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When I Met You, Chapter One

Summary: High school AU in which Phil is the football pride of the school and Dan is just someone people vaguely remember passing in the halls. What will happen when these two meet?

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1213

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Thought I’d start with my favourite picture of any of my cosplays ever, my Inquisitor Lavellan from Dragon Age Inquisition.

Photography by @catberryphotography, edit by me. 

I know the edit isn’t great, but I don’t really do editing, so it’s the best I could do XD.

Love neighbours: Dan/Phil x reader imagine

This imagine was requested by Anonymous!

Hope you enjoy

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Something about being alone really scared me. I mean the thought of silence and no one to talk to was just terrifying. This was what I was feeling now. 

Scared. 

As I set down my last box, I looked around the empty room. It looked dull and and very blank. Too boring for my liking. I couldn’t wait to splash some paint on the walls. Brighten up the place a little.

I yawned loudly before making my way towards the sofa. I needed to get some sleep before I could do anything else. 

The last I heard before I dozed off was the sound of my soft breathing…. 

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*RING* *RING* RING*

I awoke to sound of my ringtone filling my ears. What time was it? I lazily hunted around for my phone, following the constant sound of the vibration. A few seconds later, I found it edged into the sofa. It must of slid down while I was sleeping. 

Typical.

Without looking at the caller ID, I instantly pressed the accept button. 

“Hi honey!” My mum suddenly overtaking the ringing. Ever since I was little, my mum did everything for me. From teaching me how to tie my own shoelaces to helping me get my degree. My mum helped me through life. 

We talked for a few minutes before I realised that I had to go out to get some food for dinner. I quickly said goodbye before grabbing my keys and walking out the front door.

As I was locking up, the door behind me slammed shut. It echoed through the entire building, being so powerful, probably alerting the neighbourhood dogs. It was a little to loud for my liking but I decided to ignore it. After all, this could be my neighbour. I slowly turned around, getting meet with a pair of big blue eyes. This person was in fact a man who was way taller then me. He had a green and white checkered shirt on and a pair of jeans that looked like he had had them for years. His hair was blacked and styled with his fringe covering half his forehead. All in all, he looked really nice.

“Sorry, I have a habit of slamming doors” The stranger smiled, looking hopeful almost. 

I smiled back and held out my hand ”No worries, I’m Y/N, I just moved in” I said pointing towards my door.

“Oh we’re neighbours, I’m Phil by the way and I live with my friend Dan!” He took my hand and shook it gently. “You’re gonna like it here, trust me”

I was about to reply when the door next to Phil roughly opened. A man, about 25, stood before me. He was tall with dark hair and brown eyes. His outfit was completely black, something I admired strongly. 

His eyes caught mine for a few seconds before he turned to Phil. 

“Phil, where’s the pizza?” His voice was low and very charming. I could listen to it for hours if I could. 

Wait….whats going on?

Both of the men turned to look at me, Phil looking quite awkward and the other one looking more than embarrassed. Silence was beginning to fill up the room before Phil suddenly burst. 

“Uh, Y/N this is Dan the friend I was telling you about!” He said beckoning to the handsome giant.

“Oh my god, i’m such an ass i’m so sorry!” Dan chuckled while covering his face. 

Okay I wasn’t going to lie, I was attracted to him. I mean, who wouldn’t be? His smile, his figure, his eyes. I mean, it would’t be a surprise if Phil fell in love with him. I quickly snapped out of my daydream and introduced myself properly. We all spoke for a little bit more before I mentioned that I had to go to the shops. 

“Oh don’t worry about that!” Phil grabbed my arm gently, stopping me from going down the stairs. 

“Yeah, you can just have dinner with us!” Dan chimed in. Both of them looked very lighthearted as they waited for an answer. I decided that I’d go with them, I mean what could go wrong?

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Never in my life have I laughed so hard in my life. I now found myself on the floor crying joyfully as Dan and Phil carried on playing just dance. Its not they they were bad dancers it was just the stuff they were saying. One of the things was ‘Phil, Your not Beyonce, give up!’ 

After they had finished, we played a couple of games and talked for a little while before we all settled down for a movie. 

In the middle, Dan got up to go to the bathroom, meaning that is was just me and Phil. Everything was going well until He started to speak.

“You know Y/N, ever since I met you, I’ve felt different somehow”

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I’M SORRY! THIS WAS TOO LONG SO I DECIDED IT SHOULD BE A TWO, MAYBE THREE PARTED IMAGINE!!!

 Thank you for reading!

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Mothering Sunday

Today is mothers day (i’m from the UK) I was woken up by some kicks and punches from my little man!!

We went over to my mummy’s and had the company of my partner, my nan, my mum’s partner, my partner’s mum, my mum’s partners mum and step dad and my brother and his “friend” Emma. (Emma isn’t his girlfriend but should be, as i approve of her and have never approved of any of his girlfriends before… thats the big sister mode)

We had a lovely BBQ, the weather was so lush considering it’s only March. My mum’s partners mum, gave us this gorgeous hand knitted cardigan for the little man! It’s so cute. I can’t wait to put him in it, Brad wants one now :) 

I also received some beautiful flowers from my “Lucas bump" 
I cannot believe this time next year I will have my little man to squish and cuddle and wake up to on mothers day! I will no longer have my bump and him pushing my insides up as he climbs into my rib cage. 
I am already a mummy, but I wont feel like a proper mummy until he’s here in my arms. 

I have so much love for him… Hope all you Ladies who had mothers day today had a lovely day and were spoilt. I certainly feel that being pregnant is the greatest gift i could have ever been given.

Imagine (4/4): You're his sister and he finds your diary

*requested*

Michael: “Hey, (y/n),” your older brother, Michael, says, entering the room. “What’s this?” He’s holding up a tattered old notebook. “Michael!” you scream, running over to him, attempting to grab the notebook from his grasp. This notebook is your diary. You have things you shouldn’t even be thinking written down in there. “Let’s see what (y/n) has going on in that annoying little head of hers.” Michael opens your diary to the last page you wrote on. “Mikey, stop!” you whine. “That’s my stuff. You aren’t allowed to look at it!!” “Oh boy.” He starts laughing. “This is better than any book I’ve ever read.” He flips through the pages as you sit there in embarrassment.

Luke: “Give me that back right now!” you yell, trying so hard to take your diary out of Luke’s hands. “Sucks you’re too short,” he says, holding it up in the air. “Luuuuuuuke stop. Give it back.” You cut the whining and act serious for a second. “Too bad so sad.” He proceeds to open your diary. “I’ll tell mum,” you say. “Okay, go ahead. But I’ll just tell her you like to daydream about doing very naughty things with this so-called guy named—” “Shut up, Luke!” You feel your cheeks turning red. “I’m just teasing, (y/n),” Luke laughs. “But seriously, why do you even think about this stuff?” “I’ll take that,” you say, finally able to grab your diary back. You stalk back to your room and hear Luke laughing to himself.

Calum: “I am so in love with Michael Clifford,” Calum says dramatically, walking into the kitchen where you’re eating lunch. “He’s just so hot with that beautiful hair and eyebrow piercing and tattoos. I want him sooooo bad.” “Calum,” you say, fearing what he’s going to say next. “What are you talking about?” “I’m only trying to have something in common with my baby sister,” he says. “Did you read my diary?” You feel anger burning inside of you. “I’d be lying if I said no.” “Calum!! What the hell?! I told you you’re not allowed in my room!!” “I know, but I saw this bright purple thing sitting on your desk and got curious.” You glare at him. “But why do you like Michael?” he asks. “I mean, you can do so much better than that asshole.” You quickly finish eating and run upstairs to your room. Next time you won’t leave your diary randomly laying about.

Ashton: “I hate you!” you yell, throwing a pillow at Ashton. “That’s my personal diary and you’re not allowed to read it!!” “Too late,” your brother says, throwing the pillow back at you but harder. “I read it and now I know everything that you think, and honestly I wish I didn’t know some of that stuff.” “Your fault for reading it!” “True, but it was very interesting. Where did you learn all those cuss words, though? And I swear I thought you were a virgin? I mean, you’re only 17…” “Ashton!” you throw another pillow at him. You know your face is bright red from embarrassment right now. “Hey, I’m just saying,” he says. “And since when do you have your belly button pierced? Does mum know about this?” “Oh my gosh, you need to stop,” you say. “And if you tell mum I will personally kill you.” “Ooooooh, I’m so scared,” Ashton jokes. “Get out.” You force Ashton to leave your room and then find a new hiding spot for your beloved diary.

anonymous asked:

Hello so I just saw your post about when someone hits the follow button you become their mum (lol totally not stalking your profile or anything) and it almost made me cry real Jesus tears because I have a really crap mom and yeah Sorry I suck at human interaction

Im sorry about your mum. But I’ll make you happy wherever I can. ♥ ♥ ♥ Ill look after u

anonymous asked:

Hi! Prompt: teenlock sherlolly, sherlock and molly's awkward but super cute first time

Awkward is having your mother call up while in your bed with someone else? I’d imagine that it would be in a situation like that. I hope you like it.

As Molly’s mother was away for the weekend, Molly had quickly decided to invite her boyfriend over for a night of privacy away from any prying eyes. It was rare that the couple had more than half an hour alone at any one time where there was no one at all around that could distract them or take them away from each other. Sherlock, her boyfriend, had been quick to agree, the temptation of a whole night alone being far too tempting for the teens.

They’d spent the day out together, hanging off of each other as any young couple does before they’d returned to Molly’s home for the evening. They shared a dinner of delivered Chinese take out, sharing the containers of rice, noodles, and meat before they settled down on the sofa to watch a movie that was airing on the television. It was nothing but a simple romantic comedy, something that Molly could even deduce the ending to without having the same deductive skills that her boyfriend had.

Their concentration on the screen soon faded away though as Molly found herself on her back pressed down on the sofa with Sherlock above her as they snogged heatedly. The movie was long forgotten after a few more minutes as hormones flared inside each of them as bodies rubbed together in ways that they never normally did. It was rare that they could kiss like this and if they did they were always disrupted in one way or another and they’d have to move onto much more innocent doings.

Things moved quickly between Sherlock and Molly, pieces of clothing soon being shed onto the floor as the heat between the bodies grew even more so. Gasps and moans left both participants and soon enough they were stumbling up the stairs together, each half stripped of their clothes as they tried to remove even more as they fought their way up the stairs. Back pressed against her bedroom door, Molly gasped as Sherlock lifted her up, her slender legs wrapping around his hips as she felt the hardness in his trousers in his want for her.

“Oh god, Sherlock,” Molly moaned as she felt Sherlock’s lips on her uncovered breast, her hand fumbling for the door knob to her bedroom. A bed was certainly needed now as she felt his hands also teasing the button on her jeans in a want to undo it. Her hand was finally able to turn the door knob so the door swung open behind them, Sherlock holding her close as the door swung away and they were granted access to her bedroom.

Falling onto the bed together, the rest of their clothing was soon gone and their kissing turned from desperate to more slow and soft, taking their time together as Sherlock prepared to enter Molly for the first time. Moments before the event was about to happen, the phone sitting on Molly’s bedside table began to ring with its shrill tones, filling the room with such a loud sound. Both people in the bed jumped, their heads turning to look at the still ringing phone as the screen flashed over and over again.

“Ignore it.” Was all that came from Sherlock then as he kissed Molly once more, doing his best to ignore the shrill ringing until it finally stopped a few minutes later. “That’s better… Now where were we…” Once again the couple prepared for the moment, his finger teasing her as he made sure she was ready for what was to come. Yet again though they were disrupted as they phone began to ring again.

Sherlock swore as Molly began to wriggle away from him, apologising repeatedly as she reached for the phone. “I’m sorry… I have to,” she said, taking the handset into her hand which she answered by pressing the green phone button.

“Hello?… Mum!…” Molly’s eyes widened as she heard her mother’s voice on the other end of the line, the elder’s voice irritably asking her why she hadn’t answered the first time she had called. As her cheeks became a deep red, Sherlock let out a quiet groan as he rolled off of Molly, the tenting in the sheets making it clear as to why he was so irritated. “I… I was just in the bathroom. Couldn’t get to the phone in time. That’s all.”

“Are you lying to me, Molly? You sound out of breath. What are you doing?” Molly’s mother demanded, wanting to know why her daughter was acting so oddly just then.

Biting down on her lower lip, Molly looked across to Sherlock as she tried to make sure she was not caught out in a lie as to the real reason she’d not answered the phone. “I ran for the phone before… Tried to get it in time.”

Thankfully Molly’s mother accepted the excuse and for a few more minutes Molly was stuck in a conversation with her, answering her questions and asking a few general ones of her own, trying to get her off of the phone. With a few fake yawns, she was finally able to convince her mother to end the conversation as she said she was going to bed and that she’d call her tomorrow night.

Putting the phone down finally, Molly looked apologetically to Sherlock once more, seeing how he looked at her now. Drawing him in close, she soon made him forget his annoyance as their bodies finally came together in such a way that had them both gasping out in pleasure. It was slow to begin with, but they soon found their stride with each other with Sherlock helping Molly finish after he had done so.

Half an hour later they lay in bed together, Molly tucked into Sherlock’s arms as they both came down from what they had done. Sherlock kissed the top of Molly’s head gently from where he lay, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Next time we’re making sure we put the phone on mute.”

Creases: A daisuga ficlet

Title: Creases
Characters: Daichi, Suga, Daichi’s Mum
Warnings: None
Prompt: Spring Break and First Date
Word Count: 900
A/N: written for the 30dayhqwriting challenge. This follows on from ‘Shirts’. Thank you, twitter people, for the input on shirt colours.

Summary: It had been a mistake wearing his new shirt, Daichi knew that as soon as he walked into the kitchen. Because why, his mum asked, would he make so much effort just to see Suga?


His mum sniffed suspiciously when he walked into the kitchen. “You’re looking very smart, Dai-chan.”

“Uh…” He pulled at his collar, tugging it away from his neck where it had begun to chafe. “Am I?”

Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. “Is that the shirt I bought you?”

“Might be… can’t remember.”

“It is. You’ve not worn it before.” Lifting her hand, she brushed something off his shoulder. “I knew red would suit you. You have the right skin tone.”

“Yeah, it’s -” He pulled again at the collar. “It’s uncomfortable. Think I’ll change.”

Tutting, she patted his cheek fondly. “Silly boy, you’ve left half the plastic clips in. And it needs ironing. Come on, take it off, I’ll press it before I go out.”

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