i was very emotional in making this and i tried to capture the overwhelming emotion in this through my writing, so here’s a nice fluffy one shot ;)
summary: the most important 7 seconds of dan’s life caught on camera
warning: g forgay, feels, maybe improper tenses as i usually write past tense and might have messed up whoops
word count: 1,446
Sometimes people ask me if it’s weird to have so much of my life on the internet for everybody to see. I always say that I don’t mind, as some of my happiest moments have been documented for the internet to see, and I wouldn’t want to ever lose those moments. The internet has done so much for me, it’s only fair that I let people see into my glamorous life for a few minutes. Everybody eats the answer up, and, while it’s mostly true, that isn’t the reason that I don’t mind.
Request from Anonymous: Hi! Can I request a scenario where Peter and the reader are childhood friends and the friend walks in on Spider-Man and she starts freaking out that Peter’s in trouble? And can Peter troll her into confessing how she truly feels for her childhood friend?? Sorry if that made like no sense.
A/N: After writing this I realized the anon could have been asking that the reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man but I had already read it as she has always known, so sorry if I misunderstood. I hope you still like this fic <3 I absolutely loved the childhood idea and hope I could do it some justice. I don’t know if he really trolled her lol because I couldn’t think of something clever, but I hope you still like their conversation in this. :) Loved your request! Thank you!! <3
“I see a dragon! What do you see (Y/N)?!” Your best friend Peter asks you excitedly as the two of you lay on the summer grass looking up at the big fluffy clouds.
“I see a unicorn. Right there!” You say as you point to the cloud next to Peter’s dragon. There is a slight breeze and it feels good with the hot summer sun beating down. Even with all the clouds, you can still feel the sun’s warmth on a beautifully perfect day like this. Nearby, you and your best friend’s favorite climbing tree stands tall, branches scraping the clouds. You’d probably attack it after looking up at the clouds for a few moments. At seven and eight years old, you and Peter spent your days running around in the field, climbing trees, staring at clouds, and looking for little critters in and out of the river. Every day was always full of adventure.
“Race you to grandmother Willow!” Peter yelled suddenly as he rushed up. You were right behind him as you two ran to the grand tree you loved so dear. Peter had named it grandmother Willow after the tree in one of your favorite movies, Pocahontas. Peter had beat you to the tree like he always had.
“One of these days I’m going to beat you, Parker!” You tell him while using his nickname trying to catch your breath.
“I’m a superhero, (Y/N)! And superheroes always got to come in first place so they can save people.” Peter exclaims as he pushes his glasses up.
“You’ll always be my hero Peter.” Smiling to Peter, he gives you a smile back as the two of you start climbing the tree.
Although all of your days weren’t spent living in the outdoors, Peter and you always managed to have fun.
“Dan come on it’s gonna be fun” Phil told me through my bedroom door which I had locked for the purpose of Phil not being able to drag me there. “Since when did you find stuff like this fun Phil” I retorted “Dan you know I don’t but its just manners we show up” “Phil we’re gonna be surrounded by thirty year old horny men being pervs” I groaned “Dan just get ready you don’t have to talk just stay on your phone” “ugh fine but you owe me” I compromised getting up from my bed.
I lazily chucked on some black skinny jeans and a black button up, not caring if I looked like shit, I didn’t want to be there and they probably knew it too. It was Joe’s birthday and Caspar had decided to take Joe to a strip club to celebrate. A fucking strip club. And they decided that it would be a good idea to invite Phil and I. If you’ve talked to us for more than five minutes, you’d know we’re not strip club people, heck if you’ve even looked at us.
Hello, love bugs!! Dan x reader Warnings-fluff, kisses. Also, swears because Dan
1887 words yo, Its a long one.
hi !! i love your writing soooo I was wondering if u could do a dan x reader where the reader moves in next door to dan n Phil n the reader has an emotional support dog (preferably a mini chocolate lab) n dan n Phil loooooove the dog n it’s cute n fluffy !! then it time skips to when dan n the reader are dating n the reader tells dan why they have the support dog (anxiety n panic attacks) n dan is supportive n its just cuuuuuuuuuuttttteeee –anonymous
“Dan!” Phil practically screams as he runs up the stairs.
“What, are you okay?” Dan says jumping from his couch crease to make sure poor Philly isn’t to hurt.
“We have the two cutest new neighbors ever!” Phil announces. Coming face to face with Dan on the landing.
“Phil!” Dan moans putting extra emphasis on his part. “I thought that fucking aliens were outside. Christ!” Dan says walking back into the living room.
“But Dan you don’t understand,” Phil says smiling. “One is possibly the prettiest girl I have ever seen. The other is the prettiest brown lab I have ever seen.” Phil recounts as he moves into the living room staring down at Dan trying to make a point.
"Prettiest girl ever?“ Dan questions as Phil nods his head in agreement. “Well, I suppose we should be gentlemen and go see if the two of them need help moving in,” Dan says closing his laptop.
Plot: Dan and you have been friends for ages, and yet, he still doesn’t know how you feel about him. When you have a panic attack and he looks after you, you’re forced to tell him you like him because you can’t do it anymore.
Warning: maybe pretty angsty idk?? Panic attack happens so please don’t read if it will trigger you. Remember, if you do suffer from any mental illness, my ask box is always open, and I’m never too busy to help. Also, I hope it’s really fluffy, but it does get a little bit heavy at the end.
Pairing: Dan Howell x nonbinary!reader (or gender neutral/ any gender because no pronouns are really used)
Notes: is gender neutral and uses gender neutral terms to describe the reader. They/Them pronouns are used. Also, I really enjoyed writing this, and before people come at me saying I shouldn’t glorify a mental illness, please stop. I personally have anxiety attacks, and know multiple people who also do, so it’s not as if I’m talking from a inexperienced point of view. As well, I’d like to point out that when writing this, I consulted one of my friends who does have panic attacks and we agreed that perhaps, by writing this and things like this, us writers could bring awareness to a topic that is shrouded and often wildly distorted by a huge stigma.
“Y/N? Where are you?”
Dan’s worried voice came from outside the room and I took deep breaths, trying so hard to hold myself together when everything inside me was falling apart. It wasn’t like this was the first time I had ever had a panic attack, but usually my anxiety attacks included dissociation and paralysis, not hyperventilating, and anyway, this was the first time Dan had ever been so close to finding out.
Since we'd first became friends, I’d hinted at it multiple times, and after making speeches and being an advocator for dealing with mental health in teens, Dan had had an idea that I suffered from something and yet, until recently, he hadn’t known what exactly what it was.
And yet, despite trusting him with nearly everything for the past 5 years, I couldn’t bring myself to let him see me like this.
As I hear the door to my room open, the hysteria in my mind rises, and my breathing becomes even more erratic at the thought of Dan finding me. My thoughts are like an ocean, pulling me in, momentarily submerging me, always taking my breath, making me choke on the water, and yet, at the horrible end of it all, I’m stuck on the shoreline, wishing I was dead.
It’s a constant heaviness in my mind, tugging at my happiness and distorting everything until I’m scared for my life. It’s a hunger burning away at my mind, and the demons just can’t be satisfied.
I tried calming myself, but I know by now it’s too late.
“Y/N…” I hear someone open the door and drop to their knees just in front of me.
I open my eyes and desperately focus on the two brown ones around a metre away.
“Hey, Y/N. Don’t worry. I’m here and I’m not leaving you. I won’t come any closer, unless you want me to, but I’m not going anywhere.”
His voice is laced with worry, and you can momentarily tell he’s holding back tears.
“I want you to breathe with me ok? I know it’s hard, but can you try for me?”
I nod, my hands shaking as I reach out for his. He takes them immediately, and holds them gently, moving a few inches closer so I don’t have to stretch.
“Inhale,” the sound of his deep breath in sounds like bragging to my panicked lungs, but I know he’s only trying to help so I attempt to replicate his breathing patterns, “Exhale.”
After a while, my breathing has become a little more normal, and Dan begins to stand up, letting go of my hands, causing the hysteria to begin creeping back, “Hey, hey I’m sorry. It’s ok. I’m just getting your meds ok? They’re still under your pillow right?“
As soon as he says this, I calm down a bit and nod, keeping the breathing patterns as I wait for him to sit back down. Within seconds, his butt hits the floor just across from me, and he hands me a glass and two pills.
Suddenly, after what seems like hours of us breathing in time, I become acutely aware of my exhaustion and gesture for Dan to come closer.
“Dan.” His head lifts immediately, and his eyes flicker with worry as he mumbles assurances, gripping my hand just a little tighter.
“Y/N. How are you now?”
“Better. But I’m tired.”
“Oh.” He looks confused and takes a moment to think before coming back with a reply, “Um. I don’t know if you can sleep. I mean what do you usually do after an attack?”
“It’s bad for some people, but if I get tired, I sleep, as long as someone is there with me. Like, in case it happens again.” I know it’s wrong to make him stay with me out of pure selfishness but something tells me he won’t mind.
“Do you want me to stay in here then?” He questions, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder.
My fingers wrap around his bicep as I mumble my answer, “Yeah. If you don’t mind.”
“Nah, I just wanna make sure you’re ok. Anyway, it’s getting late. You should probably get changed.”
It’s in this moment, you become aware of the mess you probably look. Your clothes are practically drenched in sweat and your hair is sticking up in every direction.
“Can I wear one of your shirts?” I whisper, my lips accidentally brushing against his collarbone. A blush rushes across my cheek and I notice his body clench slightly.
“Um sure. I don’t want to leave you to go get one though….” He replies, making the air a little less awkward as he turns to look at me properly.
“Can I just wear yours?” I question, pulling my face away so I don’t end up kissing his shoulders again.
A moment of silence passes, and I seem to have made it awkward all over again.
“Yeah… um hold on a second.” I turn my head as he pulls his shirt off.
It’s stupid but I feel so damn in love with him right now. And not just because he’s half naked.
He turns back towards me, and passes me his shirt, covering his stomach and chest as I change.
Before I know it, we’re lying in the bed, only centimetres away from each other.
“Why did you cover your chest? I mean, it’s not like you’ve got boobs.”
He stifles a laugh and after composing himself, replies with something that breaks my heart.
“Uhh. Well, I’m not cute or sexy and I don’t have a six-pack. I guess my low self-esteem got the better of me again.”
“It’s true so…” For the second time today, I can see him holding back the tears and again, it breaks my heart.
“You dumbass. You fucking dumbass. How can you not tell?” I say, the anger getting the best of me.
But I’m not angry at him. I’m angry at the world for making him feel like this.
“What?” His head whips around to face me.
“You’re the cutest thing I’ve seen, and it hurts when you say stuff like that. You can look after me, and Phil, and your fans, and yet you can’t look after yourself. You’re so fucking handsome, and I don’t understand how you can’t see that. Whenever I see you, my heart skips a fucking beat because I just can’t seem to get over the fact that I’m lucky enough to love you.“
“Yeah Dan. I love you. I know you don’t feel the same, but I love you.” I confess, my heart thumping double time.
“Who says I don’t feel the same?” He whispers, his hands resting either side of me, as he props himself up.
“Dan. Can you kiss me?” I say, looking up at him through half closed eyes.
“Your wish is my command.” He shortly closed the gap between us and soon he gently falls on top of me, his arms giving way as he reaches for my waist and my hands run through his curly hair. The feel of his skin against mine is better than I’d imagined. His lips map out my skin, going anywhere and everywhere; he’s kissing my lips, then my neck, then my jaw. My hands stroke his bare chest and his hands travel up my borrowed shirt.
“I love you goddamnit. So fucking much. I just want you to know that I love you and I have for a while. I’m sorry for not telling you.” He whispers against my skin, and I stop to play with his curly hair.
“I love you too Dan. And I’m sorry for not telling you about my anxiety.“
“Don’t worry. Phil accidentally let slip and I prepared myself in case it was gonna happen.”
“I love you.” I say again, pulling his hair as he lies on top of me.
"You’re such a dork.” I laugh, and he entwines our hands together.
Mr Stan called to me. Sorry. I haven’t even read it over except for spelling mistakes, I’m just splurging it on the page so it’s probably rubbish!
Mr Stan has a great line in jumpers (blatant excuse to use one of my favourite pictures)
Nothing quite like walking into a meeting, late, with snot on your
shoulder, to make you feel small. Non-parents 1, 2, and 3 all gave you that
understanding head-tilt that you knew meant they were weighing up which one of
them could get your job when you were fired/resigned due to stress.
A/N: Hello everybody like I annouced yesterday I wrote a part 3 to ‘Let’s make a baby’ (Here is pt1 and pt2) I’m sorry that I’m uploading this so late (but hey it’s still Friday) I got a really nice message by an anon yesterday who told me that I should continue this series and it got me thinking.
SO without further ado I announce that ‘Let’s make a baby’ will continue ! I hope you are happy with that.
To celebrate I give you this part that is most probably longer than every other imagine I’ve posted. Enjoy :)
I looked at the pregnancy test three
times before I was able to comprehend what I saw. “A plus” I
whispered unbelievingly and pushed the bathroom door open with force.
I sprinted to the kitchen were Dan was making dinner while I was
crying with relief and happiness. “It’s a plus, Dan” I shouted
excitingly. Just like me he didn’t really understand at first,but
then I showed him the little plus that meant that there was actually
a baby growing inside of me. His whole face lit up and his eyes grew
wide. “Fuck” he whispered but seconds later he started shouting.
“Oh my god. Finally. I love you so much, Y/N” And with that Dan
picked me up and spun me around. I giggled like a little girl and
really couldn’t believe our luck. He set me down on the ground again
and kissed my whole face. “I’m going to be a dad” he spoke
silently and I saw goose bumps appear on his skin and his eyes got
I stood in front of the huge mirror in
our room. My t-shirt was lifted up so I could examine my belly. It’s
been a month now since I found out that it actually worked and that
I’m pregnant. Although my belly most probably hasn’t grown at all
after only a month I liked to look at it. Dan liked to look at it too
and he’d tell me that he could already see a bump every single time,
but I guess he was just too excited. I always imagined that Dan would
be the kind of boyfriend that would talk to one’s belly and god was I
right. This morning I woke up to him having a conversation with the
baby while I was asleep ! He was really supportive and cute and I
although I knew that the next 8 months were going to be exhausting I
was already looking forward to them.
For this weekend though we had planned
to visit Dan’s family in Reading to tell them the news in person.
Since they lived quite far away I never got to see his family that
often. Only on holidays and his birthday so we weren’t really that
close. Dan hadn’t only packed his stuff but also mine because he
insisted that I had to relax and not do any work. He is even more
protective over me now tahn he was before. When we arrived at his childhood home and
rang the door bell I got a bit nervous. A huge bit to be honest. I
quickly took Dan’s hand into mine and pressed it hard. “Darling”
he laughed. “It’s just my parents”
Before I could answer the door swung
open and his mum smiled at her beautiful son that she barely sees. My
tall boyfriend hugged his fragile mother before she kindly greeted me
with a hug too. “Good evening, Mr Howell” I said as his dad
appeared in the door frame next to his wife. The thing about his
parents was that they were very nice of course ,but somehow they
always seemed a bit distant. They were both business people and Dan
always told me that they were never much around when he was
younger. We all walked into the dinning room together where Mrs.
Howell had prepared a huge fancy dinner for all of us. His
grandparents were sitting at the table and after greeting the lovely
old people we sat down and his mum brought the food. “Adrian come
downstairs, dinner is ready and your brother is here” Mr. Howell
shouted and soon Dan’s little teenage brother came down the stairs.
He was actually really cute like a mini Dan but still different and
interesting. I said my hellos and was glad that he was here. Although
me and his parents hadn’t warmed up, me and Adrian actually got along
pretty well since he always manages to lighten up the mood. A few
minutes into eating our food and telling each other casual things
that happened since Christmas when we last saw each other Dan tapped
my thigh and I turned my head to look at him.He nodded slightly and my stomach
started to turn. ‘Shit’ I thought and swallowed hard.
“We actually have something really
important to tell you” Dan started and my heart began to beat
enormously fast. But why ? What could happen ? His whole
family stared at us and I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand under the
table. “Y/N and I are going to have a baby” he announced happily.
The whole table gasped and his mother excitingly squealed. “You are
such a good boy, Daniel” his grandma said. I smiled and felt the
weight fall off my shoulders. I guess it wasn’t such a big deal at
all. His family started to ask questions and his mum wanted to know
every single detail.She gave me pregnancy tips, told me what I was not
allowed to do and all that kind of stuff. It got really late and
everybody had finished dessert. “Darling, go rest in the living I’m
going to help mum with the dishes” Dan told me. I nodded thankfully
and waited for him to be done so we could go to sleep.
As he hadn’t returned from the kitchen
after 20 minutes I went to check on him. Before I could open the
kitchen door I heard his mother say : “Dan, are you sure you have
thought this through. You do not even know each other for that long.
You are not even married or anything like that. Don’t you think you
rushed into something ? You two are so different, Dan. It’s like you
are the moon and she is the sun or something !”
“Mum stop-” Dan tried to defend
himself but got cut off by his mother. “Daniel, I’m just worried.
What if she is not the right one. What if you decide you two are too
different and you stop getting along. Breaking up is not easy when
there is a child involved !”
I just listened and couldn’t believe
what his mother was saying. As I couldn’t bear hearing it anymore I
ran upstairs, tears streaming down my eyes. I was glad I remembered
where Dan’s old room was and pushed the door open. I fell down onto
his freshly made bed and started to sob loudly. Although I knew that
his mother wasn’t right I couldn’t help but imagine how it would end
if she was. I was scared. Scared of being a bad mother and suddenly I
was scared of the 8 months ahead of me that I looked forward to this
morning. I was a mess and Dan was downstairs and his mum was most
probably convincing him that he 'rushed into’ becoming a dad.
My sobs were so loud that I didn’t even
hear the door open and my boyfriend step in. “Y/N” Dan whispered worried and my
heart sunk. I sat up straight and wiped away the tears that rolled
down my red cheeks. The look on his face made my heart break. “What’s
wrong, sweetie ? Is it the baby ? Are you okay?” I just nodded but
a tear drop escaped my eye at the same time, giving away that I was
surely not okay at all.”I heard what your mum said” I simply
stated and my voice sounded hoarse. “I’m so sorry” he cried and
hugged me hard. I sobbed against his chest while he softly stroke my
hair. “She doesn’t know what she is saying, Y/N. I guess she is
worried about her grandchild or something, I don’t even know. But
baby, I do know that she is definitely not right. God, she is wrong ! I love you and
deciding to have this baby was the best thing we have ever done.”
he said and kissed me passionately. I placed my hands against his broad and warm chest and gripped his t-shirt. We broke the kiss and I
eyed my beautiful boyfriend that I loved dearly. “I actually wanted
to have sex with you on my teenage bed but I guess we can just
cuddle” he cheekily stated. I sat opposite him, my eyes puffy,
my shirt tear stained, and my cheeks red like a cherry but somehow he
managed to make me grin with how huge of a lovely idiot he was. “Or
maybe both” he then said and I playfully hit his shoulder.
In which Isaac comforts you before flirting and asking you out.
“We have to fight them,” Derek says, referring to the newest supernatural threat in Beacon Hills. “There’s no other option. They’re too dangerous.” The rest of the group nod reluctantly and you sigh, feeling tired just at the idea of fighting again. You had barely had time to rest after the last time. You leave the room silently, glad when nobody asks why; you can already feel the lump in your throat when you shut the kitchen door behind you and lean against the counter-top. It seems as though lately it’s the only thing that can hold you up and keep you from falling. You didn’t even realise that Isaac had followed you in until you hear his voice from behind you. “Are you alright?” “Fine,” you lie, blinking away your tears. You were clutching onto the counter so hard that you could feel it digging into your palms. “I’m fine. I was just thirsty.” “You shouldn’t do that,” he says, and you feel his warmth beside you as you pour yourself a drink at the sink. “What?” “Lie.” You can hear the smirk in his voice but you can’t bear to look at him in case he sees your tear-filled eyes. “You’re not very good at it. Talk to me.” He pulls the glass from your hands and places it down on the side before tilting your head up so you’re forced to look at him. Instead of obeying, you look outside the window behind him, trying to distract yourself. It doesn’t work. You can feel his blue eyes burning into you. “Please, [Y/N]. What’s going on? I’m worried.” “You shouldn’t be. I’m fine.” You pull away from him again and sip your water. “I’m just tired, that’s all.” “Are you not sleeping well?” You sigh. “I don’t mean it like that. I mean I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting all the time. Maybe I just want one normal day, where I don’t have to worry about defending myself against the supernatural. I miss my old life. I miss going to school without having to worry about other stuff. I miss hanging out with friends just to have fun rather than plan out how we’re going to handle whatever it is that’s trying to kill us next.” Your voice is thick with tears. You had been holding this in for weeks, months even, and now it was bursting out of you without your permission. Even as you said it, though, you could feel the weight lifting off your chest ever so slightly. Now it was Isaac’s turn to sigh, and you suddenly felt guilty. He didn’t seem mad, though, just upset. “I didn’t know you felt that way.” “I didn’t…before. But with everything that’s happened recently, I guess I’m just overwhelmed. I don’t know how much longer I can balance this and school without failing something. Without failing myself.” “This will pass.” He laces his fingers with yours almost instinctively. “We’ll get back to normal again, or at least, semi-normal. We always do. You’re strong enough to do this.” “What if I’m not?” You bite your lip to keep it from wobbling, knowing even as you say it that you sound pathetic. “I know that you are.” Slowly, he tucks a stand of hair behind your ear so that he can look at you properly. “You’re the strongest person I know. I wish you could see that for yourself.” One corner of your mouth curls into a small smile and you nod. “And,” he continues, “when all of this is over, I know a restaurant you’ll love. Maybe we can even see a movie beforehand, y'know, like normal people do. We don’t even have to talk about supernatural stuff trying to kill us.” You raise an eyebrow and roll your eyes, but he’s already walking away, a slink in his step as though he’s trying to act cool. “Are you asking me on a date?” You question before he disappears. He turns around, grinning innocently. “No. Just plans between two people who are undeniably attracted to each other.” “Speak for yourself, Lahey.” You walk past him, nudging him slightly with your shoulder though he’s much taller than you and can’t be budged so easily. “I’m not into wolves.” “Good thing I’m a werewolf then. Different thing,” he calls as you walk back down the hall, and this time, you can’t help but smile, knowing that things might be looking up after all.
My eyes felt heavy as I opened them. At least one of them. I saw a bright light that made me groan in pain. My entire body was aching. “Fuck! Frost put her back to sleep” A voice growled and it echoed in my head. I tilted my head ,but soon I felt a mask on my mouth that put me back to sleep.
The next time I opened my eyes, I was in a dim room. The first thing I noticed was the big bed I was on. It was big enough for probably 4 people. It had a beige blanket that covered most of my body. I had a soft pillow behind my back. But my body was in pain. I felt like I had been hit with a wrecking ball. I looked at my side to see a dark brown, expensive looking nightstand with flowers. They were black. How strange I thought. Suddenly I heard someone walking in and I looked to my other side to see a big door. What really surprised me was the fact that Joker walked in.
He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a red shirt with only three buttons buttoned. He seemed worried for some reason, but it was obvious he tried to cover it. Now I was scared and confused. Why am I here?
“You’re awake” He said bluntly and then sat on the bed quite close to me. I gulped and felt how sore my throat was. “What..what’s going on?” I dared to ask him with a weak voice. Joker seemed surprised at my question. Why was I in bed in a bedroom I had never seen before? The windows were covered with dark red curtains and it looked expensive as hell.
“I couldn’t leave you to die Y/N” He explained mysteriously. To die? “Some idiot took you to his home and beat you up. So I killed him. Our plans are delayed” He sighed as casually as possible. Some idiot? Suddenly I got a flashback of Daniel taking me away from work. I remembered his anger when we got to his place, our old shared home. Then he beat me up. As I thought really hard, I could remember Joker shooting Daniel. Then I blacked out.
“I got a doctor to stitch you up. You should be fine in a few days” He continued and then looked at my bare arms. Where were my clothes? “Why didn’t you leave me at my place?” I whispered nervously. This was probably Joker’s home and it made me a little anxious.Why did he even bother to help me ?
“Fuck face visited you. It wouldn’t be safe when you’re hurt so badly” He explained shortly. Who the hell was fuck face? He probably saw my confusion so he spoke: “Two face. My enemy. Big jerk” He spat and I knew that he wasn’t keen on this man. I remembered that odd man behind my door. Was that two face? “I thought you wouldn’t wake up” Joker admitted after a small silence. “Why?” I tried to raise my eyebrow. My question made him look a little sad which was weird. “You were asleep for two days” He let me know.
“Oh..” I mumbled and then sighed. My ribs hurt as I sighed. Daniel really got his anger out on me this time. Did Joker really kill him? “We’ll see how you’re healing. Maybe in a week I can show you my little surprise” He smiled and I saw that hint of insanity in his blue eyes. I just looked at him innocently. My other eye felt bad. My vision was a little blurry through it and it didn’t open up well. Probably a black eye. Nothing special from Daniel. “Do I look like a mess?” I asked Joker and wanted an honest answer.
His lips parted and he looked away from my eyes. “No. You just have a black eye, a cut lip and some wounds here and there but you’re still pretty doll” He explained and called me doll. Something about him made me feel strange. “You’ll be back to normal before you know it” He added as happily as possible.
Why the bloody hell was the clown prince of crime helping me? Why did he want me to help him with his idea? What was his little surprise for me? Nothing made sense anymore. “I’ll make Frost get you something to eat. We don’t want you to starve” He said as he stood up. I just followed him with my eyes and wondered what was possibly going through his mind. Why me?
Joker walked away and left me alone to wonder. My mind was a fuzz and I was thinking about any kind of an explanation, but nothing found to make sense. So I groaned and sat up. My head ached and my body stung a lot, but I had to walk a little. That’s when I noticed that I was wearing a black nightgown that was had lace on the edges. It felt very silky, but it made me a little cringey that someone had changed my clothes. The fact that Daniel had beaten me up again made me feel a little weak.
But Joker killed him.
It made me happy. I knew it was sick but I loved the fact that Daniel had suffered before taking his last breath. That scumbag totally deserved to be scared to death by Joker. I could just imagine Daniel’s ugly face turning to pure horror as he saw Joker with his henchmen in his house. Daniel wasn’t so powerful in the end. That was pure pleasure for me to know and let the information sink into my mind forever.
My legs were a little sore, but I managed to walk. The floor was warm and the wood felt clean under my feet. As I walked towards the door, I saw a purple carpet. I made it out of the room and I saw a hall with no lights on. Damn this place looked expensive. My eyes landed on a window to my left that showed a city hidden by night. It was beautiful. We were high above the ground and we could see all the buildings of Gotham from here. This must have been a penthouse! Suddenly I felt nervous. What if I wasn’t allowed to walk around?
“Oh there you are” Joker’s voice startled me, but I stayed on the spot. He was coming towards me with a rather calm smile. But I didn’t expect him to stay calm. It was Joker for fuck’s sake, he could snap the next second for absolutely nothing! “Frost is on the case. The chefs will make something to eat” He let me know. I just nodded a small nod and nervously leaned against the doorframe. “How do you feel?” He questioned me and put his warm hands on my arms. His touch made me a little tense.
“I-I’m good” I muttered a lie. I really wanted to go home because this was scary. His icy blue eyes looked at my face closely and I felt bare like this. “Don’t be scared doll. You and me are going to have a lot of fun! As long as you’re good to me, I’ll be good to you. Does that sound nice?” I tilted his head a little and put his hand on my jaw very softly. “Yeah” I whispered quietly. “Well that’s good Y/N. Why don’t you take a bath when they chef’s preparing the food? I’ll show you the bathroom” He offered like a gentleman. I just nodded and followed the man with green hair back to the fancy bedroom. I didn’t trust Joker.
But he killed Daniel and literally saved my life. But that didn’t make me less scared of him. What if he snaps and throws me out of the window? The thought made me a little anxious, but I kept going. Better listen to Mr. J and keep him pleased. I did not want to see his psycho side again.
Soon we stepped inside the master bathroom and I nearly gasped at the beauty. Everyone knew Joker lived expensively, but I never imagined that his bathroom would be this glorious! The first thing I noticed was the huge bathtub that was the centerpiece. It was big enough for two people or perhaps three. He had candles all around and even champagne on the edge of the bathtub. There was a shower as well and a door that seemed to lead to a sauna. It also had windows that showed the beautiful city view, but no one could see up here.
“Like it?” He asked me excitedly as he turned to look at me with his arms in the air. Our eyes met and I tried to smile. “It’s lovely” I let him know as calmly as possible. So far he seemed good to me. But I never knew what the next second would bring. “Enjoy it. Within a week these things will be so different for you” He whispered mysteriously and walked out of the bathroom. His words made me feel strange.
What the fuck did he mean?
It made my heart flutter from both fear and excitement, a dangerous mix together.
I decided not to think about it. Then I took off the nightgown even tho it hurt a little. So I stepped into the bath and let it get filled. As the water touched my wounds, I moaned a little in pain, but I got used to it. A bath was going to be nice now..
Summary: Phil saves neko!Dan from an abusive life. A little angsty at first, but really fluffy.
Word count: 1902
Tw: abuse of nekos.
Context: nekos are hybrids of a cat and a human. Neko!Dan has cat ears on top of his head, a long fluffy tail and small kitten teeth. He also displays characteristics of a cat such as sleepiness and playfulness.
Phil had bought Dan from a grimmy pet shop a few years ago. Back then Phil had been twenty two and Dan was seventeen, although Phil hardly belived the crusty man when he said so, Dan looked to be about twelve.
He was initially just going to the pet shop to look around, maybe buy a goldfish or something easy to care for. However when he saw the small neko crouched in a cage that was obviously too small he was shocked and felt sorry for the poor thing. He’d thought that people had stopped using nekos for profit, or at least didn’t sell them in pet shops anymore.
The poor thing was shaking so much that the metal of the cage was rattling. It’s hair on top of its head that it’s ears were flat against was dirty and matted. It’s bedraggled tail was wound tightly around its bare stomach as the neko only wore some short boxers.
Phil immediately crouched down to where the neko was kept on the floor. “Hey, how are you little one?” He whispered just loud enough for it to hear.
The neko heard Phil and surprisingly moved to the front of the cage straight away. It smiled a smile that didn’t quite reach its eyes and poked It’s fingers (with what normally would be sharp nails that had been cut short roughly) through the bars. “I’m hungry, I want food. Do you have food?”
Phil considered how to answer this. He had already decided that he couldn’t leave this vulnerable neko here. He wanted to take it away from here as soon as possible. He decided that he would answer the question and suggest the idea of it coming home with him too. “I have lots of food at home, do you want to come home with me?” Phil replied, he couldn’t help feeling like the witch with the candy house in Hansel and Gretel.
The nekos eyes widened as it gasped “really? I can come home with you”
Phil nodded “I’ll just sort it out and we’ll be out of here soon”.
Phil walked to the man at the desk. “How much for the young neko over there?” He asked, pointing to the cage.
“Oh, well the stupid little thing went and cut himself on glass when I was cleaning his cage the other day, so you’re looking at damaged property my friend” the man gruffly replied. He continued “I don’t want to be getting any bad feedback of poor performance of one of my pets, so are you sure you want that one? I can reccomend a good place just across town, they have ‘em all trained up for you there”.
Phil cringed at the man calling the neko 'property’ and mentioning the nekos that have been 'All trained up’. He didn’t want a slave, he just wanted to save this neko. “No it’s fine, I want this one” he replied.
“Alrighty then, that’ll be £200, I’m giving you a thirty per cent discount. So no refunds ok?” The man barked out.
“Yeah, yes sure” Phil answered. He almost laughed at the thought of bringing the neko back to this disgusting place.
Phil had taken the neko home that day. He learnt on the way home that the neko was a boy called Daniel, but he preferred to be called Dan.
As soon as they entered Phil’s apartment he lead Dan to the kitchen, holding his hand gently. The neko was surprisingly open and trusting with Phil, he guessed that it was because he had offered him a way out of that horrific place.
“What do you like to eat, Dan?” Phil said as he opened a cupboard. He looked down at him to see that the neko was furrowing his eyebrows, trying to think of the name of food that he’d eaten. He most likely didn’t get very tasty or nutritious food at the pet shop, Phil decided to throw a few suggestions out for him. “I have bread, oh you could have toast. But what do you want on your toast?” He asked more to himself than Dan as he searched through the cupboard, the younger stayed quiet. “I have jam and peanut butter, oh and honey. I don’t even know why I have marmite, I hate marmite, but you could like it. Oh why don’t I make you some toast and put different things on pieces to see what you like?”
Dan nodded his head, he stepped closer to phil and started nuzzling his hair and ears against his shoulder. “Oh I’ll have to give you a bath later!” Phil added as he saw Dan’s unclean hair rubbing against him. Dan’s smile grew and he purred very faintly, but it was enough for Phil to hear and it made him smile widely too.
When the toast was all made (with great difficulty as Dan kept nuzzling and hugging Phil) they Sat down on the couch together. Dan, it seemed, didn’t want to leave Phil’s side and almost sat on top of him.
Half an hour later it was apparent which thing Dan likes the best. He hated the strawberry jam and the honey, the peanut butter was okay. But after one bite of the marmite toast he made a noise that sounded like 'yummy’ and ate it quickly. Phil made him some more of the marmite toast as Dan looked very malnourished and also offered him some milk, to which he gasped and gulped down quickly once he was handed it.
Once Phil was content that Dan had eaten enough for now he decided that he’d need to give the neko a bath next.
Dan was suprisingly easy to persuade to get into the bath. His natural enstinct of being afraid of water (after all he was part cat) seemed to vanish when he saw all of the pretty bubbles and Phil’s large choice of bath bombs. His eyes widened and he ran over to touch the bubbles, he squealed excitedly when a few of them popped.
Phil’s worries of whether to keep Dan’s boxers on where gone when the neko suddenly slipped them off and jumped into the bath, making a large splash. He giggled, Phil found it adorable and giggled along with him. Phil attempted to comb Dan’s hair right away to rid it of the dirt but Dan just flinched away and protested “ouch, no that hurts”.
Phil frowned “Dan, I have to get this dirt out sweetheart. It will feel so much better after, I promise” the neko just poured. Then Phil had an idea “how about you try out a bath bomb then, look, you can choose any one you like” he said pointing to the box containing about fifteen glittery coloured spheres.
Whilst Dan was distracted in amazement of the colours and patterns produced by the bath bomb, Phil was able to comb Dan’s hair so eventually it was knot and dirt free. He then moved on to pour a jug of warm water over his hair and ears. Dan’s ears rested flat against his head so no water would go inside.
As Phil was massaging the raspberry shampoo into his hair Dan began to purr again, louder this time. Phil made sure to rub Dan’s ears which achived a relaxed sigh from the neko as he pushed his head up into Phil’s hands more. He then rinsed Dan’s hair again with the jug of water, putting his hand on his forehead so no shampoo would go in his eyes.
Next he needed to move on to Dan’s tail. He knew it’d be a particularly sensitive part of the his body and it had been damaged quite badly. Some of the fur was missing and it was bent in a few places that suggested that it had been confined in a small space for a long time. It was a little bloody at the end which was probably from the glass incident.
Phil took hold of Dan’s tail as gently as he could. Dan looked back at him as if not trusting Phil to clean his tail whilst his back was turned, however he didn’t protest like before, he sat in silence. Phil washed it using a soft sponge and some fruity body wash first.
After he had washed Dan’s hair and tail, Phil figured that the neko could do the rest himself. “Dan, wash yourself with this” he said, handing him the sponge with a little more of the body wash on it. “I’ll just get something for you to wear later”.
Phil was a little anxious as he searched for something comfortable that might fit Dan. He didn’t want to leave the neko in the bath alone for too long as he already felt quite protective of him and didn’t want Dan to accidentally hurt himself. Dan was much smaller than himself in height and had a very skinny frame. In his unorganized mess of a wardrobe he found a navy blue t-shirt with pickatu and ash on it that was slightly too small for him and also decided to give Dan some clean boxers to borrow. They’d have to go shopping soon.
When he went back he saw that Dan had somehow gotten even more water onto the bathroom floor, but he was still playing happily and that’s all that Phil was bothered about. “Okay, time to get out now Dan” he stated to which Dan immediately obeyed, stopping what he was doing.
It was nice to have Dan following what he was told, however Phil definitely planned on teaching Dan about free will and allowing him to protest a little and make his own decisions. It was a very important part of dans development as he was naive to everything except the cruel prison like way he was brought up. Dan was still like a child/kitten.
They didn’t make a big deal of the fact that Dan had stood up from the water and was completely naked as Phil helped him out of the bath. Phil quickly wrapped a towel around him then ushered him to sit on his lap as he softly patted his hair and ears dry.
When Dan was dry he gladly raised his arms above his head for Phil to dress him (which Phil thought was adorable) and stepped into the boxers. The t-shirt, as Phil had expected, was huge on Dan and made him look even smaller.
“Who is that?” Dan asked pointing to the yellow creature, as Phil lead him out of the bathroom.
Phil looked back at Dan to see where he was pointing, “that’s pickatu, he’s a poke'mon”. “And that’s Ash, his trainer, he looks after him” he said pointing to the other cartoon.
The nekos eyes lit up as he looked up to Phil, his dimples showing. “It’s like me and you, I’ll be pic-, Urm, the yellow one and you’re Ash because you are looking after me”.
Phil smiled down at Dan. How could the younger be this cute? He wanted to hug him and kiss his dimples. He was so glad that he’d saved Dan today. It was the best decision he’d ever made.
“Yeah” Phil replied as he picked Dan up (who was as light as a feather anyway) and carried him on his hip to the living room. He was going to introduce Dan to pokemon next.
A/N: this took a couple days to write but I’m really happy with it! I think I’m going to write more parts of this (which means fluffy drabbles). I have actually written one already which I will upload just after this. I have so many phanfics saved that I’ve just written for myself.
“Something about the bad boys is just so intriguing”
Lukes body was tense, his mind was jumbled with different emotions. He couldn’t keep himself focused on one thing, he would jump from thinking about (y/n) to thinking about drinking until he couldn’t remember his own god damn name. Anger would flash through his head as he tried to suppress the anger and keep his fist bottled to his side. Sadness would prick his face, causing his features to droop in ways he wasn’t used too. He wasn’t used to this feeling, the feeling of being lost over someone. Never once did Luke let feelings like this take over his body, he didn’t know how to adapt to this. All he knew was he wanted you, and only you.
His breathing was yet again uneven and his eyes were clouded with all the different emotions, he felt like he was going to pass out. But that didn’t stop him from getting in the car and driving straight to the party he was supposed to take you too. He needed a distraction, a way to get his mind off of you; which he seemed to think was impossible. Luke mind was buzzing with anger caused by himself, his already damaged fists banged against the steering wheel of his car. “Fuck!” he screamed as his hands retracted to his messy blond hair. His hands tugged at the roots of his hair in frustration. “fuck” he mumbled once again, not even bothering to stop the money tear trailing down his cheek.
Once he somewhat gained his composure back he set his eyes onto the road and pulled out of Ashtons driveway not giving one look back.
“Ive got to talk to him” you trailed off. “I care about him, thats why I was so upset” you looked up at ashton to see his soft eyes looking into yours.
“He needs someone like you” He stated giving you a small smile. You tilted your head in confusion hoping Ashton would get the hint and explain. Thankfully he did, “Im sure he’s told you, or you know since everyone in the schools knows about his drinking and drug use.” He paused looking up at you once gain, and you nodded for him to continue. “I guess I’m just worried about him, same goes to Calum and Michael. Once Luke told me he wanted to settle down because he met you, I got this wash of relief. Since I’m the only one that realized drugs and alcohol won’t keep me happy and that it was only destroying my body, I limited myself and stopped getting so wasted to the point where i couldn’t even stand every weekend, Im just happy Luke is actually having some type of real human feeling like this. He’s basically a robot, he doesn’t show emotion often” he chuckled sadly. Your eyes soften and you felt your heart pang with sadness, hearing about not only Lukes emotions, but also Ashton talking about his past and about how much he cares for the boys filled your heart with sadness and some type of comfort.
“I care about him a lot Ashton, Im just scared of getting hurt I guess” you admitted while raising your hand to awkwardly rub at your arm.
“I know Luke has that reputation, you know.. The one where he only sleeps around and leaves girls hurt. But he wouldn’t do that to you, I know that for a fact.” Ashton placed his hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, Lukes at my place.”
He lead you over to his car and opened the door for you, you thanked him softly hopping in. Ashton jogged over to the drivers seat and started the car as he sat down bucking up. You looked out the window not exactly knowing what to say, you kept quiet and let the comfortable silence consume you. The only noise being the passing cars and the soft humming of Ashton. You foot tapped with anxiety as you patients was wearing thin, you just wanted to see the tall blonde boy.
Although it only took about 5 minutes to actually drive to Ashtons place, it seemed like an hour. You jumped out of the car faster than Ashton, you looked at his facial expression to see it was filled with worry and anger at the same time. “Shit, shit, shit, this is not good” his hand reached up to his hair as he switched the part to the other side, only to fix it a few seconds later. “Fuck, no”
“Ashton, what happened?” you walked over to him cautiously. He started pacing back and forth and his head snapped up at your voice.
“What time is it?”
You pulled out your phone to check the time. “Almost 8ish, why?”
Ashton didn’t even answer your question as his long legs started taking him back to his car. You stood in the same place watching him, once he noticed you not following he quickly tuned and motioned for you to get in the car. “Get in, were going to the party”
Luke made his way to the back of the house, pushing his lanky body through the many people grinding and dancing. He scoffed at the once couple making out against the wall, their hands groping and touching each other excessively. His large hand reached up and rubbed his tired face, he knew he looked like shit but at this point he didn’t care.
“Hemmings! Glad you could make it, but I know you’d never miss the party” Calum slurred at he walked over to Luke, a blond bimbo wrapped around his waist. Luke face twisted in disgust, usually he’d be smirking towards Calum and giving him the thumbs up. Calum smirked down at the girl and attached his lips to her neck as he pushed her head back and closed her eyes. Luke couldn’t stand the sight anymore and made his way further into the house. All he wanted right now was the alcohol and drugs.
He finally came to find the specific group of people he was looking for, he walked over to them casually and tapped on one guys shoulder. “Hemmings! Good to see you again” The guy turned and smiled at him.
“Im not in the mood for small talk today Daniel” He scoffed trying to get straight to the point. He raised his hands in defense and chucked lightly.
“Alright I get it, you need a distraction” He smirked while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small bag full of white powder. Once Luke saw the substance his mind went blank and he suddenly forgot about everything. He snatched the bag from Daniel and muttered something about paying him back later. He hurriedly walked over to find some type of open area where he could lay the drug down and inhale it into his body. He picked up the pace and stared to light jog, not bothering to apologize when he bumped into other people.
Once he found an open table with no one there and only a few bottles littering the small space, he look a seat and slid in until his body hit the wall. He pushed all the beer cans and bottles to the ground making a loud clanking noise. He pulled the small bag from his hands and opened in lightly sprinkling it onto the table. Once he divided the harmful substance into 3 separate this lines, he pulled a dollar bill from his back pocked and rolled it. He jumped out of his thoughts when the felt the buzzing of his phone against his leg, he pulled it out to see your name on the screen. For a split second he debated answering and trashing the drug and never looking back. His forehead creased and his eyes narrowed as all the thoughts from today flooded his mind again. He laughed dryly and ignore the call putting his nose up against the dollar bill and sniffing each line of cocaine. Lukes eyes rolled to the back os his head in satisfaction of the familiar feeling. He reached his arm up to his nose to wipe it with his sleeve, he smiled proudly as his eyes darkened. He felt his heart pick up in pace and every trace of guilt and anger washed away with pure satisfaction.
He didn’t plan on stopping here, he made sure to walk into the kitchen confidently. He was met with a group of people taking body shots off of each other, Luke smiled to himself and walked over to get a closer look. He pushed through the small group to make his way to the front. His eyes were met with a small brunette laying on the counter with her fully body exposed. Confidence took over Lukes body as the shot laid on her body. He dipped his head down, lips coming in contact with her stomach causing the small girl to squirm at the cool contact of his lip ring. Luke smirked at the reaction and took the shot into his mouth, tipping his head back to feel the liquid burn the back of his throat.
Luke fun was ruined when he heard the familiar voice of his best friend calling his name over the loud blaring of the music. He drowned another shot by himself and turned around to be met with Ashton and you. Your eyes met his, only you couldn’t recognize them. His eyes a deep shade of blue, looking almost black. He had a crooked smile on his face, and his body was leaning from side to side. You looked behind him to see the almost naked girl sitting there as the shot glass lay in his hand. Your heart broke slightly of the idea of his hands on someone else but you quickly shook it off.
“Luke, come on lets go home” You spoke softy, trying to keep your voice from breaking. He shook his head no as the twisted smirk spread further across his face. You desperately looked at Ashton already knowing you wouldn’t be able to fight Luke. Ashton quickly walked towards him and man handled him by throwing the boy over his shoulders.
“Put me the fuck down” He screamed at Ashton. He didn’t even flinch as Lukes fists connected with his back.
“Im not letting you mess up the only good thing in your life, Im sorry Luke but I’m not” Ashton stated with a serious expression across his face.
“I don’t care about my life, leave me alone asshole!” He screamed, causing you to jump slightly. The words broke your heart ‘I don’t care about my life’
Ashton didn’t answer he only held on tighter as he walked right out the front door. You quickly followed behind, shutting the door on your way out. Luke was still pounding his fists against Ashton, but he knew he had no chance. Ashton threw Luke against the car lightly pinning him against it. A small bag fell out of his pocket and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Ashton didn’t seem to notice, so you walked over carefully and picked it up walking back over to your previous place.
“I am not letting you do this to yourself again, Im not going to watch you destroy yourself. I won’t Luke, and (Y/n) won’t either. Im not going to let you throw her around, I know you don’t want to do that and I won’t let you.”
Your eyes focused on the small bag full of white powder. You brought it closer to get a better look, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as realization took over your body. Your breath quickened and your hands started shaking.
“Oh my god” your voice came out small and horse. Luke and Ashtons eyes both diverted over to yours.
“What the fuck is this” you cried.
I FINNALLY FINISHED, I’m so happy i finally got this part up. I hope this doesn’t seem rushed.
I really hope you guys like it and i hope this isn’t crap it took me two full hours to write it all.
Please request for a part 6, if you want a part 6.
I was mad. The heels of my shoes
clicked on the floor as I stormed back to my room. I had every right
to be mad so why did saying I was mad not feel entirely right? I
turned the key and opened the door that lead to my room. Honestly I
wasn’t just mad, I was disappointed. I had trusted him, I had told
everybody that he actually is a really sweet guy and he promised to
prove that. But what he was doing at the party kind of proved me
wrong. When I closed the door behind me the first tears had escaped
from the corners of my eyes. I was not only mad and disappointed, I
was also devastated. My feelings for Dan were at their peak and now
he was making me feel so low. It didn’t help to spot the jersey he
gave to me on my bed as soon as I entered my room. I really wished
that things were different. I hated the fact that I was crying, but I
couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. I plopped down on the sofa and
pressed my face against a pillow while hugging his jumper, wishing it
was Dan’s body instead which was very ironic of course.
“Rose” somebody croaked,
interrupting my sobs. The loud voice made me look up from my pillow.
I knew it was Dan who called my name. I told myself I didn’t want to
see him, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking up anyway.
He was out of breath from running after
me and examined my tear stained face with concern.
Dan was searching for words, but didn’t
find any. He stuttered loose syllables and then closed his mouth
again. His eyes were filled with sheer panic while my heart was
“Why did you do that?” I whispered
hurt. Dan didn’t reply instead he stared at me and it looked like the
brown of his eyes was turning into a clouded grey.
It was unsatisfying to not get any
reaction from him. How hard was it to just say sorry? Maybe he was
scared that I wouldn’t forgive him or maybe he didn’t know why he did
it or maybe he just didn’t care. Or maybe, maybe I was wrong about
him. I loud sob shook my body at the thought.
His arms weren’t there to hold me. He
was still frozen and in the matter of a second my sadness turned into
anger. I got up from the sofa and a wave of doubt washed over me.
“Was sleeping with me all you ever
wanted out of this?” I shouted. I was shocked by how harsh my voice
sounded and I was also shocked about the accusation I made. It was
like I only now realized that I was having that thought as soon as
those words left my lips. Funny how he had to mess up the day after I
gave myself to him for the first time. Dan’s reaction was to swallow
hard and stare at me.
I couldn’t take his lack of feelings.
Why didn’t he fight for me?
“Where you just getting close to me
so this would hurt more?” I yelled, tears now streaming down my
cheeks. I felt weak although my accusations were the verbal
equivalent to strong punches. The only problem was that I was
punching a brick wall right now.
“Is this one of your games where you
act like I mean something to you and then you forget I exist the day
after?” I cried, my voice was shaking and I was close to breaking
down in front of him.
His eyes had turned completely grey and
although his face looked like he was being tortured he didn’t move or
speak. I spotted his jumper I had cuddled with before he stormed into
the room and picked it up. The soft fabric felt so familiar against
my skin. I felt sick to my stomach as I replayed the time he gave the
sweater to me in my head. It was raining, he confessed that he had
feelings for me and he apologized. Today was so different.
“Do I mean nothing to you?”
With those words hanging in the air I
threw the jumper at him with full force. It hit his chest and Dan
could catch the sweater before it fell to the floor. He unbelievingly
looked down onto the fabric and it seemed like the realization that
he had really messed up hit him.
Out of the blue there were suddenly
tears brimming in his eyes. He started sobbing loudly and his broad
shoulders were shaking.
“I love you, Rose.” he blubbered
I was so surprised that I immediately
stopped crying. I stared at him with wide eyes. This was the first
time that he had used the l word.
“I’m sorry. I hate myself so much
right now. I shouldn’t have agreed with him. It’s just that I felt
like I had to because the whole football team consists of fuckboys.
That’s how we used to celebrate and I guess I was just scared of not
being a part of that team anymore. But that was stupid and I upset
you. They are my friends right? They shouldn’t mind if I change my
behaviour. If they do then I don’t care. The last ten minutes let me
realize that the thing I fear the most is losing you. I’ve literally
been paralysed from shock since I came here. Rose believe me, none of
those things you said are true. You mean more than the world to me. I
didn’t use you for sex or to play games with. I got close to you
because I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too.” I whispered and
took a few steps forward so I could take him in my arms. Dan pressed
me against his heaving chest tightly and clutched onto me like I was
Dan stayed the night and we cuddled and
talked until we fell asleep in the each others arms. I guess it
wouldn’t be Dan and I if the first time we said ‘I love you’ weren’t
that dramatic and meaningful. Soon we had forgotten about our first
fight as a couple and when we woke up next to each other we were both
the happiest people on earth because we knew that the person we
loved, loved us back. And what’s more beautiful than that?
Dan took me out for breakfast at a
little coffee house near campus that morning. After that we went for
a little walk in a park and talked about everything that crossed our
minds. It was cold outside since it was the middle of fall and he
wouldn’t let go off my hand the whole time. My cheeks were red from
the coldness just like both of our noses so we headed back to Dan and
Phil’s flat to warm up. As soon as we unlocked the door and entered
the apartment we could hear some noises from the living room. We got
rid of our coats and shoes and found Phil, Caleb and Hayley playing
video games in the lounge.
“Why are you so good at this?”
Caleb whined after losing against my green haired friend. Hayley just
grinned and started another round.
“Oh hey, guys.” Phil exclaimed as
soon as he saw us enter.
“It looks like everything is alright
between you two again?” he asked carefully after the two had paused
the game. Dan and I smiled at each other like total goofs and nodded
our heads eagerly.
We sat down on the sofa next to our
“One question Hayley, what exactly
are you doing here Miss ‘I hate everyone on the football team’ ?”
Seeing her hang out with Caleb and Phil
was a first.
“Well, somehow I ended up all alone
at the party and Phil and Caleb came over to talk to me and they are
actually not that bad. Although Caleb really sucks at video games.”
Hayley explained and even Caleb laughed at her last statement. We
spent the rest of the day watching movies and playing video games
together. It was crazy how well Hayley and Phil got along.
“I’m gonna get some snacks.” I said
while Dan and Phil debated about what movie to watch.
I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave
and got some drinks from the fridge as Caleb walked into the kitchen.
He helped me get down four glasses from the back of the highest shelf
that I couldn’t reach.
“I’m glad things are back to normal
between you and Dan. I have never seen him happier than when he is
with you. I’m sorry for being a jerk to you at first.” Caleb said,
referring to the time when he spread those rumours about me.
“Thank you, Cal. And don’t worry
about that. It’s practically forgotten.” I said and we grabbed as
much snacks and drinks as we could carry and headed back to the
living room to spend the rest of the night watching whatever Dan and
Phil had agreed on.
doesn’t know how long she lays in bed waiting for her
alarm to go off. She didn’t know how much sleep she’d gotten, if
any. Last night she’d gotten back from hunting -alone- spoke maybe
three words to her dad and locked her door before falling into bed
and stayed there until she had to slap her alarm quiet before it
could let out a second blare.
through the morning routine helped. First she showers with the
apartment’s lukewarm water, brushes her hair and teeth, stands in
front of her closed closet before deciding to pick out an outfit from
her dresser, instead. Breakfast is cereal she eats maybe three entire
bites from, then she goes to the roof and suits up so she can ride
her glider above the commuters circulating sluggishly through the
streets on her way to school.
isn’t in Homeroom. Tucker dutifully raises his hand and explains
that he was “really sick” to Lancer, who shakes his head while
marking his clipboard.
the rest of class, Valerie ignores the itch on the back of her neck
where Manson is glaring three seats behind her.
I really ship Teddy and Victoire like my life depends upon it, like to the point where i actually get upset when he's shipped with other people haha. I was wondering if you could give me some of your headcanons about them? Who liked who first? How they got together? More assertive one in relationship? Their future careers? How he proposes? Or anything else
When Teddy was four years old, and Victoire was two, he thought she the most perfect creature ever, and decided he was going to marry her.
Fast forward 20 years to when he is 24 and she is 22, and they are actually getting married, and Teddy thinks that she is still the most perfect creature he has ever seen.
Since Teddy and Victoire are the oldest of the Weasley-Potter clan, they were each other’s first friends, and know each other better than anyone.
When Teddy left for Hogwarts, Victoire cried for three days. Teddy claims he didn’t cry at all (although his Hufflepuff roommates say they heard some sniffling the first couple nights).
When Victoire finally got to Hogwarts, they remained best friends.
They each dated a couple other people during their Hogwarts time, although it was nothing serious. I think they both knew that they were meant to end up together, but were just biding their time.
They get together the summer after Teddy graduates Hogwarts, before Victoire starts her sixth year. They are goofing around in a little waterfall that’s near Shell Cottage, and had been flirting and playing around the whole time. Before they know it, they are pressed up against each other and are kissing, and suddenly everything is right with the world.
Teddy and Victoire keep their relationship secret for about a year, because they are worried about what all the Auntie’s and Uncle’s would say.
Once they are discovered, they find out that the adults had been taking bets on when they would end up together. Victoire is not pleased. (Teddy is secretly overjoyed that they had been rooting for him all along.)
When Teddy officially meets Bill as Victoire’s boyfriend, he is so nervous that he almost pees himself. However, Bill just claps him on the back and tells him that there is no other boy that he would trust with his daughter with.
Several years later, Teddy asks Bill for his permission to ask his daughter to marry him. Bill just says that it’s ‘about time.’
They take a trip to Paris for Victoire’s 21st birthday, and come back engaged. Teddy asks her at favorite cafe, and she immediately says yes.
They get married on the beach at Shell Cottage, and it’s a small affair. Dominique is Victoire’s maid of honor, and Rose is her bridesmaid. James is Teddy’s best man, and Louis is his groomsman. The only guests are family members and close friends, and although it wasn’t the huge wedding that all the tabloids had been hoping for, everyone agrees that it was absolutely perfect.
For their honeymoon, they go to France (where else?), but they also spend a few days in Disney World, per request of Teddy.
Teddy works as an auror for a few years, and ends up teaching DADA at Hogwarts. Unlike the other teachers, he doesn’t live at Hogwarts because he couldn’t stand to be away from Victoire for that long.
Victoire works as a fashion designer, and opens her own boutique. Teddy models some of her designs for her, so that way she can see how they look on an actual human being. While she is in work mode, she bosses him around (Victoire has always been the more assertive one). Teddy doesn’t mind. (he secretly enjoys being bossed around by Victoire)
They have three children - Adelaide Nymphadora, Emilie Margeurite, and Remus Daniel. Teddy claims that the girls take after their mother, and therefore are the most perfect girls alive. Victoire says that Remus takes after his father, and therefore is the handsomest boy she has ever seen.
“I can’t do this.” you cried as you kicked the covers off yourself dramatically and jumped out of bed, heading for the door.
“Y/N!” Sonny called after you which made you speed up but he caught you and spun your round to face him in the hallway.
“He’s crying!” you whined with a dramatic hand gesture in the nursery’s direction, “Don’t you feel bad hearing him cry?”
“Of course I do Y/N. It kills me inside. But there isn’t anything wrong with him!” Sonny countered, trying not to feel bad himself.
“How do you know?” you asked, patting your foot impatiently as you just wanted to head for the door.
“Because he’s been fed and I already changed his diaper. He’s crying for attention.” Sonny stated adamantly, convincing himself as much as he was you. “So, let me give it to him.” you argued, “You can go to sleep. Let me do it.” “We can’t teach him that we’re going to come running every single time he cries. He’s going to need be taught this eventually.” Sonny informed confidently.
“But why today?” you sighed, the sound of his screams, breaking your heart.
“If not today then when?” he fired at you, knowing you could come up with an argument.
Your face fell, confirming his victory.
“Exactly.” he nodded.
“But he’s so little.” you mumbled, taking a step forward and falling into Sonny’s chest and as you did his arm wrapped around your waist.
“He’ll always be little to us.” Sonny whispered to you comfortingly.
“But he’s so cute.” you continued.
“He’ll always be cute to us.” he countered.
“But his little face.” you mumbled once again into his chest this time.
“Y/N!” he sighed, cracking “Don’t do this to me!”
You pouted, stepping away only to grab hold of him and shaking him slightly. Attempting, to make him break completely. So you could both go tend to your crying son.
Dan wasn’t looking to bond with an alpha anytime soon. He wanted to go to university and make something of himself, not submit and be tied down with limitations. Unexpected changes can cause an omega’s point of view to become different though…Phan omegaverse!
Daniel James Howell wasn’t looking for an alpha.
It’s not that he completely detested the idea of a bond, but he had bigger priorities. If he was hooked up with a mate, then he would be tied down with limitations. Even in modern society it was still instinctual to listen to your alpha if you were an omega, which Dan unfortunately was.
“Sam Winchester X reader where they’re childhood bffs but dean makes them go on a hunt as a married couple?”
Warnings: Violence, fluff
Note: I have only watched seasons 1 & 2 and a bit of season 3 so I’m basing this one shot off what I have seen so far
“What do you guys want?” You asked glancing between the two brothers.
“Cheeseburger with the lot, extra fries to.” Dean ordered as he typed away on Sam’s computer. You folded your arms across your front as you jutted out your right hip, tapping your foot impatiently. You cleared your throat when Dean didn’t catch on. His eyes darted from the laptop to see you staring at him intently with your brows raised.
“Please.” He added, rolling his eyes. “That’s better.” You smiled before turning to Sam who was seated opposite Dean. “What about you Sammy?” You asked kindly. “I’ll just get a salad please *yn*.” He smiled politely.
“No problem. Your brother could definitely learn a thing or two from you when it comes to manners.” You spoke sweetly before glancing over at Dean.
“Funny.” Dean grumbled sending you a mocking smile. “I’ll be back in a sec.” You laughed, poking your tongue out at Dean cheekily before heading towards the counter to order.
As you walked away Sam craned his neck to watch you make your way to the counter. His eyes lingered on you for a length of time that surpassed the appropriate time someone would spend looking at their best friend.