i think i might write a fanfic along these lines actually

Adding to canon is not the same thing as destroying canon

At San Diego Comic Con, we learned that Sonequa Martin-Green’s character, Michael Burnham, is Sarek’s adoptive daughter. The second I heard the news, all I could think was, “Let the hate begin.” And boy, did it ever.

I understand the disappointment, particularly with fan fic writers who invested a lot of time and effort into crafting stories that fit neatly into canon. Amazing how one sound bite can bulldoze right through decades of widely accepted fanon, huh?

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10 Tips for Writing (Good) Smut

so. let’s do this.

About a year ago, I had to read a book for my school’s summer reading assignment called How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas Foster. It’s not a bad book, pretty decent actually, but there was this one chapter about sex scenes in literature. And one of the first sentences was along the lines of “writing sex is boring.”

and I did a double-take. Bc in my experience, that is absolutely not the case, and if you do find yourself bored while writing smut, then you’re not doing it right. See, Thomas’s main argument was that there’s only so many ways you can write sex scenes, because there’s only so many sex acts you can choose from. (My boy Thomas is clearly a vanilla dude, but let’s not hold that against him.) 

But one of the most important things to keep in mind while writing smut is that it’s not necessarily just about the act itself. So while Thomas is right that there are limits as to how many ways ppl can have sex, he failed to realize that writing sex is about a LOT more than that. And I’m gonna prove it to you.

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Writing is Hard, Part 5: Headcanons

Summary: Dean shows the reader that there’s truth to a famous headcanon.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.

Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.

“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.

“What is it?”

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Good F*ck

SUMMARY - You tell about your frustrations about not ever having good sex to Nat and Wanda and Bucky overhears .

WORDS- 1.8K(approx)

A/N - Taw @supersoldierslover I love you . Thank you so much . 

WARNINGS- cursing , dirty talk, fingering , unprotected sex (just use a fucking condom pls) also very sexual gif of lance tucker below(definitely a warning).

Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

“Fuuuck….” , you groan hitting your head lightly to the coffee table but enough to get your friends Nat and Wanda to notice you .

“What is it now? “Nat asked nonchalantly , used to your sudden outburst of frustration .

“I just…I… I feel empty.” You say looking helplessly at the two of them .
Both their expression changed to one of sympathy .

“Y/N , I understand . I feel that way too sometimes . With the job we have we are….”Wanda starts before you interrupt her .

“Nooo , you don’t understand . That’s not what I am trying to say .I just …” You throw your hands in the air and let out a whine.

“What is Y/N?”  Nat asked a little irritated.

“I just need to be dicked okay . Like fucked so good that I see the fucking stars and pass out . Arghhh!!!!!”

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Larry Fanfic Reading List

Originally posted by hellaharrysgay

Or Brûlant 

Or the one where Harry is the new ballet teacher, despite him being younger than everyone in his class, and Louis is less than impressed by his inescapable talent. They sort themselves out eventually.

6 Weeks

When Harry takes the afternoon shift at the cafe, he meets a boy who drinks a lot of tea and never remembers his umbrella.

Carried Away Like Butterflies

It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.

Now You Know Me ( For Your Eyes Only)

au where harry and Louis are solo artists and they’re not exactly friends per se but they’re friendly, know each other from industry parties and things like that and there’s always been this weird unspoken sexual tension between them and Louis’ always kinda confused bc isn’t harry the biggest ladies’ man in the industry?? and one day harry asks Louis to collab with him and of course Louis says yes even tho he’s kinda surprised and harry plays the song for him and Louis is completely blown away by how beautiful it is and it’s a love song and he’s like damn whoever this is about is lucky as fuck bc it’s clearly written from personal experience so they spend all this time together recording and it’s super bittersweet bc they click right away and it takes Louis about three seconds to realize he has a huge fucking crush on harry but on the other hand harry clearly had someone in mind when he wrote the song so the last day of recording comes and Louis’ like “thanks for having me on the song” and harry just shrugs and is like “well it just seemed fitting bc the song is about you”

Looking Through You

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

Chasing Empty Seats

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

When It’s Late At Night

Louis has zero interest in an ex-boybander turned solo artist when his appearance on the show gets announced, but that’s exactly who he gets stuck with when Harry Styles shows up at the Late Late show to promote the release of his debut album. For an entire fucking week.

Heaven’s Just Begun 

Harry is wholly convinced he’s quite literally a sad excuse for a young adult, but this doesn’t seem to stop the “boy next door” from developing the world’s biggest crush on him.

Do Not Go Gentle

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?


Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren’t supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

Nothing Please Me More Than You

Or…the one where Louis is a barista and Harry is the hot dude that comes in every day and does nothing except sit in the corner, writing in his notebook, all day long. But what Louis learns when he sneaks a peek inside the notebook changes everything.

Little White Lies

“I lied when I got my job.

I told them I had a kid so I could leave early ‘to pick him up from day care’, to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he’s sick’. Long story short – I’m in too deep. I didn’t think this through.

Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso’ as that’s what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he’s named after his grandpa and he’s a defense attorney who often brings his work home.

You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H.”

Yell “Penis” For Password

Harry moves in to a new flat, and upon checking the wifi access, happens to find one demanding a very peculiar set of instructions. He makes the decision to follow them, which leads to a very interesting series of events.

There was a Reason I Collided With You

AU where Louis and Harry are neighbors who meet in the elevator of their apartment one morning and it becomes a routine for them. Louis pines a lot. Then one day, Harry doesn’t show up at the elevator like he usually does, and well, Louis might panic.

You Lost Your Shoes as it Started to Rain

harry works in an american bakery but he doesn’t know what scones are and he somehow meets a British boy named Louis.


“I hope our paths will ‘croissant’ again.”

There’s a little smiley face drawn next to the words, and it’s ridiculous, Louis knows, but he can’t help the swell of butterflies that he feels as he reads over the words once more. An odd fellow indeed, he thinks.

A moment later he shakes his head and collects himself, because he really does need to get home; he’s sure that Harry is probably watching him from behind the counter, all sweet, smug smiles and pink cheeks. And if he’s being honest, he’s not entirely sure he won’t toss his groceries into the trash and walk straight back into the bakery if he doesn’t leave now, so… he really does need to get going.

Before he goes on his way, though, he plucks the note from the top of the container and carefully tucks it inside of his wallet to protect it from the rain.

That’s how it begins.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here

Or: the one in which Harry’s having his big movie debut and Louis sings on it’s soundtrack.

The Boys of Summer

Harry is in love with Louis and would have given anything to be his partner for the end of term literature assignment. Louis is the only kid in the class who can get away with anything, and all he wants is the attention of the pretty boy with the curls across the room. Featuring lots of banter, pining, flirting, and Fionn as an unwilling Cupid.

The Pink Album

Or, a love seven years in the making, inspired by Harry’s debut album.

If its Me You’re Looking For

Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses–or maybe it’s the other way around. AU. 


A collection of Larry Fanfics the I plan on reading lol.

updated: 08/27/2017

Professor || Sebastian Stan || Pt.2

I do not own the gif!

Part One

Relationship: Professor!Sebastian x reader

Summary: A one night stand turns into more of a problem when you realise that your professor is your one night stand.

Warnings: there’s like tiny bit of angst and fluff, but nothing else really!!

Word Count: 779 words

A/N: I’m actually really liking the route I’m taking with this story and it’s working out and I have some plans so stay tuned and stick around because this might be a little longer than expected 

“Great,” you groaned, sighed as you held your laundry basket against your hip, “just what I needed,” you sighed to yourself as you stared at the sign.

Maintenance in progress

This was the cherry on top of your already shitty Sunday. Not only were your professors piling the assignments, your parents were also nagging you to come visit - which just wasn’t possible. Sunday night meant laundry night and since you skipped laundry night last Sunday, you didn’t have a choice.

So of course the laundry room in your building was broken. You sighed again, looking down at the abundance of clothes you had figuring you would just run to the 24/7 laundromat across the street from you. It was your last choice, but at least it would get your laundry done.

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Bound I

A/N: “Can you do one where you find out you can talk to someone through your head and it turns out to be Harry?“ THIS WAS SUPER FUN! let me know if you guys want me to continue. Enjoy!

 It’s not typical for Y/n to bring guys home after a night out…that’s not her style. She’s old-fashioned and prefers to exchange numbers with a lad, maybe go on an actual date before she gives him a taste. But that’s most nights.

   Tonight, she’s internally vowing to never drink again as she lets the hands of this stranger explore her figure, his lips leaving kisses on any area of exposed skin. Her hands leave his soft, blonde locks to reach down and find her keys. As fun as this is, she could definitely do without the feeling of her back being pressed up against her cold door. Her hearts racing at the excitement of it all but in the back of her mind lies a bit of guilt. He’s not even her type; she hopes he isn’t getting the wrong impression.

   Once inside, he pushes the door shut for her. They kick off their shoes and stumble their way into the cozy living room of her loft. They finally come up for air after what seemed like the world’s longest make out session. She uses this time to pull her tight dress down, kicking it out of the way. The fellow, whose name she can’t remember, finishes unbuttoning his shirt before he drops it behind him. 

Hey sits down on the couch and not too long after, Y/n straddles him, grinding down on his bulge. She can feel herself getting wetter with every rotation of her hips.

Meanwhile, a few miles away…

“Another shot!” Harry hears. He sighs but can’t hide the smirk that creeps on his face as he picks up his second shot of the night. He takes it fast “God, that never get easier” he coughs. His friends pat him on the back, being proper dicks about one measly shot.

“Atta boy, Styles!” 

  What they don’t know is, he slyly told the bartender to fill his glasses with club soda. Yes, he was lying to his friends but he didn’t feel like hearing their whines about him being “No fun!”. He’s having a good time, he really is but he’d just rather be at home right now. He doesn’t really like going out so often, he always seems to find himself mentally exhausted and annoyed with the atmosphere. 

“I’m gonna head out” He tells his friends, they try to convince him to stay and have just one more shot and as much as he would like to keep tricking them into thinking he was actually getting hammered, he just wants to get home. “Guys really I’m just-”

His thoughts are interrupted.

He hears what sounds to be a woman moaning which normally wouldn’t surprise him in this setting. People tend to do nasty shit in clubs like this but it sounded so close; almost like he had headphones on. He brushes it off until it happens again. He knows he probably looks insane, touching his ears and looking around like a crazy person.

“Ahh…I’m so wet” The voice whimpers. He can feel himself getting harder by the second. It’s times like these he wishes he wasn’t so easy to excite. He could literally just overhear someone talk about breasts and before he knows it, he’s stiff down there.

His eyebrows furrow and he quickly covers his erection, obviously not wanting anyone to see. He bids his friends goodbye before rushing out of the club and to his car which isn’t too far from the building. He’s thanking his lucky stars for the parking spot he chose. Harry gets in and rests his head on the steering wheel, trying to will this boner away. He’s still utterly confused but his main mission at the moment is to relax enough to drive home. He can deal with it there. 

Then, as clear as day, he hears the moans again. He whips his head around to the backseat of his car because it sounded that close. There’s nobody there. It doesn’t stop, and it certainly isn’t helping his raging hard-on, which he can now feel leaking in his trousers. “mmm” it continues “Fuck”

At Y/n’s

“Fuck” she moans, her nameless friend ruts his covered member up as she grinds down harder on him. She soaking now and just wants to feel him inside her already. She unbuckles his belt and slides off of him so that she’s lying her back upon the couch.

Back to Harry

He sits there, scared but also frustrated. He convinces himself that he’s hearing voices because he’s so horny…or maybe the bartender slipped him some actual alcohol. He fumbles with his belt, looking around the dark lot to make sure there aren’t any bystanders that could potentially witness him at his absolute worst. 

He finally frees his cock, it springs up and smudges a little pre-cum on his black button down. It’s real now…the fact that he actually just got hard for no reason. “Why the fuck is this happening” he groans. 


“Why the fuck is this happening?” She hears. She pushes her hands against the man’s chest so she can look him in the eyes. “What do you mean?” She giggles. 

“What are you talking about?” He replies before lining his head up with her slit. “You just asked why this was happening”. The look on his face tells her that he has no idea what she’s talking about. She laughs it off, saying that she probably heard her neighbors or something. 

He pushes in, filling her up with one stroke. Her eyes close at the sensation and she forgets all about what she was just concerned about. Her nails rake his back and she arches into him, shifting the angle slightly.

“Yes! Right there”

In Harry’s Car

“Yes right there” 

Harry is going mad at this point, labored breathing and flushed skin. His eyes are shut tight, jaw locked, he’s as red as a tomato and he doesn’t know how much more of this he can take. He’s successfully fighting the urge to just scream out until he hears another purr.

“Deeper” She sighs. Its the last straw for him. Harry bangs his balled up fist against the wheel 

“STOP! SHUT UP!” He roars. Only then, does the silence win. He listens for it…nothing. Its gone. He clears his throat and finally looks up and out of his car window. Standing there is a group of friends who seem to be walking into the club. They’re staring at him like he has three heads and he may as well. To Harry, that would be more manageable than hearing voices in his fucking head.


“STOP! SHUT UP!” She jumps and accidentally knocks her forehead into the one right above hers. “Ow fuck!” He sits up and rubs the afflicted area. 

“Well, that’s what you get! Why would you yell at me like that?!” She asks as she stands up and wraps herself in the small blanket that was folded over the arm of the couch. “What the fuck are you-…you’re crazy” He muttered. He pulls his clothes back on, not caring to button up his shirt. Y/n doesn’t respond, she just stands there and waits for him to collect his things. She knows she isn’t losing her mind, it couldn’t have been the neighbors. It was so close, she can literally still feel her ears ringing. Maybe its best if he does leave.

“All I wanted was a fuck and I got stuck with a fucking psycho” He chuckled. He slams the door behind himself.


He’s almost to his flat now; the car ride is silent, he doesn’t feel like hearing anything right now. Anything. He’s just glad that whatever that was, stopped and that his hard on is at a mild throb now. He can just tug one out in the shower tonight.

Then the unthinkable happens. He hears her again. This time, it sounds like she is…talking instead of moaning. He pulls into the nearest gas station to get a better listen. He might as well ease drop if its going to keep happening. 

Y/n’s Loft

Y/n decided to call her best friend, Elena and tell her about what the fuck just happened. She wants to get a second opinion and make sure she isn’t actually crazy.

“So…I swear, at first I heard him ask why it was happening and he acted like he didn’t say anything”

“Wow what the fuck? Did it sound like him?” her friend pressed. “I mean.. not really but it just sounded like it was right there.” Y/n started. “I’m not gonna lie, it sounded a little rougher than his voice. I think that’s part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me off” She joked, Elena laughed along with her


Harry’s eyes had widened. He’s pretty sure that whoever he’s hearing is talking about him. So they could hear him too? He still doesn’t understand any of this but he feels slightly relieved knowing he isn’t completely alone.

“I think that’s part of the reason I freaked out, it kind of turned me off”

“Hey!” he whines before quickly covering his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say anything, it just came out. What she said kind of offended him, seeing as girls often tell him his voice is sexy and sensual.


“Hey!” She heard. It was the voice again. She looked around her living room, her first thought being that someone had to be in her house. And of course she’s still standing in only a blanket, so if there is some robber in her home, he’ll probably try to take advantage of her. She told Elena she would have to call her back, she was too distracted to really hear what she was saying anyway. Maybe it was stupid to get off of the phone at a time like this but she just needed to think clearly and listen for the voice again.

“Hello?” she whispered

“….uhm…hello?” she heard. She screamed and ran for the door, still in only a blanket. She stopped when she heard the voice scream as well, sounding just as scared.

“Jesus! Fuck stop screaming you scared the shit out of me!” she heard. Only now does she realize that the voice is coming from within; she just ran across the loft and its still right in her ear.


“I scared you?! Who ar- what is this?!” She spits out. Harry runs a hand through his hair, putting his cell phone up to his ear to hide the fact that he’s talking to himself just in case anyone decides to look at him.

“I don’t know. I really don’t but I’m just glad I’m not the only one” he sighed. “Or maybe I am and this is just a delusion” He chuckles, everything is so fucked up but he’s always been the type to find the humor in serious situations.

“Ok” Y/n starts. “Let’s just…let’s figure this out together”

bts reacts: you bring him coffee

anon asked:  could you do a bts reaction of you bringing surprising them by bringing them food?

weLL anoN, i can try. i can’t promise how good it’ll be though cause i currently have writers block and everything i write is absolutely aWFuL and cheesy and blEh but nevermind, hope you enjoy! (also, changed it a lil tiny bit again, idk why i did, iT jUsT AcCiDEnTily aLl tuRnED inTo cOffEe)

note: i try to keep these gender neutral but sometimes i slip into female pronouns out of habit 💕

yoongi: “you really should eat something, you know. you’ve been in here for hours now, and you haven’t even had a glass of water-”

“___, i can promise you-” he was interrupted by one of his own yawns. “i can promise you that i’m fine. i just need to finish this, and then i’ll be right back, okay?”

“okay…” maybe finishing what he was doing had been his plan, but he had just been tired- it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. nonetheless, when he lifted his head off of his desk after what one could only presume had been a nap, he was frustrated- frustrated that he hadn’t got the work done that he had needed to. a sigh that held tones of exasperation would sound as he reached for a cup of coffee that, now he thought about it, hadn’t been there before. he noticed a small scribble on a spare post-it note that had been stuck to the corner of his desk, read the rushed writing, and smiled, suddenly feeling a lot better.

just for when you wake up- :) x

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

hoseok: it would start of as a joke, with him saying something along the lines of, “you know what, i’d kill for some coffee right now,” or him just offhandedly mentioning a coffee shop that you might have passed on your walk home, but even so, when you walked in with the mug in your hand he would be happy. just because you had paid attention to something he had mentioned as small as coffee, it was just like a reassurance that you actually care, and that was nice every once in a while- not that he needed it, necessarily.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

namjoon: it would be a casual thing; he would be sat there reading- reading a physical book, reading online articles, tweets, just about anything; reading was just something that the two of you did together when you had time alone (like carl and ellie from up, that’s what i’m picturing in my head)- and you would silently just place the mug on the coaster beside him. no words would be said, but he would smile at you, even at such a small gesture, like you were his whole world.

Originally posted by chimcheroo

seokjin: but i’m just imagining that if he was ill and his s/o brought him anything there’d be a lot of, “oh really? are you sure? you didn’t have to, i promise you i could’ve done it myself-” when even he knows that he couldn’t because he’s practically bound to his bed, but he’d drink it anyway and just say a lot of quiet “thank you’s” just so that he was assured that you know he appreciated it, however small.

Originally posted by bts-jimin16

jungkook:  “morning…”

“hmm?” he’d probably still be half asleep, and he’d blindly grasp for a hand or something with closed eyes. “morning.”

“i brought you coffee?” he’d pull a tired smile as a thank you in response, automatically sipping from the straw without giving it a second thought, but the more he thought about it, the less it made sense.

“___, did you get out this early in the morning to get coffee?”

“i mean, i got one for myself too, but- yeah, yeah i did.”

“you’re adorable.”

Originally posted by cheesyricecakeu

jimin: it’d be one of those times where he was busy, but tired. one of those times where he really needed to get something done, but he was just so, so incredibly tired that he could barely keep his eyes open. he’d drink the now slightly lukewarm coffee that you’d left for him, knowing that you’d left it with the intention of helping him stay awake, and he’d smile to himself, almost as if it was a reminder for him to tell you that he appreciated the little things like this that you do.

Originally posted by kookielife

taehyung: but imagine a cold winter, like a really, really cold winter, and it’s just that cold in the house that you have to wear coats inside, and you walk into the living room, where he’s buried under several layers of blankets, and you have two cups of coffee. the look on his face would be a mixture of “oh my god, you’re a genius,” “you’ve literally just saved my life right now do you realise that,” and then a tiny bit of, “oh, why didn’t i think of that?”

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v

i don’t know why yoongi’s turned out so long compared to the others or why they are all the same but i do know that heartache on the big screen by 5sos is a bop cause i listened to it on loop while writing this for no reason whatsoever

but anyway, here’s my masterlist if you liked this and maybe wanted to check ot any of my other stuff!

last post: intertwined; taehyung moodboard

last react: bts reacts; in the morning

requests for writing are currently closed, but moodboard requests are open, so hmu frens :)

thanks for reading!

-tash :)

Baby it's all a Game

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung x reader

High school au/Angst/slight smut

Mentions of marijuana and drinking

based on a real life story

Word count: 8.2k

Part 1/?

There is only one person you had your eyes on ever since you started high school, and he will never be yours. Not now, not ever. Your feet are grounded to the floor, just as the game ended as you watched his girl wearing jersey running up to him for a hug, and slowly you felt your heart begin to shatter.

You could see him smiling as his hands were wrapped around her waist, securely and filled up to joy as she screamed happily for the final football game. Your school won by a landslide, by him running toward the end goal in victory, pandemonium breaking out from the bleachers as the other team lost. But you’re here, not having the enjoyment of the win  or any of the excitement as you watch the couple. He’s swinging her around in his arms, laughing with his honey sweet voice and kissing her from her forehead and her cheeks, her lips, her nose, from the ecstasy he’s experiencing. That was when your first heartbreak destroyed you, ruining your weak heart, and the first time you felt like crushed diamonds and broken into pieces.

Kim Taehyung will never be yours.

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In bringing this collection to a close, I decided to take it back to the start.

You can also find this fic here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12286317/5/Sense-ational


The first time she kissed him, he tasted like butterbeer and something distinctly James. The combination made her head swim, her heart pound, and her body crave him, his mouth, his body, his skin against hers.

It was a crisp October afternoon, the first Hogsmeade weekend of their seventh year, and Lily had finally said yes, enthusiastically yes, to James’ Hogsmeade proposal. He’d been stunned at first, thought she was having him on, made worse by the fact that instead of answering his desperate enquiry of “Are you serious?!” she’d said, “No, but your brother is,” winked at the tall, wavy haired man next to him, and walked off. She never could resist a Sirius joke. Neither, she knew, could Sirius, and his barking laughter followed her down the corridor. James, unwilling to leave things on such unsure footing, chased her down the corridor and took her hand. “You’re actually saying yes?” He’d said, the words quiet and deep and fast, his eyes searching her face and when Lily broke into a smile he looked like he’d been stunned. “Yes, James. I’m actually saying yes.”

He’d dragged her down to Hogsmeade as soon as they’d finished breakfast that morning, though ‘finished’ is perhaps not quite the right word. James had practically inhaled an entire bowl of porridge, his knee bouncing incessantly under the table, and Lily had barely had time to grab a few pieces of toast before his hand was in hers and he was hauling her away from the table.

She was shouting indignantly and shoving bites of toast into her mouth as he pulled her into the brisk morning air, but his hand was warm in hers and the electricity shooting through her veins kept her from protesting too fiercely against the disruption of her breakfast. Instead, she gripped his hand more firmly in her own, bumped her hip against his playfully - “You better feed me today, Potter, or you’re dead.” His eyes were sparkling with amusement when he smiled back at her, “On my honour, Evans.”

When they got to the gates, James had stopped them, moving to stand in front of her, his eyes moving over her face, and Lily’s breath caught in her throat as she looked at him because he was just too damn beautiful to be real and how had she never realised it before? She wanted to grab him right there and kiss him, but they hadn’t even had their date yet and she knew how long he’d been waiting for this, so she ran her tongue along the back of her teeth and bit the corner of her lip in an attempt to control herself. But he was still looking at her like that, like she was everything, the only thing in the world, and the air was crackling with so much electricity that she could taste it on her tongue when she pulled in a deep breath. He blinked and smiled an embarrassed smile before reaching up and taking his scarf from around his neck. “Here,” he said, grinning at her, “You look cold.”

His fingers burned trails across her skin as he tied the scarf securely around her, and she swallowed the desperate reply that was bubbling up in her, opting to thank him quietly instead. It was the exact opposite of everything she normally would have done and she knew James had noticed because he’d cocked an amused eyebrow at her as they began walking again, but she couldn’t trust her mouth because it was begging her to either taste every centimetre of his skin or tell him how she thought she might actually, desperately, be falling in love with him and neither of those were options while they were making their way to the high street on their first official date.

The morning was a whirlwind of sound and colour - they went into all her favourite shops, he detailed everything he’d ever planned for all those rejected dates, her cheeks flushed with a bit more than the cold when she told him that she was glad he’d finally earned her attention. She tried to remember all the details, commit it all to memory, because she knew this was something she’d want to remember, that it was one of those rare moments you realise, as it’s happening, that you need to set it down, to carve it into your memory, because this moment, this day is going to be one that changes the rest of your life. But no matter how hard she tried to step back, to catalogue the details, she couldn’t. He was overwhelming, he was, and she couldn’t focus on anything but the rush in her stomach that was slowly burning a hole through her when she looked at him.

They ducked into The Three Broomsticks for lunch, he cracked jokes and she tossed chips at his head. They drank bottles of butterbeer and she pretended not to notice the stunned look on his face when she brushed her foot against his calf under the table. His eyes welled up when he talked about his parents, she took his hand and talked about her sister, they talked about the future. It was easy to talk to him and they talked about everything.

They fought, of course, over who would pay the bill when it came and, though James won, she grumbled about it while they waited for Rosmerta to return with his change. James pocketed a handful of coins as he stood, laughing as Lily said, “I can pay for myself, James, bloody hell,” and took her hand. They walked out of the pub and the cold air was a shock after the warm, smoky air of the pub. “You can pay next time,” James said, grinning down at her and Lily cocked her eyebrow, “Who said there’s going to be a next time?”

He stopped in the middle of the high street, turning to face her and raising his eyebrows - he studied her before he smirked and moved his hands to her hips. “Now Evans,” he said, his fingers brushing along the hem of her jumper, “I know you don’t mean that.”

The retort was on the tip of her tongue, but, recognising the opportunity, she grinned instead. “No, I don’t,” and she reached up, wound her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, and pulled his mouth to hers.

She would, over time, run her tongue along all the lines of his skin, tracing him, finding every sensitive part of his body and memorising it and the way it felt against her lips, the way the salt and spice of his skin lingered on her tongue. But now, right now, with his mouth on hers, his fingers sliding along the exposed skin at her waist, all she could think was more. She needed him, every part of him, and she knew then that she would never, ever get enough.

She didn’t care that people were probably gawking at them, that they could see just how desperately she was pressing her body against his. The taste of him was driving her mad and she shouldn’t be held responsible for any acts of public indecency she might be in the process of committing. She bit down lightly on his bottom lip, smiling at the groan that escaped him, before he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes were shining with want and mischief and she could tell just how much effort it was taking for him to control himself. It mirrored, but probably didn’t quite match, the restraint she was exercising over herself.

“You can’t be doing that to me in public, Evans. We’re supposed to be setting an example. What kind of Heads are we?” Lily grinned and pressed her hips against his, “Maybe we should go back up to the castle then, if you’re going to be such a stickler for the rules.”

He smiled so broadly she thought his face might crack with the effort and she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her when he was looking at her like that, grinning stupidly at her in the middle of the high street like he’d just won the bloody lottery. She knew how he felt though, her lips were still tingling, her skin still humming, and she completely understood, now, what it felt like to have your entire body come alive, burst into flame, when you’re with someone. She craved it, never wanted it to end - James had ignited a fire in her gut that she hoped, no, knew, would never burn out.

She stepped away from him, grabbed his hand firmly in her own, and turned towards the castle.

Dappled (Prologue)

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EXO Fanfic: Fantasy AU (Other World Chronicles)
Main Pairing: Female Reader/OC x Oh Sehun (Shadowkind)

The Other World has been at peace for many years, the Council keeping law and order between the Kinds and Lands. Even Outsiders live threat free. But in a world so vast and varied - can peace ever truly last..?


AUTHOR NOTE: to anyone new: Hello! This series can be read alone, but it is actually from a collection of stories I have written for the same alternative universe. I would recommend reading those to fully understand everything that is going on (especially my own characters and the whole politics of the place - and especially Charred for Sehun’s backstory in this fic!). But that being said, it should be okay if you want to read it as a stand alone!

to anyone who has read the Other World series already: HEY LOVELIES! It is finally here, Sehun’s time to shine!! I know it is not that long since I finished Roots, but I am all ready to get this fic going. However, I am starting my new course very soon, this will be updated a bit slower than I normally do, I hope that’s okay. Also for anyone who has not seen/does not know - for the foreseeable future: THIS WILL BE MY LAST OTHER WORLD FIC! As lovely as I find it that you want me to write one for every member, the world building takes a lot of time and effort so I need to take a break from it! I might come back one day, but for now… please don’t expect any more! 

Okay! I’ll shut up now: hope you enjoy!!

P.S. I have tried something new, and parts of this story will not be reader perspective, but Sehun’s! Just you know, before you get confused. 


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You stared out at the expanse of water below you, watching the way the sunlight was dancing softly on the waves. The breeze played a little with the opening of your silk dressing gown, but you didn’t feel the cold. The Light Islands never get cold. You sighed, moving the glass of wine a little in your hand as you leant against the wall of the large balcony. You watched how the light played in the crystal, the way the liquid seen to turn gold in the sunlight.

‘Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go?’

You looked over your shoulder and saw your father walking towards you. He smiled at you as he approached, raising an eyebrow. You considered him for a moment. Despite his old age, he still seemed full of life. His eyes twinkled beneath his now grey hair, and still the sunlight danced happily along his skin.  

‘Remind me again why I have to go to this wedding?’ you said, letting your eyes drift back to the view.

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A tale of two voice overs

There were two voiceovers in Season 7. Both told us one thing, but showed us another. By taking a closer look at the similarities between the two voiceovers, we could possibly have a clearer view on Jon’s actions at the end of S7.

Bran’s voiceover serves multiple functions. First, we are told that Jon Snow once again knows nothing: “Oh no, he’s having sex with his aunt!” and “wow…he’s not a bastard, he’s actually the rightful heir.” Second, it’s used to tell us Jon Snow’s thoughts. I can’t be the only one who’s wondering “Why is he doing this?” It’s the million dollar question. He hasn’t been very talkative around Dani since he left Winterfell (this isn’t just my opinion, it’s backed by empirical data  from @thelawyerthatwaspromised). Why is Jon Snow, a man who never makes the first move, knocking on her door? Why is he mixing up sex and politics? Why now, at this moment when they’re going up to Winterfell? Some exposition is necessary; however, I aim to show in this meta that it is exposition of the unreliable kind.

The voiceover also serves to tell the audience how to view the shag: “it’s not just sex, it’s something more!” Sex isn’t special to audiences anymore. They’re desensitized to it; otherwise, it’s just Mel and Stannis making adorable shadow babies together (and does anyone ship them? where’s the gifsets and fanfic? lmao). Similarly, think of all the other HBO dramas where characters get naked together (Boardwalk Empire, The Deuce, Sopranos, Deadwood just to name a few). Typically, it’s just a fuck. Sex isn’t love, nor does it signal the start of an epic love story. In fact, in most HBO dramas, it’s just an excuse to put some softcore porn on screen so subscribers will feel like their subscription fee is worth something. Kit Harington’s ass is paying for HBO’s catering bills.

In my view the Jonaries romance is very flimsy without this voice over. Remove it, and what do we have? Just sex. People might argue “But it’s Jon Snow! He’d never have sex with a woman he didn’t love!” However we know from his book character that he had sex with Ygritte long before he started to have feelings for her (if he ever did).  

People also argue the late timing of Jonaries could be used to indicate that D&D are gearing up for a love story involving Jon and Dani in S8. This argument goes something like: “It’s the last romance we’ve got, both characters are single, and time is running out.” However, if they built a “romance” in seven episodes, couldn’t they also do the same in six episodes for Season 8? Or more likely - couldn’t this romance crash and burn just as fast? I’m not convinced.

I believe that a pairing this depthless and mechanical would need a voice over to help it along. And that’s not just my opinion, many critics view this pairing in a negative light; they are either disgusted by the incest or find it as boring as a grocery list. 

Moreover, audiences had to be told “he loved her” because it wasn’t obvious otherwise. Note the phrases and what is indicated on screen. Rhaegar/Lyanna and Jon/Dani isn’t a comparison, it’s a contrast. The voiceover is telling us that Rhaegar loved Lyanna, while showing us a different relationship entirely - one that is based on deception. 

Yes, deception. What is my evidence for this? Tyrion’s voiceover. They used the same cinematic trick in his voiceover which occurred earlier in the season.

The earlier voiceover is designed to explain Tyrion’s battle strategy to take Casterly Rock in “The Queen’s Justice.” He tells us about a secret sea passage he used to smuggle whores in and out of the castle. In this voice over, Tyrion narrates, in inspiring language, how Dany’s forces will be victorious: 

But my sister’s armies fight for her out of fear. The Unsullied will be fighting for something greater. They will be fighting for freedom, and the person who gave it to them. They will be fighting for you. And that is why they will triumph.

And they do triumph. Tyrion’s voiceover is about love–love that an army has for its queen, just like Bran’s is about love between a dragon and a wolf (nevermind that the product of that love is Jon). But similar to the voiceover with Jon and Dani, what is shown on screen isn’t what happens. Jaime has pulled a deceptive military maneuver to draw Dani’s forces to Casterly Rock while moving to capture Highgarden and Dani’s ally the Queen of Thorns (deception #1). 

Also, Euron has pulled a deceptive maneuver by boat (deception #2), sneaking up behind Dani’s fleet and taking them unawares. 

The comparison between the two voiceovers doesn’t stop there. The viewers now know more information than Bran and Tyrion. Bran doesn’t know that Jon is fucking his aunt. Tyrion doesn’t know that Jaime and Euron have deceived him. Moreover, the effect of the deception on Jon and Tyrion is also similar. Jon Snow knows nothing - about his parentage. Tyrion knows nothing - about his own family. We see Tyrion’s distress about his battle plans going to shit, and we will likely see Jon’s distress about his (political? romantic?) plans doing the same thing in S8. Both swear allegiance to Dani, and both are now her advisors. As I indicated in another meta, Tyrion regrets betraying his family. Jon likely feels caught in a similar bind. These character parallels give me confidence that it’s not crazy to compare the two voiceovers and draw conclusions about their similarities.

Voiceovers in Game of Thrones are rare - and thank god, because they’re clunky and embarrassing. If you analyze these two instances, listening to what the narrator is telling you vs. watching what is shown in screen, then the similarities become clear. I believe Tyrion’s voiceover invalidates the “he loved her” line. We can’t trust it. It’s more likely that we are being told that something is off about Jon’s behavior. Is he is pulling a Euron/Jaime?


“Paris is good. Nice call, Monsieur.”

“De nada, muchacha.”

Thank you for 100 follows! Needless to say, I miss these two real bad and I have for around six years. DC writers are pretty sadistic ya know that? Then again, I guess I might be too.

Because who has time or money to read almost 30 years of relationship development…

Under the cut: Look Over Your Shoulder, a monologue recap Fanfic: Fluff/Humor/Angst. DC Rebirth. Wally’s POV. Warning: Mention of the grief typically associated with Alzheimer’s. Also I cried while writing this. Story set to this song.

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SF9 at Hogwarts

So I was brainstorming and I came up with this. I did my research and thought about the boys’ houses thoroughly, hope you guys enjoy! \(^•ㅎ•^)/

Inseong: Ravenclaw

This boy is sometimes so extra but then he has a serious side too. He’s smart and emits this I want to learn! feeling so I sorted him in Ravenclaw. Him being the oldest tells me that he would be responsible and puts forth his work despite his desires.

  • Loved by teachers and students alike
  • Very blur at times but he knows what he’s doing
  • Visits the library during holidays
  • Loves the subject Transfiguration
  • Always the one to solve the riddle to enter the Ravenclaw common room when there are some of his dorm mates who get the answers wrong
  • Quiet but extra when it comes to Quidditch

Youngbin: Gryffindor

Very very responsible baby and athletic and passionate. Youngbin, to me, suits Gryffindor house so well because of his leader characteristic. Don’t you think?

  • The Head Boy
  • Takes his position seriously
  • Is in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team
  • Professors L O V E him
  • Majors in Care of Magical Creatures
  • Loves the first year students like his little brothers and treats them at the Weasley Candy Emporium

Jaeyoon: Hufflepuff

This lovely boy is kind and heart-warming, exactly like a Hufflepuff. He has an aura that tells you that whenever you’re with him, you’re home. His wonderful personality also tells me that he values friendship genuinely and loves to have a good time too!

  • A prefect
  • Always has small chats with passing students when he conducts his group of first years on the train
  • Majors in Herbology
  • Secretly sneaks to the Shrieking Shack with Dawon during weekdays
  • A beater in the Hufflepuff Quidditch team
  • Runs like he’s in a marathon when he has to pass by the Moaning Myrtle’s Bathroom
  • Can have a deep conversation with the portraits

Sanghyuk (Dawon): Hufflepuff

This extra baby is sorted into Hufflepuff because of his carefree personality. Like Jaeyoon, Dawon makes you feel happy and warm unlike Slytherin house. He might hide his true feelings behind a mask but overall, he works hard to make people happy. Truly a Hufflepuff.

  • Extra extra extra when it comes to Quidditch
  • He’s the seeker
  • Best friends with Jaeyoon although Jaeyoon thinks otherwise
  • A prefect too
  • Wants to major in Divination
  • Loves the cleaning spell

Juho (Zuho): Slytherin

His cold facial expressions gave me the idea that he is a Slytherin. However, I had also thought that he was a Ravenclaw because of his “nose is my swag” playfulness. But after reading more about him and Slytherin house, I was sure he suits it better. This is because of his 70% quiet and 30% open personality. He can be caring at times which doesn’t make him a cold Slytherin but more of a mediocre Slytherin student who pays attention to important things only. What do you think?

  • People misunderstand him
  • Is actually a sweet pie
  • Loves to go to the library for reading even though his dorm mates believe he’s just there for the pretty girls
  • The leader for the Slytherin Quidditch team
  • Loves to go to Hogsmeade
  • Majors in Defence Against the Dark Arts
  • Loves History of Magic class because he gets to sleep in the back
  • Is actually the descendant of the House of Black but tries to keep it lowkey
  • Damn rich

Seokwoo (Rowoon): Ravenclaw

Because of his role in Click Your Heart I have this feeling that he’s athletic and suits the “jock” character well. He highlights sports and works hard in academics, getting what he wants as a result of his hard work. His originality is also why I put him in Ravenclaw house despite him being the mama bear of the group.

  • Leader of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team
  • Very competitive when it comes to Quidditch
  • Hangs out at the first-floor girl’s lavatory to check them out
  • Likes first year students
  • Majors in Muggle Studies because he finds them interesting
  • Gets high grades along with girls
  • The potion professor despises him because Rowoon once took Baruffio’s Brain Elixir before exams
  • He still insists it was an accident

Taeyang: Gryffindor  

I put this shining bright sun in Gryffindor because of his passion for dance and daring personality for being his extra self on stage, telling me that whatever he does, he’s sure to give it his best even though it hurts him.

  • Is the Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team
  • Loves to sneak into the kitchen when everybody’s sleeping
  • Tried to sneak into the Prefects Bathroom when there was a rat in the Boy’s Lavatory
  • He got caught
  • Practices spells the night before exams diligently (he hates studying)
  • Loves autumn season
  • Goes to Hogsmeade with Jaeyoon and Dawon because Youngbin’s too busy treating first year students candy

Youngkyun (Hwiyoung): Ravenclaw

This cry baby is put in Ravenclaw house because of his bold personality. When he wants to stand up for himself, he really does. Capturing people with his beautiful aegyo, Hwiyoung shows me wit and originality. He was one of the hardest to sort out because of the blurred line between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw omg but I think he’s better with Rowoon by his side.

  • Majors in potions
  • Rowoon’s personal baby
  • Has a fetish for cats
  • Loves flying at the quad at night secretly
  • His mother bought him socks at Gladrags Wizardwear because he tends to forget to wash his socks
  • (The socks scream when they get too smelly)
  • Smartest kid in his year
  • Uses the Aberto spell to make him look cool
  • He once accidentally went into the chamber where they kept Fluffy (a three-headed dog)
  • Scared of dogs ever since

Chanhee (Chani): Gryffindor  

This little baby chick is sorted into Gryffindor house because of his boldness and responsibility. As the maknae of the group he works hard for his hyungs and is brave in stating his concerns and opinions. Even though with a young heart, Chanhee shows me that he is capable of managing himself however sometimes very confused by his surroundings. (That’s why Youngbin’s with him)

  • Youngbin’s favorite first year student
  • Very confused when he’s faced with the Grand Staircase and blabber mouth portraits
  • Has a stash of candy under his bed
  • Goes to the Quidditch Pitch at night
  • A seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team
  • Once liked a seventh-year girl but found out she was his second-cousin
  • Loves owl racing
  • His owl, Milo, always wins
  • Writes letters to his mother every Sunday
  • Taeyang accompanies him (they’re best friends) everywhere because Youngbin’s scared he’d get lost

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Say Yes to the Dress

A/N: How about bridal shop AU? What happens when Tony spots a beautiful bride to be sitting on the dirty New York sidewalk? 

This is my submission for @yourtropegirl alternative coffee shop AU challenge.

Warnings: None cause I’ve never done anything wrong in my life. Tony will back me up on that.

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after 27437 years I finally got my hands on cu alter’s translated interlude (courtesy of @princemarxfucker) and it was absolutely worth the wait because its saying loads of things ive been saying since forever except now here in HD quality explicit text and none of you are going to believe I didn’t straight up write it myself because frankly I’m not entirely sure I didn’t actually write this myself


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Chapter 1

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Harry X OFC (AU)

In which Melody is reacquainted with an old classmate named Harry, and must keep afloat in the violent, criminal lifestyles of an underground boxer.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: Hello!! This is the first chapter, obviously. I hope you guys are as excited as I am. I have a whirlwind of adventures in store for these two and for all of you! I’d love to hear the thoughts you had while reading, your predictions, what you think of the characters, etc. Any feedback is always welcome. :) Enjoy!!

Melody hadn’t been to the sketchy side of the city since her very first semester of college, when she was just wandering and ended up passing by a couple of men with guns tucked into the waistbands of their pants. That was why she felt so apprehensive when the address Cooper asked her to meet him at was in the center of that part of town. She almost didn’t show up.

When she was asked out, Melody assumed the date would be out to dinner, or even to the movies, like a normal date. But there was no movie theater where she was headed, and nine o'clock at night seemed a bit late for dinner. Cooper had texted her to “dress casual” along with the mysterious address. When she tried to search the place on Google, nothing had come up except for an abandoned warehouse. She made sure a couple of friends knew where she was going before she left her flat.

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High School Sweethearts

Author: Juju

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: Reader can sing but it’s like barely talked about, a shit ton of fluff you might suffocate, and editing

Summary: You and Shawn have been together since the start of high school after a life long friendship. When Shawn came to fame, you asked him to keep you a secret for the time being as you were not ready for the spotlight. Now that high school’s over, you reconsider and Shawn surprises you.

Word Count: 2.8k….I have a problem

A/N: Let’s imagine that the reader’s parents are always super busy and they let her do whatever she wants ok?


“Bye Mrs. Mendes! See you tonight!” You yelled as you and Shawn left the Mendes residence. You were going to drop Shawn off at a radio interview after picking up Aaliyah. 

“Bye Y/N, Shawn! See you at dinner!” Shawn’s mother called from somewhere inside the house.

“You’re never going to call her Karen, are you?” Scoffed Shawn as he got into the jeep.

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Graying Skies

the series read as follows:

SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  PunchFridayPreparationUncle MudlerNormalBackseatMudler-senseThe FBIUnthinkablePatienceElephant JokesCooking Rickety TablesMr. SkimmerBert and ErnieMidnight ConfessionsThe Moon … Bright Sunshine

a/n:  for anyone new joining the fray, I wrote a series starting last fictober called ‘Life’ (here’s the last in that series but they’re all listed) … then I finished it … and continued with ‘Life, part 2′ and that’s listed above … you might want to read those first :)

@today-in-fic @fictober


Skinner showed up early, beating the impossibly always on-time Dave by at least 20 minutes. The look on his face did not convey happy tidings and the pair stopped him before he could leave the entryway, “what happened?”

And not about to mince words, “we found plans for other potential sites.”

Mulder, already antsy to touch her, reached for Scully’s back, winding fingers in her loose materialled shirt, denying skin to skin but feeling the anchor point more necessary than air, “where? When?”

“Air and Space, Natural History, Archives, Vietnam Wall. From the looks of them, they were still in the planning stages, no set dates were determined.”

Scully, wanting more than her anchor point polyester, fumbled behind her until she found the side pocket of his shorts, hooking her thumb on it, completing the circle, “Dave works at Air and Space.”

A few seconds of heavy silence hung then Skinner gave her a grave look, “tell him to take a few more days off.”

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summary: Dan has a guilty pleasure: phan blogs. It’s a mixture of conceited arrogance and morbid curiosity, really. And really, it’s a mixture of these two things that lead to him catfishing members of his phandom and becoming a headcanon blog. After all, what harm can one headcanon do?
word count: 2,134/20,000
warnings (this chapter): recreational drinking, kissing, light fantasy


A couple of weeks pass where nothing noteworthy happens. Dan doesn’t have a big metal breakdown, comes to accept that his life now involves writing headcanons about himself and his best friend. They’re all platonic, domestic things, though, and nothing that their viewers couldn’t work out by watching enough of their videos. So it’s innocent.

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