this turned out to be quite enjoyable

anonymous asked:

could you possibly please rec a couple of your fave fics? ♥️

Ok, so I’m assuming: klance fics? Alright, here we go:

texting fics (I love those kind of fics. They almost always seem to nail characters’ personalities and texting style and are so funny to read. The ones I’ll mention now are my absolute fav from this category):

left on read ✓ by hinatashoyo

Ongoing, funny and although sometimes hits a serious area it’s mostly in a light tone. Pining!Keith.

(For me it’s a big plus, because as you know if you follow me, it’s one of my favourite tropes in Voltron fandom)

little numbers by ashtxns

(I guess you have to be logged in user of AO3 to read that one)

Anyway, ongoing and I suspect it won’t be finished but because of it’s form you don’t get a feeling like you’re left hanging. Super funny. Established klance.

and here comes the blushing groom by hiriki

Completed. Keith and Lance are stucked on a planet which citizens believe they are heroes destined to save them. The thing is they have to get married. Aka: Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura and Shiro are texting while Keith.exe stopped working. I don’t remember it very well, but I know I had fun while reading. Also, @xxxkaseixxx recommended it to me, so I already knew it’s a good one before starting.

Legendary Station by BleuSarcelle

Ok, so it’s not really texting fic but it’s a first part of a series where second part is texting fic. You don’t have to read that one to enjoy it’s continuation but I’m strongly reccomending it, because it’s a joy, I remember that one quote (about Keith’s mullet) made me laugh histerically at 3 a.m.

The story is: Voltron is a Radio Station beloging to Allura and her family and: Black, Green, Yellow, Red and Blue are it’s hosts. The station menagers decide that if all radio hosts specialize in certian topics and have already established base of listeners then Station can be even more popular if hosts would be paired with each other. Turns out they were right. Completed.

dance au fics:

i bet you look good on the dancefloor by xShieru

One of the first fics I’ve read in this fandom. I don’t remember it very well but the general impression is that it was quite enjoyable. Except that…pining!lance was…very extremaley thirsty and I’m not very fond of Keith being pictured as some sex object. The fic is well written, it’s not like Keith is dumb but pretty. It’s just when you see him through Lance’s eyes it may be uncomfortable for some people.

Lance, Hunk and Pidge are dancers who strongly admire dancing duo Keith and Shiro. Some stuff happens, Lance goes on dancing camp and guess who’s an instructor? Completed.

Shut Up And Dance With Me by wittyy_name

I’m pretty sure everyone knows this one so I’ll just say it’s pretty great and if you haven’t before you should read this one and also every other fic wrtitten by this author. Ongoing.

I’m Going To Sweep You Off Your Feet   by Adventures_in_Writing

Ongoing. Shiro and Allura are getting married and Keith - as Shiro’s best man - needs to take some dance lesson because it’s important part of a wedding. So he takes them from Allura’s maid of honor - Lance. There is some actual knowledge about dances so it’s cool. Also, Keith’s a florist.

fanatsy kind of fics:

Gate Keeper by MoonlitPaladin (MoonlitStardust)

Scottish folklore, faes, mystery. Lance has a destiny. Really good writing.

Flirting With Death by drippingpen

Now this one is maybe my favourite. It’s hard to decide but there is something about this story that reminds me of a type of books I used to read before discovering fanfiction.

Ongoing. Keith is Grim Reaper. Lance is his first…client?

Of Lions and House Cats  by Ms_Towa

People with super powers are real and known in public because they all belong to Voltron Alliance. Unless they are Galra.

Keith is a superhero. Lance is vigilante that he has to stop. Lance is also a cute boy he has a crush on. Secret identyties. Pining!Keith. Ongoing

coffe shop au (well not exactly but)

Better than coffee by peralta

Also one of the first fics I started reading in this fandom and only recently completed.

Lance is a college student who tries to cut of his addiction to coffee and maybe switch for tea… Keith conviniently is a hot as hell barista in a bubble tea shop. And also college student, double majoring because he’s awesome and perfect and dead inside.

Voltron cafe by PinkHitman

If you know this blog but didn’t read a fic that goes with it, go read it immediately.

It’s kind of like maid/butler cafe where Lance is a butler and his rival from high school his most frequent client. Very very like v e r y pining!Keith. Ongoing.

kind of nsfw/kinky stuff:

Please Drink Resposibly by enjayas

It’s completed and has lots of additional to this au separate fics. All of them great.

Let’s play a game „How much drunk Lance can remember”? Pining!Keith.

Keith is sure that his feelings will forever stay one-sided since Lance is so obviously straight.

Hot singles in your area by rire

Lance calls a girl who gave him her number execpt that she gave him a Sex Line number. Quite cruel, right? But the person on the phone is actually more interesting than that girl anyway, so.

Keith is Sex Line worker, but he’s soo into this that he talks his clients through while solving a sudoku. At least most of them, because one is special. Ongoing, possibly on hiatus.

Crowd Pleaser by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

Keith gets a job as a bertender and is immediately strongly atrracted to one of club’s dancers: Blue Rider. Too bad Keith’s taken.

This one may be triggering for some people because Keith is in a realtionship with a male OC character who’s manipulative, controlling and once used a violence to make a point.

I put this fic in „kinky” category but it’s actually a very thought out psychological study, excellent writing, some funny scenes too. Ongoing.

College au:

Not That Bad by varelsen

Actually realistic settings. I remember it very fondly. Mutual pining. Completed.

Keith moves in by averagebear

Slow burn torture. Like, really. Agony, but don’t we love it?

Anyway, title kinda tells what it’s about. Hunk decided that Lance as a roommate is too distracing so he moves out but finds Lance a new roommate so he can pay his rent. New roommate turns out to be Keith, Lance’s highschool rival and bisexual awakening. Another one of those where Keith thinks Lance is straight.

Mutual pining. Ongoing.

and for those I don’t really have a category for:

On Thin Ice by Minadora

Keith is a hockey player that needs to practise some grace so he takes ice dancing lessons in Arena where his brother Shiro is an instructor. Keith thinks that Shiro will be his teacher. ha ha. Ha.

Anayway, it’s lovely. Sadly updates are very rare. But the chapters are long so it evens. Ongoing.

Kismet, Kill me by Jessadilla

*sigh* Probably will never be completed and, unfortunetly, it WILL leave you hanging. So keep it in mind if you’ll decide to give it a try.

But I had to put it on a list becacuse it’s one of the first etc etc and there is a sentence that will probably stay with me forever: „Lance is a person of many acqaintances, but very few friends”. And I get it, I so get it. When you’re charismatic you attract people easily. But only some of them will stay with you after knowing you better.

Keith falls in love at first sight but will he still like that charming stranger who’s actually rude, obnoxious and tactless when he’ll spend more time in his company?

….Ongoing. In theory, but it’s been a year so…

Objects in Motion (When Unbalanced) by Mytay

(Actually check out all of this author’s fics!)

This one is about how on every planet that Paladins visit citizens mistake Keith and Lance as a couple. It happens so often that Pidge decides to collect data and analize it from scientfic point of view. Completed.

I hope it was a helpful list~

Edit: I don’t know how could it happen but I forgot to add one more of my most favourite fanfics:

A Commutual Contract by SKayLanphear

Keith witness Lance’s “death” and that experience traumatize him. Later when Lance is A-okay he still needs to check on him and can’t get any sleep due to terrible nightmares. Turns out sleeping near Lance helps him get some rest at night, when he can always make sure his friend’s alive.

Great writing. Interesting study in depression (Lance) and feeling alienated in group (Keith). Ongoing- and I’m personally dying to know what happens next, because resent events sort of left us hanging.

Toxic Idol Culture

Anyone who’s followed me for a long time knows that I have… my issues with idol culture. I know this can possibly sound ironic considering I’m very popular here but at the end of the day I can’t help that so bear with me.

The reason I say “toxic” in the title (asides from being a strong word that immediately conveys a message) is because I’m addressing a specific subset of idol culture where people will vehemently defend someone’s horrible actions simply because they have a large following and/or pretend to care about topical issues like social justice and trans-rights (the latter being extremely important to my family, my friends, and recently myself).

It’s a shame because tumblr in general does seem at least somewhat more clued-in on how people abuse power (this ranges from world politcs to small corners of youtube), but this knowledge never seems to be applied to tumblr itself. There’s a cycle here, where someone is given disproportionate about of praise for arbitrary things (being a feminist, anti-nazi, or mildly funny, etc - all fine things on their own but hardly noteworthy), they get cocky and play into the role more, then start abusing others (doxxing, harassment, etc, usually of minors ironically enough).

This is partly why “funnymen” being outed as legitimate perverts and pedophiles is becoming increasingly common (or, at best, don’t believe the stuff they pedal out). Ultimately, it’s the person in question’s fault for being a scumbag of course, but tumblr’s unnecessary idolization of people who simply don’t deserve it has a large impact on what these people think they can get away with.

A large reason why this seems to happen is because nobody here seems to want to ask questions. A perfect example of this is when I receive messages warning me about an OP of a post being disgusting in some way, but when I investigate it turns out to be false.

However, it’s hard to fault anyone particularly for being a little bit gullible because ultimately we all want to be part of something. We all want to be liked, loved, and acknowledged. Asking questions, or otherwise being “difficult” can harm this so sometimes one might feel safer by saying “ok i’ll delete the post” rather than “can you show me some proof?”

It’s also a shame because, memes asides, tumblr is a pretty enjoyable website. At the moment of writing, there isn’t anything quite like it, but the experience is marred by people (and their imitators, especially) looking for cheap notes by exploiting serious political issues, where it is nearly impossible to say anything outside of ineffective self-indulgent feelgood “activism” without someone aggressively hating you for it.

For a website that houses a lot of people who claim to want to protect minors/transfolk/etc, there’s a startling neglect of how these people can be taken advantage of by the very same blogs that claim to help them. Anyone on this website can say anything but to actually practice what you preach is an entirely different story.

Interestingly, this is why you get certain “Hellsite” moments like someone complaining about getting hate after telling someone to kill themselves, or people posting things like “just be nice but also fuck [inoffensive group of people]”. Anyone who’s followed my blog for a while (or even just pays attention a little) know that this is hardly a rare occurrence. I think the term for this ‘cognitive dissonance’. This stuff makes good joke fodder, but it’s pretty sad that this stuff happens in the first place.

Toxic idol culture isn’t contained to just social justice circles either. Even opposite groups have become victim of this (maybe they always have, in retrospect). You may know that an ex-friend of mine recently shared suggestive photos of a 16 year old. Long story short, me and a lot of others were uncomfortable with this and promptly dropped them but I was mortified at how many anti-sjws came out in this dude’s defense over something that can only be considered objectively predatory and creepy. The person in question used tumblr’s liberal usage of bold accusations to wave-off what he had done, and his followers ate it up. It served as a important reminder that you can essentially get away with anything, as long as you have a significant follower count and frame your dissenters in a harsh, unrealistic light.

To anyone that defended/defends this guy, you should be ashamed of yourselves.

Some are not above co-opting important social justice issues for internet points. A lot of time, it’s merely an avenue for them to be the very bullies they once hated but since it’s masked, the bullying is often ignored or encouraged. It’s easy to call someone a transphobe for an arbitrary reason, but it takes a considerable amount of effort to actually help a trans person in need. We should be doing more to support people who do the latter, rather than the former.

Anyway, the point of this post isn’t to make you paranoid, or to hate anyone with more than 3k followers (popular blogs make easy enough targets for hate anyway), but just to be a little more cautious and a little more critical of these kinds of people (who will inevitably get mad at this post and make passive-aggressive vagueposts about anyone who agrees), and to generally stop glorifying hateful blogs who’s main shtick is attacking people.

I realize, in the grand scheme of things like social justice and such, this is a small slice of the pie, but this is definitely something that needs to be thought about more.

conceal

Word Count: 1,250

Rating: PG-13

“Bloody hell Joe,” you groaned, leaning closer to the mirror, examining the marks your boyfriend had left everywhere on your neck. They were darker than usual, and they went down your shoulders as well, a few even grazing your collarbones.

“I’m sorry love, I got a bit carried away,” he mumbled, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rummaged through your makeup bag, frustrated. You hadn’t necessarily planned on you and Joe having sex at his sister’s house, but after the impromptu water fight yesterday, which had left both you and Joe in see-through, soaking wet white t-shirts, the hormones were kicking all day until you could finally escape up to the spare room.

However, the lack of planning had left you without your thickest concealer, which you usually used to cover up. Joe had a habit of leaving the purple marks, and they weren’t seen as professional at work.

“Do they hurt?” Joe’s voice came from behind you again. He was pressing gentle kisses to the few he had left on your shoulder. You could tell he felt bad.

“No, of course not. Believe me, they felt good, I just didn’t really come prepared to cover them. And with us all having breakfast later…”

“Well, my sister is a beauty blogger you know. I’m sure she’s got a billion tubes of that stuff,” he pointed towards some of the concealer in your bag. He was right; she was sure to have a color correcting kit and everything else in her makeup storage upstairs.

“Okay, here’s the plan. You go downstairs and put a spoon under the coldest water you can get, then bring it to her makeup room upstairs, okay?” You gave him a quick kiss and sent him on his mission.


Joe was very quiet as he went down the stairs. Zoe and Alfie seemed to be asleep still, so he crept to the kitchen, doing as he was told with the spoon. It was only then that he realized that Nala was pawing at his leg. That meant she was out of her crate.

Which meant someone was awake.

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Soulmate AU (Woozi)

Fluff, but not quite the happy-go-lucky kind. At the age of 17, a tracker appears on your inner wrist, showing the distance between you and your soulmate. For many it’s an enjoyable adventure to find their soulmate, but for Lee Jihoon it’s only a source of uneasiness to see that the distance shown on his wrist continues decreasing.

A/N: … I’m pretty sure this was requested as fluff and this is not perfectly fluffy bUT this is how it turned out and I hope you all like it! and as you can see from the note below, I can’t seem to write anything short these days.

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“Look, like I’ve told you, I don’t want to find my soulmate.”

Soonyoung looked at one of his closest friends, Jihoon, with wide eyes, and the others in their group could see him become smaller at Jihoon’s outburst.

“W-why not? Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be with the person you’re destined to be with?” Soonyoung asked, stuttering a little; for someone so harmless-looking, Jihoon had quite likely the scariest aura he had ever encountered when he was upset.

Everyone aimed their expectant eyes to Jihoon, who merely shrugged, visibly annoyed. “I have better things to do. If I meet them, I suppose I’ll take it, but I’m not fond of finding them.”

At that, Joshua pouted a little. “Doesn’t it mean anything that it’s highly likely that there’s someone out there, searching for no one but you?”

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Everyone deserves a second chance.

Summary: Loki has turned a new leaf, and has taken residence at the tower. That doesn’t mean everyone trusts him. It’s family night, and everyone is invited but him. You decide to spend some time with Loki in his room.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: WOOOHOOO!!!!! Finally I uploaded something!!! Tasha Tuesday tomorrow, and some more Bucky on the way too!

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

Ever since Loki got to the tower, you could say things have changed. The easy going, peaceful atmosphere has all but diminished. Everyone is either terrified of the God, or just down right hate him. I believe in the power of positive attitude and kindness. I believe he has changed his ways, but I also think treating him as if he’s a monster will just turn him back into one. I’m not saying I expect everyone to treat him like family immediately, I understand what he’s done and what he’s tried to do. I don’t expect them to accept him with open arms, especially Clint. I’ve caught him with an arrow towards him and I’ve had to stop him. I didn’t figure I’d have to tell a man with 3 kids not to shoot an arrow at a new ally.

As ‘family’ night in the avengers tower is in full swing, I can’t help but feel guilty as literally the only one who wasn’t invited was Loki. Even Thor is here.

“Come on, (Y/N) lighten up. It’s family night!” Tony slaps me on the back, causing me to spit my wine out. Glaring up at him, I put my wine glass on the table.

“It doesn’t really feel like family night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Something wrong?” Steve comes up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

“How can we really call this family night when the newest member of our ‘family’ is never invited, and we make no effort to make him feel welcome?” I throw my arms up, walking out of the kitchen. I hear Steve sigh, and I can sense him following me.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Where are you going?” I turn to face him. Maybe it’s PMS, because I’m usually not this highly emotional, but I can feel tears prick my eyes.

“I’m going to go see Loki, because I seem to be the only one who believes in him and I want to spend time with him.” Steve keeps up with me, his hands in his pockets.

“Look, (Y/N) I know how you feel. Really, I do. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it.” I turn sharply, and I can only hope the glare I had on my face would kill a man.

“I don’t know about you, Captain, but I believe every man can change his ways. I think Loki is a prime example of that.” He crosses his arms, spreads his legs and looks at the ground, before looking up at me.

“This is Loki we’re talking about here, (Y/N). The God of Mischief and Lies. He can make you think anything about him that he wants you to. He’s dangerous.” I roll my eyes for the one-too-manyth time today.

“That’s rich coming from the man who said, and I quote “There’s only one God ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Does that ring a bell to you, Captain Rogers?” I think for once, I’ve struck the man speechless. It feels good. Empowering.

“Now, please excuse me. Someone has to let him know he’s wanted around here, even if you don’t.” He uncrosses his arms, running his right hand through his hair.

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant and you kn-”

“Goodbye, Rogers. Enjoy family night.” I’m in the elevator with the doors closing before he can finish his sentence. I don’t think that was too harsh, right? Considering the shit way they’ve been treating Loki.

I understand how dangerous the man is, believe me, I was there when we fought him and the chitauri. I also believe in second chances. Now I know, world domination is a REALLY big thing to have to forgive, and as I’ve stated before, I do not expect everyone to forgive him and be his best friend. He has a long road ahead to make people trust him again, and he’s acutely aware of that. And even if he has no one else, he’ll have me. And I hope that means something to him.

Coming to Loki’s door, I knock firmly twice, awaiting his response. The door opens on its own, no doubt with a little help from his magic. Entering his room, which is decorated with green, gold and black. Did you expect anything else? He lays perched on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, and a book in his left hand, a book he’s no doubt read numerous times, and his right hand behind his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Good evening, pet.” My cheeks become hot at this new nickname of his, he just recently started calling me said name.

“Good evening, Loki.”  He closes his book, and sets it in his lap, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you not with your comrades? It is, family night is it not?”  I sigh, looking down at my hands, and twiddling with my fingers.

“It is, I just thought you could use some company. If you don’t mind, that is.” He grins, setting his book on his large, black bedside table.

“How considerate of you, darling. Come, sit.” He gestures to the spot next to him on his massive bed. I don’t know why, but Loki has always been intimidating to me. I’m not afraid, no. He doesn’t scare me, not anymore at least. His presence DEMANDS respect, way more so than Thor. I thought meeting the God of thunder and fertility was difficult, meeting Loki is a whole new ball game. He is stunning in a way no mortal man could ever compete with. Him and Thor are both similar, and yet total opposites. They’re both visually stunning, in their own respects. Thor is powerful, in every sense of the word, and strikingly handsome. He’s cheery, humble, and kind. He is sunshine, while he controls the rain.

Loki is devastatingly handsome, in ways Thor could never accomplish. He’s clever, witty, dark and humorous. He’s romantic, and whimsical. It takes all these qualities to make him the God of mischief and lies, and he does not disappoint.  Perhaps it is these features that has caused me to fall so hard for him..

Doing as he asks, I sit next to him on the bed, moving cautiously, as not to stardle him. Not that I ever could, but just to be on the safe side, I take my time.

“How has your evening been, Loki?” He smirks, turning to face me.

“Quite enjoyable, really. More so now. What have I done to deserve your presence darling?” I bite my lip, looking down into my lap.

“I-I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone, and I don’t like the thought of family night when the newest of our family was up in his room alone.” He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Mmm, I see. I’m glad you decided to stop in and visit me. Although I must confess, this is not anything new to me, pet. I’m used to being left out. You needn’t trouble yourself with me. My past decisions led me to where I am now, and I must live with the consequences. Do not fret over me, pet. I shall be fine.” I turn to face him, licking my lips and taking a deep breath.

“Nobody deserves to live a life of solitude, Loki. You’ve made some bad choices, yes. The world will probably never see you as good ever again, but that shouldn’t mean the ones you call friends and family never will again. I was THERE, Loki, I saw what happened. I fought against you and almost got killed in the process, I’ve saved many lives, and lost even more. But I believe a man can change, and I believe you have. If nothing else, we as your new comrades should have some faith in you, even if just a little.” During my whole speech, he was looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a lie, or a stretch of the truth, of which I knew he wouldn’t find. He licks his lip, before drawing it into bite on it.

“Why? Why do you believe in me? I do not deserve it.” I sigh.

“Everyone deserves someone cheering them on in their own little corner.” He smirks, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head, before pulling me closer to him and leaning in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I lick my lips, whilst staring at his own.

“What are you waiting for then?” He needs no more convincing, he leans up, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is slow, but passionate. There’s no need to rush here, we have all the time in the world.

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“What will your friends think of this?” He asks once he pulls away, licking his bottom lip.

“I don’t give a damn what they say.” He chuckles.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

FIN.

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From The Rooftops

Peter Parker x Reader

Summery: Peter accidentally pays a visit to a different neighborhood and watches himself falling in love with the girl from number 20.
Word count: 2.807

Note: I loved writing this and am quite proud of how it turned out! I hope it is as enjoyable to read as it was to write.
(y/h/c): your hair colour.
(y/e/c): your eye colour

Part 2: The Real You

Originally posted by hardyness

Peter was swinging through the streets of Queens for a few minutes already. He did this every evening after school, saving the civilians of the city from everyday crime. For him it was also a way of relaxing. Feeling the cold wind breezing against his suit was surprisingly satisfying after hours spent in mundane classrooms.
Nobody knows of his superhero alter ego, except from Tony Stark and Happy, and he rather keeps it that way. Nobody can bother him with questions or unwanted attention.

The sun started to set and shadows lingered around. Lost in thought Peter didn’t even realize he had travelled into a totally different neighborhood. Here, instead of apartment buildings, there were cosy houses surrounding the concrete roads. He slowed down and landed onto one of the many roofs, tucked away behind a few trees, and sat down to rest for a bit.
He noticed he had never been in this part of queens before and started taking everything in. It looked like a pleasant and soothing place to live, very peaceful, the only sounds that broke the silence were those coming from the kids playing in their gardens and the occasional cars driving by.
Peter’s gaze turned towards the house opposite him. In the room above the garage was a light turned on. He clearly saw two girls sitting on a mattress, discussing an obviously interesting subject as their arms swung around in excitement. One of them was sitting with her back towards the window, the other faced it. They both erupted into a fit of laughter, not stopping when an older woman entered the room.
“Probably the mother”, Peter thought to himself. The girl who had faced the window this whole time, now stood up and gave her friend a tight hug before grabbing her schoolbag from the ground and leaving.
When the front door opened he quickly made sure he couldn’t be spotted, hiding behind big branches hanging from  the trees beside him.

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anonymous asked:

what do you think about the development of the ap channel over time? actually i don't think i know this do you prefer his older videos or his more recent ones? but my actual question is about your feelings and opinions on phils behavior and way of story telling (i'd really appreciate it if you gave your 2 cents thank you!!!)

haha believe it or not, i genuinely don’t have a preference when it comes to the content itself. what i love watching is phil being comfortable, secure, and at ease with what he makes. i love seeing his subtle confidence and stubbornness, the fact that at face value, and based on the content he’s been making the last few years, he doesnt take youtube as a creative enterprise (emphasis on the creative) too seriously. i like that what feels right to him is content that makes his audience happy or that makes their days easier and gives them a little bit of a reprieve from whatever theyre facing in their own lives. to be honest, and i’ve said this a lot, i’m not the biggest fan of either of their solo content for what it actually is. but i’m a fan of them as people, which means it brings me actual happiness (?? which is a bit sad, i realize) to know that phil is almost certainly making exactly what he wants to be making.

there’s a lot of depth you can get into with this topic overall, namely the ‘development of the ap channel over time’ as you put it. ive written before about how i believe phil decided around 2012ish to tighten up his content, and start putting out consistent videos in the same general umbrella or ‘genre’ so to speak, of fluffy, light, and more juvenile or PG-rated entertainment. he drew firmer lines around his ‘persona’ which obviously gets discussed to death, but just to repeat it another time, is an exaggerated version of certain elements of his personality that he felt comfortable bringing forward and underscoring in his videos. i think that overall, it just felt safer for him to put a great deal of distance between what he makes for youtube and his actual creative proclivities (which include body horror, surrealist editing, warped and grotesque special effects, abstract narratives about such weighty topics as the end of the world, heavy sexual undertones, etc.) as his audience grew, along with scrutiny into who he is as a person, his relationships, his sexuality, his fears, etc. i believe he responded by placing these tighter controls on his content and how much of himself he shares with the internet overall. and that makes me happy, bc it means that AP as a channel is something that is comfortable for him and overall easy for him to create things for. AP is not an endeavor that requires him to lay bare all of his deeper vulnerabilities and expose himself to psychoanalysis and speculation. 

this also means there’s such a strong element of reliability in phil’s content. i know what i’m going to get when i watch an AP vid, i know that it won’t be phil searching for a means of artistic expression, but it’ll be something warm and uplifting and fun. maybe i’ll even learn a fun fact or two about phil along the way. i’ll definitely laugh at his wittiness and his unbridled love for completely bizarre animal metaphors. and i also know i can turn to phil to actually ‘give the people what they want,’ and that too without a shred of self-consciousness, insecurity, or resentment, so long as it fits into these boundaries he’s drawn for himself. that could be anything from a video of dan curling his hair to dnp dressing up in pastel/punk outfits, multiple baking vids and ditl’s, or the entirety of the pinof series. i do love that no matter how phil has developed his view of his own channel over the years, the one thing he continues to keep consistent is dan as a repeated feature on that channel. dan is as much a part of AP’s foundational content at this point as anything else, and this too, imo, speaks to phil’s confidence and security in what he makes. he’s got an uncanny awareness of what is popular with youtube audiences, or if it doesn’t exist yet, what could be popular, and he’s not afraid to play into these trends if it’ll get him a well-received video, whether that’s a slime tutorial or a punk edit or even a photobooth challenge over on dan’s channel (which, for those who don’t know, is dan’s most viewed video of all time and was all phil’s idea and the result of phil pushing dan to make it. so was this year’s ‘taking quizzes about myself’ video, incidentally, which is his most viewed video of the year behind the top 2016 memes one, by a long shot.) 

phil doesn’t shy away from making the stuff he thinks people will want to watch, and to that end he’s equally unafraid to continue to bring on dan to feature in his videos with him, knowing that it will make his audience happy. meanwhile, there’s no competitiveness, nothing to show that phil feels in any way insecure or threatened that people like watching his collaborations with dan as much as, or more than, his solo content. instead, he capitalizes on that, and seems genuinely keen on pleasing people, while also putting out what he himself has fun making.  it’s so apparent that to him, collaborating with dan is genuinely fun and enjoyable, maybe more so in some ways than making videos alone. making slime actually makes him happy. and he’s happy to turn all of it into main channel content. all of this is a result of his outlook on youtube as a job, a source of income far more than a creative outlet, and a way to quite easily make people happy. if phil wanted to go down the route of using youtube as a platform to share his arty short films or whatever else, i’m sure we’d get some interesting content, some deeper looks into the mind of phil lester the thirty-year old man, but we might also get a phil that would be playing into his exact anxieties and fears, a phil who would upload much less frequently, who would feel insecure and defensive and maybe experience a strained relationship with his own audience, a phil who would struggle a lot more with youtube overall. and it’s for that reason i’m more than happy to watch phil make what he wants to make, the stuff that keeps him feeling safe and stable and happy, and enjoy all the warmth of it without any real wistfulness or longing for the vintage content of the past. 

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Summary : In which Claire asks Castiel to be her father for a day. And Cas wants to bring Dean with him.

A/N : Because Dean and Cas being dads to Claire together is one of my favourite canon concepts :)) (sorry this one’s so long, idk how to do chapters)

“Dean, I can’t do this alone.”

Cas’s huge eyes, as blue as ever, were glaring at him, half pleading, half challenging. Dean knew he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept looking at him like that. But he would not give in to this.

“It needs a team effort -”

“Yeah that’s a great way to put it, Cas, but NO. Claire called you, I am nowhere in this whole picture. No way am I gonna be the scapegoat in one of your father-daughter feuds again.”

“Claire isn’t my daughter, Dean. She just needs some help at school. Something about bringing your father….”

“Yeah well that’s what she has Jody for. Besides if it’s bring-your-father-to-school day, I still don’t see how I come into this.”

Castiel sighed audibly. “Because, Dean, I’m nervous, and I wouldn’t know how to act, and I don’t want to let Claire down. Again.” He averted his eyes. “And you’re the only one I can think of to take with me.”

Dean just glared back at him.

“Look, I would have asked Sam, but he’s busy with some research, he couldn’t make it.”

“Well screw Sam! Wait. Did you really ask him to father Claore with you?”

Cas furrowed his brows. “No, just to help me at Claire’s school. But if that’s how you want to put it -”

Dean blushed. “No! Eww. Gross. That would have been awkward.”

Castiel was still staring at him wide-eyed. “Right. So. Will you come with me or not?”

After a long silence (and a lot more staring), Dean sighed and went to fetch Baby, muttering “- cant’t believe I actually thought I could win this.”

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After breaking up with Minhyuk

Thank you for requesting! ^^ I enjoyed writing this since I rarely write angst~ I hope it’s enjoyable for you too~ ^^

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It was raining.

Perfect. Matches my mood exceptionally well…

You had never felt so melancholic while riding the bus. There was nothing that came to your mind when you wondered about what had caused the melancholy. You were going over to a friend’s place to have fun but you just felt like it would have been better to stay home in bed.

Your past few months had been filled with melancholy. You had been down most of the time and what frustrated you most about it was the fact that you couldn’t tell what was causing it. So many things had happened to you that you felt like you had become numb to the pain and it was replaced by the frustrating melancholy. Among those many things that had happened was your breakup with your boyfriend of three years. You had broken up with Minhyuk after having endured the relationship for what had felt like too long.

Feeling empty inside, you got off at the stop nearest to your friend’s apartment building and stopped under the stop to take out your umbrella. A lot of people were standing under the very small shelter the bus stop offered and you struggled to stay dry. When you could finally pull out your umbrella from your backpack, you let out a small sigh. You opened it and stepped out of the shelter and under the umbrella. You felt good after separating yourself from the crowd.

The walk to the apartment building had never felt so long. It was only a mere 100 meters but it felt like the distance had been multiplied by ten. The umbrella couldn’t protect your legs so you soon started feeling uncomfortable as your jeans slowly absorbed the rain water. There were quite a few big puddles on your way to the apartment building so you couldn’t avoid getting your feet wet either. In a few minutes your lower body had been abused by the rain. To top it off, the umbrella kept rebelling against you and decided to turn backwards every ten seconds.

When you got to the building, you had given up on the old umbrella. Your hair was dripping wet with the rain water and so was the rest of your body. Even though the distance had been relatively short and you had jogged half of it, you had still ended up drenched.

“Did you swim in a puddle?” your friend asked you when she opened the door for you, shocked to see you in such a state.

“A case of an awful umbrella,” you said and got inside the apartment. Only now you noticed that there was music playing and the sound of numerous people talking filled the apartment. You turned to look at her. “I thought this was supposed to be a movie night?”

She awkwardly laughed. “Where did you hear such a thing?” she closed the door. “Just stay for a while, there’s no point in leaving when you just arrived,” she stated, knowing full well that you weren’t much of a party animal.

After contemplating between going back outside in the rain and staying inside, you eventually took off your shoes.

I’m already here, might as well stay for a while. Who knows, maybe I’ll meet someone interesting.

After your breakup, you hadn’t been too interested in dating. The relationship hadn’t been the healthiest possible with all the fights and crying it had included, so you hadn’t had an urge to rush in to another relationship right away.

The breakup itself had - at first - felt lukewarm compared to the rocky relationship before it. It had felt lame almost, with how it had gone down. It had happened through a text message. You had just grabbed your phone and texted him. “Let’s break up” had been your choice of words. You hadn’t hesitated to tap the “send” button. It had been very different from every other message you had ever texted him. With those it had always taken you a few minutes of hesitating before you could send it.

You hadn’t felt anything after sending the message to him. It wasn’t something you did on impulse. You weren’t drunk or angry. You were calm and you had thought about it for a while.

As days and weeks passed you had eventually started thinking about it more. Why had you broken up with him? Had “we never spend time together” been a valid argument when you had known full well what you would be getting yourself into when you had started dating him? Were you just being a selfish, clingy girlfriend?

Prior to the breakup, you two had had a rough year. The first two hadn’t been exactly marvelous either but in the end, they had been a lot better than the last one. The third year consisted of meeting up a few times and fighting over the phone continuously about how little time you spent together. Neither one of you had had the heart to break up with the other, you still loved each other despite the fighting and lack of time spent together. What had eventually driven you to ending the relationship had been a month filled with daily crying and arguing.

“A drink?” someone’s voice brought you back from your thoughts and you turned to see who it was.

Your friend’s boyfriend, also your long-time friend, stood there, offering you a bottle of beer. With a quick forced smile, you accepted it.

“Thanks,” you thanked him quite nonchalantly and took a sip.

“No problem,” he said and patted your shoulder. “You looked like you really needed one.”

You watched how he walked off, over to his girlfriend who was talking with a bunch of people you couldn’t recognize. Not that you recognized anyone else anyway.

While drinking the beer in small sips, you observed the couple. They were nothing like you and Minhyuk had been. The two seemed happy and content with their relationship that was, without doubt, healthy. You knew they were closer with each other than with anyone else. They were practically soulmates and you envied that.

Minhyuk had felt very special to you. As a person, he had been everything one could ever hope for. Despite his exhausting schedules and constant work, he always showed his best around you. He always asked you first about your day and was genuinely interested in how you were doing. In the beginning, he had always made sure that you would wake up to a text that wished you a good day. Over time he stopped doing it as the amount of his schedules increased and he was too busy to text you. Sometimes you two would go on even a few weeks without texting and then you’d one day text for hours at a time, talking about how you were doing and what had happened during those weeks. Those texting sessions had usually lasted all night and even though it had caused major sleep deprivation to you both, neither one of you had regretted it later.

“Why are you standing here alone?” a voice brought you back from your thoughts once again, this time a different one.

A little belatedly, you turned your head. It was a friend’s friend who you had been on a blind date with before getting together with Minhyuk. He had liked you quite a bit, at least according to your friend who had told you that he wouldn’t stop talking about you after the blind date. You had never really thought much of him, you just saw him as someone your friend knew, nothing more.

“How are you doing?” he asked and looked at you with a smile.

His smile wasn’t a nice one. Not that you thought it looked ugly, no, it just had a weird feeling to it. It never seemed genuine, you always felt like there was a hidden meaning behind it.

“Living life,” you dryly responded and gulped down the rest of the beer in the bottle.

“I can see that,” he said and you felt uncomfortable when he looked at you as if he was checking you out.

It disgusted you, to be honest. He was way too pushy for you.

Without a word, you pushed yourself off the wall you had been leaning on and walked in to the kitchen you had used many times before when sleeping over. You got rid of the bottle in your hand and a few other empty ones that had been placed on the kitchen counter.

“What are you doing these days?” the male followed you around.

It felt repulsive to respond to him but you did anyway. “Nothing much.”

You figured he wasn’t very happy with your short answers as he stopped you when you tried to exit the kitchen. You looked up at him with a cold look, trying to signal him that you weren’t in the mood to play with him.

“You seem a little different,” he stated. “Did something happen?” his words were supposed to sound concerned but there was none of that in his voice.

“None of your business,” you calmly told him.

“Did you break up with your boyfriend?” he asked, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. You were dumbfounded by the grin that lifted the corners of his mouth up.

What an asshole…

You attempted to exit the kitchen once again but he stopped you this time too. “That Minhyuk guy? You really broke up? Wow…” his voice had zero sympathy in it.

“Yes, we did. Pleased?” you were starting to lose your temper. He was really getting on your nerves.

“Yes,” he bluntly answered. “He was never good enough for you, you know that? That clown thinks he’s all that since he’s an idol or some shit but he is trash, really. What an ass, truly.”

You were flabbergasted, to say the least. He really had the nerve to talk shit about him when he himself was even worse. Sure, your relationship with Minhyuk hadn’t been the best it could have been but you had never thought that Minhyuk was an asshole - well, at least not as much as the guy standing in front of you. Hearing the guy talk badly of Minhyuk really pissed you off.

“It’s a good think you got rid of him. Now you can spend your time with better quality guys,” he grinned, making you disgusted.

“There’s obviously none of that quality in this room right now so if your big-headed ass would urgently move aside so that I can go look for it elsewhere, I would greatly appreciate it,” you didn’t hold yourself back. The guy deserved it.

Dumbfounded, he moved aside and you stomped in to the living room as fast as possible to avoid spending even a second longer with the annoying jerk.

“Whoa, you look furious,” your friend, who unfortunately happened be on your path to the hallway, said. “Where are you going?”

“Home,” you tried to get past her but she refused to let you in the hallway.

“Why?” she looked surprised. “It has been less than half an hour since you came! You can’t leave yet.”

You stopped and let out a frustrated sigh. “I really just am not in the mood for partying.”

“But-“

“Please, just…” you stopped to look at her pleadingly. “Let me leave.”

She hesitated for a second but eventually moved aside and let you in the hallway where you immediately searched for your undoubtedly soaking wet shoes. Before you could find them, the doorbell rang and your friend rushed past you to the door. You found yourself watching as she pushed the door open for the quests.

“You made it!” she sounded happy upon seeing who it was.

You, who had been leaning down, stood up straight to see who it was. You couldn’t see properly.

“Come in,” your friend seemed very pleased and you waited for the person to step inside.

When your eyes met Minhyuk’s, you hoped you had never come to the party. You hoped you had just stayed in bed. For a second you hoped you could just disappear.

“I know you two aren’t exactly best friends after what happened but I had to invite him,” your friend explained to you who had let your head fall and were now staring at your feet. “In the end, he’s my friend too.”

Her words weren’t registered by your ears as your focus was fully on how much your heart was aching.

“Should I just go?” hearing his voice for the first time in such a long time made a lump form in your throat. “I don’t want to ruin the mood.”

He sounded different from what you remembered, quieter. His voice sounded softer.

“No, I think _____ was just about to leave,” your friend looked at you. “Or were you?”

You really wanted to leave but you were stuck there, frozen to place while your heart ached, throat hurt and eyes became teary. You were surprised by how strongly you reacted to seeing Minhyuk. The breakup had felt so easy that you had doubted you would have any kind of reaction when seeing him but no. Your body started shaking.

“_____?” your friend placed her hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch and that way get rid of the ice that had kept you frozen to place.

Without saying a thing, you looked for your shoes, put them on and walked to the door after doing so. You didn’t dare to look at Minhyuk who still stood there. Even though you felt rude, you didn’t say goodbye to your friend and just left the apartment.

After quickly closing the door behind you, you rushed to the elevator and didn’t stop tapping the button before the doors of the elevator opened. Once they did, you rushed inside and went to stand in the corner, facing the wall.

You were wheezing. You hadn’t noticed that tears had started to roll down your cheeks. The lump in your throat really hurt and made breathing hard. While gasping for air and sobbing, your knees gave in and you fell on them.

Suddenly, the breakup felt like the end of the world. You felt stupid for having broken up with him. You felt like you had been selfish.

You didn’t get off on the first floor like you should have. The only thing you focused on was crying. There seemed to be no end to the tears that kept pouring out of your eyes.

Just like that, you went up and down the building God knows how many times. There were a few times when people were about to get in but backed away immediately after seeing the loudly sobbing you in the corner of the elevator. No one got in. Not a single person.

Eventually you managed to drag yourself out of the elevator. You didn’t stop crying or shaking but somehow managed to get out. Then you headed outside.

The sound of raindrops hitting the cold, wet asphalt sounded somewhat soothing. People passed by you who just stood there and cried your heart out. A few gave you weirded out looks but you ignored them.

I’m so selfish…

You felt selfish for how you had felt offended by the lack of time Minhyuk had had for you. You felt selfish for having broken up with him over a text; it had felt easier than meeting in person.

The feelings you had always had for him hadn’t disappeared unlike you had thought. No. They had just been buried under all the fights and tears the end of your relationship had consisted of. Now they had suddenly been dug up again and you had become overwhelmed with emotions. While you realized that you still loved him, you also realized you missed him badly.

The rain didn’t seem so bad anymore. It felt like the sky was crying with you.

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Dramione 😍 "this is our only option."

“This is our only option,” Ron said.  The words weren’t even a question.  He sounded furious and disgusted and, perhaps, even betrayed.  They’d fought for so long, and lied to themselves about how well things were going.  Things were not going well.  You could only mop up blood and bind wounds and apparate away from groups of ever-more Death Eaters for so long before you had to stop pretending you were winning.  Voldemort had been a figure head.  Yaxley, it turned out, was a much better strategical thinker.  With Yaxley in charge, the bag guys were winning.  

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Aaron could talk down a hostage situation or even interrogate someone to the point where they would be shitting bricks but taking you out to dinner terrified him. He must have spent twenty minutes deciding on what kind of tie to wear. Eventually, he reluctantly just went with a dark tie to match his typical dark suit. It didn’t help that Jack was being a cheeky thing when he found out that you wouldn’t be babysitting because you’d be going on a date with his father. 

It also didn’t make things better when he fussed and whined about joining the two of you. If it weren’t for the fact that you were just that great with kids, he wouldn’t have given in to dressing Jack up in slacks and a dress shirt. 

So here you three sat, in the middle of a very nice restaurant. You could see the sweat beading around Aaron’s hairline and for a moment, you giggled to yourself. How on earth could little ole you make SSA Aaron Hotchner nervous?

Sipping on your red wine, you decided to lighten the awkward air. “Thank you for inviting me out to this lovely place, Aaron.” 

Clearing his throat, he nodded, shifting in his seat while smoothing out his tie. “Oh, it’s no problem. It’s the least I can do. I know it must be a hassle to be needed at such odd hours.”

You shrugged, “I don’t mind.”  Leaning over, you pinched Jack’s cheeks. “As long as I always get to hang out with this one.” 

Aaron smiled, enjoying the sound of Jack’s screeching laughter. Aaron couldn’t honestly begin to recall when the last time he had seen his son thoroughly happy. He had been such a roller coaster of emotions since Haley had died and he was beginning to wonder if he therapy lessons would have to be put in order. But seeing him with you made Aaron realize that Jack just needed that maternal bond in his life whether it be with Haley or someone Aaron would see fit. 

“Well, still. It must be hard to obtain a social life with how my work schedule goes. It seems you’re always with Jack or sleeping off the day with him. Don’t you miss hanging out with friends or going out?” His brows knitted together, that notorious stern expression washing over his face. It was obvious that he was probing, Aaron didn’t really know much about you other than that you lived by yourself with your [dog/cat]. 

You chuckled, running your finger around the rim of your glass. “I’ll admit, it’s a bit hard to have a social life with your hours but I’m sure I’ll find someone eventually who’ll accommodate them.” You flickered a small smile towards Aaron. 

He returned your smile, breaking that by the book expression. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he was right around the corner.” 

The rest of the dinner had been quite enjoyable, the two of you were talking about the old days where life seemed much simpler and care free. It was a disappointment when you noticed the time and Jack’s heavy lids. You squeezed the boy who made your heart swell and pecked his cheeks goodnight like you always did. Tucking him into the car, you smiled as he conked out with the seat belt across his face. Turning around, you gently smiled and thanked Aaron again.

“We’ll have to do this again soon and we’ll leave Jack at home.” Turning to lock his car door, he walked you to your car which sat about three spaces down. “Drive safe, send me a text when you get home, [y/n].”

Nodding, “Will do.” 

Smiling, he shocked you by giving you a hug. “I had a really great time tonight. It’s just a shame that I’m just now getting to know you. All this time wasted.” 

Waving goodbye, you got into your smiling like an idiot. You almost couldn’t wait for that next date. 

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Damien hummed contentedly and angled his head back against the oak tree he had taken resident under. It was peaceful here, the kind of quiet that was comforting deep in your soul. When he explained that to Robert, he got a raised eyebrow and an amused, “You find soul comfort in a graveyard?”

“Yes,” Damien bobbed his head, “It’s something that I cannot explain. You need to experience it yourself.”

Robert had considered him for a moment and then shrugged, “Alright then.”

Honestly, he hadn’t expected that meant that Robert would join him on one of his trips to Maple Bay cemetery. It was one of the oldest parts of town, had been hallowed ground since the 1700s, and it was one of those places that seemed to breathe with all the years that it had. Architecture from every century – tombs and headstones handcrafted from marble that were now faded with age and yet were no less beautiful and newer, smoother edges of the 21st urns and gravestones that were in the deeper parts of the land.

Damien didn’t venture down there often, not when his favourite place was in the middle of 19th-century graves, upon a slight hill and under a tree that had been there for longer than the cemetery had been.

It was nice, but somehow, with Robert beside him, it was even better.

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Kissing Lessons (Daehyun x reader)

Requested by: @daehyunsbabyelf (thanks!! ❤)

Word count: 4.9 k+

Genre/warnings: fluffy fluff ❤

Summary: You and your best friend Daehyun were quite engaged into another drama watching marathon as a kissing scene suddenly came on. When Daehyun noticed you acting awkward while watching it, he started teasing you, and in order to shut him up you had to eventually admit to him that you’ve never kissed anyone before and were nervous and anxious about it, simply because you had no clue on how to do it and didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself. To your surprise, instead of laughing about you and teasing you about it even more he offered his help, telling you he could teach you how to do it. “Just teaching”, aha, sure.

“Jung Daehyun, don’t you dare start watching without me!!” you screamed from the kitchen and heard a loud, heartwarming and ear piercing laugh coming from the living room.

“It’s not my fault that your five minutes always turn out to be at least fifteen minutes, no matter what you’re doing, preparing snacks, dressing up or anything else really,” you heard him shout over the television, and you promised yourself you’d slap him at the first given chance.

With a bowl of popcorn in your right hand and a plate of cookies in the left, you made your way to the living room, setting everything down on the coffee table before joining Daehyun on the couch.

“Hey, hey, don’t do it-Oww, that hurt!!” he screamed out laughing as you lightly punched him in the gut.

“What did I tell you about starting without me?” you questioned as you saw him reaching for the popcorn and taking the bowl in his hands, throwing a few pieces of it in his mouth while he leaned back on the couch and made himself comfortable.

“It’s not like you missed anything important, so instead of beating me up you could focus on the show so you wouldn’t miss more of it,” he said, and you had to unwillingly admit he was right this time around. Your body relaxed, and you leaned back on the couch as well, snatching a piece of popcorn from Daehyun right away. He let out a protesting yelp, as if saying “who gave you the right!?”, but soon realized he was being over-dramatic about his food again. He waited for you to throw a thin blanket over your and his legs and put the bowl in between of you both.

“Since when are you sharing?” you threw him an amused glance, admiring his picture perfect smile that shone brightly on his face.

“Since you started beating me up if I didn’t share willingly,” he earned another playful punch to the gut with this sentence, but instead of complaining he gently pushed your hand to land in the popcorn bowl.

“Just stop hitting me and eat some popcorn,” he said, not turning his head away from the television, smiling and simply enjoying the casual everyday banter.

“Before you hog it all up?” you teased playfully, throwing a piece into your mouth.

“Exactly, now shh, we’re at the part that I haven’t seen yet, so let me watch,” he said, his facial expression giving away the fact he was really interested in it. You rolled your eyes and decided to pay attention as well, as it would be hard to bug him now because his full attention was directed forwards the TV.

Dramas. Oh god, he loved dramas so much, and it always made you crack up how he’d come crawling to you, begging you to watch some of them with him. Not that you ever denied, because, even if you didn’t watch them that often on your own, you didn’t mind watching together with great company. Daehyun would get picked on and teased by the guys if he ever asked them to watch, so he always came straight to you, as the only time he won Himchan and Youngjae over to watch Himchan stayed still and looked soulless for the whole time and Youngjae couldn’t stop throwing savage remarks all around, finding plot holes and making sarcastic comments at everything and everyone. They weren’t good company, but Daehyun was convinced you were, so he often crashed your place without warning and made himself comfortable on the couch, ignoring all your complaints and making you watch together with him.

Daehyun spending so much time with you. It may seem like the regular, usual thing by now, but a few years ago, if anyone told you this would happen you’d laugh and shake your head in denial, saying that it was impossible.

You still had no clue what the issue with him was, but Daehyun didn’t like you all that much at first, and, no matter what you did, he’d act cold towards you. Eventually you were tired of acting nice when all you got in return was coldness, so you stopped talking to him fully, the only exception being work-related things as you were working at their agency, and were majorly involved with helping out the group at that point.

One day you found him in the studio though, crushed beyond belief and trying to hide a bunch of tears, and, while you were still a little upset about how he usually treated you, you couldn’t just throw the few papers that you were ordered to bring him on the coffee table in front of him and leave. Upon asking what the matter was he didn’t answer, and when you tried to ask again, his head shot up, and he was yelling at you full-force to get out. Slight surprise took over both of you as his eyes widened and he realized what he had done.

“I don’t really know what I ever did to you, but okay, I understand more than well that my presence isn’t wanted here. I just wanted to help, you know, no need to scream at me,” you told him calmly, but your stare gave away your inner feelings of hurt and sadness. He looked at you as you were leaving, piercing through your back with his stare.

“W-wait a bit.. Don’t go,” he said, stopping you when you were right at the door, “I’m deeply sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that.. I had a hard day, you know?”

“So should I leave or do you want to talk about it? ‘Cause you know, I could listen if you wanted me to, but since you’re always acting cold towards me for no reason I’m not sure if you’d like to talk,” you looked him right in the eyes and waited for a reply. At that point you didn’t even know why you asked such a question. He wasn’t a friend, he was barely an acquaintance, and it wasn’t an obligation of yours to stay behind and give him a mood lift. But there was something about the way his eyes seemed so sad and his voice so shaky, it reminded you of how you cried alone many times before with no one around to ask what the matter was and to help you get thought it. You had a heart, and you couldn’t just leave him behind feeling this bad.

“Stay, please. I’m sorry for that too,” he said and lowered his head. You sighed, not sure of what to do and how to act now, as you knew Daehyun but not well enough to be able to comfort him in a non-awkward way and fashion, so you just sat next to him on the couch and told him to speak.

You were surprised by how open he was to you back then, telling you everything that was on his mind. You sat there, listening and making small commentary up until someone else showed up at the studio, but by then Daehyun’s tears were dried up and it seemed like a normal conversation. You left shortly after, and didn’t see him for a solid amount of time after that, up until he showed up one day, smile bright on his face, asking you to go get lunch with him because the guys were all busy. That was the day your friendship truly kicked off, and still to this day his behavior was a mystery to you. All of a sudden he was all happy and talkative, and had forgotten about the long period of coldness he had put you through. You didn’t question him back then, just being happy about the fact your work conversations would become more enjoyable and less awkward from then on, but when he started asking you to see him outside of work you were quite confused but grateful. Daehyun turned out to be a quite nice, fun and loving person, and at some point you realized you were spending more time with him than anyone else.

You threw him a glance, just to see him munching away on popcorn and looking at the television, his eyes displaying interest in what was currently happening on the screen.

Your best friend, Jung Daehyun. What could be better?

You couldn’t help but throw another glance at his face before it became too obvious that you were staring and you had to turn away. Somewhere along the way, you had really started liking Daehyun, because he was a great friend, always there when you needed support, brightening your mood every day and keeping you company when you were lonely. But, at the same time, you couldn’t quite deny that Daehyun’s behavior didn’t always make you feel good and happy, because there was one big issue along the lines of your relationship that he had no clue about, but you felt it nagging away at you every passing day.

He was your best friend, and you were his. But if he was only your best friend, why did you get jealous every time some girl tried to flirt with him way too obviously and he was clueless on what to do? Or why did you want to lean back on his torso and be wrapped up in his arms instead of sitting next to him during all of those all-nighters of dramas? Why did your hand unconsciously reach for his every time you walked down the street, and why did you always manage to snap back to reality just right before disaster?

And, most important of all, why in the world, whenever he looked away and didn’t see you staring, did you always zoom out on his lips, thinking of how his kiss could possibly feel like and taste?

His lips, yeah, they were a topic you thought of often, and, even though you were a little ashamed of it, you simply couldn’t resist. Sometimes you’d catch yourself daydreaming about him just coming to crash your place one day, and going in straight for a kiss instead of a greeting. You let your mind picture him, his pretty face leaning in closer and closer to yours with every second. And you could only imagine how kissing him felt like, although you were certain it was enjoyable and pleasurable because of how kissable his lips looked like.

Yes, to be honest, you could only imagine how kissing anyone at all felt like. You just never had the chance to kiss anyone, as you wanted your first kiss to be something special and memorable, so you decided to wait for the right person to come along before having your first kiss. That is, you thought that way until a certain moment when you understood that you were quite old already, and without any experience. That made you tense up and get anxious every time someone talked to you a little flirtier than they should, or every time the topic was brought up by your friends or someone else. How would a guy react if you told him you didn’t know how to kiss and were afraid of messing up? Since you weren’t in middle school anymore, you didn’t know if that was still an alright thing to do, and were just embarrassed in general.

“C'mon, c'mon, you got it, confess already, goddamnit!” Daehyun’s intense mumbling snapped you out of your debates with yourself, and you looked over to the TV. Daehyun had sure gotten into the show, as he was slightly leaning forwards now, with his mouth half-open and an alarming look in his eyes.

God, the cheesiest part of the drama was about to happen, and he sure liked that part the most.

You started talking a little, discussing about whatever was happening on screen, when suddenly the long-awaited scene came on. The feeling of being slightly uncomfortable hit you in seconds, as you knew what would follow by the way the main characters talked and acted, sitting on the bed and teasing each other. Before you were able to excuse yourself to go the kitchen, the bathroom or literally anywhere else but here, it happened.

God, why is it so awkward watching kissing scenes on television with guy friends sitting next to you??

That was the initial first thought you had, but then you heard a silent “yes!!” from Daehyun. Only now you noticed he was leaning forwards even more, his hands clenched into fists as he was literally biting into his knuckles. You wanted to just playfully ask him if he was alright at this point, or if he had to be snapped back to his right mind just like you not too long ago when you heard B.A.P’s new single for the first time, and he laughed at you for not being able to function properly anymore because of how much it occupied your mind. But the scene that kept going on on TV and moving forwards painfully slow was a huge distraction.

Silence filled the room as you stared at the screen and hoped it would end soon. You didn’t know if this was awkward silence, or if Daehyun stopped babbling for a second only because his full attention was aimed towards the TV and he was too busy looking at what was happening.

“Hey, (Y/N), you alright?” you heard his voice and snapped your head to the direction of the sound. Damn, so his full attention wasn’t directed towards the television, how bad.

“Sure,” you said, looking away to the other side. Knowing Daehyun more than well at this point, you knew what would follow would be endless bugging, nothing more and nothing less.

“You’re so weird,” he said while chuckling, completely crushing your expectations of what you thought he’d say.

“Why is that?”

“I mean, why is it always that whenever we watch dramas you suddenly freeze at the kissing scenes?” he asked, and only now you realized how obvious your behavior mush have been and how easy it was to tell you were uncomfortable while watching them.

“It’s like, you just look so uncomfortable. Or awkward, I can’t really tell. Is it because you’re watching it with me, or-”

“No, no, you’re not the issue,” you said, slightly shaking your head in denial.

“Ohh, ohh, I got it. You’re ashamed of showing your true feelings in front of me,” he teased, leaning in and making faces.

“See? I’m right, you’re blushing!!” he screamed, pointing at your cheeks that were probably strawberry red at this point, “I bet that’s what you’d like to experience yourself. I mean, me too, so, like, don’t be ashamed about it, just look at me. I’m fangirling over it as well, and so should you, I-”

“Daehyun it’s something else,” your tone showed defeat, as you knew there would be no way other than tell him the truth to shut him up now.

“You’re aware that you’ll have to explain now, right? You got me curious,” he said while leaning back to get a little bit of the remaining popcorn.

“Would you call me weird if I told you I’ve never kissed anyone before?” 

His hand missed the bowl, scattering some of it’s contents on the sofa.

“Wait, say that again.” 

“Oh, you heard it just fine, there’s no need to repeat. It’s not like I’m proud of it so I could repeat it a few more times,” you blushed even more and turned away a little, scratching the back of your head.

“But, like..  No, I don’t believe you. You’re too nice, smart and pretty to have never been kissed by anyone,” his comment didn’t help you at all, as you blushed even more. Hearing those words from your best friend and major long time crush was pleasing, but it also made you quite nervous, as you didn’t want him to see your reaction to that statement.

“Well, whatever, fact is that I don’t like kissing scenes simply because they remind me of my lack of knowledge and ability to kiss, and they make me even more nervous and anxious that when the time comes, it will be awkward because I won’t really know how to do it or what to do, and will have to explain myself prior in order not to die from shame,” you murmured when you suddenly felt the sofa underneath you move. Curious about what was going on, you turned your head just to be met face-to-face with Daehyun as he was leaning in, his eyes curious and his face at an unbearably close distance.

“So you’re afraid of messing up?” he tilted his head to one side, and you just wanted to slap him and run away. All of a sudden he was here, probably quite aware how uncomfortable you felt in this position, but still putting you through the torture. His sweet, cute and loud side suddenly faded away as his mischievous and simply shamelessly curious side started showing.

“W-what if I am? Is that a bad thing?” you tried to look away, but you still felt his stare piercing through you.

“Daehyun, I-”

“Say, if you’re so nervous and anxious about it, why don’t you practice with someone first?” 

You froze, a thousand thoughts running through your mind. Was he indicating something, or were you being stupid?

“How do you imagine this? Should I just come up to someone and say, like, something among the lines of “hey, can you teach me how to kiss because I don’t know how and I don’t want to mess up my actual first kiss?”, or what-”

“Ahem,” Daehyun sarcastically said, “You know, I’m there too, and I could help you.”

“O-only if you wanted to, of course,” he added as he saw your puzzled and way too confused facial expression. You didn’t remember him acting this boldly ever, and when he turned his head away for a second and smiled a sheepish smile, only then you knew for sure that this was the real Daehyun and not a well-made copy of him. He didn’t quite act like his usual self, and you didn’t really know what to do and how to go about his behavior.

“I could, like, show you how it’s done. It would be just training,” he reassured you as you looked back at him, “so you could know how it feels to be kissed. I promise I won’t pull anything weird, I’ll just show you.”

“Just training..” you repeated as you looked at him. It was more than obvious now that Daehyun’s little moment of courage and boldness had passed, and awkward silence filled in the space between and around you two as you sat there, considering how to go calmly about this. You smiled a little, knowing he was his usual self again, which meant him being quite shy when it came to relationship type of questions and things. Whatever it was that had fueled him to offer you such help, you liked it, and were thankful it made him ask.

“So?” he looked at you, impatiently.

“But, like, don’t laugh at me, I don’t even know where to start,” you said, looking at him apologetically. The next thing you knew, his arms wrapped around you, tugging you closer to him, and you yelped a little at the sudden movement.

“Gosh, don’t say you haven’t been hugged or held by anyone before either,” he teased again, earning what seemed to be already the third light, playful slap from you today. That was a well-needed interaction though, as you both were able to chuckle at it slightly, making the air around you seem a little lighter, and the mood a little less on the awkward side. 

“Just sit on my lap, preferable facing me,” he told you, and you tried to obey as good as possible. He was sitting with his legs crossed, and you climbed into his lap, facing him and letting your legs wrap around him loosely, your hands landing on his waist as you tried to get into a comfortable but not too close position. Was that too much, was it alright? God, you were clueless, but you were about to find out.

“Perfect, okay, now look at me,” he said as he noticed how quick you would be to hide your gaze, trying your hardest not to look him in the eyes, “and relax a little, c’mon. This ain’t a war or something.”

“Don’t laugh, and explain in detail,” you told him, making him crack a smile.

“Oh, stop worrying about it, you know you can trust me not to make fun of you,” he said, and only now you realized how true that statement was. This wasn’t the right time to understand how much more perfect he was than you actually thought, as you felt a mixture of excitement and worry flow through you every passing second.

This is what you have always been silently dreaming about, so how come you were so nervous about it and were considering dropping out of the idea?

“Just training.”

Yeah, just training. You were best friends, after all, and he had just offered you friendly help. And who would you be after a kiss? Still best friends? Probably, as he’d be able to move on and forget about it soon enough. But what about you? Could you possibly go on the same way after this?

“I don’t really know how to explain it, so I’ll just have to show you instead. Try to catch on and mimic what I’m doing, but don’t feel pressured, I won’t judge you if you do wrong,” he told you, calming you down a little. You felt his arms pull you a little closer, and you were amazed by his strong grip as he moved you in place. It took only seconds for your faces to be only a few centimeters apart, and he shot you a last tiny smile before closing his eyes and leaning in to fill the gap.

Just training, remember.

“Relax,” he told you right after a tiny brush against your lips, quickly understanding that you were too scared and too stiff to continue properly, “free your muscles and just play along, it’s not that hard.”

He went for your lower lip, making sure he was going at you as gentle as possible. His arms held you tightly in place as he moved his mouth, sucking on your lip a little, making sure you felt comfortable and found pleasure in what he was doing. You felt your body slowly getting weak, and you slightly changed your posture, sitting up straight and tilting your head a little to make it a bit more comfortable and easy for him to reach you and letting your muscles relax. One of your hands stayed on his side while the other one slowly and shyly traveled up his whole upper body to rest on his shoulder, and you almost didn’t even notice it happening, as those were pure instincts. Daehyun seemed to notice thought, and he smiled a little, even pulling away for a second to chuckle lightly.

“Yeah, that’s it. Now pay attention to what I’m doing and simply do the same,” he calmly instructed, his lips brushing against yours the whole time he was talking. You were more than glad when you felt his mouth on yours again, and you tried to move your mouth in a similar way he did. Slowly and passionately, mirroring his movements. Letting your full body sink into the kiss, and syncing your movements up with his. Silently obeying to whatever he was doing and trying to give it back to him in a similar fashion and intensity.

He was so sweet, and you felt yourself craving this unusual taste only his mouth could offer at the times he pulled away a little to let both of you catch a breath. Daehyun’s lips had always amazed you because of their size and desirable looks, but only now you understood how privileged he was by having this feature of his, as not only did he taste sweet, but, on top of everything, his lips were soft and puffy, making every movement feel sensationally gentle and soft. He allowed his hands to trail up and down your back a little, and he allowed himself to kiss you for a little too long for it to be considered just training.

“I think you got it now,” he said lightly in between planting some last pecks and eventually slowing down completely, but keeping his head at an unbearably close distance nonetheless. You were a little disappointed as you realized that this was the end, but quietly obeyed as his lips left yours exposed to the cold, nagging living room air.

“How bad was it?” you asked him, looking him straight in the eyes. The drama was still going on in the background, but at this point it was just useless noise in the distance. Daehyun’s arms were still wrapped tightly around you, refusing to let go, his face still close to yours without any sign of pulling back anytime soon. Your hand was at the collar of his long sleeve, holding onto his shirt lightly and tugging at it a little. You bit your lip, looking into his eyes as he looked into yours.

“It was alright, but it might be even better if we train some more,” you didn’t have the time to answer as he was back at it, sending you off into the same state of pleasure you were in just a minute ago. You tasted him, surprised at how you’ve been able to go on through life for so long without having experienced this, as at some point it started feeling just a little wrong and a little weird.

“Dae,” you told him slightly as you pulled away. He protested at first, trying to get a hold of your mouth right after you had pulled back, but realized what he was doing soon enough and unwillingly stopped.

“What are you doing?”

“Teaching you how to kiss.”

“But didn’t you say that I had already learned how to do it?”

“Practice makes perfect,” he said, sinking fully back in, and you obeyed, playing along to another round of a very fair kissing game. 

You found yourself breathless after a while, and couldn’t quite tell if it was because of you being inexperienced in kissing and doing something wrong or simply because that’s how it was supposed to be. The slight panting that came from Daehyun indicated that you weren’t the only one feeling this way, so you thought that it probably was the latter case. As you sat there, tangled up in each other and quietly listening to the credits of the drama episode that had just ended seconds ago, you couldn’t help but tell him.

“Hey, Daehyun-ah. Stop messing with my head.”

“I’m not the one who’s messing with your head here, you’re the one playing an unfair game.”

“How come?”

“You can’t just show up in my life one day and then occupy my whole mind, not letting me focus on anything else, you know? That’s quite rude if you ask me,” you chuckled a little, your heart racing more and more with every passing second when you realized to where this conversation was leading.

“So, and you promising me to teach me how to kiss and ending up with leaving me in a state like this isn’t rude, yeah?”

“No, it’s genuine. (Y/N), I’m not in the mood for talk or explanation, so can I just simply admit that I want you so I can move on to the next step?” he asked, resuming to stroke your back up and down lightly as he bit his lip.

“And the next step would be?”

“Giving you your first kiss,” Daehyun said, confusing you a bit.

“So, according to you, what were we doing for the past few minutes?” you tilted your head a little as he smiled at you, saying the next sentence as if it was beyond obvious already.

“Silly, that was just practice, don’t you remember? Now would you give me the honor of being your first proper kiss?” he asked, smiling sheepishly at you and earning a chuckle for doing so.

“Okay, go at it while I haven’t changed my mind yet,” you didn’t have to tell him twice, as he was back at doing the same as a while ago within seconds. You smiled through the kiss, letting your arms wrap around his neck and letting your body fully press against his, feeling like you had done this already a thousand times before and knowing exactly how to act. You both let yourselves go, capturing each other as much as possible while you could.

 After all, why have any restrictions if you could shamelessly have the whole thing now? This wasn’t practice anymore, and, as you laid back on the sofa after the kiss just the same way that you had dreamed it, he held you close up until the end of the drama watching marathon and made sure to let you know how he’d been feeling for a long amount of time already. You smiled to yourself, understanding how unfair life sometimes was for “gifting” people with shyness and doubts, not letting them fully express themselves and show their true feelings in fear of the other person rejecting them.

Jung Daehyun, your best friend. What could possibly be better?

Nothing, well, maybe except of Jung Daehyun, your best friend and, from now on, your caring lover.

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@dreamlordmorpheus Here’s my Mr Wines for the Masters group photo! I got a couple of different sets of photos because I realised somewhere I could go with better lighting and a more neutral background, but let me know if you need any slightly different ones ‘cos I got like a bazillion outtakes here. I also didn’t try and put any eyes on because I don’t really know how to ‘shop that, but if you want me to I can give it a go.

For the record: two bedsheets, one hoodie worn backwards, one pair of black gloves, a glass of cranberry juice and a bottle of wine donated by my dear father, who took the photos. And about an hour of my time spent rather enjoyably! I am quite proud of how these turned out, they are better than I thought they would be.

Cornering A Small Animal - Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak - SFW

Title: Cornering A Small Animal
Author: Donnie
Fandom: IT
Setting: Derry High School
Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak
Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Patrick Hockstetter, Reginald “Belch” Huggins
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 886
Type of Work: One-Shot, Part of the Unintended series
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, Fluff, Anxiety, Patrick’s presence is worrying, Richie’s trash mouth, Eddie is a sweet blushy boy, AU - Canon Divergent
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: Everyone knows Richie is protective of Eddie, but love is a two-way street.

AN: I needed to write some Reddie, and this was apparently what was coming out. xD Whoops. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Richie Tozier was a teen on a mission. 

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Jealousy of a Mad-Man | Jonathan Crane

IMAGINE
jon being jealous

WARNINGS
probably spelling/grammar errors


It is no secret that Jonathan wasn’t one for showing emotion, especially when it concerns someone he cares deeply for. You’ve grown accustomed to it; the way his actions spoke his words for him. Despite the lack of words, you knew that he loves you. He may have a hard time expressing it but it is clear in the way he treated you. To him, you are the light the breaks through the cracks of his chapel–his prison. When Jonathan suggested a night out–away from his lab and books–you were sure as heck not going to reminiscence about how closed off the man is.

The two of you found yourselves on the boardwalk that goes through the Gotham National Park. Considering the low profile the two of you had for the last month or so, you hoped Batman would let you two be. You aren’t causing trouble. It isn’t like you two had plans to gas the place and cause chaos; you two are only concerned with the now. Your pinkies were hung loosely around each other’s as you walked rather slowly down the path. The night air is thick with moister, showing off how humid the place has become from the day’s on-and-off rain. Neither of you minded.

“Thank you,” You blurt as a smile brightens your lips. “For the walk. This was nice. Much better than us sitting inside all day.”

“Yes. This night has been quite enjoyable,” He hums, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“Always so formal,” You tease, nudging his side.

“Yo, sweetheart!” A man shouts, cutting off the playful conversation between the two of you.

Your pinky slips from Jonathan’s as you turn towards the man dumbfounded. He’s tall, muscular, and growing a beard. Two other men stand behind him. The three of them give off a threatening vibe. The main man grins, showing off his teeth. Jonathan strays a little behind you, eyeing the men behind his glasses as his hand grasps the fear toxin he carries in his pocket. He waits. He isn’t in the mood to attract attention, especially if it brought the bat to their location.

“Yes?” You ask. You are already growing in annoyance at the interruption.

“How ‘bout you ditch this scarecrow-” He gestures toward Jon- “for a real man.”

Jonathan is used to these comments. He grew up in them. He named himself after them. Yet, his hand tightens around the canister in his jacket pocket. He takes a step forward as his free hand grasps the hem of your shirt and tugs you behind him. His eyes grow darker as his lips stretch into a thin, fine smirk. His head lolls to the side as he stares threateningly up at the man.

“What are you afraid of?” He asks lowly. Before the man is able to react, Jon already has the canister out and is spraying the three.

He can live with the insults. He already has. What he can’t live with is the world where you don’t exist next to him. For this man to try and steal you away, especially with himself next to you, makes his blood boil. Emotion didn’t come naturally to him. He isn’t the type of man to say what he feels. As the man crumbles to the floor in a fit of screams and cries, Jonathan felt something swell in his chest as he watched. It is the same feeling he felt after getting his revenge against the boys who bullied him throughout childhood.

“Jonathan!” You hiss, grabbing your boyfriend’s arm and pull him away from the scene. “You can’t just dose some asshat with toxin whenever you want! Especially when we’re trying not to draw attention to ourselves!”

“It was necessary.” He states simply.

“Necessary?” You scoff.

“Yes,” He replies. “He was interfering with our night.”

It took you a moment.

“Are… Are you jealous, Jonny?” You grin.

“Jealousy is a petty thing,” He replies rolling his eyes.

“Darling,” You place a hand on his cheek and smile gently, “You don’t need to be embarrassed. I find it pretty hot that you’d gas someone for me.”

“Is that so?” He inquires, one eyebrow raised.

“Just kiss me already, Crane.”


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may 28th 2017

Just For Tonight

Castiel x Reader

Summary: You and Castiel spend as much time together as a couple as possible when Sam and Dean aren’t around.

Warnings: none

Word count: 939

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

“Cas?” You called throughout the bunker, flopping down on the couch beside you. “Where are you?”

“Here,” He said from the opposite end of the couch where your head was. You smiled up at him and extended your arms towards him, motion for him to come closer. As soon as he bent down, you grabbed hold of his face and smashed your lips against his.

You felt him smile against your mouth before he slowly pulled away, placing tiny kisses across your nose. “What movie are we watching tonight, my dear?” He asked, glancing at the television.

“I thought we’d watch Batman,” You announced, sitting up so he had room. “He was my favourite superhero as a child and you’ve never watched it before, so I thought why not?” Cas sat down beside you, pulling you closer to him, your back resting against his chest. “Why not put something comfier on?” You asked, playing with his trench coats sleeve.

“I find this quite enjoyable.” He said, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

“Yeah, but how often do you get to wear whatever you want?” You asked, turning your head slightly to look at him. “You have all those shirts and sweatpants you bought when you were human, they’re still in my wardrobe.”

“I suppose they were comfortable.” He said. “Okay. I’ll change.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips before he stood up to go change.

The two of you hardly ever got to hang out like this, like you were actually together, you were too afraid of how Sam and Dean would react. Cas is their best friend but you weren’t sure if they would support you dating an angel. He’s tried to convince you they wouldn’t mind, and you felt like he might be right, but you didn’t want to risk it so he finally dropped it and decided to wait until you were ready.

Sam and Dean were currently out on a hunt and they didn’t need your help, which gave you the perfect opportunity to spend your night with Cas. Your smile grew as you watched him enter the room again, his clothes a size too big, but he didn’t seem to care. You noticed his hair was a little ruffled, which only brought a tiny blush to your cheeks. You always enjoy messing around with his hair, it made him that much better looking, if that was even possible. “Come here,” You grinned.

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Hi, thank you so much for sending this in! I honestly love the prompt but I feel like I just royally screwed it up because I don’t like how it turned out or how it ended up too. This is definitely not one of the works that I like at all and I tried rewriting it a few times because this prompt had potential to grow wonderfully so I apologize for how this turned out. Thank you for reading this piece – hope you can find some enjoyment here!


The thing about going on a stake out is that it can get a tad bit boring especially when the target they are after does not do anything much so in order not to get thoroughly bored, dick had advice for all of them to take shifts – Jason and Tim being the first one to do the stake out while Dick and Damian stretch their legs (and also because Dick knows the longer Damian stays unmoving and keep all of his energy pent up, he gets irritated quite easily and Jason likes to rile him up still, even after all of these years).

“Is there really a point for bringing me here, Richard?” Even after all of those years, Damian has yet to move on from calling him ‘Richard’ even though Dick has a few times tried to break Damian out of his habit of using his first name. Damian frowns as he stares at the amount of bodies gyrating against each other on the dance floor and when a woman bumps in to him, batting her eyelashes at him, Damian steps back, almost bumping in to Dick. “I rather not be here, Richard.”

Dick shrugs his shoulders as he pushes Damian in the direction of where there is more space than human and Damian relaxes slightly even though he still seems pretty tense and out of place. Dick smiles to himself when he realizes just how much Damian would have stick out like a sore thumb if he had come to the club in what he had originally been wearing.

“Try to relax, Damian.” Dick tells him as he reaches over to the bar to order drinks for the both of them. Dick moves back to Damian when he gets the drinks. “Here – I made sure to get the finest one here for you.” Dick hands the shot glass to Damian who scrunches his nose but takes it regardless, murmuring his thanks.

Damian takes a whiff of his drink and rolls his eyes when he realizes what it is. “So pray do tell what are we doing here?” Damian has never been to this part of Trinidad where the night clubs are pretty wild but Damian reckons there is a first for everything and this is certainly his first time here. He spies people slowly stopping to dance and start to form a circle around the dance floor. “What’s happening there?”

Dick turns to look at what Damian had been looking at and he grins cheekily at Damian. “Well, that, Damian, is the reason why we are here tonight.” Dick chugs his entire drink down before putting his glass away and pulls Damian towards the circle. “So every week, there will be a new dancer that performs here and I heard tonight it’s the crowd’s favourite, Y/N.”

Damian did not manage to reply him because the crowds begin to cheer when the music started. Turns out Y/N is a very pretty, curvy woman who if Damian really has to guess might be native or at least has mixed race. The way you gracefully move is very captivating and every single thing from the dance moves to the sound of the sexy beats and music makes it look very alluring too. Damian could not keep his eyes off of you.

Damian must have been staring for far too long because the next thing he knows; you are heading towards him with a cheeky smile on your face. You grab his hand – the hand that is not holding his drink – and try to pull him towards you but when Damian does not even budge (looking momentarily panicked), you simply begin dancing around him. The crowds go wild and Damian almost panics when he realizes that Dick is not beside him anymore – when Damian does a quick scan of the club.

This continues for a while. You would dance away from him, taking the attention off of him for a bit but somehow, you always manage to come back to dance around him. Deep down, Damian is actually enjoying the attention he is receiving from you. Most importantly he enjoys your presence and your lingering touches too. Just as Damian is about to continue enjoying your dancing, you move away and went back to the center of the circle.

“Good job, Damian.” Dick leans in to whisper in his ear and Damian raises one of his eyebrows as he stares at Dick in confusion. “The real reason why we are here – it is because one of the targets frequent this place enough and while you were busy being pulled away by that lovely lady friend of yours – I managed to catch the guy so we can bring him in for questioning soon.” But just as Dick finishes talking, Damian is approached by you once again.

“Hi, sorry about earlier.” You give him an apologetic smile. “I don’t normally do that to any people here.” Damian can hear the accent in your words and he glances at Dick but Dick simply mouths ‘go have fun’ at him before disappearing. You try to follow his line of vision but by the time you had decided to look, Dick was no longer there. “Was I disturbing?”

Damian turns to look back at you before shaking his head. “No – not really.” He keeps quiet for a bit, contemplating his next move. “Would you like to leave and have some dinner with me?” Damian asks instead and you smile at him, somewhat relieved that this guy you had been dancing around earlier is somewhat nice.

new beginnings- chapter one

This is a new story/series I’ve started that takes place where season one left off. Some things are different obviously, I basically wanted to write my own take on things. Hope you enjoy! (major spoiler warning if you haven’t seen the finale)


It had been two months since Jughead had accepted that leather jacket, changing his fate forever. He had talked with Betty and decided it best for him to remain at Southside High and become a serpent. She of course hated that he’d be attending different schools, but knew he would enjoy going there and supported him all the way. They were both concerned how their relationship would last, being torn apart by the town, but deep in their hearts they knew their love could overcome anything. Nothing would keep them seperated.

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