#its kickball right?

[bell4316-blog]

Mikey playing kickball

[dexteri0us]

you could be the one that could mess me up; you could be the one that'll break me down

pairing: dexter morgan x f!reader

warnings: fluff, college!au, summer camp!au, rivalry

summary: what’s tougher: coaching science-crazed kids or competing with Dexter for the camp championship?

w/c: like 3k

a/n: a little something for my fellow Dexter fans

The sun was beating down on the field, and you were already starting to regret not grabbing your water bottle. Your team of elementary schoolers was bouncing around you like they’d been given espresso shots instead of juice boxes, their energy sky-high for the last day of camp. And who could blame them? Today was the big showdown – the ultimate battle between Team A and Team B. Your team, obviously, was Team A which, you reminded them every chance you got, was the first letter of the alphabet for a reason.

You scanned the field, making sure everyone had their places, when you saw a stray kickball, sitting just past the starting line. You sighed. As much as you loved your kids, “picking up after themselves” was an elusive skill for most of them. You told them to hold tight for a second and jogged over to retrieve it.

Just as you were about to grab the ball, you saw Dexter walking up beside you, giving you that unreadable look, as usual. You smirked before he even had a chance to speak.

“Well, if it isn’t the illustrious Team B leader himself,” you said, bending down to pick up the ball. “Here to observe greatness in action?” you asked with a proud smile on your face.

Dexter didn’t miss a beat, casually handing you a bottle of water and raising an eyebrow. “Greatness? I think you’re setting them up for disappointment.”

“Oh, really?” you grinned, turning to face him as you spun the ball between your pointer fingers before resting it on your hip and taking the water. “Coming from the guy whose team spent ten minutes building an egg drop contraption that looked like a rejected spaceship model?”

Dexter’s face didn’t change, but you could see the spark of amusement in his eyes. He took the smallest step forward, as if to intimidate you. “That ‘rejected spaceship model’ actually worked, if you remember correctly,” he replied smoothly. “Unlike some teams’ eggs, which ended up looking like scrambled breakfast.”

He was right, of course. His egg drop design looked like it had come from an old sci-fi movie, a quirky contraption with beams, paddings, and an absurd amount of plastic wrap. You had no idea where he got all that, either way, it worked.

It wasn’t even surprising; Dexter had always taken unexpected routes to solve problems. His mind just worked differently. You knew he had a wild imagination; you could tell when he’d shown you some of his high school lab projects, each one stranger and more intricate than the last, and always with that unmistakable Dexter touch that landed him at the top of the class every time. Even now in college, he was still securing the highest grades, beating out students who had twice the resources and flashy internships.

Honestly, Dexter was probably the smartest person you knew, and being able to go toe-to-toe with him here at camp wasn’t just a thrill – it was an honor.

It was part of what made this science camp so special. It wasn’t just some neighborhood summer program; it was hosted by your college’s STEM department, high-level experience for kids that were intrigued by the world of science. Or even those who were just curious about the basic laws of nature ruling our world. The camp was selective about who it chose to lead, and the program heads always made sure to match top students with the best opportunities.

You knew Dexter had signed up for the challenge partly because he’d mentioned wanting to “quit an old habit” and keep himself busy during summer. He hadn’t told you much beyond that – just something vague about needing to break a pattern, occupy his time in a way that felt constructive. This camp, with its structure, routine and purpose was a way for him to do that.

And then, there was the way he was around kids. Despite his reserved nature, he seemed at ease with them, almost unguarded. Dexter seemed different, and only a few people got to experience this side of him. He once joked to you that kids’ brains were underdeveloped enough that he didn’t have to fake emotions or second-guess his reactions around them.

But right now, there was a different Dexter in front of you – not a soft Dexter, not a reserved Dexter. There was a smirking, overly confident camp leader Dexter who thought he could take you down. You hated that he felt comfortable enough to be this cocky towards you. So no, you weren’t about to let your admiration show. You'd have enough time to let yourself sneak a few appreciative glances at him when he wasn’t looking, but right here, with the competition about to continue? You weren’t going to let him talk you down.

You stepped closer too, having to crane your neck a little to keep eye contact. “Don’t worry. My team and I have an actual strategy. Not just a bunch of science facts thrown together like a five-paragraph essay.”

He snorted, his eyebrows rising. “It’s a science camp. Facts are kind of the point. Your strategy is taking the name Team A and thinking that it will actually secure you the first place.”

You scoffed and turned around, walking towards your team and Dexter was quick to follow you.

 “First letter, first place. It’s called manifestation. It’s like destiny. We’re literally setting ourselves up for success from the start.”

He shook his head with a little laugh. “You realize it’s just a letter, right? It doesn’t have, like, mystical powers or anything.”

You couldn’t help but cackle, his words making you stop again and some of the smaller heads turn in your direction, silently watching the respected leaders of the science camp bicker. He was unbelievable.

“Please, you’re just pissed that I called it first.”

Despite Dexter being stoic and unpopular among his peers, he was good with kids, and you were aware of that. He was a lab geek to everyone, even his fellow students who majored in science too -- everyone was supposed to be a lab geek! - But most didn’t know that he was actually very creative. You knew that and this was just bitterness talking.

“It’s the first thing people see, the first letter people think of. It exudes victory. Doesn’t Team B just sound… second-rate by comparison?”

He gave you a deadpan look, which only made you want to argue for your team more.

“Team B,” he said, with an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression, “actually stands for best. Maybe even better. I wouldn’t be so quick to assume we’re coming in second.”

You shook your head and bit your cheek, contemplating your next words. You brought the ball that was on your hip to his chest, slightly pushing him with it, but he didn’t budge. He just took it as he waited for your next remark.

“My Team A kids are about to wipe the floor with your Team Better.”

He chuckled and threw the ball into the air before catching it. “We’ll see about that,” he said, eyes glinting with that calm confidence that always got under your skin.

You turned to your group again, arms stretched for emphasis. “See? He’s already trying to play mind games because he knows Team A is unstoppable!”

The kids cheered, and you looked back at Dexter, who was fighting a grin.

“Careful,” he said, “I’d hate to see you go down after all that talk.”

You leaned closer, and you saw his eyelids flutter, finally a sign of weakness.

“And I’d hate to see you hand over those first-place prizes with that smug look wiped off your face.”

You found yourselves in a silent, smirking standoff. His lips curved ever so slightly, daring you to say something more. The corners of your mouth tugged upward in response. You weren't backing down, and neither was he, testing each other, seeing who would blink first. You let your eyes drop just briefly, enough to catch the flutter of his lashes, but a voice from behind cut through the haze, breaking the moment like a splash of cold water.

“You’re going down, Mr. Dexter!”

You both turned toward your team, seeing one of the more spirited girls in your group, Sarah, giving Dexter a withering stare.

You crossed your arms, looking at Dexter. “See? You’ve gotta inspire these kids, Dexter. Get them excited! Pumped!” you slapped his triceps as if to emphasize your point, and he side-eyed you. “No wonder Team B’s lagging behind,” you switched your expression to an exaggerated pity, sighing and shaking your head.

“Alright,” he murmured, your trash talking finally getting to him. “I gotta go. I have to tell my team about Team A’s lack of structural integrity and how we’re going to crush them in the obstacle course.”

You gave him a taunting smile, before he walked away.

“And thanks for the water!” you lifted the bottle in the air and he turned, nodding at you with a genuine smile. Before he headed to his kids, he made a stop where your team was hanging. Despite him being the leader of the opposing team, instead of being intimidated or intimidating, the kids smiled at him, some of them running up to him and showing him a bug they just found in the grass.

You watched him stop right in front of Sarah, crouching down to her eye level with an inquisitive look. “Did I just hear you say I’m going down?”

She shifted her feet, but held her ground, her cheeks red. Kind of like you when you first met him. “Well…yeah!” she crossed her arms, mustering her bravest face. Honestly, you couldn’t be prouder. “We’re Team A, so we’re winning this competition – duh! Plus, we have Ms. YN, and you don’t!”

“Point taken, Sarah,” he said with a chuckle. “I think you’re ready to start a motivational business someday.” The kids giggled, including Sarah who had a proud smile on her face. Dexter raised his eyebrows expectantly, offering his hand to Sarah. “May the best team win, then.”

She shook his hand and with one last look to you, he left. You made your way to your team and gave Sarah and some other kids high-five.

“Did you see his face, Ms. YN? He knows we’re gonna win!”

You laughed, nodding. “Oh, he definitely knows. Let’s make sure he remembers it.”

You sat in your chair and watched your kids, dressed in their teams’ tie-dyed orange t-shirts as some of them were clutching their juice boxes trying the slurp up the last drop, some were still playing with their DIY space shuttles from the NASA day, and some were playing tag or patty cake with each other.

It had been a great few weeks and you couldn't believe the camp was almost over. It was always hard for you to say goodbye. Some of the kids came back every year and you were happy to see their faces. Of course, there is a few bad eggs, but the overall experience was always amazing. And even though it might have not seemed that way, you enjoyed sharing that experience with Dexter, who was one of the smartest people you knew.

You turned around, looking in the direction of his team, watching him sitting on the ground, stealing Franklin’s hat, exposing the boy’s ruffled hair as Dexter put it on his own head, the hat obviously too small for him. Franklin tried to get it back, reaching for it, but Dexter quickly snatched it away and held it out of his reach, making the boy crawl over him as he laughed hysterically.

Your heart fluttered at the sight, but you shook it off, turning back to your team and making a regular head count.

The rest of the afternoon flew by as the competition heated up. Your team was cheering like maniacs after each round, pumping each other up with a team spirit that only a summer camp could create.

Next up was a chemistry challenge, where each team had to mix different chemicals to create a specific color in their beakers. Your team surged ahead, mixing the combination quickly, while Dexter’s team carefully measured out each drop.

“Come on, Team A! Don’t let Team B show us up!” you encouraged, but your team’s rush and Dexter’s team’s focus worked in his favor, adding a few point to his part of the scoreboard.

As the afternoon wore on, the two groups moved from one challenge to the next, each victory and loss met with cheers and groans. Finally, the last event arrived: the biology obstacle course. The campers were buzzing with excitement, and you could barely contain your grin as you glanced across the field at Dexter. The score was pretty much tied, and it all came down to this.

“Alright, A’s,” you said, crouching down to your group’s level. “This is it. Remember to have fun, and let’s give it everything we’ve got.”

The obstacle course was a test of agility and knowledge. Each camper had to climb through a “jungle” of hanging ropes, identify plastic animal replicas hidden among the trees, and finish by sprinting to the finish line with a “baby bird” (a rubber ball) in a spoon.

Your team went first, charging through the course with surprising speed. Dexter was impressed but kept his expression neutral. His campers were determined to outdo them, each one putting in their best effort as they charged through the course, cheered on by Dexter’s calm, steady encouragement.

When the final camper crossed the finish line, you and Dexter called your teams together to tally up the points. The competition had been so close that neither group was sure who had won.

“Alright,” Dexter said, reading off the scorecard. “And the winner is…” he paused, dramatically prolonging the suspense, while you shot him an exaggerated look of impatience.

“Team A!” he announced, unable to keep from smiling as your team erupted in cheers. He felt bad for his team, but a flicker of pride rose in his chest as he watched you celebrate with your kids, hugging a few of the campers. You shot Dexter a smug, triumphant look, mouthing “I told you so.”

The losing team received consolation prizes – a handful of science-themed chocolate bars and some novelty key chains shaped like tiny beakers and DNA strands. The kids took it all in stride, laughing and goofing off as they filed back to their cabins, waving at you and Dexter as they disappeared down the paths.

You and Dexter began gathering up the supplies left over from the relay race. Every so often, you’d bump shoulders or catch each other’s eyes and share a smile.

As the last of the campers drifted out of view, you took a long breath, letting it out slowly as the day’s exhaustion sank into your muscles. You stretched your arms overhead, feeling that familiar soreness, and smiled as you glanced over at him.

“Guess that makes me the science camp champion, huh?”

Dexter chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “For this year, maybe. Next year, though, don’t get too comfortable.”

You laughed, feeling a spark of joy as you realized, yes, you would look forward to next year – another summer with him, another chance to see this side of him. You were alone by now, perched on the steps of the main cabin where the camp leaders, cooks, and cleaners stayed during camp sessions. You leaned back, savoring the quiet, the fading light of the day casting a soft glow over the campgrounds.

Dexter sat down beside you, resting his elbows on his knees as he gazed out at the now-quiet field, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. After a moment, you scooted closer, letting your chin dig into his shoulder. Gently, you threaded your arm through his, reaching for his hand and giving it a small squeeze. He looked down, his expression softening as he turned to you, and suddenly you were so close your noses were almost touching, the fading sunlight casting shadows over his features and catching on the ginger stubble along his jawline.

“Same time, same place?” you murmured, your voice low and quiet.

Dexter didn’t answer – not with words, anyway. Instead, he lifted a hand to brush away the baby hair from your forehead before closing the space between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

You always made his heart beat so fast, he didn’t know how it hadn't burst already. You were one of two things that made him feel this way and it was a perfect balance of light and darkness.

His stubble scratched lightly against your skin, a slight irritation that you secretly loved. It made you smile against his lips, feeling a familiar thrill rush through you.

You remember teasing him about it early on in your relationship, only for him to take it too literally and show up the next day, clean-shaven. You’d laughed, explaining that it was just a joke, and that you loved his rough edges. It made you love him more, it was just so Dexter.

Since then, he’d kept his natural look, but sometimes, you’d see that flicker of hesitation, trying to understand the meaning behind your words and actions. It reminded you how hard he tried to learn the language of affection, your love language, and you tried to learn and understand his. It put you into perfect synchrony.

He leaned into the kiss with more force before pulling away and letting his forehead rest against yours, noses brushing as he lingered there, his hand still holding yours as you drew circles on his skin with your thumb.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, his usual calm and stoic replaced by a rare warmth as he looked at you.

You smiled and kissed his shoulder before resting your head against it, letting your eyes close for just a moment.

“It’s so quiet.” you sighed, enjoying the peaceful moment. That’s something you'd missed. Even though you loved the camp, you weren't really a fan of chaos, and this? Having the moment to breathe in the warm scent of pine trees, to hear the birds singing and crickets chirping and to be in Dexter’s embrace is like a reward.

“Funny you’d say that, considering how much noise you make.” He glanced down at you, raising his eyebrows. “Half the chaos around here has been you cheering your team to victory.”

You scoffed, too tired to put up a fight this time. “I’m just an enthusiastic leader.”

“Oh, I know,” he said, a hint of smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re definitely enthusiastic. I’m pretty sure you broke the sound barrier.”

You poked him in the ribs, and he genuinely laughed. A sound that you appreciated greatly, because you were one of the few people that got to hear it. As his laughter faded, he leaned in and pressed his lips softly to the crown of your head.

You watched the sun dip lower, your heart full as you let yourself drift into the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing.

a/n2: thanks for making it this far! soo, what do we think? i'll appreciate any kind of feedback! also, i'd love to explore this relationship more, so maybe we'll see these two again!

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

fearless - d. wagner

a/n: i know wagner wednesday was yesterday, but fuck it. everyone can leave me alone I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!! notes/warnings: extremely suggestive relationship, no use of y/n, secret relationships, tooth rotting fluff at the end, childhood best friends to lovers, danny being jealous, cursing, like so many allusions to fucking, me writing this late at night, sam, josh and jake being extremely oblivious like just the epitome of "so close! that is a shape! <3" word count: 2.3k summary: daniel has been acting awfully weird lately. luckily, the kiszka brothers are on the case! pairing: danny wagner x gn! reader now playing: fearless (taylor's version) - taylor swift “run your hands through your hair/absentmindedly making me want you/and i don't know how it gets better than this/you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless"

Samuel Kiszka had met you way back in elementary school, back when you were kind of regarded as a freak. You were playing with a ladybug on the playground during recess, and he came over and asked what you were doing. When you explained, he became fascinated with the ladybug and declared you would be its parents. Then, a stray kickball had flew over, crushing your new baby bug. Some kid laughed at Sam when he started to cry, so you decided to punch that little fucker in the face.

You had been best friends ever since.

A year after that, he came to you and introduced you to a different kid he had met in his new class, the one right beside yours. His name was Daniel.

And since then, it’s always been the three of you, against everything.

You became awfully close with the Wagners and with the Kiszkas, going as far as to call them your family. You grew up in sort of a rough environment, but there was always a place for you on Daniel’s couch or Sammy’s floor.

You smoked your first blunt together, took your first shots together, and cried over breakups that didn’t even matter anymore.

You were a tech kid in high school with a certain knack for equipment and stage managing. Sam and Danny were just starting to get more serious about their music, so there was a time when you didn’t see each other that much. You were busy with whatever production your high school was putting on, and they had formed a band with Sam’s older brothers, Jake and Josh.

You knew it had been Jake’s dream for years, so besides their mother, you consider yourself the first Greta Van Fleet fan.

When their song, Highway Tune, went viral, you just knew it meant huge things for them. You could see it in Jake’s face, hear it in Josh’s voice. This was something bigger than any of you. So, you weren’t really shocked when they came to you and told you that they had a record deal and a few shows booked around the country.

You were only sad that you’d be stuck in Michigan while your best friends toured around the country, maybe even the world.

Then, Sammy told you a stipulation of their contract was that you would get to be on the set team, and with enough experience, you’d lead that team in all the equipment and stage management you could get your hands on.

And you jumped in with them, headfirst, fearless.

That was years ago, and you haven’t looked back since.

But then Sam started to notice something.

Daniel Wagner had been distracted. Never a good thing to be while on tour.

So, he came to you with the problem.

“I’m telling you, there is something up with Daniel!” He practically whined as you packed your bag to go to the next venue.

“Sammy, nothing is up with Daniel. There’s no way.”

“He doesn’t eat, he is always staring off into the distance, he’s always scribbling in his little notebook, he’s acting weird!”

“You guys are on tour, that’s stressful. Maybe he’s just like, at max stress.” You argue, checking that you have your lights and pyro cues for the next stop of the tour.

“Why aren’t you worried about this? You should be worried, he’s your best friend too!”

You stop what you’re doing and turn to face him.

“Maybe he’s fallen madly in love with someone.”

Sam actually laughs out loud at the thought.

“Good one!” He says with a goofy grin on his face. “We would know if he was in love, don’t you think?” He asks.

“Then I just don’t know, Sammy. Go argue with Jake and Josh about this, I have to go meet with the crew about the inventory for the road.” You say, and Sam just drops it to go do exactly that.

His brothers are on the tour bus when he gets there and luckily, Danny is running late. And he is sure to mention that.

“Seems like Daniel is late again... He’s been doing that a lot, huh?” He says, trying not to act too suspiciously.

Josh and Jake share this look, like they’re trying to figure out if Sam has a point or not. But Jake starts to really think about it, and you know what? Shockingly, their younger brother does in fact have a point.

“Now that you mention it, He is acting kind of weird.” He says softly, and Josh nods.

“I had to ask him for my earrings back the other day and when I got to his room, he looked like I caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to. I thought he was in the middle of jerking off but now that I think about it, he’s been like that a lot. Always acting like a deer in the headlights.”

So, the whole situation perplexes them, but before they can say anything else on the matter, Danny strolls onto the tour bus.

“Good morning, boys! How are we today?” Now that they had all discussed it, any behavior from him would be suspicious.

“Fine. Why are you late, Dan?” Danny was immediately alarmed by this, since Sam never called him Dan. It was always Danny or Daniel.

“Uh, I just lost my shoes in the room, and they were under my bed. Sorry, I didn’t realize I was keeping you guys waiting.”

Josh, the only one able to play anything cool, just nods, “It’s alright, we weren’t waiting for long. We should probably discuss the setlist for tonight.” Jake hums but he can’t help but notice that Danny has these large black stud earrings in. And he’s sure he’s seen them before, but he can’t quite put his finger on were.

For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.

They stop at a rest stop that afternoon, along with most of the tech crew who travel in their own bus. You go to check in on your boys and buy Sam a snack as a peace offering for not believing him this morning.

But instead, you run into Josh, who decides to find the others with you. You get to talking but you feel him staring at your face, and you blush.

“What, do I have something on my face?” You ask bashfully.

“No,” he hums softly, tilting his head. “You just— Where’d you get that necklace?” He swears he’s seen it before but can’t put his finger on it.

Your hand goes up to fiddle with the necklace, almost nervously.

“It’s a gift from my sister, I wore it when we graduated, remember?” Josh does not remember.

For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, Toots, Guess I forgot.” He links arms with you, “Let’s go find the guys, huh?” He smiles. Happy to drop the subject, you go with him willingly.

Sammy, Danny, and Jake are getting their snacks when something catches Danny’s eye, and he won’t stop staring, so Sam looks to see what he could be so bothered by. And all he sees is his older brother, linking arms with you.

He smacks Danny’s arm, whose head snaps to look at him.

“Just Josh, Dude. At Ease, Soldier.” He teases. But he can’t shake this feeling that Danny was bothered by it. But why would he be?

Nothing else weird happens throughout the day, and the show that night goes well. So well, in fact that they invite you to a local bar where they can grab a few drinks and decompress from the day. And that goes really well too, except when Sam sees you the next morning and hickeys cover your neck.

“Dude! What the fuck!?” He asks, investigating your neck further. You blush and shove him off gently.

“Relax, Sammy, I just—I hooked up with someone last night that I met at the bar, and they were kind of rough. No big deal, I’ll never see them again.” You say, with a casual shrug.

Something is off about your tone. But he says nothing.

For now, he lets it go. But he keeps it in the back of his mind for later.

And then, he notices these earrings you have in.

Large black diamond studs.

“Nice Earrings.” He comments casually. He swears he’s seen them before, but like, recently! It perplexes him a bit and it must show on his face, because you are quick to clear up any confusion.

“Oh, thanks! I wore them last night for the bar and I just forgot to take them out. They aren’t too casual, so I don’t wear them too often.”

And it makes enough sense. Why would you lie to him about something as stupid as that?

Then, when he sees Danny that night, he’s covered in hickeys.

And Sam thinks he might still be drunk or high, or both. Because what the fuck is going on?! You both were acting strange, and he’s noticing these little things, so he decides to confide in Josh and Jake again, who relay their findings, and they decide they must confront Danny together.

Danny is not too shocked when he goes to get undressed and get his makeup removed only to find the boys waiting for him there. It took him a while to get back to the dressing room.

“Oh, hey guys! Sorry, I didn’t realize you were waiting for me. I got caught up talking to one of the security guards and then I got lost, this venue is so damn confusing.” And then Sam knows he’s lying because if HE could figure out how to return to the dressing room, then Danny, who has an amazing sense of direction, definitely could!

“What’s going on with you, Man?” he asks as he begins to wipe the makeup off his face.

“What? Nothing is going on with me, dude, I told you I just got lost.”

“Bullshit,” Josh calls. “You’re distracted, always late, and have suspiciously good jewelry taste as of late!”

“Yeah! And it’s affecting other people too,” Jake recalls, “Even the tech crew has noticed it! Our stage manager, our best friend, is acting weird too, and I have a feeling it’s because of your shady actions!”

And that’s when it hits Sam.

The earrings.

The hickeys.

The necklace.

The lateness.

The god damn hickeys.

“Just be real with us, Danny—” Josh starts, before Sam stands up.

“MOTHERFUCKER!” He gasps.

And that stops everyone in their tracks. He says your name to Danny, and it immediately catches his attention.

“What about them?” He asks.

“Are you sleeping with them?” Sam asks.

“What?! Sammy, c’mon—”

“Daniel Wagner, are you fucking our stage manager?!”

There’s a pause.

“Sammy. You’re acting—”

“Answer the question.”

“No!” He sighs. “I think they are lovely, and I would love to, and I want to take them on dates and woo them, but I am not fucking our stage manager, Sam. You guys are being paranoid. And if you don’t mind I’d prefer they don’t know about the fact that I like them, okay?”

All the other boys nod. Of course, It makes perfect sense! You and Danny both like each other but you aren’t able to tell each other that because of your long-standing friendship, but you’re sharing jewelry as a way of subtly telling each other. And that explains why he was staring at you and Josh the other day! And the hickeys were from other people because you couldn’t have each other! Duh! Maybe he really did get lost going back to the dressing room.

The conversation quickly shifts and moves on from Danny’s confession, and everything is normal. They could help you realize that the feelings were reciprocated.

When Danny eventually makes it out of there, he makes his way back to his hotel room. But on his way up, he quickly checks to see if any of the boys are following him, before making a stop on the way.

The knock on your door doesn’t startle you, in fact, you were kind of ready for it. You had gotten back a little while ago and turned on the shower to let it heat up. When you answer it, you grin up at him and grab his arm, pulling him inside. He shuts the door behind himself, before his arms are around your waist, leaning in for a long kiss.

It’s full of this gentleness that he grants you because, well, he always greets you with one sweet, truly loving kiss.

When he pulls away, he grins back at you.

“Hi, sweets.” He hums.

“Hey, handsome.” You respond, “Did you put the boys to bed like I asked?” He laughs at your phrasing, leaning down to kiss your jaw. And then your neck. Again. And again. And one more time for good measure.

“Mhm. They asked me if we were together though.” He keeps kissing your neck.

“I figured as much; they’ve been acting weird.”

“They might think I have a crush on you, now.” He says between kisses.

“And what would give them that idea?” You ask.

“…The fact that I told them I had a crush on you.”

“Well, do you?”

“Mm... I dunno. Might have to kiss you a few more times before I decide for certain.” You grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah... Maybe a little more than kissing too...”

“Well, don’t let me stand in the way of your methods, Danny.”

He grins, and kisses you again, this time, deeper, with none of the gentleness of the initial kiss. But there’s a new feeling you get from him now. Hunger.

And you kiss back, as if you have something deeper than hunger. Starvation, maybe.

And you don’t think either of you will ever be satiated.

By the end of the night, he decides he most definitely has a crush on you.

[autumnslance]

FFXIV Write 2024: 23 On Cloud Nine

(730ish words of Shadowbringers and a Good Girl)

The stables in their stone home were very comfortable. The stablehands were friendly, there were plenty of adventurers and their mounts to meet—not always chocobos, but no accounting for taste. Great care was taken with the food and water, and there was no shortage of gysahl greens, krakka, or curiel roots. There were toys of all kinds, and a nice little meadow cleared out and reclaimed from the Gloomy Place’s blasted grounds for playtime.

Snowlight was at least content for the moment.

Some of the Scions would come to visit. The small ladies when they could, though they were Very Important And Busy. But the Bow Lady took Snowlight on rides around the lake, or up into the foothills leading toward the Frozen Place. She would let Snowlight gallop as fast as she could while the Bow Lady practiced firing from Snowlight’s back, and that was a lot of fun! They even tried flying a little when she did it, and Snowlight was very careful to not drop her person’s comrade.

Her person had asked Snowlight to wait patiently and be helpful to her friends. She had called Snowlight a good girl and kissed her beak and promised she wouldn’t be long, but wouldn’t be able to call to Snowlight where she had to go.

Snowlight had kweh’d and cuddled her person, who was worried about her friends, sleeping too still. Especially the Sneaky Man; her person liked him the most. And that was all right; he knew how to give proper scritches and what treats were best, and made her person happy. So Snowlight wanted him to wake up, along with the rest of the sleepers. They were all very nice and friends with Snowlight, too.

Her person had left some time ago, and the days turned to weeks turned to moons. Snowlight would have been more concerned, except for the pixie that visited her dreams, crooning about what a pretty bird she was and that her person was just fine.

It had been awhile since the pixie's last visit, though.

The day was like any other; gloomy aether filling the air and obscuring the sun. The stablehands stumbled in early regardless, yawning and joking, making sure everyone had breakfast and water. They took turns letting out some of the long term residents to muck out their stalls, a few adventurers coming to claim their companions. The small friend with the cat-ear hood came to visit Snowlight. She seemed very tired, and Snowlight wished she would get more rest. But she offered treats, and helped the stablehands lead Snowlight out with some others to the meadow to play. She had to leave after that, but that was fine, Snowlight was busy asserting her dominance at kickball against some sprout adventuring birds.

She had almost won when she stopped still on the field, the other chocobos cheering and fluttering as they scored. But the familiar pressure had suddenly returned, like one’s ears popping during a change in altitude.

She trembled, talons flexing into the dirt. Could it be…?

The whistle called to her, and she kweh’d joyously, using its signal and bit of crystal, joined to her own aether, to teleport.

Snowlight was hardly in the River at all when she popped back into the world, in the shadow of the Tower on the other side of the lake. Her person smiled brightly—and then oofed as Snowlight headbutt her in excitement, wings flapping wildly.

“I missed you, too!” her person laughed, burying her face in Snowlight’s feathery neck. There were strange scents and sensations from her person, indicating Things Had Happened. It was very odd that there was a whiff of the Sneaky Man among the new smells, when Snowlight was certain he still slept in the stone house, but she could figure that out later, what mattered now was that Snowlight’s person had returned!

Not like last time. This person had kept her promise.

“Let’s go, Snowlight. I’ve much to tell the others,” her person said, swinging up onto Snowlight’s back, even without a saddle or bridle. She scritched Snowlight’s neck in just the perfect way.

Snowlight kweh’d an agreement and took off—carefully!—for the stone home on the other shore. Her person hugged onto her back and it was the best thing ever, this was the best day ever.

Her person was home!

[sinsandsuccubus]

Batter Up - Urban Wyatt

Context: There’s something about Urban in short shorts that does something to you….

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.3k+

Pairings: Urban Wyatt x GF!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+! Sexual activity.

a/n: yall…. YALL. I just got in from a party as I’m writing this and I go on insta to find Urban playing kickball? In short shorts? Almost getting a grand slam? Now I need to take another shower. And so will you.

Also, sorry for any typos. I did read this over, but ya know, I'm kind of hornknee from Urban

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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not older stated age. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

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It was the annual Homies Kickball Tournament, which was not only a way of gathering those local in Louisville, but to raise charity. When Urban asked you to participate, you were hesitant, wondering what people would think about Urban’s girl on the team. Yet, none of your friends were worried about it, and honestly, you were past giving a fuck about other people’s opinions on your relationship with Urban. The trick that tipped it over though, was Urban’s uniform.

The shorts he wore?

You wanted to pull his pants down right there and-

Yeah.

You were currently out on the field, getting yourself ready for the round, as you were up next to kick after Urban. Jack had gone, the bases becoming loaded, as it was now Urban’s turn, you giving Urban a firm pat on the ass. He yelped and jumped in response, rubbing his ass from the slap.

“You got this babe!” You cheered on, smiling at your boyfriend.

You watched as the ball rolled towards him, and Urban took careful steps, punting the ball far across the field.

Well fuck. That was hot.

You stood in shock as the players ran across the base, Jack being the last to hit the home plate. That left Urban out on the field, particularly on second base. You looked at him in the distance, hand over your eyes to shield yourself from the sun.

“You got this! Bring me home!” You heard him shout, seeing the thumbs up you gave him.

Oh, you were about to bring him home alright.

As the ball rolled towards you, you being last to kick before halftime, you concentrated, thinking about nothing else but both you and Urban reaching home plate so you could give him sloppy toppy in the bathroom.

You mean, his present for being such a good sport.

You kicked the ball, hard, sending the ball flying across the field, far enough out to where you and Urban could both make it home safely.

You took off running, clearing the bases as you went, before heading for home plate. However, you noticed the ball being thrown to the third basemen, and him making the move to come after you. You picked up your speed, turning your head slightly to see the ball being thrown at your back. You quickly spun out of its direction, it flying past the person at home base, the crowd cheering you on. You ran across the base, Urban there to scoop you up as the team jumped for joy.

“That’s my girl!” Urban said as he put you down, to which you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt down for a kiss, the crowd “awwing” at the two of you.

“Gross guys, get a room!” You heard Jack yell, not paying him any attention as you moved your mouth to Urban’s ear.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” You quickly jogged off, scooping up an empty Gatorade water bottle off the floor, running back inside the stadium to make it appear you were going to fill it up before the next two rounds.

Yeah, you were. Totally.

Urban quickly found you in the bathroom, to which you pulled him close, kissing him immediately and locking the door behind you, his lips soft on yours.

“Mm, baby. Baby. Babe. Slow down, what’s this all about?” He spoke, pulling away from you.

“You! Being hot, in those sexy ass shorts, kicking that ball all sexy. It just made me… fuck- really fucking horny.” You spoke rushed, Urban quickly washing his hands before you guiding him to the bottom of your shorts, pushing them and your panties aside to reveal your drenched pussy.

“Damn baby, you’re really this turned on?”

“Urban… you have no clue what you do to me.” You spoke softly, looking up at him with lustful eyes.

“Well, I’ll have you know,” He paused, bringing your hands towards his shorts, his dick pressing hard into your palms.

“That I’m so fucking hard for you right now. Seeing you run across those bases to home plate, your tits bouncing, perfect ass,” he grabbed your ass and pulled you close, bringing one of your legs to rest on his hip. “This fucking ass. God Y/N, that shit was so hot.”

“Well, it seems that we both have a problem, don’t we?”

“Yup. We should probably solve this problem before the game starts up again, right?” Urban asked, raising an eyebrow and stroking his chin.

“Absolutely. I’ll start.” You quickly washed and dried your hands before pulling Urban’s shorts down, his hard dick springing free, precum leaking from the tip. You licked the droplets up onto your tongue, sighing at the taste.

“Y/N, don’t tease me like that.”

“Sorry babe. Let me make this quick, we do have a game to finish.” You swiftly took Urban down your throat, him moaning loud as you took him to the base of his cock, moaning to send vibrations up his shaft.

“Fuck Y/N, goddamn.”

You kept going, jerking him off while sucking him at the same time, the hand job becoming sloppy. Then, you took his dick all the way down your throat again, flexing your tongue so that it curved to his dick, making a suction almost. You played with his balls, massaging them with the saliva that had trailed down from your blowjob.

“Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good.”

You kept going, determined to make Urban cum down your throat. You wanted it so so badly.

However, that was cut short when he pulled you up by your throat, bending you over the counter of the bathroom sink.

“I need to fuck you right now.” Urban pulled your shorts and panties down swiftly, eyeing your wet pussy.

“Spread it for me.” He spoke, spitting on his hand as he jerked himself off, though he was pretty wet enough. You spread your lips, hearing a “fuck” from Urban.

Before you knew it, he had thrust inside you, working at a fast pace from the start.

“Ohmygod. Ohmygod, fuck, Urban please.” You moaned, folding your body over the cool countertop, the coldness feeling good against your torso.

Urban jerked your head up by your throat, moving his one hand to remain on your neck while the other smacked your ass, shortly thereafter moving to your hip. He pounded you into the counter, you not taking notice of how good he was making you feel.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you, you understand?” He squeezed your throat, you letting out a choked gasp, nodding at him while you looked at him in the mirror. He slapped your ass, making you moan some more.

“Use your words.”

“Yes Urban, ohmygod, yes, I’ll keep looking. God, yes.” You managed to get out, moaning and stumbling on your words. The hand from your throat moved to your clit, Urban rubbing light but firm circles on the sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Urban, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum for me. Cum for me Y/N, cum on this dick.”

You yelped, coming down hard on Urban, your whole body shaking with satisfaction. However, Urban kept at it, chasing his own high.

“Fuck, baby, Y/N, shit. Where do you want it? Tell me now before I cum.”

“In my mouth please, fuck. In my mouth.” You spazzed around him again, him quickly pulling out of you as you dropped to your knees, shaking from your second orgasm as he shot his load into your mouth. You licked up anything that didn’t make it, cleaning your lips of the rest of his cum.

“Fuck Y/N, that was so hot.”

“You’re fucking hot babe.” You spoke, him helping you get up from the floor steadily, your body still shaking. You both fixed yourselves before you heard a knock on the door.

“Come on now y’all! I gotta fucking piss and y’all in there fuckin. I hope you cleaned up after yourselves, Jesus.”

[newtonsheffield]

how long did it take you to learn the rules of baseball or did you already know bf your deep dive? I was arguing w/ my friend that its simpler to understand than basketball and she said its the most confusing thing on earth but its just kickball with a bat basically!

Well I started watching it… on the 8th of October and I feel like I know enough to confidently watch and understand it 😂 It is… not a complicated game. Hit ball, run to little cushion quicker than the ball can get there. Run all the way around cushions to score a point. I’m sorry to your friend 😂

My best friend is a big basketball fan, she’s a golden state fan, and my mum’s husband’s son is actually playing college basketball right now and is a pretty big prospect there but I just… can’t like it. I have tried so many times.

I don’t understand all the statistics yet but I just do a quick Google when they mention something I don’t understand. I will say that in Australia we have a streaming service that only has sport on it (Kayo) and I don’t know of it’s to do with who broadcasts the games in the US but I find the score graphic easier to understand for the National League vs the American League 🤷🏻‍♀️

I did already have a basic understanding of it before I started watching it but I didn’t know the ins and outs. I even know what a designated hitter and a pinch hitter is now 😂

I do have one question from a confused Australian: Why are the crowd aggressively waving what appears to be a raggedy old towel in celebration? Are flags illegal?

[richardsphere]

so im about 60 episodes into Ranma 1/2. Im gonna say, I struggle to grasp what it is that has kept me locked in. So here a post of me trying to figure it out...

A lot of the jokes just dont land for me. (i dont think "X is mistaken for perv" or "X is a perv" are funny jokes, and thats feels like its a good... 70-80% of the humour) And for an IP that's all about the Shipping.... well... The ships... all suck, i dont ship anything but "Ranma X therapy" and "Happosai X A Grizzly Death". I came in expecting Rankane to be one of those "slow-burn" where you'll eventually grow to see them like eachother even if you dont ship it at the start... but im 60 episodes in and they despise eachother nine-times out of ten. Shampoo had a brief moment where i thought her and Ranma were gonna bond over their alienation from society, from their respective reclusive upbringings. But like... nothing ever comes of them. Shampoo never gets to be more then "The Clingy Murder-Happy One". Ranma and Ukyo are... well the problem there is that Ukyo is in a total of 4-5 episodes (so far), and only matters in 3 of those. Her and Ranma at least like eachother as people though so... thats good, best ship by default. But "the one he likes as a person" means her very presence kind of... invalidates the premise of the show. Also Ranma is the only Kung-Fu Protagonist i've ever seen who... doesnt want to be a martial artist? Like he's proud of his skills and definitly has rare moments where he gets invested emotionally in a fight, but... even said pride reads very "my parents made me play Piano for 5 hours a day all my childhood, and told me my value as a person is inherently tied to this instrument, so i'm proud of my skills as a pianist because of a combination of Self Esteem issues and because of a sunk-cost fallacy where if I dont continue down this life I'll have invalidated my entire previous existence leading up to this moment". The show feels like Ranma isnt into martial arts, his family is into martial arts and Ranma just wants to earn a right to exist in their eyes. (and much like Heinz' mothers love was inextricably linked to Kickball, Genma's love is inextricably linked to Punching) in short: I hope the finale ends with Ranma feigning their death and running away to do something else, get a hobby... Maybe open an icecream parlor, they seems like they'd be into that. Anyway that tangent (and the rapidly emerging "icecream parlor AU"-fic in my brain) aside. This series is definitly doing something right (like i said, im 60 episodes in and Im still in it for the long-haul), but its really hard for me to figure out what it is thats locking me in. I guess if i had to put a word on it, its the "All-in-Zany" that's locking me in? Like they're entirely self-aware that there is no need to turn figureskating into a martial art but they do it anyway. And then they treat that premise as dangerously as any other martial art. I always like when a show is willing to do something off-the-wall and show real dedication to said off-the-wall thing. (IE: The S2 RWBY Foodfight). Yeah i think thats it. No other show would give me "Martial Arts Pingpong" or "Martial Arts Pancake Cooking" and then throw around dynamite-laced pancake batter.

[justsomekpopstuff]

seventeen as a baseball team - part 2

A/N: I have had so many thoughts recently, I just had to share!

part 1 | current masterlist | fic recs

team colors are white and serenity blue, and every now and again they get ones with rose quartz accents (its my au i'll do what I want)

their team mascot is something whimsical that has a cloud and diamond theme along with it

the whole team goes absolutely nuts the first time that center fielder!Dino gets voted into the All-Star Game

When they find out, they throw an absolute rager of a party in the locker room complete with champagne showers. When the All-Star game actually happens, instead of taking vacations, the entire team shows up to the game. All of them are wearing Dino's jersey, have their faces painted, and come equipped with horns and signs all cheering for him. It is the worlds most perfect Embarrassing Dad Cheering Section™️. Dino is bright red for the entire game because he can hear them from all the way across the stadium every time he takes the field.

third baseman!Wonwoo, on the other hand, despite being incredibly good, BEGS the fans to not vote him into the All-Star Game and Home Run Derby

He just really enjoys his time off...but alas, one year the fans absolutely do not listen, and he gets voted in with flying colors. He is, unfortunately, forced to go by catcher!Seungcheol. Despite not wanting to be there at all and tired all the time, Wonwoo ends up completely blowing the competition out of the water. In his final interview after winning the All-Star Game and receiving the MVP award, he begs the fans to never do it again.

the whole team holds a fun exhibition game every year during spring training where they all scrimmage against each other

The whole game gives major Savannah Bananas vibes, as well as that one kickball episode of GoSe. They have ridiculous rules like when the other team scores a point, the team on the field has to endure a "punishment" chosen by the fans. Inflatable costumes ARE used. Synchronized rehearsed dances are a must-have and they put their whole CHESTS into it. The fans love it and look forward to it every season.

right fielder!Joshua can always be seen playing catch in the outfield with some of the younger kid fans in the stands during warm-ups

He is very sweet with all of the younger fans, and has a reputation for always taking time to sign autographs and take silly selfies. He is, also, a chaos creator. He has absolutely stolen Red Vines from a child after making a catch that almost went into the stands.

starting pitcher!Woozi will deny it until his dying day, but he absolutely did cry the first time he threw a no-hitter

The whole team went absolutely nuts for him and stormed the field. Hoshi 1000% took pictures of Woozi crying. Woozi found out and threatened to absolutely kick Hoshi's ass if he ever showed those photos to another living soul. Hoshi listened.

first baseman!Mingyu has tripped running around second base more than anyone on the team...probably more than anyone in the league

There are multiple compilations each season of him tripping over second. He swears its an accident every time and that he does not trip over the base intentionally. The team places bets at the start of the official season for how many times he does it during the regular season. Winner gets all the cash pool and first pick of dugout snacks next season.

closing pitcher!Jeonghan has always been secretive about the reason why he wanted to become a closing pitcher

He will always say he wanted to be a closing pitcher because he loves the idea of being able to hold down the lead for the team, or give them opportunities to win. Jeonghan will swear that he likes being relied on and is good under pressure (which, to his credit, is technically true). However, the actual real reason he wanted to be a closing pitcher is so he wouldn’t have to run as much.

despite being injured, catcher!Seungcheol still attends every home game

He is usually sitting in the same place in the dugout, close to where the manager usually stands. Seungcheol, despite not being the manager, is absolutely yelling directions from his crutches in the dugout. The team will often listen to him better than their actual manager. The whole team is taking bets on whether or not Seungcheol will become a coach when he retires.

[l-na]

white leftists are fucking crazy man! begging for revolution left and right but then when an actual revolution is happening they start hand wringing about the smallest of fucking details.

revolutions are messy. people die. "innocent"/actually innocent people die. revolutions are imperfect and usually have multiple groups of leftists with their own ideologies and own goals and they often fight each other too. its not a fucking walk in the park! do you think this is playing kickball on the playground or smth????

if you want a revolution and overthrowing of capitalism but arent prepared to get blood on your hands or see other people with blood on your hands, you dont want a revolution. you want the status quo but slightly left. you want some YA dystopian revolution novel bullshit.

please join us in the real world some day or stfu.

[honeylemoom]

What’s in my bag: Mikey (left to right)

1. Mood ring. He flaunts his heart on his finger instead of on his sleeve.

2. Book of Longing by Leonard Cohen. A singer and a poet, how could Mikey not love him!

3. Tuning whistle. He’s always ready to seize a musical moment.

4. Green Tamborine. No elaboration needed.

5. Magic eight ball. He swears by its wisdom. It helps him pick his outfit every morning!

6. Cosmic brownie. They’re out of this world!

7. A game of M.A.S.H. It was meant to be notes for history, but isn’t predicting the future just as important?

8. Daisy chain. He loves making them while on the kickball field, though Vince doesn’t seem to appreciate them(especially when it’s during a game).

9. Cootie catcher. A second opinion when the magic eight ball isn’t cutting it.

10. Tarot cards. He tends to reinterpret the cards based on who he’s doing the reading for.

11. Amethyst. He keeps it in his pocket during pop quizzes, for good luck!

12. Gimp bracelet. He works on it under his desk whenever he can.

13. Notebook. Poems. Pressed flowers. Letters to Congress.

14. Caprisun. A good singer stays hydrated!

[roughentumble]

btw you know what concept i loveeeeeeee i love? john killing the yellow-eyed demon earlier in the timeline, and going to live with the milligans while dean and sam are still minors. and obviously brings his boys with him.

its so cheweyyyyyy its so juicyyyy like they wake up one day and are rold they have a BROTHER and their dad(<-based his entire life around being unable to move on from his dead wife) has actually had a girlfriend all along. theyre in a normal house watching their dad be normal and play kickball with a normal little kid who doesnt know how to shoot or identify a haunting or survive in the woods. and dean feels betrayed and confused because his whole life was hunting and trying to be his dad and now his dad is someone he doesnt recognize and surely he should be happy YED is dead and their mother is avenged, but who is he if he's not on the road? and sam is twisted up because all he ever wanted was a normal life but he's in a normal house and he still doesnt FIT, it doesnt feel RIGHT and its all like some sort of twisted mockery, this is what he always wanted so why does it make him feel SICK why does he RESENT it so much? they can act normal in the real world to keep from being questioned but they dont know how to behave in this house. adam is an innocent, adam is a betrayal, adam is treated right by their father as he /should/ be because he'd be a deadbeat otherwise, why does adam get only the good parts of their father when as the years dragged on it felt like they only got the bad? adam wants to know them, adam doesnt trust them, adam drew a picture of his new big step-brothers dont they want to see? they hate him. theyre neutral towards him. they feel obligated to care because he is their brother by blood, and for so long brother was a mantra that got them through everything. but is he brother? is he? brother means something else when it's lived-in, when it's battle-worn and soft with time

and KATE, kind enough to not try and be their mother because of their age, because of the situation, and still they bristle and yearn in equal measure. because they wanted mom but she wasnt mom, she's some stranger who's house they've invaded, theyre past the point of needing it but that means they need it more than ever but she ISNT "mom" she's just. some woman. and she's nice and her house is nice and they lived in shitty apartments and it isnt right to resent but they do, they resent the niceness while also looking down on it because what was so wrong with their life, huh? especially dean, the pride in it, in saving people and put up or shut up and follow orders and being strong. and now he has a bed and his own room, or perhaps shares with sam because there was only one spare room but each bed is a real bed. and what is he supposed to DO? he was going to hunt forever. he lived outside the world and was proud of it. what now? what now?

its sooooOoooOOOOOOO wild and i could keep going but i just.

[jillsandwhichs]

Cleon OneShots/AUs, Chapter 21, Lunch with the kids

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy & Claire Redfield

Summary: Leon and Claire pick their kids up from school and take them out for lunch

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Married

WC: 3.5k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Parking the car, Leon sighed softly as he glanced over at his wife, Claire. It's a rather hot day out, signing is inevitable. Leon would kill to be at home with his family where their multiple AC's are, not in this car where the hot summer sun is scorching them. At least school will be out soon—for the kids. That ensures no driving back and fourth to and from their school plus no ornery children anymore—it's great!

Overall, to celebrate both Sam and Marianna completing another year of elementary school, Leon and Claire decided they should take the kids out for lunch. They deserve it. It's not often they go out like this since Claire really enjoys making home cooked lunches and dinner but what the hell, why not? Claire was the one who offered it up anyways. She can't wait to see how happy the kids get. They love her home cooked, healthy meals but they also love to indulge in restaurant food as well.

She took her shades off and hung them up on the mirror as the school bell rang, officially dismissing students for the weekend until the dreadful Monday comes around, forcing them back to their prison of education. Claire sat up straight to keep an eye out for both of their kids. Leon glanced over at her and smirked. "You look hot today, you know that?" And that she did. Claire was wearing a black tank top tucked into faded blue jean shorts - she looked great. Her shoes were sandals that showed off her glittery toe nails that she recently got done too.

Claire snorted and kissed Leon's cheek. "Just for you, handsome." She stated. Just for him? Leon might as well faint now, how romantic. He chuckled and nodded. "Just for me, huh?" "Just for you." Claire restated. They really have their way with words.

Tons of kids began to emerge from the schools doors and out to busses/cars, all ready to seize this day and get home; Which both Leon and Claire can relate too. They both kept an eye out for Sam and Marianna. Compared to the other kids, they're more small and shy so it could be more difficult to spot both of them. Leon has an eye of a hawk, he'll spot them easily. Claire on the other hand, not so much.

Leon saw a backpack, a pink one. It's Marianna's, no doubt. The color, the glitter and the unicorns? Its her. He glanced up at the face and saw her pretty brunette hair. Lo and behold, right beside her was Sam with his plain dark blue backpack (He thought the dinosaurs were to childish despite him only being seven). He rolled down the driver's side window and stuck his head out, calling out for both of his children. "Mari and Sam, over here!" Leon said with a smirk.

The kids looked up with smiles of relief before happily running over to the car and getting in. Sam was in first and was quick to buckle up — safety first then. Marianna climbed in with demure and set her bookbag down, buckling up at well. Claire smiled and looked through the mirror at them. Sam's face was beat red and he was breathing heavily whereas Marianna appeared as elegant as usual. Claire snorted and questioned Sam.

"Gym class, we ran a lot today!" Sam exclaimed with joy. Sam is an athletic kid so that's a plus. "We even played kickball." "How fun! Did your team win?" "No because stupid Haley got us out! She's so slow." "Hey!" Leon shouted sternly but not loud enough to upset anyone. "Don't call girls stupid, not ever. Have you ever considered that maybe she just doesn't like kickball or maybe wasn't feeling the best today?" Oh Leon, always providing solutions that are way too mature for a six year old.

Sam sighed and shook his head no. "Alright then. Behave." Leon stated. "Marianna, how was your day baby?" "It was okay. We got to go to the Library today and I got a book." "Oh? What book?" "Babysitters club." Claire smirked at her reply. Childhood memories began to flood her head but she shook them away. "Great series — enjoy." Claire replied with a grin. Marianna giggled and looked out the window.

"So..." Leon murmured, seeming unenthusiastic, "How would you guys like to go out for lunch today?" He now spoke with more glee which immediately got both of their attention. "Yes!" Both of them shouted in unison, making both Claire and Leon snicker. Just as expected, they're excited.  "Where are we going to go?" Asked Marianna. "Your mother decided on a buffet, we know you two like those." "Yes!" Sam said with a smile before looking out the window — he surely isn't as talkative as Marianna is.

Leon chuckled and began to drive, heading onto the main road. The school is less than far from the buffet they are planning to go to. It isn't even five minutes away. The city they live in is rather vast so it isn't the closest but, it's the best one in town and since it's near the school, it makes picking it a lot easier and more compelling. "Mom, can I tell you about something that happened in class today?" Marianna asked Claire. Claire nodded. "Go on."

"Someone threw up! It was all over! It was gross and smelt like poop." She stated with a grossed out tone. Allergies and common sicknesses may begin to arise with the sudden change of hotter weather — not surprising. "Aw, poor kiddo, were they okay?" "Yes. Mrs. Lehner brought him down to the office... I think he went home." "Well that's good, I hope he gets well." "Me too." Marianna shrugged before going back to messing with her keychain.

Leon loves to listen to the kids converse. They're kids, they either say stupid stuff or are too blunt. Its thrilling, truly. Marianna is morely the blunt one, but she also has her fair share of saying things that just make him rub his temples. As for Sam... It's pretty much the same. Just this morning as he and Claire were getting the kids around for school, Sam asked if he could make a certain concoction (A mix of random foods into a ball) to show his friends at school. How gross and how unwitty.

But, boys will be boys.

The traffic was surprisingly more subtle than expected. You'd think right after school hours, the roads would be jam packed. This is a good thing, they'll get to the restaurant quicker. Leon is hungry so he can't wait. He'll make sure he and Claire get food for the kids then viola, food for he and his beautiful wife.

Speaking of said wife, Leon felt her hand slither over his then grasp it, holding his hand affectionately. Leon smirked and held hers, bringing it up to his hand and kissing it. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." Claire smiled. "Bleh!" Marianna groaned. "Get a room!" "Shush it." Claire snorted and glared at her daughter. Kids are so odd sometimes. Leon snickered and smirked at both his wife and daughter. "I love you Mari and I love you Sam, how about that?" They both said they love him too though Marianna had a sassy tone.

His babygirl isn't going to be his little princess for much longer. He swears it could bring tears to his eyes.

Just up ahead was the buffet. Once the kids noticed, they sat more upright and began to talk to one another, clear excitement boasting between the both of them. "Here we are." Claire announced, grabbing her purse as Leon found a parking spot on the main road. "Don't even try getting out yet, I'll carry you Sam and Daddy will carry Marianna, it's too hectic on these roads for either of you to try and cross yourselves." "Okay." Sam nodded and unbuckled himself, Marianna doing the same.

Leon opened his door after unfastening his seatbelt and he grabbed his wallet, shoving it into his back pocket. He opened up the door directly behind him, revealing a smiley Marianna. "Come here dear." Leon picked her up with a groan. "You're getting so big." He smirked and shut her door. "I'll be ten soon!" "That you will." Damn you, curse aging. How has Marianna been on this dreadful Earth for almost an entire decade? Leon can hardly believe it. It pulls at his heart strings indefinitely.

Sam was upheld in Claire's arms as she ambled up to Leon and they walked together to the buffet. Fumes of the delicious foods from inside were pouring out and Leon couldn't wait to get something in his stomach. "It smells so good mom." Sam said. "It sure does baby, we'll get you two food first so you'll have to let us know what you want." The kids nodded in understandment. They know how it goes, they've been out to eat before and both have a rather splendid memory.

Leon pulled the door open and held it for Claire, letting his wife enter first before he let it go, putting Marianna down and Claire setting down Sam. They were excited and wanted to eat as fast as possible. "Take my hand, let's go." Claire murmured to Sam. "Do I have to hold your hand Dad? I'm old enough not to!" "You don't want to hold my hand anymore?" Leon said in a somber tone. Marianna is killing this man! She rolled her eyes and took his hand. She picked up on his sadness. Maybe she's an empath though Leon could burst out into a bellow at the thought.

Claire spoke to the worker and handed them Leon's card so they could pay for the buffet. In their marriage, their money is combined. Either card being used is still both of their income combined and being spent. Leon doesn't like the idea of one or the other having their own money — it's all in the same. "Alright, let's go." Claire smiled and both Leon and Marianna followed her.

The immediate scent of the buffet ringed all of their instincts to want to eat. Claire grabbed a small white plate for Sam and one for Marianna, handing one of each to the both of them. "Okay, Mari, you let Daddy know what you want and he'll give it to you. Sam will be with me." "Okay mom." Marianna nodded and stood closer to her dad. Leon grabbed her plate for her and Marianna gazed at him. "I'll carry this for you princess." Leon is a gentleman at heart.

They began to scan the food and Marianna:s mouth began to water at all of the options. This specific buffet has definitely gotten better since they've last been here. "See anything at this particular bar that you want?" "The mac and cheese and just a little bit of the plain pasta." "You sure? There's also chicken tenders here." "I don't want those." "Okay." Leon put some Mac and cheese plus plain marinara pasta onto her plate. "Onto the next." Leon mumbled, traversing towards the next bar.

"How about here? Anything you'd like?" "What's that?" Leon glanced at what she was referring to. "Oh, a butter roll. You want one?" "Yes and those! I don't remember what they're called." "Shrimp, you want it?" "Mhm." Marianna nodded. More and more, she was so excited to eat. Sure, homecooked meals by Claire and Leon are one of excellence but sometimes it's pleasant to gorge on food you often don't have. "There you go... Want to check out the other bar or is that good for you?" "That's good." Marianna nodded and took the plate. She looked around and saw Sam and her mother at a table. "There!" She pointed and began to walk. Leon stuck out behind her.

Marianna sat with Sam and Claire and Leon beside each other. That's how their seating arrangements always are. Sam had quite more on his plate. Tenders, Mac & Cheese, peas, a mini taco and fries — quite the collection. Claire cleared her throat before speaking. "We're going to go make a plate as well so you two sit here and be good, no choking or being obnoxious, got it?" Claire easily put the fear of getting punished into her children. The last thing either of them want is time out or grounded from a device they like to use such as the television or certain toys. "Yes Mom." Sam spoke for the both of them. "Good."

Claire took Leon's hand and they made way over to the first bar, both of them grabbing a bigger plate. "I'm glad they're happy we took them out to eat." Claire smiled. Making her children and husband happy is her number one goal. "Me too hun." Leon replied, putting some green beans and pasta onto his plate. "Do you think we should do this more often?" "Let's see how today goes and we'll go from there, hm?" "Okay baby." Claire nodded, getting what he meant. She had a piece of chicken and peas on her plate already.

They heeded way to the second bar and Leon glanced back at the kids. They were being good, simply talking and taking reasonable bites of their food. Leon grabbed some steak bites and A1 sauce, drizzling it carefully onto them. He is rather hungry so this plate is going to be filled! He grabbed some small cobs of corn and the breaded shrimp, placing it neatly on his dish. Claire was mainly going for side foods such as onion rings and cheese curds — she definitely doesn't have the appetite Leon does.

Once they made it to the last bar, Leon set just one final food onto his plate — a grilled plantain. These are delicious. Claire snatched one for herself too. "I'll grab everyone drinks, go sit with the kiddos, okay? And take my plate." Claire said softly, handing Leon her plate gently. "Be careful." "I will." Claire giggled before ambling off. Leon then headed over to both Marianna and Sam.

He took a seat and laughed at them. They were playing tic tac toe and getting annoyed because neither of them kept winning. "Are you guys enjoying your food?" "Yes dad!" They both said as they took another bite. Marianna's mac and cheese was already about gone. Leon finds it adorable that his daughter can put a lot back and still look petite as ever. "Good. I'm going to eat good too." Leon snickered and took a bite of his plantain, loving the seasoning on it already.

"Where's mom?" Sam asked, taking a bite from his taco afterwards. "Getting us drinks from the bar over there." Leon pointed and took a bite of a shrimp. It's crispiness was to a T. Sam made an "ohhh" sound before going back to eating. Leon took another bite of his food and looked over at Marianna. Leon can hardly believe her tenth birthday is coming up. Time flies and sometimes it's a bit too fast. At least Sam just turn eight so he has his little man for a bit more time.

Claire came back with four cups, two with juice and two with water for her and Leon. She set them down accordingly before sitting down and grabbed a fork. "I got you guys apple juice, they don't have many other options so take it or leave it." "Thanks momma." Marianna said, taking a large sip of hers before nodding. Claire laughed and grinned, taking a bite of chicken off of her plate. "Its a bit dry." "So I've noticed." Leon snorted and kissed Claire's cheek, finding her reaction rather amusing.

Not much you can expect from a cheap buffet — they are just to eat & get out.

But alas, they are finally able to eat. The kids definitely deserve this. They've done well in school and at home! As for Claire & Leon, this means they don't have to cook a big dinner tonight and to them, that is a win. Leon took a bite of his pasta and nodded. It's buttery in the best way possible and the marinara is actually spiced well. Points to this buffet for that then. Marianna seemed to be enjoying it too considering it's basically rid of on her plate.

Sam is a much slower eater than Marianna is and he tends to get full faster so if needed, they can use takeout boxes. Leon has a feeling they'll have to do that but he doesn't mind whatsoever. Claire chewed her food and looked over at Sam. "Is your food good, my babies?" She questioned their children. They both nodded and as Sam swallowed the last chunk of peas on his plate, he sipped his juice. "It's very yummy momma, thank you." Marianna agreed with Sam's words.

"How are you two feeling for summer break? Ecstatic?" Marianna nearly bursted into a ball of joy at Leon's words. "Yes! I can't wait! I wanna go swimming and canoeing. It'll be the best without school." Marianna exclaimed. Well, Leon thinks he knows who the party animal of this bundle is. He snickered and nodded. "How about you, Sam?" "I am. I'll miss my friends and teacher though." "I know but you'll see them again soon. Plus, you still have about a month left so no worries." Leon reassured his son.

The family sat in silence for a little bit as they ate more. They needed this — the family time. While they are a close knit one and would all die for one another, they don't get to go out super often. With the kids going to school and Leon having a non flexible job, things get difficult. Though for Leon, his family comes first no matter what. Luckily, he hasn't been called in as often as he used to be so that's a real bonus!

After a few more minutes of eating, Marianna leaned back and sighed. "I am full momma!" "You are? I see that! You ate up your entire plate, wonderful job." Claire nodded and ate her last bit of peas. Marianna glanced over at Sam, noticing the lot of food still remaining on his white dish. "Are you full?" "Yes, I am." Sam nodded at his sister's question. Leon chuckled and finished his green beans and sipped his ice cold water. "Tell you what, I'll go get some boxes for us, sound good?" "Yes." Sam nodded.

Claire stepped out from the seat so Leon could get out. His hands trailed over her waist faintly as he ambled behind her. Claire bit her lower lip at the enticing feeling before sitting back down. "I just need three?" "Only three boxes. Thanks babe." Claire said to Leon. She stayed back with Sam and Mari as Leon walked over to the first bar, where a stack of white takeout boxes rested.

He took three from the stack and double checked them, making sure there aren't any holes are flaws; He doesn't need their food spilling out everywhere on the car ride home. Leon has also been speculating something in his head. Do the kids want desert? He'll have to ask but then again, it's probably a no brainer.

Leon began to walk back over to the table. Marianna's plate was set to the side along with everyone's half empty cups. Leon took out the first box and set Sam's food in it. Then in the next, Claire's, then finally, his. He made sure to close them up good too. Their car recently got a cleaning so the last thing Leon needs is buffet food all over it's floors and seats. He stacked them all and held them close. "You two have to hold your mother's hand, stay close too, okay?" Leon said in a low tone, stepping away to give them room.

Marianna and Sam stepped out from the booth and both of them took each of Claire's hands and stood on either side of her. "Let's roll." Leon murmured, walking in front of them and out of the door. He held it open for them and made sure to help them as best as he could into the car though it was a bit hard with three boxes in hand. He also plans to just keep the boxes up front with him — he doesn't plan to take any risks.

Claire shut the door and looked over at Leon who was standing beside the driver's side door. "You're such a good dad, you know that?" "Thank you babygirl. You're a great mother." Leon replied. He appreciated that compliment so much. "I was actually thinking, maybe we should stop and get the kids snow cones down near the pier? Yes?" "Sure thing, if that's what they want." Claire nodded with a leer. Leon nodded. She leaned over and kissed his lips before taking all three boxes. "I'll hold onto these." "Okay baby, get in the car, let's go." Leon chuckled and opened the driver's side door.

He will forever be grateful for this little family he has been blessed with.

[hm-nr]

why are people such assholes when it comes to trans ppl in sports. like so cruel and unempathetic. i get that its a tough thing to figure out how to make fair, but spoiler alert, sports already arent so goddamn fair. not every male goes thru puberty at the same age either. i started in 4th goddamn grade and when i graduated in 12th there some boys STILL haden't hit puberty. it was never 'fair' for a 4'6" 90 pound twig to be playing hockey w a 6 foot 200 lb kid the same age in middle school, but that happens anyway in boys leagues all the goddamn time and nobody so much as bats a fucking eye. this isnt the most fair setup, no matter the genders. if you're so up in arms about it, have weight or size classes, not gender.

"oh well she went thru male puberty so itll never be fair for her to play against people who didnt"

So you think she should have been given a chance to, at least, put off male puberty right?? block it, persay?

"noooo nobody should transition until 25"

okay, so you just literally dont want us anywhere, got it. all, like, fucking 12 of us will go play kickball somewhere i guess

also, you'd really think all permanent injuries and TBI's in high school would get more spotlight. get those kids in medical debt early, right?

[chronicbeans]

Uh. Sorry if it seems weird to ask but have you considered what would happen if Audrey 2 , from little shop of horrors has been put into the neighborhood in welcome home. I don't know if you have heard of it but I wanted to ask in case you did.

Of course! I love crossovers. Now, I haven't necessarily seen Little Shop of Horrors, but I did recognize the name from the dentist's song that I listened to. I also know a little about Audrey 2, who is the plant, I believe. So, I decided to do a bit of research for this, because from what I knew, I thought this would be interesting! Sorry if it isn't really entirely accurate or if some things feel out of character. As I said, I haven't seen it entirely myself, instead only seeing clips. (I did listen and watch Mean Green Mother and I now know I have to watch it at some point omg.)

Audrey 2 from Little Shop of Horrors in the Neighborhood from Welcome Home:

TW: Swearing, Manipulation

🪴So, the Mean Green Mother from Outer Space somehow found itself in a land full of puppets... Very kind puppets... Who, by the way, seem VERY gullible due to being from a kid's show... It can work with this.

🪴It needs to get back to the world of humans, somehow, so it will gladly sweet talk and manipulate the neighbors into helping. It can't eat puppets, as they aren't human. It would probably say something about missing its home to make them feel bad for it. It would work on everyone except for Frank.

🪴Why wouldn't it work on Frank? Well, the way the language of his fellow neighbors changes is the main reason. Mostly Wally's, due to Wally spending the most time with Audrey 2. Due to Frank owning a lot of random books, he has some on different sayings, dialects, and other things to do with language. It seems like Audrey 2 has decided to cause havoc in the little community on its way out.

🪴One day, Frank saw Wally and Julie standing outside. Wally was holding a baseball bat, and right as Frank was walking by, he heard him tell Julie "I'm gonna bust your balls!" in the most joyful, and excited way. Needless to say, Frank choked on the air and had to go check to make sure nothing bad was happening. Wally looked extremely confused as Frank chastised him, pointing to Julie and saying "We are playing baseball. "Busting your balls" means hitting baseballs, kickballs, and other types of sports balls, right?" Soon enough, despite Frank trying to tell everyone what it really means, everybody in town is using "I'm gonna bust your balls" while playing sports.

🪴Another example is when Frank saw Wally comforting a sad Poppy over a burnt cake. Everyone had gathered to help her bake it, including Audrey 2. When Wally said "You don't mean shit!" in response to Poppy telling everyone how bad she felt for messing up the cake, Audrey 2 laughed so freaking hard. Wally, and everyone besides Frank, thinks it means something like "Shit means that you suck. Saying somebody doesn't mean shit means that they don't suck."

🪴Frank would probably put the two and two together. This foul language has only started after Audrey 2 came around and Audrey 2 already seems a bit rude at times. It always wants to do things its own way, or no way. It is more bossy than Sally when it comes to plays, likes to trip Eddie on his way to deliver mail, and it sometimes trashes Howdy's Store! Frank would be the main one working to get Audrey 2 back to wherever it came from, succeeding very quickly through sheer willpower, alone.

🪴Needless to say, the neighborhood was never the same after that plant arrived.

[tobiasdrake]

It was a relaxing vacation but it's time to refocus on what's important.

No more excuses PLAY ME

I'm going to destroy you like the scrub you are

Oh my god, your pieces are custom painted. I love that. I wish mine were painted.

...wait, can I paint them? Have I been missing out on painting my pieces this whole time?

HAHAHAHAHAHA I AM THE BEST AT TINY WARRIOR FIGURINES

...

...

...

What the actual fuck am I doing? Don't I have a... an entire atmosphere to try and repair....

shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit I BLAME YOU YOLANDE YOU PAID ME IN GAMBLING ADDICTION shit shit shit shit

I'M HERE IT'S FINE EVERYTHING'S FINE

I'm not late. All-a y'all are early. The meeting was scheduled for whenever I get there. I'm here now, I'm focused, we can get to work.

Hey Serai, am I hungry enough for Wall Sashimi? I'm thinking... maybe just a Wall Parfait for a light snack.

Still don't see why I have to give the wall money. What does it even buy with it? It's a wall.

*sigh* You know what, you're right. That's really more of a question for Zale. HEY ZALE, HOW HUNGRY AM I?

Ugh, this is taking forever. I'm bored. Come on, Zale, let's take Kickball and--

...

Did. Uh. Did we....

Did we just. Leave Kickball at Clockwork Castle? I think we all kind of forgot about Kickball in the Artificer commotion.

Wow, it's a good thing none of us promised them anything.

I did want to make something rain there but this is good enough. As long as we're accomplishing something, I can be satisfied with only a mild amount of spite.

Good for you! I still feel like shit.

Job's only half-finished, and the important half is yet to come. Also, the hard part, given that I'm fairly certain the Dweller of Dread is guarding my moon.

Still coming to terms with the fact that we may need to slay a Dweller in order to restore the Eclipse and give us the power to slay a Dweller. There's a pretty significant complication there.

Go ahead and take this victory lap, little frog robo. We couldn't have done it without you.

Also, the way Serai manages to smile with just her eyes is awesome.

I'm not 100% sure that simply shining sunlight directly onto the moon counts as an Eclipse but I sort of feel like it does and that's good enough. Let's go cleansing.

Probably wasn't expecting visitors on this dead world.

Then again, we did just shine sunlight directly on its lair for the first time in centuries so it probably knew something was about to go down.

GUESS WE'RE DOING THIS

Remember, the more limbs we dismember now, the less we'll have to deal with later.

Just like that. We're making calamari, people.

Teach them to interfere with a peaceful protest. We're here to FREE LUNA and we aren't leaving until our demands our met!

Give. Me. Back. My. Goddamn. MOON.

...or else we'll bring the sun to you.

Sometimes you just need to get creative. There is not technically a term for when the sun is between the moon and earth. Because that's not a thing. But that just means I get to name it.

This is a Zalian Eclipse. What do you have to say about that, huh!?

Okay, that's fair. I walked right into that.

Hold up, what's happening now? Is this... are we....

I. Guess. This answers my question of whether the Fuck Out Of My Head Juice is still in effect. This is concerning. Do I... should I....

...wait a second, that's not ZALE!

Zale's sword is red. I was thinking about how pretty it looks the other day when we were fighting bird people. *smug*

Okay, I'm officially done with this weirdass shit.

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON

I'LL PUNISH YOU

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Enemies to Lovers (10) Masterlist

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

A Stolen Ring (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan’s not normal. Why?

He's not human, he has a mysterious ring, and he hates Phil Lester. They have a strange past, one filled with bullying and avoidance, but when Dan turns into an incubus, everything changes. He struggles with his identity and cries himself to sleep most nights, yearning to be normal. And somehow the universe makes it worse by bringing him and Phil together - in the most literal sense.

a theism in evolution (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: The sungod, Phil, sends letters to Mother Gaia. He puts all his worries into words… even when he himself can't see right through them

Back To Zero (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: One weekend, one house, five people, a recent breakup; Dan wasn't exactly thrilled, but he was going to show up for his friend, even if it meant having to share a bed with a stupid guy that sided with the even stupider guy that broke his friend's heart.

it comes in waves (ao3) - sadlybunny

Summary: Dan trembles in his seat. “And- and what shall I call you?”

He moves his thumb to grip at Dan’s chin roughly. “Captain.” His face inches closer. “Or on very special occasions, Captain Lester, sir.”

It’s 1728 in Port Royal, Jamaica. Daniel Howell, the son of Governor Howell, is engaged to be married to a woman he has never met. The night of their betrothal, Daniel is kidnapped by swashbuckling pirate captain, Philip Lester. As Dan learns about pirate life on the Liberty Galley, he discovers things about himself that he never knew before. Maybe he doesn’t want to return to his father, after all.

Kick Me While I'm Down (ao3) - jerseker

Summary: Dan and Phil meet in an adult kickball league. Phil is just there to make friends. Dan is - not.

Lonely in Conflict, Cast as a Convict (ao3) - andthenshesaid-write (ladyknight1512)

Summary: Dan is a vampire who can’t remember how it feels not to be lonely. Phil is a vampire hunter living in his brother’s shadow.

When they meet, they find acceptance in each other that they don’t find anywhere else, but there are secrets and other forces at play trying to keep them apart.

Oswald (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan is an asshole, Phil goes through a tragic accident, and this somehow brings them together.

Also Phil owns a pancake restaurant.

Our House (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Enemy is a harsh word. Rival sounds so immature, like Dan’s the star of some teen drama on Netflix. Competition is close, but not quite there.

In simple terms, Dan has a distaste for Phil Lester. Otherwise known as AmazingPhil in their line of business, for some reason that’s beyond Dan. What makes him so amazing anyway?

There’s a reason the network wanted Daniel Howell and Phil Lester for this specific series, and Dan guesses there’s really only one way to find out that answer.

or

And they were co-hosts. Oh my god they were co-hosts.

Redemption Arc (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summaries: classic, slightly dramatic rags to riches au

santa pally (santa baby) (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Phil grabs the first name off the top and hands the pot over. His hands are shaking when he unfolds it and– well fuck.

There, in Mr. Fowler’s familiar print, is written: Dan Howell.

scratch bark bite (oh, love me, i lied) (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Music & Drama teacher Dan Howell has a well-known rivalry with his coworker, English teacher Phil Lester.

An unforeseen event flips everything Dan thought he knew about Phil and himself on its head. Slowly but surely, the grudge withers, and the two of them cross the line between enemy and friend. But what will happen when their true intents and feelings get revealed? And was what they had ever really a rivalry? Was it even mutual?

"Seriously?" (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Dan and Phil meet while candle shopping and one of them can't help but comment on how obnoxious/boring/etc the scents the other one is picking out are

-

the time Phil met a totally-not-handsome stranger and only sort-of wished they'd never meet again. Tough luck?

Servus Sanesco Sanctimonia (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: After Phil casts an unknown spell, he finds himself unable to stay away from his sworn enemy - quite literally.

snowdrops and second chances (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: A tale of the prince who set out to rid his kingdom of magic and the healing witch who found him.

strike a deal, kiss my lips (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.

It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan. Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.

And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.

The Problem With Travelling During The Holidays (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan is in a tricky situation, running to catch his connecting flight with no other than his annoying enemy right on his heels. If he could just get on the plane and be away from Lester that would save Christmas.

Luckily for Dan, things don't tend to go his way.

To Dwell on Dreams (ao3) - carltzmann

Summary: "Taking in the whole image, though, it hardly hurt. Watching this perfect version of himself smile and wave and talk to his friends, bathing in success and appreciation, Dan suddenly started to believe that maybe all that was possible, even with the confirmation of a terrifying secret."

Dan and Phil meet at the Mirror of Erised.

you say go fast, i say hold on tight (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent

Summary: He's Phil Lester, small independent bookshop owner, who wears graphic t-shirts and drinks too much coffee. That's it.

Except when it isn't.

In which Phil is sometimes a bookshop owner and sometimes a superhero, and Dan is a villain, of sorts.

Your Crowning Glory (ao3) - pasteldanhowells, rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan is 18 years old when the news is suddenly sprung upon him that he is next line to be the next king of Genovia, but things don’t go as smoothly as he thought, between having a suddenly busy schedule, a new lifestyle, an arranged marriage that Dan has no control over, and worst of all, Philip Lester trying to steal his crown.