#i find it very funny to imagine someone sending me anon hate and then spending hours refreshing tumblr waiting for a response lol

[thefabelmans2022]

it takes sooo much strength for me not to respond to hate in my inbox you have no idea

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Thinking about Lucifer knowing Spanish, and I love the idea that he picked it up on his own (HELP, IMAGINE HE LEARNED IT SUPER FAST BEFORE THE EXCHANGE STARTED ONCE HE SAW MY FILE, THAT'D ALSO BE FUNNY). But if Lucifer ever scolded me in Spanish, I'd fr burst into tears and turn into the biggest goody two shoes 💀 (for at least a few days). Like I already hate being lectured, but something about it being in Spanish just 😭 it feels sooo much worse (maybe because there's so much emotion in the language? Dialect? Very big disappointed mom vibes.)

also IT AIN'T GONNA BE ME CONFESSING, THAT'S FOR SURE. Or if I did, it'd be in the most round about way or by accident (catch me pulling a Mammon like in that car ride drabble.). I am saying it in EVERY WHICH WAY except saying 'ily' outright.

It wasn't my day for dinner but you came home sad, and suddenly I'm cooking and it's your favorite dish? Psh, don't mean nothing, I was craving it too. I found a super shiny coin and gifted it to you? I have plentyyy (don't think about the fact I keep shiny coins from the current year in my bag for good luck, and it's the first one I've found all year). I'm spending my last pieces of grimm to buy us a treat to share bc we passed our exam? Well, it'd be wrong if I only got myself one... (true story, spent my last $10 on chipotle kids meals for me and my friend/coworker so we could eat because we were both broke and had two days left to payday)

Mammon will need to grab me by the shoulders and shake me because I would not believe he's into me. I'd come up with an excuse for any evidence that he is into me 💀 He could be like "GET IT THROUGH THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS THAT I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU!" and I'd be like "you wot? you're joking right?"

like I said, I'm denying it to hell and back because it's scary af !! I've only been in love 2.5 times, and the first time I was brushing off my feelings and making excuses. And then one day I had the "Oh. Oh... Aw, fuck." moment and became a mess around them. I've always been wary of romance (my only relationship ended up toxic, and I became more wary lol)

But the same thing happened with Mammon becoming my fave 😭 I was thinking about other characters (along with Mammon) like Levi, Beel, and Dia. But then everything about Mammon made me fall a little more without realizing, even while I was trying to deny it. I'd get asked my fave character, and I couldn't choose, but Mammon was always an option. And one day I had the "Aw, shit" moment. He won me over with his dumbass ways, heart of gold, and terrible bandaging skills.

*head in hands* THIS MAN MAKES ME WRITE ESSAYS BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH WORDS TO EXPRESS HOW I FEEL AAAA

anyway I am excited for the new lessons !! my cards are powered UP ! also I got a sketch and lineart update on one of my comms and 😭🫶 literally wanted to jump around at work because it's so perfect and cute (it's me and Mammon cuddling in bed AND RHEY PUT HIM IN A TANK TOP SND YOU CSN SEE HIS MUSCLRS AKDKD)

anyway. I am. so Normal about this. aha... OKAY I AM SENDING GOOD VIBES, AND HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY AND FIND $10 ON THE GROUND TOMORROW (ALSO APPLIES TO ANYONE READING THIS) OKAY BYEEE

- ✨ anon

Disappointed mom vibes lolol. I think that would suit Lucifer really well, actually. He has those vibes anyway, make him lecture in Spanish and it's just even better~

Er. Well. I like when strict characters start scolding people, so perhaps my opinion is invalid in this case. I just find it very funny and it makes me want to tease them so bad.

Anyway, here's my opinion on romance: yes, it's scary af. But it's worth the risk.

Any time you enter into a relationship with someone, especially if there are intense feelings involved, you're taking a risk. No matter what, even in friendship and other such types of relationships. The way to get close to someone is to be vulnerable with them. And there's always the chance that the person you're being vulnerable with will take that as an opportunity to hurt you. But not everybody will. And you'll miss out on the people who won't if you just... don't even try, you know what I mean?

Ehhhh sorry to get all deep on you like that, but I've seen this kinda thing plenty of times in my life. I'm that person everybody tells all their relationship woes to and then I give them advice that they never take. And then it always turns out that I was right all along lol.

I also kinda think it's okay to fall in love with someone but never act on it. Sometimes it feels like I fall in love with everyone I meet. But sometimes you legit fall in love with someone who just... isn't the right one for you. And you know it, so there's no point in trying to pursue anything. And the feelings fade as that person moves on with their life and it just becomes a fond memory.

For what it's worth, I don't think Mammon would ever give up on you. He's not as dumb as everyone makes him out to be. He's actually quite emotionally intelligent. As soon as he finally figured out his own feelings and was able to accept them, he would clock onto yours. And if someone straight up told him (such as one of his brothers), I think he'd keep reaching out to you, keep trying for you, keep doing his best to make it so you're comfortable enough with him to be honest about how you feel~

Anyway, this is just me being a hopeless romantic lol!

Welcome to the Writing Essays About Fictional Characters You Love Club! lol honestly I get so embarrassed about how much I have to say sometimes...

I'm also excited about new lessons! And your commission sounds amazing already!

Sending the good vibes right back to you! May we all find $10 on the ground!!

[dalchiid]

Wow even Jimin had me fooled up until the very last moment. I thought he was genuinely being nice and wanting to spend some actual quality time with y/n. But now it makes sense why all the other brothers have been so weary of him when it comes to her. He’s destructive and chaotic at best, and I still can’t believe his kink is necrophilia. Hoseok’s reaction was appropriate. We already know how protective he is of y/n and what he did to Jiyoo is a living testimony of that, so Jimin should’ve known better. Well, at least Jimin was smart enough not to take things any further physically. Despite his scheming ways he’s still loyal to his brothers at the end of the day so perhaps that counts for something. Also it’s interesting how Hoseok hesitated to satisfy y/n’s “needs” given the circumstances. Basically he doesn’t mind using his own venom to satisfy any sexual urges, but Jimin’s is off limits? I wonder if it’s a territorial thing or if he was simply concerned about y/n not being in the right /consenting/ headspace.

I wonder if other brothers have distinct characteristics with their own venom too? Seeing as how Hoseok’s is pure euphoria and Jimin’s unbridled lust. Also if any of them have special powers like Namjoon being able to turn a human to a vampire.

Finally, anons wanting y/n to sleep with Namjoon feels like a line that shouldn’t even be crossed. Given the way he acted to Jimin using his venom on her I can’t imagine how absolutely maddening he’d react if one of his brothers were to actually go further than that. I’m afraid it’d be a true blood bath. Hoseok’s sense of smell is already sensitive as is towards a simple kiss between them, and that’s already crossing the line. So I can’t even begin imagine how he’d react to other more intimate places of her smelling like his brother.

Another great chapter! Your writing is brilliant as always and of course that sex scene was hot af.

— cloudy anon ☁️

(I’ve written a few asks so I’m going to start signing them off just to keep track since everyone always sends in such good ones, and until next time, take care <3)

Jimin really tricked Y/N into believing that he was nice despite the fact that she was warned about him. He can be really mean because he finds it funny and yes the necrophilia! Now we know why Jungkook hates the smell of the women he brings home. It's because they're dead.

Hoseok did what anyone would have done. He has his issues but punching Jimin was the best course of action. At least for me it was lol. It's not the first time Jimin has done something stupid. He likes messing with people. He's a bit sadistic if you think about it, but he does have his loyalty to his brothers that keeps him from getting into too much trouble.

Hoseok hesitated to help Y/N because he knew she was like this because of Jimin and not because he did something to her. It was a bit of a turn off for him but he went through with it because she really needed the help. So far the rest of the brothers have similar saliva to Hoseok. They are of varying states of high. Seokjin though is a little different. If you take too much of his saliva in one sitting it can cause hallucinations. As for special abilities we know Hoseok can control minds and Namjoon can turn people. Taehyung can alter people's emotions so he can calm, agitate, or make someone happy. Interesting that he can seeing as he's the one who gets angered easily.

If Hoseok were to ever find out Namjoon and Y/N had sex... I don't even want to think about it. He would never kill his brother but he'll definitely do damage. The type Namjoon would probably have to take a lot of time to heal from. And Y/N will probably never see the light of day ever again, but is it a risk she and Namjoon are willing to take? I have no idea but we'll see!

And thank you, thank you! I aim to please 😊

I'll be sure to tag your questions with cloudy anon ☁️ then so we can keep track! You take care as well 💜

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

An Unforgettable Halloween | Luke Patterson

Requested by anon:  hiiiii! can i do a jatp luke x reader imagine where it’s halloween and reader runs into Luke and they spend the whole day making Luke forget he’s dead? thanks! <3 love your writing by the way

A/N: Thank you for this request, anon! I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you like it!! Idk why I always need to have the reader and Luke/Charlie singing together, but here ya go anyway. The song used is Favorite Place by All Time Low. :) 

Pairing: Luke x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 4,447

Halloween. It’s never been my favorite holiday. My poor, feeble heart can’t handle all the scares and creepy stuff. And besides, it’s over commercialized, in my opinion. Capitalism just needed another reason to exploit a holiday. My best friend, Ava,  tells me I hate the holiday because it reminds me of two years ago when a Halloween party traumatized me for the rest of my life. “Just because Brent made that day terrible, doesn’t mean the day will forever be terrible, Y/N,” she’d always say. Though that might be true, I still like to believe that’s not the only reason why I  hate the holiday. “Just come with me to the party tonight, and you’ll see it’s not as bad as you think it is!” We’re on FaceTime while I’m doing homework and she’s trying to figure out what to wear to the annual Halloween party at Charlotte the popular girl’s house. Another reason to hate the holiday. Charlotte Parks is the typical popular girl trope in this story. Pretty, popular with the guys, a cheerleader. The cliché. “I don’t think I’m gonna do that, Av,” I say whilst tucking my pencil behind my ear and staring down the phone in front of me, balancing against my backpack on the end of my bed. “You know Charlotte and I don’t mix well together.” That’s true. Charlotte has always despised me, God knows why. For some reason unknown to me, she always has to find a way to ruin my life. “Her house is so big, you won’t even see her!” Ava reasons from her walk-in closet before walking back onto the screen, another dress in her hand. This one is a black bodycon number with a white collar at the top and fringes at the sleeves. “How about this one?” “That’s very Wednesday Adams!” I exclaim with a wide smile on my face, to which I receive a very impressed nod from my best friend. “You know Bobbi’s coming tonight, Av. Can’t cancel on her!” Roberta’s my cousin of 13, and she’s one of my best friends, no matter how lame that sounds. We’ve always been pretty good pals, since we’re the only girls in the family. We kind of had to stick together against the testosterone of our other cousins. She’s not actually coming tonight, but I needed a good excuse to get out of this party. “Take her with you!” she yells both excited and kind of desperate at the same  time. “Ooh! How about I wear my pleather pants with, like, a black body and cat ears?!” She disappears into the wardrobe again. “She’s 13, Av! I’m not going to take her to a high school party!” I yell back whilst shaking my head in disappointment. “Wear whatever you want, Ava. I’m sure you’ll look amazing.” She appears into the picture again, her pleather pants halfway her butt and her bra on show. “Hey, is that my bra?!” I recognize that black lace with the gold detailing down the bust anywhere and I’ve lost that bra three weeks ago. “What? No! This is mine!” she says, but I can tell she’s lying. “You are unbelievable, Av!” I shake my head, grinning at my best friend. “I’m gonna have to go though. Send me a snap of  your outfit once you’ve chosen!” She nods her head in response, walking up closer to her phone, which she had balanced somewhere on her drawers. “I really can’t convince you to come?” Her expression has suddenly turned serious. She really is bummed I don’t want to come out, but I don’t care. I can’t care. This is for my own good. At least then, I don’t have to see Charlotte. Or Brent. “I’m really sorry, Ava.... Maybe next year, yeah?” She sighs mournfully before nodding her head. “Have fun, okay? And be careful!” A smile appears on her face again. “I will, babes. Have fun with Bobbi!” She offers me a wave, which I return before yelling ‘bye’ and pressing the red button on my phone screen. Lying to my best friend is not my favorite thing to do, but she wouldn’t shut up when she found out what I’m actually gonna be doing. With a sharp exhale, I crawl off my bed and head downstairs where my parents are getting ready for their little get-together with their friends. Dad’s dressed in a pin-stripe suit, a fake mustache stuck on his upper lip and his hair gelled back tightly whilst mom’s wearing a black dress with a deeply cut V-neck and a large slit down the side. Gomez and Morticia Addams. Very spooky. “Don’t you two look dashing,” I compliment, watching them from the middle of the stairs, sitting down. Mom shoots me a kind smile as she fixes her slick hair. “What are you gonna do tonight, sweetie?” Dad asks, tightening his tie. “Probably gonna go get some food and watch some movies,” I shrug, placing my head in my hand, my elbow resting on my knee. “You know, the use.” Dad exhales sharply, smiling sympathetically. “Don’t give me that look, dad.” “I’m sorry, sweets. But I just wish you would act like a seventeen-year-old instead of an eighty  year old.” I scoff at his statement. We had this discussion last year too. Both of them know what happened and why it’s so hard for me to enjoy this day. But they still give me shit for it. “I’m gonna have plenty of fun by myself. Even more so than if I did go to the stupid party,” I reason with him. He raises his hands in defeat before turning to his wife. “Just make sure the kids get their candies, yeah?” mom says instead, climbing a couple of stairs to press a kiss to my head. “I love you,” she whispers and heads down again. “Love you too. Have fun, guys.” Dad comes up to kiss me too before heading to the door with mom. With his hand on the doorknob, he looks back at me. “You know we only want you to be happy, right?” he says. I nod my head, offering him a smile. “I love you, sweets.” He walks out and shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone in the empty house. I sigh deeply before heading down and grabbing my Vans. Once they’re on my feet, I grab my wallet and exit the house. The cool October air hits my sweater-clad arms, sending a chill down my spine. As my feet tread down the pavement, my mind wanders to this day two years ago. Around this time, everything seemed normal. I was happy and excited to get to the Charlotte Parks Halloween extravaganza with my boyfriend Brent. We’d picked out a great couples’ costume. He was a wolf, and I was dressed as Red Riding Hood. I’d even taken the liberty to go all out with makeup and put a slash near my eye as though I’d been attacked by the wolf. Ava was a fan of that costume, more than Brent was. But when we neared the end of the night, everything crumbled down into shreds of sadness and anger. The residue of that anger wells up again until it’s knocked out of me when I bump into someone, making me stumble backwards. I would’ve fallen on my ass if it wasn’t for the hands capturing my arms to keep me from doing so. “I am so sorry, I--” I stop in my tracks as I look up into the gorgeous green eyes that belong to the attractive brunette that saved me from landing on the cold pavement. “A-are you okay?” he asks, letting go of me. “I--wait…” He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “You can see me? And you can touch me?” That’s the weirdest question I’d ever gotten. My eyebrows knit together now too, trying to figure out what’s happening and why this boy is so confused about our entire interaction. “Uhm, yeah? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with people?” “No. I mean -- yeah, but I’m not a person, technically,” he replies in a mumble. He cautiously looks up at me again. “I’m a ghost, actually.” I let the words sizzle through my brain until it decides to send me into a fit of laughter. “Right, yeah, it’s Halloween. Ghosts. I get it. Good one,” I say between laughs, patting the boy’s shoulder, which only sends him to more confusion. To be fair, he doesn’t feel like a normal person. His arms don’t feel like they’re made of flesh and blood, but rather something light and airy. He gapes at me with this inquisitive look on his face, which calms down the laughter abruptly. “You’re not really a ghost, are you?” I ask, just to be certain. “I am, actually…” he mutters and jams his hands into the pockets of his black jeans. “Me and my bandmates died in 1995 and this girl, Julie, brought us back as ghosts… She’s the only one who could see us… Until now,” he looks up at me with hope and confusion written all over his face. “But she can’t touch us… Are you sure you’re not dead either?” I snort at his last question. “Kinda wish I was today,” I blurt out. My eyes widen after the words left my mouth. “That sounds way too dark…” I chuckle, and the boy does too, but I think it’s more out of awkwardness than finding it funny. “Are you okay?” he asks. At first, I think about answering it superficially, but there’s this look on his face that makes me want to spill all the beans. He, too, seems lonely and distraught on this Halloween night. “I’m not actually,” I glance down at my feet, finding his feet are clad in the same shoes. I then let my eyes glide from his shoes all the way up to his face. He’s urging me to continue by tilting his head a little, shooting me a questioning glance. “Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday…” I clarify. The boy nods his head understandingly. “That explains the lack of costume,” he says, which makes me glance down at my doodled-on mom jeans and oversized sweater before chuckling. “You don’t do the dressing up either? Or is that not something ghosts do?” I query, pointing at his ensemble. He’s wearing black jeans with a shirt and long-lined jean jacket. “I mean, it’s not like anyone would see,” he jokingly says, which lets a giggle escape from my mouth. His smile widens upon hearing this ridiculous sound coming from me. “Where were you going so determinedly before I smashed into you?” he asks after a few beats of silence. “Oh, I was getting some food from the place on the end of our street. They got pretty decent sushi, and since I’m home alone tonight, I thought, why the heck not treat myself, right?” I curse at myself for sharing this much with a complete stranger, who is a ghost, nonetheless, but the chuckle that reaches my ears comforts me a little. “No parties to go to? Back in my day, Halloween parties were always the best.” I feel the smile on my face fade away at the reminder of the Halloween party I’m not attending tonight. “Yeah, no… I haven’t gone to any Halloween party in two years… Like I said, Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday.” He offers me a sympathetic smile. A silence then falls over us as we stand in the middle of the street, looking at each other, debating what to say. “So… I’m gonna go and get my sushi. Uhm… Sorry for bumping into you,” I apologize and lift a foot to start walking away, but his voice stops me. “Would you mind if I tagged along?” he asks, which renders me surprised. “I don’t eat, so you don’t have to buy me sushi, but I think I could use some company tonight… If you don’t mind, of course.” His eyes are filled with hope, and some sort of desire to hang out with someone other than those bandmates he was talking about. “Uhm, no… Yeah, sure. You can tag along. It might be a nice change from that lonely Halloween I always have,” I chuckle, and he does too. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I say as he turns and falls into step with me. “Luke,” he introduces himself with a smile. “Why don’t you go to Halloween parties, Y/N?” I inhale sharply at this question. I was hoping he wouldn’t ask too much about it. But I guess I can never get out of that question anymore. Halloween is a big holiday around here. “Two years ago, I went to one with my boyfriend. It’s the party where I found out he was cheating on me with the one girl who always had it out for me.” It rolls off my lips with ease. Normally, I’d choke or start bawling my eyes out. But Luke’s aura is so calming and reassuring that I can’t help but feel okay telling the story. “I haven’t been able to go back since, much to my best friend’s dismay.” I roll my eyes amusedly thinking about Ava and her desperate attempts to get me to go each year. “That sucks, I’m sorry,” he says as we enter the sushi place. “You better grab your phone now if you wanna talk to me. People tend to give weird looks at people talking to themselves.” I get my phone from my back pocket and pretend to dial a number before pressing it to my ear, glancing up at Luke with a smile on my face. “Hey, how you doing?” I say into the phone, which makes Luke giggle. “Just know that your ex-boyfriend’s stupid for ever cheating on you,” he tells me before looking down at his feet. “I would never wanna hurt someone as pretty as you.”  I can feel a blush creeping its way onto my cheeks, but decide to conceal it by jokingly saying, “Aw, you think I’m pretty.” He rolls his eyes, an amused smile on his face. “Next!” the guy from the sushi place yells. “Oh, hold on,” I say into my phone before placing it on the counter and facing the employer. “Uhm, the Halloween surprise box, please,” I order politely. The man nods curtly before getting into action. I grab my phone again and press it to my ear to continue talking to Luke while we make our way to a couple of chairs and tables set up for waiting customers. I let my eyes wander around the room. It’s decorated to the max with spiders in spiderwebs, pumpkins, skeletons, ghosts,... The lot. Then, my eyes fall onto Luke. He’s glancing around the place, letting his eyes wander until they find their way back to me. A shimmer appears in them when he finds me already looking at him. “So, you said you were in a band?” I ask, pretending to talk to the person on the other side of the line. “Oh, yeah! Me and three of my best friends were in this band called Sunset Curve. Three of us died on the night we were supposed to play the Orpheum,” he explains, and my eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets upon hearing the name of the venue. “The Orpheum?! You’re kidding, right?” He shakes his head, smirking. “You would’ve been legends.” The words come out in a whisper, hoping it wouldn’t upset him too much. “Yea, we would’ve been,” he sighs, then suddenly perks up again like an excited puppy, “But the girl I told you about, Julie? She can make us visible whenever we play with her! We’re now a band with her called Julie and The Phantoms!” I giggle at his endearing enthusiasm. “We would’ve had a gig at this really cool party in the Bel Air, but Julie got sick and had to cancel.” My eyes widen upon the words ‘party’ and ‘Bel Air’. Charlotte Parks lives in Bel Air. “That would be the party I’m not going to tonight,” I tell him, chuckling. “So, we would’ve met tonight either way.” He adds with a cheeky smile, “Some would say it’s fate.”  I shake my head at him, but can’t help the smile on my face either. I want to add something to debunk his theory, but my name is called out by the sushi guy. I get up and take the box of sushi from him, shooting him a quick thank you before leaving the joint with Luke in tow. “Where do you wanna go?” he asks, bouncing up and down. “Oh, I was planning on watching some movies at home, but if you have a better idea to spend tonight? Anything is better than going to that Halloween party.” He purses his lips in ponder, his eyes darting up to the night sky. “Ooh! There’s this park I like to hang out at sometimes?” I raise my eyebrows at his suggestion, popping a piece of sushi in my mouth. I’m way too hungry to wait until we sit down to eat. “You haunt children’s playgrounds?” I ask after having swallowed the seafood. His eyebrows knit together at this as he narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t haunt children’s playgrounds. I hang out at them,” he corrects me. “You’re a ghost, sweetie. That’s haunting.” “It’s not!” he shouts. “It is so!” I laugh loudly, throwing my head back. “You’re lucky the kids are all trick or treating tonight, so we can go there. Might be a little more secluded for me to talk freely to you without worrying people will think I’m crazy.” He nods his head agreeingly. Once at the park, we take a seat in the grass. I have my legs crossed whilst Luke’s are spread out, his hands supporting the rest of his body behind him. “So, what do you do in life, Y/N? You know, besides avoiding parties,” he asks with a little smile plastered on his face. I look at him for a moment, chewing my sushi. This gives me the time to really look at him. He has really great bone structure. Sharp jawline, chiseled cheekbones, fine nose, deep-set, dreamy eyes. “Eating sushi,” I reply jokingly after I’d swallowed the piece of deliciousness. Luke lets out a laugh too. “I’m still in school, so I’m spending most of my time studying. And I like to think I’m a pretty decent writer.” He stares at me, giving me his undivided attention with the cutest smile plastered on his face. “What do you write?” he asks curiously as I pop another sushi in my mouth. I lift my hand to my mouth, and reply, “Poems,” before continuing to chew quickly. “Kinda like songs, then?” I shrug my shoulders. “They could be, but I don’t play any  instrument, so I haven’t tried,” I reply and place the half-eaten box of sushi to the side, pulling my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. “Do you write your own music?” He nods his head. “I wrote most of the songs in our band and now, I write with Julie for the new band,” he answers. As I’m thinking how much I’d like to hear him and his band play, he cuts those thoughts in two by asking, “Can I see your work?” I open my mouth, then close it. Then open again. I must look like a goldfish breathing. “I’ve never really shown anyone my work…” I trail off, debating whether or not I should show him. “Besides, my notebook is at home.” Luke suddenly gets up from the grass and reaches out his hand for me to take. I hesitate. Am  I really going to take a complete stranger, a ghost, to my house to show my poetry, only to find out he hates it because it’s nothing like his songwriting? The answer is yes. I place my hand in his and let him pull me to my feet. Without letting go of my hand, he grabs the box of sushi and then guides me out of the park and lets me lead us towards my house. “Wait here,” I tell him as we’re in the foyer. He simply jams his hands into his pockets and nods his head curtly. I run up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and then go to grab my notebook from my room, quickly storming back downstairs where Luke’s still waiting. I make my way to the living room and sit down on the couch. The boy cautiously trails behind me, and only comes to sit down after I pat the spot beside me. “It’s not that great, but… You know, it’s fun to do and a great outlet for anything I may be feeling.” I hand him the notebook and let him flip through all the pages. He stops on a few, reading it a little more thoroughly. It’s building some suspense in me. What if he doesn’t even like them? What if he, a songwriter, hates them? “Ah! This one!” he exclaims, and suddenly, with a whoosh, there’s an acoustic guitar on his lap. “One of the perks of being a musician spirit,” he tells me with a grin before strumming the instrument a little. He abruptly stops, looks at the page in my notebook again, and then softly tickles the strings. A beautiful melody pours out of the instrument before his melodic voice joins in too with the words I wrote. “I saw your face in the fire again I touched the flames and burned down everything I hear the sirens west of 8th now” He looks at me with a questioning glance as if asking for encouragement of some sorts. I offer him a smile, unsure of anything else I could be doing right now. His voice has rendered me silent. I think I could listen to him sing for hours.  “Wonder if you're hearin' them too And I know you don't belong  Know you don't belong to anyone” He focuses on the instrument again, making sure he’s still playing the right chords.  “No you can't be tamed love Maybe I was wrong  Maybe I was wrong for this But you feel like the perfect escape now Just like the sun on my face” His voice grows a little stronger, almost sounding raspier and more like a growl as he looks up again. I always thought it���d be cliché to melt when an attractive boy sings to me, but it’s actually happening to me right now.  “So can we close the space between us now It's the distance we don't need  Yeah, you're everything I love about The things I hate in me  So come on, come on, come over now and Fix me with your grace 'Cause I'm not too far and you're my favorite place” “You sing this last part,” he tells me, pushing the notebook towards me before going back to playing his guitar.  “I can’t sing, Luke,” I tell him, slightly panicking.  “Sure you can. I’ll sing along, don’t worry,” he offers me a reassuring smile before putting more power behind his strumming while also leaning closer toward me to read the words.  “So come on, come on, come over now and Fix me with your grace 'Cause I'm not too far and you're my favorite place” He now quits playing, placing his hands flat on the strings, and for a while we just stare at each other in disbelief. Disbelief about the song we just made together. Disbelief about how beautiful a voice he has. Disbelief about how attractive he is.  I cough, breaking the eye contact, “That’s a great song, Luke… You can have it if you want,” I offer with a smile to try and hide the blush from heating up my cheeks.  “No, Y/N, I couldn’t. That’s yours. Those are your words. Your words made this a great song.”  “They’re just words without a melody,” I mutter, folding the edges of the paper nervously.  “A song is quite boring without words though, isn’t it?”  For some reason, I’m starting to think all of this could be a metaphor for us. Him being the melody and me being the words. I would be a plain and simple poem without him, and his life -- though I doubt it -- would be boring without me.  “It would still be a song though,” I add, looking up at him again. One corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk, which makes me think he caught onto that metaphor I was thinking about. He suddenly grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. Before I can even register what’s happening, the front door suddenly opens, revealing a distraught-looking Ava. I let go of Luke’s hand and get up to help my best friend.  “What’s wrong?” I ask her as she stumbles inside. I grab her just in time before she can hurt herself. She looks up at me, her makeup run out all the way to her chin and blood trickling down her nose, though I’m not sure if it’s real blood or part of her cat costume.  “I punched Brent in the face and Charlotte punched me back,” she get out through sobs and hiccups. My eyes dart over to Luke, who’s watching this from the sofa. I almost forgot she can’t even see him. He offers me a small smile.  “Why?” I ask and guide her to the couch. She nearly sits down on top of Luke, but I’m quick enough to guide her next to him while he vanishes. He pops back behind the couch, looking down at the drunk girl lying down on the sofa.  “Because he was boasting about how he even managed to wrap the prude around his finger two years ago and got her to anything he wanted,” I swallow, remember those times people called me a prude because I covered up unlike girls like Charlotte who wore short skirts and plunging necklines. “I really don’t get what you saw in him, Y/N,” she mumbles while cuddling up to the pillow and letting her eyes flutter shut. “I hope you find someone that looks at you like I look at pizza.” I giggle at her drunken words before looking up at Luke to find him already looking at me. Kind of the same way Ava looks at pizza. A smile then finds its way to my face. Maybe Halloween isn’t as bad as I always thought it was. 

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[palettepainter]

I’ve got post vaccine (moderna gang) shivers so I need to express fluff headcanons to spread good vibes

When Ecto was planning to propose, he had to keep it so hush hush because Higari can easily find things out. He didn’t tell anyone but higaris mother and his own parents. He was very happy that Higari was actually surprised with the proposal. Higari wears the rings on a necklace- his quirk doesn’t exactly make wedding rings easy to find.

As much as Higari prefers being a support hero, search and rescue jobs that go smoothly it’s very rewarding. He often checks up on those he’s managed to rescue, keeps in touch with some too. There’s this lovely older woman who he rescued from a crumbling retirement home who sends him baked goods every holiday. He visits her every month for tea.

When Ecto is sick, Higari cares for him easily. Even when Ecto acts like he isn’t sick. He’ll make him soup, make sure he’s resting, cold compress on his forehead. As stubborn as he is, ecto appreciates it.

Higaris favorite memory with his dad is digging around in the yard with him. Since they had the same quirks, it worked out. He showed him how to carve tunnels without the ground crumbling, or just played around in the dirt. There’s a picture of Higari when he was three, covered in dirt with his head peaking out of a hole. His dad was grinning, sitting near by like he was cheering him on. Sometimes, especially on days where thinking about his dad is hard, he’ll tell Ecto stories.

As someone who also got shivers after getting a vaccine I know the feeling, how you’re doing well!

Ecto proposing, Yes! I love the idea of Ecto proposing to Higari, and his rugged flirting smirking self just crumbles in the face of Ecto holding a ring to him. Ecto’s eyes are so full of love and he has such a soft grin on his face that Higari can’t help but tearing up, he tries to think of something flirty to say back, but he just can’t. He’s overwhelmed - probably ended up tackling Ecto in a hug with a big kiss, which threw Ecto off guard, thinking at first maybe he’d overwhelmed Higari when he started crying.

Higari wearing is around his neck, also yes. Higari’s wedding ring is the only thing that he will spend careful hours cleaning and polishing at the end of each day to make sure it stays in good condition, wears is around UA proudly - though I imagine for interviews outside of UA or when he’s called out for hero work he leaves it at home in a special box on his dresser or safely tucks it away in a drawer in the design studio, as much as he loves wearing the rink around his neck he dreads the thought of loosing it in a rescue, or having some nosy reports pester him for answers if they catch sight of it. 

With Higari’s gear I’m a firm believer he’d be a great rescue hero in say like natural disasters or if a building collapsed. With his giant robotic suit and his know how on construction he could easily map a safe route to evacuate citizens from an unstable building, or quickly find a way to clean up after a land slide. Need to move a giant tree? No problem he’ll move it no prob. Citizen can’t move because they’re leg hurts? He can carry em out to safety. Kids they rescued are bored while they’re waiting for parents to pick them up? Higari tolerates them clambering about on his hero suit like it’s a jungle gym

Anything with Higari caring for Ecto or vise versa is so wholesome! In my NGAU I imagine Higari prolly knows all the tricks to help when someone is sick, he grew up in a big house with tones of little siblings, as kids they got sick a lot with how often they played in the garden and mud, they’ve all got very strong immune systems so it’s rare Higari or his siblings get sick - but Higari still knows all the tricks to help nursing someone back to health. He remembers to give Ecto some medicine, make him some soup, hot water bottle if he’d cold, flannel if he’s too hot and plenty of liquids. A teenie tiny part of Ecto might even enjoy all the attention, appreciating Higari’s concern. Too bad Higari is too stubborn to actually treat himself when he’s sick, with how little he gets sick he doesn’t take it all that seriously - thankfully Ecto is a patient man with many clones, so is willing to drag Higari back to bed if needed XD

And the last one with his dad...

Anon: Are you trying to make me cry-

In my NGAU Powerloader’s dad was all over him, spoiled Higari so so much. Spent many lazy afternoons slacking off work when the missus wasn’t looking to play around with Higari (bragged for like a week straight that he got his quirk, proud dad moment). Higari’s mother came out into the garden to see how the boys where doing, she finds her husband and toddler son covered head to toe in dirt and mud. She gets angry at them, insisting the two need a bath if they want to have dinner. Toddler Higari hated baths from the day he was born apparently, and it’s only until dear old papa gives him a bath is he willing to get clean. His dad puts bubbles in Higari’s hair, and Higari splashes bubbles onto his dads beard, who then makes a silly face to make Higari laugh. Too bad only one hour after tea the two got dirty again-

The first time Higari used his quirk was when he was outside with his dad. His dad was working on fixing up the shed, Higari sitting in a small play pen outside with some toys while his dad stood close by, able to work while also keeping an eye on Higari. Higari, bored of playing with his building blocks, begins to drag his little hands at the ground, and before he knows it he’s tunneling his way to freedome beyond the bounds of his baby playpen. This kind of scneario probably ensued:

Kaigo (PL’s dad): Phew *picks up tool box and turns around* Alright sweetpea, time to go back insi- *freezes when he sees the playpen is empty, and no baby in sight* W-WHAT?! *drops tool box, and rapidly looks around* Uh- H-Higari?! Sweetpea?! Where’d you go?? Come to dad, this isn’t funny! *rushes around a bit*

Higari: *tunnles his way up to the surface in his mothers flowerbed, a small pile of dirt with a flower sticking out the top sitting on his head*

Kaigo: *searching in the bushes* H-Higari?! Higari! Where are you?! *mumbles* Shit I took my eyes off him for two minutes! Where the hell could he-

Higari: BAPA!

Kaigo: *jumps and whirls around*..*heaves and sigh and rushes over* Oh thank god! *scoops him into his arms for a hug* You stupid lil’ ankle biter! Don’t you ever do that again! *holds him out at arms length* How in the world did you even get out??

Higari: *sneezes from the dirt, making the flower fall off his head*

Kaigo:..Wait. Did..D-Did you, DIG your way out?!

Higari: *incoherent baby noises*

Kaigo;...Ooooh you are in SO much trouble young man, you know how many years off my life you just took? Huh?...*scowls as Higari giggles* Oh so you think this is FUNNY?-

Higari: *grabs his nose* BA!

Kaigo:............*sighs* You’re damn lucky you’re cute, you know that?...Uh, how about we DON’T tell your Ma about this, okay?

Ever since then his dad had to watch him like a hawk, one minute Higari was sitting playing with his toys, the next he was trying to dig his way to the other side of the world. When he was old enough his dad did give him some lessons in how to dig safely so the ground wouldn’t become unstable. I imagine Higari may have madea  few tunnels as a kid that where too close to the surface, and his very unsuspecting mum and dad would just sink into the ground collapsing an old tunnel Higari made. And Higari having pictures?? YES. His mum probably has a whole stash of pictures of Higari as a baby playing outside with his dad and her. Including the embarrassing photos, the kind of photos Higari would never want Ecto to see, but his mum showed him anyway. 

Now I wanna write angst with Powerloader and his dad aaaaa-

[bard-llama]

I apologize for using "being needlessly mean to people (specifically, you) on the internet" as a means of venting, but I'm still gonna do it anyway

Fuck it fam, I’ll jump off anon since you called me out on it. At least now I can write a proper response since I’m not trying to cram my wording into an ask’s character limit. Maybe now I can focus more on my actual points instead of spending 75% of the space reaching my post-ly Asshole Quota™

Also, there’s a TL;DR one paragraph from the bottom, in case you’d like to be Spared My Bullshit™ without skipping it entirely.

Anyways, responses to numbers:

1: Who chose it then lol, given that this exchange stemmed from a post about chosen names. You say you’ve “professionally been Llama for over a decade”, so it obviously isn’t your birth name. And if you say “X person suggested it to me”, then -you chose- to use that suggestion.

2: Fine, let me be more clear: “Obligation to respect someone’s name” only goes as far as recognizing it as their name. I’ll gladly call you Llama if that’s what you say your name is, but I’ll still say Llama was a hella dumb name choice given that the animal the word refers to is most well known for having ugly teeth & spitting on people. (And you can’t even say ‘akshually, there’s another, better-as-a-name meaning of the word and that’s how I chose it’, given your profile pic). Criticism, however harsh or mean-spirited, isn’t disrespect. You wouldn’t say “you can’t call out right-wing Christians on their homophobia because that’d disrespect their religious beliefs!”, y'know?

Also lol, as someone whose own non-English name constantly gets mispronounced by rightey-whitey Americans, I can tell you that I actually take language & culture of origin into account for this stuff. Like as an example, “Daiben” would both be easy to pronounce and not read as “silly-sounding” to an English-only speaker, but it’d be a -fuckawful- name for a Japanese person given that it literally means “shit” in that language. In turn, I’m sure there’s some language out there where “Poopoo” translates to “full of energy” or something similarly nice, meaning even though it’d sound ridiculous at first to someone who only speaks English, it’d be a perfectly fine name for someone who grew up in that language’s culture.

I only make fun of people who pick existing words whose meanings make for utterly terrible names for a person, or people like Elon Musk who name themselves/their kid a literal keysmash. People who make fun of “foreign-sounding” names just cuz said names sound silly to them are assholes in the “irredeemably bad” way, not the “tough love” way.

3: So I guess by your view, it’s inherently wrong to call Nazis absolute pieces of filth who’d be better off dead if they can’t be re-educated, because in doing so we’d be being an asshole to said diehard Nazis?

Also lol, I -absolutely- have a right to decide what being an idiot means to me. I’m allowed to have opinions, lol. And while I may not be -obligated- to try to stop what I perceive as idiocy, it’s certainly within my personal autonomy to decide to try anyway for whatever underlying reason I want.

And yeah, my whole point was that just because they aren’t openly being a dick to you about it doesn’t mean they don’t privately think it’s a dumb name lol. Unlike those potentially-dishonest people, if I think someone is doing something dumb I’m not gonna hold back saying so just for the sake of their feefees.

TL:DR Obligated respect only goes as far as recognition, criticism isn’t disrespect even if said criticism is snide/assholey/etc. I can recognize & respect that your name is Llama while still saying “but seriously dude that was a -terrible- choice”. Also, remember that on this site we’ve pretty much collectively agreed that rather than respond to their calls of “calmly debate me!”, it’s better to insult & punch & generally be assholes to Nazis to get them to stop their bullshit. You’d be foolish to try to label that as “inherently wrong” action to take.

Also PS: As for the “Why this”, it’s because very nearly all of my time is “free time” nowadays, so I no longer have any sense of task priority. Something grabbing my attention enough to inspire my own response (such as the initial post chain on this topic) is liable to cause me to remain engaged with it longer than most folks would, simply because I literally have nothing better to do. Granted, there’s a lot of fucked up shit underpinning how I got to that point, but I’m not gonna send you a TMI wall-of-text explaining the psychology & trauma that goes into someone becoming my sort of internet troll, at least not unless you go “no fam actually I’m -really- curious as to how someone gets that fucked in the head.”

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Wow, this is a ride, buddy. You’re a self-admitted asshole, so I don’t imagine that my response will do much but WOW.

1) Not that it’s any of your business, but the name Llama was given to me. 

2) You literally admit that you make fun of people for their name. What the fuck is wrong with you??? You’re a fucking bully and you sound proud of it. 

“Criticism, however harsh or mean-spirited, isn’t disrespect.” Yes it is???? First off, there’s no criticism here. Criticism is intended to help someone improve, especially in skills. My fucking name isn’t something you can criticize. What you’re doing is just straight up being a dick and yeah, extremely disrespectful. 

“Also lol, as someone whose own non-English name constantly gets mispronounced by rightey-whitey Americans, I can tell you that I actually take language & culture of origin into account for this stuff.” So what you’re saying is you’ll respect people whose names you view as “valid”, but no one else. Which boils down to the same thing - you’re a fucking dick. You don’t get to decide whose name is valid and whose isn’t. You don’t get to decide that a name is only “good” when it comes from one language vs another. It’s literally not your fucking business where people’s names come from??? 

What’s funny to me is that people have no problem using “silly nicknames” on the internet, but as soon as it’s applied to reality, suddenly it’s untenable? Guess what? Some people actually go outside and experience reality and when it comes down to it? They don’t fucking care how “silly” your name is, they’ll just use it because it’s your fucking name.

Like, I really don’t know how to emphasize this more: making fun of someone’s name FOR ANY REASON makes you a bully and an asshole. Period.

“People who make fun of “foreign-sounding” names just cuz said names sound silly to them are assholes in the “irredeemably bad” way, not the “tough love” way.” There is no difference here. Literally, both categories of asshole are bullies and are out of line. Additionally, I don’t fucking know you and you have no right to apply your ‘tough love’ bullying.

3) “So I guess by your view, it’s inherently wrong to call Nazis absolute pieces of filth who’d be better off dead if they can’t be re-educated, because in doing so we’d be being an asshole to said diehard Nazis?” Where the fuck did you even get this take from?? What I said is that everyone deserves to have their name respected. Period. How you bring that to nazis says more about YOUR views than mine. But for the record: deciding that some people “deserve” to have their names made fun of makes you no better. One hopes that you aren’t advocating for the elimination of marginalized groups, but frankly, your views are the first step towards that. When you decide that there is a group for whom it’s “acceptable” to bully and make fun of, you are taking a first step towards what is called eugenics when it’s systemic. Fortunately, I imagine you have no power to make things systemic, considering you get your jollies harassing people on the internet.

“And while I may not be -obligated- to try to stop what I perceive as idiocy, it’s certainly within my personal autonomy to decide to try anyway for whatever underlying reason I want.” No??? Like, what the fuck??? You perceive my name as idiocy and therefore try to... what? Make me ashamed of it? Make me hate myself? Exactly what gives you the fucking right? You have a right to personal autonomy, sure. That also means that you have to face the consequences for that autonomy. And here are the consequences for this: you bullying people over their names makes you a fucking jackass. It doesn’t matter where the line you say is “acceptable” for a name is - you’ve arbitrarily decided that YOUR autonomy is more important than theirs.

“Unlike those potentially-dishonest people, if I think someone is doing something dumb I’m not gonna hold back saying so just for the sake of their feefees.” Once again, this is called being a dick. Period. First off, you have no idea what the people in my life think about my name. Secondly, there’s this little thing called courtesy wherein you aren’t a fucking asshole to people. Sounds basic, I know, but apparently this is beyond you.

Literally, what someone calls themselves isn’t your fucking business. Your obligation is to use someone’s name as they present it and THAT’S IT! You don’t follow it up with “hey, by the way, your name is stupid”. Why the fuck would you do that? It’s not about “feefees” it’s about being a respectable member of a community. Because guess what? When all you do is insult other people, you find yourself ostracized from the community and on your own when you need help.

But what would I know? I’m just a “stupid” Llama.

Also? Get a fucking life. It takes 0 effort to just keep scrolling rather than reach out an insulting people for no fucking reason. I never asked for your opinion and frankly, I don’t care what you think. 

tl;dr: You’re an admitted asshole who bullies people who you decide do not deserve respect based purely on their name. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Existing in society, in a community, means having basic respect and care for others - and means NOT bullying people over shit. Like, literally, just keep your thoughts to yourself??? It’s not that fucking hard???

[msbluebell]

In the bodyguard au, what would happen after the time skip and how would they get together

You know what? I think Dimitri would actually have ended up worse off in the Bodyguard AU.

Imagine, for a moment, dear Anon, what it must have been like. You’ve lost your family far too young, were the only survivor of a downright slaughter. Then your Uncle sends away a dear friend and someone you had a crush on, plus all their dad that you’ve grown fond of, because he doesn’t trust mercenaries. Then your most loyal remaining knight, who taught you combat, leaves you and his family behind out of guilt. Then your uncle isolates you further by confining you to the castle so you don’t really get to visit your friends much, and have to wait months at time for them to travel to see you. You’re alone, with no one you can really trust but this friend you’ve saved along the way, but everyone hates him, and he’s slowly trying to distance himself as a loyal vassal rather than a friend.

Then you’re sent to suppress a rebellion, where your inner darkness you’ve developed from that horrific loss leaks out, and you lose yourself in it, and also lose yet another friend, who hates you now and calls you a boar.

You got through four years of that, but also with the voices of the dead haunting you and demanding justice, because they can’t rest without revenge. 

Imagine four years of this.

And then, suddenly, you’re reunited with a friend you lost long ago. A friend you were with every day for two years, that you learnt to depend on. And, isn’t it funny? You can still depend on them, apparently, because they help save you and your ally and your step-sister from a bandit attack. And it’s great, it’s fantastic, you’re genuinely happy to see them again!

And then they’re your teacher, and isn’t that funny? Because you used to love teaching them the things you learned in your lessons. And all your friends are finally with you, and they’re reunited with that lost friend too, and everything is great. 

You’re making friends again, growing wonderful, happy, memories. Suddenly you go from being unbearably lonely to surrounded by people you care about and you’re pretty certain care about you. And, yes, not all of them are willing to call you friend, but it still feels...warm.

And then, your long lost friend starts showing a little bit more emotion than you remember. And every day they show a little bit more, like the ability to feel is leaking into their heart for the first time, and they’re experimenting the wonderful width of emotion.

And then, after years, you finally achieve a half forgotten childhood dream. You see them smile.

And, slowly, the crush you’ve moved on from is being reborn, blooming in your heart like a wilted flower finally meeting sunlight again. And the more time you spend with them, the more that flower blooms, bigger and brighter and more colorful than ever. And even if it can’t be, because they’re your teacher and you’re their student and you’re a prince and you’ll leave again, you...hope...it’s hard not to hope with them.

Yes, this feels like hope.

That’s Dimitri’s experience during White Clouds.

Then he loses it all.

The dead never did quite rest for Dimitri, did they? And then he started finding more and more clues about what happened at Duscur, and then tragedy keeps happening, and then...Edelgard.

Dimitri really does lose a lot during the attack, doesn’t he?

He wasn’t doing so well long before Edelgard’s war, but there was hope, room for recovery. Even after Edelgard’s reveal, I think there could have been something we could’ve done to prevent what happened to him. He was on the edge, he was breaking, and he needed serious help.

Then Edelgard attacked Garreg Mach and it all went to hell.

Byleth is the obvious choice. But he lost more than just her. He lost the place where he was happiest. He lost friends, contacted, safety. He lost pretty much everything. Then his uncle was murdered, and he was blamed, and Dedue was lost, and he was alone for five years with nothing but ghost and soldiers and bandits.

But this is his second time losing Byleth.

I wonder how long he kept hoping someone would find him? Or he would find someone? Ashe, Mercedes, Felix, Byleth. Anyone. Or maybe it was too late before the five years of isolation even began. He was looking pretty rough, after all.

Either way, he’s not doing well. By the time he meets Byleth again, in a tower where he’d promised to meet all those lost friends again, where he’d almost made a love confession to someone so important that when they were gone they took the very sunlight of the world with them, he sees them again.

It’s hard to say with certainty how Dimitri would react. He was very, very, low during his Feral stage in canon, and it’s hard to even imagine what would happen if he’d gone worse. I’ve stated before that caring too much was the poison that destroyed him, but that hasn’t changed at all.

Maybe nothing changes. Or maybe he’s a bit more guarded, having lost Byleth twice already and just waiting to lose them again. Or maybe he’s more protective, in his manic way, not letting a single blade be pointed their way by the bandits.

All I can say for sure is that something definitely changes.

Getting together probably changes too. Maybe. Dimitri would be in his Atoned stage then, so it’s hard to say how it would play out. Heck, Dimitri probably doesn’t even feel worthy of such love. He knows, objectively, that’s a toxic idea his head forms, but it’s hard to say if he’d overcome it.

Still, someone initiates. 

Maybe it’s Byleth, who tilts their head and listens to Dimitri recall fond memories they may very well have forgotten. Small gifts of flowers, sharing stories, walking markets, the coin purse on their hip (”I wanted to give you a dagger, but Sylvain would never have let me live it down if I did that to another girl.”). There was nothing simple about falling in love with Dimitri over five years that feel like just one, but the fond smile he wears as he recalls moments from years gone by is simple and warm the way a good cup of tea is simple and warm, filling the body with comfort and pleasant heat.

Or maybe it really is Dimitri, who tells the moments that made him love Byleth easily. Maybe it emboldens him a bit, maybe just holding Byleth’s hand and knowing they’re there, real, is enough.

Somewhere along the way, they just fall in love.

[kpopaeipathy]

Our Christmas Party (Seokjin Oneshot)

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff / Slight Angst

Prompt: This is always the worst part of the year for me, except now I’ll spend the holidays with you.

Summary: You hate the Christmas season, you don’t have anyone to celebrate with and you’re away from home, without knowing anyone, in a new city. You feel alone until you hear someone knock on your door, and face your gorgeous neighbor calling you to a party, where… strange as it may seem, he is the only guest… and you don’t think it’s strange at all…

Word Count: 1,121

Warning: Mention of depression.

Requested by anon.

The snow rested on the windowsill as if it were a thin feather cushion, soft and warm. The sidewalks and gardens were covered with a thick blanket of white, marked by footprints left by the brave passersby who dared to leave the house in that cold, while the streets were clean because of the passage of the snow cart earlier.

Looking outside was like glimpsing a masterpiece. The neutral color contrasted with the flashing Christmas lights on each of the houses you could see from your window. The snowmen looked like vigilantes at night, as if the Christmas spirit deposited in those creations could protect those who admired them.

There was a time when you used to be one of the people with no fear of the cold, running over the white cover as if it couldn’t swallow you when you least expected it, and still played with it in all the fun snowball wars. However, just as the snow could erase the footprints left over it, that time had also been erased of your mind. Now, every time winter and the holidays came, you felt as if a part of you was torn from your chest. That was why you refused any invitation to the Christmas parties at your work, your friends’ and neighbors’. Of course, now that you had moved to a new city, that would no longer be a problem, since you didn’t know anyone there very well.

Or at least that’s what you were thinking as you looked out the window.

It was the doorbell that brought you out of your reverie, forcing you to leave your cozy hideaway by the fireplace to walk to the door. Still with a cup of hot chocolate on your bare hands - it felt good to feel the heat in the porcelain warm your icy fingers - you walked slowly, thinking of all the people who might be knocking at your door.

It was a big surprise when you came face to face with your new neighbor instead of the Christmas carol that looked more likely. You had even put a hand in the back pocket of your dark jeans to see if you had a coin to give to the cheerful singers who had nothing to do with the depressive state you enter every year.

Kim Seokjin was a vision as unexpected as it was beautiful. His short black hair framed his long face. The brown almond-shaped round eyes always showed gentleness and fun. The thick neck went straight down to the broad shoulders and chest. His muscles were hidden beneath his pastel cloak, but you’d seen him working out through the window so you knew he was in great shape.

Perhaps the feeling of being hypnotized whenever you saw those eyes that seemed to look into your soul, or those perfectly drawn full lips, was responsible for the positive response you gave when he invited you to a Christmas party at his house. You had no way of knowing that, though, since not even the pain you felt of having done something you had promised never to do again while you put on your own coat prevented you from following him to the house next to yours.

It had been two months since you’d moved in and what you knew of Kim Seokjin was that he was a dazzling sight, a friendly and funny guy and that he lived as alone as you - if you disregarded the two sugar gliders he had at home. Even so, it was hard to imagine that he had no friends and family with whom he could share an important and festive date like that. So you tried to prepare yourself for the multitude of people that would receive you when you crossed the threshold.

“Oh…” You couldn’t disguise the astonishment as you looked into the beautifully decorated room in the green and red colors and the dining table full of food that smelled as good as it looked.

“Is there a problem?” Seokjin asked, turning to you as he heard your exclamation. He had a funny smile on his lips as if he was amused by your reaction.

But you didn’t find anything funny what you had just discovered.

“You’re alone,” you remarked, still staring in amazement at the empty room filled with a holiday spirit you hadn’t felt for a long time.

Seokjin shrugged, still smiling. “I guess I forgot to send the invitations this year.”

The simple and humorous response made you laugh for the first time that day. There was no denying that Seokjin didn’t look like the kind of person who would make that kind of mistake, but the way he said it as if it didn’t really matter, made you feel safer.

Seokjin suddenly frowned and asked, “Is it okay if we’re alone? I did so much food for dinner that I didn’t want to waste it.”

It was weird, you had to admit. But as incredible as it was, you didn’t think it strange that he invited you to a private Christmas party for you, but that he had cooked all the food that looked quite appetizing.

“Did you cook all that?” The question escaped your lips before you could think of holding it.

Seokjin laughed, a laugh so contagious that you smiled back at him.

“What’s so funny?” You wanted to know.

Again, he shrugged, “You,” he simply replied. “You’re more astounded that I cooked it all than that we’re alone. It’s funny how you’re not afraid of me.”

“Why would I be afraid of you?” You asked with wide eyes, even more shocked at his suggestion.

“I could be a cannibal neighbor who lured you into an ambush this Christmas night, just to cook you along with the turkey.” The way he said it seriously, but with an amused glint in his eyes and a hint of a grin in his face, made you shrug too, as you walked over to the dining table.

“As the turkey is already roasted, I don’t see why I would fear that,” you replied, also hiding a smile.

Again, he laughed at your response and walked over to your side. “In that case, welcome to our Christmas party.”

Looking at the smile on his handsome face, you let yourself be carried away by that sweetness and felt an expectation that you hadn’t felt for a long time. It was so good to be in his company that you just forgot all the fears and afflictions that got you down that time of year and ended up having the best Christmas night of your life, all thanks to Kim Seokjin. You just hoped you could repeat that incredible night next year.

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So... Abby responds to her family's intervention by obediently telling them she'll stop (ie. lying to them). She then immediately tries to find ways to keep the blog in secret, hiding behind various usernames, lurking on her coven's blogs, more time deleting posts from both blogs we know about. Meaning, instead of getting help, she spends even MORE time online engaging in more batshit crazy crap to cover her ass. Yeah, sure, that doesn't signal dire need for mental health intervention AT ALL.

It looks like that is what is happening.  We will have to see what the future holds. What does Abby do? 

So far the fandom is flailing. Cassie got a couple of anons- one that reads like those anons Abby used to send herself as it covers all the issues they are most upset about so perfectly well (My comments in parenthesis and italicized:: 

Anonymous asked: Even if I am unsure about CC itself, I don't buy M*arr*n. I just don't. And the other side is using doxing and the fact that you and others say things they don't like about M as an excuse to do so and as a way to detract from the fact that their couple goals have some pretty big, glaring plot holes in their love story. I've not seen anyone on this side of the fandom out or dox anyone publicly as a way of humiliation. M gave up her privacy by dating D, but Abby didn't and they were wrong. Period. 

cassie1022 answered: Nonnie, I swear every time they diagnose us as mentally ill or say we’re bitter hags, an LGBTQ angel gets his or her wings. We all know my beliefs, but there are MANY people that are like you and don’t know for sure about CC but sure as hell know Miarren isn’t a normal, healthy relationship. (Funny thing, I don’t remember anyone diagnosing Cassie as mentally ill. Cassie is alwasy the wallflower that nobody wants to dance with and she tries so hard to be part of the fun people. Last week she was sad because I hadn’t sent her a “hate” message (See comment in last post below) 

Even if I remove D from the situation, I would still think M is a lazy, spoiled toddler with no discernable work ethic coupled with a superiority complex that rivals the Cheeto in Command of the US.

You are absolutely correct. Our fandom just wants to be left alone. We don’t send hateful asks to the other side. We don’t have to. They feel they have the right to dox CCers because they don’t like what we say about M, a woman that would light a cigarette from the flames engulfing them and not call 911 to help them. I mean, honestly, it doesn’t get much lower than mocking someone’s death. Plus, as you correctly said, M put herself in the spotlight “dating” D. If she didn’t want that attention, she would have stayed in the background. There are plenty of celebrities married to non famous people and we don’t see them at every event like we do M. (It is BAFFLING to me that they can’t comprhend something as simple and obvious as the reasaon they “see Mia everywhere” is because they fucking stalk her and they hyperanalzye every photo Darren is in looking for her. If they started stalking Ben Feldman they would see his wife just as much as they see Mia).    

Bottom line is what they did to Abby was deplorable, but, just like their kween, they feel justified in doing whatever they want. This isn’t the first time they’ve crossed a line with regards to my friend, but it was the worst.

notes-from-nowhere Anon, they love to throw the guilt of their actions on our shoulders, it’s how they justify what they do to themselves. They need us to be the bad guys otherwise what is the only option left? (I never know what the hell Notes is trying to say- throw the guilt of our actions on their shoulders? I’d love an example of that. I can’t imagine what guilty action I put on their shoulder. As for needing them to be the bad guys or what do we have left? OMFG are you kidding me? We critcize the cc fandom for being misogynistic, homophobic, bullies who attack  Mia, Darren, Ricky and their own Nonnies. They have viscioulsy attacked people in their own fandom who dared to question them. But the biggest reason we push back is because THEY LIE. All the damn time. So what do we have left? Being on the right side, being correct, not lying, not needing to lie, and the joy of watching Darren live his best life)   

Leka got a couple of asks but her answers were weak, confusing and pointless. It’s clear she isn’t ready to take over as their leader. She repeated Abby’s main talking points, tried to use big words to sound smarter and basically ended up not making a lot of sense:

Anonymous asked: I could be wrong, and I hope I am, but I think the character on the HW poster holding the girl is D's character, it would fit if you look at the other guys on the poster, maybe this is already the first hint to show D's character is not gay and so technically not breaking the no more queer roles rule his team set for him. It won't make it any better because it's still a career on the bag of LGBTQ+ people with it's teams but it's technically not a broken rule. I just really need for things to change, I want them to so bad, it kills me seeing someone so kind in a situation like that, and I truly believe D is one of the kindest people in that horrible town. He deserves better than M, I wouldn’t even mind if he goes onto another beard but she and RR just need to go. I really think it’s crazy people still think everything HW is real and PR relationships don’t exist, I wished that place was just better and had a moral compass, people deserve more it kind of shows just how jaded this situation has made me, I can’t even enjoy amazing promo material without directly twisting it into something negative, I don’t want to be this way and if I feel like this I can’t even imagine how D must feel. He is stronger than I’ll ever be living through hell every day, even if he’s not ok he’s still here and holding on, I don’t know if I could in his position. Sorry for the long message and the unneeded negativity, I guess I just had to vent a little

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Leka answered: So let’s look at the way HW is described:

“Each character offers a unique glimpse behind the gilded curtain of Hollywood’s Golden Age, spotlighting the unfair systems and biases across race, gender and sexuality that continue to this day. Provocative and incisive, HOLLYWOOD exposes and examines decades-old power dynamics, and what the entertainment landscape might look like if they had been dismantled.”

I do consider this the very intriguing thing about the news. (And it just goes to show that believing everything you’re sold is being utterly and completely ignorant.) Let’s say you’re right because ofc it’s possible. How does R/aymond fit in here? Given the excessive way team shit has pushed that article, a technicality won’t be good enough. There has to be a better plan. This doesn’t match what’s been said in his name.

What I think is this doesn’t necessarily have to mean much. You know very well what you see doesn’t have to be the (full) truth. That doesn’t just apply to the real HW. Especially considering the time period of this show. And let’s not forget the pap pics we got at a gas station. This doesn’t rule out SB as an inspiration. I would advise anyone to read up on him. We don’t know at this point. As we keep saying, the best thing to do is to wait and see. I’m certainly interested in finding out more.

As time goes on, the danger of this situation keeps becoming even clearer to me. D deserves much, much better. He’s incredibly strong, but the most toxic person in his life needs to go and she’s more than welcome to take the jumping jackass with her. That’s definitely the most important thing right now. (I’m curious what the danger of Hollywood is?)

awesome-fanfictionada: @leka-1998I’m just wondering - it must have been D who got himself this job on HW, right? Couldn’t this have been done on purpose to counter that ridiculous statement - which wasn’t even accurate, if the source was that interview where he stated that he wouldn’t want to be a casting director? Could in this case RM be a friend?

leka-1998:  @awesome-fanfictionada Yes, he did that himself. Again. And he said the show’s been sold late in 2018. According to an article that came out later, it happened in February 2019. Not true.

HW has been a thing before that statement was made, which is indeed very different from the answer D himself gave during the interview. That’s what makes the article seem like sabotage by team shit. And standing in RM’s way is never a good idea. So while I will obviously never like him, I’m reserving judgment on his current role until we know more.

Anonymous asked: The underlying issue in general is really that social media has made it so people think they get an accurate glimpse into the lives of celebrities, when in reality social media, like everything else that is publicly released about them, is used as a marketing tool. People are actually more inauthentic than they've ever been because they feel pressure to maintain a certain image for social media at all times. So anyone who decides D is living honestly, it's because they want to believe he is.

Leka: True, nonnie. Just look at the text lines that are becoming more popular again. Not nearly as genuine as people want to believe. In D’s case, what has to be brought up? M. Oh Halloween and her amazing shopping skills praised on SM. The work fam honeymoon pic promoting the place they stayed at. Coa/chella for the H&M ad. Mardi Gras posted shortly after the mockery to promote the designer. I could obviously go on. Most of what we see on SM shows the person the 10 year crew wants him to be. And what looks like a split personality if you compare certain posts. Which brings me back to ‘they want to believe’, as what you’re saying clearly isn’t a secret. Anyone can choose to ignore it but at this point, if that’s the case even though you’re more or less paying attention, it’s really a conscious decision.

Oh btw, there’s a HW IG account now and it already has a D follow. Imagine that. R/oyalties co-stars, anyone?

Flowers didn’t get any asks. Amazing since she has more followers than I do and she bragged about getting more “notes” than me.  She did answer azscc who posted an odd rant that baffles me.  Who the fuck is azscc and who is posting anything about her? I realize I am not the only person in this fandom posting about ccers But I just checked all the blogs that I know of and nobody is talking about her; 

azsc  its so weird how chillarrens call me a bully while i only say something rude towards them if they write bullshit towards me. and its just ironic how chillarrens go around calling people bullies while they are the reason why tons of cc accounts use their accounts private or don’t post their opinions and etc. the real threat to the fandom are people like you. so instead of going around throwing shit on people and calling them “mental, delusional...” get a life. no cc believer goes around hunting for chillarren pics and insult the account owner so why don’t you all grow up and realize no one has to agree with your opinions. every crisscolfer blog/twitter page/insta acc basically stan accs never asked for your opinions on their pages so why don’t you just let it go? no one cares about what you all say or do so why are you forcing it this much?

call me a bully i am pretty much okay with that. its obvious that people are unable to understand basic sarcasm and irony and i am not judging because to actually understand what people say you have to at least have an average IQ level. and if you don’t have it, it’s okay but that doesn’t mean you can twist people’s words and post them all over the internet. but its lowkey really funny that i only had my instagram acc for something like 4/5 months and i received over 300 hate/insult/blackmail/death wish messages and etc. and who are you people to call us bullies? (Nobody is a Chillarren. Darren and Mia are married and Chris and Will are in a long-term relationsihp,  Nobody has to “ship” them in order to believe they are together. In America, we accept that when someone introduces their wife or their boyfriend they are telling the truth. It is customary to address that person as their wife or boyfriend respectively. The crisscolfers on the other hand, must use a fandom ship name because they are shipping two people who are not in a relationship and never were. All evidence indicates Chris and Darren are no long friends; they are nothing more than former co-workers-friendly and polite when they see one another but no longer involved in one another’s lives. Chris and Darren both have denied (more than once) that the were ever in a relationship).  .   

flowersintheattic254 I have never in my whole time here posted an anon to a Miarren account. I have no desire to. I’m confident in my beliefs.

The interesting thing for me is that I’ve been here for about four years now and in that time I’ve seen the head of the fandom disappear, other people disappear because their families have been doxed, established long-term cc blogs with a wealth of history deleted without warning. I myself have had my daughters threatened.  This sort of stuff doesn’t happen anywhere in the fandom but here here. If we are a bunch of delusional crazy middle-aged women then this shouldn’t happen. (Who was doxed? Who dissappered? It’s all “liar liar” with everything ccers say. In the last 4 years Abby has been the only leader of the cc fandom. Michelle left between 4 and 5 years ago because her outrageious cc comments threatened her ability to raise money for her little Klaine-fanfic rip-off movie. I vaguely remember someone asking flowers how her daugther’s would feel if they read what she writes- hardly a threat. If there was something more she never posted any proof. As for blogs being deleted- so was D-Criss News.  It happens. The only cc blog that I know of that disappeared was DisneyPrincessModelWorld’s original blog which had was a hot mess of lies and catfishing. She visciously bullied Mia. Hardly someone to mourn their blog being deleted). 

It’s shocking that an actor may lgbt causes such drama. (HUH?)

Flower’s comment is so disingenuous. While it is technically true -she hasn’t sent me anons, she HAS instead publically ridiculed me and frankly, I can’t see how that is any different? I’d say it’s worse because they wanted their followers to see what they wrote and the only way to ensure that is to post it on their blogs. Flowers and Abby posted many public “Michy” posts.  Here is her most recent: 

flowersintheattic254Oh and I guess Michy sent us all some hate today.

I guess I have way more followers than you and only about 4 that send hate. You haven’t for ages.

I think I have over 70,000 hits currently to my blog. I must be saying something interesting.

He’s been married allegedly for a year and people still doubt. That’s gotta hurt you. Anyway......

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ajw720 Michy told me today today that the outing couldn’t possibly be promo, because JS was only cast in September!  What a moron who clearly doesn’t know how HW works.  Sweetheart, it was ANNOUNCED in September;)

I was waiting for a few more months, but in 4 years, since i have been tracking, i have almost a million! (976,695 to be precise).

It is amazing that so many people care about what us bat shit crazy, irrelevant, psychologically unstable, threatening, hateful tin hats have to say!  And that does not include people reading on their dash or that hit you on the app!  So yep, Michy, clearly what we are saying is being monitored by someone.  And clearing making people think!! But you keep wasting your time writing for your audience of 4:)

cassie102 I feel left out, Michy didn't come at me today. Must hurt like hell knowing you're a joke that perpetuates a bigger joke.

leka-1998 Birds of a fake feather flock together. When the right person says tomorrow’s Christmas, tomorrow’s Christmas. Get ready, everyone.

If I narrow it down to the last six months, about 10,000 btw. Hm strange.

flowersintheattic254 @ajw720 the number of hits you have give me oxygen. If Michy thinks they are haters then she is delusional. People know when they are being sold something fake and they look for answers.

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Long Fic Titles (8 Words+) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: October 14th, 2019

part two

A Game For Those Who Seek To Find A Way To Leave Their World Behind - jilliancares

Summary: In which Dan finds a strange board game and ends up playing it (and releasing its horrors) with his best friend Carrie and arch enemy, Phil.

All These Cities And All These Towns (You’re In My Blood, And It’s All Around) (ao3) - globesandmaps

Summary: In which Dan and Phil successfully embark on a tour, talk about Shakespeare and linguistics, stop by a diner on a rainy afternoon, and remind each other how easy it is to keep falling in love with each other, over and over again; roadtrip!au

But It Takes Someone To Come Around To Show You How (ao3) - Cutaehyung

Summary: Phan Mute Soulmate AU. Dan is born mute into a world where once in everyone's life your soulmate will say the specific words that are tattooed onto your body, and bring you together. These words will save your life in more ways than imaginable. Whilst Dan resigns himself to the fact he will never have a soulmate, fate has different ideas...

Christmas Is A Time To Spend With Loved Ones But A Tweet Will Have To Suffice - secretlywritingstories

Summary: Dan and Phil go home to their respective families for Christmas but they suddenly become very active on Twitter, tweeting about random things. Only Dan and Phil are able to read between the lines within every tweet.

Close Your Eyes and I’ll Kiss You (Tomorrow I’ll Miss You) (ao3) - SimplyUndead

Summary: Summertime was the best time, if you asked either Dan Howell or Phil Lester. It was sunshine, catching waves, and no worries. When their paths cross, however, that all changes, and before either of them notices, summer becomes much more.

Doing Nothing Often Leads To The Very Best Of Something (ao3) - knlalla

Summary: based on this (x) and a lil imagine i wrote (x) and expanded on so thanks to the lovely anon who originally sent “that pic phil posted of dan for his bday i think where dan is making a funny face and theres a nearly empty wine bottle in the background hhhhh that makes my demon heart drop” and to the lovely anon who asked for more!

Even A Vegan With A Cold, Dead Heart Ships It (aka Paul) - ticklishhpickle

Summary: Phil and his sassy Christmas elf boyfriend couldn't be happier they're together, and neither could Santa. Phil's cynical roommate, Paul needs a little more time to warm up to Dan however.

Here By My Side, A New Colour To Paint The World (ao3) - Cadensaurus

Summary: So one day, Phil walks in on Dan wearing a dress. And after a very confusing discussion, it comes out that Dan enjoys wearing girl's clothing in private. Phil lets it be known that he'd be fine if Dan wore it around him and slowly, Dan starts opening up and letting Phil into his private world. But what Phil doesn't expect is to start seeing Dan in a whole new way.

Home Is Where We Love (We Keep this Love in a Photograph) - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: A mini snippet into the lives of Dan and Phil Howell-Lester and their children.

If The Sky That We Look Upon (Should Tumble And Fall) (ao3) - blueshirt

Summary: 2015 through Phil's eyes.

I Hate You For Ruining Me, Yet I Love You For Being With Me - danisnotlikingvagina

Summary: A good life, a good job, a good boyfriend. That’s all you need to be happy isn’t it? Only bad things happen to others, not yourself, right? Boyfriends don’t lie to each other. Do they?

Lay My Weary Head Against Your Bones (Where All Our Troubles Will Be Dead And Gone) (ao3) - rainbowroshenpower

Summary: In which Dan and Phil are the closest of friends until Dan gets sick and his parents decide to send him away.

Kissing On The Kitchen Floor, Our Friendship Up Against The Ropes (ao3) - glasseslouis

Summary: it’s 2009, dan still can’t fully comprehend that he’s sat in phil’s bedroom filming pinof, and they decide to indulge themselves.

Pretty Odd (Things Have Changed For Me and That's Okay) (ao3) - Cadensaurus

Summary: Baby!fic in which one day, Phil wakes up with a baby in his bedroom and finds out that apparently he and Dan are the only ones who don't know where this baby came from, as everybody else claims that it's Phil's. What happens next is they then end up raising a baby together, with no less than a few existential crises from both of them along the way, as well as plenty of blunders and mishaps. Oh, and through it all, Phil starts falling for Dan but doesn't dare tell him because he can't risk losing his best friend.

Said It Was Love And Did It For Life (Did It For You) (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: Dan is down on his knees the first time Phil mentions weddings with any seriousness.

So Tell Me When You’re Going To Let Me In - definitelythor

Summary: After Dan’s kicked out of his family home at Christmas, he picks up a hitchhiker on the way to York, and at first he wonders if he’s made a huge mistake. But Phil’s actually kind of perfect, and maybe fate does exist after all.

The Enemy of My Enemy Is Not My Friend and My Enemy Is Actually My Secret Lover (ao3) - darkness_prince_dan

Summary: Vampires and werewolves have been enemies since the dawn of time, that’s common knowledge. But it doesn’t stop Phil, a werewolf, and Dan, a vampire, from falling for each other and becoming Romeo and Juliet of the supernatural world, though hopefully without the tragic ending.

Timid Heart, Hide My Scars (Make Me Stronger) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan has trust issues thanks to his abusive ex-boyfriend. Then, he meets Phil by randomly bumping into him one day. Dan’s worried about Phil finding out about his past. Phil shows Dan that not every man is like Matthew.

Touch My Neck and I’ll Touch Yours, You in Those Little High-Waisted Shorts - analester

Summary: Dan and Phil are hiking in Denver, Colorado, and Phil can’t stop thinking about how hot Dan looks.

(When You Gonna Realise) It Was Just That The Time Was Wrong (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: Phil works in a coffee shop. Or at an animal sanctuary. Or at a university. Maybe he's a Youtuber. Maybe he runs an editing firm. Sometimes he's in the 1920s. In all of these places he has dreams. In all of these places he is in love with Dan. It's just trying to work out which time is the right one.

You And Me Have Got A Whole Lot Of History - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan and Phil are both teachers at a school and everybody knows that they hate each other but they don’t know why, the students take it upon themselves to finally get Mr. Howell and Mr. Lester to stop fighting.

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knlalla’s fics of 2018

hello dears! now that the year’s coming to a close, i wanted to round up a quick post of all my fics from this year, please enjoy! i’ve highlighted my personal faves/the ones i’m most proud of :’) it’s been a wild year, so thanks so much to everyone for all your kind support!

one-shots

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Phancakes (x) 1k (g) - the bois being domestic on pancake day (look okay we don’t have pancake day in america i have to live vicariously through dnp), insp by this tweet and the iconic vid no tw! just domestic fluff

did you make me a video for valentine’s day? (x) 1k (g) - Dan has a tradition, every year on Valentine's day he asks Phil the same question... no tw, minor angst

my talents include... (x) 1k (g) - Dan's whiny because Phil won't pay him any attention, so he sends out a passive-aggressive tweet. shoutout to @daliensgrandads​ on tumblr for bugging me to write this (instead of my current wip whoops) no tw, unless whiny!dan counts

Days like this (Security) (x) 800 (g) - Some days just aren’t good ones. tw depression

Balance (x) 1k (t) - Phil wants to post the bunk bed insta story, but Dan just wants to sleep. no tw

i missed you (x) 1k (g) - basically their history as told by dan no tw

the way you look tonight (x) 1k (g) - dan has a vid to edit. phil has other ideas. you have to listen to the way you look tonight by frank sinatra (youtube, spotify) whilst listening to this okay no tw

Chan (x) 1k (g) - insp by the anon that sent "demon hc: phil just chuckling fondly at dan thirsting over chan, while chan searches the bus and they’re both stood outside in pyjamas on the canadian border. idk, it’s just the kinda fond, secure bde that phil exudes these days" no tw

morning coffee (x) 1k (t) - inspired by the lovely anon who sent me "I dreamed Dan posted an insta story of Phil drinking coffee in bed and he was laying on his shoulder and I kept trying to show people how cute it was but no one cared, and when I woke up I remembered that you would care, and I realized it was a dream and now I’m a tad disappointed in my subconscious for trolling me." no tw

doing nothing often leads to the very best of something (x) 2k (g) - based on this (x) and a lil imagine i wrote (x) and expanded on so thanks to the lovely anon who originally sent "that pic phil posted of dan for his bday i think where dan is making a funny face and theres a nearly empty wine bottle in the background hhhhh that makes my demon heart drop" and to the lovely anon who asked for more! no tw

The House at Pooh Corner (x) 1k (g) - insp by the anon that sent "Full demon mode: Im just finishing up the Undertale series for the first time and all I can think about as Dan and Phil talk back in forth in their different character voices is how #blessed any future child of theirs is. Just imagine them snuggled up with a kid on each of their laps, reading Winnie the Pooh and doing voices for all the characters. RIP my heart." and the anon that sent "I've been having a really bad day. And something that I find really cute is imagining what Dan and Phil would be like as parents. (noting that you don't have to have kids ever to be a fulfilled human, just that people being good parents warms my heart). Hypothetically, what do you think it'd be like? I bet Dan would surprise himself by being a good dad. b/c he'd want his kid to feel free to be themselves and we all know he can be very protective when he needs to be." no tw, parent!phan

waffles (x) 2k (g) - phil goes to the 24hr diner with the hopes of seeing his favorite waiter (insp by me seeing a cute waitress at a diner. unfortunately none of the rest actually happened to me lmao) no tw, meet cute

it’s not living if it’s not with you (x) 800 (g) - dan and phil in bed at phil's parents' home, briefly reminiscing no tw

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if we stopped shipping phan (x) 8k (g) - what would happen if the entire phandom just...stopped shipping phan? insp by this post about not shipping phan for a month cause they'd freak out. Happy Valentine's day, @phantasizeit​! no tw, friends to lovers

sleepover in the moon room (x) 6k (g) - It's a tradition they've had for years (Note: this was written with the intent that it can be read completely platonically or non-platonically, whichever you prefer. It's not written to imply one way or another.) a platonic fic sorta lmao

printer error (x) 16k (m) - Dan's a fanfic writer who's desperate to meet the AmazingPhil, but one printing mishap could bring him closer to his idol than he ever anticipated. no tw, strangers to lovers with a bit of fic commentary

everyone knows that (x) 5.5k (g) - They fight more often than they don’t, but that’s just how relationships are. Everyone knows that. Phil bakes when he’s worried, especially when he's worried about Dan. And Phil bakes quite a lot. Dan hates that he's the cause of Phil's nervous baking, that Phil's always so stressed because of him, but Dan has a hard time feeling too bad when the outcome is a plate of warm cookies. no tw just some angst

The Seven Deadly Insta Stories (x) 7k (e) - A collection of seven short fics based on the seven deadly sins, as told in the form of insta stories dnp didn’t post. as a prompt from @phanfichallenge to post a fic every day this week, have my tour fic twist on the seven deadly sins!! no tw, tour fic(s)

i’d do anything to not be alone (x) 16k (t) - I don’t know why I bother waking up. It’s one of those nonessential activities, like eating or drinking or breathing. But I do it, because if I don’t, then nobody would water the plants. Phil left and Dan doesn't know why. But he has to take care of the plants, because Phil would be so disappointed if he came back and his plants had died. no tw, just lots of sadness n a bit of angst but it does, as always, end happily i promise

dark purple sky (darkness comes out to play) (x) 4k (e) - It’s not that he hates parties, it’s just that- well, no, he hates parties. And costumes. And showing up to parties in costumes, and showing up to parties decidedly not wearing costumes, and all the mumbled judgements that come along with doing so. And he hates sweets - really, the only things he does like about Halloween are the autumnal vibes and the cool weather, and experiencing those certainly did not require his friends dragging him out to some abandoned castle grounds for a half-assed late-night party. Or the one where Dan gets a blowjob from a complete stranger in the middle of the forest on Halloween. no tw really, strangers to lovers?, mostly just pwp

Properly (x) 10k (e) - Dan's been trying to take advantage of the all-hours pool for a late night swim, but some guy always shows up before him. no tw just pwp and some strangers to lovers

chaptered

Demons and Diners (x) 65k (m) - A broke Dan, on the run from his previous life, finds temporary shelter in an abandoned diner...for the night? tw depression, some blood mentions, but happy ending as always!

What day is it? (x) 32k (t) - It's the first day of the semester, and it's already gone to shit: Dan's late to his first class, finds out his mortal enemy, Phil Lester, is the TA, and gets rejected by the girl of his dreams, but at least tomorrow's a new day...right? Aka the one where Dan and Phil are stuck reliving the same day over and over and can't figure out why. no tw except some major angst, uni au, enemies to lovers

Axiom (x) 31k (t) - Axiom: a proposition that is not actually proved or demonstrated, but is considered to be self-evident and universally accepted. Dan's out for the umpteenth time at the bar for its weekly speed-dating night (not that they'd actually call it that). tw depression and a really cliche plot twist whoops but a happy ending, always

one second (x) 41k (e) - When you spend your life getting glimpses of a myriad of possible futures every time you get a little emotional, you tend to lose sight of reality, of the present; a bad day turns into a bad week because all you see are the worst-case futures. You get a little excited about something, things start to go your way, but then all you can see are the realities where things are even better. Life tends not to measure up. Or the one where Dan meets Phil on a plane, and maybe reality starts to become better than even Dan could predict. no tw really, strangers to lovers

slow-closing doors (x) 44k (t) - SECRETS, DRAMA, BETRAYAL (okay no betrayal dw). Phil's agreed to be an RA for his floor this year at uni, and he's determined to be the best RA ever - after all, this is these students' first year, he wants them to have the best year ever. Loosely inspired by Freeze Tag by Caroline B Cooney. tw minor violence nothing graphic just a lil scary, uni au strangers to lovers

Peter Phan (x) 37k (m) - Phil's woken in the middle of the night by a mysterious guy at his window who's intent on dragging him off on an adventure, and for some inexplicable reason, he agrees. Dan's stuck - quite literally - in his own head, and he's desperate for anyone to help him escape. Maybe, if he's lucky, that person could be Phil. He hopes it is. tw depression and suicide attempt, implied/referenced non-con, lots of angst, but definitely a happy ending, strangers to lovers

angel boy (x) 22k+ (e) - for the anon that sent "Oh fuck, now I need a smutty fanfic with twink!Dan taking it from behind with his angel wing tattoo (or real ones for that matter... actually, yes please, real ones. And Phil has a kink for being a bit rough with them... maybe Phil's a demon... fuuuck, someone write this for me?)" Aka the one where angel!Dan goes into a demon club looking for a bit of entertainment. no tw, my attempt at pwp turned into porn with a plot lmao

Sea Glass (x) 58k (t) - Phil arrives on the Isle of Man to house-sit at his family's cabin while it's repaired and sold. Except the cabin's in far worse shape than expected, and Phil's got to find somewhere else to stay no tw really but like i updated this a few times this year so i’m counting it

Exile (x) 172k (e) - Exile's a fucking bitch. Dan finds himself kicked out of town and searching for literally anywhere out of the rain - somehow, he must have just enough luck, as he stumbles upon a seemingly abandoned house in the middle of the forest. Except it isn't abandoned, and the resident isn't exactly...normal...

[t0m0kii]

1-99

you think this is a game anon? you send in 1-99 i’m gonna do 1-99 so HERE WE H*CKING GO

“1) Sexuality?”

bi! even tho i’m not attracted to many boys (and i actually only seriously like one) i still consider myself to be a groovy bisexual

“2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?”

any of the monkees! but also paul mccartney!

“3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.”

here’s an excerpt from the nearest book, ‘‘the everything reading music book’‘: “The terms measure and bar can be used in place of one another - they mean the same thing.” very educational!

“4) What do you think about most?”

it’s probably pathetic but i probably think about story concepts the most! either that or monkees stuff but sometimes they can be the same thing

“5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?”

my latest text is from my dude sean a.k.a joj-n-ringo who said that he sent me loads of asks about nwa but somehow i didn’t get any of them 

“6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?”

always with! sleeping naked is weird and plus i hate my body and don’t wanna look at it SKJALKJAKLHDKSJLKN

“7) What’s your strangest talent?”

i dunno! i don’t really have any weird talents!

“8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)”

girls…are neat! boys…are also neat!

“9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?”

no one’s ever written me a song but i’ve had friends write me poems before! it’s nice and i love it

“10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?”

hm……when’s the last time i listened to joe walsh’s life’s been good……………probably then!

“11) Do you have any strange phobias?”

i don’t know if it counts as a phobia but i get really bothered when i see shirtless pics of people and their ribs are visible like idk what it is but eeeee i don’t like it

“12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?”

not that i can remember, lmao

“13) What’s your religion?”

i’m not like a diehard religion fanatic but i was raised christian and still sorta stand by it yknow

“14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?”

looking at the area around me, even if i’ve seen the place a thousand times, i’m always just lookin around lmao

“15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?”

it depends! mostly i like being in front tho jdhbkjfhdjfls

“16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?”

the monkees! those four idiots have my whole heart

“17) What was the last lie you told?”

my mom asked me if i did my homework yesterday and i lied and said i did it at school BUT I DID DO MOST OF IT THERE SO WHEN I BROUGHT IT HOME I DIDN’T HAVE A LOT TO DO

“18) Do you believe in karma?”

i guess so! what goes around comes around i’d suppose

“19) What does your URL mean?”

it’s named somewhat after my favorite anime character tomoko kuroki bc i love her and she’s a big mood

“20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?”

i think my greatest weakness would be that i jump to conclusions without any reason yknow but i think my biggest strength would be either my writing abilities or my ability to sorta see through people and see exactly what type of person they are

“21) Who is your celebrity crush?”

davy jones !!!!!! i love him so much !!!!!!!!!!

“22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”

hELL NO i would never i’m way too modest for that sjsklaskjdkbfnj

“23) How do you vent your anger?”

usually i talk to someone about it who’d understand but sometimes when i don’t want to bug anyone i just scribble it all down

“24) Do you have a collection of anything?”i have a record collection! and a cd and tape collection, i mostly just collect music stuff kshsjlbsjk

“25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?”

i don’t really like either but i prefer talking on the phone!

“26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?”

not entirely

“27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?”

i hate the sound of babies screaming like i don’t hate children but uGH it kills my ears and a sound i love is the sound of tambourines! i love those lil things they do a good noise

“28) What’s your biggest “what if”?”

what if it’s all for nothing (this could apply to several things)

“29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?”

i dunno about aliens but i think there are ghosts! i’d love to be friends with a ghost like. imagine

“30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.”

with my right i touch my phone first! and with my left i touch my 3ds 

“31) Smell the air. What do you smell?”

it smells like……………………………..air

“32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?”

i dunno i’ve never really been anywhere super terrible 

“33) Choose East Coast or West Coast?”

uhhh east?

“34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?”

DAVY JONES OF COURSEEEEE

“35) To you, what is the meaning of life?”

to give it meaning

“36) Define Art.”

art is whatever you make it tbh, something that inspires

“37) Do you believe in luck?”

i guess! even tho i have the worst luck ever

“38) What’s the weather like right now?”

cold and windy it SUCKS

“39) What time is it?”

at the time of writing this answer it’s 8:37 pm!

“40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?”

i’m too young to drive so i’ve never done it bsjhklskjdvbfjdsk

“41) What was the last book you read?”

i admit i write more than i read but i believe the last time i read a book was yesterday when i was reading one of my how-to-read-sheet-music books from the library

“42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?”

i can tolerate it but i wouldn’t want to sit and smell it for hours

“43) Do you have any nicknames?”

not really! if you gave me one that’d be neat

“44) What was the last movie you saw?”

last time i watched a movie was when i rewatched the beatles movie ‘‘help!’‘ it’s a rlly good movie i love it

“45) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?”

uh once i broke my arm in kindergarten but i think that’d be it

“46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?”

like in a net? no but i’d really like tooooo i think it’d be neat

“47) Do you have any obsessions right now?”

MONKEESSSSSS I’VE BEEN HYPERFIXING ON THE MONKEES FOR NEARLY A YEAR NOW I JUST LOVE THOSE FOUR DUMBASSES ESPECIALLY THE SHORT ONE THAT TALKS FUNNY

“48) What’s your sexual orientation?”

i’m a girl! born a girl and i have stayed a girl since. wild

“49) Ever had a rumor spread about you?”

not that i know of sjhskdksl is that a good thing??

“50) Do you believe in magic?”

perhaps it’s out there and someone’s just keeping it to themselves WHICH WOULD SUCK BC GIVE ME SOME MAGIC YOU FUCK

“51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?”

i forgive but never forget

“52) What is your astrological sign?”

since i was born on november 8th i’d be a scorpio!

“53) Do you save money or spend it?”

i’m terrible at saving money but i’m a wiz at spending it

“54) What’s the last thing you purchased?”

my monkees shirt! i love that thing even tho it was 90 dollars on etsy but lemme tell ya it’s 90 dollars well spent

“55) Love or lust?”

love !!!!!!!!!!

“56) In a relationship?”

in my daydream universe i’m the lovely intelligent wife of davy jones but in reality i’m a lonely bitch skjfhdsjflsj;fdkk

“57) How many relationships have you had?”

i had a boyfriend for a week in kindergarten but only because he recognized me from sunday school and i’ve never had a relationship since

“58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue?”

no and i can’t believe people can do that but some people can’t like HUH

“59) Where were you yesterday?”

i wasn’t anywhere near the crime scene officer i swear

“60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?”

on my desk next to my coaster is my pink rubber bracelet with a peter tork quote on it! and that’s not very far away so it counts!

“61) Are you wearing socks right now?”

the only time i’m not wearing socks is when i’m in the shower so yes

“62) What’s your favorite animal?”

the red panda !!!! i love those funky little dudes !!!!!!!

“63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?”

i really would not know my dude i mean just being myself i guess?? bold of you to assume people like me

“64) Where is your best friend?”

probably at their house being the greatest best friend ever

“65) Spit or swallow?(;”

i think when you’re brushing your teeth you literally have to spit you can’t just swallow that shit what the fuck if i find someone who does that i’ll ascend

“66) What is your heritage?”

i don’t really know! i mean i’m about as white as a piece of paper so

“67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?”

i told you before officer i wasn’t out doing illegal actions ((nah but seriously i was watching youtube i think))

“68) What do you think is Satan’s last name?”

bofa

“69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?”

honestly i never remember where my bus stop is i always just look out the window and see my house and i’m like oh shit time to skidaddle so i mostly rely on the bus driver for that. thanks bus driver

((yeah))

“70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?”

i think being friends with me would be alright maybe!

“71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?”

man fuck that guy i’m saving that fuckin dog then i’ll just show up with the dog and everyone will think it’s so cute that i won’t get fired. problem solved!

“72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?”

i guess everyone would already know but i’d finish everything i’d need to like writing projects and stuff, i’d make sure i’d do everything i need to before i had to die 

“73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love.”

where there’s trust there’s love so trust!

“74) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?”

looking for the good times by the monkees never fails to make me smile! i just love davy a lot

“75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?”

7644! 

“76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?”

a good relationship starts with a good friendship yknow. you have to be able to love and appreciate the person you’re with and accept them the way they are and not try to change them too much. and it also sorta all relies on trust. if you can trust who you’re with, you’re good to go. and if you feel like you’re unable to call them out when they do wrong or if they do/say something really bad and you just let it slide then that’s not good in a relationship i’d say

“77) How can I win your heart?”

be nice

“78) Can insanity bring on more creativity?”

maybe just a small, small amount but not a lot

“79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?”

deciding to listen to the monkees tbh bc !!! i love em !!!! have i mentioned this !!!!

“80) What size shoes do you wear?”

like size 11 or somethin like that

“81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?”

“bury me shallow because i’ll be back”

“82) What is your favorite word?”

my favorite word would probably be “lovely” bc it’s so fuckin !! good !!!!!!!

“83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.”

i always hear the word in davy’s voice and the way he says it LKDSLSKS he goes “h a h t” it’s cute

“84) What is a saying you say a lot?”

“it be like that sometimes”

“85) What’s the last song you listened to?”

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears! listening to it as i answer this actually

“86) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?”

blue! really any shade of blue but especially light blue!

“87) What is your current desktop picture?”

i’ve said monkees too many times in this post but. them

“88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?”

the president bc he sucks

“89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?”

if someone outside of the internet asked if i were gay i think i’d be a little scared to answer bc yknow my whole family is homophobic and all that and sometimes you never can tell who is and who isn’t

“90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?”

introduce myself bc even if i’m scared i’m not about to be impolite

“91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?”

time travel !!!! they call me TIME TRAVELING PRODUCE AISLE 

“92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?”

maybe a half hour of my first concert! it was a blast

“93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?”

developing depression

“94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?”

DAVY FUCKIN JONES but would we still see eachother afterwards is the question

“95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?”

manchester, england !!!!!!! i really want to go and i actually kinda wanna move there someday

“96) Do you have any relatives in jail?”

not that i know of i sure hope not lmao

“97) Have you ever thrown up in the car?”

once a long time ago

“98) Ever been on a plane?”

never bc my mom is super scared of heights and scared of planes and tbh i kinda don’t really like planes i prefer boats

“99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?”

i’d say listen to papa gene’s blues by the monkees and listen to mike nesmith go “yeeeeeehawwwww !!!!!!”

this took me an hour thanks anon

[bumblebee-moreno]

Tom Holland Imagines Requests

Send in requests for Tom Holland Imagines using one of these prompts, or create your own!

Just a few things you should know before sending them in:

- I don’t do specific appearance details unless they’re actually important to the plot of the imagine. I can do things like height, race, weight, etc. since they actually can affect the way someone lives or is treated or acts, but I won’t do things that don’t matter like hair and eye colour. 

- I can include some personality if you’d like, just let me know! if you don’t say anything about it, I will just choose myself how the reader will act.

- Specify reader gender! If you don’t, I will make it gender neutral!

- You can include what you want your relationship with Tom to be: Platonic/friends, crushing on each other, hate each other, coworkers, roommates, dating, etc. (not required. if not included, I will choose)

- As of right now, I won’t do Mob!Au’s or College!Au’s (the reader can be college, but I won’t have Tom in College.) In other words, I’m not changing anything about Tom, because honestly, he’s perfect the way he is, (and I’m not confident with writing that.)

- Feel free to request any other details you’d like, but I may decide not to include them

- I don’t do NSFW, sorry. It’s not that I’m trying to keep my blog clean, I’m just not comfortable writing it just yet. (Steamy makeout sessions and sexual implications do not count as NSFW!)

- If you want to guarantee there won’t be swearing in the imagine, please say so! I don’t overdo it, but there may be one or two in there. If you’re sensitive about that, let me know!

- I’m totally cool with any LGBTQ+ requests! Any homophobic/transphobic, etc. Requests will not be accepted. (That means any request that would make the imagine promote being anti-LGBTQ. I’m totally fine if someone is dealing with hate or something from it. I will not promote hating on LGBTQ.) If you don’t say anything about it in your request, though, I won’t say anything about LGBTQ.

- I reserve the right to deny any request, however, I promise to give you a reason (Reasons include but aren’t limited to: Lack of motivation, would force me to promote any belief that I don’t agree with, I’m swamped with too many requests, etc.)

- If I end up denying your request, I can work out some way for me to write something similar for you if you’d like.

- I do have my anonymous open in my ask box, but I’d prefer these to not be anon. You’re totally welcome to submit anonymously, but I will tell you now that I may not respond to you as quickly.

1.    Person B is reeaaaaaally tired, but Person A is super, super energetic and loud. Trying to get Person A to shut up, Person B kisses Person A.

2.    Imagine Person A of your OTP seeing Person B with bed hair for the first time, and being totally blown away by how cute/hot/etc. they look with their hair being a huge mess. Bonus: if Person A gets flustered when Person B pokes fun at them for liking it.

3.    Imagine your OTP getting in a fight and one of them yelling that they love the other one and then it gets really quiet.

4.    Imagine your OTP as teachers at the same school who are always flirting and have their students shipping them without realizing it.

5.    Imagine your OTP moving in together. They’re unpacking each other’s boxes when they find, ah, interesting things they didn’t know the other person owned.

6.    “WAIT, why is there cake batter everywhere? Were you trying to bake a cake?” “It was supposed to be your favourite…”

7.    “You know; I really don’t like your last name.” “Why? What’s wrong with it?” “I just don’t like it. You should change it.” “To what?” “I don’t know, maybe mine.”

8.    “Marry me?” “*sobbing* I hate you…”

9.    “Shh, stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.

10.  “If you steal the blankets, I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

11.  “You’re comfy”

12.  “You are my new pillow”

13.  “Put me down!” “nope”

14.  “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child!!” - “DON’T THROW SCISSORS!”

15.  “I just wanted an easy day with my boyfriend/girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?”

16.  “Come over here and make me.”

17.  “I want my best friend back.” - “[character] is over there.”

18.  “Is it that time of the month?” - “You literally ask me that whenever I’m mad at you!”

19.  “Why’re you dressed like that?” - “Does that mean it looks good or should I change?”

20.  “It’s not fair that you’re hot and funny.” - “Look who’s talking…just kidding, your jokes suck.”

21.  “Baby, I’m scared.” - “You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here.”

22.  “You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”

23.  “move over!” “make me.”

24.  “I bet it’s a boy.” - “I bet it’s a turtle.”

25.   “Why’d you hug him? You love him?”

26.  “please tell me that’s fake blood covering the bathtub…”

27.  “Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” au

28.  “This isn’t your fault, okay? I promise.”

29.  “I’m not drunk, I s-swear.”

30.  “Can you please stop talking? The sound of your voice irritates me.”

31.  “You aren’t alone. You’ve never been alone.”

32.  “Don’t promise me you won’t leave. Just don’t leave. I don’t think I can handle another promise right now.”

33.  “I can’t do this. Just leave me alone.”

34.  “Do it. Take a chance, I’m begging you. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.”

35.  “I’ve got you. Breathe, okay? I’ve got you.”

36.  “Date night? Pfft, I can’t afford a sitter.”

37.  “She has a fever, I don’t know what to do.”

38.   “You’re hungover. You’re not dying.”

39.  ‘I’m an amputee, and when I was getting out of my car I got yelled at by a guy for using the handicap spot so I took off my prosthetic leg and threw it at them. You watched this happen and are laughing so hard you had to use your inhaler.’ AU

40.  ‘I’m in a wheelchair but the only elevator is broken so you took the time to transport my entire desk downstairs by yourself where I can access it even though you would have had an easier time if you had just carried me and my manual wheelchair up with a co-worker’s help and back down at the end of the day’ AU

41. Create your own!

[noodles-send-n00ds]

fallen - jonah marais ft. zach herron

pairings: gender neutral!reader x jonah, gender neutral!reader x bestie!zach

warning: there’s a curse word at the bottom

requested by anon: can you do an imagine where zach and his best friend, who is abused, reunite and she ends up falling for jonah

summary: y/n goes to visit zach, their best friend, for a whole summer. y/n didn’t expect to fall for someone so quickly.

a/n: so i didn’t really want to include the abused part and i honestly don’t really have an explanation. but i hope you still enjoy it nonetheless.

not my gif

***

before zach became big and famous, you and zach were attached at the hip. growing up next to each other made it easy for you two to see other and practically spend almost every minute of the day together. 

but since he moved away things changed.

you two still kept in contact, of course, but it was different without zach. you entered your junior year alone and with only a couple of friends. they were good friends of yours but nothing was the same without zach. 

you two would talk all of lunch and laugh at some stupid things one person said that day or groan over your next big test. you would even manage to text each other from different classes, one of you almost always getting their phone taken away. zach would pass you funny pick up lines and you would always roll your eyes but make some up and send them back.

when he invited you to spend the summer in l.a with him and the boy’s, you were thrilled. you would get to see him for the first time in a little less than a year. you immediately started packing for the couple months you would spend there.

“whoa, why are you packing?” your younger sister asked you.

“i’m going to l.a to be with zach!” you practically screamed into her ear.

“jesus, shut up,” she walked away into her room, going on her phone.

you ignored her and continued to pack practically everything you owned, excitement pumping through your veins. you knew that your mom would be down for it since she loved the herron’s and knew zach would take great care of you l.a.

***

you landed in lax, speed walking to the front entrance to find zach. you just wanted to hug him and feel his warmth since it had been so long since the last time. you saw him standing there in jeans and a loose white t-shirt.

his face lit up when he saw you and you started running towards him. once you made contact, you embraced each other in a big hug. he lifted you off of the ground and spun you around before safely placing you down.

“i missed you so much, y/n,” zach told you as he pulled apart from the hug.

“i missed you too, zachary,” you smiled at him. he grabbed your hand and pulled you out the place where his car was.

“i can’t wait for you to meet the boys! they are going to be ecstatic! i talk about you all the time!” he told you, putting your luggage in the car and you laughed at him.

“i can’t wait either! they’re hot,” you admitted and he glared at you.

“no, nope, nada. you can’t date one,” he said, getting in the car.

“who said i was going to be dating one? it might just be a one night only thing,” you laughed and zach punched you in the arm.

“i hate you.”

“you wish.”

“anyways, what’s going on with becky? did she admit her lip injections yet? what about david? still an airheaded douchebag?” he questioned, asking you about people that attended your school back in texas. 

***(another time skip lmao)

you made it to the house that your best friend and his best friends lived in. zach helped you carry in your luggage and you took your time to admire the place he resided in. it was big and beautiful. this was practically the dream home for anyone.

once you got inside, you were immediately welcomed by a group of four boys.

“y/n! we’ve heard so much about you!” one of them said. you assumed it was daniel, based on the pictures zach had shown you of all of them.

“this is jack, corbyn, daniel, and jonah,” zach pointed to all of them.

you weren’t going to lie to yourself; they were all way more attractive in person. they were stunning in the pictures but now that you got a good look at them, you were shocked. one tall boy caught your eye though.

“hi,” was all you could mutter out, instantly embarrassing yourself.

they all laughed and welcomed you into their home and moved out of the way so you could take your stuff up to your room. once you got there, you sat down on the bed and zach sat next to you.

“so what do you think?” he asked you, referring to the four boys downstairs.

“they are amazing,” you looked at him, proud he got so far in his career. “what’s the tall one’s name again?”

“jonah? no, don’t tell m-”

“he’s realllllllly attractive,” you smiled at him.

“y/n y/l/n. i won’t allow it. nope, not on my wa-”

“do you think you could set it up? oh my god, total best friend points to you if you could. wow, do you think it’s a stretch? he’s probably way out of my league,” you cut him off again, all the gears turning in your head.

“you don’t listen to me, do you?”

“nope, not at all.”

the two of you laughed and made your way downstairs to find daniel eating watermelon, the curly haired kid on his phone, corbyn (who you heard loads about because he always teased zach) laughing at someone on the phone, and jonah talking to daniel.

“let’s do something,” zach told them as you two entered the kitchen. jonah smiled at you when you enter the room. you smiled back, blushing a bit.

“like what?” jack asked, waving at you.

“we could go shopping?” daniel suggested. corbyn perked up and quickly wrapped up his conversation on the phone.

“did i hear shopping?” corbyn sang, entering the room.

“i’m brok-”

“shut up, i’ll pay,” zach retorted. you slapped, lightly, signifying that he shouldn’t pay for you.

“so we’re going shopping?” corbyn clarified.

“yes, corbs, we’re going shopping,” jonah told him, rolling his eyes playfully.

“yes!” he yelled running to put his shoes on.

you all laughed at him and quickly moved out the door to make sure corbyn wouldn’t get too impatient. you sat in the backseat next to jonah and zach while daniel drove with jack in the front seat. corbyn was in the very backseat by himself

arriving at the grove was amazing, you saw the people crowding around the fountain. there were pretty lights and gorgeous plants. it wasn’t like the typical indoor shopping centers in texas; it was breathtaking.

“you like it?” jonah asked you, coming up behind you and scaring you a bit.

“oh geez,” you laughed. “yeah, it’s awesome. how is this my first time being here?” 

“you should come more often,” he winked at you and a blush made it’s way up to your cheeks.

jonah grabbed your hand and lead you to the different stores he’d thought you’d like, leaving the other boys behind. you two spent the majority of the day together and you enjoyed every second you got to spend with him. he made you so happy.

that’s pretty much how the first months went. you got closer to all the boys and they quickly became your bestest friends but with jonah, it was different. you knew it was more than just a friendship but you were scared to admit it to yourself. you knew you’d have to go home in less than a month and the thought of it made you heartbroken. you’d have to leave them, especially jonah.

so you made it your mission to spend the remaining time you had left with jonah (and the other boys of course), to make it the most memorable summer you’ve ever had.

on one lazy sunday, jonah decided to take you out somewhere. you both entered his car and he drove the two of you somewhere you had yet to know where. the entire drive there, he held your hand and you guys talked about what you’d do when you’d get home. it made sad to think about but you put a smile on your face for him.

you made it to a small hill in beverly hills and you guys climbed your way to the top. jonah had brought a blanket for you to sit on and wait until the sunset came. 

“y/n, i have to tell you something,” jonah started, while the sun was slowly beginning to set in front of you. “i know this is horrible timing because you’re leaving in a week but i had to get this off my chest.”

“go on,” you gave him a smile and grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles to reassure him.

“when i first met you, i wasn’t expecting to see such a gorgeous person walk through my front door. i couldn’t stop looking at you and thinking you were the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. but when we spent all day at the grove and i got to know you, it wasn’t about your looks. your bubbly, bright personality saw the best in everyone and everything. your heart is so big and you care for everyone. heck, you washed corbyn’s white shoes when he got a tiny dirt splotch on them. it took you two hours but you were so determined to help him even though he could easily buy a new pair. you make me a better person and oevr the past couple months, i’ve fallen head over heels for you.”

the sun had set and the beautiful reds, oranges, and pinks spread throughout the sky, creating a perfect backdrop for the two of you. 

“shit, i can’t top that but i’ve fallen face first for you, jonah marais.”

“is this the part where we kiss?”

“yes, jonah, yes it is.”

the kiss you two shared was filled with passion and desire for one another. you had completely fallen for each other.

***

[chipsandwaffles]

Best Friend?

Yuta fucking likes you.

Anon said: Could you write a imagine about a "bad boy" yuta realising he is in love with his sweet and shy best friend as they enter their final years of high school or just in college in general? I hope that's not too cliche. I'm sorry if it is!!

Anon said: Can I get Yuta fluff? I noticed no one is requested for him >< poor my bb! Yuta and the girl always fight and annoyed each other a lot but they began to love each other and felt empty without one of them. So in the end he confessed to her. Thx you ❤

hOPEFULLY this satisfies both these requests. this is 3k i can’t believe this it’s ridiculous. also. these are legit some of the oldest requests in my inbox like bless they’re finally out of here. i hope you enjoy ^^

For some reason, your best friend, your best friend who has called you unpretty and too lame to look at will not stop looking at you.

You’ll be looking around the cafeteria, minding your own business with your group of friends when you see him just staring at you, his head in his hand with a dumb smile on his face. Sometimes you’ll be hanging outside by yourself and he’s looking at you from the soccer field. One time he got hit with a soccer ball. That was funny as hell. Other times you’ll pass him when he’s sitting at his locker and talk for a quick second, about what you’d do after school and what not together and he wouldn’t look away from you when he used to do it all the time.

You don’t even see each other at school often, hanging out with your own group of friends. You hang with “nerds” as Yuta calls them and he hangs out with his own group of people, his “rebel” group as he likes to say or the skip class twice a week kids as everyone knows.

And yet, somehow he keeps finding you and keeps looking at you. You swear this never happened before.

Or, maybe you weren’t paying attention. Maybe he had been staring at you all along. You wonder why though, since he has openly called you unpretty. He makes fun of you, you make fun of him. That was your dynamic as best friends. It had been like that since you were kids.

Now he was kind of different. Staring at you, buying you food as you walked home from school, waking up to good morning texts from him.

Who was this guy, and what did he do with your best friend?

“Y/N, are you even listening?” You blink a few times and lift your head from where it was laying on your arm on the table, staring back at Yuta. He frowns at you, rolling his eyes.

“That’s definitely a no,” he says.

“Sorry I was… thinking about other stuff. What were you saying?” You ask. He shakes his head and goes back to doodling on the notebook you’ve provided him as you study for your finals. He wasn’t going to study of course. He was too cool for that.

“I was studying for my calculus final, you expect me to listen to whatever crap you have to say about Taeyong today?”

Yuta scoffs at you and reaches across the table, pinching one of your cheeks and shaking your head a little. You whine, swatting his hand away and rubbing the place he had pinched.

“It wasn’t about Taeyong, you punk.”

“Oh, sorry, Jaehyun then.”

“You’re a brat,” he says, sitting back and crossing his arms.

“And yet you’re the one who’s been my best friend for like… eleven years.”

“Thirteen years. You can’t even remember how long we’ve been friends?” Yuta actually looks offended, and you laugh at his expression. He needed to stop it with this weird stuff. He had to go back to cocky Yuta and the mean guy you knew.

“Honestly I was hoping it would end already.”

“I hate you.”

“Hate you too, best friend,” you say, laughing when Yuta gets up, knocking his chair over in the process. You watch him walk over to the couch in the living room, plopping down and turning on the T.V. You go back to studying, or, pretending to study.

Your thoughts were back on Yuta and his attitude recently. Certain thoughts crossed your mind, wondering what could have caused it. Maybe he was thinking about finals and graduating this year, or maybe he was thinking about what school to go to next year, or maybe he was stressed about something and couldn’t find the words to tell you about it. Which in turn made him constantly look your way.

But, one of the things that keeps coming back to you is that Yuta likes you, and not as a best friend. When Yuta liked someone, he would buy them things, shower them in affection and candy, because according to Yuta “that’s what girls liked.” And, that’s what he had done with you. He had been showering you with affection lately, wrapping his arm around your waist as you walked together, kissing the side of your head randomly when he was saying goodbye. He’d buy you food and candy on the way home, and he’d be nice enough to send you good morning texts. He never did that before.

You stare down at the textbook in front of you for a long moment, trying to wrap your head around that your best friend of thirteen years might like you more than a best friend. You look up at Yuta, only to see him looking at you. When you make eye contact he immediately looks away, pretending he wasn’t just staring at you.

The thought clicks in your head and holy fuck.

Yuta totally liked you.

-

“You think Yuta likes you?” You nod your head at your friend, the one you went to when you couldn’t go to Yuta. She frowns at you, shaking her head.

“No way. He was going after like, three other girls last week. He doesn’t like you.”

“Then explain all that stuff-

“He’s… an idiot? I don’t know. I mean- if he liked you, wouldn’t he say something by now?” She asks.

“Would he? Remember that time he was mad at me for eating the snack in his backpack and wouldn’t talk to me for almost two weeks?”

You friend’s expression changes into one of judgement just thinking about the incident before she rolls her eyes. “He totally likes you. That idiot likes you.”

“Come on, he’s not that stupid-

“Don’t even get me started,” your friend interrupts. “How do you feel though? Do you like him?”

“You know the answer to that,” you say, your face heating up in embarrassment just thinking about your feelings for Yuta.

“I know. I just like reminding you that you’re in love with an idiot.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes at her and she laughs at you, clearly finding the situation hilarious.

“Shut up, oh my god. You’re the one that’s got a crush on Doyoung-

“He’s cute and funny-

“He’s in love with school which means he’s not going to date you-

“Excuse me!” You and your friend look over to the librarian who doesn’t look pleased at all at your behavior in the library. She makes a motion of zipping her lips and you both apologize, lowering your voices as to not bother her again.

“First of all, Doyoung is totally going to date me, second of all, you should talk to Yuta,” your friend tells you. You shake your head.

“No way. I have finals to worry about. I don’t want to stress over Yuta.”

“Then… after finals?” Your friend grins at you, and you agree to it just to get her to shut up.

“Yeah, fine. After finals.”

-

For the two weeks before finals and during finals, you avoid Yuta. Not because you want to avoid him, but just so you don’t get distracted by thinking about his feelings for you. You really needed to get good final grades in your classes, and having him around just wasn’t going to help with that. Instead, you spend a lot of your time hanging around Doyoung, because Doyoung keeps quiet while he’s studying and you study well together.

And, according to your friend it benefits her because then she can figure out how to win Doyoung’s heart. Which, makes you laugh because after asking Doyoung once about it the feeling is mutual, he’s just waiting until graduation to say anything.

You don’t tell your friend that though. She could suffer a little not knowing that Doyoung liked her back.

“Y/N.” You look up from your notebook at Doyoung, an expression of distaste written all over his face.

“Huh? What’s wrong? Am I shaking the table again? Sorry, I didn’t-

“No. It’s…” Doyoung gestures for you to lean closer across the table, and you do, giving him your ear as he whispers to you. “Yuta is glaring at us from the other table- don’t look!”

You sit back in your chair and stare at Doyoung, frowning.

“Why is he in the library? He hates coming into the library.” You’re asking it more to yourself than to Doyoung, but he answers it anyways.

“Why would I know? I don’t keep track of Yuta.”

“That was rhetorical-

“Oh my god, he’s making that motion of cutting my throat. What is his problem?” You can’t just not look at Yuta now, so you turn in your seat and find him, his face falling when he sees you looking at him. With him is Jaehyun and Taeyong, and they both laugh at him when he stands up and rushes out of the library.

“What the heck?”

“I can’t believe he’s your best friend,” you hear Doyoung say. You turn back to him, confused more than ever.

“He’s been acting so fricking weird lately.”

“Yeah, go on,” Doyoung says.

“Oh my god, he’s been giving me lots of affection lately and buying me things and-

Doyoung puts up a hand to stop your talking, shaking his head. “Y/N, I was being sarcastic. I don’t want to hear about your problems with Yuta. I want to continue studying.”

“…I can see why she likes you,” you mumble. Doyoung’s face lights up in shyness, a blush dusting his cheeks. It’s gross that just one mention of your friend gets him to be that happy.

For a short moment, you wonder if that happens to Yuta when someone mentions you.

You hope it does.

-

When you get to your locker at the end of the school day, ready to pull out your books that you need for studying, you notice Yuta standing right next to it. He doesn’t look very happy, and you hurry over to him, wondering what has made him upset. Your best friend couldn’t be unhappy. That wasn’t okay.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask when you’re close enough to grab at him in some way. Your hand latches onto his and squeezes it to get his attention. He looks at you, only for a second before he’s pulling you into a tight hug, nearly lifting you off your feet.

You’re not sure what to do, because Yuta didn’t really do this kind of stuff, especially not in school of all places. You just let him hold you, your arms eventually coming to wrap around him as well, moving your hand up and down to comfort him.

If your best friend needed you, he was going to have you.

Sooner or later, Yuta lets you grab your things from your locker and then you’re heading out of school, his hand in yours, and walking a little too close for friends to be doing. You don’t mind, really, you just want to know what’s made him upset.

As you walk, you hope maybe he’ll tell you. And if not, at least he’ll do it when you get to your house. You glance at him from time to time, seeing if maybe he was crying or still looking unhappy, but he looks more content than anything. You’re glad. That was far better than unhappy Yuta.

You don’t force him for any words though until you’re home, sitting on the couch together, Yuta pressed against your side and his hand still in yours as you watch a movie together. Studying could wait.

“Yuta?” You speak up.

“Hm?”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask.

He shakes his head and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“After finals. I’ll tell you then.”

You don’t say anything more, nodding your head and focusing back on the movie.

You couldn’t wait for finals to come and go fast enough.

-

You take a step out of your last class of the day, breathing a well needed sigh of relief because finals were over. You were done. You had finished your other five exams throughout the week, waiting for today to finally come. Today, you were done. You were confident that you passed all your exams and had good final grades, and now, heading down the hall to your locker, you were confident in what was going to happen with your best friend.

You were going to confront him on how he felt, and he was going to tell you what was up with him last week. It was going to be great. Everything was going to work out for you.

You walk excitedly, nearly beaming when you see Yuta standing at your locker, staring down at his phone, waiting for you.

“Yuta!” He looks up from his phone when he hears you and smiles that beautiful, signature healing smile that always made you light up. You smiled back as you finally came to stand in front of him, bouncing around a little in excitement.

“Finished my finals. Do you think you did well?” You ask him. He shrugs and that smile he had is already gone, turned into a similar look he had the week before. You frown in turn, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt.

“Yuta? What’s wrong?” He lets out a sigh.

“We need to talk.”

“This is about last week, right? Okay, go ahead then. I’m listening.”

Yuta looks around for a moment, probably checking if anyone was listening in on your conversation before he’s grabbing your hand, dragging you off into one of the secluded corners of the school. You let him drag you, seeing as this was clearly important to him. You weren’t going to question it for now.

When Yuta stops, he turns to you, letting out a heavy breath.

“I think we should stop being best friends.”

“Huh?”

You take back not questioning Yuta. He didn’t want to be best friends anymore? After thirteen years together? What caused that? Was it something you did?

No, it wasn’t you. Usually Yuta did something. What did he do then?

“I know you heard me, Y/N. I can’t be best friends with you anymore,” he says.

“Why not?”

“Because I…” Yuta pauses, taking one of your hands into his. “I like you more than a friend. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you but… I already know you don’t feel the same way and I don’t know if I can continue on with being just your friend.”

You squint at Yuta in confusion, tilting your head slightly. He was in love with you, that was confirmed. That was fine. But, he thought you didn’t feel the same way? You’re confused on what gave him that impression. And why wouldn’t he just ask you how you felt?

“What do you mean I don’t feel the same way? Shouldn’t you ask me-

“I already know you and Doyoung are dating. Thanks for telling me, by the way, not like best friends are supposed to tell-

“Okay, Yuta. First of all, stop talking.” You put a finger to Yuta’s mouth, effectively shutting him up while you start laughing.

He thought you and Doyoung were dating? Seriously? Your best friend really was an idiot!

“Why are you laughing?” He asks, pulling away and crossing his arms in clear annoyance. You wanted to stop, but, how could you? You were never exactly obvious with your interest in Yuta, but, you’re pretty sure you showed even less interest in Doyoung.

Besides, you already were set on liking your friend and Doyoung together anyways. So, liking Doyoung was never going to happen.

“Doyoung and I aren’t dating! Where did you get that idea?” You ask, laughter still spilling out of you.

“You- you’ve been so close lately and weren’t hanging out with me I thought-

“We were studying! You’re the worst to study with, Yuta. Doyoung is like, studying with a clone of myself. You’re just distracting when I’m studying so that’s why I wasn’t really hanging out with you. Not because I was dating Doyoung.”

“Okay, maybe I should’ve asked about it-

“You think?” You laugh at Yuta again and he shoves at your shoulder, now pouting.

“I hate you,” he says. You shove back at him.

“Um, no. Pretty sure just a minute ago you said you were in love with me so…”

Yuta goes silent, and you notice the faintest blush on his cheeks. It was adorable. All you could think about was wanting to kiss him, but, you still had to get your own feelings out.

“Hey, stupid,” you say, hitting Yuta again. “If you’re going to stop being my best friend, can you start being my boyfriend then?”

Yuta looks at you, surprise written all over his face before he breaks out into a smile.

“You- you like me?”

You nod your head, smiling yourself. “I think that’s why I want you to be my boyfriend. You know, because I like you.”

“You like me. Not Doyoung?” You nod again, grabbing at Yuta’s hand and swinging it back and forth.

“Yes, Yuta. I like you. Youuuu. Nakamoto Yuta.”

Yuta can’t stop smiling the entire time that you walk to your locker, take out everything you have to and then walk home. He won’t let go of your hand, he buys you something to eat on the way home, and then, when you’re at your front door, he kisses you.

It’s so unexpected that you push him away, and even then he still doesn’t stop smiling.

It makes you think of Doyoung in the library, and how when he heard about your friend liking him, he was smiling. Yuta was smiling so big because of you, because he was happy you liked him back and that now you were going to be together.

Yuta being happy because of you makes you smile and you ultimately give him a kiss on the cheek before he leaves. You wave him goodbye and as you watch his figure retreat into the distance, you can’t help but hope you and him were going to be happy together for a long time.

[snowkatze]

Unfairly Beautiful

This fic is dedicated to the anon who said that the kind of date they’d take me on is one in the book store and then the coffee shop. Genre: fluff (@4wksoffluff ^.^) Word Count: 3315 Summary: After Baz accidentally reveals his feelings for Simon, they go on a date. Problem is, Baz has never taken someone on a date before.

I wish I was able to say right now that I have absolutely got the hang of this, but the truth is that I'm not half as smug as I act. Of course I pretend I've gone on a hundred dates before and that I'm a master at this, but really, I have no clue what I'm doing. The worst part is that he knows how this works, he's good at this, he's better at this than I am. After all, he's had a girlfriend before. And I'm new to this. I'm a raw recruit. (I'm afraid I'll disappoint him. Or rather, myself.)

But this is important because it is supposed to convince him that there should be a second date. And many more dates and hand-holding and kissing and... whatever. Should I take his hand right now? Would that be coming on too strong? I don't want to scare him off. Then again, it's just a hand, for Crowley's sake. I carefully let my fingers brush against his.

We're on our way to the book store and he tells me something about what happened to Bunce this morning, but I'm only half listening. The other half is freaking out right now. Obviously, I'm not letting it show, but one half of my brain thinks about what he says and the other half shouts “HOLY SHIT”, repeatedly, and followed by the odd “FUCK I'M ON A DATE WITH SIMON SNOW”. Honestly, what the fuck is happening. Part of me thinks I'm having hallucinations.

Okay, Baz. Collect yourself. If you're doing this, you need to be fully present. Just concentrate on the date. Concentrate on Simon.

Is he even going to like it at the book store? What the hell was I thinking, taking Simon Snow to a date in a book store? I just panicked and thought about a place that relaxes me. A familiar environment. He's going to hate this date, isn't he? He gave me a shot, one shot, and I ruin it. Of course.

I think that maybe he's just pulling my leg. Or maybe I've gone crazy. Last week, Simon Snow looked so stunning, and perhaps I just went mad looking at him. Wouldn't be all that surprising, to be honest.

I sat on my bed, reading a book, when suddenly, I heard the door open. I lifted my head and saw Snow standing in the door way. I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“Have – Have you gotten a new sweater?” “Huh? Oh. Yeah. Penny picked it for me.” Fucking Bunce. And his hair. What was up with his hair today? I couldn't stop staring at him. So, what? Now that we're almost-friends, all my self-control has jumped out of the window?! I put the book down, but kept my gaze on his face. It made me almost angry. What gave him the right to show up in our room, looking so fucking beautiful?

“Baz?”

He gave me a weird look. Because, yes, in that moment, I was losing my mind, a little bit. And maybe I had been slacking. Since we were on a truce, I'd allowed myself way too often to enjoy myself. I'd forgotten where the lines were. I'd forgotten that I wasn't allowed to shamelessly admire Snow.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” And then he came closer to me because he has no discretion or sense for self-preservation whatsoever. And my mouth had gone dry, and my brain had killed itself along with my self-control, and as a result I couldn't form any coherent words. Or, well, I guess they were coherent, but not logical or sensible.

I wanted to shout at him and get angry for being so freaking attractive, but when I finally spoke, my voice came out soft.

“Because I would really like to kiss you right now.”

And then I kept staring at him, with glassy eyes, because I'm an idiot. Only when he said: “What!?” I snapped out of it. Thanks for coming back, brain, you're only ten seconds and one self-destructive sentence too late. All that you can do now is write my testament, you useless thing.

Simon recoiled and I jumped up. He looked at me like he was afraid of me, like I was about to Turn him or rip off his head or – maybe that's just what he looked like when he thought I was about to kiss him. Moron. As if I'd ever kiss him. Not even when I was completely out of my senses. I'm not suicidal, after all.

Then he turned around and slammed the door shut. My heart was beating fast and I fell back on the bed, thinking that this time, I'd truly fucked up.

Snow doesn't react to my hand against his, but it might just be because he's too self-absorbed, not because he's ignoring me. So I decide to just go for it, and intertwine his fingers with mine. For one anxious moment, he doesn't respond, but then he wraps his fingers around my hand and keeps talking, as if nothing had happened. Nothing has happened. Except for Simon Snow holding my hand, holy shit.

I'm afraid my palm will start sweating, even though it rarely does. It's ridiculous, but I fear that Snow will decide that he'll never hold my hand again. (And as pathetic as it sounds, most of the reason why I resent that thought is because his touch makes me feel alive, not because it'd hurt my feelings.)

Finally, I spot the sign of the little second-hand shop.

“There it is,” I exclaim and pull Simon with me into the shop. See, the problem is that I hadn't actually planned further ahead than this. What do I do, now that I'm in a book store on a date with the boy I've been in love with for almost eight years?

But then, suddenly, Snow turns to me and sends me a smile that makes my heart clench.

“This is so you, Baz. I think I always imagined a date with you involved books.”

“You imagined me on a date?” “Uhm. Yeah. Well. I guess I just wondered whether you ever had a girlfriend.” Idiot. Of course he didn't imagine himself on a date with you. So, I don't push it. I just tighten my grip around his hand. Somehow, it steadies me and I take a deep breath to clear my head.

“So,” I smirk. “What kind of books does the Chosen One read?” He shoots me an insecure glance.

“I, um, don't exactly read much.” “What?!” “Christ, Baz, don't look at me like I just murdered your child. I just don't have much time, you know, between slaying monsters and school and all...” “Well, reading is important. Knowledge is power, Snow. How are you going to take over the world if you have never read Shakespeare or, I don't know, 'A Brief History of Time' by Stephen Hawking?”

He giggles. “Of course you think you'd need bloody Shakespeare to take over the world. Anyway, if you're going to keep calling me the Chosen One, you can't expect me to have any evil takeover plans. That's like, the part of the supervillain. I'm supposed to stop you.”

“See, you do know about literature.”

“Or about bad superhero movies. Does that make you happy?” “It's a start.”

When Snow smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkle and his cheeks get dimples and his eyes light up – it's a vivid spectacle. One he hasn't shown me that often.

The ceiling of the store is rather low, and the shelves take up all the room. The books are old and broken, but I prefer this store to regular ones. For one, there are never many people here. Usually, there are only one or two people beside me. Also, these books seem familiar. Their dusty look and weird smell reminds me of home.

To me, this store is like a hiding place. A refuge, far away from reality.

I guess I should've thought more about bringing Simon here. About the fact that he could never understand what this place means to me.

“So, what are we doing here?” “Buying books, obviously.”

He still hasn't let go of my hand. I tug him down the aisle.

“Let's make it a game.”

“What game?” “Like a contest. Who can find the most ridiculous book title?”

“What?” “Come on, Snow. Most of these books are the trash that people didn't want any more. I'm sure we'll find some good stuff.”

“Okay, then. It's on.”

Unfortunately, he lets go of my hand, so we can walk in different directions. We spend a few minutes searching, before meeting again.

“Alright, let me start,” Snow says and holds up a book. 'How to Avoid Huge Ships'. “Very useful,” I remark. “But not as useful as this.” I show him 'the Manly Art of Knitting'.

“Hm, I'll give you that one. But I also found some for you. Here.” He gives me 'The Practical Pyromaniac'. I glare at him. Fine. Two can play this game.

“Funny, Snow, because I also found some very fitting ones for you.” Then, I hand him 'How to Raise Your I.Q. by Eating'. He snickers.

“If you figured out how to do this, I think you could even outsmart Bunce.”

“Fine, but I think I can beat you on that one,” he says and holds up 'Eating People is Wrong'. Fuck him.

“'Everything I Want to Do Is Illegal'.” “There's a book called like that?” He laughs and my anger washes away. Until he shows me his last book. 'Fancy Coffins To Make Yourself'.

I can't believe him.

“Thought you might need it.”

I raise my head, gather some dignity and say: “'Anybody Can Be Cool.'” Then I take a pause for dramatic tension. I lower my gaze.

“'...but Awesome Takes Practise.'” I shove the book in Snow's face. He bursts out laughing.

“Okay, fine, you win. What now?” “Now we go and find the ugliest cover.”

Which goes well, until I show him the cover of Twilight and he says: “But... Baz! That's your life story!”

I role my eyes. I shouldn't have brought him here. I should've known he would just keep making stupid vampire jokes at me.

I can't remember the last time I ever laughed so much. (I can't remember if I ever laughed so much.) Eventually, we sink down next to each other and just sit on the floor. Simon turns his head and gives me the tiniest smile. I can't help but beam at him. (Beam? Really, Baz? Contain yourself. But I can't. I can't stop it. I think I feel almost – could it be? Am I really – Am I happy? Damn.)

I reach out my hand and Snow takes it and I can't believe that I'm sitting in a smelly book store next to a cute guy who holds my hand. No, not just a cute guy. Next to Simon Snow. The guy with the destiny girlfriend who was supposed to kill me some day. He's here. With me. It seems so unreal and unlikely. The only thing keeping me on the ground is the soft squeeze of his fingers. And I know that he's real.

“I actually do have a favourite book, you know,” he says now, softly.

“Tell me about it,” I answer and start tracing circles on the back of his hand.

“Okay, so, it's about this orphan who is supposed to save the world. She has to defend it against an evil villain, but she's actually just a kid.” “Sounds familiar.” “Don't mock me about this.” “I'm not mocking you. I'm listening. Just... tell me more, please.” “Well, the world is on her shoulders and she crumbles apart underneath it. And, then, one day it just gets too much. And she shows up at the villain's hideout, but she doesn't want to fight... Just talk. All she wants is to understand him.” I swallow and avert my eyes.

“So, they talk, and they become friends.” “Just like that?” “Yeah... Just like that.”

For a moment, we just look in each other's eyes. My heart is racing fast and I'm sure this means something, but I can't think straight.

“I guess they are both villains after that, and someone needs to come to remind them again what it means to be human, but... at least they have each other.”

My voice is raw when I try to speak.

“I – I'd like to read it sometime.” Tentatively, Simon pushes a book in my hand. I look down and see that it's the one he's just been talking about.

He sheepishly looks up at me.

“Yeah, I found it and... wanted to give it to you.”

“Thanks.”

I'm on the verge of tears and I don't understand why. I just push the book close to my heart and hold it there. I try to calm myself and stand up, offering Snow a hand.

“Let's go,” I say and smirk. “I'm not done yet.”

I was half mad when Snow returned. So what now? Was he going to start a fight? I was tired of fighting.

Snow didn't look at me and I wondered whether it was always going to be that way from now on. He would never be able to even look at me again. He would probably act like even more of a moron than he already was around me.

But then he got closer and sat on the bed next to me. My body tensed up and I waited for him to speak. (To humiliate me? To rip out my heart and stomp on it?)

He looked so lost, so confused, that for a second I thought he didn't even know he was here. Or that I was right next to him. Then he reached out a hand, but I flinched away.

If he wasn't going to speak, fine, I'd do it.

“Listen, Snow, we can just forget this happened, okay? It'll be fine. Just pretend I never mentioned anything.”

“Baz...” he said as if he hadn't heard me. “Have you – Are you -”

I didn't answer, I just pulled my knees up and hugged them with my arms.

“Please,” I whimpered, because I'd have pleaded him if I had to. I'd have done anything to make him act like the last hour had never happened.

“I don't want to pretend you never said that.”

Of course he didn't. I pressed my forehead against my knees. All I wanted was for this nightmare to end.

“So what are you going to do now?” I asked. “Torment me?”

“I was thinking -”

He hesitated. “You could take me on a date.” “What?!” Had he really just said that?

“On Saturday.” “Are you trying to trick me?” “No, I'm serious. Completely.” He looked at me with wide eyes and I couldn't do anything other than stare at him.

“I want to try this. Please.” Try this? Try what? Was he insane?

“O-okay.” Was I insane?

I still don't know what he is getting out of this, but I'm going to make it last for as long as I can. (Does he want to be my boyfriend? No. Possibly?)

We're sitting in the coffee shop just around the corner. Snow is sipping the Pumpkin Mocha Breve that the barista makes just for me. I'm a regular in this Starbucks but Snow's never been here before.

“How can you drink that?” Snow asks and pulls a face. “It tastes like a candy bar.” “What's wrong with that?”

“Nothing at all.”

I shoot him a mistrustful glance, but he ignores me and starts talking about his favourite drinks. He looks different, the way his eyes glow. It might just be the lighting, but he's practically shining. (It might just be how ridiculously enamoured I am with him.)

It's nice sitting here, at a table by the window, just talking about nothing and everything.

And I do like listening to him. I want to know everything about him, every thought he has, no matter how ridiculous. And I want to keep seeing his eyes glow like that, and his smile brighten exactly that way... I don't think I'll ever grow tired of looking at him. Or holding his hand. As long as he'll let me.

Before I know it, we are the only ones left and it's gone dark outside. I want to keep him here, just save this moment forever. But the barista gives me an impatient look and I know that every moment has to end sometime.

Back in our room, I know that I somehow have to put an end to the date. I have to say something, something like: “That was nice,” or “Could we do this again, sometime?” Maybe I should kiss him. But I've never kissed anyone before, and perhaps he doesn't want me to either. Perhaps it's just me whose heart is beating fast and who can't let this moment go.

“So,” he says and I close my eyes because I can't bare to look at him.

“So, uhm,” I mutter, because I'm at a loss of words. He should say something, shouldn't he? He knows how this kind of thing works.

“So, did I ruin it?” I eventually say. “Will you not go on a second date with me?” “What do you mean?” “I mean,” I take a deep breath, “have you decided if you want to go on a second date?” I stay still for a second. Then he laughs. I turn my head away. I guess that means no. I try not to blush, and fail. I don't want him to know how humiliated I am. One date. I should be glad he even let me have that.

But then he grabs my arm.

“I was always going to go on a second date with you. I'd even go on a second date if this had been the most terrible date in the world.” “Was it?” “No, you idiot.” “But I took you to the book store and you don't even like reading.”

He smiles. I think it's killing me.

“It doesn't matter where you take me, Baz, as long as it's with you.” “But you have gone on so many dates already – you're an expert and I've never done this before...” “You've never done this before?”

He looks surprised. Fuck. I didn't mean for him to know that. Then, I just shrug.

“I've only been in love once.” “Only once? With whom?” I glare at him. Seconds pass, then he gets it.

“Oh.” “Yeah.”

My hands start fidgeting. “Too soon?” You aren't supposed to declare your love on the first date. Even I know that. (Especially when there's a high chance that it's not reciprocated.) “No, I – I think I'm in love with you, Baz.” I look up in his bright honest eyes and I don't believe him. How could I believe him? But then he lifts his hand to touch my cheek. My eyes flutter closed and I'm lost.

“I love you, Baz,” he repeats, and I'm completely gone.

“I don't want this date to end,” Simon whispers. “Me neither,” I whisper back and pull him towards his bed. We lay next to each other, wordless, just staring into each other's eyes. And we simply don't let it end. Tonight, I'm falling asleep next to Simon Snow. It's a miracle. It's impossible. And he's still holding my hand.