If someone were to have told Chase that he would be living in Denver, Colorado with the man of his dreams, the perfect dog and a great job, he would have laughed in their face. But now, he had no choice but to believe considering that he was living it. Chase was getting antsy about learning the city so while Olyver unpacked some boxes and set things up, he decided to take Po for a walk. The dog, much like Chase, was getting antsy. He kissed his boyfriend goodbye and headed down the street, cellphone in his pocket in case he got lost (though not ‘in case’. He would get lost).

For quite a bit, he wanderd through the streets of Denver, admiring the new location and at one point, stopped to take a seat on a bench. His coat was bundled up and Po sat by his feet, watching the passerby’s intently. Chase had no idea what Denver had in store for him, but he just hoped it would be as great as Boston was.

Story time, yaaay. So I was reading some Drarry fanfic when my older sister walked in to my room. I had was listening to some music with earphones in so I didn’t notice her. She walked up behind me and looked at my screen. Then she cought, so I would notice her. Of corse I freaked out a bit and few seconds of awkward laptop closing and looking guilty happened. Well she asked me what was I reading and since she also is a potterhead I told her it was HP story. Then she started talking about how she used to read those and that she actually wrote few. She then asked me what was the name of the one I was reading, so I told her, not being embarassed anymore. After I told her, her face turned red and she quickly mummbled something about having to go. I wanderd why did she react that way. I looked up the auhor of the fanfic, you know, just out of curiosity and what didn’t I find out. The author was my sister. MY FUCKING SISTER WROTE DRARRY SMUTT WHEN SHE WAS SIXTEEN. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. IT WASN’T EVEN THAT SHITTY. 

(also am I turning in to my sister? Because fuck, I am working on a smutt fic right now)