Summary: It’s Phil’s thirtieth birthday and Dan throws him a surprise party. One particular party guest has a plan to turn the duo into something slightly more than platonic. Word Count: 1341 Genre: Fluff Warnings: N/A
Brooklyn Beckham- I Still Don’t Know You (Chapter One)
I walked up to the house I was now going to call home.
My mom had a job transfer that lead us to come to London, England, and, boy, I didn’t want to come.
Well, until we actually left.
I had been really down the morning after my mom had told me we had to move to London. Away from all of my friends and even my boyfriend. My dad was calm about it, knowing he would come with us without hesitation. A bunch of our neighbors came over to say goodbye to us two weeks before we left. I never thought we were that important to the neighborhood.
But my friends acted like I would be staying through the rest of high school. They didn’t treat me with sympathy like everyone else did and I was happy about that. We all went on our crazy adventures as we usually did and came back ridiculously late on Friday nights.
But all that changed a day before I left for London.
All of my friends told me their darkest secrets.
Even my best friend, Destiny, told me something I didn’t even know about her.
I guess after 13 years you still don’t know everything about someone.
I even threw my opinion about my boyfriend down the drain.
I had gone to tell him goodbye since we had to leave early in the morning. I knocked on his door and a small blond girl opened the door.
“Who are you?” she asked in a snobby little voice.
I was really confused at that point.
My boyfriend, Aaron, had told me that he would have been home alone all week.
“Babe, who is it?”
I heard Aaron’s voice ring through the entryway of his house.
“I don’t know who this little bitch is, so I think she can leave.”
So I ended up yelling into the house, “Yea this bitch happens to be your girlfriend, well I guess now your ex-girlfriend.”
Aaron came running up to the doorway as I was leaving and kept yelling after me saying that he could explain, but I just flicked him and the blond bitch off.
I walked into the big house.
It was detailed and had polished hardwood floors.
I helped get all the boxes into our new house and went to explore London.
Let’s just put it this way, there was a lot of people.
Maybe too many, as I got pushed and I fell onto the ground.
I saw a teenage boy about my age run over and hold out his hand to help me up.
“Are you okay?!?” he asked alarmed.
“Yea I guess so…” I answered.
“I’m Brooklyn,” he said, holding out his hand for me to shake.
ok so if anyone wants to continue this fanfic go right ahead but message me on @bubblegummalum so i know or tag me in it
The first image was taken by Annie while walking down the street on a sunny morning after a long night of rain. She says that London weather has not met her expectations due to its bad reputation and that the skies are almost always beautiful.
The second image is from Annie’s weekend trip to Berlin. She was fascinated with the German “color story.”
Annie says about her visit: “London has its diverse cultures and rich histories, but also acts as a great springboard to visit neighboring cities. The possibility of future weekend trips is very exciting, but the London area on its own has so much to see and experience. It’s impossible to do it all in five months. I am studying graphic design at Central Saint Martins, which is a vibrant school with an eclectic group of talent. I feel proud to represent Stamps while I’m here, and look forward to bringing some of the London energy back with me to Ann Arbor.”
Summary: Dan and the reader are in a long distance relationship. The reader finally gets to visit Dan after being away from him for so long. Takes place the morning after the reader arrives to London. Fluff ensues.
“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” You mean to let out a groan but it quickly turns into a chuckle as you roll on your side to face whose waking you up this morning.
“Hey, Y/N!” The face you come into contact with is none other then Phil Lester or “Amazingphil” as he’s called on the Internet.
Before you can respond, Dan walks in with an amused look on his face. “Thanks for waking up my girlfriend, Phil. I knew she would be more prone to get out of bed if it were you who were to interrupt her slumber.” A cheeky smile overtakes his face as he walks over to your side of the bed, planting a kiss on your forehead before he takes a seat next to you. “Morning, love.”
“Morning.” You say groggily to Dan. “And good morning to you, Phil.” And with that, you turn over and stuff your face into the pillow.
You hear Phil’s giggle as he exits the room, leaving Dan to do the job of actually getting you out of the bed.
“Time to get up, love.” He says softly as he massages your back.
“Don’t wanna get up.” You mumble into the pillow.
“Do you think I wanted to get out of bed this morning?” You hear him ask incredulously.
“You didn’t have to get up but you did. That’s not my fault.” You smirk into the pillow. Your witty response causes Dan to tickle your sides and you yell out of surprise but quickly regain composure and try to roll to the other side of the bed.
“Oh no, love. Where do you think you’re going?” His grip on you tightens and he continues to tickle you, his fingers running up and down your sides.
“Da-Dan, please!” You manage to yell out amidst your uncontrollable laughter. You squirm around trying to escape the attack but every time you move, his fingers find that one spot that makes you burst out into fits laughter. “Daniel!”
“Yes, love?” He stops tickling you for a split second and you take the temporary moment of weakness to stroke Dan’s neck. He lets out a high pitched scream and yanks his entire body back, effectively throwing himself off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.
You immediately lean over the edge of the bed to check if your 6'3 man-child of a boyfriend has injured himself. It takes you a mere second to see if he’s okay before he lunges at you. You land on the bed on your back with Dan right on top of you. You shut your eyes and hold out your hands in front of you to create some kind of defense barrier. You stay in that position for a couple of seconds before you realize nothing’s happening. Cautiously, you open up one of your eyes to see Dan hovering over you. He chuckles when he sees a Y/C/E pop out at him. “I’m not going to attack you,” He says with a playful roll of the eyes. “Although I could.” He says quickly and sternly, but again, with a hint of playfulness.
“And that’s why I love you.” You smile. “But seriously,” your hand reaches out and cups his cheek. “Are you okay? That was a pretty decent fall.” You say as you try to hold back a snicker.
“I haven’t broken any bones so I suppose I’m alright. Now will you pleaseeeee get up, love? I want to show you around London.”
“Alright, alright.” You give in with a sigh.
“Fantastic.” He leans down and gives you a quick kiss on your nose before he jumps off the bed and hurries to the kitchen, probably to make breakfast for the two of you. You’re about to get out of bed when Dan comes rushing back into the room.
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he walks over to you and presses his soft lips against yours. It’s short, but it’s a sweet and tender kiss. It’s enough to send tingles down your spine. You’re almost breathless when he pulls away from you. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He whispers.
“Me too. Now go make breakfast while I brush my teeth, I just remembered I have dragon breath.” You grimace as he chuckles at your comment.
“Will do, love.” He leaves you with a kiss on your forehead and walks away, leaving you to think about how lucky you are to have Dan Howell as your boyfriend.
he stares at sherlock and sherlock stares back, blinking, unable to believe this is really happening, unable to believe that john, of all people, would propose to him, and john is just starting to get worried when sherlock asks in the smallest voice, “do you mean it?” and john is so taken aback because he thought sherlock would have known by now how much he means to him, so all he can say is, “yes, of course,” but that’s enough because that’s when sherlock nods and then wraps his arms around john, hugging him as he starts to cry
and then there’s the plans, and sherlock is so nervous because it needs to be absolutely perfect, and john notices because of course he does and he steps him aside and tells him he appreciates all that he’s doing and it means the world to him that sherlock is trying so hard, but he doesn’t need to worry because they could get married in a shack in the middle of nowhere and john would still think it the best day of his life. after that, sherlock still tries his best, but he calms down a little and allows himself to enjoy simply knowing the fact that he’s going to be married soon.
ad then, sherlock and john staring at each other as they say their vows, both trying not to cry, Sherlock failing, john barely succeeding. they say “i do” and when they kiss john fails too and they both cry and hold each other and kiss for a very long time and there is a lot of cheering and then later they dance …… all night long……….. just holding each other and looking into each other’s eyes and kissing and wondering how they got so lucky
they go on their honeymoon and they have sex and its soft and sweet and slow and so so loving and then it’s hot and fast and tough but still so loving. they walk and hold hands everywhere, and sherlock gets a bit of a sunburn on his nose and is grumpy about it but john kisses it v gently (thankfully it’s a light burn so it doesn’t hurt) and tells him he’s adorable and sherlock blushes and looks up at him and they just look at each other and smile for a few moments, so in love. they explore so many places and sherlock gets to climb things and john gets to laugh and chase after him when they run and they’re like over-grown children but they’re so in love it hurts and one night they fall asleep under the stars and before sherlock falls asleep he looks up and wishes that it could stay like this forever.
and then they go home, but it does stay like that forever, because while every now and then they’ll take vacations like they did for their honeymoon, they also stay home and solve crimes and have sex and eat out more than they should and have tickle fights and laugh and giggle and cuddle on the couch and wrestle on the floor and make out slowly in the mornings and chase after each other in london at night on cases, hearts pumping, and this is happier than sherlock ever though he could be, happier than he ever thought he deserved to be.
but they grow older, and they retire, and spend the rest of their lives tending to bees and gardening and bickering and laughing, and as they get older, if there is less sex and tickle fights and wrestling on the floor that’s okay, because there’s also more cuddling and warmth and time for complete and utter pure intimacy than they’ve ever had.
weddinglock may be an idea about what their wedding will be like and what it will be like planning it, but it’s also about the rest of their lives afterward, and that’s what makes it so beautiful.
Please Tomlinshaw with 7.“How long has it been?” :)
(I got sick, anon, sorry, I have a fever and massive headache, so if nothing makes sense, I apologize.)
Harry is happy for Louis and Nick, he really is, two of his best friends together is so much better than two of his best friends bickering and not getting along and avoiding each other and refusing to go to parties if the other is coming and making Harry’s life more difficult than it should be. So of course he is happy that they are together, it’s just he doesn’t get it. Sure he can imagine them hooking up since Nick has never denied he thinks Louis is hot (childish, egoistic and rude, but so hot, it’s unfair, Hazza) and Louis once drunkenly confessed he had jerked off thinking about Nick’s hands (they don’t talk about it, you mention it once and you’re dead to me, mention it to Grimshaw and you’re actually dead), but Nick says “in love” and Louis says “moving in together” and Harry had just stares at them both until a car comes to take him to Heathrow.
Harry frowned at Malfoy’s boots, feeling the opposite of what he should have been feeling when his chimney sweep revealed himself.
For one, he expected someone dashing to come over his threshold, smelling of dirt (but the clean, pleasant kind of dirt) and sweat (like fresh sweat off a strapping Quidditch star) and smiling a gleaming white smile behind a smudge of black, straight off a hard morning of work in the chimneys of London. After an hour of fiddling with the floo (with more flirting than fiddling, really), Harry would offer tea. It would only be polite. Tea wouldn’t be enough, because the man would think of an excuse to blow off the rest of his appointments (“Oh, Mr. Potter, your floo is just filled to the brim with dust – it’s going to take all night for me to clean it out.”), and Harry would offer him dinner. It would only be respectable. And what would dinner be without wine? And candles were obvious because this was a wizarding residence, and even though Harry had wired electricity months ago, the man wouldn’t be the wiser. He wasn’t a Muggle handyman. And the man would ask to use the shower, because he couldn’t dream of sitting in Harry’s kitchen and making a mess of things, and Harry would show him upstairs, and Here are the towels and Here’s how the faucet works and Let me just run your overalls through the laundry and Good heavens, I didn’t mean to brush against you like that, and Harry hadn’t felt the need to plan the rest of the night….
For two, this was Draco Malfoy. And that seemed to negate all of the above.
A/N: so sorry I’ve been idle for so long, my laptop broke so I couldn’t get on here but I have a new one now so I should get back to regularly writing. Also good news! I’ve reached 100 followers! I’m so happy and want to thank all my followers
Dan: You met Dan just after you had moved to London for University.
One morning you were running late and couldn’t afford a taxi so had to walk as fast as possible. You had your phone in one hand and all your books and papers in the other hand clutched against your chest. You were already half an hour late so picked up the pace to a run. As you rounded the corner, you bumped into a tall brown haired boy who was the hottest guy you’d seen in a long time and your stuff was scattered everywhere including your phone. After you made sure everything was intact you couldn’t help but laugh which made him laugh too bringing out the cutest dimples. When you both stopped laughing you introduced yourself. “Hi, I’m Y/N” which was met with “Hey, I’m Dan, well I guess you really fell for me huh?”. It was so cheesy but you loved it and blushed. He asked why you were in such a hurry and you replied “I’ve gotta get to a lecture, I’m already half an hour late” , “oh, can I at least give you my number?” and you tried to hide the excitement as you nodded and was glad you were running late.
Phil: You met Phil when he came into the pet shop you work in.
You had been working at the local pet shop in London for a few months and it was going really well and you were very happy with your job. You’d just come back from your lunch break and were just restocking behind the counter when the tallest boy with the dreamiest eyes walked in to the shop. He seemed shy and kinda awkward but in the cutest way that you could’t help but smile at him. He smiled back and you practically melted when he started walking up to you and introduced himself. “Hi, my names Phil and I wonder if you could help me out, my friend just moved to London and I want to get her a puppy but I’m completely lost” you smiled and replied “of course if you just want to follow me this way to the puppy pen, I’ll help you pick one out”. He just smiled and said “she wants a pug” and you were really confused and asked “if you already know what you want then why did you need my help?” but not in a rude way and he laughed and said “I guess I just wanted to talk to you, you’re really cute” and you blushed “I’m really glad you did” and you put through the sale, exchanged numbers, set up a first date and realized that this was the best job you ever had.
PJ: You met PJ at a club.
You were out at the new club that just opened for your birthday. You were celebrating with all your girlfriends and decided to play a game of truth or dare. It was your turn and (Y/B/F) turned to you and said “(Y/N), you have to talk to the next guy who walks in that door” and you agreed because it was only a bit of fun. Within a few minutes a really cute guy with gorgeous features walked into the club. Your friend smiled, “you’re up (Y/N)” “oh no, now I have to talk to the cutie over there” and you got out of your seat trying to think of how to spark up a conversation “here alone?” you finally settled on “no, just waiting for a few friends they’re meeting me here in about five minutes, I’m PJ”, “(Y/N)” and he smiled “so why are you here tonight?” “Birthday” you replied and he said “well, let me but you a drink” you said “I have a better idea, how about you give me your number instead” “as long as you don’t give it to one of your friends who you realized were all watching you, you looked over to them and smiled “oh, trust me, I won’t”
Chris: You met Chris on Holiday
You were on holiday with your girlfriends in Spain and you felt ill last night so you decided to stay at the Hotel while everybody else went out clubbing which meant you were up at 9 while everybody else slept. You looked out to a lovely sunny day and a pool that wasn’t as crowded as it was in the afternoon so you changed into the bikini that made you look the hottest and grabbed some sunglasses and a good book the sunbathe with. You went downstairs after you left a note for your friends explaining that you were going swimming and to meet you in the pool when they woke up. You felt so hot as you made your way down to the pool and found the perfect spot to catch enough sun to tan but not enough to burn and sat down feeling happy. After about an hour you started to notice unwanted stares from men that were in relationships or were just downright creepy and started to squirm. Then some guy that you had no interest in walked up and sat next to you and said “hey pretty baby, I’m Josh and you are?” “not interested” was your reply and he kept trying it with you until he reached over and grabbed at you and that’s when a really cute guy who’d only been there about 5 minutes walked over and shouted “hey, what are you doing touching my girlfriend” and then he leaned down and kissed you and said “sorry babe, I overslept” and you were astonished and impressed by the kiss and said “no problem babe, but thanks for saving me” and then the creepy guy walked off and you thanked the cute guy for handling the situation and he said “ no problem, guys like that are jerks, sorry I wasn’t here sooner, I’m Chris by the way” and he had the best smile, “(Y/N)”, “so (Y/N) could I maybe get your number?” and you just nodded smiling.
sorry Chris’s is so much longer I got a bit carried away. hope you like it and message me with any requests
Carrie Fisher, 'Star Wars' Actress And Accomplished Author, Dies At 60
Carrie Fisher, the world-famous actress who brought the bold, brazen and beautiful character of Princess Leia Organa to life in the original Star Wars trilogy, died Tuesday morning after suffering a massive heart attack during a flight from London to Los Angeles on Friday. She was 60 years old.
“It is with a very deep sadness that Billie Lourd confirms that her beloved mother Carrie Fisher passed away at 8:55 this morning,” reads the statement.
“She was loved by the world and she will be missed profoundly. Our entire family thanks you for your thoughts and prayers.”
While best known for her Star Wars role, which she reprised in 2015’s The Force Awakens and the upcoming untitled Episode VIII, Fisher also found fame as as writer during the late ’80s and early ’90s. Her first book, the autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge focusing on an actress reckoning with substance abuse and the shadow of her famous mother, later became a Mike Nichols-directed movie starring Meryl Streep and Shirley MacLaine after Fisher herself adapted it. Director Steven Spielberg was apparently so impressed with Fisher’s work, he hired her to punch up the script for Hook — thereby inaugurating a bustling career as a script doctor and screenwriter.
Aside from occasional Hollywood writing gigs and acting jobs, however, Fisher stuck mostly to her writing career later in life. She published and touted multiple novels, books of nonfiction, and other works all over the world — touring what essentially became a “one-woman show.” Always frank about her struggles with addiction and mental illness, Fisher merged her writing skills and acting with 2008’s Wishful Drinking and its subsequent adaptation, which became a hugely successful one-woman play and later a filmed documentary for HBO. Fisher has been promoting her most recent book, The Princess Diarist, her behind-the-scenes account of the making of the 1977 film Star Wars: A New Hope.
Fisher’s is survived by her mother, actress Debbie Reynolds; her daughter, actress Billie Lourd, and her dog Gary. To echo one Twitter user’s paraphrase of Chirrut Îmwe’s (Donnie Yen) popular line from Rogue One, Carrie Fisher is one with the force and the force is with her.
Can I be real a second? For just a millisecond? I saw Hamilton here in Chicago last night, and it was really, really, REALLY good. Amazing, even. Fucking incredible, I say. But it also didn’t live up to my obviously unrealistic expectations, and I’m struggling to figure out whose fault that is, if anyone’s, or maybe everyone’s. It’s probably the best theatrical production I’ve ever seen and I left feeling let down. That’s fucked, right? What sort of brokenness am I harboring here? And what terrible life metaphor is this?
Be advised that Samantha Marie Ware, who plays Maria Reynolds (and Peggy) delivered the most singularly sensuous performance I’ve ever seen on a stage, anywhere, ever. She just about burned the building to the ground during “Say No To This.” Nobody would say no to that, Alexander. Have some.
I was planning to stalk Lin before or after the show but he left town yesterday morning after seeing the opening Wednesday night. He went to London where I assume he’s working on next year’s West End production. I have to think this show has a whole different feel over there. All of a sudden it’s a three-hour celebration of the bad guys. I wonder how they’ll play King George over there, too. Maybe like a flawed-but-badass Tarantino hero.
The curtain call was simply the whole cast in a line taking a bow. PERFECT. Please, other shows, do this. Don’t send them all out hierarchically, two at a time, over the course of twenty minutes while I clap myself raw. I need to pee and head home.
I left my glasses there last night, and went to get them from the lost and found today. They sent me around to the stage door, and when security buzzed me in and I saw the backstage workings, a huge flood of emotions came over me as I was reminded of my own small triumphs in theatre as an arranger and musician. In some parallel universe, I have a vibrant career at the front of the pit. Of course, I’m flat broke and eating ramen every night in that universe, but I’m happy.