probably why i moved to london

Bound to Happen (Part 11), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,210

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is it! The final chapter of this series! I might return to this universe one day - maybe you guys could ask me questions and I can write drabbles as a response? But otherwise, I’ve reached the end of my plot! Thank you for all the support and love. Siempre.

Warnings: The burn is over.

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“I was thinking.” You started, hand making quick work of sawing the bread in front of you.

Oh no.” Lin teased, bustling around the kitchen.

Dinner had become a semi-regular thing. About once a week you would spend nearly an hour in a brightly lit grocery store, arguing incessantly about what sounded the best. That night Lin had won with spaghetti. Lin won often.

“I’m trying to be serious here.” You waved the bread knife in his direction, effectively silencing any witty remarks he had ready. “We’ve slept together, what-”

Are we counting orgasms or-

“Shut up!” Lin giggled as you playfully reached over to swat at him. “We’ve spent the night together many times.”

“We have.” Lin seemed rather invested in his noodles at the moment, but he was fucking terrified.

This could easily be the conversation that ended it all. It was bound to happen, right? Two close friends sleeping together with no talk meant total disaster eventually. You would say you needed more and that he was holding you back from getting whatever more was.

He was always holding you back, it seemed.

“We need to figure out what we’re doing here.”

“Well, I’m making spaghetti.”



“I give us two weeks.” You finally settled on, halting Lin. His hands continued to work on dinner, but his brain was rushing through scenarios. “Two weeks to figure out what we’re doing. If we can’t sit and have an actual conversation about us then maybe it’s not worth the trouble.”

He watched for a second as you shrugged, continuing to busy yourself with the bread. An attempt at casual.

“I don’t need two weeks.” Was his immediate reply. “I’ve had almost twenty years to realize you are the love of my life.”

There was a moment of silence where no one moved. The light bubbling of the red sauce was the only sound in Lin’s vast house as you absorbed his exclamation and he watched on.

“That’s what I get for dating a writer.” You rolled your eyes as he gaped at you, flipping his gas stove off and sweeping you off your feet. “Lin!”

“Your boyfriend-” You grinned at the use of the term as the knife clattered out of your hand and onto the counter, “-was trying to be romantic and you rolled your eyes!”

“Put me down!” You shrieked as he continued to carry you away from the kitchen, “Our dinner!”

The couch cushion bounced as he tossed you off his shoulder.

“I have been waiting twenty years to call you my girlfriend.” He stopped himself to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Spaghetti can wait.”

It took Tommy exactly one day to connect the dots - he was always oddly perceptive when it came to Lin. He snickered when you showed up to a pick up rehearsal the next day, not on business.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing! It’s just, if you’re gonna tip-toe around everyone about your relationship with Lin, it would help if you didn’t wear a giant sign saying ‘Look at me! Lin’s girlfriend!’.” He shrugged.

“I don’t have a sign-”

“Not just a sign. Flashing lights. Confetti. The whole nine yards.”

You brushed his comments off. It was Tommy just being Tommy. Teasing, older brother Tommy.

Then Alex took note of a shift in dynamic. Then Chris, the least perceptive person in the room, asked you about Lin.

It was weird. Having this thing out in the open. Casual flirting all those years ago was one thing. Sleeping together was one thing. Having it public with stakes was another.

The fact that people had been clamoring for the two of you to get together for years wasn’t lost on you. The clenching in your stomach grew tighter. It was bound to happen. That’s what everyone told you. That’s what you convinced yourself.

You practically had worked yourself into a silent frenzy when there was a nudge at your side.

Lin, in all his stupid historical blouse glory.

“You’re thinking.” He squinted, “About me, hopefully? I know I haunt your every waking thought.” He grinned, nose scrunching and eyes crinkling.

Your eyes scanned him for a moment. The freckle that had developed on the dip of his nose with age. One that hadn’t been there in college. The light scar on his cheek, practically unnoticeable if you weren’t looking for it.

He told you of the high school theater mishap that caused it, giggling when he told you he hadn’t told the story to anyone. Not even his parents.

It was months of brushing off his dependence on you, years of rolling your eyes at the comments. It wasn’t until this moment that you realized you had been in love with him all along.

“Of course.” You sigh, allowing his arm to casually slink over your shoulder. He pulled you closer, you didn’t comment of the looks the entire company shot the two of you.

You didn’t even flinch. 

“This probably isn’t the time to talk about it.” You took not of his hushed tone and stepped ever-so closer. ”What do you think about London?”

“It’s nice.” You tested the word on your tongue, “Why?”

“There’s an offer for me. A big one. It wouldn’t be until I’m done with this,” He gestured around the theater, at the actors who were slowly getting back to work. Lin would have to join them in a moment.


“Middle of next year? Have a month or so off. Move to London.”

Move. As in: Uproot and live there.

“I know it’s early. But I keep coming back to this contract and picturing myself there. It isn’t real unless you’re there with me.”

“Lin!” Called Alex, perched behind a piano with Leslie at his side. Lin nodded, starting to pull away.

“I’d have to look into some opportunities. See what foundations I can get involved in.”

“So you’ll think about it?” He was backing away, careful of stage hands perched in aisle ways.

“I can see it now: A true English breakfast in the morning, tea and biscuits in the evening, making sure underprivileged kids get funding while my man goes to work.”

Lin laughed at the picture, mostly because he had never been someone’s man before. Even with all the relationships he had hopped in and out of - he never felt like someone’s until that moment.

“I love you.”

You weren’t truly sure who said it. In all honestly, it felt like it was said a million times before. ‘I love yous’ hidden in coffee runs and desperately needed hugs of comfort and late night conversations.

You had loved him from the start, you confirmed, watching him stumble through rehearsal. He was half distracted with his eyes on you, always trying to make you giggle. He succeeded without fail.

You loved his stupid historical blouse and his Ja Rule growl. You especially loved the scar whose story only you knew.

You loved him and had no doubt in your mind that he loved you. If that meant moving to London for him, so be it. If that meant endless nights waiting up for him, so be it.

If that meant spending the rest of your lives together? Well, you could certainly work with that.

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Being In A Long Distance Relationship With Tom Holland:

requested by @raindancer2004

-he calls you every morning to say hello 

-and every night to say goodnight 

-without fail 

-he wants to skype you daily 

-you’ve skyped for over a day before 

-neither of you were busy or wanted to leave 

-he’d send you the most adorable selfies 

-messy bed head, him and tessa, you name it 

-whenever one of you have to leave, you both get really sad 

-he wants to spend every second he can talking to you 

-you meet him a year after you start talking 

 -you flew to london and he met you at the airport 

-he stared at you the entire time 

-whenever you asked why, he said:

 -“i can’t believe you’re actually real" 

-you move in together a few years after 

-and it’s probably one of the best days of your life

I would like to thank @leaalda for making these amazing banners.

This is an effort to spread the word about all fan fiction writers in our little fandom. If you would like to be featured or nominate a writer, please contact me. Please reblog this post if you can and check out some of @allskynostars work!

1. First things first, if someone wanted to read your stories where can they find them.

The can find them on my tumblr;  or on AO3;

2. Tell us a little about yourself.

My name is Jenna, I am 23 (24 in a couple of weeks!). I have 3 brothers.. It’s been a struggle haha. I was born in London, my parents and I moved to New Zealand when I was 6 months old. And just two months ago I moved back to London with my boyfriend. I’ve written a few fics, and have just finished my first multi chapter Ever Since New York. I am currently unemployed, but looking for Pharmacy work as that’s what I did at home and would like to continue.

3. What do you never leave home without? 

My phone! And keys.

4. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl, 100000%. I suck at mornings.

5. If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?

Maaan, probably Middle Earth. Like I would kill to be an elf and shack up with Legolas. Or Thranduil, keep it in the family yunno. Or the Harry Potter universe because magic? Yes.

6. Who is the most famous person you’ve ever met.

I’ve ‘met’ a whole heap, like I’ve paid at cons and things to meet Aidan Turner, Dean O'Gorman, Andrew Scott, Karen Gillan. I went to the Age of Ultron prem when I was in London last time and got photos/signatures with Mark Ruffalo (ultimate fav), Chris Hemsworth, Jeremy Renner, Aaron Taylor Johnson. I got Robert Downey Jrs autograph but no photo. But just by chance without planning too I met Jenna Coleman. We were visiting my family in Wales and just so happened to drive past during filming. Didn’t quite get to meet Peter Capaldi though. And then I was in London last time, me and my best friend walked into Jamie Campbell Bower in the street. The story Is actually so cool but I feel like this answer is long enough hahah.

7. What are some of your favorite movies/TV?

Movies: Eternal Sunshine, Only Lovers Left Alive, Big Daddy (my go to movie when I’m sad, I love Adam Sandler). I always struggle to answer this because after I think of one I should have mentioned! Shutter Island. 

TV Shows: There are far too many but right now Riverdale, obviously. And I just smashed through Brooklyn 99. The OC, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, SOA, Friends, Being Human, the list goes on…

8. What are some of your favorite bands/musicians?

SO my first favourite and was Panic! At The Disco. Then My Chemical Romance took over my life. Now I’m into The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, Bastille, Hozier, Tom Odell, James Bay, Ed Sheeran. Thanks to my Dad I love Alanis Morrissette and Radiohead. Thanks to my Mum I have a soft spot for Robbie Williams. My music taste is diverse so I listen to a lot of rap. I’ll defend Kanye West to my dying breath, I really like Post Malone at the moment too. It chops and changes so so much. Also I’ve seen One Direction 4 times so judge as you will, ahaha.

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Word count: 812

Pairing: John Shelby x Reader

Warning(s): none

Author’s note: I had way to much fun writing this. John is one of my faves. The endings a bit rubbish but I had to stop myself before I went too far haha

Send me a request. 

It was a Friday evening and you’d had a stressful week at work. You were employed as a nurse at Birmingham General Hospital. You decided that you’d stop at your local pub for a drink before you went home.

So you headed to the Garrison, still in your nursing uniform. Your mother had always warned you away from this place, she said there were gangsters in there. Men worse than the bogeyman, and worse still than the men you’d heard stories about: the ones who simply took girls like you from the streets. You didn’t believe her, of course.
‘Gangsters in Small Heath?’ You thought as you entered the pub, ‘that’s not likely.’

You ordered an Irish whiskey and sat yourself down at a table away from the hustle and bustle of the bar. You popped your briefcase open on the table, just next to your drink, and began looking through your patients’ notes.

You must have gotten too distracted by your work because you didn’t even notice the handsome lad stroll out from the private room. He was actually meant to be going to the bar, but when he noticed you sitting alone, he couldn’t resist coming over to you. He sat across from you, smiling slightly with a cigarette between his lips. You looked up, sensing someone’s eyes on you.

“Are you lost?” You asked, giggling.

“No,” he replied, “I was just wondering why a lady so pretty as yourself was alone in the middle of a pub full of thugs.”

“I’m pretty sure I can handle myself around a few drunken men.” You held out your hand for a handshake. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“John Shelby.” John chirped, a dopey grin on his face.

“Pleasure to meet you John.” You flirted shamelessly, it wasn’t often you met an attractive man on your night off.

“It’s always lovely to meet a nurse,” John winked, “you’re not scared of me then?”

“Scared? Why would I be scared of you?” You asked. Your innocence seemed so obscene that John was intrigued by it.

“I’m part of the Peaky Blinders gang. Are you new ‘round ‘ere or what then? 'Cause I’m pretty sure I’d know if I’d seen you before.”

“I’ve lived in Small Heath my whole life. I was homeschooled, so that’s probably why you’ve never seen me. I moved down to London for a few years to do my nurse’s training, mind. My mum always said it was dangerous 'round here.” You explained, fiddling with your cardigan.

“Sounds like a smart lady, your mum.” John chuckled. “She’s right, it is dangerous for pretty girls like you in Small Heath.”

“You tryin’ to make me feel like a damsel in distress, John Shelby?” You teased.

“That depends,” he replied, “is it working?”

“No. I’m not scared of you, or your little gang, at all actually.” You smiled sweetly.

“And why’s that?” John asked.

“Well, you’re over here chattin’ me up, aren’t you?” You giggled.

“Mm, that’s true.” John hummed, “want to come and meet my brothers, Miss (Y/L/N)?”

You ended up having a wonderful night. John’s brothers were lovely, maybe a bit menacing at first, but they were nice. John was a little bit handsy but you were too tipsy to care. At the end of the night, he walked you home and kissed you on your doorstep.

When you woke up in the morning, you found yourself unable to think of anything but that charming man. Little did you know, John was at home with his mind on you alone. He couldn’t seem to resist your innocence, or your determination to remain unafraid of the Peaky Blinders. John couldn’t stay away much longer; he dressed swiftly and walked to your house as fast as he could. He pounded on your door, pacing as he waited impatiently for you to answer.

You looked out of your bedroom window and saw John fidgeting on your doorstep. A hoard of butterflies bombarded your stomach while you jogged down the stairs and towards the front door. You swung the door open to reveal John, standing there with a stupid smile on his face.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he teased.

“You have?”

“Yeah, I have. I’ve been thinking about taking you out.” He was so cocky and sure of himself, you couldn’t help liking it.  

“Oh, really? Do I have a say in this?” You asked, you were trying to be smooth but all you wanted was to kiss him.

“Of course, but don’t tell me you don’t want to go out with me because I know that’s not true.” John stepped towards you, hands on your waist, gently planting a kiss to your jawline. He leaned in close and whispered, “it’s not, is it?”

“Oh, God, no. It’s not.” You gasped, grabbing his hand and pulling him into your kitchen.

Anything But Nice- John Shelby

Request// Are your requests still open? if so can i please request michael or john shelby where he and reader meet like tommy and grace did, like she’s the new barmaid – but she’s more innocent and sweet; they flirt with her? (if requests are closed please ignore this) thank you! - @multiplefandomsblog

*John is one of my favorite blinders because he is so boyishly charming but he has one of the worst tempers in the family. Hope you enjoy a little fluff and Johnny Boy cuteness! xoxox*


“Y/N, give those boys at the end of the bar a refill, would ya,”Harry asked as you finished wiping down part of the counter. You hastily moved to fill their glasses once more.

You didn’t want to disappoint Harry, especially so soon after being hired. The first thing you needed to do after finding a room to rent in Small Heath was get a job since what little money you had wouldn’t last you more than a week or two. Harry graciously gave you a job after some convincing and you now spent every moment on the job trying to help him with the cleaning and books or anything else he needed.

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//rises from the dead// DID SOMEONE SAY NURSE PAUL AU

scrapped this together v late at night, v late, and i had a nosebleed this morning too //i wonder why!!!!!!// but here are my two cents on this magnificent idea and yall can… shoot me probably lmfao

@fabpaul @glimmerkeith lemme know what yall think, man, im so. well. i typed something up here we go

im never gonna write this myself btw bc i wont be able to do it justice, so the idea is up for grabs if anyone wants it B))

moved by the death of his mother to cancer, Paul decides to follow in her footsteps and take up medicine studies, and he ends up working at a small hospital facility in London. his first few months are okay, but he’s the only male nurse there and ??? both patients and coworkers alike always have to rub it in and he’s not doing so well i guess. the only people he can be comfortable around are George //he comes and delivers cards and flowers n shit to patients often; he also works across the street so they’re pretty close// and Ringo //a regular patient; he gets sick often but he’s always rlly nice and sweet//.

it doesn’t get better when one day, a rowdy patient named John comes in to have some finger blisters treated //too much guitar playing, probably// and bursts into laughter at the mere sight of Paul. and it certainly doesn’t help when John tries to hit on him before he leaves.

Paul hopes that’s the end of it but!! John!!! keeps!!! coming!!! back!!! and he’s literally never serious about it, going as far as to one day “complain” of a “swollen penis”, followed by a quaint request for Paul to “examine” it. //that’s our Johnny, eh?// he’s really quite a troublemaker, but he doesn’t leave Paul alone for shit and Paul hates it. he keeps trying to get one of the other nurses to deal with him., to no avail—but soon enough he starts finding that bastard kind of…. endearing. //WHAT!!!??!// 

he’s pretty funny after all, and makes what would otherwise be a pretty sad job kinda fun and something to look forward to. soon enough they’re hanging out outside of work, listening to the sweetest new records and having a blast and oh they’re crushin’ for each other now okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

then one day, John comes into the hospital and is joking and laughing as usual but he’s also looking kinda pained and aching, quickly revealing the cause to Paul as some swelling on his chest

which immediately makes Paul’s blood run cold


his mother also had those

before she died.

So Close (Part 5 of 5)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: This started as a 4+1 setup on Lin asking you to marry him. It devolved into a study of a year plus some in a relationship, and how you can be so close to the end and yet so far in the blink of an eye.

Word Count: 5774 (the shortest one, you’re welcome)

Warnings:  Badly translated Spanish, a swear, maybe.

Notes:  Oh my god, this is end! Thank you all for all the likes, comments, reblogs, replies, and follows. I am so glad you stuck around for the end. You made my day with every single reaction and I couldn’t have asked for a better welcome to the Tumblr fic community. You are all amazing!!

I do not speak Spanish, nor have I ever been on Broadway, nor am I a traditionally published author. I was proposed to once and it was not like this at all (but still good). I put a lot of research into this stuff to make it seem as realistic as possible, but if you can tell me how to fix a situation or change a translation to make it better, please let me know, I’m happy to listen.

I took a lot of inspiration from random things, but I want to point out some of my sources because they’re important.

  • The Hamiltome gave me most of the original cast/crew names and timelines for when things happened (transfer to Broadway, opening night, etc.) I also heavily relied on the timeline on the Hamilton Wiki page.
  • One of the recurring quotes throughout this work comes from Peter Pan. Kudos if you know it.
  • The JFK Airport website gave me the layout but having never flown out of JFK, it may still be very wrong.
  • Spanish translations are courtesy of Reverso Contexto. Better than Google, but I’m sure, not infallible. Let me know if I’m way off the mark.
  • I based the book/surprise off the true story. If you don’t know it, please send me an ask and I will send you what I have on it! (Trying not to give this away.)
  • The start of Lin’s speech was inspired by a prompt from @sentence-fragments. Lots of good starts to be found at this blog - go look!
  • Title comes from the Jon McLaughlin song of the same name. It is the over arcing theme song for this fic. Link

This is the first thing I’ve written in at least 5 years, and it’s the first thing I’ve written for a Broadway fandom in 10+ years. Please be kind.

Tags: @musicalmoriarty / @invisiblerambler / @mistressofdawn / @hamwriters / @keikoraventeller / @spicydice / @defenestrate-yourself-please / @helplesstoday / @superwholockbooknerd526 / @multi-fan-dom-madness / @ihamilhatemyself / @umyas

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

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What dan and phil probably do daily #7
  • Phil: dan why can't we move into a house yet
  • Dan: I told you phil branding
  • Phil: I still don't get it
  • Dan: London apartment- dan Howell new apartment- Daniel Howell forever home- Daniel Lester
  • Phil: oh so when are we ready
  • Dan: I like seeing what the fans have in mind first

anonymous asked:

I like all these theories but serious talk here, is that really Asougi? Maybe the emblem and poses are just red herrings. I say this because I heavily doubt that Barok would allow a Japanese to stand by his side with his intense hatred of them and Asougi would most likely stand for that kind of prejudice. It could be that Asougi has amnesia and thus cannot remember who he is but I'm pretty sure his looks indicates his race.

Alright, do I have a lot to say about this, prepare for a long post. Reminder, I only have my memory, so I hope I get the details right, but feel free to correct me. I’m not trying to come to a conclusion here, but just pointing out facts and writing my trains of thoughts

1. It would make no sense for Asougi to be dead

  • I’m only assuming this if Takumi didn’t want to repeat the dead mentorTM trope. Comparing Asougi’s and Mia’s deaths, yes they both kinda get the ball rolling in their respective games, but Mia’s death was an actual murder; she was killed for a reason while Asougi’s, as far as we know, was simply an accident. I know accidents happen, but it seems weird to put so much effort into developing a character and then killing them off in a senseless manner. If Asougi is truly dead, well, then I’m expecting for every one of Shu Takumi’s games for a dead mentor to appear, which will therefore make future stories pretty predictable don’t yah think?
  • Also, looking back on AA1 and DGS1, yes, Mia’s death was tragic while I was playing AA1, but I wondered why I didn’t miss her as much as I missed Asougi (enough to make a sideblog dedicated to him mind you) and then I realized Mia did come back in AA1 in the form of Maya channeling her and her story still continued. There’s still a lot we don’t know about Asougi, so I think in one way or another, his story at least has to be continued in DGS2.

2. Maybe it’s not Asougi

  • Okay, this is assuming that Takumi just likes to rip our hearts out and crush them, maybe it is someone related to Asougi then? The seal on the mask and on Asougi’s family seal are slightly different, but I still say it’s probably close enough to point to a family member. And you’re right, the skin tone too is a dead giveaway that this man is Japanese. I don’t recall if the game explicitly stated if Asougi had a brother/father (I remember there was speculation on the Morse code message since it only gave a first initial) but hey, it would definitely be more of a twist that the masked man being Asougi.

(Credit to whitecow602 at C-R Forums for the images)

3. What if the masked man and van Zieks know each other?

  • I know van Zieks has a hatred towards Japanese people, so a lot of counter arguments is why he would let a Japanese man stand with him at the bench? Well, way back when DGS1 was coming out, tbh, I though Asougi and van Zieks were related (but then when I learned their ages, it’s kind of hard to come up with a valid connection that would make sense) but nonetheless, what if van Zieks and Asougi already knew each other? Van Zieks does mention that he “needed to meet someone” or something like that, so what if that someone was Asougi? Maybe van Zieks would make his hatred the exception for someone he knows (even though I know it was some Japanese man who he trusted that “betrayed” him supposedly.)
  • Also as a side note, I personally head canon Asougi as Japanese+White (and this is totally bias since I am myself an Asian+White kid) so maybe van Zieks wouldn’t necessarily consider him Japanese? I also remember Asougi mentioning how he didn’t like the Japanese language when talking about tongue twisters, which I found really odd, ‘cuz why shit on your own language if you know English (I’m assuming he knows English) ‘cuz English is a clusterfuck of a language. The only reason I could think of that is if English was your first language, so maybe Asougi lived in England/London for a good amount before moving to Japan. It would also explain how it may be possible for him to go undercover in London if he already knows the area.
  • As for why Asougi would just stay silent with van Zieks doing his hatred towards Japanese people thing… it’s probably just for the sake of the mission? Kind of like when you bite your tongue when your parents say something racist/sexist/homophobic ‘cuz there’s no point in correcting them because they won’t change their ways. Either that or it’s all a façade…?

4. It’s too obvious!

  • Maybe they released the shots of the masked man so that we can all start theorizing about Asougi’s return to build up hype for the game? Regardless of whether it’s Asougi or not, it’s still going to be an emotional moment when the masked man reveals his true identity. Having the thought beforehand that this man will be Asougi will either make us cry and throw confetti or just crush all of our hopes and dreams.

The only thing I don’t agree with is that Asougi has amnesia… ‘cuz how do you end up an assistant to the Grim Reaper of the Old Bailey if you have amnesia??? Maybe Asougi still remembers his law knowledge, but how did he even end up with van Zieks in the first place? I guess we can only wait for DGS2 (and very kind people who understand Japanese who can translate it :3 ) to come out.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading all of my ramblings! Feel free to continue the conversation, point out some stuff I missed, or add your own inputs!

Hello Detective (Sherlock) Chapter 28

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You came in through the kitchen and found everyone in the living room. You didn’t realize you probably looked like you were crying, because you were.

“Are you okay?” Sherlock asked you as you came to sit down next to him.

“I was just talking to my brother. They’re not releasing him to come to the funeral.” You nodded, lying about why you were really upset.

“He’s in Afghanistan or Iraq?” Sherlock asked.

“Afghanistan.” You answered, he nodded. He wrapped his arm around you and you leaned into him. You felt safe in his arms, here your uncle Ryan couldn’t hurt you.

“I think I’m going to have to move to London, clearly that’s where all the good guys are.” Angelica joked upon seeing you and Sherlock. As she said that your uncle returned and sat down opposite you next to your mum.

“Maybe we should introduce her to Mycroft.” Sherlock joked. You saw your uncle stiffen at the sound of his name. It’s nice to know that his name instills this much fear in your uncle. If he wasn’t at the top of the FBI you’re sure he wouldn’t know it.

“I don’t think Mycroft deserves her.” You smiled.

“Who’s Mycroft?” Angelica asked eagerly.

“Sherlock’s older brother.” You answered.

“Oh there’s another one of you? Please and thank you, I’ll take five.” Angelica said with a smile and a laugh.

“Oh maybe Lestrade?” You joked.

“As long as it’s not Anderson, though I think your sister will be visiting a lot more now.” Sherlock smiled.

“Oh definitely, I’ll just show up on your doorstep randomly and be ready to stay for a week.” Angelica said, and you doubted she was joking. Angelica had this gift, she could always cheer up a room. She was going to make this situation the best it could be. Even though we were mourning the loss of our father, she was going to make sure we only remembered the good memories we made with him. She was going to make sure everyone was smiling and there were no more tears. That was just her nature.

“Y/N, I’ve put you and Sherlock in the room on the back right side upstairs. I know you two are probably exhausted from flying and the time change. Why don’t you two go rest and then freshen up before we all go out to dinner tonight.” Your mother instructed. You nodded and Sherlock followed you up the stairs and to the room. Your mother liked to control everything and have everything her way so it was better to just do as you were told around her.

You closed the door behind you after Sherlock stepped into the room where your bags had already been placed. You immediately collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. Sherlock laughed as you did so. You sat up as he sat down next to you.

“Thank you for coming here with me. I really appreciate you, well…” You began but he finished your sentence.

“Not being myself.” He said.

“I wasn’t going to say that, but yes. Thank you for being civil. For my family it’s great but you don’t have to pretend in here. I know the real you, Sherlock. I like the real you.” You said.

“Thank God, being nice is so hard. Everyone is so simple with their little boring lives. I don’t know how you lived with them for so long.” Sherlock said, you smiled.

“I kept to myself a lot I guess. I read a lot, I’m closer with my brother though than Angelica so I spent a lot of time with him.” You said, Sherlock nodded.

“God I’m tired.” You said, falling back into the bed. Sherlock soon followed.

“It’s so quiet here. I can walk outside of the house without having to put on that damn hat and have my picture in every paper.” Sherlock said, as you nuzzled into his side, exhausted.

“Fame isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, huh?” You teased. Sherlock wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. He placed a kiss to your forehead and you smiled.

You soon drifted off to sleep with your head rested on Sherlock’s chest. He fell asleep a little bit after you did.

You woke up about an hour later feeling rested. Sherlock was still asleep so you decided to unpack a little and pick out something to wear for tonight. As you did this you thought about how lucky you were to have Sherlock here with you. You understood how hard it was for him to play nice, and you really appreciated it. You wished your father had a chance to meet Sherlock. Then another thought popped in your head causing tears to flow down your cheeks again.

Sherlock woke up and glanced at you standing over your suitcase crying. He immediately jumped to your side.

“What is it?” He said, wrapping his arms around you.

“I just realized my father will never be able to walk me down the aisle.” You cried. Sherlock didn’t know how to respond so he just held you. He was new to all these emotions. He never imagined that you would come along and make him feel the things he did. He felt bad for you, he had infact imagined maybe one day marrying you. It would make sense, you were the only one he could tolerate, you were the only one he always wanted to spend time with, you were the only one he felt the closest thing to love that he was capable of for.

You calmed down after a few minutes and looked at the clock. It was time to get ready for dinner. You slipped into a simple dress and you felt Sherlock’s eyes on you as you did so. You smirked and sauntered over to Sherlock. He was only wearing dress pants and no shirt.

“Could you zip me up?” You asked, turning and moving your hair so he could do so. You felt him pull the zipper up effortlessly.

“Thanks.” You muttered as you turned around slowly to face him. “I’ll run down stairs and see what time we’re leaving.” Sherlock only nodded.

When you got down stairs you noticed that no one was down there. You stepped outside onto the porch to do what you really came down here to do. You pulled out your phone and placed a call, waiting impatiently for them to pick up.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” Mycroft asked.

“Yes, but I need you to do something for me and I need this to stay secret from Sherlock.” You said carefully.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I need you to dig up any dirt you can on Ryan Spencer.” You explained.

“The FBI assistant director? He’s been working for Russia since 1980. Why do you care about him?” Mycroft asked, you didn’t know he was a double agent.

“He’s my uncle. I need leverage over him. I can’t really explain it now Mycroft, he’s just not a good guy, at home and at work apparently.” You said.

“Well, I’ll see what else I can find.” He said, you heard the door slide open behind you.

“What are you doing out here all alone Y/Nickname?” Your uncle Ryan asked, you jumped slightly and turned to face him.

“I’m on the phone clearly. John, thanks for your concern but we both made it safely.” You lied into your phone, pretending you were talking to John.

“Be careful Y/N, Agent Spencer is trouble.” Mycroft said before hanging up the phone.

“Who was that?” Ryan asked.

“None of your business.” You growled.

“John huh? Another boyfriend?” He asked, looking you up and down. “Nice dress by the way.”

“John is Sherlock’s flatmate, he was just making sure we made it here okay.” You lied, pushing past him and back into the house. You went back upstairs before you had to speak to him again.

When you got back to your room Sherlock was now fully dressed and putting his shoes on. He was in a simple suit and no tie. You noticed he wasn’t wearing his favorite coat, but if he really wasn’t being himself then maybe no coat.

Dinner was uneventful and Sherlock continued playing the part of the perfect boyfriend. Whenever your sister said something dumb you noticed it physically pained Sherlock to not correct her or say some snide remark. You applauded his dedication though. Your uncle Ryan drove all of you home. You were the last to get out of the car and before you did you turned to your uncle and said in perfect Russian.

“до свидания, мудак.” You spoke and his eyes went wide. Goodbye, asshole.

You jumped out of the car before he had a chance to question you. Mycroft had told you that he was working for Russia for the past 30 years.

It was late, almost 11:30 so your mother ushered you all upstairs to bed. You got to the room and Sherlock had an almost sad look on his face.

“What is it?” You asked, sitting next to him on the side of the bed.

“Your family is all so normal. I see you with your family and I want to be normal for you.” Sherlock said, with a sad puppy dog look that made you want to hug him.

“Sherlock, you’re not normal,” You began and he looked up to you almost confused, “But that’s why I love you.”

He smiled the widest smile you have ever seen.

“I’m just scared because you’re you. You’re the high functioning sociopath who says he’s not capable of feelings like that.” You said cautiously.

“You were never supposed to mean this much to me. I was never supposed to fall this hard. But you know what? I did and that’s the truth, that’s what keeps me holding on because it hurts like hell to let you go.” Sherlock said, taking your hand in his.

When you told him you loved him you never expected him to say it back. You knew how hard it was for him to say it, but he said it in his own way. You smiled and looked up to him.

“You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” Sherlock whispered, caressing your cheek.

“I’m not used to being loved Y/N. I wouldn’t know what to do.” He spoke again.

“For some reason I find that hard to believe.” You whispered as Sherlock closed the distance between the two of you. He placed his lips on yours. This time was different, he had never been the one to initiate these kinds of things.

His lips moved in sync with yours. At first it was soft and careful, but it soon turned rough and hungry. It was like all the sexual tension had boiled up and was finally being released. Sherlock laid back onto the bed and pulled you down with him. His hands began exploring your body. You moved your hands into his curls and he let out a deep moan. His fingers found their way to the zipper of your dress and slowly pulled it down.

He looked to you, almost for approval. You smirked and responded by slowly unbuttoning his shirt as you straddled him. You could feel him growing beneath you.

He pulled the dress off of you, revealing that you weren’t wearing a bra and only thin lace panties. After unbuttoning his shirt you slipped it off and began to unbuckle his pants.

“Are you sure?” You asked, before doing so.

“Oh God yes, are you?” He asked back.

“Definitely.” You smirked and continued to remove his pants. You slowly slipped your hand into his shorts, revealing his enlarged member. You stroked it slowly, before taking your tongue and tracing it from bottom to top. As you did so Sherlock let out another moan. You took him in your mouth as deep as you could, using your hand on the rest. Sherlock was a lot larger than you expected. Sherlock’s fingers intertwined into your hair as he quietly moaned your name.

“God, I need you Y/N.” He said after a few minutes. You looked up to him and his eyes were full of lust. He quickly flipped you under him and placed another kiss on your lips. He began kissing down your body until his lips connected with your heat.

“Sherlock.” You moaned. “Please.”

Sherlock lifted himself above you and slowly inched himself inside you until he bottomed out. He let out another moan and reconnected his lips with yours. He began thrusting and his curls were tickling your neck. Your hands moved to his back, slowly running you nails up and down it, which only seemed to encourage him.

“Oh God, Sherlock.” you moaned into his ear as he hit your G-spot. His pelvis was rubbing against your clit as he thrusted inside of you.

“Y/N, I’m…” He struggled to say.

“Me too Sherlock.” You whispered, as you both came undone. Sherlock flopped down next to you, breathing heavily.

“Well now I see why people enjoy that so much.” He said, after his breathing had leveled out. You laughed as he pulled you closer into his chest, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“That’s one less thing for Mycroft to make fun of me with now.” Sherlock said after a new minutes.

“Please, I’d be surprised if Mycroft had ever even seen a girl naked before.” You retorted and Sherlock laughed. You soon fell asleep with his arm around you and your head on his bare chest.

The next day was the funeral and as you had predicted, Angelica made it tear free. It was focused on all the good memories and things he had done. It was overall uneventful until you got home. Your mother left to change when you got home and Angelica returned upstairs to her room as well.

“Y/N, can I speak to you alone for a moment?” Your Uncle Ryan asked, strangely for him, using your full name.

“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it in front of Sherlock. Хорошо?” You said. Okay?

“You know what, I’ve just forgotten what I wanted to tell you. Why don’t you go pack and I’ll drive you to the airport. Your flight leaves in about three hours right.” He covered, though you weren’t sure exactly what he wanted to tell you, you assumed it was something along the lines of ‘Why do you keep speaking in Russian to me?’ or ‘How did you find out I’m working for the Russians?”.

You did as he said and Sherlock followed you to the room to pack. You decided not to change, you were in a dress and long navy coat since it was chilly outside today. You threw the rest of your things into your bag and Sherlock carried it down the stairs with his own small bag.

Personal and Blog Update

I live in London now and will for the next year, which 1) is the reason I’ve been almost entirely out of communication, because I just moved, and 2) means that my posting schedule will probably be even wackier than usual. I’m also going to be starting classes for my Masters in about a week and I’m not sure what my workload is going to look like, so my posting might drop out a bit again.

If any of you read my fanfics on AO3 and are wondering why I haven’t posted or updated much of anything recently, it’s because I had to pack up my apartment and then move and then go on vacation and then move again, so hopefully I’ll get back on some sort of schedule soon.

I’m living in Stratford, so if anyone has any suggestions for things to do either in Stratford, London, or the UK in general, I would love to hear them.

Say It Again

Stone Cold Part 2

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I was late for work.  So very late for work.  I had never been this late for work in my life.  But that sure as hell wasn’t gonna stop me from getting a coffee before I actually headed into the office.  Going without coffee for the day was unacceptable, most people would agree with me on that.  And there was no way I was going to drink the black sludge in the communal kitchen area.


Starbucks was across the street from my new office anyway, Thank God.  So it wasn’t like I was going to save that much time by skipping.  However, I stepped inside to see the longest line in the history of lines.  Ugh.

I pulled my phone from my heavy winter coat, disentangling myself from the puffy red scarf my mother had knitted for me as I tried to get my glove off.  I finally just resorted to pulling it off with my teeth.  I was in the middle of a text to my co-worker Tom when I glanced up.

It was a two second glance up from my phone.

Barely a blip.

I wasn’t even looking at anything.  

But there he was.  Standing about six feet away from me, a smirk on his face that definitely said he wasn’t happy to see me.

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Victoria's Secret

It was a rainy day. I love rainy days. One of the reasons why I moved to London. The day was calm as it ended and I was quiet, sat down on my couch and reading a fiction book when the door opened. I was unusually well dressed, considering I was just chilling at my place. It’s just that he was singing in a fashion show with girls in stunning lingeries… I didn’t want him to come back home to a piece of trash.
“Hey you!” he was excited. I can imagine why.
It was a few hours after the show and he was probably hanging out with Taylor. I chose not to go, though it would suck really hard be next to those Angels.
“Hi” I said as I closed my book and got up to give him a quick kiss. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah, it was great, everybody was really talented and knew what they were doing”, he left his things on the floor and walked towards the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“I bet you did” I said in a kinky way, making fun of him.
“Don’t start” he laughed, throwing himself in the couch, too tired to do anything else.
“What?” I imitated his accent and put his legs on my lap. “You have the funniest way of being jealous I’ve ever seen” he smiled, ripping off his shoes with his own feet.
“Can you blame me? Those girls are fucking perfect” I tried not to sound worried or crazy jealous, but he knows me too well.
“You’re perfect” he lifted his head and gave me a kiss, caressing my neck, kind of trying to make a point. “Yeah, that’s gonna make me feel better” I said.

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the rolling stones article fiasco

let me preface what i am about to say by making it clear that i am in in no way excusing the words and actions of luke, michael, calum, and ashton in that interview. that being said, the way that article turned out is not entirely their fault.

as someone who works in the music industry, regardless of the fact that it’s a much smaller scale than the level 5sos is on, i can honestly tell you that from a management/PR standpoint those boys were not prepped properly for that interview. 5 seconds of summer have a management team. not only that, but they have a seasoned management team. a management team who should have known better than to schedule such a massive fucking interview the day after the AMAs. i understand that an interview in Rolling Stone is a big fucking deal, but honestly agreeing to an interview that big the day after a major awards ceremony was probably one of the stupidest things Modest! Management has done to date. 

i understand that perhaps it was the only day the interviewer from Rolling Stone was available. in which case, what kind of management team tells the boys’ assistant to just let them sleep and only text them to see if their up instead of knocking on their doors? or here’s a thought, why did nobody make sure those boys set alarms? doing the interview the day after the AMAs meant with guys like michael, luke, calum, and ashton that doing the interview hungover was probably inevitable, but at the very least they should have been awake and waiting when the interviewer showed up. honestly, the fact that none of them were even awake when the interview began was my first clue that the article was going to be bad. 

i acknowledge that 5sos are trying to break away from being seen as a boy band. as ashton said in the article, they spend 75% of their time trying to prove themselves. there is no lie in that. however, there is a way to go about being more ‘rock and roll’ without seeming like complete assholes. compared to other bands in their genre, in the grand scheme of things 5sos are still very, very green to the music industry. Modest! does not have a damn clue how to manage a rock band. they’re used to managing pop acts who make their money off of being wholesome, or being completely coy about their sex lives and partying habits. some stand outs that would not have happened if they had better management who prepped them for that interview:

  • the fact that they let arzaylea be present and spoken to (she shouldn’t have been there at all, the article wasn’t about her). 
  • luke complaining about promo.
  • the fact that nobody tried to take a break to turn the interview around the second luke started insulting internet personalities and michael talked shit about justin fucking beiber. (now, i may not like the dude or his music, but he’s one of the biggest names in the industry and being on his shit list probably isn’t a good idea.)
  • the entire paragraph with luke about partying and multiple girls in one night during the early days after they moved to London. 
  • other major things i’m probably forgetting because i don’t have the article in front of me.

there are other ways to prove yourselves as musicians. for example– talking about your music and why you write what you write and how you get to that point in your writing. how hungover they were and who they party with should’ve been at maximum half a page. the rest should’ve been about the music. the content of this interview (if you can even call it that) gradually got worse because the boys weren’t prepared. they weren’t prepared for the interview to take everything they say and keep it on the record. they weren’t prepared for the interviewer to ask probably some of the most invasive questions they’ve ever been asked, and because of that probably they said whatever came to mind first– and what came to mind first, even if it was the truth, was worded extremely poorly. you can be honest without sounding like a dick if you’re prepared. 6+ years of customer service taught me that. 

like i said. i’m not excusing their behavior. i’m not excusing what they said, and i fully believe that the best move they can make now if they want to save their career is to make a complete apology. i will not however, let them take the full blame. if the Modest! Management team weren’t such pieces of shit, and could do their jobs properly, that article wouldn’t have been half as bad as it was. 

Find A Way || One Shot

Title: Find A Way
Rating: K+
Pairing: Clara/Rose
Word Count: 6891

Summary: A new apartment, a new chance to start over…and a very attractive blonde living down the hall. What could possibly go wrong?

Notes: This is long. I’m sorry. But try to give it a chance?

Accopmanying picspam by @trishwalkered

“Alright,” Clara sighed as she dropped the last box in her new living room, rolling her shoulders. “That should be it. Thanks, Danny.”

“Any time if you’re buying lunch,” Danny replied with a grin, and Clara rolled her eyes at him.

“Monday’s on me. Promise.” She walked him out, leaning on the door frame as he walked into the hall. A door across the hall and a few doors down opened.

“Okay well I’m leaving without you.” Clara jerked around at the sound of the familiar voice, rather surprised to see a former student walking out of the apartment down the hall. Jenny Tyler paused, blinking, when she saw Clara.

“Ms. Oswald? What’re you doing here?”

“Uh…living.” Clara waved a hand behind her. Jenny raised an eyebrow, looking at Danny.

“Jeez, you teachers really do have lives outside of school.”

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Hogwarts: History of the Castle

Hogwarts castle was not built by the founders, nor was it originally built to house a school. Castle building technology did not arrive in Britain until after the Norman Conquest in 1066. The founders most likely set up their “school” in a large town called Hogwarts, which had already existed in one form or another for millennia.

Hogwarts castle must have been built long after the founding for the defence of the town called Hogwarts and continued to be used for military and political purposes for many centuries afterward before it came to house the modern Hogwarts School.

I explain:

  • When Hogwarts was built
  • How it lead to the founding of Hogsmeade
  • What purpose the castle was used for before it became a school
  • Why it contains something as powerful as the Room of Requirement

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Request - Danny Mahealani “A secret to keep…”

“Wait! What?” You ran down the stairs towards Danny, still sitting there after Ethan had left him behind. “You knew? You knew the entire time?” You sat down next to him and saw how he shrugged his shoulders and smiled his smile.
“Do you really think I never noticed that strange things were going on around here?” He placed a hand on your arm and you shook your head again, wondering why he had never said something, why he had always acted as if he didn’t understand a thing, why he had been able to hide this all those time.
“We thought we were good at sneaking around.” You shrugged your shoulders and Danny started to laugh.
“Don’t you think there were a little bit too much strange things happening here?” He pressed his side against yours and you stared at your feet, feeling how you started to blush.
“How did you find out?” You looked up at him, feeling your legs trembling a little bit, shaking because you had asked yourself too often if he didn’t have the right to know, to know who he was dating, what he was dating, who his friends were, what his friends were.
“I found out something was wrong when Jackson started to act strange…” He whispered and looked around to be sure that nobody was hearing him. “At first he didn’t want to tell me anything, but then he admitted that he needed someone to know, someone to talk to.” He paused for a moment and stared at you shrugging his shoulders again.
“He told me everything he knew.” He stared at his feet, probably ashamed that he had never told anyone that he knew, had never told you all that he knew, that you could freely talk about it around him.
“And still you started to date a werewolf.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.
“It took me some time to realise that he was a werewolf too.” He looked around, probably looking for Ethan, but you knew both that he was far away and would never come back, would never come back to the place where he had to say good-bye to his brother, his twin-brother, half of himself.
“Why didn’t you say something?” You stared at him again and placed a hand on his shoulder, imagining how hard it must have been for him to keep all of this a secret, to never show that he knew, to never show that he understood.
“Jackson had threatened to rip me to pieces if I would show anyone that I knew.” He laughed for a moment, clearly still missing his best friend who had moved to London, leaving him behind in this mess of people that were anything but normal human beings.
“He told me that knowing was probably more dangerous than not knowing, that as long as everyone thought I didn’t know I would be safe, that I wouldn’t be dragged in to this as long as I acted as if I didn’t understand.” He shrugged his shoulders again and you nodded, nodded because you knew that he was probably right.
“Staying out of the action zone, under the protection of a werewolf. Smart, very smart.” You smiled and he smiled back.
“Blowing your cover, maybe not so smart.” He answered and whispered and you shook your head.
“You still have the protection of a werewolf, well, more of them I guess.” You stood up and turned around. “And I’m sure we don’t want to risk Ethan and Jackson ripping us to pieces.” You smiled and saw how Danny shook his head and smiled too.
“Thank you.” He stared at you and you stared back.
“You’re very welcome.” 

I Was Already Addicted To You - Kai

A/N: Okay so I had this idea stuck on my head for days, and I managed to get it together and write this scenario, tell me what you think afterwards, love ya, the gif above inspired me.

There you were , another Family meeting, you were lost in thoughts when you heard your name , your mom was telling your sister “oh, she is addicted to these Korean songs right now” , “mom, not again, please, there’s no big deal” , your older sister laughed and said “I think that comes from her childhood, remember when we travelled when she was little and she spent hours playing with that asian little boy at the airport?” , “huh?” , you asked her, “yeah I remember that”, your mom said, “you’re right, she probably had Always have the tendency” , “mom, it’s just music” , “okay okay”, she said and changed subjects right away, for your luck.

The rest of the night was pleasant , the only thing that was odd was the way your sister was looking at you, like she wanted to tell you something, she seemed anxious too, looking at the door at all times, you decided to ignore it, maybe she was under a lot of stress or somethng like that but you felt relieved when you finally got to lay on your bed and sleep, that’s when you had a flashback.


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Fox and the Hound (Jackson Whittemore)

Imagine: having an on and off relationship with Aiden. You guys break up, and Jackson swoops in, and makes a move right after coming back from London.

You slammed you’re locker as you heard Aiden’s voice talking to Lydia about some hook up or something. You didn’t know why you cared so much since you were the one who broke it off.


“Stop! What the hell are you doing, (Y/N)?” Aiden yelled as he dodged one of the countless things you threw at him. “Why? Why should I?” you said back, irritated. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he said, obviously trying to stay calm, and you probably weren’t helping at the moment, but you didn’t care.

“You know what it means! I’m tired of you trying to kill my friends!” You shouted. “You know that wasn’t my fault! It’s Deucalion.” He shouted, his anger starting to shine through, but you were too angry to even be afraid. “You’re an Alpha for God’s sake! You’re just like acting like a bitch! You know what? Just go, just leave, we’re done, for good this time.” You shouted, breathing heavy.


You shook your head clear of the memory, and you traced the claw marks on your shoulder and collar bone from when he lost control, but thankfully Scott got there in time. You took a step back from your locker, and you rammed right into someone. They caught your arm to steady you, and you saw that it was Jackson Whittemore. Someone who you all thought you wouldn’t see again.

“Hey, (Y/N), what’s wrong?” he said, looking sincere, but with him, you never knew. You scoffed, and yanked your arm out of his grip. His eyes fell onto your healing claw marks, and his eyes narrowed.

“Who did that to you?” he asked coldly. “It doesn’t matter, it’s taken care of.” You said just as cold. “How about we get out of here, and you can tell me all about it.” He said in his usual flirtatious manner, and you tried hard not to blush.

“Oh honey, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.” You said as you began to walk away. “Oh babe, don’t play hard to get. We all know I’ll win.” He said as he threw an arm around your shoulders. “But I’ve become very good at games.” You said, feeling the challenge spike adrenaline through your veins. “You’ve gotten stronger, I like it.” He said coyly. “The fox and the hound.” You whispered before you pulled out of his grasp, and disappeared down the hallway.

Later at your house, you were laying on your stomach, and your ankles were crossed in the air, and when you felt a hand on your back you let out a high pitched shriek. You were tossed onto your back, and you looked up to see Jackson above you. Your breath was shaky, and he gave you a slight apologetic smile, but he was more amused. “You know I’m still human right?” you said trying to calm your racing heartbeat, which he could surely hear.

“You challenged me, and I won, so what do I get?” he asked you eagerly. “Claim your prize.” You said in a low voice. “Go on a date with me.” He said completely serious, and you were in shock. “My, my, I thought Mr. Whittemore doesn’t go on dates.” You teased, to cover up your shock. “He did some soul searching.” He said as he lowered himself closer to you. “Okay, I’ll go on a date with you.” You said agreeing, but feeling excited. He gave a non-jackson-like smile, and kissed your lips lightly. And to put it in simple terms, you have never felt more ecstatic in your entire life. 


Can’t Resist It 

When 22 year old Liam meets 17 year old Zayn in a club, he’s got mixed feelings on how he should approach his sudden infatuation. 

Liam’s 22-years-old he should not be sitting in the corner of a club in hopes of pulling someone. He should be settled down, well he almost was settled down until his misses of two years decided she hated dick and was running off to live with her new girlfriend in Cambodia. 

It’s just the people in here look so young, he’s pretty sure over half of them have used fake ids to get in to this place. 

Liam doesn’t want to be here, this hasn’t been his scene since he was not much older than these kids. 

He doesn’t want to be here but he is here because Andy had demanded he stopped moping and come out for drinks. Which is how he found himself surrounded by barely eighteen year olds in the first place because apparently that’s it seems that’s the age range Andy’s friends like to go for. 

Liam’s actually contemplating leaving when Andy and Jordan return, with hands filled with drinks and a few unknown (to Liam) girls trailing behind them. 

“We made some friends at the bar,” Andy announces, attempting to place the drinks on the table in front of Liam, almost spilling them everywhere. “They’re from Yorkshire.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” Liam offers as the group suddenly file in to the booth around him. 

It’s not until he feels an arm pressed against his that he realises there was one lad amongst the gaggle of girls his friends brought back. 

Liam looks at him, he can’t even be eighteen or if he is, then his birthday must be today. He’s not a bad looking lad and he’s intruging to look at, which Liam feels wrong considering there’s got to be at least a four year age gap between them. 

But out of all the people he’d seen come and go tonight, this lad is probably the fist person to actually catch his attention. 

“Take a picture, bro.” The lad snarls, though there’s a slight blush to his cheeks as he does. 

Liam quickly averts his gaze to the couple sitting opposite them, to find his best mate with his tongue down some girls throat, only when he turns his head away it’s to find his other mate in the exact same position. 

“So much for wingmen.” He grumbles. 

A snort comes from beside him and Liam feels a little bit proud of that. But when he looks to the kid, his eyes are on his wrist where he’s fiddling with his bracelet. 

So Liam grabs a shot from the tray in the middle and puts it in front of the lad before grabbing one for himself. He gives a little encouraging smile when the lad looks in his direction and gets a roll of the eyes in return before the shot is taken back. 

They do the same with the four remaining shots on the tray as their friends continue to each others faces in the booth. Eventually the younger of the two must get bored though because he lets out a pained sigh before he reaches forward to shove at the girl sucking Andy’s face. 

“Doni, can I have the hotel key?” He pleads. 

‘Doni’ pulls back from Andy and shoots the kid a glare. “I’m not letting you walk through the streets of London alone, squirt. Ammi would kill me. Just get another drink?” 

“I’ll walk him back?” Liam offers before she can go back to kissing Andy. “I’m gonna head off anyway.” 

“Bro.” Andy frowns. 

Liam shrugs, knowing he won’t need to argue because if he leaves then Andy wont feel guilty when he ditches him to shag this girl. 

“Who are you?” Doni questions. 

“Liam’s cool, babe.” Andy assures her. “He’s a fireman.” 

“How does that assure me he’s not going to rape my little brother?” Doni asks him. 

“Well, he’s straight as a board.” Andy assures her first. 

The kid beside Liam snorts and Liam looks at him questionably only to get a shrug of shoulders in return. 

“And I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t offer to walk the kid home if he was planning to rape him,” Andy continues. “Pretty bad plan that.” 

Doni huffs and looks at her brother. “You text me when you get there.” 

“Sure.” He replies, looking hopeful. 

Doni turns in Andy’s lap to look through her bag that rests on the table and grabs a card from it, throwing it at the younger kid. Then she returns to kissing Andy like the conversation hadn’t happened. 

The younger lad slides out of the booth and waits for Liam to slide out after him before he starts walking. They get down one set of stairs and then walk down a corridor to get to the next but Liam catches the cloakroom on his way past and remembers he checked his coat in. 

“Wait!” Liam calls out to the kid and when he keeps walking. “Uh, excuse me.” 

The younger lad turns around and shoots him an irritated look, obviously not understanding why they’re not still walking. 

“I need to get my coat.” Liam explains. 

There’s a huff followed by slightly heavy steps at the other lad makes his way back over to Liam. There’s a little bit of a cue that they have to join and awkward silence falls over them, which Liam’s never good with. 

“So, what’s your name?” Liam asks as he shoves his hand in his jeans pocket. 

The younger lad looks more irritated. “Zayn.” 

“Liam.” He replies. 

Zayn nods and crosses his arms and taps his foot, clearly irritated that he’s being made to wait. 

“So, you were here with your sister?” Liam asks. 

“Well done, Sherlock.” Zayn says with another roll of his eyes. 

Liam doesn’t remember being this grumpy when he was eighteen but his parents might tell a different story. 

“So, why are you in London?” Liam questions as the line moves forward. 

“It’s Doni’s twenty first,” Zayn explains. “My Mam said I had to come to watch out for her or some shit. Which made Doni hate me because we’ve got to share a room, which means it’s hard for her to hook up with random guys.” 

“Andy will probably go back to ours.” Liam admits and then cringes because it’s this guy’s sister and he’d hate to be talking about one of his sisters hooking up with someone. 

“I hope so ‘cause I’m not sleeping in the corridor like she made me do last night.” Zayn replies and then nods to the now empty booth while Liam stares at him in shock. 

Liam pats himself down until he find his wallet in his back pocket and then pulls the slip out of it, to hand it to the girl. The girl grabs his leather jacket and he thanks her politely before nodding for Zayn to lead the way out of the club. 

The spring air bites at his arms when they get outside and he goes to slip his jacket on before he notices Zayn rubbing at his own arms. 

“How could you not bring a coat?” Liam asks him. 

“Our hotel’s like down the road,” Zayn replies. “I didn’t see the point.” 

It’s Liam who rolls his eyes this time as he holds his leather out to the younger lad. 

“Fuck off, man.” Zayn snorts. “I’m not some pussy.” 

“You’re literally shivering.” Liam points out. 

“You’re cold too.” Zayn retorts. 

“I’ve got long sleeves, i’ll live.” Liam promises and shakes the jacket. “Don’t be a child and put it on.” 

Zayn snatches the coat from him and grumbles the whole time as he puts it on. It swallows him completely and Liam finds himself staring again. 

“Serious, bro.” Zayn snaps but he looks bemused. “Do you want a picture? Shall I pose?” 

“Sorry.” Liam mumbles, pushing his hands back in to his pockets as they start walking down the street. 

They walk for a sold five minutes in silence. Though Liam naturally keeps pressing close to Zayn when groups of people (especially) guys walks past them. He doesn’t know if it’s a protective thing or a possessive thing. Both sort of worry him, considering he’s only just met this kid. 

“So, your friends think you’re straight?” Zayn asks. 

Liam shrugs. “I haven’t given them an incline to think otherwise.” 

“But you’re not are you?” Zayn pushes. “Not entirely.” 

“Not entirely, no.” Liam agrees and then offers Zayn a small grin. “Why are you so interested?” 

“You were the one staring at me, mate.” Zayn reminds him but his eyes are focused on where his fingers are playing with the zip on Liam’s leather jacket. 

“I was, wasn’t I.” Liam agrees and he lets himself look this time. 

This boys is gorgeous. From his face to his hair, to the way his skinny legs don’t quite fit in his baggy jeans. 

“How old are you?” Liam asks because he feels that’s an important question here. 

Zayn keeps fiddling with the zip. “Old enough.” 

“To what?” Liam pushes. “Vote?” 

“Not quite.” Zayn admits. 

“Christ,” Liam mutters. “When’s your birthday?”  

“January.” Zayn replies and finally looks in Liam’s direction. 

“It’s April,” Liam tells him like he doesn’t know. “That means you only turned seventeen three months ago.” 

Zayn shrugs and goes back to fiddling with the zipper. “So?” 

“Yeah, you’re right, it doesn’t matter.” Liam agrees as Zayn comes to stop outside a hotel. “You weren’t lying when you said it was close.” 

Zayn hums and glances at the hotel before looking back at Liam. 

“Make sure to text your sister,” Liam reminds him. “I don’t want her hunting me down, she seems like she’d be scary when she’s pissed.” 

“Okay.” Zayn agrees. 

“It was nice meeting you, Zayn.” Liam tells him and then uses his all his strength to turn on his foot and walk away from this gorgeous (yet underage) boy. 

He gets as far as the end of the street before he feels someone tug at his shoulder. 

“You forgot your jacket.” Zayn informs him, cheeks rosy from where he’d obviously jogged to catch up with Liam. 

Liam to take the leather from Zayn’s hand with a thankful smile but frowns when the other lad doesn’t let it go. 

“Can you kiss me?” Zayn requests, biting down his lip nervously. 

Liam’s a little distracted by that so it takes a lot of his strength not to say yes straight away. 

“Just once and I won’t tell anyone,” Zayn says when Liam doesn’t reply. “I’ve never kissed a guy and I don’t know if you look in the mirror a lot but you’re really fit and I think you fancy me so–” 

Liam cuts of Zayn’s sentence by pressing his lips to the other lads. The angle is off because Zayn’s mouth had been open for talking. But Liam steps forward and slips his hand on to Zayn’s lower back and pulls him closer and when their lips finally aline, it’s a pretty amazing kiss. 

“Wow.” Zayn says when they finally party, his eyes a little glassy and very wide. 

“Alright?” Liam checks, stroking the younger lad’s lower back with his thumb. 

“You’re a really good kisser.” Zayn compliments. 

“Ditto.” Liam says with grin that seems to make Zayn go a bit dopey. 

“I know I said only once but can we do it again?” Zayn asks, biting his lip again. 

Liam reaches up to tug Zayn’s lips from between his teeth. “How about you invite me up for a drink and we’ll see?” 

“Fuck, yeah, okay.” Zayn says a little excited and when Liam raises his eyebrows. “Shit, right, yeah. Do you wanna come up for a drink?” 

“I’d love to.” Liam replies and slips his jacket back around Zayn’s shoulders so they can walk back to the hotel. 

They might spent the night kissing and drinking the rest of the booze Doni and her friends had left from their pre-drinks. 

She might find them the next morning, curled together on the king size bed and she kicks off before Zayn assures her nothing happened. Liam wants to bolt but Zayn gives him pleading eyes so he stays and they eat breakfast with Doni and her friends (as she seethes in her chair opposite them). 

Eventually Liam has to leave, to go home and shower but he makes sure to programme his number in to Zayn’s phone before he does. He assures him that he can text him whenever he wants about whatever he wants. Because he knows how fucking scary it can be to be seventeen and confused about your sexuality. 

Zayn text Liam every detail of what she rants about on the drive home and then rings him sniffling when his parents take the news about as equally as well. It takes ages for Liam to calm him down and assure him that if his parents really love him, they’ll come around because Liam’s parents finally did. 

After a month of texting and phone calls and a weekend Liam has off from work, he drives down to Bradford to surprise Zayn. He doesn’t argue when he’s greeted with a gleeful kiss, he also says nothing when Zayn introduces him to his family as ‘my boyfriend’. He simply squeezes the younger lad’s hand as it slips in to his and accepts the fact that he’s slowly falling in love with this kid.