such a good night for my otps

we’ve all heard of the fake dating trope… but have u considered.. fake exes trope…..

  • ‘my new romance-obsessed friend asked me who my last date was with and i was too embarrassed to say i’ve never been on a date so i blurted your name and it turns out they know you’ au
  • ‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au
  • ‘a mutual friend tried to introduce us, but we already knew each other from LARPing but we’re both too embarrassed to admit that so i jokingly said we used to date and oh god now our friend wont stop interrogating us about it’ au
  • ‘im egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ au
  • ‘my current partner is a huge asshole and i need a reason to break up with them so will you pretend to be my possessive and violent ex’ au
  • ‘we’re contestants on a reality show and we kind of hate each other so the producers told us to pretend to be warring exes for the ratings so now we keep inventing crazier and crazier things the other did while we were dating’ au

When after a long time searching you finally find a long, well written and interesting fanfic

  • Jason: How come you were in the bathroom this morning?
  • Piper: I heard you singing.
  • Jason: Are you sure it had nothing to do with the fact that I was naked in the shower?
  • Piper: I didn't know you were naked

Good night,” I whisper to the bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

I can’t,” he says.

Making Sense

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown

There was flour fucking everywhere.

“Did any of the flour get into the bowl?” Baz mused as Simon dumped another cup of the powder on the countertop, dropping a ball of dough on top and sending a cloud of flour drifting across the kitchen.

“Shut up,” Simon grinned, gingerly biting the leftover dough off of his fingers.  “Do you think we put in enough cherries?”

“We already did double what the recipe called for.”

“I know, but I want there to be cherries -”

“In every bite,” Baz finished, smiling fondly at Simon concentrating on the dough, his brow furrowing involuntarily.  Baz loved that furrow.  That furrow was only one of countless things Baz loved about Simon.

Simon turned to meet his eye, and Baz quickly dropped his gaze to the flour-covered counter.  Baz loved Simon’s eyes too much to even be able to look at them.  It was like trying to stare at the sun; he had to look away after a second, but the image was still there, stuck behind his own eyes, burnt onto his retinas.

Oblivious little fuck.

“Should I roll it thinner?” Simon asked, snapping Baz out of his thoughts.  Not that it mattered, the thoughts would carry on, like subtitles in his brain, impossible to ignore.

“It looks fine,” Baz shook his head.  “I wonder though, should we add something to them?  Like peppermint extract or something?”

“Why would we do that?”

“They are meant to be for a Christmas party…”

“So we’ll make Christmas cookies next,” Simon shrugged, “I’m not going to change the scones, they’re perfect as they are.”

Baz got an idea.  “How about we cut them with Christmas cutters?”

Simon laughed.  “The scones?”



They dipped their cookie cutters in the inch-thick layer of flour that covered the counter and cut their scones into Christmas trees and gingerbread men.  They worked in silence, side by side, Baz trying to hide the bristling that occurred whenever he was close to Simon.  He still found it hard to believe that after all these years of being friends and spending time together, Simon had still never seemed to notice the effect he had on Baz.

They both reached into the flour bowl at the same time, their hands brushing.  It shouldn’t have made Baz blush, it wasn’t like they never touched each other, but Baz couldn’t help the fact that every touch felt like an electric shock, like it made his neck crawl.

The second their hands brushed, Baz fought the urge to snatch his back.  He wasn’t expecting Simon to do the snatching.

Baz peeked at Simon’s face.  The boy was staring down at the dough, but his eyes were wide and his cheeks were…

Don’t overthink it, he told himself. You mean nothing to him, not like that.

But there was that tiny voice inside somewhere that kept him hoping.  What if you do?

“Ready for the oven then?” Simon broke the silence, a little loudly for such a simple question, especially with Baz right beside him.

“Sure,” Baz replied, trying to sound light, and they transferred the dough onto the pan, sliding it into the oven and setting the timer. Baz brushed the flour dust off his hands and turned back to Simon.  “Now we wait.”

Simon had an odd expression on his face.  He stared sort of… past Baz, like he was so lost in thought that he was seeing the things he was thinking, and they were happening right behind Baz.  “What shall we do in the meantime?” Simon murmured.

“Well,” Baz watched Simon’s face, puzzled.  “We could start to clean up, I guess.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed.  “We could, yeah.”

“Did you have something else in mind?”

Suddenly Simon’s eyes met Baz’s, too quickly for Baz to look away.  He returned the gaze as coolly as he could, feeling more and more exposed with every second that dragged by.  “Something wrong?” he managed, his mouth dry.

“No,” Simon murmured, not looking away.  “Nothing’s wrong.  In fact, something’s right.  Everything’s right.”  He took a deep breath.  “Everything is… making sense.”


Simon took a step towards Baz, then another.  His gaze was so intense that Baz instinctively backed up, finding that he had nowhere to go, he was already backed against the counter. “Simon,” he stammered, “what are you doing?”

“There’s…” Simon cocked his head up at Baz, now only inches away.  “There’s flour on your face.”  He reached a hand up to brush his thumb across Baz’s cheek, so softly that it felt like a butterfly’s touch.  Baz could hear his heart pounding in his ears, louder and louder and…

And then Simon reached up…

And Baz’s heart went silent.

Because Simon was kissing him.  Shyly.  On the mouth.

Baz’s eyes scrunched shut, and he went so tense that his stomach almost felt sick.

Simon dropped away from Baz’s mouth.  When Baz opened his eyes, Simon’s face was red, and his brow was furrowed again.  “I’m sorry,” he muttered.

Baz had to take a couple of breaths before he found his voice. “W-what for?”

Simon’s eyes were blurring up.  “I thought I’d figured it out,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “I thought that you wanted… that. I guess not.”

“Did… did you want that?”

Simon squeezed his eyes shut, and a tear dripped from one of them.  “It doesn’t matter.”

“Simon,” Baz rushed to dry the tear from Simon’s cheek, not even thinking about the gesture.  “I need to know.”

For once, it was Simon who couldn’t meet Baz’s eyes.  “Yes, alright?  I wanted it, but clearly you didn’t, so let’s just forget it happened and carry on.”  His voice was hitching as he fought back tears, his breath becoming ragged.

Baz didn’t know it was possible for a heart to be broken and mended at the exact same time, but while Simon’s tears tore him apart, he felt light as air, practically giddy.  Without letting himself think about it, he leaned down and kissed the tear off of Simon’s face, letting his lips linger a second longer than they needed to.  He felt Simon’s shuddering stop in surprise.  When he met Simon’s eyes, neither of them looked away.  “Wait,” Simon breathed, “did you want that?”

Baz could barely whisper the words “God, yes” before he was crashing into Simon’s mouth again.  This time there was no hesitation, no stiffness, just a lifetime of wanting coming to a head.  

Simon’s mouth tasted of cherries and the salty sweetness of the dough he’d been sneaking the entire time.  Baz’s hands went from Simon’s face to his hair, one hand exploring the back of Simon’s neck.  Simon gave Baz’s chest a push, and before either of them knew what was happening, Baz was sitting on the countertop, Simon straddling his lap and kissing him so deeply that Baz thought he might faint.  Simon’s hands cupped Baz’s face, still pushing him back until Baz was leaning his head against the cupboards, the cold wood the only thing giving him any sense of direction.  His world was nothing but Simon, and he couldn’t hold back a moan as Simon angled his head and opened Baz’s mouth with his own.  

It wasn’t until much later, when they finally broke apart, dizzy and gasping for breath, that they realized they’d sat in the flour.

This is how I feel when I see good fanfiction of my OTPs
Drarry pick up lines pt.2
  • Harry: Hey Draco, I'll treat you like my homework: Slam you on the table and do you all night long!
  • Hermione: If only you actually did your homework
  • -
  • Draco: Hey Harry, mind if I slytherin your chamber of secrets?
  • Harry: I'm Dumble-done with you Draco.
  • -
  • Harry: You know how your hair would look really good?
  • Draco: It always looks perfect so I don't get your point.
  • Harry: Hum.. it would look really good on my lap, but thanks for ruining my line.
RIP James and Lily Potter
  • Lily had always thought that James would be a good father, and that happened sooner than any of them expected
  • Of course James completely flipped out and could barely stand the idea of raising a precious child during war but what could they do?
  • Pregnant Lily had only a few mood swings here and there, but her morning sickness was just plain awful
  • There were many nights of James staying up with her, tying back her hair and cooing encouragement as she knelt for hours by the toilet
  • James always made sure his wife was never without what she needed, blankets, food, favorite songs, being read to aloud, he gave it to her
  • When Lily’s water broke it was in the middle of a dinner party with the rest of the Marauders, and general chaos broke out
  • Even Remus could not keep his calm, so Lily had to manage them and guide them in the act of taking her to the hospital
  • Harry was born very pink and healthy, and it seemed that he took an immediate liking to everyone who held him
  • James went home for a short period before Lily to tidy everything up and further baby proof the entire house
  • Watching James sing songs to a sleeping Harry or fall asleep with him in his arms only made Lily want to have more
  • Through all the death and despair, losing loved ones and friends, Harry was like the beacon of light that reminded everyone of the safe future they were fighting for
  • One night, with Harry between them on the bed, James and Lily spoke of all the possible names they’d have for the next child, they both wanted a girl (James predicted she’d have Lily’s hair and his eyes)
  • Funnily, Harry’s favorite place for naps was nestled against Sirius when he was in dog form, and this resulted in many cute photographs
  • Remus was always terribly afraid of accidentally hurting the small child but soon he grew rather comfortable and took good care of him
  • Not being able to leave the house drove James crazy, and Lily did her best to occupy him by having him teach Harry how to ride his mini broomstick
  • Although they’d both agreed on waiting until after the war was over, Lily couldn’t help but already plan for their next daughter
  • She could modify some of Harry’s clothes but she must have her own pair of shoes, and Lily hoped she’d share most of Harry’s toys
  • James loved his family more than anything, and he’d rather die than have any kind of harm come to them
  • Which is why on October 31, 1981 James saw the Dark Lord coming and he did not hesitate in telling his wife to take their child and run
  • Lily couldn’t bare to leave James but she had Harry so she had no choice but to rush up the stairs, hearing the door blast open behind her
  • Standing in that hallway, facing the man who had killed so many of his friends and ruined the lives of others, James felt nothing other than courage
  • He realized many things at once, as that green bolt flew towards him: he had forgotten his wand, Lily was beautiful even when frightened, Harry already had his messy hair, and he wouldn’t see them ever again
  • Upstairs, Lily heard a thud and she felt James’ death in her very heart and soul
  • Despite the unthinkable, Lily still cried out for him, thinking of all those times he’d always rushed to her, always there to love and protect
  • But this time, he would not come
  • Lily begged for Harry to be spared, for herself to be killed instead, and she knew it would be a hard life for him to be without a mother but what was her life without James?
  • As she watched death touch her chest, Lily thought many things at once: that she’d never have that baby girl, that she’d never kiss Harry’s forehead again, that she and James were only twenty-one
  • They were only twenty-one

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Family Dinner
  • Uncle: So, what you gonna do on vacation?
  • Me: Mhn, i don't know... maybe read angst fanfics and then cry like a baby, suffer for updates of my ships,
  • spend the night awake reading fanfics with 60+ chapters, read a good lemon with very sadomasochism and begin to write a fanfic with my otp which I'll never finish.
  • Uncle: ...
  • Dad: ...
  • Grandma: ...
  • Brother: ...
  • Me: 'drink the juice' Oh, maybe sleep a lot too.

BOOKS MEME | (6/9) nine otps.
Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard from All for the Game by Nora Sakavic.

Andrew kissed him like this was a fight with their lives on the line, like his world stopped and started with Neil’s mouth. Neil’s heart stuttered to a stop at the first hard press of lips against his and he reached up without thinking. His hand made it as far as Andrew’s jaw before he remembered Andrew didn’t like to be touched. Neil caught hold of Andrew’s coat sleeve instead and knotted his fingers in the heavy wool.
The touch was a trigger. Andrew leaned back just enough to say, “Tell me no.
Neil’s lips were sore; his skin was buzzing. He felt winded, like he’d survived a half-marathon. He felt strong, like he could run another five more.


Foxy x Bonnie it’s my otp >:3

Character DS by pikachufanzda (First) and pole-bear (second photo)

And yeah, my camera is shit and too my drawings at 4:43 am, sorry for ruin your bbys :’) i tried lol forgive me _(:‘3JL)_

Edit:// Maybe i can make my own DS but I not have imagination lmao