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Could you write pastel!mute!dan and punk!phil? I live for pastel! punk! AUs. Maybe Dan can still talk he just doesn't out of shyness? It can be smut or fluff, I don't care.
He thought he was a ghost at first; the boy who silently stood next to him at the bus station every morning with his cheeks tinted pink from the cold or maybe just from blushing, Phil couldn’t tell.
He didn’t wear enough white for a ghost though, his clothes were mostly soft hues of purples and pinks and blues and the occasional green or yellow. He looked more like a fairy, and the flower crown that usually sat delicately settled on top of his chocolate-y brown curls helped quite a bit.
Phil was captured. He was absolutely fucking lost to him.
He wanted to talk to him.
Phil didn’t ride the bus, it wasn’t his scene, he usually rode his motorbike to school. But that day he decided to do it, if it meant seeing the pastel angel up close. And maybe he would let Phil sit with him.
The boy was sitting on the bench that day, his eyes scanning a page of whatever book he was reading. He seemed very immersed; his brown curls falling in his face and eyes so he had to keep brushing them away with his lilac sleeve.
Phil slowly sat next to him, tapping his fingers on his black clad knees and picking at his black nail polish. Finally he leaned over, tapping the boy on the shoulder.
He looked up, his eyes slightly wide, his pupils dilating when they landed on Phil. And for a second, Phil couldn’t speak.
His eyes were a soft warm chocolate color, like his hair but more intense and deep looking. Phil could see a shimmer in them, and small gold flecks stood out as if he had dumped glitter in his eyes years ago and just never got it out. His lips were pink, a nice pastel color that matched his dressing choices as if he was wearing lipstick. It occurred to Phil that maybe he was.
The boy was quiet, silently watching Phil and waiting for him to speak.
“Uh, hi,” Phil mumbled, slightly taken aback by what an affect Dan had on him just by looking at him. “I’m Phil.”
Phil held out his hand for Dan to shake and Dan stared at it for a moment before slowly shaking it, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I just, um… I see you here every day and I…” Phil cursed himself under his breath; he was usually much smoother than this but it didn’t help that the boy looked like a fucking angel and he was just staring at Phil like he had never seen a boy before. “I think you’re cute,” he muttered.
The angel was still for another moment before a gentle smile melted onto his features, and he tilted his head to the side just slightly, as if in question. Then something occurred to Phil.
“Can you… talk?” He asked, his brow furrowed curiously.
The boy paused before shaking his head slowly. Phil scooted closer on the bench, even more intrigued now.
“Are you… deaf? Or just shy…?” Phil blinked. “Sorry if I’m being offensive.”
The boy shook his head again, as if to assure him he wasn’t, before pulling his oversized sleeves over his hands and rocking slightly.
“Shy?” Phil repeated, and Dan nodded, before shrugging. His face suddenly lit up, and he held out a finger for Phil to wait a second.
He grabbed a pen out of his bag, nodding at Phil eagerly and Phil smiled, digging through his own bag and grabbing a notebook. He handed it to Dan, who took it, and began scribbling rapidly.
‘i haven’t talked for a really long time,’ the paper read. ‘i kind of forget why, but i know it’s partly shyness. it’s like my version of being a vegetarian, i can’t break it’
Phil laughed at that part, and the boy let out a quiet giggle.
“What’s your name?” Phil asked, and Dan wrote something on the page.
‘Dan Howell’ it read in careful cursive.
“Cute,” Phil mumbled, and Dan rolled his eyes.
'it’s not cute. it’s boring’
“No it’s not,” Phil argued after reading it, shaking his head. “I think the name Dan suits you, and the name Howell is cool.” Phil grinned widely. “You know what I would name my kid if it had your last name?”
Dan raised his eyebrows.
Phil smirked. “Wolf.”
Dan laughed without noise, shaking his head.
'oh, like wolf howell. i get it. ha ha very funny.’
Phil bit his lip, brushing black hair out of his eyes. “What music do you like?”
Dan smiled, picking up the pen.
'muse, mostly. do you like muse ?’
Phil laughed out loud, raising his eyebrows. “YOU like Muse?”
Dan nodded defensively, frowning softly and cocking his head to the side.
“Yeah, Muse is my favorite band actually,” Phil answered, shaking his head in shock.
'nice ! i like muse, you like muse, let’s be friends :)’
Phil smiled at that, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a grin.
“Yeah, let’s,” he muttered, pressing his lips together. “But i have to be honest, i came over here hoping for a bit more than friendship.”
Dan’s face instantly went red, and he held his sleeves up, covering his face. Phil chuckled. Dan picked up the pen and paper, avoiding Phil’s eyes as he wrote.
“Because you’re cute.” Phil shrugged. “Honestly i’m very interested in you. I wanna know what your deal is.”
'what my,,, deal is ?’
Phil laughed. “Yeah.”
Before he could say any more the bus arrived, and Dan stood up, throwing his pen back into his bag. Phil grabbed his notebook and his own bag.
“After you,” he muttered, letting Dan step up first. Dan smiled at him.
There weren’t enough seats for them to sit together so Dan sat two seats behind him; Phil wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t upset, especially because he got stuck with a very chatty first year. But finally they pulled up at their school, and he was able to escape.
He was at his locker when Dan approached him again, holding something out. Phil frowned, taking it; a folded slip of pink notebook paper. Dan smiled, walking away silently.
Phil unfolded it, dropping his bag so he could use both hands.
'here’s my number :)’ Under it was a phone number, written in very careful letters as if he was scared Phil wouldn’t be able to read it. 'also, wanna have lunch off campus today ?? i want to hear more about our future kid named wolf. xoxo , dan the weird pastel mute
2,402 words | fluff; warnings: none.
meeting at a coffee shop au + shin hoseok
a/n: ramen shop owner!wonho is a concept that most definitely needed to be written. and who knows? perhaps i might even take requests for this~
(i really have been considering taking requests after i’m done with the ones in my inbox. just like drabbles / companion pieces to things i’ve written like heaven is a place on earth, rule breakers, cave me in, etc.)
Love Me Do - top 5 favorite love songs? From Me To You - do you write letters? Thank You Girl - person in your life you’re most thankful for? She Loves You - favorite band? I’ll Get You - favorite solo artist? I Want To Hold Your Hand - right handed or left handed? This Boy - favorite instrument? Komm, Gib Mir Deine Hand (I Want To Hold Your Hand) - how many languages do you speak? Sie Liebt Dich (She Loves You) - favorite place you’ve been? Long Tall Sally - Height? I Call Your Name - last person you called? Slow Down - favorite song to drive to? Matchbox - do you smoke? I Feel Fine - song i like to listen to when I’m happy? She’s a Woman - top 5 favorite female singers? Bad Boy - top 5 favorite male singers? Yes It Is - best concert you’ve been to? I’m Down - song i like to listen to when I’m sad? We Can Work It Out - whats more important to you, peace or standing up for what you think is right? Paperback Writer - favorite book? Rain - favorite weather? Lady Madonna - are you religious? The Inner Light - sunrise or sunset? Hey Jude - artist you most want to meet/hang out with? Revolution - what song/album would you put on repeat right now? Get Back - old fad you wish would come back? Don’t Let Me Down - song that reminds you of a friend? The Ballad Of John And Yoko - favorite lyric? Old Brown Shoe - favorite outfit? Across The Universe- where do you want to travel to? Let It Be - last song you listened to so much that someone eventually made you turn it off? You Know My Name (Look Up The Number) - what would you name a son/daughter?
that feel when your incorporeal Dark Lord cbf coming up with a Cool Villain Name for his least fav follower X)
based on this post, and because I can’t get over learning that Asmodean literally means “Musician” in the official Wheel of Time companion book, I’m still flipping out poor Asmo, this is why I love you
Warnings: Rough-ish semi public sex, alcohol, drunken confessions, praise kink, light choking, some angst.
It usually wasn’t like this.
Usually, it started with a few mugs and Gaston’s drunken confessions of love or lust for chaser women around town. After a couple years, it became Belle whom he continuously confessed his love for, and their nights in the tavern became even more painful for Lefou. But he just gave his advice, got himself drunk too, and pretended later that Gaston had taken him home, not Marie, in place of Belle, from down the road.
Tonight, it was different. Something felt out of sorts, as if Gaston’s laughs were a little weaker, as if his thoughts were elsewhere. Sometimes, he had nights like this, Lefou noticed- sobriety within the many glasses of alcohol pounded back. These were the nights Gaston thought of the war, and the nights where Lefou found it most appropriate to retell stories of his military chivalry to all the villagers who knew the stories well, yet enjoyed them more each time.
But tonight, Lefou’s praise wasn’t affecting his friend the way it usually did… it could be because Gaston had faced another scathing rejection that day, or it could be because he was loosening up more than he normally let himself.
“Lefou,” Gaston proclaimed, slapping his friend on the shoulder, “You’re the best.” Lefou’s spirits skyrocketed- they always did when Gaston actually complimented him back- rare occurrence. “How is it that no girl has snatched you up yet?”
Lefou paused, watching his best friend’s eyes… how his long eyelashes would flutter on eyelids that periodically drooped. He watched his pink lips curling around the mug as he took another swig, and wondered how one man could be so stupidly handsome. Lefou’s eyes fell to the stubble around his mouth, up his jaw, up to his perfectly coiffed hair that never seemed out of place. Then, he allowed himself to gaze down over Gaston’s heaving chest, as Gaston was probably too drunk by now to notice. His shirt was open tonight in the heat, and Lefou noticed the small scar over the top of his right pectoral- he remembered that scar from war.
“Hm?” the tall, brawny man reminded Lefou of his question, and Lefou sat forward a little. Was this the right time to tell him?
Would it ever be?
“I don’t know, they say I’m clingy, but I don’t get it,” Lefou went with, biting his lip.
“Clingy?” Gaston repeated, a slight slur in his voice, “Mmm… I suppose I can see that.”
Lefou frowned a little, but Gaston let out a laugh, row of white teeth on display.
“In a good way.”
“Good… good to know,” Lefou tried to smile, chuckling awkwardly. Gaston had his hand on Lefou’s shoulder still, and his hand was rubbing deep ministrations into the tense muscle there.
“Lefou…” Gaston started again, almost hesitant this time, but eventually chose to polish off his beer instead of finishing.
Lefou continued to watch him closely, then started to rise. “Well, it’s getting late-“
“I love you so much, you know.”
Lefou just about spit his drink, falling back into his seat.
“Are you all… alright, Lefou?” Gaston asked, barely able to coherently comfort his friend in his state.
“I’m,” Lefou mumbled, suppressing his noises of utter disbelief and joy as Gaston rested his head on Lefou’s shoulder, nuzzling in closer. Lefou almost felt dirty for enjoying this, as if he was taking advantage of his friend’s drunken stupor to fulfill his own fantasy… but then again, he wasn’t exactly forcing Gaston to play with his hair like a lovesick boy. If that physical contact wasn’t enough, the tall hunter began to stroke his fingers across Lefou’s cheek, and took to playing with another errant curl falling there.
“I really think we should…” Lefou breathed, looking at the door, but he didn’t quite know how he wanted to end that sentence.
“So do I,” Gaston nodded, and stood up, grabbing Lefou by the hand. Lefou stammered something, and almost tripped over his feet as he followed Gaston to the door. They weren’t even ten feet out before Gaston grabbed Lefou by the wrists and slammed him up against the wall of the tavern.
“H-here?” Lefou murmured, looking around. It was dark, but not dark enough to protect Gaston’s reputation, in his opinion.
“Can’t wait,” Gaston simply replied by way of breathless heave, and tucked Lefou’s hair back to mouth along his neck.
“Okay, wow,” Lefou said softly. It appeared that he hadn’t been the only one harbouring frustration, or so he could tell by the intimidating bulge in Gaston’s breeches.
“Turn around,” Gaston whispered, and Lefou quickly did as he asked, shoving down the slight twinge of disappointment. What, you expected him to want you facing each other? he taunted himself, staring into each other’s eyes like Romeo and Juliet? Lefou then sighed in bliss as he felt his friend’s hardness rub against his hip from behind.
“Gaston-” Lefou began to murmur, but Gaston silenced him with fingers wrapping around his neck.
Lefou swallowed, anticipation eating him up, and when he did finally get his breeches down, he was as hard as Gaston, even more desperate.
“So lovely,” Gaston mused, voice low and rough with arousal as he dragged a finger along Lefou’s skin, “Can’t believe I haven’t had you at least once before.”
I’ve been right here in front of you this whole time, yours for the taking, Lefou wanted to scream, but this simply came out as an effeminately gasped, “Take me, Gaston.”
Lefou was again silenced by the strong grip around his neck. He could hear the sounds of Gaston taking himself out of his pants and spitting in his hand, and craved to turn and look at what he imagined having nearly every night. But, he remained pressed against the wall, Gaston’s fingers slowly teasing him and-
“Ohhhh,” the smaller man managed, and Gaston smirked behind him, stretching his friend’s hole. He was tight, but not as tight as some of the virgins he had fucked… Gaston got the impression that Lefou must understand himself enough to know what he needed to do for pleasure.
The ex-captain let out a low hum, lining himself up as best he could with somewhat double vision. He then ripped open Lefou’s waistcoat hungrily and pulled down his shirt to reveal his bare shoulder, and sank his teeth into the soft flesh there. A couple of villagers came stumbling out of the tavern, so Gaston reached around to hold his hand over Lefou’s mouth. When they were gone, he let go, and Lefou arched his back as Gaston probed him further open.
“How am I doing?” Gaston slurred, and Lefou almost laughed. Even in the heat of the moment, the man needed praise and validation.
“So good,” he panted, and, confidence sufficiently bolstered, Gaston finally smirked and pushed in. Lefou shrieked a little, then remembered to keep his voice down.
“Is this what I’ve been missing?” Gaston murmured, moaning softly as his head rolled back, and Lefou squeezed his eyes shut, wanting so badly to believe this wasn’t the alcohol talking. Soon, the two had a rhythm going- Gaston pounded in full force, Lefou loving every minute of it. This was all he ever wanted…
This, possibly, and something a little more; something Lefou doubted Gaston could give, but after tonight’s miracle, he’d be willing to believe enchanted teapots really did exist.
“How about now?” Gaston asked, as Lefou was once again shoved against the stone wall with a thrust.
“Mmm, but what would you do if I did stop?” Gaston asked hazily, quirking a sexy brow, “If I left you like this, hard and begging for me?”
“I…” Lefou moaned, “Please don’t…“
"What would you do?”
“I'd… hit you.”
“You’d hit me?” Gaston asked, amused.
“Yes,” Lefou growled, pushing back into Gaston’s next thrust defiantly, and the tall man groaned at the flash of disobedience. “Please may I come now, sir?” Lefou asked, and Gaston’s jaw clenched in arousal at the title. After a minute, he spoke.
“Lefou, we’re dearest of friends,” Gaston smiled wickedly, “We confide in one another, have lived through hell together. Address me as you would. Say my name. I know you want to.”
“Oh, Gaston,” Lefou said desperately, gasping as he felt himself approach.
“Yes, that’s it,” Gaston coaxed, his brow furrowing as he felt himself begin to throb as well. Lefou felt Gaston’s cock pulsing inside of him, so he decided to finish the job with a bang.
“You are the greatest lover I’ve ever taken, Gaston. You’re huge, you’re fast, like a predator and I love it, I love you claiming me like I’m nothing but game.” His fists tightened as he slammed them into the wall. “And everyone knows who comes out on top when you accept a challenge.” Gaston’s thrusts were beginning to speed up, and Lefou grinned, knowing what it did to the man. “I’m so lucky to feel your big cock inside of me, filling me up like this. Anyone would be so lucky.”
Gaston let out a feral growl, and tugged Lefou’s hair back. Lefou let out his own shaky moan, and came against the wall in spurts. Gaston felt Lefou’s orgasm, how his friend shuddered under his touch like just another brothel maid but different, and that pushed him over the edge as well.
After they had come down, Gaston softened and pulled out. Lefou righted himself, wiping off the wall and pulling his ripped waistcoat back up over his shoulder to cover the bite marks and hickeys- he didn’t even want to think of the stitching nightmare this would be. Gaston buttoned up his breeches, taking a deep, satisfied breath, and ran a hand through his hair. He seemed to have sobered up much more now, and Lefou gazed into his eyes hopefully, offering a small smile. Gaston took his hands, and Lefou waited expectantly for the confession. They stared at each other, Gaston almost, almost leaning down to brush their lips together… then his grip tightened, a cold scowl developing on his lips.
“Let me get one thing straight,” he said quietly, “Belle is the woman I’m going to marry.”
With that, he looked around, and set off home. Left alone in the moonlight with Gaston’s markings all over his body and the evidence of their intimacy dripping out of him, Lefou watched him leave, and straightened his back.
“Belle is the woman he’s going to marry,” he told himself, “But I’m the man he’s going to fuck.”
Going his own way home, Lefou slicked his own hair back just as Gaston had, smiled assuredly, and convinced himself that’s truly all he wanted.
You’re on YouTubers React to Kpop and you’re their favorite YouTuber (Shinee)
I’m using 1of1
Onew: -’Oh is this from like the 90′s’ you would say as you looked at the quality. You would start dancing to it. By the end when they were asking questions you got really into it ‘I know I will be checking out the first group you showed me. They look amazing’- “maybe she will become a huge fan of our’s then. I hope so”
Jonghyun: -As soon as you realized what group it was you looked at your partner on your channel and go ‘Shinee’s Back’ but they had no idea what you were going on about. ‘Brown haired Jonghyun though ’ would leave your mouth as you made a face- “she knows my name”
Key: -you were on the first reaction video where you watched Lucifer and being back again you were really happy to see Shinee again ‘I do have to say Shinee is amazing’ you would say by the end of the video- “I can’t believe she remembers who we are”
Minho: -you would instantly start concentrating. ‘The rapper stands out so much. I like him’ you would say as you chuckle ‘they look like they have fun’ you continue. ‘I will probably get so into Kpop it’s all I’m gonna be able to talk about’ you say- “she noticed me the most. I’m glad”
Taemin: -you would be sitting there as soon as the videos start for them you yelled ‘Taemin! I freakin love him’ when you saw who it was. He was instantly touched that you knew who he was- “she’s a fan of mine? Oh wow”
“Could you maybe write some type of soulmate thing with Warren? I absolutely
love your stories!!” and “Warren soulmate thing? Where like some people are
born with marks that represent their soulmate in some way, and you have wings
on your back and Warren has something somewhere that goes with your mutation,
like if the reader had electrokinesis or something he would have a lightning
I am a sucker for soulmate AUs. Also, this is a really interesting concept, and
I really like it. Reader has plant powers, just because I think it might be
confusing for Warren with Storm and all. Like she has Electric powers and you
wouldn’t want things getting mixed up, you feel?
Living in a mutant fight club was hell. Every
day, Warren was forced to fight mutant after mutant. Some of them walked away
fine. Others…not so much. And sometimes, he
was the one that got hurt. It was no way to live, but one thing got him through
the long days and lonely nights. The marks on his arm.
Yes, Warren was a mutant, it was true. He had
giant, magnificent wings, but he also had soulmate marks. They were etched into
his arms, trailing upwards from the veins in his wrists. Leafy vines, twisting
and turning, a few flowers here and there.
He stared at them before he went to bed,
often tracing them gently with his fingers when he was alone. It was his
solace. His safe place. When he was thinking of his soulmate, whoever and
wherever she was, he felt like all of this trouble was worth it if it meant he
got to meet her eventually.
And then Apocalypse came. Warren was broken,
sad, alone, and Apocalypse had scooped him up, tempted him into doing his
bidding. But after Warren was rescued, he went with the others, to Xavier’s
School for Gifted Youngsters.
It was one of his first days there. He walked
through the courtyard, surrounded by his new friends. And then he saw you. You
were standing under the biggest tree on the campus, arms wide open. Your back
was to him, and on your back, etched into the skin under your green dress was a
very distinct pair of feathery wings. He broke into a run, leaving the others
behind as he ran to meet you.
“Warren, where are you going?” asked Scott,
but he spotted the marks on your back. It was you. Warren’s soulmate.
Warren stopped, standing just behind you. He
took a breath, running his fingers through his curly blonde locks and puffing
out his muscular chest. He straightened out the sleeves of his leather jacket.
Finally, he reached forward and tapped your shoulder.
You turned around. He gasped softly, taken
aback by how beautiful you were. But he was also scared, terrified beyond
words. Would you like him for him? Metal wings and all? Or would you reject him
as everyone in his life had before the Mansion?
“Hi,” you smiled, greeting him. Suddenly,
your smile faded and your eyes went wide. “Oh my God, you’re…you’re my…” you
started tearing up. Here it was. The rejection. Warren’s shoulders fell, preparing
for the worst.
And then you hugged him. It was a tight,
nearly bone-crushing hug, but he loved it more than words could describe.
“You have no idea…” you sobbed gently, tears
of joy streaming down your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting to meet you.”
“Aww, don’t cry.” He held you tight, rubbing
your back. He smiled, one of his first real smiles in a long, long time. “I’m sorry
it took me so long to find you.”
“I always knew you would come,” you
whispered. “Oh my God, I don’t even know your name.”
“Warren,” he introduced. “What’s yours?”
“(Y/N),” you replied. “I just…I want to know
everything about you.”
“Well, now we have all the time in the world.”
he chuckled. You peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, smiling
brightly. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe the most beautiful girl
in the entire world was wrapped up in his arms and kissing him relentlessly.
After all of the pain, all of the fighting, all of the loss, the war, you were
here and everything would be better.
Later that night, you were laying on top of
him on one of the many couches at the Mansion. Your fingers traced his muscles.
He watched you, smiling softly.
“I never imagined in all of that, that I
would ever find you.” Warren whispered, one of his hands stroked your cheek. “I
wish you could have seen my wings before. They were beautiful.”
You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.
You gently rubbed his cheek with your thumb.
“Warren, everything about you is beautiful,”
you told him.
“I love you so much.” he pressed a long, tender
kiss to your forehead.
“I love you too,” you smiled, scanning his
face before you kissed him full on the lips.
Warren knew one thing for certain. He would
never get enough of this.
Summary: He decided this was the girl he would never let go. [College!AU]
Note: Written for @stardresss for Valentine’s exchange fic. I initially plan to put Gajevy as side pairing, but I
got carried away and I ended up writing way too long that I can’t afford to put
side pairings anymore. In fact, I can write longer for this fic just for NaLu
but let’s not get there LOL. I had so much fun writing this. So here’s your NaLu college AU! Hope you enjoy. Happy Valentine, from your viva
More smut prompts… This time it’s just dialogue based!
“I want you… to touch me…” “Just tell me where” “Right there”
*Kisses her on the wrist* “You know what that means right?” “Yes, my desire for you has never left.”
“You’re Drunk…” “But, I still want you”
*Walks in on MC/Guy masturbating* *clears throat* So, This is what you do on your spare time??
“I want to try something new…” “Like what?”
“I’ve… Never done this before…” “Don’t worry I’ll be gentle”
*MC walks in with a maid/bunny/etc outfit on* “Do you like it? I wore it just for you”
“I can’t sleep…” “Well, maybe I could help”
*MC sits on Guy’s lap and whispers seductively in his ear* “So… Tell me… Daddy… What did you want to do to me?”
“I heard you moaning in your sleep” “No… I wasn’t…” “Uh, yeah you were… You were telling me to give it to you harder”
“Your eyes, your lips… You make me want you without even trying”
“My parents are in the next room” “Then keep your voice down… Though I doubt you can…”
“Your body is so soft… I just want to caress it…” “Then why don’t you?”
“Your moans… Your screams… are like music to my ears” “Then make me scream more…”
“I’ve been obsessed with you since I first laid eyes on you…” “And why is that?” “I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to make you scream my name… your body trembling under me… Your eyes filled with tear as you–” “Okay… I think I get it…”
“This was what you wanted right?” “Yeah keep going…”
*MC and Your Guy is at dinner with friends/family* “You couldn’t wait?” “No… But, it seems you couldn’t either… You’re so wet”
*MC and Your Guy is standing in a crowded elevator* “What are you doing?” “Just be quiet and give into me”
“You’re nothing but a distraction… Remember that…” “And, I’m completely okay with that”
*MC is scared of thunder/lightning* “I can take your mind off of it…” “How?”