Last Jongdae chapter is here !


[ Jongdae | Little Green ]
\ after battle care


“You really shouldn’t have waited outside.” Jongdae chastised you as he dropped onto the couch heavily, exhaustion written all over his features. You shook your head, ignoring his comment.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” That was the thing that interested you the most, as you checked his body for any gunshot wounds like Chanyeol or arrows like Kyungsoo had. To your relief, Jongdae shook his head.

“No, not seriously anywa-mmfph!” His statement was cut off by you jumping into his lap and kissing him passionately. He came back to you- and he came generally unhurt.

And that’s what mattered.

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Lip Balm

Title: Lip Balm

Summary: Dan and Phil leave the next Danisnotonfire video up to the fans and they vote for the lip balm challenge. 

Relationship: Phan

Characters / Pairing: Dan Howell, Phil Lester

Word Count: 2,139

Warnings: M/M, some serious swearing (I mean, come on guys… It’s Dan we’re talking about here), some bants (meaning banter - lmao it just looks some weird ship name for pants), we got a little bit o’ making out (dayyuuuum but I guess you can kind of assume from the summary??), FLUFFFFFFFF, humour (well idk it depends on if you think it’s funny - personally i think i’m fukin hilarious but idk that’s probs just me), friendstolovers yo

AU where Dan and Phil aren’t married.

Or the one where Dan gets distracted by kissing Phil and forgets to guess the flavour. #friendstolovers


There’s a long pause before Dan finally breaks the silence.

“This is actually happening.”

The camera is on a tripod and rolling, the lights are focused on their faces, and there’s a bag beside each of their feet.

This is actually happening.

They’re sitting on Dan’s bed next to each other and Dan can’t help but feel extremely nervous.

“Hello internet! So last week, we had just returned from New York and couldn’t think of any video ideas. Instead of making an incredibly generic overdone video, we turned to you guys!” Dan explains enthusiastically.

Phil is just nodding along and glancing at Dan every now and then, adding another layer of extra pressure.

“We asked you all to come up with an idea for my next Danisnotonfire video, and the percentage was overwhelmingly outweighed by one specific idea. You’ll never guess what it was…” He trails off, giving the camera an extremely annoyed expression. “A generic, overdone video.”

Phil chuckles from next to him, causing the corner of Dan’s mouth to twitch but he stills it mentally and keeps talking. “We asked you guys for an idea to avoid a generic video, and you guys voted for a generic video.”

“You might want to tell them what we’re doing, Dan.” Phil reminds him patiently, a hint of laughter still in his voice.

Dan shoots Phil a look and retorts, “Calm your titballs there, Lester! I’m getting to it.”

Phil shakes his head and Dan ignores this.

“Today - because an overwhelming 76% of you asked for it - Phil and I will be doing…”

His flatmate drums on the post of Dan’s bed.

“The lip balm challenge!” Dan announces as Phil ends his reckless drumroll.

“I think I’ve seen this before,” Phil comments, looking curiously over at Dan. “Isn’t this for couples?”

“It is indeed,” Dan agrees with a sigh. “Basically, how this will work is person A will put on a blindfold, then person B puts on a chosen flavour of lip balm and locks lips with person A. Person A will have to guess which flavour it is that person B has on.”

“Dan and I went to the dollar store because Dan’s cheap and-”

“I am not cheap!”

“-We bought five different flavours of lip balm.” Phil explains, ignoring Dan’s interjection.

Dan huffs and goes to pull the lip balms out of one of the bags at their feet. “But - of course - we couldn’t go to a bath & body store without Phil buying
a thousand bath bombs and facial moisturizers.”

Phil crosses his arms indignantly. “That’s not true! Besides, you like them too.”

Dan smirks as he holds up the lip balms and prepares to name the flavors for the camera. “Touché.”

He holds the lip balms up higher so they are definitely in the shot. “These are the five flavours we chose.”

He hands two to Phil and takes three for himself. “Here I have Rosemary Eucalyptus, Tangerine Lime, and Cocoa.”

Phil checks his lip balms too. “I have Grapefruit Clove and Cinnamon Mint.”

“So - with that in mind - I guess we will begin. Are you ready Phil?”

“I’m ready!”

“Then let’s get started.” Dan turns and grabs the familiar red blindfold from the bag at his feet and looks at Phil. “Who wants to go first?”

“I want to go last,” Phil says quickly. “I want to know what each one tastes like on my lips before I go.”

Dan sighs and his heart starts to pick up pace. “I guess I’ll go first then.”

He hands the blindfold to Phil and turns so that Phil can tie it around his head.

As soon as it covers his eyes, Dan gets a lurch of panic that sparks through his body.

No matter what, there’s no going back now.

He can no longer see anything coming so he has no time to prepare.Taking a deep breath, Dan sticks his palm out with the lip balms he has in Phil’s general direction until he feels their weight relieved from his hand.

Folding his hands in his lap (because what the fuck else is he supposed to do with them), Dan feels his other senses kick into hypersensitive mode.

He’s aware of Phil’s presence, of the racing of his heart beat, of the the blood pumping through his body, he can taste the saliva in his mouth, he can smell the lack of fresh air caused by not opening a window in a while.

Everything is beginning to overwhelm Dan from all of the information his senses are sending his brain.

“Do I just show which one I chose to the camera?” Phil asks suddenly, startling Dan by his spontaneity.

“Er, yeah sure. I’ll edit in a count of how many points we have after we finish filming.” He adds.

Phil goes quiet again and Dan just assumes that he’s showing the camera his choice of lip balm and putting it on.

“Alrighty Daniel, pucker up!” Phil exclaims cheerily.

Dan’s heart trips over itself at the childish words.

He can literally feel the space between them getting smaller and smaller.

His last fleeting thought is, ’fuckity fuckity fuck’.

Then a pair of soft, warm lips wrap around his top one and his brain goes white.

He is too shocked to react, but Phil’s lips move at a perfectly paced tempo, slowly coaxing Dan’s body into reacting.


Dan’s lips twitch against Phil’s and suddenly they’re moving in sync, harmonizing in the beautiful symphony Phil has started.

And fuck this is so good.

Somehow, his hand finds its way to his best friend’s cheek and Dan stabilizes the kiss, relishing the taste and feel of Phil’s lips on his own.

They’re so soft and delicate and Dan’s almost afraid Phil’s bottom lip will just slip right out from between his own, but it doesn’t.

The next thing he knows, Phil’s pulling away and Dan makes what has to be the most mortifying noise of disappointment he’s ever made in his life.

His cheeks flush crimson and there’s just no point in hiding it now.

“What’s your guess?”


“What flavour do you think it was?” Phil repeats.



Dan was supposed to be guessing what flavor of lip balm Phil was wearing.

But he was too caught up in actually kissing Phil than guessing what flavour the bloody ChapStick was.

“I didn’t really get that great of a taste.” Dan admits awkwardly. “Could I get another go?”

Phil laughs and Dan’s ears perk at the sound.

He opens his mouth to speak again when he’s cut off by Phil’s lips connecting with his own.

And he’s sucked right back into Phil’s addictive lip-lock.

Focus Dan! You want to win this thing, don’t you?

Forcing himself to stop twirling in the high that is Phil’s kiss, Dan tries to focus on tactics to get a better taste of the lip balm.

Lick it off.

His stomach flutters at the thought, but it does make logical sense.

Here goes nothing.

Dan slowly lets his tongue venture out and glide innocently along Phil’s lower lip.

And the whine that Phil makes is so fucking hot.

Swallowing a groan, Dan gently sucks Phil’s bottom lip into his mouth, licking it with long, precise strokes.

He definitely recognizes that flavour.

A small moan - so small Dan almost can’t hear it - is released from Phil as Dan sucks skillfully on his lower lip and Dan literally has to pull himself away so he doesn’t jump Phil then and there.

Their lips disconnect with a soft popping sound and Dan resists the powerful urge to lean back in.

That can wait for another time.

Instead he clears his throat and says, “That was definitely eucalyptus. Whatever that eucalyptus flavour was, it was that one.”

“Rosemary Eucalyptus?” Phil muses.

“Yeah sure, whatever.” Dan waves it off.

He holds his breath as Phil is silent for a moment.

“I… I think you’re right…?”

“I’m right. I know eucalyptus when I taste it.” Dan says confidently.

“Should I move onto the next one?”


“Alright. How many am I doing again?”


“Right. Well, I’ll tell you when I’m done, okay?”

“Fine by me.”

And Dan’s forced to wait again.

He can’t help but wonder why he’s always refrained from kissing Phil.

He knew deep down he was scared. Not because of sexuality or fans or anything like that, but scared of losing Phil.

Before Phil is anything, he is Dan’s best friend and Dan would cry himself to sleep every night if Phil left him.

It’s sad, but it’s the truth.

“Phil, I- mmfph.” Dan begins to express these thoughts to him when he’s - again - cut off by Phil’s lips and he nearly passes out.

How does this get better every single time they do it?

He goes for the tongue quicker this time, opening his lips against Phil’s and gently tugging his lower lip into his mouth, the slow suction releasing a strong flavour of cinnamon.

Dan immediately pulls away and gags, coughing as he turns to face away from Phil.

“Are you alright, Dan?” Phil asks worriedly.

Dan doesn’t respond, instead attempting to swallow away the overwhelming flavour.

Once he can speak again, he chokes out the word, “Cinnamon.”

Phil gives him the point.

Eventually - by the time they’re switching - Dan’s blindfold is untied and he flinches at the bright lighting, giving his eyes a moment to adjust.

Phil offers him the blindfold and Dan smiles and takes his, tying it gently around Phil’s head and securing the knot.

“Fifty shades,” he says in a false husky tone as he finishes.

Phil barks out a laugh and Dan chuckles as well, mentally going through his lip balm options.

Which will Phil not guess?

He settles with Cocoa and holds it up to the camera to show the viewers. He is then uncapping the lid and putting it onto his lips until they’re slick and flavourful.

Dan turns to look at Phil and warn him of his advance, but his eyes soften when he sees the sight presented to him.

Phil is sitting in front of him with his knees pulled up underneath him in a cross-cross position and a cute smile spread across his lips.

For this reason, Dan has no trouble crawling forward on hands and knees and connecting their lips softly.

Phil squeaks in surprise and Dan chuckles breathily through his nose.

After a few seconds, Phil gets more adventurous and rolls Dan’s bottom lip between his teeth to get the flavour off of it.

Dan moans.

He literally moans.

Like… Sexually.

And his cheeks flush with embarrassment, but Phil doesn’t seem bothered by this at all, instead continuing the action with more confidence, leaving Dan in a wrecked state when he pulls away to answer.

“That’s chocolate,” Phil announces, wiping his lips on the back of his hand.

Dan pouts. “You weren’t supposed to get that.”

“I thought it was cinnamon at first, actually. Then I realized it was richer and I knew it was chocolate.”

Dan nods, tasting some off of his lips. “Alright Phil, I’m about to choose the next one so I need you to be quiet, which I know is quite challenging for you.”

Phil sticks his tongue out at Dan and the brunet laughs.

Holding up the Grapefruit Clove flavour, he makes sure that it’s focused and visible.

He applies it to his lips and crawls forward to press them to Phil’s.

Phil - clearly not expecting this - turns his head and they bump noses.

Fuck!” Dan exclaims, clutching it as he retreats.

Phil cringes and grabs at his own too. “Ouch! You could’ve warned me, Dan.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to turn your head, you acorn!” Dan retorts, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Phil sighs and Dan softens a bit.

“… I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

A small smile finds it’s way onto Phil’s lips and Dan’s heart stutters.

“It’s alright, Dan. I should’ve waited for your cue to move anyway.” Phil consoles, reaching out for Dan’s shoulder blindly.

Dan snickers and moves so that it does.

“I’m going to go for it now, if you’re cool with that?”



And Dan leans forward, colliding heaven and Earth once again as their lips meet.

He melts into the kiss and they slowly begin to morph into more lip-sucking (purely for the tasting aspect of course…) and lip-rolling.

Dan even gives into the urge to lean back in and peck Phil’s lips a last time before pulling away.

They play this game again after the video is finished, as well.

They claim it’s to taste all of the flavours, but they both know very well that this is a load of massive horseshit.

Fuck cherry lip balm, Dan’s new favourite flavour is Phil.


The Nightmare

Ronan wakes up in a cold sweat, his heart hammering, breaths coming out in ragged gasps. It’s dark in his bedroom and he flails his arms, smacking the other side of the mattress, searching, feeling… his hand meets warm flesh, the curve of a shoulder, and he relaxes.

“Adam,” Ronan nudges Adam’s shoulder. “Adam.”


“Wake up,” Ronan pleads, a strained ache in his voice that Adam recognizes and responds to immediately.

“What’s wrong?” Adam asks. His hands fumble in the dark until they find Ronan’s chest, slide down his sides, over knobby wrists to grab his clammy hands.

Lux,” Ronan whispers and the glowing orbs come, swirling out of the jar on Ronan’s desk.

In the close, golden light Ronan looks more pale than usual, a sheen of sweat coating his face and chest. Adam rubs his hands up and down Ronan’s arms, trying to will away the chill that clings to his skin.

“I had a nightmare,” Ronan explains. “You turned into a deer.”

The haunted look in Ronan’s eyes is the only thing that keeps Adam from laughing, but he can’t stop his amused smile.

“That’s a nightmare? Domestic life is making you soft, Greywaren.”

Ronan shakes his head in frustration. “You don’t understand! The ley line transformed you into a fucking deer! And you couldn’t turn back! I tried everything, consulted everyone I knew but nothing worked!” The panic from the dream is reasserting itself, the helplessness and despair. “Do you get it? It was so… awful.”

It still doesn’t sound so bad to Adam but he tries to imagine it from Ronan’s point of view. How would he react in a similar situation? What would it be like to lose someone, not completely, and yet so totally that they could never be the same…

“I’m sorry,” Adam murmurs and draws Ronan into his arms. He kisses Ronan’s forehead, cheekbones, lips. Each kiss is a confirmation: I’m here I’m here I’m here. “What was I like, as a deer?”

Ronan presses his face into the crook of Adam’s neck, breathing in his scent.

“You were like my dream deer: white with silver spots, pale blue eyes. You followed me everywhere, always going for my hands so I would give you snacks.” Adam snorts quietly. “What? You were cute.”

“It doesn’t sound so bad,” Adam says. He rubs Ronan’s back, tracing the familiar lines of his tattoo.

“I don’t want another pet,” Ronan relpies, his hands cupping Adam’s face, “I just want you.”

Their kiss is bittersweet, tinged with fear and longing and the need to hold on to each other for as long as they can. Adam knows that the nightmare probably stems from the stress of their upcoming separation; he’ll return to college and Ronan will remain, alone but for his dream creatures.

The sun rises and the orbs are dismissed. In the light of day the dream seems foolish but the fear remains. Ronan keeps his arms wrapped around Adam, his lips lightly kissing the freckles on his shoulders, the bumps of his spine. Their days are numbered and he won’t waste them.

[Inspired by a moment of panic I had last year when, prior to reading The Raven King, I saw content on tumblr that led me to assume that Adam would be turned into a deer. I was horrified by the thought of Ronan never being able to love Adam, of Adam losing everything and getting stuck as an animal. Thankfully I was completely wrong! In my defense I was really sleep deprived and worried and I had just finished the Half Bad trilogy and did not trust authors at all.]


dina: *groggily* mmfph. hello?

johnny: d, it’s johnny. 

dina: why the hell are you calling me at two in the morning, johnny, you prat—

johnny: em’s gone into labour and—

dina: holy shit, already? but she’s not due for another week!

johnny: i know but—

dina: ok ok ok ok relax, my dude. mitch and i will be over in like, two minutes to keep an eye on ez and the house while you’re gone ok don’t leave til we’re there!!!
johnny: we won’t. we wouldn’t leave ez in the house without—

dina: yeah yeah yeah ok see you in a minute!! LOOK AFTER MY BEST FRIEND OR I’LL MURDER YOU.

johnny: o-okay dina!

dina: toodles!

Sleep Talk [Dan]

Title: Sleep Talk [Dan]

Summary: Dan and Phil chat for a bit at 3:27am, but only one of them is actually conscious.(Sleeping!Dan, Grumpy!Phil)

Relationship: Phan

Characters / Pairing: Dan Howell, Phil Lester

Word Count: 763 (short ‘n sweet, my dildo-muffins)

Warnings: M/M, swearing (it’s 3:00am give Phil a break), sleep talking (dans cute lmao), some (cute) grumpy Phil, sleep-deprivation, a very confused and disturbed Dan, frustration, if you have an issue with mail this really isn’t for you (idk some people have very specific problems), annoyance, humour (pfffffffffffffftt nah), FLUFFITY FLUFFY FLUFF, establishedrelationship yo

Or the one where Phil doesn’t want to talk about the mail. (it doesnt make sense now but youll see hahahhhahah) #establishedrelationship


It’s unusual that Phil is up later than Dan, but tonight’s just one of those nights where sleep refuses to dawn on him.

It’s been taunting him too; he’s tired as fuck but he can’t seem to settle down and sleep.

He gave up a few minutes ago, just laying on his back - eyes open - with a completely knocked out Dan on his chest.

Speaking of Dan, the man has his cheek pressed just below Phil’s collarbones, his features totally slack and his lips parted just enough to have breath flutter out from between them.

Phil strokes a gentle finger down Dan’s belly, basking in the silence of Dan’s room. All that can be heard is Dan’s steady breathing, complemented by the hint of snoring that Dan always denies he has.

After a few more minutes, Phil feels the traces of sleep begin to weigh his body down.

He subconsciously pulls Dan closer into him and his eyes slowly droop shut…


Phil peeks an eye open to see Dan’s eyebrows scrunching, his face pulling into one of discomfort. He shifts a little on Phil’s chest, the heat of his position making Phil want to squirm.

He resists this urge, instead bringing a tired hand up to Dan’s hair and slowly massaging his scalp, hoping that will help calm his sleeping partner.

“Fffff… Don’t put- Phil.” Dan groans, a sleepy but unmistakable tone of annoyance in his voice.

Phil - too tired to laugh at Dan’s unusual sleep talking - just shushes his boyfriend softly, soothing him. “Shhh Dan, go to sleep.”

Dan squirms a little, his nose pressing uncomfortably into Phil’s ribcage. “Clooooooose the cupboards behind you, twat.” Dan slurs, the movement of his body creating even more heat.

Phil almost has to kick the duvet off.

“The cupboards aren’t open. Go to sleep.

It’s silent for a moment.

Phil’s body starts to relax back into the mattress again when-

“Wait, waht'er you- nah!” Dan crows, thrashing to the side abruptly and succeeding in smacking Phil in the left eye with a flailing arm.

Phil hisses and clutches for his eye, a long groan escaping him at Dan’s sudden hostility and garbled nonsense. “Dan!”

What the hell is Dan dreaming about?

Dan stills momentarily as Phil nurses his injury, not used to violence at 3:27am.

There’s quiet again and Phil can’t help but get his hopes up.

Slowly, his eyes droop shut…

“Mmm- Philllll, can you grab the mail?”


“Dan, it’s 3:34 in the morning; there is no mail. Go to sleep.”

“Th'postman is here.” Dan argues.

“No he’s not.” Phil sighs in annoyance. “Please go to sleep.”





“Mail’s still sitting th- love you.”

With a long, exasperated release of breath, Phil guides Dan closer into his body. “I love you too, Dan. But - I’m begging you - please go to sleep. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

And with that, a silence falls over Dan’s room once more.


It’s 7:42am when Phil wakes up.

He’s running off of three and a half hours of sleep (considering it took him another half hour to fall asleep after Dan’s last comment) as he stumbles down the hall and to the table, following the smell of pancakes.

Dan glances over his shoulder from the stove as Phil trudges in sleepily. “Morning.”

Phil just grumbles, dropping his head into his arms on the table.

“Don’t need to be rude.” Dan jokes lightly, snickering to himself.

Phil - oddly enough - does not find this funny.

He’s pulled out of a temporary sleeping state when Dan places two plates on the table.

Phil jumps, startled, and Dan chuckles. “No sleep, huh?”

A low grunt is his only response.

Yes, Phil is grumpy. But - to be fair - he didn’t even get four hours of sleep because of a stupid argument over the mail.

There’s a comfortable quiet at the table as they eat before Dan slowly speaks up. “I think the mail came in this morning. After breakfast, could you go down and grab i-”

Phil’s head shoots up and Dan recoils, almost falling off of his chair. “Jesus Christ, Phil! What’s gotten into you today?”

“I do not want to discuss the mail with you again.” Phil warns.

Dan just stares at him in bewilderment and confusion. “We never-”

“We did! Last night.”

“Phil, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Phil stares at Dan long and hard, but Dan’s baffled expression doesn’t change.

He really doesn’t remember.

With a heavy puff, Phil gets up and stalks downstairs to retrieve the mail.


anonymous asked:

i cannot stop thinking about that vamp/vamp hunter au................ and like......................... what jack's reaction would be if gabe one time gave jack like a kiss on the cheek while jack was still kinda close after having showered gabe in his usual kisses................................................. god this au is TOO FUCKING MUCH PLEASE I LOVE IT SO MUCH HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIIIIIT (holy shit) I LOVE JACK'S PERSONALITY AND JUST MMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!!!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Another one!!! I’m so damn happy you liked the vampire! AU omg ; v; I’m so happy you liked it!!! Hope you will enjoy this too!!

Being on the run has never been a fun experience. Having been working for Overwatch, and was such a high-ranked officer at that, Gabriel knows they have eyes and ears everywhere, at places most unexpected. He gets even more paranoid these days, watching every corner and waiting for any chance of being pounced…

At least not by the vampire he travels with, anyway.

Of course Jack doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything, skipping about and still wears the flashiest of clothing he has. And God, does that vampire have a lot of clothes…But yet, even though Gabriel would rather die than saying it aloud, but he has to admit to himself that Jack does look great in them. He was never actually attracted to the vampire based on his appearance to begin with, but now they are…officially travelling together, Gabriel figures it really doesn’t hurt to look.

The stupid vampire is still so fucking annoying, though, which is a given.

“Would you please be more careful?!” Gabriel snaps when he pulls Jack away from chatting with a flock of giggling ladies. Obviously, the creature of the night grins at him, completely unfazed at (his companion? Mate? Handler?) the other man’s grumpiness, and has the gall to cling onto Gabriel’s arm.

“Don’t be jealous, Gabe. You know I only have eyes for you.”

“Yeah, and you should probably use your eyes on something else too. Y’know, the people that are hunting us?” Gabriel hisses out the last part quietly. His scowl only grows heavier when Jack giggles sultrily. 

“Come now, darling, don’t be so tense. I can easily take them out. Can’t let them anywhere near my treasure now, hm?”

Yep, should have never taken this asshole away with him, “That’s disgusting. Don’t ever call me that again.”

“Awe…But I wanna have something cutesy to call you, Gabe!  Would you prefer honeybee? Loveliest? My one true love? Dearest? Sweetness? Hunny?”

The vampire babbles on and on, even as they exits town, getting more and more obnoxious with his nicknames.

“Gabi-bear? Oh! That’s a good one! How abo-mmfph!!!”

His muffled, surprised cry was satisfying to Gabriel’s ears, as he yanks the vampire over by the collar and kisses the daylight out of Jack. He is quick to reciprocate the action, though Gabriel pulls away before things can get feistier. Jack’s blue eyes are widened and glazed over, his cheeks flushed and his fangs protruding over kiss-bruised lips. The vampire looks completely debauched, and Gabriel grins, because he obviously has the upper hand in this. After all, Jack has always been the one to initiate all the smooching between them.

Leaning over to blow suggestively into a pink ear, Gabriel drawls in the same tone Jack always uses with him, “For a vampire, sunshine, you sure are not creative.”

And walks away, ignoring Jack’s flustered shout and demands for more