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Skulls and Roses 💀 🥀 (Part Four)

Jeon Jungkook

TATTOOIST AU!  COLLEGE AU!

The best way to get someone to like you is by getting kicked out of the dorms and having to live together. 

Part One Part Three

Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

“I’m not wearing that,” you cross your arms and shake your head for the millionth time.

“It’ll get you more tips!” the manager wiggles the skimpy outfit in front of you and smiles goofily at you, hoping that his enthusiasm and cringey aegyo would somehow make you change your mind.

You scoff in disbelief and cradle your cheek. “Oh really? Does it come with a pole? Cause I’m fucking certain that if I wear that people are going to think I’m a stripper.”

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The signs as random things my chemistry teacher said
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Aries:</b> "Stop asking me dumb questions! *sighs* Please just Google that shit, okay?"<p/><b>Taurus:</b> "This cup of mango juice is better than your grades."<p/><b>Gemini:</b> "Shall I compare thee to a halogen? Cause you're very unstable, Karen."<p/><b>Cancer:</b> *steps inside the classroom with a MCR t-shirt* "WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY.."<p/><b>Leo:</b> "Your chance of passing this year is as high as my chance to get laid tonight."<p/><b>Virgo:</b> "It got my degree and now I'm stuck with you idiots! Haha no I'm just kidding." *coughs* "not."<p/><b>Libra:</b> *Walks over to a smooching couple* Seems like you two got chemistry.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> "You could compare the octet rule to humanity. We all need someone to be with us and keep us stable." *looks trough the window* "Why did you leave me Amanda?"<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> "I'm gonna dress up as the guy from Despicable Me for Halloween this year. I expect you all to dress as minions. If not, everyone in this class will be facing consequences."<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> *with a thick fake accent* "Bloody hell mate! That is one magnificent jumper you're wearing."<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> "Call me Gouda because boy I've been cheesy as fuck lately."<p/><b>Pisces:</b> "WATCH OUT THAT'S EXPLOSIVE!" *student runs away scared* "Just kidding bro. "<p/></p><p/></p>
The Voices of Us Pt. 2

Summary: Youtuber!Au. In which Lance falls in love with Keith’s voice, Hunk is turning twenty-one, Shallura is the workout couple, Pidge is pining, and Keith is extremely concerned why all of his friends are YouTubers. And that is just the tip of the iceberg.

A/N: This lovely fic is dedicated to the even lovelier @sopaladone for letting me use their headcanon! I hope you like it! (I also wanted to mention my new friend @shadowdarkleonidascrusade because they are awesome.)

Warning: Language, Pidge is genderfluid but mostly goes by ‘they’ pronouns, and Klance is strong with this one.

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Keith didn’t really expect to see Lance entangled in a ball of yarn with the cats when he got home, but it seemed like that was how this day was going to go.

“Do I want to know?” He asked as he tossed his keys in the bowl they kept near the door. (Victoria gave them it as a housewarming gift. They weren’t really sure what do to with it until Lance finally found a convenient way to not lose his keys.) Lance blushed and looked at his hands. “I, uh, may have been trying to play with the cats and have gotten myself stuck?”

Keith sighed and walked into the kitchen. “I’ll get the scissors.”

“Thank you!”

It took thirty minutes of snipping, scratching, crying, and hissing, but Lance and the cats were finally free. The Latino lunged for Keith’s legs and hugged him tightly. “Keith, you are my savior. How will I repay you?”

Keith thought about it. Smirking, he said, “Letting me off the hook for singing.”

Lance’s shit-eating grin stretched off of his face as he turned to his camera, the red light blinking to show that it was recording. (How did he not see that? More importantly, how long was Lance like that waiting until he got home?) “Did you hear that, ladies and gentlemen? Keith fucking Yun is going to be singing on my channel in the next video! And,” he said as he started to stand up, “he can’t get out of it since we made a bet. Care to tell them what it is, Keith?”

He sighed. With a tight smiled, he said, “If you think I’m good, I have to make my own channel. If you think I’m bad, Lance has to make me some enchiladas.”

Lance’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, and he almost shrugged it off if if weren’t for how he smelled. Some sort of ocean-y smell. He might have to ‘borrow’ it later.

“That’s right, folks! So prepare for the awesomeness that is his voice! Comment below what you think he should sing, and…” Keith tuned out the rest of what he said. He couldn’t believe that he made that stupid bet. That stupid, stupid bet. Where was he even going to get the music for it? Would he have to make his own, or would he try to find instrumental versions? Maybe he could borrow Lance’s guitar. He could probably get Chelsea to play drums if they wanted a rock cover. Would he do a rock cover? This was too stressful. How did anyone do this?

“Don’t forget to like a subscribe! See you next time. Peace!” Lance held up a peace sign before moving to turn off the camera. He had to look away from the goofy grin on his face. He didn’t like the idiot. He didn’t.

Lance turned back to him. “You still going to Cierra’s later?”

“Yeah. She invited you.” He took off his shirt and walked towards his bedroom. Some rotten kid had gotten ranch dressing on the back of it. Luckily, it had been at the end of his shift. “I think she likes you!”

He heard him yelp and drop his camera, which was shortly followed by a “Shit!” His roommate was at the door within seconds. He was grinning. “Does she really?”

If it were anyone else, Keith would worry about not having a shirt on. But Lance had already seen his scars. Lance had already seen the tattoos on his wrists, his right ribs, and on his back. Lance had already seen it all, and he didn’t get that look that he used to get anymore.

“I don’t know, you idiot; I was guessing!” He held up an MCR t-shirt then tossed it onto the bed. Immediately, Lance went to fold it. 

“I’m gonna go. Maybe tonight will be the night that I get laid.” The bed creaked as he laid down on it. Keith laughed. “You?” he asked as he turned around, a Green Day shirt clutched in his hand. “Get laid? Never.”

The Latino scrambled to the end of the bed. He jabbed a finger in his face. “For your information, I actually get laid quite a lot. How about you, Mr. I haven’t had a date since freshmen year of high school? Hmm?”

Keith glared at him before putting on his shirt. (Lance stared. He checked.) “I went out on a date two weeks ago.” He walked out of the room, Lance following not too far behind. “Yeah, and how did that work out?”

He didn’t answer. The asshole knew exactly how it worked out-terribly. He was a jerk that tried to get into Keith’s pants, and when Keith explicitly said that he didn’t want to do anything on the first date, he got mad and up and left the date. Keith went home after paying the bill, caught Lance watching ‘Legally Blonde’, didn’t have the mentality to even make fun of him for it, and sat down to watch it with him. They ended up watching the second movie together, too.

“Exactly. So you can’t talk shit.”

He sat down on the couch and glared at him. There was a reason why he didn’t date. Okay, there were many reasons why he didn’t date, and most of them had something to do with his anxiety. He was constantly worried about people leaving him. He was constantly worried that they would realize that they didn’t want to be with him and end up breaking his heart. He was constantly worried that he’d end up alone, broken, and unwanted again.

But, most of all, he was constantly worried if they’d still want him-the broken him, the one that no one was allowed to see-after they found out just how much of a fuck up he was.

“You made your point. Now shut up already.”

Lance sat down next to him and slung his long arm onto the back of the couch. The word ‘Klance’ blared in his mind. He mentally cursed Pidge for showing him that. Blinking the thought away, he reached for the remote to turn on the TV.

If they had another couch or chair, Keith probably would’ve sat on that. But they were broke college students, and the only reason they even have a couch was because Victoria gave them the one that had been sitting in a storage unit for four years. She was a generous woman, even going as far as to have it dry cleaned for them. (He wasn’t sure why she didn’t do this for her oldest daughter, though it probably had to do with Elise moving in with someone that already had a furnished apartment. And she completely rejected the old couch. The boys were ecstatic when they found out they didn’t have to sit on the floor any more.)

The room was coated in a layer of gray by the time Lance’s soft snores filled his ears. He looked at him. His head was leaning back on the couch, his mouth slightly opened and chest rising with every breath. He obviously wasn’t aware that his fingers were tangled in the bottom of Keith’s hair. Keith didn’t know why they were even there, but he did know that if he moved just an inch, they’d be cuddling.

His eyes landed on the stud in his ear. He got it as a dare freshmen year but kept it once he realized that it was actually sort of cool. “Now all I need is a motorcycle and some tattoos, and I’ll be the bad boy of everyone’s dreams!” he joked one day. Keith remembered wanting to hit him for that. Now, all he wanted to do was just reach out and touch him.

He didn’t. Instead, he tried to turn his attention back to the cartoon. At some point, his eyes started to droop. Vaguely, he remembered Cierra and her invitation. I told her I was going to be there, he thought, but this is way better. Sleeping beats socializing any day.

Cierra texted him at some point, asking if he was coming. One look at Lance told him ‘no’, that he was getting up any time soon. Keith knew that he worked the late shift at the Pizza Shack & Bar-his parents’ restaurant-and he had to be up at six to make his class. Still, Lance really did like Cierra, and he probably wanted to flirt with her, maybe even ask her out. Sighing, he typed ‘maybe’ before tossing his phone down onto the couch.

They ended up not going.


Hunk loved his girlfriend. He loved her Italian accent, he loved her curves and how cuddly she was, and above all, he loved how excited she got over something as miniscule as a flower.

He didn’t, however, loved when she kept something from him.

“Shay.” He put down his whisk and looked at her. “Are you hiding something from me?”

Shay looked up, her golden eyes wide. “Wh-what? No! Why do you think that?”

“Because you’re fidgety, and you’re only fidgety when you’re hiding something,” he said as he picked up his whisk again. They were having breakfast for dinner, completed by pancakes and whip cream from scratch. It was Hunk’s idea.

“I hide nothing from you, Hunk. I just… Just have to pee! Yes, I have to pee. I’ll be back.” She booked it out of the room, leaving absolutely no room for Hunk to say anything. He sighed. She was hiding something, and he had to find out what.

Pidge walked in at that moment. She scratched her head, her wrist showing the pink wristband on it. (When she first came out to her friends as genderfluid, Allura immediately went out and bought three different colored armbands-a blue, a pink, and a green one-all because of a blog post showing someone else doing it for their genderfluid friend as well. Mostly, she wore the green one to show she was feeling neutral, but pink often made an appearance as well.) She looked at him. “What’s gotten her in a tizzy?”

“She’s hiding something.” He responded without missing a beat. Pidge jumped. “H-hiding something? Do you have any idea what?”

Pidge was hiding something too. He narrowed his eyes at her. Normally, Pidge was a good liar. She once managed to convince her professor that she turned in an essay-which she did not-and that he actually lost it. Two days later, she got a 93 on it and passed her class. But when she was caught off guard? That never worked out well.

“She probably has some sort of feminine issue that she has to work out.” She waved her hands as if to say ‘come off it’. Hunk shook his head. “No. That was two weeks ago.” He bunched his brows when Pidge stared. “What? I keep track for her. I like to make sure I have everything for her in case she needs it.”

Pidge broke out into a goofy smile. “Aw, Hunk, you big sap. You’re so sweet!”

He blushed and shrugged. “Just trying to be a good boyfriend.” The microwaved beeped, and he turned around to take out the small plate of bacon before dabbing it with a paper towel. Pidge walked over to him. “And a good boyfriend you are.”

He looked at her. She was wearing a skirt again. She hardly ever wore skirts unless…

“Pidge. Are you meeting up with Kevin?” He leaned on the counter with one arm. The girl blushed, her eyes widening and her hands fumbling with her skirt. “What? No. I’m not-I’m not-what are you-huh?”

He shook his head. “You only wear a skirt when Kevin is involved. What are you doing?”

She adjusted her glasses. Involuntarily, her nose twitched. “We’re-we’re going to go see a movie. He had an extra ticket, and Alicia couldn’t make it, and no one else wanted to go with him, so I’m going. It’s not a date! I know that, but…” She picked up her skirt. “I wanted to look nice.”

“Since when have you ever wanted to look nice for anyone?”

She opened her mouth to say something but then promptly closed it. She rubbed her arm. “Got me there.” Shaking her head, Pidge walked up to the door and grabbed her keys. “Whatever. I’ll be back at like eleven or something. Don’t wait up.” Then she was gone.

Hunk sighed. His girlfriend was hiding something, and his roommate/best friend wasn’t even admitting the feelings that she so clearly had. Exasperated, Hunk turned back to his food and started to make a mental list of all the conflicts he needed to solve.

One, Shay had a secret that she wasn’t telling him about, and they shared everything. Maybe he should add a little bit of rum or something to her pancake to get her to talk? He shook his head. Nope, definitely not the way to go.

Two, Pidge and her stupid crush on that stupid Kevin guy with a stupid girlfriend. He’s met Alicia before. She was nice, pretty, and overall easy going, but she didn’t seem too interested in Kevin. Hell, Kevin never seemed too interested in Kevin. Should he have a heart to heart with him? Tell him that he’s being an idiot and that Pidge is genuinely interested in him and actually wants to date him and that he should open his damn eyes already?

And, surprisingly, three, Keith and Lance. The tension that surrounded them was suffocating. They lived under the same roof, so why couldn’t they just do it already? He was considering locking them up in a closet and not letting them out until they’ve done something other than trying to kill each other.

Hunk groaned. When did it become his job to fix all of his friends’ problems?

“Sorry I was in there for so long. Allura called, and I didn’t want ot bother you with girl stuff, so I talked in there.” Shay said as she came into the room. She must’ve played with her hair because her short green strands were a bit damp. “Is dinner ready?”

He smiled. “Yep. Come and eat!”

He’ll figure out what to do later. Right now, all he wanted to do was eat breakfast-dinner with his wonderful girlfriend.


“So apparently, Hunk is suspicious.” Allura said once she hung up the phone. Shiro’s picture showed up briefly before she locked her phone. “Shay says that he’s asking questions.”

“Isn’t Shay the worst at keeping secrets?” Shiro wrapped his arm around her shoulders again when she sat back down. She nodded. “Yep. But she really wants to do this for him. She knows exactly what it’s like to be away from home.”

He nodded. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t give it all away.”

“Agreed.”

His fingers played with her hair as they watched the movie. She noticed that he kept his other arm away from her. He always kept it away from her-from everyone actually. It worked just as well as his own arm, and he often said that he forgot that it wasn’t really his. But she knew why he kept away from her. He was scared.

A year and a half ago, he had lost his right arm during a tour in Iraq. Everything from just above the elbow down was gone, and when he found out, he was devastated. He never told anyone that he was; she could just see it in his eyes. Luckily, Pidge’s father was a skilled engineer and Matt was a roboticist. They worked together to create an arm for him, and with Pidge’s help as well, they managed to create a fully functioning, somehow waterproof prosthetic arm just for him. He joked sometimes about how he was like a cyborg.

She reached over and touched it. It was cold, hard, and smooth. A quick glance at his face told her that he wasn’t paying attention, so she kept on going.

“I love you,” she whispered as she grasped it. The fingers tightened around her hand. “All of you.”

He was looking at her now. The TV faded away as she kissed him tenderly, her other hand going up to touch his cheek. Her thumb grazed the tip of his scar. “All of you,” she repeated. “Every single part of you.”

He pulled away. His eyes landed on the identical birthmarks next to her eyes. She was teased about them when she was younger. Smiling gently, he kissed them both. “All of you.”

If ‘okay’ was Hazel Grace and Augustus’s ‘I love you’, then ‘all of you’ was theirs.

“You don’t have to hide it from me, you know,” she whispered when she pulled away. She swung her leg over his, straddling him so she could see him better. Her fingers ran down his arm. “You can tell me about it. You can share how you feel about it.” When he looked away from her, she grabbed his face and made him look at her. “I’m here for you.”

Shiro stayed quiet for a few minutes, his eyes flickering as he studied her face. Eventually, he sighed and closed his eyes. She was sure what he was doing until he grabbed a hand and brought it to his mouth. It was her left hand, she noticed.

“I know you are,” he said in a voice so quiet that she strained to hear him, “but I… It’s hard, Allura. You didn’t see what I saw. You’ll never have to hopefully.” His dark eyes met hers. “It was terrible, Lure. I’ve met so many men-so many good men-that didn’t make it out of there. I just…” His head rested on her shoulder, and she could feel her shirt become damp. He clenched the back of it. “I don’t want to remember it, but I see it every night. It’s-it’s terrible.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

She waited until he calmed down before she kissed him again. Soft, tender, and full of all the love she could give him. She wanted him to know that he was loved and he was safe and that he wasn’t there anymore because damn it why did things end up like this? Two screwed up kids falling in love, two kids dealing with their own demons.

She shoved aside those thoughts and kissed him harder. She could think about her own troubles later. Right now, Shiro needed her. Right now, Shiro was hurting. Right now, Shiro was her main concern, and she needed to care for him in whatever way he let her.

arlene; dylric au

the point of these bullets are all drabble/ficlet ideas that i will willingly bring to life !!! (except for the few that don’t make any sense lmao) just send me an ask with your choice of bullet :^)

important note: the nbk mission was aborted 

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LENA’S EARLY YEARS :’) 

  • arlene (lena) maegan klebold-harris was born on april 20th, 2002 (she had a different legal name @ the time and was drafted into foster care not long after)
  • eric & dylan took her in after dylan finished at the university of arizona, so about 2-3 months after she was born 
  • “V WHY IS SHE CRYING DID SHE JUST SHIT HERSELF AGAIN GODDAMNIT ITS ONLY BEEN A HALF HOUR" 
  • i strongly believe that arlene pissed on dylan when he changed her once and he started freaking out and throwing his hands everywhere 
  • dylan was a highkey savage and gave her loads of dr. pepper when she was like 1 & a half 
  • first word: fuck 
  • first steps: 11 months; towards eric (he went on and on about this for a solid three months afterward) 
  • her first birthday party consisted of sue taking like 20 pictures every five seconds and hugging dylan and crying 
  • when she first learned to talk, lena called eric ‘rebby’ and dylan ‘dada’ 
  • the first song she danced to was ‘i hate everything about you’ by three days grace so everytime it came on the radio eric would sing along and she’d bounce in her car seat (this song eventually became her lullaby and the boys would get so fed up of hearing “DADA SING ME TEE DAYS GACE”)
  • arlene got her first “cool shirt” when she was three; dyl bought her a kmfdm jumper and eric absolutely lived for it
  • robyn babysat her often as the losers went off to work
  • on her first day of pre-school eric took her because dylan thought he wouldn’t put up with her crying but when eric goes to hug lena she just flips him off and waltzes to her assigned chair 
  • her preschool teacher often referred to her as a hell spawn to eric and at one point eric punched him in the nose
  • dylan once chaperoned for one of her kindergarten field trips to the zoo because he had a day off of work and the entire time she just held his hand and dragged him off to point at deadly animals (”DADDDDY, DO YOU THINK REB WILL LET US BUY A TIGER FOR CHRISTMAS”)

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Reyna :-)

://///////// dont ask me 2 drag my own self in public mara i do it enough w/ u over snapchat already

lemme do u again tho 4 real this time ::

Bad Dad Squad / crushing on str8? girls / always feelin a little clueless but tryin anyway / “something positive :( ” / wanting to wear ur MCR t-shirt in public but not wanting 2 get called out 4 it / FEELIN 2 MUCH / putting ur friends mistakes into poems / gettin high w ur brother on ur own back porch bc it’s summer and that’s how the world works / “i can’t believe u would eat nachos w/o me :( ” & going out just to eat guacamole and go home

Hi my name is Robbie R. Rotten and I have short black hair with purple streaks and red tips and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Stefan Karl Stefanson (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Glanni Glaepur but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a villain, and I live in a town called Lazytown in Iceland where I’m the laziest person of the year. I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black MCR T-shirt with matching lace around it and black leather pants , pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside my lair. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. Sportacus stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

wake me up (can’t wake up)

yeah i’m gonna spam you with this shit, what do you take me for? a reasonable person?

chapter 2/44

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was space snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black Keith and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy ponytail.

My friend, Allura (AN: Allura dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length snow white hair with pink streaks and opened her blue and pink eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Lance McClain yesterday!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Lance?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Lance walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

scifell headcanons number icompletelylostcountshi-

-If Edge sees a bug he must kill it. It doesn’t matter if it’s on Sci’s head. He will fucking squish it.

-There was this one week where they basically lived off condiments and coffee. Yup. Nothing more.

-Sci is the most stubborn, whiny mess when he’s sick. He’s also extremely clingy and cuddly.

-On their wedding day Edge carried Sci bridal style. Years later Westy sees a photo of that moment and makes a bet with his dad that he can’t still do that. Edge proceeds to run behind, Sci pick him up the same way and yell “Still got it!”. Then fall to the floor and be unable to move for two days.

-Edge’s PJs consists of old shorts and MCR t-shirts that Sci sometimes borrows.

-Sci is supposed to be the responsible one but accidentally blew up the house like, five times or something. One of them was when he put a fork in the microwave.

-Edge just has a HUGE stash of glow sticks for concerts.

-Whenever Sci does something stupid and is asked why he just answers “For science.”

((sorry this is short! also i’m posting this by the schedule thing? bc next week (which is this week as you’re reading this) i’ll be busy with tests and shit, wish me luck!))

hey :)

just finishing up the second chapter in my wip. not sure when it’ll be up but i think i’ll edit at least three or so chapters before i publish any of it.
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in the mean time here’s a description of the fic (or the best one I can give without giving away to much):

“Dan finds himself on an off day when he almost misses the bus after waking up late.

Then a pretty boy he’s never seen before with ripped jeans and a mcr t-shirt steals his seat. He doesn’t think much of him till he begins to run into the boy more and more. At his locker, at the bakery, the boy is everywhere!”

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i swear its better than it sounds. im still not to sure how in depth i wanna be with the bakery au part of it but i’ll have it figured out soon.

hopefully the fic isn’t boring. even though phan is the main point of the fic, and every will lead up to them dating, i wanted the fic to have a background and i won’t be solely focused on their relationship in my fic. it’ll explore more than that, like the friendship that they have with other people (who are all other youtubers such as tyler oakley, markiplier, jacksepticeye, etc).

plus, its got some tropes in it. punk!phil, pastel!dan, a few others i wanna keep a secret for now… 😜

i’m not to sure how long it’ll be but i can’t imagine finishing it in 10k or under so.. who knows! i just can’t see the fic starting off all about phan and they get into a relationship from the start so if you like slow burn then maybe you’ll like this.

anyways, might post a preview of a scene from the first chapter. it’ll be my first real phan story, and not a one-shot, so lmk if you want that because i am pretty excited to get it posted.