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Pinky Promise (pt. 1 of my Le Duo verse)

Pairing(s): Luke Evans/Josh Gad

Summary: Luke isn’t intimidated by a simple babysitting gig, okay? He really isn’t. He’s performed live in front of massive audiences on West End and seen his face on the big screen all around the world. Needless to say, he’s definitely not scared of some little girls. Especially not Josh Gad’s adorable little girls. Nope, not scared at all.

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The front door is pretty average; tall and sturdy and probably a little expensive, but plain. Certainly nothing to be intimidated by. Except that Luke knows the man of his dreams is just behind that door. And with him, his beautiful wife and two daughters. God, he really should just turn around and feign some deadly illness because the whole situation is too absurd.

When Josh had asked him for a favor, Luke had foolishly agreed without knowing anything, jumping at any opportunity to please like an overeager puppy. He hadn’t realized that the favor would involve going just long enough without seeing Josh to make Luke really miss him and then sleeping over at Josh’s house with the two most important little people in his friend’s life. It was all a giant domestic tease that Luke wasn’t sure he could handle.

Luke never thought that he would be trying to get into Gaston’s headspace outside of shooting Beauty and the Beast (because really, who would willingly put themselves in that guy’s headspace for any other reason?), but he found himself taking out his phone and pulling up the camera app, trying to let courage show through his eyes on the screen as he channeled his character’s outrageous self-confidence.

“You are Luke Evans, and you are clever, kind, and incredibly fun to be around. You are the perfect babysitter, and you have noth
ing to worry about.”

He cocked an eyebrow for effect, starting to feel even less self-assured at how silly he looked, when he heard the door unlatch. He immediately shoved his phone in his pocket and felt heat rising to his cheeks as the door swung open and he looked up into Josh’s amused eyes.

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to-move-on-means-to-grow  asked:

Hi~ I have to say that I just discovered this gem of a blog a few days ago and I already love it and I'm checking it everyday *u* I was wondering if I can request a scenario (I just want to be sure) unless the ask box is closed for scenarios as well. If it's okay with you, I would like to ask for the Dry Series, but with RapMon (just as fluffy as the one with V and same stuff with his gf not being ready yet) Ok, I'm rambling too much :)) Good luck with the other requests and in real life too :D

*Warning: Explicit Content

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Here, Kitty, Kitty

Hey, guess who got only 3 hours of sleep last night but decided it would be a good idea to do some writing anyways? Spoiler alert: it’s me.


Ectober Day 1- Black Cat

Characters: Danny Fenton

Note: Danny’s in college, if that’s not clear.

Warning: Some swearing.


No one knew where the cat had come from. She had showed up on campus a few years ago and had stayed around, lurking in the shadows and always disappearing when animal control came to get her. Of course, being a black cat, the students started a rumor that whoever saw the cat would have misfortune fall upon them for an entire semester. With the rumor going around, it was no wonder the cat gained a bad reputation.

Danny had first heard about the cat near Thanksgiving during his freshman year at the college. He had made a mental note to learn more about it back then but between school and ghost duties, it slowly faded from his mind.

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Spiders

this is something I wrote for my dA, BUT, because I like how it turned out, I want to share it also with you guys ;D cute, Superfamily fic ahead! the bonus scene idea comes from berry–gum after she read the fic! 

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Spiders

Peter, age 5

“This is Agent Romanoff. The target is getting closer.”

Natasha was in a middle of the mission. A dangerous one. The kind of mission that required stealth from her, and her all focus and strength in order to succeed. She was hiding behind the corner, patiently waiting for a good opportunity. When the time finally came, she launched herself from behind the corner, tackling the person to the ground and rolling.

Peter squeaked happily, wrapped in his aunt and laughing when she started to roll. During the whole process, Natasha held him close, making sure that there would be no harm done to the little boy. 

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anonymous asked:

80 or 87 Jerza please? Also, if you had to pick a magic to have in Fairy Tail, what would you choose?

but wait! before you read the one-shot, let me first answer the question: if I had to pick a magic to have in FT, what would I choose?

  • waterbending by far. so like juvia’s ability, I guess? i really identify with the element of water (lol swimmer’s unite!) and if bloodbending comes in the same package, holy hell of course i’m going to take it.

87 | “You were never just my friend.”

notes: Apologies for the delay in this drabble request, dear anon! You’ve probably forgotten that you requested it so…well enjoy! Ahahaha. I’m not entirely sure what happened. I just wrote. ;) So forgive me for sloppy character resolutions.
10for10k: 1260 (cumulative: 7630)


He raises both hands to his mouth to breathe hot air onto his winter-frigid fingers, and when he pulls his hands apart to tuck them back into his pockets, he’s surprised to find a very familiar shade of red before him.

“E-Erza,” he stutters.

Suddenly he doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

He almost loses his balance on his skates.

“Hey,” she replies. She looks off to the left briefly before meeting his eyes again. “Do you mind if we share the ice?”

He glances down at her skates—these are new.

Of course, they’re new. How could they have been the same ones she wore back when she was in high school? Now that she’s a few years older, she’s definitely inched out of the white sequin-covered skates she used to don so proudly.

He realizes that she’s still waiting for his answer when the silence between them stretches long.

“Yeah, of course,” he finally replies.

She gives him a brilliant smile. “Great!” she thanks him, and turns on her heel to glide away.

Is that it? Is he just going to let her—

“Erza—“

But she’s already gone, her scarlet hair rippling behind her, the tatters of her old faded light blue scarf desperately hanging onto her neck in the headwind.

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