i had no idea what he said until i saw a gifset

Chaos Has Come Again

A/N: I was so inspired by this gif set of a ‘dark angel” Stiles that I had to write something for it. I’m calling this a drabble because there’s no real plot, but it’s definitely a longggg drabble. lol Thank you to @minhosmeanhoe for editing it, because I’m sure she did. Also I wrote this in like 2 hours so and I will edit it any further tomorrow if need be. lol I couldn’t find the creator of this gif or gifset, but if someone or the creator messages me ! I will be more than happy to tag them and give them credit. But I did not make this gif nor am I the owner of it.

Word count: 2737

Warning: It’s kind of dark and talks about the devil, and there’s smut (;

Paring: StilesxReader

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“ I want to share every single one of your sunshines and save them for later. I will tuck them into my pockets so I can give them back to you when the rain falls hard. I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe. When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise I won’t let go. ”

I want to talk about something that’s been on my mind for a very long time. Namely, that there’s this idea that appears every so often, and that’s if Thomas ever knew what James became or what he’s done, that he would reject James or simply not love him anymore or that things would never work between them again. And I just for the life of me can’t understand where this idea comes from because I can’t see any canon backing for it and from everything shown with Thomas, it seems to go completely against what we were shown. And I’m not trying to stomp on anyone’s opinion; it’s just that Thomas is my favorite character for a myriad of reasons, so I am very passionate about this.

I have three motivations for talking about this:
1) Fanfic writing reasons;
2) This post, which has been in my likes forever and which I’ve always meant to answer
3) And this idea has been around awhile and still crops up every so often, and I’m here to make a rebuttal

But it comes down to this: you are never going to convince me that Thomas, who has shown himself numerous times to be an extremely loving and forgiving person, who was willing to fight for imperfect strangers at great personal cost, who watched an execution of someone who was deemed guilty and came to the conclusion that he was going to help these people, that were already known to be violent and dangerous, and whom he cared about despite their actions- you are never going to convince me this Thomas would not still love James all the same or not understand him.

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Height Differences (One Shot)

Dan hates being so tall. All of his subscribers know that. But no one knew just how much he hated being tall.

Growing up, he would look at height differences in relationships and smile. He loved everything about them. He loved that the small one could be picked up by the big one, they had to stand on their tippy toes to kiss the tall one, they looked up at them. Dan wanted to be the small one in a relationship.

When he and Phil first started dating, he was. He was quite a few inches shorter than Phil. And he got to look up at Phil and stand on his toes when they kissed.

But as Dan got older, he started getting taller. He thought nothing of it at first, until the day he realized he had grown taller than Phil. That day, he was heart broken.

He missed having to look up at Phil and stand on his toes to kiss. They could have just reversed it so Phil had to be the one to do that stuff, but Phil was the dominant one in the relationship, and Dan liked being the small one.

But one day in 2014, Dan realized he could do something about it. Dan forced himself to be smaller than Phil. He bent his knees slightly and hunched over slightly to make himself physically smaller than Phil. Phil didn’t notice, but at least Dan could still look up at him.

It took Phil until 2017 to notice. He saw a gifset talking about it on Tumblr. Phil pushed his laptop aside and looked across the couch at Dan, who was watching TV.

“Hey, Dan?”


“Why do you make yourself shorter then me?”

Dan’s eyes widened, and he began blushing. “Uh, no reason.”

Phil raised an eyebrow. “Well there has to be a reason, otherwise you wouldn’t do it.”

Dan started fiddling with his thumbs. “It’s just… I wish I was still smaller then you.”

“You do?” Phil asked.

“Yeah. I wish I still had to go on my toes to kiss you, and that you could pick me up. I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

Phil though about this for a minute. It made sense for Dan to want to be short again. Learning this gave Phil an idea.

“Come on.” Phil got up from the couch.

Dan burrowed his eyes in confusion, “Why- OH MY, PHIL!” Dan squealed as Phil picked Dan up from the couch bridal style.

“Here we go!” Phil was spinning as he held Dan, who was screaming and holding on to Phil tightly. Phil spun them into the kitchen, and put Dan down.

“So, you want to stand on your toes to kiss me?” Phil grabbed a chair from the kitchen and stood on it. “Pretend I’m this tall.”

Dan looked up and giggled. “I’d be scared of you if you were that tall, to be honest.”

Phil rolled his eyes playfully and said, “Just stand on your toes and kiss me.”

Dan giggled and stood on his toes, but Phil had to lean down slightly so their lips could meet.

Dan looked at Phil fondly as Phil hopped down from the chair. He really loved that Phil was doing this for him, it was super cute.

“And I bet you wish you were smaller then me, so I could do this.” Phil leaned down.

“What are you-AHHH!” Dan screamed as he was thrown over Phil’s shoulder. Phil chuckled at Dan and walked up to the bedroom, and threw Dan on the bed once up there.

Dan giggled on the bed as Phil climbed on top of him, sitting on his waist.

“If you were smaller then me, you’d be getting a lot more of that stuff, you know baby cakes.” Phil looked down lovingly at Dan. “Still want that?”

Dan giggled, “Not really, if I’d be kidnapped by you everyday.”

“Oh please, you loved it.” Phil said, starting to tickle Dan’s sides. Dan laughed at the tickles and pushed Phil’s hands away. Phil let his hands be pushed away, and he looked fondly at Dan.

“You’re right. I did love it.” Dan admitted before hiding his face in his hands.

Phil chuckled and pulled Dan’s hands away from his face. “Then I’ll do it more.”

Dan’s eyes lit up the way a little kid’s would on Christmas, and Phil’s heart melted. “Really?”

“Really.” Phil said, leaning down to kiss his adorable boyfriend’s dimples.

A whole new world.


So yes, this is a Yousana fic based on the Disney movie Aladdin. This fic was asked by @mrspaaadfoots whose gifsets comparing Yousana with Jasmine and Aladdin are the best thing ever!!

This fic is entirely based on the movie so there are some things that I wanted to tell you about it.

-There are lots of references to the movie, scenes and quotes taken right from the movie (like “do you trust me?” “ain’t never had a friend like me” “….sounds strange don’t you think?” and basically the whole last scene) If you don’t understand something, like for example the first parragraph, maybe you should rewatch/watch the movie, believe me, I didn’t remember half of the things hahah

-The fic is based on the movie so some characters may seem a little bit out of character, especially Sana’s father. I know that he would never act like he does in the beginning but in the movie, Jasmine’s father pressures her to marry a prince and only a prince. So the closest thing I could find for this fic was Sana’s father wanting her to be with a muslim guy. I really hope that no one feels annoyed or upset about this, again, I’m just following the movie.

-I’m sorry if the ending is rushed up and messy, but honestly, the ending of the movie is kind of like that.

-I’ve erased Jafar’s character from the fic because I didn’t want to make the fic too long and I didn’t think he was necessary. Also just in case it isn’t clear, Elias is the Genie hahah

Well I think that’s it, again I really hope no one gets upset by this, I’m just following the movie. I’ve rewatched it and taken notes to be as fair to the movie as possible. 

ALSO I put a “keep reading” since the fic is so long. I hope it works, especially on phones, in case it doesn’t you can also find it here

I really hope you like it!!


Welcome to Oslo, a city in the south of Norway. It’s actually its main city. Here a lot of families leave and … wait wait wait, don’t go, I have interesting stories to tell. Like that one about that cute blonde girl that met a cute blond boy and…okay, fine, that’s not the story you want to hear right? You’re here for the good stuff. Fine, I’ll give it to you. This story begins with a family, the Bakkoush family, or more specifically, with a girl…Sana.

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Thanks for asking, @la-petite-fadette! I made a separate post for this, since it was getting kind of long, hope that’s okay. 

And I was actually thinking of talking about this for Braven week when I saw the “when they became your otp” moment so, the question comes at a perfect time. It convinced me to actually type it out! 

To answer that question adequately- because I’m very wordy and incapable of answering quickly, watch me get off-topic under the cut as I try to walk you through my history of shipping on The 100. This is all a lot of honest rambles about what I shipped and why I stopped. 

Dear followers, if you ship B*llarke, don’t read this. It’s only going to upset you, so stay away :) 

Also, Braven shippers, this post talks about B*llarke a lot. and about Raven x W*ck a bit And about internalized bias and things like that. Just so you’re warned :) it does talk about braven though oF COURSE

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Sam, Dean, and ‘Purity.’

I just saw this gifset highlighting two instances in season eight where Sam and Dean used some form of the word ‘pure.’ I sort of wanted to respond on the gifset, but I think that’s a Tumblr etiquette no-no (?).

I found the two quotes the creator chose to be interesting. I wouldn’t quite call them parallels, since Sam and Dean used “pure” in completely different contexts. See for yourself:

DEAN: [8.01] There was something about being [in Purgatory]. It felt pure.

SAM: [8.21] Because these trials… they’re purifying me.

On a very basic level, there’s a slight difference in use. Dean uses ‘pure’ in an attributive, descriptive way. Sam uses ‘purifying’ to refer to an ongoing process. Sam is talking about his body; Dean is talking about a place and an experience. 

On an entirely different level, though, the sense in which both are using the word is not only entirely different, but very revealing about each character in ways that go all the way back to their respective childhoods.

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The Heir’s Champion (snippet)

So, almost two weeks ago, I saw this magnificent gifset by haliastone​ and was promptly struck with inspiration.  What was supposed to be a fluffy oneshot soon spiraled far, far out of my control and I unfortunately didn’t have time to finish before camp nano started.  Hopefully, by posting a snippet of the 7.5k I already have written here, I’ll hold myself (and perhaps some of you will as well) accountable for finishing it.


Harry stood in the entrance hall, mind still whirling frantically through the events of the evening in a hopeless, dizzying whirlwind.  He’d daydreamed about entering the tournament, fantasied about it, but that’s all it had been.  A fantasy.  A daydream.  The reality of the Triwizard Tournament, facing competitors who had three years more experience and instruction than he did in tasks that sounded dangerous in front of hundreds of people…

And people would think he’d done it on purpose.  The looks in the hall, the reactions of the various headmasters and professors, his brief conversation with Cedric…they’d all only served to make the point as clear as possible.  Would anyone except Ron and Hermione believe him?

Harry reached out and placed his hand against one of the stone walls off the castle, trying to take comfort in the sensation that he associated with home as he tried to force his thoughts into some sort of order.

“Diggory’s an idiot you know,” a familiar, cultured voice said.

Harry’s head jerked upwards and found a tall, handsome young man emerging from the shadows, aristocratic features furrowed in distaste.  The silver badge on his robe gleamed in the torchlight and dark eyes filled with a tenderness that was still utterly unexpected after all these years.

“Tom?”  Harry asked, taken aback by the Slytherin’s presence.  “What are you doing here?”  Then Harry’s brain finally caught up with his ears and he frowned.  “And Cedric’s not an idiot.”

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wakeup call.

length: 2233 words
genre: im throwing up oh my god
insp: this gr8 gifset thank you
plot: you’re in a long distance relationship with hyungwon and after a year of not seeing each other you decided to wake him up on a particularly rough morning
a/n: hello everybody!! I just want to let y’all to know, that yes— we are alive— as you can tell from this fricking scenario bc i wrote it back in like november— BUT REGARDLESS, I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY YOURSELVES! ( we are not accepting requests at this moment )

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anonymous asked:

Speaking of Alone on the Water, what made you decide to write such an incredibly sad fic? lol. And did you ever anticipate it becoming so incredibly popular?

Wow, I haven’t thought about this in awhile.  There isn’t really a story there, but I’ll try to answer your question.

I first saw Sherlock when it aired in the UK, what was it, fall of 2010?  I loooooooved it but wasn’t fannish about it immediately.  It wasn’t till the following spring, after I’d shown it to a couple of interested friends, that the fangirl in me woke up and decided that this was Her Next Thing.  And for me, the first thing the fangirl does is WRITE FIC.

I can’t really say why I chose that subject.  I mean, it’s not like I just sat down and went “You know what’d be fun?  DEATH.”  I suppose I wanted to get at Johnlock somehow, and the first thing that occurred was “terminal illness.”  Call it a morbid bent of mind.  AOTW was partially inspired by an old semi-obscure movie called “It’s My Party” starring Eric Roberts (yeah) in which a man with a month to live decides to end his own life, and he throws a weekend-long party with everyone he’s ever loved there to say goodbye, at the end of which he swallows pills and dies with his closest family and friends around him.  Obviously the tone of AOTW is quite different, but the “choose your death on your own terms over a slower more painful and debilitating death” thing came from there.

Actually, re-reading that - I DID just sit down and go “You know what’d be fun?  DEATH.”

I wrote it in one sitting.  I wasn’t sure whether to post it.  I was very very  new to the fandom and didn’t have a good grasp of its tone - some fandoms react badly to deathfics, some thrive on them.  I asked the lovely-and-talented mazarin221b, who I’d known for a long time, to read it - she’d already been around the fandom and could advise me.  She said yeah, post it.  So I posted it.

Did I anticipate the response?  Of course not.  Nobody ever expects The Spanish Inquisition that kind of a response.  And it wasn’t immediate.  Upon release, the fic got a fairly normal response.  Complimentary, but it wasn’t like a TORRENT or anything.  It sort of built over time.  It wasn’t until I joined Tumblr a few months later that I started realizing the kind of response it was getting.  The day I discovered that it had its own TAG was interesting.  It got a huge boost from deductivism’s fanvid as well - I credit that vid with a LOT of the story’s visibility.

So there you have it.  My DVD commentary for “Alone on the Water.”  Let me take this opportunity to answer a few frequently asked questions about it.

1.  Was it based on “Third Star?”  I get this question all the time.  No, it wasn’t.  I didn’t see “Third Star” until months after I’d written it.

2.  Will you ever write a sequel?  You know, when I first released it, I actually had a sequel planned.  I even started writing it.  But no, I’m never going to write a sequel.  I sort of don’t feel like the story is mine anymore.

3.  Why’d you have to put slashy stuff in it?  Because I wanted to.  Next.

4.  Moffat/Gatiss/Ben/Martin need to see this.  No, they really, really, REALLY don’t.

5.  Where’d you get the title?  From the song lyrics that are at the top of the story.  :-)

6.  Those lyrics are wrong, you know.  There are conflicting lyrics to “Sorrow” online.  Some say “don’t leave my half a heart alone on the water” and some say “don’t leave my hyper heart alone on the water.”  I like the former better both as a lyric and as a connection to the story, so barring confirmation from The National I’m going to stick with it.  And if you know of such confirmation - I’m still keeping it the way it is, so no need to send me Asks about it.

7.  You should do a reading of it at a convention.  It’s been suggested.  I’m open to the idea.

Basically, I never could have dreamed of the kinds of things people have done and made based on my story.  There’s been so much fanart, fanvids, graphics, gifsets - even original songs! - and it’s…well, those of you who are authors as well can imagine what that means to me.  Every day it’s humbling and gratifying in a way I can’t put into words.  Every time I get a review (and I read all of them) telling me the story has affected someone, and that they’ll never forget it…it makes me feel like I’ve left at least a tiny footprint on the world, and on someone’s life, and that is the most amazing thing ever.

People thank me for the story.  Don’t thank me.  I’m thanking YOU for reading it.  

ortegakeane  asked:

MAIA your tags in my gifset, OMG....... i need it, Magnus lifting Alec up against the counter, kissing him, and all of that in 1080 pls.... i'm dead.

ravagerjae said: I saw your tags about Magnus picking Alec up and sitting him on the counter and my mind instantly was like “What about Magnus picking him and pushing him against the wall” and I just dshudfkjkj I need this. All of this. And Alec would be so pleasantly surprised because holy shit no one has ever done this to him before and I’m screaming now

I WOULD LOVE THIS cuz yeah alec hasn’t ever been touched like that by anyone in his life. like, for alec usually if he’s being thrown or manhandled, it’d be training or sparring or roughhousing with his siblings at most.

but with magnus it’d be different, to have someone be rough with him solely out of desire and i feel like it’d blow alec’s mind a little because magnus just wants him so much in that way he’s always dreamed of but has never had until now and magnus always loves so intensely on top of that. no one has ever wanted alec so wholly before, both his heart and his body, until magnus.

also there’s magnus who i feel like is a lot like alec in that they both really need someone to be their match; magnus has always picked partners who challenge him, so i’ve always imagined alec’s supernatural strength would be perfect. like, of course they’ll be soft and gentle, too, but despite how graceful magnus is he isn’t actually delicate? so i don’t think he’d want to be handled like glass, either. plus i’ve always felt like the demon half of him really enjoys the rougher side of things and i like the idea of alec being sort of a safe partner for him to let it loose with because alec is a shadowhunter and not easily hurt. (and with alec it would be vice versa because magnus is such a powerful warlock.)

anyway, i imagine a moment where magnus’s magic sparks a bit wild when things get hot and heavy, and you see magnus kind of freeze, but alec is just like wow that much huh?, and it’s okay, alec isn’t afraid of him, and basically please just magnus and alec being comfortable with each other, with their own strengths and expressing that together physically, that’s all i want i’m so emotional.

Baby Genius On The Way

Originally posted by adriansarkisi

Prompt: Hey saw the gif set you posted of Prentiss asking Reid if he considered having baby geniuses one day. Imagine him telling her “not really, but I’ll be finding out what it’s like sooner rather than later.” Confusing her then shocking her by saying “Yeah, Y/N is pregnant.” Prentiss responds with “What?! H-how long…” to which Spencer interrupts with “Remember last month when I was on vacation for that week?”
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader
Rating: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,195
Warnings: Mentions of past sexual endeavors, the reader and Reid are afraid to be parents(if that can be a warning) but mostly they’re both happy!:)
Author’s Note: I enjoyed writing this, I think the ending sucks but you can be the judge of that!:) Oh, and I couldn’t find the gifset but I think we all know what scene it is when Emily talks to Reid about having kids. Also instead of writing about JJ’s pregnancy with Henry I wrote about her recent one!:)

Note: Not yet beta’d so sorry for any mistakes! 


He was staring at JJ again, Prentiss noticed, Spencer’s eyes always seemed to drift to the pregnant woman and she could tell his brain was working at lightning speed as thoughts filled his mind.

“Hey,” she said, getting his attention, he turned to her looking a little startled “I think I’ve asked you this before but from the way you’re looking at JJ it seems like you’re thinking about it, so, are you considering it?”

“Um, c-considering what?” The genius looked nervous.

“Having baby geniuses.”

“I-I mean, I wasn’t really but…” The genius hesitated, wondering if he should tell. “I’ll be finding out what it’s like soon.”

Emily froze, was Spencer saying what she thought he was?!

“________’s pregnant.” He said with a smile, confirming her thoughts.

“What, when, how long–?” She was in shock, she wanted to know everything.

“Remember in the beginning of last month when I took that vacation for the week?” He spoke, interrupting her staggered questions.

“So, ________should be, what?”

“Almost two months pregnant, more specifically 1 month, 28 days, 6 hours and 25 minutes.”

Emily’s smile didn’t falter, of course the genius would have how long it had been down to the days, hours, and minutes.

“Have you told anyone?”

“Other than you no one knows, ________ is still a little shocked about it. She’s scared that she won’t be a good mother since she didn’t have any examples of what one is supposed to be like, and truthfully, I’m afraid too but I wouldn’t say we’re unhappy about it just having some doubtful thought about us and parenting.”

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1 Month and 16 days ago

You looked down at the pregnancy tests with horror, your hands were shaking and you felt like you were going to throw up. It couldn’t be right, there had to be something wrong with the tests but your body was telling you it was right, your period was late, you were feeling nauseous most of the time and could hardly enjoy any of your regular favorite foods since the smells had you wanting to puke.

You had to sit down on the edge of the tub to compose yourself, it couldn’t be, you and Spencer had used protection each time!


You thought back to the last day of your vacation, didn’t both of you have hangovers that morning, you were pretty sure you both had gotten dizzy drunk the night before and you know you had sex but you could have sworn you used protection. Now looking down at the tests again you obviously didn’t.

How could you be so stupid?!

Tears started to well in your eyes and soon you were sobbing, you had no idea what you were going to do.

“___________?” Spencer’s voice said, startling you and you looked towards the open bathroom door to see him standing there looking worried. You didn’t even hear him come home, you were so out of it.

“S-Spencer.” Your voice cracked and you saw your boyfriends eyes land on the pregnancy tests.

Instead of walking away from you he came fully into the bathroom, sat next to you and took you into his arms where you continued to cry.

“I’m sorry.” You got out.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, we’ll figure out what to do.”

“I’m scared.” You whimper, clinging to your genius.

“Me too but we’ll get through this together.”

Readers POV
Present Day

You walked up the corridor, files in the crook of your arm with saltine crackers laying on them, they were what calmed your stomach down but you weren’t as nauseous as you were in the very start of your pregnancy and you were glad to be back to eating most of your favorite foods again, minus the stuff your doctor told you not to.

You opened the door to the office and made your way to Spencers desk, you saw him and Emily talking. You smiled when the genius spotted you coming, a smile lighting his own face. He stood to embrace you, planting a kiss to your forehead and then a hand on your belly, you weren’t showing yet but Spencer still loved to touch it and, truth be told, you did as well. You blushed, looking around the pit, wondering if anyone noticed, they didn’t but then your eyes landed on Emily who was had a knowing smile on her face.

You turned and punched your boyfriend in the arm.

“Ow, what was that for?!”

“You told her, we were supposed to tell everyone at the same time,” you turned back to Emily to explain “We were going to have a party and announce it.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone.” She laughed, seeing the look on Spencer’s face.

“Telling anyone what?” Penelope asked, coming up behind you.

Shit, now you knew you really wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret until the party.

You sighed “Maybe we should just tell everyone now?” You asked, eyes shifting to your boyfriend who had a smile creeping back onto his face.

“I’m fine with that.”

“Of course you are because you can’t keep a secret.” You joked

“Hey, I kept it this long!”

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Penelope voiced, making her presence known again.

“Sorry,” You smiled at her sheepishly as the father of your unborn child laughed and kissed the top of your head, at this point your conversation had drawn the attention of Derek and JJ.

“You tell them.” You said to the genius and he wasted no time.

“_______ and I would like to announce that we’re having a baby.” The smile never left his face which made you smile even brighter as he looked down at you, with both arms around your midsection and his hands gently rubbing your stomach, you leaned back against him more, having your back pressed closer his chest.

“Oh, my God,” Penelope basically squeal, coming closer to put her hand on your stomach as well. “I was wondering why you kept eating crackers, I would have never thought it was because you were pregnant but this is awesome, another little baby in the family!!”

“Congratulations, pretty boy, finally getting that family you’ve always wanted!” Derek said patting Spencer on the back.

“How far along are you?” JJ asked lifting herself up from the chair, she was pretty far along almost in her 8th month.

“Almost 2 months, just a few more days until then.” Instead of her touching your stomach you touched hers and giggled when you felt the baby kick, you couldn’t wait to get to that stage when you could feel your baby kick.

“Why is everyone grouped together?” A different voice asks, you all shift and turn to see Rossi walking in with Hotch.

“We’re pregnant!” Spencer informs excitedly.

You look up at your genius right when he looks down at you with a wide smile. It’s in that moment that you both realize that you’ll both be fine, you would have your doubts, just like any new parent did, but as long as you stuck together and had the help of your BAU family then you would be alright.

anonymous asked:

Omg all of that Flash vampire!AU stuff is the best! There really needs to be more vampire AU things. And that gifset of Len with the candles... All I can picture now is him as a vampire. I need it.

I decided to look through my old unfulfilled prompts to see if I could find anything for Halloween, since I am just not getting anywhere with my other fic ideas right now, probably because I’m distracted by NaNo starting tomorrow.

So have some vampire/werewolf AU fun, influenced by Underworld.


Humanity lives without the knowledge of the supernatural secretly running every aspect of their lives. Every major city is run by some supernatural group or another. Central City is run by vampires, particularly the vampire Eobard Thawne.

Other supernatural creatures are treated like lower class citizens within the borders of Central, often taken to Thawne as presents to be enslaved, or even killed on sight, especially werewolves, which Thawne considers an affront to his senses.

Thawne is obsessed with a particular line of vampires that has recently died off since the descendants are all human. He has been looking forward to claiming the last of that line – Barry Allen – as his own, but a lowly werewolf attack beat him to it.

Thawne orders his lackeys to collect Barry while he’s still in the midst of his first transformation. Barry tries to fight them off, and ends up injured, dying, not healing fast enough since the full moon is only just rising and he can barely control himself.

Then his caravan is attacked by the Rogues, a group of creatures led by the vampire Leonard Snart who doesn’t believe in Thawne’s bigotry, especially since his best friend Mick is a werewolf.

Finding Barry near death, not realizing who he is, Snart decides to risk something that will almost surely kill the kid, but it’s the only option left. He bites him and feeds him a bit of his blood. Barry is still transforming for the first time, there’s always a chance…

And then the unimaginable happens, because Barry does indeed survive, neither wolf nor vampire but something dark and beautiful in between.

Thawne wants Barry more than ever once he hears of this, but Len isn’t about to give him up. Not after seeing the way the boy’s eyes shimmered yellow as he struggled to transform through his wounded state, looking at Len pleadingly for help.

That young face, the long limbs, Len would have yearned for such a human mark on a dark night while feeding, would have welcomed such a lovely young werewolf into his troupe, but in the moment he’d wanted more—he’d wanted to save him, and Len had never been so altruistic before, usually stealing to get by, running his own streets as best he could, plotting against Thawne, but mostly just trying to survive.

He sank his fangs into the boy’s neck and was amazed that the blood didn’t taste rancid from coming death, or his changed state as an almost werewolf. It tasted sweet and addictive, enough that Len almost didn’t stop in time to in turn feed the kid some of his own blood.

The boy drank greedily but soon cringed, and convulsed, and passed out. But he didn’t die, and when Len saw that he was still breathing, he carried him back to his safehouse.

His fellows warned him that this was a mistake if Thawne’s men had been the ones bringing the kid in, but Len didn’t care. Even his sister seemed wary, but Len was entranced. When the kid came to, he screamed as a new transformation began to claim him, his wounds all healed now, but maybe the change would be enough to kill him after all. The moon was still full outside, and Len’s blood was in his veins. His body seemed confused as to how to reform, what shape to take.

In the end, Len could do nothing but stand back and wait until the kid stood on trembling legs, staring at himself in disbelief, his skin a deep black with the barest hint of red, his hair just as dark, ears pointed, his hands and feet claws though not as large as a werewolf’s. His eyes still glowed that beautiful yellow, slit now, his mouth filled with delicate fangs more like a vampire.

He was ethereal.

He looked at Len with wide eyes, his voice almost reverberating as he asked, “What am I?”

“Something new,” Len said. “I won’t hurt you. You were human before all this, weren’t you? Didn’t even know about the rest of us?”

“Y-You’re a vampire?”

“I am. And you are under my protection.”

Barry can’t feed from normal humans, he needs the blood of other supernatural creatures to sustain him, as well as normal food, though he can survive well enough eating large portions and taking a small amount of blood from Len each night.

In turn, Len can feed from Barry, and receive a boost in power when he does. Their relationship develops slowly as they avoid Thawne and work to find a way to bring him down before he captures Barry or kills him. Normally, Barry just looked like a regular human, but he learns to transform at will, becoming his dark blood-red self.

When he and Len first make love, Barry changes form within his passion and worries what Len might think, but Len loves it. He loves it even more when Barry bites him, and Len bites him back, and they lose themselves in each other.

Thawne is willing to turn the city upside down to reclaim Barry – who’s his, damn it, that power belongs to him, because he knew Barry’s line was powerful, but he didn’t know it was capable of THIS, and he wants that for himself. In the end though, with the sheer amount of creatures Len and Barry pull to their side, Thawne doesn’t stand a chance.

When Barry and Len defeat him, they take over running Central City, and make it a place where any creature is welcome.


Gone rogue | Liz/Ressler (Keenler) Fanfiction | The Blacklist

Title: Gone rogue
Rating: T
WC: 819
Characters: Donald Ressler, Elizabeth Keen, Red Reddington.
Pairing: Elizabeth Keen/Donald Ressler (Keenler)
Summary: AU | The last six months have been rough. Leaving the FBI, running around the world chasing Berlin and Tom, doing the kind of work for Red that would put them in jail for sure.
Author’s notes: Friendly reminder that English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for all the mistakes you’ll probably find.
More notes: This was never meant to happen, I was just gonna write a few lines for this gifset I made and suddenly there were 800 words. It’s short and I probably could have written more (I have a lot of ideas about this) but I wanted to post it before the season finale. As always you can blame enalgunlugar for this, because we have talked a lot about what we want for the season finale and, as much as I love this idea, I’m sure it’s not gonna happen :(

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“Cassie, You’ve said that Isabelle is who she is because of her growing up knowing about Roberts affair (because of Maryse telling her and also telling her to never trust a man, especially with her heart) and that Isabelle wouldn’t be Isabelle without that knowledge. But I’ve read somewhere that in the show Isabelle doesn’t know of Roberts affair and is in fact a daddy’s girl. Do you think that will change how she is portrayed? And do you think that will change who she is as a person in the show and that she will be different than book Isabelle (I mean different emotionally, mentally, and personality wise; not her not being portrayed as a badass)? Because that vulnerability of having known that at such a young age and having Maryse tell her to never trust a man is what made Simon actually see HER and see why she is the way she is or at least that’s how I saw it. It’s also what made her seem more real and less fantasy-like. — avalonsterling18

So since the Beyond the Shadows special aired, I have been inundated with these kinds of questions, as well as of course the usual stuff about how I could have “let” “them” make changes to the books, etc.

I thought it was time to reiterate what’s on my website, just because I want you to understand that this was my position before, and the situation before, and that it is the same, and nothing has changed.

Yes, Isabelle not knowing as she grew up about her father’s affair changes Isabelle very much, and alters her substantially from the character I created. Not just in the way Simon sees her, but in the way Isabelle’s character was shaped and formed: only growing up with the knowledge she has, not acquiring it later, would create Isabelle as we know her. You’re right.

I think it is very clear to everyone at this point that there have been many changes to the books in the TV adaptation, and that the characters are different, as is the story and how it unfolds. 

I can’t speak to the changes that have been made for this show, their extent or their repercussions, because I was not at all involved in the creation of this show. That is not because I did not want to have any input. I offered to be involved, tried to be and would have loved to be, but unfortunately that wasn’t on the table, and eventually I stopped looking at the scripts because there seemed no reason to if I could not comment on them in a meaningful way or effect any change. (There is one scene, in the pilot, that is there because of a discussion I had with McG, and I suspect when it airs you will know what that scene was.)*

I have decided to maintain positivity and hope for the best from the show, as nothing would be gained from my negativity. The show is the show, and nothing I say here or anywhere will change anything about it. While I know some things about it, there is much I don’t know, and I don’t believe in making up my mind without the whole picture, or misleading others with opinions that aren’t based on the full story.

Again on the topic of input: it is normal and not unusual for the author of the source material an adaptation is based on not to be consulted about the adaptation. The exceptions get most of the attention: Game of Thrones, Outlander. But they are exceptions. Here’s a discussion of “How involved is Thomas Harris, the author of Silence of the Lambs, with Hannibal?” The answer: “Not even slightly involved.” And he is a much more famous and powerful writer than I am.

Hollywood is built on hierarchy. In the case of television shows, the decisions are made by the show runner. I have noticed an interesting thing, and perhaps it is because the show has not aired yet, but most fan questions about the show are still directed at me, and the discussion about changes from the books vaguely references “the writers.” The person you are thinking of is Ed Decter. He is the showrunner.

From what I have seen, the names of showrunners are centrally and passionately known on tumblr. Everyone knows Jeff Davis is responsible for Teen Wolf. Julie Plec is responsible for The Vampire Diaries. Bryan Fuller is responsible for Hannibal. In that same way, Ed Decter is responsible for Shadowhunters. 

So yes, you are right about Isabelle, but I don’t know if it really helps anything for me to confirm that I agree. I understand why you would want to know my opinion and if I share your fears and concerns, and of course I have my own concerns. But I think my speaking to it or about it underlines the mistaken idea that I have some control, or some say, or had input and I did not.*

Therefore, with the hope of redirecting people toward the actual creators of this show, I will not be commenting on the show again until substantially after it airs. I won’t be answering questions, whether they are about characters’ hair color or plot changes or whether the show airs in Antarctica.  I can’t, because I do not want to be the person who speaks for a television show whose story I had no part in — when you are talking about an artistic creation, you should be talking to/about the creator, and that is not me.

I don’t mean I am going to ignore that the show exists; I’m always happy to reblog gifsets, and Instagram when I’m with the cast or crew so you can see what’s going on. But I am not going to answer questions that involve decisions made by people who aren’t me. Mostly what I am here for is to talk about books: I’m always excited to chat with you about characters, and about books past and upcoming, and I’m super thrilled about Lady Midnight and can’t wait for you to read it!

Whatever happens with the show, I’m always a writer first, and sharing the world of the Shadowhunters with all of you has been one of the great pleasures of my life. :)

* Actually, I did get some say in casting the main parts, and I very much like the actors. If the question is “Why did you get input into casting and not into the story?” — well, casting and writing are different departments. If the question is “Why did you let them do this or that” — there is absolutely no let. I had no choices and no more say than you.

** The scene I was talking about in the pilot was actually deleted before the pilot was aired. It was a scene from the books. Which goes to show, I do not have any say in the show or any knowledge of the changes they make when they make them.

Ed Decter: @edecter on twitter

Shireen Razack, story editor : @shireenwhynot on twitter

Thoughts on Root - Sam Groves growing up in Bishop

Harold: You’re a murderer and a thief.

Root: My mom told me to follow my talents, and I’m good at what I do.

The Contingency

Barb: Sam was 12. Funny kid. Lived with her mom outside town. Mom wasn’t well. I guess that’s why she always hung around the library.


Carter: Her mother died about ten years ago. So Sam left town, was never heard from again.

Bad Code

Lambert: Don’t you find it a tad sacrilegious to hold a man at gunpoint inside of a church?

Root: I’m not the religious type.

The Cold War

Root: You grew up motherless… and you suffered for it. Well… at least Julia has a mother. Because even a mom who kills people for a living is better than no mom at all.

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I’ve been collecting these bits of dialogue about Root and what Root said about herself. Most of what I’ll write are conjecture made from the scenes. Also, these are reference notes on Root and how I see her.

Taken all the dialogues together I have a patchwork idea of what Sam Groves life was in Bishop.

(I welcome people who are more knowledgeable about life in Texas to comment!)

Unfortunately dialogue trancripts and gifsets can only convey so much, tone doesn’t really carry into both. 

As an example the way Barb Russell described the Groves family IMO, there was a certain level of disdain when Barb told Carter about the Groves family living outside of town.

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The 100th Fic is here!

It is here, I have done it and I have tried to make it a particularly good one, but first I’d like to go a little mushy on you all and say something ;)

So I get a lot of peeps asking me how I write so much so fast and I’m going to clear that up right now by dedicating this fic, hell, this entire collection of fics to you lot on the Barduil trash heap.

Because cheesy as it sounds, you guys are the reason I can write so much so fast. Every single comment, every single tag, every reblog, every single kind word and note of encouragement, every time someone cheers me on in the askbox or comes especially to tell me they enjoyed something, every awesome prompt that hits my ask box and every time you guys say one nice thing about me - that is where my motivation comes from.

So for everyone who asks me to keep on writing barduil until I die? So long as you guys still want it and enjoy it and support me, I will literally never stop, you are all literally the source of my new found creativity and drive.

So this one is for every single one of you barduil trash bags out there.

Okay mush over, here it is, below the cut and as voted for by you a fic based on this gisfet

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And She For You, I Take It?

Thirty years ago, in the Enchanted Forest, Emma overheard a little fireside conversation between Princes Charming and Charles.

Rated M for some smut.


A very, very, very, very belated Gutter Flower Secret Santa to @laschatzi!! Thanks for being so patient when your original Santa fell through! I hope you enjoy your gift–a story and corresponding gifset! I wrote the fic, and @ive-always-been-a-pirate​ made the gifset with @optomisticgirl‘s assistance! Woohoo!

One thing that was weird about time travel (besides everything) was the fact that there was so much waiting involved. It felt weirdly out of place, like everything should be much more rushed and panicked.

Emma had finally fixed the bulk of the problem she had caused: Snow White and Prince Charming had met. A new problem—Snow White getting annihilated by the Evil Queen—had been narrowly avoided. Now she needed to help Snow White and Charming on the Troll Bridge (and figure what to do with her new, still-nameless friend from Regina’s dungeon).

And for now, everyone was just sort of chilling out, like they had all the time in the world or something. Snow White and Red (wow, did Ruby look different!) had gone off to chat and be besties, Killian was trying to set Jane Doe at ease (she seemed a little uncomfortable surrounded by these people who only sort of knew each other), and Charming was sitting across the fire from them, awkwardly glancing between her and Killian like he was expecting something.

How long was she going to have to wait before she could go back to Rumplestiltskin so he could help her and Killian get home?

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Internet Friend - Michael imagine

[This might suck but I’m kinda sad and have terrible writer’s block. I promise the next thing I write will be one of your requests.]

~ six months ago ~

You sat on your bed, scrolling through Tumblr on your laptop in the same position you had been occupying for the last several minutes. You weren’t an insanely popular blog; a few hundred followers, half a dozen mutuals who talked to you regularly. Your blog was a little bit of everything; gifsets that made you laugh, quotes that made you think, text posts that you related to, and occasionally your own original poetry, short stories, and artwork. You decided to stop scrolling through your favorite band’s tag and check your inbox on the off chance that someone had messaged you. To your surprise, there was a new ask from someone whose url you didn’t recognize:

‘Hi, I read your poem about bullying last night, and I would just like to say that the things you said were truly beautiful. I love youre writing :D’

You smiled and typed a quick reply: ’ *your. and thanks! i wrote that poem a loooong time ago though, how did you find it?’

The reply didn’t come until a few hours later when you checked your inbox after dinner.

'This is embarassing but I kind of stalked your blog that’s weird isn’t it I’m so sorry’’

You giggled out loud as you typed a new answer: 'don’t be sorry, that’s extremely flattering! I hope you don’t mind if I stalk yours back though (because i’m going to oops)’

And stalk you did. The person’s blog had a simple layout, like they couldn’t have been bothered to waste time on it. They reblogged a lot of sarcastic text posts, photosets of bands like Blink-182 and Green Day, various stuff related to video games you had never heard of, and other random things like pizza and ninja turtles. You found yourself reblogging and liking a lot of their posts, before finally checking your inbox again after nearly an hour. You had two new asks.

'Nooooo please don’t my blog sucks its so disorganized :( ’


You grinned, rolling your eyes at the silliness. 'it’s fine, i really love your blog. we have a lot of common interests, actually. definitely gonna follow you.’

The reply came less than two minutes later: 'YES PLEASE BE MY BEST FRIEND YOURE ONE OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS’



And that was how it all began.

~ five months ago ~

You were now on summer vacation, which naturally meant you spent most of your free time on Tumblr. You now talked to Michael more than any of your other mutuals, always finding yourself laughing over his messages. You really did have a lot in common, and he was one of your favorite people even though you had no idea where he lived, what he looked like, or even his last name. The two of you just… clicked.

He brought it up out of nowhere, in the middle of a conversation.

'Hey do you know 5 seconds of summer?’

You scraped your teeth across your lip as you thought of a reply. 'Sort of. They’re a band right? I think my friend listens to them…’

Less than a minute later, 'Theyre this really cool band. Plus their guitar player has the same name as me and really sick hair :P’

'should I look them up?’ You replied.

'Yeah. Here, click on this link. Its their cover of I Miss You by Blink because I know you love them. pleaseeee listen to it I bet youll love it’

You clicked the link, closing your eyes as the music began. You were actually surprised by the quality of the cover. They were obviously really talented, and you found yourself falling in love with the different voices singing. You ended up clicking another link to a related video, leading you to a song called “Out Of My Limit.” You found yourself listening to song after song, falling more and more in love with the band’s music style as you continued.

Almost two hours later, you finally wrote back. 'WOW I LOVE THEM i really love all the songs but the I Miss You cover is definitely my favorite, i might even like it better than the original tbh. :)’

You had no way of knowing that it was his band that you were fangirling over, no way of knowing how nervous he was while waiting for your feedback. You had no idea that his whole face lit up with a smile when he read your message. In the last month, he had grown very attached to you, despite the fact that you were just a faceless blogger on the internet. He knew that you really seemed to get him, and he valued your opinion. Knowing that you liked his music brought a sense of relief, pride, and happiness.

'I knew you would like them. :) Theyre super punk rock, just like you’

'michael, I’m pretty sure that this band is pop punk’

'Shut up (y/n) they’re punk’

~ four and a half months ago ~

He had known you for a month and a half when he saw a picture of you for the first time. It was a selfie, posted in response to a question from one of your other followers about what you looked like. His eyes widened as he took in the image of your smiling face. He felt like he had been punched in the stomach.

You were gorgeous.

It wasn’t just that you were hot, although you definitely were. You were pretty, in the kind of way that can’t be faked with cosmetics. Your smile lit up your whole face and made his chest feel warm and fuzzy. You apologized in the caption because you were wearing your hair natural; he thought it was beautiful, the way it framed your face and gently caressed your shoulders. Your eyes held so much life and light and depth, he suddenly understood why people said they were a window to the soul. Seeing you for the first time literally took his breath away. The only word he could think of to describe your image was “stunning,” because he was literally taken aback by how attractive you were.

And maybe it was because he already loved your personality. You made him laugh, put a smile on his face, but also gave him new things to think about when your conversations turned deep. Lately he had found himself talking to you at three in the morning with a soft smile on his face and wondering if it was possible to develop a crush on someome you had never met, or even seen. Now, looking into the image of your lovely eyes, he knew it was.

“Ashton!” He grabbed his friend’s arm, dragging him over to look at his laptop screen. “Remember my friend (Y/n)?”

Ashton laughed. “The one who told you Luke was her favorite member of the band last week?”

“Shut up.” Michael glared at him. “Anyway, she just posted a selfie. Look at it.”

Ashton nodded as his eyes swept over the photo. “She’s pretty hot.”

Michael shoved him. “I have dibs!”

“You’ve never even met her, Mike.”

“I don’t care. She’s amazing.”

Ashton peeked at your picture again. “If you like her all that much, you should tell her that you play guitar in her 'new favorite band.’ Invite her to one of our gigs.”

Michael shook his head. “Not yet. I don’t want her to be mad. Let me pretend to be a normal guy for a little bit longer.”

Ashton shrugged. “Okay, man. But with a face like that, I bet there’s other guys who are into her. Guys who live in her town and see her every day. Don’t wait too long.”

~ three months ago ~

You should have been getting ready. You had to leave in under two hours, and you hadn’t even washed your face yet. But you found yourself drifting to your laptop, opening the familiar website and immediately clicking on the message icon. As expected, you had a new ask from Michael.

'Yeah, I definitely agree that its an over rated song. Anyway, got any plans for this weekend?’

You bit your lip as you typed back. 'Yeah, actually. I have a date later tonight.’

When Michael read your reply, his stomach dropped. You had a date. He was jealous of your date, which was ridiculous because he lived on another continent and spent most of his time travelling the world and he had never even met you in real life and he had absolutely no right to be this infatuated with you. But he was. He couldn’t even deny that he had a huge crush on you at this point, to the point where even the boys had noticed and started teasing him about it. But he was trapped on the other side of the world from you, and you were obviously not waiting for him.

His hands might have been shaking a bit as he typed his reply. 'Really? Where is he taking you?’

You sighed. To be honest, you kind of wished it was Michael taking you out tonight. Which made you feel stupid because you had never even seen his face. The one time you asked him to send you a selfie, he said he didn’t want his appearance to change your opinion of him. And you could respect that, you supposed, although you had worried about catfishing several times. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was possible to fall in love with the idea of someone.

'We’re going to a movie, and probably to Starbucks afterwards. He’s meeting me at the theater.’

Michael couldn’t help but think that if it was him, he would pick you up and hold your hand through the whole drive and put his arm around you in the movie and let you cuddle into his side. Maybe he should tell you who he was tonight. He could beg you to cancel your date and fly out to see him, he would pay for everything, he just wanted you to be with him instead of across the world in a dark movie theater with another guy.

But he couldn’t. Because revealing his identity would change everything, and he wasn’t ready for that.

'I hope you have fun, (y/n).’

~ two months ago ~

You had tears in you eyes as you typed. 'So, turns out the whole relationship thing was a no-go’

He felt guilty for the weight that seemed to be lifted off his chest. 'What happened? :(’

'He was sucking face with some other girl in the hall today. I know we weren’t dating that long, but it still hurts ya know?’

He took a deep breath, fingers hovering over the keys before he started typing. 'If you feel comfortable giving me your number, I want to call you so we can talk about it.’

You debated for a solid five minutes. Did you really want to give your phone number out over the Internet? Did you really trust him that much? Then again, you cou always block him if you needed to. You let out a sigh before typing the digits into his ask box.

Your phone rang exactly one and a half minutes later. You clicked the answer button, hands shaking at the thought of hearing your best friend’s voice for the first time. “Hello?”

“(Y/n)?” He was breathless, heart racing at the sound of your sweet voice. “It’s Michael.”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up. His voice was lovely, soft and deep and oddly soothing. He had an accent too. You almost giggled, biting your lips to hold it back. “You’re real. You’re a real person, and I’m talking to you on the phone right now.”

“You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice.” He grinned, locking the door so none of the guys would come in and interrupt you. “You sound perfect.”

You blushed at the compliment. “Thanks, Michael.”

He loved the way you said his name. He almost asked you to say it again, just so he could hear it once more. But then he remembered that there was a reason for this call. “So. What happened, exactly?”

You talked for hours, about your ex-boyfriend, about your home towns, about music, about everything. You could have kept talking for longer, but your eyes were drooping and your head was growing heavy. Eventually, a yawn slipped from your lips, alerting Michael to your situation.

“(Y/n), what time is it there?” The worried undertone in his voice made you smile.

“… About one in the morning.”

“What? You have stuff that you have to do in a few hours! Go to bed.”

You shook you head, even though he couldn’t see you. “I don’t want to. I like talking to you.”

“I love it too, but you have to sleep. I’ll call you again soon.”

You yawned again. “Promise?”

He chuckled. “I promise. Goodnight (y/n).”

“'Night, Michael.”

~ one month ago ~

“(Y/n)?” He was laying in his bunk, whispering so he didn’t wake the others. “Do you believe in love?”

You thought for a moment before answering. “Sure, I guess. I believe in true love and soulmates and stuff. But I also believe that it takes effort, and that each person has more than one possible soul mate. I believe in love, but not the fairy tale kind.”

“What about long distance relationships?” He bit his lip. “Do you think two people in different countries could ever work out?”

“I don’t know.” You replied truthfully. “I think, eventually, one of them would have to move out where the other one lived. You can’t keep up the long distance thing forever, you know?”

“Yeah.” His voice was soft. “Yeah, I know.”

On two opposite sides of the world, two hearts ached in the wake of your words, connected by a phone call and a mutual bond that neither was ready to admit.

~ present day ~

They were in your hometown today. It was all he could think about. When he woke up way too early, he knew he was watching the same sunrise as you. When he got lunch at McDonald’s with Calum, he wondered if you had ever eaten in that restaurant. Any of these neighborhoods could be where you lived, any of the stores could be your favorite shop. There was magic in the air, though he was fairly sure it was just the idea of being close enough to see what you had seen and touch the things you had touched.

You would be in the crowd tonight. It was all he could think about. You had purchased the tickets late, but luckily it was a General Admission venue, so you still had a chance at getting close to the stage. He had decided that tonight was the night. He had to tell you.

You had talked about it on the phone the previous night, discussing every detail of the day. He knew you were planning to get to the venue early, hoping to get a good seat. He smirked at the thought of you wanting to be as close as possible to his band as they performed.

You arrived at the venue several hours before the show, joining the already forming line outside the venue. You felt a bit uncomfortable when you noticed a lot of these girls wearing much less clothing than you. You had heard rumors about groupies, although you personally didn’t believe any of it. These girls obviously did, and they were on the prowl. You hung back away from them, wishing for the dozenth time that day that you had brought a friend.

You felt someone’s hand tap your shoulder. You turned, only to shrink away slightly when you saw one of the huge security guards towering over you. “Ugh, Miss (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?”

“Y-yes?” Your eyes widened, frantically wondering what you had done wrong.

The guard gave you a kind smile. “I have an all access pass for you, ma'am. I’m supposed to bring you inside so you don’t have to wait out here. Follow me, please.”

How did you get a free pass? You wondered if you had won a contest or something. You followed the guy inside, as he lead you through the backstage area before finally stopping. He handed you the plastic pass. “If you’ll wait here, someone will be with you in just a moment.”

You stood awkwardly in the cluttered area, toying with the pass. Eventually, you pulled out your phone. You had a text from Michael: 'Hey :) Having fun at the concert venue?’

You typed a quick reply. 'idek I got here early and some security guy handed me a backstage pass and now I’m in the backstage area but no one is here?? like what’

The reply was almost instant. 'Do you think you’ll meet the bands?’

You shrugged as you typed, 'I have no clue. It’d be cool if I did but rn I’m just v confused’

Once again, he replied immediately. 'You look really cute, (y/n)’

You frowned. 'you can’t see me dear’

To your surprise, your phone started ringing. He was calling you. You answered and brought the device to your ear. “Mikey?”

“Yeah I can, (y/n).” His voice was breathless. “Turn around.”

You slowly turned around, phone still clutched to your ear. A guy stood a few feet behind you, also on the phone. His hair was bright red, his eyebrow pierced, his lips spreading into a huge grin. He was staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. When he spoke, his voice was echoed through your phone. “Hey. It’s me.”

“Michael Clifford.” You eyed him suspiciously, placing your free hand on your hip. “No freaking way.”

“Way.” He corrected, stepping cautiously towards you. “Very much way. Look.” He showed you his phone, where there were hundreds of text messages from you. “It’s me, (y/n). Are you mad?” His green eyes scanned you face apprehensively, searching for rejection.

“No.” You smirked, hanging up and putting your phone away. “I’m really glad you’re not a fourteen year old loser or a sixty year old pedophile.”

“So is it okay if I hug you?” He was hopeful but suddenly shy. He’d waited so long, and here you were. Real. Right in front of him. And so much more gorgeous in person, although he previously wouldn’t have believed it possible.

Instead of responding, you threw yourself into his arms, literally jumping on him and wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He stumbled back, wrapping his own arms around you so tightly, as if he was afraid of letting go. You buried your face in his chest, sighing happily. “You could have just told me it was your band, buttface.”

He laughed, kissing the top of your head. “I wanted to be sure you liked me for me. And then I was just scared. I thought you’d be mad that I lied to you.”

“I’m not mad.” You whispered, lifting your head to look at him. “Best surprise ever.”

He smiled, his breath once again taken away by how close you were, finally. “You’re beautiful, (y/n).”

“You’re not bad yourself, Mr. Clifford.” You giggled. “This is the best day ever.”

He laughed. “Does that mean you’re never going to get down?” He indicated the fact that he was still holding you, your limbs wrapped around him.

“Nope.” You shook your head playfully. “You have to perform on stage like this.”

His lips met your cheek before you even saw it coming, instantly bringing a warm blush to your cheeks. His mouth lingered by your ear, whispering gently. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this.”

“Almost as long as I’ve wanted you to.” You whispered back, kissing the tip of his nose.

He grinned, gently setting you down and lacing his hand with yours. “Come to lunch with me?”

You nodded. “Of course. Our first real-life date.”

He nodded squeezing your hand. “First of many, I hope.”