this is the last thing like this in my drafts aww


Dating Sodapop Curtis would include…

- Hanging out with Steve and Soda at the DX

- Sitting on the counter while Soda works the register

- Watching Soda fix cars

- Having to deal with Steve and Soda constantly talking about cars

“But Steve did you see it? That thing was a beauty-”

“No that thing was a piece of junk. Did you miss the mustang we saw last week? That was a beauty.”

“You’re crazy. You know-”
“Would you both please take a break for three minutes and not talk about cars? I mean seriously, carry on some other, normal conversation, please.”



*sigh* “Oh whatever. You two are hopeless.”

- Hanging out at the Curtis’s house

- Soda taking you on little dates randomly

- Making Soda blush because it’s so easy

“You are so cute.”

“No I am not. I’m tuff-”

“You’re like a little puppy. You wanna be all big and bad but you just look so adorable! See, you’re blushing again! Aww you just look so cute!”

- Convincing Darry, Ponyboy and the gang that you aren’t like Sandy

- Dealing with Two-Bit’s jokes

“Hey, can you get me a soda while you’re in there?”

“God y/n, you really love soda don’t you.”

“I mean, yeah it’s alright.”

“How often do you drink soda?”

“Well, um, I mean I don’t really-”

“Shut up Two-Bit!”

“I’m just making conversation!”

“No you are trying to be vulgar so shut it!”

- Reassuring Soda that you don’t care if he’s a dropout

- Getting real nervous when the draft starts and Soda is eligible

- Saving up for years with Soda so that you two can afford a place together

- Coming home to Soda

- Seeing his bright smile every morning

“You have such a pretty smile.”

“You’ve got a pretty face.”

“You’ve got the brightest smile I have ever seen.”

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on.”

“Oh please.”

“The best view i could imagine waking up to.”

- Trying to win over Ponyboy, who is convinced no girl is good enough for Soda

- Getting angry when other girls flirt with Soda

- Him calling you his baby

- Soda singing to you when you’re sick because you made him one time and discovered he has a real pretty voice

- Sodapop loving to go down on you, just all the time. He doesn’t even ask you to return the favor

“What are you doing?”

“Good morning baby.”

“What are you- ohh, oh God Soda,”

“Just relax baby, let me get my breakfast.”

- Soda admitting through truth or dare that his favorite place in the world is in between your thighs

- Lots of morning sex because Sodapop never fails to wake up with morning wood

- Him being really demanding in bed, always insisting that you tell him exactly what you want him to do before he will start anything

“Come on Soda, please.”

“Nope, you gotta say it.”

“But you know what I need Soda, just, please, come on.”

“Not until you say it.”

- He is really passionate but he can also be very playful and lighthearted when it comes to sex

- He adores the way your legs feel around him, his waist and his neck

- Him absolutely loving blowjobs but never wanting to ask for fear of pressuring you

- You trying to get him to stop being so nice every once in awhile and really say what he wants

“Too nice?”

“Yes. I mean it’s great that you are so well mannered but, I just need for you to tell me what you want ya know. At least pretend like you want to be in this relationship.”

“What do you mean?  I want this y/n I do and you know that.”
“Then act like it. Just take something you want for a change and stop being such a pushover!”

“You want me to stop being a pushover? Take what I want?”


“I want you. I want you everyday for the rest of my life. I want to come home to you in my home. That is enough for me y/n. You are more than enough for what I want in my life.”

- Having little fights with Soda that always seem to end with long hugs with Soda whispering sweet nothings into your ear

- Fighting some of the girls who go too far

- Him never letting you alone with Dally

- Showering with Soda

- Patching Soda up after he gets in a fight with some socs who were trying to hit on you

- Trying to get Soda to stop from going to the rumbles

- Getting caught staring at Soda whenever he is changing

“What are you looking at huh?”

“Something very sexy.”

“What did you just say?”


“Did you just seriously say that? In front of everyone?”

“No. I have no idea what you are talking about.”

- Sometimes suggesting that Soda should go with pants for a while

- Soda asking you to start your life with him so that the two of you will never have to be separated.

I am so sorry.


Frat Boy Pt. 8

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6,  part 7 (1), part 7 (2)

HELLO FRIENDS HE HAS RETURNED TO YOU. It’s shorter than most updates, but necessary things are happening to push the story along and one mystery is revealed! It’s always lovely to hear your thoughts or guesses about what’s happening. Your frat boy has missed you xx

It’d been an utter disaster.  You hadn’t eaten much at all last night and the dull throbbing in your head was a reminder that alcohol on an empty stomach wasn’t the best idea.  Especially when it’d been expensive enough to be smooth and light and what you think alcohol should taste like.  It had hit you even harder on the ride back to your dorm, the numbness in your hands not entirely due to the pricks of cool air against your skin, something you realized after you stumbled out of the passenger seat and Renny had to pick you up . Your whole body was completely numb at that point.  The reason for your numbness was the same reason you’d slept without a nightmare last night, and it was the reason you (almost) slept through your morning class and only had time to throw on a sweatshirt, jeans, and sunglasses before, quite literally, running to English.

You were late, making sure to close the door quietly behind you this time, but the pair of eyes you expected to see whipping around to follow you to your seat with a seductive glimmer weren’t there.

He’d ditched.

Only Niall was there to mutter a quick “Hey Y/N” as you passed him to reach your seat.  The teacher started talking about something having to do with how everyone’s analysis was sub-par on the last essay, but if you were being honest you didn’t care, you couldn’t even concentrate.  Though you were facing the front, your mind kept drifting behind you, to the image of the empty seat where you’d gotten used to seeing his long body confidently sprawled out and leant back, one elbow propped up on the arm chair and head cocked as if he were pretending to listen.  It was annoying how even though he wasn’t here he could still somehow take control of your thoughts.  It’d be easier to ignore him if he wasn’t so damn infuriating, just the thought of last night made your blood boil, but the words you’d said came back to you, slowly, bit by bit.

Go back to your fake girlfriend who clearly understands you so much better.

People have planes and go to Europe on a three day weekend…

Creepily small wrists!

Had you really ran your mouth that much? To him?!  You groaned a bit and the person beside you turned with a loaded look -Weirdo- before returning their attention back to the board.  No matter how true your words were, you wouldn’t have told him all that completely sober.  At all.  You had a mind that was quick to get indignant and when the alcohol came in, the filter went out and there was only the Lord to help the poor person caught in the crossfire.  A rush of embarrassment flooded you and you’d regretted saying one word to him.  You should’ve played it cool, acted like you didn’t care that he was with someone else, not made a fool out of yourself.  He probably thought you were someone easily charmed by money when he’d paid for your meal or some bitter charity case and your sad speech last night just proved it. 

You realized you were kicking yourself and tried to stop your mind from spiraling any further.  If there’s one thing you hated most about boys it was that they could make you feel absolutely stupid.

Yet here you were.

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anonymous asked:

That'd be sick! But only if you want to :) thank you, Sophie!

poetic fics coming right up!!! - means it’s the sequel to the fic above it and * means i rmr it being like super gorgeous

*there should be stars (for wars like ours) ~20k WIP

tonight, in the neon glow from miami, louis blinks once, twice, before he sings, quiet and high, “sweet dreams till sun beams find you.”

harry ducks into his neck, blushing, breathes into the space near his ear, “sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.”

this tradition began in liverpool. harry’d been holding him at the last second, had breathed dream of me, lou, before he’d been reset. now, they’ve got a song to go with it. louis presses as close to him as possible: his bum pressed out so their hips and tummies and chests are aligned, hearts jack rabbiting together. harry loves him so much he can’t think.

“but in your dreams, whatever they be,” louis kisses his earlobe, murmurs, “dream a little dream of me.”

*Play Me a Memory ~14k

The entire world is made of saltwater and Louis works at a coffee shop. Harry could be happier.

shore to shore (nothing’s more) ~7k

harry is a rich kid at the local private school who is always wishing he was somewhere else and louis is a golden skinned towny who works at the dock where harry’s father keeps their boat. he has eyes like oceans and harry wants to drown.

we won’t stop burning ‘till we reach the sun ~4k

louis likes a certain garden and a certain boy with green eyes.

(or the one where louis was in a car accident and he finds more than a cure at his recovery center.)

loosely based off “featherstone” by the paper kites

*things have gotten closer to the sun ~49K

it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.


when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

No One Does It Better ~49k

Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met.

*empty skies aching blue ~17k

the first time they talk about it, harry is sixteen and louis is eighteen.

All the Corners of the World ~15k

Written in response to these tags on Tumblrthough I’d recommend not reading those first unless you want to be spoiled. Alternatively, university!AU in which Harry runs away to New York City with only his camera and a playlist and Louis doesn’t have a good side.

take my breath and i am yours ~4k 

Louis has never gotten a hickey. Harry gives him one.

not ready to lose today ~8k 

“I don’t mean, like,” Louis starts, coughing a bit, “I don’t think he’s become a diva or summat. I’m not trying to start shit. But like - he’s different, yeah? Or am I different?”

“Maybe neither of you is different,” Zayn suggests. “Maybe just, like, your relationship has changed.”

That much is obvious, but the way Zayn says it makes it sound profound.

“Tour’s gonna be weird as fuck,” Louis says with a laugh that’s a lot lighter than how he feels.

(Or, the one where Louis figures it out.)

if you want me to write a poem (about you) ~17k

uni au. Harry falls asleep on Louis at a party. It may or may not be destiny.

the whole world, it is sleeping (but my world is you)~22k

“Louis knows who this boy is. He saw him at the audition, on the chair in line getting interviewed. He’s called Harry, and he’s got the most brilliant voice and the biggest sob story that Louis has ever heard, and what Louis knows is that he doesn’t want it to be a sob story at all. His eyes are a wide, glossy sea glass green, and he can’t see a thing.”

Louis never really knew commitment, never really knew love, until Harry.

*up the long delirious burning blue ~6k

harry is a swimmer & louis is the writer who somehow manages to make him come up for air.

*a house built out of stone ~22k

Louis has a used bookshop and Harry has a habit of claiming things that don’t belong to him.

you set off avalanches in my heart ~22k

Louis has eyes that could burn down cities. Harry wants to be made of skyscrapers and bridges and concrete.

(or Harry is the editor of the university newspaper and has been in love with an anonymous poet for a year.)

i’m not calling you a liar (just don’t lie to me) ~33k

Louis can’t stop lying. Harry runs a farm. Somehow, he squeezes the truth out of him.

Purer Than The Water (like we were) ~33K

Louis is a merman and Harry is a boy. The lake is a good place to fall in love.

“Louis wants the boy to wade deeper, deep enough that Louis can go under and wrap his fingers around his ankles for just a moment. Pull him under. Just touch skin, for a second.”

one more for the stars ~16K

It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream,What about me what about me what about me?

(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.)

These Roads We Stumble Down ~18k

He’s completely drenched, not one millimetre of him not covered in rain, and the old sheepskin cover over the seat is probably going to stink afterwards from the damp. But even with what seems to be a constant tremor shaking his body, brown hair plastered to his forehead, and a blue tinge to his skin, he’s still probably the most gorgeous person that Harry has ever seen.

Or, Harry picks up a hitchhiker in Oxford, and it’s a long ride to Glasgow.

the anatomy of flight ~3k

louis likes birds and harry sings a lot

Five Hundred and Fifty ~2k

Harry and Louis have a long-distance relationship in an alternate universe where only 550 words can be spoken a day.

*This Is What It Feels Like ~4k

It’s wind and fog, and the squishing sand beneath them. It’s that walk in the cold, with the endless road before them. It’s summer nights and the trees, with buzzing lights around them. And it’s Harry. It’s always Harry.

watch me as i glide ~10k

au where zayn and louis broke up, louis is coping and harry likes beautiful things.

*Match Fire, Burn Me Bright ~1k

It’s their kitchen and their table and everything feels kind of perfect. From Louis’s mussed, feathered hair and too large jumper, to the nips and bites Harry still feels burning a trail along his jaw.

*six feet beneath the moon ~25k

AU. takes place over one night. harry and louis meet at a going away party.

reeling through the midnight streets ~7k

au; louis can’t sleep. neither can the boy on the bridge. the water’s a nice place to meet.

lips are like the galaxy’s edge ~2k

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

our little corner of the world ~30k

AU. Louis is stuck in his mom’s diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.

string theory ~10k

au. louis buzzes with something and glows with another.

The last few players are trickling off the bus when Louis looks down at his hands to see that he is pretty simply put, glowing gold,” Aww what the fuck is this shit. Is it that noticeable?” He whines, doesn’t even make a big deal out of it like it’s a normal thing that should be happening right now.

aka. a cliche soulmatey-fate thing.

blood bank ~8k

be my vampire, baby, i’ll be your boy. (or, in the middle of a snowstorm, their car breaks down and harry’s stuck with louis, a vampire).

♡ also on tumblr at starseas ♡

other pairings:

*Never Kissed Anyone Who Didn’t Burn Me Like the Sun. ~6k ZILO

Liam’s just looking for a place to stay. He finds a lot more. Or, Liam is sort of having a crisis, Louis and Zayn have a spare room in their flat, and Louis knows how to solve a triangle.

show your cards and watch me fall ~2k LILO

Liam sits upright when he hears the flat door bang open. He wasn’t asleep – he doesn’t sleep a lot anymore, and even less when Louis’ out drowning himself in vodka or tequila or whatever his choice drink of the night is – but the noise startles him.

-all your monsters in the night ~1k LILO

When Liam decides he wants to kill himself, it’s four am and his tea has gone cold.

-restart the heart you gave me ~25k LILO

“I—” Louis starts, stopping himself abruptly and taking an extended pause before rushing out, “I miss you,” so fast that Liam almost, almostdoesn’t catch it. He hears Louis’ sharp intake of breath on the other end and thinks that maybe Louis is just as surprised by his admission as heis. Okay.

*friends should sleep in other beds ~3k NOUIS

When Niall goes to bed that night, his entire person smells like Louis’ body soap and aftershave and he ducks his nose into his shirt and, not for the first time, falls asleep feeling lonely and awful and loved.

niall loves louis so much it’s incredible. the only complication is that louis won’t let him.

Unfinished Business -- Chapter Six: All That You’ve Loved Is All You Own

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten


Dipper was readying his backpack when he heard the car pull up outside. He went to open the door and was nearly knocked back as Soos burst in.

“I came as soon as I got your text, dude.” Soos said. “Is it true?”

“It’s true. But keep your voice down…We’ve kind of got to keep this a secret from Ford.” Dipper motioned for Soos to come inside. “Sorry we didn’t tell you sooner, but it’s been kind of weird over here.”

“This is so cool,” Soos looked around the room, glancing in every corner and peering at every shadow. “So is this like, Ghost Dad rules? Ghostbusters rules? Field of Dreams rules? Ghost Dad rules? It’s Ghost Dad rules, isn’t it? Do I need to turn all the lights off to see him?” He reached for a lamp.

“We can’t see him. Not yet, anyway…Hopefully that’s something this will help with.” Dipper held journal three open to a page covered in drawings of strange spiral-shaped crystals, as well as scribbled notes describing their supernatural properties.

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(It’s really long, but my friend read it and told me it’s worth it so :P I trust her. Also, if you like it, please do reblog this! It makes me happy and it helps me gain publicity. Thanks! >w<)

“Pinetreeeee~” a voice laced with mock affection called from downstairs.

Dipper mumbled something and shifted on his bed, evoking minuscule, defiant creaks that echoed in the emptiness of the room. His blankets were everywhere; on the floor, about to fall on the floor, strewn all over his bed. They were everywhere but on his body. He pulled one over his head and tried to ignore the dream demon downstairs that was calling him. 

The beckoning had stopped and Dipper gave a small smile before burrowing deeper into his mess of blankets, happy for silence to settle over the Shack once again. Then a sound of heavy footsteps started and got louder and louder as Bill, Dipper presumed, walked up the steps to his room. Dipper was too tired to prepare himself for the demon’s antics and just kept his eyes shut. He had been up late last night in order to work on the first draft of an article he was writing for the Gravity Falls local newspaper.

Then the door slammed open, as part of Bill’s usual dramatic entrance into every room he went into, and in walked the blonde demon that Dipper was dating, a confused look on his usually-grinning face.

“Hey Pine Tree, you know it’s not nice to ignore a demon,” Bill teased and plopped down onto Dipper’s bed. 

Dipper groaned, snatched his pillow from the floor and pushed it onto his face, adding to the blanket that was already covering his head. 

A muffled and annoyed voice sounded from below the pillow,“Bill, it’s 3 in the morning. Humans need sleep, y'know," 

Bill ignored him and continued on,"Pine Tree, what are these numbers on this jar?" 

Dipper pushed the pillow harder onto his face. The dream demon repeated his question once again, this time at a louder volume. Dipper let out a louder groan, as if challenging Bill to a competition of who could be the loudest. Nevertheless, the brunette tossed the pillow off his face and sat up abruptly.

"What do you want?” He said, clearly annoyed. 

The blonde demon pouted,“Geez, kid. There’s no need to be so rude," 

Dipper no longer had the energy to be annoyed anymore. He stayed sitting there, and raised an eyebrow at Bill. The dream demon obviously took that as a sign to continue. 

"Tell me, my dearest Pine Tree, what do these numbers mean?” Bill asked, with a cheerfulness that stood in great contrast to Dipper’s pessimism. The blonde held up a small jar of jam, with insides that had turned slightly brown as a result of rotting. Dipper took a closer look and peered at the label on the small jar. 

“Oh,” he scoffed,“That’s an expiry date, Bill," 

Bill’s raised eyebrow told Dipper that clearly, the demon had no idea what the heck he was talking about. The young adult gave an exaggerated sigh. This demon said he knew everything, and yet had no clue what an expiry date was? But still, Bill had an eagerness in his expression that was clear as day, and since the brunette was up already, he figured he’d just explain what it was to him anyway. 

"An expiry date is the date when the food expires, goes bad, and can’t be eaten anymore,” Dipper said casually. He tossed the jar back to Bill, who caught it with his blue magic, and peered closely at it again. 

“If the food is past its expiry date, and you eat it, you’ll get a bad stomach ache. Don’t eat that jam, Bill. It’s a year past its date,” he went on to add, pretty sure that the demon would do something stupid if Dipper didn’t warn him. But then again, Bill rarely listened to Dipper’s warnings, and there was no hint that this time would be any different. The demon gave a slight nod and went back to studying the label on the jar. Dipper was slightly amused at how fascinated the demon seemed to be about a plain jam of jar.

After waiting for Bill to give a response, and not getting one, Dipper laid down and pulled the thin blanket over himself again. The brunette closed his eyes and tried to resume what had been a wonderful sleep. 

“So I can eat it, right?”

Dipper muttered something from under the blanket then yelled with as much annoyance as he could, throwing the blanket to the floor, the thin covering joining the heap of multicolored blankets lying around. 

“Bill, did you even hear what I just said?

The brunette’s face was red, not from embarrassment, but from sheer anger at the demon not paying attention to what he was saying. Of course, Dipper should have gotten used to it by now. After all, half the time the demon didn’t listen to any of the warnings that he gave. But every time the demon was being ignorant, it would still light a spark of anger in the young adult’s chest, and he would burst into a rant about Bill’s awful attention span or things like that, while the demon simply just found it as light-hearted entertainment for himself. 

As per usual, Dipper burst into a rant about how Bill should pay more attention to what he was saying, because it might help one day. 

"You could get in some serious trouble one day, Bill,” Dipper ended, a big frown plastered on his face. 

The demon, who had been staring at Dipper with a blank expression all the while, gave a mischievous grin. 

“Aww, does my Pine Tree care about me?” He cooed teasingly, knowing that it would make Dipper blush. And as if on cue, the young adult’s face turned a bright shade of red. 

“N-no! It’s just that I don’t want to have to take care of you if you get a stomach ache,” Dipper stuck his chin up, trying to gain control, but failing (as always).

The blonde demon smirked,“Chill. I’m an all-powerful being with no weaknesses, how can I get a small stomach ache?" 

When Bill saw that Dipper still had a worried look on his face, the demon’s gaze softened and he gave Dipper a gentle peck on his forehead. 

"Hey kid, relax. I can take care of myself; a small stomach ache won’t hurt me,” he said reassuringly with a charming wink. 

Dipper mumbled,“Fine,”

“Great!” The demon stood back up abrubtly,“Remember to buy gold, bye!" 

And before Dipper could say anything more, the blonde disappeared in a brilliant flash of light with a snap of his fingers. "Stupid dorito,” Dipper mumbled before lying back down and attempting to go back to sleep. 


“Bill, why didn’t you listen to me?” Dipper scolded Bill with a gentle but firm tone,“I specifically told you that the jam was a year past its expiry date!" 

The demon only laid on his side on the bed, both hands clutching his middle, an obvious sign of pain. He stayed silent with his eyes closed. Dipper took one look at the dream demon and grumbled a string of indecipherable words. He thought to himself that he shouldn’t be so surprised, since he already had half-expected the foolish demon to try out the jam despite what he told him. But nonetheless, Dipper cared for this dumb dorito, and obviously part of his anger stemmed from the worry. The jar of jam had been in the Shack’s only refrigerator for two years. Two years! The twins went on shopping sprees every week, and almost always, half of the things they bought were never used or eaten, mostly due to how busy Dipper was and Mabel’s forgetfulness.

Dipper made a mental note to never buy anything they didn’t need, ever again.

"Pine Treeee,” Bill let out an awful wail, still curled up like a helpless fetus,“It hurtssss,”

“It’s your fault, Bill. I warned you,” Dipper said in a matter-of-fact tone. The brunette looked down at the dream demon to see if there was any small defiant gesture that the demon had made. Nope. Zilch.

Bill still remained in his position, his face contorted in pain. All Dipper took was one look and it broke his heart. He had tried everything he could do to lessen the pain but it still remained pretty persistent. Suddenly, Dipper recalled something that his mother did when he ate something contaminated once.

“Wait here, Bill,” the brunette told the demon, even though it was apparent that the demon wouldn’t be going anywhere with that level of pain. 

“Leaving so soon, Pine Tree?” Although the demon was still in pain, he surprisingly still had enough strength to speak in that playfully charming tone he always used on Dipper. 

Dipper struggled to hold back an annoyed groan and tried to reason with the demon,“Bill, I’m going to get something to help you. I’ll be right back," 

There was no response from Bill; Dipper assumed the demon had another wave of the stomach ache and was too in pain to talk again, so as quietly as he could, the brunette moved out of the room and gently closed the door enough to leave a slit, in case his boyfriend needed anything. 

Dipper stepped carefully downstairs in his socks, with the staircase letting out the occasional creak. He walked into the kitchen, the tiles smooth as water beneath his feet, and opened a cupboard above him. After rummaging around for a while in the crowded space, the brunette finally took out a large hot-water bottle and started filling it with boiled water from the kettle on the stove. 

As he poured, he thought that it was strange that the demon didn’t have to vomit or do anything of the sort yet. Not that he wanted him to do it, that would’ve just gave Dipper one more chore to finish, but it was suspicious that Bill hadn’t displayed any signs of the usual stomach ache, aside from the pain. Dipper shrugged. Maybe demons were affected differently? 

After filling up the water bottle and sealing it shut, Dipper held it close to his abdomen (the warmth felt very nice in contrast to the chilliness of the Shack), and walked up the stairs to his shared room. To his relief, the dream demon had fallen asleep on the bed. Bill’s body still held his previous fetal position, and his usual cheery expression was replaced with a look of pain.

Dipper gave a small smile at how, for once, Bill looked small and vulnerable. The brunette knew this was not exactly a good thought, and that he should be focusing on making Bill feel better, but it pleased him that sometimes even the most powerful demons in the world, who no one should summon at all costs, could look so.. innocent

The young adult carefully and gently turned Bill around so that the demon was lying on his back. Then Dipper placed the bottle flat on the demon’s stomach, careful not to just dump it onto him, and positioned the demon’s hands on it. The brunette hesitantly placed a soft kiss on Bill’s forehead, then pulled out his laptop and sat on the wooden chair, planning to finish his draft of the article he was writing. 

Before the laptop even finished booting up, there was a stirring noise and the demon sat up, a sleepy look on his face.

Oh great, Dipper thought to himself. 

Although the demon may have been weakened by the pain, he could still read the thoughts of people. Dipper had forgotten that. 

"What, Pine Tree? Not so happy to see your boyfriend?” The demon pouted mockingly before his signature grin appeared on his already-awake face again,“Say, Pine Tree. Can I ask you to do something for me?" 

Dipper looked up from his laptop and peered suspiciously at the blonde demon.

"What is it?” He asked slowly, moving the laptop from his lap to the desk. The young adult had been tricked into doing some ridiculous act for the demon countless times before, so he knew better than to do something for Bill before thinking it over thoroughly.

“Kiss me,”

“What? No!" 

"Pleaseee, Pine Tree~” The demon wailed. Dipper shook his head to try and give a firm “no” again, but the demon kept insisting that he kissed him. 

“Bill, I won’t kiss you out of pity,” the brunette said, although his cheeks were turning a light shade of pink. No, I won’t give in, he thought to himself. He was not going to let the demon convince him to kiss him this time. 

“Come ooon, Pine Tree,” the blonde demon whined,“Kiss me. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!” The demon’s voice had a demanding tone to it, and yet at the same time sounded soft and desperate. Dipper’s blush grew as Bill kept repeating the two words. 

“Alright, alright!” The brunette burst out so suddenly that even Bill was taken aback. He pulled Bill closer to him and gave him a long and satisfying kiss on the lips. When he pulled away, he thought he saw a fading glimpse of a blush on the blonde’s face, but that was quickly gone as the demon snapped his fingers. 

“Hey Pine Tree, guess what?” The demon said with a cheeky grin on his face. Dipper’s suspicion came back, and he narrowed his eyes at the blonde.

“What?” His voice was cautious. 

“The stomach ache’s gone! Surprise, surprise!” And with that, the demon hopped off the bed and waltzed out of the room, all too cheerfully. Dipper still sat on his wooden chair, confused and trying to figure out what the demon had said until sudden realization hit him in the face. 

“Bill, you FAKED IT?” Dipper yelled with rage, and just a hint of embarrassment that his boyfriend had gone through all that just to get them to kiss. The young adult stormed out of the room and slammed the door, hoping to find the troublesome demon and give him yet another scolding (which Bill would probably ignore).

Secret Crush

Being in such a lovely place like Bangkok is an amazing opportunity and I’m so glad I have these opportunities to travel and see the world. Especially with my three best friends, Joe, Caspar and Oli. 

We had just arrived yesterday to this lovely Villa/Hotel resort which was absolutely stunning!

Today was just a chilled day and we had decided to sunbathe whilst the weather was still gorgeous and hot! 

We sat on the sun loungers and just chatted, laughed and vlogged throughout the day.

“Well guys, it is currently 3 o clock in the afternoon and we are still in the same positions and haven’t really moved!” You laughed to yourself.

Caspar and Oli came and joined you in your vlog.

“Tell my viewers what we are doing Oli” I say.

“Well, Joe has fallen asleep-”

‘”And we are currently sitting watching him sleep” Caspar interrupts in a creepy voice and a creepy smile. I try and hold my laughter so I don’t wake Joe up. I point the camera towards Joe to let the viewers see how cute he looks whilst sleeping. I turn my camera off for now and take another look at Joe. 

‘He’s so darn cute!’ I think to myself. Yes okay, I have a crush on my best friend. Caspoli know about it too and whenever Joe isn’t around, they torment me about it.

“Awww look at how she’s looking at him Oli”Caspar torments whilst pinching my cheeks. 

“Aww she lurrrvvvssss him!” Oli joins in.

“Urgh guys just stop!” I say covering my face to hide the fact I’m seriously blushing. I walk inside to avoid the conversation and luckily, they don’t follow.


We are all getting ready to go out for something to eat and a few drinks. As i finish the last touches of my make-up, Caspar, Oli and myself hear a frustrated Joe shout from the bathroom. 

I get up giving a confused look to the boys and walk to the bathroom to see why he’s getting annoyed. As soon as I see him I stop in my tracks and stare at him. He has nothing but a towel on. OH. MY. GOD.

“Shit, sorry Joe!” I say, turning in shock to walk out.

“Y/N it’s okay. I need your help actually!” He says to me, whilst vlogging at the same time. I slowly walk back in trying not to make it obviously that I am slightly fangirling inside. 

“What’d you need?” I ask casually.

“I have a ton of frigging mosquito bites all over me! I’ve counted at least 30 so far! Here, hold this”. He gives me his vlogging camera and starts pointing out all the bites that he can see. As he’s talking, I’m stealing cheeky glances at his very toned body. Why not? He has the body of like a god!!

“Y/N can you help me put cream on them please?” Joe asks desperately.

“Erm, y-yeah sure, of course” I say, trying my hardest not to blush in front of him or sound stupid. I think I’ve failed miserably at both of those things… dammit.

He hands me the cream whilst I hand him his camera back. I start dabbing the cream on to the bites on his back where he can’t reach.

“Oh my god, you lifesaver! Thank you so much!” he exclaims whilst pointing the camera towards me.

“That’s what I’m here for!” I wink and laugh. He laughs along with me and turns his camera off. My hearts melts when I hear him laugh. 

‘Seriously Y/N get your shit together! Stop fangirling!’ I mentally slap myself.

“So, I think I should probably let you finish getting ready” I awkwardly say and start to blush again, realising that I have been standing in that bathroom longer than I probably should have been.

“Alright, I’ll be out in a minute” he replies.

I close the door behind me and take a deep sigh. I look up to see Caspar and Oli wiggling their eyebrows and winking at me.

“Oi Oi here she comes… What have you been up to?” Oli cheers, rather loudly in fact.

“Oli keep your voice down! Joe will hear you!”

“You really need to tell him Y/N!” Caspar says sternly and I know this conversation has suddenly turned serious.

“Tell who what?” Shit. The only voice I didn’t want to hear whilst having this conversation.

“We’ll let you guys talk…” Caspar says awkwardly whilst dragging Oli into the bathroom.

‘Gee thanks guys’ I mentally curse them.

“Tell me what Y/N?” Joe presses.

I take a deep breath. ‘No going back now’ I think to myself.

“Right… please don’t freak out because I really don’t want this to ruin our friendship and you’re probably gonna hate me now an-”

“Y/N, stop babbling tell me what’s going on” Joe says whilst stepping closer to me and holding my shoulders.

“Erm… I-Uh-I’m in love with you Joe..” I say this quietly hoping he doesn’t hear me. I close my eyes, scared of what Joe’s answer would be.

“Y/N…” Joe says quietly too. I open my eyes and instantly look at the floor, avoiding any eye contact. I suddenly feel Joe’s fingers graze the bottom of my chin, his touch soft and delicate. A side I’ve never quite seen to Joe. He makes me look up at him. I feel him coming closer to my lips and I start to tremble at his touch.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that” I feel his hot breath tickle my cheek.

“Are you serious? I-”

“Shhh” I blush really hard as I feel him bring his lips down on to mine. The kiss is soft and unsure to begin with. He puts his hand on the back of my neck to deepen the kiss and I run my hands through his soft brown hair. His lips feel so foreign yet I feel like this is meant to be.

As we break from the kiss, I let out a little sigh of relief.

“This must be a dream. Pinch me”

“Don’t need to darlin’, it’s all real”. I smirk up at him and lean in to kiss him again. I hear Caspar and Oli holler from the bathroom and it makes me and Joe smile into the kiss.

This really has been what I was waiting for.


Hey Guys! Hope you enjoyed this imagine! I actually found this uncompleted in my drafts when I was writing another imagine and decided to finish this off! I know the plot is really old but I thought I might as well post it haha!

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a constant - best friend!michael

keywords: best friend!michael, fluff, angst, drugs
warnings: drugs tw
word count: 2199

Michael Clifford had been in your life for as long as you can remember. Almost every single childhood memory that alluded to your happiness evolved around him being your best friend. You moved next to him when you were just about five years old. 

You remember the day clearly, the moving truck was outside and the movers were helping your mom move in all the stuff into your new home. Your mom had focused your attention outside so you would be out of their way while they were getting the inside of the house situated. This caused you to explore everything this new place had to offer your little imagination. You were running up and down the hedges near the property line of your house when you heard someone talking.

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