i seriously don't know what i'm doing with my life and i passed out on the floor

Show Me Love 12

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot:  Coming home is never easy.  Goodbyes are even harder.

Warnings: The return of Wanda and Nat, girl talk, Language, ANGST

A/N: I’m so sorry.

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⬅️⬅️PART 11 ||| PART 13➡️➡️

You sigh as you shove yourself deeper into your old couch, a glass of water on the coasters you hadn’t used since you moved out, painkillers scattered beside it.  

Wanda had moved into your old bedroom when you moved out, meaning the only place available to crash was the couch.

Thank god it was the most comfortable couch known to man.

Or perhaps it’s because you were too drunk to tell the difference.

Classes weren’t set to start for another week, and after your trip, you were dying for some quality girl time.

That and you couldn’t stand the tension that was hanging between you and Bucky anymore.

And not the good kind.

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Cry of Fear sentence starters
  • Proceed with caution as Cry of Fear is a Horror Game!: .
  • "I've always felt alone."
  • "I don't know if I like it, or if I'm just used to it."
  • "Feeling shit and bitter and angry all the time just... eats away at you."
  • "Hm... No phone credit as usual."
  • "Is that... blood... on the floor?"
  • "I've got to call the police."
  • "Damn it! No signal."
  • "Did I pass out?"
  • "Relax. I'm not one of them."
  • "You shouldn't be here, it's very dangerous."
  • "Are you stupid or something?"
  • "I can't trust you, I don't know if you're real..."
  • "Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!"
  • "Follow the path of inequity, yield not to the light, darkness is your new master."
  • "What the fuck are you talking about?!"
  • "I need help, please!"
  • "Monsters? You're scaring me..."
  • "What are you doing here? Are you hiding up here from those... things?"
  • "I don't know if you know, but I had a pretty hard time at school."
  • "You were... Well, you were pretty much the only person who was kind to me. I wanted to thank you for making my life that little bit more bearable."
  • "You're a cute guy/girl/person, ___."
  • "You're so beautiful, ____"
  • "I've always thought you were just a friend. Nothing more. I'm sorry."
  • "I want to get away from it all. Away from everything. Away from all this."
  • "Bunnies! Everyone loves bunnies!"
  • "Just let me go, ___!"
  • "I got hit by a car, woke up, and these... things have been tying to kill me since."
  • "Everything is... fucked. Could it be that I'm just hallucinating? No. Seriously. Am I? Or is all this just not real?"
  • "I'm confused... I'm just... very confused."
  • "I thought I could handle my emotions, control them, contain them, prove them all wrong, but I was just too weak."
  • "They don't know anything. They only feel the cold touch of their knives."
  • "How they were laughing at me behind their masks when they thought I wasn't looking, laughing at me, thinking they're so good, that they are better than me, pretending to care about me. It's all bullshit!"
  • "I had to take them down with me. They're not laughing any more."
  • "Fuck you."
  • "My friends looked past me and my family abandoned me."
  • "I know you might think I'm not... normal."
  • "Please tell them I'm sorry, I wish them all the best."
  • "I killed them. Shot them both."
  • "I feel better now, more at peace with myself."
  • "I can see the damage I've done."
  • "Sorry man, I'm fucking stoned."
  • "Oh you're gonna regret this. You're gonna regret this BIG TIME!"
nobody in the world

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Title: nobody in the world

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/Reader

Summary: The action of letting go was hard to some, but it was much harder when you had an option.

Delicacy, she isn’t exactly sure if it’s part of a way of dressing, acting or simply part of someone’s personality; whether the word is misused or not, that’s another thing, but she felt elegant while wearing that dress that she had worked so hard to get. Usually, she didn’t like going to parties, much less the ones with big chandeliers, hypocritical conversations and lots of drinks and meals that she couldn’t comprehend properly because they had such long names that were most likely in another language. As far as she knew, she’d prefer to be at her apartment, cuddling with her cat and earning a well deserved rest after working for so many years for the same company. Indeed, she’d love to, but at the same time, there’s no option in this case. The company had gotten the biggest deal in a good amount of years, so she had to be there to celebrate. However, she decided to keep her words to herself and spend her time on her phone, legs crossed and playing with some application that she downloaded especially for that day.

Naturally, she was a really simple girl. The only thing she wanted to do was work, more at that time. It had been rough for her a couple of months back, a relationship that she would like to forget, a few rumors here and there and it’s obvious that everyone is looking at her. She doesn’t blame them, sinning had always been the main point of view when it’s public, even when everyone does it at some point in their lives, but she knows that what she did was extremely wrong, much more when her powerful eyes look up from her phone after the words ‘game over’ shined brightly on the screen and her eyes settled over one of the most famous people in that entire party, and probably the one that individuals wanted to talk to the most. Kwon Jiyong, she knows that name perfectly well.

If she had to say a word to describe him, it would be the word that she didn’t understand and that she had mentioned earlier, delicacy. A small smile, gestures that weren’t heavy or disrespectful, hard to talk to but easy to approach and a way of hooking people up in his charming ways with only a glance. She knows it better than anyone else; she knows the way he fixes his tie delicately from time to time, how he has to take a breather to stop himself from saying something that he shouldn’t and how many secrets he hides behind those smiles of his. One of those secrets was her and it only took a divorce to have her known as the name she despised so much.

A mistress.

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Keep me where the light is

Member : Min Yoongi/Suga Aka the reason of all my struggles.  

Request : Yoongi or Taehyung Fairy au fluff 😍 when you find him lying in park or some other place and take care of him 💞 thank you. I changed it up a little hope you dnt mind 

Originally posted by jongdaeisabun

It was just another lazy day at home. Your roommate was gone for the week, having contracted a bad cold and used it as an excuse to go back home, leaving you alone in the dorm. You filled the emptiness of silence without her continuous loud laughter with an even louder music, going through the homework you’ve been piling up out of pure laziness.

There was a loud thud from the inside of the shared bedroom. You turned the music down, just to make sure it wasn’t your brain creating a sweet distraction from the constant staring at the words which at one point seemed to all blend into a huge incomprehensive mess. After listening for a few seconds, stillness settling into the small dorm, you decided that it was indeed just the trick of your own imagination.

Bending down to replay the music from your phone when the sound reiterated once more, even louder than before. You jumped to your feet grabbing the first thing that looked like a weapon, which in this case was a small scissors that honestly couldn’t even hurt a fly, but to you it seemed the deadliest among the pile of papers and pens.

You made your way to the room, as slowly and carefully as you could afford with the silence amplifying the stomps of your feet against the floor, trying to listen further for any kind of movement from inside. You turned the doorknob, storming inside the room like a soldier ready for combat. One hand covering the soft side of the scissors while the other was still on the doorknob. But, there wasn’t anything nor anyone roaming around, or what you thought to be a thief, he was there, laying still on the ground as if lifeless, if not for the light rise in his chest you would have deemed him to be dead.

The man looked human but there was a glow illuminating from his entity. Not the romantic, love at first sight glow, his body was literally beaming with a faint silver light that enveloped his body like a cocoon contrasting with the slightly darker gray in his hair that seemed to fall just perfectly over his forehead. The hand you held up in defense was brought down to your side, he didn’t look like he was any kind of dangerous for a man who appeared out of nowhere, on the contrary he seemed like he needed help.

You took a few steps until you were towering over him, intently observing his soothing breathing, the quiver in his eyes as they moved under the tightly shut eyelids, and the way his full plump lips parted as he breathed. He was sleeping, or at least that’s what it looked like.

Don’t touch him Your mind, and senses, screamed when you sunk to your knees, your fingertips hovering over the bruise on his cheek, having a better visual of the blood damped strands of hair around the bad looking cut of his forehead that you couldn’t see before. For a moment, you did nothing but stare at his porcelain perfect looking complexion that felt softer than a baby’s skin, partially in admiration and partially in envy.

“ Are you okay ?” You whispered mostly to yourself, your voice getting caught in your throat, when his eyes squeezed tighter in pain as you tried to brush away the few hairs that stuck to the wound. The glow grew stronger, blinking a few times before fading completely. His sudden movement made you freeze to the core, his hand firmly gripping your wrist, yanking your fingers away from him. It took you a moment to process, jerking your hand away and moving back, pointing the ’ weapon’ you had at him.

He opened his eyes, a mesmerizing blue to them that disappeared instantly settling to a deep brown, sitting up. “ What are you going to do with it ?” He scoffed in a hoarse deep voice, almost as captivating as his looks “ Tickle me ?”. You didn’t have time to feel offended by his words, although it was present in the back of your mind. He squirmed in his place, letting out a low grunt of discomfort as he moved to face you, crossing his legs in front of him.

“ What … Who are you ?” You tilted your head a little, only now thinking about it, your dorm was on the sixth floor. You turned glancing at the only slightly opened window, it was impossible for him to climb up, at least not without being seen. You looked back at him, meeting his steady gaze, studying you the same way you were him.

“ Who are you ? ” He asked mimicking your tone.

“ You’re the one who broke into my house, you know ” Your voice rose a little in frustration, making him flinch by how loud you were being to his sensitive, sleep ridden ears.

“ I didn’t mean to, this was as far as I could go so calm down. I’ll leave ” He stood up, his mind going white for a moment with how fast he moved, stumbling back until he landed on the edge of the bed “ Maybe not ” He breathed out rubbing his temples.

You followed his lead, getting to your feet once more, putting just enough distance between the two of you just staring at him not sure whether to offer help, whatever that would be, or to call the police on the stranger. You sighed, letting your guard down completely, how ever the hell he was able to go in or who he was didn’t really matter he was questionably a human who needed help. Blame it on your kindness, blame it on your curiosity.

You looked through your nightstand, passing him with your gaze not even once wavering away from his deep hooded eyes. You were messing things around, creating a loud disrupting noise, murmuring something to yourself quietly.

“ What do you think you’re doing ?” He hunched back when you reached for his forehead with a cotton ball.

“ You need to treat that, stay still ” You pulled him back by his shirt, kneeling down between his legs to reach his face better.

“ What’s the use in that, if it’s going to heal on its own anyways ?” He scoffs pushing your hand away. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head in dismay.

“ What’s the use in living if you will die anyways ?”

“ I won’t die ” He mumbled under his breath. You cleaned the blood off his scraped cheek, earning a few low grunts from him as the alcohol settled on the cut, it looked like someone punched him square in the face. He sighed when you pulled away to get a bandage, which happened to be a very pinky and girly one, courtesy of your roommate.

“ Pink ? Really ?” He whined, pouting, but not moving away this time instead leaning slightly into your touch. He seemed to be letting his guard down.

For a split second, you saw his hair lighten up into the same color of the bandage, before settling into a light red. You furrowed your eyebrows and again you found yourself silently watching him, curiosity mixed with a little of fear brewing in your mind.

“ I didn’t think I was that beautiful ” He joked seeing the way you were lost in him.

“ Who are you ?” You breathed out, tilting your head waiting for an answer he was not giving. You had to ask over and over again, while trying to fix his forehead without hurting him even more.

“ Stop that ” He said, gripping your wrist, starting to get frustrated with your repeated questioning. You shook your head, slapping his hand away from yours, “ I won’t until you tell me who you are and how you got in. So, save us both the time and just tell me ”

“ You humans call us fairies” He spoke as if he was ashamed of the word which only made you chuckle at his pouty expression, unable to make fun of him.

“ Hmm, I see” You stood back up, messing his hair on top of the gauze to cover it, looking away for a moment then back at him with a smirk “ Do I get three wishes for helping you ?”

“ I’m not joking, I am a fairy ” He insisted when you laughed louder.

“ I’m not joking either. So, Mr. Fairy, what happened to you that you ended up in my room ?” You plunged down on the other side of the bed, leaning back on your hands, your eyes still on him.

“ Yoongi, just call me Yoongi ” Having had enough of your sarcastic tone, he gave up leaning back against the mattress shutting his eyes for a second “ And it’s a long story ”

“ Well, I’m not going anywhere, you can tell me. I’ll gladly hear you out” He sat back up, squinting his eyes at you then letting a short smile twist in his expression before he hid it away.

“ Why are you doing this for me ? You don’t even know who I am ”

“ I do though. You’re a fairy named Yoongi with a shitty temper ” You smiled back when he glared, letting it linger for a moment, “ I’m also an incredibly nice person so yeah, you should be thankful you landed on me. Or else you would’ve been sitting in a police cell right now ” He finally let his gummy grin show, his eyes disappearing into the smile in the cutest way possible. If he was captivating while serious, this was almost mesmerizing, maybe he was magical after all.

“ Thank you ” He whispered, hoping you wouldn’t hear, but still saying it loud enough for you to do so.

“ But seriously, do I get three wishes ?”

Why did I even think I can write fluff xD ? Sorry anon if this wasn’t what you had in mind <3

Unintended Chapter 3


summary: Foreston Academy was the very last resort for angry, lonely Dan Howell. He never could have imagined meeting anyone like Phil Lester, and Phil never could have known that befriending his new roommate would change his life entirely.

Is there such a thing as being too forgiving?

betas: comefeedmyobsession and kaleidanscope

wc: ~4k 

warnings: descriptions of fire

a/n: i am alrEADY so sick of uploading this only another 10 chapters and an epilogue to go((((((:

Even though PJ hadn’t actually mentioned to Phil taking Dan down to Firespot, the thought had still raced through Phil’s head as an extension to their conversation as he headed back down the hallway.

Although this thought made him sad, Phil was ever an optimistic person, and believed that Foreston and his own supportiveness towards Dan together would eventually get Dan to come round. If Phil couldn’t take Dan down to Firespot tonight, maybe he could another night.

When Phil arrived back in the room, Dan and Alyssa unlocked lips to each give Phil an angry scowl.

‘I am not leaving,’ said Phil, stretching his arms with a loud yawn and starting to hum a tune happily as he took out a notepad.

Dan and Alyssa stared in shock.

'I’m just gonna draft out a letter to the family,’ chirped Phil, partly radiating his usual sunshine, but partly enjoying the horrified looks on their faces. Alyssa had been quite the bitch in the past, and even he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get on her nerves a bit.

Still humming, he flipped the pages in his notebook noisily, crackling the paper and clicking his pen a few times when he saw Dan’s hand tracing back towards Alyssa’s boob.

He leapt up and smiled widely at the two teenagers.

'Mind if I put some music on?’ He was still happy and smiling, and skipped over to the mini-stereo without waiting for an answer.

He half wasn’t expecting one, he seemed to have shocked them so much, but Dan was clearing his throat and glaring at him.

'Uh? Yeah? I do mind!’

Phil turned up a Blink-182 track before doing a little dance and turning back to Dan, desperately trying not to laugh and to keep his smile genuine.

'What!?’ He shouted, cupping a hand around his ear, 'What did you say?’

'I said,’ screamed back Dan, 'turn the fucking music down!’


/I’ll add some blink lyrics here but I want something really good and couldn’t think of anything appropriate off the top of my head so any suggestions are appreciated!!/

'Turn it down!’ He turned back to Alyssa and Phil saw him tell her to ignore him, before trying to make out with her again. She looked back at him with disgust, clambering off the tiny bed with equal scowls of disdain at both of the boys, turning off the stereo and striding towards the door with her hips rocking.

'Wait! Alyssa! Where’re you going?!’ Dan slid off the bed towards the door but Alyssa turned round sharply.

'Out. I’ll come back when you can be arsed to put me before your loser roommate.’


Alyssa’s eyebrows shot up her high forehead.

'Don’t fucking call me that,’ she hissed, before spitting on the carpeted floor and picking her way out of the room and into the corridor, slamming the door as hard as she was able.

Phil knew Alyssa, and if Dan wanted to keep her, he needed to go after her now. Luckily, Dan was too busy being angry at Phil.

'What the fuck, do you think you’re doing?’

'Ew, gross. She spat on the floor.’

'Hey, wanker! Are you listening to me!?’

'I reckon you should clean this up.’

'What?!’ Dan was stunned. He hadn’t thought that his roommate was quite so… Audacious.

'Yeah, well, you seem happy for her spit to be in your mouth, so it shouldn’t be an issue to clean off the floor, right?’

Dan’s face was filled with such anger that Phil’s courage started to crumble.

This boy had been expelled. For what? What had he done? And what could he do to Phil?

Fury clouded Dan’s face and his chocolate eyes turned to dark stones. Phil started backing up against the other side of the room.

'Who. The. Fuck,’ he hissed, each word thrown as a silver knife slicing through Phil, 'do you think you are?’


'How. Dare. You!’

Dan’s hands had curled into quivering fists of anger. Phil thought of Chris and PJ, locked away in their own cosy room at the other end of the corridor. He didn’t own a mobile phone, and neither did Peej.

'Dan, I’m sorry! I didn’t realise she was… Important..?’ Dan had only met her today! Why was he so furious?! Especially after the way he had treated Phil all day!

Dan’s brain unfogged briefly, just enough for him to respond to Phil’s comment. Of course Alyssa wasn’t important. He didn’t even like her that much. But- But- Phil had-

What exactly had Phil done? Interrupted them? The reason Alyssa had left was because he, Dan, wouldn’t stand up to Phil.

Well, he thought, red flooding his vision again as he remembered Phil’s rude comments about him cleaning up Alyssa’s spit, Dan would stand up to Phil now. That would show him. That would show everyone.

'Dan,’ he heard Phil whimper as he approached the pathetic specimen, and all Dan could do was laugh. He loved it when he was more powerful than another, loved the feeling of someone else being completely helpless right in front of him. It made him feel whole, it made him feel alive.

'Dan, you don’t want to hurt me,’ Phil was sliding down the wall as Dan raised his fists with a cruel glare, 'no, seriously, you can’t get kicked out on your first day! Your parents-’

His parents. His parents. How did Phil know about his parents!? How could he possibly know!?

Dan’s hand slammed into Phil’s shoulder, pinning him against the wall, their noses only inches apart as Dan hissed into Phil’s face.

'What do you know about my parents!?’

'Nothing! Nothing, I just- what would they say if you got expelled again-’

Phil quickly flicked his face to one side to try and protect himself, assuming his comment would only rile Dan up, but it infact had the opposite effect.

Dan took a deep gulp, eyes beading with tears, and crumpled to the floor, letting go of Phil immediately, who ended up crumpled beside him.

To Phil’s utter horror, Dan’s eyes started streaming, his breath coming in thick raspy heaves.


'Why can’t I-’ Dan wailed, ’-do anything right!?’ He thrust his head against the wall and Phil had to dive out of the way to avoid being headbutted.

'Dan-’ Phil grabbed Dan’s shoulders and pulled him back as he attempted to hit his head again, 'Dan- please stop, please,’ the boy was scaring Phil now.

'I’m so useless! I’m just this huge fuck-up, Phil, I- I-’

'Dan, please stop. You’re not a fuck-up, you’re just-’


Dan dissolved into tears so ferocious that his body shook with each sob as he curled up on the carpet, arms wrapped desperately around his body. Phil was shocked to put it mildly; this outburst was worse than any of Dan’s tears he had experienced yesterday.

'You don’t know me,’ Dan muttered, gasping for air between the violent sobs.

'Then, Dan,’ Phil put a gentle hand on Dan’s shoulder, pushing him up into a sitting position, 'let me.’ Phil laughed at how anime he sounded, and Dan stared in confusion, his sobs slowing but the tears still running a river down his cheeks. 'I mean, um, let me get to know you. Tell me about you…’ He broke off as Dan fell into fresh howls of sorrow, this time completely and utterly inconsolable.

For the second time in the two days Dan had been at Foreston, Dan missed his dinner. But this time, Phil did as well. Although Phil could do nothing to help the boy, he stayed there holding his hand until the tears subsided and he collapsed on his bed into a troubled sleep.




'Where is he right now?’

'In our room, wiped out. That’s why I have to be quick- I want to be there when he wakes up. God knows what he could do.’ And plus, thought Phil, he wanted Dan to know Phil was there for him, no matter how much of a 'fuck-up’ Dan thought hewas.

'Ok, I can probably do that. You game, Chris?’

Chris shouted over from the corner, where he was busy tapping away on a laptop, 'Yeah, yeah Phil, you can count on us! I mean, I don’t have a clue what you actually want me to do, I wasn’t listening, So bear that in mind when I say I’m happy to help. If 'help’ means you want to cheer him up by selling my body to him, I’m afraid I may be out…’

'You’re a prat, Chris,’ snorted PJ as Phil laughed.


Dan was awoken by the tinkling of a tune he thought he recognised, but couldn’t place for the life of him.


As Dan’s eyes slowly unglued themselves, he rolled over in his bed (nearly falling out in the process) to watch a tall black-haired figure stumble across the room to turn off the glowing object that was emitting the weirdly familiar music.

Dan’s brain slightly waking up, he realised that it was Phil’s fancy clock, and that the music must be an alarm. A glance at the garish letters told him that it was past midnight on a Monday so, technically, as his sluggish mind pointed out to him, it was Tuesday.

Phil turned round when he heard Dan groan.

'You awake?’

Dan simply grunted, dragging his duvet clumsily over his head with another groan when Phil opened the curtain to let a bright stream of moonlight glow up the room.

'Come on!’ Dan pushed the cover away from his head for a moment to see that Phil was practically skipping with excitement.

Then he remembered.


'Come on come on come on!’ Phil was next to Dan’s bed, positively glowing with excitement, before he grabbed Dan’s hand and yanked him out from his warm cosy den of sleep, pulling him towards the door.

'Phil, I’m in my underwear!’

Phil turned round and looked the boy up and down briefly before the two of the dissolved into giggles.

'Grab a t-shirt and jacket,’ he whispered, pushing him towards the wardrobe before the two of them started giggling again.




When Phil got back from Chris and PJ’s room that evening, he only had to wait another half hour for Dan to wake up.

When he did, Dan was a mess.

'Please don’t make me tell you anything.’


'I don’t want… I mean, I think… You would hate me… More than now… I…’

'Shut up Dan,’ Phil’s voice was soft, and he put an arm around Dan, the two of them now sat on Dan’s bunk with their backs propped up against the wall together, 'I actually don’t hate you, you don’t seem to be able to comprehend-’

'You would,’ Dan’s voice was almost inaudible.

'You’re not following me, Dan, I don’t care what you’ve done in the past, what’s important is-’

'Phil, I’m a fuck-up. You’re not. And I just… I just don’t want to talk about it.’

Phil did want to talk about it. In his experience, nothing helped better than a friend. But he didn’t want to push Dan away, so he decided to let it go for now.

'Can we be friends, Dan?’

Dan was silent as he stared down at his hands. Phil was starting to notice that Dan could never keep his hands still - he was always fidgeting, twitching his fingers or tapping away as though he was perpetually playing a keyboard in his head.

'I don’t know,’

'Why? Am I… Am I doing something wrong?!’

'No, no! I mean… We just, those other guys, David and Patrick and Alyssa,hey’re more like me. Not you… Not you, Phil.’

'How are they more like you? They’re all… Well, to put it bluntly Dan, they’re all kinda dickheads.’

Silence. And then: 'Exactly.’

Phil didn’t know what to say to that.

'You don’t have to be like them.’ Is what he settled for at length, trying desperately to break the silence.

'I am though. I can’t change who I am.’

'You’re not! I was watching you today, Dan, and you looked bored! You’re interesting and funny and creative and you don’t need to hang round with idiots like that because you feel like that’s what you deserve, or whatever it is you think.’

'Shut up waffling. And plus; those “idiots” are my friends.’

Dan’s voice was cold, and Phil panicked. Could he do nothing right with this boy? He had always thought he was good with people - he made friends easily and most people who knew him adored him -yet he didn’t seem to be able to do anything right with Dan.

'I’m sorry,’ he mumbled, also staring at his own pale hands now, 'I… please don’t hate me.’

Dan’s hands were slightly more tanned than Phil’s, his fingers less long and nails less nibbled. Phil watched as he interlaced his fingers agitatedly, giving away some of the emotion his passive face hid so well.

'I don’t hate you,’ Phil heard Dan whisper.

Phil knew what he wanted to say now.

'Come to Firespot with me tonight. It’s fun, you can actually get to know my friends… Maybe we can start afresh, If you want?’


'I told you 'bout it last night - the campfire thing out in the woods.’ Dan’s face was blank. 'Just after I turned the lights out and you were pretending to be asleep…’

Phil wondered if he’d upset Dan or if the boy would just deny it, but to his delight Dan just chuckled a little and looked up at him with a tiny sad smile on his face.

'Yeah… yeah, ok.’ At that moment Phil’s stomach gave a rumble, 'Hh god, you didn’t get anything to eat, did you!?’

'Oh it’s fine, I’ve sorted it,’ Phil flashed a wide smile at Dan, trying desperately and mostly failing to hide how overjoyed he was that Dan was coming to Firespot with him, before jumping off the bed and hopping over to the stereo.

'Help me pick something to listen to, friend.’



'So… What was your alarm song thing? I think I might have recognised it.’

'Oh, um, it’s from the soundtrack to some anime film.’

They spoke in whispers because they were creeping down the grounds together, having gotten out of the building successfully and gone out through the conservatory doors that were left open every Monday night for the students who were in the know about Firespot. Dan had insisted on putting on some proper clothes and shoes; there was no way he was going to a campfire in the middle of the night dressed only in his underwear.

'Which film? I love anime!’

'One of the Ghibli ones, I think? It’s bad, but I can’t actually remember, I’ve had it as my alarm for so long.’

'What’s your favourite anime Phil?’ The grass was soft and springy under Dan’s feet, the moonlight bright and Dan’s excitement was building.

'Film or show?’

'Either. Both. I don’t know!’

‘It has to be Iwatobi Swim Club in terms of show, I mean, all the muscles. I identify with Gou spiritually.’

‘Oh yes! I love that show, how it just,’ Dan clenched his fist, staring at the ground all of a sudden, ‘ended without warning.’

The moon shone brightly in the sky and autumn leaves crunched under their feet as they tiptoed down towards the dark treeline across the grounds.

They talked in hushed voices about things they liked and things they didn’t like, about books and films and shows and games, and because Phil didn’t ask about anything to do with Dan’s past, the conversation was light and easy and enjoyable.

Turns out, thought Dan, maybe he could hold a good conversation. Or maybe it was just Phil.

Soon they were close to the trees, and when he really listened hard during the gaps in conversation, Dan thought he could hear the quiet strains of music coming from somewhere in the woods.

They wandered a little further until they were past the treeline, Phil picking his way through the dark woods easily.

'Listen,’ whispered Phil mid- sentence, pulling one hand to his ear and the other grabbing Dan’s forearm, forcing Dan to stop walking and stand stock-still next to Phil. 'You hear them?’

Dan did hear them. the sound of music, and beneath it laughter and chatter and happiness. It filled him with a buzz, which only increased when he looked over at Phil, who was gazing at him with a strange mix of excitement and anticipation and… pride. He was proud of this school, of Firespot, of everything he had to show his new roommate, Dan realised.

Dan had an overwhelming urge to throw his arms around Phil and pull him into a tight hug, to say thankyou for helping him and understanding him and not hating him, even after the shitty way Dan had behaved over the last couple of days. He wanted to be here in the woods on this cool September night and hold his first ever… friend- since childhood- close under the moonlight streaming through the leaves above them and just… say thankyou.

The emotion was overwhelming when Dan realised that he considered Phil a friend. So much so that he honestly did consider trying to hug him, just for a second.

But of course he didn’t.


(a/n: this next bit is all about the campfire, inc. roasting marshmallows etc)


Just as they approached the clearing, Dan closed his eyes and inhaled the cool night air- it smelt like pine wood and burning and silver moonlight.

Moonlight has a smell, trust me. If you don’t know that then you haven’t been out in the middle of the autumn in a wood at midnight with a raven-haired boy with shining blue eyes staring back at you with excitement and pride, tiny clouds of warm air spiralling out into the darkness every time he takes an excited little puff of breath.

Phil took Dan’s hand in his own cold soft one, and pulled him forwards through the trees. Dan was so taken by surprise by the gentle contact that he for a second froze in Phil’s grasp, staring at their intertwined hands.

Phil followed his gaze, ‘Oh, sorry,’ he said, letting go, a hot pink blush flooding his pale cool cheeks.

Dan instantly felt the warmth leaving his hand. ‘No, no. I… I like it. Friendly. I…’ he wasn’t making any sense, so silently took another deep breath and a step forwards, grasping Phil’s hand tightly in his own. The boy looked at Dan and smiled a happy smile.

They stood there for a second in the shadows, moonlight playing on their hair and skin and faces, before Phil took the first step forward.

‘S’gonna be okay,’ he whispered to Dan, who had not really relaxed ever since the arms of the trees had first surrounded them- he hated trees, and to be right in their midst felt incredibly claustrophobic and intimidating. But with a warm hand squeeze and a smile from Phil, the two boys walked forward together through the dark silhouettes of the trees, taking their steps slowly as their feet crunched on the autumn leaves beneath them.

And with a precipitous blaze of surprise, the trees around them were flickering with golden light, and the laughter and the music and the happiness filled their ears and a radiant beam filled Phil’s face from ear to ear, and Dan dissolved into a dreamlike state as Phil dragged him around the circle and introduced him to everyone, and the music tickled his eardrums and tempted his body and the fire- the huge fire in the centre of the clearing- made everything golden and his eyes stream and his nose smell soot and barbeque food and the flames danced around him expressing every emotion at once.

He was surrounded by beautiful people bathed in golden orange light dancing and twirling and laughing, everyone with huge smiles on their faces and uncaring of what other people would make of them- simply having fun with their friends. There were two boys further back sat on a log, cloaked in shadows, playing guitars, a girl tapping a tambourine, and lots of people singing. Dan could see a few other instruments around- a ukulele lay abandoned, another girl held a flute in her lap- but they weren’t playing. Dan hoped he’d get to hear them later.

Dan was afraid of a lot of things- for example moths and darkness and trees- three things that were all present tonight, in fact- but he wasn’t afraid of fire. He wasn’t afraid of the way fire danced and flickered and shone light upon everything in its vicinity. Dan found fire exquisite and enchanting, and soon was so under the happy friendly dancing spell of Firespot that he found himself understanding why Phil loved it so much. He found himself loving it.

‘Dan,’ whispered Phil in his ear, ‘earth to Dan!’

Dan looked up at Phil, sat on the log next to him, smirking and handing him a stick with a marshmallow speared on the end of it. PJ and Chris were already crouching beside the flames, the fire licking their marshmallows and painting them black. Dan’s mouth started to water- he hadn’t eaten any dinner.

As Dan and Phil got up from the logs and approached the fire, Phil leaned again to Dan and whispered, ‘Peej and Chris went down to the kitchens for us earlier- we have tons of food to eat! To be honest, everyone here usually makes quite an event of the first night back at Firespot- a midnight feast, if you will.’

Dan felt drunk with happiness as he toasted marshmallows over the flickering dancing heat with Phil, Chris and PJ joining them so they could all take their first bites together- and it was all the gooey slimy sugary burn-your-tongue goodness that Dan could ever have dreamed of. It felt like heaven.

‘So… Tell me more about,’ Dan gestured around him, ‘the people here.’

The looks on PJ and Phil’s faces were made simultaneously of sunshine and moonlight, flickering flames and light laughter. Phil’s tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth.

‘We here,’ said Phil, ‘we’re /all/ misfits.’



These people- they liked him. They accepted him.

At least, Dan thought they did. He surely must be wrong- but…

He couldn’t ask- he couldn’t- he would sound so needy, so lame…

But he loved it here. These people were so much more fun than who he had spent time with today. He realised how much rather he would be here, accidentally setting sausages on fire over a bonfire with Phil, than making out with a girl he barely knew- someone who deep down, he didn’t actually really like…

But why would these people like him? Why would anybody actually like Dan? He had been so awful…


Dan even considered that it was all an elaborate set-up, that at some point Phil and Chris and PJ would jump out and go ‘ha! We hate you really! You fell for it! Idiot!’ Dan knew it was stupid, but he just couldn’t help himself.

Dan watched the flames, overwhelmed by the personal conflict, until as if he had heard his thoughts, Dan felt Phil nudge his arm.

‘I’m really glad you’re here Dan,’ he whispered, blue eyes shining bright with honesty.

‘Really?’ Dan’s comment was almost inaudible, but Phil heard it.


Dan had to turn away before Phil saw the tears of happiness that were pooling in his eyes. He had to do it, he thought. A new leaf. A fresh start.

Perhaps…. Perhaps it was possible after all.

Dan lay his head on Phil’s shoulder. The boy looked over, surprised, before relaxing into his side with a smile, their warm bodies pressed together.

It was so late, and Chris’ eyes were so heavy, his senses dulled by the food and the fun and the extraordinariness of the night. But he had never felt more happy than now, as he leant back against the bark of a tree and watched the silhouette of his roommate spiral joyously through the flames, completely unaware of how beautiful a dancer he was. Chris yawned and closed his eyes for a second, the image of PJ burning into his retinas, a feeling of longing sweeping over him along with the powerful wave of tiredness.

PJ was far too perfect- he was kind and funny and ridiculously creative- he danced like a god with a orange halo of light highlighting every loose strand of his wild hair, the flickering flames causing the sweat on his face to shine, his lips an orange-pink.

Chris had only known him two days, so how was it that he felt he had loved him for all his life?

Stop it, Chris he was drifting off, eyes closed, head back against the tree trunk, Stop being stupid, his head was so heavy…. You barely know him

That night, as PJ (with assistance from a tired Phil) carried Chris back to the room, unable to arouse him, they didn’t know that he was deep in a dream containing the very boy who held him.

4. nightmares - masterpost

The Closest Thing to Godliness


It all starts with Dean really needing to think about what he says before he comes.

It’s their first night off in what seems like forever, so he and Sam have treated themselves to a not-entirely-too-shabby motel. Dean is soaking in the bath, with the bathroom door locked and a hand firmly on his junk. He figures this is all the luxury he’s likely to get for the next, oh, forever, so he pulls out his most secret of secret fantasies.

The angel of the Lord who, as he grips himself tight, is all set to save him from frustration.

‘Holy f-’ he gasps, biting his lip. This’ll be the first orgasm he’s had in a fortnight and he’s dying for it. Sam’s in the next room though so he’s gotta be quiet, biting his lip through a filthy litany of fantasy-induced mumbling. He whimpers ’gnuh come, Cas’ closing his eyes tight shut.

And with a flutter of all-too-familiar wings, the angel appears by his side.

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Bond With the Fishes

Prompt from codenameianto: I was thinking about the “don’t step on that fish, castiel” line, and just- what if cas can talk to fish? like, an angel thing? and team fw are walking across the street to the grocery store or whatever and pass like a petco with goldfish on display in the windows? cas hearing all of the fish horror stories of the pet store and buying EVERY LAST FISHY there. destiel bunker + like 200 fish.


“What are you guys, twelve?!” As loud as Dean screamed it across the street, he knew it went on deaf ears. With a heavy sigh, the hunter ducked his head and busied himself unloading the groceries into the Impala by himself.

When the last bag was stuffed into the back seat, and the door was slammed, Dean found himself muttering curses under his breath as he made his way across the street. He knew the moment Sam mentioned that there might be puppies or kittens at Petco that Castiel would be gooey eyed over the place. All he wanted was to go back to the bunker and soak in a tub of water that would melt the skin off of his aching bones. But he didn’t grumble anymore when he walked into the building and saw his brother crouching down with a golden retriever on his lap.

It wasn’t every day Dean got to see that spark in Sam’s eyes, the same spark that used to be apparent before Sam found out about the supernatural. It took Dean’s breath away as he stood stone still in the middle of the pet store. The puppy was yipping and lapping at Sam’s cheeks, making the taller man coo and laugh heartedly.

Dean found himself walking over toward Sam with a smile on his face. “No dogs at the bunker, Sammy.”

“You’re such a party pooper.” Sam stuck out his tongue at his older brother before turning his attention back to the ball of fur now curling up against his shins. “She could be a guard dog.”

“Nope.” Dean’s heart hurt a little to deny this but he knew it was for the best. “Our life is no place for a pet.”

“Then you should probably go find Cas. My best guess is he went straight for the guinea pigs.” Sam shot Dean a shit-eating grin. “Good luck saying no to his ‘puppy face’.”

“Fuck.” Dean turned on his heel before searching frantically through the store. All he needed was his angel to bring home a box full of rodents.

The more empty isles he came upon the more worried he grew. He breathed in relief when he saw that the guinea pig area was Cas-free. Then his gut dropped to the floor. His eyes fell on a dark-haired head on top of a tan trenchcoat at the register. The closer Dean got, the more he could hear what Castiel was saying along with his flailing arms.

“They’re trapped in there! When do you feed them?! They are starving! One of them dies and you allow it to float there for hours! How could you be so blatantly cruel to one of God’s creatures?!” Castiel was menacingly glaring down the worker with the wrath of God Himself.

“Shit,” Dean murmured under his breath when he saw how red his angel’s face was. Taking in a deep breath, he reached out and pressed his palm against Cas’ choulder softly. “Hey, sweetheart? What’s going on here?”

Castiel’s blue eyes flashed over to meet his, a little of the anger receding. “They are miserable here, Dean! I will not allow for such a monumental creature to be treated as such!”

“’Monumental creature’?” Dean glanced over at the worker to see that she was flushing and looking anyway but at them. “How do you know they’re miserable? They could love-“

“They told me.” Cas stated simply before turning back to the worker. “I am taking all of them.”

Her eyes widened comically as her jaw fell open. “All of them?”

“Yes. I don’t care about the cost.” Castiel reached into his coat pocket. “Please have them bagged for me. I will also need a tank.”

“’A tank’? ‘All of them’? Wait, what-“ Dean felt like he was living his worst nightmare right there in Petco. “Cas, we can’t-“

The angel tilted his head to give Dean a seriously deadly glare. “Are you going to stop me?”

Dean swallowed thickly and shook his head. “No.”

As the three of them were driving back to the bunker in the Impala, Castiel was idly chatting with the fish that were bagged and spread out across the entire back seat and floor. Dean couldn’t find the heart to pretend like this wasn’t one of the reasons why he loved Cas so much. And even though he spent a week getting dirty looks from Sam, he thought it was worth it when he’d see Castiel reading a book by one of the many tanks now littering the library.

woozihacks  asked:

“Come out. Please.” and Daisuga!! :)

Bless your soul this one was so much fun to do. (1200 words counts as microfic … right … ?)

Hiding in the closet sure is ironic

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Words: 1261

“Come out. Please.”

Daichi’s voice was muffled through the wood door, cool against Suga’s burning cheek. He could swear his lips were still tingling, which seemed very ironic to him considering how that whole thing had gone down, and he curled in further on himself, burying his face in his hands. How was he supposed to look Daichi in the eyes again … ?

“You’re going into overthinking mode again.”

How on earth was it overthinking mode when it was the only sensible thing to know that a friendship wouldn’t recover from something like a drunk love confession and a very horribly aimed kiss which was mostly upper lip and a bit of nose and then squeaking and hiding in a closet as soon as he saw his friend/crush/captain the next day and honestly a closet how ironic could he even get -

“Suga. I can hear your anxious thoughts through the door. Don’t turn into a goofball, too.”

“Don’t be so hard on Asahi, he’s doing his best,” Suga mumbled back, miserably.

He didn’t want to talk about Asahi right now. He didn’t want to talk about anything. In fact, he just wanted to cease existing for a bit.

Maybe he should move countries. And change his name. And rewire his heart because that damn thing and the damn feelings had made him do all this in the first place and he would never touch alcohol again in his life and it had been a bad idea anyway and -

“Are you going to stay in there all day?”


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anonymous asked:

Can you do something on what it would be like grocery shopping with 5sos? Like who jut pushes the cart while you do the browsing? Who disappears and you find them playing with the melons? Who rides the cart and tries to make you push it? I think it'd be cute. I don't know. Just a silly idea.

The boys were tired. It wasn’t a cute kind of tired with occasional yawns and sleepy smiles, it was the, “fuck off, don’t look at me, let me sleep” tired. 

But they needed groceries, and desperately. The only time the band could get a moment without fans mobbing them was in the 24 hour grocery store down the street from your own apartment. Having four tall Australian band members as your best mates wasn’t necessarily ideal, but it was your life. And being there for them whenever meant helping them stock their fridge.

“But seriously, can’t we just go to McDonalds?”

Michael had a shit-eating grin on his unshaven face like he’d just thought of the best idea ever. You were grabbing a kart and pushing it into the first aisle of cereals, your comfy running shoes squeaking against the floors while your six-foot plus friends followed behind you.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to eat McDonalds every day for a week,” Luke said reasonably, rubbing his eyes and groaning.

He was beside you then, looking down at the little piece of paper you had placed in the basket of your kart, a list of groceries for the boys. “I also don’t think it’s a good idea to buy cabbage,” he twisted his face before nodding behind him. “These guys would murder you.”

“Cabbage?” You heard Ashton squeal from ten feet behind you where he and Calum were looking at the Frosted Flakes. “Disgusting,” he muttered.

“Come on guys,” you sighed, stopping to watch Michael run around the corner and appear a second later with a large cantaloupe in his hands. He laughed to himself and quickly tossed it to Luke underhand.

“Luke!” he called out, “Let’s play cantaloupe-ball.”

“The hell is that?” Calum mumbled, appearing beside Luke and snatching the fruit from his hands. “Your version of football?”

“Lads I’m not sure which one to get.” Behind you, Ashton was still trying to decide between Frosted Flakes and Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

“Just get both, not like you’re on a budget,” you mumbled. 

Meanwhile, Luke, Calum and Michael had run up to the end of the aisle, tossing the cantaloupe back and shouting to each other some nonsense as though they were in a football game. Michael always managed to get the other two involved in his shenanigans, even if two seconds earlier they were totally opposed.

“Guys we’re gonna get in trouble,” Ashton whined, throwing both boxes of cereal into the kart and then adding some Cheerios for good measure.

“It’s three in the morning,” you shrugged to him, following the other guys around the corner into the next aisle. “I think the cashiers have seen worse.”

Ashton smirked down at you in his baggy sweatshirt and floppy hair. “Can I push, then?”

“Be my guest.”

“Alright, get in.”


“Come on,” he sighed, banging his hands on the handle. “You’re helping us with groceries. Least I can do is sweep you off your feet.”

“That was terrible,” you shook your head with a laugh but climbed inside anyway, stumbling slightly before bending down and holding onto the sides for dear life.

Ashton jolted the kart suddenly and you squealed, earning confused glances from the others up ahead. Ashton pushed faster and chased them around the corner, up and down aisles with a boyish laugh that warmed your heart. You felt the wind rushing through your hair as you watched the shelves of food whiz past you, Luke and Calum running like mad men in front of you. Michael had the lead and was passing a cantaloupe back and forth between the three of them, before Calum turned and yelled at you, “Y/N, your catch!”


He threw it suddenly in your direction and Ashton slowed the kart to a stop before you reached out and caught the fruit in one swift motion. All at once the boys started hollering and cheering for you, Luke even flapping his arms and fist pumping in the air.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our new goalie!” Michael called out, running behind to join Ashton as they both pushed the kart in a run.

“I don’t think there’s a goalie in American football,” you heard Calum laugh to Luke while you squealed, the kart almost tipping over as you turned a corner.

“Michael knows shit about sports,” Luke said from behind you with an adorable grin on his face.

“Guys, can we do groceries with Y/N more often?” Ashton yelled while he and Michael stopped the kart by the tower of stacked Oreo boxes, throwing a bunch in with you.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Michael grinned. 

A human au thorki fic, based on this prompt: ‘you found me hanging by my fingertips from your window and i don’t want to tell you i was trying to rob you but idk how else to explain this and i don’t want to go to jail and also you’re kind of cute we should make out when i’m not clinging onto your window ledge for my life’ au from this post.

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