this will probably be blurry too

Betrayal
Neglect
Mistake…

[insert powerful and meaningful song here]

Princess Rapunzen, the true hero of this rat fairy tail.

It all started here, thanks to @windaura

Bonus : HERE COMES THE SMOLDER !!

modern high school!au vox machina group memes

  • Grog’s foolproof plan to seduce Tom Hardy
  • Percy’s sexual orientation is Exhaustion
  • grog responding to literally any text message with “GET WRECKED”
  • “Listen. Vex’s eyeliner is so sharp it could kill a man,”
  • Pike responding to anyone in the group swearing with “WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH” 
  • keyleth being both horrified by and incredibly, implausibly skilled at those deer hunter video games with the plastic guns
  • yelling “THEY’RE SIBLINGS, YOU FUCKS” when someone assumes Pike and Grog or Keyleth and Percy are dating
  • Scanlan asking Pike to prom at least three times a month
  • “what is keyleth doing?” “her best”
  • pointing at lawn gnomes and saying “look, it’s scanlan”
  • “I’m just saying, have we ever seen Scanlan and Tary in the same room?”
    • Tary, standing next to Scanlan: “YES”
  • saying “where the fuck is vax?” when vax is standing three feet away
  • WWPD: what would Pike do? 
  • picking a random inanimate object, pretending it’s vax, and having a conversation with it in the place of the real Vax when vax Disappears and no one feels like going to look for him
  • Keyleth The Frog Murderer
    • “guys, that was ONE TIME. and the frog was already dead”
  • *points at stranger* “who is that?” “i don’t know but they probably owe Vex money”
    • Vex, sliding her ten dollar Target sunglasses down her nose: “damn straight” 
  • exchanging blurry candid pictures of Percy with the caption CONFIRMED when he’s taking too long to text back 
  • Grog secretly being Hillary Clinton
Best Friends (Part 1)

Summary: Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that. 

Word Count: 882

A/N: Another one, Tesla? Yep. I’d apologize but nahhh. This is based off of “Made of Honor.” Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by duckybarness

The words were becoming blurry on the screen and you knew you had probably written an entire page of incoherencies by now. Rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hands, you took a deep breath and exhaled through your mouth, lips flapping at the force of the air leaving. Scratching behind your ear in frustration, you knew you had to go to bed and finish your paper the following morning. You were hopeless. Sleep was necessary, no matter how ahead you wanted to get on homework.

The party outside was still in full swing, but you were used to that by now. Your dorm was known to have the best parties in the campus and tonight was a Thursday. Tonight’s party was a prelude to tomorrow’s they said, but that didn’t make it any less rowdy than any other rave.

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What is Target even?

• Every time I go in a Target, I become invisible. People can’t hear me talking to them even when I’m standing right in front of them. Waving in their faces doesn’t seem to work.

• I once walked up to an entire group of red-vest-wearing employees and had all five of them walk away from me mid-question.

•They seem to migrate from the toy section to the food section like soulless jellyfish.

• They don’t know if Target sells dish soap.

• I don’t know if Target sells dish soap.

• Once, a person walked over, picked up a fuzzy throw-blanket out of my cart, and left with it while I stood there telling them that it was mine.

• The always weirdly crowded shoe section that’s mostly sandals.

• Last month I stopped in the mini Starbucks area of Target and stepped up to a surprisingly empty counter (for the middle of the day). No one appeared for the entire twenty minutes that I waited, but the lights went off and on a few times.

• I once saw a man entering Target with a screaming child over his shoulder. She had an ‘Out of Order’ sign in her hand, and kept repeating, ’I don’t want to go here.

• Their clothing sizes are darkest black magic.

• The changing rooms. (Before they vanished.)

• I lost four people in the middle of the furniture isle. I found them a half hour later in Hot Topic.

• I once stopped at a Target for a bathroom break during a long road-trip. When I entered the store, half the lights were off in the back section, and someone was yelling, “STOP IT, YOU GIANT BITCH!”

• There’s always a questionable swamp in the corner of the Target bathroom.

• When they switch all the moving/talking Halloween items over to the moving/talking Christmas items.

• I’ve seen eight different dogs wandering around by themselves.

• The local Target has birds flying around inside all the time.

• When I was a teenager there was this guy who drove around the Target parking lot blasting the chicken dance and dancing with his shoulders.

• I’ve seen a thousand mirrors break in Target during ‘move into your dorm room’ season. Doubt anybody buried a potato.

• They owe me $20

• I keep finding children in the clothing racks. (I don’t keep them.)

• You can never return anything, ever.

• If you eat their food you probably will never be able to return to the human world.

• Every picture I take in there comes out weird. Blurry, too bright, smudgy, wavy, too dark, weirdly green???

• That last checkout lane at the end with all the ‘as seen on Tv’ items and a million creepy jugs of green liquid for kids.

• I have 14 year-old socks from Target that look brand new. (My clothes typically develop holes the moment I look at them.)

• The animal heads.

• Pit of Death (aka: the far back corner where seasonal stuff goes to die.)

• I once kicked one of the giant red orbs outside and it moved.

• I watched a guy causally glide out of the loading doors and into the parking lot on a huge dolly.

• The ‘Is This Actually Only A Dollar Or Is It Five?’ section.

• I spent a half hour listening to a guy tell me why I needed an IPhone or I can’t be a part of human society. This was before the first iPhone was even for sale in the store.

• It’s bigger on the inside.

• I found this hideous lump of a fur hat for sale last winter, and wore it around the store my entire time there. Still invisible.

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TEXTS FROM DARK AND ANTI: Part 32

Bonus:

This is probably my favorite one yet. As soon as I saw this prompt my first thought was “BEE MOVIE SCRIPT.” ‘Cause y’all already knew Anti is a meme-loving fuck. XD

EDIT: I split up the first text into two pictures because the original single photo was too blurry to read.

Read parts 1-31 here!

(pls click tumblr is an asshole and makes my images blurry)

It’s not a man bun but it is acceptable.

WHO AM I KIDDING I LOVE HIM HAVE A MESSY QUICK SKETCH/WIP OF NEW KALLUS that took way too long to make and is still kinda weird with proportions but I’m too tired I just wanted to draw Kallus because the Boi is a rebel CAPTAIN now apparently and I’m also dead.

Shout-out to this one Pokémon GO Gym that scared the life out of me. 

For those who don’t know the story about this Gym, let me explain:

You see, my town has two community colleges and one university, so we end up getting a lot of sculptures and art donated by art students. As a result, a lot of Pokéstops/gyms are sculptures, murals, and such. It’s still a pretty decent-sized town, though, so people who have been here long enough are quite familiar with a majority of the artworks. Some are even popular meeting-places because they’re so stapled into the town.

Well, one day, while we were picking up my baby brother from preschool, I decided to venture off and do some quick battles from a nearby Gym. We had a lot of stops nearby because there was a whole round-a-bout of sculptures. The gym I went to, however, was kinda on its lonesome. The stops weren’t close to it, which kinda sucked because I was running low on Pokéballs, too. Still, I went to it because it was the closest, and I only had a few minutes to spare before we had to head back home.

When I reached the Gym I saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just some sidewalk pavement and grass. I wouldn’t have been too disturbed by it if it wasn’t for the fact that the picture for the Gym was this.

What made it even worse is that when I asked people about it they had no idea what it was. Not even my stepdad, who was born and raised in this town, had any idea what it was supposed to be. I tried looking it up on Google, too, but the only decent result I got was an extremely blurry picture of it in the background of a news clipping. I couldn’t find any traces of it anywhere.

It wasn’t until recently that I finally found clear pictures of what it is. It’s just a sculpture, nothing too exciting. I guess the reason why Google didn’t pull up any good results, at the time, was because the sculpture’s name was wrong on the Gym. As for why it wasn’t there, it was probably because it was moved to a different location (and they just didn’t bother to move it from the map).

Anyway, yeah, definitely one of the strangest Pokémon experiences I have ever come across. Even though it all turned out to be one big misunderstanding, in the end, it was still a fun time!

imagine Flug getting sick

he doesn’t tell Black Hat, because of course not, and he’s just dragging himself through the day- keeps on nearly tripping over his own feet, or walking into the doors, or the walls, and Black Hat doesn’t pay it any mind, because why should he.

and 5.0.5 is the first one to actually notice, and they just worriedly make bear-noises at him, but Flug just pats their head like ‘no it’s fine hahaha, don’t worry.’

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force me to write (please)

ayyyy some drabble prompts to kick the writers block

send a pairing (check the tags for what ships I’ll do), 1-3 prompts, AND some context (mild nsfw is ok!!)

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1. “I think I know what my plans are, and they don’t include a migraine.”

2. “On a scale of one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking?”

3. “You know more than you admit.”

4. “S/he died doing what s/he loved.”

5. “Well, that was one way of doing it”

6. “You were a mistake.”

7. “I worked so hard to get where I am now, I refuse to let you take that from me.”

8. “You can’t erase the past. Even if you don’t remember it.”

9. “I never wanted this.”

10. “I did what I had to do”

11. “That’s not what an apology sounds like.”

12. “Quit messing with my hair!”

13. “Make me.”

14. “Are you jealous?”

15. “I’m in love with you and it’s terrifying.”

16. “You really need to get some sleep.”

17. “Your lip is bleeding.”

18. “I want to go home.”

19. “We agreed to take a break but when you left a piece of me went with you.”

20. “How about no.”

21. “You need to leave.”

22. “Don’t be so shy, love.”

23. “You can’t just sit here all day.”

24. “Try. I dare you.”

25. “Why shouldn’t they help themselves after the way they’ve been treated?”

26. “Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.”

27. “I fought for you, why can’t you do the same for me?”

28. “Tell me a secret.”

29. “I can’t breathe.”

30. “You’re going for a walk? It’s two in the morning and below freezing, at least bring a jacket.”

31. “I think I’m dying.” “You have a cold.” “Start writing my eulogy.”

32. “I can’t stand the way they were looking at you.”

33. “Is that a challenge?”

34. “What do you remember about your mother?”

35. “I missed you.”

36. “Why are you calling at this hour?”

37.“I’m the kind of person no one would go looking for.”

38. “Is there something wrong with me?”

39. “I’d rather be dead.”

40. “You’re the best of the b… You’re the best of the mediocre.”

41. “You don’t have to do this.”

42. “What are you thinking about?”

43. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

44. “I’m going to need you to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

45. “I stayed on the line for an hour after you hung up.”

46. “I’m with you, for better or for worse.” “It’ll probably be worse.” “I know.”

47. “Why are you putting that chocolate bar in the microwave?” “You said you wanted hot chocolate…?”

48. “I love you too much to let you humiliate yourself this way.”

49. “You’re drunk.” “No, you’re just blurry.”

50. “Your skin is a collection of tiny constellations.”

Too Deep

Summary: When your depression consumes you, you almost don’t make it through this time.

Request: Could you please do a Cas x reader where reader has severe depression? She self harms too? Nobody knows because she hides it well, but Cas finds out one day. Like, maybe they guys are out, and she wears some stuff that shows her scars. Or maybe it gets hotter, and Cas starts questioning her. Obviously angst, but I also want a whole lot of fluff please. Thank you! Requested by Anon <3

A/N: The ending of this is fluffy, I realize this one is a bit darker, so please know that if you ever need to talk, you’re free to come to me. I’ve been there myself, I get it, I know those voices in your head can say some nasty things <3

-Feedback is always appreciated!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Depression, attempted suicide, language fluffy ending

Word Count: 1.2k

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Things weren’t typically this bad for you; but as the blood trickled down your arm and onto the bathroom floor, the only thing you hoped for was death.

You’d kept yourself from giving into the urge for weeks. You distracted yourself. You’d rub old scars, snap rubber bands on your wrists, or even take the less harmful route and burn yourself with a Bic.

But today, you woke up to Dean knocking on your door, telling you to get up and get ready. You’d be going swimming. But you couldn’t run from the sinking feeling in your chest, or the voices in your head that told you you’d be better off dead.

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I found this wonderful invention on ebay: a cute little backpack with a fabric pocket behind clear, heart-shaped vinyl, so you can display your pins without worrying about them falling off! The best part? It’s sparkly vinyl!

I could only fit a fraction of my collection behind the window (I have a pin addiction), but I made sure to include my OTPs to make the most of the heart shape.


Edit: I wasn’t expecting this post to get more than like 5 notes so I didn’t think to include a link. This is the listing I bought mine from, but as you can see, there are tons of other sellers so mine might not be the cheapest, especially if you’re interested in a different color.

I Really Really Really Really Really Really Like You

[JayDick, AO3]


Dick blinked himself awake. Then he blinked again, just to watch the colors swirl.

“Hey buddy, how you feelin’?”

Someone was talking. Dick tilted his head, even though it was very heavy, to the right. Oh, there they were. Dick smiled at the man sitting on a chair by his bed. He was wearing a…

“Hat,” he supplied, feeling proud when the man laughed, dragging a hand down his face.

“Yeah, you probably feel pretty amazing right now, don’t you?”

Dick did feel pretty amazing.

“I feel,” he started, but then there was a door, and it was opening, and an actual angel appeared.

“Ah, you’re awake. About time, Dickhead, pretty sure Baby Bat was about to stage a revolution.”

Dick didn’t care about anything but this guy’s face, even when the man paused and just met his eyes for a long while. Not long enough.

“Why are you– why’s he staring at me like that?”

“Beats me, man,” Shush, hat. Angel was talking. “He’s on some serious drugs.”

Irritated, Dick flapped his hand (more like flopped it) at the man in the hat, shushing him. He wanted to touch that white spot in the hair. It looked soft.

“Are you soft?”

He had to know, it was vital.

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can u imagine klance’s instagram accounts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lance’s feed would be fucking perfect the color scheme would be anything with blue and throughout it’d be sprinkled with pics of keith caught off-guard and probably wondering what he’s doing,, also lance has like 1000+ followers he’s practically instagram famous he could be an instagram model too – also he posts pics of him in his face masks and sometimes puts in the description what products he uses and how they benefit his skin!!!!! also his morning routine 

keith doesn’t have an instagram and if he did it’d be blurry pictures and his feed wouldn’t be organized also he has a motorcycle as his profile picture. he doesn’t have the Aesthetic yet but he is trying and taking lessons from his boyfriend lance mcclain

Another thing I keep seeing: “Ugh, I just don’t understand these fidget toys. How do they even help people focus, they’re distracting.” Well…yes. They are distracting for YOU, therefore you do not benefit from them the way some (especially disabled and/or neurodivergent) people do. You don’t need them, so just don’t use them. 

I mean, when I hear people say that I just crack up now because it’s the exact same thing as saying:

(someone who doesn’t need glasses) “Ugh, these glasses don’t help me see better, in fact, now everything is MORE blurry! Ugh, what is the point to people wearing glasses, it’s like everyone is wearing them now, it’s just a fad.”

You don’t need glasses because your eyes are able to see well without any correction, so you obviously won’t benefit from wearing glasses. And when you try on your friend’s glasses, which are tailored for your friend’s eyes so that they can see like you do, you will see things more blurry than you do without glasses. It doesn’t mean glasses don’t help people, it means that you don’t benefit from using them yourself, and that’s fine!

It’s the same deal with stim toys. Your friend might benefit from them, because they have a harder time focusing/regulating sensory input/etc, but since you don’t have those same issues, you probably won’t benefit from stim toys. They might even be distracting for you. It doesn’t mean stim toys don’t help people, only that you personally don’t benefit from them, and that’s fine too!

Just don’t invalidate a coping mechanism or useful tool for neurodivergent and disabled people just because you don’t understand it, or because you don’t see the point just because you don’t personally need such devices.

hey do you guys wanna know why i became such a strong proponent of “cardassians have tails”? it’s not because i’m a Big Fuckign Scalie, or because i want the aliens to be more alien, or because the idea of having a prehensile tail is so goddamn cool, or even because i’m Literally In Love with the fat gecko tails i’m seeing on some of these garaks you guys are coming up with.

all of those things are true, but i have another reason, that’s much simpler and sillier. it’s the fact that cardassians have a particular unique style of dress that would make a lot of sense with tails.

like, with the exception of military uniforms (and i have to admit that’s a big exception; many, perhaps even the majority of cardassians we meet on ds9, and all of those we see on tng, are in uniform) but with the exception of military uniforms, most cardassian clothes have a sort of skirt-like aspect to them.

male typical clothes are almost all tunics of varying lengths; garak definitely has one that goes down as far as his knees.

(sorry for the blurry screenshot, i was looking to highlight the length of the garment, not take a well composed shot)

now, this one is unusually long, but over half of garak’s outfits - probably over three quarters, actually - are composed of a tunic and pants. and we know that, unusually, garak is actually a reasonably typical cardassian in this aspect of his life (his dress sense), if for no other reason then the makers of star trek work with shoe string budgets and reuse costumes regularly, meaning that we have seen a number of civilian male cardassians wearing garak’s clothes. female cardassians, too, are inordinately likely to wear dresses, particularly longer dresses with looser skirts.

these sorts of clothes provide the perfect way to have a hole in the back of your pants, tights, or underpants for a tail while still preserving your modesty. the tail can be free from clothing yet with the base hidden under the skirt of a dress or tunic.

cardassian civvies are perfect, simple tail-outfits.

Roomie (M)

Originally posted by jjks

Summary: When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Turns out, living in the same apartment with this gorgeous man is a lot harder than you thought it’d be. He didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did you. It’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: Gotta give the shoulders hyung some love.

When you first moved in with Jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. Not only was he kind, he did his fair share of the housework, and he could cook. And cook well. His good looks didn’t hurt either.

… Except they did. And as the weeks went on and turned into months, you found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that it was the first time either of you had a roommate of the opposite sex. It led to situations where you’d walk out of the bathroom in only a towel, hair dripping wet, and he’d be in the living room watching a show, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

Or when he’d come back from a morning jog and be so sweaty that he’d strip his shirt off the moment he stepped in the apartment without thinking, just wanting to get the drenched fabric away from his body. And you’d be left in the kitchen trying not to have your breakfast dribbling down your chin. It was an automatic reaction, but both of you found your habits gradually changing as time went on.

Why couldn’t you have had an average looking roommate, or even a slightly above average one?

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Alternative Lifestyle

Request: ok but I really love the YouTuber!AU where Reader is also a YouTuber could you maybe do a fic where Dan is highkey a huge fan of reader’s channel and maybe when they meet he’s super hype?

A/N: Behold, the request that started it all. Enjoy! (Word count: 2k)

“Hey guys! So in today’s video I’m going to talk about how I singlehandedly ruined another dinner with friends.” 

Dan sat back in his bed, wearing nothing but his PJ bottoms and catching up on the youtubers in his subscription feed. These were the moments where he forgot he was a celebrity, forgot that he was also a youtuber, and just felt like that same fanboy from all those years ago. His current favorite was your account. You didn’t upload much, but when you did, it was usually some story about how your awkwardness or lack of social skills messed things up so bad you had to apologize and leave the venue. You also vlogged when you travelled, which was quite often. He loved knowing all the places you’d been to, and felt a twinge in his chest when you mentioned being in a country or city that he himself had been to. You also did some sketches here and there, but saved those for when you were feeling truly creative. If Dan was being honest, he wasn’t so much a fan of those, he liked seeing you when you were authentic, talking about your real life. Not to mention you were attractive. Dan had subscribed as a thirst follow in the beginning, but once he started watching your videos he realized your personality was just as magnetic as your looks. Wary of the Phans, he never reached out to you on social media platforms, and since you lived in America, he didn’t really have a chance at meeting you, which made him upset. He’d totally date you, if he had the chance, though he thought you were probably too cool to date someone like him, and you were also probably scared of the Phans’ reaction to him dating anyone other than Phil. Still, the man could dream, right?

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The plane touched down in Orlando, and Dan jolted out of sleep. He looked out the window and saw nothing but rain hitting the window and the blurry image of palm trees blowing in the wind. Over to his right he lowered the divider and saw that Phil was still passed out, unaffected by the landing. He shook his friend awake, and the two of them off-boarded the train and muddled through customs. The uber ride was smooth, and they only encountered fans when they finally reached the hotel. While Dan smiled and took a few pictures, he couldn’t help but wonder how people still managed to find out where he and Phil would be, especially since they hadn’t told anyone. He still loved all the love he received, and his smiles were genuine in those pictures.

That night the two of them decided not to go out and eat for fear of finding more Phans to entertain when they could barely keep their eyes open. Instead they retired to their own rooms early and ordered room service. Knowing if he went to sleep now he’d just wake up in the middle of the night, Dan opened up his computer and started going through some of his subscriptions, always coming back to one of your videos. The sound of your voice echoed throughout the suite while he went about getting ready for bed. The time was 11 PM, and he needed to actually wake up at a reasonable time tomorrow so he could head out to Playlist in the morning.

“Well, I guess that’s it for today’s adventure in Tokyo! I’ll see you guys tomorrow for the grueling flight to Osaka as our Japan trip continues! Bye guys!”

Dan fell asleep with your videos on autoplay, it almost felt like you were actually in the room with him. The next morning his computer was dead and his alarm was blasting. He plugged his laptop in, sent Phil a wake up text, quickly showered, and wondered which all-black attire he would be wearing today. He decided on something simple, he’d probably try to look a bit nicer for the meet and greet tomorrow. Today he was just panelling. Dan couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be there, if he’d get some time away to at least look for you. Chances are he wouldn’t, but it still gave him a spark of hope. It was like that feeling fans got when they tweeted at celebrities, a part of them knew it wouldn’t be seen, but there was always a chance they would. No matter, everything he did today would be monitored by his fans, and he didn’t need to stir up drama in his own community.

The panel went smoothly, lots of questions answered and fun banter with his best friend. He was currently in the VIP section, where many youtubers he recognized (and some he’d never seen before) were mingling. None of them were closer than acquaintances, so he stuck by Phil for most of the day, which sucked because Phil was social in crowds and Dan was a nightmare. In a moment where no one was bothering him and he wasn’t being noticed, he thought he heard someone mention your name and curiosity got the best of him. He slipped away but before he could start searching a couple fans came up to him asking for pictures and bustling with excitement. Luckily they were down to earth, but it still reminded him why he hated being at these kinds of events. He knew the attention would be drawn to him the longer he stood in the open, so he made it back to where Phil was and the two of them decided to head home for the night.

Checking your twitter, Dan didn’t see anything indicating that you were going to be there. Disappointing. He really wished he could’ve met you, but maybe it was for the best. He probably would’ve embarrassed himself in front of you anyway. Checking his subscriptions, he saw you had uploaded today. A simple QnA. Your cheerful intro perked his mood back up. Whether he met you or not, he would always love seeing your face. He knew that it would be another early day, and the jet lag paired with the panel had him beat. He only had enough energy to watch your most recent video, he was practically nodding off already.

“SnakePop says: ‘I love your videos, would you ever date a fan?’ Aww thanks! If I met a fan that was around my age and wasn’t totally obsessed with me and I thought they were cute, then yeah of course I’d date them!”

Dan perked up. His heart twisted at your words. Now he really wished he could have met you. You were willing to date a fan and he would gladly be the one you dated. He barely paid attention to the rest of the questions, just watching the way you spoke until he fell asleep thinking about the two of you together.

The following day Dan got himself dressed up nice, and so did Phil. The two of them were doing the meet and greet today, which meant hours of standing and tears and hugging and cheek-aching smiles. Dan grinned at his reflection while brushing his teeth, it was going to be great. He was buzzing with excitement, even though the day was dreary and drizzling. For the time being, thoughts of you had left his mind.  He couldn’t wait to see his wonderful and supportive fans.

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The meet and greet was as tiring as it was rewarding for the both of them. Once it was over Dan and Phil retired to their rooms and took very long naps. Hours later, Dan was getting a message from Phil. He wanted to know if they were going to hit up any youtuber parties. Dan wanted to say no. Most of these parties were going to be full of smaller scale youtubers trying to get promos, and none of their actual friends were there regardless. Dan replied, seeing if he wanted to just catch dinner instead. Now that all their events had passed, many of the Phans were out of the city and they felt more comfortable about not being spotted while out.

The sushi place wasn’t as good as something they could find in Tokyo, or even in London, but it certainly hit the spot. The two men enjoyed their quiet evening, and luckily no one recognized them while they sat and ate dinner. Their flight back to London was early tomorrow so they opted not to have a couple drinks. They paid the check, sat around and talked for a little, decided to stay late anyway and ordered mochi, paid for that, then decided it was time to call it a night. They had a flight to catch tomorrow.

As they were getting their coats on, Dan heard it. A sizeable group had been sitting in the far corner of the restaurant. They were getting up to leave and Dan swore he caught it, your voice. He froze in place, confusing Phil and a few patrons. “You alright?” Phil asked. Dan didn’t respond, he was too busy searching the dimly lit place for your face. Finally he saw it. You were even more beautiful in real life. He wanted to punch himself in the face for sounding so cheesy. You wore simple clothes, but to Dan you could’ve been a model walking the runway in front of him. Whatever joke your friend made had you full on laughing with your head thrown back. Dan wanted to make you laugh like that. Did he want to talk to you? Badly. Was he going to? Probably not, he didn’t even know what to say. Phil put a hand on his shoulder, and Dan shrugged it off. Before he could talk himself out of it he was walking, coming toward you. He could see you holding a camera in your right hand. So you were vlogging this trip. Dan looked forward to watching the video later, remembering that he had actually been this close to you.

Christ, he felt like a fanboy.

After a few exhausting hours of Playlist Live, you wanted to do nothing but sleep until you caught the flight back home tomorrow, but your friends had insisted you come out with them. After a couple drinks you were glad they’d convinced you to come out. The food had been nice, and for once you’d just put the camera down and enjoyed your time. As you all got your things together, everyone in your group fell silent suddenly, looking toward the exit. You turned your head, wondering what they were all staring at.

It was Dan Howell, and he was coming right toward you.

Well, probably not actually coming toward you, but it at least seemed that way. You waited for him to turn left or right and head in another direction, but he was coming straight for you. He was in a sharp outfit, something clearly high fashion and probably worth more than the apartment you lived in. You were too shocked to be starstruck. Your friends all moved away as he stopped about a foot in front of you. “Uh, hello. Sorry to walk up to you like this but…you’re from youtube right?” You blinked. He was asking about you? His voice was small and shy, he could barely meet your eyes. He was just as adorable as he was online, you thought.

Fuck, he’d asked you a question, right?

“Yeah, I am.” Like a dork you lifted your camera and waved it a little. “You’re Danisnotonfire right?” His face lit up and he smiled. “Yeah I am. You know me?” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Well, it’d be weird if I didn’t. You’re kind of a celebrity in the community,” you said. Dan gave an awkward laugh and his face burned. He fought the urge to look down at his feet. “Sorry, I don’t like to assume. Not everyone knows me, ya know? Anyway, sorry to bother you I just…well I watch your videos and I’m a pretty big fan. I love your travel vlogs like especially when you go to places I’ve been before and-” He was rambling. He knew he was rambling yet he just kept going. When he was out of breath, he could see that you were giggling at him softly. Now his face was definitely red, he was embarrassing himself in front of his favorite youtuber. “Sorry Dan,” you covered your mouth and tried to hide your smile, “I’m not laughing at you I just-I find it so sweet that you’re a fan of me when I was practically in love with you when I was younger. It’s kinda surreal.” Great, he was coming off like a crazy fan and you were probably afraid of him now.

Looking around, you noticed your friends had mysteriously disappeared. Now that he was in front of you, you really remembered how handsome he was. He seemed to be embracing the curls and you liked it very much. “I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t ruined your night by acting all twitchy and odd.” Great. It was on to the self-deprecating jokes now. “No you could never. I had, like the biggest crush on you when I was younger. I never thought I’d meet you. And if I did, then I’d probably be so much worse.” Dan heard your words, but his mind was stuck on ‘crush’. Your friends were now giving you slightly impatient looks from the front door. “Well Dan,” you smiled big at him, “it was so awesome meeting you, but I think my friends are two minutes away from making me walk back to the hotel so…I guess I’ll be seeing you online?” Dan was stuck in place, watching you smile and feeling you brush past him to leave the restaurant.

“Wait!”

You stopped and turned back around. “Do you think that…that maybe you’d want to do something sometime? Or like would you-” Dan took a deep breath. “Could I have your number? Or email, or whatever you use to keep in touch.” Your heart melted. He was stumbling over his words. The Dan Howell, famous youtuber extraordinaire, was actually nervous in front of you and asking for your number. “Sure, lemme see your phone.” You quickly put your information in, even snapped a selfie for the contact photo. Your hands brushed as you gave his phone back, and Dan swallowed. Maybe it was the couple of drinks or the fact that this was a once in a lifetime moment, but you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He was still frozen when you and your friends left the restaurant.

Phil brought an arm around his friend’s shoulders, pulling him outside and calling a car to take them back. “And just who was that?” Dan ignored him, though. He kept looking at your number, reading the digits back. He couldn’t believe it, he had met you, his favorite youtuber, his online crush. And the best part was: You liked him too.

"Bullied"

Request: Snape x reader where the reader is a metamorphmagus and she is bullied and Snape helps her.

Note: I changed the cut lip to a cut head, it just sorta happened. Also, the gif has nothing to do with this story, I just really wanted to use it :P

Originally posted by theartofnotwriting

Being a metamorphmagus was pretty awesome, you had to admit. You could change your hair whenever you wanted, change your eye color every day of the week, heck, you could change anything about yourself anytime you wanted. Something you couldn’t quite control yet was your emotions. When you were happy your hair was a beautiful brown, when you got mad, it changed to red, if you were feeling down it was blue. It caused unneeded attention to you at the worst possible times.

Your first year at Hogwarts you went in thinking people would think it’s awesome that there is a metamorphmagus in our year. But you were quite wrong. Only a few people actually wanted to be your friends. Then there was a group of Gryffindor girls who loved to bully you. Despite all they’re harassment you still found the best in the day and chose to always be optimistic.

They would go to unnecessary ends just to make your day hell. Today was one of those days. You were on your way to your favorite class: potions. You had a natural ability and love for potions, and you were one of the few who didn’t hate Professor Snape.

“Hey weirdo!” One of the girls started. “What’s up with your new hair? Can’t you ever make it pretty?”

You kept walking and even smiled at the bullies, kill ‘em with kindness right? Wrong. This only provoked them more.

“You’re such an abomination! You ugly git.” Another girl said as the group started narrowing in on you.

“I am not.” Tears were starting to well in your eyes. You tried to get out of the circle you now found yourself in the middle of.

“I bet your parents are embarrassed of you. They probably don’t even want you.” One of the girls asked in a harsh  tone.

As you tried to walk away one of the girls tripped you and you fell hitting your head on the cold floor. Your vision was blurry now from tears. As you were trying to get up one of the girls kicked you in the head. You screamed out in pain.

“Oh shut up.” A girl said.

Footsteps were now coming down the hall. “What is going on?” Professor Snape’s low voice was coming quickly to where you and the bullies were.

The girls scattered before he got too close.

“Ms. Y/L/N? Are you alright?” Snape offered his hand to help you up.

“Just fine Professor sir.” You said touching your head where you’d been hit. There was a good amount of blood on it.

“Come with me, I’ll fix that.” He said nodding in the direction of his classroom.

“No sir I’m alright, I can just go to Madame Pomfrey. ” You said smiling weakly.

“You’re coming with me and you’re going to tell me what was going on.A fool could tell you’re not ‘alright’.” He said rather sternly.

You nodded and walked with him to the classroom.

“Sit.” He commanded.

You sat down on the chair behind his desk and waited for him to come out of the supply room.

“Where they bullying you Ms. Y/n?” His asked from the supply room.

“Sir, I’d rather not talk about it.” Their words making yiu tear up again.

Snape came out of the supply room with a few bottles in his hand and a cloth. “I will have a talk with them.” He said.

“Your abilities are nothing to be ashamed of and you should not have to endure bullying because you have a gift.” He said cooly.

You smiled at him, “thanks Professor, but they don’t see it that way, they think I’m…that I’m an abomination.” You lowered your head down and started at the floor.

“You are in no way an abomination y/n. Now look at me, this will sting.” He said as he put the cloth on the cut on your head.

You winced in pain. After a few seconds the pain was gone and Snape took the cloth off your head.

“That was a deep cut y/n, which one did it?” Snape asked putting the bottles back in the supply room.

“It could have been worse….it has been worse. So if you will sir, just let it go, I’m fine, I’m not hurt anymore.” You said as you stood up.

“If anything like this happens again you come directly to me. Understand?” His voice low as usual but there was almost a hint of concern in it.

“Understood sir.” You said and smiled at the tall man again, “thank you professor, I hope this doesn’t ruin your heartless reputation.”

“Watch it Ms. Y/l/n.” He said and disappeared back into the supply room.

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The next day in potions class the Gryffindor girls were talking after they had finished their potions. Snape came over to them and said, loud enough for the entire class to hear, “By the way, you 5 have detention with Mr. Filch. For a month.”

“What for?” The ring leader asked.

“Because I said so, do you want to make it two months Ms. Brighton?” He asked smugly, he then looked over at you and gave you the smallest hint of a smile.