”

Dan stood up and made his way to the balcony, trying to make minimal noise. Sometimes, he hated how thin the walls of their apartment were. He remembers talking about it when they had just moved in, when they were repairing themselves once again and Dan or Phil was slowly again become Dan and Phil.

“Dan! Stop typing so loudly, I can’t sleep!”

“What the fuck, Phil?”

The next moment, Phil had come into his room, only wearing his pyjama bottoms and a disgruntled frown. Dan looked away from his torso, staring at a cowlick in Phil’s hair instead.

“The walls are so thin! I can hear everything you do. Why can’t you go to sleep like a normal person anyway, it’s like 3 am.”

“It’s not 3, it’s…2:46 okay.”


“Sorry, I’ll try to type more quietly.”

“Try saying that with a bit more sarcasm, Dan.”

“Go to sleep, Phil.”

“…Okay. You too. G’night.”

He had left then, and Dan had shifted his eyes to the floor, whispering a soft ‘Good Night’ back. The walls were thin. Phil smiled and shook his head, climbing back into the bed. This time, there were no sounds of typing.

Looking up at the sky from their balcony, Dan saw a shooting star. He wished for another chance.

“You’re on the other side as the skyline splits in two,

I’m miles away from seeing you.

I can see the stars from America..

I wonder, do you see them, too?”

Dan shivered slightly in the dark, cold night. He remembered that night in January, 2013. They had just finished their first radio show.

They both were Happy with a capital H. They had drunk too much wine and both were a little too loose on the tongues. Dan had grinned wide and pulled Phil into a hug and Phil had tensed up for a second but then relaxed into the hug, squeezing Dan even tighter. They stayed like that for a long time, afraid to break the delicate thread when it had just started to reform.

Eventually, Phil had pulled back and fixed Dan’s fringe, softly whispering his regrets to him. Dan had burrowed his face in Phil’s neck and sobbed and for the first time, they had both talked about the night where DanAndPhil became Dan and Phil. They’d fallen asleep on the couch, all limbs and warmth. The next morning, they’d woken up with a massive hangover and blurred memories. But Dan remembered and he knew from the glances Phil sent him that Phil did too. They didn’t talk about it but from then on, silences turned into words and words into long conversations and maybe they had gone off-track but maybe they could still fix them, maybe they would find their way back to each other.

Dan finally let the tears fall as he clutched at the balcony railing. There was nothing he wanted more in that moment that to have a certain black-haired boy next to him. Except he wasn’t a boy anymore. Neither of them were. They’d grown up, somewhere along the way. Maybe was still just a vague probability. Or was it? Sometimes, it was more likely. Like when Phil would smile at Dan after a successful radio show and they would have Chinese takeaway straight from the containers, legs tangled up as they squished together on the sofa. Or when Dan would catch Phil looking at him like he used to back in 2009 when Dan would say something particularly dorky or cheesy. But then the moment would be over and Maybe was once again just another probability in the millions of outcomes.

“So open your eyes and see, the way our horizons meet.

And all of the lights will lead into the night with me.

And I know these scars will bleed but both of our hearts believe

All of these stars will guide us home.”

They hadn’t dated others. They hadn’t even brought back strangers for just one night. They knew that while they hadn’t been each other’s, they were also not anyone else’s. New Year’s came around and it found them closer than they were last year but still not as close as two years before.

2014 found them sloshed off their arses and once again, tangled up in each other, staring into each other’s eyes like a pair of love drunk teenagers. That night, they had kissed, for the first time in almost two years and Phil had been the one who broke down this time. He said he didn’t blame Dan but Dan knew that he must. After all, he too blamed himself. Phil had seen the doubt and hatred in Dan’s eyes for he leaned in and waited just long enough for Dan to nod in affirmation before bringing his lips onto Dan’s. They had smiled wide and held hands as they talked about the stars. Dan had thought that this was it. They were DanAndPhil again.

The next morning, Phil didn’t remember any of it. Dan knew of this for sure, because Phil wasn’t a good enough actor to pretend that he didn’t remember and nor was he a bad enough person to do so. Phil could never hurt Dan and even heart broken, hurt Dan Howell was not blind enough to acknowledge that. Dan never reminded him. Phil was confused and hurt. He’d thought they were getting back to normal so why was Dan ignoring him again? Dan didn’t mean to hurt Phil. He just wanted him to have better. He stopped trying to ignore Phil’s hurt glances and longing stares in mid-2014. After all, he never claimed he wasn’t selfish.

Somehow, Dan had stopped crying and had made himself a cup of tea in almost a trance. He was halfway done with his 4 am tea when a sleepy, warm Phil stumbled through the door and smiled at Dan in a confused manner.

“What are you doing awake so late? Wait, never mind. Stupid question.” Phil grinned softly at Dan but stopped when he noticed his red-rimmed eyes and the dried tear tracks on his cheek.

Dan? What’s wrong?”

“I can hear your heart on the radio beat,

They’re playing ‘Chasing Cars’ and I thought of us.

Back to the time, you were lying next to me,

I looked across and fell in love.”

Phil gently took the cup from Dan’s hands and put it on the table before pulling him into a hug. He rubbed circles into Dan’s back and whispered words of comfort, trying to resist from pressing kisses into Dan’s hair. He hated seeing Dan cry.

Dan did not resist Phil and melted into him, too numb to do anything other than let a few tears slip down his face. He inhaled Phil’s scent and pushed closer. Fuck it if he was going to deny himself now. He needed Phil. Always had. It had taken him too long to realise it but now that he knew, he wouldn’t let himself make the same mistake again. Softly, gently, he pulled back from Phil and cupped Phil’s face with his hand.

“Phil, I-I’m sorry. I was a fucking idiot for ever letting you go…I know I’m late but I swear to god I can’t…I need you, Phil. I let you go when we need each other the most but I can’t make the same mistake again and I swear to god, I won’t, I’m not going to ever-“ Dan broke off, gasping for breathe through his tears and hid his face in his hands, sobs racking through his curled up body. He felt Phil slowly remove his hands as he put his hand on the younger boy’s chin, forcing him to look up at him.

“I’m so, so, sorry, Dan. It was me as much as it was you and I was a fucking twat for waiting to do this for so long.” Phil had tears in his eyes but he was smiling as he leaned in and softly pressed his lips to Dan’s. They fit together just as well as they had years ago, moving in perfect synchronisation. Phil moved his hand to the small of Dan’s back, pulling Dan even closer to him. After a while, they broke apart for air and Dan rested his forehead on Phil’s.



Phil broke into a grin and he saw Dan do the same and he pulled Dan back into him, muttering ‘I love you.’ Dan’s eyes sparkled as he returned the sentiment and kissed Phil again, thought contentedly, “DanandPhil.”

“So I took your hand back through lamp lit streets I knew,

Everything led back to you.

So can you see the stars over Amsterdam?

You’re the song my heart is beating to.”

That night, they stumbled into Phil’s bed with soft kisses and warm touches. This time, they both remembered.


They start to talk about coming out again. Both to their friends and their fans. They show more affection in videos, casually mentioning children and anecdotes of love. They send Tumblr into overdrive, grinning every time Tumblr melts due to them doing something particularly ‘domestic’ or ‘married.’ There were no more silences or avoided eye-contacts. Instead, there were Heart-eyes Howell and Love-eyes Lester and other sappy moments and shared liveshows and one bed and Japan and Dan was one hundred percent sure that he had never been so happy.

Sometimes, unlikely probabilities become realities.

“So open your eyes and see the way our horizons meet.

And all of the lights will lead into the night with me.

And I know these scars will bleed but both of our hearts believe,

All of these stars will guide us home.”

Assumptions || Jotakak JJBA Fanfic

Title: Assumptions 
Pairing: Jotaro Kujo/Noriaki Kakyoin
Rating: T+ for non-explicit sexual themes 
Themes: Fluff, some Hurt/Comfort, LGBT characters, First Time
Trigger Warnings: Intimacy, Sexual Themes, Mentions of Violence, Stealth Transgender Character, Unplanned/Accidental Outing, Dysphoria mention

In retrospect, it was probably a poor idea for Noriaki to assume that Jotaro’s perception meant he didn’t have the same propensity for overblown cluelessness that his grandfather did. It seemed to be a family trait; Joestars appeared to be unparalled in their observation skills, but the obvious would pass right under their noses, sometimes literally.

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Pitch Fic: Raise My Glass ‘Cause Either Way I’m Dead

A semi-angsty, Mike Lawson-centric look at how Ginny Baker’s first season with the Padres might end.

A/N: FIRST BAWSON FIC OMG. Happy to be here, hope y’all enjoy!

Title from “La Cienega Just Smiled” by Ryan Adams, because it’s Mike LawsonAF. When the “San Francisco” episode opened with a Ryan Adams song, it sent me into a spiral. Also, don’t tell me Mike Lawson hasn’t gotten divorce drunk with Ryan Adams at like, No Name Bar or something.

Raise My Glass ‘Cause Either Way I’m Dead (AO3)

As luck would have it, Mike Lawson’s last good knee finally gives out just after Ginny Baker’s pitched the final game of her rookie season.

If he’s honest, really, it goes out sometime in the top of the eighth. But she’s pitched seven scoreless, her fastball’s still in the mid-80s and the screwball looks so nice it belongs on a magazine cover. He’ll be damned if he’s gonna leave this game before his pitcher, and she shows no signs of slowing down.

He strikes out on purpose in the bottom of the eighth, just so he won’t have to try and run anywhere. (They’re up 7-0 and he’s not even sure he could jog out a walk at this point, his teeth are gritted to the point that he’s worried about adding an oral surgery to the lengthy list of procedures he knows are in his very near future.) Of course, that’s when Ginny realizes something’s up.

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anonymous asked:

So,in the latest episode Regina tells Hood to fall in love with his wife again so he can wake her up with TLK, and this makes me a bit confused.What exactly is the definition of TL on the show? Isn't it suppose to be really rare?thoughts on this?

At this point, I’m quite sure all those who were so ‘stoked’ for this story (we call them ship-jumpers, you probably know them as ‘multishippers’) should ask for the refund. Because not only that this ‘tragic love story’ (aka. triangle, I mean—it’s still triangle even though the third party is an icicle, no?) bores the collective arse off us, it’s his character (apologies, but for the lack of a better word I have to use this one, even though he has none) that makes him more and more despicable, as well as incredibly difficult to stomach. Because every time he tries to ingratiate his scruffy self to Regina, the ‘honour’ he used as an excuse to dump her to start with—becomes more and more laughable. And yes, he becomes a bigger and bigger slimeball. I mean dude, you can’t have the cake and eat the cake! So either go back to your icicle’d wife (and try to help her yourself, instead traipsing around forest chasing dat royal ass and whining for her help, as an excuse to, well—chase dat royal ass) or, you know—stop being a hypocritical bastard and actually stand up for that woman you allegedly love, and be what you are. An adulterer and a family-destroyer. No biggie, happens anywhere. Just, some are less reluctant to admit the lack of false virtue—and can live with it.

(Not that he ever proved himself worthy of Regina to deserve to be with her in any way or form, but hey—for the sake of argument.)

So as for what TLK is, fuck me if I know at this point. I mean, right from the start it was a moot point of how come it was only Emma to be the “product of true love” if you have so many other TL couples. I mean, perhaps Ashley and her hubby didn’t share a TLK (in OUaT canon anyway) but Philip and Aurora did. So, shouldn’t every happy fairytale couple start prancing about, smooching and breaking curses? I think they never gave us anything beyond vague, deflecting answers to anyone who tried to asked them this, right?

Soo… so far, our question (of if it was ever explained why Regina/Hood kissing didn’t break the curse) remains unanswered. It was definitely not the same as that time when Snow took the potion, where she completely forgot who Charming was (and she couldn’t remember who he was as “she lost sight sight of who she was”) so it gets broken only when Charming first takes the arrow meant for the queen (to protect Snow from herself?) then tells Snow he’d die for her—and thus with this courageous selflessness makes her feel something, enough to want to kiss him and mean it… and the curse is broken. So while this parallel can be used for explanation why CS kiss in NY didn’t work (if we’re going to even go there and wonder if they have the TL) because Emma knew fuck all who the dude in skeezy pirate outfit was, so he got kneed in family jewels for planting her one against her will – Regina sought Hood, and kissed him willingly (well, if by no other choice—we mean the ‘choice’ of fairydust-imposed destiny) but here there’s that claptrap of if having/not having the heart can be used to explain (well, if further muddling up the issue could be called ‘explaining’) of why it didn’t break the curse. IF they have the TL, that is. Because at this point, thanks to all the plot-muddling—we don’t know what exactly that is, and dafuq difference from ‘soulmates’ is (well, if there is any, anyway) but after this MASSIVE retcon of a plot-contrivance they pulled out of their asses—I kinda think they know fuck all as well.

But I do know one thing. I’d rather watch a whole episode of Pongo trotting about and peeing at every lamp-post, rather than another SECOND of this insipid perma-constipation-face’d dude and his uberboring ‘tragic’ lovestory—and Regina having to prove her “character development” by furthering up his man-pain.

She deserves fucking BETTER, you useless hacks.