#sorrY dan playing the piano means so much to me

[simplydnp]

something about the fondness in which phil looks at dan and says "this is me trying to play the piano" makes me think about the two of them sitting on the piano bench together while dan tries to teach him

[salty-croissants]

Tu sais je vais t’aimer ( Bullfrog x g/n reader )

It’s been a while since I made a story unrelated to requests … I just felt like doing something a little different since I recently noticed that we have reached 110 followers , which is just - 

Broo !! :,0

I really wanted to take the opportunity to thank you all so much for being so supportive of my little headcanons and stories for Bullfrog and Rayman , you’re all really amazing and kind and you’ve really made me feel like home here on Tumblr …

I may be a bit too busy and ( most of all ) shy to interact much with everyone , but I really do appreciate you guys … thank you so much , I mean it :,) ❤️

Now then , onto the actual story , I’ve recently stumbled upon this beautiful French song , and at some point a random inspiration for a Bullfrog fic hit me : 

what if the reader decided to surprise their beloved frog boy by singing him this song ? Maybe for a special occasion , like the one year anniversary of the relationship ? 

It just seemed too wholesome of a concept for me to let go , so I ended up writing this :,) 

I also added a translation in English for the lyrics , because it’s just so cute and it melted my heart when I read it ;//; 

Hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of g/n reader who likes to sing and can play piano ; 

established relationship ; 

no warnings needed 

It had been a very long , tiresome day for Bullfrog …

The last mission the Warden had assigned him and his companions had been filled with complications , and this could easily be guessed by his bruises and ripped clothes .

Even as someone who took pride in his job , he yearned for nothing more than to find a quiet place to rest … hopefully in the arms of his beloved .

He also hadn’t forgotten about what a special time this was , so before going back to you he had managed to pass by a flower shop and buy a bouquet of your favorite flowers : the thought of your smile in front of his gift was the one thing that was keeping him from dropping on the ground for sheer exhaustion .

< I’m back mon amour ! Sorry for being late , this was a much more difficult task than I anticipated … > 

Bullfrog stopped , slightly alarmed by the fact that you weren’t behind the door to greet him like usual :

you were always so happy to see him whenever he got back , so it was quite strange …

He closed the door as quietly as possible and begun to walk , attentive to every single sound to avoid anything sneaking by him .

If something had happened to you , he was more than ready to rescue you and defend you from any possible threat , exhausted or not …

But it was then that he heard it : someone was playing the piano in the living room , and when he finally reached it his eyes widened …

You were there , as beautiful as ever , and as soon as your eyes met you smiled softly at him and started to sing …

< Tu sais je vais t'aimer même sans ta présence 

( You know I'm going to love you even without your presence ) 

Je vais t'aimer même sans espérance 

( I will love you even without hope )

Je vais t'aimer tous les jours de ma vie 🎶 

( I will love you all the days of my life ) > 

Bullfrog wanted to say so many things in that very moment , and yet he was so overwhelmed by joy that he couldn’t bring himself to speak …

He just walked forward , sitting on a chair next to you while listening to the sound of your voice .

< Dans mes poèmes, je t'écrirai c'est toi que j'aime …

( In my poems I will write to you it is you that I love ) 

C'est toi que j'aimerai tous les jours de ma vie🎶 

( It's you that I would love all the days of my life ) > 

He looked up at you in awe , nodding his head to the beat , and as soon as the song ended and your hands left the piano you finally turned around once more to look at your boyfriend .

< Happy anniversary , love ~ 

God , you won’t believe how many months it took to learn how to pronounce everything correctly … buut , I just really wanted to do something special for you , you know ? I hope I didn’t butcher too many words … 

Also sorry for being so quiet before , I didn’t mean to scare you , but I wanted to surprise you and - > 

Worry immediately filled your eyes when you took a better look and noticed the bruises on his face , but Bullfrog shook his head , caressing your cheek with one hand …

< Don’t you think about that my dear , it’s nothing … besides , receiving something so beautiful from you as a gift was enough to make it all better . > 

He smiled at you tenderly , watching you leave a kiss on his palm .

< Thank you , y/n … je t'aime tellement … ~ > 

You let out a little chuckle , unable to stop your cheeks from turning red in front of his loving words …

< I love you too , Bullfrog … I’m really lucky to have you , you know ? > 

Before you could even realize it , the distance between your faces diminished more and more , until eventually your lips met into a much anticipated and needed kiss .

You closed your eyes , letting out a sigh while holding Bullfrog in your arms , and you could feel all the tension in his body instantly melt to your touch as he gladly leaned into it …

Eventually you both pulled away , staring into each other’s eyes and enjoying that precious moment of intimacy .

< We should probably get you patched up now , sweetie … those bruises look painful . > 

< Alright alright , but before that , here … > 

< *gasp* - you remembered my favorite flowers ! Thank you Bullfrog , these look beautiful ! > 

< Don’t mention it mon cher , it’s not quite as good as your gift , but … > 

< Are you kidding ? I love them ! We should put them in some water before they start wilting … > 

As the two of you carried on with your conversations , glad to finally be together , the sun started to disappear behind the tall skyscrapers of the city … some of the nightly neon lights were already starting to illuminate the crowded streets .

It had certainly been a one year anniversary to remember .

[random0815fangirl]

Maybe a tough question, but ... If you had to put the EC guys in a tier list, from one to six ... who do you like the most and who the least?

Woooaaah 🤯🤯 That's really a tough one! And I'll think about it, but just to make sure from the very beginning: even my tier-6-blorbo I love very dearly! So no hard feelings and no judgement please ���

1. Kevin

First up is Kevin. He is so fucking stupid and I love him for it. He's pure sunshine. He always seems to keep his surroundings in a good mood and he gives off such an incredible positive vibe. And while being goofy he's also so fucking educated on music 😱 e.g. all those shows where contestants have to guess the song and he simply DESTROYS his opponents! And how he plays and improvises the piano! It's so impressive. And last but not least: Last time I got the chance to talk to him - he's such a ridiculously humble and down-to-earth guy. Nice, kind, positive... How can you not love this manchild?? ❤️❤️

1. Danskimo

My other first tier blorbo is Dan. Yes, nobody on this planet can force me to decide between Dan and Kevin. Not even you, anon. Deal with it. I love Danskimo just as much, he seems like such a nice guy but also mischievous and I love how on one hand he seems so quiet and serious and in the next moment he's absolute mayhem. Also he's an amazing musician and HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM?? God, he has the face of an angel and his tats are so fucking hot 🥵🥵 Dan is definitely the most attractive one in the band, no discussion. And we even share a birthday! Need I say more? ❤️❤️

3. David

As a fellow polak I can confirm that David is our national treasure. His radiating kurwa energy is sooooo contagious 😂 So it's my obligation to put him that high up on my list ^^

4. Nico

I guess I don't need to explain why I love Nico. The perfect mix between a cute, poor meow-meow and a rabid chihuahua that will rip your still beating heart right out of your fucking chest. There's such a fine line between cuddles and anger issues... And it makes him even more lovable 🥰 And then there's his voice ✨ He sings like a fucking angel 😍

5. Daniel

I really love Daniels nerdiness but I guess the only reason why he's so low in my list is because he's so quiet? 🤔 I mean nothing wrong with being quiet (quite the contrary!) but I guess I just don't pay as much attention to him... But still he seems like such a fun and nice guy, I would love to tuck him to bed with a hot chocolate and cuddle him to sleep 🥰 (sry if this is weird...)

6. Pascal

I know many fangirls will curse me for it because I know the majority of you out there love this ginger pumpkin pie to death, but I don't feel the vibes as much... Please don't get me wrong! I love Pasl and his creativity and especially the insane amount of tongue! I just don't feel the chemistry like many of you do 🙈

Edit: Afterwards I realized others replied way shorter to this question. So I want to say I'm very, very sorry for my wall of text 😅🙈

[itwas50yearsagotoday]

10/5/23: It was 50 years ago today, October 5th, 1973, Elton John released his seventh album Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. So I wrote already a paragraph about this record, but it got lost when my computer just decided to start screaming... not sure what happened, but I'm sure it's related to my refusal to upgrade to Windows II. Anywho, starting over, this record, a double-album, is certainly a top five best album of 1973... even most of the deep cuts are from at worst listenable to at best near classics. We'll start with the four U.S. Top 40 songs first, as I won't cover them by the time this blog is over... let's start with the #1 song 'Bennie and the Jets'... wow... I think at one point in my 1990s days of hating everything un-ironic, I did not like this song... but it drew me back in like Michael Corleone. Such a unique tune too, as it's pretty simple and kind of empty throughout... easy thumpy beat, random crowd noises, Elton on piano and organ... then he hits that falsetto 'BENNIE!"... I mean c'mon! Oh yeah, I was going to say that this album has aged very well... like there's nothing really embarrassing here (except maybe the title of a certain ska song we'll get to). After 'Bennie', the title track was huge too... kind of a ballad, but such a memorable tune... it would reach #2. Then we have the controversial pick... what I mean is, do we like the original 'Candle In the Wind' which kind of rocks a little, or, do we go with the in-concert 1988 version that became an MTV hit, OR, do we recognize the elephant in the room and go with the 1997 version that replaces MM with Princess Diana. Fuck all that, sorry. The original destroys the other ones, and fuck you if you think otherwise... that newer shit is sentimental garbage, and in a way taking advantage of an accidental death. Yes, I feel passionate about this, because 'Candle' fit MM just so well, and it was done so tastefully. My opinion, fine, but I'm mad that it's even an issue. The song would originally reach #6... you can look up the 'reboots'. Okay! And then the 'rockin' song on the record is 'Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting'... I can remember being a kid and getting EJ's first greatest hits on cassette and this song was probably, along with 'Rocket Man', the main reason I got it. I wore that cassette out... and at the same time, wore out my enthusiasm for 'Saturday', but it's making a comeback in my mind. It's totally a fun song, straight up. Now let's talk about the other bangers... opening up Sir Elton's magnum opus is the 11-minute short suite 'Funeral For a Friend / Love Lies Bleeding'... honestly it really doesn't get going until about five minutes in, although for those first five minutes it's like Elton invited EL&P over to play a ballad... still great! And the rest of the song just fucking rocks... I rarely heard this on KSHE but I did... that's the only way I could have possibly known it before hearing the record. Now there are songs on this album that I did not know prior to exploring... some early deep cuts are the very-1973 sounding 'Grey Seal'... not only is this my favorite track on both records, it is a second or third runner-up to my favorite EJ song... I mean it's like he kicked out EL&P and brought in Steely Dan. That's the only way I can describe it... it's polished, but still raw somehow. Same goes for 'All the Young Girls Love Alice'... a much darker-in-theme rocker, but no less powerful. Okay the only kinda dumb thing about this record is the terrible title 'Jamaica Jerk-Off'... really, Elton (or should I say really Bernie T.)...? It makes me further annoyed because the song is kinda cool! It's not some Zeppelin attempt at faux-reggae, it's actually just plain ol' ska... it's very cool! Okay, since this is a double-album let's run down the rest: 'The Ballad of Danny Bailey' and the last track 'Harmony' are both very good semi-ballads... the rest of the tracks scattered area all just fine, but are only slightly above filler. Overall, though, holy dogshit this is an outstanding record. LISTEN NOW!!

[killiru]

Not me Rewatch thoughts

Ep. 1

Caution: Obvious spoilers I have to share my muddled thoughts a bit - sorry.

Still love the opening so much, it gives me life.

Omg it looks a bit like the pool where Black, White and Todd are at the beginning is the pool that later is Dan's secret base. Am I imagining it?! Probably, but that's okay with me 

Edit: Nope. It's not the same pool. Damnit.

A little bit it seems like Todd used to babysit Black and White. At least it doesn't seem unusual for him when their parents ask him to watch them for a while while they argue.

I know we dont see much of her, but White's ex-girlfriend is so so pretty.

The River told me lies starts to play in the background and my heart breaks a little.

Hihi you can see Gun's ear holes a bit in White's ears at the beginning.

Somehow it's very symbolic that White is strumming on the piano when he passes it when he's at his father's house. Or that there's a piano there in general - it's actually a mark of distinction in terms of cultural capital (according to Bourdieu).

The soy milk commercial I cant

White's dad is still so hot - kicking my daddy issues

I think the dad is lying when he says he doesn't know where Black is.

Exciting: White's dad introduces him to his diplomat friends at university (social capital) - shortly after, the one dude offers him a job. Not only that, but shortly after he offers him his books to study too.

Todd says at the beginning his new friends are the reason for Black's injuries. And that's not even a complete lie.

Why do they have hairnets on but no masks when they're in the ICU?

That handkerchief thing is so gross omg.

NO, DON'T WIPE YOUR FACE WITH IT, EWWW.

Boy, White looks good in glasses AND Black's clothes. The combo is nice - wish it would have been longer on screen

I just want to note that Todd a) had Black's key and b) hesitated when he said Black wasn't dating anyone. Maybe it was jealousy, I don't know - shouldnt he know he had a thing with Eugene.

Does Black actually have a drawing of brass knuckles and a Swiss Army knife on his pinboard? Am I imagining it ahahah

White asks so reproachfully if Black is still at uni. Rude

EPISODES 1 GRAM WAS SO SWEET

I love Nuch bye

I also love the talk about rule of/by law and the fact that White obviously doesn't have a clue although I would imagine he should have learned that in his studies. It just shows the vitamin B.

Just stealing someone else's helmet is NOT what you mean by redistribution, Gram! xD

AHHHHH YOK APPEARS ON THE SHOW FOR THE FIRST TIME, I LOVE YOU BABY. Your clothes are on point again.

That the bird drawn on Sean's door looks a bit like the one from Panem is no coincidence I think, especially since in Thailand activists have used the sign from the books with the three fingers for themselves. Nevertheless, it is now a funny headcanon of mine that Sean's favourite books are "The Hungergames".

And there he is. Sean my love. Off has never looked better in a role than in this ngl.

Hahaha... he's already washing his future boyfriend in EP 1. That's very kind of Sean isn't it?

The anarchy sign graffiti in the background... wonder who they are from the crew.

How nice the Molotov cocktails were lined up on the tablet.

Result from Ep 1 : I love this show with all my heart and look forward to Episode 2.

(and still. Ew. Dont.)

[hozierandco]

Sam Fender x Reader / call me lover

Friends to lovers. Lots of fluff.

Plot: Y/N and Sam have been friends for as long as they can remember but growing up has led them to grow apart. There are many things they have to tell one another.

The thing with kids is that they grow up. Too quickly, with too much silence surrounding them.

Sam was a boy, Y/N was a girl but to one another, they were just friends. They had known each other for as long as they could recall and had not doubted one second that they were just friends. Of course, there were the subtle questions from their parents, the hesitation when Sam would spend the night at Y/N's but their parents too knew it was just friendship.

Although they agreed that with all the secrets and trust they shared, they would be the best of couples, they thought it to be too pure to be broken.

Their friends too believed that it would inevitably happen, that they would end up together. Of all people, Dru was the most persistent on the matter. He had known Y/N for a longer time than Sam since Y/N's mother was the doula and a close friend to Drew's. Therefore, the two of them considered each other as siblings.

He  liked to tease Sam to make him confess a crush he would have on Y/N. To no avail.

And then, there had been Y/N's first boyfriend when she was 15. At a time in his life when he was still playing Fifa in his room when he was not toying with his piano, he had to endure his best friend clung to her boyfriend's arm.

For the first time, he felt repulsed by the sight of Y/N but mostly by that of the Alex Turner wannabe her heart had fallen for. He began writing about love and deception though he had no reason to have known either.

Of course, the idyll was cut short with Alex Turner #2 coming back from summer camp without his virginity anymore, exploit he felt the need to share with the whole school.

Sam and Drew had come to Y/N's rescue the day at school and together, they had eaten pizza and waited for Y/N's tears to disappear. It was the world against them from now on, and nothing could change that.

Sam had worked his ass off to make Y/N proud and had done all he could for his A-levels. In spite of all the intensity and long hours of going over Horatio Nelson and the Boer War with Y/N, he gave up and started working in a pub. He was to be a musician, no matter what.

His fingers got crooked because of his guitar, his voice sore but at last, he was given a festival to play at. Drew would be there too of course.

As for Y/N, she had started working in an architect's office while studying at the local Uni.

Things got so fast. The kids grew and were soon overwhelmed with new responsibilities. Y/N had a new life for herself and Sam was about to tour before releasing his debut album. When he found out that a label had signed him up, the three friends along with Dean and Joe had screamed their lungs out.

It had come out of the blue that Joe fancied Y/N and it had also come out of the blue that Sam didn't like this turn of event.

The tour meant that they would not see each other for at least half a year as Sam's studio was in London. They had never been away from one another for so long so the day Sam left North Shields, it felt like the soil was crumbling under her feet.

Y/N informed herself of Sam's whereabouts through Dru as Sam didn't reply to her texts. Dru was regularly implying to his friend that he should call her every now and then, but he was always "too busy". Just like that, silent formed around them.

"Sam, call her", Dru begged one more time.

Sam sighed. He did not dare calling her, he felt as though he had let time rule his emotions. The more distance he put between them, the harder it was to think of something to say. Sure, he was busy but he always had been busy.

"You know what day it is today, don't you?"

Sam stared with round eyes at Dru.

"It's her bloody birthday, Sam. Just call her, okay?"

Dru had taken Sam's phone from his coat that was lying on the floor and forced Sam to take it.

Sam went to the room, right next to where he was and dialled Y/N's number, ending up on the voicemail "Hi! I hope that the voicemail just indicates that you're getting hammered somewhere and I also wish you a happy birthday. I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, I wish I could make it up to you. I miss you and I love you"

It was not until the message got sent that he realised what he had just said. Sam knew that opening up always led him to say too much and he couldn't take the risk to lose Y/N.

"What's wrong?" Dru asked when he saw Sam visibly agitated.

"I screwed up"

"You just had one call to make, how can you screw up a call?"

"I said something I shouldn't have. I told her that I loved her"

"As in I love you?"

"Yeah, I mean it's not something we say to each other"

"And do you? Love her?"

"Yes, Dru. I think I do. I think I always loved her"

"Well then, you haven't screwed up. You've just made things easier"

Days went by without a word from Y/N and Sam to pass time was playing with his phone a couple of times a day, not knowing what or if he should write to her. But then it got worrying, he feard that something had happened to her.

"D'you have news of Y/N?", he confronted Dru one night.

"She didn't say that she loves you back, huh?"

"She hasn't said anything at all, in fact. Is she alright?"

"That's odd. Yeah, she's fine, I just got a text from her, not even ten minutes ago. I can ask her to reach out for you if you want"

Dru is a magician as not only five minutes later, Sam's phone buzzed.

Y/N: Dru said you called on my birthday. My phone was off, you should have left a message... Sam: I did! You didn't listen to it? Y/N: I didn't get anything... Sam: Can I call you now? Y/N: No, not tonight. I'll call you tomorrow morning, good? Sam: Yes :)

Sam was not a morning person but he woke up as early as he could. He waited and finally she called. On FaceTime. She looked radiant, unlike him who severely lacked of sleep.

"Hey!"

Bring the tone down, Fender, Sam thought. You're gonna freak her out.

"Hi, sorry I couldn't call you yesterday. It's good to see you"

Just like that, one moving still of Sam was enough to have her mood lit up.

"So, can't make a voicemail work, huh?" Y/N joked around.

"I promise you, it worked. I don't know what happened but it's good I get to tell you like that"

"Tell me what?"

"Well, first that I'm sorry I've been an idiot lately. It's just that I've missed you so much and I wanted to see you and I couldn't stop thinking of you all the time"

An unfamiliar noise of a plate falling.

"Garlic's going on an adventure?" Sam referred to Y/N's cat that was known to be the clumsiest cat on Earth and that Sam had helped naming six years prior.

The distraction was much needed as Sam was blushing and it started showing on camera.

"Let me just go somewhere quieter"

As Y/N left her living room for her bedroom, Sam saw the silhouette of a man trying to assemble the splinters the plate had left behind.

"Sorry for that. What were you saying?"

"Nothing. I'm just sorry I didn't call you earlier and I hoped that you had a great birthday..."

"You sure there was nothing else"

"Yeah, yeah I'm sure"

The two of them chatted for another 5 minutes when the conversatio became awkward.

Y/N was certain when she hung up that Sam was about to reveal his feelings. And she would have let him. In fact, she would have revealed hers as well.

But Dan had to be in the way. Or was it Ian? Stan? Y/N had always done this. When she was thinking of Sam too much, she was collecting men to share the night with.

She never got attached to anybody but liked to wake up by a man's side.

A few weeks later, Dru called Y/N with good news.

"We've got some rest from the tour. We'll be at Shields for a month or so. I cannot wait to see you again, little sister!"

Y/N had set her mind to meet them at the train station from where she would get in the tour bus with them. Since Sam's aborted declaration, Y/N had not gotten any news from him and was not taking any.

When the van arrived and its doors opened, Dru ran to Y/N and hugged her "Ah, come here, you!"

There was a new face amongst the original team.

"Hi, I'm Lisa" the stranger introduced herself. By gazing that her hand was in Sam's, Y/N took a wild guess that the two of them were a thing.

"Nice to finally meet you. You're the 5th Beatle or so it seems. The boys could not shut up about you"

Y/N grinned at Dru and fainted a smile towards Sam. Unfortunately, she couldn't say as much for Lisa and blamed Dru to have kept it a secret.

Lisa was gorgeous, it was undeniable. Her posh accent had made the journey with her and contrasted with hers and the boys'. As long as Sam is happy, I'm happy, Y/N tried to convince herself as she got in the van.

"So, pub?" Dru asked. It was not even 5 pm but the idea seemed to everyone's taste.

"I'll join you later if that's alright. Joe, can you drop me off? I've got a few things to do before I join"

"You alright?" Dru whispered at her as he was seated next to her in the back of the van.

"Yeah, I'm fine" but as she answered, she stared a little too long at Lisa and her brown curls, her tanned skin and her perfect Julia Roberts smile.

"It's Lisa, huh? I don't like her either. Too posh for Sammy"

"I've never said I didn't like her"

"Then what?" Dru hesitated and then exclaimed "Oh!"

As he had nearly shouted, all of the boys and Lisa turned around to laugh at his looks of bewilderment.

Dru shushed himself down as his friends took the piss at him "Finally got the epiphany that you're ugly, Michael?" Dean mocked him.

As Dru brushed the joke and everything went back to normal, he went on with his whispering "You fancy Sam?"

Y/N simply nodded which got Dru leaning back in his seat, stirred by the confession.

"There, you go, princess" Joe stated as he had parked right in front of Y/N's flat.

They all greeted Y/N goodbye and agreed that they would see each other at 7. Sam did not dare looking at her in the eye. He knew he should have said something about Lisa but he had not come around it, why would he since she had her own life now?

As she opened the door, Y/N started tearing up a little, stunned by all the events. She seized her phone and sent a text.

By 6.15, the intercom rang. Y/N had changed into a wrap dress made of sequins and black heels.

"Hey!", she exclaimed to the man who was waiting by the door. This one was Chris, a chap she had seen some days prior. He reminded her of Alfred Enoch somehow with his chiseled jaw and round cheeks. Y/N didn't feel like being alone tonight and Chris was good company.

"Y/N, here!" Joe informed as he was in charge of getting a new round of drinks "By the table over there. Oh hi" he said to the stranger "I'm Joe"

Chris was by far the best-dressed man there as, clearly not familiar to pubs, he was wearing an open white shirt over brown chinos.

Dru and Tom made some space for Y/N and Chris to sit once Y/N had introduced everyone to her date.

The conversation was very much alive by 8 except for the fact that Lisa and Chris felt left out as it was all about childhood memories and family-related topics.

Sam was all eyes for Y/N. It was as though nothing awkward had ever happened between them and as though they were kids all over again.

In an effort to include Chris in the night's ambiance, Y/N asked him to dance with her. She hoped by that that she could get a reaction from Sam as dancing was THEIR thing.

At her birthday parties, they were always the two ones inventing silly dance moves on cheap Eurodance. As teens, they would always wiggle at gigs while the rest of the audience would look at them tenderly.

"I should get going. I've got a meeting in the morning" Chris let Y/N know as a song by Marvin Gaye ended. It was only 10 pm but Y/N didn't hold him back.

"C'mon, Sam. Invite her to dance, you're dreaming of it" Lisa rushed him. "She's your best friend after all"

What if he didn't want to be her best friend anymore?

Sam got up and joined Y/N. Tonight, he would tell her the truth. Not tomorrow, tonight.

"May I accompany you?"

"Yes, you may. Lisa's not into dancing?"

"I don't know but I'm into dancing with you"

"He's in love with her, isn't he?" Lisa asked Dru who had just ordered more drinks.

"Yeah, I think he is.. I'm sorry"

"Don't be, it's no big deal. Sam and I were just fooling around anyway. She's sweet, just what he needs"

"They just have to admit it now"

"So, Chris.. You two are together for long?" Sam asked.

"No, I mean technically we're not together. We've met twice with tonight"

"He seems nice"

"Yeah, I suppose. You and Lisa?"

"About the same: couple of weeks, nothing too serious"

"What did you mean to tell me last time?"

"Last time?"

"Yeah, you were saying that you missed me and all"

"Well, yeah. Touring without you sucked. I've missed you every fucking day. I want to be with you all the time. It's always been like that me and you"

"I missed you too, Sam"

The song had changed.

"What I'm about to say could ruin what we have but I just have to say it: I've always loved you, Y/N. It took me a whole ass tour to realise that. It's what I told you on the voicemail"

"I love you too, you idiot!"

Dru admired Lisa's ability to remain amicable even when she understood that Sam and Y/N had just confessed their feelings. He had judged her badly and saw what Sam had seen in her: a genuine goodness.

Sam was eager to kiss Y/N but had to make sure that Lisa was alright. He wanted more than anything else in the world Y/N and him to be together but he couldn't do it like that.

He turned around to Lisa only to see her kissing Dru. Sam shook his head and turned back on Y/N who was laughing at this sudden act of PDA.

Sam laughed along and then joined his lips to Y/N's.

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Breaking the Shell (Lucifer Morningstar)

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Words: 1.6k Warning(s): ANGST, blood/wound mention A/N: FINALLy I had enough inspiration to get this one done. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you guys enjoyed reading. Also I love using gifs lol Request: Hey if you take requests may I ask for a Lucifer x reader where she is so hardened and cold towards everyone so he acts the same way to her until she gets hurt on a case and he panics (you can end it however)

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A hard shell.

That is what you formed around your heart for protection. Too many people in your life had betrayed you, or hurt you in some form. So when you made the decision to move to L.A., you didn't want to feel that same mental and emotional hurt again.

You worked as a detective at the LAPD, often working alongside with Detective Chloe Decker and her civilian consultant Lucifer Morningstar.

You had no qualms with Chloe. She was good at her job, thought outside the box, stood her ground with what really happened with Malcolm, and she had a good set of morals on her. You respected her and held her in high regards.

Her partner Lucifer on the other hand was a different story. He was a goofy, sarcastic, pain in the ass unprofessional, mess of a person. Although past all of those traits, you can tell he wants to do good, whether he wants to admit it or not. He was like that with everyone else. After a while of starting working here, you noticed he seemed to be matching your "cold" exterior you give to everyone else.

Good, You like to say to yourself whenever it crossed your mind. Less chances for you to get hurt in any situation. Although, you wouldn't admit it but you did have a slight soft spot for him (and Ella, but she is a different case). You admired the good he did, admired is acts of self-sacrifice, and sometimes his occasional quips at Dan made you chuckle. He had a mask on, like you did, but his was much different. Lucifer wore a mask of a suave and care-free, when in reality he held something deep and dark in his heart...

---

It was another day, another case. You were teamed up with Chloe and Lucifer with your partner Dan. The four of you were in some huge, fancy house, looking for the wife and butler of a murdered millionaire. Lucifer pieced together that the wife and butler were the true killers, and they tried framing the gardeners.

The place was surrounded by cops, but the four of you went in alone. Chloe and Dan took one side of the house while you and Lucifer took the other. It wasn't ideal but if he kept his mouth shut-

"So do you always have a stick up your bum?" He quipped your way.

"Are you always this insufferable?" You snapped back, keeping your attention focused on looking for the suspects.

"I find it funny how you keep such a cold exterior to anyone who tries to talk to you."

"I find it funny how you are trying to play therapist right now while we are searching for two murders, Lucifer." You could tell he was trying to mimic your snappy mechanism to keep people away while simultaneously trying to break your wall.

"I just want to know, Darling. You seem lonely."

"Just because I keep to myself and I like being alone doesn't mean I am lonely." You were really starting to get irritated. Although you did slightly lie there... it does get lonely at times.

"Oh did I catch a lie there, (Y/N)? I am the the devil after all, I can detect lies."

"Uh huh and I am the Easter Bunny." You snort.

"If you just step out of that shell of yours you wouldn't be lonely."

"Maybe I have reasons to be alone." You sighed, realizing that opens the door for more conversation about you.

"What reasons could that be?" You didn't respond to his question. "Oh don't shut me out now, we were getting somewhere."

"We weren't. Now drop it." You moved into the master bedroom, which was huge. You stood in the middle of the room and did a general sweep at first. You could feel Lucifer glaring at you, probably attempting to burn holes in the back of your head.

"Why do you keep to yourself, (Y/N)?" He asked you again. You ignored him and kept looking around the room. You had your gun at the ready while you looked under the king sized bed; nothing. You got up from the floor and jumped slightly when you saw Lucifer standing right next to you. He repeated his question. You ignored. He repeated the question yet again and you ignored yet. He repeated-

"I lost a lot of people close to me and I don't want to keep losing them!" You finally shouted at him, your breathing ragged. "I can't- I can't deal with it so I act cold. I act mean. I do want friends but I just can't do it."

"(Y/N)..." He mumbled your name softly. You would of broke down there if you hadn't heard a creak come from the closet. You bit your lip and pushed back all the emotions you were feeling. You walked towards the closet carefully, your weapon at the ready.

You barely make to the door when a burning pain hit you in the abdomen. You noticed the door had a hole through it before you knees buckled from the pain. Another shot rang out and you were hit again, right in the shoulder. You finally fell onto your back, a sob passed through your lips.

"(Y/N)!" Lucifer rushed to your sign, his eyes wide and his expression worried.

"Lucifer..." You cried, blood coating your hands as you tried to put pressure on your wounds. The door swung open and out came the two suspects. They both had guns pointed at Lucifer.

"Y-You are going to let us go and we won't kill you." The butler threatened, but his shaking voice made him seem less threatening.

"You stupid humans." Lucifer seethed, and you could of swore that you saw his eyes glow red. He turned from you and in an instant the man was disarmed and thrown against a wall. The butler slumped down, knocked out. He then turned to the woman and did the same, she let out scream before it was her turned to be tossed.

"Lucifer-" You called to him again which he was at your side once more. He peeled off his suit jacket and placed it over your abdomen wound. "Please... Please don't let me die alone." You hiccuped and winced from the pain.

"I'm right here, darling. I am not going anywhere." He tried to stay calm for your sake but the panic was starting to consume. His breathing was erratic as he stared down at your bloody, sobbing form. You were just starting to open up to him, even if he made you do it with a bit of annoyance, but you let down some of your wall. Now you were wounded, bleeding out right in front of him. "You aren't alone, (Y/N)."

"I'm sorry, Lucifer."

"Why are you sorry, (Y/N)?"

"For being so-so cold towards you. I actually do like you but I just-" You sucked in a deep gulp of air. It started feeling hard to get air.

"No, don't be. I quite like you too, I just didn't understand." He smiled sadly, tears started building up in his deep eyes. Lucifer continued to talk to you, even when paramedics came in to help you out. He followed them to the ambulance and rode with you to the hospital, he promised he wouldn't leave you alone for awhile.

-------

Lucifer and you grew close after that, extremely close. You were almost fully healed up and you were hanging out with Lucifer in his penthouse while off duty. You learned that he truly was the actual, biblical Lucifer and he confirmed you did see his eyes flash red. In turn he learned about the people who betrayed you, the exes that cheated on you, and the people you were close with passing away. He vowed that if he ever came across those who wronged you he would indeed enact some sort of punishment.

You were laying on his couch while he played random songs on his piano. You had the sudden urge to stand up and join him at his piano. You leaned against the instrument and watched with curiosity as his hands moved up and down the white and black keys: you recognized this piece as one of Beethoven's sonatas. He played the last measure of the piece and then looked to you.

"Yes, darling?"

"Oh I was just watching you." You smiled.

"How are your wounds?"

"They are a bit sore but the stitches have pretty much dissolved completely."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Lucifer." You watched as he stood up from his piano bench and placed himself in front of you.

"We didn't start off on the right foot and it took you almost dying for both of us to get to know each other." You picked up on how glassy his eyes were starting to look. "You are a stellar human, one I have grown to... to love." His voice got softer towards the end.

"Oh, Lucifer." You smiled fondly. "I feel the same way."

Lucifer beamed and leaned forwards, planting such a soft and gently kiss on your lips. His hands pulled you lose to his body and you wrapped your arms tightly around his frame.

You were so happy to have let down those walls for the Devil.

"I will always be with you, (Y/N)."

[babbushka]

December Fic Recap

Howdy folks, and a very Happy New Year to you all! Well, we did it, we somehow made it through 2020, lol. With the end of another month, comes��the fic recap list. If you’re new here, this is the opportunity I take to compile all the new writing that I posted this month, for those who may have missed some posts, or who are looking to re-read, or who may be new here and want to jump in on the fun!

I also update each character masterlist with this new writing, so if you’ve been looking for the update, here it is!

(No chapter updates this month, I’m sorry to say, but I’ll make up for that in January)

Oneshots: 

Get Gimel ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader***

In The Becoming ; Mob!Kylo Ren x Reader

Another Adventure ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Kylo Ren***

It’s All Worthwhile ; Lawyer!Kylo Ren x Reader***

A December To Remember ; Lawyer!Kylo Ren x Reader***

The Christmas Waltz ; Dan Jones x Reader

Wreck The Malls ; Flip Zimmerman x Reader**

Character Headcanons:

The Kylo AUs ranked from most to least dominant*

What Lawyer!Kylo Ren loves about his job

Lawyer!Kylo Ren being annoyed with how much he likes you

Lawyer!Kylo Ren’s pet peeves that you do to annoy him

Lawyer!Kylo Ren realizing he’s starting to fall for you

Lawyer!Kylo Ren’s favorite sex positions**

Lawyer!Kylo Ren’s dominance preference**

Lawyer!Kylo Ren collecting his reward for winning a case against you**

Lawyer!Kylo Ren taking you on a date

Lawyer!Kylo Ren being domestic with you and not even realizing it

Character Imagines: 

Kylo Ren

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren fucking you after murdering some enemies***

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren watching the stars on a winter night with you

The first time Lawyer!Kylo Ren sees you**

Lawyer!Kylo Ren shredding an attorney that’s bothering you

Lawyer!Kylo Ren being possessive and fucking you in the bathroom of an event***

Lawyer!Kylo Ren fucking the attitude out of you***

Lawyer!Kylo Ren visiting you in your office and fucking you over the desk***

Lawyer!Kylo Ren fingering and teasing you on his couch***

Spending Hanukkah with Lawyer!Kylo Ren Part 1, Part 2**, Part 3***, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6***

Lawyer!Kylo Ren fucking you on the side of the road coming back from the Hanukkah celebration***

Lawyer!Kylo Ren texting you about the Grinch because he misses you

Lawyer!Kylo Ren wanting to sleep in on Christmas morning

Lawyer!Kylo Ren inspiring complicated fluffy feelings from you

Bond Villain!Kylo Ren eatin’ you out in your secret apartment in Moscow***

Bond Villain!Kylo Ren spending quiet time with you in Moscow

Bond Villain!Kylo Ren taking photographs of you while you have sex***

Bond Villain!Kylo Ren phone sex***

Bond Villain!Kylo Ren finding you at a romantic ski lodge

Kissing Mob!Kylo’s scar

Mob!Kylo Ren stealing a few moments alone with you during his Hanukkah party

Biker!Kylo Ren cuddling with you on a snowy afternoon

Medieval!Kylo Ren having a snow day with you to celebrate the Solstice

Medieval!Kylo Ren eating you out by the fireplace after a Solstice feast***

Flip Zimmerman

Flip Zimmerman fucking you by the fireplace on the last night of Hanukkah***

Flip Zimmerman giving you a sexy massage after your Hanukkah party**

Flip Zimmerman enjoying a quiet moment by the candles with you

Flip Zimmerman wearing an ugly Hanukkah sweater

Flip Zimmerman burning latkes

Flip Zimmerman giving you his dick in a box***

Flip Zimmerman bitching about how he’s cold from the snow***

Flip Zimmerman coming home after falling in the lake during ice fishing

Flip Zimmerman snuggling with you on the couch with some hot chocolate

Clyde Logan 

Clyde Logan putting up a menorah at Duck Tape for you

Clyde Logan kissing you under the mistletoe

Clyde Logan decorating the Christmas tree with you

Clyde Logan spiking the hot chocolate at his Christmas party

Clyde Logan playing Christmas carols on the piano with you

Charlie Barber 

Charlie Barber celebrating Hanukkah with you and Henry

Paterson 

Paterson kissing powdered sugar off your lips

Paterson & Paul Sevier in a snowball fight with you

Pale 

Pale waking up to see you’ve decorated his apartment

Pale getting excited to celebrate Christmas with you

The total word count for December clocks in at: 71, 536!

Thank you all for spending another month with me, and whether you’ve been following for a day or a month or a year, it means the world that you all enjoy the writing! Here’s to a happy and healthy 2021, sending you all my love! 

*** = NSFW content! All fics are tagged with content warnings at the beginning of the story 

[jeessss]

I would like Playing Notes: An Informational Guide from you. So I have always not understood the whole concept of playing by ear. Does that mean your brain has memorized the sound of each key and when you hear a piece you immediately can recreate it? Or is it more a trial and error process where you try different keys to see what works? Also, is playing by ear easier or harder than sight reading? My assumption is that playing by ear would be a much more laborious, less efficient process that results in music that is less faithful to the original. Correct or wildly inaccurate? Also, are certain brains or types of people more wired to understand sight reading and others are not?

sorry this is going to be long and probably typo ridden on the account of me typing on my phone fjajjdkajdjs. i just have a lot of Feelings about piano.

At first, playing by ear is going to be a lot of trial and error. You’re going to listen to a note and then have to hunt around the keyboard for the corresponding note. But the more you do it, the easier and more instinctual it gets.

one of the things i love about piano (especially as an instrument for beginners) is that it gives you a visual representation of the relationships between the notes. a major chord looks a certain way. a minor chord looks a certain way. i always think of things in terms of shapes. the key of C has a certain shape, so does the key of G etc. Once you figure out what key you are in, most of your notes are going to be ones within that “shape,” so that narrows down your options. if it isn’t going to be one of the natural notes in the key (this is when you would have an accidental in the sheet music) it’s going to sound….different, so you usually know your have to veer off the path. i do not have perfect pitch, so i will have to hunt for my starting note, but once i have that and i figure out what key i’m in, things get easier. then there’s the simple things, like notes that are close together in pitch are close together on the keyboard.

in dan’s case, i’m willing to say he did not have as much actual music theory training as i did (this was still pretty limited in my case but it wasn’t nothing!) so he’s not necessarily going to have the correct vocabulary for these things. but he can still identify the patterns. there were chords that i didn’t know the technical names for but still had identified their shapes and had them stored away in my brain. i am incredibly impressed that he could play classical songs by ear! that shit is complicated! remember when i talked about playing notes outside of the natural key??? classical songs love to do that shit. i don’t think i could’ve learned these by ear, especially that early in my piano career. anyway. it’s more about the relationships between the notes than memorizing pitches. unless your one of those perfect pitch sickos.

i’d say your assessment of sheet music is correct though. in most cases it is going to be faster and easier, and i think dan could’ve learned it if he didn’t have this big mental block. all those instincts that you’ve built up learning to play by ear will still serve you when you are using sheet music, but you just have a reference to make things easier. me learning to play things by ear back in the day involved a lot of trying to loop the same five seconds of music on my zune mp3 player and then trying to figure that out before moving on and folks that was a trial! you kind of had to do a certain amount of playing by ear back then though if you wanted to play songs on the radio. you couldn’t just pop on musicnotes dot com and instantly download whatever you wanted. if you were lucky you could find it in the limited sheet music selection at your local sam ash. idk how things were in the uk but i am only a year older than dan so i tend to think high school dan would’ve been stuck doing the same thing.

that being said, definitely also true that certain brains are going to better at one or the other, and also you can be better at playing by ear or with sheet music depending on how much your practice it. dan is clearly naturally good at playing by ear! reading sheet music is like building a muscle and if you don’t keep it up you will get worse at it. i honestly don’t play from sheet music that much anymore because i’d rather compose or just make my own piano parts up, so i am not as quick at reading sheet music as i was in high school. my brain simply does not make the connection between the note on the page and the key on the piano as quickly.

as a last note, since dan does do much playing by ear it really wouldn’t surprise me if dan dabbled in composing! tbh when i am composing i am just hearing things in my head and playing those things. it is not so different imo. but if he’s anything like me we might not ever hear any of it, considering it took me years to share my songs with anyone and still to this day most of the people i know in the physical realm have no idea about any of it. but anyway dan please don’t be shy play us your original songs.

[amarantine-amirite]

Out of Words, Out of Songs, Out of Ideas

I got a real surprise today when I got the recording studio at my school.

No lie, when I first saw it, I actually said, "What the fuck?!" I was just lucky that there weren't any teachers around, otherwise I would've heard, "Language, Camille" and have to drop 25 cents in the swear jar.

I shouldn't have worried about a teacher overhearing me. I should've been worried about Zoe overhearing me.

I never got along with Zoe. Zoe is one of those people who refuses to take responsibility, gives pathetic excuses, and either ignores consequences or downplays them. Worse, she talks down to you like you're stupid. "Noticed the piano, huh?" she said.

I nodded quickly. "Why the hell are all the keys the same color?"

Zoe did the thing where she talked down to me like I was stupid. "The school district was worried that people would think the regular piano keys are racist, so they painted them to match the wood casing."

I couldn't believe what she said. In the name of racial harmony, they painted all the keys of the piano the same color. If it didn't actually happen, I would have thought it was a joke.

I should never put it past the school to do something like this. I remember we had twins in my fourth-grade class named Benjamin and Daniel. They went by Ben and Dan. We also had a Chinese kid in our class (James) that had a learning disability. Alphabetically, he came right before Ben and Dan.

I didn't play with Ben, Dan, or James that often. I only really remember their names because of this one thing that happened.

One day, when the teacher was taking attendance, he called James's name, but James didn't hear him. Frustratedly, he moved on to the next two people, Ben and Dan. He said, "Ben, Dan"

"Ben, Dan" sounds like the Chinese phrase for "idiot". When James heard the teacher say this, he ran out of the classroom in tears.

They had to put Ben and Dan in separate classes over this. I don't know what happened to them after that. All I do know is that people are far more willing to bend over backward to avoid stepping on toes than you think. "Do they not have a little voice in their head that says this might be a bad idea?" I squealed.

Zoe shook her head. "I understand that you're upset. I get that. Things are a little messy right now. But sometimes, things have to look a little worse before they look amazing," she said in her trademark condescending tone.

I need my visual signposts. Making all the keys on the piano the same color just takes them away. And I'm far from the only person that thinks that. The reason pianos have different colored keys so the person playing them can tell the difference between the natural and semitone pitches. "Zoe, this isn't a little messy;" I said way louder than I should have, "this piano is now unusable."

Dorothy walked in. "What's all the hubbub?" she asked.

I pointed to the piano. "The school thinks it can combat racism by painting the keys on the piano the same color." All they've managed to combat is the musician's ability to consistently play the right notes.

Dororthy looked at the piano. She looked at me. She looked at the piano again, and then she looked back at me. "You know, Camille" she said, "You can't come down from a high you were never on."

I nodded, even though I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. Sometimes, people say something insightful. Other times, it sounds insightful, but it falls apart the minute you try and parse it. "You can't come down from a high you were never on" falls into the latter.

I guess it could mean that you could never come back to reality if you never left reality in the first place, but I'm not fully sure. The more I think about it, the more I realize that it's one of those phrases that sounds deep and meaningful, but when you really look at it, it's just painfully confusing. "I get that, Dorothy, but can you explain to me what that's supposed to mean?"

I think she tried to say, "for everything, there is a season. There is a time for everything, and now is not the time for that." Basically, she tried to respond to a thought terminating cliché with another thought terminating cliché. But try as she might, she just could not get the words out. She wound up saying, "For everything, there is a season, a season is time of growth"

That sentence made so little sense that I burst out laughing. "Excuse me, what? Care to explain what this is supposed to mean, because I think I just had an aneurysm trying to decipher this."

Dorothy repeated what she said. "Everything has seasoning, but if you special the time, it is a growth."

"You're not making any sense"

By now, she started to get frustrated. "I said, for every season, a season is time of growth."

"That made even less sense than before," I said. I wanted to say "I've listened to drunk people who were far more coherent than that," but kept it shut. And for good reason. When she tried to speak again, nothing came out. No sound. Radio silence.

All of a sudden, it hit me. She wasn't dodging the question or being evasive or anything like that. She was actually having a stroke!

It spooked me. One minute, somebody's brain works fine. The next, it just comes to a grinding halt.

It could have been much worse. Even though she couldn't talk, at least her face wasn't drooping. Now was still a good time to call an ambulance, as time wasted is brain wasted.

I called 911, and they put me on hold. The hold music was "Staying Alive" by the Bee Gees. In the time I was on hold, Dorothy downed an entire bottle of water and began frantically signing to anyone who was watching. This might sound weird, but I felt a huge wave of relief watching her sign. She signed with both arms, the ASL equivalent to speaking with both sides of your mouth. Zoe looked at her and said, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Helen Keller." Dorothy got all pissed off, gave Zoe the finger, and stormed off to that corner of the room with the bead curtains.

Once I finally got off hold, 911 put me through to this guy whose last job was probably working as a bellhop in a second-rate Torquay hotel. "Hello? Hello, 911. How are you today?"

"Uh," I responded, "my friend Dorothy is having a stroke, how do you think I am?"

He blinked in confusion hard enough that I could feel it on the other end of the phone. "¿Que?" he said.

Growing ever more frustrated, I repeated, "Dorothy is having a stroke!"

I thought he'd understand the second time. But no, he did not. "¿Que?" he said again after a long pause.

I grew frustrated. It was almost like he couldn't remember what his job was, let alone the nature of my emergency. "Dorothy. Stroke." I reiterated in an annoyed fashion.

"OK, I see," he replied. He seemed to finally understand what I had said. "You friend Dorothy having a stroke."

"Yes!" I said. Finally, we were getting somewhere.

Or so I thought. I couldn't believe the next words out of the guy's mouth. "We no have time for you wild goose chase"

"What?!" I said, completely taken aback.

"We no have time. We no believe you. Very, very sorry. Goodbye!"

I went behind the bead curtains and sat down across from Dorothy. "Well, that was a bust." I said.

"Why didn't you bring your guitar?" Dorothy signed.

"My amp still isn't working" I answered.

The amp broke in the first place because some moron plugged it into a car battery. If you plug a guitar amp into a car battery, it will explode. I took it to the repair shop to get it fixed. They said it was ready for pickup, but it was exactly the same as it was when I went to pick it up as it was when I brought it in.

"I thought you had it fixed."

"So did I." I showed Dorothy a picture of the amp before I took it in and after. She looked at it and laughed.

"So Dorothy," I asked, "what did you mean when you said you can't come down from a high you were never on?"

Dorothy nodded. Those were the last words she said before she had a stroke, and it seemed she couldn't hear them without crying. She steeled herself and signed, "It means that if you don't know what you're expecting, it doesn't make sense to get upset when your expectations aren't met."

Good, I thought, we're getting somewhere. That said, she still can't talk. "I might call 911 again" I said.

Dorothy nodded. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea."

The good news was, I didn't wind up on hold. The bad news was, I wound up dealing with Manuel The 911 Operator again. "Hello, 911, how are you, is nice day"

"OK, no" I said, "Not nice day. Dorothy can't talk."

"¿Que?"

"Dorothy have stroke. Now, Dorothy no talk."

Not only did he recognize me from before, he still didn't believe me. "Oh, it's you," he said in a very annoyed tone, "We no believe you. How many times? Where are you ears, you great, big, halfwit?? We no have time, listen?"

For a brief moment, the line went dead. The operator picked up again. "Now you understand! So bye bye, please, bye bye." Nice. Then they hung up on me again.

I came here to record a song. Not only did that not get done, I had to fend off political correctness gone mad, deal with a 911 operator who knows nothing, and witness a close acquaintance lose her voice because part of her brain stopped working.

I can't believe I snuck out of geography class for this.

@leopard-prompts

[phanfictioncatalogue]

First Love Masterlist

Links Last Checked: September 2nd, 2023

between the bars. (ao3) - commonemergency

Summary: Dan is a lonely twenty-something year old not really looking for a connection until he finds one, and it's not in the way he expected, in fact he can't really even remember it.

Or the one where Dan and Phil meet on Tinder.

Butterflies and Hurricanes (ao3) - ashinatrashcan

Summary: Dan Howell is head over heels for the endearingly strange boy with eyes like the ocean.

(Or: a small piece I wrote to get some 2009 Phan feelings out of my system. Read with caution - this is pure fluff.)

dear dan (i love you) (ao3) - cityscaped (touchofgold)

Summary: 2022, a wedding and a letter saying 'I love you'

Deja Vu (ao3) - talismandan

Summary: The Wandering Stone Pub was a place Phil visited far too often. He’d go and drink in the hopes of hooking up with someone cute and, occasionally, he’d have a good night, but it would never compare to when he met a young brunette with eyes as big as Phil's hopes and dreams. It was love at first sight and he was ready to give anything to merely touch him. 10 years later though, Phil actually got his name.

hearts like ours (ao3) - kay_okay

Summary: “Sorry… what?” Phil replies, dumbfounded, shocked, void of all intellect.

“I said I’m in love with you. Actually, I said I think I’m in love with you, which isn’t true. I mean, I am. I know I am, I don’t know why I said I think.”

Learning to Love, (Again) (ao3) - wekingsandprettythings

Summary: Dan was made a single Dad when he was just 16. Nearly 11 year later, after putting his love life on hold, he meets another single and super hot dad. Somehow a sleepover for their kids leads to something neither of them expected.

Let The Salt Dry (ao3) - dandrogynous

Summary: “When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.”

- Aleksandar Hemon

2009 except Dan is a trans boy

Painted Flowers - paradisobound 

Summary: Flowers come in many shapes and sizes. Colors and types. But to Dan, they mean so much. From the young age of five, flowers begin to show up on his skin, and slowly as he ages, every Valentine’s Day, another flower paints over his flesh. They continue to grow into a beautiful garden until one day he meets Phil. And like the tale tells, once you meet your soulmate, a flower will no longer bloom on your skin every Valentine’s Day.

Play Upon Me Like This Piano (ao3) - Elleberquist6

Summary: In many ways, Phil's life is perfect: he loves his life in London, he has a wonderful brother and parents, and he has a great job as a radio DJ for BBC Radio One. There's only one thing missing in his life... A rumor reaches an executive at the BBC about a talented local piano player named Daniel. The executive decides that Daniel would be the perfect guest on Phil's radio show, so she sends Phil to speak with the evasive and mysterious piano player. When they finally meet, Phil starts to think that he has found the person who will make his life complete. Unfortunately, Dan has a secret that will make getting close to him difficult.

read between the lines (i will if you will) (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Skype conversations between Dan and Phil, leading up to their first meeting. 2009!Phan. Prepare for fluff.

really really (ao3) - Ablissa 

Summary: "Tell me more," Dan whispers in between one kiss and the next. "Tell me something else." Phil's brain is hazy, his insides turned to mush, so it takes him a moment to understand what Dan just said. "What?" "I want to know everything." Dan's voice is soft and quiet, the kind of voice that Phil knows is reserved only for him. "Tell me something else about you."

-- 2009!Phan. Cuddles in bed, lazy kisses, and secrets out in the open.

Scared to Be Lonely - paradisobound

Summary: Phil begins school at a new high school to avoid his past, however, he doesn’t intend for how much his life is going to change. He meets Dan, the one he’s first warned about, and develops a quick attraction for him. But when things begin to look up for Phil, someone else comes in and breaks the norm.

This I Promise You (ao3) - phantastic (marvel_ling)

Summary: Dan doesn't have much confidence in himself, that changes thanks to Phil.

Where This Takes Me (ao3) - dandrogynous

Summary: They don't talk about it for a very long time. It's too much, at first, too strange and specific to fit into any one category, the lines between best mates and something else, something other, blurry and undefined. Phil refuses to call it something better because it isn't. It's not. Nothing could be better than the way it feels to hear Dan tell him, his voice quiet and heavy with fondness and sleep, “you're the best friend I’ve ever had.”

World’s Greatest First Love: The Case of Daniel Howell - paradisobound

Summary: Dan Howell wanted a clean break from his father’s publishing company. It was why he applied for a different company in London: to stop the ridicule of his coworkers for riding on his ‘daddy’s coat tails’. But he wasn’t expecting to suddenly be going from a literature editor, to a graphic novel editor. And he certainly wasn’t expecting to come face first with his first love who broke his heart from when he was a teenager: who just happens to be his new editor-in-chief.

would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you? (ao3) - resurrectdead

Summary: “Hey.”

Phil reaches over the counter. Leaning one elbow on it, he puts a finger underneath Dan’s chin, gently tilts his head back up. Dan tries not to tremble. He darts his eyes up and they catch at his lips, stay there as he speaks. (He wants to taste them so bad.) “I don’t know what kind of people you’re friends with,” he starts, “but if they aren’t nice to you, maybe you should consider switching them out for some that are.”

or: it's 1978, everything is a bad influence, catholicism makes you a bit sad sometimes and dan finds the answer to all his questions

Young and in Love (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: When the coffee shop in the basement of Dan’s university is suddenly closed one evening, he uses his phone to track the next closest one. But who was to know that his life would change entirely when he stepped inside? A story of love, heartbreak, and everything in-between, we follow Dan through the journey of growth and acceptance.

[yoursummerfrost]

Ask meme time! Pick three fics you have written, post a favorite section of each and explain why it is your favorite. Then, pass it on!

How could you ask me to choose between my children?! :P This is fun, though, thank you! I’ll pick three fics that have gotten less traffic compared to my others :) Going under the cut ‘cause it’s kinda long!

from my bones, wrapped around you:

"Mazikeen," Lucifer calls. Maze bites the inside of her cheek and walks back out into the living room. Everyone is sitting on the couch except for Eve—who's hovering near the piano where Maze left her—and Lucifer, at the bar. "At least let me pour you a drink, before you go?"

Maze swallows, looking at all of them. Linda is smiling at her. Trixie's in Chloe's lap, holding a glass of chocolate milk.

Lucifer gestures with her favorite bottle of scotch.

"Okay," she says, and slides onto a stool to watch him pour.

There's quiet conversation behind them; someone talks about calling Ella and Dan. Lucifer slides the glass into her hand and she can't think of drinking it.

"I worried about you, while I was gone," he tells her. "I hoped you were well."

She swirls the scotch around, watching how it reflects the light. "It doesn't really matter how I was."

"I've no idea what you mean," he says.

"I'm supposed to live in the moment, right?" Maze finally takes a drink, rolling the sting around on her tongue. "Benefits of being soulless."

"Mazikeen," Lucifer says, and his voice cracks with something she has to chase down her throat. "I've never lost sleep over your soul. But I care very much about your heart."

Maze's second thought is of the balcony. How she could jump off of it, and he'd use those wings that once upon a time he made her hack off to catch her. Her third thought is about glass, and how it breaks.

Her first thought is, You're home.

Maze chugs the rest of her scotch and tells him, "Make the next one a double."

It’s hard to pick one snippet from this fic, because there were so many little moments where I wanted this reflection of soullessness to weave itself together. Ultimately I went with the culmination, which is this interaction between Maze and Lucifer. These are two people who went from being all each other had to drifting apart while they tried to grow. And now, trying to navigate this horrible mess of lingering loyalty and growing resentment, Lucifer reaches out with this peace offering--pouring her a drink, which is a refrain from the show.

Throughout the fic, Maze has been grappling with her lack of a soul. Rivers told her that she had one, Amenadiel suggested she could grow one. Eve is fixated on the freedom that being soulless brings. And Lucifer, who stood with her in Hell and abandoned her on Earth, says this: it doesn’t matter how you were created, or what you were born with. I see who you’ve become. 

from truth (like blood under fingernails):

"You didn't fool me," Dan argues. "I know you."

"No," Lucifer says, "you don't."

Dan takes another step forward. "I do."

"I'm the Devil!"

Dan throws his hands up and snaps, "I know," and Lucifer snarls, "Do you?" and his face is gone, charred and blistering like it's been peeled off under a blowtorch, and—

Dan thinks, Did you do that, too? and—

He understands, suddenly. The mutilated wings he can't touch and the nauseous fear that curls up and hisses in his own belly and the fucking horror of what can you make out of this?

"It won't work," he says, and takes a gnarled hand up in his own. "I'm so fucking tired of running away, Lucifer. I won't do it again."

Lucifer's face flickers back into place. He says, "I don't understand."

Dan swallows. He looks down, traces a careful finger over the ring on Lucifer's hand. "You can't push me away because you're scared. I won't let you."

"You need to leave," Lucifer insists.

"Tell me you don't want me," Dan says. He looks up, meets the confusion in Lucifer's eyes. "You never lie, right? If you can tell me that you don't fucking want me—that you don't want me here—I'll go."

Lucifer's lips purse. He laughs, softly, this beautiful wide-eyed thing spreading across his face. Dan always wants to touch the space between his eyebrows when he looks like that—the gentle furrow of them.

"You still owe me a favor," Lucifer says.

Dan frowns, a little amused. "I… yeah, I do."

"And you'd do anything?" Lucifer asks. "Whatever I asked of you?"

"Of course." Dan reaches as Lucifer pulls his hand away. "Luce, I don't understand."

Lucifer smiles and cups Dan's cheek with the hand and kisses him, chaste and gentle and with the faintest taste of salt even though Dan can't remember him crying, and he feels as all-encompassing as he always does right up until he pulls away.

"Leave me."

Dan opens his eyes, feeling— "What?"

"Pay me my due," Lucifer says, gently. "And leave me."

Hoo, boy. First of all, this fic was supposed to be like 16k of enemies to lovers hate sex, and then it wasn’t. But the penultimate scene is my favorite because of the way we finally see Dan and Lucifer’s hangups smashing against each other--Dan is always running, and Lucifer is always pushing people away. But Dan is finally ready to be brave, and he quite literally sees Lucifer at his worst and wants to stay anyway. So he uses Lucifer’s Devil-ness against him, and gives him an ultimatum to force his hand.

And Lucifer’s response has a lot of layers: at first, he’s genuinely trying to push Dan away with his Devil face. But then there’s a shift that we don’t necessarily understand until the finale scene. For most of the fic, Lucifer has been hanging this favor that Dan owes him over Dan’s head; it’s been in a pretty light-hearted way for Dan, who can’t think of much he wouldn’t do for Lucifer. But for Lucifer, who cares so deeply about free will--who Fell for it, the idea of having that control over Dan was unthinkable. So Lucifer cashes in the favor by forcing Dan to leave him, which is the one thing Dan wouldn’t do of his own free will--thus simultaneously exercising Lucifer’s power over Dan and freeing him from it. 

from a heart i couldn’t silence:

"I miss pigeons," says Julian. "I mean, some would say seagulls are effectively the pigeons of the coast, but there's subtleties. Pigeons have a humbleness to them that I can respect—seagulls think they're better than us."

Yen barks out a laugh before she can stop herself. "That's the most incomprehensible pile of bullshit I've ever heard."

"It's not!" Julian insists. "You know I'm right, Yennefer."

Yen rolls her eyes and looks over at Ciri; she's smiling now, her hands still wringing her sweatshirt while she talks to the group.

"... I never thanked you, you know," Julian says abruptly.

Yen shifts uncomfortably. "For what, not failing you? It was for my own benefit—I couldn't risk you retaking my fucking class. I would've killed you and prison isn't in my five year plan."

Julian says, "For Geralt."

Yennefer loathes playing dumb. It's beneath her in every way. She asks, "What about him?"

"There was a month and a half period where I got really into playing 'Jolene' on guitar," Julian answers.

Yen's nostrils flare. "I don't want to play six degrees of separation with your brain right now, Julian."

She can tell it hits too hard by the way his posture changes. She doesn't apologize.

"I know that if you'd asked him not to, he wouldn't have ever…" Julian trails off, but she'll grant him that measure of obscurity. "I mean, I just—I know it makes you uncomfortable. You don't really like me. And I love him more than pretty much anything and… thank you, for that."

What do you love more? Yen wonders. Says nothing about it or anything else that could lead the point of a dagger to somewhere soft.

Remarkably, a crab skitters across the wooden walkway and into the brackish water of the creek.

Julian says, "Forget I said anything," at the same exact time Yen tells him, "It was the way he smiled at you."

"I'm sorry?" Julian asks.

"People like you and I," Yen says slowly, "learned how to be greedy. Geralt doesn't want loudly, or often. He's convinced he isn't made for it."

Julian says softly, "I know."

"And he smiled at you," Yen says, "like he wanted to be wrong."

Look, this scene isn’t even really the point of the fic, so much as it’s setting up for a story like 3 or 4 fics later in the series, but I’m low-key deeply obsessed with yennskier and I just really love this dynamic for them. This mutual dislike that morphs into begrudging respect, and slowly they uncover how similar they are in key ways? I eat that shit up. Also, they’re having this interaction coming off of some joint protectiveness over Ciri, which is also my shit. 

[bubblyani]

Christmas Blues

(Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

A Lucifer Morningstar Christmas One Shot

Genre: Fluff

Authors Note: Some heart warming Lucifer Christmas Fluff is just what we need. Something perfect for Christmas eve. Hope you all enjoy!

Los Angeles, it has always been a spectacle. But it seems to double in spirit, especially during Christmas time. So it was no surprise how you would prefer to walk, than drive on short trips around the city.

Going to LUX for example.

It was your first ever Christmas here, and it certainly felt different. Involuntary humming of Christmas tunes may reach your ears, but then they’d stop, for your heart broke a bit every time you did.

Waitresses, bartenders, dancers dressed provocatively in red, white and green, LUX remained LUX; with a Christmas touch of a lustful nature. Spotting the one you hoped to find, you swam through the crowded sea of people towards the bar.

“Lucifer!”

Beautiful women draped in his arms, Lucifer Morningstar turned upon hearing your voice from across the room. Flashing a bright smile, he was certainly happy to see you. You may be his friend, but that does not hold you back from appreciating the handsome man he always was.

“Y/N! Darling...you made it” he cried. 

“Indeed I did...with purpose of course” Smiling back, you replied loudly as you held up your leather bag.

“Oh yes! That....” he remembered, releasing the two women from his arms, “Y/N...meet the twins Selina and Sylvia” he said, gesturing to the beautiful brunettes by his side,  “Excuse me ladies, but there are some important matters that need to be attended to...” he said, amidst their protests and their pouts, “...but no matter. I will  be right with you two”

Guilt seeped through you, being the party crasher tonight. A night with Lucifer Morningstar apparently was quoted “The best night ever”. So you’d pout too if you were lucky enough to be in their place.

“He’ll be back soon, sorry” mouthing the words, you looked apologetic as you could be, before you followed your friend upstairs.

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“I bet it was a tough bargain”

“Well...your name certainly did the trick . I really don’t know why you need this version of the book”

“Oh there’s something about Oscar Wilde that i just cannot resist”

Shaking your head with confusion, you handed him the old leather bound book.

“So...what plans await you tonight Y/N?” Lucifer asked, as he got up. You sighed, dreading that question.

“I really prefer you asking me that any day but today Lucifer”

“Why? What’s the matter?” He looked troubled, while pouring you a glass of scotch.

Suddenly it all felt more difficult. Pressing your lips together, you began.

“Cause it’s Christmas...”

“Chri-? Ah Christmas...ah yes...” feigning laughter, Lucifer looked up, “Good one dad...” he said, sarcasm quite strong there, “...don’t really even see the importance of this bloody stupid day”

“It’s not stupid” you interjected, accepting the glass he offered. Although that response came out faster than expected.

“Y/N...” Lucifer began with surprise, “I did not take you for a religious person...I’m mortified”

“I’m not-…” pausing, you were aware of your over emotionality, “I’m not religious” You sighed once again, before taking a sip “....truthfully it’s not the religious part I’m a fan of”

“Then?” He asked. You shrugged.

“It’s the family part. Being with family”

You said, while you got lost in your own thoughts for a few seconds. Little did you know, pure concern was all that your friend could show you at that moment.

“So...does that mean you’re not spending Christmas  with anyone?” You continued with an inquiry.

Lucifer laughed. “No....why should I?”

“How’s that possible ?” You kept on, “What about your friends? Chloe?”

“She, Dan and the little one are...”

“Of course...” you said, nodding, “and Linda  and Ella probably are occupied too from the looks of it-Maze! What about Maze?” You asked, snapping your fingers.

“Out on a bounty hunt...” Lucifer answered casually, “Christmas is a great time for crime, surprisingly….not-”

“AMANADIEL?!?”

Lucifer almost spat in his drink as you yelled it out while standing.

Lucifer sighed, “...out of the country. Y/N, what’s the matter with you?”

“Wow...” you breathed, shaking your head, “Unbelievable”  as you sat down on the piano stool.

“Well believe it Ms. Y/L/N!” He said, sitting right next to you. You could not help but click your tongue. “It’s just that ...this is the time to be with the people you love...” you said, looking at him “Don’t you miss your family?”

“That...is not for me to decide” Lucifer replied coldly, taking another sip.

“Well...whatever the case, I’m sure your family misses you” you said, casually playing notes of a G major chord.

“Oh I highly doubt that” He opposed.

“What??“ your voice went high. “No no ...” taking his glass, you took a huge sip, making a disgusted face right afterwards that made him laugh, “...Lucifer ...no matter what...family is family”

Aware of the profound words that you spat out, you smiled at him, “I’m annoying you now, huh?”

“Oh...darling...” taking the glass back from you, Lucifer continued, “You can never annoy me”

Moved by his sweetness, you looked down at the piano keys, “You know...my ex he...he broke up with me last Christmas. It was...” you shuddered, “...horrible. But...I had my family with me. So all was good. This time however...no one” your tone lowered as you came to that horrid realization.

“Well...” Lucifer began, “not no one” 

His kindness moved you even more. So much so you felt like you might turn into mush. He was right.

Suppressing a smile, you kept staring  at the keys, “...You a fan of Christmas songs?”

“Ah don’t you dare steer me in to this” Lucifer protested in an instant. 

“No no I'm not  ...” you chuckled. “It’s just that ...one song in particular really speaks to me tonight. I wondered  if you know this one...” As the fingers caressed the keys until they finally landed on the chord, you cleared your throat as you began to sing: 

“The... jingle bells are jingling , The streets are white with snow

The happy crowds are mingling

But there's no one that I know” 

With a scoff, you continued:

“I'm sure that you'll forgive me” Looking over at Lucifer, you sang in your most beautiful,

“If I don't enthuse.I guess I've got the Christmas blues...

“...don’t you know this?” You asked, only to find him looking confused.

“I've done my window shopping.

There's not a store I've missed

But what's the use of stopping

When there's no one on your list

You'll know the way I'm feeling

When you love and you lose”

The hint of sadness in your voice was quite evident:

“ I guess I've got the Christmas blues”

You couldn’t believe how he was still unfamiliar with this song. Then again, so did most people. However, you did not give up. Playing the next chord, you sang with conviction:

“When somebody wants you

Somebody needs you

Christmas is a joy of joy”

Enamored with the words, your head was up on the clouds. Until  it came down in an instant with the next chord:

“But friends, when you're lonely You'll find that it's only-”

“A thing for little girls and little boys”

Your ears were invigorated by the sudden emergence of Lucifer’s voice. “I remember this one” he finally said, with a happy realization. Queuing each other, you both drew in a deep breath :

“May all your days be merry

Your seasons full of cheer”

His accompaniment complimented the voices as the song continued:

“But 'til it's January

I'll just go and disappear”

You both chuckled with empathy. For it seemed so relatable.

“Oh, Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes,

But Santa only brought me the blues”

Finally, you felt as if you were gazing in to the eyes of someone who finally knew.

“Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas... ....blues”

When the ending chord came into formation, Lucifer took his hands off the keyboard with a smile on his face. Especially since he noticed you were about to burst with excitement.

“We sound ....so great together “ you said, stars twinkling in your eyes. “YES! indeed we do” nodding, Lucifer replied.

Clapping your hands, you were ecstatic, “It’s so cool...”

“What say we do this every week at Lux ?”

You could not even believe what just escaped Lucifer’s lips.

“Duet ?” You asked, wide eyed,  “...with you? Sign me up!” Clapping once again, You swore your smile would combust into billions and light up the room. And suddenly,  your heart felt festive as it should be on Christmas Eve. Enough to fill the rest of the night.

The singing did not stop, in fact, it continued longer than you imagined. Plans started to take shape, with various attempts on several repertoires. Harmonizing with his beautiful voice gave you an all new kind of high. For the vocal chemistry was just right.

Singing led to hankering for food. Lucifer watched you, suppressing his laughter until his finally couldn’t. Especially when you sang to the phone, placed your order for pizza. And when the innocent delivery boy arrived, it was you who couldn’t stop laughing when your friend sang to him, tipping generously as he did so. 

The piano finally took a break when the music began to play in the background. A mini dance party was declared by you. “Of course, this is the more humble version than what you have downstairs” you said as you stretched yourself.

Fueled by the joyous spirit, Lucifer surprisingly agreed, dancing alongside you while challenging you with various styles.

“Surely you must have seen Pulp Fiction...” you’d tease him,

“Of course i have ...how dare you even doubt “ Mr. Morningstar replied, not losing to your movements as he flaunted his figure in rhythm.

Many twists later, you found yourself involuntarily looking at your watch.

12:30 am

Finally, you did it. Twisting and sobering your way into a new day. A day you dreaded to spend alone.

“Well...what do ya know?” You said, panting, “It’s midnight and-“ gasping, you came to a realization, “Oh no!” You cried out, covering your mouth, “The TWINS!..they must have been waiting for you”

Guilt washed over you, for you never intended to crash the party.

“Ah! not to worry...” Lucifer said, disregarding it immediately, “I’m sure they found themselves something to be entertained by...ah! pleasuring each other for example...”

You burst out with laughter, “...eww” 

Truthfully, you stood there before him, feeling nothing but grateful.

“Merry Christmas Lucifer!” You smiled, “...Thank You for a memorable evening” “Merry Christmas to you darling...and stop being so polite” Lucifer chuckled, welcoming you with open arms as you went for an embrace.

In the cold winter that reigned the city, you never felt this warm. His embrace, it felt special. More than ever. Safe in his arms, you were reminded of the joy you felt with your family. The joy that was birthed with pure love. Except it was different. But in a good way. You did not want to let go. You reluctantly did though, to his surprise.

“Um yeah...” you muttered, with your hands on your waist, “So...I guess I’ll be going then...” Leaving was the last thing on your mind. Grabbing your bag quickly, you just wished for a reason that could ultimately make you stay.

“Wait!” Lucifer cried out the moment you passed him.

“Yeah?” You asked, turning around in a flash. “It’s late...” he struggled. You raised your eyebrows , “It’s only midnight, Lucifer”

“Still...it’s Late” he stressed out, hands on his waist, “Stay...will you?” His voice grew soft with his humble request. You could not believe your ears.

“You really don’t have to be polite-”

“I insist...” he interrupted, “Stay... please”

You smiled, willfully throwing in the towel. For you were glad Lucifer Morningstar gave you a reason to stay.

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A nice, hot shower cleaned you, and his one of his crisp white shirts along with a pair of boxers certainly cozied you up. Little did you know, the next dilemma would be the sleeping arrangements.

“I really don’t mind the couch Lucifer...” 

“Nonsense! You’re taking the bed. I’m perfectly fine at the couch”

Sitting on one corner of the bed, you patted on the other side, “Come on...let’s share. I don’t bite”

“Oh...” with a mischievous chuckle, Lucifer continued, “I certainly don’t mind if you do-”

“Just please come on!” Rolling your eyes, you insisted.

It felt strange, to watch him climb on to the bed so carefully, and lay on his designated corner with discipline. So much it made you chuckle with disbelief. He did not move an inch, as if he was afraid to hurt you.

Except all this led to an awkward  silence that filled the room. Until you had enough of that.

“...You are allowed to go down you know!” You began with guilt, “ Party away my friend...Or I can actually go... back I don’t wan-”

“No!” He answered instantly, “It’s just that...this feels new. Laying in bed with a woman just to...sleep”

Affected by his adorable nature, you giggled, laying on your side to look at him.

“Damn...” you said, “Your life must be a roller coaster ride of one night stands”

“Yes...I suppose it is...” he said, quite fascinated by your expression. Suddenly, you had an urge. You just knew you had to fulfill it.

“Lucifer...” “Mmm??”

You took a deep breath:  “Can you hold me?“ Breaking into a soft chuckle, he smiled: “Oh of course I can, love...come here”

Excited, you wriggled your way towards his open arms, until he wrapped one around you, bringing you close. The moment your head rested on his chest, you felt that special warmth once again.

“That’s better” you breathed.

When you felt his hold on you tighten , butterflies began to birth inside. Before you grew curious, you just ignored it, indulging in the joy you were blessed to be immersed in.

“I rather have your constant rambling than the plain quiet...I just realized that“ your honesty spoke out.

Looking down at your head, Lucifer seemed glad, “Really??” He asked, attempting to stroke it.

“Yep...” you nodded, “...tell me about one of your lustful adventures...they seem fun” you said, staring at the ceiling.

“My...this seems too good to be true!”

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“So then what happened? What was her fantasy?”

Dying of curiosity, you asked, snuggled in his warmth. Lucifer sighed.

“Her fantasy was...drum roll please...Having sex at the Ball Pit of a Chuck E Cheese”

“What? No waaaay...”

“Yes...can you believe it? apparently the thought of getting caught turns the minx on”

“Oh ho! That type huh?” You replied, suddenly becoming more aware of your eyelashes as you slowly began to blink, “So what was your response?”

“I said...I’d rather eat a plate of warm mayonnaise than visit that Child laden Cesspool”

You chuckled at his response, along with a little yawn.

“But still...” Lucifer continued, “...a little practice wouldn’t hurt anyone. So there we w-”

A snore. A loud snore, interrupted him. And he found it actually belonged to you.

Sound asleep, there you were, comfortable in his arms with a soft smile adorning your face.

Smiling back, Lucifer could not help but hold you a bit tighter. He looked up, only to whisper something in a way he never imagined.

“ Ah Christmas“ he said, with a sense of gratefulness, “Good one, dad”

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Crash Landing on You, ep 12

This might have been my favourite episode of the whole series so far.  It made me laugh and it made me cry. This show is really, really close on being my favourite drama ever (or at least favourite rom com).  It just depends on how it ends. DON’T LET ME DOWN CLOY.

Cheol Gang really underestimated Se Ri.  I don’t think he expected her to think so quick on her feet.

I like this reoccurring theme of Se Ri and Jeong Hyeok protecting one another.  It was really stressed this episode, with how Se Ri saved him in the garage, the watch and the Jeong Hyeok hearing Se Ri’s message.

One thing with Se Ri is that she does repay her debts. She didn’t have to give the reporter guy a job but she she is grateful for what he did.  I think that if she can give Eun Dong that 100 millon won, she will.

I was dying at the boys and their mission. Man Bok, eavesdropping on the latest gossip at the office. Ju Meok had access the internet and promptly watched the last few episodes of that drama he never finished. I wonder if he started something new? Eun Dong getting sucked into a game, unknowingly getting into a beef with Jeong Hyeok and then getting ready to throw down in real life. Chi Su randomly getting a job and then ignoring the phone when it Jeong Hyeok was calling to order. Gwang Beom getting stopped on the street by talent agencies.

I cannot believe that pouty Jeong Hyeok was all because Se Ri scolded him about the video game.

My favourite scene (maybe ever) is the “drunken” conversation that Se Ri and Jeong Hyeok had. One the one hand I’m a little sad that Jeong Hyeok needed the pretense of being drunk. But then it’s also clear that they both know that neither is drunk.  It was such a massive thing for Jeong Hyeok to say.  Firstly, he’s not always the most expressive with his feelings (he shows, not tells). Secondly, the first time in a long time, he is planning for the future.  He is seeing the future.  He wants to stay with Se Ri. He wants to marry her, have a family and grow old with her.  He wants to go back to playing the piano. Se Ri handled it well and simply told he would have to stay by her side to do all that.

The boys meeting up with Jeong Hyeok was great. He really is a father figure to the Ju Meok, Gwang Beom and Eun Dong (especially Eun Dong). Chi Su is a bit older so it’s not the same but he also really respects Jeong Hyeok. They are family.

But it’s almost more important how they reacted to seeing Se Ri. They were all so happy, including Chi Su.  With a couple of exceptions, no one else has welcomed Se Ri this way. It means so much to Se Ri that she has found her true brothers. She found her family in these North Korean soldiers. Though Jeong Hyeok breaking up the group hug when he thought it went on too long made me laugh.

How great was it that they all just accept that Jeong Hyeok and Se Ri are in love? And they are comfortable enough just to tease Jeong Hyeok like crazy about it?

As for the going ons in North Korea: The ajummas rallying around their friend, regardless of what it may cost them was really touching. And of course Seung Jun was trying to destroy Se Ri’s family because they conned his father.  I do think that Dan and Seung Jun would be good for one another. It also looks like Jeong Hyeok’s family is in danger.  I’m not sure how Cheol Gang is getting messages across to North Korea but this is not good.

Se Ri’s sister in law is ruthless.  She’s really the one pulling the strings because Se Ri’s brother is spineless. Her having an alliance with Cheol Gang is going to be very bad for Se Ri and Jeong Hyeok

It was important to bookend Se Ri saying she was sorry she was born to Jeong Hyeok telling he was thankful that she was born. Because she is the one he loves. It broke my heart to see how Se Ri was abandoned but I also became more convinced that Se Ri’s mom will play an important role in helping Se Ri and Joeng Hyeok.

Jeong Hyeok heard Se Ri’s recording and then bringing back their earlier conversation about fate and coincidence was a nice touch.  He now knows that they are more connected that he thought.  I wonder if Se Ri has listened to it recently and put it together?

I can’t believe there are only four episodes left. I love this drama so much, despite all the suspension of disbelief I have to do.  Please, please, please let there be a happy ending.

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Something Sweet (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Requested: Reader and Lucifer are in a relationship and he loves her but nobody knows because Lucifer is Lucifer and you’re part of the police.

Summary: Everyone knows that Lucifer can be flirtatious so no one thinks twice about his comments towards you because, well, it’s just Lucifer being Lucifer. But, when a case takes all your attention away from him, people start to question why he’s so desperate to get it back. 

Word Count: 2887

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   "Well, aren't you a lovely little surprise this morning." A smile broke out on Lucifer's face the moment he saw you and he was quick to forget whatever Chloe was telling him in favor of walking towards you. It had only been a day since you last saw the man, his arms wrapped around you as he tried to convince you that the serial killer would turn himself in, but still, he acted like it had been ages. When you had finally escaped from his tight grip, you had pouted and told him you wouldn't be able to sleep over for a while; your current case the only thing keeping you up in the coming nights. Needless to say, it was a happy surprise that he got to see you at the station. "I believe there's a filing room with our name on it. If you'd hurry along that way." He gestured like he was directing traffic and you couldn't help but laugh despite the heat in your cheeks from the public display. He never was one to whisper and, if he did, then it was only for something deliciously sinful.

   "Lucifer, leave them alone." Chloe sighed, slapping his shoulder as she joined your little bubble. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I'll try to keep a tighter leash on him." You held in the temptation to laugh even more when she interrupted, Lucifer's face beyond offended. You weren't sure why but no one at the precinct seemed to believe that the two of you were an item. Sure, you weren't the biggest fan of public displays of affection but that didn't mean Lucifer wasn't. Whether it be flirting with you from across the room or tugging you into his side whenever he was close, he always made sure you knew you were his. There was even that one incident where he slapped your ass while he walked by and, while it wasn't unwelcomed, it was a little too much for the environment. Yet, with all of that in your coworkers' faces, they wrapped it up to Lucifer being Lucifer. In Chloe and Dan's case, they did everything in their power to try and stop Lucifer which was what you always found hilarious.

   Lucifer lifted a finger, ready to gesture to you and say something far from appropriate for the workplace. You jumped in before he could, your cheeks not able to get any hotter at this point, "No need, Chloe. He's no harm." His gaze shifted to you, his eyebrow raised in a silent promise of what harm he could be. You held in a sigh, wishing you could take him up on that filing room offer.

   "How's the case going?" Lucifer rolled his eyes and started pacing behind the two of you as you talked shop. You smiled softly at his childish antics. You knew that it just came from a place of wanting to keep you to himself but, unfortunately, the world wasn't so kind to let that happen.

   "It's a tough nut to crack but I got a new lead. I'm hopeful."

   "Yes, well, with a partner like Detective Douche, you'll need all the hope you can get." You and the detective turned together, giving Lucifer the same look of exasperation. "What did I say?" He asked, far too innocently for it to be genuine. The day you got partnered with Dan was, according to Lucifer, the worst day of his life. Despite the dramatics, he did tend to get jealous whenever you spent too much time with the other man. Not because he didn't trust you but just because he didn't like to share.

   Chloe sighed and turned back to you, "If you need any help, let me know okay?"

   You nodded, a smile on your face as you did. You and Chloe had always been close, though it might shock people. The chemistry between her and Lucifer was enough to make any one night stand doubt themselves but to be in a relationship with the man was a whole other obstacle. Admittedly, in the beginning, you were a bit hesitant because of her but Lucifer had let you known his true feelings and that they were only for you. It was hard to doubt much after that. Chloe was first in both of your lives; in yours as a best friend and in his as a partner. It only seemed fair that as a couple you would share her. "I will. You do the same." She smiled and walked away, heading towards Ella and expecting Lucifer to be right behind her. Instead, he was in front of you, looking like an abandoned puppy.

   "What's that face for?" You said, quietly. It wasn't often that he showed when he was upset, often opting for the silent but deadly approach to his feelings, but this was something softer. Something you only ever saw when he just wakes up and wraps his arms around you.

   "There's no face." He muttered, offended that you even suggested such a thing even though there most definitely was a face. "I just didn't expect you to be one so obsessed with their work."

   Dating Lucifer meant a lot of things but, the most important thing was that you had to learn how to read between the lines. You looked around, making sure no one was looking, and when the coast was clear you stood a little taller and kissed him sweetly. "I'll miss you too, Luci."

   He deflated from his puffed up state, smiling down at you with lovesick eyes and you couldn't believe that you got to see this side of him. "See you soon?"

   "Of course." With a final peck, you headed to question a witness, hoping that the case could catch a break and you'd find yourself back in Lucifer's arms in no time. He watched the door shut behind you, an idea on how he could make that happen starting in his head.

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   When you walked onto the crime scene, the first thing you were expecting to see was the same MO from the past three; bullet to the head, limbs cut off post mortem, scary clean area. What you weren't expecting was Lucifer sitting at a piano playing your favorite song. "Lovely, you're finally here!" He picked up the pace to his song and you were quick to get to him and put a stop to it.

   "What are you doing here?" You whispered, somewhat harshly. You were always a perfectionist and your boyfriend messing with evidence to serenade you was really messing that up.

   "Lucifer thought it would be a good idea if we helped out." Chloe batted at Lucifer's hands, forcing him to stop playing, and all you could do was stare at him. You understood what he was doing, of course, you did, but it still made your blood slightly boil. This wasn't your first case, hell, this wasn't even your first serial killer, you didn't need any help besides your partner's.

   He stared up at you, beyond excited at the thought of working together, and you felt yourself calm down almost instantly. Because, yes, while it was slightly annoying, it came from a good place. That was how most things went with Lucifer when he wanted things done, anyway. "No need for long hours when you have four extra hands to help." He stood up from the piano bench and slithered behind you, his large hands grabbing onto your shoulders in an attempt to give you a massage. "Besides, you're far too stressed. How are you supposed to catch a killer with your back all in knots?" He said it almost frantically, his thumbs becoming aggressive as he worked at one of your 'knots'. And, while you appreciated it after a long day of work, you weren't too happy about it in the middle of a murder scene. Neither was Chloe from how she was glaring bullets at Lucifer.

   "Lucifer." She hissed, looking at him as if he had two heads. His hands stopped and you didn't even have to see his face to know he was looking back at her, annoyed that she had interrupted him. She rubbed her temple, "Y/N, I'm so sorry for all this but I do think we can help."

   "Yeah, okay, I'll catch you guys up." You walked out of Lucifer's grasp, no doubt making him pout, and walked over towards Ella. "Anything different?"

   "'Fraid not, homie. We'll keep looking but this place looks just as spotless as the others." You sighed, nodding as you looked at the poor girl on the floor.

   "Three bodies, so far, all found in this same position." You started, ignoring Lucifer's "Well, that's no fun.". For once, you were happy to have Chloe as a barrier between the two of you. "The body is cut up and the area is always cleaned as if they're going to clean up after themselves and never get around to finishing the job.” You glared at Lucifer before he could say something about always finishing and, just as expected, he stopped in his tracks. You really knew him too well.

   "It's almost like he's taunting us." Chloe thought out loud. You had worked with her when you first became a detective, it's how the two of you became so close, and if it weren't for Lucifer being so distracting you'd be beyond grateful that she was here to help. "'I could hide if I want to but why would I?'"

   You sighed, running your hand down your face as you did. "Exactly." It wasn't often you let cases get to you but you had been on this one for weeks and, still, you had nothing. Nothing but more dead bodies and you couldn't help but feel guilty.

   "Hey." You opened your eyes to see Lucifer crouching in front of you, something soft in his eyes as he traced the side of your face. "We're gonna catch this, vermin. You have my word." Just like that, you felt a small bit of the weight you carried be lifted off your shoulders. Lucifer kept his word, no matter the promise, and that was more relaxing than any massage. When you had first met Lucifer, it felt like a bubble had surrounded the two of you and no one else existed. As time went on and feelings were shared, you thought that feeling would disappear after a while. But, as he stood in front of you, promising to do something he had no interest in just because he knew it would make you feel better; you were stuck in that bubble again. So stuck that you didn't see the silent conversation Ella and Chloe were having right next to you as they watched the interaction take place.

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   You had a suspect. A real -most likely the killer- suspect after weeks and it was all thanks to Lucifer. He had pulled way too many strings and you didn't even want to ask if any of them were illegal because the guy was right there and all you had to do was get a confession. You walked into the room, placing your file down on the table, and prepared yourself for a long night of questioning. But, before you could even sit down, the suspect sputtered out, "I-I did it. I killed those girls." His eyes absolutely frantic as he did.

   You stood there, more than shocked at the immediate confession. You turned to look at the two-way mirror, where Chloe and Lucifer were, a confused look on your face. Without you knowing, Lucifer gave you a thumbs up, a proud look on his face as if you had pried the truth out of the man's mouth. You turned back to the man, doubt suddenly clouding your mind that he was the right guy. "And what exactly did you do?" You wouldn't put it past Lucifer to tell someone to confess just so you could close the case faster. But, to your surprise, the man started listing off details that had never gone further than you and Ella. Things you had forgotten to tell Lucifer and Chloe in your haste to catch the guy before he could kill again. Somehow, Lucifer was one step ahead of you.

   You walked out of the interrogation room, confused but happy that it was over. You didn't have a chance to collect your bearings before arms were encircling you and your face was smashed against a suited chest. "Well done, love. Another criminal behind bars all thanks to you."

   You tried to move away but all his grasp would allow is for you to turn around so he was behind you and you could see the detective. "Is this usually how it goes?" You asked, hoping her answer was yes so something could make sense because no matter how much Lucifer loved flirting; this amount of affection was never shown in public.

   Chloe covered her mouth, trying to wipe away as a smile as she watched Lucifer hug you from behind like it was nothing. "I mean, if there's something in it for him then, yeah, my suspects start talking a lot faster." She pointed towards the scene in front of her, not sure exactly what it was she was seeing, to begin with. "But, all of this. That hasn't ever been a part of it."

   "So, what exactly are you getting out of this Lucifer? And, please, don't say what I know you want to." People were starting to notice that, not only, was Lucifer hugging someone but he was daring anyone to question him while he did. In the right circumstance, it would be adorable.

   "I assure you, I have no idea what you're talking about." He stopped hugging you, sensing the start of you being annoyed, but still kept an arm around you. "The satisfaction of a job well done is enough for me."

   "I thought you didn't lie?" You looked up at him, feeling yourself forget where you were as you stared into his eyes.

   "Now, I didn't say the satisfaction had to be mine." He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, holding your face after so you had no choice but to keep looking at him. "I'm nothing if not a selfless lover."

   You giggled, actually giggled, and Chloe felt she had to step in. She knew where this led, she'd seen it too many times, and she didn't want you to get sucked into the tornado that was Lucifer Morningstar. "Okay, this seems a bit excessive, Lucifer. Even for you."

   Lucifer exhaled in a way that spelled nothing but trouble. "I mean, honestly, how dull must you all be?" You placed your hand on his chest, holding him back but also reminding him that there was no need to be hostile. "The truth is detective,  I can be as excessive as I please when it comes to my relationships. Thank you, kindly." Though, you were sure he was aiming for threatening; he sounded like a petulant child and you couldn't help but laugh. It only made it worse when you turned to Chloe and saw her shocked face.

   She turned to you, waiting for your denial but it wouldn't come. "We've been together for a while now, Chlo."

   "So, this whole time I thought he was harassing you. You two were dating?"

    "Yes. Quite annoying by the way." You hit his chest and, because he loved to humor you, he pretended it actually hurt.

   "I thought you guys would catch on at some point. It's not like he's great at hiding it." You said, finally managing to separate yourself from Lucifer.

   "It's Lucifer, Y/N. I just thought he was going the extra mile with you cause you were playing hard to get."

   "Quite the opposite actually." You turned and glared at him, the comment far from necessary. Chloe shook her head but smiled at you nevertheless. She wished you luck and went to her desk, having paperwork of her own to do before the day ended. You turned to Lucifer, an eyebrow raised and arms crossed. "What did I do now?" He sighed, childishly.

   "Did you do all of this-" You pointed towards the interrogation room, "just so you had an excuse to let everyone know we're together?"

   "No." You placed your hands on your hips, waiting for the truth to inevitably come out. "Well, not at first."

   You laughed, adoration no doubt in your eyes as you looked at the man. "What am I going to do with you, Morningstar?"

   He pulled you close, his hands replacing yours on your hips and his forehead pressed against yours. If you didn't have an audience before, then you definitely had one now, but you didn't care. It was the end of the workday, you had just caught a killer, and you deserved a little love. "I can think of a couple of things." He whispered, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

   "I love you." You mouthed the words, wanting them just for the two of you and not the entire precinct.

   The mischief faded as he rubbed your noses together, something small and sweet that was only ever there for you. "I love you too."

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Achillea Millefolium

Summary: Delicate yellow yarrows printed in their skin, preparing themselves to glow in the years to come; falling more every day that pass, this is them about to commit to the eternity and beyond.

Word count: 2784 

Note: Hi! So here's my entry to the @phandomreversebang of this year. This is the first time that I participate in one of this, and I enjoyed my time doing so. Special thanks to  @microoowave for being an amazing beta and pointing out the mistakes that I was doing (that were a lot), and to @jorzuela as well that did an awesome piece of art that you guys should check out.

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PS: Please go to check out this post.

In all honesty, the flower of their wedding day has to be yarrows. Those flowers mean the world to them. They represent them in a way that no other flower could. Love, those flowers represent their love, and a flower with a meaning that's so beautiful and perfect can make the planning of everything so much easier.

Well, it kinda does.

"Look, it doesn't matter how much we want to decorate everything with yellow yarrows, we can't do that, Phil."

"But why not? The flower represents us, look at this," Phil unbuttoned his shirt to show Dan the flower that bloomed on his skin the moment that they met, "See? You have that one too, here," then he proceeded to put his hand under Dan's t-shirt to touch the exact place where the flowers were at.

"I know, but it will be boring if we do that," he took Phil by the hips to embrace him and play with his hair, "there's plenty of flowers that we could use too."

"Our flower won't glow as it deserves," Phil looked at Dan's chocolate eyes and saw that pure love that he always had expressed during those years that they have been together. And with that look into his lover's eyes, he knew that he had lost the battle already.

"It will, I promise," Dan kissed Phil's forehead then, and yeah, Phil gave up entirely into his arms.

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The first time that they met, Phil was searching for a composer. He was writing a musical; he had the actors, the scenography, but he didn't have the perfect music for all the acts. And then, he found Dan.

The way that they found the other was funny; it was in the street, Phil was going to the theatre and Dan was going there too. They ran into one another at the door of the building and they had a debate of who was going in first.

Phil then told him that he needed a composer and Dan said that he played the piano, and since Phil was feeling something in the bottom of his belly, he asked Dan if he knew how to compose music too.

Then, they touched the other's hand by accident, and that was when the yellow yarrows that are now on their chest bloomed.

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"Red roses," Phil said when they were watching a movie together that night.

"What?" Dan asked  in confusion by the words that left his fiancé's lips out of the sudden.

"The flowers," Dan made a face, Phil chuckled in response, maybe his phrasing wasn't clear enough, "For our wedding, I mean. We could use red roses too."

Dan felt something in his chest, a wave of love spreading all over his body. He knew why Phil wanted those roses at their wedding. The red roses became one of the most important things in their relationship a few months after they met.

"Yes, red roses are perfect."

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Seven months after their first encounter, Dan and Phil were planning to have a date. It wasn't their first one, but for some reason, Phil felt extremely nervous about it; he was planning to say the words, but he didn't know how to phrase it, and then an idea crossed his mind.

The majority of the people that lived in their world knew the significance of the different types of flowers; every single one of them had a different meaning, some of them were similar to one another, but they were never the same. The yellow yarrows that were printed by the universe in Phil's skin meant love, but there were plenty of other flowers that meant the same but different at the same time. And Phil wanted to say the three words to him, so he thought about flowers that meant that.

He bought a single flower at the store that was close to his house, smiling at it every time that the flower was in his eyesight. He hoped that Dan knew the meaning of the flower that he bought for him.

They met at a restaurant that serves that wine that they both enjoy, and the first thing that Phil did when they saw each other, was giving Dan that flower that he carried on his way towards the restaurant

"Why?" was Dan’s response.

"I don't know, search for the meaning and we will see."

"Ominous."

"It's not."

Later that night, when they were at their respective houses, Dan called Phil, and instead of hello, he went to the point straight away.

"I red rose you too."

I love you.

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They were making a list of the flowers that they wanted to have at their wedding. They wrote down the words "yellow yarrows" in big letters that Phil coloured, they wrote "red roses" too; they added "gardenias", "hydrangeas", "chrysanthemums" and "peonies" as well.

"This wedding will be so colourful that I will have to close my eyes every time I enter our house afterwards."

"So edgy."

"It's not that, I just enjoy minimalistic stuff."

"Our suits are minimalistic."

"I can live with that, I think," he kissed Phil's hair, and both of them smiled brightly.

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Most of the couples around the world told everyone about the flowers that bloomed in their skin, but Dan and Phil didn't tell anyone about them. It wasn't because they didn't have friends or family that wanted to know, they just thought that their flower was something private; the flowers on their skin were something personal for them, somehow.

Besides, they didn't meet each other's parents until a year into their relationship; their families knew that they found each other, yes, but there wasn't enough time in their schedules for them to meet properly. Phil's parents called at least once per week to know when they were going to visit, and Dan's parents called sometimes to ask if they were engaged already or not.

(At that time they weren't, but Dan's parents always made them nervous when they asked; Dan and Phil have talked about it, and both of them were waiting for the right moment to ask the other, the thing here was that they didn't know who was going to ask the other first. It was like a secret competition between them).

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"Child! I haven't heard from you for a long time!"

"Sorry, mum, things have been busy for a while."

"I can understand that, with the wedding plans and everything..."

"I should have called earlier, though."

"Don't worry, my child," Phil felt how his mum smiled at the other side of the line. "how's everything going with the wedding plans?"

Phil looked out the window and saw Dan watering some plants while he was calling the flower shop; Phil could see a little bit of the permanent flower tattoo that was on Dan's skin due to the exposing shirt that he was wearing (Phil loved that shirt so much), and Phil felt a wave of love spread through his whole body.

He loved that man so much.

"Yeah, we choose the flowers for it yesterday.”

"Oh, that's wonderful! Will I know about what's your soulmate mark, then?"

"You guys have to figure it out."

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When Dan met Phil's parents, he experienced something that he couldn't explain; they welcomed him with open arms and warm smiles, and Dan felt like he belonged there. The Lesters were the best people that he could have ever met in his whole life, and honestly, he regrets not making at least a little bit of space on his schedule to meet them earlier.

Phil's experience wasn't much different, besides the fact that he was scared to hear Dan's mom ask if he asked the big question to Dan yet. (She did that, in fact)

After those meetings, they realised why they wanted to be with the other forever, even ignoring the fact that they were actual soulmates.

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In all of those years that they have been together, Phil can't stop feeling waves of love running through his system every time that he landed his eyes on Dan. Just looking at him doing nothing can make him feel mesmerised with his presence. But even with that thing on his mind, he's unable to sit down and write his vows.

There's so much that he wants to say about Daniel Howell; how his chestnut hair glows under the sunlight, how his rosy cheeks are the cutest thing that he's ever seen and so many other stuff. He feels like some of the things that he loves the most about Dan are things that the world hasn't seen yet, and Phil doesn't feel prepared for that.

They built their relationship around privacy, and sharing certain things about their life as a couple doesn't feel right to Phil. He wants to keep all those cute yawns and stolen smiles for himself, but those things are the type of stuff that he would write down for his vows in the first place.

Phil feels trapped in a dictionary of different synonyms of the name "Dan", and all those words are things that he whispered into Dan's ear when they were cuddling or doing other things. He isn't sure about what to do with his vows and he doesn't want to ask Dan about what his vows say.

Maybe he could say what he said the day that he proposed to Dan, but more elaborated and smart.

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When they became fiancés, both of them felt like they were swimming in an infinite pool of happiness. It started when Phil knelt at the same time that Dan did. Both of them cried that evening, they couldn't believe that they were that type of couple.

"I wanted to do it, I hate you," said Dan while he was wiping his tears away.

"Then ask, I'm waiting."

"No, you do it."

"Okay then," Phil opened the box, revealing the delicate silver ring that it was keeping safe. "Daniel Howell, I know that in this universe that we are living, when two people are destined to be together is crystal clear, but I'm sure that even without those tattoos, I'd love you anyway; will you marry me?"

"Yes, always."

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Phil called the wedding venue since Dan was the one who called the flower shop. They decided that June 1st was a good date for the wedding, it's a good month and it's in spring, and since their wedding is going to be filled with flowers, it seems like it's the perfect time for them.

Phil felt nervous, which was something completely understandable, though. Having to call the venue where your wedding is going to be celebrated in a few weeks is something that is beyond imagination; everyone can imagine how their wedding is going to be. After all, having to decide what colour scheme the wedding itself is going to be something simple, but making the calls to contact the people that are going to work at your wedding is thrilling enough to make anyone respond in the same way that Phil is doing.

At least he can stay calm thanks to the hand that's holding his.

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When the musical that Phil wrote was at the display, he and Dan discovered how powerful a simple touch can be. Phil was shaking from head to toe when the play started, and the only useful thing that Dan found himself able to do was holding Phil's hand; it worked.

Phil was still shaking, yes, but he wasn't feeling that nervous knowing that Dan was right next to him. He wasn't going to leave him for anything else in the world. It didn't matter if Phil's musical wasn't successful, at the end of the day, he has a Dan, and he doesn't need anything besides him.

Their souls promised to never let go a long time ago, and they have plans on keeping that promise for eternity.

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Tasting the food and choosing the flavour of the cake was something fun, Phil liked the experience of it all. They even tasted vegan things. Phil was having a great time experiencing different flavours that he didn't even imagine could taste good together at all.

"Of course you're having a great time, how could you not?" it seemed like Dan wasn't surprised by Phil's remark at all.

"You are having a good time too, I can see it in your eyes," he touched Dan's nose, who made a cute face back.

"Maybe I am having a good time, who knows?" Dan smiled at Phil and kissed him.

"I love you."

"To the moon and back a hundred times."

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Trust. That was also something that has been playing a big part in their relationship. Being able to open up to each other and learn how the other was feeling was something that took a long time for them to work on, but when they did the bond that they were forming became even stronger than before.

At first, both of them were worried that they would lose the other. Because that was a possibility. If you don't put work in your relationship with your soulmate, you could lose them and live the rest of your life without them, and they didn't want that.

Thankfully, none of that happened, and now they can live happily ever after.

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Phil regrets suggesting to not see the other the day before the wedding. It was an awful idea and he can't comprehend why Dan accepted it in the first place. They haven't been apart from each other for almost 3 years now, Phil couldn't remember what sleeping without Dan by his side was like and now he's forcing himself to do that on purpose.

He wants to take a bus to where Dan is staying and run away with him anywhere in the world, but he can't do that since Dan didn't tell him where he was staying, and he didn't let Phil tell him where he was staying either. Phil doesn't have another option besides being patient and wait until tomorrow to hear anything from Dan again.

Or maybe he doesn't have to wait anymore since Dan was calling him at that very moment.

"I can't handle this anymore, tell me where you are," Phil let out the loudest laugh that he ever had, "Hey, don't laugh at me, I'm suffering."

"I know, but you sound so desperate, calm down."

"As if you're not."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Phil..."

"Okay, maybe a little, but don't tell anyone that I said that."

"Your secret is safe with me."

They kept talking for hours until Phil said that he wanted to sleep soon so when he woke up it's already the big day, and when those words left Phil's mouth, Dan felt like he loved the man on the other line even more than he did yesterday.

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Being around the other for such a long time made them realise little things that made them more fond of the other as if that was something even possible. But they managed to fall in love with the other every day for years, and they will keep doing that in the future.

"If I wasn't your destiny, would you love me anyway?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I don't love you because you're my destiny or whatever, I love you because you are you. And yeah, I cannot deny that maybe destiny was what brought us together, but something tells me that even if we weren't living in this universe, I could always find you."

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And finally, the big day arrived.

They bought tuxedos that had yellow yarrows printed on them and they adorned their hairs with yellow yarrows as well. Phil loved how they made Dan's hair even more perfect under the sun.

They walked alongside the other towards the altar; they refused to follow another stupid tradition except for one that they followed the day before. Besides, who needed to be carried to the altar anyway?

They read their respective vows; both promised to stay and share their life with the other. They used different words, but the meaning was just the same. Phil cried when Dan read his vows and Dan did too when Phil read his. The love that they expressed to the other was clear as the water itself; feeling emotional was something inevitable, Dan and Phil could tell, after all, they saw both of their parents cry as well.

We will be together in all the lives after and before this one, I promise.