i just realized how late at night i always post my art oh well

anonymous asked:

RFA + V & Saeran's reaction to like an MC with a compulsive shopping problem like "MC when will we ever need fifteen scrub daddies?" Kinda thing. Because lemme tell you late night infomercials will get to you eventually.

this sure is a blast to the past.


  • Questions you? This boy enables you.
  • By month two of living together you own a menagerie of snuggies, an armada of specialized shower slippers, and a single Obama chia pet that lives on the kitchen counter.
  • He wanders in at the middle of the night to you sprawled out on the couch, watching the infomercials flicker in a daze, and he sits down in a stupor near you to sip his coffee and watch what’s occurring on the screen.
  • “Flex-tape,” he says to himself softly. “We could fix anything with that.”
  • “Yeah,” you say.
  • “Like the bumper of our car. And that leaky bucket. And the chair that keeps falling apart!”
  • “Yeah,” you say again, pulling out your phone.
  • Seven thinks this is hilarious. Zen tries to stage an intervention. Jumin is endlessly entertained by this silly commoner practice, and ends up taking one of your Forever Comfy Cushions for his own purposes.


  • “What are you buying,” Zen says, accusation permeating every inch of his flat voice. Nothing! you insist, but he doesn’t believe you.
  • He never believes you.
  • Zen loves you and thinks the sun itself shines in your eyes, but he also knows that you have a problem and knows that you do not need another specialty home improvement product.
  • “But these are cool!” You insist. “And useful! They’re feet for your chair and they keep your floors from getting scratches and YOU CAN’T TELL ME OUR CHAIRS DON’T NEED SHOES, ZEN. THEY’RE NAKED.”
  • zen doesn’t understand. he’s lived a life of complete asceticism, often not even having the bare necessities of life. and here you are, filling his home with useless junk.
  • like really.
  • why do you need magnifying lens glasses.
  • you don’t.
  • y o u d o n ‘ t.


  • god save this poor woman it’s like dating jumin if jumin had some weird discount shopping fetish.
  • The word “sale” just gets you going like no other, and more than once have you shaken Jaehee awake saying that oh my god there’s this cooking product on tv and it looks so useful i could use it to make you perfect roasted apples AND over easy eggs and if we order now WE GET TWO
  • “go to sleep, MC,” jaehee says like a prayer, but she knows that god isn’t listening.
  • you’re going to order it.
  • you’re going to inflict this upon her.
  • …she is kind of grateful though when she realizes how damn handy your stupid Chop Wizard is for slicing onions. No more teary eyes. It’s like a miracle.


  • whenever you open your mouth, Jumin hears a great idea while everyone else hears utter insanity..
  • Of course you need five pairs of ant-resistant socks, MC! That sounds like a great idea. Get five for me, too.
  • Of course you need Hydro Mouse Liquid Lawn to promote healthy lawn growth, MC! It doesn’t matter that you don’t have a lawn, it sounds useful for the future.
  • Of course you need a Super Duper Ultra Hi-def HDMI cable, MC! That way we can watch cat videos on the TV in crystal clear quality. 
  • Of course we -
  • jaehee has to get a storehouse for the Weird Bullshit you acquire and she also wants to die.


  • He turns infomercial shopping with you into a party game, where you pick random things to buy, and when they arrive, the pair of you try to find the most improbable uses for them ever.
  • Your house turns into this weird, Post-Apocalyptic style wreck where everything is crafted from jury-rigged infomercial products, and Seven is just Loving Life.
  • You have cabinets made out of multicolored duck tape and egg beaters, which you used your 5 Second Welding Wand to create. 
  • Your walls are made out of magic mesh, which you panted with your Specialty Paint Spray Applicator
  • Seven turns the set of miracle knives you bought into a makeshift home security system.
  • The 124-pack of magic, color changing markers was the best purchase of your collective lives, and you color in your ramshackle home, content with no one wanting to visit you ever.


  • V cannot say no to you, which is unfortunate, because someone really needs to say no to you.
  • Egg powder! Super choppers! Hey V, do we need a callous remover? S-sure, he stutters, and you buy that too.
  • You own five different kinds of furniture powder, eighty-one types of cleaning supplies, a drawer full of compression socks, and a case of Furniture Fixes to Lift Your Sagging Cushions™
  • Your house is somehow both pristine and also filled with junk. RIP V’s artsy minimalist lifestyle.
  • …Some of the products actually end up being pretty helpful for helping him deal with his blindness, though, so he’s thankful for that, at least.


  • like seriously, you come home and you’ve got another box of weird gimmicky art supplies like air-blowing magic markers and color-shifting crayons. 
  • You have a jolly old time using them to decorate the new apple-slicer Saeran bought.
  • He gets a “make-your-own-crayon” kit and, well, that’s your Tuesday!
  • He tries to buy you presents, too, like new pots, pans, and a third pressure cooker, and you’re always so happy!
  • Finally, someone who gets it!
  • Finally, someone who understands!
  • You have a tool for every situation! Who cares if your house is going to burst?
  • …Eventually, Vanderwood convinces you to give some of the excess to charity, because this is ridiculous.


  • “Can I - “
  • “No.”
  • "But it would be so - “
  • NO.”
  • “It’s so cheap though –”
  • N O,” Vanderwood declares like a Roman judge, then turns off the television. They are not allowing this. They are not playing this game. They are not –
  • Wait.
  • Was that a shower scrubber?
  • Shit, let’s get ten.
"I Have To Study” - a short story

I wanna dedicate this to my good friend, Melissa, who tried to convince me that the man in this story was gay. Turns out, it’s much worse. Love you.

About eight or nine months ago, I was riding on the train, on my way to my boyfriend’s house from work. Sitting across from me is one of the finest men I’ve ever seen IN PERSON. No exaggeration. He’s Mexican, clean-cut, well-dressed. Really pretty brown skin, dark hair kinda like that poofy up-do Bruno Mars used to have. Bushy brows, the way I like! He was wearing this tan trench coat and a serious ass expression on his face, and his hands were in his pockets. Basically looked like he didn’t wanna be bothered. It was sexy though lol. But obviously, I’m just looking because I’m happily taken at this point. 

The next day, when I head to lunch at work, I see the same guy in the cafeteria at my job. I was like what the fuck… is he following me? Lmao. He looked up when I came in but then ignored me completely. I stared at him the entire time until he got up and left, he was just too fine yall. I wish I could post pictures lmao. The next day, I saw him yet again and he was with a group of trainees. So finally it made sense why I saw him on the train and at my job. He was about to start working there *insert Birdman hand rub*. Lol even when I have a man, I can appreciate some eye candy around the workplace even if I have no intentions of trying anything. He worked in the department right next to mine and they were always over in our section so I got to look at him every day. I wasn’t the only one admiring either lol, even an older lady I know said every time he walked past her, she just

So anyway, fast forward to September 14, 2017.

Here’s the scene. It’s my 25th birthday. I’m at work looking cute as fuck. I’m single and tryna mingle. So I decide to go ahead and take a chance and shoot my shot at him. Umm.. we just gone call him Javi because I don’t wanna use his real name. 

So I been noticing lately that this guy I know in my department, we’ll call him Carter, has been hanging around Javi a lot lately. He stops at his desk every time he walks past and always goes to stand with him whenever we all do things as a group. One of my work friends who had an inckling that Carter was gay thought that something might be going on between them. I mean, anything is possible, but I wasn’t gonna assume that just based off of her thoughts. I mean, she thought her own boyfriend was gay when she first met him because he had a lisp. And her only reasoning for thinking Carter was gay was that he takes his shoes off sometimes when he’s sitting at his desk. 

Anyway, I approach Carter and bring up his friendship with Javi and ask how old he is? It turns out he’s way too young for my taste when it comes to dating, and I just say nevermind and walk away. But now Carter’s all in my business trying to find out why I’m curious and saying “I could get his number for you, I got you”. I decline, but of course when he comes back from his break, he has a sticky note with Javi’s name and number on it and hands it to me. Didn’t even tell the guy who I was, just that someone was interested in him. I had no intentions of using it at first cause I thought the shit was kinda creepy, butttttt he did know about it and gave his number up willingly. And in all honesty, I’d still hit even though I wouldn’t seriously date him. So what the hell, right?

So I text him that night and give him my name and he immediately knows who I am, even though we’ve never spoken before. He asked me what was on my mind and I told him straight up that I was really physically attracted to him and I wanted to know if we could be friends, who have sex sometimes lmao. He said we could talk. I’m like…..talk? And he said yeah, how else would anything start. So I’m thinking okay okay, so he’s fucking with it. He wants to make something happen. He said he saw my art that I’d presented at our work talent show that night and he asked to see more of it. And he’s clearly trying to keep the convo going so he must be interested. 

After a while though, I notice that he texts as if he’s writing poetry or bible verses or some shit. Like everything sound deep as fuck. And when I bring it up, he says the bible is his favorite book. I think back to all the times I saw him reading alone at lunch and realize oh..it was the bible. That’s cool or whatever. Then he sends me an actual bible verse. So I’m like “Okay so you’re very religious? Does this mean casual sex is out of the question? Or sex, period? I guess?” And he says “It hurts to say it, but yes. I would prefer to not induldge in that.”


At this point, I’m thinking there’s no way my sex life could get any worse. There’s nothing that can happen that hasn’t already happened. And then I run into a nigga who’s saving himself for marriage. The one I been lusting after for eight months now. If yall know me at all, you know I wasn’t about to just completely give up after that. I was willing to settle for fucking MAKING OUT AND DRY HUMPING if I had to. I could always get intercourse from someone else lol. So I ask about kissing. He says “Haha I can give you a holy kiss, as saying hello”. I’m like no tongue???? What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck wouldn’t he tell me all this in the beginning when I first told him that I wanted to fuck? His response to that was that we wouldn’t be talking now if he had. 

So I just go ahead and let him know we can be cool and everything, but we’re just completely incompatible. I’m still in my hoe phase right now, I’m not trying to do anything but fuck and be friends. And he can’t give me the one thing I want most. Even if I didn’t just want sex, we wouldn’t work in a committed relationship either. I’m like the opposite of what a Christian man should be going after. And that’s coming from one wholesome motherfucker. We text more that night, pretty much just me asking him questions about his religion because I don’t know how all that works. I know Christian people, but obviously not any who takes it as seriously as he does. 

This nigga don’t listen to secular music, watch TV, or do anything for fun really (his words). He just goes to bible study every day, gets haircuts, eat, study, and talk. That’s what he listed as his favorite things to do. And since he’s constantly studying for church in his downtime, he pretty much never hangs out with anybody. He has friends at work but says they don’t hang out because they have different mindsets. He did mention that if I needed physical affection, he could give me a massage. That’s how he shows physical affection. It’s better than intercourse, according to him. But idek how to feel at this point, I was taking in too much information at once lmao. And every time I learned something new, I would think “He can’t be serious” “Am I being punk’d” “This nigga is not fr”. But he told me he wanted to help me with my Spanish, so I figured at least I had that. I really needed someone fluent to practice speaking it with. 

So the whole next week at work, whenever we walk past each other, he can’t help but smile at me and his smile is so pretty that I can’t help but smile back. It was lowkey pissing me off cause it wasn’t fair how fine he is and I can’t even put my hands on him!!!!! I’m sure we looked goofy as hell to everyone around us, steady smirking at each other like we was in on some inside joke nobody else knew about. We ate lunch together once. And we’d text each other in Spanish. He texted me every single day to say good morning and we’d have long convos after work til almost 3am. I found out he’s been looking at me just as long as I’ve been looking at him! He said he notices everything about me… when I change my hair, how I always sit at a desk in the back facing the wall, how I’m always so into my music at work. I never even knew he saw me at all before this. And naturally, all this shit is starting to make me feel mushy and I really did enjoy talking to him, even though I thought he was weird as fuck at first. 

And come to find out, he’s only been living his life this way for the past eight months (yeah, that’s right, eight months) when he really got into the bible more. I’m over here thinking he’s a complete virgin, but he’s had four girlfriends and has had sex before and been intimate in all the ways I WANTED to be intimate with him. Just not the past eight months. And if I allowed him to MASSAGE me, I’d be the first woman he ever did it to. I’m thinking okay… so if he’s never done it before, he has no idea how he’s gonna react to it when it’s actually happening. He’d told me before that he gets nothing out of sex beside some white creamy texture that comes out of him and makes him feel tingly, then he cleans himself and it’s over. Basically said he’d only have sex again to have the little girl he wants. He made it seem like he was really disgusted by it. And you know all my friends were like

They felt like he was into men and just hiding behind his religion. I didn’t know WHAT the fuck was going on. I  just knew he seemed to genuinely be into me and that was unfortunate because I was never gonna get to do him lol. I ain’t gone lie, after he said that shit I thought he might be gay too, but after being around each other more, I started defending him against my friends. Like shit… he just dedicated as fuck to his religion. I personally don’t understand it and wouldn’t wanna live that way, but he says he’s been tremendously happier in the past eight months and your happiness is the only thing that matters when it comes to how you live your life, nobody else’s. So I wasn’t about to try to corrupt him. But yall… he kept bringing up the massages. And Thursday night, the convo almost seemed…. sexual?

He said we can hang out any day as long as it doesn’t interfere with his work and that he was in need of a “rubbing”. He said he wanted us to “exchange rubbings” (LMAO) and that he wanted to give me that physical affection. Then he said it would be in his room or mine. Which threw me off…. cause I’m like ummm… he can massage a woman who’s not his wife alone in his bedroom? Idk, based on the other shit he told me, it didn’t seem like that would be appropriate? But shit, he knows better than me, so if he said it was cool it must be. And when I told him that he makes me blush a lot, he said “Without a touch? What will happen then?” and that I’d be overwhelmed…. and that shit made me think. Is this why tantric sex works so well???? LMAO. (I’ve always been interested in that, btw). 

But moving on. It’s Friday.

I notice he’s not at work that day. I was kinda sad about it cause I looked good as fuck, but whatever lol. When we text that night after I get home at midnight, he says he wants to hear me speak Spanish out loud and tells me to come over.

I’m like NOW??? After midnight??? He said he wanted me to come take a nap with him until he had to wake up at 4am to study for church, then he’d drive me home at 7 when he had to leave the house. Dude. So not only do you want me, a woman you’re not married to, to come over AFTER MIDNIGHT, but you wanna share a bed with me??? Solo???? En tu dormitorio?????!!! lmaooo. Nigga, I was stuffing White Castle in my face at the time, but I bagged that shit up real quick, fast, and in a hurry, took a good shit right quick, and got ready to go LMAOOOO. My friend was texting me saying I needed to gone head and let him put the tip in lol. But I’m like no…. I’m not gonna use this opportunity to try to pressure him. I respect his decision to not have sex til marriage and I enjoyed talking to him every day and didn’t wanna mess that up. Shit, I’m capable of laying next to a man I want and not jump his bones. I actually like when shit moves slow like that, the buildup makes everything better (when sex is actually the end goal). 

So I get all cute. He texts me when he’s outside. He smelling and looking good as fuck, as usual. And this time, he’s way more silly and normal than he is at work, and definitely more normal than he is through text. He was joking around with me the whole time, talking about how he had five aunts sleeping in bunk beds in his basement and I had to say hi to everybody when I got there lmaoo. And he was really laid back and cool as hell. Which just made me like him more. He teased me about turning the air on because I’m always cold. I was like “How would you know I’m always cold?” and he said “I already told you, I notice everything about you.” And I figured he must see me at work walking with my arms crossed trying to stay warm. *sigh*. 

When we get there, his room is fucking spotless as fuck. I was silently thanking God, ya’ll know I hate a man who lives dirty and Javi is only the second guy I’ve met who actually keeps his shit clean. I just sat down on the bed and he went and got us both some water, then he turned Netflix on this hugeeee fucking wide screen tv that was mounted on the wall. He had to go find the wifi password and shit cause he doesn’t actually use it because he doesn’t watch TV?? Idk why he has the biggest TV on earth in front of his bed then?? But whatever.

He had a nice BIG comfortable bed too, and he laid down sideways on my legs while I laid with my head against the headboard and we turned on The Office. Everything was going so chill…. we were laughing, talking, enjoying each other…. he touches my hands, asking me to rub his back and shit… ummhmmm… then he started to say something but stopped himself. And started mumbling. I’m like spit it out! He said he couldn’t if he wanted this space to stay holy and pure, and he knew what he was tryna say but it was about what was right and what was wrong. I said that’s fine, I’m not gonna try to persuade you to do anything you don’t wanna do. A little while later he was asking if I ever thought I would be there (I’m guessing with him, in his bed) and I said nope… it escalated quickly. And he agreed and said “a lot more could happen right now if we wanted it to…… but I can’t”. And once again I said I wasn’t gonna pressure him and didn’t wanna corrupt him. 

His dick was hard, I could tell cause he had these skinny ass jeans on before he laid down. And he took a pillow and said he was gonna sleep with it between his legs, tryna hide it and shit. He was telling me not to sleep on my side cause then he would have to come behind me. He took his shirt off. He said some more shit about where things could go at any moment and I asked him why he keeps talking about it if he doesn’t want it to happen?? Just going on and on and on. You wanna fuck or nah?? I would been down either way, but I needed him to make up his damn mind lmaobs. Then suddenly, this nigga jumps out of bed quick as fuck, turns the light on, starts putting a shirt on and I’m like what are you doing…. and he says he’s gonna take me home. WTF.

He was mumbling a bunch of shit….all I caught was “I guess this is my way of apologizing” but I didn’t care about what he was saying. I was just like whatever… put my shoes on and grabbed my bag. He was obviously confused about what he wanted. I knew this shit would happen. I don’t even know why I went. He was way too confident in his abilities to avoid temptation and talking about how only people with no equanimity allowed themselves to be tempted. So while we in the car, the convo went like this:

Me: Are you taking me home because you’re scared you might try something? 

Him: Why would I be scared, if I wanted to try something I would have done it 

Me: Then why are you taking me home?

Him: I have to study

Me: Okay but you were gonna study and take me home at 7am so what’s the problem?”

Him: I have to study

And that’s when I got mad and let him talk to himself for the rest of the ride home. I couldn’t believe this shit. I was gone for only two hours. I decided I was gonna leave him alone because he obviously needs to get his thoughts together on what he wants to do. It was all on him…. HE asked me to come over, HE asked me to share a bed with him, HE was the one all over me in bed and saying suggestive things, I was just going with the flow. Yeah, he was looking good as fuck and he thick as hell and his ass was looking extra grippable, but I didn’t try anything, didn’t even flirt. I was being respectful as fuck. I wasn’t gonna be the one he blamed for making him stray away from God or whatever the fuck lmao. So that has been my week. It’s the afternoon the next day now and I woke up thinking about this shit because his scent is still on me  *eyeroll*


College!Shawn - Sleepover (Drunken Visit Part II)

Title: Sleepover (Drunken Visit Part II) 

(Part I) (More College!Shawn)

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader 

WARNINGS: Mild swearing


Is a Drunken visit part 2 possible ????? Like omg so much feels

Are you gonna post more College!Shawn? Maybe this time not platonic?

A/N: Forever a hoe for College!Shawn lmao



You scroll further down the Netflix suggestions. How is it that they have literally every show and movie and yet you have absolutely nothing for to watch? Ridiculous.

A gentle knock on your dorm room door makes you look up from the fluorescent screen.

“Who is it?” you call out, just to be sure.

“Mendes.” You hear Shawn’s familiar voice reply softly, probably to make sure your dorm mates couldn’t hear him.

You shut your laptop close before opening your door.

“Back so soon?” you raise an eyebrow, hand on your hip as you widen the door enough for his large frame to walk through. Your eyes drink in the sight of him in his grey sweatpants and white tee, a nice change from his usual black skinny jeans and flouncy button ups.

“This time completely sober. Promise.” Shawn gives you a small grin as a greeting.

“I’m surprised you remembered how to get here, considering how drunk you were the last time.” You fake an impressed face as you took a seat back on your bed.

“Hey, having fun is not a crime.” Shawn smirks easily. “Plus, I was sober enough to remember where you put your spare dorm key.”

“Yeah, fortunately you got out quick enough before my dorm mates woke up.” You rolled your eyes. “Would’ve given (Y/F/N) a heart attack.”

He lets out a little laugh, imagining your friend’s reaction if she found his large frame sprawled on the couch in the morning. Would probably spit out her organic juice from the shock.

“Why are you here, anyways?” you ask, realizing that Shawn was still standing in the middle of the room. He’s always so easygoing and comfortable that you hadn’t noticed the awkward position he was in.

“Why? Not excited to see me?” he fake pouts.

You glare at him playfully in reply.

He gestures to the little chair crammed into your small dorm room and gives you a questioning look, asking for your permission to sit. You nod.

“Anyway,” he starts, plopping down on the uncomfortable chair. His large frame drapes over the seemingly miniature furniture, your throw pillow (that he sat on in his sleep the last time he was there) tucked beneath his muscular arms. “My roommate’s got her girlfriend over. So,”

“Ugh.” You grimace.

Shawn has told you stories about his roommate before, usually when the two of you walk back from the library after your tutoring sessions. According to Shawn, he has the whole ‘tortured artist’ vibe, and he has been a piano protégé since he was twelve. Shawn likes him enough, but apparently chicks really digged piano players—digged them a little too much.

“Yeah,” Shawn gives you a look that says I know right. “Thought it’d be a good idea to find a place to stay for the night.”

“So you’re dorm hopping?” you quirk an eyebrow, lips pursing in amusement. You’d tease him playfully about it, the same way you do about everything. But you know Shawn, and how much everyone loves him. Anyone would gladly give up their couch or bed for him, if he asked. Not that he ever would. He was a gentleman at heart and too polite in nature, despite his playful demeanor. You don’t care, though—about him ending up in someone else’s dorm. Shawn could stay at whomever’s he pleased, it had nothing to do with you.

“Don’t think I have much of a choice, unless I want to listen to him getting it on with his girlfriend.” Shawn shivers in disgust.

“Gross.” You shake your head. “Spare me the grueling details.”

“At least he’s not lonely.” Shawn shrugs. “Don’t think I could stand it if the guy started playing depressing solos on the keyboard in our dorm.”

“Knock on wood, Mendes. What if they break up?” you raise an eyebrow playfully.

“Oh my God,” Shawn sighs exaggeratedly. He extends his arm to rapidly knock his knuckles on your wooden table. You pretend not to notice the outlines of his biceps under his worn T-shirt. “No. Please. Anything but heartbreak ballads.”

You laugh a little. Then, “Well, you can stay here.” comes out of your mouth before you can even stop yourself. You clear your throat. To seem less desperate, you add, “If you want to, of course.”

“Wha—“ Shawn looks taken aback. For a second, you’re worried that you sound too eager. Then, you wonder if your snark has lead him to believe that you’re incapable of kind gestures. “That’s not what I came here for, (Y/L/N).”

Your stomach flutters at the implication; that he came to your dorm room just to spend time with you. He wanted to hang out with someone and you were his choice.

Of course he couldn’t have just texted or called you like a normal 21st century person. Come to think of it, you don’t think you’ve ever called or texted Shawn—except for that one time when you were running late for one of your tutoring sessions (his fault, not yours, he demanded muffins and the line was extra long at the café). The boy even emails you when you two hadn’t run in to each other enough for him to ask about your History of The Arts 1 exams and essays. Starts them with ‘Dear (Y/L/N),’ and everything (he ends them with ‘Lukewarmest regards, your incredibly attractive somewhat-friend, Mendes’).

“Plus, you’ve got dorm mates.” Shawn snaps you out of your thoughts. “I don’t think they would appreciate it if they found an intruder asleep on their couch in the morning. Again.”

“Then sleep on my bed.” You shrug. Partially to hide the warmth breaking out on your cheeks and the stammer of your heart. “I’ll take the couch.”

“I can’t let you do that, (Y/N).” he looks at you through hooded eyes. The use of your first name doesn’t get pass you.

You tuck the image into your memory, because it seems like it would be the infatuated look he’d give if he were to pull you closer and whisper loving words after you’ve just said something endearing. You feel like a thief for claiming the image as your own, causing your cheeks to become warmer.

“Sure you can, Mendes.” you shrug again, praying that it will be enough to feign nonchalance (and to fight off the oncoming blush). “I’m (Y/N) your fair knight, remember?” you quote his drunken words he emitted the last time he slept over.

“Shut up, (Y/L/N).” Shawn looks up at you through his dark lashes. His eyes are warning but he’s suppressing a shy smile. You can tell. His thicker lower lip is a little twisted.

“No, but for real.” You say, getting up to gather your favorite pillow and the spare blanket. “Take the bed.”

“No—what?” Shawn is up in seconds, the throw pillow somehow neatly sitting back in its place again. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not being ridiculous.” You argue, but a little laugh escapes. “Seriously. It’s okay.”

“Uh, no. It’s not okay.” Shawn shakes his head profusely. He’s smiling but he’s dead serious as he wedges himself between you and your door. His large figure is towering over yours and sleepy heat is radiating off of his body. “If you really want me to stay here then I’ll take the couch.”

“No, you already got the couch last time. Plus, I don’t really want you to stay here. But I know you need to.” You’re smiling too, but a crease is starting to form between your eyebrows.

(Y/L/N).” his large hands swiftly enclose themselves around your wrists and you almost drop the pillow and blanket from the sudden touch.

Mendes.” You look up at him defiantly, trying your hardest to ignore the proximity between your bodies.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” He chuckles. He’s half grinning that signature Mendes half-grin. He knows it’s charming, knows he’s charming. But it doesn’t work on you—at least not completely.

“Well I don’t care.” You fake a sweet smile for him. “It’s my dorm. So, unless you’re gonna find somewhere else to crash, you’ll sleep on my bed. It’s only fair.”

He hesitates, and for a second you think he might walk away. Might walk out of your door and call up one of his many friends like a normal 21st century person. You try not to think about the thought hurting your feelings. Why would it matter where Shawn crashes for the night? (And if he calls his other friends on the phone?).

“Fine.” He sighs. His eyes are still hesitant, still searching yours for any sign of defeat or regret. There is none, of course. “But only because you’re so pushy.”

“Wise choice, Mendes.” Your smile widens as you re-gather your sleeping gear for the night. “Goodnight!” you stage whisper in a singsong voice.

“Goodnight.” Shawn smiles at you fondly. It’s the one he gives you on the rare occasions when you team up and insult someone else instead of each other, or when you bring his favorite muffins to your tutoring sessions.

You walk out the room and start setting up the couch. Unlike Shawn during his last visit, you had the pillow at the edge of the couch. You smile a little at the memory as you laid the blanket.

“(Y/L/N)?” you hear Shawn call out from your room, stage whispering to ensure that your dorm mates won’t be disturbed

“Hmm?” you turn from your couch.

“Thank you.” He says and you can tell he’s being genuine because he’s not smiling.

“You’re welcome, Shawn.” So he knows you’re serious, too.

Shawn gives you one last smile before disappearing behind the doorframe. He doesn’t close the door, as if a teenager who needed parental surveillance at all times. You hear the blankets rustle softly in your room, and you crawl under the blanket on the couch yourself.

You think you hear Shawn wishing you sweet dreams but your eyes fall shut before you can reply.


Beep! Beep!

You groaned, recognizing the sound of your alarm blaring through your room. You stirred, attempting to grab your phone charging next to your bed but something heavy is weighing your hand down.

Your brows crease as you groggily try to open your eyes. “What—“

“Jesus.” You hear a sleepy voice mumble.

Your eyes open just in time to see Shawn’s confused state as he abruptly awakes from his slumber. Then his free arm is shuffling, and your alarm stops ringing. You realize that you’re now back in your bed, under the blanket you fell asleep in last night.

“Oh, shit.” Shawn mutters, eyes wide as he realizes where he is.

You take in the sight of his mess of curls and twisted body on the floor next to your bed, covered in your spare blanket. You didn’t even realize he’d been holding your hand until he snatches it back to furiously rub at his eyes in an attempt to wake up. You almost whine at the loss of touch and comforting heat.

“Were you sleeping on the floor?” you ask hoarsely, arms propped up on the bed. You hoped he’d take the blush on your cheeks as a post-sleep-flush.

“I think I was.”

You watch him stretch his body, back cracking and legs stretching out. You avert your eyes once he starts stretching his arms that had been folded on the bed next to you for who knows how long.

“’M sorry,” he chuckles, faintly shaking his head at his own antics. “I carried you back to bed last night so I could sleep on the couch. Guess I didn’t make it back in time.”

“It’s okay,” you shrug, pretending to be unbothered by the faint memory of his hand wrapped around yours. And the fact that he carried you back to bed in your sleep to ensure that you’d get a good enough rest.

“Thanks for letting me sleep over, (Y/L/N).” he’s back to his grinning self now—up and ready to go. You wonder how he can be completely relaxed and indifferent in such a situation, like this isn’t the first time you’ve held hands or seen each other right after waking up. Or, you know, slept next to each other. Maybe not in the same bed, but still.

Were you over-analyzing this? Probably. Most likely. 

“You’re welcome.” You answer as casually as him. He’s still grinning but doesn’t say anything. You realize that he’s waiting for a witty comment. But you’re so caught up in his crumpled cotton shirt riding up his torso that you end up silent for a little too long. “Uh, d-do you want breakfast before you go, or something?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, a little amused. “I’ve definitely stayed my welcome.”

“It’s just bread and tea, not a gourmet dinner.” You roll your eyes, confidence slowly returning as you kick your blanket off so you could get up.

You hear him hum as you open the door, and you know you’ve got him. You gesture at him to follow you out of your room and he does, just as you thought he would.

“I’ll stay for the tea.” He announces as he plops himself on one of your small plastic dining chairs.

“And the peanut butter and jelly?” you raise an eyebrow, a smile playing on your lips as you gather the jars and bread.

“You spoil me, (Y/L/N).” he grins up at you, leaning back on the too-small chair.

You look down at the slice of bread you were spreading jam over, letting your hair fall over your face to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Locked In - Wonwoo

Originally posted by bokdeongeori

genre: fluff, comedy, neighbor au
summary: you’re locked out of your apartment and you meet the hot new neighbor who turns out to be the worst
a/n: i love him

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself. “Shit, shit, shit, SHIT ~”

Today, it rained. When it rains, it pours, and when it pours, of course you forgot your umbrella. The entire day, you used one of your notebooks to cover your head, and it definitely did not help one bit. It was now seven in the evening and you stood outside of your apartment door soaked from head to toe, only to realize you left your keys inside. Your phone was at 7%.

You sighed loudly, pressing your forehead to your door as you called your landlord.

“Hello? Hi, I, uh, got locked out of my apartment… Yes, this is _____… Yes, again… Three hours!? O-Ok, I’ll be here. Thank you.”

“Got locked out, too?”

You turned see another person slumped on the floor right next to your apartment. Unlike you, he was in dry, comfy pajamas with a box of pizza and a two liter soda next to him.

Your stomach growled loudly.

“Yeah. I’d rather be you locked out, though. At least you’re dry. With food.”

“Care to join me?” he smiled, offering you a slice.

Cute boy and a pizza? How could you refuse?

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Accidental Confessions

A/N: hi hey hello friends, so back in december of 2015 (which is good context for some of the stuff that happens in the story) i wrote a thing that i was too afraid to post, but some pals in the qlcpgc convinced me to post it anyways!! i hope you all like it ahhhhh (also this was read over a few times very briefly so grammar and spelling mistakes def do exist soz) (ALSO this is formatted horribly on my desktop theme and i have no clue how to fix it so i would refrain from reading it there)

Word count: ~5k

Genre: fluff

Warnings: a vv small crisis, and an extremely brief mention of a panic attack

Summary: After a night out, Dan comes home a little tipsy and accidentally tells Phil he loves him as they are saying goodnight. 

When Dan entered the flat at one thirty in the morning, he dramatically dropped himself back against the door. He was exhausted - and slightly tipsy - from spending the day out trying to Christmas shop, and then making the probably not-so-smart decision of heading to a pub and having a beer. Or four. And a few shots of whiskey. It was nights like these when he was glad that he didn’t own a car to drive around London in. That would just be dangerous for everybody.

After a moment of gathering as much energy as possible, he tightened his grip on the bags full of his purchases and made his way up the seemingly too long flight of stairs, his vision blurring slightly from a mixture of being under the influence and generally unfit. There were lights still on throughout the flat which was odd, as Phil didn’t normally stay up this late. He could hear the TV on in the lounge as he walked past and assumed Phil was in there. “I’m home,” he called as he made his way down the hall to his room, and, oddly, Phil didn’t reply. Dan didn’t think much of it as he set the bags down on top of his bed, and made sure to hide Phil’s present discreetly underneath. He had spent entirely too long trying to pick out the perfect one before settling on a limited edition Buffy poster that was entirely too large and too expensive. He knew Phil would love it, though.

When he made his way into the lounge, Phil was, unsurprisingly, dozed off on the couch, his laptop sitting open on his thighs. The Great British Bake Off played quietly on the television; most likely as background noise. Dan couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the way Phil looked- his black fringe a complete mess on his forehead, his mouth hanging slightly open, and one of his pant legs rolled up to his knee. His hands had even stayed in a perfect typing position on the keyboard of his sticker infested Macbook. It was always priceless, and quite nice, to see Phil look like that. He was completely vulnerable and himself, and, Dan’s drunk-ish mind added, kind of adorable.

As he knew that Phil disliked spending all night on the couch, Dan decided it would be best to wake him up and get him to go into his own bed. He grabbed the remote from where it lay on the couch by Phil’s feet and turned off their TV before walking over closer to his friend’s head and crouching down. He placed a hand on Phil’s shoulder and gently shook it. “Phil,” Dan whispered. “I’m back now.”

Phil’s slowly started to stir; eyes beginning to blink open. He jumped a little when he noticed Dan’s face only about a foot away from his. “You scared me,” he said, sitting up and reaching back for his glasses which were on the armrest behind his head. He placed them on his face clumsily and shut his laptop. “What time is it?” he asked.

“About two,” Dan answered, and Phil narrowed his eyes at him.

“You were out awfully late.” He leaned a bit closer to Dan’s face, and sniffed. Dan scrunched his eyebrows together and Phil narrowed his eyes even harder. “Have you been drinking?”

“Sorry, mum, and I only had a few beers,” he lied.

Phil just rolled his eyes and stood up, Dan following along. They walked out of the lounge together, Dan switching the light off and shutting the door behind them. The walk to their bedrooms seemed to take years, but Dan assumed it was his unclear state of mind. Or, maybe it was just Phil being so close to him- their arms practically touching as they walked side-by-side down the narrow hallway. Phil had managed to do weird things to Dan’s mind lately, whether alcohol was added into the mix or not.

When they reached their doors, they turned to face each other before each going into their respective rooms. Phil ran a hand through his fringe, ultimately messing it up more. Dan noticed that he had put his glasses on crooked as well, and it was obvious that he was struggling to keep his eyes open. God, he was beautiful. “Well, goodnight Daniel,” Phil said with a mock salute of two fingers.

“Goodnight, Phillip. I love you.”

He turned to walk into his room as Phil muttered back a quiet “I love you too” behind him. Dan shut his door and stripped off his coat - why hadn’t he taken that off earlier? - and his shirt. He went over to his dresser to pull out a pair of black sweat pants, peeling off his skinny jeans to replace them with the more comfortable option. Finally he turned off his light and climbed under his covers, immediately grabbing his laptop and opening up Tumblr to begin his late night browsing session. Partly because he wanted to indulge himself in the ridiculousness that was the phandom, and partly because he was tipsy, he clicked on the search bar and typed the word ‘phan’. Of course, the first picture to pop up was some fanart of him and Phil in an embrace and-

Wait a second.

Dan thought back to only two minutes ago when he said goodnight to Phil.

No fucking way.

“Oh my fuck…shit,” he muttered to himself. He told Phil that he loved him.

It wasn’t like they had never said it before- they did say it on occasion, but it was more in a joking manner. Like, when they were bantering and one of them said something to make fun of the other and then said something along the lines of “you know I love you” to assure the other they were just joking, or when they just generally said it out of friendliness. Never had they said it out of nowhere at two in the morning when one of them was still half-asleep and the other was a little drunk.

That just didn’t happen.

Dan’s mind began to race with a million explanations as to why that could have happened. The most obvious was that he had been drinking, and he was tired, and Phil just looked so adorable with his messy hair and his eyes droopy and his glasses on slightly crooked. There was also the fact that there had always been something more between them. Everyone knew that it was there. They both knew, their friends and family knew, hell, almost all of their fans knew. And other than their fans, no one had really bothered to ever bring it up. But, that more had always existed; it lingered between them for years.

Maybe his brain had just decided it was tired of only ever thinking of the more, and decided to do something about it when Dan himself wasn’t fully capable of thinking about it.

And, the most terrifying part: Phil had said it back. Dan didn’t know how he hadn’t notice it the second that it happened. If he was being honest, there were millions of moments throughout their friendship that he had to actually restrain himself from spitting out those three words, and millions more where he had fleeting hopes that Phil would just say it to him. The more he did think about it, the more he realized that it wasn’t just a slip of the tongue. He actually, genuinely, meant it. He loved Phil, and he had said it in the most Dan Howell way possible- out of nowhere at a really odd time without even realizing what he said.

Dan realized that throughout his entire inner monologue, he had been absentmindedly scrolling through the ‘phan’ tag (which was surprisingly calming him down and keeping him from having a full-blown panic attack) and admiring the art and the gifsets of he and Phil staring at eachother like lovesick puppies.

Maybe that’s just what they were.

What the hell was he going to say in the morning? He could picture it now- walking into the kitchen to see Phil making a bowl of Shreddies and sipping from a mug of coffee, making eye contact with him and immediately looking away and blushing, avoiding each other for hours until they had to make their next collab video. Shit. They were making another episode Sims 4 tomorrow. That would just be awkward as hell, especially since it required them sitting super close and hovering over the same computer screen.

Maybe, Dan hoped, Phil wouldn’t remember. He was half-asleep when it happened…So, if Dan just ignored it and acted like nothing was wrong, then maybe everything would be fine. Everything would go back to normal and Dan would stop feeling like he was on the verge of a panic attack. His stomach was currently twisting itself into knots, and his brain was going a million miles an hour. But, he couldn’t be bothered by it now. He couldn’t just waltz into Phil’s room while he was probably sleeping, wake him up, and tell him he hadn’t meant what he said; that it was in accident. Because it really wasn’t.

Right. Okay. Just deal with it in the morning, Dan thought. He was too distracted to continue his browsing, which he had barely done for ten minutes. Closing his laptop and setting it on his nightstand, he pulled the covers up over his bare torso and settled himself into a comfortable position. He closed his eyes, falling asleep in about ten minutes with the thought of Phil in his head.

Dan woke up at the much too early hour of nine a.m. with only a slight headache. He blinked his eyes against the pale sunlight struggling to shine through his curtains, giving the entire room a gloomy, gray hue. He grabbed his phone to check for any messages or missed calls, and was surprised to see an unread text from Phil. It wasn’t like after seeing it, last night’s events just came flooding back; no, he hadn’t for even a second forgotten what had happened. He unlocked his phone and clicked on the messaging app, selecting he and Phil’s message thread where there was a little blue dot hovering next to Phil’s name indicating a new text. In the gray bubble, it read:

Morning, Dan. I noticed that we were out of coffee so I went to the shop to buy some more. I know what you’re thinking- why is Phil awake and out and about this early? Dan quickly glanced at the time that Phil sent the message- 8:13 AM. And Phil was right, he was curious to know why he was out that early. Well, I couldn’t really get to sleep last night…you know? Maybe you don’t know. Hell, I don’t even really know. Okay, I should probably stop rambling now. I’ll see you soon xx

Dan dropped his phone in his lap at the sight of those two little x’s. Were they meant to be just friendly or…the opposite of just friendly? His now sobered up, and slightly aching, head didn’t really want to take the time to dwell on it that much. He had barely fended off a crisis the night before- there was really no way that he thought he would be able to stop it now. Taking a few deep breaths, Dan slid himself off of his bed, his feet hitting the floor with a soft thump. He didn’t even bother to put a shirt on before he walked out into the hallway and to the kitchen.

Dan opened up the cabinet of mugs, and moved some around so that he could reach for the box of Frosted Flakes that he had hidden in the back to keep Phil from secretly eating them. He liked to pretend he was annoyed when Phil did that, but his guilty face was so cute he couldn’t let himself be bothered by it too much. Dammit, Dan, he thought to himself, you can’t think about him like that. Especially not after last night. Who was he kidding, though? There was no denying that Phil was attractive. Just as there was no denying that Dan was definitely in love with him.

God, it had been an eventful few hours.

He grabbed a bowl from the upper shelf of the cabinet and the milk from the fridge to make himself his bowl of cereal. Grabbing a spoon, he leaned back against the counter and took a bite. After a few minutes of eating with only his thoughts to keep him company (and they were honestly really shitty company), he could hear the front door to the flat opening and shutting. Dan’s heartbeat immediately picked up, and he set down his bowl of cereal on the counter behind him. The realization that he was going to have to face Phil for the first time since his accidental confession, while he was still topless, nonetheless, completely got rid of his appetite. The sound of plastic bags rustling and feet padding on the carpet down the hall and towards the kitchen did absolutely nothing to calm his nerves.

What if Phil walked in and completely avoided him? As much as Dan didn’t want to address the elephant in the room, total rejection would probably kill him. Then again, it might hurt if Phil didn’t avoid him, but acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It wouldn’t be fair. Dan was the one who was supposed to act like nothing had happened.

He tensed up as he saw Phil behind the glass of the kitchen door. Phil looked at Dan as he opened it, giving him a shy smile. Dan attempted to return the sentiment, but couldn’t help but think he probably looked like he was on the verge of tears as he did so. That’s how he felt, after all.

“Hello,” Phil greeted as he set the bags down on the counter. His cheeks and nose were red from being out in the winter air, and he was still wearing his infamous space coat.

“Hi,” Dan replied quietly.

“You okay?” Phil began to empty out the bags of food as he looked at his friend with a concerned expression. How could he not know the answer to that question? Maybe he was trying to avoid the subject. Dan felt his stomach drop, and he wondered if Phil could see the goosebumps forming on his arms. He really should have put on a shirt earlier.

No, he thought, but he couldn’t tell Phil that now. That would involve him worrying even more, which was the exact opposite of what Dan wanted him to do. So, instead, he settled with a simple, “Yeah I’m good.”
Phil looked a bit skeptical, but he nodded along anyways. “Good. Are you ready to film more of Dil today?”

“Mhm,” Dan squeaked out and pushed himself off of the counter to put his bowl in the sink. “I’m gonna go get changed.” He headed out of the kitchen with an awkward pat on Phil’s shoulder, in an attempt to seem just like friendly old Dan. He really didn’t think it worked, though. His room was pretty chilly when he entered, so he immediately went for the Dan and Phil Hair Sweater, and slipping it on. It probably wasn’t the best choice considering the circumstances, but it was just so damn warm. He changed out of his sweatpants and grabbed the same pair of black skinny jeans that he had worn the day before, jumping up and down to try and get them up all the way. He decided against wearing a belt, as it never helped anyways.

Dan wondered briefly if he should go back into the kitchen and talk to Phil, or if he should just lock himself in his room until it was time to film the Sims 4 video. The thought of being in a close proximity with Phil before he had to seemed like a bad idea, but if they were going to act like they didn’t just say they loved each other in the most random and unromantic way possible, then he knew he needed to play along. Dan was a good actor; he could do this. Hesitantly he went back to the kitchen where Phil was now pouring coffee into the rubix cube mug. He stood in the doorway for a moment before gaining the willpower to step inside. “Hey, um,” he began, leaning against the refrigerator door and trying to act as natural as possible, “what time did you want to start filming?”

Phil set the pot down and took a sip from his mug, shrugging his shoulders. “Whenever is fine with me. I don’t think either of us have anything important going on today, do we?” Yes, he and Phil were at the point in their friendship where they knew each other’s schedules. How domestic. That wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“How about we just get it out of the way now?” Dan suggested.

Phil narrowed his eyes. “You make it sound like it’s some torturous task.”

“I- uh, that’s not what I meant…” Dan sputtered out. Phil just smiled at him.

“I’m just joking.” He made his way towards the kitchen door, his right arm brushing Dan’s. He was about to turn right and head towards the lounge, but he hesitated for a moment, backing up a few steps. “Hey Dan?”

Dan swallowed and looked over at his friend expectantly. By the look on Phil’s face, he could tell it could only be one thing he wanted to talk about. Whenever Phil was about to bring up something uncomfortable, he would furrow his eyebrows like he was a bit concerned, his gaze focusing on some point in the room that wasn’t on the other person. That was Phil’s exact expression in that moment, and Dan felt the dread creeping into his mind. He cleared his throat. “Yeah?” He finally answered, his voice sounding extremely airy, like he couldn’t breath.

“About last night…” And there it was; the thing Dan wanted to avoid. “I know it was probably an accident, and I know you probably just want to forget about it, and that’s fine. If you don’t want to talk about it, we can just pretend it never happened. Okay?” All Dan could do was nod in agreement. His mouth was too dry to speak. But Phil smiled that beautiful, genuine, reassuring smile at him, and Dan somehow knew that they would be okay. If anything, it would just happen again later on, and they could deal with it then. But for now? They could just go on with their lives as Dan and Phil- YouTubers and best friends. “Well are you coming, then?” Phil asked after a few moments of silence.

Dan actually managed to smile back at the older man. “Yeah, I am.” They made their way down the hall and up to their office side by side, the same way they had done last night. Dan tried to ignore the butterflies erupting in his stomach every time he and Phil’s hands brushed.

Once they reached the office, Dan took the initiative of setting up the camera as Phil logged on to the computer and pulled up the game. “All right, here we go,” Dan said as he hit the ‘record’ button and settled back onto the chair. “Hello!” he greeted with a smile and a small wave.

“Hey there little Sims Four munchkins!” Phil said, throwing his hands up dramatically. Dan couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s dumb nickname of the week for their viewers before looking directly into the camera lense and shaking his head.

“Munchkins. Right, okay, this is off to a wonderful start.” He took the mouse and clicked the play button on the start screen, trying to ignore the way Phil gazed at the side of his face. Just remember: you guys agreed on acting like it never happened. So, Dan, you need to act like it never happened, he mentally reminded himself. “We know you guys have been waiting since October for more of Dil, so we decided we should give it to you to get into the swing of the Christmas season!”

Phil punched the air in victory. “I can finally say the ‘C’ word- Christmaaaas! I am so excited. I love Christmas!”

“Yes, Phil, we all know,” Dan replied with a laugh. “All right, here we go; into the world of Dil.” He made a mental note to edit in some dramatic music at that part as he clicked on the Howlter lot. They started where they had left off in the last video with Dil going to bed after his super successful Halloween party. They both noticed right away that Dil’s house was still decked out in Halloween decorations, so their first task was to make it Christmas-y again.

As they argued over what Christmas jumper to have him wear this year, and where to put the tree, and where to move the penguin TV so that the tree would actually fit, Dan couldn’t help but notice how close he and Phil were sat. They would occasionally both lean in close to the screen at the same time, and Dan would make the mistake of turning his head and seeing Phil’s cheek so close that he could lean forward barely an inch and kiss it. He had to suppress the urge more than once, not that he was willing to admit it to himself, though. Phil also smelled good. Like, really good. It was the same cologne he always wore, but, for some reason, it was especially endearing that day. He pretended not to notice their stares that would last a little too long as they discussed something important about Dil’s life, like what he was making for dinner, and whether or not he should have a holiday party because his Halloween one was so successful. He pretended not to notice how every time Phil laughed at something, he would place his hand on Dan’s knee for a brief moment. He pretended not to notice that it was a really nice brief moment. He especially pretended not to notice how when Phil mentioned Dil and his girlfriend Tabitha hanging out, his heart started to flutter at the thought of watching a romance unfold in front of their eyes after what had happened last night. God, he was pathetic. And he was starting to feel a bit suffocated.

As Dan edited the video later that day, he noticed that he and Phil were both very skilled pretenders. The footage in the video was just like any other- nothing that would make the fans go crazier than any of their other videos did. There was the same amount of ‘Heart Eyes Howell’, as the phandom called it, as there was in all their other videos. The same amount of Phil laughing at Dan’s actually kind of funny jokes, and Dan pretending he didn’t find Phil’s lame ones funny at all. There was the same amount of, well, everything.

The only difference? Dan noticed it this time. He noticed it as clearly as he noticed a fringe-gap from a mile away. It was as obvious and as sure as the sun rising and setting every single day. It was obvious, and Dan understood. He knew what all the Phan shippers were talking about. If he wasn’t apart of the ‘Dan and Phil’ duo himself, he wouldn’t hesitate to question whether or not there was something more than friendship going on there between the two YouTubers. He couldn’t help from feeling his stomach dropping every time he came across a bit of footage that was especially suggestive. Was that really how they looked at each other all of the time? It just seemed so clear in both of their faces and their eyes and every touch and every laugh. How the hell had he never noticed it before?

Well, he had never slightly drunkenly told Phil that he loved him before, and Phil had never said it back. At least, not in that way.

It was when Dan had posted the video and someone commented Just look at the way they look at each other at 5:26. I DARE you to tell me they’re not in love! that Dan suddenly realized something. Well, that was sort of as a lie, he had realized it earlier. But, this time, it hit him like a truck going eighty. He really was in love with Phil. Genuinely, romantically, in love with him. Any doubts he had been having suddenly vaporized into thin air. And though he hadn’t even lasted a full twenty four hours, he knew he couldn’t last any longer pretending last night never happened.

Before he could really think about what he was doing, Dan stood up and exited the office, heading down the stairs and straight into the living room where Phil was sat on the couch doing something on his laptop. Dan’s heart beat in his chest as he made his way over to sit down right next to him. “Abandoning your sofa crease to come cuddle?” Phil joked, but Dan didn’t laugh. This was, as he would say, serious business.



“We need to talk about last night.”

Phil’s eyes widened for a moment before he nodded, closing his laptop and setting it on the ground. “So, what about last night exactly?” Phil asked, pulling his legs up on the couch so he was sitting with his legs tucked under him. Dan did the same thing, rotating himself so that he was facing Phil directly. Dan didn’t have the time to be staring at the ground awkwardly as he tried to explain to his best friend what the hell he was feeling.

“It’s just that…” Dan began, scratching the back of his head, “When I said…what I said…It was an accident. It came completely out of nowhere,” he explained, and could have sworn he saw a bit of hurt flash across Phil’s face before it disappeared back to Phil’s reassuring and supportive expression he wore every time they had a serious conversation like this.

“Oh, I um, I get it. It was a slip of the tongue; happens to the best of us,” Phil said with a small, and obviously fake, laugh. Dan’s heart ached at how hard he was trying not to make this awkward for him. It was a thing that Phil always did- he always put other’s feelings first. He always made sure that Dan was happy and comfortable, and tried his very best to save him from any awkwardness or moments of discomfort. Phil was a giver.

That only made him love him a little bit more.

“Phil, you need to let me finish.”


Dan took a deep breath, willing himself to go on and not chicken out last minute. “At the time, I thought it was an accident. But, then I realized that you said it back.”

Phil blushed. “I was only returning the sentiment.”

Dan internally groaned. How had Phil not caught on yet? He was supposed to be the older and the wiser of the two. “No, Phil, I just…I just mean that after I had realized you said it back, it made me think. It made me think a lot. And then, I made the dumb decision of looking at the ‘phan’ tag on Tumblr, and then overthinking it and everything, and then when I was editing the video, I noticed all the little things that we normally overlook that our subscribers don’t, and…I don’t know. I guess it just made me realize that…” Come on, Dan. You’re so close. Just fucking say it. “It made me realize that it wasn’t an accident.”

There were a few long moments of silence as Phil just sat there, obviously deep in thought. All Dan could do was hold his breath as he waited. His heart was now pounding at full speed, and fear and nausea were building up in his gut. The longer he waited, the more he believed that he had just made a terrible mistake. Phil didn’t love him back. Phil didn’t love him. Phil didn’t-

“You love me? Like, you’re in love with me?” Phil said quietly, cutting off Dan’s inner rant.

He just nodded at the other man.

Phil nodded back in understanding. More silence. Then, Phil was reaching a hand over and setting it on top of one of Dan’s, which was clenched in the sweater sleeve. His heart only pounded harder, and Dan briefly wondered if Phil could hear it. The tension and anxiety was thick in the air as Dan continued to wait.

Finally, after an eternity, Phil took in a breath to speak. “I’m in love with you too.”

Dan let out the air that had been stored in his lungs for a ridiculously long amount of time. His heart was beating hard for a completely different reason now, and he could feel a smile start to stretch across his lips. Phil, thought still slightly blushing, did the same. “Thank God,” Dan said, letting out a small laugh. “You really scared me there for a second.”

“I’m sorry,” Phil said with a fake pout. “It’s just really hard to actually say out loud.”

“You know, I hear being exhausted and under the influence helps with that sort of thing a lot,” Dan threw in, making fun of himself. They both laughed at Dan’s lame joke for a moment, a lot harder than was really necessary. He figured that the exhilaration and the relief of admitting their feelings was just getting to their heads.

Then, about a minute later, the two of them sitting in a comfortable silence just kind of gazing at each other, Dan realized something, and he mentally face palmed himself. “Phil.”


“Isn’t this the part where we’re supposed to…you know…kiss?”

Phil’s eyes widened for a moment. “Yeah, I guess it is.” He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. He began to lean in slowly, and Dan let his eyes start to fall shut. He was anticipating the feeling of another pair of lips on his own, but when nothing came, he opened his eyes to look at Phil, whose eyes were wide and filled with nervousness. Dan gave him a questioning look. “Wow. This is a big moment,” Phil began, unnecessarily adjusting his fringe. “I, uh, I feel like I should have a speech prepared or something-”

Dan rolled his eyes and cut Phil off. “Shut up and get over here, you spoon.” He grabbed the older man by the shoulders, and brought their lips together for the first of what would hopefully be millions of times.

EXO Reaction to Dating a Person of Color

these might be sort of similar because i’m sure they’d all love their s/o no matter what and accept all races and religions with how much they love and appreciate their international fans as well as their national ones


Minseok love the color of your skin, whether it’s darker than the night sky or whiter than white. He will cherish you no matter what and always show how much he loves your skin when you’re insecure about it. He’s scatter your skin with kisses and trace patterns on any exposed skin he can while he praises you. Minseok will make you feel loved and more comfortable in your own skin than you’ve ever felt before.

“You’re skin is gorgeous jagiya and fits you better than anything else. Please love yourself as much as I love you (y/n).”


Lu will prise your skin any chance he gets. He will always question how he got such a dark skinned angel a you and will show you how much he appreciates and loves you any chance he gets. Even if you get hate or judged because of your skin, he will make you forget the comments no matter what. He will praise your body and skin all night if he has to.

“I love you, no matter your skin tone. What people say doesn’t matter becuase you’re perfect and I will spend all night showing you just how perfect you are bǎobèi.”


Kris never lets you forget how amazing he thinks you are or how beautiful you look with your skin tone. He dismisses any negitive comments made towards you for your skin and will publicly praise your skin. He doesn’t care who hears or sees, he will scatter your face and neck with loving kisses to show his love for your skin. He won’t shut up about your skin either. He will praise you until both you and the person realize how perfect your skin is.

“My (y/n) skin is perfect and I love them with everything I have. I love the contrast between our skin tones and how beautiful their’s looks against mine. Their skin tone isn’t a flaw and if you view it as one, that’s your problem.”


Your skin was the first thing he ever complimented you on. Junmyeon abslutely adores your skin and will tell you any chance he gets. He will interlock your hands or run his hands across any exposed skin just to see your beautiful darker skin against his own tan skin. It’s the greatest work of art he’s ever seen and he wouldn’t want you any other way. 

“You’re the most exsquisit work of art I’ve ever seen and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise jagiya. Your skin’s the most beautiful feature you have and you should be proud of it.”


The amount of love he shows you every time he sees you extends to every part of you. From your dark skin to the deepest, darkest part of your personality. He will make every part of you feel loved and makes it hard to feel insecure about yourself. He will talk to you about how you’ll be together as long as his gradparents have and how beautiful your mixed children will be. 

“Whether they’re as dark as you are or a few shades lighter, our kids will be the most beautiful things in the world and I will love them with everything I am.”


When your skin tone comes into play, Baekhyun’s complements will be more unstoppable than usual. He knows how traditional Korea, as well as a majority of Asia, can be and how they can get about other races and cultures but he will take any chance he gets to show how much he loves you. How you look doesn’t matter to him and he loves showing you how much he loves your skin.

“Times are changing here too, slowly but it’s still happening. People might not be as accepting now but all you need is me and my love for you. We can make them see that times have changed. Just know, that I love you and that will never change.”


Jongdae will show you off as his dark skinned gem. He doesn’t care what SM does or his fans and antis do, he will show you off as the most precious thing in the world. There’ll be no secret relationship or late night dates to avoid fansites. He will take pride that he got someone like you to agree to date him and will even shout from the highest rooftop about how much he loves you.

“You deserve to be shown off (y/n). You’re perfect and I still can barely believe that you’d even think of dating me. I promise I will always show you as much love as you deserve and more.”


Chanyeol’s proud to call you his and will love when you show so much of your amazing skin. He absolutely loves when you wear anything that shows so much of your skin. He loves when the sun reflects off your skin too and just adores everything about your skin, making sure you and everyone knows that he does. Like, his instagram will have so many pictures of you, your gorgeous skin, and a paragraph of praise.

“I’m not taking it down. No matter what people say or even SM say, people need to know how much I love you and appreciate you.”


Kyungsoo is a sweetheart and will adore your skin. He’ll always be so cute about it too. He just cups your cheek and gently rubs it with his thumb while he softly praises your skin and just every little thing about you. He just loves you so much and will love letting you know whenever he can, however he can. He loves cuddling with you and tracing patterns on your skin.

“How did I get someone as gorgeous and amazing as you (y/n). Everything about you is amazing and I love you so much. Thank you for being with me and loving me as much as I love you.”


Tao’s so proud to call you his and to be called yours. He will be one to show you off all over instagram and every social media he has. Like, one picture will be your interlocked hands and the caption is all prise about how he adores the contrast and how much he loves having you in his life. He’ll even have multiple pictures of him kissing you anywhere; lips, cheek, neck, anywhere he can that he can post without being reported.

“Look at my dark skinned bǎobèi. They’re my world and they deserve all the love and respect that you guys give me and ten fold.”


Being of a somewhat darker complexion than others, Jongin would definitely love dating a person of color. He gets picked on for his caramel skin and has jokes made about him so honestly, you two will make each other feel so loved and appreciate each other’s skin tones. Kisses and praise will happen so often between you two.

“Thank you for how much love you show for my skin and I love your skin just as much, maybe even more. I’m so thankful to have you (y/n) and I promise to love you with everything I can for the rest of my life.”


Sehun has a hard time of expressing himself and how he feels towards things so you wouldn’t be able to know just how much he loves your skin. The time you find out just how much he loves your skin tone is after you recieved hate for your skin and being his s/o when he posts a candid picture of you in the sun with so much praise and love for you and your skin. 

“My (y/n) is the most perfect human being on the planet and their skin is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Any of my fans who hate on them for either their skin or for choosing to date me or even both, I won’t hesitate to do something about it.”

anonymous asked:

i love your art so much?? like the comics and stuff are fantastic and i'm sndhwahsjsbdjd about them

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much!!!! Oh my g o d s!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: Thank you for always providing us with such good soft kiribaku 😍 also, I’m obsessed with the Bakusquad in big comfy sweaters in that last comic! Omg they look so cute

!!!!!!!!!! I’m happy you liked them!!!!!! *O* big comfy sweaters are my weakness, honestly hahaha

Anon said: Hello! I adore your comics, they’re all so good I cri. There’s not a single comic you’ve made that I don’t like. They’re all just so cute and you always draw things I could see happening in canon. It’s like you understand every character so well and is able to draw them in character because of that, if you know what I mean?? And also your art is so pretty and unique I just!? I lov.

Welp count me as a gross sobbing mess on the floor holy heck this ask killed me - thank you??? so much?????? This means a whole damn lot to me!!!! And made my whole day 300x better, really, thank you!!!! <3<3<3

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anonymous asked:

I've been seeing a lot of posts and comments regarding that hypable (?) ship battle between Kl@nce and Victuuri. Some people are convinced that because of this, Kl@nce has to become canon. If I may ask, what are your thoughts? I'm mainly worried things might get disrespectful or harassing towards writers and those who ship Shiro and Keith.

oh man…okay so, I’ve been pretty upset about this actually, but here we go:

Again, my own personal opinions here. But, for the people who think that somehow this means k/l has to become canon, well: 1) They don’t understand how animation works, and 2) I think that’s acting very entitled. Even though I’m sure some of them genuinely believe that supporting k/l over victu/uri is the right thing–or that maybe it will even make k/l canon–they must not realize that animation is literally planned out years in advance, and there’s just no conceivable way to go back now. I’m really sorry if that hurts, but it’s the truth. As for my second point, I mean…I’ve always thought there was this trend where some k/l fans were very loud and demanding about wanting k/l to be canon, and I think it’s important to kind of take a step back and realize that the narrative is not their own and they should respect the writers’ decisions. 

Obviously I want she/ith to be canon, but I’ve never gone to one of the writers or showrunners and told them you have to do this. And if sh/eith doesn’t become canon? I mean, I’ll obviously be disappointed. But I sure won’t harass or condemn the studio for it. And I mean, I wasn’t even gonna say anything about any of this, but obviously I personally dislike k/l, but even if I didn’t feel that way–it really bothers me that people would act like the k/l interactions we got in canon were somehow better than supporting actual, legitimate representation. That sends a much stronger message.

And to just repeat what I said before, the showrunners have already addressed this, and they made their position very clear:

I also really dislike the sense of entitlement that came with k/l being so popular. (And also, this is more due to its huge fanbase than the actual ship itself). But anyway, it seemed to me that people were insisting k/l was somehow queerbaiting if it didn’t become canon, and kept pressuring the studio that k/l was somehow the only viable option, despite the fact that animation is done so far in advance it’s literally too late to make any big changes.

As unprofessional as it was, an interviewer asked about k/l because of how popular it was and wanted to know if the ship would be “teased” for the fans. That’s not representation. That is queerbaiting, which the showrunners responded to and straight up said they would not do, as well as explaining that they couldn’t just change the script and make it so that “and now they’re in love.” (source) Again, I just want to clarify that I think this attitude was brought about by how huge the fanbase is rather than the actual content of the ship itself. But still, it’s a mindset prevalent enough to kind of turn me off from the ship

And the showrunners also explained how much time actually goes into animation, and the fact that it’s just not possible to suddenly go and reanimate stuff they had planned out years ago. Here are some excerpts from that interview: 

Interviewer: “I feel like there was a little tease? It seems people want to ship Lance and Keith together, so are there gonna be any hits of that at all?”

Lauren: “We’re not trying to cater to or bait anyone into anything, we’re just trying to do what’s right for the story.”

Joaquim: “We also try not to be overtly affected by what popular opinion might be.”

Lauren: “And we’re working in animation. Our schedule is so far in advance for that–even if people shipped Keith and Lance, we couldn’t go back and just change the story–to be like and now they’re in love!

Joaquim: “There’s just no way. We’re already years past that storyline, you know?” 

And honestly, this was the right, responsible thing to do. If k/l wasn’t meant to be a thing, they could have just egged it on and got people’s hopes up for no reason. They could’ve “teased” it in official art and interviews or answered this question with something like, “Ooo you never know! You’ll just have to keep watching!” That would have been queerbaiting. By directly stating that they didn’t intend for k/l to be teased and they weren’t trying to bait anyone, that’s doing a lot more than what other people have done. It shows they understand what representation is and aren’t going to pretend a gay relationship is there when it’s not just to attract viewers. 

So yeah, nothing’s gonna change either way. That much I can guarantee–animation just isn’t a conducive medium to that sort of thing. Whatever it is, it is. People who genuinely believe otherwise are mistakenly misinformed I think, and I would encourage them to actually look into the timeline of just how long a process animation actually is. But I do think it’s possible that turning down legitimate representation in favor of something built up in fanon sends a message to other people that it doesn’t matter whether you have genuine representation in canon or not, and that honestly bothers me. 

I didn’t even watch yoi–though I do love and have repeatedly cried over Endless Night–but you better believe my bi figure skating ass went and voted for vict/uuri just to make a point. Because ya at the end of the day it’s a silly ship war, but I feel like it’s more so about actual canon representation vs something just being good enough in fanon 

Won’t you dance with me — Chapter 4

Summary: Asking Maya to the school dance should not be this difficult.

(Set in the same timeline as, and a sequel to, my earlier fic Sanctuary)

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It’s three days before the school dance, and the entire student body of Abigail Adams High has turned into a flock of panicked, headless chickens over who’s asked who to the big event.

The obsession with grand asks is even more ridiculous this year. For a whole week now, every time Maya has been in the corridors between classes, balloons have popped out of every second locker, confetti rained from the ceilings, people who can’t carry a tune to save their lives have caterwauled for their prospective dates, and Yogi (on skates) has helped at least a dozen people ask someone out. And with the school resembling some kind of bizarre garden with all the flowers being exchanged, Maya is sure florists across New York are making a fortune.

She’s thoroughly sick of it. Never has she loathed a school event more. That’s why this year, she’s not going to the dance.

She’s not sure if the others are all planning to go, or if they have dates. (Or if she does know, she doesn’t care. They can go with whoever they want.) For once, her group of friends has acted sane and not been obsessed about the dance, because hardly anyone has brought it up. And if they did, they barely discussed it for a couple of minutes before changing the subject to more important things, like what movie to watch at their weekly movie night (which is on Saturday, the day after the dance), and what snacks to bring.

She’s not going to the dance because she has more important things to do, she assures herself, and not because she heard through the grapevine that someone had asked another girl to go with him right when she had been about to ask him. Nope, that’s definitely not the reason.

Maybe if she tells herself that enough, she’ll believe it.

She sighs.

Maya is okay not rushing into things. She figured Lucas was being as cautious as her about not letting anything hurt their friendship, which is why he hadn’t asked her to the dance (and which is why she’d come to the conclusion that she needed to ask him, even if she had absolutely no plan as to how to go about it), or tried to kiss her again, the way he’d nearly done when she’d ended up at his house a few months ago. But they’ve definitely been more flirty with each other lately, which is why she’d thought—

No, she’d done more than just thought, she realizes. She’d expected. She’d assumed. She’d all but taken it as given that she and Lucas would go together to the dance. Which was stupid of her. After all, who knew better than her that hope is for suckers? She can’t believe she’s fallen into that trap again, especially after learning her lesson in the not-so-distant past.

Okay, maybe hope isn’t entirely for suckers, she allows, thinking of the way Shawn had come into her and Katy’s lives. He’d married her mom and become Maya’s father. They are a family, the way Maya has always wanted.

But maybe hope only got you one thing, maybe it didn’t work if you get greedy and hope for too many things.

Or maybe she’s wrong. Maybe she’s made a mistake and completely misinterpreted Lucas’s feelings for her once again. Maybe she’s wrong about thinking that she’s the reason his eyes light up, maybe she imagined that his hands lingered when they brushed against hers, maybe he’s only doing nice things for her because she’s his friend. Just his friend, nothing more.

Which means it’s her own fault for expecting more, and getting hurt again, she thinks, irritated at herself.

She starts when Shawn’s voice cuts through her thoughts and brings her back to the dinner table.

“I spoke to Cory today,” Shawn says, cutting a piece of chicken on his plate.

“You speak to your boyfriend everyday.” The response is almost automatic, but it distracts Maya from her preoccupation with Lucas. She pushes the food around on her plate, rearranging it to make it look as if she’s eaten some of it, when in reality, she’s barely taken a couple of bites.

“You’re hilarious.” Shawn deadpans. (He’s always been able to take Maya’s teasing more easily than Cory, who’d have taken the bait and responded just as she’d expect, with a shrill “Shawn’s not my boyfriend!!”.) “Anyway. Cory says Riley’s pretty excited about the school dance.”

Katy swallows a gulp of her juice and widens her eyes as she looks from Shawn to Maya. “Oh, she is? That’s so sweet.”

Oh no, Maya internally groans. Her parents weren’t supposed to find out about it.

“Yeah,” Shawn says, “Cory was a bit worried because Riley didn’t seem very enthusiastic at first, which is completely unlike her. But now that she has a date and a dress, she’s back to radiating unicorns and bunnies and…” he waves his fork vaguely, “you know, fluffy stuff.”

Katy laughs. “That definitely sounds like Riley. So when exactly is this school dance that we haven’t heard about yet from our own daughter?”

“Friday, I believe.”

“Oooh, just a couple of days from now. So, what are you wearing?” Katy waggles her eyebrows at her daughter.

“I’m not going,” Maya informs her mother, as nonchalantly as possible.

Katy’s smile falls. “Oh, why not, baby girl?”

“It’s just a dumb dance,” Maya says with a casual shrug. She takes a bite of her chicken and vegetables to prove that she’s completely okay talking about it, even though her vivid imagination is pairing Lucas with girl after girl, trying to figure out who he’s asked and why he didn’t ask her. Or wait for her to ask him. “Besides, I want to work on one of my art pieces. I haven’t had the time for that lately.”

That’s a load of nonsense if Katy’s ever heard any. She opens her mouth to say so, but Shawn speaks first.

“Good,” he says. “You focus on your art. There’s no need to go to some lame school party where there will be boys and holding hands and all that crap, if you don’t want to.”

“Yeah.” Maya smiles, but she knows it’s very obviously fake. Luckily, Shawn isn’t very observant.

But Katy is. After mentally facepalming at Shawn, she kicks him under the table.

“Oww!” He looks at her accusingly.

Katy widens her eyes and gestures with them to Maya, who’s meticulously cutting up her food into equal bite-sized pieces as if it’s an assignment on which she’s going to get graded.

Shawn looks at Maya, and seems to finally realize she’s more upset than she’s letting on.

“So,” he starts, with no clue at all about how he’s going to approach this, and ends up saying the first thing that comes to his mind. “What about Friar?”

The mention of Lucas makes Maya sit up straight. She’s not going to let that boy make her miserable anymore. If he doesn’t want to go with her, fine. She’s not going to care, and she’s not going to obsess about it. She has better things to do.

Maya shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says in her most I-couldn’t-care-less voice.

She misses the worried glance Katy and Shawn exchange.

“Well,” Shawn says, trying to make her feel better, “How about we order from Paco’s on Friday night and have ourselves a Star Wars movie marathon?”

The mention of Paco’s reminds her of how Lucas got her a taco from there last week. For a second, she’d thought he was going to ask her to the dance right then, with the taco instead of flowers, which would have been hilarious and perfect, and just the sort of dorky thing he’d think to do. But he hadn’t. He’d just said that he got her one because he knows she likes them. She was disappointed, but still touched, especially because Lucas hadn’t exactly been in a good mood himself that day. He’d been preoccupied and mopey despite her attempts to cheer him up, and Maya hadn’t for the life of her been able to fathom why. And yet, he’d gotten her her favourite tacos. Stupid Huckleberry, always doing all these stupid nice things for her and making her care.


Shawn’s question brings her out of her thoughts — she’d wandered off again.

“Okay,” she says quietly, trying not to let her misery show, and completely forgetting the excuse about working on her art project she has planned for the evening of the dance.

Darkness is your friend now (part one)

I’m posting this on here because why not? Art doesn’t always pretain to drawing or painting~

Darkiplier x Reader


There you were, just sitting in front your computer at your messy desk in your room.

The night was young but you weren’t looking to go out tonight. It was your night to relax and do whatever you pleased.

The computer was your friend tonight along with your favorite youtubers.

Pewdiepie, Game Grumps, Jontron, Cryaotic, RPGMinx seemed rather productive today, but you had no one else on the mind but Markiplier. You finally get to watch the Raspy Hill video you had been waiting to watch. Reason being you decided to wait for October to roll by, tis the season for frights

“I’ve been waiting so long to watch this.” You smiled, clicking the video and made it go full screen. You then noticed how short the video was, but shrugged it off.

“HELLO everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to Let’s Play: Raspy Hill.” You smiled at his normal greeting. “So, I got a lot of emails that said I needed to play this because… There were mannequins in this and if you know me, you know I do not like mannequins.”

The game started. It was a bit slow at first but then you found yourself laughing when he was given chase by dolls floating towards him as he panicked.
Then something didn’t seem right, Mark was getting surrounded by those things. his voice becoming static and sounded as if he was over a radio broadcast. You then jumped with a gasp when the screen had flashed with a picture of Markiplier, screaming and holding his head while a loud high pitched sound played. After that, the screen went black.


Then eerie music played

“I don’t feel quite like myself.”

There Markiplier was. staring at you. The screen glitches between that face and him laughing like a madman and the video game.

“I’ve been having strange dreams lately.”

Then it glitched again between him with a growing smile and him looking as if he’s struggling to breathe.

“But now, you’re here.”

You shivered when you realized that ,with every glitch, his eyes never left yours. You just wanted to stop the video but you figured that ’ hey, maybe this was a joke?’

“And I’ll make you feel right at home. . ”

He continued to stare, glitching a bit. Then it showed the game again, glitching between him and it. His smile just growing oh so menacingly.

“Welcome to Raspy Hill.”

Then the stitched up floating dolls came crashing into your screen, to tilt as if you were falling. The screen came back to him, a close up of his face, his eyes looking over his glasses as he smiled.

"Enjoy your stay… (F/N)”

The screen went black.

You saw, in the reflection of the black screen, a dark figure behind you. You couldn’t make out who it was but you felt hot, heavy breathing on your neck. You dare not move, afraid of what may happen if doing so.

“Who…” You started but stopped when you saw pale, kind of muscular arms lightly wrap around your neck, hugging it. The touch was a tad cold.

The figure leaned in closer to your ear.” But, (F/N), you just watched me. .” It sounded like Markiplier, but more distorted and radio sounding.

“You… Can’t be him.” You glanced at his pale, what looked like grey to you, arms as they tightened a bit more around your neck. It could be your imagination but you saw what looked like black smog creeping around you.

Then you saw Not- So Mark smirk in the reflection of your computer screen. ” Oh but I am… But Far more, Dark than he is.” He released a soft chuckle, his right hand lifted up and he placed his finger tips on your chin. It was just a soft touch, a cold one but it made you want to melt none the less. “Answer me this… Why did it take you so long?”

” For… For what? To watch this?“ You bit your bottom lip.” I…uh… had recently become a fan and I wanted to wait til October.“ You answered calmly even though your heart was racing. You figured that as long as you went along with whatever he was getting at that nothing bad would happen…

He slowly released your neck, causing you to sigh in relief but that relief wasn’t for long. He grabbed onto the back of your chair, tipping it backwards thus making you fall down with it.

“AHH!” You screamed, not expecting this. you then looked up to see that the man was staring at you. It was definitely Markiplier’s face but… his eyes and skin were different. His eyes were a handsome, dark bloody crimson and the sclera were black instead of white and it was clear that his skin was the pale grey you saw before.

"Oh, how cute.” his smirk grew as he saw the growing fear in your (E/C) eyes.“ In a way, I’m flattered.” He kneels down onto one knee and placed his left hand upon your cheek, caressing it gently which caused you flinch and your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink when he was inches away from your face. “October is the best month for frights.“

Not-so Mark’s face suddenly glitches into something distorted and creepy. His eyes looked completely hollow, nothing inside but black smog seeping out and his mouth began to look jagged like a scary jack-o-lantern craving, the black smog seeping out of that as well. The noises that he had made were unsettling. Gurgles and maniacal laughing. Black sludge hanging from his jagged lips.

Your eyes widen, pupils becoming small. Your heart raced even faster than before. Your entire body shaking as you stared at the abomination.

You released a scream just before you felt the black smog consume your entire body and entered inside of you.

Everything became black as you passed out.

Oh, it’s you

The five times York told Carolina he loved her, and the one time he had to tell Delta instead. For @lostlegendaerie.

The first time York told Carolina that he loved her, the word was four letters and it started with W.

The lights in Errera were red and blue and so he didn’t realize at first that she was too, that the skirt swishing against her long legs was teal and that the hair swishing against her long neck was red, red. In homage he ordered a purple drink and in exchange she would bite a purple bruise against the pulse point at the base of his throat. But that was later.

“Come here often?” he asked, shooting her a hundred watt smile.

“Never,” she said, and she didn’t smile at all but the way she flicked her eyes at him made him breathless anyway. “But maybe I will now.”

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The Troublesome Trio

Originally posted by oh-itsawesome

Chapter (9/?)

Masterlist (http://spoonfulofsexy.tumblr.com/post/128326269826/the-troublesome-trio-masterlist)

A/N: I’m sorry that this is so late and I’m also sorry it was trash!! I swear the next chapter will be better!!  I’ve decided not to do summaries anymore bc i suck at them!

Life hasn’t been the same since Bucky left.  The apartment was much more quiet and there just wasn’t the same happiness coming from Steve or you.  All you both could do was worry about Bucky.  Steve decided to work down at the bakery with you to help pay rent.  He just wanted a purpose; he tried so hard to get into the army, but he was denied every time.  

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Klaine: There’s Only Me, There’s Only You

Title: There’s Only Me, There’s Only You
Author: animeangelriku
Artist: lesorientales​ (now riotatttherite)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 11638
Summary: Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel started ice skating since they were little. When they meet again after having spent years apart, their passion for skating brings them closer than they could’ve ever imagined.

(Thank you so much to my wonderful artist, who was ever oh so patient with me. I hope I did your art justice! And I deeply apologize for having put this up after I was supposed to and for not having been able to send it to you complete before posting it. I hope you like the final result nonetheless!)

Link to art here
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Blaine shivered a little. No matter how many times he stepped inside an ice rink, the cold temperature of the room still caught him off-guard. And he wasn’t even on the ice yet.

“How you feeling?” Cooper asked, bumping his brother’s shoulder with his own.

“Kind of nervous,” Blaine answered.

“Oh, don’t be,” said Cooper, wrapping his arm around Blaine’s shoulders. “You’ll do just fine!”

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living with bunkook

this was a request!! for my love! i spend so long on these and i feel like they aren’t evem long ah

Originally posted by donewithjeon

  • this was requested by my small bean child
  • living with jeongguk would be a total riot
  • he’s young, boy probably wouldn’t be able to live on his own
  • he would like burn the house down
  • seokjin cries when jeongguk says he wants to get his own place
  • he claims “my baby is leaving me! now I’m stuck with all these psychos!”
  • and by psychos he means yoongi and namjoon who he shares a place with (and jeongguk before he rolls out)
  • but the truth of the matter is he’s genuinely scared that jeongguk won’t be able to handle himself
  • boy doesn’t know how to do laundry or cook or pay bills
  • but jeongguk wants to be independent and free
  • and he wants to move you in with him and he was not about to share you with three other guys, even if they are some of his best friends
  • yoongi is the one who realizes that jeongguk wants to move out so you can move in
  • and he kinda smirks and he’s like “oh jeonggukie~”
  • and jeongguk pales and he’s like great now I have to have the talk from yoongi this is gonna be even worse than hobi’s attempt at a talk great
  • and yoongi just pats the couch and he’s smiling and jeongguk is like great I’m gonna have nightmares after this one
  • but yoongi ruffles his hair and his voice is so soft and he’s “I can’t believe you’re really growing up. I’ll take you two house hunting if you want, furniture shopping too, whatever you guys need I’m here to help”
  • and jeongguk is so touched he just kinda smiles??
  • and he decks yoongi in a hug and it’s so heart warming oops
  • but he has to ask you to move in though
  • he’s actually really worried you’ll say no
  • he’s usually so confident and sure of himself but you’re both young and inexperienced in these type things he doesn’t want to make any mistakes, not when it comes to you
  • and yoongi organizes a lil class for him with the help of hoseok and jin and namjoon and its all about how to live on your own and yoongi has a power point and he gets so into it cause he wants the best for jeongguk
  • so once jeongguk understands the basics he decides he better hurry up and ask you
  • he doesn’t want it to be a big ordeal, he doesn’t wanna stress you out so he tries to keep it simple
  • actually he kinda just lets it slip that he’s been looking at houses for the two of you
  • you two are out ice skating of all things
  • you’re holding hands and he’s keeping you from falling and both your noses are red and you’re giggling all cute
  • and he kinda “I can’t wait to get our house so we can just go home and snuggle with hot chocolate, all by ourselves you know?”
  • and you freeze and he keeps skating so he ends up losing his balance and landing on his butt
  • and you don’t know whether to laugh at him or ask about his lil confessional thing and you kinda just skate over and you help him up
  • and shy bunny mode has been activated!!
  • and you pull him up and he immediately buried his face in the crook of your neck cause he can’t believe he said that so casually??
  • and you laugh and play with his hair
  • “were you going to tell me we’re moving in together?”
  • and he looks up at you and his eyes are wide and he had the cutest smile on his lips “you want to move in with me?”
  • and you kiss his nose “why wouldn’t I baby?”
  • and he was so worried about how you would react but you were so chill with it and he knows that’s one of the many reasons he loves you
  • and he’s surprised you’re taking it so calmly but you guys leave the rink and as soon as it’s just the two of you, you squeal and hug him so tightly and you’re laughing and he’s beaming and it’s such a touching moment  
  • and he probably scares the hell out of everyone //on accident// cause he takes a pic of you two and you’re kissing his cheek and he’s smiling at the camera and he tags it “she said yes!”
  • so everyone thinks you two are getting married
  • and within seconds his parents and jin and their manager are calling and he’s so confused?
  • and he realizes oh wait a second
  • and he has to explain no he’s not married, the love of his life is moving in with him which is like the second best thing
  • yoongi takes you two house hunting right away
  • and jeongguk is kinda unsure of what even to look for and he’s like “well here’s a yard for our dogs…”
  • and yoongi is all “um hey dipshit the ceiling is falling apart”
  • okay but you two finally decide on a cute apartment
  • it’s in an area where a lot of young families are settling down right?
  • and so the other apartment residents are like young couples close to your age or newlyweds or new parents to be
  • it’s a really family friendly area and it’s so sweet
  • it’s kinda tiny
  • it’s one bedroom, two and a half bathrooms plus the kitchen and a very tiny living room area
  • jeongguk seriously could care less though
  • it gives him an excuse to keep you right snuggled up to him every night
  • you guys decorate it with art he’s done or other modern art
  • he actually likes to try and make art with you to hang up
  • like babe here’s an idea we throw paint at this canvas and see how it ends up looking
  • it’s really trendy and you two put a lot of time to give it that modern New Yorker feel
  • but you buy everything from ikea and spend at least seventeen years trying to assemble it all correctly and figuring out where that extra screw goes…
  • okay okay for cute things now right?
  • you two take your puppy on a walk every single night ideally around seven when the sun sets late and five when it’s closer to winter and all
  • the puppy sleeps between you two every single night and at first jeongguk is all !! but then he gets upset because I want to cuddle my lover thx
  • one day he comes home and you have dressed the dog up? and he kinda what am I dating
  • you two wake up every morning at the same time to the same alarm and it’s usually a radio alarm and it’s playing like silver spoon or something like that?? it’s always one of their songs
  • and he rolls over and he smiles as you groggily try to open your eyes
  • and he brushes the hair from your face and kisses your nose softly then kisses your forehead, then kisses both your cheeks in the same order every single morning
  • he then goes as he pulls you up so gently
  • also hey we gotta
  • he sleeps in boxer pajama shorts and he won’t come to bed unless you’re wearing one of his shirts
  • and they’re baggy and loose and jeongguk loses it every time he sees you wearing them
  • this boy hogs blankets okay he leaves you none, zero, you usually freeze
  • but okay you guys do morning routines together too!!
  • like you stand side by side and wash your faces together, and then you wash your faces, and then you do your makeup while he shaves (if he even needs to lmao), then you guys brush your hair and it’s off to change!!
  • whenever you shower he makes sure you lock the door because baby bun doesn’t want to die by accidentally walking in on you
  • but he needs to make sure you’re safe
  • so if he doesn’t need to do anything else he sits outside the door and keeps his ear against the wall so he can hear you sing
  • but he scrambles away as soon as he hears the water turn off
  • you don’t even try to cook together
  • breakfast is usually eggo waffles or like trix cereal?? he’ll make you coffee or tea or whatever you prefer but you’re not getting him to cook oh no
  • lunch is like those bagel bites? the pizza ones and he thinks he’s so amazing like he didn’t catch them on fire this time you go jeongguk
  • jin will come over with food at least once a week he kinda “okay this is the last time”
  • but he’s back
  • every single time he’s back
  • yoongi comes over quite a bit to make sure everything is going okay
  • “jeongguk is the water still working?”
  • “wow hyung you sound like my mom”
  • “take it back before I show your little friend here that viDEO FROM BEHIND THE ST-”
  • and jeongguk just covers your ears and kisses your nose like plz don’t mind hIM
  • there’s not a lot of other visitations though? like usually if the boys wanna hang out you go over to your place
  • jeongguk is very private about the apartment which surprises you like he doesn’t post anything about it or mention it over the initial moving in announcement
  • anime night with your boy jeon jeongguk
  • he has this like calendar you keep on the fridge and he plans out how you two will manage to watch an entire show a month
  • he picks the worst amines like in an unironic way probably
  • he also buys like seven million snacks right popcorn and Cheetos and Popsicles and cheez it’s too like boy stocks up
  • and he probably has anime plushies too and he brings them all on the couch to snuggle
  • y'all have bean bags btw
  • like the nineties style bean bags that you usually end chilling on all day every day
  • you guys never go to bed early
  • but if you ever fall asleep first he picks up princess style and carries you to your room and tucks you in and kisses your head and pulls the blankets over you before crawling in next to you
  • he has so many video games and if you’re not playing with him, he still keeps you at his side to be his cheerleader
  • boy gets so into his video games right
  • he like cheers and groans and threatens to throw his controller at the tv screen
  • he helps with the chores
  • he’s not very good but he helps
  • like one day you’re cleaning the bathroom and you hear a horrified scream and you hurry over to the laundry room area and jeongguk is curled up on the floor and he’s holding something to his chest
  • it’s one of his like seventy two white tees and it’s dyed pink and lying to his left is your favorite pair of red undies and you just kinda tsk and roll your eyes at him
  • he’s not very good at keeping things tidy and organized
  • he leaves wrappers on the ground when he’s busy trying to beat that new fire emblem game and he has a habit of kicking off sheets when he sleeps and everything??
  • and he always apologizes and he gets worried you’re gonna move out cause he’s kinda a low key slob but you laugh and kiss him and tell him you would never ever dream of it
  • he is really rude sometimes and he likes to take pics of you sleeping to put into his group chat with the boys
  • will also send these said pictures to his family??
  • boy has no chill
  • like he dedicates your living room to be his new dance studio which you never agreed on
  • but the view is nice so you don’t mind
  • whenever he has practice late he gets carry out and he comes home and tell you to dress up
  • and he pulls out red solo cups and dixie plates and lights a yankee candle that smells like fresh cotton or something and he just raises his eyebrows excessively like wow aren’t i romantic
  • he is such a cutie and living with him would be a lot of fun and you guys would always be smiling and laughing!!
My first *Peraltiago* fic rec

What Now? by author_abz

“I was happy. I didn’t know and I was happy because I didn’t know. Now I know and it hurts. But it’s a warm, achy kind of hurt I thought was made up, but it’s real because I feel it, and all I had to do was ask.”

Jake is drunk and rambles to Amy.

Girls Only Say ‘Hate You’ to the Guys That They Love by sadesmae

Jake wants to go out with Kylie.

That’s My Kind Of Risk by LaurytheLatrator

Amy smokes. It’s not a big deal or anything.

(Three moments when Peralta caught Santiago smoking.)

10 times Jake or Amy babysitted Terry’s twins and ended up together or not by weasleyspotter

or the 10 steps it took for Jake and Amy to get together.

eyes shut (it’s you i’m thinking of) by cresselia

Teddy cancels the date, and Amy finally makes her way to the bar.

we share, we care, we grow together by Kasuchi

“Argh, you’re one of those girls aren’t you? All perfect and stuff?” Jake looked put-upon. “I bet you make perfect grades and you shower every day.” What if Brooklyn Nine-Nine was a little less Barney Miller and a little more Hey Arnold? A full-on cracky AU.

Bribery Will Get You Everywhere by Marks

Jake gets bribed into visiting Santiago’s family for Christmas. It’s not bad, but don’t tell anyone that.

she wears her heart on her sleeve by cresselia

“She should be drunk for this.

But she’s not. Instead, she’s completely sober and completely in control of her actions, her own lips centimeters away from Jake’s.”

Amy struggles with her seemingly gravitational pull towards Jake while trying to remain faithful to her own moral code.

of realizations and rooftops by nereid

In which everyone talks about Jake, Amy’s in denial and burns Jake’s hair. A bit.

Tonight You’re Perfect by sadesmae

Jake and Amy meet at Warped Tour. This is not an alternate universe, this totes happens.

Unresolved by RubyCaspar

Based on spoilers for s1 finale - when Jake is fired, Amy is forced to confront her feelings for her partner… and can only hope it’s not too late.

‘cause I’m not feeling anything at all by plumfield

Teddy’s everything she looks for in a guy. He’s a consummate professional, a great listener, and a total gentleman to boot. He pulls chairs out for her, holds doors open, and picks up every tab; if she has to reschedule a date because a case has come up, he understands, because it’s just as likely to happen to him.

After five dates, she can picture exactly what their life together is going to be like.

something suitable by birdbox (Bella_Barbaric)

“Oh, and I want you in your Sunday best,” Jake tells her over the phone.

“What?! All my 90s Bat Mitzvah dresses are at the dry cleaners!” Amy teases, even though she knows she’s still got the blue montrosity he gave her to wear on their ‘first’ date at the back of her closet.

“They are? Well, you know that’s a deal breaker for me, Santiago—we can’t go. Date cancelled.”

Stay, Stay, Stay by startoftime

The four times Jake and Amy shared a bed, and the one time Jake tells her it’s something more.

Cops and Robbers by disastersaurus

It’s a damn good arrest, Amy thinks, and the captain’s going to be so proud of her. The only thing that could be better is if the guy would just shut up.

If You Like Piña Colada by pyrodynamo

So a while back, Jake maybe writes a list. On the top, underlined twice, he’d scribbled, things that I maybe kind of are okay about Amy Santiago. It quickly deteriorated into a list that sounded like the worst I think I like-like her novel ever written.

Just a regular everyday normal couple by DanicaGentozzi

Jake and Amy struggling with the everyday little things that every couple, at one time or another, have to go through in a relationship.

The Bet by myrifique

Peralta and Santiago set a date for the end of the bet.

Interaction series by YankeesGirl28

Five times Amy wants to talk to her partner after he leaves and the one time she does.

Or five times Jake wants his partner to say something and the one time she does.

the most important meal of the day by disastersaurus

Jake + 10 Breakfasts.

What If We Love Like Fools by LaurytheLatrator

Weddings were one of the only occasions where adults got dressed to the nines and slow danced. And Amy was here, sitting at her table, sipping her champagne and poking at the bizarre unpronounceable meat on her plate. She felt so pathetic.

god only knows what i’d be without you by satellites (brella)

Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta, and rear view mirrors. (Or: five times Jake and Amy drove each other somewhere.)

I Know My Coffee’s Cold by TheBoyWhoStoppedTheApocalypse

“I don’t want to bother you,” he waved a hand. “Well, you already bothered me by walking up to me,” she looked up at him. “Tooshy.” “It’s touché,” she corrected.

High Crimes and Misdemeanors by Kasuchi

“I got cold,” he said, one shoulder (the one not pressed against the doorjamb) shrugging, like the sentence was the most natural thing in the world, like he woke up on her couch in a t-shirt and boxers with his entire body wrapped around hers on the regular and it was no big deal.

he sings the songs that remind him by Kasuchi

Rosa stands. “Talking’s for wusses. We’re going drinking.” Teddy and Amy break up, so naturally everyone goes to the bar together.

feet are where i landed by 40millionyears

“says the woman who’s been engaged eight times.” this has always been her downfall: distracted by something sparkly, she’ll agree to pretty much anything.

Good Morning by Gabby

Or Amy wakes up the morning after an unexpected night, internally freaks out, and then lets her mind wander.

The Unbearable Lightness Of Being A Cop by amathela (Zhailei)

Starring Detective Theodore Bear, New York’s Finest (and cuddliest).

and the world spins madly on by 40millionyears

post 1x22. something bad goes down (or, jake dies and amy’s left to deal and the author is terribly sorry)

Black Lace & Handcuffs (Or Doing It Santiago Style) by Gabby

Amy divulges secret fantasies to her surprised, delighted boyfriend - and learns the art of being uninhibited, Santiago-style.

if only for tonight by Bookie

“I wasn’t smoking,” she says frantically, and Jake is overwhelmed at how adorable she is.

too long on the borderline by mrs_nerimon

They haven’t seen each other for nearly five months, he’s supposed to be working undercover, and she’s got soy sauce spilled on her shirt.

Red Fish, Blue Fish by Kasuchi

Jake beamed back at her, thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of her leg. “No, see, you’re slipping, Santiago. I’ve been on the force for twelve years. I’ve been around lots of cops, and you’re definitely one of the best.”

i look into your eyes, falling by uppercasemad

Navigating domesticity and the surprises it offers.

Act/React by Kasuchi

Later, they don’t talk about it, but for weeks Jake is startled awake from dreams of cafe-con-leche skin and a hot, insistent mouth on his. Jake likes making Amy laugh.

I’m In Heaven by Gabby

Or the time Jake learns he should really know better than to sneak around to spy on the object of his affection when he’s not supposed to.

you should be standing right next to me (instead of two feet in front of me) by sadesmae

He rents a boat. Like an actual fishing boat… because one time she mentioned that she’s never been and that she always kind of wanted to go.

it’s better to feel pain than nothing at all by cresselia

He’ll always be second best when she’s sober.

Until We Make This Right (I Won’t Say Goodnight) by YankeesGirl28

It’s not like you expected her to break up with him or anything. // Eventual Jake/Amy

prime (and otherwise) by rollingplains

In which they discuss an alternate universe while in this one, to pass the time.

Whiskey and pancakes by ferggirl

Happy hour hasn’t been this happy in god knows how long. Boyle is beside himself — Sarge has actually had to pick him up off the floor twice. Rosa’s been spotted smiling by no fewer than seven people.

And Amy Santiago is getting rip-roaring drunk.

The Many Times Jake is a Moron and the Few Times he Isn’t by everhtorne

“I bet you never thought this would happen,” Jake speculates, his voice faintly hopeful as if he’s trying to cheer Amy up. “You and me in a dark room together.”

Five Times Jake Makes Terrible Choices, and One Time Amy Does by Crowsfan

Jake never expected his terrible, terrible ideas to work out for him.

Primary and Secondary by Kasuchi

He pulled his hand away from his face and casually placed it on her thigh. She felt it, warm and heavy, through her jeans. Five times they don’t talk about what happened, and one time they do. (Sequel to Red Fish, Blue Fish.)

rest your bones by lilypupu

Drabbles for the Domesticity Meme. Part 2: Food, nicknames, and a lot of profanity (not that Jake understands any of it).

Hands by Diaphenia

“If we’re going undercover, you’re going to have to be quicker on your feet,” Jake said, insufferably smug.

Amy huffed. “Well, this is why I wanted to go over everything with you. Preparation is the soul of… preparedness.”

  • would teach an art class, tbh
  • specifically drawing and painting
  • kind of ironic bc…….he’s literal art
  • students (esp girls) always staring in admiration because he looks like an angel
  • is always wearing an apron and his long his hair is tied back in a ponytail
  • sometimes has a paint smear across his face or his fingers are covered in black chalk dust
  • plays gentle instrumental music for his kids to listen to while they paint their little hearts out
  • yes its a pretty quiet class
  • and like it’s a little hard to hear him when he teaches so he always finds himself scrambling around to help students who weren’t quite clear on what he said
  • but a lot of art-loving kids look up to him because jeonghan’s paintings are so beautiful and the meaning is so deep, it’s like……whoooa mr.yoon…
  • although he is lowkey meaningful and soft, jeonghan is actually v cool and likes to joke around with his kids
  • calls certain kids nicknames like “my leader” “my helper” “my A+ kid” lol its not that he has faves though, he calls all his students “my babies”
  • so anyway, you’re also an art teacher but you were going to teach sketching and sculpting
  • and the first time you met jeonghan you both were like “whoooa…” bc you both look like art
  • so anyway you both always find yourselves planning lessons and eating lunch together bc the art classrooms are literally connected (you open the closet and heyyyy there’s the other class)
  • for jeonghan this is a pretty big deal because he’s quite shy like his only friends are teacher!joshua, teacher!wonwoo and teacher!cheol
  • also: jeonghan had no idea how he even started liking you???
  • all he knew was that you were v friendly towards him and very gentle + caring and suddenly he found himself secretly writing your name in paint and then covering it before anyone can see ;;
  • but he tries so hard to hide it by being playful towards you and making jokes but if only you kneeewwww
  • and little did jeonghan know…..you liked him too and you had no clue how
  • one day, during your free period, you were done planning your lessons and you were bored so you just started randomly sketching faces in your sketchbook
  • by the time the bell rang, you were done but you immediately began blushing when you realized you hAD JUST DRAWN YOON JEONGHAN ON ACCIDENT-
  • but there’s no time to put it away bc you hear your kids coming in and a few of them are coming up to you so you can sign off on their field trip forms and by the time you’re finished, the late bell rang and you hurry to start your class
  • and you had kinda forgot about the sketch throughout the day until lunchtime came
  • cue jeonghan coming through the closet and saying hi to you, sitting next to your desk where he always sat with you
  • and you’re like “hi jeonghan!” and thats when you remembered: oh no, the drawing aasghkllvvbkl
  • right as you’re rushing to the table as casually as possible, jeonghan sees your sketch and he’s all “wow this is really good-” but then stops when he realizes……….it’s him
  • jeonghan: “uh….is this me?”
  • you: asddfgh “um………y-yes?”
  • and it’s so awkward and silent as jeonghan is staring at the drawing
  • for a moment, you think he’s going to get up and leave or just go back to his lunch but nope. you know what he does?
  • he looks at you, smiles and goes “well this is amazing but you missed all my freckles. should i stay still so you can finish this?”
  • and you’re like …………. ah ok and you spend the rest of lunch internally confused while you sketched in more jeonghan details
  • when you finish it, jeonghan asks if he can keep it and you let him, still confused as to why he didn’t ask any questions and you puzzle over this even as you drive back home
  • so fast forward to you arriving at school the next morning
  • its friday and you’re just so spent, you’re relieved that it’s the weekend
  • and you get inside and turn the lights on and walk over to your desk, only to find a lovely surprise
  • sitting on your desk was a painting of you. different strokes of beautiful and bright colors made your face up but you could tell it was you
  • and youre like surprised and flattered but at the same time, you knew how much time these paintings took and it made you wonder…….did jeonghan like you too?
  • then with the painting, there was a small yellow post-it note with jeonghan’s familiar scribble
  • “a favor for a favor, yeah? (: don’t worry…..i feel the exact same way. hehe”
  • and now you’re totally like oH MY GAAAAD and you can’t help but do this little giddy dance in the middle of your classroom like you were one of your teenaged students
  • then you hear the closet door open and you stop but your heart races when you see that it’s jeonghan, looking angelic as usual
  • “o-oh! hey y/n" jeonghan says with a shy smile “um….”
  • you: “uh…thank….thank you for this painting. its beautiful”
  • jeonghan: *shrugs* no problem. your sketch was just as nice. *awkward silence*
  • you: so……your note…..what did you mean you felt the exact same way?
  • jeonghan: ffxjmllkvv “ah! ummmm, nothing! i wrote that at like midnight hahaha um i dont know-”
  • you: “i like you, jeonghan.”
  • this stops jeonghan from rambling any further and in a quiet voice, he goes “really?” and you nod with a shy smile
  • and jeonghan just smiles back and he’s like “i like you too, y/n”
  • before the bell rings to start school, jeonghan gets the courage to ask you out on a lunch date this weekend and you happily agree and thus, this relationship begins
  • lots of paint fights tbh insinuated by jeonghan ofc
  • and jeonghan whining when you get chalk in his hair
  • you know what?? just whiny jeonghan in general tbh ;;
  • jeonghan always feeding you some of his lunch ahhhh cute asf
  • having extra ties in your drawer for jeonghan to tie his hair up before class
  • jeonghan sleeping over at your apartment on sunday night and you having to practically drag him bc he’s so lazy and all he wants to do is cuddle with you
  • you: “jeonghan! we have kids to teach! lets go!”
  • jeonghan: *groans and rolls over* they can wait 
  • also gets lowkey pouty when you don’t want to use him as your muse lol
  • ugh someone help i need a teacher!jeonghan b y e e e
Family Reunion-Part 1

Hey guys xx I know last week I promised a story coming soon. Sadly I haven’t quite finished the story so instead of waiting forever, I’ve decided to do it in parts. Probably a 2-3 parter. I’ve been completely swamped with my chem lab and art assignments. But, here is the first part to my new story. 

Summary in case y’all didn’t see my last post;

Riley has a family reunion and she accidentally tells her cousins she has boyfriend, although it’s a complete lie. Instead of coming clean, she ask Farkle to pretend to be her boyfriend for the weekend. Will he agree? 

Obviously Riarkle.


Riley’s POV:

I’m totally screwed. So, earlier today I was talking to a few of my cousins, since we’re seeing each other on Saturday for our annual family reunion. They were all talking about their boyfriends and girlfriends. I felt so pressured, I accidentally let it slip that I had a boyfriend as well. Now they want to meet him. What to do. What to do. 

As I was pacing around my room, hoping the answer would magically appear out of thin air, Maya climbed through the window. I’ve been waiting FOREVER for her to show up. 

I sat down next to her at the bay window. “Maya, I did something bad and I can’t take it back.” I rant to her. “Oh honey, what did you do?” she asks.

I filled her in on my current situation, hoping Maya could save the day, “Well Riles, you’ve gotten yourself into quite some pickle.” she started, but honestly just ask Farkle He wouldn’t mind, and he’s the only one in our group not dating anybody.” she shrugged.

I contemplated my options, face complete embarrassment in front of my family, or ask Farkle a simple favour. The latter seemed like the better option. 

“Oh Maya, what would I do without you?”


“You want me to lie to your family about our relationship status?” Farkle questions unwarily, after I told him about my situation. I should’ve known better, he hates me lying.

“Fine if you won’t do it, maybe I’ll ask someone else. Do you think Charlie would be up for it?” I ask him, knowing he would never let me go out with Charlie again. 

“No, Riley. No. I’ll do it. Just promise me that this is just one time.” I instantly nod. “Oh my god, yes Farkle. Thank you, you’re the best. I totally owe you one.” 

“Yeah. I’ll think of something. Riles, I love you, you know I’d do anything for you.”


We left for Washington at about 8am, since we had to check into our hotel around noon. Farkle slept over the night before in the event we were late. Our parents were all for bringing Farkle along. 

We arrived to Renaissance Washington D.C Hotel about half past noon. We had booked 2 rooms, one for my parents and Auggie to share and one for Farkle and I to share. They are okay with Farkle and I sharing, since they trust him which is perfect.

As I opened the room I instantly collapsed onto the bed. I am so tired sitting in the car for 4 hours. Farkle came in right afterwards, placing all our bags by the end of the bed. I suddenly felt a huge amount of weight on my body. Farkle.

“Farkle, you’re not 5, you’re 17. And I thought I was the childish one.” I laugh, shoving him onto the other side of the bed. I hadn’t even taken a look around the room and I realized there was only one bed. It’s not a problem to be completely honest, sharing a bed with Farkle isn’t old news.

I got up to hang my dress, so that it won’t need to be ironed later. “What time should we start getting ready?” Farkle asked.

“Well the party starts at 6. I’m going to start getting ready at 4, but it’s up to you. I just take forever to get ready. We should be ready by 5:15. The place is about half hour from here.”

“Okay,” Farkle gets up from the bed, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the door, “let’s go get something to eat.” I quickly grabbed my purse before the door closed.


It was about 5 o’clock and I was almost ready. I’m wearing a navy blue dress that reached to my knees and fell down to my ankles in the back. Which I paired along with black 2 inch heels. I was running around the hotel room looking for my purse.

Farkle walked out of the bathroom, clearing his throat. “You forget something?” he says holding my purse. Stunned at first, his appearance blew me away. He was dressed in a nice suit, nothing too formal and nothing too casual. It was just. Perfect. I nodded anxiously, “Thanks Farkle. And you look really nice.” planting a kiss on his cheek. My heels don’t quite make me as tall as him but almost.

“Thanks Riles. You look beautiful, like always.” I smiled at him and packed my purse with the necessary necessities.

“Ready to go? They’re waiting in the lobby.” He nods grabbing my hand and his wallet, before leaving the room.

“Are you ready for tonight?” I inquire knowing how we both feel about lying to my family, as we enter the elevator.

“Well, of course. We went over everything during lunch. I don’t think it’ll be too hard. It’s just one night. And we know everything about each other, so no questions would be asked that we don’t know. What about you?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. And you’re right, there should be nothing to worry about.” still feeling anxious about tonight.

Farkle noticed how uneasy I was feeling and pulled me into a hug. “Thanks Farkle. What would I do without you?” hiding my smile. His hugs give me so much comfort. I love it. “Well, you would be in quite a pickle without me.” We both started laughing and pulled apart at the ding of the elevator, signalling for our floor.

We walked out seeing my parents and Auggie, sitting in the lounge. “Ready for tonight? Farkle’s finally going to meet the Lawrence-Matthews Clan.” mom says excitedly.

“Good Luck.” my dad adds on. “Well sir, if being around you guys has taught me anything, then no one will ever be ready for an entire hall of you guys.” Farkle replies, everyone bursting into laughter.

“It’s good to know that I’ve taught you well.”


When we arrived to the party, most of my cousins were already there. But most of the family hasn’t arrived. The hall is nicely decorated, giving props to my eldest cousin, Lillian, who organized it this year.

I hadn’t let go of Farkle’s hand, him understanding that I was just as nervous as he was. My cousin, Grace, who is the same age as us approached us with her boyfriend trailing behind her.

“RILEY! Oh my god it’s been so long since I’ve seen you. Who’s this? Oh I forgot to introduce you to my boyfriend, this is Jackson. Jackson, this is my cousin Riley that I tell you about like all the time.” Grace has the tendency to ramble.

“It’s good to see you Grace. This is Farkle, my boyfriend. And it’s very nice to meet you Jackson, treat her well.” I laugh, as his reaction instantly turns into concern.

“Don’t worry I will, and it’s nice to meet the both of you.” Jackson shakes both of our hands.

“Farkle, it’s so nice to meet you. How long have you known each other? How long have you guys been dating? How di-“ Grace was interrupted by Jackson. “G, slow it down. You’re talking the poor boy’s ear off”

She huffs, “It’s nice to meet you guys as well. And to answer your questions, Riley and I met 10 years ago. I ‘saved’ her life twice. And we’ve been dating for about a year now.” Farkle answering all of Grace’s questions.

“Hey,” I nudged him “don’t say it like that. You did save my life. If you weren’t there I would’ve drowned.” I protest. “Darling, you just had to lift your head.” he chuckles.

“Anyways, Grace how have you been? I haven’t heard from you in a while.” we started a conversation with the four of us. Until more family arrived and I had to introduce Farkle to all of them.

All of my family seemed to really like Farkle, which I’m extremely glad. I’ll be honest, I don’t know what I would do if my family didn’t like him. He’s my best friend. And if they couldn’t accept him then that’s their problem. Farkle is too important to me to let go, even for my family. I love them and all but he comes pretty high up on my list as well. They seemed to believe that Farkle and I were dating, which kind of surprised me since we don’t even try half the time to make it obvious.

“How are you enjoying the party so far? Nerves coming down?” my thoughts interrupted by Farkle’s voice, ringing through my ears. I turned towards him, “yeah, I was just thinking how glad I am that they like you, I don’t know what I would’ve done if they didn’t. You’re too important to me to lose.” I tell him truthfully.

“Riles, you know you can never lose me. I’m here for you. Always.” he replies getting out of his seat to the washroom, planting a kiss on my cheek.

Always. He will always be there. He’s there for me whenever I need him. When I’m happy or sad. Even when Maya doesn’t see it he does. He’s so sweet, and smart and kind and jus-oh my god. I think I like Farkle. Oh. My. God. I have to call Maya.

I excused myself from the table. Heading towards the lobby and pressing Maya’s contact. “Come on. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.” I suddenly heard Maya’s voice come in through the other line. “Hey Honey, how’s the party?”

“I like Farkle.” I blurted out. My jaw literally dropping not expecting it to come out in that way. “Oh my god. I knew it. I’ve been telling Lucas for like months th-“

“Wait. Back the train up just a bit. What do you mean you knew? You told Lucas??” I questioned her in complete shock. There is no way she knew that I liked him before I did.

“Well Honey, anyone could see it from a mile away and he likes you right back. You guys just haven’t noticed. But the rest of us have.” What did she mean by this, “The two of you aren’t subtle. I mean like. He’s always there for you and seeing things I don’t even see. You two like always sit next to each other in anything.” Do we actually? “And you guys are almost as close as the two of us. Note that I said almost. But other than that, the two of you are perfect for each other. Riles, don’t be scared about this. Trust me. He loves you right back.” He loves me? It took me a while to comprehend what Maya was telling me. But she’s right I’ve been friends with Farkle for far too long to just push this all aside. It won’t hurt our friendship. I believe in it.

“Riles, you still there?” I heard Maya’s voice through the phone. “Of course Peaches. And I have to say you’re right. I shouldn’t be scared. Even if he does love me in that way. There’s nothing that could ruin this friendship. He’d do anything for me. Thanks Maya. You always know what to say. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you.” I replied, smiling. “Love you too Riles and keep me updated.” She said as she hung up.

I walked back into the banquet hall, almost bumping into Farkle for that fact. “Riley I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Seriously hoping I’ll have more up by next week. I’ll try my best I promise. And I’ll try to post more. School’s just been a pain. I hope y’all enjoyed. 

Happy Halloween!! I hope y’all enjoy, and eat as much candy as you can!! 

Stay tuned lads. 


Remember, stop wishing and start trying.

With much love,