i've always wanted to meet even one of you guys face to face

and when you start to feel the rush

Summary: dan’s never had sex with a boy and he wonders what it’s like.  phil says that he can show him. (literally just 2009 first time porn with minimal plot)

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: smut (blowjob, butt sex ya know the whole deal), swearing

A/N: i literally haven’t written in almost two months but for some reason i felt possessed to write practically 6k words of porn in two days so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who even knows at this point tbh (title from Heaven in Hiding by Halsey)

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Dan had never really been so sure about liking boys.  Sure, he had identified as bisexual for a few years now and he liked the way that felt.  It certainly seemed like a label that fit when he thought about all the cute boys he saw in movies and a couple that he had brief crushes on over the years.  But more often than not it seemed like the other boys his age were too brash and loud.  And yeah, most of the time he was like that, because after all, he was young too.  They were all just trying to figure things out and they would probably calm down with age.  

Nevertheless, this made Dan feel like he would never actually like a boy enough to want to date one.  He wanted someone that he could have an emotional connection with too, not just something physical like all the boys he met at parties seemed to want.

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anonymous asked:

The "i've never made a prompt before" prompt: I like the idea of Patton being smarter than he lets on (like making that ass-et joke and knowing infinitesimal), so maybe a fic of the others finding out that Patton isn't a clueless moron? (possible logicality thrown in?) I hope you get inspired by this! :)

A/N: this probably isn’t Exactly what you wanted, but i sure hope it’s close enough. Enjoy xo
Warning: Patton is too adorable for this world
WC: 1.4K
Pairing: Allusions to Logicality (if you squint)

In which Patton continues to surprise everyone without taking a single breath

It’s not that Logan thought Patton was stupid, per say, he just thought he was… not smart.

Okay, so maybe he a little bit thought Patton was stupid.

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Wait for You

Requested: Can you do one where you wake up in the middle of the night and shawn is awake next to you and he’s scared that when he goes on tour you’re going to break up with him and you reassure him that you’ll call him as much as you can and that you guys will make it through


Your name: submit What is this?


Pulled out of your peaceful sleep, you open your eyes. Rolling over onto your side,you glance over to your boyfriend, expecting him to be fast asleep. Surprisingly, you catch him staring up at the ceiling, but he looks over to you when he notices that you’re moving. “Why are you up?” You question, your voice raspy and full of sleepiness. Letting him wrap his arms around you, you breathe in his scent, and treasure the feeling of being this close to him. You’re even more aware of how special these little moments are right now because he’s leaving the next evening for tour, while you have to stay behind because of work and school.

“I’m just thinking, I’m sorry I woke you.” He says, lightly kissing you on the head, “Go back to sleep.”

You hear in his voice that something is bothering him, “You didn’t wake me. What are you thinking about?” You question. You can sleep when he’s gone. And after tonight, you know you won’t be able to wake up in his arms for almost a month, so while you still can, you want to take advantage of every moment, even if it means you’ll be tired in the morning.

“Leaving,” He admits as his grip unconsciously tightens around you.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

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anonymous asked:

please let loose and give me any, and I mean ANY, fluffy Bakugo headcanons

thank you for allowing me to go on a tangent, friend.

Originally posted by krispscribs

Random Katsuki Bakugou headcanons that are varying degrees of fluffy and that I’ve had in my head for forever

+ likes having his hair played with but will never, ever admit it; gets extremely angry if someone stops playing with his hair before he tells them to. Makes sounds akin to a large cat purring while it’s happening

+ Kirishima is his best friend, he will fight anyone that insults him; Monoma has almost died twice for picking on Kirishima’s quirk. He also goes well out of his way to make Kirishima feel better

+ sleeps with 3 pillows; two regular pillows at the head of his bed so no matter what side of the bed he’s on, he’s got a pillow, but the third is a body pillow so he can lock his arms and legs around it. He’s a cuddler, but he’s gonna kill anyone who finds out unless it’s his s/o

+ even though he outwardly despises Izuku, he will still defend him from people who insult him for no reason, as only he is allowed to insult Deku, fuck off

+ is really into traditional activities, like obon and tanabata. He doesn’t miss shrine visits, either, and he has a bunch of omamori on his bookshelf, mostly for academic success, strength, good health, and wealth because those are things important to him

+ loves giving his s/o ridiculously insulting nicknames, enjoys it even more if they do it back to him; Bakugou: hey, bitchface s/o: what do you want, assrag Bakugou: I love your fucking face *pulls them into a hug* it’s stupid, and it’s mine

+ is into photography, has several very expensive cameras in his dorm room, and he likes taking candid pictures of the Baku Squad; his favorite subjects are Kirishima and Kaminari, though, because they are both good looking people and are always up to something. He also feels weird taking pictures of girls, he doesn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about why he does it, so he sticks mostly to the guys in the class when he takes pictures, but he does have some really nice pictures of Ashido, Yaoyorozu, and Asui

+ on his classmates’ birthdays, he cooks their favorite foods if they’re together; for Todoroki’s birthday, he makes a special zaru soba with noodles he made himself, for Kirishima’s birthday takes the Baku Squad out to yakiniku and cooks for Kirishima though everyone else is on their own since he’s not their mom, and he even makes katsudon for Izuku on his birthday because he knows it’s his favorite and it’s a way to apologize for his actions without actually having to say sorry

+ can and will nap anywhere if he’s really tired; on the couch in the common room, his bed, on Kirishima’s floor if they’ve been studying and he just dozes off, in the library while leaning against a bookshelf this scared one of the second year students once, and once he even fell asleep during a survival exercise at Ground Beta; he won the exercise, no one managed to find and capture him.

+ if he stays up past a certain point, he becomes friendly; of course, before that he gets increasingly more ill-tempered, but after a certain point of sleep deprivation, he just becomes a very friendly, touchy person, and he smiles genuinely. The firs time this happens, everyone is terrified because there’s no way that’s Bakugou

+ he’s got deep insecurities about his personality and his ability to become a hero, and one of the only people that can pull him out of a funk that’s induced by thinking about that is his mom; he’s a momma’s boy, even if he’s always calling her an Old Bat and a Hag

+ his family is very important to him, and he wants to make his parents happy; he sends his parents some of the pictures he takes of his classmates, so that they can see how he’s doing now that he doesn’t live at home anymore. On days off, he’ll go visit them, or meet his mom out somewhere for a mother-son lunch date, because he misses her

+ although he’s always been determined to become a hero and is going to accept nothing less than becoming the top hero in the world, he’s given considerable thought to alternative career paths; both his parents are in fashion, he enjoys designing have you seen his costume, he designed that by himself and it is amazing in function and aesthetics but prefers photography; despite wanting to be rich and famous, he hates the idea of modeling and would much rather be on the other side of the camera

+ is the kind of person to point out everything wrong in a movie; look at that dumbass, you can see the boom mic, they forgot to fill in that green screen! That’s not what color that character’s eyes are in the book! That is not how physics work those sharks are not in that fucking water cyclone fuck off

+ has a lot of All Might merch, just like Izuku, except he left it all at home before moving into Heights Alliance because he’s not a fucking nerd like Deku

+ is surprisingly fond of ballads, but really likes rock music; rock ballads are great

+ likes slow dancing with his partner in the kitchen while waiting for dinner to finish cooking (I’ve posted this before in another request but I had to include it here too)

+ asks Kaminari and Jirou for new music, ends up really liking TUBE because Kaminari showed him N A T S U and it just was catchy

+ is one of the best singers in the entirety of Class 1-A, but doesn’t sing very much when everyone goes out to karaoke, because it’s stupid and he doesn’t like the astounded looks on everyone’s faces when they find out he’s got a good voice

+ his favorite Disney girl is Mulan because she’s a badass, he wanted to marry her as a little kid and didn’t talk to his mom for two weeks after she told him Mulan wasn’t real and he couldn’t marry her

anonymous asked:

I've just watched Grease and all I could think about was how deeply we need a bughead/grease fic (Love your fics by the way)

I’ll try! Thankyou!

“Dibs!” Reggie Mantle came scrambling through the cafeteria doors, Moose Mason had his arms around the Asian boys neck.

“No way! I saw her first. You can’t call dibs you only saw the back of her!”

Reggie grinned goofily, adjusting his collar
“And that is all I needed to see my friend.” He wiggled his eyebrows as Moose pouted dramatically.

“Whatever, it ain’t like she’ll go for a turkey like you anyway, hey Jughead! Archie! ready for another year at Riverdale High?”
Moose was gentle and definitely the sweetest of all the Serpents, he was dumb as a bag of rocks but he was loyal to a fault.

Archie was leaning lazily against the table, his guitar slung over his back, hair perfectly coiffed back and a switchblade in his hand.

“Sure am. I’m finally gonna get Ronnie Lodge to let me in that tiny little skirt of hers.” Archie Andrews was cocky but there was a childish playfulness he carried on his shoulders, it’s what made he and Jughead the perfect pair of Best friends.

Reggie high fived the redhead and turned to Jughead who was casually sitting on top of the table

“What about you Jughead? You meet any birds this summer?”

They all looked up to the dark haired leader of the group. He had an air about him that made him desirable, his effortless aura and dangerous eyes made girls want to have him and guys want to be him.

A cigarette dangled from his lips, the heavy leather jacket snug on his broad shoulders, his hair was similar to Archie’s minus the fact that one strand seemed to always be dangling in the handsome bad boys face.

“Met myself a real pretty doll. Spent the whole summer with her.” His smirk is wicked but in actuality she’s all that’s run through his mind since the week she left.

Jughead Jones met Betty Cooper the second week of summer, he had been working at the Drive in movie theatre just a few feet away from sweet water river when he saw her. The damn near prettiest cat on this side of town.

She was the kind of girl his sister used to cut out pictures of in magazines, Jellybean would tape cut up pictures of blonde long legged models from Better Homes and Gardens magazine all over her bedroom. Betty Cooper had the longest legs he’d ever seen on a chick, tanned, toned and put on display in her high waisted navy blue swimsuit. He could remember vividly they way her pinned back honey blonde curls had fallen down her back as she laid her towel by the river, perfect view from Jugheads projection booth.

It took about two days before he had the courage to speak to her, I mean he was The Jughead Jones and here he was getting all types of tongue tied in front of some bird.

He’d stormed over to her, running a comb through his wavy locks
“Hey pretty lady, whaddaya say I treat you to a malt at Pops?”

She had looked at him from under her sunglasses before she gripped his hand and tugged him towards the water

“Well, I’d much rather swim.”

That’s what started it all, Jughead was soaked to the bone still in his leather jacket as Betty bounced through the waves, the two teens laughing until their stomachs hurt. It had been an amazing summer but eventually it had to end, Betty would be going the private school in Pembrooke and Jughead would be back in Riverdale. Their last kiss overlooking the water was still burned on his lips.

“You go all the way with her?” Archie broke him out of his thoughts, all three boys leaning into head Jugheads answer.

With a fake laugh and a cocky shrug of his shoulders Jughead grinned

“You could say it was a summer of love.”

All three boys Hollered and clapped him on the back.

“Yeah well, I’ll bet your chick had nothing on the new girl, betcha ain’t never seen legs like this before.” Reggie was practically drooling “I only knows that because she tripped in the hall and her skirt went flying, swear to god I almost got a look at her.. panties.”

Jughead rolled his eyes, he’d had all the girls in this school and none of them were even close to what he had with Betty.

“Speaking of birds, here come the Pink Ladies.”
Moose bent forward his eyes nearly hugging out at Cheryl Blossoms way too short skirt. “Hey! They got the new girl with them!” He shouted over his shoulder. Jughead grinned, sauntering forward to meet his ex flame.

“Cheryl Blossom” he acknowledged a cocky smirk gracing his features. She grinned right back, Cheryl had been fun but the girl was way too much like himself. Reggie swooped in and gripped her hand

“Summer did you real nice Cheryl.” He grinned snakeshily.

“Save it Reggie, I’m just here to introduce you to our new friend well …maybe not so new from what I’ve heard.

Suddenly Veronica was shoving Betty forward as she stumbled in her Mary Janes, landing directly in front of Jughead, his eyes widened almost comically as he clutched Betty’s waist

“Betty?! What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Pembrooke.”

He had the goofiest smile on his face as she laughed daintily

“My father transferred, I’m going to River dale now!” She clutched his upper arms

Jughead opened his mouth to speak but the clearing of throats behind him and confused faces of his friends shook him out of his Betty induced trance, he took a step back pulling his comb back out and laughing deeply, the noise sounding foreign even to him. He had a reputation to uphold and he wasn’t about to let some chick wreck that for him.

“That’s cool baby, maybe I’ll catch you around.” He replied lazily.

Betty’s eyes went wide
“But Jughead.. why are you acting like this, this isn’t you.” The look of hurt and betrayal broke his heart as he tore his eyes away.

“This is me baby, I’m just being Jughead.”

Betty took a shuddering breathe and stepped away.

“Well if this is who you are I don’t want to know you. Goodbye Jughead Jones.” Her bright green eyes filled with tears as she ran away Veronica shooting him a nasty glance as she ran after her new friend.

Cheryl shook her head

“You’re one hell of a guy Jones.” With that she turned, Josie and Valerie hot on her tail.

He watched them go, a lump heavy in his chest before he turned back to his friends.

“What a weird chick.” He cleared his throat.

It was silent for a moment before Archie responded

“She was a pretty bird though.”

Earning a smack on the head from his heart broken best friend.

Nemesis Mine

Chapter 1

Chapter 2. Baz.

Simon is starting to heal. It’s been a few days and I’ve been watching him almost constantly, usually when he’s not paying attention (I’m always looking at him when he’s not paying attention). I notice the way he carries himself and how he never flinches when his shoulder or his arm brushes against a wall or bumps into another student, so I finally decide that he’s really fine. He hasn’t been seriously hurt.

He looks up and smiles when I walk into our room, collapsing in my desk chair.

‘Hey, Baz,’ he says. ‘Long day?’

Simon communicates in shrugs and fragmented sentences. We’ve been roommates since we both started at Watford at the beginning of the year and after a few weeks I realised it’s just the way he is.

‘You have no idea,’ I say with a groan. ‘My tutor is a complete git.’

He’s flicking a pen back and forth between his fingers, and it flies across the room. He blushes and laughs.

Simon also blushes easily. I try not to have too much fun with it.

‘Look, do you want to go out for dinner?’ he says casually once he’s retrieved the pen. He sets it down on the desk and folds his arms.

I raise an eyebrow. Simon loves the food we get in the dining hall, especially the fact that our meals are included in our accommodation and are already paid for, meaning he can eat as much as he wants.

‘I would love to,’ I say, and his entire being seems to light up. (Fuck.) ‘But I can’t. I’m behind on my assignment, and I’m busy tonight.’

He pouts. ‘Behind as in due in a week, right?’

I roll my eyes. ‘Yeah, so?’

‘So that’s not behind by most people’s standards, smart-ass.’

I smirk. ‘Fine. I’m barely on time with my assignment.’

‘Great, then you can go out with me,’ he says with a winning smile.

Words, Simon, I want to chide him. He’ll either not use them at all, or he uses them to imply things that he probably doesn’t mean.

‘Nope. Sorry, Simon, but I really am busy.’

Sometimes I just want to say fuck the superhero life and walk away from my family. I’d much rather go out for dinner with Simon than go chasing bad guys. (The chasing itself isn’t even so bad. It’s what comes after.)

‘Doing what?’ He sticks out his chin and stares me down, defying me not to give him a straight answer.

Oh, Simon. I wouldn’t lie to you if I didn’t have to.

‘Meeting friends,’ I say, avoiding his eyes.

Meeting friends in dark alleys in the middle of the night. That’s what I always imply, and it sounds dodgy enough that he knows not to ask any more questions. I suppose Simon thinks I’m in some sort of gang or something. It seemed like the most plausible excuse as to why I keep coming back hurt late at night. Soccer practice stopped sounding believable after the first two weeks.

‘Right, meeting friends,’ he echoes. ‘Guess I’ll see you later then.’

‘Yeah, later, Simon.’

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anonymous asked:

Ask box is open!! Okay, can I please have scenario with Oikawa with the soulmate au where the first words they say to you are on your wrist? Maybe something unexpected, and with the College Au or Celebrity Au? I'm not sure whichever I like better ^^; I wish I could think of the first words, but depending on which Au... anyways, thank you, and love your blog! It really brightens my day and I've been checking it for a year. Keep up the good work; Love you guys!! <3

Aw, I’m so glad you’re enjoying this blog! I’ve decided to go with the Celebrity AU. :)

-Admin Lana

The world was waiting for the day when J-Pop icon, Oikawa Tooru, announced the reunion of his soulmate. It was safe to say that thousands of men and women alike we’re vying that they were the lucky person who was soul bound to the celebrity, some going as far as to tattoo new phrases to their wrists in desolate hope. Admittedly, you were a fan of the man himself, enjoying his songs that were released and enjoyed watching the music videos that came out. You’ve even managed to attend a concert or two, something worthwhile despite the cost. Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to be in love with a man like him, but no good ever came out of empty wishes. You simply hoped that you would find your own soulmate in time.

A smile crossed your face as a familiar song played on the speakers in the coffee shop. It was a light tune, one that had you bouncing on your heels as you fixed an espresso for a customer. Working in a small scale shop like this always improved your mood. Moving from behind the counter, you made your way to a table situated in the far back corner, the space mostly occupied by students needing a quiet space to study or those who didn’t want to be bothered by the hustle and bustle of others.

“Here you go, sir. One vanilla bean espresso and a blueberry scone.” You called out cheerily, gently setting the items on the table. The man glanced up from beneath glasses, a hat covering his head. But you knew that face all too well, it was on your tv screen more often than not. Your mouth fell open in shock, not believing that a celebrity was in your coffee shop.

Brown eyes widened as he realized that you recognized who he was despite the disguise. “Please, for the love of god, do not scream!” His voice was hushed as he hurriedly pulled you to sit down, a finger pressed against your parted lips.

Almost immediately you looked to your wrist, watching as the words slowly darkened. For years, you wondered who or what the context was behind the words tatted to your wrist, and now the pieces were finally coming together. “You might find this hard to believe, but I think you’re my soulmate…” Displaying your arm, you watched as the man observed it, eyes widening for a moment, before a knowing look crossed his expression.

Oikawa leaned back, rolling up his sleeves to show his own tattoo that had darkened as well, the first words you had uttered to him. “I finally found you after all these years.” He breathed, hands coming to gently cup your face, almost to make sure that you were real. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”

It amazed you how calm you were being after finding out that a celebrity you looked up to was your soul bound lover. This was something that you only read in books or saw in movies. “Yo-you’re okay with being with someone like me? I’m not any of those actresses or idols that you’ve been with.” It was only natural to have this reaction, the women he’s been with prior were among model tiers.

He simply shook his head and smiled, his joy contagious. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re my soulmate and that’s all I could ask for.” The idol paused, taking note of your uniform. “Ah, I’m sorry, you’re working right now. I don’t want to cause any more trouble, but would you mind meeting up sometime later this week?”

Your heart swelled, fumbling in your apron pocket for the notepad you kept handy, scribbling your name and number. “That would be great, I look forward to hearing from you.” He opened his mouth to say something, but fell short as your name wasting called. You mouthed ‘sorry’ before shuffling away from the table, but not before he winked and blew a kiss your way. If things continued like this, your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

The only thing you had to worry about now as how his fans were going to react once they found out that Oikawa Tooru found his soulmate.

anonymous asked:

I've been dying for a cute egobang first kiss fic where maybe nsp is offered a residency in Vegas or something, & Brian leaves it up to Danny. Arin and Dan both realize this is a HUGE opportunity, but Dan is searching for a reason to stay.

i swear i was writing fluff what happened

also this is the most heart-wrenching idea I’ve ever heard and i love it

enjoy this angsty egobang with exasperated ross and patient brian!!


“So, what do you think?”

Danny stared, dumbfounded, at the offer set before him. It was great, amazing, even—after all, isn’t this what he and Brian had worked so hard for?

“What do I think? This is perfect! I mean, they’re offering us a record label and so much publicity, not to mention a worldwide tour!” Danny felt lightheaded as he read the points Brent had laid out. Brian, too, seemed rather speechless. Brent shifted in his seat.

“Well, I’m glad you’re excited, but…there is a catch.”

A ball formed in Danny’s throat as he looked up. Brent wouldn’t quite meet his eye. “Really? What’s the catch?”

Brent cleared his throat. “You’d be based in Las Vegas.”

Danny and Brian exchanged confused glances.

“They want you to do a biweekly show there. Meaning, you’d have to move.” Brent pressed his lips together. “You’d have to quit Gru//mps.”

Danny felt his stomach drop and his face went white. Brian reached out in alarm as Danny swayed in his seat. “Dan? You okay? You don’t look good.”

Gripping the table, Danny took a deep breath before replying. “I-I’m fine. Just…surprised.” He glanced at Brian. Brian was the other half of N//SP, and he’d be uprooting his family to pursue this dream. He had just as much of a say as Danny. “What do you think, Brian?”

The older man leaned back, rubbing his wedding ring absentmindedly. He always did this when he was deep in thought. “Honestly, it’s an amazing deal. My wife would be thrilled for us.” He bit his lip. “Audrey is young enough that I suppose we could find a nice neighborhood outside of the main city. It seems like a dream come true.” His eyes flicked to Danny, hesitant. “In the end, though…I’ll leave the decision to you.”

“Me?” Danny squeaked.

Brian nodded. “I’d be content to stay here just the same, but I know how big an offer this is and how it’d skyrocket our band. At the end of the day, you’re really the one to decide what happens next.”

Danny stared at the paper. “I…I need time. To think.”

Brent nodded, collecting the papers. “Of course. You’ve still got a week to get back to the producers. Besides, I think there’s a certain person you need to talk to, Dan.”

None of the three men said anything, but one name lingered in the air between them.



 Danny wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he broke the news to Arin, but seeing his best friend’s eyes light up at the prospect of what this meant for N//SP made his heart hurt.

Arin was always happy for him. Arin always did whatever he could to help him and make sure his dreams came true. It was always Arin.

“The thing is…we’d have to move to Vegas,” Danny finished, his voice small. “I’d have to…move away.”

The light in Arin’s eyes dimmed as he processed this, and Danny could only imagine what was going through his mind. Arin had already lost one co-host that moved away to pursue something else. His chest squeezed.

Arin sat back, running his fingers through his hair. It was a common habit, but today Danny found himself paying close attention to every move Arin made.

Finally, he replied. “Listen, Dan, this is an enormous opportunity. This doesn’t come along very often, you know.”

Danny couldn’t breathe.

“So, if you want to do this, then…you have my full support. I’m sure everyone in the office would agree with me.” Arin smiled. “I’m so proud of you guys. This is an honor for N//SP, and sometimes you just gotta take the risk.”

Danny felt like his head was full of cotton balls. A sick feeling was creeping along in his chest. He swallowed.

“You want me to go?”

The question was flat, and Arin blinked.

“Of course. I know how much this must mean to you.”

The sickness overflowed, and Danny found his face going red, with a feeling he couldn’t identify swirling in the pit of his stomach. “Fine.”

He sounded curt, and hurt flashed in Arin’s eyes, adding a feeling of guilt to the cesspool already brewing inside Danny. But he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Dude, what’s up with you? I told you, I don’t mind. I’m happy for you.”

Danny stood at those words. He wasn’t even sure where these feelings were coming from, but bitterness spiked its way into his voice. “Yeah. I get that.”

Confusion melted into anger. “Dan, seriously, what the hell?”

His fists balled. A million words raced through his mind, but he ended up just snapping, “We’ll be gone in a week.”

Arin looked so stunned he didn’t even reply as Danny stalked out of the room.


 He felt so miserable.

They were due to give their answer the following morning, but he still couldn’t bring himself to call. Brian had been waiting patiently for Danny’s choice. As far as the other Gru//mps knew, the pair had already accepted the offer. Word of Arin and Danny’s little spat had spread quickly, and Brian had wisely not told anyone that the choice was still to be made.

Danny had avoided the Space all week. It wasn’t fair to his coworkers and it certainly wasn’t fair to Arin, who was undoubtedly doing all he could to find a new co-host in such a short time, but his heart hurt too much to face Arin again.

He still replayed his own words in his head. Why did I say that?

Where had all that anger come from? Arin hadn’t been mean or forbade Danny from leaving. In fact, he’d seemed happy for him to go to Vegas.

Ouch. Maybe that’s what stung.

But there was a deeper reason, one Danny refused to think about. He’d put off thinking about it for months.

As he sat on his couch, thinking, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He checked the peephole, only to see Ross standing on the other side.

Swallowing, he opened the door. “Hey, Ross. What’re you doing here?”

“Don’t bullshit me,” Ross rolled his eyes, walking into Danny’s house without preamble. “We need to talk.”

Danny closed the door, following Ross to the living room, where they sat. Ross regarded Danny, his eyes unreadable.

“You owe Arin an apology.”

Ross’s voice was matter-of-fact, but Danny still flinched. “Yeah. I know.”

“You had no right to snap at him. He’s been sad and anxious all week, you know. He thinks he did something wrong.” Ross’s mouth tightened.

Danny felt his throat close. “I…”

“But as mad as I am at you, I guess I should cut you some slack,” Ross interrupted. “If the person I’m in love with told me they supported the fact I was leaving them, I’d be pretty upset, too.”

Danny squeaked, then, realizing Ross wasn’t playing games, dropped his head into his hands. “How long have you known?”

“About four months ago.” Ross watched him. “It wasn’t like you were subtle about it.”

Danny was silent. “I just…didn’t want to think about it. I’m scared, Ross.”

There. He’d said it.

“I know, Dan, but enough is enough.” Ross’s words drilled into him. “I get being scared to confess. Especially like this. But you’re hurting him. He’s too thickheaded to understand why you’re upset. I’m guessing you just want an excuse to stay.”

Ross, as usual, had hit the nail on the head. Danny withered.

“What am I supposed to do, Ross? This is a great opportunity. I can’t just—”

“I don’t give a shit!” Ross snapped suddenly, his eyebrows knitted together. “I don’t care. You have an opportunity here, too. And this is an opportunity no one else will ever have. I couldn’t give less of a fuck about bands and labels and tours if it means Arin will be left like that.”

Danny knew he was right. He’d never forgive himself, either.

“You need to come to a compromise.” Ross sounded gentler. “I get it, Dan. But at the very least, whatever you decide to do, Arin deserves an explanation. Maybe he’ll even give you the excuse to stay you’re looking for.”

It was quiet for a while. The pair sat, one mulling over his troubled heart and the other waiting for a response.

Danny’s voice came out soft. “Where is he?”

Ross met his gaze. “He’s at the Space.”

Danny stood, and reached forward to wrap his arms around Ross. “Thank you. I needed that.”

“Anytime,” Ross grinned, watching Danny go. “Good luck.”


 The door creaked open slowly as Danny stuck his head into the Space. Timidly, he shut the door, hearing the familiar clacking of a keyboard from another room. That could only be Arin, staying up working on something.

He thanked his lucky stars the office was empty as he made his way to where Arin’s desk was stationed. A million things ran through his mind, but they all evaporated when Arin looked up and spotted him.

Arin’s mouth hardened, and Danny wanted to cry. He shifted. “Hey.”

There was a small silence, and slowly, Arin stood.

“Hey?” Anger was already building as he spoke. “Hey? You avoid me for an entire week after yelling at me and the only thing you can say is hey?!”

Danny flinched. “Listen, I know you’re mad—”

Arin laughed humorlessly. “Mad? Why would I be mad? Because my best friend dropped a fucking bombshell on me, then proceeded to snap at me when I tried to support him, then wouldn’t talk to me at all during a very important goddamn week? Is that why I’d be mad?”

“Look, Ar, just listen to me!” Danny tried, impatience edging into his voice. “You’re right, okay? But there was a reason!”

Anger was sparking in Arin’s eyes, and Danny had never been on the receiving end of it before. But there was more than just anger—there was hurt.

“A reason?” Arin yelled. “Go ahead, tell me your bullshit reason for being a dick when I was trying to help you!”

“Help me?” Danny snapped. “You don’t fucking understand!”

“Oh, I don’t understand? Okay, well, enlighten me then! Unless you’re ready to just trot off to Vegas and forget about me!”

“Shut the fuck up! You know that isn’t true!”

“Yeah? Could’ve fooled me!” Arin was snarling. “What’d you want me to say, huh? What the hell was I supposed to say to that? It’s like you don’t want me to be excited for you!”

“Well, maybe I fucking don’t!” Danny exploded. “Maybe I don’t want you to be excited, ever think of that? Maybe I wanted you to tell me not to go. Maybe I wanted you to say that you’d miss me too much. And yeah, maybe I was a total dick.” His voice had gotten soft. “And…shit, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Arin. But I just…I just didn’t want to leave you.”

Arin’s fire had burnt out. He was staring at Danny, lost. “Why didn’t you just tell me, then?”

Danny kicked the ground, feeling tears of frustration leak from his eyes. “Because I’m scared, Arin. I’m terrified. I’m in love with you, okay? I fucking love you. And then you say you’re happy for me, and I know it’s selfish, dammit, but I more than anything I wanted you to say that you don’t want me to go.”

Arin seemed frozen, and Danny reached up to wipe his own tears away. “I’m sorry.” He was crying in earnest now. “I know I was an idiot, but I didn’t want to tell you like this, and I was scared of what you’d say, I was scared of this new opportunity, and most of all, I was fucking terrified at the thought of losing you.”

Finally, Arin moved. He reached slowly to Danny, hesitantly wrapping his arms around him. “It’s okay. Fuck, Dan, c’mere.”

Danny buried his face in Arin’s chest, feeling all his anxiety and fear being replaced with calm and warmth. Arin patted his back comfortingly, and Danny sighed.

“I’m sorry I was a dick, Arin.”

“It’s okay. I get it now. I’m sorry, too. I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”

Arin looked at Danny, a gentle smile having replaced his angry frown. “I guess you should know that I’m in love with you, too.”

Danny felt his heart skip a beat. “Really?”

“Yeah. Why d’you think I was so upset this week? I wanted to lock you up in the Space and never let you go.” Arin laughed. “But I knew I had to try and support you, even if it meant you’d leave.” He paused. “I guess we’re both a couple of fucking idiots, huh?”

“Goddammit, Ross knew this whole time, that bastard!” Danny laughed, leaning his forehead against Arin’s. “He talked some sense into me.”

“Remind me to thank him.”

They stood there, content, letting their rampant emotions settle down a bit before Arin spoke again.

“Alright, in all honesty this time, Danny, if you left I’d be fucking miserable and I’d miss you like hell and probably drag you back, but I know it’s important to you and if I can help you, I will. I love you and I’m happy if you’re happy.”

“We have a problem, then,” Danny whispered conspiratorially. “I’m not happy unless you’re with me.”

“Then a decision’s gotta be made, huh?”

They looked at each other.

Danny finally burst out laughing. “God, Arin, I’m a fucking moron. As if I’d ever leave you or Gru//mps. I love it too much.”

“Me or Gru//mps?” Arin smirked, and Danny giggled as he smacked his chest lightly.

“Shut up.”

They looked at each other again, and Arin’s eyes softened. “Can I kiss you now?”

Danny rolled his eyes. “Ever the romantic, I see.”

“Hey, you’re the one who—”

Danny cut him off effectively by kissing him hard, and they swayed together for a moment as they relished in a feeling neither thought they’d ever experience.

They broke apart, and Arin was grinning goofily. “I gotta say, I much prefer this method of persuasion.”

Danny laughed, a warm glow spreading in his chest.


 The next day, Brian received a text from Brent. All it said was: They confessed. I think you know what that means for the deal.

Brian smirked, high-fiving Ross across the table.

“About fucking time.”

psychorable  asked:

Okay so, I'm huge Barbra Streisand fan, and I've had this thought, what if Harry missed your birthday, and to make it up to you he takes you to a concert where you guys are arranged to me Barbra Streisand? I don't know, I know it sounds totally random but I think it would be cute :)

First of all I’m so sorry for the long wait! but I do hope this is worth it.

Originally posted by pinkharold

Harry has never, ever missed a birthday before.

When you two first started going out that was the first thing he asked was what was your birthday. Ever since, in the two year relationship you both shared your birthday was celebrated.

Except this year.

You honestly were not that upset, sure it sucked but you knew Harry’s brain was on the fritz. With the new album and the movie he was is going very well not to mention all the personal shit that has happened before you could understand if he forgot. Plus it was just the one, you two had plenty of birthdays together in the future. So, as he went to do a concert you just celebrated with a small group of friends. Yes, they dragged his name in the dirt for forgetting but you tried to assure them it was fine.

You were going to let it go, or at least brush it off, but no. If you knew anything about Harry from being with him you knew good and well when he realizes something he goes into dramatic mode. This particular episode was when you got a phone call after you just got done with your exercise for the day.



“Baby calm down! It’s fine you had to do a concert and it slipped it’s no big deal!”

“Yes it is! Oh my God I am the wuhst boyfriend evah,” he groaned and you couldn’t help but laugh at how he was taking this.

“Baby please, it’s fine seriously. People forget stuff, besides we have plenty of birthdays in the future! And you are not the worst boyfriend ever okay? You are the best, hardworking, talented, most beautiful boyfriend ever and I still love you like crazy.”

There was a pause, before he sighed on the other end.

“Yeh promise?” He asked sounding unsure, God you wanted to hug him. He was beating himself up over something like this and all you wanted to do was to insure him it was okay.

“With all my heart and soul I promise,” you replied and you can feel the smile on the other end.

“Okay…I am going to make oop for it yeh do know thah’,” he argued and you just laugh.

“Just come back to me safely, that’ll be my late birthday present,” you told him.

When he did you ran and wrapped your arms around him in a big hug. You could feel him squeezing you and covering your face in kisses which always made you laugh.

“God I missed yeh,” he sighed, practically leaning on you but you gently tapped him on the back to get back up.

“Come on you big log lets get your things and we can cuddle so you can sleep. I know you have to be jet lagged.”

“A li’ile,” he rubbed his eyes in a child like manner, pushing to get his stuff inside before finally allowing you to just drag him to the bed where he fell fast asleep on you as you played in his hair. He always claims he sleeps better when he is near you, hell finally smelling him and feeling his warmth lulled you to sleep too.

But when he woke up he always kisses you until you finally wake, there you both just lay. He tells you about the tour while you tell him about work. You talk all the time, but being together like this meant everything.

“Oh! I goh’ a surprise for yeh,” he moves a bit then walks over to his travel bag before getting back on the bed and handed it to you.

“I told you no gifts!” You told him but he shook his head.

“It’s noh I promise,” he argued. You just give him a look before slowly opening the envelope. It was a birthday card…you could deal with birthday cards. But when you actually opened the card you saw something slide out. You picked it up, only to have your eyes bugged out.

“I take that as a yeh luike it?” Harry asked sounding hopeful. “I know I kinda luied buh I could noh deal with missin’ yeh birthday.”

You looked at him then at his gift, tickets…front row tickets to see Barbra Streisand. The Barbra Streisand, the woman was your queen. You never got a chance to see her live before…you even told Harry that seeing her was on your bucket list. The fact he snagged this for you…and front row!

“Oh I also pulled some strings for a meet and greet,” Harry added with a smirk. You honestly had no idea why he flinched at your loud screaming, he knew you were going to do that he had to! You clung to him in a tight hug, almost knocking the life out of him but covering his face in kisses seemed to please him.

“Oh my God what the hell am I gonna wear?” You mutter looking at everything, about to sink to the floor and say just forget it. It was the night of the concert but you were in a panic. You were going to see Barbra Streisand, you are not going to wear just Plain Jane clothes.

“Baby will yeh calm down?” Harry had to laugh at you wrapping his arms around you. He of course was wearing his typical black skinny jeans and a floral shirt that looked a dad could wear. But of course he could pull it off, this was Harry we were talking about. You, not so much.

“Yeh gonna be okay, just wear that grey dress yeh luike so mooch,” He helped out getting the dress he was talking about. You sighed and took it, figuring you trust him enough to know what he was talking about. Course with him you could wear a paper bag and he would think you were amazing. That is who Harry was, and you loved him for it.

Still, you were sweating bullets, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest in nerves. More so when you two finally arrived at the concert, just walking there and showing your passes and walked right on in. Before, you never would have dreamed of walking backstage let alone with such ease. But with Harry you were doing it, this was a clear reality. Even though you insist that he didn’t, and in fact shouldn’t spend his money on you. You even used the term “kept woman” but Harry wanted to.

He wanted to give you the fine things in life, to experience things he knew he could provide. He knows you weren’t some girl who was just after the title and the wealth, that was why he did it you suppose. The idea of spoiling you made him happy, and what was the harm in that? He even told you as long as you loved him he was happy, that you didn’t have to give him anything. He just wanted your love, and you gave it, and he returns the favor in a very grand, very Harry way.

You got closer to the meet and greet, you could feel your knees buckle and your breathing getting short. Harry stops with you, squeezing your hand in support.

“I’m going to make an ass of myself,” you told him but he just smiles shaking his head.

“Yeh noh’, come on,” he gently tugs at you. You however, do not budge.

“Yes I am I’m going to be a nervous wreck and or say something so stupid and I’m going to make a pure jackass of myself!”

“YN, remembah when we fuhst met?” He asked and you nod groaning a bit.

“I was a jackass then too, pretty sure I told you you were super pretty,” you remembered.

“Buh whoh did I say?” He asked, you looked at him, a small smile appearing across your face.

“You told me I wasn’t so bad looking myself,” you replied with a small laugh.

“And evah since I’ve been madly in love, noh sayin’ I wan’ yeh to run away with Barbra Streisand buh,” he laughed wrapping his hands around your waist. “I know yeh norvous, buh I know she will love yeh. Noh as moch as me buh close.”

With that he kisses your forehead and takes your hand as you both walk into the meet and greet. Then you saw her, your idol…your everything…the woman who hung the moon and stars. The same woman where you try to sing to the top of your lungs to her songs in the shower. Right there, in the pure flesh.

“Harry!” Barbra smiled hugging him. “They told me you were here. And who is this pretty girl?”

Oh my God Barbra Streisand thought you were pretty!

“This is muy guhlfriend YN, she’s a big fan of yehs,” he introduced you to her. For a moment you just froze, she was there…she was right there…in the flesh, looking at you. Holding out her hand to you in a handshake.

“It’s lovely to meet you!” She spoke, you did find it in your brain to actually function and shake her hand. A goofy smile appeared across your face.

“It’s an honor…really,” words came out of your mouth…at least you could do that! You took the pictures with her, she even signed something for you. Telling your goodbyes you walked to get to your place at the concert…but not without screaming out to the top of your lungs causing Harry to jump.

At first he looked horrified, but when you pulled him into a big hug he laughed hugging you back.

“If yeh act like this now I need to step oop my game for yeh next buthday,” he squeezed you giving you a kiss on the head. “Come on baby.”

You were basically attached to his hip the rest of the night, giving him so many thank yous and I love yous. Kisses on his cheek and tiny squeals. A smile never left his face. He knew he did good making up for your late birthday.

Maybe asking you to marry him would have to wait until the next birthday.

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…newlywed Fitzsimmons finally moving into their apartment and talking about babies? No? Well here it is anyway, with bonus discussion of Fitz’s craptastic father!

Written as a follow-up to this fic, but it’s not necessary to have read that one first. Takes place roughly a month after everyone escapes from the Framework. Enjoy!


“Well, that’s the last box,” Mack announced, setting the cardboard box down with a grunt. Though he’d carried it with relative ease, the muted thud it made as it settled onto the hardwood floor revealed its surprising weight.

“Thank you for getting the heavier ones,” Jemma said gratefully, patting Mack’s arm as she passed him, fluttering about the apartment to make sure all of the boxes had been placed in the rooms that matched their carefully written labels.

Mack shrugged off the praise as he slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “No problem. Hey, I’ve got to head back to the base to finish up those repairs for Coulson. Congratulations again, you two.”

“Thanks Mack,” Fitz said with a smile and nod. “See you soon.”

With a final wave, Mack headed out the door and out of the apartment building, where Elena was no doubt waiting impatiently for him. The only one left lingering after being wrangled into helping them move the last of their things from the Playground to their new apartment was Daisy. As Jemma roped Fitz into finally beginning the long process of unpacking, Daisy meandered through the apartment, studying the various paint samples Jemma had taped up whenever she’d found a spare moment throughout the past week.

Jemma happened upon her while she was speculatively eyeing the spare bedroom, which was empty of both boxes and paint samples – she and Fitz weren’t quite decided on what to do with it yet. As Jemma came to stand beside her, Daisy threw a wry smirk at her and said mischievously, “Well, you’ve got a ring, you’ve got a cozy little apartment – I think I know what comes next.”

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Meeting the Avengers family; Chris Evans x teen reader

This request was my first ever Chris Evans request that I had ever written. I hope you guys enjoy it, not really any warnings except for utter teeth rotting fluffiness, sparks of first romance and the Three Leaders of Team Cap picking on a small Tom Holland. 

Originally posted by cevansnews


It was the beginning of May and my dad Chris Evans and I have just arrived at the first location spot for the upcoming Avengers: Infinity War film. Now I have been to all the premieres and heck I have all the DVD’s but I’ve never once gotten the chance to go with my dad to see him on set as Captain America (I blame school for that) but now since I’ve finished my finals and am currently done with school, I have bargained with my dad to allow me to go with him on set to see Avengers: Infinity War and here we are now.

“Okay (n/n) we’re here” my dad said as he patted my knee which made me take out my earbuds and shut my music off and I got out of the car with him and we were guided by some of the Marvel staff into the studio where we were welcomed by the entire cast and crew that were there.

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We Don't Have to Choose Just One

Also on AO3.
This is the @miraculousfluffmonth  Aug 14 prompt, telling the truth.

“Hey Chat, can we talk a minute?” Ladybug asked as she landed near him on the Eiffel Tower.  They were meeting up for their usual mid-week check in and joint patrol, and there was something she’d been putting off bringing up for far too long.

“We can talk for more than a minute,” he said with a smirk.  "You have my absolute attention, My Lady.“  He bowed to her.

She sat down patting the space next to her.  "Why so far away, Chaton?”  She’d gotten good at keeping her Ladybug and Marinette nicknames for him straight, though she occasionally dreamed of outing herself by using the wrong one.

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baby, there’s a shark in the water pt. 3 (final)

pairing: reader x young k x wonpil x sungjin x jina (oc)

genre: angst

word count: 5,431

previous: pt.1 | pt.2

note: i want to thank everyone who has left comments and supported this mini series. this was intially suppose to be a one-shot but you guys kept me motivated and also inspired me to make it longer. sadly this is the finale and I hope you guys will still enjoy this last piece, happy reading!

It was like he vanished into thin air. No one knew where Brian Kang had disappeared to, not even the teachers. There were rumors of him being expelled and harsh words that he might have been locked up. All which made you worry like crazy, it hurt your heart knowing that you were the last person to see him. 

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anonymous asked:

rhack with 2 for the kissing prompt? :o

Thank you for the request, Nonny! Here you go.

You can request a kissing prompt here!

The First Time

Have you ever come across a pair of lips that were so soft and inviting, that you physically could not pull yourself away? That was the predicament Handsome Jack had found himself in on this particular evening in his office. Said set of lips tasted so good to the older man, he was practically salivating, which was awkward since he basically had his tongue shoved down his PA’s throat.

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anonymous asked:

I've been feeling a little sad lately, and your writing makes me feel so better ♥♥ Could you write something (with any boy) with Candy trying to break up with him because she feels he "deserve more"? I'll wait don't worry. Thank you honey!! ♥

(Hi sweetie! I’m glad I can help in some way! I hope you feel better soon, you’ll get through this! <3 I decided to do a short little drabble I guess? For the record this is not a regular thing that I do, I just felt like it for this specific request so pleaseee don’t start requesting these! I did Nathaniel because he’s the least popular guy in my ask right now. Hope you enjoy,and anon you can always chat with me on my main blog rickya1438! Don’t be shy, if you need someone I’m here. Love you!)


“Y/N, why are you acting like this? I don’t understand why you’re suddenly bringing this up!” Nathaniel said, as he held you firmly in place by your wrists. He didn’t mean to, but his grip was a little too tight and was actually starting to hurt a bit. You pulled away but he wasn’t letting go. He tried to get you to look him in the eyes but you wouldn’t meet him. “Please just, let’s talk about this first,” he pleaded. It was hard for him to not let his voice crack a bit. 

“There’s nothing to talk about Nate, I just can’t do this anymore…”

“Do what? Is it something I’ve been doing? I promise I’ll work on it, whatever it is, just let me fix this!”

“That’s the thing, you can’t fix it!”

“Fix what Y/N?!”

“ME!! You can’t fix me!!” You yelled. This took him by surprise, and he was quiet for a moment. You thought you’d finally gotten him to back down, thinking he agreed with you, but then he spoke up, a strangely angered look on his face.

“What are you talking about??” he snapped. His tone of voice was unusually forceful, one you’d rarely ever heard from Nathaniel. You could tell he was clearly upset by your words. “You’re breaking up with me because you can’t ‘fix yourself’?”

You slowly nodded and looked at the ground. “Yeah…”

“What does that even mean y/n…” he said sighing and tilting your chin up so that you could look at him.

“It’s just, you don’t need this Nate. You deserve so much better and more. I’m not good enough for you!” There were tears rolling down your cheeks and he wiped at them, but you slapped his hands away.

“Y/N, you are the most amazing person-“  But you cut him off.

“No, I’m not! All I do is bring my problems into your life, and you don’t need that kind of drama. You should be with someone kind and beautiful, like Melody or something.”

This time his hands drop to his sides and he just stares at you. “Are you fucking serious right now?” It’s rare to hear him curse like this but his anger brings out new sides to him. “You’re really comparing yourself to Melody? Of all people?” He shakes his head and does that places his hand on his forehead like he always does when agitated. After a moment of silence he finally looks at you, his features softening, and he pulls you in for a slow, deep kiss. His hands are both on your face, making sure you can’t easily pull away. You want to but it’s so hard. He breaks the kiss, placing a quick peck on your lips and nose before completely ending it. 

“God, you might actually be stupid,” he sighs. “I love you so much, more than I’ve ever thought I could. Do you really think I care about how beautiful a person is?? Melody isn’t you, y/n, she can never be you. You’re complaining about bringing your problems into my life but who was the one who had a sleep over with my awful sister just so she could make sure I was okay? I would face your problems any day, right by your side no matter what. You are so kind and so smart, a bit aggravating at times but I wouldn’t give that up for anything in the universe. 

You have your ups and downs but as your boyfriend I’m supposed to be there through them all. Nothing you tell me right now is going to convince me to leave you, nothing. You’ve made me happier than I’ve been for a really long time and I’ll be damned before I give that up. Do you understand me?” He waits for your response, still holding you close. When you finally give a hesitant nod, he rests his forehead against yours and rests his hands on your hips. He kisses you once more and stares deep into your eyes. “Don’t scare me like that again y/n…”

overagedpopstar  asked:

Hi! I've read your summary of Levihan fanfic recommendations and I've noticed that you are fond of the concept "pretend lovers". I'd love to read your version of pretend lovers, if you don't mind. (or post your Levihan art if a story is too much.) Thanks :D

*Casually inserts self in a cameo in my own fics* Can you spot me? XD

Anyways, college will start tomorrow and I’m so anxious! But for the mean time, your wish is my command ;)

P.S. I stan Coldplay 

Impress (LeviHan - Pretend Lovers)

Theme: Pretend Relationship

Rating: PG

Warning: Curse Words

send your requests/anons here x.

For the thirty-sixth time around, he turned around to face her and gave her a big fat “NO”. His face was already evidently annoyed, and a frown was already forming on her lips after so much persuasion, only to face rejection.

“Oh come on Levi! I know you also want to go to that concert! You can have the other ticket! I’m not even interested in that band!” she pleaded, but it only made him groan. He’s been hearing the same statement for the past four hours and she was still at it. Admittedly, yes, the offer is tempting, but its her purpose he questions.

“I’m not helping you get tickets for your boyfriend four eyes” he hissed. Yes, she wanted those tickets for someone else, not herself.

“He’s not even my boyfriend!” she countered “Well, yet. He promised me he’ll give me a chance if I manage to get him tickets. You know I’ve already spent my allowance money on my experiments, so this is the last resort I have”

His eyebrows furrowed. She’s worth more than a concert pass. Whoever the douche was, he sure didn’t know how brilliant and amazing the woman was, despite her frequent freaky behavior.

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Out of the Frying Pan (30/?)

“He wouldn’t think that,” Ruby said softly, hand reaching out to rest on Emma’s knee, and Mary Margaret nodded enthusiastically.

“You don’t know that.”

“I absolutely do.”

“Emma,” Mary Margaret cut in, the look on her face nearly making Emma start to cry again. “It’s not too soon. And it’s not too scary. The way he looks at you…like you are everything to him. I think he loves you just as much as you love him.”

And she couldn’t argue, couldn’t come up with a single word or a single letter, just blinked quickly to try and push the tears back into her eyes and focused on the rush that shot through her whole body at the idea.

AN: Guuuuuuuys. Things. Have. Happened. Big things. Important things. Agh! I’m so psyched. I won’t ever be able to come up with enough adjectives to explain how much your response to this story means to me. It blows my mind. @laurnorder continues to fix all my words because she’s fantastic & @distant-rose makes beautiful aesthetics and listens to me complain about my job every day. They’re the best. 

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Sherlock BBC Series x Supernatural 

A/N: I've always wanted to do this and i finally AM!!! Ever since I saw the Abominable bride from Sherlock Series 3. This story is taking place in the “present time” and not in the 1900′s like it did in the episode also lets pretend Dean and Sam travel world wide and the Men of letters never cleared out England of monsters.

I am also taking requests from this list and they are Open.

Summary: Y/N likes to think outside the box unlike her brothers Sherlock and Mycroft. When it comes to a case of The Abominable Bride her mind goes into the world of ghosts and spirits, and along the way meet two guys who think the exact same way as her and do even more.

Being related to Sherlock and Mycroft people would expect your mental thinking to be like theirs. Reasonable, logical and correct but that wasn’t always the case. You always liked to expand your mind to other possibilities when it came to finding a solution to a problem. Even if that meant going into another universe in your mind.

 On the other hand Sherlock and Mycrofts thinking was always rational. If it didn’t sound correct to them that’s because it wasn’t. 

 Your style of thinking would annoy your brothers especially Sherlock. John would find it amusing at how differently you would think with the fact that you were related to the best detective in England.

 Today was one of those days where your mind went places. Sherlock and John had gotten a case that they just couldn’t wrap their minds around. The Abominable Bride.

 Story goes that a bride made a huge scene on her balcony yelling “YOU!” “YOU!” To people with a gun in her hand. She ended up committing suicide right on the balcony by shooting her self in her mouth. Witnesses say they later saw her walking up to her husband and shooting him herself. People say she’s still out there looking for her next victim. 

 When Sherlock and John heard the Case they were stunned. They had never received a case like this one. John told Sherlock that they should bring you in on the case to try to help them solve it. 

 Sherlock response was “we don’t need help, I can figure it out on my own plus her strange way of thinking will just intervene” John wanted to see what you would come up with so he still invited you into the case weather Sherlock liked it or not. 

“So what have you guys figured out?” You curiously asked as you sat down. “Well she of course is dead, there is no way she could of come back from the dead” Sherlock confidently said. 

“Or is she? It could be her ghostly spirit coming back” You stated. “This is the exact reason why I insisted on you not joining” Sherlock whispered to himself. “Well someone’s not in the mood” you replied adding to your respond “Well I’m sorry but, I am here to help and it could be one of the possibilities have you never heard of ghosts and vengeful spirits?” You questioned at both the boys.

 “Actually, I think I have” John said trying to remember exactly what it meant. “Of course I have those are spirits who die with unfinished business you could say, and come back to finish it up” Sherlock replied as if it was just something people casually talked about everyday. 

  “So you do know?” you questioned. “Yes, but that’s impossible there’s no such thing as ghosts, spirits, demons none of it is real.” Sherlock sated. It sometimes sucked knowing that you were the only one who thought like this. 

“Well, it could always be tw—” “it’s never twins John, but it could be something similar” Sherlock said cutting John off. “Like what?” John confusedly asked. 

With a wide grin on Sherlocks face he said “An imposter.” Doing more research you guys were able to find out where the bride was Buried. “Let’s get going now shall we” Sherlock said excitedly ready to get to the bottom of this case.

 "It’s the middle of the night!“ John stated as he pointed towards the window showing the dark night sky. “Well there’s no time to waste now is there?” Sherlock announced as he walked down the stairs. “I don’t know how you managed to grow up in the same house as him” John told you as you guys followed right behind him. “I don’t know either” you simply said.

You guys got out of the cab a little while back before getting to the cemetery so it wouldn’t raise any suspicions as to why you guys were there at 1 in the morning. 

 As you guys walked towards the entrance you guys noticed a 1967 chevrolet Impala parked outside the cemetery. “Nice car” you mumbled to yourself.

 As you guys walked towards where she was buried you guys saw two men one tall with long hair and one who was also tall but compared to the first guy he looked short. 

“Who are you guys?” Sherlock said more like a statement than a question. The guys were caught off guard as they slowly turned around to face you guys. “I am Special Agent Smith this is my partner Special Agent Jones” Said the taller one as they both pulled out their badges to show you guys. 

 You and John both knew what has happening in Sherlock’s mind. He was studying and reading them like a book. Just as they were putting their badges away Sherlock stated “incorrect.“ 

 "Uh, what?” The taller one confusedly asked. “You guys aren’t agents. Those are clearly fake badges. They are thinner then the normal ones, the data and information is overlapping the picture in the corner which it shouldn’t if it was a real one and note how that same picture is also faded which it shouldn’t be, would you like me to continue?” Sherlock said as his eyes went from one to the other.

 “Who are you?” The guy with shorter hair asked “we should be asking you the same thing?” Sherlock Remarked. Seeing no way out of it both the guys just looked at each other and gave each other a nod. Sighing he said “I’m Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam and we hunt the things that keep you awake at night”

Should I do a Part Two? 

anonymous asked:

you know one of the au's i've been thinking about? a modern day au where whizzer is a professional baseball player in his late 20's, and marvin's already divorced but he has to chaperone jason's little league trip to watch a big league game, and they somehow run into each other at a bar nearby after the game/trip and marvin has no idea who he is, which intrigues whizzer to no end.

Marvin drains the first beer in almost a minute flat, desperate to get the echo of eleven loud, shrill-pitched voices out of his brain before it eventually develops further into a headache. Jesus, he was lucky that the stadium was only in the next town over—the two hours trapped on a bus with sweaty, squeaky-voiced Jewish boys still being terrible, but any minute longer than that, and Marvin would have started drinking then instead of sneaking off after checking into the hotel and “turning in for the night.”

And it’s all for some stupid baseball game—not an art museum or science expedition or theater production (you know, something educational that would actually be worth the money and missing work days). Bitterly, Marvin can’t help but think of Trina and Mendel enjoying their peaceful day at home, probably drinking champagne and laughing evilly about how they suckered him into chaperoning Jason’s little league team for some “father-son bonding." 

Yeah right. So far, Jason has sat as far away from him as possible and looks embarrassed any time that it’s even mentioned Marvin is his dad. Great bonding time, Trina, so glad you guilt-tripped me into it.

It’s only the first day of the weekend-long trip, and Marvin is already over it.

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