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miscellaneous tips for your first year of college/university:

academics

- try as much as possible to avoid 8 am classes. you could do it in high school, but trust me when I say you don’t want them in college. (but also realize that sometimes you have to take them if you want to graduate on time, especially if the classes are only offered during a certain time.)

- go to office hours. go to office hours. for the love of god, go to office hours. you want to be on good terms with the professors, especially those in your major department because chances are you’ll be in their class more than once and you’ll need a letter of rec from them.

- but if you’re trying to raise your grade, kiss up to the TA (teacher’s assistant). they’re the ones that are in charge of your grade, not the professor. they know you better because of the smaller class sizes and they’ll know how much work you’re really putting into the class.

- it’s quite possible the pull off writing a 5-7 page paper the night before it’s due and still get a good grade on it if you know the material well.

- address emails to the professor with “Hello Professor, …”, include the class you’re in, and conclude with your name and student ID number. be professional and keep in mind that the professor lectures to hundreds of students.

- bring a cold bottle of water to morning lectures and drink from it if you feel like falling asleep. the cold will keep you up (and it’s healthier and cheaper than coffee).

- library floors get quieter the higher you move up.

- if you want to take adderall, don’t start with a large dose. start with 10mg, see how you handle it, and go from there. adderall can be dangerous if you OD. some side effects of adderall include trouble falling asleep and loss of appetite.

- it’s in your best interests not to plagiarize. properly cite all the sources you use. maybe you got away with it in high school, but that shit won’t fly in college.

- study groups are only helpful and beneficial to you if everyone in that group has something to contribute.

- self control, momentum, and evernote are great productivity apps for your mac.

dorm life

- tide pods for laundry is so much easier than lugging down a bottle of detergent and a separate bottle of softener and then having to measure them out.

- if you’ve already washed your colored clothes at least once, you don’t need to separate lights from darks. just remember to use cold water. (I myself am a lazy fuck and I don’t sort my laundry at all. my clothes are fine.)

- ask your RA to get a clock radio for the bathroom (if it’s communal) so music can drown out the sound of the person taking a shit in the stall next to you.

- don’t be afraid to speak up if your roommate does something that is annoying you. approach them in a friendly way (chances are, they didn’t even notice it was bothering you) so that they’ll give you the same courtesy. communication is key.

- you don’t have to be friends with your roommate. you just have to live with them. don’t try and force a friendship if it clearly isn’t working.

- don’t be that asshole that hits their snooze button 10 times so their alarm goes off repeatedly.

- instant noodles = life.

- bring tupperware and hide it in your backpack so you can sneak food out of the dining commons.

partying

- don’t go to parties if you don’t like them.

- don’t drink any hard liquor that comes from a plastic handle.

- you should not be with friends that try to convince you to violate your morals.

- conversely, you should also not be with friends that judge you if you don’t share their morals.

- always. use. the. buddy. system.

- if someone passes out/falls asleep, lay them on their side, not their back. that way, if they throw up, they won’t choke.

- if you get to the point where you need an ambulance because of all of the drugs/alcohol you ingested, tell the medic the truth about the substances you took. they’re not interested in putting you in jail; they’re just trying to save your fucking life. (I can personally attest to this.)

- make sure the change your privacy settings on facebook if you don’t want your family seeing pictures of you with alcohol in the background, dressed promiscuously, etc. some friends don’t ask before putting up/tagging you in pictures.

sex

- to someone that has never had sex, it seems like everyone is having sex all the time and that’s all that matters, but trust me when I say that’s the furthest thing from the truth. don’t let the pressure get to you.

- use condoms even if you’re on birth control to protect from STDs.

- try to take a sex ed/human sexuality class. (the one I took was offered through the sociology department.) in universities as opposed to high school, the sex ed is more comprehensive, usually covers queer relationships (mine did), and does not teach from an abstinence-only POV. they’re very helpful even for those who have had a lot of experience.

- don’t expect people you hook up with at parties to be anything more than that - hookups.

- abstaining from sex doesn’t make you any better than someone who fucks a new person every weekend and being sexually active doesn’t make you “cooler” and someone who has never had sex. remember that.

- don’t use flavored condoms for penetrative sex; you could get a yeast infection. flavored condoms are meant for oral sex only.

- speaking of condoms, it’s really easy to get them for free. student health hands them
out like candy the first couple weeks of school.

- get tested first if you and your partner want to have unprotected sex. seriously.

free free to message me any more questions you might have about college/uni. I’d be happy to help/share from my personal experience or elaborate on anything I’ve said here. reblog and add more tips if you have them; I’m sure i haven’t thought of everything. have a great upcoming school year, freshmen!

Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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the bike shorts incident

Zimbits | Fluff & Crack | 3.2k | AO3

Bitty gets a series of texts from Jack just minutes before their shared class is due to start. Bitty is alarmed for several reasons—Jack’s preference for sending single texts, and the fact that Jack is normally in class before Bitty at the top of the list.

Jack 9:56 Are there seats in the back row?

Jack 9:57 Can you move to the back row and save me one

Jack 9:57 Near the door on the east side

Jack 9:57 Please

Jack 9:58 ??

Bitty isn’t sure what’s going on, but he gathers his stuff quickly, dumping it into his bag, and heads to the back row near the specified door, trying to type as he goes.

Bitty 9:59 I’ve moved. Got a seat for you. Everything okay?

Jack 9:59 Is anyone near you?

Bitty looks around.

Bitty 10:00 A few people further down the row, and about five rows in front. Teacher just walked in and is setting up.

Bitty looks around to the door, holding his phone in case it buzzes again with a message from Jack.

The teacher calls the class to attention and there’s still no sign of Jack. It’s not like him to miss class. Bitty wants to go out and find him to see what’s going on, but he can’t now that the teacher has seen him. He gets out his books and pen again, and focuses to the front, keeping his phone visible on the desk just in case.

He keeps an ear out for the door, and just as Professor Miao begins her lecture, he hears it opening. It’s almost like Jack was waiting until he knew she’d started.

Jack sticks his head through the gap and looks around nervously. He meets eyes with Bitty, who raises eyebrows at him, trying to get some clue as to what Jack’s been texting him for. As Jack pushes the door open slowly, and hurries quietly in, practically tiptoeing over to the seat Bitty has saved for him, Bitty thinks he knows what Jack’s been worried about.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to do a side by side comparison of Ariana's hairline from her red hair days vs now? I want to see if it has actually changed that dramatically or if we are over reacting lol.

I have a picture from nowish to around 2015 and the difference is honestly dramatic enough. I don’t think I need to go all the way back to her red days- just a few years ago that hairline wasn’t too bad, take a look:

Obviously some of her hair is down in picture 2 but the parts that are up are all round her ear and the whole hairline has moved radically up.

say my name

drabble: “i like it when you say my name like that.” “i really don’t care. you still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”
pairing: daniel x reader
genre: smut
type: friends with benefit w/ slight mentions of bondage
word count: 1,650
a/n: gil said being a daniel stan means there’s no space for shame and i think this is the proof lmao (and i’m a soft stan.. i promise)

Originally posted by seong-wu

Daniel posed for the camera set in front of him, shoving his hand inside his pocket. His sultry gaze would fix on you from time to time. He was playing with you. You pressed the button on the camera, the shutter sound echoing in the room. He smirked at you, and changed poses.

“Can you turn a little bit to the left?” You said, peeking above the camera. 

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it’s a kind of magic (5/5 | 10,910 | Rated G) **

Alec frowns at a point just over Magnus’ shoulder, and then his eyes widen. “Magnus… did your house plant just wave at me?”

Magnus freezes. He whirls around and glares, hissing, “Figmund, you promised.”

Figmund wiggles its leaves unrepentantly.

Puppy (3/3 | 2,727 | Rated G)

“Magnus?” Alec called then, keeping his eyes trained on the black form on the bed, those red eyes glowing brightly, boring into his. “Why is there a dog on your bed?”

In which Magnus owns a hellhound.
Really, that’s all.

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anonymous asked:

Gime more Roman Godfrey smut

So since this was pretty vague, I decided to use this as an excuse to write one of the prompts @weallhaveadestiny  had sent me awhile ago. So this prompt is “Reader wants a job at the Godfrey tower, but when Roman Interviews here, he’s got something else in mind. Hopefully you enjoy!

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Behind The Album - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 5)

Originally posted by 1dlarryluv

Part 4

Harry ended the call as soon as he heard the word boyfriend. He was beyond confused at this point. As far as he knew you were single and you sure as hell acted single. Harry didn’t know how to approach this, but he knew he would have to ask you about it soon because he wasn’t about to become the other man. 

He grabbed the glasses and snacks before heading back into his room. You were sitting up in his bed wearing his shirt, but had it fully unbuttoned. 

“Took you long enough,” you laughed. “Did they come back yet?” 

“No, they’re not back yet,” he said sitting down on the bed. 

You were on your knees behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. You were trailing kisses along his neck as he sat there. He put his hand on your arm and turned his head towards. 

“Earlier you asked me if you were just going to be a fling for me,” he said. “What about me? Am I a fling to you?” 

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean? I told you I wanted this to go beyond here,” you said. 

“Then who’s Max?” He asked. 

You leaned away from him. “How do you know about him?” 

“So, it’s true?” Harry said standing up. “You’ve got a fucking boyfriend? And you fucked me! You lead me the fuck on talking about all this romantic bullshit while you were worried I was the one using you, but it was you using me this whole fucking time?”

“Woah, Woah, Woah,” you said. “Max is not my boyfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend. Other than whatever this is, I’m single. I wasn’t leading you on and I’m not using you.” 

“So, you’re telling me that this guy has called you multiple times in the last fucking hour and that he desperately wants you to call him back and told me he was your boyfriend when he’ s not?” Harry said. 

You sighed. “Yes,” you said. “Max and I’s relationship is complicated.” 

“He’s your ex then?” Harry asked. “You really gotta give me some fucking details, love, because I’m losing my shit over this.” 

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but calm the fuck down first before you make a hole in the floor,” you said. 

He sighed stopping what he was doing and crossing his arms to look at you. 

“Max and I are friends, just friends, but recently he’s been trying to become more than friends with me,” you said. “I don’t like him in that way and I’ve told him that, but that still hasn’t kept him from acting very possessive towards me Anytime he sees me talking to a guy, he gets jealous. I told him to stop and that if he didn’t I couldn’t be around him anymore. Before I came out here, I was out with some friends and this guy was asking me to take a picture of him and his girlfriend and Max fucking lost it. He went up to the guy and punched him in the face. After that, I told him to leave me alone and that while I’m gone he needed to change or else we’re done as friends.” 

“And I guess when he heard you answer my phone, he wanted to make it seem like he and I were together and for you to stay away,” you said. 

“Did he ever hurt you?” He asked quickly. 

You shook your head. “No, he never laid a hand on me.” 

He nodded and sat down on the bed again. 

“So, you believe me?” you whispered. 

“I have no reason not to believe you,” he said. “The only thing I care about is whether you had a boyfriend or not and if you’re playing me. As long as neither is true, then I believe it.” 

“I promise you,” you whispered. “I’d never be the type of person who cheats on people and I would never string you along just to hurt you,” you added placing your forehead against yours. 

“I’m sorry I got so upset before I let you explain things,” he said. 

“Well, I can see why you do though, I’m sure if some girl told me that she was your girlfriend, I’d be a little freaked out too,” you giggled. 

“I can tell you right now, I only have one girlfriend,” he said looking in your eyes. 

“Uh, excuse me?” You asked. 

“You, you dork,” he laughed. 

“Really?” you blushed. 

“Well, I mean yeah, as long as you want to be that is,” he said. 

“Of course I want to be,” you smiled. 

“Good, now come here before they get back,” he smirked pulling you onto his lap. 

**

It had been a few days since you and Harry made it official. You two kept it professional during business hours, which only made all the hours after that much hotter. You two made up for all the lack of kissing and touching as much as you could before you were back into business mode. 

Most everyone in the house kept their mouths shut about you and Harry, however, you made the mistake of wearing a tank top that revealed a few love bites along the cleavage of your chest. No one teased you about it, but you caught the snickers and smirks towards Harry. 

You were in the studio filming again while Harry was finishing recording the songs. Tomorrow you’d all be back in to film a choir who would be coming in to put some vocals on a few of the songs. Ever since that night, Max had kept calling you and sending you texts on your phone. A few of them were quite upsetting and possessive that they freaked you out. 

You didn’t show them to Harry though because you didn’t want him to think it was a bigger deal than it really was. You’ve known Max for ages and he wasn’t always like that. Plus, he had never hurt you before, so you weren’t too worried about anything happening. 

Once Harry finished in the studio, you all headed out for dinner. You sat next to Harry at the table and he kissed your head. 

“You two are just so cute,” Jeff smirked. 

“Fuck off, mate,” Harry laughed. 

“But it’s true,” Mitch smirked. 

“I think I like it better when you’re quiet,” he laughed. 

“Don’t be mean,” you scolded. 

“Hey, whose side are you on exactly?” He asked. 

“Theirs,” you said. 

“What? Over your own boyfriend, Y/N?” He gasped.

“Yes,” you said. “They were simply being nice and complimenting us on our relationship, yet you’re the one who told them to fuck off and to shut up, so you’re the mean one here.” 

“Oh, we’ll see who the mean one really is tonight, baby,” he smirked into your ear. 

“Can’t wait,” you smirked. 

“And we’re eating,” Mitch said. 

You giggled and took a sip of your drink. 

After dinner, while everyone got dropped off at the house, you and Harry decided on going for a walk down the beach. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you two walked down the shore. 

“I know we have at least another week or so here, but uh, maybe we should start talking about how we’re going to be together once we leave,” you said. 

“Well, I’m going back to London,” he said. “And I have some things coming up there that I want to put in the documentary…” 

“Is that you’re way of making sure I’m leaving with you?” you giggled. “By hiring me to follow you.” 

“Don’t say it like that,” he laughed. “It sounds like I’m buying a hooker.” 

You laughed. “I’ll have to look at my schedule. I don’t think I have anything booked right after this because I wasn’t sure how long I’d be here.

“Good thing, I never gave you end date,” he joked. 

You shook your head with a laugh. 

“I’ve uh, I’ve meaning to ask you, have you called Max back?” He asked. 

“No, I haven’t,” you said. “But he has still been contacting me.” 

“Really?” He asked. 

“Yeah, he’s not exactly happy, from what I’ve gathered in his messages,” you said. 

“Can I see or hear them?” He asked. 

You sighed pulling your phone out of your pocket and getting his texts up. You gave the phone to Harry and he quickly started to read them and scroll through them. 

“That piece of shit,” he said. “Why didn’t you tell me he was sending you these?” 

“Because it’s not that big of a deal,” you shrugged. 

“You don’t think him saying that you belong to him and no one else is a big deal?” He asked. “That’s a huge fucking deal.” 

“He’s just upset,” you said. 

“If you were in a relationship with this guy, all of these things would be red flags, he said. “I think you need to talk to him and tell him that you don’t want to talk to him anymore and he shouldn’t contact you for a while.” 

“I already did that, before I got here,” you said. 

“Well, then maybe he needs to hear from me,” he said. “I don’t like him talking to you like that.” 

You sighed. “I don’t know if that would just make things worse,” you said. 

“Things aren’t great right now,” he said. “You’re my girlfriend, Y/N, and I don’t want some jealous, unstable guy, talking to you.” 

You sighed. “Okay, we can call him tonight.” 

Harry nodded and kissed your head. 

**

You were laying on Harry’s bed in his shirt, while he was messing around on the guitar. You were debating on how to handle the Max situation because even though you were sure that Max wouldn’t do anything too extreme, you had to admit that you didn’t feel comfortable with how he was being towards you. 

Something you felt for a really long time. You looked back at Harry, who was writing something down. 

“Whatcha writing about?” You asked. 

“Oh, you know just the beautiful view I’ve got here in Jamaica,” he smirked. 

“Are you poetic or actually talking about the beach view outside?” you laughed. 

“Hm, I’m talking about the view of the beautiful, sexy, amazing, woman in my bed right now,” he smirked leaning over you. 

You giggled puckering your lips for a kiss. He pressed his lips against yours and put his hand on your lower back. Just when things started to heat up, your phone started ringing. You groaned picking it up and see Max’s picture.

“It’s Max,” you said. 

“Answer it,” he said. 

You sighed answering it. “Hey, Max,” you said. 

“Finally! I was beginning to think you were kidnapped or something,” he said. 

“Nope, I’ve just been working,” you said. 

“You get a lunch break right and time during the night?” He asked. 

“Yeah, but uh… I’ve been doing other things,” you said. 

“Well, you could have at least responded to a text,” he said. “And what about that guy I talked to too, didn’t he tell you I called.” 

“He did, yes,” you said. “But Max, remember we’re supposed to be taking a break from one another.” 

‘You were serious about that?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I was Max, what you did that night, never should have happened and these texts you’ve been sending…. Max, you need to realize that I’m not yours. I’m your friend and that’s all,” you said. 

“It’s that guy, right? The one who answered your phone? He’s trying to take you away from me,” Max said. 

“The only person taking me away from you is you. You’re pushing me away with how you’re acting. Max, we’ve been friends for years and I do care about you and want you in my life, but I can’t keep doing this when you’re acting this,” you said. 

“Acting like what?” He asked. “Sorry that I fucking love you and just want to be with you. That guy will never be good enough for you and he sure as hell isn’t going to love you like I do.” 

You sighed rubbing your head. “Max, I-I don’t love you. I don’t want to be with you and because I care about you, I think it’ll be better if we just go our separate ways for now.” 

“What are you saying, Y/N?” Max asked. 

“I’m saying that I can’t be your friend, not when you need time to get to me,” you said. “There’s someone out there for you, Max, but I’m not her.” 

“Fine, but you’re going to regret this, Y/N,” he said before ending the call. 

You sighed looking over at Harry. “Why do I feel like shit right now?” 

“Because you’re a good person,” he whispered wrapping his arms around your shoulder. “And like you said, you care about him and he’s been a good friend for ages, so while you know this is the best thing for you and him right now, it still hurts you.” 

You nodded wrapping your arms around him. He smiled laying the two of you back and your legs intertwined with each other. 

“Maybe one day, he’ll move on and you two can be friends again,” he whispered. 

“I hope so,” you whispered. 

Harry pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling the blanket over the both of you. 

“It’s going to be okay, baby,” he whispered. 

“I know,” you said. “Thank you for being here for me.” 

“Of course, I’m your boyfriend. It’s what I do,” he laughed. 

“You enjoy saying that don’t you?” you asked. 

“Saying what? The fact that I’m your boyfriend?” He smirked. 

“Yeah, that,” you giggled. 

“I do,” he nodded. 

“I like hearing it,” you smiled. 

“Good,” he smirked kissing your nose. 

You laughed pulling away a bit “Good night,” you said. 

‘Night, baby,” he whispered before turning off the lights and pulling you closer to him as you both went to sleep. 

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My finished Sheikah Slate!

I actually finished this last week, so I’m sorry for posting the pics so late. This was made for my 6 year old nephew, who cosplayed as Link (in the Tunic of the Wild) for Sask Expo last weekend. He’s a lucky kid - there were 5 people working on the outfit for him, and we managed to pull it all together in the nick of time.

Unfortunately, I can’t share pictures of him in the cosplay because I would need his mother’s permission to upload pics of him here. To be honest, I don’t actually want her to know about this blog, so I didn’t ask. Sorry. Just take my word for it that he was super cute! ‘Cause he was. He had people coming up to him asking to take his picture, but he was being really shy so he wouldn’t let anyone. And he got tons of compliments.

Anyway, to make this Sheikah Slate I followed this tutorial: https://youtu.be/58XcW1UcOkA
I made several changes here and there however, to make it look more accurate (mainly for the handle). I also did the batteries and switches for the lights differently because each switch was attached to a circuit board (thank goodness I had my dad to thank for helping me figure that part out!)

I really enjoyed working on this project. It had been a while since I’d done something crafty like this, and it was pretty fun to make.

Does Someone Need A Hug? Sebastian Stan x reader

I tried to edit this as best as i could. I pasted this from Wattpad and its one of my first couple of writings.

Summary: When you got Comi-con tickets, you were beyond happy. when it came to asking a question the Sebastian Stan himself… you get nervous. He thinks you need some comfort, as does everyone else. But, he does something that changes your life.

Warnings: Cursing? none really mostly fluff. This is so bad i’m sorry.

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Long Distance (Chapter Six)

Oh my god you guys, the fluff in this chapter is ridiculous. I mean honestly, we’ve basically lost any semblance of a plot and the three of them spend all their time texting and video-ing and it’s so fluffy oh my god.

Can’t wait to hear what you guys think lol

All the AMAZING ART for this chapter provided by my darling @latelierderiot​. I love her and you guys should too. Click on the links in the fic to see the pics, otherwise visit her page!!!!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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{Group Chat}

From Bucky– Tony honey sorry I missed our video call this morning, had to be up early to help get the team on the road

From Tony– they don’t take you with them on the road? But who keeps the boys from eating cheeseburgers and getting fat instead of working out

From Steve– sweetheart, bucky is usually the one bringing the cheeseburgers. That’s why they don’t take him on trips anymore

From Bucky– I resent that. Anyway, babe just wanted to check in, I know you have a busy day today.

From Tony– not too busy to text you guys, no worries

From Bucky– that’s great. I was going to text you all day whether you were busy or not

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From Tony– stuck in the office all day. Tried that new mocha mint drink from the coffee shop down the street and spilt it down the front of myself. Don’t have any extra clothes, so I get to sit in my office all day until everyone leaves.

From Steve– honey that’s awful! Can’t Pepper bring you a shirt?

From Bucky– I can’t stop laughing

From Tony– bucky you’re an ass

From Steve– bucky you’re an ass

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From Steve– spending the day grading, no classes so I’ve got to get caught up

From Tony– that sucks, artist man. You definitely need to find something better to do with your time.

From Steve– why don’t you send me a picture Tony, maybe that will give me something better to do

From Tony– oh my professor. Should I wear my glasses and tie?

From Steve– oh honey, yes please

From Bucky– hey guys maybe take it off group chat if you’re going to start talking gross

From Tony– you don’t want a picture of me in a school uniform Bucky? My feelings are hurt.

From Bucky– does the school uniform include a plaid miniskirt? Cuz I’m on board for that

From Steve– Bucky! Omg Tony ignore him.

From Tony– I am completely scandalized right now. Scandalized and horrified. Who are these boys I’m texting? Deviants.

From Steve–…. On second thought, I don’t hate the skirt idea

From Bucky– hell yeah!

From Tony– wtf you two
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Cliché

summary: Dan Howell is a regular teenager. He goes to high school, he hangs out with his best friends (PJ, Chris, and Phil), and he hates doing homework. He’s fairly attractive, enough so to attract the attention of a few girls and secretly Phil. What people don’t know about this average teen, is that he isn’t so average. Dan Howell is in a popular alternative band. He sings and plays keyboard for this band, known to many as ‘Ripping Ivory’. He wears a mask onstage as he sings and is known by his fanbase as Q, even though they know this isn’t his true identity.

warnings: panic attack type situation, worry, some sexual references. but all warnings are small this book is overall very nice i just need to warn bc warnings

words: 4100

a/n: this is my first fic so i edited this and read it over many times. please tell me if i have any grammar mistakes or anything. also, im really proud of this so please don’t let it flop!!

p.s.s: ik this is a bad title. i write i don’t come up with this crap.

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“Dude did you guys hear about how Ripping Ivory is coming here in 2 weeks??” Chris asks as he sits down at the lunch table. Dan doesn’t even flinch at the name because of how much his friends talk about the band, but his heart does speed up and he is afraid that they may ask him something and Dan will end up telling them, that he is Q and that’s him behind the mask.

Phil nods, “I already got tickets! Are you guys going??” PJ and Chris both exclaim a form of 'yes!’ but Dan shakes his head and looks down. “Why can’t you go? I could probably get tickets for you if it has anything to do with money”

'Nope, definitely not money’ Dan thinks to himself, 'Just the fact that I’ll be the one singing at that concert.’ “I’m visiting my grandma the day of the concert” This wasn’t technically a lie, except for the fact that his grandma was coming to the concert to see him perform. As long as they never see her there then there will be no problems. Dan tries to make sure his family members come to the concerts at different times so no one will ever suspect it. All of his close relatives and his co-workers are the only people who know his secret.

“Oh man, that sucks” PJ whispers. They had all wanted to go together, and Dan had made sure to act excited with them about it weeks prior to get them pumped. Dan is actually very glad that they will be able to come to his band’s concert, only part of him wishes he could be in the crowd with them.

The thought of Ripping Ivory without Dan, or Q, makes Dan giggle. It would be David on the bass and Todd on the drums but only David’s back up vocals, or any vocals for that matter. Dan did most of the singing.

“We’ll take videos and pictures for you.” Phil comforts him and gives him a small hug before pulling away.

“Lester’s going to have /a lot/ of pictures and videos. We all know how much he loves Q,” Chris says and then makes his voice higher and clasps his hands together as he talks again, “Oh my Q! He’s so beautiful and his hair looks so soft! I’m going to marry him one day!” Phil shoves Chris from across the table.

“No, Phil talks more about his ass in those tight ass jeans. I wonder how that boy can even breathe in them,” PJ chuckles and dodges any attacks from a angry looking Phil. Phil can’t look angry so Dan would describe him as looking like an angry goldfish.

'Easy,’ Dan thinks, 'You get used to wearing them after a while. They’ve just shaped to fit my body perfectly.’

Dan then realizes what Phil has been thinking about Q. Q has the same body as Dan, so does Phil like Dan’s body too????? Dan’s cheeks heat up and his heart rate speeds up at the indirect compliment. Phil was definitely someone that he may or may not have a /tiny/ crush on. I mean, who wouldn’t fall for him?

“I mean, maybe you could come to another concert with us another time…” Chris says, trying to lighten the situation. “It’s okay, I will. I heard panic! is coming in November,” Dan says and smiles, suddenly changing the topic to that.

/

Dan and Phil both walk to Phil’s house together. Phil walks up the sidewalk to the front door and opens it up. “Thanks for coming over, I really needed someone to hang out with. My parents have been gone for 2 days and it’s lonely.”

“Not that I don’t want to be here, because I do, but why couldn’t Chris or PJ come??” Dan asks curiously.

“They’re probably having sex.”

“That’s true. Not a mental picture I needed though”

“Sorry.. but now I have it too so we’re even”

Dan’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he picks it up, checking the new message. It’s in his band’s group chat from their manager, Sara, to the band group chat. 'BAND STUFF’ was too obvious so they settled for the next best option.

FROM SARA (to BNDSTF)

meet at arena, they’re letting us go up early to practice / get some things done before the concert.

Dan sighs, “Phil, I’m really sorry but I have to go..”

“What, why?”

“Family emergency.”

Phil has been getting suspicious of a lot of these random having to leave things and family emergencies, but he doesn’t say anything because what if his mum was really in the hospital or dying?? Then Phil would be a terrible friend.

Phil just nods, “Go ahead. Text me if you can? Anything is better than being alone.”

Dan nods back, “Of course”

FROM DAN (BNDSTF):

omw

/

Dan slides on his mask, a plain black covering that went around his eyes and the top of his nose. Dan also pushes his hair up into a quiff for shows so no one will be able to tell him from his fringe.

Ripping Ivory’s shows are what Dan calls 'Literally the best thing you’ll ever go to’. There’s lights, smoke, audience participation (consensual of course), and wardrobe changes for different parts of the concert.

Dan wears his black skinny jeans most of the concert and changes his shirts mostly. Unless it’s an outdoor concert and halfway through the concert he may change into basketball shorts.

Dan and the rest of the members quickly skim through their songs and then all of them sneak off to decode the entire arena to find the best spots to stay and check out dressing rooms. It is a pre-concert tradition for them to memorize every corridor and backstage thing they can. They may or may not play hide and seek up until they literally call them to go onstage.

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

everything going good with your family??

FROM DAN (to Phil):

yeah sorry about having to leave..

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

it’s totally understandable.

/

“I’m not counting, that round was unfair!” Todd complains and crosses his arms.

Dan laughs and rolls his eyes, “I found you fair and square.”

“You didn’t tell us you were coming.”

“Fine! I’ll just count! We have 45 seconds so I’m giving you 15 seconds to run to a spot,” David says and puts his hands over his eyes, starting to count (rather quickly too). Dan runs as fast as he can into a closet and slams the door shut and he suddenly hears a small click.

Dan goes into panic mode when he finds the door locked. He starts banging on the door for someone to come open it. “HELP!!!!!” he screams and he waits for a good at least 30 seconds before David opens the door. “Dan we’re supposed to be out there! Hurry!”

Dan, Todd, and David all sprint to their spots when entering the stage.

Dan is lifted onto the stage from a middle spot. He runs his fingers through his already pushed up hair and fixes his mask. “Hello London!” he says happily and the crowd starts shouting. Dan walks up and starts high-fiving people from the front of the pit. “Sorry for starting so late” Dan giggles a bit, “I got trapped in a closet” He widens his eyes a bit and smiles.

“But no one here came to hear me complain about my life so lets start out with some 'Focus on her’!” The crowd shouts loudly and Dan smiles a very happy smile.

Dan walks forward to the front of the stage as he sings. For this song and the next two songs after he will be wearing this white button-up that is short sleeve and has small black dots on it. Most of his wardrobe is monochrome because of his mask and jeans but some parts he has more bright clothes.

Smoke rises up on both sides of Dan and around the rest of the band and lights flash in all directions.

The next three songs finish way faster than anyone wanted. Dan and the other members run backstage as they play a video for the crowd that is enough to keep them on their toes for the next song.

Dan runs out after the video just ends. He is now wearing a Kanye West 'Yeezus’ shirt that he just threw on because he’ll be doing the 'It Game’ after the next song.

The It Game is whenever he has one of his security guards pick a random girl or guy from the audience. Then he sings them one of their more lovey songs (as much as Dan doesn’t want to admit it, he wrote the song while thinking of him and Phil). He then asks them a few questions to entertain the audience and give the 'It’ a good experience to remember. The 'It’ is able to leave the stage with backstage passes for whoever they came with and a kiss on the cheek from Q.

Soon enough, Dan is waiting for the spotlight to land on whoever his main guard, Bob, chose to go on stage. “Okay guys, we’re now going to play a little game. One of my security guards, and good friends, will be choosing a person from the audience to come up here. If you’re asked and don’t want to, just say no because I know how bad that can be for someone. Like 'OMG Q why did you force me on stage and make me say my name in front of like a ton of people?!’, it’s okay because I won’t. So Bob, go and find the 'It’.”

The crowd cheers and several people jump and hold up signs to try and get onstage. Suddenly a spotlight stops in the middle. Dan can’t tell what the person looks like because of how bright everything is but he will whenever they get up on the stage.

Footsteps, the spotlight is put not only on Dan, but his guest. Dan looks up into the eyes and is filled with familiarity. Blue eyes that he could recognize in a sea of people. Out of everyone here, Bob chose Phil Lester. That bastard knew who he was to Dan and chose him on purpose.

Dan smiles and grabs a stool from the side of the stage for him to sit down. He grabs a microphone and hands it to Phil because Dan has a headset mic. “What’s your name?” Dan asks with a smile and suddenly /really/ hopes Phil won’t be able to recognize him even through a mask.

“Phil.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful man, huh?”

Phil’s cheeks go a dark shade of red, “Thank you” he almost whispers.

“I would compliment you more, but I guess singing you a song will work too” Dan smiles at him and Phil’s eyes crinkle up into that beautiful smile that Dan loves seeing. “Adorable” Dan says and starts with the song.

Dan finishes the song by walking up to Phil and swiftly pushing the little hairs that had fallen out of his fringe back with the others, giving him a small smile. “So, Phil, where are you from?”

“Here. Me and my friends got so excited whenever we found out you guys were coming, although one of them couldn’t make it, but there’s always next time”

“Of course, I’m glad you could make it though. Or else you’d never get to be sat on a bright stage with Q.”

“My one true dream, finally come true.”

Dan laughs and smiles, “Glad I could make it happen. Tell me Phil, is there anyone special in your life right now?”

Phil smiles a bit and looks down, “I would say you but I haven’t even taken you to dinner yet” Phil laughs and shakes his head, “No, but in all seriousness, there’s this guy I may or may not be on the verge of asking out.”

Both Dan and the crowd collectively go 'ooooo’ at the same time. Dan props his elbows on his legs and rests his head on his hands, watching Phil. “Tell me more, we have time”

“Well I’m not going to say anything specific because he always seems to know everything about this band but he’s really cute and bisexual, and I’m pretty sure that even if I wasn’t gay that I still would’ve fallen in love with him.”

“Awwww!! I wish you and your man, good luck” Dan says and he means it because 'oh my shithole, Phil just indirectly told him that he likes/loves Dan???!??!?!

“Thank you” Phil blushes more and smiles.

“Okay, before I so rudely kick you off my stage, how many people did you come here with?”

“Two of my friends and myself.”

“Would two of your friends and yourself like to come backstage after the show to hang out??”

“Yes please”

“Aw, such a gentleman. Okay so go see Bob when you exit the stage and he’ll get you those passes. See you later!” Dan smiles to himself and walks up to Phil, kissing his cheek.

/

“These are literally my best friends so don’t do stupid things okay?? I’ll be hearing all about this tomorrow at school,” Dan warns his band members. Todd laughs, “So don’t reveal you, show your dick pi-” “I don’t take dick pics!” Dan shouts and throws a bottle of water at him, causing it to spill all over Tom and the ground. At this same moment, PJ, Chris, and Phil are all ushered into the room.

David laughs loudly at the situation, “Looks like you have already failed your mission not to embarrass yourself.” “At least I don’t look like I pissed myself” Dan says and eyes Todd. Todd puts his middle finger up at Dan, “At least I’m not talking about my dick”

“I’ll have you know I have a very nice dick”

“No you don’t”

“You’ve seen me naked before you don’t have to lie”

“Nah mate, I say that /because/ I’ve seen you naked”

Dan throws another bottle of water at him and then turns to their guests. “I’m Q, this is David and Todd. Welcome to our humble abode…. er I mean my dressing room.”

Chris smiles and steps forward, shaking Dan’s hand, “Big fan of your music. Glad to be able to meet you in person.”

PJ smiles, “Same for me. I bet it’s even better for Phil to meet you, he likes you almost as much as he loves 'Daaaaannn’” Dan hopes no one can see the blush on his cheeks.

Todd walks up and pats Dan on the back, “You’ve always been popular with the ladies.. and guys too. We have a big LGBT+ audience. I’d say it’s a very good thing though, spreading gayness one song at a time.”

/

PJ, Chris, and Phil all leave after about 30 minutes because that’s the most amount of time that the guards would let them stay. As they leave, they spot Dan’s grandma walking around backstage and talking to Bob.

All three of them walk over to her. Chris decides to talk for them, “Mrs. April?? What are you doing here?” She turns around and smiles at the boys, “Oh boys! It’s so nice to see all of you! I just came to see the wonderful show!”

“I thought Dan was going to visit you today? He said that’s why he couldn’t make it to the concert..” Phil says, suddenly confused. PJ then steps up, “Also.. how did you get back here without a backstage pass?”

Mrs. April smiles at them without it wavering at all, “I have to go” she says and walks away, towards the dressing rooms where they can see Q step out and hug her. Just as he goes inside, he slips off his mask, and leaves the other boys at an angle where they couldn’t see his face"

/

They all sit in the car, left silent with their thoughts as PJ drives them back to Chris’ house. “What if Q is Dan?” Phil asks quietly and Chris laughs. Phil shakes his head at him, “It sounds idiotic but it’s possible. Dan’s grandma came and hugged Q, Dan told us he couldn’t come to see us because he was going to see his grandma, and we already know he can sing and play piano. I’m not reaching very far to conclude this- oh my god I admitted to Dan himself that I’m practically in love with him”

PJ smiles sympathetically, “It’s okay Phil. We’ll find out- plus anytime you said something about it Q got flustered so if it’s true maybe Dan likes you back. I think the best way to find out will be to not ask him about it and let it unfold. I have a plan.”

/

That night, the boys went over several plans until they got down the best one that they could think of that should trap Dan into telling them the truth. They decided to go with the plan at lunchtime.

“How was the concert?” Dan asks and Phil smiles. His experience at the concert could be put in the top 3 moments of his life. “Amazing! I got on stage and Q was so hot and cute and he kissed my cheek and I swear it’s still burning a hole where his lips touched and we got to go backstage to meet the band!” Phil says excitedly and sits down next to Dan.

PJ and Chris sit down after Phil. “What about you, how was your grandma?” PJ asks and Dan had already guessed that they would ask about her so he was prepared. “She was great actually. Her and my mum talked all night basically and I contributed to about 30% of their conversations. We left her house really late, like 1 or 2.”

Chris contorts his face a bit, “So that’s why she was at your concert last night? We got to speak to her.”

Dan’s heart suddenly starts racing really fast, worse than other times. His breathing quickens and the room starts getting smaller. The people talking around him is louder than usual. “I-I’ve go-tta go-o” he whispers and stands up. The room starts spinning, making it hard for Dan to move. Dan tries to grab onto Phil to break his fall but he completely misses and trips, banging his head against the ground. The last thing Dan remembers before everything going black is the sound of his own sobbing (he doesn’t remember crying but he knows it was himself crying), Phil quickly getting on the floor with him, and PJ yelling for a nurse.

/

Dan barely squints his eyes open. He has a cold washcloth on his forehead and he is in his bedroom. Phil is sitting at the end of his bed and Chris and PJ are on the love seat across from his bed. They haven’t noticed Dan woke up yet so he decides to listen to their conversation like the sneaky fuck he is, he shuts his eyes once more.

“Gotta say, that guy is really good at what he does. He’s gotten this entire thing past us for 3 years and we only just found out because we went to a concert.” The voice is definitely PJ.

“I can understand why he would keep it from us, this is a big deal. He obviously just wants to keep his identity a secret so he can live normally. This crossed a big barrier for him, bringing famous life into his normal life. That episode he had was understandable” Phil says and places his hand on Dan’s leg.

“I just want him to know that he can trust us, we’ve known him since we were all in our moms’ wombs. This isn’t something I would just go and tell someone,” Chris adds to the conversation.

Before anyone else speaks, Dan decides to make his way in. “That’s good to know” he whispers and sits up a bit in bed and opens his eyes. All three of the boys all snap their heads to look at Dan. “Don’t talk, I want to do this myself.” They nod and Dan rubs his hands over his face before starting.

“Hello, my name is Daniel James Howell. I am in my last year of schooling before I go to university, if I even do, and I’m also in a band. I am known as Q, the guy with the mask, or the guy with extremely tight jeans in the alternative band, Ripping Ivory. I sing songs and and play piano with my other best friends, Todd Harris and David York. Now, I may be best friends with them, but I have some even closer friends that I go to school with. I didn’t tell them about being in a band because I was scared of judgement or them turning on me. I now realize that I can tell them several things that should be told. Also including the fact that I’m in love with my best friend, who I have even written songs about. Which includes the song that I sang for him last night, in front of an arena of people.”

They’re quiet for a painful amount of time. Dan decides to add onto his speech, “Our first ever concert- it was in Reading at a small diner. Back then my mask was bright red and had black paint marks on it- I still have that one actually. But anyways, at that concert I had only known Todd and David for 2 weeks. Enough time to learn the songs I had made. At the beginning of the first song we song, I had the worst panic attack I’ve ever had. The diner was packed to the brim and everyone was watching us. Todd and I sat outside for 20 minutes before I could go back inside and we fucking rocked that show! That show was what bonded me and Todd closer and I still think of the things he told me then whenever I get nervous doing a show or even right now. I shouldn’t be scared of talking to you guys about anything, so there goes most of my secrets.”

“Most?” PJ asks curiously.

“Well do you want a full list of every person I’ve ever wanked to?”

PJ then shakes his head at the same time as Phil.

Chris smirks, “It’d only be two people. 1. Evan Peters 2. Phil Lester”

Phil shoots Chris a glare. PJ stands up, “Chris, lets give Dan and Phil some time to talk things out. We can go talk to Dan’s mum” Chris nods and him and PJ race out of the room and Chris shuts the door behind him.

“D-Did you really write that song about me?” Phil asks with a pink tint to his cheeks. Dan nods and smiles, sitting up all the way and letting Phil come sit next to him. “Who else would I write about having eyes you could swim in? And making my heart do that little flippy over thing” Phil smiles, “Well now you’ll have a new song to write about, about taking chances and finding love, a cliche song about the real life Hannah Montana who meets the love of his life. Dannah Montana.” They’re both silent for a moment, enjoying each other’s company.

Dan smiles at Phil and Phil smiles back, “I’m really proud of you Dan” Phil whispers, cuddling into Dan. “I wouldn’t of done it without my 3 best friends being the sneakiest shits ever. Now, lets get to the real stuff. You calling Q hot, and 'oh the things you would do if his jeans were off’.” Phil blushes and kisses Dan’s cheek, “You’ll find out those things in a matter of time, just a matter of time dear”

We Are Family

Summary: Six months into your relationship Harry and Leo meet your parents, which can go two ways, they love them or they hate them. You’re really hoping they love them.

Warnings: F l u f f

Requested: Yes! I’m so happy people like this.


“Did you hear that Little Lion?” Harry smiles down at Leo when he hears your car pull into the driveway. “Y/N is here.”

“Bab?” Leo asks softly, smiling up hopefully at Harry. “Bab?” He repeats, a way to get Harry to answer him.

“Yeah! Babe is here.” Harry laughs when he hears you knock softly on the door, “It’s unlocked!”

He’s still looking down at Leo when you wrap your arms around his waist, “You really shouldn’t leave that unlocked, somebody could get in.”

“I want you to be able to get in.” Harry murmurs, turning his head a little to press a kiss to your head.

You roll your eyes, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. Leo smiles when he sees you, “Bab!” You walk around Harry and take Leo from his arms, “Bab!” He giggles when you press a kiss to his cheek. 

Harry smiles a little in awe, “Sometimes I think he likes you more than me.” 

“He definitely does.” You smirk at Harry’s pout, “But don’t worry, it’s only because I give him sweets when you’re not around.” Harry shakes his head as he takes the bag you have from your hand and walks towards the kitchen, you following behind him. 

“What is this?” Harry asks as he pulls out clothing from the brown bag, “Are these new outfits? Do you think I can’t dress myself for meeting your parents?” 

“I just thought it would be cute if you and Leo were matching.” You smile nervously, you loved Harry’s style and you weren’t worried about what he would wear. You were worried about what he would stuff poor Leo into. 

Harry shakes his head looking down at the clothes. Admittedly, the outfit you chose wasn’t bad. It was something he would probably choose on his own, and Harry was sure Leo would look adorable in the striped button up. 

“I guess you’re right.” Harry laughs when you cheer, lifting Leo’s hands to cheer with you. 

“What is this?” He pulls out the dress, left in there for you to change into. “My dress!” You smile at the navy blue garment, “The blue matches the stripes on your shirts.” You explain happily, watching as a look of slight horror takes over Harry’s face. 

“You really put a lot of effort into this.” Harry says, placing the dress on top of his shirt and pants. You shrug, looking down at Leo with a smile, “I love you two so much and I just want my parents to see that. And I want them to love you guys too.” 

“And matching outfits are gonna do that?” Harry laughs softly, pulling you into a gentle hug. 

“No, but it’ll show them how happy I am. And how good you are to go along with my antics.” You press a kiss to his collarbone before resting your head there.

“Not antics, just really cute ideas.” Harry murmurs and presses a kiss to your hair, breathing in your coconut shampoo. 

“We should get ready, we have to leave in like half and hour.” You nod slowly stepping away, “I’ll give him a bath, you go shower.” As you walk away you turn back and see Harry folding the clothes, “Bring those to your room. We can all just get dressed there.” He nods and you turn back around to walk away.

Harry watches you as you walk towards the bathroom downstairs, where all of Leo’s bath toys and products were. Leo clapping happily, oblivious to fact he was about to be forced into a bathtub. You were watching him with a fond look Harry had realized a few weeks ago was only for Leo, like a mother’s look for their children.

Fifteen minutes later you’re carrying a teary eyed Leo to Harry’s room. He’s wrapped in his lion towel, with a hood designed to look like a lion’s mane and sniffling from being forced out of the bath. “What’s wrong little lion?” Harry croons, reaching to take Leo from your arms, who readily goes. You shake your head at the look Leo sends you, like you were the dragon and Harry the knight in shining armor. 

“He cries going in and cries going out.” You look Harry up and down, he’s shirtless but the pants you had bought are on. The shirt laying on his bed, next to your dress and Leo’s outfit. “I’m gonna get dressed,” You nod towards his en-suite bathroom before grabbing your dress. “The pants look nice.” 

When you emerge from the bathroom Harry is sitting on his bed now fully dressed with a matching Leo in his arms. Harry’s found a pair of tiny converse to slip onto Leo’s feet, and has put navy blue boots on his own. “You two look adorable!” You smile brightly, pulling your phone from the pocket in the dress. “Smile.” 

Harry smiles widely, dimples showing up and causing Leo to look up at him and do the same. You snap a picture, grinning when you notice Leo’s own dimples making an appearance. “My handsome boys.” Harry smiles at your words, you had taken Leo as your without him asking you to. He didn’t know how to thank you for that or anything you’d give him. 

“You look beautiful.” He says instead of thank you, “I love you.” 

You blush at his words, “I love you too.” 


Leo was a good baby. He usually stayed quiet when in public places, only cried if he was really tired or needed a change. He was sweet to new people, never hit or bit. He threw food, but every baby did. You knew your parents would love him, and if they didn’t they would have to live with it. You weren’t letting these boys go anytime soon. 

“Reservation for five.” Harry smiles at the hostess, “Under Styles.” She nods and grabs five regular menus and one children’s menu. 

“Would you like a high chair?” She asks politely after placing everything on the table for you. She speeds off when Harry nods, only taking a few seconds to grab one. “Enjoy your dinner.” 

You look around and notice they had placed you in a pretty quiet area, only a few tables beside you and all of them with adults. You weren’t sure if Harry had asked for that in order to keep Leo from getting overwhelmed or if it was coincidence, but you thanked the gods for it. 

“My parents should be here soon.” You smile as Harry places Leo in the high chair before pulling out the seat to the right of it for you. As you scan the drink menu you notice Harry fidgeting with his rings, “Is everything okay?” You murmur, silently deciding on red wine. 

“Yeah, just a little nervous. I want your parents to like me.” You a notice a faint blush in the dim lighting and grin. 

“They’ll love you, don’t worry.” Harry nods, but before he can say anything somebody is tapping your shoulder. 

“Y/N!” Your mom smiles as you stand to give her and your dad a hug. Harry stands as well, wiping his hands on his pants before extending a hand to shake with your parents. 

“Guys, this is Harry.” You point to him as they take his hand. Your dad nods as they shake hands before sitting in the chair next to yours. Your mom smiles kindly before shaking her hand. 

“Harry, these are my parents. Y/M/N and Y/D/N.” He nods as your mom takes the seat next to his, you and him share a look before sitting down as well. “And this is Leo.” You lift his hand to wave gently, Leo getting the idea and waving his other one. They laugh at his excited waves, “Leo, these are my parents.” Leo looks up at you then back at your parents, “Bab?” He gives you and Harry a confused look. 

You blush at the nickname and your parents confused glances, “Uh, Harry calls me babe a lot and Leo picked up on it but can’t pronounce it so he calls me his own version of it.” Your parents only nod, and you notice Harry look down at his hands, “I think it’s sweet.” You reach across to take his hand and he immediately stops his fidgeting. 

“It’s very cute.” Your father smiles reassuringly before picking up his menu. You let a sigh of relief, sending a small smile Harry’s way. 

Dinner goes smoothly, a few jokes and conversations about Harry’s life and your old friends and everybody seems to be getting along. You’re all picking at the ends of your meals when Leo starts to get fussy. He throws a crayon across the table and it lands on your father’s plate. 

“Leo!” Harry exclaims a panicked look taking over his face as Leo laughs. “We don’t throw things.” Harry mutters sternly, but Leo only laughs and picks up the remaining portion of his spaghetti. “I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.” Harry smiles apologetically at you and your parents. 

Your dad only laughs softly, handing the crayon to you, “We’ve all thrown things. Don’t worry.” 

Harry smiles gratefully before he presses a quick kiss to your cheek as he walks past, “Take your time.” You whisper and he nods. You silently pick at your food, waiting for your parents to say something. 

They look at you with smiles, “That boy really loves you.” 

“He does. I know you think Harry-” 

“Not Harry.” Your dad interrupts, “Well, he loves you. But, I mean Leo.” He nods to the empty high chair and you give him a confused look. 

“Yeah, I love him too. He’s a very sweet little boy, he deserves the world.” You smile down at the children’s menu, where Leo had attempted to draw a heart. 

“What happens when you and Harry break up?” Your mother asks quietly, she flinches when you look up with a glare. “What?” You ask the question sharply, and your father sighs. 

She shrugs, looking back down at her food. “Well, he’s not your blood. You can’t take custody or have any right to him. You’re just getting attached to a child and a man that may eventually break your heart.” 

“And if we don’t break up?” You roll your eyes at her assumption, “If we get married? Stay together forever? I love them. They mean the world to me and I know they think the same about me. I’m not worried about what happens when we break up because I don’t see it happening.” 

Your mother huffs, “You think you’ll marry this boy?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. All I know is I love him and wouldn’t mind being with him and Leo for a very long time.” You shrug looking back down at your food as a silence takes over the table. 

“Well,” Your dad smiles placing a hand on top of yours, “I like him. I think the three of you make an adorable, little family”. 

You blush, noticing Harry reenter the restaurant and making his way back to the table, “Do you guys want dessert? I was thinking we go out for ice cream or frozen yogurt.” 

“That sounds really nice, Harry. But my wife and I are old and don’t stay up that late anymore.” Your dad laughs as the four of you stand up. 

“You guys aren’t-” 

“No use in lying.” You father cuts Harry off as he slips on his coat, “You three enjoy the rest of your night. We should do this again.” Your mom slips her hand into the crook of your father’s elbow and you slip your hand into Harry’s free one as the four of you make your way towards the exit. 

“Yeah?” Harry asks a proud smile spreading across his face, “Yeah. Stop worrying Harry, you passed the test.” You dad laughs when Harry lets out a relieved breath. 

You give your parents hugs goodbye before turning and smiling excitedly at Harry, “See! Nothing to worry about!” 

“Your mom hates me.” He bounces Leo on his hip and you sigh, “No she doesn’t. She just worries too much, she’ll love you in no time.” The two of you walk hand in hand, Leo balanced on Harry’s hip, giggling to himself as he watches cars drive by the three of you in the parking lot. 

You had managed to find a good parking spot so the walk to the car is quick, “Gonna go get some fro-yo.” Harry sings as he straps Leo into his car seat, you already sitting in front seat. 

“We should go back to your place. I picked up ice cream the other day, we can all watch tangled or something. Oh, or we could-” You turn in your seat to face Harry as buckles Leo up. 

“Move in with me.” Harry cuts you off, smiling softly as you look around, like he could be talking to anybody else before looking back at him with a shocked look. 

“What?” 

“You spend a lot of your time with us anyways. It’s not too far from your job, and I like this.” Harry shuts Leo’s door before you can respond. You roll your eyes when he climbs into the driver seat and smiles nonchalantly at you, “What do you mean you like ‘this’?” 

“I like this little family we’ve built,” Harry smiles a little nervously, “I love you. I love the way you love Leo, I want you to move and be an even bigger part.” 

You lean across the center console and kiss him, one hand twisting in his hair and the other resting on his cheek. He brings his hand up and rests it on top of yours. You can feel his smile against your lips before you pull away, “Does that mean yes?” He murmurs. 

You turn and look at Leo in the back seat. He’s distracted by the toy Harry had hung there a few weeks ago. He giggles and you smile, I love this little boy.

Then you turn to look at Harry, who is giving you a hopeful smile. His hair had started to lose it’s slicked back hold, some strands falling across this forehead. His eyes sparkling in excitement, like he already knows your answer but wants to hear you say it. 

“Of course I’ll move in with you.” You smile widely, leaning in to kiss him again. 

I don’t know where we’ll end up, you think as Harry presses kisses across your face while laughing happily, but I do know these boys are my family.


Maybe I’ll write engagement piece. Maybe I’ll write her meeting Harry’s family. Maybe I’ll do a short piece on their first date or where little lion originated from. I don’t know, we’ll see.

I hope you enjoyed this.

Thank you for reading and have a good day!

Update - read the next part here

When she asks about me, tell her.
If you tell her that I was just some girl
you dated for nearly 3 years, you can
bet that she will only give you a hard
time.

The pictures and posts tagged between
our two profiles will tell her it was more
than just that. If she’s smart, she’ll look
at the notification that’ll pop up midnight
every night, telling you what you were
doing that day, one…two…three years
ago, you’re in my ones too.

If you tell her that I was just an old
friend, she’ll know you’re lying. See, if
she’s smart like me, she’ll soon realise
that you’re easy to read when you’re
lying and that your voice goes off in a
mind of its own.

She’ll remember how one night you were
at the bowling alley, she said “lets try
that chinese buffet place, I heard it’s
great.” But with a heavy heart, you’ll
make up some story about how you seen
a rat there, once, because you wouldn’t
dream of going to our place with
someone else. But sweetie, it pains me
to say that I know that one day, we
both will. One day, I’ll want the soup
there that I always had four bowls of
before an actual main course, and you’ll
want to have the ribs you loved there.

She’ll remember that day when she
picked you up from university to bring
you back home, how you skipped a song
that was on the radio. Of course, it’ll be
the song we always danced to. And I
know you’ll make an excuse why you can’t listen to it whenever it comes on
when you’re together.

If she holds up her phone with a picture
of you and I from way back, lie a little
but not a lot, she’s not looking for truthful
answers. She’s looking for reassurance
from you.

Don’t tell her how we decided we were
going to have three children, and talked
about how we’d explain our story to
them. Or the plans we had because you’re
going to have bigger and better plans
with her.

Keep the top drawer of your black case
shut until you’ve gotten rid of the cards, my 52 reasons why, post it notes from
me and the pictures. She doesn’t need
to know why you visit your old tagged
page and why you reread our old
conversations on nights she isn’t
around.

Change the subject when
you’re all gathered around the family
dinner table and your Mum asks you
if you’ve ever heard what I’ve been up
to lately, don’t let her hear your Mum
call me the daughter she never had.
It’ll kill her with the thought of never
standing a chance against me.

Kiss her forehead and tell her you
love her on nights that she’s had too
much to drink and she’s rambling on
about the girl you loved before her.

I hope that she forgets that you still
say my name in your sleep, and that
she ignores how you twitch when
someone mentions my favourite author, or mentions that movie and book I
always used to cry at.

And when she does find out who I am,
I hope she’ll take it in the best way and
silently thank me, because without me,
you wouldn’t know how to love her,
kiss her, take her bra off and make
love to her.

—  this is the last lesson that I’ll teach you.
The Adventures of HotDog Girl & Sir Christian

Originally posted by hoechlineleven

A/N: Felt like writing about this cutie because he deserves some loving in the world. Enjoy!

WARNING: I can’t remember if there are curses so just keep that in mind!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Finally we’re here!” Your best friend said finally finding parking in the lot “Yay.. Comic Con..” you said sarcastically. You didn’t mind   the Comic scene but you did mind the traveling and ton of cosplayers who were going to be walking around. “Hey, in the birthday boy so you better start slapping on that smile.” He said leaving the car with you following right behind him “Yeah, I know. Guess I’m still kind of jet lagged.” You said smiling, you loved your bestfriend he was like an older brother to you but you didn’t love flying or cosplayers.

 As you both entered the convention the noise,smell,and music hit you all at once “Lets go get people to sign things! Teen wolf is here again! I’m so happy you bought front row tickets to their panel, I love you (Y/N).” He said hugging you tightly. Six years ago your friendship was founded by your shared love for Teen Wolf, so of course you both the best possible tickets before they sold out, about 4 years of saving your checks, tips and any change just to get him those tickets but he didn’t know that and you didn’t mind because he was grateful regardless of that knowledge.

 "Holy shit Jason Aaron is here! I need to get his autograph and picture!“ You heard your best friend say but you weren’t paying him close attention because a particular smell hit your nose "Mmm.. Hot Dogs.. hey do you want one?” You asked turning around to see him no longer standing beside you “Okay, guess not.” You said shrugging trying to follow the smell of the hotdogs but to no avail because you somehow ended up getting tangled between cosplayers “I just want a damn hotdog.” You mumbled to yourself trying to escape the cosplay crowd “Need help?” You heard a muffled voice say next to you and as you turn it’s a cosplayer dressed as “It” from the Stephen King classic.

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A guy in my choir asked me to come talk to him in private. He told me his 3 year old nephew just got diagnosed with autism and he wanted to know what to avoid.

Pause. Breathe. This is advocacy done right. I warned my choir about Autism Speaks in April. This gentleman was really excited about #REDinstead. He’s kind of an awkward fellow, very quiet and soft spoken, so it was surprising to see him approach me with questions. I was happy to answer, though!

I said avoid any kinds of behavior therapy that tries to suppress stimming and explained why stimming is important for autistic people. I added to this by saying he should be taught smaller, quieter stims to do in places where big or noisy ones might cause distractions– but I said do not ever insist he completely stop stimming.

I mentioned he should sure his nephew understands why something is wrong if he does something naughty and don’t just punish him, because if he doesn’t know why it’s wrong he may keep doing the naughty thing over and over. So if he hits somebody or takes a toy away from them, tell him it hurts them and their feelings just like it would hurt his feelings if somebody hit him or took the toy he was playing with.

I explained what meltdowns, self-injurious behavior and overstimulation were and how they may feel and what one can do to help.

I explained aggressive behaviors and ways to help deal with it safely.

I told him all about why functioning labels are really harmful and I talked about presuming competence in nonverbal autistic people who use AAC or whose communications aren’t understandable.

I talked about echolalia, how it is valid communication by demonstrating some of mine (he was surprised by how much of my speech is actually echolalia) and said he could use that to teach his nephew some phrases that may help him socially later. Things like “Hi, how are you?” or “Please / thank you.”

I finished off by saying autism isn’t tragic or horrible, it gets made horrible for autistic people when we’re forced to behave in ways unnatural to us for everyone else’s comfort.

The major kicker? This is an older gentleman. He leaned back and said “You know what? I probably would’ve got diagnosed as autistic if I was a kid today. I didn’t get along with other kids too much because they were too noisy and kept changing all the game rules. I liked to play quietly by myself. Crowds hurt my ears. I have to wear earplugs at work every day. But when I was a kid you never saw autistic or mentally challenged people*, they were locked up.”

This guy is probably an undiagnosed autistic himself. I kinda suspected it, but I didn’t say anything out of nowhere to him because that’s awkward. But when he brought it up, I giggled and said “Maybe you are!”

But it was so neat to have someone come up to me and ask me questions because they want to really work with an autistic person in their life rather than shove help at them. The fact that he’s probably an undiagnosed autistic person himself means it’ll be an interesting journey for him.

Today reminded me of why advocacy in the autistic community is important. There’s a lot of people who need more education, but we are changing the world one person at a time. In my mind, I picture individual blue light bulbs turning red as people are led away from the awfulness that is Autism Speaks and towards autistic advocates. :)


*I informed him that ‘intellectual disability’ is the proper term now and he thanked me for that info too.

Too Many Secrets

Pairing: The Avengers Team x Reader

Warning: Swearing // Dirty Secrets

A/N: I was watching FRIENDS the other day and got this idea from one of the episodes. But I changed it by a lot.

“Oh no, some of still have secrets.” Tony shakes his head as you roll your eyes.

“Aside from things we’ve done before coming here, but as a household we’re pretty open with each other.” Sam shrugs.

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YES I’M OPENING COMMISSIONS

i’ve been having a hard time with money lately so i decided to open commissions’’’’ this is the first time i do this so please be patient with me thankyou


things i’m ok with

  • Fanart
  • OCs
  • Characters with some animal features (tails, wings, ears, etc)
  • Real people
  • Couples
  • NSFW-ish/Erotic stuff 👀
  • Gore-ish things
  • Landscapes and some basic perspectives, buildings are ok too (tho they might take some time)
  • …and lots of other things, feel free to ask <3

things i won’t draw </3

  • Furries
  • Mechas
  • Armor
  • Mechanical stuff?
  • REALLY COMPLEX BAckgrounds (like with some crazy perspectives or too much details)
  • Ahegao
  • Heavy gore

$$$

- Prices are in USD
- PayPal only
- Half the payment is required before i start on a commission and after i’ve accepted your request
- If you want to leave a tip you’re more than welcome!! tips are optional of course, it’s up to you <33

NOTES:

  • Please be very specific about what you want me to draw
  • You can send me photos for reference (like if you want your character doing a specific pose, same for clothing, hairstyles, etc.)
  • For OCs i’ll need pictures of them and info about their personality
  • DON’T BE AFRAID TO SEND AS MANY REFERENCES AS YOU CAN
  • Prices may be adjusted depending of the character’s complexity/amount of details, i’ll let you know
  • I will send you a screenshot after i’ve finished the first sketch so you can ask me to change some minor details of the drawing (bigger changes or additions might require extra $). After the revision, i will proceed with the lineart and color, there’s no going back
  • You can ask for a simple background for your character ITS FREE OF CHARGE (for example if you want the bg color to be red or whatever, or a pattern) otherwise i will leave it blank
  • If you’re interested in commissioning something that you don’t see above, send me an e-mail so we can talk about it
  • You are free to use your commissioned piece however you want but PLEASE don’t use it for commercial purposes (like printing it on a shirt and selling it, reselling, etc) if you do that i will find you and i will sue you im not kidding 👀 👀 
  • Your commission can take from 1week to 1 month or a little more, it depends on my schedule, i’ll keep you updated don’t worry

…and i guess that’s all IM SORRY FOR THE LONG POST AND THANKS FOR READING
if you want to support you can allways reblog too, i’d appreciate it <33

E-mail me at chenysin@gmail.com if you’re interested or have any questions 

Not What He Expected-Part 5

This is an A/B/O AU

So here it is, my FIRST A/B/O series featuring Alpha! Dean/ Omega! Reader (not Destiel). I am still a Samgirl to the very core of my being, but I thought it would be fun to try something different for a change.

You meet Dean Winchester in a bar when he attempts to come to your rescue after a drunk Alpha tries to take advantage of you.  He quickly realizes you’re not what he expected.  You’re a very independent Omega who is used to speaking her mind.  He’s all Alpha, but there is just something about you, an attraction that makes him want to know more…….

Part 1 (All parts are linked)

Master List

Text messages are in bold.

*This chapter fills my “sunset watching” square on my @spnabobingo card

I spent the days until the weekend enduring constant comments and teasing from Cas and Jimmy. The bickering got so bad that Babi finally ordered them to leave me alone. Darcy came by to visit and the immediately filled her in on current events in my life.

“Sorry to hear about the divorce, Darce. Your Alpha is a dick. He doesn’t deserve you.” Jimmy and Darcy had dated in high school and we’d all been friends for years.

She smiled sadly. “Thanks, Jim! I just wish it didn’t take me so long to realize.” She turned her attention to me. “Where have you been? I haven’t heard much from you since that night at the bar.”

Jimmy and Cas exchanged a look. “That’s because she’s been too busy panting over that hot Alpha she’s seen seeing,” Cas told her gleefully.

“He’s okay if you like tall green-eyed Ken dolls,“ Jimmy said with a smirk.

“Wait a minute….” Darcy began, shooting me a look. “Is it that Alpha from the bar?”

“Maybe,” I said sheepishly. “His name is Dean.”

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anonymous asked:

I would like to kindly request child au! scenarios of Ayato, Laito, Kanato and Subaru going back to school shopping! I bet they would all have the cutest backpacks and things!

Admin Mawile:(*´▽`*)

Ayato:

-”Mom, look! This one is way cooler!”

Shopping with Ayato was an exercise in patience. Not only did he run off at every turn, he wanted everything he saw as the slightest bit interesting. 

He was holding up a red, pattered backpack, covered in designs of some popular children’s show and shaking it in a way that clearly said want. You glanced at the cart full of other supplies he’d chosen. 

He did have to have school supplies. 

The second the backpack was in the cart, he was gone, bolting off towards the art aisle before you could blink.

Kanato:

-The whole time you’d been out shopping, Kanato had been miserable. 

He’d insisted that Teddy needed supplies too, and had refused to perk up unless the bear got them. 

 Even a bear-themed pencil holder hadn’t been enough to snap him out of his mood. He was currently holding it to his chest, looking like the very picture of a pouting, grouchy child. 

“Alright, let’s go have a look at the Teddy-sized things.”

With that, there was an instant change. Kanato almost immediately tore off a ahead of you, too excited to wait any longer. 

Laito:

-Shopping with Laito was… interesting. 

He was curious about absolutely everything, asking politely for the cutest items he found after near endless digging. 

Your cart was piled high with name-brand, stylish school supplies, most of it in varying shades of green. Glancing at the macron themed stationary he’d just tossed in, you sighed. This was expensive. 

Mom, may I please get this one?”

His expectant, delighted expression was too much to say no to, and another item joined the ever-growing pile. 

Subaru:

-Subaru had always been uncomfortable with getting new things. 

He was convinced that you were “wasting” the money on him, and didn’t like to bother boy by asking for more than he absolutely needed. 

Currently, he was clutching a black, plaid lunchbox, at least a few dollars more than the cheapest red kind, and staring at the floor miserably. This was the first time he’d shown interest in anything you were getting him. 

“Hmmm, that one does look like it would last longer.”

The way his face lit up was absolutely priceless, beyond delighted that you were willing to get something for him.