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welcometomomuniverse  asked:

Hi, I'm doing some research right now in regards to fans imagining of harry potter. you were the first blog i found to suggest the idea that harry could be Indian. Do you have any specific headcanons in regards to this? Or what it means to you to have him be Indian? It's okay if you're not comfortable answering. Thanks.

This is a really great idea! I hope your research goes well. 

Well I began to imagine Harry as being half Indian because Harry as a character reminds me of my brother (who like me is half Indian). I always saw him as looking sort of like Dan in terms of skin colour and hair colour. 

It was only through Tumblr that I really started to look more deeply into it. A lot of people had Harry as mixed race in their minds and seeing all that art and those ideas allowed me to explore my own thoughts on it. 

Reading the books again (I read them at least once a year), I realised how meaningful it was that the Dursleys had never liked or approved of James Potter. They seemed to see Lily as having lowered herself by marrying him. To me, as a child of an Indian father and English mother, I KNOW that reaction very well. Sometimes it’s not said, but it’s implied and it gets to you. People called James lazy and basically hinted that he wasn’t good enough for Lily (Snape and Petunia mostly) which is a sure sign he was brown, because as far as I can see James was a good man who adored his wife and son. A lot of people will unfortunately always go out of their way to try and make brown men look bad. Not to mention that Snape’s superiority complex was so deep that I find it hard to believe that it just came from the fact James was cruel to him at school. I honestly believe it was partly because Snape held racist beliefs (at least when he was younger). He never could take it that Lily had chosen James over him. 

The stuff about Harry’s dark, messy hair seemed to fit too, because in our family we all have dark hair that curls. My brother’s hair curls if it grows long enough, and my dad has really thick dark hair as well. 

Then there’s how the Dursleys used to try and hide Harry’s appearance from the neighbours, which implied he looked noticeably different to his family. I always got the impression the Durselys and their neighbours were UKIP sort of people. You know, the sort who wouldn’t say they were racist but would be suspicious if they saw a brown person in a shop. 

I know the reason the Dursleys don’t tell Harry about James is because of the magic, but I also like to think that part of the reason was that they wanted to bring him up like a ‘nice English boy’ and keep him from his father’s culture. Everything about them screams trying desperately to make Harry ‘normal’ and to them ‘normal’ would probably mean trying to erase his links to his heritage. He might have found power and solace in that, and they wouldn’t have wanted that.

There’s also the fact that before James was murdered, he was making sparks of light fly from his wand to make baby Harry laugh. In 1981 (the year of the murders) Diwali would have fallen on October 27th, which is only 3 days before Halloween, when James was making the sparks. I personally feel this could have been to do with Diwali, since it is the festival of lights. 

Last (that I can think of right now) is how Harry’s eyes always stand out to people. They are obviously striking, and I think him being brown skinned and dark haired and having his mother’s green eyes would make that more prominent. My brother has green-ish eyes (inherited from our mother), despite the fact most of our Indian family (me included) all have dark brown. It’s definitely noticeable and something you might comment on. 

Thanks for the question by the way! These aren’t all my original headcanons, but I can’t really source them because they’ve come about through reading the ideas of lots of people and forming my own ideas for Harry through them. 

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Look At Me (Requested)

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Request:  Hey can u do #4 from the embarrassing dialogue prompt list ? With peter maximoff ❤️ +  Number 7 from the embarrassing prompt list with peter maximoff pretty please  
Word Count: 1209
Warning: Fluff, lil angst, swearing, Peter being a dork, somewhat nudity?? 
A/N: I combined requests because efficiency (and I’m lazy) So enjoy!! 
Tagging: @notsoprettykitty, @stovehairington, @writing-rogue


Originally posted by despairingfever

((gif not mine, credit to owner)) 


“You think Y/n likes me?” Peter asked Jubilee as they laid on the lawn, music playing quietly through Peter’s speakers.

“I don’t know, I mean you act like a total idiot around them.” She stated propping herself up while Peter huffed.

“Nu-uh.”

“You totally do, you tripped over your feet when Y/n smiled at you, dropped a mug on the floor when they walked by and remember the time you walked into the lamp post.”

“Pfft no one saw that…did they?” Peter asked, somewhat desperately while she snorted.

“Yeah everyone saw you walk into a pole when they said hi. It was kind of hilarious.” Jubilee giggled while Peter groaned.

“Fuck, I can’t help it, when they’re around I just can’t think straight. Y/n just does something to me, I feel like I can’t breathe, but it’s exhilarating–I don’t know, never mind.” Peter shrugged it off while Jubilee ogled over his head over heels state.

“I’m pretty sure you’re past liking Y/n. You’re in looooove.” She chirped while heat rose to Peter’s face.

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PLL 7x15 In The Eye Abides The Heart - Thoughts (long, as per usual, sorry!)

- Not one answer, like I expected. But you know what’s weird… I still really liked the episode. That goes to show that PLL can still be entertaining 7 years later… if they pace the episode fast. Every scene was relevant. No wonder they did the 2 week break last week, after 714. If we had to wait 2 weeks now for the next episode… we’d go crazy. The plethora of answers from 714 lasted us, but this would never last us 2 weeks. Good planning Freeform. Not calling the episode bad! Because again, it was very entertaining. That was 42 minutes of fun! Genuinely, I appreciated every scene to be honest.

- I don’t understand the title. I was expecting Mona to sing the song again, or something like that!?

- Troain did an amazing job directing! Actually, even if I didn’t know that Troian directed this, I still would’ve left the episode thinking that it was a new director. It did feel very fresh; different to the usual. Troain clearly experimented with meaningful camera shots and my gosh did she play to the girls’ strengths. This was some of the best acting we’ve seen in a while. Shay, who I personally think is the weakest of the group, gave some of her best performances to date. 

- I haven’t seen anyone’s thoughts yet but I’m expecting that almost everyone is saying that that was Paige talking to Aria on FaceTime. We could clearly hear Lindsey’s voice coming through. The demeanour, expressions, intonation, voice… everything was Lindsey. Paige is probably in on AD’s game, which will make sense because we saw Paige’s exact hair (length and colour) coming off the person who gave Jenna the book at the end of 711. I’ll be quite mad if the producers got lazy by using Lindsey to film the FaceTime scenes, but it actually isn’t Paige. If Lindsey acted in the FaceTime scenes, which I’m 95% sure she did, it should be her character, Paige, on the other end too. Lindsey shouldn’t be playing AD if she isn’t AD/a helper.

- Paige and Ali’s scene brought a tear to my eye. All I could think about, the whole way through, was “Pig Skin”, “I own you now” and Ali threatening to expose Paige’s sexuality before Paige was ready to talk. Yet, Paige had completely forgiven Ali, which I thought was beautiful. It was an emotional nod to season 3A and I absolutely adored this character development on behalf of both of them.

- Marlene said that Ali verbalises her sexuality in 715. She started to, which was great, but I wanted a bit more. Just another line or two. 

- I’m loving how they’re handling the situation with Emison. I did find it odd however that Emily kept saying the decision was Ali’s. I don’t know why Emily felt she had a smaller say. I’m glad she eventually realised her say is important too.

- Again, like I said above, I haven’t seen anyone’s comments yet, but I’m assuming most of us are theorising that Spencer’s twin was talking to Wren? Why would Spencer be arguing with Wren? She had a good cover up though - that Wren authorised Charlotte passes to visit Mona! But, the fact she told Ezra to keep it a secret that he saw her… it came across as exactly that; a cover up. The AD reveal may not be AD voluntarily revealing themselves like Charlotte did. Ezra may piece it together! “When I saw you with Wren at the airport” … “I was never at the airport with Wren?” says Spencer. Bam, AD is revealed!

- We actually don’t see Wren again until the finale, where we see him in a very surprising interaction with someone as part of the ultimate final twist (writer confirmed that). We’ll see him again with Spencer’s twin??

- That was a bit too short though. Wren should’ve had a few more lines, and one more scene. But I guess it was supposed to be short because he was talking (supposedly) with Spencer’s twin… if that scene went on any longer and we heard any of the conversation, we’d know too much too soon.

- Marco made a good point, that someone was trying to make it look like Archer is alive (by using his credit cards) yet now they’re making it look like he’s dead. He made a good point that maybe there’s more than one person pulling the strings here. 

- Spencer using Archer’s credit card… ahhhh we were right. 

- Marco will end his relationship with Spencer because he’ll feel like Spencer only got close to him so that she can destroy any evidence and also eavesdrop on the case. Which, isn’t true. But it definitely looks that way. Spencer = sad, Toby = sad, Spoby comes back.

- I loved the absence of Toby and Caleb. Not a hater of them, but it was a breath of fresh air from the romance.

- “Can I go?” … “I can’t stop you”. I dunno why, but I loved that. Marco is obeying the law and remaining professional whilst also showing his love for Spencer by letting her go prepare a defence so to speak.

- I didn’t like the ending! They were building up to a big dramatic Riverdale cliffhanger! (Literally, a Cliff Hanger… if you know what I mean.) I thought the note was hinting that Mary committed suicide, and the camera would pan over to a dramatic reveal. The directing was amazing… the feels!!! But, I was expecting one more scene before it faded out.

- Ezria scenes were great! I liked the argument about going vs staying. I could see Troain’s directing in that. She told them to crank up the heat. I saw sparks in Ezra and Aria’s eyes that we haven’t seen in both of them in a while. There was genuine frustration at the situation from both of them.

- Aria betraying the girls was so cool. But, I wish they took it a step further like Aria actually doing something to physically hurt the girls rather than just give AD info. Writers, you have permission to break my heart. Test the friendship as much as possible. But, it’s not over. Maybe they’ll go there next week.

- Mona, Mona, Mona. Please, don’t disappear on us like that again. 5 left… please be in all 5! And omg, her admiration of the game had me smiling. That was the best reaction. Whoever wrote the ep, good choice. Her loving the evilness in the game (”it’s brilliant, I wish I did it” etc) makes me question her current loyalties however…

- I wanted Spencer to find Mary. I didn’t like the constant teasing through the bottles (cool concept!) only to end up that she won’t find her this episode. 

- The Lucas and Charles story was cool. And it seems the girls are all suspecting what we fans are… that Lucas’ apartment is bugged with cameras and microphones everywhere. Cant wait to see where this story goes, particularly with the dollhouse reference in the comic.

- NEXT WEEK’S PROMO!! Episode looks amazing! Of course, promos always look better than the actual episode but… “that’s why you were tortured” says Lucas (or something like that). Watch that be extremely anticlimactic, we won’t find out AD’s motive or anything!

- Overall, 8/10! I did enjoy it. A few tiny tiny things I disagreed with, and an overall lack of answers. But, the fast pace of it did make it feel like a love-letter to the fans. It just doesn’t compare to the shit-storm that was season 6! This is good.

7 minutes in heaven {pt.2}

PART 1

pairing; jungkook x reader | taehyung x reader
genre; angst,romance
word count; 6.8k
warnings; mild/strong language

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A/N; sorry that it has taken me MONTHS to post this second part, i was really struggling with the story line here :( i hope you are able to enjoy it nonetheless, pls like and reblog as it helps me out a lot <3

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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking prompts. What if Neil gets a concussion and starts mixing up his languages? I love your writing!

(thank you so much! I had so much fun writing this honestly also HEY apparently language based confusion post head trauma like.. doesn’t happen lmao but lets suspend our disbelief y'all)


It’s USC’s new “problem player” who does it.

There’s a scrimmage for the ball in the last quarter, and Neil ends up bodychecked into plexiglass head-first. His helmet goes loose and bounces away before he hits the floor.

Neil’s 5’3” against the backliner’s 6’5” is like pitting an axe against the base of a tree. Neil’s legs quiver like wind through leaves, and then he’s cut down.

Andrew watches the whole thing unravel, the wind-up and the swing and the bounce. Neil topples onto his back with the brutality of a drop from a moving car, and he doesn’t get back up. There’s an awkward minute of shouting and buzzers and repetitive shrugging from the backliner. Andrew leaves goal just as Jeremy crosses the court to jab a finger in his teammate’s chest.

“We do not fight dirty like that! Jesus Christ Trent, If we’d taken that point from them the win would mean what?”

“Nothing,” the backliner replies glumly, eyes down. Andrew takes it as a prime opportunity to punch him across the jaw with his whole weight behind it.

The guy goes reeling, holding his face and looking down at Andrew with slack jawed disbelief — doubtless surprised to find someone half his size had just loosened a few teeth.

Andrew feels Kevin at his back, and Jeremy steadies Trent by the shoulder as he levels eyes at him. “Can’t we be civil for one game?”

Kevin shrugs, sickeningly sheepish. “You’re in fox territory.”

“How could I forget,” Jeremy says, eyes rolling. He says something else but Andrew’s already turning to find Neil, his unchecked injury like an oven left on - the niggling, panicking doubt of it.

Jean’s crouched at Neil’s side, speaking quietly and firmly with his eyebrows yanked together like pursestrings.

“Get away from him,” Andrew says, dizzy with anger. All the times Neil has defended Jean and the things he’d let Riko do surface and clash in Andrew’s head.

Jean looks up, unconcerned with Andrew’s warning. “Something is wrong.”

Andrew puts himself between Jean and Neil, stepping right where Jean’s hands are splayed out on the floor so that he recoils. He leans over Neil and watches his open eyes, the frost of confusion on them.

“Get up.”

Neil finds him, like he’s squinting through smoke. “Je ne peux pas.”

Andrew grabs his shoulders, unamused. “Try again.”

“It was something else a minute ago. Something slavic?” Jean says. Andrew ignores him.

“Andrew,” Neil says urgently, eyes bloodshot and unfixed. “Je suis fatigué.”

“Don’t sleep,” Andrew warns. He pulls Neil to his chest and drags him upright by his armpits.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Trent calls from a few feet away, his team congregating behind him like disappointed parents.

“We’re benching him for the next couple of games,” Jeremy adds seriously. “You deserve better.”

“You touch what’s mine again and you lose a hand,” Andrew says airily.

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Babysitter || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by jinatetae

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff


Y/B/F - your best friend

The sound of your phone ringing was the first thing that you heard. Taehyung groaned beside you and rolled back over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. The sound of your ringtone going off that early made his ear drums ache.

In your sleepy haze, you managed to grab the phone, answering it and muttering a lazy hello into the microphone.

“Y/n!” Your best friends voice flooded over the line. There was a sense of panic in her voice that caused you to sit up straight in bed. Taehyung groaned even louder beside you, not wanting to be up this early but you had never heard y/b/f sound like this before.

She sounded incredibly worried and scared, and you thought that maybe something had happened. You weren’t sure exactly what, but it had to be important.

“My babysitter quit on me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t leave Bora at home, but I can’t bring her to work with me. And I can’t call in sick because then my boss will be angry at me.” Your friend continued to ramble on and on.

You knew how hard it had become for y/b/f ever since she had Bora. Bora’s father had disappeared one day and never returned, making y/b/f’s life more difficult then ever. It didn’t help that she didn’t make as much money as she needed to pay for everything they needed.

You had watched Bora a few times for her, taking the four year old for the day and treating her in ways that her mother couldn’t.

For a four year old, Bora understood that it was tough for her mom. She was possibly one of the smartest kids you had ever met, and it amazed how much she gave up to make her mom happy. She didn’t care about not being able to attend her first year of school, she didn’t care about having the newest toys and such.

It amazed you how mature she was. And you knew that y/b/f really was blessed to have a daughter like Bora.

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Jealousy |Jack Maynard|

Summary -  Y/N and Anna have a girls day and Jack is really happy to see them together but gets lowkey jealous because he’s not seen Y/N all day.

Word Count - 1,329

Warnings - N/A


“What colour were you thinking Anna?” you asked, as you sat crossed legged on the bed, rummaging through the make up bag that already had half the contents spilled over the bed.

“Well, I was thinking like a peach or coral colour because I’ll be wearing like an apricot coloured top.” Anna smiled, her attention was currently on what colour nail polish to wear as she was going to a friend’s party.

I mean, she was deciding everything now and she didn’t leave the house for another 2 hours, whereas you were a more of a ‘leave everything until the last minute’ kind of person, but you had agreed to help your boyfriends little sister out.

Though Jack didn’t seem too pleased on the idea as you hadn’t seen him in a few days, he wanted you all to himself but helping Anna wouldn’t take that long, would it?

It made you laugh and smile because Anna was making such an effort; being 16 your looks were obviously important. You were the same when you were 16, but now being 22 years of age, you were lucky if you made the effort to get dressed as when you did spend time with him, Jack preferred it to just be the two of you, having a lazy day.

“What about this one?” you smiled, holding up the small bottle of nail polish.

Anna smiled and nodded, taking it out of your hand and held it up to the light to examine the colour as you laughed.

“Anna, it’s as close as we’re gonna get. You’re going to look amazing.”

Anna blushed slightly and looked down at her hands as a grin spread on your face.

This was something Jack always did as well, whenever you embarrassed him, he instantly looked down to his hands.

“Right, what did you need help with next?” you asked, as you heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.

“Erm, I think that the next thing was-” Anna started before being interrupted as her bedroom door swung open.

“Are you done yet?” Jack whined, a sad look on his face as you giggled.

“Not quite yet babe.” You told him, smiling as he sat next to on Anna’s bed.

“How long are you gonna be?” he mumbled, resting his head on your shoulder as he glanced over the mass of make up on the bed.

“I’ve still gotta choose shoes, what eye make up and jewellery I’m wearing.” Anna told him, not even looking up as she started to look through multiple eye shadow palettes.

Jack groaned in response, starting to pick a few make up products off the bed.

“What’s this?” he asked, holding a little black tube in his hand, looking at you curiously.

Glancing over at him, you knew he was going to ask many more questions and it wasn’t because he was interested in the answers, it was because his plan was to annoy you until you caved and left Anna to make her own choices and proceed to have your lazy day with Jack.

“Primer.” You told him, going back to look at what kind of eyelashes Anna should wear tonight.

“That stuff that you put on walls before you paint them?” he asked, looking at you and Anna like you were mad. “Why the fuck do you put this on your face?”

Anna rolled her eyes at her older brother, as you started laughing.

“It’s kind of like the same thing but for your face, before you put foundation on.” You giggled, ruffling his hair as Jack glared back at you playfully.

“Is that what this is?” Jack asked, reaching over your lap to pick up the glass bottle. You nodded in response, beginning to look through Anna’s selection of eyelashes again.

“Y/N, please can we stop this now, Anna can decide the rest on her own.” He begged, with the look of puppy dog eyes to follow his request.

“Jack, I really won’t be that long now, promise.” You smiled slightly, stroking his cheek with your thumb as his eyes closed at your touch.

“I just want to spend time with you.” Jack mumbled, barely audible as he knew Anna would start teasing him if she heard the conversation.

Looking down at him, Jack’s blue eyes sparkled as he looked back up at you.

“I know, and I will be done soon, I promise.” You told him for the second time, kissing his forehead.

Jack sighed deeply as he stood up.

“Right well, see you whenever then.” He mumbled, leaving the room quickly.

You sighed quietly as you heard him slam his bedroom door and glanced at Anna.

“You know what he’s life, Y/N. He always wants his own way. He’ll calm down in a minute.” Anna smiled slightly.

You nodded once and turned quiet as you put your concentration into choosing those bloody eyelashes, before passing the tiny box to Anna, though you couldn’t help but think of Jack sulking in the next room.

After an hour or so, Anna had decided on everything from her outfit, to make up, to a handbag and jewellery. You had helped her do her make up and hair and you had to admit, she looked beautiful.

“Thank you so much for your help, Y/N.” Anna smiled as her hugged you, standing on her tiptoes even though she was wearing heels as you were still quite a bit taller than her.

“It’s fine Anna, just have fun and let me know how it goes.” You smiled, watching as she collected her phone and bag before Anna left her room and went downstairs.

You stood in the hallway as you heard Anna saying goodbye to her mum before hearing the front door click shut a few second later.

Letting out a deep sigh, you went into Jack’s bedroom, to find him sprawled out on his bed and the only light source was coming from his TV. Besides that, his entire room was in complete darkness.

“Jack.” You sighed as he glanced over to you, but still didn’t say a word.

“You can’t be jealous because I spent a bit of time with your sister.”

This got a reaction out of him, as he sat up and looked at you.

“A bit of time? You literally spent the whole day with her, Y/N. I hardly get to see you because we both work all the time, and when I thought I would get sometime with you, my baby sister steals you to talk about paint primer.” Jack frowned as a smile spread on your face.

Jack looked up at you, clearly confused as you smiled. “What?” he asked, still frowning.

“I told you, it’s not paint primer.” You giggled, causing Jack to roll his eyes.

“Oh come on, I’m sorry I spent so much time with Anna today.” You told him, sitting next to him on his bed as he turned his attention back to the glow that was coming from the TV.

“I promise, I am yours for the rest of the night, and tomorrow and next weekend.” You told him, taking the remote out of his hand; you moved into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Planting kisses all over his face, you smirked as he groaned when you missed his lips.

“A kiss and all is forgiven.” Jack told you, that sparkle coming back to his eyes.

You chuckled before leaning your forehead against his, leaving a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I love you.” You told him, those three simple words causing a deep blush to spring to his cheeks.

“More than you love Anna?” he smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently tracing his thumb over the skin that was exposed on your hip.

“Way more than I love Anna.” You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder and looking over at the TV.

Suppose you would both get your lazy day after all.

Things I associate with the houses:

Slytherin: the sharp clicking of heels, scribbled signatures, carless smirks, winks, coffee with whipped cream cause you need the sugar, running purely of adrenaline and drive, “sleep is for the weak”, not giving a damn about the status quo, plotting murder against donald trump, always having an escape plan, twitter fights because this person is just bugging me today, knowing exactly who you’d die for, playing music too loud then turing it down because “damn now i’ve got a headache”, not trusting perfect,so much sarcasm,“i’ve got it covered not really” just slytherin things.

Hufflepuff: laughing till your stomach hurts, baking brownies, refusing to swear, flipping the bird at the backs of authority, “but that’s unfair!”, helping a blind man, volunteering, hating something about someone but being two polite to say it to their face, feminism, trusting to much, spending all your money on sweets, “its not their fault”, little to no patience, rushing homework because “i was having too much fun, laughing at their own joking, so many dad jokes, sleeping in, “I’m so sorry professor my dog ate my homework”, all the puns, cheesy grins and lazy smiles, “I am not a hipster i swear”, actually waiting until their old enough to get tumblr, “i’m only breaking the rules because there stupid rules. just hufflepuff things.

Ravenclaw: endless pages of doodles, writing until your hands sore, being the teachers pet but hating said teacher, getting away with everything, literally pulling out hair from stress, stress eating, saying important things in a casual manner, knowing all the disney songs, “gosh darn i forgot my luncheon”,  losing your library card, “I’m not fit enough to cary all theses books!”, all the cute animals, writing publishable fanfiction, “its technically not a lie…”, overachievers, purposely failing classes because there boring, “bORing”, eye rolls, nutella addictions, running purely of caffeine, colour coded everything, new phones, overdue books, charming smiles, long answers, rainy inside days, just ravenclaw things.

Gryffindor: “i would but I don’t like you”, friendship bracelets, crushes, “come on it’ll be fun”, truth or dare, hangovers, dancing in the rain, hugs, “I’m about as straight as the amazon river”, flirty winks, running till you can’t, lights in your eyes, humming kpop, fighting over stupid stuff, internet famous, possessiveness, singing around a bonfire, extrovert, 2 steps ahead of the trends, wishing on shooting stars, “i’ll prove it!”, running out of charge, perfect makeup or no makeup, “but we’re just friends?”, making yourself full on sweets, mephobia, “what could go wrong?”, just meeting deadlines, blue lips and smiles, binge watching, funny faces, short skirts, curled hair, odd talents, grins. just gryffindor things.
 

Prompts from the “Summer Hearts” verse

See here and here, for context.

Anonymous said:Oh boy. Things are getting intense for the summer fey’s human boyfriend. Got any prompts for the prince teaching him how to defend himself? (Or else imma have to agree with the princesses and say that he’s not gonna last long there)

Anonymous said:Oh shiiiit! Lmao say hello to your newest Spring faerie princess and winter faerie princess fan! Goddamn! I must have more prompts about those two!! You write faeries so beautifully!

Anonymous said:Don’t mean to request this so soon, but now IM DYING to see the human meet his boyfriend’s (summer fey prince) ex lover(s)!!! 


1) “Alright,” the fey prince planted his feet firmly on the grass. “Give it your best shot.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
A small smile flickered his boyfriend’s lips, familiar and mischievous like it had been before things got a little too serious. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
“I might!” the human said, a bit offended by the complete certainty. “Look at you, skinny little prick.” 
“Love, I can turn into a dragon. You know that. You’re not going to hurt me.”
“Well - I - I play a lot of sports and go to the gym,” 
“Yes, and you’re in very good shape, babe. Now try and hit me already.” 


2) “I thought you were teaching me how to fight.” 
“You win a fight against my kind with your wits, not your fists.” His boyfriend caught his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles - the teasing gesture belief by the look on his face. The intent focus. He nudged the textbook on Fey law closer and settled back. “Knowledge is power. Summarize the first chapter for me so we can go do something fun. You can have a kiss if you get it right,”


3) When meeting the two of them, humans had the habit of expecting Spring to be kind. Spring was warm, youthful, harvest and rebirth. She was a flush of life, dark brown skin and eyes like the earth. Winter, privately, adored to watch her. Fascinated by the way flowers sprung to life beneath her feet and everything bloomed to life under her hands just like with her half brother, of the Summer Court. But life was hungry for all of her bountifulness, and Winter had never met someone so ambitious beneath their sweetness. Spring lacked the hedonistic laziness, the playfulness, of summer. Most of all, perhaps, Spring was forever waiting and trying to make Winter melt. She tossed an apple across as she swept into Winter’s diamondesque court, a burst of colour among the white as she threw herself into Winter’s lap as she fumbled to catch. Promptly plucked up the apple again from Winter’s hand and took a bite. “I have a seed of an idea for you, I think you’ll like it. You can nurture it for me.” “No.”
“You haven’t heard it yet.”
“I don’t have to, I know that look on your face.”


4) “Haven’t you ever heard that the forbidden fruit tastes sweeter?” Spring purred. She enjoyed the slight pink on Winter’s pale cheek, delighted to coax colour and life even in a place that most of the world mistakenly thought frozen and dead.
“You’re not forbidden.”
“Jealous? You can touch too if you like.”
No.
Spring sighed. “I may as well be forbidden, for all your pragmatism. Tension between the courts, impractical to ruling, blah blah blah. With me on your side, we could rule everything. It’s a perfect alliance.”   


5) Considering what they knew now, they hadn’t expected…this when they saw their boyfriend’s ex. They’d expected a broken heart, some pitiful thing. A wraith of a person. This one was positively cheery and not in the slightest bit ruined.
“Such a good summer.” The old ex punched the Fey Prince in the shoulder, face wrinkled now with age and fondness. “Ever want to hide from the court, the two of you are welcome to come round. Just bring some of those sweets I like.” They looked at the other human. “The stories I could tell you about this one, oh lord.”


6) “You should be careful,” the ex lover said. “Bit of sunshine is wonderful, too much gives you skin cancer. Not the sun’s fault, but he forgets.”
“Who are you talking to?” their boyfriend called across the room. “We’re going to be late, come on.” The Fey Prince practically jumped on the spot. 
 “…actually forgets?” Something curdled in the human’s stomach.
“He doesn’t do well with old age nor goodbyes. Or pain. Or anything too serious as you might have noticed. Prefers to goof off. Anything human is a distraction to him from his duties, however sweet he finds you.”
“We’re engaged.”
“You’re a blip in his timeline. Human rituals mean nothing to a kindly one and that boy is old.” The ex lover glanced over, for the first time, grabbing their bags as the Fey Prince finally got bored of waiting and came over. “He hasn’t aged a day since he was with me.”


7) “It will be the best summer of your life if you don’t expect it to last.” 

Love, Bed And Breakfast - 3

Part 1  Part 2

3 days later you and Harry were still housemates. He had moved into the guest room and had actually, for the most part, stuck to the “No nudeness” rule. He had also given you your space. You had had breakfast and some dinners together, getting to know each other a bit better.

You found out that he was a photography student and hobby musician. He lived in London with three flatmates. And he was exhaustingly cheerful.

When you came to breakfast on the 4th day, Harry was on his phone, while pouring milk into his cereal.

“Yeah… alright, that sounds awesome!… Totally!… Brilliant. I’ll see you there.”

He hung up and turned to you with a smile.

“Morning, love.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes only a little. You had asked him not to call you ‘love’, or anything else like that, but, as most everything that annoyed you about him, he chose to ignore it.

“Morning, Harry. Any plans for today?”, you asked, getting eggs out of the fridge.

“Yeah, I was actually just talking to a friend about that. It’s a great day and the waves are perfect and so yeah, we’re going to the beach.”

You gave an acknowledging nod as you mixed the eggs with some seasoning.

“Soooo…”, he started, while you poured the fluid into a pan.

You turned, finding Harry looking at you with a massive grin.

You feared the worst.

“Wanna come?”, he questioned.

You bit your lip, concentrating on stirring the eggs.

“I don’t know…”

“Come oooon! It’ll be fun! You can’t possibly have anything more fun to do. And it won’t just be me, if you’re worried about that. There’ll be a few of us, I promise.”

You frowned.

“I thought you didn’t know anyone in Australia.”
Harry gave you his characteristic grin and shrugged.

“I make friends easy. So, what do you say?”

You sighed, thinking of the quiet of the museums you had intended on visiting. But then you imagined the sound of the ocean, warm sand between your toes and a lazy day, spent reading and eating and sleeping.

“Alright, fine. Guess the museums can wait another day.”

Harry just grimaced for a moment, then he smiled.

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#105 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “One where the lids are gobsmacked that van is dating a girl like you? (They think ur outta his league)” and “Could u do one where reader is very awkward but is very pretty, and all of guys ( or a select few) are in awe of her beauty but she is oblivious, and then Van beats them all to it and tells her about his actual feelings, that hes not just infatuated with her and shes super awkward about it?”

Note: I would like you to suspend reality for the time it takes you to read this. Let’s pretend the world is good, and that when we fall in love it’s instantaneous and all-consuming. It’s perfect in the truest sense of the word. I get that this fic is unrealistic (lol, like the others aren’t?) but I’m rolling with it. We can live in extremes just for today; just for now. 


The moment you met Van McCann you stopped caring about everything else. The life you had planned for yourself didn’t matter anymore. It was like you had spent your years building a city to live in. Walls to keep you safe. Places to work. To socialise. To eat. To sleep. People you knew. Safety. Structure. Then, Van. He was a tsunami that crashed through and reduced the city to rubble. Rebuilding would be impossible; even the very foundations of your existence were cracked and unuseable. All you could do was stand up with the clothes on your back and join in the destruction. Be the cloudy storm swelling high above his wave. The moment you met Van, you fell in love so hard it hurt. 

You had answered an advertisement in the local paper. Female, 22, seeking 20whatever female as housemate. Must have job and like music. You called the number and a week later moved into a new apartment with Emily. You clicked right away, and decided that you’d throw a housewarming. The still unfamiliar space of your apartment filled with people quickly, and you discovered that most of her friends were musicians or associated with the music industry in some capacity. It was 10.01pm when you first saw Van from across the room. 

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An Unexpected Gift 🕯 🛍 💕

BYELER ONESHOT FIC

BETA BY: @noahsbyers

SUMMARY:

Will’s habit of talking in his sleep, has always been a source of entertainment for the boys when they have had sleepovers together. Will’s ramblings have always set Dustin off in a fit of laughter every time. Until, one night, after Mike and Will receive an unexpected gift from Steve Harrington, Will’s mindless sleep chatter becomes more serious and one of his deepest, most well guarded secrets, that he had tried so hard to keep from seeing the light of day, is revealed through the gift they received earlier that day. Mike is shocked to learn something he never knew about his best friend, and starts to question everything he thought he knew about Will.
Pairing: Mike x Will
Estimated time to read: 15 minutes

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Pull
  • Title: Pull
  • Pairing: Jake x MC (romantic), Diego x MC (not romantic) and Mike x Jake (not romantic)
  • Summary: Jake and MC discuss what each of them thinks about soulmates. My entry for #ChoicesCreates @hollyashton@lauraotaku2234

Originally posted by uptional

Quietness sat between them comfortably, both of them looking at the shining stars and pale moon that contrasted with the black sky. There was a light breeze that had pushed them closer, his arm lazily resting on her shoulder to give her more heat, as they both lunged on the hammock.

Everybody else was sleeping, and when the girl suggested they went down to have a couple of beers and enjoy the silence, he couldn’t refuse. There was something about the way that she spoke to him, the way that she carried herself with him, that made it almost impossible for him to say no to whatever she might propose.

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Word Count: A Whopping 4737!
Author’s Note: Let this be a lesson to you all about asking me for smut. You get 4200 words of exposition, and 500 words of the deed because I am desperately out of practice ;) This request came from @bkwrm523, who asked for “Bones/reader, he’s trying to win her over on the great outdoors, and she’s a city girl? Smut, if possible?” 
Warning: Smut. Eventually. After 4200 words.


You had never been so excited about shore leave. Three weeks, back on Earth, with no obligations or responsibilities. You’d already booked in to a spa getaway for the first week, and were looking forward to doing some shopping and indulging in some poolside R&R the other two weeks. It was going to be perfect. You ran your fingers through your hair, teasing the tangles out of the ends. If nothing else, getting a cut and colour was a luxury you couldn’t wait to indulge in. And maybe some intensive hydration therapy for your hands, dried and cracked and bleeding constantly because of all the handwashing in MedBay. You grabbed your PADD and a coffee off the replicator and sat down at the nurse’s station to check your messages. You had received the hotel confirmation for the second part of leave, but had yet to hear from the spa, and shuttles started leaving the Enterprise in less than two hours. You weren’t scheduled until the last shuttle, medical staff were always the last off, but you still had no confirmation of reservation. As you took your first sip of coffee, you scrolled through the messages that had come in overnight.

“Goddamnit!” You cursed, scanning through the message from the spa.

“What’s wrong, kid?” Bones leaned over the desk, an eyebrow raised.

“I had a week at a spa planned, and they’ve just,” you paused and scanned the message, “an hour ago, informed me they are overbooked and won’t be honouring my reservation.”

“Who goes to a spa on leave anyhow?” He asked. “From one sterile, filtered air environment to another? No way. You need some time in the great outdoors. Get some sun on your face, breathe some fresh mountain air.”

“That sounds horrible,” you deadpanned. Leonard had been raving about all his insane outdoorsy plans since shore leave had been granted. It sounded cold, uncomfortable and smelly, and you hadn’t been shy about saying it.

“I know for a fact you love the beach, Y/L/N,” he countered.

“That’s different,” you shrugged. “That’s coconut scented sunblock, and sand in my toes, and pina coladas.”

“It’s the same sun kissing your skin. The same breeze raking through your hair.” he smiled, a faraway look on his face.

“You make camping sound like a sexual experience,” you scoffed. A lazy smile pulled at his mouth and his gaze met yours and locked on.

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Midnight Luxe (Part 2)

Originally posted by mayfifolle

(Part 1) (Part 3)  (Part 4)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: University AU/ Angst / Smut

Summary: Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook. The alluring and beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show, the man who turned your life upside down. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.

Inspired by the anime/manga paradise kiss :)


Driving with Jungkook in his expensive open top car was perhaps the most liberating experience of your life. Your palms sweated against the black leather clad seats as your hair blew wildly in the wind.

Streetlights morphed into a blur as Jungkook sped down the road. He gripped the steering wheel tightly within his large hands and his eyes flitted over to you every so often, you felt so completely exposed being trapped in the gaze of his  beautiful knowing eyes. He didn’t smile at you, nor did he frown, instead he wore a facial expression that could almost be described as sultry, everything about him oozed sensuality, even when he wasn’t trying.

Already you were completely entranced.

The way Jungkook drove was wild. He was going so alarmingly fast and it set your heart hammering even harder than before. You had to stop yourself letting out a cry of panic as he flew over a speed bump, your body jolting upwards violently as he did so. It continued on like this, him rushing past red lights, going over the speed limit and you were pretty sure he almost killed about three pedestrians.

“I got my license three days ago” Jungkook announced with a smirk.

“Really? I never would have been able to tell” you replied, voice laced with sarcasm.

Even talking to him without your voice wavering proved to be difficult. He let out a small chuckle at your words, the melodic noise echoed through your mind even after he’d stopped.

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My moon, sun and stars

Pairing : Rap Monster (Namjoon) x you

Genre : fluff

Summary : Your boyfriend, Namjoon, doesn’t have any inspiration so he hangs out with you to find some.

Word count : 914

A/N: okay so I was going to write an nsfw version but I wasn’t getting anything good so I wrote something quite fluffy instead. This is honestly trash, it will give you toothaches. I’m sorry anon I don’t know if this is really what you wanted but I tried to be as descriptive as possible and everything >< I might write an nsfw version of this, tell me what you think ! The quote at the end is Cummings’ :) Enjoy !

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Face-up Attempt #92 - Blue (Dyed Little Monica Little Sarubia)

My gosh guys, gals, and non-binary pals, this face-up has been a JOURNEY.

It started with the freckles, which quickly got out of hand and made me realise I was going to have to freckle her neck and shoulders as well (no pictures, but I did do that - the lazy way, where I just sprayed her and freckled her without any unstringing)

Then I wanted to use this metallic copper paint I have for her lips, but it just looked super orange and for some reason made me think of a duck. So I painted over the orange with blue and purple metallic and then used some pink paint, with a swirl of silver into the wet pink at her mouth to lighten the colour a tiny bit and give it a little depth (sometimes this technique works sometimes it doesn’t)

I’m not even going to mention the eyebrows, the pictures should tell you enough about those

Then the whole eye look just did not work at all! The colours were too dark and combined with her eyes, I hated the way the whole thing looked. I took my purple pearl ex and went over the eyeshadow with that, which brightened everything up a little. After that, I look my “opal dust” aka the glitter gloss and went over her under eye area, her eyeliner and her mouth. Finally, I took my pink gold pearl ex and smushed it all over her checks, her chin, her nose and her forehead.

I feel like this look is still a little corpse bride-esque, but at least it’s glamorous corpse bride. Glamorous corpse bride I can live with, even if it does mean she now requires a more glamorous wardrobe

Also different eyes helped as well

PURPLE

Chapter 7- Responsibilities

Jon pushed the case onto his mother’s bed. It was weird how heavy her case was.

He opened the case up to find a shit ton of bottles.

“For fuck sakes.” He mumbled, getting them out and popping them onto the floor. He took her clothing out and dumped them into her nearly full washing basket making a mental note to go to the laundry place down the road. At the bottom of the suitcase was a load of cleaning products which he also took out and a handful of cash which he placed onto her nightstand.

His mum was a cleaner, hence her taking his door a few years back. The houses she cleaned being tidier than the one she lived in.
Jon had questioned her career though after clearing many of her suitcases after she had left them unpacked to find unanswerable things such as stacks of money and skimpy clothing.

She did what she had to to get by.

Jon came down with the 5 bottles in his hands and under his arms, his mother glaring at him awkwardly.

“I’m just putting this in the fridge ma. You don’t have to be all wishy washy with me.” Jon stated, keeping eye contact. She smiled weakly back at him before getting up.

“I’ll leave you guys in peace. Tell me if you need anything Evan.”

He nodded slightly, watching Jon who was watching his mum climb slowly up the stairs, sighing when she was out of sight.

“She’s changed.”

Jon hummed in agreement, turning to face Evan who was leaning on the counter. His muscular arms were wrapped around his chest as he watch Jon’s eyes. It wasn’t a weird awkward silence Evan tended to cause with others, no, Jon was different.

“I just don’t want to turn out like her, wallowed in self-pity all the damn time with a shit job and a shit house.”

“And you won’t Jo.”

“You don’t know that.” Jon sighed, now coming to cross his arms too. “I’m already failing school. If I don’t start doing something soon I’ll be kicked out.”

“Kicked out? But you work, you’re giving something. It’s not like you’re one of these ungrateful kids that launder money of their parents without a care, who don’t earn what they have.”

Jon huffed, the cogs working in his brain. His voice coming out in a harsh whisper “My ma hates me here.”

“What, why?”

“Because I get angry with her. I don’t feel empathy for her like I use too. I can’t feel empathy for her. I’ve done everything for her. I do all the chores and I even pay the bills when she blows her money on shit she wants and she still doesn’t do anything, she still wants me out the house now I’m 18 so she can sell it and live on people’s couches and fuck them for money. Without me here she can do what she pleases without worrying about her children getting in the way. That’s why my sister moved out. Because mom doesn’t want anything to do with us anymore.”

Evan huffed in annoyance.

“It’s not your responsibility to deal with this shit Jo, I know now we’re older we have so much to think about, but I don’t think worrying about your financial support and mother’s health should be one yet, that’s not fair on you.”

“Life’s unfair.” Jon stated factually, shrugging. “It’s better than being homeless, well, I might be if I don’t pass this year, which I didn’t.”

“Jo. You don’t know that. You’re clever.”

“Not that you know this, but I failed every single test I revised at least 3 hour each for this year. When I took the final year exam I only answered 9 of the 30 questions. Don’t you see Ev? I’m not just saying it like everyone else does. I’m not saying it like a ‘D’ or even an ‘E’ is a fail. I’m saying it as like, not even passing. At all. You know that when you were here I only just scraped past the last few years and since you’ve gone and things of got harder, home and school wise, I can’t even get an ‘F’. So yeah, I’m probably going to end up in prostitution or something.”

Evan cringed, he slid along the counter to stand closer to Jon. Jon frowned at him slightly, but smiled. It was that fake smile that Evan hated. The one he’d do if he was thinking in self-doubt, the smile he’d hide behind whilst his head exploded to insure nobody knew his true emotions, nobody knew him.

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen, right? If your mom kicks you out or you go into some dodgy job just to get some extra cash then you realise I’m going to help out, yeah? I’ll let you share my bedroom or give you money or something. Just promise me you won’t push me away and not tell me.”

Jon bit down hard on his lip, meeting the honey eyes of his best friend. There was no way he was going to drag Evan into his problems. They were his. Evan didn’t need extra responsibility just because he had chosen the wrong friend to be close with.

“Ev I can’t-can’t promise anything.”

“Why? Jo, you’re my best friend. I want to help you if you’re in trouble.”

“Well, say if I don’t want help though?”

Evan frown.

“I don’t care if you want it. I’m going to help you for my selfish need of making sure my best friend is going to be okay.”

Jon looked towards the floor, his hands wrapped around one another. He knew there was no way of arguing back. When Evan was set on something, he was going to do it no matter what.

“You can be a stubborn bitch sometimes.” Evan mumbled, playing with a penny left on the counter. “But so can I.”

Jon snorted, watching Evan spin the coin.

“I know, thanks.”

A grin fell onto Evan’s face, meeting Jon’s ocean blue eyes.

“I know.”

They both carried a big bag each down to the launderettes in town. Evan had never been to one before and wondered how Jon even managed to carry of all these clothes by himself.

“Could you separate them for me?” Jon asked. Evan looked at him in confusion.

“The colours you tit. The blacks from the whites and shit.”

“Oh right.” Evan mumbled, it was weird doing such a domestic thing without some parent nearby. He was still living with his able parents so he had no idea how any of this worked. It wasn’t that he was lazy- okay he was a little lazy- but his parents just never asked him or taught him.

Jon chuckled to himself. It was hilarious watching Evan try to figure out the colours. He was putting them into rainbow formation, and it was adorable.

“You do realise you can keep the coloured ones together.”

“But you told me to separate them! You can’t tell me to do one thing and it not be that.”

Jon laughed harder.

“You’re such a pampered bitch. Wait till you go to uni, you’ll have to learn all this shit.”

Evan rolled his eyes.

“I might have to take you with me then.”

Jon paused for a second. He wished Evan wasn’t joking. He would love to come with him across the country and live with him. But, he still had to finish school. He knew without school he’d turn like his mum, and he really didn’t want to get stuck there. He wanted to be just as successful as the rest of his mates, even if it meant it would take him 2 years longer.

“Wanna go grab something to eat?”

I was about 6pm, but they were both hungry anyway after not eating much of whatever Ryan had cooked, God’s knows what it really was.

Evan nodded as they both walked down towards the McDonald’s near the main street.

They brushed lightly against each other as they talked about, just, stuff. It wasn’t anything special. It was normally the ideas that Jon was having and Evan trying to make sense of whatever idea that was, and skits, they loved making skits together from the ideas they’d make up. Yeah, it may have seemed childish to talk about shit like how it would be funny if terminator got hit by a car and died crossing a road somehow. But that’s why they were best friends, because they loved talking about nothing but random ideas and skits. It helped them take their minds off of all the responsibilities they had.

Jon watched Evan eat slowly across from him. He still couldn’t get his head around the fact he was here, in front of him, eating the shit out of a double cheeseburger.

“This is so damn weird Evan.” Jon muttered, smiling slightly. The habit had started to come back again.

“What is?” Evan questioned, trying to catch a falling drip of sauce from his lips and failing.

“You being here, looking like an idiot I swear it.”

“You know like, what-ever” Evan said, clearly pouting as he put on the childish accent.

Jon laughed, pointing to his own chin to signal the spill Evan had left.

He quickly wiped at it, causing Jon to roll his eyes.

“Let me get it you damn man.” Jon got a tissue from the bag and leaned over the table, dabbing the spot from his chin. “I told you you were a pampered bitch.”

“No.” Evan replied, grinning. “Why would you think that?”

Jon snorted in reply, now biting into his burger. He wanted Evan to never leave him again.

They went back to the launderettes to grab the clothing and lunged it between them back up the hill and into Jon house.
They came back to a quiet house as Jon’s mum has disappeared back to where ever she spent her paycheck. They dumped the laundry into each room, ready to be put away.

Evan was about to start unloading it when Jon touched his arm lightly.

“Let’s do it later Ev. We deserve a damn rest.” He laughed, bringing Evan to sit on his bed with him.

“What do you wanna do to chill off? It’s only like 8 and I’m tired as shit.”

“Hm,” Evan sat in thought, his eyes scanning the tanned face before him. “Do you still play the guitar?”

“Yeah man, do you?”

“Of course. Where is it?”

Jon looked around his room, trying to find any hints of where he had placed it last.

“I think I left it near my push bike, let me get it a second.”

Jon ran down the stairs, going into the garage where he stored his bike. He couldn’t afford a car and even if he could there wasn’t any point, he lived close to everything he needed and Luke was always up for giving him a lift places to show off his car.

He found the old thing tucked behind a box to keep it safe.

“Oh dude it looks older than I remember it.” Evan stated as he handed it to him.

“It’s cuz I use it so much, it’s missing a damn sting too… I’ve rocked this old boy into its grave. I’m too poor to get a new one. But I’m saving.” He laughed, coming to sit next to Evan who plucked the strings.

They were all still in tune as Jon had kept it so, but the missing sting was annoying Evan.

“Just pretend it’s there.” Jon mumbled when he saw Evan frown in annoyance.

“My imagination doesn’t stem as far as yours Jo, I like hearing it.”

Jon rolled his eyes, taking the guitar from Evan. He began to play an unfamiliar tune as he made it up on the spot, missing out the C string he no longer had.

Evan giggled as he watched him play, it was so bad it had Evan almost in tears by the end.

“I know children with better rhythm than you.”

Jon pouted, glaring.

“Shut your rolls, tried my hardest, ya know, and it was damn beautiful!”

Evan bashed into him, laughing as he got jabbed by the neck of the guitar.

“Well this is no use, I wanted to teach you a song but I can’t now.”

Jon huffed, putting his guitar down. It used to be Evan’s before he bought a new one around 6 years ago and Jon never had the heart to get rid of it completely.

Evan pulled out his phone from his back pocket.

“You know that deep meaningful conversation we had earlier.”

“Yeah.”

“I mean it, you know.”

Jon frowned at him, wondering why he had brought up such a conversation now. He scanned his face, not getting a lot of information before Evan turned to him.

“Black or beige?”

“Excuse me?”

“Black or beige Jonathan. Just pick one.”

“Why?”

“Pick.”

“Black. Why?”

Evan shut his phone off, his grin a cheeky one.

“Someone likes the big D.”

“What do you me… EVAN THAT’S DAMN GROSS.”

Evan started to laugh hard, watching Jon chuckle, his cheeks flushed pink.

Jon looked so happy, and Evan found himself wanting to do anything to keep that smile planted on his face for the rest of time.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10691808/chapters/23916486