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bratkook · 3 years

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not yet. jjk

not yet, almost, right now pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, some angst, pg-13 word count. 4.1k warnings. mentions of infidelity, some feelings come to light, unrequited pining, spur of the moment kissing, light grinding on the dance floor, jungkook pops a boner and wants to cry</3 summary. jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship note. this is based off a request sent a while back for numbers #43 and #67 from this prompt list! (i think this might turn into a small drabble series...mayhaps)

Jungkook can spot your discomfort easily, the occasional colorful light bouncing off your face showing him the flash of anger in your eyes. The only reason he’s not currently running for the hills, knowing very well how mean you can get when angry, is because your glare isn’t being sent at him. Not yet at least.

Because of this, he allows himself to enjoy the cute way your nose scrunches up, lips twisting in displeasure as you stare at the crowd of people, eyes locked onto an unlucky bystander. Honestly, he wishes he could hear your thoughts, wanting to know exactly what has your panties in a bunch, ruining your mood instead of letting you enjoy the expensive fruity drink he had just bought you as payment for allowing him to drag you out of the house. Jungkook isn’t a mind reader though, so he decides on his next best option.

“Who’s got you looking all sour?” he sighs, resting his elbow on the counter of the bar as he inches closer to you, head at your level in an attempt to match your line of sight.

“Him,” you seethe, brows pinching together, showing those light wrinkles in between them, a product of how expressive you were and definitely something Jungkook always teases you about.

Jungkook can only hum in question, eyes squinting in the low light as he attempts to find the him you’re talking about. With a slight turn of your head, you’re inches from Jungkook’s cheek, the obvious look of confusion etched onto his soft features letting you know he was absolutely lost. With a soft huff your fingers are gripping his cheeks and moving his face in the right direction, free hand pointing as discreetly as you could to the man in question.

You know he spots him, you can feel his jaw tense underneath your grip. What you don’t feel is the sudden guilt that fills him up, sloshing in his stomach and mixing with the liquor he just drank until he feels a little queasy. Jungkook instantly regrets coaxing you out of your little dungeon with the promise of cheering you up. If he had known the spawn of satan–dubbed your ex boyfriend and also the reason why you were in a downward spiral–would be here, he would have just let you rot in your bed like you originally wanted.

“Do you wanna go?” he mutters out, cheeks still squished by your slowly tightening grip, and he begins to accept the fact that you might just break his jaw right now. It’s fine, he thinks, he deserves it.

“No,” you grunt stubbornly, fingers finally releasing him as you turn back around and choose to face the endless amount of bottles behind the bar. He may be the reason you were currently on a never ending cycle of watching sad, heartbreaking chick-flicks from the early 2000’s, dumping you with the lame excuse that you two were on different paths and he just wasn’t ready for commitment. It’s something you accepted, albeit jaw tense and eye twitching as you did so, but you figured you would eventually find your way back to each other.

Your mind was warped, believing you were meant to be, that this was just a mere bump in the road that you would laugh at together in the future.

That is, until he blocked you on all social media, and you had to hear from your best friend that he had moved on days later and was now with some blonde-haired, fresh faced, supermodel-esque woman that you could not get yourself to hate. Instead you took to endlessly scrolling through her instagram while you stuffed your face with milk chocolate and questioned why you had ever convinced yourself that you had a future with him.

“Good, he’s a dick and you shouldn’t let him ruin your night.” Jungkook grumbles, slinging his arm around you as you hold your forgotten drink by your lips. He had seen your relationship with Hajoon play out from the very beginning, knowing slightly more intimate details than he would like considering you were next door neighbors and happened to share a wall between your bedrooms.

The friendship you had with Jungkook blossomed right after you moved in four years ago, friendly neighborly talks morphing into actual conversations, and eventually inviting each other into your apartments where you would attempt to beat him at any game you had in your Nintendo switch. It was a great dynamic, providing the two of you with a sense of relief after your busy days at work.

Unfortunately, the second you got with Hajoon was the end of any of those playful matches, your ex’s jealousy making you distance yourself in an attempt to keep your relationship at bay.

Jungkook can’t say he didn’t see it coming, having heard the way you’d cry anytime you had an argument and your ex would leave, slamming the door behind him so hard Jungkook’s walls would rattle. It had become such a common occurence it was a shock he hadn’t marched out of his house, met Hajoon in the hall, and gave him a clean right hook in your honor.

He was secretly hoping you’d break up with the jerk for your own good–and maybe for his own personal reasons too. Your ex was right in being wary of Jungkook, knowing the way a boy's mind worked, sensing Jungkook’s feelings for you in a way you were too blind to see. Jungkook wasn’t a dick though, he could tell you wanted your relationship to work so he kept his distance.

When weeks went by without the sight of him he began to think you finally did it, a call for celebration that made him want to go over to your place to challenge you for a friendly match of Mario Kart like you used to.

Until he ran into you in the hall and took note of what a mess you were, his smile falling from his face when he saw how defeated you looked.

Your shameful confirmation that you had been royally dumped made his heart twist for you, his selfless tendencies urging him to help you feel better in any way he could. You were thankful for it, grateful that he was keeping you company while you moped around, providing you with just the right amount of distraction to allow you to breathe and slowly heal.

Honestly, today would have been just another day if it wasn’t what was supposed to be your two year anniversary. The second Jungkook heard the telltale sounds of The Notebook starting up in your bedroom—something he hadn’t heard through the drywall separating your rooms in weeks—is when he knew something was up.

Jump to: now.

With Jungkook looking sheepish and wishing he had chosen another bar, and you gripping the cup so hard it was a shock it hadn’t shattered in your grasp.

“He’s with her,” you whisper out harshly, head downcast, swirling the liquid around in your glass as you force yourself not to look back at them. The vision of them coddled up in the corner, her arms wrapped around his while she laughed at whatever he whispered in her ear had stung enough the first time, you weren’t jealous but the pain still lingered inside of you..

“Just try to ignore him. Don’t let it bother you,” he attempts to reassure you, the bass of the music muffling the way you try to deny the fact that you’re clearly upset, his attention now elsewhere.

Jungkook takes a chance and looks back once more, eyes narrowed as he searches for Hajoon in the crowd. He spots him with more ease the second time, seeing the way he lazily drinks from his glass while the blonde rests her head on his shoulder, lips moving as she tells him something that makes him smile.

“Oh shit,” Jungkook chokes, eyes widening slightly in shock when Hajoon meets his gaze. He’s been caught, too late for him to avert his eyes and pretend he wasn’t blatantly staring. He can only give him a tight-lipped smile that he hopes doesn’t come across as an invitation to come say hello.

“What?” you question, turning to stare at Jungkook and seeing the look on his face, doe eyes swirling with a mix of emotions.

“He saw me,” he speaks through clenched teeth, lips barely moving as he does so, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“What?” you repeat harshly, setting the drink back down as your palms grow clammy, finger tugging at your shirt’s neckline when the air becomes thick and stuffy.

“Oh fuck, he’s coming.” Jungkook throws back the remainder of his drink, grimacing at the burn lingering in the back of his throat before placing the cup down. “Just follow along,” he whispers into your ear, standing tall as Hajoon approaches the two of you.

He’s ballsy, Jungkook will give him that, more so when he completely ignores Jungkook in favor of calling out your name.

“Y/N, oh my god is that you?”

Jungkook can’t stop the way he glares at the bastard, not even the small jab to his side that you deliver with your elbow is enough to wipe the look off his face. Still, you pause to breathe, shutting your eyes briefly before plastering a look of surprise on your features as you turn around to face him.

“Hajoon, what are you doing here?” Your voice has risen a few octaves, pitch surpassing the normal customer service voice and entering unhinged and borderline crazed territory. Hajoon doesn’t notice though, and neither does the girl strapped to his side, the two of them smiling at you and not giving Jungkook a glance.

“Oh, we’re just celebrating our four month anniversary.” The girl finally speaks up, giving Hajoon a kiss to the cheek and completely missing the way your face instantly falls. Her innocent statement has you coming to the sudden realization that this son of a bitch had been cheating on you for the last two months of your relationship.

Jungkoon spots it easily though, can sense the way your body tenses up beside him, no doubt will the rage flare up in the form of hot tears spilling over and onto your cheeks soon. One look at Hajoon’s pleased face is enough to not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing the way he affects you.

“Young love,” Jungkook sighs, long arm pulling you into his side obnoxiously, seeing the way Hajoon eyes the two of you carefully. “I can relate. We’ve been together for...what is it again babe, five months?”

Hajoon doesn’t even attempt to be discreet, eyes bulging out and fist curling at his side. He had hated Jungkook the second he met him, intimidated by his physique and the way he made you laugh with ease, threatened by him in every sense. It was the reason he told you to cut ties with him, his fragile ego not trusting your neighbor, fully convinced all Jungkook would have to do was beckon you over for you to leave him.

Any man would feel threatened by him, just looking at him now with his long hair framing his face, the challenging glimmer in his eyes as he gauges the other’s reaction. Hajoon follows Jungkook’s arm, seeing how it snakes around your body and settles with his palms curling around your waist, fingers gently squeezing your skin.

Jungkook chuckles when Hajoon meets his gaze once more, free hand adjusting the yellow tinted sunglasses perched on his head—something that should make him look like an A class douchebag, because who the hell brings shades to a fucking club. But like all things, Jungkook makes it work.

All of this tied in with that small, white lie, makes Hajoon’s head spin in a jealous whirlwind. It was fine and dandy if he cheated on you but how dare you give him the same treatment, with your neighbor of all people.

“Five months?” He bites first, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you.

The insecurity is written all over his face, it almost makes him shrink in size and for some reason it fills you with confidence. You stand taller now, sliding your own arm around Jungkook’s side as you nuzzle into him.

“Almost six.” Those two words are the nails into his coffin of insecurity, probably increasing his trust issues for years to come, but considering it was no longer your problem, you don’t care.

“Wow, almost half a year. That’s so cute, isn’t it?” His girlfriend coos, perfectly manicured hand placed over her chest, totally missing the way Hajoon looks like a kicked puppy.

Now that he doesn’t have the one up, he’s no longer interested in sticking around, the gross green monster perched on his shoulder laughing at his misfortune.

“Adorable,” he grunts out. “We should get back to our table. It was nice seeing you.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before walking away, his girlfriend giving you a small wave before following behind him. The growing distance between you makes your muscles relax, sagging in relief as you release Jungkook’s side and hunch over the sticky bar.

“I think I'm gonna puke,” you groan out, eyes going crossed when you feel Jungkook rest two fingers against your lips, sending him a questionable stare.

“Please don’t, that drink was expensive. You’re only allowed to hurl as the grand finale of the night, and we’re just getting started.”

Jungkook smiles when you shut your eyes and groan, your mood was already down in the dumps, and despite the small rush you got from putting Hajoon in his place, you were still craving the comfort of your bed. “Can we go?”

The bartender proceeds to place a glass of water in front of you, assuming your slumped state was due to intoxication and not the gross remnants of running into an ex-boyfriend. You grab the glass regardless, taking a big gulp of the cool liquid and sighing when it helps calm you down.

“If you really want to go we can, but at least try to loosen up.” His smile is genuine, cheeks pushed out as he looks down at you with kind eyes. “We’ll stay on the opposite side, and if you’d still rather watch the Notebook for the millionth time, we can do that.”

With a half-hearted groan you nod, allowing Jungkook to order another round of drinks for you to enjoy before eventually dragging you out onto the dance floor. He knows how to keep the atmosphere up, goofy smile on his lips as he bobs his head along to the loud beat, hands clasped with yours and wiggling in time to the music.

“You love this song,” he manages to say through the noise, pulling you closer as he settles into a spot on the decently packed floor. You couldn’t even deny it, he heard just how often you played it through the paper thin walls. That playlist full of hit 2000’s songs was your guilty pleasure, and it was the main reason he had decided to bring you to this club on their themed night.

Jungkook was attentive, he knew so much about you and played it off casually, always listening to things you say you enjoy, storing them into a folder labeled under your name and shoved into a very important part of his brain.

You knew he was trying his best to get you to enjoy yourself, so you give in, beginning to sing along to the lyrics of an old song that brought back a flood of memories that made you smile back at him. Jungkook feels the first burst of success bloom inside him, joining in with your singing, raising up your clasped hands as you begin dancing.

The smile doesn’t leave his face as he stares down at you, the few drinks you’ve had loosening you up and allowing you to push the earlier thoughts away. He feels mesmerized, eyes locked onto you, the flash of colors painting your skin, illuminating you in alternating shades of purple and blue. His heart does that annoying thing where it skips and stutters in his chest, mouth drying up as you drop your head back and sway your hips, slowly loosening the grip in your hands and turning around until your back is dangerously close to his chest.

Jungkook’s hands hover in the air for a moment, panic over taking his brain as he tries to remain calm. He could do this—he has done this before—the two of you would go clubbing before you got with your ex, and dancing definitely played a big part of it. So why was his brain short circuiting?

Sure your ass was brushing up against his crotch with each sway of your hips, but you were dancing, so his mind and his dick could fuck right off. He shakes his head to clear any dirty thoughts as his hands loosely grip your hips, testing the water, and when you smile and look back at him he feels less wary and sways his hips in time with yours.

You can feel his chest brush against your back, breath fanning along your skin from his close proximity, only getting closer when you lift an arm back and hold his shoulder to pull him tighter against you. The heat sticks to your skin, thin shirt dampening with sweat from the warmth of the bodies around you, everyone in their own state of drunkenness as the bass flowed through their chests.

Going out like this had been something you missed, used to frequenting the bars and clubs by your apartment with your friends and Jungkook, something that came to a halt because your ex claimed he hated that kind of scene. Something that was clearly a lie considering he was here now, enjoying himself as him and his new girlfriend danced along.

You didn’t realize when he made his way onto the dance floor, enough distance separating you, but now that you had spotted him you feel like he’s way too close for comfort. In a similar position to you and Jungkook, Hajoon is free to look around while his girlfriend dances on him, eyes locked onto you with a smirk that makes your skin crawl.

Jungkook is too lost in the music to notice where your attention has gone, earlier effects of the alcohol settling into his bloodstream, warming him up in that familiar way he welcomes. When the song changes, flowing into the next bass heavy anthem, you turn around in his grasp, giving him a brief glance before your hands are gripping his cheeks and bringing him down into a messy kiss.

This is definitely something he’s never done with you before.

A muffled sound of confusion is swallowed by you as he quickly falls into the motion, large palms gripping your hips, slowly sliding up your back before lightly tangling into your hair to deepen the kiss. Jungkook can taste the liquor on your tongue, mixing with his own as your tongue slips between his lips. He has no idea what came over you but his racing heart and buried crush don’t let him question it, soft lips smacking with yours, not heard between the thrumming music.

Your fingers feel the warmth of his cheeks, how he blushes into the kiss but you attribute it to the alcohol pumping through him. Harsh breaths fan across your face as he groans, lightly pulling back for a gasp of air but you don’t allow it. “No, don’t pull away. Not yet.”

And who is he to argue with that, blindly letting you bring your lips back together in a messy kiss. Your small pleas for him to continue has all the blood rushing to his cock, the ache felt in his jeans when it starts to harden, pressing into the denim uncomfortably and only getting worse when you gently bite down onto his lip before inching back.

“Is he still looking?” you question, breath jagged as you peer up at Jungkook’s dazed expression.

“What?” he dumbly replies, lips swollen and shiny, eyes still focused on your own as he makes an attempt to reconnect your lips. But then your question dawns on him, like a bucket of ice cold water, it sobers him up instantly. Is he still looking?

This was all for show.

“He’s on the far right.” You motion your head in the direction and observe his face when his eyes move over to check if Hajoon was in fact still there. He does spot him heading out in a hurry though, girlfriend trailing behind him as he exits the club entirely

“No, just saw him leave.” Jungkook clears his throat, fingers slipping out of your hair and settling down over your back just like before. He hopes his solemn expression isn’t amplified by the lights flashing across his face, trying his best to act unaffected, as if he didn’t just pop a boner on the dance floor over a revenge make-out session.

Luckily you don’t spot his fallen expression, a wide smile spreading across your face in victory, happy that you had successfully put him in his place.

“I’m so sorry for kissing you.” You gasp in realization, unknowingly pouring salt in the wound when you act as if kissing him was something you would never do if it wasn’t in an attempt to piss off your ex.

“No, it’s okay,” he waves off and smiles, eyes glancing over to the bar once more. Jungkook needed a drink, maybe five—actually he wouldn’t mind going home and watching The Notebook now, that would surely give him a reason to cry with no questions asked.

He starts to walk back to the bar with you by his side, the sad look you had earlier entirely gone, replaced with a giddy smile and a pep in your step, so he can��t say he's too upset.

“God, you should’ve seen how mad he looked when he saw us dancing together,” you giggle, standing inches from him as he orders another drink. Before he can respond, you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in for a hug.

A hug, really?

Still, Jungkook sighs and wraps his own arms around your waist, a defeated smile on his face that he hides as he lets his chin rest over your head. The dip in his head makes the yellow tinted frames fall over his eyes and when he pulls back you snort at the visual, finger gently poking the bridge of them.

“You look good in those.”

His drink gets placed in front of him then, giving him a good excuse to avoid stumbling over his words from your compliment, choosing to take a gulp of the hard liquor, wincing when it burns his throat. “Thank you,” he rasps out, grimacing at the taste and it just makes you giggle.

“I should be thanking you. You need to be my fake boyfriend more often.”

Even more salt poured into his wound, topped with a dash of lemon juice in the form of your playful smile and nudge to his ribs, it stings. His heart ache in his chest, more so when he realizes his stupid boner was still going strong. Thankfully the dark lights prevent you from seeing it, the last thing he needed was further embarrassment.

The yellow frames are placed back over his head as he takes another sip, nodding along to your statement with what he hopes comes across as a genuine smile on his lips once he sets his cup down. “Anytime you want Y/N.”

“I know this night didn’t end with the grand finale of me puking, but do you wanna go home and watch movies? No sappy romance ones, I'm not in the mood for crying anymore.”

He finishes his drink with ease, quickly closing his tab as he agrees. “Yeah, just let me go to the bathroom real quick.”

You might not be in the mood for crying but he definitely was; he also needed to handle the situation in his jeans, and what better night to stoop this low than tonight. His own version of a grand finale coming in the form of jerking off in the dirty bar bathroom while maybe shedding a tear or two.

“Okay! I’ll call an uber,” you announce cheerfully, allowing him to walk away as you settle onto one of the sticky bar stools.

Jungkook’s chest feels heavy as he walks to the bathroom, slipping into the small room and locking the door behind him. His forehead rests against the dirty door, eyes falling shut with a groan. He wishes he had the guts to confess to his crush, needing to push the fear of ruining the friendship away from his mind, wanting to gather possible clues that could indicate that you might feel the same.

One day, but not yet.

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lizadale · 2 years

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Sorry this ask kinda got long

I was looking up how names were translated across languages on the Mario wiki the other day, and I found that while the chaos heart generally is called the chaos/dark heart everywhere, the original Japanese name had a an additional piece as it’s called the Love Power of Chaos. Which actually makes more sense to me considering that the pure hearts/purity heart represent pure love. The chaos heart doesn’t represent chaos in general- but chaotic/destructive love, which also explains why a marriage between Peach and Bowser could summon the Chaos Heart because it wasn’t a union of true love between them and likely couldn’t happen any way other than unwillingly.

Which in turn makes me understand better why luigi is a good host for the chaos heart, because often he’s not getting good relationships with those around him, toads insult him and belittle him for being less than mario, his partners in his own adventure come along out of obligation/anger/absentmindedness and often think lowly of him (unlike Mario who’s partners all liked or cared for him generally), people tend to sweet talk him/play him for a sucker and ditch. While Mario and Luigi are close brothers luigi still secretly admits to feeling overshadowed and left behind, and peach while a good friend likely prioritizes/is closer to Mario just by nature of more rescues and I’m sure there’s a level of third wheeling there at times when they’re all hanging out.

Also makes sense why the man in green is said to choose which prophecy comes true, the light or dark, because luigi isn’t necessarily a bad person, but he’s been treated badly by so many his heart is likely conflicted, making it a good host for the chaos heart’s own brand of love power. Perhaps because he isn’t quite a villain/bad person, luigi could reign in the chaos heart’s power- bc not everyone with unhealthy love habits is a terrible person and luigi likely could have worked on expressing the power in a healthy-ish manner or something.

Not that we’d know because Dimentio jumped in and tried his best to commander the thing for his own uses, which messed up the luigi/chaos heart fusion in the process, giving us the final boss

you get iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

i always thought the original name for the Chaos Heart was interesting, so i like to depict the CH as 'misunderstood' by a lot of characters. it's viewed as being this really dark negative thing, but in reality it's got more of a neutral alignment... Chaos is chaos. there's both good and bad chaos. which runs along with the theme that Luigi is also neutral, and can sway without warning toward one path or the other

this is why i wish there was a good, more detailed translation from the original japanese, because i feel like the localizations have unnecessarily changed things (where are Dimentio's "~<3"s at the end of his sentences??? why doesn't Mimi talk like a gang member?). plus you get things like how in the english version Mimi's diary details a crush on Count Bleck, while in the japanese version her crush was on Dimentio. like why the change?? makes you wonder what else is "lost in translation"

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sailor-manga · 3 years

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First Kiss HC’S! [Date edition]

A/N I was feeling sawft, and I wanted to do something cute so yeah.. That’s really it- Hope you like it :D Doing four now and four more tomorrow and if you guys like it I’ll do others too <3 Also you get a sneak peek of the lovely banners that @queensynderella made me for my masterlist hehe <3

Warnings: Freaking CUUUUTENESSSS

✴ First off, it really depends on what the mood is in terms of Midoriya making the first move or not. If it’s a date planned by him and if executed perfectly, you best believe he’s going to seal a perfect night with a kiss.

✴ Treating you to a movie night with your favorite snacks, sets the perfect mood and gives you two the perfect privacy for him to do the old big yawn trick to slip his arm around your shoulders, and if you put your head on him? That arm is slipping right down to wrap around your waist, keeping you as close as he can.

✴ At first you can feel him trembling a little bit, but as you two sit there intertwined in each other, it stops and soon you feel a small nudge against your hair, when you look up he’s staring at you with those gorgeous emerald hues. You ask “What’s wrong?” and he simply chuckles “Nothing is wrong, you’re just beautiful is all..” he’d say softly, his breath faintly caressing your cheeks.

✴ That’s his opening, because once you’re flustered from such a genuine statement, he leans in and captures your lips, causing you to let one singular gasp escape from your nostrils. His lips are soft, and faintly taste of buttered popcorn from your snacks. At first you’re a little stunned, you didn’t give the male much credit in terms of making the first move, but you’re genuinely into it.

✴ Soon a hand would come up and caress your hair, and he would tilt his head to deepen it just for a moment before pulling away and pressing a forehead against yours, just sitting with you in silence while the movie plays in the background, making you finally lean forward and hug into him, resting your head against his chest.

✴ IF the date isn’t perfect like he wanted, he would be more sulky and you would make the first move, leaning up and pecking his lips sweetly “It’s okay, Midoriya~ I still enjoyed myself and I hope to do this again” you’d say with a smile, causing the male to ignite into a gorgeous yet vivid rose color “R-Really?? Of course! I would like to as well..”

✴ A first kiss with Bakugou could go so many different ways, but the way I’m seeing it.. After countless days of the bakusquad pestering him, he finally agreed to take you out. There had always been odd tension between you two, it was clear as fucking day that you two were into each other, but both stubborn in your own ways.

✴ For someone who was forced to do this, the date is actually nicely planned out. He knows you’re into nerd shit, so he takes you to a few game stores as well as a small bar that is also a really cool retro arcade. Regardless of how much he’s telling you that he doesn’t want to be here, he kindly pays and gets quarters for you, and idly stands behind you, watching you play games- and at some point, he becomes oddly curious and decides to be your player two.

✴ Once he’s finally starting to feel comfortable, you two go out to eat and surprisingly, while you two are walking into the diner, he grabs your hand and walks with you rather than behind you.

✴ Once again, the male surprises you and sits next to you in the booth rather than across from you, and the first thing the over confident blonde does is rest a hand on your thigh, his thumb carefully gliding against the fabric of your pants, but it doesn’t seem malicious.. He actually starts to talk about his day, his training routines and dealing with the Bakusquad which earned quite a bit of laughs.

✴ As you two eat, you get up the nerve to ask him why he had to be pestered to ask you out and of course he has nothing but excuses “I’m working hard to surpass stupid Deku- I don’t need girls standing in my way” or “Listen dumb ass, you could have asked me out too!” he’d bark, causing you to look down a little.. You knew that regardless of what he said you were both confused, but one thing you did know was you liked him.

✴ By the time it was for you two to say goodnight to each other, you’d both stand in front of your door and he would stare down at you like you did something wrong “What” you’d say blinking softly “This is the part where you kiss me goodnight, I paid for you all night it’s the least I should get” he would say with a scoff. You would huff and cross your arms “You know.. That SHOULD be your job..” you’d say, lifting a finger to scold him, but he seals the deal, leaning forward and pulling you close, smashing his lips against yours a little roughly, but the kiss itself is as sweet as can be.

✴ This kiss would last a little longer than the ‘standard’ first date kiss, because of the blonde aggressively shoving his tongue into your mouth, and you very much enjoying it.. What you assumed would be a simple kiss was now a steamy make out for your neighbors to gossip about in the morning. When he’d finally break it, he’d push some hair out of your face and smirk “I’ll text you, dumbass..” he’d say in an oddly sweet tone before waving goodbye and heading back to his car.

✴ Tenya’s middle name is in fact ‘Perfect Gentleman’. When he asked you out, you were surprised because you’ve always been good friends, and he is SUCH a good guy, why would you say no?

✴ When he picks you up, he meets you at your door, walks you to the car, opens AND closes the door for you, and even waits until you’re settled before he pulls off. While you’re driving, he’ll hand you the aux cord and tell you to play what you want, and even if it isn’t his thing, he’s always willing to give your likes a chance, so he vibes with you.

✴ When you get to a fancy looking restaurant, he would make you stay in the car so he could open the door for you as you walked in, he would have his hand respectfully against the middle of your back, leading you to the seats that he made reservations for.

✴ Regardless of him being a little uptight, he seems to let loose and you two talk about everything, especially the old highschool days, and how he wished he would have asked you out a little sooner, but glad he finally did.

✴ While you were eating, he would do cute things like offer for you to try his meal, or ask if you wanted dessert, he even let you know if you got a little something on your chin. He was honestly just the sweetest thing ever, and you felt a little dumb too.. You should have seen what a good guy he was before now.

✴ When the date was over, he would drive you home and walk you to your door, carrying your carry out for you.

✴ As you reach the front door, he would bow his head to you “Thank you so much for giving me the chance to take you out, Y/N.. I -.. Really like you, I always have” he’d say in a deep tone, lifting his head to meet your gaze, smiling softly as the blush dressed along your soft cheeks. “I.. I like you too, Iida” you’d reply, making him close his eyes for a moment and let out a relieved hum “Please, I want you to call me Tenya from now on” he’d reply.

✴ You would nod with a giggle and then he would slowly lean in, making sure you had time to dodge that shit in case you didn’t want it, but you wouldn’t move, and soon your lips would connect in a soft, respectful kiss. It would only last for a second, but that was okay, he was only being mindful of you.

✴ Finally, he would bow his head “Have a good rest of your night, Y/N.. I'll tell you, okay?” he’d say sweetly before letting you walk inside before he made his way back to his car.

✴ Ok, so you very much know this boy likes you, it’s so painfully obvious.. Every time you go hang out with the bakusquad he’s on you like a fly on shit, and you think it’s rather cute.. But finally one day, he nonchalantly asks you to hang out, just the two of you and you happily agree, because regardless of how cool you normally played it, you liked him as well.

✴ When you get there, he initially lets you in with a big smile, but of course when you walk in, he stays at the door so he can not so secretly look at your ass. You knew it was innocent though, Kaminari would never just.. Jump your bones.

✴ The night he planned was simple, you’d bring your switch as well as some snacks. When you got into his living room area, it seemed as if he made a cute little nest of pillows and blankets on the floor for you two to sit and game, and when you did settle into your spot, Kaminari would sit right next to you, arm to arm and offer you a drink.

✴ You would both settle on something like Mario Kart, and honestly? You lost track of time so quickly.. Between you two joking around or calling out the other for a blue shell.. It just felt right being there with him, it was just so easy.

✴ In the midst of playing though, Kaminari would inch in different ways every other game until he was between your legs, using your breasts as a pillow.. And honestly? That was so okay.. You had been having such a good time, cuddling had been on your mind for the whole duration of your little date.

✴ Finally after countless rounds, he would set his controller down and snack on some chips, you couldn’t help but pet his hair and it caused the male to tense a little and look up “I take it.. You’re enjoying the date? I’m sorry I couldn’t take you out anywhere.. I just really thought private would be better” he’d say with pursed lips. You’d giggle and nod “I am enjoying myself a lot, Kaminari.. I’m glad we didn’t go out” you’d reply with a bright smile.

✴ The air would grow heavy suddenly, only the faint video game music filling the room as you two locked eyes and just stared at each other, but finally.. Kaminari would shift until he was on his hands and knees, dangerously close to your face as he bit his lip and pressed his forehead against yours. You being the impatient person that you are.. Close the rest of the distance and you would jump feeling a slight shock on your lips when they met.

✴ As the new sound of soft kisses overpowered the music, he would loom over you until your back was against the pillows and he would pull away just to look down at you with a hum “Do you.. Maybe want to just crash here tonight?” he’d ask with a seductive yet charming smile “Yes.. I would like that a lot” you’d whisper back up at him before stealing yet another kiss for him.

✴ [Face it, first anythings with Denki is going to end up with you staying the night >:3]

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mariofallenstar · 4 years

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Super Mario Bros.: Fallen Star AU (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

What did Luigi feel in the face of his approaching execution?

A lot of jumbled-up things, most of them seemingly incompatible with each other.

See, Luigi had no intention of saving himself by giving up Peach’s location to Bowser.

After being captured for what seemed to be the final time, he looked over the course of his heroing career and saw nothing but failure.

He hadn’t been able to save the Mushroom Kingdom or Mario.

He’d rescued many Toads from Bowser’s tyranny, but there were so many more left behind.

And even the ones who had been saved were now living in exile.

Luigi, in some twisted way, saw himself dying to save Peach and Stella as a redemption,

A redemption it never occurred to him he didn’t need.

His silence was the one thing he still had left to him.

If he could keep his silence, his niece and her mother would be safe.

Well, he wanted to think like that,

But when he thought of his family, not just Stella and Peach but Daisy and his own children,

He nearly broke.

He didn’t want to leave them. He wanted to stay with them.

Each time he tried to reconcile himself to his “sacrifice,” their faces appeared in his head, and he railed against the deep unfairness of it all.

Little did he know,

His niece had no intention of letting her uncle die.

Stella emerged from the warp pipe hidden in an empty mine where Bowser’s forces wouldn’t think to look.

This was the first time she had set foot in the Mushroom Kingdom since she was sixteen, and the first time she had ever done so alone.

She was in awe as she traversed the country she still thought of as her birthright.

“This rock is mine. This tree is mine. That horizon is mine.”

Of course, that’s not how royalty or property works, and to some extent, Stella knew this,

But she was also young and mentally overwhelmed.

She looked over the terrain the way a farmer would survey the untamed patch of wilderness they had just purchased,

Seeing both what was there and what would be underneath once every obstacle was cleared away. A sort of greedy double-vision.

But, of course, Stella had a job to do.

Luigi’s execution was in six days. She had to make her way to the site of the old castle and interrupt it somehow.

She didn’t really have a plan,

And the Mushroom Kingdom had become an unwelcoming place.

Everything about the country had changed, even its name.

It was called “New Bowser Kingdom” now.

Much of the old cities had become industrialized, and new towns had sprung up surrounding ember-spewing weapon factories.

The sky was choked with pollution, and the air filled with the metallic clang of hammers.

Toads had been reduced to second-class citizens who toiled in dangerous and thankless jobs.

And, while many were still secretly loyal to Princess Peach and dreamt of the day when she would return,

Others were consumed by bitterness, thinking that Peach had abandoned them.

Many of them had lost their last shred of hope in the wake of Luigi’s upcoming execution.

Stella was deeply saddened as she moved through these sad, soot-filled cities.

These were her people. They needed her.

But she had no idea how to help them.

For the first time, she understood something of the full weight of what her mother and uncle were up against.

Now, naturally, a human girl in the isolationist New Bowser Kingdom was bound to attract attention,

And if anyone discovered she was Princess Peach’s daughter, that could jeopardize her rescue mission.

But, Stella had a cover story.

She told any Toad to whom she showed her face that she was a reporter from the Metro Kingdom.

She had come to see if living conditions in New Bowser Kingdom were truly as inhumane as the rumors claimed.

When people heard she was a reporter, they became eager to talk to her.

They all seemed to have something they wanted her to say to the outside world.

Some felt it was important to communicate how bad living conditions really were.

They told Stella of overly long hours, low pay, strict rationing in winter, merciless fatigue in summer, how a coworker had fallen into a smelting vat and the smell had lingered for weeks.

Others had loved ones who had already escaped or that they had simply lost track of.

They urged Stella to send out inquiries and give names.

“It’s me, Todd. I’m still alive. I miss you.

“Publish that for me, will you? Maybe she’ll see it.”

Still others had messages they wished to convey to Princess Peach.

“Long live the princess!”

“This kingdom is still yours, Princess! It will always be yours!”

“We’re fighting for you, Princess Peach! We know you’ll come back one day!”

It was this last group that hit Stella the hardest.

She found her eyes welling up with tears as she heard those earnest words, pledges of loyalty to her mother.

The Toads were taken aback by her tears.

“It’s just very moving how much you care for your princess,” she managed to choke out.

The Toads came to see her as a living bottle, carrying all their messages. They wanted to protect their messages,

And so they tried to protect her.

Stella found people willing to hide her in their homes, people willing to share their food.

Still, there were a few close calls.

Stella found herself unable to stand back and watch as an overworked Toad was disciplined by a Hammer Bro. for passing out in the street,

So she jumped in and fought the Hammer Bro. off.

She knew it was probably a mistake, but the testimonies of the Toads had left her so riled up, she felt she would explode if she didn’t do something.

She’d had to retreat before reinforcements appeared by crawling into the sewer.

It was there, sloshing through who-knows-what in the dark,

That she discovered her uncle had not been the only one fighting for the kingdom’s freedom.

As previously stated, Luigi had been very hush-hush about his rescue work in New Bowser Kingdom. There were many aspects that he had never told Stella about.

That included his allies.

Stella found herself confronted with a cluster of very dirty, very fierce looking Toads.

They were the remains of the Toad Brigade.

No longer an exploration team, they now served as the major resistance organization in New Bowser Kingdom.

In the intervening years, Captain Toad had changed from a wide-eyed idealist into someone much more jaded and cynical.

Stella, overjoyed at having found a real resistance, confided in him her real goal of rescuing Luigi.

Captain Toad told her she was out of her mind.

Luigi was already dead. They couldn’t count on Mario, and they can’t count on Luigi.

They had a hard enough time keeping their numbers up as it is. Risking the entire Toad Brigade to rescue Luigi was a foolish gamble.

They had already seen so many brave souls fall.

He didn’t even want to mention what had happened to Toadette.

Before Stella even had time to ask, “Who’s Toadette?” Captain Toad had already turned away.

“Forget him. Head home. Nobody asked you to meddle in our business.”

The Toad Brigade had been tracking Stella, but they didn’t know who she was, and they were not impressed by what they saw as her feeble efforts to be a hero.

Stella had no choice but to play her final card.

She opened the backpack she had been carrying and pulled out a hat.

It was a plumber’s hat, much like her father’s and uncle’s. It was in pink with an “S” above the brim.

She put it on and told Captain Toad to look at her.

He did.

He huffed.

“That stupid cosplay isn’t going to change my mind.”

“It’s not cosplay,” said Stella.

“Look in my eyes.

“Don’t you know who I am?”

Captain Toad looked.

He blinked.

He couldn’t look away.

Stella’s eyes looked exactly like Peach’s.

And that determined expression underneath that hat...

“Princess Peach...the hero you called Mario...

“They’re not strangers to me, either.

“I already lost my dad. I don’t want to lose my uncle.

“I know you think we failed you, but I promise it will change.”

In spite of himself, Captain Toad was in tears.

“Has it really been that long?

“Is she really a mother now?”

“Please, help me!” said Stella.

But, Captain Toad shook his head.

“Go home. Go back to your mother.

“Do you think we want to lose you, too?”

But, Stella was tired of being protected, tired of being told it was enough just to live.

She had never felt more strongly that she had so much more to offer than her continued survival.

“If you don’t come with me to save Zio, I’m going alone.”

Looking at her blazing blue eyes, Captain Toad saw Mario.

He knew she was serious.

He agreed to help her.

The Toad Brigade bowed to their princess.

Luigi’s execution was in two days.

#super mario bros #fallen star au #luigi #princess peach #mario #captain toad #toadette #stella #oc #bowse #angst #character death #fan fic #au

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mariomandzho · 5 years

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answer the 11 questions you were given, then make new 11 questions for the people you tag.

1. What’s the song that means the most to you and why?: Anything from the Evita soundtrack! Although ‘Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered’ by Linda Ronstadt means a lot to me too. 2. If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life what would it be?: Pasta? Coconut ice cream? Salt and vinegar chips? 3. Would you rather have a home on the beach or in the mountains?: Beach! 4. What always brings a smile to your face?: My dog!!!!! 5. Which is more important, truth or happiness?: Truth. 6. If you could choose one celebrity to be the father/mother of your child who would it be?: Oh let’s all act surprised now. Mario Mandžukić duh. 7. What’s something everyone else loves that you secretly find overrated? How come?: Any popular show right now? Riverdale? I just think it’s bad writing. And Halsey. 8. What was the last show you binge-watched?: Friends! 9. What language(s) do you speak?: Bold of you to assume I can speak any language ajaja. In order of proficiency: English/Croatian, Spanish, a little Danish. 10. What is the thing that most people think about you, that is actually not true?: I’ve been told I come across as a major b*tch irl and that bothers me. :/ 11. What age do you wish you could permanently be?: Early twenties or thirties.

Thank you for tagging me @hoe-for-vrsaljkoo you’re the best!!! These are my questions:

1. What’s your favorite soundtrack/album, and why? 2. Do you want to get married, why or why not? 3. If you could choose one celebrity to be the father/mother of your child who would it be? 4. What’s something you can’t live without? 5. Are your ears pierced, and how old were you when you got them pierced? 6. What’s one language you would love to be able to speak? 7. What’s your comfort show – i.e something you always revert back to watching? 8. What’s something that’s good in theory but terrible in real life? 9. Tea or coffee, chocolate or vanilla, cats or dogs? 10. Would you rather be alone forever or be surrounded by people who don’t really love you?

Tagging: @vatreniworld @letowolfie @marilyn-mandzukic @mandzzukic @living-lovren @mandzuking

#about me.

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theglowworm2008 · 6 years

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57 Facts Tag

I was tagged by @alienshootlove (I hope I can think of that many facts about myself. Lol.) Thank you for tagging me. :D

Rules: Post 57 facts about yourself and tag at least ten people. When posting include the tag “57 facts” in order for people to find out more about you and perhaps find a kindred spirit to talk to. :)

1.) I just turned 30 years old.

2.) I’m a mother of four, three boys and a girl, all under the age of ten.

3.) I’ve never been married and I’m not sure if I’m ever going to.

4.) I have a serious distrust complex about people, but I act really nice anyway.

5.) I curse like a sailor as much as possible when my kids are finally out of ear shot. Lol. I miss swearing so fucking much!

6.) My favorite food is sushi (Mostly because it’s expensive and I can’t have it all the time) and Chipolte rice bowls.

7.) When I can drink, I always go for a dark beer. I love it! I can’t deal with fruity, girly drinks.. like, at all.

8.) I have a fiance who I love/hate all the time. Secretly, though? I love that we argue as much as we get along. Arguing is honesty, and honesty is HUGE for me.

9.) I lost my virginity at 16. And duuuuuude... guys take forever to get good at sex. I didn’t get an orgasm from a guy until... I don’t know.. my early twenties? Lol. Just a note, watching porn doth not a sex god make, mkay?

10.) I’ve always had guy friends; I was into video games and playing sports and girls my age were into... not that stuff. Plus.. girls are fucking mean, lol.

11.) My best friends are also family members. I don’t really trust people and I just never clicked with anyone that way. My two best guy friends growing up.. one turned into a douche drug addict that was in and out of jail and the other, his wife was the jealous type and so we stopped talking. And then having kids.. well, you pretty much lose any friendships you have that existed once you have kids.

12.) I have too many favorite books, lol, but one series that I’ll never get bored rereading is The Sevenwaters Trilogy by Juliet Marillier.

13.) Growing up, I never lived in any home longer than a couple of years. Now, I hate sitting still too long. I don’t know if I’ll ever buy a house.

14.) I have never stuck myself into anything for long. As a kid, I tried out a lot of the stereotypes. Music, I have songs I like out of all of them. Religion, I like hearing all kinds of ideas and theories, but don’t like being stuck in one. Etc, etc.

15.) I’m insecure about myself (But who the hell isn’t, honestly?)

16.) My fiance calls me “The Ball Buster” because I am sarcastic and playfully fling insults at him when his ego gets too big for my liking. Lol. He says it’s how he fell for me. <3

17.) I used to be a correctional officer and I liked it, but kids and that profession really don’t go together. All U.S. jobs are insanely unsupportive of family vs jobs.

18.) I got pregnant at 19 and, having no resources, I had to give up on college.

19.) I still struggle with “what will I be when I grow up”.

20.) I have been homeless once and I never want to go through it again. I am, now, obsessively on top of my bills as a result.

21.) My name is Bryanna.

22.) I can type without looking at the keyboard since my grandma wouldn’t let me touch a computer for any reason other than to play keyboard learning games.

23.) My favorite video games will always be Zelda related, but I’m also into things like Dragon Age, Mass Effect, KOTOR, Horizon Zero Dawn, Super Mario, etc. When I was younger, I was really into Final Fantasy and Legend of Dragoon and .. god.. so many others. Most of my games had like.. four game discs. Lol.

24.) I am an insane coffee addict. Seriously, I will get huge migraines and throw up when I go a day without it. Even when we’re broke, I will scrounge for loose change to keep myself stocked. Haha.

25.) If I’m honest, I’m afraid of the dark.

26.) I’m also afraid of mirrors, especially in the dark.

27.) Because of those things alone, I avoid all horror movies. I just can’t even...

28.) I love Cheese-Its.

29.) I am deathly afraid of Spiders and bees/wasps/hornets.

30.) In fact, I hate most bugs.

31.) I was the type of kid who grew up with iguanas.

32.) I’ve literally beat boys up for trying to harm animals. Idgaf!

33.) I feel trapped in my life sometimes, as a mother and as a girlfriend. I wish I had more time for myself to just be Bryanna. Hense, this Simblr obsession! Lol.

34.) Although I’ve played Sims forever, this is the first time I’ve ever made stories with my sims and shared them. It’s made the game so much more fun.

35.) I hate being picked up or tickled.

36.) I love fall and, of course, all the pumpkin flavored shit!

37.) I really hate feet.

38.) I have never slept naked... ever.

39.) I really want to have a career involved in computers.. one that I don’t have to deal with people in that.. fake friendly way.

40.) My father died when I was 15.

41.) My mother has struggled with chronic pain for most of my life; it’s made things kind of hard in ways I’m still trying to understand.

42.) When I was younger, I did nothing but write stories and draw. I don’t do as much of either anymore.

43.) I have freckles everywhere and I love them.

44.) I hate that I have brown eyes.

45.) I never put the toilet paper roll on the holder. Ever.

46.) I have a small dog named Atlas. She’s more like a cat than a dog, though. And a total brat.

47.) I can deal with all kinds of stuff; blood, poop, pee, etc. But I HATE throw up. Ugh..

48.) I am honest to the point of almost ruining my life. Lol.

49.) Unpopular opinion; I am not a fan of Apple products.

50.) I have never been outside of my country. Traveling is something I’m going to do as soon as my kids are old enough to live on their own.

51.) I love to sing; I used to be good enough to be in choir and get paid to do Christmas carols... but lack of use has kind of killed my voice. Lol.

52.) I think farting is freaking gross. Lol. And rude. Do it somewhere else!

53.) My nick name ‘glow worm’ comes from the fact that I’m so white I “glow in the dark”. Me keeping it was a big middle finger to those that made it. Idgaf! Lol.

54.) I hate cake; I prefer ice cream cake on my birthday, with whipped topping.

55.) I am really blunt; sometimes I can hurt people’s feelings.

56.) When I’m sad, I will turn on Christmas music (Any time of the year) and sing along. I freaking love Christmas!

57.) I used to live in Florida; I moved to the top of the U.S. and now I can safely admit that snow is only good until Christmas is done, then it needs to fuck off! All the good it does, at that point, is keep all the bugs dead.

I tag: @mellocakes, @jupidella, @tigerellasims, @sparkiemonkey, @elliesimsx, @all-harlows-eve, @okruee, @oakella, @oakglow, @aharris00britney, @hiddenspringss

#57facts #57 facts

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keiraknighted · 6 years

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Now I’m Addicted (Chapter 3)

AO3 // ff.net

Clarke wakes up with a scratchy throat, but it’s quickly forgotten when Bellamy wakes up beside her and lazily fingers her to orgasm. Wells is never in the mood for sex in the morning, preferring to get an extra twenty minutes of sleep, but Bellamy has no such preference, and his fingers are quickly replaced with his cock, quickly making her come again before he fills her with his come.

“I wish we could stay here all day,” Clarke complains as Bellamy gets out of bed to clean himself up. She lets her eyes roam over his naked body, enjoying the view. “I just want you to fuck me over and over and over…”

Bellamy smirks at her. “I know you do. But it’s better if you have to wait for it.”

Clarke pouts. “Do we at least have time for one more before we have to go to work?”

Bellamy tilts his head, considering. “Maybe if we shower at the same time.”

That’s enough to get Clarke out of bed, and she drags Bellamy to the bathroom, managing to get her lips on his a few times before they squeeze into the shower. It isn’t really big enough for two people, but Clarke wants to be as close to him as possible anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. Bellamy presses her against the shower wall and fucks her from behind, the hard planes of his body pressed against her back as he kisses her neck and rolls his hips against her slowly.

She’s late for work, despite her best intentions, flushed, horny and panty-less. Worse than that, she’s more aware that her throat hurts, and by lunch it feels like she must have swallowed a bunch of razors. At around 3pm she starts sneezing, and by the time she knocks off at 5, she has to admit it to herself: she’s sick.

She curls up in bed as soon as she gets home, feeling sorry for herself. She knows it’s just a cold, but it’s only going to get worse before it gets better, and there is no way Bellamy is going to want to fuck a sick person. Not that she can blame him. With the way she’s feeling she doesn’t think she’s up to it anyway. And she probably won’t be better until after Wells gets home, so the whole week is ruined.

Bellamy gets home 20 minutes after she does, calling her name, and Clarke wants nothing more than to feel well so he can fuck her into oblivion. Bellamy flicks on the light as he enters the bedroom. Clarke is facing away from him, curled up so he can’t see her red and runny nose.

“In bed already?” he says, and she hears him kick off his shoes.

“Bell,” she sniffles. “You should go home.” There’s a pause, and then Clarke feels the mattress sink with his weight.

“Why?” he asks, sounding concerned. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He reaches out to rub her shoulder.

“I’m fine. I just have a cold.”

“Oh. Do you want me to get you something? A hot drink? Some medicine?”

Clarke shakes her head, but she still doesn’t face him. “I just want you to go.”

He still doesn’t leave. “Are you sure?” he asks, hesitant. “Wells isn’t here to look after you.”

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” Clarke says, and she thinks she might sound like a petulant child. “I only want you to think of me as sexy.”

“Clarke,” Bellamy says, sounding a little exasperated.

“You’ll think it’s gross and then you won’t want to have sex with me ever again.”

Bellamy laughs and Clarke scowls. She feels him scoot closer to her and then his body is pressed against hers, spooning her, pressing his lips to her shoulder.

“Do you remember your twenty-first birthday?” he murmurs.

“Not really.”

He laughs again, and Clarke feels a weird tug in her stomach. Does his laugh turn her on?

“Not surprising,” he says. “You and Octavia went out, and then you stayed over.”

“Right. Is there a point to this?”

“I’m getting there,” Bellamy says. “You were both wasted. Even though Octavia was only twenty and I specifically told her not to drink until she was old enough,” he says, annoyed.

“Bell. The point.”

“Sorry. Octavia passed out on the couch, and I went to get to get you a glass of water and when I came back you were bawling your eyes out. Some drunk existential crisis. You had mascara all over your face and your hair was a mess. And then when I tried to comfort you, you threw up on me. And yourself.”

“Is this supposed to be making me feel better?”

“I’m saying I’ve already seen you at your worst. And I still want to have sex with you. Well, not right now because you’re sick. But when you’re not sick I promise I’ll still think you’re sexy.”

Clarke chews her lip. Why is he being so nice to her? Sex is off the table and he’s still here. She’s not sure how she’s supposed to feel, what she’s supposed to think.

“And remember the time—”

“Okay, I get it,” Clarke cuts him off. “No need to bring up every time I’ve ever been ugly.”

“You’ve never been ugly,” Bellamy assures her. “Let me take care of you,” he whispers. “I promise I’m good at it.”

Clarke hesitates. She still feels like she should say no, but she’s not sure why. “Okay,” she says. “A hot drink would be nice.”

It turns out Bellamy is good at taking care of sick people. He changes her sheets and provides her with medicine and a honey and lemon drink. He cooks for her, and he’s actually really good at it, though admittedly Clarke can’t taste much while she’s sick. They eat on the couch in front of the TV, Clarke swaddled in blankets.

After dinner he tucks her back in bed.

“You want me to go?” Bellamy asks her.

Clarke shakes her head. “Stay,” she tells him.

“I can sleep on the couch if you want.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Clarke says. “You won’t fit.” She grabs his arms and drags him into bed with her, though he’s still fully dressed. He pulls his shirt off and Clarke gets her laptop from the bedside table before leaning back against him and hitting play on an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine that she’s already seen seven times.

“Oh hey, I love this one,” Bellamy says.

“Me too,” Clarke says. But she’s asleep before it ends.

Clarke checks the time when she wakes up, panicking when she sees it’s after ten. She hasn’t called her boss to let her know she’s sick. She quickly dials her boss’s number. She’s going to be in so much trouble.

“Clarke?” Diyoza answers.

“I’m so sorry,” Clarke says quickly. “I’m really sick. I slept in and—”

“I know, Clarke,” Diyoza interrupts.

“You know?”

“Your boyfriend called earlier.”

“Wells?”

“Yeah, Wells. It’s just a cold, isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah.”

“So you’ll be back Friday.”

“Okay.”

“See you then, Clarke.” Diyoza hangs up and Clarke puts her phone down, confused. Is Wells home? Does he know she’s sick?

Bellamy walks into the bedroom. “You’re awake,” he says.

“What are you doing here?” Clarke asks. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I called in sick. I also called in sick for you.”

“Oh. Did I get you sick?”

“No, I just thought you might want some company,” Bellamy shrugs. “You want something to eat?”

Clarke nods. “Just some toast please.”

“I’ll make you some tea as well. How are you feeling?”

“Crappy.”

Bellamy gives her a sympathetic smile. “Take a couple more tablets. It’ll help with the symptoms.”

Clarke nods and Bellamy leaves the room to make her breakfast.

He stays with her the whole day and they watch a movie and play some video games. Clarke finds herself actually enjoying his company, despite the fact that her nose keep running and her chest is all congested.

Maybe it’s odd that she and Bellamy never really became friends. She and Octavia met in freshman year of college when they were assigned as each other’s roommates, and she’s known Bellamy just as long, since he was the one helping Octavia move in that day. But Clarke had always found him annoyingly overprotective of Octavia, and somehow he always managed to ruin their fun. He acted more like Octavia’s father than her brother most of the time. Which he had to be, in a way, Clarke supposes. Octavia’s father was never around and Aurora, Bellamy and Octavia’s mother, died young, when Octavia was fifteen and Bellamy was twenty.

Bellamy is definitely more fun now.

It looks like he’s still planning to stay the whole week, and honestly, Clarke is grateful. It’s not that she doesn’t like being alone, but being sick and alone kind of sucks. And she finally has some competition at Mario Kart, since Wells sucks at it.

Bellamy makes soup for dinner, and they eat in front of the TV again. They’re halfway through watching an episode of The Bachelor that happens to be on (though both of them claim they don’t want to watch it), when Bellamy’s phone rings, and it’s Octavia.

“Hey,” he answers, muting the TV. “What’s going on?” Clarke watches him as he listens to whatever Octavia is saying. “Oh, uh… I’m at Clarke’s, actually.” A pause. “What? Clarke and I are totally friends.” He rolls his eyes and Clarke bites back a smile. “Don’t be stupid. She’s sick and I’m looking after her… that’s correct, he’s not here… I don’t hate him. Okay, maybe I hate him a bit.” Clarke raises her eyebrows at him and he pokes his tongue out. They’re obviously talking about Wells. “Ha, very funny. I won’t. Okay, love you too, bye.” He hangs up.

“What was that all about?” Clarke asks.

“She wanted to know why I wasn’t home,” Bellamy says. “She was hoping I’d cook her something because she can’t be bothered,” he rolls his eyes.

“She could come here,” Clarke suggests.

Bellamy looks taken aback by the suggestion, like he’d never considered it. “She might get your cold,” he says.

“Fair enough,” Clarke shrugs. He doesn’t seem to care if he gets her cold though. “Do you really hate Wells?”

Bellamy shrugs. “Kind of.”

“Why?”

“He’s pretentious,” Bellamy says. “And he’s always up on his high horse, acting like he’s some kind of morality god.”

“You hate him because he’s a good person.”

“Shut up,” Bellamy says, nudging her with his shoulder.

Clarke studies him for a moment. “You’re a good person too, you know,” she tells him.

Bellamy gives her a sceptical look. “Pretty sure if I was a good person I wouldn’t be secretly fucking a woman who has a boyfriend. Even if I hate that boyfriend.”

Clarke reddens. “Well. Apart from that.” She’s well aware this means that she is also a bad person. But she’s known it for a while now, and it doesn’t really bother her anymore.

Bellamy throws his arm around her and pulls her in close. He grabs the remote and unmutes the TV. “Who cares, anyway? Being good is overrated.”

They both go to work on Friday, and Clarke is feeling a lot better, though she’s not totally over her cold. But if she’s well enough to go to work, she’s well enough to have Bellamy eat her out tonight. She still doesn’t want him to kiss her face until she’s better, but it’s too much to be around him all week and not have him get her off somehow. Then again, she doesn’t know if she’ll be satisfied with just that, and she’ll probably end up begging him to fuck her. Being sick and horny at the same time kind of sucks.

She gets home and showers, and then patiently waits for Bellamy to get home. Only, when the door finally opens, it’s not Bellamy, it’s Wells. Clarke’s stomach drops.

“Hey!” she says, jumping up from the couch. Her voice is too high, her eyes too wide, but she hopes Wells doesn’t notice her panic. “You’re home early!”

“Yeah,” Wells smiles. He drops his bag and pulls Clarke into his arms and kisses her. “I missed you. We finished early so I figured I may as well come home tonight instead of tomorrow morning.”

“That’s great!” Clarke lies. All she can think about is how Bellamy’s things are still in their bedroom, and that in a few minutes Bellamy himself will probably be walking through that door.

“Hey, you know what we should do?” Clarke says. “We should go out for a drink and maybe dinner!”

“Yeah, okay,” Wells smiles. “Just let me get changed.”

“No!” Clarke says quickly. “You look great like that.”

Wells gives her an amused look. “Okay,” he agrees. He looks Clarke up and down. She’s just wearing underwear and a robe again. “What about you?”

“Right! I’ll be two minutes. Wait here.”

Clarke grabs her phone and hurries into the bedroom, texting Bellamy as she goes.

Wells home. We’re going out so you can grab your things and hide any other evidence you were here. I’m sorry.

She sends the message and throws on a dress and some heels before dragging Wells out of the apartment. She tries to tell herself the heavy feeling in the bottom of her stomach is guilt. Maybe that would mean she’s not as terrible as she thinks she is. But she knows it’s not really guilt. It’s crushing disappointment.

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #the 100 #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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klash-of-the-koopalings · 6 years

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Attempting to clean out my ask box and finally answer people’s questions!

Six years is a pretty spot-on guess. As for choosing the time-period, I wanted to write a story where the characters experience the biggest change. The kidnap-rescue formula is getting stale, old emotional wounds have festered into something else entirely, and all of the characters are transitioning to a new point in their lives. The six-going-on-seventh year is enough time for all of this tension to snap. (I also write teens, young adults, and adults much better than children -- a silly reason I know.) This gives enough time for a lot of the Koopalings to sit in adulthood, or at least, straddle the line. Years of sweeping problems under the rug has lead to a dysfunctional mess. The perfect place to start a story.

Nintendo Power 013 Strategy Guide (1990)

The Koopalings ages and birth order comes from an old fanon idea that you fight them youngest to oldest in Mario Bros. 3. In reality, the only thing confirmed about their ages is that Ludwig is the oldest and Larry is the youngest. It’s kind of why they’re close to each other in the story. Aside from similar designs, they’re the only ones with a canon fact about their ages. I went with the old fanon birth order because it best suits the characterizations I brewed up in my head.

Thus, Ludwig’s the oldest. The closest to Bowser and the most burned by him. He’s got everything to prove due to his position, and he failed every attempt. Being the oldest and not living up to a parent’s expectation cuts to the bone. Which is where Ludwig gets his thorny personality. Lemmy still takes second oldest because I like the contrast between second born and the runt; it gives him a reason to feel resentful but also changes how he approaches physical challenges. He had to develop a sort of emotional and spatial intelligence to get by.

Roy being the third son gives him a lot to prove without the affections reserved for the oldest. He works hard to stand out and is desperate to show his strength of character. Which is where some of his hardass tendencies were born.

Ludwig, Lemmy, and Roy used to be the original ‘power trio’ at the castle. Due to being close in age. Time’s pushed them apart. Iggy is far removed from being the heir of anything. He sits firmly on planet middle child. He’s misunderstood because of his illness, his best friend acts more like a caretaker, and has had to make a lot of his own good luck.

Iggy and Ludwig started growing closer as Iggy and Lemmy grew apart. Personality-wise, Ludwig embodies father-like traits that Iggy wants versus Lemmy’s mother-like traits that Iggy’s grown tired of. Wendy’s status as the only daughter in her household left her quite spoiled in her youth. She lives in the shadow of a strong mother she never got to know and constantly wrestles with girl issues in a house full of men. Despite the care she receives, she’s ultimately isolated.

Bowser and the older boys (mostly Roy) are protective of her. She was once quite close to Larry and Morton, but her own personality flaws pushed them away. Something she works to fix and something she regrets every day. Morton is stuck between the baby and the princess and has always had to compete for affection. His young motormouth tendencies developed as a way to stand out but proved more annoying than helpful.

Larry, being the youngest of the original seven, is Ludwig’s conflict flipped. He never had Bowser’s expectations, in fact, he was expected to be nothing but the baby. He desperately seeks to stand out from the other huge personalities of his siblings. Instead of wearing his thorns, he internalizes them, and they lash out when he’s stressed.

Bowser Junior is the adored baby. The child that almost wasn’t. He spent a childhood cared for, doted on, and beloved. By his father and servants, at least. The older he gets, the more he realizes how distant he is from his ‘siblings.’ His only desire is to be accepted into their little pack, but being the pride of his father makes it difficult.

Bowser, Peach, and Mario transitioning into middle age are what drives a lot of conflict between those three. They’ve all lived life perpetuating a cycle and not addressing the real problem. Now they’re at the beginning of their autumn years and the real problems can’t be hidden. Bowser clings to his old ways in hopes that it will net the same results, Mario still thinks he can be the hero even though his age is catching up with him, and Peach secretly wishes for a change in the formula no matter the cost.

#Ask A #Klash Of The Koopalings #character relationships

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fountainpenguin · 6 years

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Question Meme: (Ignore this if you don't want to answer all these....) 1, 2, 3, 28, 31, 33, 40 (sorry i couldn't pick one)

40 Questions For ‘Fic Writers Meme

#1 - Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Gradual character development spread across a piece with deepened, believable worldbuilding. You know, I often say I’m not into romance, but here’s the thing: A nice long, serious slow burn does a person good. I’ll happily accept romance if an author can really get me into the minds of the characters and make me want their relationship to develop as much as the characters do.

It’s shallow romance that rubs me the wrong way. Give me two characters who honestly, truly care about each other to the point where they’ll sacrifice something they love, or even be willing to let each other ago if it means the one they love will be happy. I love that. But if you’ve got one character who will pitch a fit rather than let their love be happy with someone else, you’re really working uphill with me.

Worldbuilding doesn’t have to be as deep and complex as my ‘fics tend to get, but I do love to see how different authors expand the same world in different ways. I’m not a big fan of horror and for some reason I just can’t get into sci-fi. I enjoy fantasy and biology.

Really, I love anything that doesn’t contradict canon. AUs? Eh, sometimes, but they’re not my favorite. I like behind-the-scenes, between-the-lines, believable futures, and backstory pieces with some nice worldbuilding. And some complex characters who don’t always make the best choices and then have to suffer the consequences for their actions. Yes. ‘Fics like those are very nice.

#2 - Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

A queerplatonic relationship that’s happy, healthy, and long-lasting. You would think I would let my aro/ace children be happy, but alas, ‘tis not to be! You could say I like to squash zucchinis. I am self-projecting my own insecurities. I made Bennett a horrible person to show the “worst possible relationship with an aro/ace who wants a sexless marriage” so that the hopes and dreams of the other aro/ace characters look more reasonable by comparison. I do that a lot.

Okay, I lied. I can think of six “official” queerplatonic relationships we will see in my FOP works, and one of them actually does have a happy ending. I mean, probably. I haven’t written it yet, so who knows?

Spoiler alert: Mario and Peach are the OTQP and I’m going to milk it. What can I say? I call ‘em like I see ‘em and canon literally gave us a plumber who’ll collect 120 Power Stars in return for cake, and a princess who turned down his hand in marriage after all the times he’s rescued her, but adores him anyway.

#3 - Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole?

“We pretend to hate each other but secretly we’re both in love and will one day in the heat of the moment spontaneously confess our romantic feelings and form a mutual, caring relationship without any further character development.”

I don’t know if it’s because I’m a very serious, honest, straightforward person (being INTJ and all), or if it’s because I’m asexual, or if it’s a combination of both (or neither), but I can’t stand huge plots about people refusing to admit that they like someone. Love has always been a logical thing to me. I was sixteen before I found out sexual attraction was a real thing. I don’t really understand it, but I guess it’s possible to have physical feelings for someone even if you don’t logically want to? And you can’t stop yourself or turn it off? I honestly don’t know how that works, which is why the “I wish I wasn’t physically attracted to you” trope has infuriated me since childhood. I just didn’t get it.

Even before I realized I was asexual, I would have discussions with my mom about how if I ever had a crush, I would openly admit this to my friends if they asked. I wouldn’t protest or deny, as I see so many media characters do. Then it turned out I’m incapable of feeling physical attraction and I get friendship squishes instead of romantic crushes, so that happened.

As a general rule of thumb, you should trust the characters I write if they say they aren’t attracted to someone. If they like someone, they’ll tell you so. If they don’t, they’ll tell you that too. And if they’re confused, then it will be very clear that they’re confused. No means no. I’m very strict about that. Don’t read into it looking for signs that they’re being secretive even to the reader. They are not. I emotionally cannot bring myself to do that.

#28 - Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Oooh. I’m going to say that Shaddic takes the cake on this one. If you’re a Total Drama fan, or even if you’re not, then “Daddy’s Characters” will break you deliciously like very few fanfics will. “Before and After” is just a step behind it. The emotion captured by these ‘fics is incredible, and I highly, highly recommend them if you’re into evil villains who are undeniably and yet realistically cruel. Both ‘fics revolve around Mike and his multiple personalities (“Daddy’s Characters” revolving around adult Mike and Zoey, married with a daughter and with twins on the way, coping with something horrid that lands a distraught Mike in prison, and “Before and After” being the trauma-filled childhood backstory ‘fic).

Shaddic characterized everyone perfectly. So horribly, painfully well. Ugggh, I love it. My gallery has Identity Theft on the way, which will revolve around Foop and Hiccup and some multiple personality trauma, but it won’t be as beautiful as Shaddic’s work. They’re honestly worth a read if you ever have the time one day, even if you aren’t a Total Drama fan. You really don’t need to know the show to enjoy them. And enjoy them (and suffer) you will. In all my years, I’ve never seen an evil villain portrayed so… villainously. Love it.

I’m also a fan of SelanPike- partially for sentimental reasons, I suppose. I remember reading her Mario ‘fics over and over eight years ago, and I still read them today on a regular basis. Crazy how time flies. They’re just ones that I love going back to. As most of you know, I tend to fall in love with background characters. Fawful, Kamek, and Doopliss fit those qualifications- and coincidentally, those three are Selan’s favorites too! Technically, it’s because of her that the 130 Prompts project came to be. I always loved her 100 one-shot challenge, and that’s sort of how I eventually decided to write my own.

I really admire Selan for her characterizations. Her Kamek portrayal is my all-time favorite. So is her Fawful, her Doopliss, her Bowser, her Bowser Jr, her E. Gadd… she’s just a master of character. Even her freaking Jojora is spot-on. I mean, talk about background characters, am I right? Ha. Her writing is excellent and she has some fun plots. I always enjoyed drinking up her fanart and reading her comics on her deviantArt too. Still do. She has such a fun, bouncy art style. Her 8-page comic about Fawful attending school in the Mushroom Kingdom after Kamek hits him with the truant officer threat gets me every time.

I highly recommend “Until Tomorrow” (Her post-“Superstar Saga” ‘fic about Kamek and Fawful attempting to revive Cackletta so Kamek can kick her butt in a magic fight and Fawful can get the mother figure he refuses to call his mother figure back), and her famous ‘fic “On My Own” (about Fawful coping with Cackletta’s death and eventually working his way up the Koopa Kingdom social ladder). “Fragmented Spectrum” is a wonderful, tense, horror-ish ‘fic as well, with my absolute favorite Bowser Jr. portrayal. Plus, I love the rivalry between Kamek and Fawful seen in “F.S.” with Fawful trying to draw magic circles that he decided must be 100% perfect to count as circles, and Kamek not even knowing how to deal with him and his technology brain. Beautiful.

Check out the rest of her gallery too. Her two FFN fandoms are Mario and Invader Zim. She isn’t active there anymore, but her ‘fics are worth the read. I will say that I’m not a fan of her ‘fic “Everything You Ever” because I feel that Cackletta was way too sweet and nice for an evil villain in that one. But then again, I haven’t read it in years, so who knows. I’m not crazy about Selan’s Peach portrayal either, but that’s where my third recommendation comes in.

GuardianM1234 is a recent discovery of mine, and she does not disappoint. I’m a big fan of her ongoing ‘fic “Smoke” (which updates twice a month right now and is nearing its climax). It’s basically the story of Peach and Bowser growing up, and the development of their relationship from being fairly friendly as children to their complex relationship as adults. I’ve never seen Peach portrayed so perfectly, and I adore her. Never thought I would, but I do. Guardian also has a very unique take on Mario that’ll really make you squirm.

I love Guardian’s writing because she pits characters in emotionally-difficult situations and lets them learn and grow. They make bad choices, but she demonizes no one. Not even Bowser. Plus, Bowser has a little sideplot with Clawdia going on (the canon mother of the Koopalings if you know your deep hidden lore, though since the Koopalings were recently ruled “not Bowser’s children” by Nintendo’s “official” canon, I don’t know if she will be their mother in “Smoke” or where Guardian is taking this ‘fic). Basically, what I’m saying is, Clawdia and Bowser roastfest. Be there. They crack me up. And Guardian’s TOADSWORTH is perfection. Please give that old boy his gossip.

Plus, Daisy takes Bowser shopping for wedding dresses once and he bribes her with a six-pack of soda. Nice, short chapters with a few pleasant hints of worldbuilding slipped in, and a LOT of character. Guardian is still somewhat new to fanfiction, but she’s very sweet and she would adore some reviews if you do read her work. If you love her stuff, give her a shout-out! She’s great.

#31 - Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I fall halfway between this one. The answer is, sort of both! For my main fandoms, I have one rule: I don’t contradict canon, unless canon contradicted itself and I was forced to pick a side. Origin gets so deep into biology and Knots into culture that they feel more like original works than fanfics sometimes, because I’ll flesh things out as much as I want to. So that’s sort of a liberty I take with canon. But I never contradict canon if I don’t have to. I always comply.

It’s a puzzle. I love connecting dots behind the scenes. I love forcing everything that’s canon to be canon, even if it looks like it contradicted itself. If I can solve a plot hole, I try to. I will make ridiculous backbends to fit colorful Anti-Fairy eyes, Crocker’s ebb and flow of wealth, Miss Idaho’s “rare genetic condition that prevents her from aging,” Mary Alice Doombringer’s random abilities, and Girlfriend the cat’s sentience into Riddleverse canon, and I’ll love every second of it. I only cut a piece of canon out if I feel like I absolutely have to. It’s fun.

I can definitely enjoy reading ‘fics that stray from canon, and might even write them on occasion. But the reason why I write fanfics is because I loved the canon and I want to see it expanded, not taken away. I’d like to publish my original works someday, so if I’m not sticking close to source material, why would I write a fanfic that I could publish as an original work instead?

For the same reasons, I’d rather read a fanfic that expands on canon than eliminates it. When I fall in love with something, I fall in love with its world. I like ‘fics that blend worldbuilding aspects in with the plot they’re writing, even if it’s a short one-shot. I don’t love reading something that feels like its writer just inserted the names of popular characters into their otherwise original work so that people would read it. I want to have the little details and feel convinced that these are the characters (and the world) that I love. Personal preference.

In some cases, I default to realism over canon, such as by giving Cosmo the ability to recognize faces. In my psychology classes, I’ve learned that sometimes during investigations, police will show pictures to people and ask them to select the face that matches the one they were shown earlier. People pretending to be mentally handicapped in some way will often get the answers wrong on purpose in an attempt to maintain their facade, while those who are actually mentally handicapped will get them right. Just a nitpicky thing I do.

So I often favor realism over canon in certain ways, even if it possibly contradicts canon a bit. I respect canon and try to stay true to it as much as possible because I enjoy doing so, but I don’t consider myself 100% beholden to it, especially considering how many different contributors there can be to a project over the years. I do my best, but enjoying what I write comes first.

#33 - How do you feel about crack?

I can enjoy the occasional way-out-there thing, but I prefer serious stories in general.

#40 - Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

Well, you didn’t give me a ‘fic you wanted to see an alternate ending to, but I do have a few short pieces I can share. You see, the “That Was Then” Prompt (the Jay Rhoswen and his studies about Anti-Fairies one) wasn’t supposed to end the way it did. Here is how it was meant to go:

Rhoswen scooted back hand over hand along the counter, his feet skittering in the vapor. What in the name of dust was he doing? He shouldn’t be looking at his wife’s counterpart more than at his wife! He shouldn’t be having these sorts of thoughts at all!

Anti-Shylinda placed her palms to his cheeks and gazed into his eyes. “No talk,” she whispered, and when she leaned forward, those burning lips closed over his.

As for whether that Seelie Courter chose to kiss the anti-fairy back once she’d started to draw away? Well… You ought to look to the term “Rhoswen syndrome” to answer that.

I didn’t like the idea of Anti-Shylinda being the one to make moves on Jay, so I scrapped it. Not only that, but the whole piece is written as snippets from Rhoswen’s journal now, so the voice here no longer fit the narrative.

At the end of the first chapter of Frayed Knots, “String Theory”, Anti-Cosmo cuts off the tips of his ears. I was originally going to expand the scene as follows:

Blood spattered the floor. With a hiss through my teeth, I withdrew the knife and dabbed the blood up with my sleeve. The stone might stain.

Recalculating, I dragged my stool over to the sink. The angle was awkward, but at least my blood would wash easily away. There, I slit off the tip of my ear, cutting carefully around my first canetis ring. Then I mirrored the action on the other side. Both rings bounced across the stone with a clink, click, clatter.

I uncurled my tongue and set the knife aside. Then I took the severed tips of my ears and held them to my head again. It took three agonizing minutes, but the smoke that filled my veins stretched out and wound around my fingers. It absorbed my ears and pressed them into place again. Full, soft, and whole. I fingered the gashes mother’s piercing clamp had left behind. Apparently, even regeneration couldn’t heal injuries left by an unenchanted tool. Useful information to know.

The canetis rings disappeared into my pocket. Then I got up and pushed open the window. I took a running start, dove out, and unfurled my wings.

However, I kind of liked leaving the chapter on the cliffhanger of “Oh my gosh, what did he just do to himself???” I also couldn’t include a sink in the castle in a time period when there is no indoor plumbing. Then I decided that I would rather give Anti-Cosmo permanent gashes in his ears he had caused himself, rather than ones caused by his mother, to always remind him (and everyone around him) of that day he stood against Anti-Fairy tradition. Kind of a shame to delete the scene since I like how it gave us information about smoke and Anti-Fairy healing right from the start. I might recycle it later.

Actually, if we’re talking about the original version of Knots, everything was supposed to be different than what it was. Here is another deleted scene that was originally planned to be the opening scene of Knots:

“Mum, I’m nine and a half minutes old. I’m not a baby anymore. Come on, please? You let Anti-Robin leave home to get his wand when he was only three!”

“You weren’t even born yet. How can you possibly know that?”

“He told me about thirty seconds ago, right before you came in here.” I grabbed my mother’s skirt in two tiny fists. “Mum, I’m going to be the only pup in the colony without a wand. What about our image?”

She wavered visibly, running her thumb along her staff. “Well…”

Father peered over his spectacles and frowned. “Now, wait just a minute here, Anti-Florensa. He’s just a pup. You can’t send him into the woods to gather the materials for his first wand all by himself.”

“But it has always been our family’s tradition,” she sniffed. “It’s not as though he’ll die. On the contrary, I’m more concerned about him killing valuable plants with his acid. Anti-Cosmo, you’re drooling again.”

I wiped my mouth. “Sorry, Mum.”

I really loved the “I’m nine and a half minutes old- I’m not a baby anymore!” idea, especially since there aren’t many times when you’ll have the chance to use it. As you can see, Frayed Knots was going to begin with baby Anti-Cosmo leaving his manor home alone to obtain his first wand.

But overall, in the end, I decided that it was more important to show the importance of smoke in Anti-Fairy culture, and we ended up with the scene we have now. Also, I really wanted Anti-Cosmo to grow up never knowing who his father was until several years after Anti-Robin had died, which meant I had to scrap or replace this scene in some way anyway.

The “Mama’s Boy” Prompt was actually written with the manor idea in mind, and I believe Anti-Florensa even uses the word “manor” in it. I added an author’s note to that piece several months ago mentioning that “Mama’s Boy” is semi-canon for now until Frayed Knots is finalized. A lot has changed.

Some other deleted scenes from the early plans of “Anti-Cosmo lives with his family in a manor near the Castle, and they are nobles but not royalty” include:

“I got something for you, kiddo.” Anti-Robin flicked an aluminum medal across the table that read #2 Son. I grinned.

“This is for me? Thanks! I love it!”

He tilted down his glasses. “You say, ‘Thank you, Father, for this generous gift.’”

I repeated the words, and he tousled my hair. “Now, go do second son things.”

“Yes, sir! I will! Thank you, Father!” With the medal swinging from my neck, I trotted happily off.

and

I clung to the frame of his office door, beating my wings to keep myself from staggering forward. I knew better than to cross the threshold, even though there was nothing I wanted more in the universe right then than to throw my arms around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. The bruise Mother had left on my arm hurt even more now than it did in the kitchen, somehow. My eyes slid back and forth across his desk.

“Where are you going?”

Anti-Robin calmly placed another folded shirt inside the suitcase. “Back to Anti-Scarlett’s.”

“With your other family?” I asked. “With her kids, Anti-Xavier and Anti-Tom?”

“Yes.”

“Why can’t I come with you? I want to meet them.”

“It’s a dad thing.” He closed the suitcase with two clicks and turned around. His eyes were steely calm, his frown very firm. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

and

“ELEANOR!”

Anti-Robin and I grabbed our mouths and looked at each other, gaping with our eyes. Mother was over 150,000 years old. Her real name wasn’t supposed to be said out loud.

Father slammed a newspaper on the table, then stepped back and crossed his arms. “Might I inquire what the meaning of this is, ‘dear’?”

“Whatever do you mean?” she asked, not looking up from the end of her staff. She studied its base, then ran her polish rag across it again.

“Anti-Bryndin had the green fairy locked up, and I know you’re behind it.”

So, don’t feel too sad that Anti-Cosmo grows up without a dad in my works! It wouldn’t have been the best relationship anyway. Besides that, now that I’ve had time to think about it, this Anti-Robin portrayal isn’t that far off Ambrosine, and I’d rather H.P. and Anti-Cosmo had fathers with very different personalities.

If you have a really sharp memory, you may possibly remember seeing that medal around Anti-Cosmo’s neck when I drew my late-night FOP/Moana doodle dump that one time.

I also have oodles of scenes deleted from Anti-Cosmo’s visit to Winkleglint’s estate, since originally Scarletfeather was supposed to show up and Anti-Cosmo panicked when he couldn’t stop Scarletfeather from luring Mr. Thimble away. I could have filled another entire chapter with what happened during that study abroad week, but in the end I decided they were mostly self-indulgent and not important enough in the grand scheme of things to justify leaving in.

I’m skimming through my files of deleted scenes and I forgot I had this one too. Anti-Cosmo wasn’t supposed to have his intelligence test proctored by Ambrosine originally, as I was going to send him to this mental hospital facility. I decided against it, but here is a terrifying scene that we almost got. So, it’s technically an alternative ending too:

Dr. Gabriel handed me a piece of bark marked with the word Failed. “Don’t get cocky. Everyone has their limits.”

Failed? That lout outright failed me? I dropped the bark strip and looked up as Dr. Gabriel spread his wings. With a few sharp beats, he flew out of the pit. I chased after him, searching the platform above me with my eyes. So I couldn’t fly, and I was short, but I could make that leap-

“Oof!”

Or… perhaps not. I slid back down to the floor and landed on my rump. Never one to be deterred, I leaped back to my feet. Something to boost me, something to boost me… Oh! Snatching up his forgotten broom, I backed against the opposite wall, and then ran forward. I shoved the handle of the broom into the corner offered by the platform and the floor and launched myself into the air. Yes! Yes! Ahahaha! I hurtled out of the pit and went rolling across the ground. Dr. Gabriel spun around, his mouth falling open in surprise.

“Please,” I begged him, climbing to my feet again. My broken wings batted feebly behind me. “I want to gain a Fairy education. Level with me, doctor. You don’t want Anti-Fairies filling up your precious conservative school. And I don’t want Anti-Fairies filling it up either. True, we Anti-Fairies are known for our memories, but I like to feel special, and I shouldn’t want to chance anyone stealing my thunder away from me. You let me in, and I won’t breathe a word about your biases against my people.”

Dr. Gabriel studied me with idle coldness, clutching his tablets to his chest. He drifted a few steps backwards along the corridor. “Anti-Cosmo, your genius is entirely creative. You’re severely behind in your knowledge of technical skills, and you lack basic common sense as well as a sense of self-preservation. Because of this, we can’t recommend you be placed in any advanced programs. You’ll need to stay where you’re at.”

The corners of my mouth twisted into a frown. Then a sneer. “Frankly, Dr. Gabriel, I’m not particularly fond of that option.”

With that, I yanked out the can of forget-a-cin I’d nicked from his pouch when he’d been turned the other way. Dr. Gabriel had time to look horrified before I mashed the button down. My eyes were squeezed shut, but even so, the world around me lit with white. I let the empty canister fall to the floor and opened my eyes again to find the nervous fairy glancing around in bewilderment.

“There,” I said. “I’ve just put a block over this memory of yours. I do hope no one else would care to challenge me, or I will be forced to perform the same trick on them. Now, I demand that you, good sir, will have me enrolled in all the classes of my choosing. Is that understood?”

Dr. Gabriel’s wandering eyes finally latched onto me. His shoulders shivered, although he possibly didn’t remember why. He bobbed a bit lower in the air. Then his wings fell silent altogether, and he leaned his back against the wall. He slid down to the floor. “S-security! Security?”

His voice was too weak for anyone who wasn’t an Anti-Fairy to hear. I sighed. Covering my eyes again, I made a signal with my other hand. “Oh, dear. I do apologize. I really never do this, you must understand. It’s so messy.”

If he hadn’t been so hazy from the aftereffects of the forget-a-cin, I’m sure Dr. Gabriel wouldn’t have let me get away with as much as he did. As it happened, I walked right up to him and lay my claw against the karmic pouch on the left side of his neck. He yelped, but I knocked his clumsy hands away from me without any real effort. I braced my hand against my hip.

“I really never do this. It’s vile and crude. So sorry, I really am. But then again, well, perhaps I’m really not.” And with that, I sunk my fangs into his neck. Blech. He tasted of old mutton.

Dr. Gabriel screamed. He twisted, his shoulders rapidly seizing up. I rolled my eyes and kept my fangs embedded until his coughs turned to silence and he had frozen in place, as still as a stone statue. Only then did I wrench back my head, bringing the coils of his karmic weave along with me. Most of them were blue, but here and there a pink one surfaced, or a yellow. As the colourful threads of his life whisked above us, I stood back and traced one claw beneath my eye.

“Anti-Fairy tears consist mainly of sulfuric acid, of course. And I daresay you hurt my feelings quite a bit back there, didn’t you?”

Forcing myself to cry came as naturally as forcing myself not to cry always had. I captured the burning tear on the end of my claw and, very slowly, held it out towards the paralyzed fairy sitting against the wall. For several long seconds, I let him see it glistening there. Threatening to drip down on the place where I had bitten him. Which was still bleeding.

“I never do this,” I said again, truthfully apologetic. “It’s messy and you’ll be rather cross when you wake up, assuming you wake again at all. But it is true that I am crying, and here you are, lying so very still. We’re standing rather close, aren’t we? So close that I could touch you.”

Lacking the ability to move, all Dr. Gabriel could do was sit numbly, his mouth gaping. I lowered my claw towards his neck.

“But it’s only a single tear, isn’t it? Why should a fairy care if he made an anti-fairy child cry? No, a single tear cannot hurt your conscience. A single tear may sting your skin, perhaps, but it shouldn’t cause any long-lasting problem so long as no liquid in your body is particularly warm. Oh, wait…” Here I feigned surprise, and brought my claw a mere centimetre from his karmic pouch. Green liquid trickled down his neck. I smiled. “Why, internal Fairy body temperature borders on the boiling point, does it not? Oooh, I’d hate to see what happens when that acid comes into contact with your blood. I’ve heard it’s prone to such catastrophic explosions.”

There was, of course, no reply. Sighing, I withdrew my handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the tear from my claw.

“No, but I suppose I’m a gentleman, so I shan’t leave you comfortless. As I told you, I really never do this. I’m all boasts and bluster, really. That’s all I really am. Let’s get you cleaned up, lad.”

I was just wiping away the last drops of acid from his stunned face when the door opened behind me. I looked over my shoulder to find Anti-Jolene floating there with a clipboard in hand. She took in the threads of wild karma and my kerchief, and looked at me with her ears cocked forward.

“So… How is it going?”

I sighed and tucked the handkerchief away. “Dr. Gabriel and I have just finished, painfully. I say, are business deals with Fairies always so messy?”

She smiled a thin smile. “It would behoove us to find a neutral party who could settle things between our two races more easily, wouldn’t it?”

“I’ll be cleaning karma out of my fur for weeks,” I muttered, and went about gathering up his tangled threads so I could stuff them back inside his soul.

He was one messed up kid in this draft, that is for sure. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll find a place for this scene in the current version someday, if I ever need to send an older Anti-Cosmo to a mental health facility. For now, however, it’s deleted.

“This Is a Box” was actually supposed to end differently as well. And of course, so was “This Is Halloween.” Every once in awhile I’ll have a piece get away from me and end the way it wants, but most of them end the way I plan from the start.

Thanks for all your requests! I really appreciate your curiosity!

#Anon #asks #riddleverse mention #Ace Penguin #Mushrooms and more #FAIRIES!#Reading recommendations #130 Prompts #ridwriting #The bat with the hat #Bat cube and associates #Frayed Knots #Ask box games

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slickjoneshq · 6 years

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• BASICS •

Full name: Mercedes Evelyn Jones.

Nickname(s) or alias(es): Cedes, Mercy. Was Cedes D’Ass when she first started porn

Preferred name(s): Mercedes or Cedes.

Date of birth: July 25,1991.

Zodiac sign: Leo.

Religion: Protestant Christian (still practicing)

Gender: Cis-Female

Preferred pronouns: she/her

Sexual preference: everyone

Romantic preference: everyone

Hometown: Atlanta, GA

Resides in: San Fernando, CA

Occupation: Adult Film Star, Occasional Back up Vocalist

Language(s) spoken: English, Jamaican Patois

Native language: English

• BACKGROUND •

Birth order: The eldest.

Level of education: BFA

How were their grades? Always did well in her music and theory classes but those damn english classes were the bane of her existence.

Best childhood memory: The Jones women teaching her and her sisters the family dance.

Family’s economic status: solidly middle class

Childhood career choice: Janet Jackson

School subject they excelled at:

School subject they had trouble with: American History and English

• APPEARANCE, VOICE & MANNERISMS •

Birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: She’s got a birthmark on her right knee identical to that of her maternal great grandmother. She has a small scar at the top of her lip from busting her lip as a kid and one across her arm from an accident playing at school and breaking her arm.

Tattoos: Mercedes has her daughters initials behind her right ear , a pair of lips on her left hip. The 91 on her left ring finger is fading but she’s got three purple flower on her ribcage.

Piercings: She’s got both sides of her nose pierced but usually opts to wear her left side with a silver hoop, dubbing it her “lucky side”. She has about four piercings in her left ear and two in right ear. She used to have the dimples in her back pierced but took those out after she got pregnant.

Dominant hand: Right.

Frequently worn jewelry: A gold necklace with the letters MJ in loopy script with two moonstones around the letters. A sliver chain with a small ruby in it.

Speech style: Depends on her moods. Usually in a clear voice with a small accent coming about when she gets around friends from home and a not terrible island accent.

Verbal tics: Spending the first three years with and around made pronouncing the number three sound like the number tree.

Scent: usually of her mario badescu shower gel and laundry detergent. will spice it up add perfumes now and again.

Posture: A soft slope in the shoulders

• PERSONALITY •

Personality type: enfp

Positive traits: gregarious, passionate, soft hearted.

Negative traits: loyal to the point of stupidity, head-strong, egoistic

Usual mood: relaxed and upbeat.

Insecurities: her body, her finances, her relationship with her child

Fears: too many to list but top five include; something happening to her daughter, her mom watching videos, being alone forever, having to settle for a life she doesn’t want, spiders.

Comforts: mint tea, food, wine, her morning peace playlist, the sound of her daughters laughter

Habits/quirks: cracking her knuckles, pacing, listening to her music, licking her lips,

Nervous tics: chewing her lip, tapping her foot , shaking her knee

Superstitions: makes wishes at 11:11 whenever she remembers, throws salt over her left shoulder when cooking, corn bread black eyed peas and collard greens at new years.

Pet peeves: people who talk with a full mouth, people who chew loudly, singers who can’t find their pitch.

• HEALTH & PSYCHOLOGY •

Diet: mercedes isn’t usually one to miss meals but she usually makes sure to make one day a week a vegetarian/vegan day. but she’s loves her greens and salads but you’ll have to pry her creamy dressings from her cold dead hands

Alcohol Use: known to indulge in a good glass of wine during the week.

Drug Use: smokes weed socially will use cigarettes when under extreme duress.

Addictions: unless you count sugar and bad love nope.

Allergies: regular seasonal allergies and people who can’t sing.

Exercise habits: makes a priority to head to the gym at least four times a week to work on her fitness and bump her music loud as hell.

Sleeping habits: Mercedes is a pretty normal sleeper but since the birth of her daughter she’s become a lighter sleeper and someone who rises at at least seven am just because.

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities? N/A.

Any mental illnesses/disorders? possibly suffered post-partum depression after birth of daughter isn’t a huge fan of talking about that time.

Enneagram Type: Type 3 (the Performer)

Moral Alignment: true neutral

Temperament: phlegmatic

Element: fire

Hogwarts House: slytherin

Intelligence Type: musical intelligence

• VIEWS ON... •

Life: it’s hard as hell.

Death: a possible pathway to some where your spirit goes

Love: a joke. point. blank. period. still wants to secretly have it romantically one day

Sex: is fun and a great way to get to know those who also like sex.

Marriage: not for her.

Divorce: a falling out of two people who should’ve never been together in the first place.

Family: a necessity. doesn’t always mean blood.

Friends: another necessity.

Politics: would love to say she doesn’t do them but like her life is on the line.

Religion: something ultra personal to her. Mercedes is still a practicing Christian and prays regularly as well as tithing to causes and other organizations.

Work: a necessity, idle hands are the devil’s playground.

Money: money makes the world go round.

Alcohol/Drug Use: make sure you’re using it to enhance or unwind. if she finds she’s using something too much as a crutch she typically tries to go two weeks detox of it.

Tattoos/Piercings: she’s covered in them and loves them on other people.

Swearing: makes talking fun

• FAMILY •

Father(s): Harper Jones

Describe their relationship: Mercedes remembers much of her life with her father as him being a positive but often passing presence. He was a military man.

Mother(s): Cecelia “Lia” Jones.

Describe their relationship: Her rock in the past but in a tough place currently.

Pet(s): a siberian mixed cat named Tizzy.

• QUESTIONNAIRE •

Optimistic or pessimistic? A personal pessimist about her own situations an outward optimist about others situations.

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Not necessarily methodical but definitely neat.

Book smart or street smart? street smart

Leader or follower? leader

Day or night person? day person

Cat or dog person? cat. obvi.

Coffee or tea? tea

What do they wear to bed? depends if anyone is in bed with her and for what reason. usually a big t-shirt and undies.

Do they snore? … but it’s cute though

What position do they sleep in? usually her stomach.

Which side of the bed do they sleep on? the middle. if someone’s with her then the side farthest from the door.

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

Do they get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence?

What would completely break them? Anything bad happening to her child.

What was the best thing in their life? so far her daughter’s third birthday and her first back up gig.

#ndhqtask01 #muse; the rebirth of slick #ndhqtask

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dancinginodessa · 6 years

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I’ve been doing this survey on New Year’s Eve for thirteen years, which is HALF MY LIFE, and I need to go sit down now.

1. What did you do in 2017 that you’d never done before?

Officiated a wedding, crocheted a shawl, got a joint membership to something with somebody (the New York Botanical Gardens, truly the highest level of commitment before marriage), marched for my beliefs, called my elected officials on a regular basis, got a promotion, genuinely did not give one shit if my dad’s family figured out my sexuality, etc.

2. Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

My sole New Year’s resolution, as usual, was about how many books I wanted to read. I chose 100. I read 103.

In the new year, I (please hold on to your hats) want to read less, only so I can write more. It’s been a while now since I graduated from the MFA program. I want to go back to the work I was learning to do and keep doing it. That was the point: to keep doing it.

I always want to learn to be more comfortable with not being in control, which might actually take me the rest of my life, but I might as well start sometime.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No, though I know of lovely people who had equally lovely babies! Just, you know, not babies I know very well.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

No. People got sick but recovered, and I am so grateful for that.

5. What countries did you visit?

I did not leave America for the...fourth year running? It’s a bummer.

6. What would you like to have in 2018 that you lacked in 2017?

Money that I am not actively setting on fire, and more room in this apartment.

7. What date from 2017 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

August 5: my best friend got married. I remember this on account of how I officiated, and also on account of it was one of the loveliest days of my life.

September 9: I had dinner at the American Girl Café, which I will not stop talking about until I am literally dead.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

I got a therapist!!!

9. What was your biggest failure?

I was a real dick to myself. And I’m still very bad at emailing people back in a timely fashion. As far as society is concerned, the latter is a graver sin.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

A bunch of weird bruises and scabs from being too clumsy to live, plus a pretty nasty cold or two. And I guess mental illness more or less constantly. But I think I am okayer now, and was okayer all this year, than I have been for a long time.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

G and I went halvsies on a Nintendo Switch! I’m real bad at Mario Kart 8 Deluxe! But I guess love is being real bad at something in front of someone and not caring.

Also: plane tickets to Cleveland and Chicago, bus tickets home, yarn for my mother’s Christmas shawl, a new phone because that means my dad has inherited my old phone and we can send each other emoji-filled texts now.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Everyone who put up a good fight. The friends who hugged and fed me. G, for riffing off my bad jokes with his own bad jokes for another whole calendar year. My parents, for everything. The McElroy brothers, for making me laugh every time I needed to.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

The government? Evangelical Christianity? Lani Sarem? In no particular order?

14. Where did most of your money go?

Transportation to other cities and mental healthcare. Holy hell am I glad that I now see a therapist who does not cost $$$$$.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Karen’s wedding!! Seeing Welcome to Night Vale live!! Making things to keep people I love warm!! The 5 Boro Bike Tour!! Switching to a shampoo that makes my dry hair less dry and therefore more acceptable in polite society!!

16. What song will always remind you of 2017?

“New Rules” by Dua Lipa, no contest.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. happier or sadder? Happier. Angrier. More willing to put up a fight.

ii. thinner or fatter? The same, I think, because we can’t afford an animator to redraw my sprite and I guess the series is going to be using this model until further notice.

iii. richer or poorer? Poorer. Woof.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Being honest about what I needed. Wearing a scarf instead of pretending I wasn’t cold. Watching Netflix, because now it’s almost 2018 and I still haven’t seen Stranger Things or Bojack Horseman and the entire zeitgeist has left me behind.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Worrying (about whether I am secretly the most unbearable person alive/about what my face is doing/about spending too much money/about what I should be doing with my life/about whether or not I am literally about to die, which, so far so good), though that is kind of a tall order.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?

I went home and spent December 25th at my grandma’s, where I was very cold and also very happy to be with my family. For Julian calendar Christmas, I think I am going to see family in Connecticut, and I haven’t seen them since I was 12, so this could be great AND/OR very awkward. Say a prayer.

21. Did you fall in love in 2017?

Stayed in it. Bought a time-share in it. Built a house in it.

22. How many one-night stands?

I’ve been having the same one-night stand for two and a half years, am I doing this wrong?

23. What was your favourite TV program?

I watched little to no TV this year, but I did really like the one episode of My Brother, My Brother & Me I saw! If we’re counting Youtube channels, I would like to give an award to Geography Now! for being the glue that bonds my parents and my boyfriend.

24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

Honestly, I don’t think so. 2017 is the year of smoldering resentment. I’m too tired to hate anybody extra.

25. What was the best book you read?

Oh geez. Lincoln in the Bardo was way up there. And Version Control. Also Shrill, and Her Body and Other Parties, and maybe a dozen more, but I’m trying to finish this before midnight (in five hours), so let’s stop there.

26. What was your greatest musical discovery?

This was not a year in which I listened to much music! That was weird. So I can’t say I really discovered anything; however, I certainly continued to be grateful for Ween.

27. What did you want and get?

A subscription to New York Magazine. Listen, it’s the little things. (Also, a raise.)

28. What was your favourite film of this year?

Thor: Ragnarok is the most profoundly bisexual movie I have ever seen. I would also like to nominate the trailer for A Wrinkle in Time, even though the movie is not out yet. It’s just that the trailer is very important to me.

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 26! And my birthday just happened to fall on one of the dates of Welcome to Night Vale’s spring tour, so I went to the Bell House with G. There’s a doofy photo of us on Facebook looking pleased with ourselves on the train, and I treasure it.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

I’m getting word that everybody else already submitted “a different president,” so how about...a rug in my living room that isn’t white? Come on, Past Nina. Who did you think you were? That kind of hubris is unbecoming, and we’re all paying the price now.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2017?

“Thanks, I Love Cardigans.”

32. What kept you sane?

Podcasts, crocheting, calling my mom to vent my spleen, and therapy (if you want the literal answer).

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Oscar Isaac is a beautiful man, and St. Vincent is my queen.

34. What political issue stirred you the most?

[tense, angry silence; in the distance, thunder and a horse’s whinny]

35. Who did you miss?

Everyone. All the time. Especially my parents.

36. Who was the best new person you met?

Who did I meet this year? It’s been a decade since January. The new tenants at the office are pretty delightful, and my first bonding activity with my roommate E was going with her and G to the Women’s March. (We three are the best apartment you know.)

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2017:

It’s okay if you aren’t okay.

#the year in review

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bts-love-sweat-tears · 7 years

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Life Eclipsed, Part 1

Name: Life Eclipsed

Type: Vampire/Supernatural!au, College!au, ANGST, some fluff & humor. It actually turned out really dark-where did this come from?

Pairing: BTS x Reader (I know who Y/N will end up with- who do you think? Let me know!)

Rating: Mature. There is no smut- there are plenty of blogs that can do that better, but a lot of dark themes. See warnings below. I do not endorse any of these things in real life.

Warnings: Language, underage drinking, (sort of controlling friends), eventual bloodshed (it IS a vampire fic). Also, let’s be real, the biting scene isn’t romantic at all, and kind of painful so read with caution. Disclaimer: Consent is sexy. Anything else is unacceptable. Only bite if they say yes!

Word Count: 4,946

A/N: I’m sorry that Third Base didn’t make it up last week-it’s long and unwieldy and I need to get some inspiration to do some serious editing. So, to stay somewhat on schedule and not become a total Tumblr recluse, I’ve decided to post this vampire fic.

A/N 2: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but it is so long! It’s over 11 full pages single-spaced on my computer. So, I’ve split it up and made it into at least two parts. Get pumped <3

The knock at your door startles you from your textbook. You always ended up procrastinating during the daylight hours, which meant that at night you often studied into the wee hours of the morning, after everyone else had gone to sleep. Everyone except for one person, that is-Park Jimin. You get up from your desk, joints popping, a sure sign that you have been sitting for too long. You casually fling open the door, already on your way back to your desk. Before it seemed possible, Park Jimin is clinging to your back like a koala, almost knocking you off balance.

“Yah, Jimin,” you half-shouted, half-sighed, knowing that no amount of protest on your part would change his mind. Not that you really minded- he was one of your oldest childhood friends, and it was a stroke of luck that you had ended up in the same college dorm (him on the floor below you) to face college together.

He clung closer and you knew that your studying was over. You got up and moved to your bed, where the two of you turned on your favorite show and snuggled platonically. During middle school and high school, you had been completely smitten with Jimin, but he seemingly never reciprocated your feelings. So you figured that it was better to have him in your life as a friend than as a romantic partner.

And it was a lucky thing that he was still in your life, because it helped you to grow your social group. You did like people, but tended to the serious and studious side. Jimin could seemingly read people like a book, learning what made them tick and all of their secrets. But being the person that he was, he never shared this information or caused any kind of social drama.

Through Jimin, you had been able to make many new friends, and there were six others in particular that you frequently hung out with. If Jimin was your childhood best friend, Taehyung had become your college best friend. Whenever you were too stressed or serious, he would always know how to make you laugh. When your head was full of class material, he would bring you back to the real world and make every day an adventure. It was easy, it was comfortable, and he was a calming presence in your life. And despite whatever drama or teen novel may have predicted, there was no drama between your old and new friend. They each had their time and place in your life, and the three of you often hung out together, forming a complementary trio.

The others- Jungkook, Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin also hung out with you, but not as much. Jungkook was two years younger than you, Jimin, and Tae, but had somehow finished high school early and was here on a football scholarship, so he was often busy with practice and his sports buddies. You had made small talk but never had any in-depth conversations- he always seemed to be flustered and would run off after a few minutes. You would cringe inwardly-maybe he didn’t like you. Jimin was always so good at making small talk, but you always felt that it was like pulling teeth. But he kept hanging out with everyone so maybe your company wasn’t too unbearable.

Hoseok and Yoongi were upperclassmen. The juniors (third-years) liked others in the group, but it was a known thing that they were a package deal. Their friendship was on a different level than the rest. When Hobi wasn’t practicing dance for his performance major, and Yoongi wasn’t recording for his music production major, they could be spotted going for runs around campus in matching orange jumpsuits. It was very “The Life Aquatic” and you loved it. Secretly, you hoped they were more than friends, but you had no indication either way, and didn’t want death glares, so you kept your fangirling (mostly, you hoped) to yourself. They definitely seemed too cool for school, so while they were a part of your group, you were a little intimidated by them and didn’t hang out as much except as a part of the group.

If you were intimidated by them, then Seokjin was absolutely unapproachable, but in a completely different way. He was insanely popular with the female (and male, and everyone, really) segment of campus, constantly smiling and making jokes. He somehow made turtlenecks sexy and dressed like he had just stepped out of the pages of a magazine. Even when he wore sweats, or a Mario t-shirt, he made it look like haute couture. He was one of those people who could look amazing when they just got out of bed. On top of that, the senior was friendly to everyone, and smart, and apparently wanted to take over the family business. It was just all too much. You always got flustered around him, feeling completely underwhelming in comparison. He never did anything to encourage that feeling, but it just happened. Despite that, he would always smile and wave when he saw you around campus, and would stop to say hi. He always asked if you would be coming to whatever party was happening that weekend, and genuinely seemed hopeful that you would say yes. You couldn’t decide if you should feel flattered (oh, how a girl could dream), or if he genuinely hoped that everyone would come to the party. Sometimes, the amount of time you spent second-guessing your interactions was exhausting.

Namjoon was the centerpiece that held the group together. Equally friendly with Jin, Hobi & Yoongi, the sophomore business student was involved in every club, president of his class, and representative of all students to the administration. Somehow, he also had a 4.0, was involved in 3 different language clubs, and found time to party and hang out on the weekend. He would tutor you sometimes, and the two of you had a similar sense of humor….and klutziness. The others would laugh, and say that you were made for each other. You both laughed it off and smiled. If Joon had helped you with school, then you had helped him socially, giving him insight into the mind of girls. Plus, you knew for a fact that he only wanted to date someone older, so the two of you had an elder brother-younger sister vibe.

Pulling you out of your thoughts was another knock at the door, and you knew it could only be Tae. Your room had become the defacto hang out spot- you had a single, and being somewhat of an introvert you were very into “nesting” and making your room as cozy as possible, since you spent so much time there. You had twinkle lights draping outward from a central point in the ceiling, plenty of soft blankets in calming neutrals, and enough tea to run a teahouse. When people needed to talk or hang out, they knew where to go.

You opened the door, only to have the air squeezed out of your lungs by a tight hug. Just as quickly, you were released, and Tae was headed to your bed.

“I am HURT,” he laughed, dramatically looking pained. “How could you traitors watch an episode without me?”

Jimin acted even more indignant. “I texted you like 15 times…you snooze, you lose! Where have you been?”

Tae wiggled his eyebrows as he settled onto your bed. “I was helping the hyungs plan the Halloween party-you know it’s a big deal for us,” he said, looking pointedly at Jimin.

Jimin’s smile dipped a bit, but he quickly smiled again. “Tae, it’s a big deal on every college campus. Y/N, have you thought of your costume? You should go as little Red Riding Hood hiding from the wolf” he laughed again, not so subtly changing the subject.

“But with a shorter skirt,” Tae smirked.

You couldn’t figure out what was with the weird atmosphere, but told yourself that you were overthinking it. You decided to call them out. “You guys are being freaking weird right now, you know? First of all, it’s still a week away, and second of all, I told you that it was a surprise.” You squeezed in between them, grabbing the computer and starting another episode. They settled down, and as the episode dragged on, you felt your eyes slowly closing. You heard them murmuring quietly to each other on either side of your head, but you were too far gone to process the words.

The two were already awake and gone when you woke up. They always did this, and somehow you were always the first to fall asleep, and the last to wake up. How they looked as good as they did irked you. You always woke up with bags and felt tired, but despite the fact that you literally never saw any of them sleep, they always looked better than you. You knew that Jimin had struggled with insomnia ever since the two of you had turned sixteen, but he never really looked worse for the wear. You were happy it didn’t seem to impact his quality of life too much, but you wished you could look as glowy without like six pounds of highlighter.

With that you got out of bed, and went through your morning routine. An hour later, you found yourself in line at the campus coffee shop, wondering if you should get 3 or 4 shots of espresso in your drink. You had a full day of classes, a lab report to write, and a tutoring session with Joon. It was going to be a long day. You hear your name being called and struggled to lift the metaphorical fog and act normal. Hobi & Yoongi were at the table in the corner, books and laptops spread out. They gestured for you to join them, and you went over a few minutes later, latte in hand.

“What’s up, guys? How’s it going?” you asked, as they shuffled their papers and made room for you.

“Not much, just getting ready for the week,” Hobi smiled. “Can it be the weekend yet?”

“Lemon, it’s Monday,” Yoongi deadpanned. You chuckled and took a sip of your drink.

“So, I hear you guys are planning a Halloween party this Saturday,” you mention, hoping this is an appropriate topic of conversation. “Did my invite get lost in the mail?” you joke, comfortable enough to rib them a little.

An awkward silence settled over the table, and you started to second guess yourself. “Y/N-ah, we would love for you to come,” Hobi started, sounding unsure. “You’re one of our closest friends, but we know you aren’t into super huge, loud parties, and it could get a little wild…” he trailed off.

Yoongi cut in. “It might be better for you to come celebrate with us on Friday-Joon is having a séance to celebrate Samhain. He’s convinced that it will be easier to communicate with spirits, since it symbolizes the arrival of the darker half of the year.” You struggle to figure out whether he is joking or serious- he always talks in the same deep monotone, no matter what. Like he’s experienced a thousand years of boredom, or something.

“Jungkookie also told me that the football team is having bonfires on Friday too, which could be fun for you,” a voice from behind you chips in. “He mentioned that he hoped you would come.” Yoongi and Hoseok seem unsurprised, but you jump when you find Jin’s arm on the back of your chair as he settles into his own, which is far too close for comfort. You try to put a little more distance between the two of you, but there’s not much room and his shoulders are illegally broad. He’s wearing his glasses, a black turtleneck, and a camel-colored wool jacket. You’re glad that the café is always a bit drafty, or you might have overheated just looking at him. He gives you a strange look, and for a brief moment, you are worried that he can hear your thoughts.

“So I can’t party with you guys, but I should crash a football party? Where I know literally only one person? You guys are giving Jimin and Tae a run for their money in the weirdness department.” You sigh and run your hand through your hair. “I’m going to go to class. See you guys this weekend, hopefully.”

You try not to be too petty, but why are they all being so weird about this? You literally hang out all the time. Maybe you were just tagging along in Jimin’s friend group and they put up with you but didn’t really like you. You hated feeling this insecure, but what could you do when your favorite people didn’t want to hang out on one of the main social weekends? The day dragged by, and when you met Joon in the library for your tutoring session, he must have seen immediately from your face that something was wrong. Even though the party itself wasn’t that big of a deal, the fact that it was playing on larger insecurities meant that he had to listen to you cry, and he hugged you, patting your head and rubbing circles in your back.

“Y/N, sweetie, don’t doubt that they like you. They love you. They just want you to be happy and safe on a night that is known for being crazy,” he said, his rhythmic voice calming you down.

“But Joon,” you sniff, “isn’t it my choice? Don’t they respect me as a person with agency? I’m not theirs to protect, and I’m capable of making my own choices.”

“Of course, Y/N-ah. But if you thought any of us were in danger, wouldn’t you try to dissuade us?”

“In danger?” you scoff, sadness dissipating and anger returning. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic? Our campus may be big, but we still all mostly know each other, and there is a sense of community. Plus, you know they amp up campus security this weekend anyway.”

Joon had an unreadable look on his face. He was so logical, calm and collected, and knew how to explain things clearly. So his vagueness was confusing to you.

“Halloween, All Hallows Eve, All Saints Eve, All Hallow tide, Samhain, the equinox: call it what you will, but it is the start of the darker half of the year. Various world religions acknowledge it as a time to placate spirits and to celebrate the dead, and you don’t know what else could be out there that night.”

Your eyes turned to saucers in disbelief. “Who are you? What have you done with the ever logical, scientific, there-is-an-explanation for everything friend that I know and love?” You pack up your books. “Sorry, Joon, but I don’t think I have it in me to listen to more bullshit reasons about why my friends don’t want to hang out with me. I’ll see you later.”

“But Y/N-ah, we haven’t even studied at all,” Namjoon’s voice echoes after you, but you are already halfway out the door and headed to the hall. You head directly back to your dorm room, lock the door (you have zero energy for Jimin or Tae today), and brew yourself some calming tea. You turn on a meditation channel on YouTube and try to cleanse your mind of the toxic thoughts that have been haunting you all day. You finish and decide to burn some incense, hoping that it will add to the calming atmosphere. You settle into bed, in an oversized well-loved hoody, and in a pair of boxers from who knows where. A knock at your door makes some of the calmness you worked so hard for evaporate.

“WHAT. If you’re Jimin, I don’t want to see you tonight. If you’re Tae, I don’t want to see you tonight. Actually, if you’re Jin, Namjoon, Hobi or Yoongi, I also don’t want to see you tonight.”

“What if I’m Jungkook?” a quiet voice asks. You debate in your bed a moment longer, before getting up. When you open the door, he flinches back.

“Looking that rough, eh?” you laugh. “It’s kind of been a shitty day, so spare me your judgement.”

“No, noona, I would never think that,” he stumbles over his words. “What were you burning in here? It smells disgusting. It’s making my skin crawl.” You move to the side, but he says in the doorway.

“It’s supposed to be cleansing, and to keep away negative energies. I went to a pagan supplier somewhere and it was given to me.” The door is still open, but Jungkook remains in the hallway.

“Are you waiting for an official invitation or something? Come in.” you climb back into bed. Jungkook does enter, but lingers by the door, looking any minute like he’ll make a run for it.

“Just wanted to make sure you know about the party on Friday night,” he mumbles. “The football team is having a bonfire party, and I’d love for you to come with. It would make it less lame.”

“Wow, you’re really selling me on this…” you mutter into your pillow.

“Come on, noona. You hang out with Jimin and Tae all the time, I see you with Namjoon in the library 24/7, and just this morning I saw you, Hobi, Yoongi and Jin at the coffee shop as I was on my way back from practice. How come we’re the only ones who never hang out together?”

You debate answering Because you’re acting like a little shit right now, but instead settle on “Stalker much? But fine, I’ll see you Friday night.” He practically jumps on your bed and tackles you into a hug. “It will be so fun, noona! Be sure to wear your best flannel shirt. Or I can let you borrow one of mine!” He sounds far too pleased at this, so you kick him out of your bed and guide him back to the door. “Alright young man, back to bed. Noona needs her sleep.” Though he could easily stop you, he lets you lead him out the door, where you wave as he walks down the hall.

Tuesday morning comes, and you are awakened by another unpleasant surprise. Mother Nature has decided to pay you an unwelcome visit. You stumble to your small en-suite bathroom, looking for your stash of supplies. Your hair is sticking everywhere, and you feel bloated and gross. You opt for one of Jimin’s old oversized sweatshirts that he has left behind, and your comfiest pair of yoga pants, and your black Converse. You throw your hair up and debate staying home from class, but decide it’s not that bad, yet. You are definitely craving some kind of carbs, and know you will need caffeine to get you through the day. You decide you will buy another three-shot latte, and possibly a blueberry muffin. You grab your bag, and head out the door, only to run directly into Jimin.

“Yah, you scared the shit out of me,” you say, heart pounding loudly. “What are you doing lurking outside my door?”

Jimin pouted, sticking out his lower lip more than was strictly necessary. “I didn’t even get to see you yesterday, and this is how you treat me? Can’t I want to grab a coffee with my best friend-hey, is that my sweatshirt?”

“Possession is three-fourths of the law,” you say simply, locking your door.

20 minutes later your dreams of a muffin and coffee have come true, and you and Jimin have snagged the much-coveted table near the bay window. It seems like today will be better than yesterday. Jungkook passes by the café, waving as he walks by. He has his gym bag, so you can only assume that he is on his way to practice. His eyes pan over you and his expression changes. He and Jimin exchange a look, and mochi Jimin is gone. His face settles into a smirk as he watches the freshman continue on his way.

“You know, I think you should keep that sweatshirt. It looks way better on you than it does on me,” he winks, getting up to throw out your trash.

You scoff at his sudden grease. “Yes, because looking good is what I was going for when I got dressed in my athleisure chic this morning.”

“I’m serious right now, Y/N,” he intones, moving closer. For half a second, you feel entranced by his gaze, but then you blink and the moment passes. You wonder if you’ve imagined it, or if it’s your hormones running rampant. You are not ready for this weirdness from your childhood friend, so you push past him and head out the door, waving back without a second glance. You hear his quiet laughter before the door swings shut, so you know he’s not too offended by your brusque exit.

The rest of the week passes quickly, and though you are still kind of salty about Saturday’s party, you’ve decided that you will deal with it when the time comes. Your entire friend group has been extra attentive the entire week, so you feel your icy anger melting away. Maybe they are just being overly protective. Which still isn’t cool, but at least they’re not shunning you. It’s Friday afternoon, and you’re wondering how long you have until you need to leave your bed and get ready. But if you’re going to the party with Jungkook’s football friends, you need to make a good first impression.

While you’re not sure what to expect from the bonfire, you heard from some classmates that it is a costume party. You want to be comfy, since it’s outside, but Halloween is a big deal. You decide on a red dress, black tights and sneakers, and some devil horns. You do your makeup as dramatic as possible, opting for a red lip and smoky eye at the same time. Simple, but dramatic.

Jungkook shows up later, dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans. Just as you’re starting to feel insecure about being overdressed, he compliments how good you look.

“Your alter ego makes an appearance,” he smirks, looking at the devil horns.

“All good superheroes need one,” you shoot back. “What about you? Any alter egos I’ll be seeing tonight?”

His smile lessens into a grimace. “Let’s hope not. It’s too soon for that.”

You arrive to the scene of the bonfire, and before you can ask him what he meant, his teammates are jostling him and shoving drinks at the two of you. You crack your beer open, and settle onto a bale of hay that has been arranged in a ring around the fire. They really went all out with the theme. You look up at the stars, and notice how full the moon looks. Despite your hippie tendencies, you are not one for astrology, but it seems foreboding. You take another sip of your beer. Jungkook sits down next to you, own beer in hand.

You were worried that the night would be awkward, since the two of you rarely hang out without the rest of your group, but he has you laughing the whole time. Whether it’s the fire or the beer, you can’t tell, but your face feels warm and you find yourself staring at his mouth as he talks. His own eyes seem to be drifting downward, and linger on your neck. Though you like Jungkook only as a friend, you start to wonder what this moment would be like if Jin were here. A girl can dream, right? You laugh at your own absurdity. He’s probably at a posh club somewhere-well, as posh as our college town can be. Or home for the weekend, or busy modeling turtlenecks or staring at his reflection in the mirror somewhere. You don’t think he’s quite that narcissistic, but frankly you wouldn’t blame him if he were.

You and Jungkook slowly drift off from the rest of the party, and into the quiet woods that surround the clearing. Before you can even process what is happening, the two of you are kissing frantically. Though you had just reminded yourself that he was your friend, you have to admit that he is a phenomenal kisser.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening-I’ve liked you for so long.” he mumbles, lips crashing against your own. You’re flattered to say the least, but how do you kindly tell someone that these are just meaningless, drunk kisses between friends? So you say nothing.

Your hands are in his hair, as peppers kisses along your collarbones. Right as you’re about to tell him not to leave any marks, you feel teeth against your skin. He glances up, eyes, glowing, but you convince yourself it is just the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. You shiver slightly. This isn’t something you’re usually into, but what harm could it do?

The answer, as it turns out, at least in this particular case, is a lot.

It is Jin, who finds you a few hours later, curled up at the base of a tree, shivering from both cold and fear. In the back of your mind, you know that you would be embarrassed by him seeing you like this, but you are beyond caring. All you can focus on are the glowing eyes, and the image of razor sharp, bloodstained teeth. Not to mention the blinding pain in your neck. It doesn’t seem to be subsiding, and the small, logical part of your brain is surprised that you haven’t passed out yet. You can feel wetness trickling down the side of your torso, down your arm, and to your fingers, and you idly wonder how much blood someone can lose before it becomes a medical emergency.

Jin moves slowly, so as not to startle you, but you still flinch when he drapes his coat around you. His face, which is fading in and out of focus, looms closer.

“Shit, Y/N, stay with me, please,” his voice sounds frantic. You flinch back again at the sound of his voice, and at his sudden closeness. “Don’t be scared, I promise I’ll keep you safe. You have my word.” His hands are placed gently on either side of your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. It looks like his eyes flash, lighting up briefly as he says those words, but you are so far gone it is hard to tell. The longer you look into his eyes, the heavier your limbs become, and soon you fade off into oblivion, something you would have thought to be impossible just a few moments before.

You feel someone pick you up, and it feels like you are floating. You are set down on something soft, and you can hear voices, but they sound like they are under water.

“Joon, that bastard chewed the shit out of her. He didn’t even seal the wound. By the time I found her, she had half bled out. I don’t know if she’ll make it-you have to save her! As the leader of the coven, you’re the only one with enough self-control to pull it off.” It sounds like Jin, but you’ve never heard him so agitated in real life. It must be a dream.

A pause, and then a sigh. “I’m not sure I should. I’d be condemning her to an eternity with us. She would have to see the people that did this to her every day for the rest of her ‘life.’ You know that the survival rate is low for those who are turned, and she wouldn’t have the family support that those of us who were born with this…condition… have.” Namjoon’s voice sounded deliberative.

“Joon, you have to do this! For me. I won’t ask for anything ever again, I swear. But I promised her that I would keep her safe. I made an oath. I will be her family.” This must be a dream-Jin would never be so heavy and serious. The campus flirt? When you wake up, you will 100% do a dream analysis to figure out what this all means. There is silence again, and you begin to drift back off.

“Yah, there isn’t much time! You can hear her heartbeat slowing.”

An exasperated huff- “Fine, but you will take full responsibility. Call Yoongi and Hoseok to stabilize her while I do this.”

After a few moments, you feel cool, strong hands on your arms and legs. Before you can ponder who they belong to, the white-hot burning in your neck explodes into a supernova, and your screams block out everything else.

A/N 3: Ahh what is this? I’m scared to put it out into the world, but I hope you all like it!

#bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts angst #supernatural!au #vampire!au #college!au #bts x reader #bts x you

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Oh jesus christ. This is such karma 😭 but challenge accepted…. 😏

1) A book you read for a movie: I hope I get that question right but I only did that once and it was with the Maze runner.2) A favorite adapted movie: Uh Harry Potter I guess?3) A guilty pleasure: Binge watching my fav tv series4) A movie from your favorite director you didn’t like: Hmm I don’t really have a fav but I do like Tim Burton a lot and from the movies I’ve seen there’s never been one I didn’t like. They’re all super original5) A movie that was better than the book: Usually all the books are better than the movies. Have yet to encounter the opposite 6) A movie that you know is bad but you can’t help but love it: There’s one movie, forgot the title, but it was like this B horror movie that I just loved even though the effects and make up was so bad. Even the acting was bad. But it was about this werewolf’s life and how he fell in love with this girl and well yeah romance always sucks me in 😂 7) A movie you watched mainly for an actor: Sweeney Todd, I watched that one mainly because of Johnny Depp and also because it interested me 8) Age: 20 🎉9) Any piercings that you want?: I want a few piercings still. In my ear, a dermal and belly button piercing once I have the bod for it 10) Any tattoos you want?: I do want tattoos but aside from a few personal things (🐱) I don’t know what (yet, I guess)11) Anyone you’re giving up on?: No one12) Are relationships ever worth it?: Usually they are. If it’s real and natural, something that just fulfills you and makes you happy. Makes you a better person the hell yes. They’re not worth it when it’s overall wrong13) Are you a forgiving person?: I am very much so. Not always a good thing though14) Are you a heavy sleeper?: Fuck yes I am. My mom always says that I’d sleep through an earthquake or bomb15) Are you a jealous person?: God…. Love wise, yes. Definitely yes. But I become a crazy bitch then 🙂16) Are you a social or an antisocial person?: Forever asocial asf17) Are you allergic to anything?: Not that I know of. Certain skin products and a sensitive stomach but that’s it 18) Are you currently in a relationship?: Nope19) Are you dating the last person you talked to?: Sadly enough not….. yet20) Are you due sometime this year for a doctor’s visit?: I hope not21) Are you easy to get along with?: As long as it stays superficial then sure. The ones closest to me have their hands full with me22) Are you going out of town soon?: No 😭23) Are you good at hiding your feelings?: Depends but sometimes I am24) Are you good at math?: God no, the worst at that. 35% on an exam kinda bad 25) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?: No I’m not. I do hope to be happy with who I am trying to become26) Are you lonely?: I often am27) Are you mad at someone right now?: Yes I am28) Are you nice to everyone?: As long as they deserve it then yes 29) Are you outgoing or shy?: Shy, verrrrrrry shy30) Are you over your past?: Not yet but one day I will be31) Are you someone’s best friend?: I’m not32) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?: As I am now then no, as I hope to be then yes33) Are you tired right now?: Very tired, always am34) Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?: Not today35) Are you wearing socks right now?: No hahaha I’m in bed so36) Are your toenails painted pink?: No they’re not37) Basic question: what’s your favorite color/colors?: Green/black/grey/red/beige38) Baths or showers?: Depends on my mood but lately mostly showers39) Best friend(s): No one40) Biggest age gap between you and someone you’ve dated: Never really dated anyone so don’t have an answer41) Birthday: 17/0242) Can insanity bring on more creativity?: Oh hell yes, the insane created creativity43) Can you commit to one person?: I can and always will 44) Can you drive a stick shift?: I can45) Can you drive? If so do you like, why?: I can drive and love speeding the most but it also gives me anxiety so.. I end up not driving46) Can you hold your breath under water without using your hand?: Obviously yes47) Can you live a day without TV?: TV yes, Netflix no 😂😂48) Can you tie a bow-tie? A regular tie? If yes, how and when did you learn?: I can’t……49) Coke or Pepsi?: Neither ew50) Currently wanting to see anyone?: Yes, my poopsie51) Dark, milk, or white chocolate?: Milk chocolate ftw but never much cause nausea52) Deadpool is the greatest; discuss: Deadpool is just overall the funniest. He doesn’t give a fuck about anything but still does good. He’s original53) Define: Art: Art is anything that can touch the soul whether that is in the form of a song, book, poem or even a Van Gogh. I believe even the human body is a piece of art. Nature is art54) Describe your best friend, personality and looks: ///55) Describe your favorite food. Who makes it?: My fav food is this pasta my mom makes with a cream cheese tomato sauce just fuck yes 56) Describe your physical “ideal mate”: My physical ideal mate… Hmmm someone that has muscled arms with sleeve tattoos. Veiny hands 😍 dark hair, a stubble and beautiful green eyes. Looks good in joggers, a suit or anything inbetween 57) Did you have a dream last night?: Don’t remember58) Did you have a good day yesterday?: Yesterday was overall a pretty good day actually59) Did you wake up cranky?: I didn’t 60) Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?: In most cases people deserve a 2nd chance. It just really depends on what they’ve done. Some things can’t be forgiven or fixed61) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: I believe in both ghosts and aliens 62) Do you believe in karma?: Oh for sure, even experienced it myself63) Do you believe in love?: I do believe in love64) Do you believe in luck?: I believe people can get lucky. But actual luck, not sure 65) Do you believe in magic?: A part of me wants to believe that magic is real but rational me doesn’t66) Do you believe in soul mates?: I do hahaha67) Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?: I think everyone has a person they’re meant to be with 68) Do you care if people talk badly about you?: I care more than I’d like to admit and it affects me too which sucks69) Do you chew on your straws?: Oh god I do, I can’t stop once I’ve started hahahahah70) Do you collect anything?: I don’t anymore71) Do you cry easily?: Too easily 😢72) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?: I don’t drive but I have almost crashed twice so73) Do you eat meat?: I do eat meat but also meat replacements74) Do you ever wanna get married?: I’d love to get married at some point75) Do you fall for people easily?: Not at all76) Do you get a lot of colds?: I used to but thankfully not anymore77) Do you get butterflies around the person you like?: I’m not physically around the person I like but he gives me butterflies from a distance so78) Do you hate anyone?: I do but wish I didn’t have to79) Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?: Nope, actually love him so80) Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? If not, do you want one?: I don’t and at some point I do want a bf, when I’m ready and a better person81) Do you have a collection of anything?: I have a collection of a few things. One that comes to mind is Me to You bears 82) Do you have a crush?: I do but it’s also more than that, way more83) Do you have a tan? 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Necklaces?: Only the bracelet my mom got me105) Do you like watching scary movies?: They’re my fav so yes106) Do you like your neighbors?: Ew no107) Do you miss anyone right now?: Hm not really108) Do you need to do laundry?: Always hahaha109) Do you plan on moving out within the next year?: Nope110) Do you play video games? What are your favorites?: I don’t anymore but my favs were Spyro, Crash, Mario and Assassin’s Creed or Far Cry. Idk COD is cool too111) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: Video chatting but only with close ones112) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: Always behind113) Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?: Neither114) Do you prefer to text or call your friends?: Texting ftw 115) Do you replay things that have happened in your head?: All the time 😕116) Do you save money or spend it?: Depends but usually save117) Do you secretly like someone?: It’s not a secret so118) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?: With119) Do you sleep with the door open or closed?: Almost closed120) Do you still talk to the first person that you kissed?: No121) Do you think someone has feelings for you?: I do122) Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?: No hahaha123) Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you?: Oh very much so 124) Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?: I can last a lifetime without cheating so 125) Do you think you like someone?: I know I like someone 😂😂126) Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?: Nope127) Do you think you’re a strong person?: I’m far from a strong person, I’m rather weak128) Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2014?: My life did change dramatically before 2014. If it will by next year, who knows129) Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?: When I’m ready for a bf, then I do want one130) Do you want any piercings? Where?: I would like a dermal between my boobs, more piercings in my ears and a belly button piercing once I have the bod for it 131) Do you want children? How many and what would you name them?: At this point it’s not something I can answer132) Do you want tattoos? What of?: I do want tattoos, only 2 I am sure of 🐱🌛133) Do you want to try any drugs? Acid? Shrooms? Ecstasy?: LSD x Weed134) Do you want your tongue pierced?: Ew no 😝135) Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it?: Both136) Do you wear jeans or sweats more?: Sweats ftw137) Do you work out?: Yes by getting out of bed in the morning138) Does anyone hate you?: Who knows hahahaha probably139) Does anyone like you?: I think so140) Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?: Not regularly but enough141) Dogs or Cats? Why?: Both cause both are freaking awesome duh 🐶🐱142) Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?: The most attractive143) Draw a selfie: Too lazy and no talent 144) Ever been in a physical fight?: Yes 😂145) Ever been in love?: Yes and still am 146) Ever been on a plane?: Yes147) Ever been suspended or expelled? what for?: No I was a good, boring student 148) Ever go to camp?: Pony camp hahahaha149) Ever had a poem or song written about you?: Yes 🙄150) Ever had a rumor spread about you?: Hm yes151) Ever had a terrible breakup?: No152) Ever kissed under fireworks?: No153) Eye colour: Just brown 154) Favourite actors: Hmmm fav actors. Probably Morgan Freeman, Johnny Depp, Jonah Hill, Dylan O'Brien, … 155) Favourite actresses: Fav actresses: Angelina Jolie, Jennifer Aniston, Emma stone, Meryl Streep, …156) Favourite animals: All animals (dogs, cats, birds, chameleons, dolphins, turtles, lions …) xxx157) Favourite bands: Uh Kodaline and Papa Roach are he only ones I can come up with hahaha 158) Favourite cartoons: Hmm avatar159) Favourite color: Red, green, grey and black. Beige too160) Favourite Comedy: Jesus tough one uhm The Hangover probably 161) Favourite comic book movie: I think hmm Deadpool 162) Favourite day of the year: Don’t have a fav day 163) Favourite Disney Movie: Beauty and the Beast but Mulan, the Lion King, The Little Mermaid etc come close too 164) Favourite drink: Ice tea 🙂 no idk alcohol wise it just depends on my mood165) Favourite Fantasy: Uh idk tbh, I have so many166) Favourite feature on yourself: My eyelashes or my kindness, not sure what kinda feature hahahah167) Favourite fictional character: Ron Weasley168) Favourite film: V for Vendetta169) Favourite food: Kebab170) Favourite food for munchies?: Salty snacks171) Favourite hobbies or things to do after smoking?: I don’t smoke? 172) Favourite ice cream?: Banana (coconut, lemon, vanilla)173) Favourite Love Story: Ruth and Ira from The Longest Ride174) Favourite Movie Soundtrack: Banks - waiting game175) Favourite movies?: Before I wake, The best of me, The lights between oceans, Mr and Mrs Smith, Charlie’s Angels, …176) Favourite movie remake: Nightmare on Elm street177) Favourite Musical: Beauty and the Beast178) Favourite mythical creature and why?: Tough one.. A dragon 179) Favourite number?: 17180) Favourite person?: Poopsie181) Favourite quote from a movie: “I love you so much. I just want you to be happy. Even if that happiness no longer includes me”182) Favourite quote from a song: “It’s holding on, though the road’s long. And seeing light in the darkest things. And when you stare at your reflection. Finally knowing who it is”183) Favourite quotes in general?: “But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most.”184) Favourite Science Fiction movie: Uh idk actually185) Favourite season and why?: Spring because the blossoms are appearing, people feel more alive again186) Favourite singer?: Demi Lovato 😍187) Favourite song: Kesha - Praying188) Favourite stage show?: No idea189) Favourite store to shop in?: A grocery store190) Favourite subject?: Personality psychology191) Favourite things to do: Just chilling and watching a tv series. Going on a trip and taking pictures. Writing. Spending time with loved ones192) Favourite TV show?: Overall probably Teen Wolf but I have many favs193) Fears?: Being abandoned, not being good enough and the dark194) First thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word: food?: Idk this table full of food I love 😂😂195) First thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word: love?: Poopsie196) Get the book closest to you, open to page fifty. What’s the first line?: “They both looked surly and unhappy, and the girl had clearly been crying.”197) Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?: That’s a very odd thing. I love when a guy is able to show emotions. I don’t love it when they cry cause it’s sad obviously198) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence): Girls are all beautiful and unique, so are guys 🙂199) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word: heart: A shitload of songs about heartbreak 200) Hair Color?: Light brown 201) Hair Length?: Pretty freaking long. Doesn’t reach my ass yet202) Has anybody ever given you butterflies?: Oh for sure 😍🦋203) Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?: Only 2 of my friends204) Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?: They have205) Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?: Yes, my poopsie206) Have you been to a gig in the past month?: A concert of Oscar and the wolf207) Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?: No208) Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?: No209) Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?: Thank god not, only 24 hours210) Have you ever been called a tease?: Uhm yes211) Have you ever been in a physical fight?: Yes212) Have you ever been in love?: Yes and still am213) Have you ever caught a butterfly?: No, they aren’t made to be caught214) Have you ever cried over a guy?: Uh obviously 215) Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?: Yes at McDonald’s 216) Have you ever eaten a crayon?: No? 😂217) Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend?: No ew also don’t have an ex218) Have you ever felt replaced?: Yes, often219) Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them?: Always, fear of rejection220) Have you ever had your heart broken?: Yes 221) Have you ever kissed a Chris?: Not yet 🙂🙂🙂222) Have you ever kissed a Sophie?: No223) Have you ever kissed someone older than you?: Yes224) Ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?: No225) Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?: I have226) Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the same sex?: I haven’t 227) Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?: Yes 😂228) Have you ever liked someone who didn’t like you back?: Yes229) Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?: Hm yes 230) Have you ever thrown up in the car?: Thank god not, that’s gross231) Have you ever told someone you loved them?: I have 232) Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?: I guess yes233) Have you ever wanted something you couldn’t have?: Yes more than once 234) Have you had any real Tumblr crushes?: Yes, one 235) Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?: No 236) Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?: No237) Have your pants ever fallen down in public?: No, that’s weird…..238) Have your parents ever caught you doing something you wish they hadn’t?: Not in the moment but after yes239) Height: 1m70, or something at least240) How are you?: I’m fine 241) How are you really?: Who the fuck knows, I don’t so242) How do you like your eggs?: Omelet243) How do you look on a night out?: Boring, dark clothes usually. A bit of mascara, hair straight and loose 244) How do you look right now?: Oh god you don’t wanna know. Horrible, awful, disgrace hahahahaha245) How do you vent your anger?: By writing, exploding or smashing doors 246) How is your best friend?: No idea, also don’t really have one247) How late did you stay up last night and why?: 3.30, watched a movie. Texted with poopsie and did the first part of these questions and then KO'ed 248) How long can you hold your breath for?: 40 seconds maybe. Tested it once but forgot and was many years ago249) How long does it take you to bath?: Like 40 mins hahahaha250) How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?: Depends on how much time I have. Can be from 25 mins to 1h30251) How long does it take you to get ready for a night out?: 1h30, with showering and everything252) How long does it take you to shower?: 12 mins to 35 253) How many kids do you want to have?: I don’t know254) How many TRUE friends do you have?: Like 2 probably255) How mature are you?: Depends. I can be very mature but when emotions are involved I become a childish mess256) How much do you weigh?: None of your damn business Tumblr257) How much do you want to weigh?: 62 kg258) How often do you bathe?: Depends on how I feel but 3 times a week usually259) How often do you go to see live music?: Oh almost never, it’s very rare260) How often do you listen to music?: Daily261) How old are you?: 20 years old 262) How old were you when you got your first boy/girlfriend: Well no idea since I never had one263) How old were you when you had your first kiss: Like 9 for a kiss on the mouth and more was 17264) How tall are you?: 1m70, this is quite repetitive tbh265) How tall is your crush?: I think taller than 1m80266) How’s your heart?: All over the place267) Ice cream or cake? Why?: Hmmm depends on my mood and the weather 268/269) If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you do? If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?: I’d be upset, having a bunch of mental breakdowns. Be absolutely devastated and just feel like there’s no point in anything anymore. Isolate myself from everything and everyone. But I’d wish him the best and tell him all I’ve ever wanted is for him to be happy. If she makes him happy then that’s all that matters. I’d also still wanna be in his life. Don’t wanna lose him, ever270) If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?: That can quickly escalate from talking and laughing to something else, right? 🙂271) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?: “Be more accepting of one another”272) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?: Going to class273) If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?: Everything 🙂274) If you could change your eye color, would you?: A few years ago I would’ve said yes but thanks to a special person, no thanks I like my eyes 275) If you could have one wish, what would it be?: For my mom to not be in pain and for her leg to heal completely276) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: I don’t have a desire to meet anyone really. But I do wanna be with poopsie irl277) If you could move somewhere else, would you?: I sure as hell would278).If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?: N.279) If you had to delete one day of your life completely, which would it be?: The day I first got confronted with trust issues280) If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?: The year I had met him281) If you were drunk, who would you want to take care of you?: The guy I love, however it’s not his responsibility282) If you’re being extremely quiet what does that mean?: Sunken in my own world, overthinking and sad283) If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?: My first true love is still and will always be in my life284) In a relationship?: Nope, single pringle 285) In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?: No286) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?: Trust, honesty, communication and being head over heels with eachother 287) Is cheating ever okay?: N E V E R288) Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?: Fucking adorable when the guy you love does that. I mean never had that actually but I think I’d love it289) Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?: 2 actually, my brother and the one I love290) Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?: Yes 291) Is there anyone you want to tell EVERYTHING to?: Yes292) Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?: Nope, I don’t know many people in general293) Is there anything pink on you?: No, only purple294) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?: Yes, small papers to note stuff on295) Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?: Yes hahahaha296) Is there someone you will never forget?: Yes297) Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?: Unfortunately yeah298) Is your life anything like it was one year ago?: Nothing like it299) Is your life anything like it was two years ago?: No, it changed dramatically300) JFK: conspiracy or not?: Honestly no idea but knowing America, probably 301) Last book you read?: I can’t remember actually. I think Fifty Shades of Grey, by Grey but never finished it302) Last food that you ate?: Pastry 303) Last gig you went to?: Oscar and the Wolf, their concert304) Last movie you watched?: IT 😂🙄305) Last person you cried in front of?: I don’t know, my mom I think306) Last person you talked to?: My mom, just now, 2 seconds ago307) Last person you talked to for over an hour?: Poopsie308) Last person’s house you were in?: My dad’s 309) Last place you were?: My house? 😂310) Last play you saw?: God uhm no idea, been too long311) Last prank call you remember doing?: Never prank called anyone and my mom doesn’t count312) Last show you watched?: Riverdale 313) Last show you watched with a friend?: Hannibal, but he’s not really a friend so no idea if it counts314) Last song you listened to?: Ruelle - Recover315) Last song you sang?: Ruelle - Recover316) Last sport you played?: I haven’t played sports in ages but kick boxing I guess317) Last thing that made you cry?: An argument318) Last time you cried?: An hour ago319) Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?: Never!!!!!320) Last time you hung out with anyone?: A month ago I think? It’s been long321) Last time you hung out with a group?: Well 2 people are a group to me so also a month322) Last time you kissed someone?: 4 years ago, something like that323) Last time you took a shower?: The day before yesterday324) Last time you were insulted and what was it?: The day before yesterday, “fuckhead”325) Least favorite sport?: Running, jogging, moving 326) Least favourite animals: I don’t have any so327) List 5 movies that you love: Hey I already kinda did this but ok, I’ll just give more. Harry Potter, Zootopia, Tangled, The Incredibles and hmmm National Treasure 328) List all the countries you’ve been to. Write a comment on each of them. Or some, if you can’t be bothered: Hungary: just beautiful. One of my fav countries, the little towns are great and the lake is just 😍 Rhodos (island): so many friendly people, found one of our cats there, beautiful ocean and amazing food. Italy: just wow. The most beautiful cities, friendly and open people, the pizza is just 👏🏻👌🏻 329) Location: Belgium.330/331) Loud music or soft?: Both, but mostly loud332) Meaning behind your url: Something that symbolizes a relationship/kink that is important to me 333) Most adventurous place you’ve smoked?: I’ve never smoked 334) Most attractive celebrity of the opposite gender?: Uh no idea.. Hm 🤔 Scott Eastwood is attractive and Johnny Depp in his 20s335) Most attractive celebrity of the same gender as you?: Angelina Jolie, Demi Lovato and Emeraude Toubia. Can’t choose 🙂336) Name: Nina R.337) Name of the person you first kissed: Asshole.338) Name something you dislike about the day you’re having: My headache and the argument339) Name something you’re happy about the day you’re having: Talking with poopsie340) Name something you have to do tomorrow?: Chores and grocery store341) Name something you’re glad you don’t have to do tomorrow?: Go to class342) Name three things you like about yourself: I can be nice I guess but yeah no, don’t like much about myself.343) Next trip you are going to take?: Nothing planned344) Nickname: Nuno/Mie/Mieke345) One movie you can watch everyday of your life?: I’d get bored so none but as a kid probably Charlie’s Angels 346) One must have?: My phone347) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?: Get the fuck out of there obviously? Probably scream idk. No honestly I’d probably hide under my blankets and freeze348) One thing you would say to a person who hurt you?: “Did I ever mean anything to you?”349) Opinions on dating people older than you: All good, as long as it’s not like a minor with someone much older. Aside from that people can do whatever. My age limit is 26 I think350) Opinions on dating people younger than you: I’d never date anyone younger than me cause lack of maturity most of the time. And I don’t want a boy but a man351) People you want to smoke with? Whether they actually smoke or not?: I don’t smoke wtf but Poopsie 352) Pick something from your immediate surroundings and tell the story behind the item: My bottle of ice tea. I love ice tea 353) Pick up the nearest printed material in your first language and copy out a random paragraph: None of your business tumblr. It’s a bill354) Place you want to visit?: New Zealand355) Place you’d want to smoke most?: Seriously?356) Places you’d like to visit?: Dubai, Peru, Mexi357) Post a picture of yourself: Too ugly358) Put on shuffle, what came on and what are your favorite lyrics?: Kesha - Learn to let go, “You don’t gotta be a victim. Life ain’t always fair, but hell is living in resentment. Choose redemption, your happy ending’s up to you”359) Put your music playlist on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up: Anne-Marie with Ciao Adios, Foxes - Devil Side, Fergie - You already know, Beyoncé - If I were a boy, Ruelle - Monsters, Foxes - Scar 360) Reading or watching: Watching 361) Relationship status: Complicated362) Sexual orientation: Straight 363) Smell the air. What do you smell?: Home364) So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?: Hell no, fucker is gonna get slapped365) Something you miss?: Taking pictures366) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm: The table, my dog367) Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do: Don’t have an ex so nothing 368) The last time you noticed you’d put a piece of clothing on incorrectly, i.e. backwards/inside out/etc?: Probably my pjs and in the morning so no biggie369) The reason I joined Tumblr?: It was very popular back then and it seemed fun, a platform where you didn’t have to pretend370) The relationship between you and the person you last texted?: Hmm… Pretty complicated. Close but also at risk of ending. Could be something great if I continue to go in the right direction371) The Zodiac Killer is…?: Who knows372) Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship?: No373) Think back 12 months ago; were you in a relationship?: No 374) Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?: I do yes375) Three names you go by..: Nina, Nuno and Mie?376) Top 5 actors: Hmm… Johnny Depp, Andrew Garfield, Tom Holland, Morgan Freeman, Seth Rogan377) Top 5 actresses: Helen Mirren, Katherine Heigl, Emma Watson, Catherine Zeta Jones, Chloë Moretz 378) Top 5 directors: ///379) Top 5 favorite blogs on Tumblr: @eagerforpower and the ones I reblog often from, you guys know who you are380) Top 5 movies: Not again381) Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?: Both hahahaha I can’t possibly choose 382) Turn offs?: Bad breath, asshole, no hygiene, disrespecting, childish383) Turn ons?: Respectful, mature, amazing smell, being sweet etc384) Wearing any bracelets?: Not now385) Were you happy with the person you liked in March?: At that point, no 386) Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?: Nope387) Were you single over the last summer?: Yes388) What are you actually gonna do for a career?: Hopefully become a psychologist389) What are you listening to right now?: Nothing390) What ARE you looking forward to?: Uhm idl nothing really 391) What are you NOT looking forward to?: Class/exams392) What are you sitting on right now?: A desk chair393) What are you supposed to be doing right now?: Nothing, I think 394/395) What are you wearing right now?/What are you wearing?: pjs396) What are your fears?: Being abandoned, the dark and not being good enough397) What are your plans for tonight?: Finding a new tv series to watch398) What brought you to Tumblr?: A friend who told me about it 399) What color bottoms are you wearing?: Grey, striped. Dark and light400/401) What color is your shirt? What color shirt are you wearing?: Purple402) What color underwear are you wearing?: Grey403) What do you do/what do you want to do when you grow up: Become a psychologist who actually helps people. While also enjoying my own life and seeing what the world has to offer404) What do you think about most?: Life, what to change and just my daily worries405) What do you think about tattoos and piercings?: I think they’re great, they are art that cover a blank page. Beautiful even406) What do you want to know about the future?: Honestly nothing, I’m already busy enough with it407) What does your last text message say?: “Dude some questions come back like 10 times”408) What does your latest text message from someone else say?: “And don’t answer them then”409) What exactly are you wearing right now?: Dude pjs 410) What gender do you identify as?: Female, also born that way411) What has been the biggest moment in your life so far?: Hm nothing 412) What is a typical breakfast for you?: Bread413) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?: Fighting for someone I love 414) What is your all-time favorite romance movie?: Hmmm the best of me415) What is your current mood? Write and/or draw: Just neutral 416) What is your current screen saver?: The sky417) What is your favorite animal?: A dog I think. I love all though 418) What is your favorite word?: Schnitzel419) What kind of people are you attracted to?: People who are open minded, honest and just who they are. With humor of course420) What makes you laugh no matter what?: My dogs421) What should you be doing right now?: Nothingggggg finishing these damn questions422) What size shoes do you where?: 40 usually423) What song are you listening to right now?: None424) What tabs do you have open right now?: Tumblr, my notes and kik425) What was the last book you read?: 🙄426) What was the last lie you told?: Not sure actually.. It’s pretty blurry427) What was the last movie you watched in theaters?: Spiderman Homecoming428) What was the last thing you had to drink?: Ice tea429) What were you doing at 12AM last night?: Watching a movie/texting 430) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: There’s nothing I’m afraid to be honest about I think. “Did you ever doubt letting him go?”, this comes close though 431) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?: Stereos - Cupid432) What’s a song that always makes you sad when you hear it?: Sleeping at last - Already gone433) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?: I hate tinnitus sounds and I love his voice 434) What’s the first thing you notice in the opposite sex: The smile/eyes435) What’s the last sporting event you watched?: Eh soccer a few years ago 436) What’s the last thing you purchased?: Food 😭😭😭437) What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?: Excuse me? Pastry hahahaha438) What’s the meaning behind your url?: A relationship, something personal439) What’s the relationship between you and the last person you texted?: Already answered this I DON’T NEED TO RUB IN HOW COMPLICATED IT IS, DO I TUMBLR?????440) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?: Police office 441) What’s your biggest “what if”?: What if he never did what he did?442) What’s your current problem?: Learning how to change and be better443) What’s your dream job?: Psychologist 🙂444) When did your last hug take place?: Yesterday evening with my mom 445) When is the last time you ran?: Probably when I was about to miss the bus. I don’t run otherwise 446) When is the last time you went to the mall?: Over a month ago447) When was the last time you cried?: A little bit ago.. 448) When was the last time you drove out of town?: Well my town is small asf so a few days ago to go to the grocery store in another town449) When was the last time you smiled?: A few mins ago when I laughed at him laughing at me450) When was the last time you told someone you loved them?: Yesterday451) When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?: I am disappointed in myself 24/7 but a few days ago it was extreme452) When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?: I don’t remember453) Where do you go when you’re sad?: Wherever my tv series brings me to454) Where is the shirt you are wearing from?: De Zeeman idk 455) Where is your best friend?: No idea and also don’t have one. Way to make someone feel lonely, Tumblr456) Where were you 3 hours ago?: Same chair, answering these questions 😂😂457) Where were you last week at this time?: At home458) Where were you yesterday?: At home459) Who are you in love with?: Poopsie 😍💜460) Who are your best friends?: No one 461) Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?: Poopsie, always him 462) Who do you have texts from?: My mom and poopsie, a few friends too463) Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?: Uh I hope no one?464) Who is the biggest gossiper you know?: Oh shit no idea hahahaha me? No idk I share a lot but don’t gossip465) Who is your celebrity crush?: Demi Lovato hahaha, a queen 😭466) Who is your favourite Beatle?: Lennon467) Who was the first person you talked to today?: Poopsie 468) Who was the last person you drove with?: My mom469) Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?: Hmm… Poopsie 😂😂470) Who was the last person you held hands with?: My mom 471) Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?: My mom 472) Who was the last person you talked to?: Poopsie 473) Who was the last person you took a picture of?: Holy cow I’m not sure, Max of Oscar and the Wolf I think 🎶474) Who was the last person you were on the phone with?: My mom475) Who was your first crush?: Asshole. 476) Who’s in your profile picture with you?: It’s a middle finger so no one, not even me 😂477) Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?: No478) Will you get married?: At some point hopefully yes479) Will your next kiss be a mistake?: No 🙂😏480) Worst injury you’ve ever had?: Concussion or broken finger, either481) Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now?: No I wouldn’t 482) Would you ever smile at a stranger?: Yes483) Would you rather be hot or cold?: Cold, you have blankets to keep you warm but cooling off is a whole lot harder + I feel uncomfortable then484) Would you survive a zombie apocalypse?: I like to think I would and that I’d be as badass as Milla Jovovich but eh idk485) Write a 6 word story: She never looked back, it was over (7 words fy)486) Write an autograph version of your URL: How even?487) Write your URL in some writing that you thought were super cool when you were younger. Eg, bubble letters, digital clock letters, letters with lots of embellishments, or letters with smiley faces in them: No too lazy488) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?: Being invisible for sure. So many abilities with that. Get on planes unseen, robbing banks etc489) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?: I wouldn’t tell anyone because I don’t want to be treated differently nor do I want people to be scared or sad the time I have left. I’d spend as much time as possible with my loved ones and do the things I love most while I still can. I’d be scared yes. Scared I hadn’t done enough. Scared my loved ones would be left broken490) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?: Fire me motherfucker. Not gonna let that cutie drown 😗🐶491) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?: That night.492) You can only have one of these things: trust or love: Trust, without trust there can be nothing493) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?: This moment that I had built a fort for me and my brother, we had no idea about the bad of the world yet and laughed endlessly. I was allowed to move the couches, use blankets and pillows. We would stack snacks there and go on missions 494) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?: Ew no one495) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?: Hmm not sure but New Zealand or Thailand 496) Your best friend likes you, what do you do?: Tell them I don’t like them and that we can continue as friends but again I don’t have that problem cause I don’t have best friends497) Your best friend wants to do something you really don’t want to do. What do you do?: Not do it? 498) Your dream vacation?: Just full on relaxing but with enough adventure. Discovering places and food. Taking many pictures and just being happy to be alive. If it’s with someone I love then go on cute dates there too499) Your thoughts of long distance relationships?: They can definitely work and they’re as real as other relationships. They just require a lot of commitment and trust, from both sides 500) Your zodiac sign?: Aquarius ♒

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Hi! For the request thing, can you please write a really angsty hurt comfort sick fic with a happy ending? Maybe friends to lovers. Preferable if Phil is the one going through most of the hurt and being comforted but doesn't necessarily have to focus on one person. Either this or a Hogwarts au with insecure but talented Hufflepuff Phil and very kind and loving Slytherin Dan?

Itching with Jealousy (The Chicken Pox Fic)

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Summary: Dan and Phil go to LA to spend some time with their good friend Anthony. But what happens when Phil’s bad luck gets him sick and he has to listen to the love of his life fall for another guy?Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, SmutWord Count: 13,840Reading Time: 00:51:07Disclaimer: Characters are works of fiction and no copyright infringement is intended. I do not own Dan or Phil and as far as I know, this never happened.

LA was hotter than England, and Phil was not having it. His fringe was sticking to his forehead and he was trying to keep up with Dan who was uncharacteristically speed walking down the sidewalk. It was the day after Vidcon ended and Dan had to be exhausted. Phil was. Phil wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but he was hustling and Phil was working hard to follow.

“Come on, Phil! We don’t have all day!” Dan insisted, turning to find his friend a couple paces back.

“No, Dan, that’s the point. We literally do have all day. We’re spending the night, remember?” Phil answered, surprised that his claim actually worked. Dan slowed down the slightest bit and lined his pace up with his best friend’s. “Why are you in such a hurry anyways?”

They were headed to their good friend Anthony’s apartment where they would be spending the night and Dan would be helping film a collab. Anthony had called weeks ago and Dan had known about this film collab ever since. He hadn’t told Phil much about it and usually, that meant that it wasn’t anything special. But today Dan was walking faster and rushing his friend along, which was strange behavior for the brown haired one.

“I just don’t want to keep him waiting,” Dan admitted, shoving his hands into his tight pockets as he walked at a normal pace. They were only a couple blocks away now and Dan looked to be calming down.

Usually, the internet pegged Dan for the heart eyes and the hopeless love for his friend but oh how Phil wished it were true. Secretly, Lester had the love eyes of a dove and he tried his hardest to hide it. Dan was his everything. When he waltzed into Phil’s life, everything changed. He loved Dan and in turn, learned to love himself. Being 22 with no real job or direction, Phil had his life in tangles. Meeting someone like Dan, who was insecure himself, helped him realize that his life wasn’t all that bad. That things were okay if he just chose to see them that way. He fell hopelessly and hard for the brown eyed boy, which in turn, helped things fall into place.

It’s hard to remember a time before he was in love with Dan, but he remembers quite clearly the day that he realized it. They were spending a week at Phil’s house shortly after they first met in person and Dan was lying next to him in bed after playing a couple intense games of Mario Kart. Phil looked over and saw Dan’s beautiful smile and he promised never to let this boy go. The happiness was radiating off the younger boy’s body like some sort of drug. Phil could catch a smile from only a glance which Phil had never experienced before. If Phil lost the only thing he loved, he would never forgive himself.

Now 8 years later, Phil Lester still hadn’t let go. But he didn’t say a thing or admit to his crush either. He was too afraid to take the risk. Sometimes Dan would get close to him and snuggle up against Phil on the sofa - as friends do? - and Phil would get an inkling that perhaps the other boy felt a certain way about him as well. But shortly after, if he mustered the courage the test out that conversation, Dan would do something that suggested he might not feel the way Phil originally thought. Phil’s anxiety almost always beat him to the punch and he hated that he second guessed each instinct. For example, just last week, Dan came home with flowers for Phil. His favorite flowers in fact. Dan had remembered. So Phil took them with glee and placed them on the table to admire while they ate. A few smiley days went by and Phil contemplated what those flowers could mean. Was this Dan’s way of trying to hint at Phil that he liked him? Was Dan suddenly realizing that Phil was the one all along? He even thought about asking. But Phil’s anxiety stopped him and when Dan’s phone rang a few days later and Dan shouted from the kitchen that Phil “could answer it,” Phil found out that he had sent flowers to his parents as well. So Phil banged his head against the table and shook the thoughts back to the spot they always sat, waiting for another reason to let them out.

Then there was Vidcon. The most stressful “vacation” of the year. Of course, Phil loved meeting his fans and attending panels, but the thing Phil loved the most about it was getting to spend every waking hour with his best friend. They even lucked out this year and got to share a hotel room, something Phil missed about their younger years. As they become more well known by the Youtuber community, they were offered bigger rooms, separate quarters and different schedules. Even when Dan commented about their “lack of space,” Phil just nodded and pretended he was bothered like he probably should be. Phil’s silence was expected in these sorts of situations and Dan just looked back down at his luggage as Phil’s eyes lingered on the love of his life for two more seconds.

Phil was currently staring at the back of Dan’s perfect head as they walked the hot pavement of LA. His neck wasn’t beading from sweat in the LA heat and Phil was sweating buckets. Dan hated getting sweaty and surely he’d be sweating by now in that obnoxiously big sweater. Something was off but Phil couldn’t place it.

“Phil we’re literally almost there, stop dragging your feet!” Dan called to Phil who was suddenly not feeling so hot. Was Dan moving fast or was Phil actually slowing down? He was feeling quite dizzy and now kind of hoping Anthony lived closer than a few feet because he was going to vomit if he had to walk anymore. “Dude, what’s taking you so-”

Dan turned around and froze when he saw the state that Phil was in. Phil must have looked pretty ill because Dan’s mouth was slightly open as if he wanted to finish his accusation but his brain wouldn’t let him. Phil stopped moving forward and Dan narrowed his eyes in a confused manner.

“Dear God, Phil. You look horrible…”

“Gee thanks,” Phil replied but regretted it immediately. His voice sounded like someone had ripped out his larynx and stomped on it a few times for good measure. Holy shit. Was LA finally killing him?

“Okay, only like 14 more feet,” Dan said as he looked down at his GPS. “Are you gonna make it?”

He almost asked as if Phil might need a gurney.

Phil just nodded and pushed through, mentally telling himself that maybe he needed a nap. He scratched the back of his neck where the sweat was pooling and carried on for the rest of the distance.

“Finally!” Anthony greeted them with a joke, his eyes landing on Dan first, promptly offering a hug. When they finally pulled apart, Anthony glanced at Phil and his brows furrowed. “Phil?”

“Phil!” Dan grabbed Phil’s shoulder and actually pulled him towards him because he was about to fall down the short concrete stoop they were stood on. “Maybe you should get a rest?”

Phil just nodded, things getting a little blurry. Was this what heat stroke felt like? He could have sworn he drank enough water today. He was hydrated, full of protein from his continental breakfast and had gotten plenty of sleep. So what the hell was wrong with him?

Anthony guided them to his spare bedroom and told the two that they could sort out who got the bed and who got the couch later. For now, Phil was placed into the fluffy white sheets that couldn’t look more inviting.

“Thanks, guys…” Phil mumbled, his eyes shutting and his hand reaching for the swampy nape below his hairline. He scratched it again and propped his head up on some pillows. “I’m sorry, Anthony. It’s good to see you.”

Dan laughed, at least someone was, and patted Phil’s leg.

“Get some rest. We’ll be fine without you for a minute, right Anthony?” Dan confirmed, mentioning something about wanting to talk to him about Pokemon. Phil nodded and watched as the two left the room with a slight wave and a sympathetic glance.

“I’ll be fine in a couple hours…” Phil told the empty room, hoping maybe they heard. But at the current moment, he couldn’t care. Sleep was tugging him and he was gladly going with.

Phil woke up with a sharp sensation on his stomach.

“Ow!” He sat up and scratched at what seemed to be a bug bite. He lifted his shirt and saw the little red bump that had become irritated quite quickly. He gasped and threw back the covers. Maybe there was a bee in the bed? He found it completely unlikely, but this was Phil Lester and honestly, he’d had worse.

Then he felt the same sensation on his leg and he jumped. He lifted his leg and found not one, not two, but three bites on his calf.

“What the…?” He searched the bed like a crazy person and thought that perhaps Anthony had ants? It was completely possible. Ants were small and LA was like a breeding ground for insects. The weather was nice and the bugs really liked that. But he searched for minutes and found nothing. All he found was a damp spot where he had once laid, his hot body had apparently sweat through his clothes and into the sheets. He grimaced at the thought of being so sweaty so he lifted his shirt from the bottom and threw it off to the side. He was hot anyway and perhaps that would help. Was he getting a hot flash? He certainly wasn’t at the age of heart failure. What the hell was happening to him?

His hand flew up to the now extremely irritated spot on the back of his neck, scratching at it and finding relief in the sharp pain of his fingernails. He had never felt this way before and it was starting to concern him. Maybe if he got out of bed, it would help cool him down. He might as well go find Anthony and let him know about the sheets…

He stood from his damp spot and caught himself before falling over. He was super dizzy and his head was throbbing from what Phil guessed was some sort of vertigo. This was the kind of pain that Phil only assumed happened in those zombie movies on TV. He would have laughed at his own thought but his head hurt too much to speak now so he just waddled forward and out of the door as he tried not to think about the itch on his neck.

He made his way down the hallway and towards the sound of pots and pans. It was still light out, thank God, so Dan and Anthony were probably cooking a meal - Phil hoped it was lunch and he hadn’t been out for too terribly long.

But when he walked into the kitchen, Dan nearly spit out the wine cooler he had been sipping.

“Holy fucking shit, Phil.” Dan’s hand landed on his chest and Anthony turned to face Phil’s slumping form, a shocked expression spreading across his face. Dan actually backed up against the counter. Suddenly, Phil’s thought about a zombie breakout didn’t seem so far-fetched. He stood silently as he tried to read their expressions.

“Phil…” Anthony started, glancing at Dan as if he would finish his sentence.

“I really don’t feel good…maybe I should…” Phil grabbed the wall so he wouldn’t fall over. Speaking took every ounce of energy from his body. His heart was beating faster but everything was going in slow motion. Dan looked like he wanted to lunge to catch Phil’s teetering body, but he stopped himself and Phil just assumed it was because he didn’t want to act all couplely in front of Anthony. This was kind of a pattern with his younger companion. The stuff that Phil usually associated with flirting only happened behind closed doors. Never in front of their other friends. Which is why none of them would believe him if he told them he thought Dan had the hots for him every now and then.

“Are those…?” Dan’s voice was higher than usual, generally signaling that something was wrong. “…bug bites?”

Phil nodded but he could see Anthony shaking his head.

“No, Dan, those aren’t bites…” he said it slowly, stepping towards Phil very carefully to get a closer look. “I think those are…chicken pox.”

“Chicken pox?” Both Dan and Phil spoke at the same time with the same inflection.

“No no no no no,” Phil mumbled, his lips getting dryer by the second. “I can’t…I don’t have chicken pox.”

“No, Phil, I’m pretty sure…” Anthony backed away at the same speed he had moved towards him. “I know chicken pox when I see them. Kalel got them pretty bad when we first started dating.”

The silence in the room was honestly unsettling. Phil didn’t like the sound of this. He didn’t know much about chicken pox, as he never got it when he was a kid, but he knew it meant that he was sick and not with the common cold he usually left Vidcon with.

“Fuck!” Dan exclaimed, his eyes landing on his hands. “Phil, I swear if you got us both sick I’m going to kill you.”

He went to the sink and washed his hands immediately, even though it probably did nothing in terms of disease prevention. Anthony shot Phil a caring glance, obviously not used to Dan’s humor. Phil knew he was joking but kind of wished he wasn’t. Phil would take death right now. Anything but how itchy he had become.

He looked down at his irritated chest and suddenly understood why they had stared at him as if he had 13 heads. He had at least 30 little red bumps littering his chest and abdomen. He looked like an advanced dot-to-dot puzzle that would take hours to complete.

“You really should get back into bed,” Anthony said, his eyebrows up in a sympathetic gaze. “I’ve never had chicken pox and I’m not really into the idea of getting it when I’m 29, thank you very much.”

Phil’s eyes drifted to Dan who was now drying off his hands on a dish towel behind the counter.

“Don’t look at me! I haven’t had it either. Sorry, mate, I’m staying over here,” Dan shook his head and bit his lip. Phil could tell that he felt bad but there wasn’t much he could do about the situation. Unless he wanted to catch the pox himself which Phil was nearly certain wasn’t the case.

Phil hung his head and nodded, hoping he wasn’t being too dramatic as he exited the room. He was yawning and luckily his fatigue would put him right to sleep. That was the hope anyway. He climbed back into the soggy bed and tried to ignore how itchy his entire body had become. What the hell had he done to deserve this?

Phil was drifting in and out of sleep for hours. He tossed and turned and couldn’t manage comfort at all. He had strange nightmares that morphed with his reality. The walls were thin and he could hear conversations happening in the lounge. Dan and Anthony must have put on a movie because he could hear car racing through the wall. However, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it was just his imagination.

He was awoken by a creak of the door and the entrance of a head into the crack. He glanced over with his blurry vision and thought he could make out the shape of Dan’s face. Anthony and Dan looked enough alike and he said nothing, just in case, but the familiar British accent comforted him when Dan finally spoke.

“You doing okay?” He asked gently, knowing the answer with a single glance. Phil was clearly in terrible shape and he was the type to look deathly ill when it was just a cold.

Phil shook his head and sighed. Dan nodded, probably assuming that Phil didn’t want to talk. Thank God they knew each other so well. Phil couldn’t imagine what would have happened if it were just him and Anthony.

“So listen…” Dan wasn’t coming into the room, for obvious reasons, but Phil didn’t like the way he stood in the door. His head was peeking through a crack and it almost looked like he wouldn’t breathe in the air that was coming from Phil’s direction. Phil knew that Dan was being cautious but his sick mind was convincing him otherwise. As if Phil was disgusting him. He thanked his irrational brain for that mindset and tried to shake it. “Our flight is at 9:00 pm tomorrow. I don’t know much about chicken pox, but I don’t think you can fly home while you have it.”

Phil hadn’t thought about this. He hadn’t had time. But Dan was right. His dad got the measles once when he was a kid and couldn’t go on the family vacation to Florida. Airlines were serious about this stuff and surely Phil was in no condition to fly anyways.

So was Dan going to fly home without him? That didn’t seem like a good idea. He barely knew Anthony. He couldn’t stay here. And if he did leave and go buy a hotel room, he would have to take care of everything himself. No way. Dan wouldn’t leave him…would he?

“Are you gonna…?” Phil mumbled, trying to get all of his worries across in those three words. His tone was rather clear. Dan’s eyes widened as if he understood.

“No no! That’s what I came here to tell you.” Phil felt the relief wash over him. Dan was a good friend after all. “Anthony said we are more than welcome to stay here. It’s cheaper than a hotel and honestly, you don’t seem like you can move. We can worry about a flight later when you’re feeling a little bit better, yeah?”

Phil nodded, so grateful that Dan knew everything about him, including his hypochondriac habits.

“Great.” Dan shifted where he stood. “Can I get you anything while I’m back here?”

Anthony’s guest room was the furthest door from the front of his flat. Phil was nicely tucked away where he could sulk away his sickness without the outlook of others. He supposed that this was the right call but he was feeling particularly left out. He did come to Vidcon with the expectation to hang out with his friends. If he was being honest, solitude was only making his illness worse. Hearing Dan and Anthony talking and laughing in-between his sleep spells was irritating.

“No,” Phil lied, wishing he could complain to Dan about how lonely he was feeling. But Dan didn’t look like he wanted to spend any more time where he was standing and Phil understood. Chicken pox was highly contagious and if what he had heard was true, he would be this way for a few days minimum.

“Alright. Well, Anthony and I are gonna worry about getting medication for you. Just hang tight. Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Dan continued, his eyes soft and filled with concern. Phil wished that Dan would stick around a little longer, but he was still feeling rather dizzy with the desire to sleep so he didn’t argue. He just half nodded and tucked himself into the pillow a little more, humming in discontent. He was trying so hard not to itch himself and was close to asking for oven mitts. But sleeping helped pass the time and he could ignore the pain while he was unconscious.

Dan lingered for a minute after their conversation was clearly over. Phil could feel Dan’s eyes on him even though his own were closed, Dan’s presence was always something he was good at sensing. But then Phil heard the door squeak shut, his sick presence now the only thing left in the room.

Sleep came quickly, but not until his brain threw out some more toxic thoughts. Ones that he could identify as paranoia, yet still paused to consider. Thoughts that suggested that Anthony was going to replace him. Thoughts that proposed that Anthony was better than Phil. The thoughts that whispered jealousy only made Phil more upset about being bedridden.

When one sleeps all day, it’s often hard for one to sleep through the night. Phil was restless. He had checked his phone for the time, the result annoyingly earlier than he thought. It was only 11:00 pm and there was no way Dan or Anthony had gone to bed. He listened for a sign that they were awake and heard nothing. Perhaps they had gone to bed. Dan and Phil had woken rather early that morning. It’s possible that Dan tuckered out.

But that wasn’t like Dan. Dan was known to push his limits when it came to sleeping. He liked his friends too much and Anthony was no exception.

Phil figured that while he couldn’t sleep, he should try and mobilize. He could use a drink of water and it wasn’t too far to the kitchen. It would ease his random anxiety about being left out and that was worth something.

Grunting a little, he stood from his little nest. He still didn’t feel totally up to par, but his head wasn’t throbbing as much as it had been 10 hours ago. He slowly inched his way to the door and opened it slowly. There was a small creak from the floorboards as he walked into the hallway. It was then that he heard something from the living room. A little shuffle from someone seated on the couch. Maybe Dan had passed out and he was just turning in his sleep. That was comforting to an extent. That at least meant that Phil wasn’t missing anything too exciting.

Phil rounded the corner from the hallway and was met with not the one form he was expecting, but two. Dan and Anthony were both turned with flushed faces and wide eyes, looking directly at Phil.

“Hey, Phil!” Dan said, his voice kind of cracking, a quick cough clearing that up and his voice returning to the considerate tone he was using earlier. “How are you feeling?”

Phil was staring. He was sick but not stupid. Anthony was fixing his shirt near the neckline and Dan was subtly trying to wipe his lips off with the side of his hand.

Fucking hell.

They were making out.

Phil sighed, obviously pretending not to notice what was going on before he walked in. When you’re best friends with someone and they are trying to cover something up, it’s polite not to ask. Allegedly, Dan will tell him later, as best friends do. Then Phil is to pretend he didn’t know and Dan will giggle about how Anthony is “such a good kisser.” He can hear it now, yet he wished he couldn’t.

“I um…just needed some water. Maybe some fruit or something,” Phil sulked. It’s a good thing he was sick. The sulking was considered a side effect of illness. Dan nodded and cleared his throat again.

“Need some help?” he asked, his eyes pleading for Phil to say no. That would just make this entire thing far more awkward. Phil wasn’t a shitty friend, so he shook his head and took one last look at the state of his friends, turning and heading toward the kitchen.

“Glasses are in the top left cabinet!” Anthony shouted, to which Phil didn’t answer. He just grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the sink, spotting an orange and collecting that as well. He shuffled back out to where he was standing before, blinking at the two awkwardly silent boys, hoping that it would make them feel uncomfortable, then he turned without a word, heading back to his place of slumber.

Phil shut the door and stood still, staring at the wall above the bed. He leaned against the wooden entranceway and replayed the last two minutes over and over.

Then he felt something dripping in his hand and he noticed that he had just crushed the orange he was holding. Great. The rind had split and the insides were slipping through the crack.

Dan had just been kissing Anthony.

His stomach now ached with something he usually identified as jealousy, but because he was already sick, he couldn’t tell.

He was mad. But was he overreacting? Probably. Dan was the love of his life and there was always that string of hope that perhaps Phil was Dan’s, but now he knew for sure. He knew that he had zero chance with Dan, with or without chicken pox, and that’s what was breaking him.

He drank half of the glass he poured himself and then flopped onto the bed belly down. At this point, he didn’t care that the orange was released from his hand and tumbling to the floor. All he cared about was his miserable existence and the fact that his best friend was making out with their good friend.

In any other situation, he would have laughed and joked to himself about thinking too much like Dan. But honestly, he saw no other reaction.

This sucked.

Then Phil started thinking about how none of this would have happened if he hadn’t gotten this horrible illness. Chicken pox was known for ruining things but how many people could say that chicken pox was the reason the love of their life was making out with someone else? Only a couple rooms over even. How the hell did Phil get this kind of luck?

Phil’s eyes shut and he sighed, knowing that there was nothing he could do about the situation. But the universe was not done with him. Not yet. He heard a lighthearted giggle from the other room. Then a silence. Then another giggle.

Phil knew they were probably laughing at a joke one of them cracked or something of that sort, but he couldn’t help but think that maybe they were laughing at him. The poor boy with chicken pox who nearly just walked in on them sucking face. If only they knew. Dan should know that Phil was smarter than that. His stomach sank before he was able to stop his brain.

You would think that things would get less awkward after that and everything would go back to normal but after an embarrassing little cry and a restless sleep, Phil awoke to a knock on the door. Dan entered slowly, taking in the appearance of his friend who looked to be doing worse.

Phil was doing better but his emotional state was starting to wither. He was still itchy but his mind was racing with the possibilities of Dan and Anthony’s midnight escapades, and he had forgotten about the red splotches covering his skin. He supposed that was one good thing about being ridden with jealousy. Other less important things are forgotten.

“I brought you chicken noodle,” Dan said, his smile probably genuine. His lips looked like the lips that Phil usually longed to kiss, but all Phil could see now were devices that had been attached to another human being’s face. “How do you feel?”

Psh. If only Phil could really tell him.

“Fine,” Phil answered, his voice nearly gone. His throat was raw and the crying probably hadn’t helped.

“Well Anthony said that maybe we should take you to a doctor when you’re feeling up for it,” Dan suggested. Phil shivered at the sound of Anthony’s voice leaving Dan’s lips. He was angry at himself for thinking so foully about one of his friends. But he was sick. He was allowed some slack. At least that’s what he told his criticist brain. “You feeling up for a trip?”

“How far…cause I don’t know if I can-”

“Oh, Anthony will drive,” Dan interrupted, somehow reading Phil’s train of thought. Phil didn’t feel like walking anymore in that heat. Usually, Phil is glad that Dan could read him like a book, but if he was going to be interrupted like this, he’d prefer if it wasn’t with Anthony’s name.

“Okay.” Phil nodded and sighed, looking at the bowl of soup that Dan placed next to his bed. The side table was littered with tissues. Luckily Anthony’s guest bedroom was stocked with tissues and a trash bin. Maybe not for this specific purpose, but it aided his drippy eyes last night.

Dan noticed his eyes on the tissues and he laughed. “You must be feeling better if you can beat it that hard.”

It took Phil a second to get what Dan meant by “beat it.” He glanced at the tissues that he had shed his tears into and then returned his glance to Dan, offering him a small smile. He didn’t have the energy to come up with some bullshit reason.

“Eat your soup and then we can get you to the doctor, okay?” Dan smiled, noticing that Phil was not in the mood to talk about masturbation habits. It almost looked like he was going to reach out and pet Phil’s leg, but then he drew back and nodded, swallowing and leaving the room to do God knows what.

Phil just sat up and worked on his soup. It was hot but he didn’t mind. He hadn’t really had the appetite for anything and it was good to finally feel something slide down his throat.

He managed to rummage through his suitcase and found something fresh to wear, a t-shirt he saved for the plane due to comfort reasons, slid over his shoulders and fell over his little spots. He put on the jacket that he packed just in case and laced up the shoes that he had discarded before falling into bed the first day. He looked ready enough for a doctor’s visit and he headed towards the front of the apartment.

Luckily this time he didn’t walk in on his friends doing anything criminal, but they were standing far too close to not mean something. Phil rolled his eyes when nobody could see him and he muttered a “ready” to which the two boys turned towards him.

They walked over to the front door, Anthony grabbing his keys and the three of them leaving the apartment as Anthony locked up. Both boys looked to be avoiding Phil at all costs, not even closing the four-foot gap that was between them as they walked. But Phil noticed that Dan was gravitating towards Anthony, their hands brushing together and Dan’s goofy smile revealing itself every time it happened. Phil would know because this is the shit that he used to do to Dan. He tried his hardest not to show how upset he was about this but clearly it wasn’t working because when the Anthony opened the back door of the car, he made some joke to Dan about how badly Phil needed to get to the doctor. He apparently looked “sour and sickly.”

Phil would have laughed.

But he didn’t.

The car ride was silent, Dan finally taking the aux chord and pumping some of his music into the car. Quietly, of course, not wanting to disturb Phil’s theoretical headache.

The doctor’s visit was surprisingly painless. Other than the trip in and out of the building, Phil was admitted immediately and seen rather quickly. The doctor took one look at the spots on his body, prescribing him medicine directly. He had heard such terrible things about US healthcare and he was happy that he didn’t have to deal with anything too terrible this time.

While he was waiting for the doctor to return with his medicine, he grimaced at the thought of Dan and Anthony waiting for him in the car. He could imagine them making out or something, talking about their exciting plans for the rest of the day while Phil slept in the guest room, away from the two lovebirds. Obviously, he wouldn’t want the festivities to halt on his accord. That would not be fair for him to suggest, not to mention, the more downtime Dan and Anthony had, the more they would probably suck face. He scowled at the thought and accidentally glared at the doctor who was re-entering.

“You’re all set, Mr. Lester. Have a safe flight back.” The doctor had told him he could fly in two days, after the medicine began to work and he was no longer contagious. He was happy about this. The shorter the visit was, the less he would have to endure of Dan and Anthony’s little affair.

Phil thought it couldn’t get worse. When they got back, Anthony made lunch for them both, Phil opting to eat in his bed and away from whatever was going on in the other two’s lives that day. They didn’t want to be near Phil and if Phil was being honest, he didn’t want to be near them either. Anthony brought him the sandwich and then closed the door, giving Phil a couple words of encouragement like “I hope you get better soon” and “we’ll miss you.”

Bullshit.

He ate his sandwich and took a nap. The meds he took were making him quite drowsy, but if he could pass the time while sleeping, then so be it. That was the best way to power through this horrible extended stay.

But holy shit was he regretting that nap.

He awoke to a loud thump and it startled him awake. He was groggy as hell but after working so hard to get to sleep in the first place, this thump was the end of a somewhat struggle sleep. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking to his phone for the time. It was late. Very late. Once again, he had missed dinner with his slumber and he was itching - both figuratively and metaphorically - for a snack.

Standing was getting easier each time and he figured that maybe it was the meds. Thank God for medical technology. At least he no longer had that horrible headache and he had stopped sweating a significant amount into the sheets.

This time he avoided the creak in the floorboard and because it was late, he tried to do his best to stay quiet. He basically tip-toed into the kitchen and silently took the can of soup off the counter that had a note written next to it in Dan’s handwriting. Phil.

Well, that was nice of him. At least his friend remembered what it was like to be sick and hungry when nobody is awake. That sucks. He got a little pan and poured the soup into it, turning on the stove and standing blankly for what he assumed was only half a minute.

That was until he heard another thump. What the hell? It sounded like it had come from inside the apartment. Phil only barely started worrying that perhaps he had broken something somehow, which would be his luck, when he heard an extremely uncharacteristic giggle coming from someone in the room down the hall. He froze.

Scared that he already knew the answer, he quietly walked over to the couch where Dan was supposed to be sleeping to see if his best friend was there. He nearly went faint when he saw nobody lying there. Now, standing closer to the hallway, he could hear voices behind what he assumed was Anthony’s room.

Well, this is just great.

He walked back over to the stove and didn’t even bother to let his soup come to a boil before pouring it into the bowl he found in one of the cabinets. He wasn’t trying to be quiet now either. He didn’t give a fuck if Dan and their friend could hear him. He just wanted to go hide under the covers where he couldn’t hear the monstrosity of the situation at hand.

Shuffling back to his room, he barely made it in before he actually cursed out loud.

“FUCK.”

Dan knew how hard it was to make him curse. If only he was here now. He placed down the soup that wasn’t ever gonna be warm enough and flopped on the bed.

“God damnit…” he whimpered, wishing he could just vanish.

But as things usually did for him, that’s when it got worse. Much much worse.

He heard Dan moan through the wall.

It could have been a heated Mario Kart race, it could have been a funny skit they were filming in the middle of the night, it could have been anything.

But he knew Dan’s moan when he heard it. He wasn’t deaf and Dan wasn’t exactly quiet when he got off at home. Their walls were thin and if that meant that Phil could hear everything, it wasn’t a crime for him to have listened once or twice.

But that solidified the image and now he was hearing more thumps and a few more obscene sounds that he desperately wished he couldn’t hear.

If only chicken pox made you go deaf. That would be a pleasant alternative.

It was then that his spots started itching. He supposed they had been itching all along, but suddenly he was falling apart. Inside and out.

Itch.

Moan.

Itch.

Moan.

Everything around him was attacking him, including his active imagination that was now picturing Dan being bent over and getting fucked by their mutual friend. One that Phil didn’t even want to look at anymore. But of course, he had this fucking illness and he was just letting the love of his life get laid while he lied in the other man’s bed.

What a fucking trip.

Itch.

Moan.

Itch.

Moan.

Itch.

Moan.

He didn’t see an end to his suffering and he started to contemplate just leaving altogether. Finding a hotel and just waiting out his symptoms there. Where he could at least wallow in silence.

The bed was creaking now, which only added to the comedic effect. If it wasn’t Dan, this would be funny. In fact, Dan and Phil had been in a situation like this situation before. They were staying at a friend’s place and that friend had brought someone home that night, leaving Dan and Phil to stay up in the living room laughing at the obvious sex that was happening behind their friend’s door.

But this was different. Dan wasn’t here to laugh with him. He was hearing Dan get boned and as much as he hated Anthony in this moment, if he was being honest, he just wanted to be unsick. If he hadn’t gotten this freakin virus in the first place, then none of this would have happened. He would have just hung out with his friends and had a good couple days in LA. He wouldn’t be sulking on a bed that wasn’t his. He might have even been able to convince Dan to sleep in the bed with him. It wouldn’t be the first time. And then maybe, just maybe, Dan would be sleeping with him right now. Not Anthony.

Phil thought about Anthony’s perfect lifestyle and his amazing features and this was a hole he wouldn’t emerge from for a couple hours. Anthony was clearly more assertive than Phil was and that was probably why this happened so fast. Now that Phil was thinking about it, this doesn’t seem super out of character for Dan anyway. Dan changed a lot this year and maybe this was something he should have seen coming.

It wasn’t all about Phil anymore. Not like it had been in 2009. Dan was finding new people to hang with and it didn’t even seem like it was making a difference that he wasn’t around these past few days. He had barely seen his friends since he found out he was sick. Granted, he was sleeping a bunch, but that didn’t mean people couldn’t come in and say hello…or something.

A loud extended moan that basically screamed “we’re alone in this house right now” pierced the walls and Phil knew the sound of Dan cumming when he heard it. He sighed because usually when he hears that, he gets turned on. This time, he is nothing but dejected.

“G’morning, Philly!” Dan knocked on the door, his freshly fucked face shining brighter than the LA sun. Phil blinked away the sleep and sat up slightly in his stupid bed nest. He didn’t even bother smiling. The tissues that littered the bed seemed to describe how he felt at the moment, overwhelmed and like garbage. He scratched at one of the bumps on his chest as he swallowed.

“Hey.”

“Anthony and I are going to the store. Need anything?”

Phil shook his head, looking away from the bright-eyed boy who was now rolling up his sweater sleeves.

“Alright. Well if I see any of those Haribo sweets, I’ll make sure I snag em for you,” Dan proposed sweetly, his smile too genuine for the noises Phil had heard the night before.

“Don’t bother,” Phil grumbled. Sure it was an act of kindness, but now that he knew Dan liked Anthony, his brain wouldn’t even try to spin it as an act of love. “Not hungry.”

“But you might be later! And plus, you told me you wanted to get some before the end of the trip,” Dan explained, Phil just nodded his head and looking down.

Dan might have been lovestruck, but he has never been a bad friend.

“Phil? Are you okay?” He had obviously noticed Phil’s somewhat reserved tone. Phil was usually pretty good at faking a smile or making small talk, even when he was sick. Dan knew this plenty well. “What’s wrong?”

Dan stepped closer, but not close enough for this conversation to be intimate. Phil understood it was because of his chicken pox, but his brain decided it was because Dan didn’t care enough.

Phil said nothing, not really knowing how to explain the feelings he was being plagued with right now. But Dan was smarter than that.

“Aw, Phil. You feel left out, don’t you?” Dan hit the nail on the head. Well, part of it. Phil didn’t even try to deny it. He sighed and looked at the wall behind Dan. “Oh God, I’m sorry, Phil. It probably sucks being in bed all day.”

Phil nodded.

“How about, if you’re up for it, we can watch a movie tonight? Altogether?” Dan suggested. Sure, if Phil wasn’t super jealous of what was going on behind closed doors, then this would have been sweet. But sitting in a room with two people he could hear having sex only 10 hours before this moment didn’t seem appetizing to him in the slightest. But not being there was worse and so he nodded to please his friend. “Good. I’ll go tell Anthony.”

Phil resisted the urge to mock Dan and he just smiled flatly as Dan stepped back a little.

“Well…get some rest then,” Dan smiled and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Phil took a tissue and tried to throw it at the door, but it just fell lazily at his feet and he flopped back down onto the bed and tried not to listen to the shuffling and laughter from the boys down the hall.

They let Phil chose the movie, probably because they felt bad, but Phil was isolated to the little side chair and Dan and Anthony sat far too close for the big couch they were on. Phil chose Big Hero 6 because he hadn’t seen it in so long, not to mention, Anthony had the UK version for some reason, which Dan and Phil had actually been in.

But he regretted his choice immediately, especially because Anthony and Dan talked right over their lines.

Phil barely waited for the credits to roll before he stood abruptly and removed himself from the room. He simply waved and bedded himself, taking his second-to-last pill. In the morning, he would take the last one and then he wouldn’t be contagious anymore. Thank God.

Maybe then they could forget this trip ever happened and Phil would do his best to block what he heard from his memories.

He did not plan, however, for Dan to come knocking on his door.

He did not plan for Dan to come in and sit on the end of his bed.

He did not plan for Dan to say “I need your advice.”

A part of Phil wanted to shoo the other boy away but the other part of him was honored that Dan still came to him. Nonetheless, he was not excited about what was about to come from Dan’s mouth.

“Shoot.” Phil was clearly conscious enough to watch the movie and give advice. Plus he was barely feeling anything but itchy. Itchy and envious.

“So uh…I kissed Anthony,” Dan admitted as if Phil hadn’t figured that out already. He failed to mention that he did far more than kiss Anthony the other night, so Phil didn’t say anything, letting the other boy continue. It seemed that he was gauging the reaction of his friend and Phil was jealous but not terrible. He was just going to pretend he heard nothing. “And I feel like we have a lot of chemistry.”

That’s because I’m not there to show you what real chemistry feels like.

Phil nodded along and tried to show a supportive face.

“I wanted to ask you because…” Dan kind of looked at the ground. “I feel like as my best friend, you should have a say in who I date.” He looked up and met Phil’s eyes that were fighting to stay dry. “Do you think I should go for it?”

Phil gulped. He could totally change this right now. He could totally change the course of his best friend’s relationship. Dan apparently cared a lot about his opinion and he could just tell him “no” and this whole thing would be over.

But Phil wasn’t that guy. He was a good friend and there was no way that he would let something like this sit on his conscience for years to come.

He sat up and looked into the desperate brown eyes and nodded.

“Anthony’s a nice guy. You think he feels the same way?” Phil heard himself say, kind of disappointed in his good morale.

Dan nodded and played with his sleeve.

“I mean, he kissed me back.”

“Well,” Phil said, making a gesture that said, “Then I see nothing wrong with it.”

Dan smiled and Phil would have melted if that smile was for him. But it wasn’t. Not really. That smile was for Anthony.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be so anxious.” Dan admitted. “Thanks, Phil.”

Phil nodded and he watched as Dan started to get up.

Then Phil said something that he would have NEVER expected to leave his mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted him to stay longer or if he just wanted to stir the pot, but he cleared his throat and said;

“Especially because usually, when a person fucks you that hard, that means they like you.”

Dan’s head whipped around and his eyes were blown wide. It seemed he was going through a million emotions at once. He was most likely confused as to why Phil knew about that, probably flashing back and realizing how loud he was being, then his mind probably alarmed him that he had just lied to Phil and told him that he had just kissed the boy, and then because Phil was cursing at him and that usually meant that something was up.

Dan stood still for so long, Phil kind of assumed he was turning to stone.

“You didn’t need to hear that. Sorry, Phil,” he apologized, his face flushing a brilliant shade of red. “I’ll be quieter next time.”

Next time.

This literally couldn’t get worse. Phil was quickly losing his filter and it was clear his subconscious and cooped up brain was trying to push him past the point of no return.

“I didn’t. You’re right. Especially since I’m in love with you and everything,” Phil snarked, his tone not right for what just came out. Dan was standing there with his mouth agape, his frozen state only worsening.

Phil didn’t know what he was doing, but this must be what it was like to hit rock bottom.

“Phil- I think maybe those meds are making you loopy. You should try to get some r-”

“Rest? Get some rest while you go make googly eyes at Anthony? Sure, let me just tell my brain to stop insisting he’s better than me in every way. Then maybe I can get some rest,” Phil said in the most deadpan voice he’s ever pulled.

This was not about him. Hell, he had just given Dan his blessing. What the fuck was this all about? He cursed his brain for doing this. He was almost out of the woods. He would have been sad, but he could get over it. Now he had spilled his secret and was spitting a hurtful tone at his friend who was just trying to be nice.

“Phil, where is this coming from? I don't…I don’t know what you want me to do…” Dan kind of whispered, his face looking a little confused. To be fair, Phil wasn’t even sure what he wanted him to do. First, he was calling Dan out for lying and having sex audibly, but now he was confessing his love and who knows how Dan felt about that? “I’m sorry. I don’t feel…”

The same way.

Well fuck.

Phil just fell to the pillow and turned his head. Anything to break the eye contact that he had been holding with the other boy.

“We can talk about this…” Dan said, door creaking again. “…another day. Goodnight.”

And that’s when the door shut, Phil now in the lonesomeness that was this stupid bedroom. Dan was now probably off to go tell Anthony what had just happened, then have some romantic fuck without Phil’s knowledge. Great. Just great.

Phil was feeling better. Less itchy, no throbbing head and his temperature was mostly normal. But his insides were broken. His heart felt heavy and the tears fell again, only to leave him sobbing with no more clean tissues, into a sleep that felt like death.

Anthony woke him the next morning, much to Phil’s dismay, and he thought it might be a nightmare. Maybe everything was a nightmare and he hadn’t said all those terrible things to his best friend. But no, why else would Anthony be knocking on his door and bringing him a banana for breakfast. He didn’t even like bananas. That means that Dan wanted nothing to do with him. Not today. And he must have told Anthony to go deal with Phil.

“How are you feeling?” Anthony asked, throwing the banana on the bed from the doorway. Phil just shrugged and looked down. “Well, Dan says he’s going to book your flight for tonight. Since you’re no longer contagious. You think that’s doable?”

Phil nodded before giving the question much thought. Usually, when people said “your” in relation to Dan and Phil, it meant both of them. But now Phil wasn’t so sure. Was Dan going to send Phil back by himself? Was he going to spend a few more days alone here with Anthony? Phil didn’t like being here with them both but he certainly didn’t like the idea of leaving them on their own.

“Cool, I’ll let him know. Good to see you’re doing better.” Anthony flashed him a smile and then made haste to remove himself from the room.

Phil sighed and stared at the banana.

Dan knew he hated bananas.

Phil had packed his things and Anthony so kindly lent him his shower. He changed into some clean clothes and tried to look healthy. He was still feeling pretty shit and once he found out that Dan was, in fact, staying a couple extra days, he didn’t really care about his appearance. The three had a quiet lunch where Phil ate something substantial for the first time in days, his stomach happy about that decision, and then he was waiting for the Über to come take him to the airport.

Of course, it was raining.

Dan looked to be avoiding his gaze and Phil couldn’t blame him. Maybe being on a plane with the person that just told you they love you isn’t exactly easy. So Phil couldn’t blame either of them.

When his Über arrived, he said his goodbyes, but neither of them would hug him. They knew he wasn’t contagious now, but they still didn’t want to risk it. Phil waved at Dan and tried to make some form of eye contact to replace the hug, but Dan wouldn’t even look up. Phil nodded and shuffled down to the car.

This felt very very wrong.

He reached the airport and went through the process of getting on the plane by himself. It was boring to sit in the airport alone. He made it on time and got on the plane, barely noticing when the plane took off. Plane rides were ten times more fun when his best friend wasn’t in LA with some guy doing God knows what.

He reached their flat in the morning, the time difference fucking with him, collapsing immediately onto his own bed and falling asleep. He only awoke later that night to an empty flat and a stupid headache.

Getting up from his bed was a struggle, but he figured he might as well. He needed to eat and drink some water. He was 90% sure that his headache was because of his lack of water intake. He went ahead and made coffee, sipping at it black because they were out of milk, then fisting a handful of cereal into his mouth.

He reflected on the last couple of days and grimaced when he replayed the last conversation he had with Dan. He really fudged it. He made things super awkward. He made things worse. He didn’t even know why he had done it. He supposed that he had just snapped. Eight years was enough. The information was bound to slip out sometime.

Just when he was truly starting to hate himself, he heard a key fit into the front door’s lock. His eyes went wide and he flipped through all the people who had a key to their flat. His brother, Louise, PJ…nobody was supposed to come over while they were gone.

If this was an intruder, that would just be the icing on the cake to a terrible couple days. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he could give the person chicken pox. That would show them not to break into people’s homes.

But when the door opened to reveal a rather disheveled Dan Howell, Phil took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, returning the frames to his face.

Phil thought the flat was silent before. But now that there were two people in the flat, it felt even quieter. Dan said nothing and he just closed the door softly behind him, dropping his suitcase and giving Phil a half smile.

Phil didn’t even care that he was staring. He used his eyes to demand an explanation from his friend.

Dan mumbled something that Phil didn’t quite catch, the other boy’s eyes darting towards to the ground.

“Hm?” Phil stepped a little closer, grabbing one of Dan’s bags. Offering his help was the only thing that could make this moment any less awkward.

“It’s not gonna work,” Dan repeated, his head hanging. “Anthony doesn’t wanna do long distance.”

Phil stood there in shock, holding Dan’s suitcase in his hand and cocking his head. He needed to make up for the fact that he was so rude before, so his face fell and he frowned.

“But you were going to stay a couple days. That’s not long distance,” Phil argued. Dan just stared at him. Almost like he was having a hard time interpreting Phil’s kindness. Sure, Phil confessed his love, but that wasn’t going to stop him from being a supportive friend.

“It’s not worth it. I like him, but if he’s not willing to do it, then I didn’t want to get my hopes up,” Dan said sadly, pushing past Phil and heading for his own bedroom. Phil followed him with the suitcase.

“I’m sorry, Dan,” Phil said, stopping outside his door. He didn’t wanna break any boundaries, so he set the suitcase inside and stared at Dan who flopped down on his own bedspread.

“No, you’re not.”

Phil froze.

“Of course I am…” Phil reassured. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You know why, Phil.”

Phil was silent for longer than he should have allowed himself to be but he did respond after a moment.

“I care about your happiness, Dan,” Phil said, sad that Dan would think otherwise about their friendship. “I really am sorry that it didn’t work out.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

There was a moment of silence.

“You can come in.”

Phil hesitated, but he nodded and entered the room, hovering over by the bed where Dan was staring at the ceiling.

“Gonna be honest, I liked you for a long time, Phil,” Dan said out of nowhere. Phil softly sat at the end of the bed. If Dan was planning to continue the conversation they were having the night before, he needed to be sitting. “But I forced myself to stop when I thought you didn’t like me back.”

Phil opened his mouth to speak, but Dan cut him off.

“You were good at hiding it I guess. I tried to do things to show you I liked you. But I guess we aren’t as psychic as we thought…” Dan chuckled a little.

“And now?” Phil asked, his voice trembling.

“And now…I can’t even picture us kissing,” Dan turned his head to look up at Phil. Phil’s eyebrows went up. How can good news turn sour so quickly? Dan stared at him for a while, his eyes flicking down to Phil’s pursed lips. “Nope. Still, can’t picture it.”

Phil turned away and looked at the wall, drumming his fingers on his thigh.

“But I also can’t picture a life without you…” Dan said. Phil’s head whipped around and he nearly forgot that he had been sick in bed for the past few days. His eyes were blown wide and Dan was staring up at him with a slight blush.

Phil didn’t want to get his hopes up and his brain forced him to remember that he was pretty much ignored for the past couple days. Dan seemed perfectly fine without him. Better than usual in fact.

“You’re not thinking clearly. I’m sure you can,” Phil stumbled out, trying his best to think level headedly. “If Anthony lived in London I’m sure it would have worked ou-”

“But Anthony isn’t you. And when it came time to take things further, I can’t leave you for him. He would have to come live here with us and what if he asks me to marry him? Then I’m an engaged man not wanting to move away from his best friend. I refuse to believe that’s not because I-” Dan was getting animated, his body sitting up and their faces now leveling. “Because I love you.”

Phil’s eyes didn’t have time to even blink before Dan was leaning in and planting the most unexpected kiss in Phil’s entire 30-year-old lifespan.

Dan’s kiss was deep and his tongue took the plunge that Phil had always wanted, but immediately he remembered just how sick he was. Sure, the virus was no longer contagious to people on a plane or in his general vicinity, but surely sticking someone’s tongue in your mouth was the fastest way to spread the virus and Dan was certainly asking for it.

Phil came to his senses and placed his hands on Dan’s shoulders, prying the younger boy off of him and gulping. That was certainly one of the hardest things he’d ever done, after all, he had waited so long for this moment. It hurt him even more to see Dan’s unsure face, his eyes nearly at the point of tears, this being the second rejection he’s gone through today.

Phil made haste with an explanation, not wanting to leave Dan in the dark. Especially about this.

“It’s not that I don’t want…” Phil stumbled, the taste of Dan’s lips tripping him up. “Because I do, it’s just…” Phil swallowed. “The chicken pox. I don’t want you to-”

Dan’s lips crashed into his again, the sentence not seeming to register. And if it did, Dan clearly didn’t care. Dan was on him so fast and Phil’s mind was reeling. For more reasons than one. As Dan gently laid him back against the bed and put his weight on top of Phil, pretty much clawing at Phil’s shirt, Phil thought about the words Dan had just said. He loved him. And if Phil didn’t believe him then, he surely did now. Even with the near impossibility of not getting chicken pox after this kiss, he had done it anyway. Not that Phil was arguing, but he was certainly shocked. Dan was kissing him fervently now and Phil was trying to forget how monumental this move was while he enjoyed the feeling of Dan’s body on him.

Their kiss slowed and Phil looked up into the brown eyes he had seen so many times before, somehow seeing something different this time. Something he had always thought he’d see in small doses. This was the look Dan would give him in 2009. This was the look that meant Dan loved him. Phil knew now and he hated himself for never going for it when he could have had this all along.

“Dan…” Phil whispered as he gently placed a kiss on Dan’s neck. “Please. Let me show you how much I love you.”

Dan nearly mewled at what Phil said, his eyes glazing over and his mouth dropping open. His lips were still wet with Phil’s kiss and Phil never wanted to see him in any other state that wasn’t freshly kissed. Dan nodded and rolled off of Phil’s body, landing beside him and waiting for Phil to make the next move.

Phil resumed the position that Dan was just occupying, climbing on top of Dan and kissing his neck until Dan made a little noise of approval. Phil tugged on the bottom of Dan’s shirt, sliding his hands up with the fabric and then pulling it off, only disconnecting his lips from Dan’s jugular for a second before he kept kissing down onto Dan’s chest. He nibbled a little on the skin near his clavicle, guessing that Dan would be into it, and then he stopped when his eyes met something that made him smile. He lifted his head and Dan felt the way Phil’s chest was racking with laughter.

“What?” Dan asked, looking a little irritated that something so funny was interrupting their moment. That’s when Phil slid his left hand up Dan’s rib cage to point at the little red dot that was sitting right on Dan’s neck. Phil looked down at the other boy’s chest and covered his mouth to hide his teeth as he laughed harder. “What!?”

Dan sat up on his elbows and looked down at his bare stomach, noticing the little marks that plagued his body. His chest looked a lot like Phil’s had the night before.

“You already had it,” Phil laughed, kissing a few of the marks before returning to Dan’s mouth with a smirk. “You got it anyway.”

“God Damnit, Phil. You gave me your illness you, Rat!” Dan groaned, his hands reaching to cover his face. “I can’t believe this. I was doing such a good job avoiding you too!”

Dan joked and Phil just kissed him in-between his sentences.

“Nuh uh, the doctor says it takes a minimum of ten days for it to show symptoms after you get it. So you probably got it from the same place I did, Danny,” Phil teased. Dan laughed because at this point, he was expecting it anyway. But then his face went pale and Phil looked at him worriedly.

“What?” Phil asked, hoping he hadn’t said anything or done something that would make Dan regret their current position.

“Anthony…”

Phil had never removed himself from another human being so fast. He backed up and sat on his heels, very confused as to why their US friend’s name was even mentioned in an intimate situation like this.

Dan sighed and pulled Phil back down on top of him.

“Stop it, you spoon. I just realized that if I already had chicken pox…” Dan made a face and Phil immediately understood. He shouldn’t of, but he laughed. “Hey! Come on…I feel bad now…”

“That’s called Karma…” Phil snarked, kissing at Dan’s chest again and making him gasp.

“I have never seen you so…” Dan fished for a word.

“Jealous?” Phil offered. “Resentful?” He kissed down Dan’s body, taking a moment to lick into Dan’s belly button. “Cynical?” He hooked his fingers into Dan’s pants and briefs, tugging lightly. “Petty perhaps?”

Dan shuddered as Phil didn’t even skip a beat before yanking down the items of clothing. Phil had never seen Dan completely naked before and this was surely a treat. He licked his lips and was quick to grasp Dan’s dick completely, dropping his nose down and taking the whole thing at once.

“Poss-possessive!” Dan moaned, completing his own sentence and ignoring all of the things Phil had just said. “But…I kinda like it. It’s kinda…h-hot.”

Just then Phil choked on Dan’s twitching cock. It was growing gradually and he could feel Dan shudder beneath him as he hollowed out his cheeks around it.

Phil liked when Dan said those things to him. He needed it, especially after the couple days he’d had. He made sure to praise the younger boy for the words with his tongue.

Dan moaned obscenely and Phil’s stomach tightened. Dan was moaning because of him. Because of something Phil Lester was doing to him. He could feel his own member grow in anticipation and he decided the long and drawn out teasing sessions could wait. He wanted to be inside Dan as fast as possible. That is if Dan would have him.

“Can I…” Phil asked after popping off of Dan’s now swollen cock. “Can I fuck you, Dan?”

Dan’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when Phil asked. It seemed he wanted it just as much, if not more than Phil did. Phil smiled lovingly at Dan and slightly nudged Dan’s side in an effort to flip him over onto his stomach.

He took in the sight of the younger boy, ignoring the tiny little red splotches that covered his back and bum. He laughed to himself and then leaned down to kiss what looked like the softest and most kissable toosh.

“Lube is in the…drawer,” Dan muttered into the pillow his face was currently shoved in. Phil lightly bit at the spot he was kissing and then smiled as he licked at the little mark he had made. Dan moaned in delight when the older boy reached over for the drawer’s handle, pulling out the bottle from the drawer and placing it beside them. Phil reached down and pulled off his shirt, then unbuttoned his pants. He didn’t want the constraints of his jeans to hinder his erection while he stretched the compliant boy before him.

Phil popped the cap and coated his fingers with a fair amount, probably too much, of lube. He really didn’t want to hurt Dan and it would only get worse when the boy started actually feeling the symptoms of their little virus.

Delicately placing a finger against Dan’s entrance, he watched as Dan arched his back and pushed his bum up towards Phil and his bare chest. He wanted Dan so badly and he hoped that Dan wanted him too.

He plunged his finger into Dan’s ready hole, the walls feeling thick and warm, as he watched Dan’s mouth drop open. He started the thrusting process and with his other hand, he rubbed circles on Dan’s lower back.

It didn’t take long before Dan was mewling and begging for Phil’s cock. Dan was moaning louder than he had been the other night and it was clear that Phil’s fingers were doing a better job than Anthony’s.

“Phil, please…I need you. Please, I’m-” Dan gasped when Phil angled his fingers up and towards that special bundle of nerves that caused the younger boy’s thighs to shake and his hole to clench. Phil reached for the lube with his other hand as he asked Dan what he wanted again, this time with his finger right on Dan’s prostate. “I…Phil…p-please. F-f-fuck meee.”

Phil loved the way Dan begged him, this kind of behavior was a major turn on and it seemed that Dan had an abundance of it. He was loud in everyday life and in their videos so Phil should have expected this. But of course, it was much better than he could have ever imagined anyway.

Phil coated his cock with the lube and moaned deeply as he ran a hand over his aching member. He was so wrapped up in what Dan looked like that he had totally forgotten that his own cock was begging him for something more. He pulled out his slicked up fingers, with a verbal protest from Dan, and then he began to kiss at the hole he was just fingering. Dan just moaned when Phil licked inside, feeling the warm walls with his own tongue. He wanted to linger there for a while and make Dan lose it, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to be inside the whining boy.

He got up onto his knees and used his hands to angle Dan’s bum in the perfect direction. He lined him up perfectly before he pressed his tip teasingly against Dan’s throbbing hole.

“Do you want this cock, Dan?” He asked, receiving a very desperate knob. “Tell me you want this cock.”

“I w-want your cock, Phil…” he moaned, panting as he clawed at the bed sheets. “I want it so bad.”

“Good,” Phil bit his lip and began to push in just the tip. All the while, he was thinking about how strangely dominate he had become. He thought that maybe it was because he was trying to show Dan that Phil wanted him more than Anthony. Or maybe he was trying to prove how much he loved the younger boy by fucking him better. Perhaps he was trying to prove something to Dan, showing him a side that Phil had never revealed before.

Before he knew it, his cock was completely sheathed inside of his best friend’s ass. Dan’s eyes were teary and he was begging Phil with inaudible words. Somehow Phil understood though, getting the idea that Dan wanted him to start moving.

And that he did. He leaned over the boy in front of him and started to hump him like he’d never don’t before. He wrapped his arm around to Dan’s dangling cock and grabbed it, pumping and adding to the stimulus. He wanted Dan to feel him everywhere. Even once they were done.

“Oh Dan…you are so beautiful like this,” Phil praised, hoping that it would make Dan blush. Sure enough, Dan’s face went red from the exhaustion and the compliment, to which Phil just kissed his shoulder blade where he could see a little red dot. “I love you so much. Always have.”

Dan seemed to like those words and he let out a nearly intoxicating noise as Phil started thrusting deeper and faster. Now Phil was panting into Dan’s ear and he took note of maybe going on a few more runs. If Dan and Phil were going to start fucking like rabbits, he would need to build up his stamina.

Only a few minutes went by and Phil was getting close, his cock was twitching inside of Dan, his heart pounding in his chest. The beautiful boy beneath him was now releasing sounds that Phil had never heard before. Not through the walls of their flat or from Anthony’s bedroom. Dan was nearly gargling and there was drool pooling on the pillowcase. He was in absolute bliss. He looked so fucked out and Phil was terribly surprised he hadn’t come yet.

“Gonna-” Dan couldn’t even finish his declaration before Dan was coming all over Phil’s hand and his hole was clenching as his thighs spasmed. Phil lost control in that moment and came inside Dan immediately, his moan reaching Dan’s level of volume.

That’s when Dan fell to the bed and Phil’s cock slid out of him. The boy was completely in a trans which gave Phil a moment to breathe himself. He was recovering from fucking chicken pox. The fatigue was expected.

Phil then decided that his fatigue was nothing compared to the state that Dan looked to be in. He was dripping come from between his cheeks and his bed was now completely covered in jizz. Phil smiled as he looked down at the boy he had spent so little time with this week and asked the Universe what he had done to deserve this. To deserve Dan Howell.

He got up and ran to the bathroom to fetch a moist towel, then delicately cleaning off the various fluids on Dan’s body. He started on his neck, cleaning off the possible marks that Phil had kissed and licked. Then he moved down to clean between the boy’s bum cheeks. Dan hummed in approval and Phil flipped him over to clean his other side. Finally, Phil wiped off his cock and he threw the towel onto the floor. He could deal with that later. For now, Dan needed rest. Surely he would need it for what was about to hit him.

Phil knew from experience.

He stood and picked up the tired boy, surprised by his own strength, carrying him to Phil’s unmade bed. He placed him gently on the sheets and then stretched the duvet over Dan who was looking up at him with a sparkle in his eye that Phil felt blessed to be the object of. Phil moved quickly, grabbing two pairs of his own underwear and then dressing himself and Dan so that they weren’t both completely nude between the sheets when Phil climbed in alongside Dan.

Much like a child might, Dan immediately wrapped himself around Phil and Phil nearly melted when Dan’s warm figure coiled itself around Phil’s bare chest and legs. Dan looked so frail and soft and Phil still couldn’t believe that he had just had sex with the love of his life.

“Phil?” Dan muttered into Phil’s chest. Phil kissed the top of Dan’s sweaty forehead.

“Hm?”

“Im sorry,” Dan said softly, his eyes closed and his mouth moving against Phil’s slight patch of chest hair.

“No, I’m sorry, Dan. I was a really shitty friend. I shouldn’t have said the things I did,” Phil frowned, hoping Dan wouldn’t judge his character for it. “You had every right to have other relationships and I shouldn’t have gotten so jealous.”

Dan smirked and then looked up, a blush covering his face.

“No no…I’m not sorry about sleeping with-” he cut himself off, seeing Phil’s face change from sentimental to cross, abandoning his sentence and picking up a new one. “I meant, I’m sorry in advance for how much you’re going to have to do for me in the next couple days.”

Phil blinked and tried not to think about what Dan had just said about Anthony.

“I’m a bitch when I’m sick and since you’ve already had chicken pox, you can’t get it again. You’re the only one that can help make me soup and shit,” Dan whined, blinking endearingly up at Phil. Phil assumed it was because he knew what he said before hadn’t helped his case. When Phil just stared down at him, Dan rolled his eyes. “And I’m sorry for sleeping with Anthony. There, better?”

Phil smiled and pulled the younger boy closer.

“Much,” he answered. “Thank you.”

“But it’s not like this ever would have happened if I hadn’t…”

“Watch it…” Phil warned, biting his lip and narrowing his eyes. “We aren’t going to talk about it.”

“Just like we aren’t going to talk about how you liked me for EIGHT years and said nothing?” Dan joked, his voice quiet but still quite chipper. “Nothing at all!”

“I was scared!”

“Of what?” Dan laughed. “You know, when you told me you were in love with me, I left the room and stood there nearly cackling. I fucking knew it.”

Phil pushed the younger boy away from him for a moment to look at him. Dan’s eyes were crinkled on the side and his mouth was turned up in a smirk.

“I waited for so long, Phil! If you asked me, I would have said yes in a heartbeat,” he continued, his head shaking. “It’s funny how it took a boy from LA to make you speak up.”

Phil sighed and pulled Dan closer to his chest. He didn’t want to think about all the wasted time. Not right now. Not while they were both still living in a post-orgasm bubble.

“You know, you coulda made yourself more clear ya know…” Phil said, sighing and kissing Dan softly, over and over. As if he couldn’t express one kiss enough.

“I bought you flowers, Phil. Your favorite flowers. How did you miss that?” Dan argued, his voice raising but also breaking and he lowered it back down to a whisper.

“You sent them to your parents too! It wasn’t just me,” Phil claimed, his heart racing. He was sure that Dan could feel it from where his head was resting.

Dan laughed.

“No, Phil. God you’re so stupid…” Dan sighed. “I sent them to my parents after you said nothing for three days. That way it wasn’t awkward. I knew they would call and thank me so I had you answer it. It was all because you didn’t pick up on it in the first place!”

It was Phil’s turn to laugh and he sighed.

“Clearly we need to work on our mind reading skills.”

“Yeah. Maybe that’s why we suck at the bomb game.”

“Most likely.”

“Phil?” Dan said softly.

Phil kissed his forehead like it was some sort of drug to do so. “Hm?”

“I really do love you. You believe me, right?”

Phil thought for a moment. Did he believe his best friend? The one he had been pining and trying to romance for eight years? The one that has stuck by him for years and years, even though he’s a little strange? The one that he had fallen for the moment he met? The one that was lying in his arms and breathing slowly into his chest.

“Of course, Dan,” he answered. “And I love you too.”

“Good.” Dan said it like it was an obligation and not a choice. But wasn’t it? Wasn’t loving Dan obligatory? It was impossible not to love the boy, even when he was part of the reason they hadn’t been together all this time. “Because you’re gonna have to love me tomorrow when I need help distracting myself from the itch.”

“Ah, like you helped me?” Phil sassed, a his playful tone signaling that he didn’t really care. However, teasing Dan was kind of fun and he wasn’t going to let this go.

“Shut up! I said I was sorry!”

“Not for that.”

“Fine…” Dan kissed Phil’s chest softly. “I’m sorry.” His words sounded genuine and he planted another kiss on Phil’s chest. “Anything else?”

“Uhhhh…..” Phil pretended to think about it and Dan just kind of shoved him, letting out another sigh.

“Can we sleep now? I’m tired and I can feel a headache coming already…” Dan mumbled.

“Sure thing,” Phil agreed, his body already reacting with a yawn.

“Oh and Phil?”

“Hm?”

“This is forever, yeah?”

Phil blinked. Was Dan asking what he thought he was asking? So casually as well.

He didn’t want to hesitate so he just tightened his grasp on the sleepy boy and smiled.

“Yes, Love. This is forever.”

“Phiiiiiiiil!” Dan called from Phil’s bedroom, the sound of two oven mitts clapping together made Phil roll his eyes from the kitchen. “Where’s my soup? I’m hungry!”

“Three more minutes!” Phil replied, currently watching the soup on the stove.

“Three minuteees?” Dan whined, a surprisingly childish wail coming from his throat. “Can’t you make it any faster?”

Phil put down his stirring spoon and appeared in the doorway, smiling at the boy who was trying to scratch at his spots with the mitts.

“Hey, hey, hey…” Phil walked over and grabbed Dan’s hands. “No scratching.”

“How the hell did you do this? They itch so bad!” Dan complained, pulling Phil down on the bed with him. Phil shook his head and kissed at a couple of the little marks. It may not solve much, but it was better than the scratching.

“I was a bit distracted having a minor crisis,” Phil said, smiling fondly down at Dan’s puppy dog eyes. Dan just looked at his lap and sighed.

“I want one of those…”

“Trust me, you don’t,” Phil answered, getting up and going to the kitchen. “One minute!”

He collected the bowl of soup and brought it back to the bed where he pressed resume on their anime of the week. Dan decided that he would lie in bed all day with Phil while they watched anime and slurped soup. Phil sat behind Dan with the younger boy between his legs, pretending to be the arms for the both of them. He let Dan hold the bowl with his oven mitts and then he spoon fed the whiny boy until there was nothing left.

Yeah, Dan had chicken pox and maybe he was a spoiled brat when he was sick, but at least he was Phil’s spoiled brat.

He would never have said it before, but Phil was grateful for his terrible luck and those little red spots that-

“Dan! Stop scratching!”

“But Phiiiiiiiil…”

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