...and the cat turned to smoke

one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more
  • “You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.
  • “You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch” AU.
  • “You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.
  • “The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.
  • “I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.
  • “You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you” AU.
  • “It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.
  • “It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee” AU.
  • “You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.
  • “You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.
  • “You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you” AU.
  • “You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man” AU.
  • “The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.
  • “We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.
  • “It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.
  • “You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.
  • “You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.
  • “We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you” AU.
  • “I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.
  • “There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch” AU
  • “I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile” AU.
  • “You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.
  • “I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.
  • “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.
  • “You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you” AU.
  • “I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.
  • “You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.
  • “I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?” AU.
“How High?”
  • “I turned down my TV because I couldn’t taste my macaroni.” 
  • “A cop at the party I was at last night asked who had a gun. I was so high I thought he asked who had fun, so I raised my hand.” 
  • “I looked at myself in the mirror for ten minutes to watch myself blink. I missed it every time. I was so pissed.” 
  • “My parents asked why my eyes were so red. I told them I had laser vision.” 
  • “I cried because I realized snakes are just tails with faces.” 
  • “I smoked a bunch of weed with four friends and went to a drive-through. We didn’t feel like figuring out how to split the bill between us, so we went through the drive-through five times.” 
  • “I wanted to play a video game but the TV was dirty. I couldn’t find the duster so I used my cat.” 
  • “We pulled into the driveway and I realized my mom’s car wasn’t there. I yelled, ‘fuck yeah, my mom isn’t home!’ She was driving me.” 
  • “I smoked weed on my grandparents’ farm but didn’t want to smell like weed, so I rubbed a baby goat all over myself and proceeded to tell the goat he was a good guy.” 
  • “I screamed ‘MY POTATOES’ when my friend sat on my legs.” 
  • “I turned my friend’s XBox at a 60 degree angle to make it an XBox 420.” 
things i associate with mbti types

enfp: a balloon blowing on the wind, the moment right before a hug, popping bubbles, reading a book while sitting next to your friend, sunshowers, superman ice cream, graffiti, hot air balloons, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, hot wax, your best friend’s laugh, a sugar rush, confetti that looks like tiny stars

enfj: getting someone else’s lipstick on your lips, revenge, neon lights, mystery flavored lollipops, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can’t help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug, smiles that show all your teeth

infj: libraries, abstract art, looking up at a full moon, quotes, loneliness, a rainbow through a prism, the aurora, instagramming your starbucks, the way fairy lights look like stars, optical illusions, the vastness of the universe, almost touching, a message in a bottle, walking through the snow, spiral staircases, trompe l’oeil, waterfall mist, echoes

infp: dragonfly wings, a wildflower field, random acts of kindness, watercolors, tears that burn your eyes, diaries, a messy room, a tea kettle shrieking, falling asleep in a hammock, the first day of spring, blanket forts, climbing vines, braids, dewy grass, tree houses, laying on a field and looking at the clouds, sun over an open field

intp: puzzles, light shining through blinds, braille, lightning, tide pools, typewriters, white bedsheets, windowless hallways, waking up before dawn, old maps, writing late at night, blowing glass, warning signs, street musicians, crisp suits, the subway, mathematical formulas, broken fingernails, making music with wine glasses

intj: red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements,  blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate

entj: dark chocolate syrup, memorizing equations, skylights, thick makeup, constellations, feeling invincible, city nightlife, falling from the roof of a building, balancing on a tightrope, the golden gate bridge, kissing someone’s shoulders, loud voices, screaming for no reason, sharp teeth, old churches, brain scans

entp: wildfire, writing words on a bathroom stall, lighting a match, wind-blown hair, staying awake for too long, counting lane dividers as you pass by, wandering through the woods, staring contests, the light changing your skin color, fences, a blank sketchbook, people-watching, leathery hands, running through an alleyway, blowing a fuse

estp: blurring lights, going over the speed limit, the feeling in your stomach when you go upside down, jumping over a waterfall, drinking straight from the bottle, being on a roller coaster, belting your favorite song, late nights, one-night stands, movie theatres, parties full of strangers, forbidden books, blacklight posters, duct tape, fluorescent bulbs

esfp: unwrapping a present, a sparkle, hot soup, bubblegum, laughing with your friends, a spinning carousel, hickeys, strobe lights, a hershey’s kiss, songs on repeat, jumping into cold water on a hot day, burning your hand, the thrill of being onstage, dramatic entrances, spinning until you get dizzy, rainbows on a cloudy day

isfp: a flock of birds, blowing bubbles, cigarette smoke, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, doodling, the night sky, a picture of a nebula, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality

istp: a stormy ocean, skydiving, cracking your knuckles, shaking a soda, looking down from a height, salt plains, limestone, sand on a wooden floor, bioluminescence, clutching something so tightly your knuckles turn white, throwing off your hat, a cloudy sky, tinted windows, skipping class, seeing your reflection in metal, breaking glass, dry ice

istj: graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, punching a mirror, hammering a nail into place, ice water, machinery, boiling oil, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights

isfj: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly’s wing, rocks in a stream

esfj: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing at a crosswalk, tile floors, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children’s laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch

estj: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines, cracked pavement, the world through clear glass

andreil: here

this was inspired by something @key-called-home said, but i don’t remember what. i dont know if it makes any sense bc i just kinda put everything out there and it made me cry but oh well enjoy

Here he is. With his back against the wall, face turned towards Neil, here he is. There’s a cat in between them, and one at Andrew’s feet, the window must not be closed all the way because cold, biting wisps of air hit Andrew’s face, but here he is. Neil’s eyes are closed, and it’s a rare occasion when Andrew gets to see him like this. He looks, for all intents and purposes, like he shouldn’t be here. Fast asleep he looks a lot less like the smart mouth Andrew knows and a lot more like someone who should never have been with The Foxes to start with, but here he is.

He is here.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please find fics where Stiles has magical pets. Like pets that magical creatures or pets that Stiles has a magical bond with. Please and thank you

Yup! I went with familairs,a nd some of these are Derek is his familiar. - Anastasia

Originally posted by softly-satanic

Some Kind Of Familiar by LadyDrace

(1/1 I 1,121 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles is studying to become a witch. And witches have familiars.

Feel A Little by alexenglish

(1/1 I 1,554 I Teen I Sciles)

Stiles’ familiar is getting familiar with someone else’s familiar. It’s disconcerting.

Familiar by Badwolf36

(1/1 I 6,287 I Teen I Sterek)

At first, he thinks the small red-orange creature that’s sitting up in the center of the intricate circle he’s scratched into the dirt with a stick is a cat. He’s almost disappointed at the cliché (Really? A magic user having a cat as a familiar? Really?). But then the smoke dissipates enough that he can see the creature he’s summoned clearly.

He sees the elongated snout, the bushy tail, and the piercing eyes and recognizes the spirit: A fox. The Nogitsune had been a fox spirit, one turned dark and twisted, but a fox nonetheless. And now his familiar, an extension of his soul, an integral part of him, a representation of who he is, shows up as the same creature that once possessed him to cause chaos and death.

Sometimes Destiny Doesn’t Get It Quite Right by Alazan

(3/? I 11,475 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is a magic user who meets his Familiar, Derek, at a fairly young age. They become inseparable…until Kate comes into the picture and starts to manipulate Derek.
Stiles feels so neglected and so hurt by Derek’s practical abandonment of him that he goes to extremes. For the bond of master and Familiar is like that of a wedding vow…til death do we part. Stiles ‘dies’ the same night Kate tried to set the Hale’s on fire. Luckily, tragedy was avoided.

The Hales are alive, Kate is arrested, and Stiles is a smart lil trickster who cheated death. But now Derek is guilty and want his place back in Stiles’s life as his familiar, but the bond has been severed. As Stiles reaches puberty and his magical needs blend with his sexual needs, Derek is more than jealous when Stiles seeks out others to help him through those times. Though he’s only got himself to blame, he won’t stop until he gets Stiles’s back, but…has Stiles found a replacement Familiar who’s without a master?

The One with the Cat by ravingrevolution

(7/7 I 29,008 I Teen I Sterek)

“You know this would be easier if I could figure out what the hell I even am,” Stiles retorted before he could stop himself.

“We can discuss that, if you’d like,” Deaton said, as glacially calm as he always was.

Stiles sighed, hearing the instruction behind the blandness.

“A druid is a defender,” he recited, “a warlock’s adept at warring, a magician mimics, a wizard hordes wisdom, a mage is a maker, a sorcerer summons, a spark-”

Or, Stiles is a magical -something he’s still trying to figure out- but it’s hard to be a druid’s apprentice, act normal despite his epic crush on Derek Hale, and not let his tenuous control of his abilities out him at every turn.

Which is about when a magical cat suddenly decides he’s Stiles’ familiar. Because of course that’s what he needs in his life.

The Walls Are Breathing In by secondstar

(7/7 I 41,879 I Explicit I Sterek)

Nothing could go wrong. It was just supposed to be a safe trip to the Nemeton. But this is Beacon Hills and things are rarely that simple. Welcome to the life of Stiles Stilinski.

Or, that time that Stiles accidentally became a sorcerer against his will.

flint & tinder by grimm

(9/9 I 43,593 I Explicit I Sterek)

Casting spells, chasing monsters, wooing your coworkers and fucking them in their offices - it’s all in a day’s work for Stiles Stilinski.

3 Billion Dollars [Part 15] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by gzboms

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.


Warnings: Drug abuse, sexual abuse, animal abuse, swearing, blood 

If you have a problem with what happens in the chapter then please voice your concern. There is another warning that I won’t put down because it spoils the entire chapter, but if you are uncomfortable with what happened and don’t want to read this one or the next one with deals with similar subjects please let me know.

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A/N: I’m sorry. This chapter might be horrible. This chapter might wreck you. this chapter is very problematic. I’m sorry. I hope you like this chapter, the next one is way more eventful I promise. Inbox always open, I love feedback!

~ Admin Brooklyn


Everything was calm after that. Almost two months had passed and Ji Yong was fully healed, a little scar on his shoulder. You were doing okay yourself. Mr. Kwon had managed to still teach you self-defense, although in a new location, your room. He would sit down as Daesung would teach you. There were days Mr. Kwon would sneak you out of your room and take you to the empty shooting range, where Seungri or Seunghyun would continue to teach you knife throwing. Other than that you didn’t have much to do. You’d reorganize your room twice a week just because. You’d take Gaho for walks too, varying combination of the boys by your side each time you went.

Ji Yong was constantly checking up on you. At first, you were annoyed, but it didn’t really bother you after a while. He’d show up in the morning, go to work come back and tuck you in. If you were lucky he’d have a frustrating day and cuddle with you for the night. At the same time though, when he was frustrated he would be stubborn and wouldn’t hold you until you woke up with him with his arms around you and his head tucked into your neck.

Today he was going out on a mission, so like normal, he came in and checked up on you. You were reading a book, laying down your elbows resting on the bed as you held the book up. Ai had curled up and settled right on your stomach, purring as he slept. You looked away from your book and turned your gaze to him. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. His black hair was swept back and his white button down shirt was a tucked in. His sleeves were rolled up and he wore gun holsters that rested on either side of his torso, guns loaded and waiting. You felt your heart beat faster and you swallowed hard.

You sat up slowly, letting Ai wake up and hop off your rising figure. A small smile appeared on Ji Yong’s face when he saw your reaction. You turned around to face him. You give him a sheepish smile and he just stands there for a second.

“Another mission?” You ask, you being the first to break the silence. He nods his head and goes over to you. He sits down the bed right next to you. Ai quickly climbed your lap and walk over to Ji Yong, settling half of his body on his leg and the other half on yours. You pet Ai, staring down at him while Ji Yong stares at you. You can feel his gaze but don’t do anything to draw attention to it.

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Roman’s Fault

Sooo, this is based of the picture I made and @analogically-prinxiety fan-fiction which I strongly suggest you check out…and the silly story after we both saw our works.

-Warning: Profanity & Cuteness-

Roman’s Fault

Usually when Logan woke up in the morning, he was greeted with a semi-tired Morality and the bickering of Anxiety and Princey. Instead he was met with Morality holding a very mad, small, dark-brown tabby cat with black splotches on his eyes, that wanted to attack the prince that was cowering behind the back of the couch.

“Unless I’m interrupting something, what is exactly happening?” Logic asked, having everyone’s eyes towards him.

“Well, Roman and Anxiety was arguing like every morning, but I guess Roman was fed up and threw a potion at Anx and then the little guy turned to this littler guy” Morality explained, lifting up the small cat before putting it down to sneeze. “You guys are lucky, I get to have Thomas’s allergy” The moral trait groaned. The Anxiekitty makes his way to Logic, sitting down next to his leg while sending sharp glares to Roman. 

“So, he turned him into a kitten?” Logan asked, before hissing in pain as he felt the dark trait scratch his leg. “No he’s an adult cat, he’s just small, like when he’s human” Roman answers, before being tackled by the small tabby.

Anxiety hiss and growled in demands that the others didn’t understand. “I think you should turn him back, even though it is adorable to have Anx like this, he isn’t really happy plus I don’t want to die by allergies” Dad sighed. 

Roman quickly responds to the response, throwing ash like dust on the cat, the reaction causing a black smoke around the two.

After two minutes of coughing from the other traits, the smoke finally diminished revealing a coughing Prince and gasping Anxiety with his hood over his head.

Logan and Morality quickly moves over to the two, helping them recover their fits. They all stand and it was quite obvious that Anxiety was three or four inches shorter than he was before and that his jacket was bigger on him. The other traits looked at him, seeing him in discomfort while gritting his teeth in rage. “Roman…” The dark train growled.


“What the F#CK DID YOU DO!” He yelled in fury, revealing bent down cat ears while and the a fluffed cat tail from his jacket. This, this did concerned the other traits but it was masked by the awed faces they made by the dark trait. “I don’t know, but I LOVE it!” Roman cooed, moving over to Anxiety and started to pinch his cheeks. “PISS OFF!” he hissed.

Before he could swat away the royal’s hand, it was moved to his cat ears on his head, his fingers scratching behind the new ears, making Anxiety let out a unintentional purr of delight, making his face burn.

“Awe you don’t have your silly makeup on to cover your blush, it’s adorable!” Roman teased, making Anxiety’s cheeks turn more red.

“What are…you..doin…” Anxiety’s new cat instincts takes over as he leans his head to the royal’s hand, making Roman internally squeal in happiness. “You like this don’t you” The fanciful trait cooed with the smirk as the other glared at him.

“Shut up” He hissed, which was quickly smothered with purrs as Roman moved his other hand up to Anxiety’s second ear. His heart seemed too burst as he saw youngest trait’s expression change. Yeah he still looked annoyed but his left eye was closed because of Roman’s hand cupping the left side of his face, and the tip of was poking between his lips as he purrs.

The other two traits just stood away from the two, Morality recording the whole thing to show Thomas and to keep it to joke about it later while Logan struggles from smiling at the cute scene.


Reaper76Week - Day 7 - Someone to Watch Over Me (T)

Title: Someone to Watch Over Me
Pairing: Reaper76
Rating: Teen
Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Past Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Alternate Universe, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cats, Reaper76Week, Bittersweet Ending

A well-aimed — or perhaps unfortunately-aimed, depending on who you asked — bullet grazed the very edge of the prototype, and with a stuttering blink and electromagnetic hum, activated itself. The blue glow it let off only served to make itself a clearer target for the security system, and before Reaper could even drop the device, several bullets pierced it in the dead center of its glow. Rather than turning off or even smoking like Reaper expected it to, however, the device sparked menacingly, buzzing and humming in a frequency that made the nanites in his body swarm with unease. The Chronal Accelerator prototype buzzed and flashed once, twice, and then…


Day 7 of Reaper76Week - “Comfort”

A sidestory for I’ve Got You in My Slice , my Bakery AU. This story takes place right after Chapter 4, ‘Come at the Pumpking, Best Not Miss’.

Also on AO3 here: Someone to Watch Over Me

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Feathers, Part 4

Hello again, lovelies!! I bring you part four of Feathers. As always, many, many thanks to @charminglyantiquated for creating @elsewhereuniversity and letting everyone play. :D Part 1 Part 2 Part 3   Oh! I’ve also started cross posting this to AO3. you can find it here.



Slowly, slowly, he steps aside. You wave your group though the doors, nod as he makes the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture (you’d expect nothing less), and step through.

Part 4:

You spend four days in the library. Well. You spend four days-worth of hours in the library, only seven or so of which really pass. The books you sought were deep, deep in the library indeed.

It’s Not-Jenna who finds the treatise, though you think she might not have done it on purpose. She was trailing her hands along the spines of the books you’d all already looked at, and knocked the last in the row off the table. She’d bent to retrieve it, and found herself at eye level with the tome.

(It really is a good thing you’re so deep- the squawk she’d let out would have been enough to have you evicted, had a librarian heard it.)

As it is, it took Not-Jenna finding it, and Cat-Eyes to navigate the spell work keeping it on the shelf. You ended up having to pluck it out while Thirteen used a rolled up magazine to beat back the grasping tendrils that kept reaching for it until Not-Jenna and Cat-Eyes could find a different book of the same size to give to them.

You were all quite glad to retreat to the library’s cafe, after that.

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2015: Jul. ~ Dec.

January ~ June 2015 || all fests/exchanges || other years

Top 30 longest AU fics

1. Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante | @haydolce [M, 333.7k]

What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.  ~ 2015.09
From Relief Next To Me series

2. Maybe It Was You from the Start by nixostorme | @nixostorme [M, 209.1k]

the one where Louis is oblivious, even to his own feelings. Harry is a little scarred and very possessive. Zayn is insecure but can see it all. Niall falls for the last person he would ever expect too. Liam is kind of an ass, but the boys love him anyways.  ~ 2015.11

3. Handwriting On The Wall by xKireyy [M, 200.2k]

Harry Styles is a simple boy who works in a bakery. Louis Tomlinson is an uprising singer making his way through the charts. When the two meet by so-called ‘fate’, Harry’s life is turned upside down when a simple friendship turns into something more. He’s suddenly thrown into a world of popularity, scrutiny, secrecy and love. Everything seems to be going against his logic, but then again, love does that to you, doesn’t it?  ~ 2015.11

4. Keep me where the light is by frenchkiss [E, 198.2k]

A post-Hogwarts era AU featuring a wedding, a fake relationship, lots of sex, a cat named Hermione, a string of terrifying murders, and two young Aurors who are about to embark on a case that will change their lives (and the lives of the ones they love) forever.  ~ 2015.11

5. Smoke & Mirrors by Violet_Janou | @violetjanou [T, 173.7k]

Louis believes love was a myth. Seeing it be a lie in his life growing up he brushed it off as stupidity of weakness in a person. He vowed he would never fall in love. Harry knew love to be alive and true. It wasn’t always pretty and wrapped neatly in a bow. But love was out there for everyone.What happens when these two worlds collide?  ~ 2015.09

6. blue lips, blue veins by fresharold | @fresharold [E, 173.6k]

au where Harry takes art classes on Fridays before going to work and Louis is the French nude model who drops the robe and doesn’t let him focus. There are plenty of text messages, a mess of emotions and a lot of time spent in bed.  ~ 2015.10

7. Lost Memories by fresharold | @fresharold [M, 166.2k]

where Harry and Louis meet when they’re still learning the meaning of life, till they find out the meaning is “Louis&Harry” and they decide to make a lot of promises to keep them going.  ~ 2015.07
From Promises. series

8. baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind) by aloequeera | @aloequeerafic [E, 146k]

Louis hates Harry. Harry hates being hated. First aid kits and kittens make it better.  ~ 2015.12

9. Next to your Heartbeat (where I should be) by jaded25 [M, 130.8k]

All it takes for them to fall in love is one night. All they have to do is wait one year to see each other again. Yet, when Louis returns after his year abroad, the boy who’s got his arms wrapped around Harry isn’t him. It isn’t a stranger either, which should make walking away all that easier. After all, friend’s don’t lust after their mate’s boyfriends.
Technically, doing the right thing should be easy - but when has Louis ever been known to taking the easy way out?
 ~ 2015.07

10. I’m gonna burn for you, you’re gonna melt for me by MrsStylinson | @lovehoperomance [T, 126.9k]

Harry Styles is the 22 year old counsellor in training who meets Louis on a camp for young boys with mental health issues and takes up the challenge of getting him to open up. Louis is beautiful and haunting in his near constant silence and Harry wants to crack the code. But the closer he gets, the more his own heart cracks, opening up to let a fiery blue eyed boy seep inside without warning. The more Louis shares, consciously or not, the more Harry wants. But Louis’ wrestling with demons Harry can’t fathom and Harry is fighting against the pull of his own emotions. In the end, it might just come down to a test of wills and two hearts grazing against each other, trying to discover if they fit.  ~ 2015.07

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Crash and Burn (Jumin x MC)

Jumin comes home to find it drenched in flames, and you still inside. 

Word Count: 1091

Okay, so I just played episode 3 of The Walking Dead game and I am creating the David Defense Squad. Also, I just have a ton of AUs going through my head now, so if you’d like to know them just ask or something. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day!


Jumin sat in the car as Driver Kim drove along the streets, a gentle silence hovering about as he watched the people pass by his window. 

He had just sent you a message before he got into the vehicle, saying he was on his way home. 

But there was no response. 

A bit of worry had bloomed inside of him, but he simply assumed you were sleeping or busy with other things. 

Yet why did he feel a pit sinking inside of him?

As though the world decided to answer his dreaded question, Driver Kim spoke up hesitantly. 

“Um…Mr. Han. There’s smoke by your home…” 

Jumin twisted his head to see a stairwell of smoke trailing to the sky from the penthouse, hints of flames peeking beyond the roofs of buildings ahead. 

His heart jumped, his mind rushing to the worst case scenario as you hadn’t replied.

“Please speed up. Now.” He said, lowering his tone as he gripped tightly to the seats, already beginning to tremble.

The car burst forward, a low screech exploding from the turns along the curves of the road until they arrived at the place the two of you called home.

And it was painted in flames.

Ambulances and fire trucks poured about, onlookers crying and chattering worriedly to one another, only rising more and more as Jumin stepped out. 

“Where’s my wife?” He yelled, his gaze darting to and fro frantically. “MC? MC!” 

No one came forward. 

And the truth he didn’t want to admit only seemed to become more horrifyingly clear as he found an officer holding Elizabeth 3rd in their arms. 

You were inside. 

He rushed forward towards them, furrowing his brow, his heart nearly erupting from his chest. “Have you seen my wife? Did she come out with Elizabeth 3rd?”

“This is your cat?” The officer turned his head, raising a curious brow. “Well, they came out alone.” 


Jumin’s legs nearly buckled beneath him, rubbing the wedding ring upon his finger nervously.

No that couldn’t be right.

You had to be fine.

You had to be.

“A-Are you sure?”

“Yes sir, I am.”

He glanced at the building where your home sat, dribbling in ash and flames.

You were still there.

Your lungs clogged with smoke, and skin licked with fire as pain coursed through your entire body.

The mere idea left tears bubbling at his eyes, his body heavier than cinderblocks.

You were scared. 

You were alone.

And you weren’t safe.

He had to get you out of there.

He began to rush forward, officers instantly crowding him and bracing him, shouting indignantly. 

“You can’t go in there! It’s going to collapse.” 

“My wife is in there!” Jumin snapped, poison and anger thrashing in his voice as they held him back. “I need to help her! She’ll die otherwise!” 

“There’s nothing we can do.” 


The word sank into his head sickeningly.

They could do nothing for you.

Did they know how precious you were?

You were worth more than the most priceless gems and riches.

Than very life itself.

You were everything.

You were worth everything. 

He knew that with utter certainty.

“I won’t leave her there!” He snarled, pushing forward furiously, the people’s attempts to grab at him ending uselessly as he continued on into the burning structure.

The moment he burst through the doors smoke poured into him, ash dripping down from the falling pillars and rotting walls.

Orange and Yellow nearly entrenched his vision, the colors blasting against the once silver and white inside.

“MC!” He screamed as loud as he was able, his throat tightening by the second. “MC!” 

And the smallest miracle occurred.

For you called back.

“J-Jumin!” Your voice was horribly hoarse and restrained, yet it was there. “I-I’m here!” 

And it was close.

He followed your calls to find you before the door leading to the stairwell, one of the pillars having collapsed onto your fragmented legs.

You couldn’t move.

You were trapped.

He staggered forward, falling to his knees beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms. 

“MC…MC you’re alive…” He sighed a bittersweet breath of relief, your hands entwining.

“I…I was leaving with Elizabeth when the pillar fell. She managed to get out but…but I can’t feel my legs anymore.” You whimpered, tear stains engraved upon your features. “Jumin you have to leave. N-Now!” 


“W-What do you mean no? You…You’ll die!” Your gasps for air became heavier, the only thing keeping you calm being your husband’s presence.

“I know.” 

“T-Then go!” 

“I’m not leaving you. We promised to stay by each other sides. I’m not breaking that now.” He hummed, running a gentle thumb over your bruised and battered knuckles. 

“Jumin please…please go. You need to live.” 

“Life’s not worth living without you darling.” He cooed. “I never even knew how joyous life could be until you entered mine.” 

You grew silent for a bit, sniffling as the building creaked and moaned, the supports beginning to shiver. 

“I’m…I’m scared.” You whispered, sinking against his chest as you squeezed his hands, looking up to him.

And oddly enough, you were still met with a kind adoring gaze, even with the tears tipping from his eyes.

Yet they weren’t from fear.

It was the thought that your last moments were spent in terror and horror.

“Dear…no matter what happens our hearts will always be with each other,” He said, speaking over the crumbling ceiling. “We’ll find each other again, no matter what. Don’t worry.” 

And even within the dreary inevitable setting, you softened, swallowing as you buried your head in the crook of his neck, the two of you holding onto the other as though you were the last tethers to reality.

“Jumin,” You muttered quietly.


“I love you.” 

And as the building shattered before you, the numerous levels above the two of you beginning to crash Jumin responded, smiling tenderly.

“I love you too.” 

So a LOT happened tonight.

Highlights from the D&D Session:

  • Moonflower found a Beckoning Bell that can be rung to summon a Wizard once a day, known as the Taako Bell.
  • The party is now in posession of The Dutchess’s Lusty Blade - (+2 to attacks, 2d6+2 slashing damage)  A sword imbued with the soul of a lesbian. The sword is impossibly heavy, but a person whom identifies as a woman and is attracted to other women is able to wield it with ease. The sword is sentient, capable of speech, and will reciprocate any advances the wielder makes on it. However, the sword is easily infatuated, and gains disadvantage on any attack rolls made against a non-hostile female humanoid.
  • The party bought a fuck ton of weed and smoked the weed that made them see into events that may or may not be true.
  • They met a Gearforged who had become very protective of cats, as well as a woman whom turned out to be the Grim Reaper.
  • They fought a mimic named Griffin that tried to vore Hawke, and was killed by weed.
  • They went into some catacombs which turned out to be more of a Haunted-Mansion type attraction, with Skelly the Skeleton Host.
  • Hawke took 7 total damage from doing dumb shit, such as slipping and falling on his jaw when trying to flirt with the aforementioned Robot, and then getting punched by a party member after getting angry for being rejected because the Gearforged was a lesbian.
  • They beat up some guards, had a wizard erase their memories, said that they got their wounds from helping them fight off bandits, and then managed to con them into paying them for them.
Prologue: Cats

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Summary: Your son brings home a few cats.

Pairings: Thorin x Elf!Reader

Words: 972

Master List Part 2 - Part 3

A/n: Crack!Fic I’m pretty sure. Also, a spin off of The Elf and the Dwarf

The house was absolutely silent, which you were grateful for. Frerin II, your son, was out with his cousins. You were a bit iffy given the fact that they were Fili and Kili and you knew what those two got up to but Fili had promised to watch over him carefully and not to teach him anything bad. That part you didn’t believe. At all.

You were pretty sure that Kili had thought Frerin how to give you the puppy dog eyes to get what he wanted. He was only four when he learned how to wrap you around his fingers. You had sent the two brothers in the corner for that and you had almost fallen for Kili’s puppy dog eyes. Almost. Thorin was there to set him straight.

You sigh as the door slams open. Frerin had the habit of slamming every door he came across. He was pretty strong for a 15 year old. 

You pause waiting for the door to slam shut, but you raise your eyebrow when it does not indeed slam shut. You hear the lock click and you decide to leave the kitchen to see exactly what he was up to. 

You see him walking down the hall and it looks like he’s trying to be as quiet as possible.

“What are you doing?”

Frerin freezes in his steps but does not turn to you.

 “Nothing?” he asks and you narrow your eyes. 

He seems to be holding something in front of him. Something that he was hiding. 

“Oh? What’s that in your hands then?” you ask, moving closer. He slumps as you finally catch a glimpse of what he had in his hands.

It was a cat. A somewhat old, Maine Coon cat. It’s entire body was covered in brown and white, but on hit’s head there were gray streaks. It’s blue eyes reminded you a bit of Thorin. It was piercing and you were immediately captivated by it.

“Who is this little guy?” you ask, fingers reaching out to scratch its head. 

The cat leans into your touch and you hear a meow, but it was not from the one currently cuddling into your hand. 

You back away from your son as you notice four other cats popping out of his coat. 

One looked like a very old, gray tabby. The other two cats were quite young, as if just coming out of their kitten stages. One was a white, norwegian cat and the other was a black norwegian cat. The last looked like a very grumpy gray Ragdoll. This one kind of remind you of Gandalf

You pick up the two Norwegian cats and they immediatley climb onto your shoulders, licking your cheeks. You giggle as it tickles.

“What are you doing with five cats? Your father is going to be absolutely furious,” you say, trying to keep still so you won’t jostle the cats, but they’re just perching on your shoulders as if waiting for Frerin to explain something.

“Uh well. You see. I thought these cats looked adad, cousin fili, cousin kili, cousin Balin and Gandalf so I thought I’d show them,” Frerin says and you narrow your eyes at him.

 “You’re lying.”

”Am not!” he exclaims, making the cat in his hand hiss and scratch him. He winces.

“Okay. This is actually adad, fili, kili, balin and Gandalf,” he says and you just give him a blank look before laughing your ass off. 

Your husband? Is a cat? What a joke! 

“Fili and Kili have been teaching you too much. I should put them in a corner again!” you say and that causes the black cat to jump onto Frerin and it goes onto his back and watches you from the tip of frerin’s shoulder. IT was like he was scared of you or something.

“No. Seriously amad! Kili and I were hiding behind the throne and Gandalf was there and I just wanted to touch his magic thingy and suddenly all different colors of smoke were coming out and they were all turned into cats!” Frerin exclaims, tears of frustration clouding his eyes.

“Hey. It’s okay. We’ll figure it out alright?” you ask, cupping his cheek in your hands and he nods a tear making an escape. 

The cat in his hand climbs up his arm and perches on his shoulder, rubbing his face against his cheek. 

You smile and lead him into the living room. 

All of the cats take a seat on the floor. Kili and Fili are tackling each other while Gandalf and Balin are sleeping. Thorin was pacing back and forth. Even in cat form, they were exactly like their human selves.

“Love?” you ask and the cat comes to a stop. 

“Stop pacing. You’re making me nervous and you’re a cat,” you say and he huffs and you swear you see him roll his eyes. 

“Don’t give me that look Thorin. You may be a cat but I will not hesitate to make you sleep on the couch,” you say and he hisses before taking a seat in front of you both.

“He sure is a grumpy cat,” Frerin states and Thorin narrows his eyes at him. 

“He’s your father. What do you expect?” you ask, watching Fili and Kili. 

Both of them are staring at each other. You quietly sneak over to them and slam your hands on the ground. They both jump two feet off the ground before running in opposite directions.

Frerin giggles. 

“Amad. We’re supposed to focusing on getting them back to normal,” he says as you go back to your original sitting position. 

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun,” you say, petting Thorin and making him roll over to show you his belly. Oh he was never going to live this down.

Tags: @infinite-exist-ence @sdavid09 @why-pace-why @jotink78@savvythedork @localfatgirl @daughterleftbehind @saphira1412@emilyymichelle @forestraccoon @starr-trekkk

Celty Headcanons
  • One day Celty finished her couriering jobs early and decided to come home earlier than Shinra expected. She caught him sniffing a pair of her underwear
  • She is not fond of the word “slurp”
  • Cleans Shooter at the end of every shift
  • Loves 8-bit games
  • Favorite color is yellow
  • Is currently at peace in not having her head with her. Wishes her head the best of luck in finding eternal happiness 
  • Dressed up in a school girl’s uniform for Shinra in their apartment, and got turned off when Shinra wanted to role play as her strict principal ;)
  • Loves the sight of Cherry Trees
  • The amount of smoke that bursts from Celty’s head indicates her emotions: small amounts of smoke mean she’s content, big amounts of smoke mean she is angry or shocked or embarrassed etc.
  • Has a popular aesthetic blog on Tumblr full of scenes of Ikebukoro at night and coffee
  • Lowkey likes Killing Stalking
  • Afraid of worms
  • Saw a child was sad because their cat got ran away, so Celty took her time to take the child to the pet shop to buy another one
  • Sees Izaya as the most foul yet interesting person she has ever met (besides Shinra)
  • Has a fascination with American literature
  • Loves puppies

“Almost Gemini” - [ John Constantine - One shot ].

Based onImagine: Being Constantine’s neighbor, and him always coming over to use your cat for his ritual to cross over into hell. 

Written by: A.Wölf.

Music and ambience: Rain // Song (Play both at the same time but ambience at a lower volume).


The rain woke me up.

I glance at the nightstand clock where “10:08 pm” flashes in red numbers. God, I hate getting out of bed. Time doesn’t matter, early or late, I just hate it, I wish I could stay. But working in a bar has its perks after all; like sleeping during the day and waking up at night.

My cat jumps out of bed, meowing to let me know she wants to eat.

I get up and stand in front of my window to look at the city lights blurred by the raindrops. And from up here, on the 5th floor of this apartment building, I can see a bunch of walking umbrellas, knowing that I will become one the second I leave for work. My cat meows again, reminding me she’s hungry.

After finally opening a can of tuna for her, I put on a vinyl record, turn the volume up, and head towards the bathroom to take a shower and start getting ready. I take a long time in there, letting the warm water relax each one of my muscles, and I thoroughly wash my hair while mentally preparing to come home smelling like cigarettes I didn’t even get to smoke, and god knows what else at the bar.

I put my hair up in a ponytail, and put on my leather jacket, almost ready to leave but still swaying my hips to the music when I hear a knock on the door. I sigh in defeat knowing exactly who it is. Another perk of this nightlife of mine if not the best; John fucking Constantine, my neighbor from the 6th floor, the man with two sides, hot and cold, my almost Gemini after being born in early May but having traits that would suggest otherwise.

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Kent finds her outside his condo, a shuddering, tiny thing with patchy and matted fur hiding from the sun, and if she wasn’t mewling loudly from her hiding spot in the shade, he would have walked right past her.

“C’mere, kitty.” Kent sinks down to his knees, ducks his head to look under the dumpster, sees her looking right at him. He holds his hand out, slowly bringing it closer, his cheek nearly pressed into the burning concrete, trying to draw her out. For his effort, he’s rewarded with a hiss and a claw in his finger.

“Son of a-” Kent jolts back and lick the blood away as he glares at the dumpster. The sun is baking the garbage and he just wants to get out of here but he’s not going to leave yet. He runs back into his suite, rummages through the fridge for anything that might be edible, nearly breaking his neck on a stray stick, then parks himself back in the same spot.

First, he uncaps an overpriced bottle of volcanic water and slowly slides it towards the cat, craning his neck to check that she’s lapping up the puddle. Some of the water is soaking into his shorts but he doesn’t want to move.

“Good girl,” Kent coos when he sees her tiny tongue poke out and lick her wet paws. “That’s some expensive shit, though, so don’t waste it.”

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Reaper’s Mask

Just a lil thing. basically, Reaper decides to take off his mask for the reader and angsty fluff ensues


W: teratophilia (attraction to mosnters)


You watched him from across the room , scuffling with his armor and cursing under his breath. Somehow, you found it endearing. He removed belts and hard shells of armor and stood there in only an un-armored cloak. He turned and walked toward you, only gloves and under-clothing still on. You smiled at him as you sat on the bed and he reached a hand toward you. You grabbed it and brushed a thumb over the metallic claws on his fingers. “Take these off, darling” you smiled gently and he just groaned, sitting on the bed and quickly pulling you into his lap. He scooted back so he rested on the pillows near the backboard. You rested in his lap and pushed your nose up under his chin, wrapping an arm around him. “Always so needy…” he sighed out and leaned back as you planted a kiss on his neck. “I know”. But as he moved his hand, the points of the makeshift claws ground on your skin and you hissed quietly through your teeth. “Please, take those off”. Again, he puffed and this time slipped them off,setting them on the nightstand. He set his hand on your thigh and you sighed. “Better..”. He bumped his mask against your forehead as if to give you a kiss. You chuckled, as it seemed he had forgotten he had it on. You grabbed the bottom and tilted it up lightly. He whacked your hand off and moved in a puff of smoke across the room. You puffed as you just fell into the bed you turned and spoke “Oh will you stop that, you remind me of the damn cheshire cat” he only grumbled and stood there, readjusting his mask. “Why won’t you let me-” he cut you off. “I /can’t/”. You watched him as he sat on the bed and you approached, nuding between his knees. You rested hands on his shoulders. “But why?”. “God, you’re so demanding” he hissed “And you’re dramatic, now let me see”. “NO.” it came out loud and harsh. So you backed away but he reached out and pulled you back, almost desperately. He buried his mask in your shoulder. “I’m sorry….but I can’t.” “Tell me why’ you spoke softly and brushed a hand over his hair. “It’s terrifying…please, darling, it’ll just push you away” “What is?” “My face, dammit. I…I don’t look human anymore..” his voice didn’t sound like his. You tilted his head up under his chin to look into the dark holes of the mask where his eyes would be. You spoke softly and calmly. “Do you really think I care about what you look like? Granted, it’s a plus and you’re damn gorgeous. But I didn’t fall in love with you for your face. Please….let me see.” you lightly brushed a thumb under the bottom tip of the mask. He sighed and stayed still. Suddenly, he leaned forward and on you again. But you smiled and laughed gently. You pushed his shoulders back slowly. “Fine. but you asked for this. You take it off.” you smiled at him and pulled up the tip slowly. He didn’t move to stop you so you kept going. You slipped it over his nose and on top of his head. You finally looked down at him and gasped. He gave a visible grimace but wouldn’t meet your eyes. What you could see of his face from where you stood was scarred and torn, echos of his past battles and losses. But somehow the dark, curly hair you loved to touch was still mostly intact, with only a few scars littering where hair wouldn’t grow anymore. You slipped your whole hand under his jaw and lifted his head up, though he protested at first. “It’s alright, look at me.” you spoke very tenderly. He finally did, glancing up with eyes you had never seen before. They were black where white should be and a dark crimson where they used to be brown. There were small cuts all around them, likely from the explosion that had put them out of commission. You examined him carefully and he didn’t say a word. His mouth did still have lips but on the sides, there were missing patches of skin separated by thin, nearly stringy skin. In the areas that there was no skin, a vicious bite of pointed teeth was revealed. You tried to meet his eyes but he wouldn’t let you. So you tilted his head up with both hands. “Look at me….please.” you were very quiet and soft. But eventually, he looked at you with the red gaze, eyes worried. But you only kissed his forehead and he let out an almost audible whimper. You pulled back and looked at him, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Gabriel, you’re beautiful.” he looked so confused. How could you see him like that? He hated his face. To the point where it could even be considered a weakness.”I…I’m not. I don’t even look human. Im such a freak, how can you-” but you cut him off with a soft kiss on his lips that you could finally feel for the first time. . His eyes widened and he considered pushing you away but he stayed there and kissed you back. Soon enough you pulled back for air and smiled at him, brushing a finger over his cheek. “You’re insane.” but it sounded more like a confused question than a statement. “Maybe I am. But I can tell you truthfully that you’re gorgeous.” he stayed silent and glanced away. How could you love this? His mangled, horrific face that looked more like a monster’s than his own. He couldn’t understand but maybe he didn’t need to. You were still here. You hadn’t run. You hadn’t screamed or even moved away from him. So he leaned forward and hugged you, burying his face under your chin. You smiled and set the mask on the bed, holding his head there. He made a little sound and kissed your collarbone. You kissed the top of his head in return and he just rested there. Somehow, you didn’t find him scary. You’d fallen in love with him long before he had shown you his face. And he had trusted you enough to show that to you. That in itself meant so much. From under your chin you heard a small “I love you…”. With a smile you spoke back “You too. Always .” he stayed silent and closed his eyes.

driving me wild

Summary: In which Dan likes wearing croptops and shorts, Phil is a punk youtuber who drools over him and Louise wants them to stop pining.

Warnings: smoking, smut, un-betaed?

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Word count: 4.8k+ (wtf)

Extra tags: pining, short!pastel!dan, punk!phil, m rated sex i’d say lol

A/N: So, this is my first phanfic and also the first one shot I’ve ever written. I will probably edit this later, but for now I hope all of you enjoy it <3 Also, this is my way to celebrate reaching 1k followers!!

Phil saw him for the first time at a YouTube gathering: the boy with the white skinny jeans, soft lavender sweater and flower crown. Phil knew about him because of Louise. She kept going on about how cute and nice he was; that he was one of the sweetest youtubers she had ever met, and that she wished he had more subscribers because he deserved it.

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