#I would like it be know that I listened to Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls on repeat from start to finish of writing this

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(1) how’s one to know..

harry is just an ass and she is just a stranger — series introduction, bit of angst (8.6k)

(2) an incandescent glow

She just wanted to have a fun night out, but Harry has a tendency to ruin things.. — angst and sadness filled (10.9k)

(3) putting roots in my dreamland

Despite wishing he didn’t exist, she had no choice but to be around him.. — short but necessary angst for the story (8.4k)

(4) and now I’m covered in you..

She can’t seem to keep herself out of trouble and it irritates him more than it should. — a scary situation creates a lot of conflicting thoughts for both characters.. angst (14.3k)

(5) magnificently cursed

She can’t seem to ignore him and he’s rather observant of her.. - angst, little dramatic incident (11.4k)

(6) clover blooms in the fields

She needs help and he just so happens to be the only one available.. - little angst, more fluff (tw: does mention surgical procedures) (12.3k)

(7) crescent moon, coast is clear

She was struggling to let go of her worrying thoughts, but he was determined to help her through it. — there’s some angst & fluff (15.2k)

(8) he’s gonna burn this house to the ground

He has added insult to injury and she gives him one chance to make it right. — bit of angst lots of fluff and dialogue (17.5k)

(9) for moments that we stole

She was trying to figure out how to understand her own body, and he was attempting to help as much as he could.. — includes fluff, angst, hints of smut but not smut, & jealously.. (29.7k)

(10) on begged and borrowed time

She builds up her confidence and he takes care of, just as he promised he would.. — fluff, angst, and finally smut (26.7k)

(11) so tell me to run

He lies too easily to her at times, and she always seems to believe him.. — little bit of smut but mostly angst maybe it’s dramatic maybe not (13k)

(12) watch what we’ll become

She can't get over him and he finally does the right thing. — angst, smut (20.7k)

(13) my house of stone, your ivy grows

He works hard to change his ways and she maintains her patience. After all the hardships, it seems they have figured out how to love each other. — slight angst, smut. the final official update (14.7k)

this series is loosely inspired by the song “ivy” by taylor swift

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(just a few songs that inspired this series & what I listen to while writing it :: these are my music preferences so if you don’t like them.. don’t listen) •••slight spoilers so be aware/you can skip over this•••

ivy - taylor swift

lie to girls - sabrina carpenter

my boy only breaks his favorite toys - taylor swift

norman fucking rockwell- lana del rey

right now - one direction

souvenir - selena gomez

something in the way - nirvana

fine line - harry styles

guilty as sin - taylor swift

cinnamon girl - lana del rey

brain stew- greenday

the next best american record - lana del rey

dancing with our hands tied - taylor swift

lips of an angel - hinder

tonight - zayn

meet me in the hallway - harry styles

small talk - niall horan

iris - goo goo dolls

so it goes - taylor swift

stay over - tove lo

love is a wild thing - kacey musgraves

false god - taylor swift

little freak - harry styles

crimson and clover - joan jett (& the blackhearts)

I can fix him (no really I can) - taylor swift

get stoned - hinder

angel - kacey musgraves

there you are - zayn

nobody gets me - sza

alone - heart

cardigan - taylor swift

lover of mine - 5sos

mateo- tove lo

strong - one direction

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𝐼𝑅𝐼𝑆 — 𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑂 𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐷𝐿𝐸

↳ short mattheo riddle drabble based off the song “iris” by the goo goo dolls.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

and i’d give up forever to touch you

cause i know that you feel me somehow,

mattheo riddle never let himself feel anything other than hatred, until you came into his life. before you, he was just numb, nothing that pure rage and darkness. but with you, everything changed. he didn't need words or grand gestures, just being near you was enough to make him feel...something. it was like, for the first time, someone actually saw him. and the first time you touched him, when he let his guard down and let you in, something deep inside him shifted. you buried your face in his chest, and he froze, not knowing what to do. the only touch he’d ever known was violent and cruel, so he didn't know how to handle the soft, soothing way you held him. but once he gave in and wrapped his arms around you, he knew he’d give up everything for just one more second of this.

✩✩✩✩

you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be

and i don’t wanna go home right now

everyone else saw mattheo as nothing but trouble, like he was born bad. darkness seemed to follow him everywhere, and he figured that was just how it was supposed to be. hell had probably been his destiny from the moment he was born. but then you came along. you, with your golden heart and warm soul, gave him a taste of something pure, something he knew he didn’t deserve. somehow, he had found his way into your life, into your heart, and for the first time ever, he understood what “home” meant. he never had a real home before, no place or person to run back to. but now, you were becoming that for him. his safe place, his shelter.

✩✩✩✩

and all i can taste is this moment

and all i can breathe is your life

and sooner or later it’s over

i just don’t wanna miss you tonight

mattheo wasn’t stupid. letting you in gave him hope, but deep down, he knew the truth. no matter how much he tried, he’d never be good enough for you. the connection you shared felt like a temporary dream, something that could disappear at any second. he promised himself he wouldn’t let anyone see him weak, but you made that impossible. the closer he got to you, the more he feared what would happen when it all fell apart. that’s just how he was, doubting everything, second-guessing every feeling. because he’d always been broken, and he couldn’t imagine anyone seeing past that. but with you, he wanted to try, even if it meant risking everything. because he found himself missing you everytime you weren’t around.

✩✩✩✩

and i don’t want the world to see me

cause i don’t think that they’d understand

when everything’s made to be broken

i just want you to know who i am

mattheo never cared about what the world thought of him. everyone saw him as ruined, a lost cause. they couldn’t understand the storm inside him, the pieces that never fit together quite right. he knew he was broken, and he had grown to accept that. but you saw through the cracks, past the sharp edges, and somehow, you still wanted to know him. he didn’t want to hide from you, didn’t want to pretend to be someone he wasn’t, but he didn’t understand why you stuck with him even after seeing his dark side. for the first time, he wanted to be seen. not as the person everyone else thought he was, but as the person he really was, deep down. he just wanted you to know him, the real him, the one who was scared, vulnerable, and maybe even a little bit hopeful. because in a world full of chaos and brokenness, you made him feel like he could be someone else, just for a moment.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n : i thought about this after making the moodboard the other day, iris is literally the theme song of my life and i listen to it 24/7. anyways my requests are open, please like/comment/reblog and tell me if you wanna be tagged !!!

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[eveysnotebook]

I loveeeee your posts, especially the texts ones 😭😭😭

what do you think dc characters would have as their go to karaoke song

Aww thank you so much!! the texts were SO fun to make and i’m planning on doing more in the future!!

also I don’t know a lot of music lmao, I mostly listen to old 90s/2000s rock and punk rock so this might not be the most in character!!

Dick Grayson: i’ve seen people say this before but I definitely believe he likes ABBA. I see him as a pop lover! taylor swift, dua lipa, chappell roan even!! i definitely think he’d do one of Taylor Swifts songs from speak now or an ABBA classic. He would easily choose an ABBA song.

Jason Todd…this could either be super wrong or super right but I think he likes rock from the late 90s and early 2000s. I dont know but I feel like he listens to female artists more than male. I could see him liking paramore or veruca salt, twenty one pilots too! He also definitely enjoys pop music from the 2000’s, katy perry’s older stuff and Gwen Stefani (i love gwen) Tear in my heart by Twenty one pilots reminds me of him so much <33 also I think he’s a huge nirvana fan

Tim Drake…I dont know what he’d listen to tbh!! I think he would like third eye blind or radio head! especially pablo honey album.

Barry Allen… I could see him being a radiohead fan. I do definitely think he is a big fan of the goo goo dolls!! iris would be his go to karaoke song.

Wally west…paramore, the killers, wheezer, third eye blind, blink-182, twenty one pilots!! I think he would enjoy pop punk and rock! I think Now by paramore would be his karaoke song but I also think he can’t sing so 🤷‍♀️

Hal jordan… old rock that the average dad likes. I don’t really see him as a big music listener but maybe that’s just me saying i don’t have any music themes hcs for him 😭 I could see him mayb liking third eye blind and nirvana

Roy Harper… old rock from 80s-very early 2000s. Had an avril lavigne phase. He listens to music a lot while he works on randomly little things. I could see him being. a huge twenty one pilot fan and claiming he loved them before they got popular!!

I hope this is what you wanted 😭 I’m really bad at doing music headcanons because 1, i don’t know a lot of artists and 2, I feel like people would disagree alot!!

happy easter everyone!!

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Iris

Heyy guys, I hope you enjoy this Oscar x reader based on the song: Iris – The Goo Goo Dolls:)

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Oscar's POV

I don’t know when I fell in love with you. Maybe it was the way you smiled without realizing it, when your eyes caught mine across a crowded room. Or maybe it was the way your voice softened whenever you talked to me, like you saw something in me no one else bothered to look for.

You were never mine. Not really.

But I loved you in the quietest way possible.

I memorized the sound of your laughter like it was a song only I knew. I watched you from the corners of rooms, memorizing your movements, the way you brushed your hair behind your ear, the way your fingers danced over your coffee cup in the mornings. I never told you. Not once.

Because how do you tell someone that they’re the closest to Heaven you’ll ever be?

It was always easier to pretend. To be the best friend, the guy who always had your back. You said you liked having me around because I made you feel safe. And I smiled. Nodded. Because the truth was too fragile, and I was too scared to say it out loud.

Besides you were with someone else.

I saw it in your eyes. The way they searched the crowd for him. The way your voice changed when you talked about him. You told me once that love felt like being completely understood. And I swallowed the words I wanted to say: “That’s how I feel when I’m with you.”

I think people wouldn’t understand. They’d look at me and see the driver, the calm one, the boy with the composed smile. They wouldn’t see the ache, the longing. They wouldn’t see that every time I touched your hand, even by accident, it felt like a prayer.

And maybe everything is made to be broken. But not you.

You were light. You were everything soft and beautiful in a world full of sharp edges. And I bled just to know I was alive, watching you slip further away, knowing I’d never be the one.

But if I had one wish—just one—it wouldn’t be for you to love me. It would be for you to see me.

Because I’d give up everything just to hold you once. Just to know what it feels like to be loved by you. Even if it shattered me.

Your POV

You always said Oscar had the calmest eyes. Like the sea before a storm — quiet, deep, always holding something back.

You never questioned it, the way he looked at you a little longer than necessary. Or how he always stood just a little closer than others, how his gaze softened when he thought you weren’t looking. You chalked it up to friendship, familiarity, comfort.

But then came that night.

You’d had a rough day, a fight with your boyfriend — or maybe it was just another reminder that something about it all felt wrong. That you were trying to force yourself to feel something that was never really there. You ended up at Oscar’s hotel room without thinking, needing a place to breathe.

He didn’t ask questions. Just let you in, wordless, and handed you a hoodie and a cup of tea.

And when you sat on the edge of the bed and told him you were tired of pretending to be okay, he just… listened. Really listened. No judgment. No advice.

Just… him.

And then, in a moment so still you could hear the hum of the air conditioner, you looked up — and saw him. Really saw him.

His jaw was tight. His hands clenched in his lap. And his eyes…

God, his eyes.

It hit you like a crash. All at once, you saw every word he never said. Every glance, every almost-touch, every moment he let you lean on him while he stood in the dark, hiding what he felt.

And he looked at you like he knew you. Every crack. Every edge. Every version of yourself that even you didn’t like. And he still stayed. Still loved you — silently, constantly, painfully.

You felt the tears prick your eyes. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” you whispered.

Oscar looked away, laughing bitterly under his breath. “Because I didn’t think you’d understand,” he said softly. “Because I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Because you looked so happy with him.” He paused. “And because I didn’t think I was enough.”

You crawled closer, hands trembling, heart racing. “You were always enough.”

And in that moment, something shifted. Like the air between you changed. You reached out, touching his hand — and he looked up at you like you were still the only thing that mattered.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner,” you whispered.

Oscar shook his head. “You see me now.”

And as your fingers laced with his, you realized the truth: You had been searching for love in all the wrong places, when the one person who loved you like you deserved had been right there all along.

And you finally knew who he was. And this time, you weren’t going to miss it.

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nerd! eren jaeger,

Eren Jaeger doesn’t want much in life. He knows he wants to graduate high school, go to a university his mother would approve of and get good grades. That’s all he’s ever thought about - studying. He would’ve liked to become valedictorian if it wasn’t for his life-long best friend Armin, who’s been dreaming of it since they were kids together. Armin’s a genius - he deserves it.

One day, as he’s scribbling down the notes from mechanics with Mr Ackerman in the library, he raises his head to the sight of someone walking past him. Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls sounded in his headphones while a girl wearing the uniform of Shiganshina High, his school, and a green tie the same as his. You were in his grade.

You were the prettiest girl he had seen. Your hair cascaded perfectly past your shoulders, and your eyes, they were oh so perfect to him. He wanted to look at you forever, to never take his sights away from you but he would obviously look like some kind of a creep. A light blush crept upon his face at the thought, and he shuddered, willing himself to focus on his work. Right, back to moments. However, he couldn’t help but sneak another peek at you.

You busied yourself in the bookshelf across the room. Too far away from him for his liking. You skimmed your finger along the spines of several books, before you came across what you came for. Scanning the room for a free seat, your face twisted into a frown from failure to find somewhere to sit and read what you chose. He squinted his eyes to try and catch a glimpse, but you were too far for him to read the title.

Lost in his attempt, he failed to realise that you were slowly approaching his direction. When he did, he whipped his head around with the hope that you didn’t happen to see him staring and think he was a strange. He had enough of the name calling from school anyways. School. If you went to his school, you probably knew his reputation. That he was a loser. Who was he kidding, why would anyone know who he was?

“Excuse me, is this seat free?” you asked him, tone angelic like you came straight from the Heavens and landed right in front of him. He looked like a deer caught in headlights - he wasn’t expecting you to come and take the seat opposite him at all. He thought you’d take one look at him and take off in the other direction. He never answered your question.

“Oh- Uh, no. You can- you can sit,” he managed to breathe out. He blinked rapidly, like if he did it enough times, you’d disappear just as randomly and you’d shown up at his table.

He watched your mouth move, but no sound accompanied your words. Only the soft melody of Nervous by The Neighbourhood could be heard, which is when he realised he couldn’t hear you because he had both earphones in. A fitting song choice for his current emotional state.

“Sorry?” he enquired, eager to hear your voice again. He wanted to hear it over and over again. It didn’t matter what you said to him, only that you never stopped speaking in his presence.

“I said, I love the Neighbourhood,” you repeated, referring to his song choice.

He was frozen. He didn’t realise his music was so loud, to the point where outsiders could hear it too. He fumbled to turn down the volume from his phone, when he registered what you had said to him.

“You love them?” he asked wide eyed. Mikasa was more into rock metal music, while Armin listened happily to a mixture of Hozier and the Cranberries. He never had anyone to bond with over music… until you.

“Yeah, I love them. ‘You got me nervous to speak, so I just won’t say anything at all,” you sang softly, in time with the music.

“You’re the first person I’ve met who likes them,”

“They’re great,” you smiled at him, before sticking your nose in that book you picked up.

“‘Romeo and Juliet?’” he accidentally blurted out loud, covering his mouth the second he realised he didn’t say that in his head.

“Yeah. You read Shakespeare?” your eyes lit up at the mention of the story you were reading.

“‘My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have for both are infinite,’” he quoted Juliet’s line from the book.

When he looked back at you, your face was frozen - eyes wide in surprise, and you simply blinked at him blankly. He scared you away, didn’t he?

“‘Being in night, all this is but a dream, too flattering sweet to be substantial,’” you finished once you got out of your dazed state.

“Act 2 Scene 2. Juliet can’t believe her feelings are real. She feels as though it’s too good to be true. She’s scared it’ll all come to an end soon,”

“I like to think she knows the end is near. She knows her time with Romeo is limited, but she feels so amazing with him, she can’t bring herself to care. She feels like on top of the world. It’s like a dream being with him because they’re so in love,” you babbled and Eren sat there the whole time, listening to your passionate voice talk about literature with him.

When he didn’t respond, you thought you were talking too much.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t ran to ramble, I just love poetry,” you apologised profusely. “I’ll stop distracting you now,”

“No!” he was way too quick to answer that. “I mean… you’re not distracting me. I like hearing you talk. About, about poetry! I like hearing you talk about poetry,” he was a mess. What was happening to him?

He didn’t care. Whatever that feeling was that erupted in his chest when your smile grew and you started talking again, he knew he didn’t care about what was happening to him. All he cared about was making sure you never stopped speaking to him.

Then, it hit him - he realised what it was that he wanted. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than for you to know who he was.

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as soon as you knew that the heroes have won the hard-fought battle, you've wasted no time to run and find bakugo just so you could tightly wrap your arms around his waist and cry against his chest.

he pretends to be disgusted by the snot that drips down your nose and voices his irritation about the onslaught of your tears that wets his costume. deep down you and bakugo know that he would have been acting the same way if it wasn't for the semblance of pride he thinks he needs to maintain in front of his peers and the adults around (no one would've fault him if he had acted like a man starved towards you)

you were there every step of the way when it came to bakugo's recovery. he was as stubborn as a mule, wanting to be in top shape as soon as possible. you've scolded him a few times to take it easy but he always reasons that being the number one hero means getting little to no rest. you just roll your eyes every time, a smile slipping into your expression when he gives you that massive grin he usually sports on his face.

one night when you and bakugo were laying cramped side by side on his hospital bed, you tried explaining the undescribable pain you felt when you saw him die on the field and later on be brought to life again with the help of the pro heroes. he listens quietly, interlocking your fingers together as he softly caresses your hand. you feel him nuzzle his face on your temple. he says nothing afterwards, allowing the comfortable silence to surround you two. you sigh shakily and close your eyes when he puts his lips on your forehead and it stays there until you begin to fall sleep.

bakugo wasn't an outright romantic but he sure has his moments. as soon as he was allowed to be outside, he took you to ua in the middle of the night, dressed in your uniforms, into the classroom where you and him met for the first time (courtesy of aizawa because bakugo kept pestering the poor guy until he agreed to help) and without missing a beat, shared an earphone with you and started playing a song.

you could faintly hear ‘iris by goo goo dolls’ in your ear, a music you've come to like upon stumbling on accident (you mentioned to him way before you guys were together how you'd kill for someone to dedicate it for you) and you were left gazing softly at bakugo as he guides your hands to wrap around his neck and effortlessly lead you around the dimly lit room, waltzing without a care about the world around you. you see him mouthing the lyrics as he stares at you with reverence and you feel your legs wobble and your lips start to shake as you fight the overwhelming emotion to cry once again in front of him.

he lightly chuckles at your reaction and leans into your space so he could envelope you with his warmth.

“i thought i wouldn't be able to see you again,”

you hear him whisper against your free ear.

“i gave it my all to come back to you.”

with his words, you allowed yourself to break down right in his arms as he lovingly whispers everything he wished to say to you.

“bakugo katsuki, you have to swear to me you'll stay with me forever or else.”

“you'll never lose me again, sweetheart. i'll be here with you no matter what, i promise.”

a/n: i'm so glad my king explosion murder god dynamight kacchan survived

[chaoticbardlady99]

Could I request a fluff fic for Astarion falling for a tav reader who's a bard and an amazing singer? Maybe he can't sleep, so he goes for a walk and finds reader singing to themselves, and he sits and listens, slowly realizing how hard he's fallen for them?

Thank you so much for putting this in my inbox! I hope you enjoy!

Astarion x GN! Bard Reader

I used the songs Nobody Knows Me At All by the Weepies and Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls because I am a cliche.

  The moon glows brilliantly throughout the night sky and the stars don’t seem to realize how lucky they are that they don’t have to deal with feelings and masters and all the other terrible side effects of being a person. 

 In spite of his name sake, Astarion does not have the luxury of being blissfully unaware of the horrors life has to offer. It didn't bother him so much- he took each terrible thing as it came and rolled with the punches. Whatever it takes to keep him alive until the next day- it’s essentially his life motto. 

  Another thing stars aren’t burdened with- the need for rest. 

 Traversing into the Shadow Cursed Lands is the last thing Astarion wants to be doing and while he was already worried for himself, he found he has an entirely other worry weighing heavily on him. 

 Where in the hells are they? He thinks, its been an hour and a half now since they wandered off! 

 He is trying to not be so clingy and weird- you don’t seem to mind his company and his overbearing ness, but the others had been teasing him and he was rather sore about it. 

 They called him a lovesick bat amongst other things and he is not lovesick. You are a means to an end, nothing more and nothing less. Granted, no one else needs to know that.

 Sleep continues to elude him as he waits impatiently to hear your footsteps walking back into camp or your scent to come rolling over him from the breeze.

  It’s probably only been 30-45 minutes- realistically- but Astarion has found himself becoming very preoccupied and aware of your safety. 

 You are a squishy mortal- your heart needs to beat and you need to breathe or he will lose you and he can’t fathom the idea of not having you by his side.

 His idle feet drag him to the forest, no longer able to sit and wait for you to make a reappearance.

 I just need to make sure they are safe, he thinks, because otherwise I am not sure they would keep me in the group- yeah! That’s why I’m doing this. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

 While most feel terrified of the darkness of the wilderness at night, he feels comforted and engulfed in it. He loves the sun, but unfortunately, at the end of the day, he is still a creature of the night and that is where he technically belongs.

 He supposes that’s another worry he’s had lately- an intrusive thought really- but what happens when this journey ends? You and the others assured him that they will free him from Cazador forever- Astarion even became a bit emotional when Gale said, “and he won’t find you alone!” when Astarion brought up the dangers of keeping him in the group. 

 You have rallied around him this whole time and stuck your neck out for him more often than not. The two of you have indulged in each other and been enjoying each other’s company, but right now he’s here and you may just not be attracted to the others.

 What happens when everyone gets back to Baldur’s Gate? He’s seen you in pubs before and playing so the bar goers can stay on tune with the singer. You have your own little following of people who crave your attention and while you have told him it all makes you uncomfortable- those people would be a far more appropriate life match for you than a Vampire. 

 Astarion’s ears droop on their own at the thought. He thought he got out of the childish elven habit of slouching his ears long ago when Cazador beat it out of him- you seemed to have brushed off some of the vines. It’s like old parts of a factory are slowly being restored and as it is, he finds pieces of himself he subconsciously knew were there, but are new to him again. 

 For example- he loves a good practical joke just for good fun. He bought a cushion of sorts from Mol and put it where Lae’zel sits- covered with a blanket. She sat down on the log for her watch as quite literally everyone was sitting down to eat dinner. He fell off his seat he was laughing so hard- it was worth being chased up and down a few trees. 

 He also enjoys dancing for fun- you dragged him around the fire during the night of the Tiefling party and taught him more informal dancing and less of the stuffy shit Cazador forces him to partake in. You growled at anyone who tried to cut in- it was rather funny.

 You are also quite the fan of the occasional shenanigan and he finds himself smiling at the memory of your baby hairs stuck to your sweat slicked skin as he kept watch for guards while you graffitied Vlaakith’s painting or when you waved at her instead of bowing.

 Life is fun with you- he forgot why people enjoy being alive so much outside of not feeling ravenous all the time. He feels alive with you and the idea of you and him never seeing each other again for your entire life scares him. He doesn’t want to stumble upon an obituary some time in the future and ‘remember’ the person who saved him.

 He wants to be at your side and it terrifies him, but it would be worse to be away from you.

 Feelings- it’s disgusting and he does not like it. 

 Your scent becomes stronger on a more beaten path and he feels his alarm bells going off- jolting in the direction he believes you are and praying that every God actually hears him as he silently begs for you to be safe. 

  Your melodic voice and the sound of the babbling brook melts the worry in his body. Astarion’s pace slows slightly and he feels that annoying warm glow spread through his body. 

  You are sitting near the bank with your laundry in hand- Scratch and the Owlbear cub are laying down together nearby, one of the pup’s ears upright to hear any intruders. 

 It brings him some comfort that you have Scratch and the little cub- he isn’t sure he would fuck with an Owlbear Cub or approach a Bard with a bewitching voice calling out into the night like a Harpy’s song.

 “When I was a child

 Everybody smiled

No-body knows me at allllll

 Very late at night and in the morning light

  Nobody knows me at all

 I got lots of friends, yes, but then again- nobody knows me at all-“

 You stop suddenly and stare up at the moon and Astarion is completely enraptured with you and your singing. He feels charmed and he is entirely okay with it. 

“I suppose that’s not necessarily true,” you say softly, picking at the grass and smiling to yourself. 

 Oh your smile- he feels himself slowly melt into the grass like a smitten school boy and his own grin dances across his lips. 

 They are talking about you, the thoughts sends shocks of happiness and twinges of guilt, your plan worked.

 He should be thrilled, but he could honestly give a shit less. He is too busy listening.

 “And I’d give up forever to touch you

 Cause I know that you feel me somehow

 You’re the closest to heaven, that I’ll ever be

And I don’t wanna go home right now.”

 If his heart beat it would be pounding in his chest right now. 

 Your face is so relaxed, but he adores the furrow of your brow as you concentrate on hitting all the right chords and remembering the lyrics.  The song is beautiful but he is certain it’s only because you are the one singing it. Anyone else singing a love song would make him feel nauseated. 

 Astarion feels centuries of heaviness roll off his body with every note and sweet omission of trust. 

 He is hypnotized by your lovely fingers plucking the chords and he feels the ghost of your hand in his- you had taken it in your hand while everyone walked through the forest. Your hand had felt perfect in his own and he felt like a young, giddy, new person again. You always make him feel like that though lately. 

 “And I don’t want the world to see me

 Cause I don’t think that they’d understand

When everything’s meant to be broken

 I just want you to know who I am.”

  Astarion had lost all hope- truly lost it all- before the Mindflayers had kidnapped him. He felt more hopeful once he landed on the beach, but that hope was also laced with overwhelming fear. 

 Lately, he has been more present in his day to day. He is happy and full most days. He wakes up near you or to the sound of your laugh instead of the screams of his siblings or angry commands from Cazador or being yanked out of bed by either Cazador or Godey to be dragged off to the Kennels or Gods only knows where. 

 Astarion has actually been trancing for four hours straight without interruption these days and he even fell asleep a couple of times- his body finally feeling safe enough to completely shut down for a while. He woke up feeling stronger than ever and your heartbeat echoing through his ribs. 

 You had been more than happy to let him share your tent at night after he had barged into your tent after a particularly bad trance. It had been shortly after killing Nere in the Underdark and before entering the Crèche. He has basically been sleeping there every night since and he gets to enjoy your company- and all to himself!

 You with your wild morning hair and sleep ridden breath- it’s a gift he has never been given before. Astarion is grateful for every morning he has gotten to wake up next to you and you are alive- so vulnerable and warm with sleep. 

 He adores the way you tiredly blink at him as you become more aware of the world. You have begun to leave a sleepy kiss on his lips in the morning and he finds himself looking forward to it; and the mornings you forget, he steals a lazy morning kiss from you. It’s like Gale and his coffee, he can’t start his day anymore without that first kiss in the mornings. 

 You continue to sing- your voice strong and full of passion. Happy tears make your eyes glimmer and sparkle under the moonlight and for once, he doesn’t hate being a creature of the night because you make nighttime seem ethereal and lovely; enchanting and whimsical; a luxury to witness. Astarion is positive you could make even the most dingy corners of the world look beautiful from blessing it with your presence alone. 

 You finish your song and he decides he cannot take being away from you for another moment longer so he backtracks just a bit.

“Darling?” He calls out with a fake worried voice, “are you okay?”

“I’m over here!”

 With a big, stupid grin on his face, he half skips half walks over to your spot under the tree.

 You are delightfully rosy with blush and your eyes light up upon seeing him- Astarion doesn’t think that will ever get old. You are the first person to ever genuinely be happy to see him and he laps it up like Scratch drinks water after he has a fit of zoomies. 

“I am so grateful it’s you singing- I began to feel charmed and feared the worst!”

 You roll your eyes at his comment, but smile widely anyway and put your luteto the side, taking his outstretched hand. 

“I am so glad you find my singing appealing,” you say breathlessly, “I will have to work harder to truly charm you next time.” 

“Oh- you may consider me thoroughly charmed, my Sweet,” he presses a kiss to your forehead and you giggle, “anymore and I might become your Thraul.”

“That wouldn’t be good at all!” You exclaim, “you would agree with me on everything and it would be terrible!”

 Astarion throws his head back with laughter- it’s not even all that funny, but the way you embrace his personality and find it enjoyable fills him with so much joy. 

 You pull him out under the moonlight and he cocks an eyebrow at you- you respond with a cheeky grin.

 “Magistrate Ancunín,” you say sweetly with a bow, “I thought I might have seen you across the dance floor this evening.”

 Astarion smiles, “Ah! Your highness- how lovely it is to see you, my Dear. I was so hoping you may be here tonight- everyone else is so dreadfully dull, as you already know.”

“Believe me,” you roll your eyes and wave your hand, “none of them find my jokes or my stories entertaining.”

“Perish the thought!” He puts a hand to his chest in faux surprise, “They should all be sentenced to death!”

 Your eyes widen for a moment before you snort and join in.

“I so agree,” you snap your fingers, “there- it’s all been magically taken care of. I am the most powerful Highness known to the realms, after all.”

“Oh your majesty,” he pretends to be on the verge of feinting, “no one has ever done something so wonderfully romantic like this for me before- however can I repay you?”

“You could repay me by giving me this dance?”

 He hears your heartbeat race slightly and you look a bit nervous. It’s such a bizarre thing for you to feel. Of course he will dance with you. It would be criminal not to.

 Taking your hand- he pulls you to him and wraps your arms around his neck. His fingers greedily cling to your hips as you sway together back and forth. 

 You hum as the two of you have your foreheads pressed together and your eyes closed- the only individuals privy to the moment being the moon and the sleeping animals. 

 Astarion appreciates how your voice always reflects your feelings- the happiness in your tune is pleasant to his sensitive ears. 

 Eventually it’s the sound of the river that you both sway to and he barely catches your sentence.

“I am surprised you came looking for me,” you say with a yawn, “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

 He shakes his head, “I couldn’t.”

“Bad trance?”

“Something like that,” he quickly tries to change the subject, “why are you still awake?”

“I wasn’t able to sleep and decided I wanted to enjoy the moon and the ability to sing so freely,” you sigh, “Gods only knows when we’ll see it again.”

 Astarion hums in agreement- taking your callused hands in his and tracing the line of your hands. This seems to help you relax and it does bring him quite a bit of happiness to be able to help you relax as much as you help him. 

“I- I am really scared,” you look up at him with tears in your eyes, “I’m scared to go into the Shadow Cursed Lands. I have heard the stories and the lands are haunted by the cursed dead- people who had lives- who had stories.

“I am scared I could end up joining them,” your lower lip quivers so adorably, but he doesn’t like the words you are saying at all, “if I make one wrong move or we all get separated-“

“Stop,” he says, his voice thick and his chest heavy with an emotion he can’t identify, “I won’t allow that to happen. I can assure you that you will be rather irritated with me by the time we kill Ketheric- I don’t think I will be able to allow you to be out of arm’s reach.”

 He says it, but the actual reality of the comment doesn’t hit him until a couple seconds later. 

 Fuck.

 You smile brilliantly at him, “I hope you are ready for the same treatment.”

“I would be offended if you didn’t!”

“Well, we certainly can’t have that!”

 You lean forward and leave a kiss on his lips that takes his breath away- he follows you as you pull away, not ready to be without your lips on his. Astarion smiles against your mouth when your breath hitches- he loves that sound.

 And he is terrified to lose you.  

 Astarion fucked up his own plan- well okay, not really, but he did kind of. You have fallen for him, that much is obvious, but he was never supposed to fall for you! 

  The swaying continues- even as your body becomes heavier and heavier with sleepiness, Astarion feels like he’s dreaming and also simultaneously having a nightmare.

 He needs to rid himself of these feelings before they become all consuming- before he goes and does something stupid. 

 Maybe I give myself some space- sleep in my tent tonight? His chest tightens and he cannot breathe,  no, that won’t work. I- I don’t want to do that. I could push them away- get them to break things off with me.

 That thought makes him feel even more ill. Being near you brings happiness, comfort, and warmth- even when he is feeling extremely confused and uncomfortable with his feelings towards you. 

 You see the pieces of him he doesn’t often let others see and instead of despising him, you smile at his jokes. You laugh the loudest out of everyone- even at the jokes that maybe don’t deserve it. You are patient when he is grumpy, unreasonable, and rude. 

 You have become important to him- more important than he ever intended for you to be.

“Let’s go back to camp,” you say with a large yawn, “I need a little bit of sleep- we have a hell of a journey ahead.”

 Astarion helps you pick up your things and he carries your bag for you. You hold his other hand and you both chat as if you have spent years together rather than mere weeks- both of you grinning from ear to ear.

 You eventually wind up in each other’s embrace in your tent and you are snoring softly. Always making music as he likes to say. 

 The nighttime eventually pulls him back into his own trance, but this time, his trance is filled with happy memories of your adventures together with every melody you have ever sung prancing through his head.

[yourimagines]

What he likes about you fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you love his music, your always singing along and dancing. You show you love for his work.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: Your hands, they look smaller than his, the way you touch him makes him feel all soft.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: He likes to be the little spoon, he loves to feel your arms wrapped around his torso and feeling the little kisses you place on his back.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Going on a vacation trip and just act like locals, riding a bike and eat local food.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He's not every good with expressing his emotions, it mostly leads him to crying, he's a very emotional person.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes but not now, He's just living his life and thinks he's not ready yet to have those responsibility.

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: He likes to give you things but he loves to make memories with you, that means more to him than just giving you materials.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: He holds your hands when he leads you the way through the crowd or city's, he also hold your hands when you cuddle him from behind, touching your fingers softly

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: He would be sad, afraid and angry. He hates to see you cry or hurt.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: He's pranks but not to much, he doesn't want to disrespect you or making fun with you.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: he always kisses you with full passion, with emotion. Always holding you face or by your waist, pulling you closer to him.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: Bringing you along to his shows, listening to you and making sure your safe with him.

M = Memory, favorite memory together: Dancing together in Italy, on the streets while laughing and having a good time.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: That he hurts you, he doesn't want to make you cry because of him.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He sings to you, he always sings for you when he sees your not happy. Trying to make you happy

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Darling, Baby, Sugar, Love, Baby, Honey. He has a lot pet names for you.

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: Exploring the world with him, just being free and appreciate the world.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: Iris by the goo goo dolls, the world (media) often don't understand him and you know the real him. You think about him when you hear this song, thinking the unfairness the brought up on him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tells you a lot but not everything, he doesn't want you worry you or something like that.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: It took two weeks after the first date because you both were busy, he showed up one day at your work and asked you in private to be his.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: He gets upset to, he's a very emotional person and hate to see you like that.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He's proud that you keep up with his lifestyle and that your a kind person, he loves you for being yourself

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: He hates to see you fight but isn't afraid to fight for you, your his and nobody hurt you.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows when somethings wrong or when your nervous. He sees it they way you react and the way you talk.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: In a city abroad, somewhere romantic.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: Think about you, making music and feeling you next to him.

[mavyunivrse]

A classic playlist from my MP3 in my Supernatural DR 🎧

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ a condensed list…

Cherry Pie, Warrant: my song.

Man In The Box, Alice In Chains

Demon John, Jeff Buckley: I mean, self explanatory. I also just love Jeff Buckley with my soul.

Roadhouse Blues, The Doors: first listened to this in New Orleans while travelling with Micah and Carter. (Not cannon, just people I made for my dr.)

You Shook Me All Night Long, AC/DC: @ Dean…

Would I Lie To You, Charlies & Eddie

Even Flow, Pearl Jam: fulfilling my fantasy of playing this in the impala.

Sharp Dressed Man, ZZ Top

Gibson Girl, Ethel Cain: I am scripting her in idc. Sam Winchester will be listening.

Tear You Apart, She Wants Revenge: my little freak band to be a freak to and serenade Dean >:)

Live And Let Die, Guns ‘n Roses

Layla, Derek And The Dominos

Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls: I associate this with Dean, idk why.

Black Magic, Magic Wands: I’m still going trick or treating at my big old age (forcing the boys to dress up and drive me around,) and I’ll script it isn’t as frowned upon to still go over 10 😭

Walk This Way, Aerosmith

Halah, Mazzy Star: I’m scripting they play Mazzy in roadhouses and bars. That would be so magical and make my night.

Don’t You, Candlebox

Pressure: Paramore: she will be in every universe.

Rocky Mountain Way, Joe Walsh: will play this every time I get in my ‘66 Mustang. I love this car so much, I might do an entire post on it.

Stranglehold, Ted Nugent

Fortunate Son, Creedance Clearwater Revival

Bull In The Heather: Sonic Youth

Lady: Lenny Kravitz: Dean has to love this mans music or it’s over.

Baba, Alanis Morissette: Sam, Dean & Cas will know and respect her like no other by the time I show them her entire discography.

Magdalena, A Perfect Circle: ahh! Scripting this as my middle name for sure.

To Be A Lover, Billy Idol: my other lover besides Jeff Buckley and Dean. <3

Why Don’t We Do It In The Road? The Beatles: Dean please.

Heartbreaker, Led Zeppelin

Play With Fire, The Rolling Stones: I’m playing this the whole time we’re in Topanga, California.

People Are Strange, The Doors: always on during Halloween.

Hot Blooded, Foreigner

How, The Cranberries

Knockin’ On Heavens Door, Bob Dylan

Too Daze Gone, Billy Squier

Look Up To The Sky, The Indians: a sucker for guitar solos as you can see. And everyone around me will indulge.

I’m Not in Love, 10cc

Blood Bitch, Cocteau Twins

Free Bird, Lynyrd Skynyrd

The Witchdoctor, The Bluesbones

Losing My Religion, R.E.M.: would this be funny to play around Cas and Sam?

I Was Made For Lovin’ You, KISS: again, @ Dean.

Sweet Leaf, Black Sabbath

Mr. Crowley, Ozzy Osbourne

Fly, Bloodwitch: I don’t know what kind of music Cas will like but this will be one of the first I show him.

The House Of The Rising Sun, The Animals

Helter Skelter, The Beatles

The Wind, PJ Harvey: another song I religiously listened to while in California with Micah and Carter.

Are You Gonna Go My Way, Lenny Kravitz: I get so energetic when this comes on. Do not put my behind the wheel with this one.

Hey Man, Nice Shot, Filter

Dirty Deeds, Back In Black

Bloodsucker, Deep Purple

My Masterlist.

– ℳ

[pankowcrumbs]

Through the Lens of Us X Joseph QUinn

Story is inspired by the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls

MasterList

Joseph Quinn Masterlist

Stranger Things and Cast Masterlist

The first time I saw Joseph, he was standing alone at the edge of a crowded gallery, staring intently at a black-and-white photograph. The image was of a lone figure on a desolate beach, waves crashing around them, the sky heavy with impending rain. There was something about the way he looked at it like he saw himself in that solitary figure that made me pause.

I was there covering the exhibition for a small arts magazine, my camera slung over my shoulder, notebook in hand. I snapped a photo of him before I even realised what I was doing. When he turned and caught me, I felt my cheeks flush.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "You looked... captivated."

He smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips. "It's a powerful image."

I nodded, suddenly self-conscious. "I'm Y/N."

"Joseph," he replied, extending his hand.

From that moment, our paths seemed to intertwine effortlessly. We spent the rest of the evening discussing art, photography, and the stories behind the images. There was an ease to our conversation, a sense of familiarity that felt both comforting and exhilarating.

As weeks turned into months, Joseph and I grew closer. Our days were filled with shared coffees, late-night walks, and endless conversations about everything and nothing. Yet, despite our growing intimacy, there was a part of him that remained guarded.

He was open about his work, his love for acting, and the challenges of the industry. But when it came to his past, his fears, and his vulnerabilities, he would retreat, offering only fragments.

One evening, as we lay on my sofa, a film playing softly in the background, I turned to him.

"Joseph, do you ever feel like you're hiding parts of yourself?"

He looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "Sometimes. It's easier to keep certain things tucked away."

I reached out, placing my hand over his heart. "You don't have to hide with me."

He hesitated, then whispered, "I'm afraid that if you see all of me, you might not like what you find."

I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "I want to see all of you, Joseph. The good, the bad, the messy. That's what love is."

Despite our deepening connection, Joseph's walls remained. There were moments when he would pull away, lost in thought, his gaze distant. I tried to be patient, to give him space, but the distance between us grew.

One night, after a particularly intense argument, I found myself alone in our flat, tears streaming down my face. I felt helpless, unsure of how to reach him.

The next morning, he returned, eyes red-rimmed, a bouquet of wildflowers in hand.

"I'm sorry," he said, voice trembling. "I don't know how to let you in completely. But I want to try."

I took his hand, squeezing it gently. "We'll figure it out together."

Over time, Joseph began to open up. He shared stories of his childhood, the pressures of fame, and the insecurities that haunted him. Each revelation brought us closer, weaving a tapestry of trust and understanding.

One evening, as we sat on the rooftop, stars twinkling above, he turned to me.

"You make me feel seen, Y/N. Truly seen. And that's both terrifying and beautiful."

I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. "That's all I've ever wanted to see you, to know you."

Our relationship wasn't perfect. There were still moments of doubt, of fear, but we faced them together. Joseph learned to lean on me, to share his burdens, and I learned to be patient, to listen without judgment.

One day, he surprised me with a photograph a candid shot of me laughing, eyes crinkled, pure joy radiating from my face.

"I took this the day we met," he said. "It's my favourite picture."

I looked at the image, then at him. "Why?"

"Because it's real. Unfiltered. Just like you."

Tears welled in my eyes as I realised the depth of his words. In that moment, I knew that we had found something rare a love built on authenticity, vulnerability, and mutual respect.

Years later, that photograph hangs in our living room, a testament to our journey. It's a reminder that love isn't about perfection, but about embracing each other's flaws, fears, and truths.

Joseph and I continue to grow, to learn, and to love deeply. We've built a life where we can be our true selves, unafraid and unashamed.

And in the end, that's all we ever wanted to be seen, to be known, and to be loved for who we truly are.

[ambiguous-avery]

Hello Avery!

First of all, this is for you ❤️

♡♡♡ send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡♡

BUT SECOND

and it’s much more important (see I put it in big letters and everything) 😬✌️

I know you love your music and I thought you of all people might appreciate being asked to create a playlist for Dean, Sam, or both if you like, BUT no cheating. I don’t want to see a bunch of Zeppelin or Accadacca (AC/DC). Please make it from your own playlists, whether it’s something you want them to enjoy or simply just want to piss them off with - shake it off!

No pressure of course. Do with this as you will. And have a fabulous day - Beth ❤️

Ooh Beth, you are the absolute sweetest! I'm so, so honored to be one of your moots! This Tumblr community is seriously one of the best things in my life, and I am so excited to share in it and be surrounded by all of the amazing talent here! Appreciate you! 💜💜💜

Now, about that second part. First off, an actual photo of my reaction to reading your question/request 👇

Also, I'm putting this whole post in small font because it is LONG. I consider myself polyjamourous – I'll listen to just about anything and everything. The boys, on the other hand, are not. At least Dean isn't. And since he's the driver, his music taste is all that matters in the Impala. Pretty sure Dean would chuck all of my music suggestions out of Baby's window while going down the road at 80 miles an hour in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere. I know you said to make a playlist of songs that I’d show them, but it kinda turned into a list of songs that I associate with them. Hope it's okay for me to twist the ask like that! And I'm gonna limit myself to my top ten otherwise this would be a novel. It became a novel. And a character deep dive at the same time.

Each song will be linked for your listening pleasure, and I'll try to include a brief explanation of why. (Spoilers: they aren't all brief.) I may have worked on this instead of writing. Went and picked myself a whole bouquet of whoopsie daisies!

Dean's Playlist

Tragedy, Fly By Midnight - Okay, I'm gonna start really strong here. This song is SO Dean-coded to me. This is the way I imagine him when I start writing x reader fics, and I need to write him potentially falling for someone/getting into a relationship. Like... listen to it, and I think I'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who disagrees with me. Key lyrics: "You'll hurt forever If you fall for me That would be a tragedy"

Different Lives, Fly By Midnight - Maybe I should've limited myself to one song per band too. But this band absolutely speaks to me for Dean. This is another song I listen to when I need to get into how I imagine Dean falling for someone. Key lyrics: "'Cause I've lived different lives, different lives Before you ever made me feel alive, feel alive I haven't felt this fucking terrified, terrified Before you, ooh, you"

Iris, Goo Goo Dolls - This was my teenaged self's anthem, so maybe I'm biased. But I feel like this is Dean as a whole. Key lyrics: "And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive"

A Little Too Late, Nate Vickers - I'm finding that a lot of songs I feel relate to Dean are super angsty ones. A trend, you might say. It's because of all this angst that I want for him to have a happy ending rather than the one he got shafted with. Key lyrics: "If you wanna hate me Then I'll take the blame Just give me a reason To push through the pain"

Morally Grey, April Jai (feat. Nation Haven) - Okay, a non-angsty song! I think this one is just more self-indulgent than anything. I love me a good, morally grey character, and Dean is no different! Key lyrics: "I know he's no good for me But when he gets down on his knees He's so eager to please Knows the right frequencies"

@ my worst, blackbear - Aaand right back into the angst. Key lyrics: "Maybe I'm the best mistake you've ever made It sounds so fucking beautiful when you say my name I'm praying to a god, a god I don't believe The more I hide my scare, the easier I bleed"

Fix Me, 10 Years - More angst courtesy of my teen angst days. Apologies in advance. Key lyrics: "I'm fine in the fire I feed on the friction I'm right where I should be Don't try and fix me."

Casual sex, My Darkest Days - I feel like the title alone should give you enough of an idea of why this is on the list. Key lyrics: "It's just your typical, hardcore casual sex We're single but we're lovers Crazy for each other"

Dirty Heart, Brad Brownfield - Gotta thank my friend for reminding me about this song. Key lyrics: "'Cause you can't rub some dirt on the hurt of a broken heart It's the pain it just stays Like a damn old scar"

No Mercy, Austin Giorgio - This whole song just strikes me as the way Dean is when he's intimate with someone. Like behind closed doors, Dean is very much a lover boy who gives his everything to whoever he's with. Plus we know he's damn good at what he does. Key lyrics: "Baby I can lock the door You hold the keys Yeah I'll write the song You're the symphony"

Sam’s Playlist

Half Life, Livingston - This was one of the first songs I heard where I thought of Sam in the middle of listening to it. Sam is such a peach, and in the last few weeks, he has seriously grown on me. He's such a giver. Key lyrics: "So if this is the last night And you're feelin' hollow I'll give you my half life So you'll see tomorrow"

that's how you make a villain, Emlyn - Okay if we disregard the fact that the lyrics refer to a girl, then this is Sam to me. He had every reason to become the antagonist. Everything he had was taken away. Every turn took more from him. But he still chose to be the sweetest, most gentle giant. But could you imagine Sam in a full-on villain era? Key lyrics: "Stole my life, that's what I call a heist Sold it back and then tripled the price And I'm not on your payroll, but I'm makin' a killin' Just so you know, that's how you make a villain"

Maybe, Sick Puppies - Bit of angst here because neither of these boys truly are without it. But to me, Sam's is a little more hopeful. Key lyrics: “So why does it feel so wrong to reach for something more? To want to live a better life what am I waiting for?”

We Fight, Dashboard Confessionals - Mainly just Sam and Dean childhood vibes for me here. Key lyrics: "We were the kids that left home probable too young But we took our share and maybe then some Tired of beatings and battles and being sewn up But that made us grow up And that made them scared"

Shelter, Porter Robinson & Madeon - As much as I disagree with the ending of Supernatural, this is the song I associate with Sam living his life after Dean is gone. Key lyrics: "It's a long way forward so trust in me I'll give them shelter like you've done for me And I know, I'm not alone, you'll be watching over us Until you're gone"

Glow, Livingston - Another Livingston song. This artist has so many songs that made me think of Sam, but I didn't want to just make an entire playlist of one person haha. Again, Sam's flavor of angst usually is more hopeful in my mind. We see him choose good time and time again. Key lyrics: "You're like magic Turn the pain into passion Turn the radio to static But you don't even know you have it"

Monster, Katie Sky - I just want to give him a hug and tell him everything is going to be okay. Key lyrics: "I see your monsters I see your pain Tell me your problems I'll chase them away"

Carry You Home, Alex Warren - Tapping into how I view Sam when it comes to relationships. I feel like Sam falls hard for people, and this just kinda captures how I imagine he commits to others. Key lyrics: "Oh I hope you know I will care you home Whether it's tonight or 55 years down the road Oh I know there's so many way that this could go Don't want you to wonder, darling, I need you to know In this and every life I choose us every time"

Love Me Back, Max McNown - And digging a bit into Sam's own low view of himself, I feel like Sam very much has the mindset that he can't imagine someone else loving him in his broken state. Key lyrics: "Fell a little too hard, just a little too fast Put my soul in your hands like a penny on the track I've given you my heart and all the love I have And I'm just lucky that you love me back"

Slow Hands, Niall Horan - And finishing off with my take on Sam's more intimate side. I know that we see a lot of Sam's intimate scenes being faster paced and desperate and whatnot, but I genuinely feel like for whoever he's committed to, he's much slower, more patient. Key lyrics: "Fingertips puttin' on a show Got me now and I can't say no Wanna be with you all alone Take me home, take me home"

Sorry, this got super out of hand, and I feel I may have strayed away from the original idea. Hope that's okay! I seriously fell in love with this ask! Music is my thing. I love sharing it with others and others sharing with me! Tell me your thoughts! Got music you think fits? Please let me know~

Thanks for the ask, Beth! 💜💜💜

Tagging my moots because I wanna share my music with you: @jollyhunter @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @bettystonewell @middleearthislife @aylacavebear @supernotnatural2005 @voodoochildthings @losers-clvb @sparrowww0428 @alexsoenomel

[ambernotember]

🛻 🎶 ☕️ 🎿 🍎 📲 << can I ask for these?👀

@ pilot-kinard / dorothe 🫶🏼

woo okay! @pilot-kinard

truck accident au -

“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be celebrated!”

“You want to throw me a birthday party?”

“Well, at least a birthday dinner if you don’t want a full party,”’ Evan said.

“We could do a birthday dinner,” Tommy agreed. “Just us? It’s really not a big deal to me.”

“Okay, I won’t go crazy with it. Dinner here or out somewhere?”

“Just here?”

“Got it. I’m going to go pick a recipe and make a shopping list,” Evan said, heading back into the house.

“We can just order something,” Tommy said.

“Please, I like cooking for you. Buckle up Kinard, you’re getting a birthday dinner.”

“Whether I like it or not?” Tommy smiled at him.

“You’ll like it, promise.”

school concert au -

“Who wouldn’t like Tommy?” Buck asked, confused.

Chimney and Maddie exchanged a look.

“You know what, forget I said anything,” Chimney said. “I’ll let you two talk about this, I’m going to go finish my dinner with Jee.” Chimney picked up his plate and headed back to the living room.

“Did I just kick your husband out of his own kitchen?” Buck asked, looking at Maddie in confusion.

“Can we just… back up a little?” Maddie asked.

“To what?”

“Well, I said it could be different if it was someone who was interested in you, and you said ‘why would he’ and then cut yourself off.”

“Well, I just meant like, why would he be interested in me?”

“We have got to work on your self-esteem,” Maddie muttered, rubbing her forehead. “Okay, putting that aside. Why do you think you’re acting weird around him?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I was asking you.”

coffee shop au-

“Hey everyone, I’m Evan Buckley, but you can call me Buck. Thanks for coming out tonight to listen to some live music, I’ve got some of your favourites ready for you and a couple new ones I think you might like,” Buck said, strumming lightly on his guitar. “How do you all feel about a couple of covers first?”

There was some applause and cheering from the audience.

“Alright, here’s Wonderwall,” Buck said, playing the opening bars and then laughing at the reaction he got. “Kidding, kidding. Here’s Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.”

“Mooning,” Ravi said quietly from behind Tommy.

Tommy threw a damp cloth at him, which Ravi snatched out of the air.

“Seriously, would it be so bad to talk to him? He asked about you when you weren’t here, by the way, so he’s at least noticed you.”

“When wasn’t I here?” Tommy tilted his head a little as he thought about it.

“I dunno, I think it was like the first month he was here? You had the flu and missed a couple days.”

colorado/long story short -

“No, I transferred houses before they joined the 118. I work over at Harbour now.”

“Ah, the 217 and Air Ops. You fly?”

“He's the pilot that flew them into the hurricane to rescue Captain Nash and Sergeant Grant,” Albert said excitedly.

“Really! I heard about that,” Taylor said. “You all got awards for that, didn’t you?”

“I was pretty sure we were all going to get fired, so the medals were a nice surprise,” Tommy said.

“How’d you get tied up in that anyways?” Taylor asked. “If you weren’t working with the 118 anymore?”

“Off the record?” Tommy asked.

“I don’t report on people I know anymore,” Taylor said. “Completely off the record.”

“Howie called me,” Tommy said simply. “I owed him a favour.”

“What kind of favour warrants flying into a hurricane?” she asked.

“The life saving kind.”

cozy/apple orchard -

“This is like a movie,” Buck said excitedly. Tommy tucked the plaid blanket around their legs — it wasn’t really needed, but it added to the ambiance of the hayride.

“I didn’t think people actually did this outside of like, fall movies and after school specials,” Buck admitted as the wagon started moving.

“They never had fall fairs in Hershey?” Tommy asked.

“I mean, probably, but I didn’t really care about that stuff then. I was still in full daredevil mode, a hayride wouldn’t have been high octane enough for me.”

“And now?”

“Getting to spend more time cuddled up with you? Big fan.”

texting fix it-

🐓 Hen

okay back

did we solve it yet

Casey🧯

not yet

what were you saying about baked goods?

🐓 Hen

Buck has taken to baking his feelings

Every fridge and freezer is full

I’m going to start sending him my kids’ dentist bills if he keeps it up

☎️Marilena

hiiii you can send some stuff over here!

🐓 Hen

you didn’t get yours yet? I was sure I sent some to dispatch. Next batch, all yours

Tommy🚁

you’ve seriously had to send baking to dispatch?

🐓 Hen

and other stations, the hospital, and the police station

Lucy🚁

okay, so sounds like buck still has feelings and would be open to a reconciliation?

Tommy 🚁

big word donato

Lucy🚁

big fuckup kinard

make me write

[serstolas]

Thursday Bangers 6/12

Rules: Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

I was tagged by the lovely @woundedsoul12

This week's lyrics are from one of my favorite songs:

And I'd give up forever to touch you , 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow, You're the closest to Heaven that I'll ever be , And I don't wanna go home right now ~ Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls

gently tagging @thatgaymerguyb, @jukkaricity, and @chaosherald

Here's a bit of modern magic AU Rookanis (also on AO3)

Demon possession wasn’t something that happened often in modern day Thedas. There’d been a number of advances in the study of magic and the Fade to help reduce the number of mages who became possessed. 

That made Lucanis’s situation all the more difficult, especially because he wasn’t even a mage. 

He’d been assigned to a major contract protecting a client. He knew someone had sold him out, because when he’d gotten to the jobsite, no client awaited him. Instead he’d been completely outnumbered and had been kidnapped, dragged to some secret offshore prison run by the secret society and cult known as the Venatori. 

He’d spent a year in that void, tortured and experimented on, and somehow forcibly merged with a spirit. They’d seen the horror of other people used like a butterfly’s cocoon for a demon, the person tortured until they split like a wilted sack and a demon emerged. 

His will and the will of the spirit possessing him were too strong, though, and somehow they’d made their own deal to work to get free of the prison.

Freedom had come in the form of a stranger, Rook, looking to recover an artifact that was said to have the power to rip open the Veil itself. They’d come to the Antivan Crows, a very old and well known private security firm, seeking him because they needed someone skilled at fighting and killing dangerous mages. His grandmother in turn had sent them here to rescue him, and in return he would work with them on a contract.

The team Rook had put together had faced so many challenges in their search for the artifact, including members of the Venatori cult and a militant group known as the Antaam that were in the employ of the ancient elven mages.

While he and Spite had managed to come to a sort of understanding, he knew how the world viewed abominations. He knew how his own grandmother and many he’d worked with for years at the Crows viewed him because of Spite.

But when Rook looked at him, he never saw disgust, horror, or fear in their eyes. They looked at him with a gaze full of trust and respect, of admiration for all he and Spite had survived. 

It made him want so deeply he was almost afraid of it. He craved Rook’s company and their touch. 

In a world that saw him as damned and during a time when they didn’t know what the next day would hold, he was grateful they saw him as something other than a monster. He wanted to know and be known by them. 

He began walking up the beach, the sound of a seal barking coming somewhere further along the way, near the rocky outcroppings he’d seen harbor seals gathered around in the past. He left a trail of footprints in the sand as he continued in that direction, still absently listening to the sound of the seal barking.

Aside from locating ancient powerful artifacts, he’d learned during his time with Rook that they loved coffee, mythology, and the ocean. They were particularly fascinated by seals, which seemed almost ironic given that Rook was an absolutely terrible swimmer. 

Lucanis and Spite could remember one night that they’d been particularly restless and roaming the halls of the Lighthouse complex that their team currently called home. Rook had found them walking towards the dining hall for coffee and seemed to pick up on their restlessness instantly. 

They’d suggested a walk along the beach and had brought him to a particular patch of beach where they told him seals often gathered to sleep and rest from their travels and hunting in the ocean. He wasn’t far from that spot right now, actually.

He’d ended up spending hours sitting on a large rock with them, watching the seals. There’d been something peaceful about it that even soothed Spite’s chaotic nature. 

As the sun sank lower and everything settled into a purple haze, he thought he saw a seal pulling itself up onto the beach a few hundred meters from where he stood. The seal was, in fact, very close to the same rock that he and Rook had sat on that night on the beach. Unsure what drove him forward, he continued walking, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he got closer to the lone seal.

He reached the rock that he’d sat on with Rook and began to climb, wondering what had brought this lone seal up onto the beach during a time when many harbor seals in the area were hunting. 

As he sat on the rock, he saw the seal appear to lift their head in his direction, then, to his shock, they began to lumber their way up the beach towards him. He watched the harbor seal, mystified, as they moved towards him until they were no more than five or six meters away. Then the seal began to shift and twist. He started to rise, but Spite told him to wait. Instead of being alarmed, the demon was intrigued. 

The seal skin split suddenly, revealing Rook, naked as the day they were born. Their dark blue eyes danced as they smiled at him. A sealskin hung over one arm.

“Hello Lucanis,” they said softly.

“Rook?” he asked as he found himself leaping off the rock and jogging over to them. “What, how?”

“You know how much I love an old myth or fairytale,” they chuckled.

His eyes grew wide and he stared at them in awe. “You’re a selkie?”

“I am,” they replied, inclining their head. “It’s not a secret I share with many. But I wanted you to see me, to know me, all of me.”

“Rook..” his voice was thick with emotion. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around them, and they embraced him, their seal skin shifting until it was pressed between them, warm even through his clothing. 

“I care a great deal for you, Lucanis, you and Spite,” they told him.

“I, we, care for you too, Rook,” Lucanis replied. He realized as he stared into their eyes that they already knew him. They saw and accepted everything about him. “And you, Rook, are such a wonder. My beautiful Selkie.”

“Does that make you my crow, or my demon?” they laughed softly. They leaned up and brushed their lips lightly against his own. 

He shifted his arms around them. “As long as I am yours, that is all I care about,” he said against their lips before deepening the kiss. As he did, he felt Spite’s wings erupt from his back and encompass both him and Rook.  They were fully revealed to each other, and going forward, they would stand together. 

[johnsspacesuittight]

I Am SCREAMING- I was in a Destiel mood and thought I would maybe write something and started looking at some of my old stuff, and decided to listen to one of the songs that really put me in mind of that and I though of the night we met but couldn’t immediately recall the name of it or of Lord Huron, but remembered Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls which is also a big one for me so put that on listening to it zero thoughts, thinking it would loop but instead, well- guess what Spotify decided I should hear next, fucking The Night We Met by Lord Huron, literally screamed when that started playing how the fuck did they know, like that was literally a jumpscare istg

[thetisming]

im going insane so heres me talking about iris fey (/feenris) & the song iris by the goo goo dolls

"and i'd give up forever to touch you // cause i know that you feel me somehow"

in a way, she kind of did give up forever for him. well, for dahlia – she was the reason that iris ended up in prison, for helping her. but she also gave up forever by being with him for those 8 months. and 'i know that you feel me somehow' is like, when she touches him, she knows that hes feeling HER, not her sister, and when she gives him her head covering, to protect him, shes doing that as her

"you're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be // and i dont wanna go home right now"

shes done bad things, to put it simply. she helped her sister. she did things that were wrong and bad and so no matter how good she is, i'm not sure she could believe that she would get into heaven. but feenie is sweet, and kind and honest and he loves her so purely and hes perfect to her

and her home? well. her home just sucks bad but also it could be like. she doesnt want to have to be iris anymore. if feenie loves dahlia, she wants to be dahlia. even if he doesnt even know dahlia at all

"and all i could taste is this moment // and all i can breathe is your life // and sooner or later, it's over // i just dont wanna miss you tonight"

their time together will end soon. it's going to end because dahlia hates phoenix even though iris adores him and she know it will have to end. she keeps asking for the necklace. the necklace, that if she gets, it will end things. but it isnt over yet and she doesnt have to miss him just yet

"and i dont want the world to see me // cause i dont think that theyd understand"

she moves to the mountains and becomes a nun. this is the farthest she can get from the world. from people. from seeing phoenix in the street and seeing him recognise her and think that dahlia is out of prison. and of course the world wouldnt understand, how could they? she was pretending to be her twin for 8 months, and then she fell in love with the guy she was supposed to just get a necklace from and then never see again.

"when everythings made to be broken // i just want you to know who i am"

everything in those 8 months is made to break. from the glass to their relationship, in which he only knows the name of her twin and doesnt even know she exists, and all she wants is for him to know who she is. this is the most iris coded line in the song imo and it ruins me. she just wants him to know who she is.

i dont have TOO much to say about this other than:

"or the moment of truth in your lies" their relationship was lies. but the truth was that she DID love him. she does love him and through all her lies that was the truth

anyway. im going insane. i was at a funeral today and at the afterparty type thing i was listening to mr brightside for like hours until i saw the name iris below that song and went ohoho just like My Character, fully expecting the song to not relate to her at all, but it DOES and im dying badly basically

[phanfictioncatalogue]

2009 Phan (8) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven

All I Want For Christmas (ao3) - sleepyslag (galacticneighbor)

Summary: It's Christmas Eve 2009, and Dan's about to leave to spend Christmas with his family- until Phil goes into an unexpected heat.

anything, anything (ao3) - paintyourwords, paper_planes1

Summary: It’s ridiculous, Dan knows, but he sees it, his whole life laid out in front of him, when he first looks into Phil’s eyes.

ask and receive (ao3) - Celeste (artificialmac)

Summary: It’s 2009 and Dan and Phil meet in person for the first time, and it’s a lot. But it’s mostly just frottage.

at first blush this is fate (ao3) - alittlestarsick

Summary: 2009 Dan and Phil have a cute winter moment in the snow before Dan has to go back home from his visit to Phil

Begin Again (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: Phil’s parents are away and he’s invited some random guy off the internet to come stay with him for a few days. Martyn is worried that his brother is going to get murdered by a stalker fan, so he follows them from the train station to Starbucks.

crying at the nail salon (i'm so sick of online love) (ao3) - misbhvdan

Summary: The older girl is looking at her in a way that makes Dani feel hot all over. She suddenly realises she has no idea what she’s doing. Oh, no. Fiona is so much more experienced than her. She’s going to make a fool of herself.

“Would you want to sit in my lap?”

“Y-yeah,” Dani nods, reaching for her phone in a way that she hopes isn’t obvious. Hiding it from Fiona’s view, she opens Google and types in, how to have skype sex.

— Dani and Fiona video chat.

Dan and Phil Take Each Other's Clothes Off (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet

Summary: Dan and Phil play dress-up based off Dan's one dailybooth

Dan stops and stares at him, “You did not just tell me a red panda fact while we are having sex.”

“They can also glow in the dark.”

dear to the heart (ao3) - dontcrydraft

Summary: Dan and Phil meet each other in real life for the first time, and they end their first day together by watching a movie on Phil's couch. Except Dan gets a bit too comfortable and falls asleep.

Everything Hurts But You Make Things a Bit Better (ao3) - That_cool_weirdo

Summary: I'm annoyed that my joints don't work so i wrote a fluffy fic of 2009 phan's first irl meeting where dan has all of my issues

first impression (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: It's October 19th, and Phil feels like a nervous wreck.

(A fic based on Phil saying in "Date Night with Dan and Phil" that his first impressions of Dan were "posh and confident.")

he is everything, and you are just trying to be something. (ao3) - m0ther_of_p3arl

Summary: There he is. Standing on the platform, waiting for Dan, his hands tucked awkwardly into the pockets of black skinny-jeans.

For a moment, Dan forgets that there are people behind him and he forgets that he has to step off the train and he just stares. Phil looks right back, and his eyes are big and blue and flecked with yellow in a way that could never be accurately represented through a computer screen.

Phil smiles at him, and Dan’s mind short-circuits.

I Don't Want the World to See Me (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: Dan and Phil's first meeting, based off of Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.

Dan hasn't really accepted that he likes men, and Phil is incredibly patient with him. Smut, angst and fluff.

i had sworn to myself i'm content with loneliness (‘cause none of it was ever worth the risk) (ao3) - misbhvdan

Summary: Soft guitar strings are playing from the shitty laptop speaker. Dani recognises the song immediately. She’s been listening to it on her iPod daily for over a month, thinking of Fiona every time like the lovesick puppy she is.

There’s no voiceover in the video, just the girl cutting her own hair into Fiona’s desired haircut with a frankly ridiculous music choice in the background.

Who puts a fucking love song in the background of a hair tutorial?

— Dani gives Fiona a haircut.

I Like my Men How I Like my Gin and Tonic (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet

Summary: Dan gives a C- blowjob and an receives an A+ handjob emo boys kissing vibes they r in luvv

i wanna be with you everywhere (ao3) - manchestereyes

Summary: A month after meeting for the first time, Phil discovers Dan's neck thing.

I want you in the most (un)romantic ways. (ao3) - philsslit

Summary: theres simply not enough 'dan and phil having lesbian sex' fics so I wrote something here ya go

in your jeans, frenzy (ao3) - r1caner

Summary: “What’re you thinking about?” Phil asks.

Dan feels his cheeks go red, hot all the way to his jaw. “Er. Praying,” he says, desperate to avoid telling the truth and telling a lie.

it is you (ao3) - manchestereyes

Summary: @danisnotonfire: I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone D:

When Dan gets permission to spend a week with Phil in December, he has a stunning realisation.

it's snowing and i love you (ao3) - noxhsw

Summary: Phil exists in this world. He’s never been more sure.

Waves of life are flooding this organism, this lump he calls a body, his home. Himself.

just a little bit closer (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil have a deep conversation, leading to them trying something new together.

(Set during the week Dan spent up north at Phil's house in December 2009.)

Lullaby for the sun (ao3) - ottertrashpalace

Summary: It's been a few months now, and for some reason when Dan visits Phil he just feels tired.

Made for Each Other (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet

Summary: Dan and Phil 2009 Halloween YouTube meetup but it's insanely sweet. Based off some of the videos other people uploaded of them standing off alone during it. More emo boys kissing vibes.

maybe we were made for each other (ao3) - ShiwiSins (IetjeSiobhan)

Summary: One more station until he’s there, and Dan is sweaty and nervous with how much he wants to see Phil again, with how much he’s missed him, with how scared he is of the feelings being one-sided, despite everything Phil has said over Skype.

Or: the third time they meet.

our first christmas together (i love you) (ao3) - gesticulationbubble

Summary: Dan and Phil spend their first Christmas together. Phil is anxious about whether Dan will like his gift, and Dan isn't used to someone caring about him so much - but, regardless of the hesitancy and newness of them, there's a hint of Forever in this First.

Réponds à Ma Tendresse (ao3) - Blorbiron

Summary: Dan is visiting, and that’s Phil’s absolute favorite thing ever- which is kind of sad, maybe, for someone he’s known for like two months, but he can’t be bothered to care. Because Dan’s sitting right on his bed, close enough to touch, and cackling whenever Phil dies in Crash Bandicoot. Which is a lot.

sativa (i said im ready) (ao3) - catbearbunz (bunnieovadamoon)

Summary: it’s 2009, and phil really wishes dan would call. he does, but he comes greener than expected.

aka they get drunk and high and have esex.

sleep on the floor, dream about me (ao3) - noxhsw

Summary: it's 2009. the second day of dan and phil hanging out together irl.

phil refreshes his youtube, only to mysteriously see the 2024 dan and phil games channel on his screen.

they decide to look through their future channel, introspection ensues

some kind of magic (ao3) - ghostdnp (ghostdnfie)

Summary: "Dan?"

Phil turned back to look at him and Dan's breath hitched, suddenly aware of his staring and how close their faces were. "Sorry," he muttered sheepishly.

Phil just smiled at him sweetly, shaking his head as if to say 'don't worry about it'. Maybe he seemed almost flattered.

"Looks really nice at this time, doesn't it?"

when the train came it was so big and powerful (ao3) - r1caner

Summary: It is 2009, and things are going to change. Dan thinks so, anyway.

a dnp fic for the 15th 19th of october.

when people that said it was raining all the time (i see sunshine cause i know that you are mine) (ao3) - Atlantis_51

Summary: Phil waits in the cold. He waits until his fingers ache from the breeze that rushes through them. He waits until the crowd dwindles down and he’s left all alone standing alongside the train tracks. He waits until the call aboard the last train rumbles through the high walls of Manchester Train Station. He even waits a little longer, just in case.

// Dan doesn't show up at the train station on that fateful Oct 19th, 2009.

You and I, We don't wanna be like them (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: Phil tries to appear cool when Dan comes to visit him for the first time, but struggles to fall asleep without his favourite plushie. When he admits to his secret, Dan answers with a confession of his own that inspires Phil’s first christmas gift to Dan.

You are Not Sleeping on The Goddamn Floor (ao3) - pepelovesme

Summary: Dan and Phil's 2009 meeting reimagined. Dan is curious, they talk sexuality. Smut ensues.

you make me happy when skies are gray (ao3) - howell_slide

Summary: “Did you mean it, Phil?” Dan asks, knowing the answer, but needing Phil to confirm it before the imprint is permanent. Dan pulls away from Phil just enough to see his face—he needs to see Phil right now. Somehow, Dan finds his eyes, barely visible in the darkness, and sees those blue eyes starting to shine with tears.

“I did.” Phil speaks resolutely, with no ounce of hesitation present in his voice. It’s the most serious Dan has ever heard Phil be, and he knows that Phil is telling the truth.