sorry this is like a mini novel

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've already answered this, so, sorry if you have, but how much do you think you'll be selling the zine for? I'm trying to decide what I should buy since I can only afford one thing *sobs*

The zine seems like it’s going to come out as $20! Mostly because it’s 120 pages of bonafide crack content LOL that’s basically like a mini novel now that I think of it

But if you can’t afford it, I will also be uploading it as a PDF for $5 on gumroad when everything’s shipped out!

go away mum

summary: teenage!phan “hang out” at phil’s place, only to be horribly embarrassed by phil’s mum

tags: teenage!phan, phan, phan fluff, highschool!phan, embarrassed!phan, phan banter

word count: almost 2k

trigger warnings: swearing, not smut but a tiny make-out sesh i guess lol, and fluff that will kill you

Dan held Phil’s hand as Phil opened the front door and revealed a cozy home inside. The place had a warm atmosphere, with wooden furniture and smatterings of bright colours and nerdy knick-knacks sitting everywhere. It smelt like cinnamon buns, and as Dan stepped inside he knew it was all he aspired to live in. 

“The door was unlocked which means Mum’s home, so just…don’t talk to her,” Phil advised, kicking off his shoes. Dan did the same. “She’s kind of embarrassing.”

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tallandfeisty  asked:

"Is that apple pie?"

Oliver paused mid-bite, looking up at the blonde stranger standing next to his table. She tucked her hair behind her ears, leaning over to scrutinize his piece of pie - which yes, was apple - before looking back at him.

“It is apple pie, isn’t it?” she asked, pointing her finger at the pie. “That is apple pie you’re eating.”

“I’m sorry,” Oliver said, shaking his head in confusion. “What?”

“That is my pie,” she said. “You are eating my pie.”

Oliver looked at his plate, at his half-eaten pie sat, before looking back at her. “I think it’s my pie.”

“Yes, which would make you a pie thief.”

“Excuse me?”

“You stole my pie.”

“Is your name on it?”

“I licked it.”

Oliver dropped his fork, sitting up straight. “You did what?”

She rolled her eyes. “Alright, I didn’t lick it, but I should have. Would serve you right, eating other people’s licked pies.”

“But you didn’t lick it,” Oliver retorted.

“Ah, but I could have!”

“But you didn’t.”

"Pointing out my lack of foresight isn’t helping your case,” she said. And then she paused, finally looking at him. An array of emotions fluttered across her face as she went from angry to concerned to some sort of realization to embarrassment to resolve, all the while her face slowly turning redder. “I don’t know you.”

“No,” Oliver said in agreement, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re the new guy,” she said, waving her hand. “You’re the new welder, at John’s shop.”

“That’s me. And you are?” 

“I’m mortified,” she replied, sticking her hand out for him to shake. He took it, his eyes on her face, and he saw the instant she felt the tiny zap of electricity shoot through both of them when they touched. She gasped, freezing, her eyes widening slightly before continuing, “Yep, call me mortified. Morty for short.”

Oliver chuckled.

He wasn’t a guy to buy into the idea of small-town charm. He’d drifted for most of his adult life, bouncing from major metropolitan’s to tiny little towns just like this one, and he’d met every sort of person you could imagine under the sun. These days, people were nice and considerate, sure…

But he’d never been charmed before.

Still holding her hand, Oliver said, “It’s nice to meet you, Morty. I’m Oliver.”

She smiled at him, and he returned it, before her brow furrowed slightly, like she was trying to figure something out about him. They stared at each other, neither moving, Oliver becoming more and more aware of the way her hand felt in his when she suddenly nodded.

“Well. Okay.” She took her hand back, and Oliver found himself holding on a little bit tighter until their fingers separated. “Nice to meet you, Oliver. I’m gonna… go.” She backed away, her smile not quite going away as she said, “Morty out.”

He grinned at that, and she paused again, just looking at him, when someone yelled, making her jump, “Felicity, order up, doll!”

“Got it! Uh… bye,” she said softly, giving him a little wave. She turned before changing her mind, looking back at him. “Sorry about the pie attack. I just really like apple pie.”

"Me too,” Oliver said after her, and she gave him a smile over her shoulder before grabbing her takeout bag. Oliver watched her leave, watched her hop into an old Mini-Cooper, pulling out and heading towards the south part of town.

He turned back to his pie.

“Felicity,” he whispered, trying the name on for size. He liked it.

He checked his watch, wondering if she’d be back in at the same time tomorrow.


So this got long. It’s like the cliched opening to a romance novel, isn’t it? ;)