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leetotters · 3 years

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sassy quips

note: this was so much fun writing. credits to the funny tiktok audios and instagram videos i saw to write this short fic! the writing in italics is the 'youtube video'. i need a better title for this

warnings: tom and reader are together ofc, cursing, sassy/funny!reader? lmao

tom holland x reader, tom holland and co x reader(platonic lol)

summary: harrison stumbles upon a youtube video containing funny/sassy moments between y/n and the holland brothers(including harrison)

Tom and Harrison's loud laughs could be heard from the living room, the boys were currently doing an Instagram live, claiming it was the perfect time to do one since they were bored and Tom hadn't interacted with his fans in the longest while.

You yawned walking into the room finding Tom's phone propped up on the blue fruit bowl, showing his screen the lasagna Sam made earlier. "Hey guys" You spoke, jumping over Harrison's giggly body on the carpeted floor to seat yourself on Tom's awaiting lap.

"Hey love, sleep well?" Tom asked, brushing the loose hair that rested on your forehead before pecking the space between your brows. "Yes" You sighed, turning your attention to Tom's live.

You skimmed through the comments, laughing at some funny ones and awing at the ones stating you were pretty and all boosting your confidence, "Someone asked why is Harrison laughing" You read aloud gaining the blonde's attention.

"I found a video on YouTube and it's hilarious" He grinned pushing his phone so it was in front of your face. You twitched your brows up when you saw the title.

'Y/N and the Holland Brothers funny/sassy moments'

"Oh my, no way" You grabbed his phone, clicking the video. "Wait" Harry took the phone, connecting the YouTube video to the television before handing it back to you. "Now everyone can see" He explained, plopping down on the sofa with a bowl of pretzels.

"Ready?" You inquired, pressing the play button on the phone when the boys replied with an amused 'yes'. Tom flipped the camera so the live could also see the video being displayed on the flat screen.

The music of the YouTube channels intro played, the classic aesthetic sound and the accounts name saying to subscribe before the title finally showed up. 'Y/N and the Holland brothers funny/sassy moments part.1'

"I am single" You wistfully spoke, your lips forming into a pout taking a sip of your orange juice before continuing. "And you're single" You pointed at Tom making him get a sense of hope that you're finally catching on that he likes you. "And well that can only mean one thing" You closed the cap of your juice, Tom smiled waiting excitedly for your answer.

"Nobody fucking wants us yo what the fuck" You dropped your head dramatically on the marble counter. Tom rolled his eyes, resuming the task he was doing before you barged in.

"Why you do him like that Y/N" Harrison voiced, his words stuttering from his loud laughs. "Tom was practically waiting for you to ask him out" Harry added bursting out into laughter as well. Tom and you just chuckled remembering that was days before he actually choked up the courage to ask you out.

At that moment you wanted to rip Tom's head off, who gave this foolish boy the idea of buying chickens? you questioned yourself while trying to stealthily grab the egg that rested under the hen. The boys were right behind you, outside of the coop cheering you on whilst you collected the eggs. "You can do it" Harrison clapped, swaying his head side to side. "You can do it" Sam danced along bumping his hip with Tom. "You can do it" Harry encouraged. "You can do this" Paddy sang, grinning when he heard you let out a loud huff. "You can do thi-"

"Shut the fuck up" You yelled glaring at Tom. "We're just encouraging you" They defended. "No! You almost made me drop the egg" You whispered yelled hearing the hen starting to cluck.

Tears welled in all of your eyes, chortling at short clip, "You all are so annoying" You playfully rolled your eyes, earning a light pinch from Tom. "Oh please we were encouraging you!" They spoke simultaneously making everyone erupt in another fit of laughter.

Paddy ran up the staircase, trying his best to conceal his giggles as he ran into your and Tom's shared bedroom. "Y/N get out of the house, it's on fire" Paddy exclaimed, dropping down on the floor and rolling his way towards you to make his so called prank more believable. "Well tell the fire hold up, because I'm doing some important shit here" You replied not even caring that the younger boy was crazily rolling on the floor. You gave Paddy a weird look before clicking the resume button on your phone vibing to the song once more.

"Paddy really started rolling" Tom wheezed through laughs, genuinely finding it funny that his brother really thought he could prank you, he knew nothing came between you and your music vibing time.

"Hey did you call our neighbor Mrs. Johnson a bitch?" Harrison inquired, seeing the scene earlier where you flipped off the old lady for some odd reason. You looked up at Harrison from your spot between Tom's clingy arms, "Yeah! She changed her Wi-Fi password" You huffed, cuddling Tom again because you were pissed off. "Yo you can't be- that bitch changed the Wi-Fi password?!" Harrison gasped. "Guys Mrs. Johnson changed her Wi-Fi pass" Sam groaned walking into the room. "Y'know we have our own Wi-Fi right?" Tom chuckled honestly finding the situation rather stupid. "Her Wi-Fi is faster Tommy, no offense" You patted his chest.

"I'm so happy we got it back" You spoke up, the boys agreeing by nodding their heads. "Please you all are so dramatic" Tom uttered scrolling through the incoming comments and hearts on his live. "We shouldn't have given him the password" Harry grumbled softly only for you and Harrison to hear.

It was Saturday, and on this day it only meant one thing in the Holland household, dance night! The legendary sound of 'Watch Me' filled the neon colored living room, you skipped over to Sam knowing the song was one of his favorites. And well what happened next was uncalled for, when you were about to 'whip' you accidentally punched Paddy in the face.

"Okay so explain to me what happened" Tom asked holding the pack of peas against Paddy's swollen face. "Y/N punched me in the face" The teenager whined, his words muffled. "Bitch? No I didn't, I tried to whip and he was in my way" You held your hands up, stepping back, grinning when Sam voiced 'She's right, he was in her way Tom'

The screen blanked off, the channels end card appearing, the same aesthetic sound played but was drowned due to the laughter emanating from the room. "I told you'll it was hilarious" Harrison held his chest trying to calm down. "Wait there's a part two" Harry pointed to the video next up.

'Y/N and the Holland Brothers funny/sassy moments part 2'

"More?!" Tom and you shouted not wasting a minute later to click on the YouTube video. "The live is officially chaotic" You glanced at the phone screen, seeing the comments full with laughing emojis and other ones portraying the way you 'punched' Paddy. Boy it's going to be an eventful evening you thought, stealing a pretzel from Harry and leaning back on Tom's chest getting comfortable.

"Hey people, we're back" Sam and Paddy called out from the kitchen. Oh yes an eventful evening indeed.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #holland and co #harrison osterfield #harry holland #sam holland #paddy holland #lee writes short fics

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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fatherhood ~ zac efron

word count: 1519

request?: yes!

@kellysimagines “Can you make one where the reader and zac have been together for 13 years (since Hairspray) and the reader is a youtuber and they have a daughter who is 8 months old and the reader asks him questiones about him being a dad and stuff with the baby with us and we also answer fab questions on how we keep our relationship so good after so many years and stuff? :)”

description: in which they decide to do a q&a about their relationship and parenthood

pairing: zac efron x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

“Wanna go to mama?” Zac asked as he held our eight month old towards me. She thought for a moment before pulling away, cuddling close to her father.

“I’ll remember this,” I told her, playfully narrowing my eyes at her.

I adjusted my camera to make sure it was perfect one last time before finally hitting the record button.

“Hey everyone!” I greeted the camera. “It’s (Y/N) and, back by popular demand, we have Zac!”

Zac smiled and waved at the camera. “Hey everyone.”

“And today we are also joined by the most adorable girl in the whole world, Dani Efron.” I looked over to see Dani was more interested in her socks than the filming. “You guys have been asking for a Q&A with Zac and I about parenthood, so I decided it was time to give you what you’ve been asking for.”

Dani squealed to herself before reaching for one of her toys on the floor. Zac bent over to pick it up and pass it to her. She smiled excitedly and began to play with it.

“I asked you guys to tweet me your questions regarding Dani, the pregnancy, the birth - but nothing too r rated - and about myself and Zac. I picked a couple, and now here we go,” I continued to explain.

I picked up my phone and opened the first question. “Okay, question number one says, Pretty cliché question here, but what was your guys’ first reactions when (Y/N) found out she was pregnant?”

“Shock,” Zac answered first. He began to laugh once he said it. “I know that’s also cliché, but it’s the truth. You told me you were pregnant and I remember just like...not knowing what to do.”

“I really wish I filmed your reaction now, but I was afraid it wouldn’t go well,” I admitted.

Zac and I had been together for nearly 13 years when I found out I was pregnant. Neither one of us had talked about marriage and kids seriously at the time, we were both comfortable with where we were in the relationship. We had talked about eventually wanting kids, but we were both still young and still focused on our careers.

I took a pregnancy test shortly after the second period I missed. When it came back positive, I went to the doctor to make sure and sure enough, it came back positive as well. I was so scared to tell Zac because I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. I didn’t think he’d be mad, but what if he wasn’t ready? Was I even ready?

He was shocked, as he had said. At first I thought he was going to pass out. I didn’t think he was even breathing. The longer it took for him to respond, the more anxious I got. When he finally spoke, my heart began to flutter.

“Holy fuck, I’m gonna be a dad!”

He had lifted me into his arms and held me tightly, happy tears running down his face. I kissed him for so long after that, and we were just happy.

“I was pretty shocked as well, but I had an idea that I was because I had missed two periods,” I responded. “I had myself convinced it was like a medial reason, though. I was so sure I wasn’t pregnant.”

“I suppose it was about time for us to have a kid, we have been together for years.”

Dani threw her toy onto the floor and immediately exclaimed. Zac chuckled and placed her on the floor, letting her crawl around after her toys.

“The next question is, What was it like being pregnant?”

“That’s a question for you,” Zac laughed.

“I’m aware,” I said and playfully stuck my tongue out at him. “At first it was basically just like having a persistent stomach bug, but once Dani actually started growing it felt...just weird. It was like this constant reminder that there was something inside of me growing. And when she’d start to move and was like...baby size if not getting to be baby size, it was this weird realization that she was actually there. That she actually existed. It was all just this weird sensation in general.”

“You went through so much while you were pregnant,” Zac admitted. “I will never be able to say I’m tough ever again cause I am no way tougher than what you went through.”

I couldn’t help but blush at this. I had been hearing this praise for over a year, but I would never get tired of hearing the compliments.

“Ah, I expected this one,” I said as I looked at the next question on my phone. “Is marriage next for you guys?”

I looked over at Zac. I quickly took in his appearance to make sure I wasn’t about to get a surprise engagement. I loved Zac, and of course I’d say yes, but I wasn’t ready to be proposed to while filming a video.

Noticing my look, Zac merely chuckled and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “I’m not gonna propose right now. When I do it, it’s going to be private and intimate. No one will even know it’ll have happened until after we’re married.”

I couldn’t help but smile brightly at his response. “I like that idea.”

Zac held his hand out towards my phone. “Let me pick the next question.”

I passed it to him and he scrolled through the list of questions I had saved. “Oh, I like this one: Did you guys have any other names picked out for Dani? What were they?”

“Well, we decided not to find out her gender until after she was born,” I explained, “so we had many almost names picked out for her.”

“I was adamant on Josh, just because I liked that name a lot,” Zac said. “And Theodor, I thought that was a cute and proper name.”

“I vetoed Theodor because the last thing we needed was people making jokes about us naming our kid Ted, for obvious reasons,” I said, playfully nudging Zac. “I tried to convince him to choose Troy instead.”

“I vetoed that one immediately.”

“As for girls, the only other name we had besides Danielle was Isabelle, but that’s because I’m obsessed with the Mortal Instruments series and Izzy is my favorite character. When she was born, though, we just knew she was a Dani.”

At the sound of her name, Dani looked up at us from the floor as she sucked on her toy. I couldn’t help but smile at my baby girl before quickly sweeping her up in my arms and placing kisses all over her face. She squealed in response, but I could hear the giggles in between them.

Dani stayed up in my arms through the next few questions before getting bored and wanting to play on the floor again. Zac and I decided to wrap it up after one last question.

“I think we’ll leave that there,” I said into the camera. “Thank you guys so much for watching. If you liked this video, give it a thumbs up and maybe I’ll do another Q&A some time in the future. Hit the subscribe button if you haven’t already, and if you have make sure you turn on notifications so you know every time I post. See you guys next week!”

I covered the camera with my hand before turning it off, my usual outro. Once I had the camera off, Zac stood from his chair and stretched his arms out.

“I don’t know how you film these videos,” he commented. “My body feels so cramped up right now.”

“I think I’ve just gotten used to it,” I responded as I stretched my legs out.

Zac picked Dani up in his arms and began to playfully rock her. “I got to talk about my favorite girl, so I’d have to say the cramped up body is definitely well worth it.”

Dani smiled, her single tooth slightly visible from behind her little lips. Zac kissed her cheek as he walked around our house with her, Dani more than content with being in her father’s arms.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself at my little family. I loved Zac more than words could ever say, and I didn’t think that love could get any stronger until the day I saw him holding our beautiful baby girl for the first time. He had been there for me through the entire pregnancy, and had been such a great father towards Dani. I couldn’t have asked for a better life partner than him.

Noticing my starring, Zac raised an eyebrow at me. “What?”

“Nothing,” I responded with a shrug. “I love you is all.”

He smiled back at me and responded, “I love you, too.” In a higher pitched voice, he moved Dani in front of his face and added, “And I love you, too, mommy.”

I giggled before standing from my chair. I walked over to the two and kissed Dani’s chubby cheeks before kissing Zac more sweetly on the lips.

#zac efron #zac efron imagines #zac efron x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfic #fanfiction

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klugpuuo · 3 years

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almost every puyo~tet single-character headcanon wie have

every character we've put more than three minutes of thought into are gonna be in this post. this *does* leave out a lot of characters, but still includes so many that hopefully that'll make up for it. ^also i forgot about this entirely while writing and tried to add a few characters i literally never think about everat all so you get extra funny commentary i guess

welp! enjoy the ride. and dont forget to like, comment, and subscribe (/lh)

warnings: mentions food, implied self-harm, delusions (not inherently triggering but still), general violence, some madou-era content, death. (more to be added + ask to tag) none of the things mentioned are in much detail.

Madou Monogatari / OG Puyo~Puyo characters:

Arle – 16 (chronologically 20 due to the Madou time stop but doesn’t realize it), has PTSD and ADHD + nonbinary transfem + sex-repulsed and questioning (she/he/they)

Assorted headcanons:

-Her armor was made into a sort of magical puberty blocker by her grandmother, who knew Arle was trans and wanted her to live her life to the fullest. -Although she has never been in an (official) romantic relationship, she’s usually the first person her friends go to for relationship advice. -She stims a lot, usually by twirling her hair around or jumping.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: She’s in a vaguely romantic relationship with Serilly. “Vaguely” as in they go on dates frequently, kiss a lot, and would live together if they could, but neither is sure if they are actually dating. Friends: She adores Ringo and Amitie and wants to protect both of them – not in the super creepy and sorta patronizing way, but in the “she really cares about them and their well-being” way. Despite thinking that Schezo is an absolute fool at times, she still cares about him quite a bit. She’s come to regret what she did all those years ago, and is determined to make sure that Schezo never remembers it.

Schezo – ~200, has ADHD and PTSD + transmasc + homosexual (he/it/gore)

Assorted headcanons:

-Although he can be away from his sword, it’s bonded to his body so strongly that if he is too far away from it for too long he becomes incredibly weak. -He borrowed a thesaurus from Aya and Klug and is not planning on ever giving it back. -He doesn’t remember a single thing that happened before Puyo~7, and can hardly remember anything from then until Puyo~Tetris 2. -After learning about tone indicators, he begins to put “/nx” at the end of *all* of his messages online. Although a few people make fun of him for it, many people find it either endearing or some form of cool, and he’s affectionately known as “the /nx anon” in a few social circles. -His main special interests are forging and dark magic (good for him <3)

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes: He has a slight crush on Lemres, and thinks that Incubus is.. interesting. He also thinks Witch is cute but can’t tell if that’s a crush or what. (Good) friends: He considers Arle to be his best friend, and she’s usually the first person he’d go to for anything. The two actually lived together for a while. Although he thinks Rulue is a fool at times, he still cares about her and thinks she’s pretty impressive. Enemies...?: He once was always looking to pick a fight with Satan, but after (rather awkwardly) remembering that he once saw the prince as a father, he mostly stopped doing that.

Rulue – ~40-ish?, experiences delusions + cis lass + questioning (she/her and a few neopronouns)

Assorted headcanons:

-She’s not sure why there are so many people who are like her and at this point she’s wondering if it really is just a coincidence. -She secretly wishes that she could join Arle, Schezo and Witch’s arm-wrestling sessions, but as they’ve been going on for so long without her she feels almost awkward asking. -Although she still experiences delusions sometimes, she’s gotten a lot better at telling what’s true and what’s false.

Relationship headcanons:

Partner… sorta?: She’s sort of in a QPR with Raffina, and they go on platonic dates a lot. (Good) friends: She’s quite good friends with Arle, especially since she’s no longer chasing after Satan. Speaking of Satan, as she’s no longer absolutely obsessed with him she’s actually beginning to get along well with him, and the two regularly have friendly battles.

Witch – >16, might be NT + cis lass + omni (she/it)

Assorted headcanons:

-The only thing she can transform people or things into without help of a potion is mushrooms. -She’s surprisingly strong and quite good at arm wrestling. -She’s not sure if she had any sort of neurodiversities, but she doesn’t really care either way.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes…?: She might have feelings for Arle, but even she doesn’t have any clue. She’s also.. interested in Feli, as she sees Feli as quite the interesting person. Family: She’s an orphan, although she doesn’t mind it. (Good) friends: She’s okay-ish friends with Schezo, and the two usually do arm wrestling matches with Arle in their free time.

Satan – ~3000<, only god knows + cis trans man (somehow less than a joke) + pansexual (he/it)

Assorted headcanons:

-As he’s so old and has changed his physical appearance so many times, he’s completely forgotten his original sex, if he even had one. -After getting very literally schooled by Raffina, he realized that his plans to acquire Arle were just never going to work, and after a while of self-reflection he decided that he’d rather spend the rest of eternity doing other things he liked than chasing around an underage lass. -Due to having completely remade the world himself, he feels almost completely disconnected from it. All the people he used to know.. aren’t the same, and it’s destroying him.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: Misses his dead wife a lot, but is now happily dating (nd half-joke married to) Ex (Chosen) family: After Satan had a good long think about everything, he realized that he did actually care about Lidelle a lot, and now properly sees her as a little sister. Friends: He’s on good terms with Rulue and actually properly hangs out with her sometimes. -

Serilly – >16, has anxiety and experiences delusions + trans lass + questioning (she/her)

Assorted headcanons:

-hgnggng operea

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: She may or may not be dating Arle. (Chosen) family: Although she’s presumably an orphan, she has Suketoudara, who she sees as an older brother figure. Best friend: She platonically loves Harpy a lot, and the two of them spend a lot of time together. - Suketoudara – ~30, NT + about as cis guy as a fish can get + polysexual (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-I literally do not think about this guy

Relationship headcanons:

Sibling serilly

Puyo Fever (2) characters:

Amitie – 14 and a half, autistic + binary transfem + fem-leaning panromantic (she/fae/flare)

Assorted headcanons:

-She found out that she was trans when she was 7 years old, and managed to convince her parents to let her transition when she was 12. -She taught herself how to bake, and Arle taught her how to cook more salty things. She regularly makes lunches for her friends, even if they already have their own. -She cares a lot about Sig’s ladybug friend and usually “babysits” them when Sig has to leave to wherever. -Raffina and her are the only two with two parents who haven’t divorced and/or died, but as Amitie's parents are almost always at work she doesn't get to talk to them very much. -She stims by twirling her hair when it’s long, or squishing a puyo-shaped stress ball when it’s short.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: She’s in a QPR with Sig and Klug, and says she wouldn’t give it up for the world. Crushes: She has a huge crush on Ringo, and a squish on Ess, but she doesn’t think either of them feel the same way. (Chosen) family: She feels rather lucky having contact with both her mother and father, as most of her friends don’t have contact with their own parents. Also, she looks up to Arle a lot, and sees them as an older sibling. Friends(?): Nobody can tell what exactly her relationship with Raffina is, but the most common theory is that they’ve kissed at least twice. Even during Lidelle’s fight with Sig, Amitie supported her, knowing she truly did regret her actions and it was mostly just a big misunderstanding.

Klug – 14 and three quarts, autistic and has ADHD + transmasc nonbinary + ace/aroflux (he/they/wir)

Assorted headcanons:

-Although he had initially asked to be called by neopronouns just as a joke, he found he actually liked the wir/worm set a lot, and now tends to go by that exclusively on some days. -On one night he doesn’t remember, all of his cosmetic glasses were mysteriously destroyed, along with all his contact lenses. After that, he stuck to just one pair of functional glasses -He was gifted an “EiPod” by Ringo and Amitie, although only the latter took credit for it. -He stims by humming, writing, and aggressively cleaning his glasses.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: He’s in a QPR with Sig and Amitie, and secretly wants to leave Primp and travel the world with them both. Chosen family: He sees Feli as both a rival and a sister, and now has come to see Lemres as an older-sibling figure of sorts. Friend: He’s on good terms with Lidelle, and she’s one of the only people who’s younger than he is that he still treats with respect. Rivals(?): He thinks Raffina is pretty rude, and he never lets her go without remembering that he’s better friends with Amitie than she is for more than a month.

Sig – 15, autistic and has ADHD + transmasc demilad + biromantic (he/bug/they/it)

Assorted headcanons:

-Doesn’t consider any sort of bug to be his “favorite”, but has a soft spot for ladybeetles, stag beetles and fireflies. -After a failed attempt at acquiring Sig’s power, Aya accidentally gave Sig half of its own power, causing Sig to become slightly more than just a half-demon. -After he scratched himself one too many times, Amitie and Lidelle worked together to make a glove for Sig’s claw hand. -His main special interests are both bugs and history, and he usually stims by repeating words he likes.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: He’s mostly queerplatonic, partially romantic partners with both Amitie and Klug. During the first half week of their relationship, he was the only one the two felt comfortable cuddling with, which he was completely fine with. Family: Although initially Sig and Aya were almost enemies, they managed to reach an agreement after being left alone together and now see each other as both family and friends. Friends: He’s pretty good friends with Lidelle, and he helps her with bug-related problems whenever she has any. He’s also pretty good friends with Raffina even if they don’t hang out much and he still has trouble with her name. Enemies: Schezo.

Raffina – 16, has (canonical) imposter syndrome + transfem + pansexual demiromantic (she/her)

Assorted headcanons:

-As her family is very upper middle class, she was able to medically transition almost immediately after coming out. -She once tried to start a Primp Town Fight Club. It did not go well. -She’s the only person aside from Amitie that has two parents that did not abandon her and are not divorced. Unlike Amitie, however, only her mother works, so she gets to talk to her father frequently.

Relationship headcanons:

Crush: She secretly wants to kiss Lidelle really badly. (Good) friends: Although she was slightly distanced from them during the whole fight ordeal, she’s quite good friends with all the ASK trio. She’s pretty friendly with Ess.

Lidelle – 14, has social anxiety + cis lass + questioning (she/her)

Assorted headcanons:

-She feels genuinely sorry for what she did and said to Sig and those bugs, and she’s proud of herself for apologizing. -She likes playing with marbles and has made pretty big marble “race” courses in the past. -She doubts her self-worth a lot, and is worried that others don’t take her very seriously.

Relationship headcanons:

Chosen family: Despite not having any surviving biological family, she’s found a family in the form of Draco and Satan, who have been taking care of her for some time now. Best friend: Lidelle hangs out with Raffina almost constantly, and she considers Raf to be her very best friend. Good friends.. again: After a very large fight with Sig over the fact that her flesh-eating plants killed some of his bugs, she and Sig stopped being friends for a bit. After a lot of talking with Amitie and Raffina, she realized her mistake, and she apologized to Sig – and to her surprise, Sig apologized back. Even during the fight, she and Amitie stayed friends, and Ami gave her a lot of emotional support. She looks up to Klug, although Klug sees her as an equal and even spares a warm smile for her during some of his most jerk-y moments.

Lemres – 35, autistic, has SAD and PTSD + transmasc and nonbinary + aroflux/aceflux (they/them, he/him and any candy-related neopronouns)

Assorted headcanons:

-They are actually entirely blind due to personal reasons, and sewed their eyes shut as to not freak others out too much. They “see” by feeling the magic of their environment, and cannot “see” in low-magic areas (they also cannot read faces. At all.) -They have a sort of “vacation house” near Primp which they visit during the summer or any free time they have. The fact that it was built so close to Primp was a coincidence, but something they like very much. -Schezo occasionally “visits” the vacation house for a few months before running off on some random adventure for whatever reason. -Their broom was broken, presumably by Witch as they had fought with her not too long before that. -Su has a certain type of magic that allows sucre to read minds (or at least meaning). -His type of magic does not work on demons for a plethora of reasons. -They usually stim by twirling their staff around and messing with what remains of their broom.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: They’re in a weird sort-of relationship with Schezo. The relationship informally started after Schezo assisted Lemres during a restless period and it doesn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. (Chosen) family: Although they want to keep their distance from their biological family, they’ve found a new family in Primp in the form of the ASK trio (Good) friends: They’re very close to Accord, having know her since Highschool (and even before she made Poipoi).

Feli – 16 and a half, experiences delusions and has disorders + transfem + bisexual (she/her evi/evil go/goth)

Assorted headcanons:

-Rather compulsory heterosexuality with her. She doesn’t actually have that much love for Lemres, mainly just lust and a feeling that she has to date or marry him. -She personally believes sharing one’s birthday with someone else is a sign of extreme trust due to Zodiac reasons. -She feels like her gender is influenced by gothic aesthetics, but can’t really describe it further.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes: She still very obviously has a crush on Lemres, although it’s starting to lessen now that Lemres is in a closed relationship. (Chosen) family: She sees Klug as an annoying little brother, although he’s marginally more mature than she is. (Good) friends: She’s pretty good friends with Lidelle and Raffina.

Accord/Poipoi – ???? + cis lass and agender respectively + god knows (she/her for accord, he/it for poipoi)

Assorted headcanons:

-Accord secretly really likes hitting things with her hammer to the point where she’d go quite far in order to get a chance to do so. However, she would never readily admit this as she finds it to be incredibly childish. -Only Accord knows what happened to Lemres’s eyes. -During Highschool, Accord enchanted a puppet and gave it its own thoughts, personality, dreams, etc. That puppet was quite obviously Poipoi.

Relationship headcanons:

(Good) friends: Accord is close friends with Lemres, having known him since Highschool (she was his upperclassman by a few years) and never passes up a chance to talk to him. Poipoi managed to make friends with Aya in a particularly independent moment where it ran away.

Ayashii – >800, has a lot of trauma + whats a gender + (it/any neos/they/he/she)

Assorted headcanons:

-It genuinely forgot what a gender was because gender is so unimportant to it. -It somehow found a way to continue being friends with the puppy it rescued, even going so far as to teaching them the difference between it and Klug. -As it has extreme claustrophobia, it tends to take very long walks whenever it’s using Klug’s body.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes???: Aya has some interest in Lemres and Schezo, but isn’t entirely sure what kind of interest. (Chosen) family: It’s beginning to see Klug as a son of sorts, and recognizes Sig as its descendent. huh what: It doesn’t trust Accord at all, especially knowing (and being friends with) Poipoi as an individual.

Yu and Rei - ??? + phasmaeic + (both use she/he/they gho/ghost spec/spectre and dar/dark)

- - -

Relationship headcanons:

Puyo~7 characters:

Ringo – 16, ??? + questioning (demigirl?) + bisexual (she/they)

Assorted headcanons:

-She’s questioning pretty much every single thing about her identity and beliefs to the point where she’s actually been having frequent migraines because of it. -She’s not at all proud to admit it, but she’s not-so-secretly envious of Maguro’s “beauty beam”. -She eats a LOT of things that you’re not meant to eat, to the point where everyone except for Sig (who does the same) is worried for her.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes: She has small crushes on both Amitie and Tee, although she likes Amitie a *bit* more. Epic friends: She’s best friends with Maguro, and he’s one of the few people she properly trusts (not for edgy reasons, just because). A lot of people assume she’s dating him, which makes her feel pretty uncomfortable, but she doesn’t feel like she can really blame them.

Maguro – 16, has ADHD and PTSD (latter from AU) + questioning + bisexual (he/they)

Assorted headcanons:

-He’s questioning the same stuff as Ringo, although he’s a lot more chill about it. -He was pretty scarred, emotionally and physically, after an unfortunate incident concerning a badly thought-out prank, a fishing net, and a timer set to one month -He remembers all of his trauma in perfect clarity, and has good memory overall.

Relationship headcanons:

Partner:He’s been in a romantic relationship with Tee for a few months, and so far it’s been really nice. Best friend: He’s best friends with Ringo, and he feels really comfortable around her. They share almost everything, and are planning on moving in together once they get the chance to have a proper house. Good friends: Although Ris moved away to study abroad a while back, they still send a lot of gifts and letters to him on a regular basis. Also, they’ve been staying in contact with Ess ever since the whole beauty pageant thing and the two go shopping when they’re both free.

Risukuma – 19, NT + trans man + male-leaning pansexual (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-He’s incredibly interested in all types of love -After graduating school, he decided to study abroad to learn more about other cultures (and of course, love). -He really likes music, even having written some of his own songs in the past. One of his favorite bands is IDKHOW.

Relationship headcanons:

Partner: Despite only having interacted a few times, he’s quite good “friends” with Ai. Good friends: After moving away from Suzuran, he’s not been able to hang out with Ringo or Maguro as much, but he still sends them letters and gifts on a regular basis. What: He does not want to know about Ecolo. Do not tell him about Ecolo.

Ecolo – ageless and has so many disorders (affectionate??) + gender + probably so (it/they/he/she/other in that order)

Assorted headcanons:

-If asked, it would describe its gender as “Once In A Lifetime” by Talking Heads. -It’s trying really really hard to respect Ringo’s boundaries nowadays, and not just because she refused to acknowledge its existence for a whole week after it accidentally hurt her. -It can change into its human form at will; however, if it wants to stay in that form for more than a few hours at a time, it has to actually sleep for several days straight. -In its humanoid form, it sports several scars. -It genuinely loves fidget spinners and has this really creepy one it carries everywhere.

Relationship headcanons:

Crush: You know it wants to kiss Ringo so bad. Friends: Ex-friends with Satan because Ringo hates him. Pretty alright friends with Ex and Marle, not entirely sure what to think about Squares. Uh…: After.. an accident it caused, Maguro started to be able to remember it.

Puyo~Tetris characters:

Tee – 16, + trans man + questioning (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-He can’t pronounce any name longer than four letters long. Somehow, the worst case of this is with Ringo and Maguro’s names. -Having transitioned at a very young age and only interacting with one lass for most of his life, he has a lot of internalized sexism. After Ringo points this out, he starts trying to work on it, but he hasn’t been doing very well so far. -He’s also trying really hard to find a balance between being too basic and too over-the-top, but..

Relationship headcanons:

Partner: He’s been in a romantic relationship with Maguro for a few months. It’s been really nice, but as this is his first relationship he tends to go all-out with everything, causing Maguro to get rather flustered. Crush: Although he’s very hesitant to admit it, he has a pretty big crush on Ringo and wants to kiss her. Chosen family: O is his parent, Ess and Ai are his siblings, and the twins are his messed up if true gay cousins. Friend: He’s pretty good friends with Sig because of their shared inability to correctly pronounce Raffina’s name.

O – infinite, ??? + ???? + probably gay? ????? (any and all pronouns)

Assorted headcanons:

-I cannot reasonably take myself seriously trying to make headcanons for this godforsaken cloud cube -Squares themself made this thing (on accident?) -Anger management issues incarnate

Relationship headcanons:

Parnter: Kissed Carbuncle once eChidle: Tee is its son

Ex – ~40, has autism, minor intrusive thoughts and (canon) depression + some form of Guy + yes (he/they)

Assorted headcanons:

-He’s not sure how he identifies gender- and sexuality-wise and feels as if he’s too old to try to figure that out (which isn’t true, but still) -He genuinely misses Ess and Ai a lot and is unendingly grateful for the chance to see them both again. -His intrusive thoughts are usually fairly easy to deal with, but can sometimes get pretty bad if he’s left alone for too long.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: I’m pretty sure he has an ex-wife somewhere and that scares me. Also he kisses Satan every day of his life (Chosen) family: He misses his children, Ess and Ai, so much. (Good) friends: He’s become reluctant friends with Ecolo, and very good friends with Marle and Squares.

Jay & Elle – 13, autistic and have separation anxiety + nonbinary + ??? (they/them)

Assorted headcanons:

-Individually they’re okay with all pronouns, but nobody can reasonably refer to them as separate entities. -After a few people asked them, they stopped bullying Ai as much, but they still “prank” him a lot. -They were separated exactly once. It was not a very good time for them.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners:They’re queerplatonic partners with Yu and Rei, since that’s just kind of what happens when you’re two sets of evil twins who like bothering others. Friends: They don’t really have many friends as their creepiness scares people off a lot, but they like hanging out with Ecolo (even if they forget about it a lot)

Ai – 20, has pretty severe anxiety + transmasc + bisexual (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-He found out that he was trans after he managed to get a sort of wi-fi thing going during a five-month-long stay in a densely-packed asteroid belt. He had actually medically transitioned before that, but nobody on the SS Tetra had the word for it. -He has exactly one large scar from a prank gone horribly wrong. Otherwise, he’s not been seriously injured by anything the twins have done. - Recently he’s started to become slightly braver in general thanks to a lot of therapy and emotional support from his boyfriend, this has allowed him to stand up to the twins a lot more. He is also more physically strong, and plans to drop kick them both someday.

Relationship headcanons:

Partner: He kisses Risukuma on the daily Chosen family: As he canonically sees Ex as a father, he headcanonically sees Ess as a sister. Pure hatred(/j): He’s no longer as afraid of the tetra twins, and sometimes even manages to prank them back on good days.

Ess – ~15, only ex knows. Has serious abandonment issues, apparently canon(?!?!) PTSD, and so many things + cis demilass + lesbiab (she/they/ze)

Assorted headcanons:

-She actually has a job, and on the last weekend of every month she goes shopping with Maguro (or Amitie if he’s busy) on Saturday and Raffina on Sunday with the money she gets. -She kinda wishes that she were more physically strong for a multitude of minor reasons. -Ess doesn’t actually know how to say Ringo’s name and tries really hard to hide that fact.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes:She’s absolutely in love with Amitie, although she’s in very deep denial about it. Chosen family: She sees Ai as a brother, and the two bond over the fact that Ex totally ditched them to go patch up dimensions or whatever. Speaking of Ex, she’s very recently found it in her heart to maybe forgive him for leaving her when she was young, although she still is a long ways away from seeing him as a father again. Friends: She and Raffina hang out and talk about their insecurities a lot.

Zed – uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-uhhhhhhhhhh -I genuinely don’t think of this guy He reminds me too much of my ex-chosen-father -…to be added.

Relationship headcanons:

Ess is his belovt daughter that’s all you need to know.

Additional headcanons:

-Most of the Madou Monogatari gang feel entirely disconnected from what’s left of their humanity, so they identify with it/its along with whichever other pronouns they use. -Sig, Dark Sig, and the evil Sig from Sig’s Secret are all different entities. -Speaking of Dark Sig, they can actually purr, although Sig himself cannot. Klug thinks this is incredibly interesting and actually conducted several half-serious experiments to try to figure out why. -All of the SS Tetra crew see each other as family, although some have more clearly defined views of that. None of them have any romantic or sexual interest in any other member.

#ALSO IF ANyone has any questions please ask pleas #beeper canon #pinned post #puyo puyo #puyo puyo tetris #madou monogatari #<again #only mentioned #headcanon #headcanons #long post #im tempted to tag the characters but thatd be too long time for me to do so #enjiy

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milkchu · 4 years

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. 💌 ushijima wakatoshi ꒱ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ༄ ushijima wakatoshi x camgirl!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ༄ don’t read if you are under 18. nsfw, smut, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, mentions of blowjobs and unprotected sex. takes place beyond the timeline of the anime so manga spoiler? and ushiwaka might be a bit ooc? i tried my best orz.

╰─➤ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ, u.toshi. 💌

@babymochi ♡ 𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗥 𝟯 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽.

private message from babymochi [moderator]:┊❛ thank you for being a very lovely and loyal patron. because of your kind generosity, you have been selected for a private show with babymochi! click and apply below to redeem your free booking! hope to hear from you soon. ♡ ❜┊

wiping the sweat off his brow with a towel, ushijima saw the pocket of his bag light up, indicating that he had received a notification. putting the towel over his shoulder, he sat down on the bench, and grabbed his phone from his bag.

seeing the familiar app icon that he would always go to, he immediately looked around to see if someone was nearby. after seeing all his teammates were practicing their own serves while their coach was busy talking to another teammate, he lowered the brightness of his phone a bit and opened the app.

seeing the usual ‘welcome, u.toshi,’ he had one notification. checking the time, he thought it was a bit weird since he knew babymochi usually did shows late at night, and it was just a bit after noon.

playing for a professional team meant that there was no time for dating or messing around, at least for him. he was still human, however. when he found babymochi through one of his old friends in high school, he promised himself that he would only do it once. but that was months ago. he also decided to subscribe to the ‘TIER 3′ membership, which was the highest one, that included tons of perks and exclusives, and he did not regret it.

he almost became obsessed with babymochi, to the point where he would always scroll through your profile during his break times, and refresh your feed whenever he got a hold of his phone.

he would also wonder if you knew about him or if you watched volleyball or if you had watched any of his games. it was a silly and ridiculous thought, but it always made his heart race imagining that the girl who would always run around in his mind knew he even existed.

so, he almost choked on his water bottle when he read that message from one of your moderators. a small smile threatened to creep up on his face before his fingers were already moving against the screen, typing at the speed of light while he tried to redeem his free booking.

seeing the ‘congratulations!’ greeting after he had finished booking, he immediately set a reminder for his private show with you. he had a game next week so it was just the perfect timing.

already going through a list of things he would prepare for in his head, he got interrupted when his junior, kageyama, had asked if he could practice setting for him. putting his phone back in his bag, his head just continued to fill up with thoughts and excitement about you.

private message to u.toshi:┊❛ hello there! just reminding you of your private show with me tonight at 8pm sharp. very excited to see you soon, don’t be late! ♡ ❜┊

hitting send on your phone, you sighed as you sifted through your wardrobe, looking for your blue satin babydoll dress that included a ruffled band as a garter.

laying the set onto your bed, you immediately head towards your bathroom, and start putting a light amount makeup on your face, since you always wore a mask that hid your eyes during your shows anyway.

private shows were your favorite. as much as you enjoyed getting attention from several people during your normal shows, it was still quite overwhelming to try and fit in several requests in one show, especially since they came in with a donation.

deep down, you just hoped that this u.toshi guy wasn’t some creepy, greasy old man but what can you do? these people pay large amounts of money just to watch you touch yourself so you just go with it.

ten minutes before the clock hits 8:00, you sat on your bed, making sure the lighting was good and if the camera was alright. after putting the mask on and getting comfortable, you opened the website on your laptop, and started the show. seeing yourself on the screen, you waited for u.toshi’s camera view to pop up.

“good evening, toshi-kun!” you smiled sweetly, sighing in relief on the inside as you can tell he was a decent, young man even though his camera only showed his chin and black t-shirt. “is it okay if i call you that?” you tilted your head at him.

“y-yes,” his extremely low voice sent shivers down your spine, “you may,” he said, in an almost monotone voice. but it was probably enough for you to get off of, seems like tonight was going to be easy.

“great!” you clapped, “are you sure you don’t want me to use a toy tonight?” you asked, remembering that his booking requested that you would only use your fingers.

the simple, yet so vulgar question sent a blush to ushijima’s cheeks, “yes.” you giggled at his response, “alright! so why don’t you tell me about your day, toshi-kun?”

“i practiced with my volleyball team today,” he said, almost gulping when he saw your hands wander around your satin dress, “because we have a game soon.”

“a volleyball player, huh?” you bit your lip, watching as his biceps flexed a bit, which was enough for you to create a small wet spot in your panties. “i have a thing for volleyball players, you know?”

ushijima’s heart started to race, the thought of you possibly watching him play before making his pants grow tighter.

“i had a crush on this guy in high school, he was very popular and was one of the best players in the country. . .” you let out a soft breath, clenching your thighs together as you watched ushijima trail his hand down towards his pants.

“he never noticed me,” you sighed, “but i always imagined him. . .-” you felt your panties becoming damp. “oops, am i talking too much?” you tilted your head innocently.

“no, it’s alright,” ushijima said, in an almost strained voice, just wanting to touch himself in front of you. “would it be okay for me to touch myself?” he asked, not believing that the sentence just came out from his mouth.

“you can do whatever you want, toshi-kun,” you said sweetly, before watching him pull out his cock from his sweatpants. you almost let out a soft whimper, as you’re only able to see the head. but you could tell he was packing.

“you must be so tired from today,” you slowly removed your panties, running the wet fabric down your thighs and off your ankles, “i want to make you feel good, toshi-kun,” you moaned, seeing his head throw back a bit as he stroked his own cock.

spreading your legs, you finally revealed your wet cunt to him, noticing beads of sweat run down his neck. “i always want to be there whenever you come home from practice so i can get down on my knees for you.”

“would you like that, toshi-kun?” you ran your fingers down your slick folds, making noises that made ushijima pump his hand harder on his cock. he nodded, letting out soft grunts. “yeah? you want me to put your thick cock inside my mouth?”

your index finger started to circle around your clit, imagining the head of his cock slapping and grinding against the sensitive pearl. “i also want you to fuck me senseless, toshi-kun,” you mewled, already pushing two fingers inside yourself.

“i want you to use me whenever you feel stressed out,” your moans becoming in sync with his grunts, “i want to be your fuck toy, toshi-kun!” you curled your fingers, gently rubbing against your g-spot while you fondled your tits through the satin before setting them free.

ushijima kept his eyes on your hot body, and your soaking wet pussy, wishing your fingers were his cock instead, “i-i always think about you,” he grunted, brushing his thumb against the head of his cock, wishing that you were right there with him, riding his hard cock.

you let out a breathy giggle, “yeah? that’s why you pay so much just to see me touch myself,” you teased, “you’re so perverted, toshi-kun!” you pumped your fingers harder, almost nearing the end.

ushijima felt close too, he couldn’t last very long whenever he thought of you. so, he would probably finish quickly if he was actually fucking you. who would blame him? you were a literal goddess in his eyes.

your other hand then traveled down towards your clit, playing with it while your other hand fucked yourself. as soon as he saw this, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, breathing heavily as he feels himself about to cum.

“are you going to cum?” you said sweetly, fucking yourself harder with your fingers. he nodded frantically, his hand pumping harder by the second. “i’m going to cum too, toshi-kun! i want you to imagine cumming inside me, filling my wet pussy with your hot cum.”

you moved your fingers faster, hitting your g-spot rougher and faster, as you feel yourself about to cum, “i-i’m gonna cum!” you let out a loud moan, feeling your pussy throb.

meanwhile, ushijima gritted his teeth, leaning his head forward, not even caring that he probably revealed his face before finally coming undone, letting out rough grunts as ropes of cum released from his cock.

the air was filled with only both of you panting, trying to catch your breaths after such a euphoric experience. you decided to break the silence, “you did so well, toshi-kun,” you sent him a tired smile.

he immediately came back to his senses, immediately adjusting his camera, hoping that you didn’t see his face, “likewise,” he replied, still lightly panting. “t-thank you very much for the session.” he added, trying to be polite literally after you had just masturbated in front of each other.

you let out a soft giggle, “it was my pleasure!” you sent him a playful wink. “i still wished i was really there with you, toshi-kun,” you pouted cutely, sending a blush towards his cheeks, “m-me too.”

“well, as much as i’d like to talk to you more, our time is almost up,” you almost felt really sad on the inside. “thank you so much for supporting me, toshi-kun!” you bowed, “i hope we can do this again sometime!”

“yes, of course. thank you as well. hope you have a great evening,” he politely said, but also sad at the same time because it was over. maybe he could book another session? money wasn’t a problem for him so he’ll definitely do this again.

“you too! have a wondeful evening, wakatoshi-kun,” you smiled once more, before your camera view went offline on his screen.

he sighed, running his clean hand over his face, definitely feeling a lot better. after he stood up to go take a shower, his heart suddenly started beating faster, realizing what you just said earlier.

“wakatoshi-kun?”

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. [camgirl!au series]

˗ˏˋ𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐜𝐡𝐮 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎࿐ྂ

#camgirl diaries fic #milkchu fics #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima wakatoshi smut

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1278

Social Media Survey

[joybucket]

What is your favorite social media site? Either Twitter or YouTube, though I never use YouTube as a social media site per se so I guess this round goes to Twitter.

Do you use...

facebook? myspace? twitter? snapchat? instagram? youtube? pinterest? bzoink? another site with message boards? tumblr? deviantart? xanga?

Facebook

Do you get on Facebook every day? Yeah pretty much all throughout the day. I used to never use it, like never ever; but back in college all announcements were coursed through Facebook so I was technically required to be on it regularly, and it was from there that I began to see memes and start to be more active. I’m a shitposter more than anything though and I rarely ever post stuff of my own. How many FB friends do you have? I have 679 at the moment but I want to get rid of like 500 of them; it’s just such a long list to go through so I never get to proceed with my unfriending spree lol.

Have you ever been on a deleting spree? HAHA I just mentioned that. I’ve always wanted to, but like I said 679 is already such an exhaustive list for me, and that’s considering I only started touching my Facebook in like 2019. I can’t imagine people who started Facebook in like 2009 and have 4000 friends aka most people I know.

Have you blocked a lot of haters? I don’t have haters; at least I’m not aware of any that I have. Not that it’s something I care about at this point.

Do you get bullied online a lot? No, but that’s also because I don’t really open the channels for people to send in hate. I don’t have Q&A handles like Curious Cat and I never pick out that option in Instagram where people can send in questions.

What's your favorite Facebook app? Oh I never use Facebook for their apps. Are those still even a thing...? Anyway, I mainly go there to be on the hunt for stupid memes I can reshare or to watch videos that are either funny or informative.

Are you a fan of selfies? I don’t mind if other people do it, but I think I’m honestly bad at selfies so I almost never take them. I’ve never figured out my angles or what filters look ok on me.

Has anyone ever called the police on you because they didn't like your status? No but I have had my posts reported because they were deemed ‘offensive.’ Which is weird because my posts that have been taken down are those that speak out against disgusting men, which says a lot about Facebook runs their shit more than anything else.

Are you in any facebook groups? I’m in nearly a hundred groups, both private i.e. for school purposes, and public.

Are you the admin of any groups? Nah. Too much time and effort needed out of me.

Do you report abuse to group admins whenever you see it? Yes. I report the post then leave the group.

What could make Facebook better? They could put more effort into detecting and banning troll farms.

What year did you start using Facebook? I made an account in 2012 because of a high school class that required us to upload this specific video-format homework onto Facebook (which in hindsight is such an insensitive homework considering that was nearly a decade ago when the Philippines was still severely behind in internet connection speeds?? Ugh). But I didn’t start actively using my account until around two years ago.

What is your current profile picture of? Myself, posing in front of the sunflowers in school during the recent graduation season.

Did you like the old Myspace better than Facebook? I was never a regular user of Myspace, so...

What are some of your favorite boards? I’ve never had a clue what the purpose of Pinterest was. I mean I have an account...but I’ve also never gotten the hang of it?? so I never touch it hahaha.

Have you ever done a craft you saw on Pinterest? Well no, because I’m terrible at arts and crafts anyway.

Do you have a Dream Wedding board? If so, what's on it? No.

If you have a Dream House board, what does your dream house look like? Ok fine this one I did start hahahah but I don’t even remember what I added on there anymore. I’m sure it was filled with modern-style houses with minimalist interior design.

Do you wish they'd bring the "like" button back? I’m not even aware of this option.

Do you have a Bucket List board? Not aware of this either.

Which do you like better: Just Girly Things or And That's Who I Am? The second one sounds less childish. < Same, and it sounds like it covers more.

Do you have a board for tattoos you like? If so, what are some of your faves? No. The only one I ever made was the house one, then Pinterest quickly became boring from there when I realized there wasn’t much else I could do besides making mood boards.

Do you have a "Random" or "Miscellaneous" board? No.

Have you ever reached the maximum number of boards? No.

Do you have any secret boards? No.

Have you ever had a Pin deleted because of copyright laws? No.

Do you have a Color board? No.

Do you have an About Me board? If so, what's on it? No.

YouTube

Do you have a YouTube channel? If so, what is it? Technically I do but I only have it so I can tailor video suggestions to my interests and so that I can like videos and subscribe to channels I like.

What kind of things do you post on YouTube? I’ve never posted any video on there, not even private ones. I’m also not the type to comment.

What do you like to watch on YouTube? These days YouTube serves as a stress reliever for me, which is to say I would typically go for humorous BTS-related compilations because there are sooooo many hilarious channels that make these great videos haha. Occasionally I’d go back to channels or series that I used to frequent, like Good Mythical Morning, Buzzfeed’s Worth It and Unsolved, Try Guys, Watcher, etc.

Are you subscribed to any channels? To so many.

Do you watch any vlogs? If so, what ones are your favorite? Hm probably Jiwoo’s, though her channel is called Mejiwoo. I find her content calming and conversational and basically fun to binge-watch when I’m not looking for anything super super particular to watch.

If you have a channel, how many subscribers do you have? 0. I’m just a lurker.

Will you subscribe to my channel? (msg me if you want a link!) Only if it’s really fit to my interests, I guess.

Do you watch music videos? Rarely; not a fan of MVs in particular. I only really ever put an exception for BTS.

Have you ever watched a TV show on youtube? Well no since their copyright team works hard and works fast lol. I do watch entire video game walkthroughs from time to time.

Have you ever worked out to exercise videos on youtube? No, I can’t care less about working out tbh.

Have you watched Amanda Todd's famous video? No. I’m scared that it might be too upsetting or triggering for me.

Have you ever looked up how to do something on YouTube? Not really, I prefer looking up articles that can teach me step by step in words.

Do you get a lot of hate comments on youtube? No, I’ve never posted anything on there.

How long have you been a youtuber? Never been.

Instagram

Do you post on Instagram a lot? I do 1-3 Instagram stories in a week, I would say. As for posts, I only have 4 in total and I don’t really feel the pressure to add more. I just post when I feel the want to.

Have you ever posted a poll on instagram? Nah, I’m not too sure if anyone would participate so I’ve never tried. If you don't have an iPhone, do you wish you could use Instagram? I’m pretty sure other operating systems can also use Instagram...

Do you have any followers? Around 50, I think.

Do you like Instagram filters? I’ll use them sometimes to make my stories appear prettier.

Twitter

Do you think twitter is stupid? Hehe show me at least one person who doesn’t think so. < Coming from someone who regularly uses Twitter, agree. It is crazy stupid but stupid is what I’m there for. Which is honestly not always such a bad thing to me - I like that people are more themselves, more stripped-down, vulnerable on Twitter. People always seem to want to show off their best selves on Facebook and Instagram, so I’m actually kind of grateful that there is at least one social media out there where people can just be their clumsy, goofy selves.

How often do you tweet? Probably a maximum of five a day. Nowadays I’m on there mostly to just scroll through my timelines.

Do you get on twitter every day? Yes, both on my personal and fan account.

Bzoink

Do you make a lot of surveys? I never make them but I try to take them as often as I can.

Do you take a lot of surveys? Haha sorry, was one step ahead of you. Yeah, I do.

Do you post in the message boards? Nah. I dunno if I’m even permitted to check the message boards on Bzoink considering I don’t have an account.

What types of surveys are your favorite? Categorized surveys like this one or countdown ones can be fun, but at the end of the day I like sticking to the classic random survey.

Do you have friends on here? Not on Bzoink, but here on Tumblr yes! There’s a number of people here I like keeping up with :)

Do you post all your secrets on here? Again, not on Bzoink; but yep I share pretty much everything here.

What type of survey do you think I should make next? Anything but basic/about me-themed ones that will ask for my name and eye color and weight.

Do you read peoples' answers to your surveys? I’ve never made a survey.

Do you think you are good at making surveys?

Do you try to make unique surveys?

What type of surveys do you want to see more of?

Random

This or That

Scattergories

Have You Ever

Are you like me?

About You

Personal, Deep Questions

Girly

Music shuffle

Would You Rather

Do you have this in your bedroom?

Long

Short

All About Your Crush

Fashion

Make-up

School

Music

Your health

Your friends

Confessions

Girl Confessions - how different is this from just confessions? Hahaha

R-Rated

Controversial topics

Myspace

Did you have a myspace when you were in high school? I started an account in like 4th grade when Myspace was ~big, but I didn’t find it fun and everyone my age was on Friendster anyway, so I was largely inactive.

Do you use myspace now? No. Is it still even around? I have no clue.

Do you miss bulletins? I didn’t get to join in on the fun so there’s nothing to miss.

Did you like customizing your profile with the old myspace? Not attributed to Myspace but I did have a lot of fun customizing my Multiply and Tumblr accounts back in the day. That was a period where I really got to learn and play around with HTML :)

Did you have music on your profile? Not on Myspace again but I did on Multiply! I had a cute little playlist that played the songs immediately as soon as you landed on my page hahaha.

Did you learn HTML when you used Myspace? Tumblr, yeah. I believe the skills are still there but I’ll definitely be a bit rusty.

Did you have a customized cursor? Oh, no. Wasn’t a fan of those as I found them a bit tacky.

Did you use glitter graphics? Also found those tacky haha no, I never used those.

Do you remember posting glitter graphics on friends' pages? Nope.

Did you make "dolls"? I don’t recall ever making those.

Did you use photo captions? Not sure what this is referring to so let’s just say no.

Did you have a photo slideshow on your profile? Hmmm nope, I don’t think so.

Xanga

Did you have a Xanga account back in the day? No. It wasn’t big here so I had never heard of it until I started taking surveys on here and heard people mentioning Xanga, actually.

Do you have a xanga account now? No.

Did you post photos and quotes on your xanga page? I never had any.

Snapchat

Do you use snapchat? I did; I was superrrrr active on there for a time. It kind of just got old at one point, though, and my feed got more and more dead until I too just left my account dormant altogether.

What is your favorite filter? There were a lot of cute ones on there that helped me be more confident with taking selfies but my favorites have to be the dog and flower crown ones.

Tumblr

Do you understand Tumblr? I had a better handle of it when I ran a fan account that required me to be more active; but now that I really just go on here to take surveys I just use the basic functions and nothing more. But yeah, I understand just enough to get by.

Do you use Tumblr? Yeah. Even on the days I don’t post surveys, I regularly go on here to keep up with friends I like keeping up with like Elisabeth, Lane, Steph, Lina, Julie :)

Other

What forum sites did you use to love that aren't around anymore? There was one message board I frequented for this girly/tween magazine I used to collect, but I won’t share the name.

Are there any other great social media sites that you recommend? I think this survey was able to cover all the main ones I use.

Do you use a photo editing site? If so, what? I use apps instead of sites to edit my photos.

Do you ever use BeFunky.com? Nope.

Do you use a video editing site? If so, what? Nah, I rarely have to edit videos in a super intricate, detailed way. Apple’s video editing features suffice for me.

Have you ever downloaded fonts? Very occasionally since it’s never necessary.

Have you ever used photobucket to upload an image? No but I remember going on there back in the day to look for images. I never uploaded any, though.

Do you use iTunes? Not anymore. I have an account on Spotify now.

Do you listen to music on Pandora? No, never used it.

#surveys #survey

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Just Another Day at the Office Series - New On the Job

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Four: The Misunderstanding

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n was job searching, looking for a new place to work as an escape to her, then, current job; she’d been denied every pitch she had, yet she worked her ass off with zero recognition. Writing was her passion and her dream job laid in the hands of a magazine company in the city. Will the combination of her sexual frustration and her competitive nature cause her to risk her biggest dream for a blue eyed coworker?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Sorry this is so late, I spent so much time on this part and I wanted it to be as perfect as possible.

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some sexual! tension! up! in! here! There’s some SMUT up in here y’all and mention of fem!masturbation.

I woke up hyperventilating and sweating; my hair was soaked, sticking to the nape of my neck and my pajamas were clinging to my skin. Bree knocked on my door, before slowly opening it. Her eyebrows furrowed at the state I was in, as she leant against the door frame and crossed her arms.

“Did you just masturbate?”

My eyes widened at the blunt question, though due to how sweaty and distraught I looked, I wasn’t surprised...her assumption wasn’t completely wrong though.

“I think I just,” I began, still breathing heavily. “I think I just orgasmed in my sleep.”

She looked at me with her intelligent hazel eyes and I knew exactly what she was going to say.

“Did you have a wet dream about George?”

I did. I had the most visual, raunchy wet dream one could have. It was full of noises, noises from him, and it felt so real. I looked at her with guilty eyes, silently answering her question.

“God, Y/n, you need to fuck this man already!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “Even your subconscious is fantasizing about his dick!”

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, as I rubbed my eyes in distress.

“We’ve only known each other for a week, Bree,” I complained, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Well, two nights ago I fucked a guy that I only knew for two hours,” she chided, a playful smirk on her lips.

I rolled my eyes at her, as she began to twirl a piece of her blond hair between her fingers.

“I don’t do one night stands, you know that,” I insisted.

She groaned, exiting my bedroom.

“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it!” she called. “And take a damn shower!”

I took her advice and hopped into the shower, noticing that it was still fairly early and I had many hours before I’d have to be at George’s.

George.

My mind wandered to my dream, and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing my thighs together at the sudden discomfort between my legs. As I started the shower, the squeak of the nozzle reminded me of my moans in the dream. I shook my head, trying to focus on the water as I undressed myself and hopped in. I squeezed some shampoo into my hand and lathered it onto my head, using my fingers to massage my scalp.

He tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled it back, forming a makeshift ponytail as he drilled into me from behind.

I lathered the soap onto my washcloth and rubbed it onto my body.

His hands travelled down my back before resting on my hips, his nails digging into my skin, guiding me, as I rode him.

I leant against the shower wall as I bent down to shave my legs.

He pinned me against his bedroom wall, pounding into me while he held me up, my legs weak and quivering as his dick brushed the pleasure spot inside of me.

I brought the razor to my heat, careful as I strategically shaved.

I screamed in pleasure as his tongue lapped at my clit, two fingers pumping into me, my fingers tangling in his hair.

I couldn’t stop myself from masturbating at this point, hoping that the shower running would be enough noise to cover up my actions. As I hopelessly pumped my fingers inside of me, imagining that George had been performing this on me instead, my jaw went slack and my breathing hitched as I hit my climax quickly. I rode out my high, collapsing on the tub floor before turning the water off. I forced myself up and dried myself off, making sure to towel myself off down there after the mess I’d just made. I wrapped both my hair and my body into towels and exited the bathroom, my legs weak and sore as I walked.

I slipped a pair of leggings and a big hoodie onto myself, towel drying my hair and entering the kitchen. I gathered my sheets and tossed them in the washer machine, not wanting to sleep on the sheets I’d sweat through. Bree sat on one of the kitchen chairs, her knees pulled up to her chest, as her eyes ran down the page of Essence, which I’d subscribed to as a way of showing my own personal appreciation for the brand. I sighed at the smell of coffee, happily walking over to the freshly brewed pot in the kitchen. I got my favorite mug from one of the cabinets and poured myself some of the morning bliss, before adding cream and sugar. I took a seat next to her, holding the mug to my mouth as I blew on the steaming liquid in hopes of it cooling down.

“Have you gotten to write any articles yet?” she queried, bringing her own mug to her lips.

I shook my head. “No, but I get to start pitching ideas this week.”

She looked away from the magazine and faced me.

“Have you thought of anything yet?”

“No,” I groaned, bringing my palms to my face in distress.

With everything that had been happening with George, I’d completely forgotten about the pitch.

“Hmm..” Bree hummed, eyes looking up in thought.

My phone vibrated on the small wooden table next to my mug. I picked it up, my lips curling as soon as I saw that the notification was from George.

George: *insert red wine emoticon*

Me: You can’t just send the emoji?

George: Don’t have ‘em, love.

George: I’m an old man.

Me: You must be very wise then.

Me: What was the prohibition like?

George: It was tough, but it was a good lesson for the Americans. It would’ve come in handy two nights ago, huh?

Me: STILL never going to let that down?

George: Never.

“What are you giggling about?”

She snatched my phone before I could respond, scrolling through the messages, her mouth forming an “o”.

“Give it back,” I nagged, reaching out for the device while she pushed my arm away.

“He’s so flirting with you,” she observed, finally returning the phone back to my hands.

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, reading through his messages again, as if I had missed something.

“He calls you ‘love’!” she brought her mug to her lips before setting it back down. “And, he always starts the conversation, which obviously means he wants to talk to you!”

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to consider her thoughts just yet. I didn't want to catch feeling for George this early, especially when I barely knew him, hell, I knew his best friend’s personality better than his. Besides, I didn’t want to get my hopes up in case he’d end up being an asshole; I wasn’t prepared to get heartbroken again like my last serious relationship.

“Let’s change the subject,” I suggested, taking a big gulp of my coffee and pushing my phone further away from us on the table.

“Fine,” she agreed. “I got sick this morning from taking Plan B, and my boobs feel like tender melons right now.” She looked down at her chest, cupping her breasts over her t-shirt and groaning in pain.

“Wear a condom, next time,” I reminded her.

She rolled her eyes.

“We were drunk, neither of us remembered whether we used a condom or not,” she admitted, closing the magazine and tossing it across the table.

I finished off my coffee, before my stomach began growling, reminding me that I hadn’t had any breakfast yet.

“Want to go get some bagels at the cafe across the street?” I offered, staring back at her frown.

“No, thanks, I still feel nauseous as fuck.” She brought her hands to her stomach, pouting her lips.

The rest of the morning and afternoon, I’d ended up getting her soup and we spent hours cuddling on the sofa whilst watching all of the movies that’d sat on our Netflix list, unwatched. When three o'clock rolled around, I began getting ready.

Similar to the outfit I wore to the bar, I dressed in a pair of jeans and a top that revealed just enough cleavage. I didn’t do anything to my hair, but I didn’t stop myself from applying some makeup. After perfecting my appearance and asking my roommate about a hundred times, “are you sure I look okay?” I was ready to head out.

3:46 pm, Me: What’s your address?

I sat on the sofa impatiently as I waited for his response. As a few minutes passed by, I started tapping my foot.

“Relax,” Bree reminded me.

Her eyes looked concerned, as she observed my impatience. I nodded, taking a few deep breaths, and focusing on the television. As four o'clock rolled around, I began to get nervous. What if he’d forgotten about our plans? I brushed that thought off, remembering his texts from earlier that day, so that couldn’t have been true. I wondered if he was getting ready, or maybe he just didn't have his phone on him. Curse my tendency to overthink.

As more time passed, I could feel Bree’s worried eyes on me. I tried to distract myself with the television, but I could practically hear a mental clock ticking and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Should I text him again?” I blurted out.

She looked at me, chewing on her lip.

“Make sure your text delivered, first,” she suggested.

“It did,” I barked, a little too aggressively.

Her bushy eyebrows furrowed as she observed my frustrated, impatient state. I looked at her apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose.

She scooted closer to me, rubbing my back sympathetically.

“George doesn't seem like the kind of guy to stand a woman up,” she reassured me. “He doesn’t even have emojis! I’m sure he just hasn't checked his phone.”

“You’re right,” I agreed, the tension in my body relaxing slightly at her words.

My phone vibrated, causing me to jump and immediately check the notification.

4:32 pm, George: Something came up. I can’t do tonight anymore. Sorry.

My heart sank to my stomach at the words, my lips parting in shock. In confusion to my reaction, Bree leant over to read the message over my shoulder. Her hand immediately returned to my back; even she wasn't sure what to say. I felt hollow for a moment, before shutting the device off and tossing it onto the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

“I don’t know why I’m so upset right now,” I admitted, blinking back the tears that threatened to escape. “I don’t know how I expected this to go.”

Bree sighed, her arm wrapping around me and pulling me into her.

“Honey,” she cooed. “You liked him, it’s okay to admit it.”

Did I like him? Even if I did, what was the point of coming to terms with it now?

“I don't like him,” I lied. “I’m just upset that he stood me up.”

Bree knew I was lying, so she didn’t say anything. I pulled myself off of her and changed out of my clothes, back into my leggings and hoodie. I wiped the makeup off, realizing there was no point in looking presentable. I made my way into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of red wine and opened up my laptop; I decided that if the universe gave me this extra time, I’d better make the best of it. I signed into my documents and began scrolling through some articles, though this time, trying to find inspiration for pitches.

As I sipped on my red wine and typed away, I was coming up with some ideas left and right. Why you and your roommate might not be getting along (Hint: you guys don’t have compatible signs) - I could use my own experience with my roommate, and astrology being a well-liked subject in Essence articles, this gave me a good chance at wooing Connie over. Are vinyls worth buying? Aesthetic vs Reality - I could use a popular trend to my advantage whilst giving the readers my own advice. Trying CBD oil for my anxiety - I could conduct a classic journalist experiment, while touching on anxiety and trying a trend.

With so many pros, I decided to stick with the CBD oil experiment as my pitch, but I had my two backups if Connie were to dislike it. Proud of my use of time, I closed my laptop and applied a calming face mask in preparation for the next day. I brought my glass of red wine to my bedroom, as I laid in bed on my phone with the face mask on my face. I scrolled through my socials, noticing that Dean had requested me on Facebook. Well, if George won’t work out... I accepted his request, before scrolling through his own page.

Inevitably, there were photos of him and George, posing with some other guy, whom was unfamiliar, on his page. There were pictures of them at bars, going hiking, and cooking. I closed the app, pretending that I didn't feel butterflies when I saw George’s smile in the photos.

I distracted myself with some reruns of Friends that night, before making my bed with my newly clean sheets, which would guarantee a good night’s sleep. With a definitely-not-regular dose of melatonin, I was finally forced asleep.

Buzz buzz.

I tossed and turned.

Buzz buzz.

Probably a Twitter notification.

Buzz buzz.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes and picking up my phone.

2 missed calls from George.

12:43 am, George: Are you awake?

1:02 am, George: I need to see you right now.

1:13 am, George: If you’re seeing this, I’m at your apartment building. Can you please come let me in?

What the fuck?! I quickly sprung up from my bed with my phone in my hand. Bree, if I get kidnapped tonight, you better come fucking save me. I slipped my feet into the first pair of shoes I could find, thankfully being my slippers, before grabbing my keys and sprinting out the door.

I ran down the stairs so quickly without any fear that I’d fall and break something, because all I wanted to know was if George was okay; my feet were barely touching the steps as I raced down them at such a quick pace. Once I finally reached the entrance to the building, I pushed the doors open with everything in me, the cold air immediately causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I looked around helplessly, trying to find this damn man.

There he was.

He sat on the sidewalk, head faced down, but I knew that hair anywhere. I slowly walked toward him, as his figure became much clearer. I could begin to make out his outfit, which consisted of a black short-sleeved shirt and jeans. I could tell by the fact that he wasn’t wearing a jacket meant that he hadn’t planned on being outside, due to the cold temperature. His hair looked disheveled, not falling into its usual perfect waves. His face was buried in the palms of his hands, the veins from the backs of his hands traveling up to his arms; I remembered noticing that feature when he’d driven me home.

I took a seat beside him, subconsciously putting my hand onto his back and rubbing wide circles. I watched him, waiting for him to release his face from his hands. After a few minutes of silence, just sitting in New York noise, he brought his face from his hands and turned to me, revealing a bruised eye, a bloody nose, and a split lip. I brought my hand to my mouth in shock, as my eyes examined the wounds on his face. He stared at me with eyes that looked scared–this terrified me.

I grabbed his hand, suddenly noticing that his knuckles were bruised. I looked at him with worried eyes, before standing up and leading him into the building. We walked up the stairs in silence, the only noises being my own thoughts that were somehow louder than the echoes of our footsteps. Once we’d finally made it to my door, I opened it quietly, careful not to awaken my roommate. I turned the lights on, as I then led him to the small bathroom. I patted the toilet seat cover, gesturing for him to sit down. He silently sat down, as I opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and scavenged for disinfectants and bandages. Once I’d gotten all the necessary materials out, I aligned them on the sink and started with some hydrogen peroxide. I applied the liquid to a cotton swab, carefully dabbing at the cut on his lip.

After cleaning that up, I grabbed a washcloth from the closet and ran it under the faucet, soaking it in warm water. I rung it out, before carefully wiping the dry blood underneath and around his nose. As I strategically tended to his wounds, I could feel his stare on me, watching as I took care of him.

“Thank you,” he professed, his voice raspy and dry.

“Just returning the favor,” I looked down at him, referring to the night he’d taken care of me.

There was silence after I’d spoken. Maybe he believed me, that I was only taking care of him because I had owed him a favor.

“I got into a fight,” he admitted, his accent even more accentuated with the combination of the raspiness.

I chewed on my lip, trying to focus on cleaning his face.

“I can tell,” I stated, keeping my eyes on his wounds.

“I don’t usually get into fights,” he elaborated.

I dropped the washcloth onto the sink, returning my attention to the conversation.

“Then, what sparked this?”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, reminding me of his bruised knuckles. I carefully picked up his hand after drenching more cotton swabs with the hydrogen peroxide, and meticulously cleaned the small cuts.

“My friend, Andrew. He’s Dean’s roommate, he uhm,” he began, stuttering. “He had an overdose today, at approximately three. Dean called me and I drove to the hospital as quickly as I could.”

I wondered if Andrew was the unfamiliar face I’d seen in the Facebook photos on Dean’s profile earlier.

“He was out, cold for a little while. They weren’t sure he was going to make it,” he confessed, eyes starting to tear up. “Dean and I were in the waiting room for hours, just waiting for anything. The doctor still wouldn’t let us see him, and that’s when I went mad. I punched the poor bloke, Dean had to fucking tackle me out of the hospital to calm down. Bloody bastard got a few hits on me, trying to get me off of the poor man,” he chuckled softly, pointing to his black eye.

I smiled a little, tossing the cotton swabs and looking down at him as he continued, giving him my full attention.

“Once they finally let us see him, we finally understood what they didn’t want us to see,” his voice cracked, and I could see the sadness in his eyes as he recalled the memory. “He wasn’t in his right mind, he hasn’t been in his right mind for a while, but it was different this time. It was really scary, Y/n.”

A tear rolled down his cheek, as his bottom lip trembled.

“I didn’t know what to do, we were both mortified,” he croaked.

I knelt down, bringing my hands to his cheeks, gently. My thumbs wiped at the tears that were spilling from his eyes. I hated seeing him like this, so vulnerable and broken.

“I’m here,” I assured him, staring into his blue eyes that looked deeper than a thundering, stormy ocean now.

He pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me as he sobbed into the crook of my neck. I could feel my heart breaking in this moment. How could I have been so mad at him earlier? How could I have been so misunderstanding of the situation? My fingers tangled themselves in his hair as I attempted to soothe him.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered into my shoulder, his voice muffled.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” I reassured him softly, running my fingers down.

He pulled away, revealing his eyes puffy and red, his nose and lips swollen as well. I frowned, grabbing a new washcloth and wetting it with cold water this time, dabbing at his face, in attempt to calm the puffiness whilst wiping his face of tears.

“Do you want to sleep here tonight?” I asked, removing the washcloth from his face and setting it next to the other one I’d used.

He nodded silently, watching me as I cleaned up the mess I’d made. I put all the materials back into the cabinet, leaving the washcloths in the sink to deal with the next day. He stood up from the toilet seat cover, and followed me to my bedroom. I turned the lamp on beside my bed, as he entered the room slowly behind me.

“Do you have my uhm,” he began, his voice cracking.

“Yes!”

I knew exactly what he was going to say before it left his mouth; I quickly grabbed his sweater and joggers from my closet. I handed them to him, turning around to give him some privacy. As I heard the motion of him undressing, the reality set in that George was in my bedroom and I thanked the heavens above that I’d washed my sheets earlier that day.

“You can turn around.”

I did as he said, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him. It was nice, seeing him in the clothes that I, myself, had been wearing not too long ago; the fabric clung to his figure perfectly, contrasting to the oversized fit on my body.

“Do you need anything else?” I questioned sincerely.

He shook his head.

“Okay, I’ll be in the living room if you need anything,” I concluded, making my way out of the bedroom.

“Wait,” he objected.

I stopped in my tracks, turning to face him in confusion.

“C-can you uhm,” he stuttered, scratching the back of his neck. “Can you sleep with me?”

My eyes widened and I swore my jaw had almost dropped.

“If you don't want to, that’s fine–” he babbled, before I interrupted him.

“I don’t mind, George.”

I closed the bedroom door before climbing onto my mattress as he did the same. Given my smaller mattress, it gave us less individual room to lay comfortably. I ended up on my side, as close to the edge as possible in order to give him as much room on the mattress as possible.

“Do you have enough room?” I queried.

“Y/n, I have more than enough room. A-are you sure you’re comfortable with this? You’re about to fall off,” he observed, concerned.

“Y-yeah,” I began nervously. “I just wanted to make sure you had enough space.”

“I have plenty of space. You can come closer, if you want,” he offered.

I obliged, moving myself closer to him. We were both laying on our sides now, staring at one another.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, wanting to confirm one last time before I turned the lights off.

He nodded his head, cracking a small smile.

I leant over, turning the lamp off and returning to my position. I couldn't see anything, as my pupils adjusted to the sudden darkness in the room, but I could feel him right there.

“Goodnight, George,” I whispered to his unseen figure.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #x reader fic #fanfic #dean charles chapman #1917 #1917 cast

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noona-clock · 5 years

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Untitled - Part 10, Final Chapter

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Junmyeon x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 | Word Count: 2,058

Two Years Later

You were feeling super nostalgic tonight.

More specifically, you were feeling nostalgic about your wedding and honeymoon.

It wasn’t your anniversary or anything, so you’re not sure why you were feeling nostalgic... but you were currently snuggled in bed watching your wedding vlog on Junmyeon’s YouTube channel, so what are you gonna do?

But the really bad part was... Junmyeon wasn’t even here to be nostalgic with you!

He wasn’t on a trip, though; since you got married, you actually went on work trips with him. Because, unsurprisingly, getting married kind of changed everything.

Junmyeon officially introduced you to all of his viewers and followers when he uploaded your wedding video to his YouTube channel. He even included his proposal because, unbeknownst to you at the time, Jongdae was standing there filming everything. But, from then on, you had gone on most of his trips with him. Some resorts and brands even specifically invited you, which was pretty exciting, you weren’t going to lie.

Junmyeon even started tagging you in his pictures, and you now had over five thousand followers, so... yeah. Your marriage had changed quite a bit about your life.

But, anyway. Junmyeon currently wasn’t home because he was out for a Guy’s Night with Jongdae and some other friends. He would be home soon but for now, you had to be nostalgic all on your own.

You let out a soft, wistful sigh as you watched yourself trying on dresses, your heart glowing when you eventually tried on the dress. You remembered seeing it for the first time like it was yesterday, and you knew it would be the most beautiful piece of clothing you would wear for the rest of your life.

Junmyeon had cried when he saw you in that dress. What more can you ask for?

You beamed as you and Junmyeon picked out flowers and tasted cake. You giggled as Jongdae attempted to calm Junmyeon down as he got ready the morning of. You had no idea he’d been so nervous!

And Trish had been right: you hadn’t been nervous at all. You’d been too happy and excited to be nervous. Just the thought of getting to call Junmyeon your husband had been enough to keep you floating on a cloud. But Trish, on the other hand, had been nervous just like you’d been nervous at her wedding.

Tears filled your eyes as you watched yourself walk down the aisle, as you saw the look on Junmyeon’s face when he saw you for the first time that day.

Taking pictures, cutting the cake, your first dance, throwing the bouquet... it had all been such a blur, but you got to relive almost every moment because of this video.

At the very end of the video, just before you drove away from the venue, Junmyeon had held the camera out in front of the both of you and finally properly introduced you -- as his wife.

From time to time, you still read the comments on the video because the vast majority of them had been extremely positive. Junmyeon’s subscribers had congratulated him and expressed their joy. Many of them had remarked on how beautiful you were, and Junmyeon had replied to some with comments like “I know, right?!” Reading them still made you smile and blush.

Just as you were scrolling back up to move on to another video, you heard the front door open downstairs.

“Babe, come up here!” you called out immediately, not even waiting for him to close the door.

“Coming!” he replied. You heard him taking off his jacket, and then you heard the soft thuds of his feet coming up the stairs. His eyebrows were raised when he appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, and he paused so he could ask, “What do you need?”

“I need you to snuggle with me,” you answered, lifting up the bed covers.

Junmyeon’s somewhat cautious expression quickly morphed to one of delight, his brow smoothing and his lips curving into a sweet smile. He obeyed immediately, stepping out of his shoes and sliding into bed next to you.

“I just watched our wedding video,” you sighed as you curled up into his embrace.

“So... honeymoon vlog next?” he asked expectantly.

“Yes,” you confirmed. “Honeymoon vlog next.”

You lifted your phone back up and scrolled to find it, tapping on your screen and shifting it to landscape mode so both of you could watch comfortably.

Unsurprisingly, the two of you had gone to the South of France for a two-week-long honeymoon.

Remember when you decided to go somewhere else for your first vacation with Junmyeon and save France for something more important?

Your honeymoon was exactly what you’d had in mind.

Junmyeon had planned a honeymoon for the two of you which had turned out to be even better than the trip of your dreams. He had taken you to Provence and Marseille, Toulouse, Nice, Cannes, and even a short side trip to Monaco. You’d seen and done and eaten things you’d never seen and done and eaten before, all with Junmyeon at your side.

And, somehow, he had managed to cram all fourteen days into a 25-minute vlog.

When he first uploaded it, you had been very skeptical that he had truly captured the magical time you’d had. The two of you had done and seen (and eaten) so much, how could he have possibly gotten it all down to just twenty-five minutes?!

But you had been in tears by the end of your first viewing, and you had immediately restarted it.

Junmyeon was just... a vlog genius. That’s all there was to it.

“Did you have a good time tonight?” you asked softly as the vlog began, opening on Junmyeon’s face as the two of you were getting on the plane.

Your husband hummed positively, pressing his lips into your hair. “What about you?”

“I’ve just been watching old videos because I’m feeling nostalgic,” you sighed.

“I’m sorry I missed most of it,” Junmyeon said softly. “You could have called me. I would’ve come home.”

“No,” you chuckled. “I didn’t want to interrupt Guy’s Night.”

“Yeah... but you laugh at my jokes a lot more than the guys do,” Junmyeon pointed out, sounding just a bit forlorn.

Your chuckle turned into a giggle, and you moved to press a quick kiss to his jaw. “Because I think you’re funny.”

“I am funny!”

“You are funny! It’s why I married you.”

“Oh?” he asked, and you could tell he was holding back a laugh. “You only married me because I’m funny? Not because I proposed to you in an incredibly romantic and thoughtful way?”

You hummed thoughtfully for a few moments, and then you said, “No, just because you’re funny.”

“Well,” he huffed. “Do you want to know why I married you?”

Your cheeks instantly flushed, and you brought your phone up closer to your face. “No, I’m good.”

Because you knew he would get incredibly cheesy and romantic and embarrassing.

Junmyeon tightened his arms around you, and you prepared for him to let out a sigh and pretend like he wasn’t going to just go ahead and tell you.

...And that’s exactly what he did.

He sighed, resting his head against yours and cuddling even deeper into the bed. “All right,” he murmured. “I won’t.”

The two of you watched the video for a bit, but after a few minutes, he turned and pressed a kiss into the top of your head.

“I married you because you’re nice,” he whispered.

And then a few minutes later, he added, “And because you’re smart.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you continued watching, and Junmyeon only waited about a minute before speaking again. “And because you’re beautiful.”

“I am?” you asked, finally indulging him.

“Oh, very,” he answered. “Every single part of you is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, tilting your head so he could kiss your cheek.

“I also married you because you’re thoughtful and patient and brave and you write the best letters and you’re the greatest travel partner and you make me laugh at least once a day and you’re really comfy to cuddle with.”

A giggle bubbled up in your throat, and you finally paused the video so you could turn to face him. You were about to thank him again, but he took a breath and spoke before you had the chance.

“And... one of the very first reasons, one of the very big reasons why I knew I was going marry you... is the fact you went on a second date with me.”

“What do you mean?” you chuckled, reaching up to trace a finger over his jaw.

“I was such a doofus on our first date,” he continued with an embarrassed roll of his eyes. “I was trying to be all cool when you were annoyed with that untitled thing, and then I was afraid I’d hurt your feelings but instead of just bringing it up and apologizing, I panicked.”

“You were not a doofus!” you argued gently.

“I was,” he urged. “So the fact you actually agreed to go out with me again and gave me a second chance... I knew you had to be The One even back then.”

A wide, beaming grin pulled at your lips, and you leaned in to kiss him briefly.

"And the fact you kept making me nervous -- you still make me nervous -- “

But you cut him off, kissing him again, deeper and sweeter this time.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you, too,” Junmyeon beamed as he reached up to smooth your hair back from your forehead.

“You didn’t really hurt my feelings, by the way,” you murmured. “Back then. I was a little... embarrassed, I guess? But I knew I was being ridiculous because you were only very slightly disagreeing with my opinion.”

“Hey, listen, I can’t help it if your opinion is --”

“Don’t you dare say my opinion is wrong,” you warned, raising your eyebrows.

“I’m just saying! Not everything needs a title!”

“Yes, it does,” you countered. “I would never, ever, ever write a book and not give it a title!”

“Well, that’s your choice. But you have to admit, not all art needs to be titled. Especially, like, pictures and stuff.”

You simply let out a somewhat annoyed sigh and turned back so you could continue watching the video. There was no point in arguing because, first of all, it was an incredibly silly thing to argue about it. Second of all, Junmyeon wasn’t going to change his mind, so it would be a waste of energy to try and convince him.

Junmyeon had and still did post pictures on Instagram with no caption. You simply tried to ignore it or come up with a caption in your head.

The only -- only -- time you hadn’t been annoyed at Junmyeon not adding a caption had been when he’d posted a picture after you’d gotten engaged. It had been a selfie of the two of you, though your bejeweled hand had covered up most of your faces.

Okay, so technically, he had added a caption. Maybe that was why you weren’t annoyed.

Because the caption had been “no caption needed.” Junmyeon had wanted to prove a point to you, the point that not all pictures needed a caption. Sometimes the image itself was enough.

But he had proven that point by still adding a caption, something he knew would appease you.

And maybe that was the big reason for you. The big reason why you knew he was The One.

He thought he was right, but he still let you be right, too.

He was the perfect partner for you, in just about every way. He knew the perfect balance of give and take. He let you be alone when you needed it, but he didn’t hold back his clinginess when you were together. He supported you just like you supported him. He recognized the little things that annoyed and irked you and even though they didn’t necessarily annoy him, he still humored you and even went out of his way to minimize those annoyances.

He didn’t mind when other things were left untitled, but he always made sure you were not.

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Just Us Now, ch 3

Yay, I was able to update tonight, thanks to @thisisartbylexie my beta reading extraordinaire! 😁 Enjoy the latest bit of this fix-it fic right here, or read and subscribe on AO3. Please do let me know if you’re enjoying it! ❤️

“You’re out of your mind.”

Rey stared back at Finn for a moment before glancing at Poe in search of his reaction. Poe only lifted his hands and shook his head.

“I’m with Finn on this one. I gotta say, this is insane!”

“You weren’t there,” she said firmly, looking back and forth between them. “You don’t know the part he played. You didn’t see everything I saw, everything he did.”

“What I’ve seen,” Finn jumped in, “Is Ren trying to kill you. Multiple times! He tried to kill me, and Poe, and every friend we have! In addition to the countless innocent people he’s successfully murdered all over the galaxy! How can he have suddenly changed into a different person?”

“He’s not a different person. He’s always been Ben Solo, an incredibly powerful Jedi was betrayed by those who loved him, and was led astray during a time of weakness. I don’t think he ever truly wanted the life he’s been living, but it was all he felt he had.”

“And who’s to say he won’t be led astray again?” Poe questioned, crossing his arms.

“By who?” Rey laughed.

“Himself! Maybe all that…” Poe gestured, searching for the right word. “That dark stuff is just sitting in him now, dormant until someone looks at him the wrong way or something!”

Rey’s expression softened into quiet thoughtfulness for a moment. “No...I think all that is gone. He’s just Ben now.”

Finn suddenly tilted his head, frowning at her. “Wait a second, what’s going on with you two?”

Poe’s head whipped back and forth, looking between them both. “Going on? You mean Rey and Ky- Ben? Why would there be anything going on between them?!”

Rey shook her head, glancing away. “There’s nothing,” she replied, instantly realizing it sounded halfhearted.

Poe stared at her, mouth agape. “Ok now hold on, that look I know! I don’t have to have Jedi mind powers! Are you kidding me?! I mean, when did this start?!”

“Relax, it’s nothing,” Rey tried to assure them.

Poe threw his hands up and began pacing, but what Rey noted was the way Finn was staring at her, a horrified but knowing expression on his face.

“It’s not nothing,” he said quietly.

“How are we supposed to trust what you’re telling us about Ben when you’re not looking at things with a clear head?” Poe questioned.

“No, I can see him clearly,” she insisted. “I always have. It’s difficult to explain but we’re...connected.”

Poe pinched the bridge of his nose. “Trust me, I don’t want to hear that explained.”

“No, through The Force! We have been, for a long time. Maybe even long before we knew it. I saw things in him just as clearly as I see them in myself. When he was conflicted, but not ready to change, I could see it. Believe me when I tell you that there is no more conflict in him. If you trust me, then please know that you can trust him now as well.”

The two men stared back at her, quite obviously displeased but also realizing that there was nothing more they could say at this point.

“I still don’t think he shouldn’t come here,” Poe added.

“Like I said before, that’s exactly how he feels,” Rey agreed, standing up. “At least for now I think we can all agree he’s better off where he is. And it’s probably better if we all keep this quiet as well, just in case.”

“And you’re planning to go back there, aren’t you?” Finn asked, more concern evident in his eyes. “To Tatooine.”

Rey’s gaze shifted, her lack of reply more than clear to her friends.

“I don’t like this,” Poe said with a grunt of dissatisfaction. He pointed a finger at Rey. “Yes, I trust you...but I still don’t have to like this.”

Rey shifted restlessly on her cot, the morning sun peeking in through the shelter and right into her line of vision. She’d gotten a minimal amount of sleep during the night, and it was rather broken up.

She truly was exhausted, so she should have crashed and slept like a baby. In addition to the fight to the death with Palpatine, getting Ben to safety, and getting him settled on Tatooine, she had to go back to Exegol again before returning to Ajan Kloss. Not only was it unthinkable for her to abandon Luke’s X-wing completely, but she also didn’t want to continue to fly and be seen in a Tie-fighter.

By the less than refreshing morning hours, she had to admit that there was only one explanation for her restlessness, if she were really honest with herself. She was plagued with an undefinable discomfort about leaving Ben on Tatooine. She didn’t mistrust him, she didn’t think he was helpless, and she also knew she’d be returning soon. But somehow she couldn’t shake the little bit of unease, that feeling of something being off. It felt like a piece of herself was missing.

And then, just like that...

“Rey.”

She sat straight up as Ben came into view across from her.

“Hi.” She pushed some hair out of her face. “It’s um, it’s morning here.”

“It’s evening here,” he replied, eyes glancing around him and then connecting back to hers. “How did it go?”

Rey shrugged. “Not bad.”

He smirked. “But not good either.”

She gathered her blanket a little tighter around her middle, looking down. “I understand why they're concerned, I do. It’s just frustrating because I want to make them see what I see. It’s so clear to me and I wish it was just as clear to them!”

When she looked back up at him, his ghost of a smile turned her insides to mush.

“As long as it’s clear to you,” Ben said softly.

Rey had the instant urge to get up and rush over to him. She thought back to when she left Tatooine a few days before and wanted to slap herself for holding back. In hindsight she wondered why she had. What was the point? Now here she was, not truly in the same place with him and likely to lose the connection they shared at any moment, and she wanted nothing more than to hold him and feel him holding her right back.

“Did you initiate this?” she suddenly thought to ask him. “The connection.”

He pursed his lips. “Not exactly.”

She frowned. “What do you mean, not exactly?”

“I wasn’t really...trying,” he replied critically and cleared his throat. “I was just thinking.”

Rey’s lips spread very slowly. “You mean you were thinking about me? Wait, is that how it always worked? Is that what usually started it?”

“Your decaying grandfather started it,” Ben teased.

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

Ben shifted his stance and hesitated. “Ok, yes, sometimes I think that was a factor. Maybe just when I was thinking about you really hard.”

Rey’s brow shot up.

“I mean like when I was trying to find you,” he clarified, a little bit of color visible on his cheeks.

She got up very slowly, hesitant to approach as if it might make him disappear faster.

“How’s your leg and...everything?” Rey asked softly.

“Better.”

“Good. You look better.”

She could swear she saw his chest rising and falling more rapidly as she drew closer. And instinctively, she just wanted to feel that motion. In the moment she told herself she simply wanted to feel the clear evidence of life as well as see it.

Rey barely hesitated as she placed her hand against his chest where his heart was, watching the way it made him inhale sharply through his nose and then exhale gently through slightly parted lips.

“Rey,” he murmured, voice a bit unsteady. “When are you-“

“Rey, there’s breakfast if you’re hungry!”

She spun around at the sound of Rose’s voice, wondering if her stance had looked as strange and awkward as she pictured it might have, with her hand hovering in the empty air in front of her.

“Yep, ok thanks, I’ll be right out,” Rey sputtered out, still feeling like she’d just been caught red handed, despite the lack of suspicion on Rose’s features.

“Ok, see you out there,” she replied pleasantly, and quickly took her leave.

Not surprisingly, when Rey turned around again, Ben was gone.

She exhaled, running her fingers roughly through her hair and over her scalp.

“Soon, Ben,” she whispered in reply to his unfinished question. “Trust me, really soon.”

Ben stepped out into the now breezy, though still hot, Tatooine evening air. He shut his eyes, letting the air rush over his face and through his hair, fully taking in all the things he thought would be long gone for him by now.

It would have been enough, he thought for the hundredth time. To see her sit up, smile, say his name, and know that she was going to be ok and go on living. He was ready to go in that moment if he had to. He felt content, peaceful, and even fulfilled. But then she had to go and kiss him like that.

The corners of Ben’s mouth lifted just a little as his mind once again ran through the details.

He admitted to himself that in the moments during their kiss, he did feel a pang of sadness and silently uttered a plea to stay with her. But immediately after they parted, he felt the very same peace come over him. In his eyes, the end result was still well worth the sacrifice. And when he felt himself slipping away, it wasn’t with bitterness and regret, but with happiness.

Now he’d been given this second chance, this new life he didn’t expect, and he found himself struggling to know exactly what to do with it. Yesterday, fighting and dying were his way to make things right. Today, it was living. He’d barely ever done that in his adult years, so it was hard to know where to start.

Ben limped slightly out onto the large rock the little home was built into, lowering himself with a bit of difficulty till he sat on the ground with legs crossed.

Shutting his eyes again and breathing, slow and deep, he tried to remember and focus on some of the things he’d long hidden away. Things Master Luke had taught him back when his mind had yet to be fully corrupted. It all felt like a lifetime ago.

But eventually, slowly, he felt himself lift from the ground, hovering comfortably in the age old Jedi tradition of meditation. It felt a little bit like coming home. His mind felt very much at peace, and so clear of distractions.

That is, except for the several times Rey’s face made an appearance. That was a distraction he couldn’t say he was sorry for.

#reylo #Just Us Now #reylo fic #fix it fic #this left me wanting more lol #so you know imma be writing more soon!

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5 Marketing Automation Best Practices every Marketer must know

If I had a dollar every time a marketer underestimated marketing automation, I would be able to start and fund my own marketing automation startup. Although 75% of businesses (founders, marketers, and CEOs) have started to tap into the potentials of marketing automation, many are unaware of some of these awesome marketing best practices. These practices have been tried and tested personally by me and I can assure you, it works.

5 actionable Marketing Automation Best Practices

Let’s dive directly into the marketing automation best practices and learn how you can automate your marketing efforts right away.

Create personalized and interactive email campaigns

While sending an email, personalization will help you stand out. Out of a list of hundreds of spammy emails, a personalized email will grab eyeballs. Have you seen the show ‘Bandersnatch’ on Netflix or read any “choose-your-own-adventure” type book? It feels fun because you get a sense of connection while reading the book or watching the movie. It works with emails as well.

Here’s how you can create email personalization

Map your user’s journey: Create an outline that defines how an average user interacts with your business.

Make triggers for your user in their journey: There are certain checkpoints on how a consumer will behave with your business. For example, if they use your product for 10 days. It could trigger one.

Write a creative drip email campaign: You can write separate emails or create a follow-up email campaign in the same thread after each of these checkpoints/triggers.

Automate a personalized email series with trigger-based marketing automation software.

For example, you run an eCommerce clothing business. Your regular customer, Matt adds 5 T-shirts in their cart. Then, he gets distracted and leaves your website. You can create a trigger for this action. Now, your marketing automation software will send an email that looks something like this:

Hey Matt,

Looks like you forgot to complete your transaction. Your 5 T-shirts are waiting for you in the cart to be taken out for delivery. Just a friendly reminder to complete your order in case you forgot.

Have a nice day. Stay safe.

Regard,

Besides, you can also create triggers every time someone subscribes to your newsletter, signs up on your app, completes certain days with your business, etc. You can get as creative as possible. Being creative is a crucial part of business process automation. You can choose a marketing automation tool like Mailchimp if you have no idea on how to get started.

Software recommendation – Mailchimp, Hubspot

Capture lead information with only useful data and innovative ways

Many marketers use the same old technique of putting a form to collect user information. You need to get innovative here. You can use lead generation tools to capture data from your traffic.

Also, it is necessary to ensure that your form is short and only asks for information that is absolutely useful for your business. People don’t give away information like their phone numbers easily. Chances are that your form will get abandoned completely.

Make use of exit pop-ups and form builders and create different strategies for different web pages. For example, ask for their email address when they are on your blog, so they can join your newsletter. But if they are on your features page or on your pricing page, ask for their name, position, and email address. You can also capture more lead information if you put a reward at the end.

Businesses have ups and downs in their sales cycle throughout the year. But there are certain days, weeks, or even months where you see a boom in the sales of your products or services.

For example, if you are in a SaaS business, you will see a high number of leads and buyers on Cyber Monday as most SaaS tools provide discounts on these days.

Analyze your customer’s buying cycle and find out the peak points when you can sell more. Use predictive analytics to get the right data. Start catering to your customers according to this buying cycle. Create innovative marketing automation strategies like personalized exit popups, creative forms, etc to engage with your customers at the right moment. You can also push your ad budget if you are getting enough ROI out of it.

Software recommendation – Optin Monster, Typefor

Design a Lead qualification process

Designing a lead qualification process will allow you to target the segregated leads through marketing automation.

There are various types of leads such as Hot lead, Cold lead, Engaged lead, Marketing/Sales Qualified Leads, Disqualified lead, etc. You must create a process to differentiate leads according to their traits.

For example, there are 20 people who saw your product and only one of them actually bought it. Why?

Because 19 people had certain factors in their way that stopped them from buying from you.

What are these factors?

It really depends on your business. But you can use the classic 5 factors of qualifying a lead i.e. 1. Need,

2. Interest,

3. Budget,

4. Timing, and

5. Decision maker’s role.

You can also consider internal factors like how well did you solve their problem, your promptness in answering their doubts, etc while designing the lead qualification process.

SEO companies

Just remember you can’t treat every lead as your customer. Study your users and put them in categories that would help you measure their interest in your product or service.

For example, if David asks you questions about the features of your product and whether you can provide him a discount or not. Whereas, Raj is asking you what problem does your business solves. David is a hot lead and Raj is a cold one.

Channelize your social listening

People are creating stories, sharing experiences, and basically talking all the time on social media. There are some people who also talk about your brand. You don’t wanna miss out on what they are saying about your business. This would include praises, brags, feedback, and questions that people have for your brand.

“The keyword in social media is “social” so socialize! Talk to your audience, make conversation, build relationships. Consumers are people and they don’t want to be sold to, they want to be engaged so engage them.”

Solve your customers’ problems and engage with your target audience through the power of social listening.

Software recommendations – Agorapulse, Keyhol

Predetermine the metrics to measure outcomes

If you are giving all these efforts to streamline your marketing automation, you must have a way to measure and evaluate it. Create metrics to determine your marketing automation outcomes at all stages. Predetermine what metrics you are going to use to measure the success rate of your automation processes. Don’t just keep conversion rate or sales rate as a metrics for every process as it might demotivate the employees. Also, conversion/sales rate isn’t always the right way to evaluate marketing results. It is a good idea to keep specific metrics to judge specific outcomes.

For example, if you are using an email marketing automation software, your metrics can be reply rate, open rate, link click rate, etc.

Or if you are collecting lead data and have kept a form on your website, the number of forms filled can be a success metric.

The best part of marketing automation software is that almost every software will give you analytics. You can choose whichever is good for you and stick to it throughout. Analyzing and measuring performance will enable you to make data-driven decisions and form a strategy to reach your targeted outcome.

Conclusion

Congratulations. You just learned the top 5 marketing automation best practices. From Lead generation to send a personalized email campaign to your loyal customer, everything is important. Start any of these practices right now and you will start learning from your experience. These best practices have been formed from our understanding and experiences in marketing automation. While you implement these, you will find out that new and interesting things which will become your best practices. If you think we missed out on any marketing automation best practice, let us know in the comments.

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Lightning in a Bottle

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Chapter 14: Dinner Party

David straightened his crooked bowtie, but no matter how many times he tried to get it to stay straight, it seemed to defy him. He sighed and turned, as he heard Margaret come out of the bathroom. And as usual, he was stunned by her incredible beauty.

"Wow…" he uttered, as she floated to him in a white evening dress that glittered. It had a collar that dipped into a subtle v and was sleeveless with modest straps. The bodice hugged her supple curves and stopped at her knees, allowing a generous view of her beautiful legs and she wore matching low heels.

"I take it you like?" she asked.

"Like is an understatement...you take my breath away, but then you always have," he replied, as he slipped his arms around her waist. She smiled and managed to straighten his bowtie and it stayed.

Ready for this?" he asked.

"Oh...definitely not, but I still want to go," she replied. He nodded.

"Me too and hopefully, he's genuinely happy for our reunion and not out to make a buck on the story or something," he said.

"He has one last chance and if he blows it...then that's it. I'll never speak to him again," she replied.

"Well, I hope for your sake that you don't have to do that," he said.

"Me too...but I don't even know him anymore and my life is with you and our children. Tonight is mainly about making sure that he doesn't attempt to hurt the people I love by exploiting the fact that he's the father-in-law and grandfather to two of the returning passengers," she replied.

"Well…I didn't want to say it, but I'm a little worried about that. But maybe more worried that it's our son he might exploit. Henry is already attracting a lot of attention with the media, being that he was dying before the plane and when he came back...there's a cure now," he lamented.

"And if one camera takes a picture of my baby...I'll roast him and them," she promised and he chuckled.

"Is it bad that I'd love to see that?" he asked and she gave him a sultry kiss.

"What? That you like seeing your wife be a badass?" she teased and he pulled her close.

"Yeah...that…" he purred, as they kissed again.

"Not at all. I mean, I know I get turned on when you get all protective," she said, as she nuzzled her nose against his. Their lips met again and the kiss grew passionate, until they heard the door open.

"Yep...you were right, Ollie. They're making out again!" Henry called and their lips parted.

"Very funny, mister. Where is your bowtie?" Margaret asked.

"Do I have to wear it?" Henry whined.

"Yes...and you'll look so handsome, just like daddy," Margaret said, as she helped him with it and then kissed his cheek.

"Wow...look at you," David said, as he saw his daughter in a maroon dress and she looked down shyly.

"You look beautiful," he said wistfully.

"Thanks Dad ," she said, as they made their way out to the car.

"Isn't Aunt Emma coming?" Henry asked.

"She's meeting us there," David replied, as he backed out of the driveway and they drove away.

~*~

Mr. Gold stared at the photo once more, as he sat in the briefing room. They were going over the same simulation of the described conditions on that night, according to the pilot and co-pilot. Severe turbulence, wild, dark lightning, and a massive storm that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

"Mr. Gold...you've certainly been quiet. Do you have anything to add?" Vance questioned. He looked up and pocketed the photo again.

"No…I have no wild theories about wormholes or alternate dimensions to throw out. You all seem to have that covered," he expressed.

"I take it you don't subscribe to either of those possibilities," one of the Generals asked.

"Well, perhaps they are more likely than the tabloid stories about the passengers being demons or aliens. And personally, part of me would cheer if this ended up being some sort of...magic. But I think discussing all this is moot," he replied.

"So sorry we're boring you, Mr. Gold," Vance said, as they shared a look.

"It's moot until we get the autopsy results on Tisbe Taylor. I mean, that's what we've all been waiting for, am I correct? A passenger body to slice and dice," he added.

"That is enough, Mr. Gold. If you want to continue to consult on this case, then you'll start offering constructive input," the General said.

"Oh don't fret, dearies...I assure you that I plan to gather plenty of intel. But I think mine will come from the living passengers," Gold replied.

"Remind me again why this man is consulting with us at all, Director Vance?" the General asked impatiently.

"You know the answer to that, General. He's good at what he does and dealing with the unexplained," Vance offered, as the meeting continued. Truthfully, he would normally have no interest in working with the government on anything, but he had his own personal mystery to get solved and somehow, he knew the plane was connected. And more so, he had an intense feeling that the Nolan family would be the ones to solve it for him.

~*~

"Wow Em...that's a great dress," Margaret complimented, as she arrived right behind them in a wine colored dress.

"You two...damn MM," she commented.

"I know...she looks incredible, but then you always do," David said, as he wrapped his arms around her. They noticed the multitude of cars, but thankfully no reporter vans, so they approached the door. A man answered, the butler, they assumed, and allowed them in.

"Mary Margaret," Leopold said and she gave him a sharp look.

"Ah...forgive me, old habits die hard. Margaret," he corrected himself.

"It's so good to see you," he said, as he turned to David.

"And David...you've pulled off quite the miracle it seems. I am happy that my Margaret has you back," he added, as he offered his hand. David shook it with skepticism in his eyes.

"Me too…" he replied.

"And these must be my grandchildren…" he said. Margaret nodded.

"Father...this is Henry and Olive," she said.

"It's very nice to finally meet you, Henry and Olive. Come...dinner is nearly ready," he replied, as they followed him into the dining room and saw a woman approach.

"Hello dear," Cora cooed, as she brought him a glass of wine.

"Thank you, my dear," he said, as he accepted the drink.

"Leopold...aren't you going to introduce me?" she asked.

"Of course, forgive me. Margaret...this is my wife, Cora," he replied.

"Oh, it's lovely to meet you, dear," she said, though to Margaret it seemed fake.

"You are lovely...just like your mother," the woman mentioned.

"You...you knew my mother?" Margaret questioned.

"Oh yes...I knew your parents, long before I married Leopold," she said.

"Yes…Cora has been a member of our circle for a long time. She was married to the son of a former business associate of mine from years ago. After your mother died...we reconnected after her divorce," he explained.

"Convenient," Margaret muttered, as they heard another voice.

"David? Margaret?" Regina asked, as she saw them and used it as an excuse to escape the stuffy Wall Street mogul that her mother had pushed her to converse with.

"Regina?" she asked.

"Oh...you know each other?" Cora questioned, feigning ignorance.

"Henry is one of my patients," Regina replied.

"And you were on the plane together. Such a small world," Cora said.

"Yes...so it would seem," Regina replied, as Cora and Leopold took their seats at the table.

"Cora is your mother?" Margaret asked.

"Unfortunately. I take it that Leopold is your father," Regina replied.

"Estranged father...we only came here to see what he was up to. We expected reporters or something," Margaret replied.

"And instead, you got a step-sister and an evil step-mother," Regina quipped.

"That bad, huh?" Emma asked.

"Don't let my mother's fake sweetness fool you. She's up to something...she's always up to something," Regina replied.

"Usually my father is too," Margaret warned.

"Well...this dinner should be a blast," Olive quipped.

"But it's like a spy mission still, right?" Henry asked. David chuckled.

"Oh definitely, kid...because something is going on here," he replied, as they took their seats at the dinner table. There was already staring among Leopold's friends and colleagues, which was uncomfortable at best.

"So...Emma is it? You are David's sister?" Leopold asked.

"Yep," she replied.

"And what is it that you do for a living?" Leopold questioned.

"I'm a cop," he replied,

"Oh...how terribly grisly," Cora commented, but Emma took it in stride.

"It has those moments, but it's really rewarding when you put bad people behind bars," the blonde said.

"Yes...and David, what is it that you do again?" Leopold asked.

"Um, well...before the plane, I was an associate professor," David replied.

"David has a master's degree in mathematics," Margaret boasted.

"Ah, a number's man. I have many of those on my team," Leopold said.

"Yes, quite an advanced degree, like my Regina," Cora commented, earning her an eyebrow raise from the doctor. Her mother had never before expressed that she approved or understood Regina's profession. In fact, when Regina had insisted on going to med school, Cora had attempted to talk her out of it and wanted her to pursue in high finance, stating that she could become like a Queen if she got in with the right people.

"But teaching...I'm not sure I would have the patience for that," Cora added.

"Uh well...Margaret and I love teaching. We feel like we're at least making a difference, for some kids anyway," he replied awkwardly, as he noticed the pensive look on his wife's face. He could almost see the gears turning in her head and was hardly surprised by her next question.

"You know...I'm still surprised that you knew my mother. She never mentioned you," Margaret said, looking Cora in the eyes. The older woman stared back, engaged in a battle of wills with the raven haired beauty.

"Well...you were so young, dear. And Eva and I were not close...just acquaintances," Cora answered.

"I was young...but I remember everything about my mother," Margaret said, almost as if she was challenging the woman to argue with her.

"Of course you do," Cora said with a fake sweetness.

"Hey Mom...can we go out into the garden?" Henry asked, as he pointed at other guests mingling in the lit garden. As always, like her husband, he was swooping in to save her. Her big Charming and her little Charming.

"Sure sweetie...I think a little fresh air sounds nice," she said, as she got up and took his hand.

"I'm all for that," Emma agreed, as David and Olive got up with her.

"Yes...a nightcap in the garden sounds lovely," Leopold agreed, as they followed, with their wine in hand, and mingled with some of their other guests, while the tight knit Nolan family gathered by the lit fountain in the garden.

"I am so sorry about my mother. I love her, but she's a really terrible person sometimes," Regina admitted. Margaret nodded.

"It's not your fault...and my father fits in very well with her," she said. Regina snorted.

"No argument there. I bolted from my mother's house the moment I got accepted into medical school," she said. Margaret nodded.

"I left this house...after my mother died mostly. I spent most of my time at David and Emma's house. Robert is more of a father to me than Leopold ever was, even at his worst," she said sadly and felt David's arms around her waist. She leaned back against him and took solace in his embrace.

"Maybe this was a bad idea...let me take us home," he suggested. She was about to agree when Regina gasped and dropped her glass.

"Save him," the gray, stone angel said that was suddenly in her line of vision.

"Regina...are you okay?" Margaret asked in concern, trying to stay quiet to keep the other guests attention off them.

"You saw something...didn't you?" David whispered.

"You say that like it's a common thing," Regina said, as she got her bearings back.

"Darling, are you okay?" Cora asked, with concern.

"I'm fine, mother...the glass slipped from my hand," Regina replied. Thankfully, one of the guests called for Cora's attention and she left them.

"You came to the hanger too, when the plane exploded. You're getting them too," David said.

"Getting what?" Regina asked.

"Feelings...sometimes voices…" he whispered and she gave him a look.

"I know what it sounds like, but it's okay. David and Emma have been having them too, but it's not crazy," Margaret said.

"I wish I could believe that, but you didn't see it," Regina argued.

"Then what did you see?" Emma asked.

"I'm...I'm not even sure, but it was like a statue of an angel or something. Except it was talking to me and telling me to "save him"," she said in a hushed whisper.

"A calling…" Emma said.

"What?" Regina asked.

"It's something Tisbe Taylor kept saying before she was killed. I think that's as good of a name as any for...whatever this is," Emma replied. Regina sighed.

"Well…I was going to wait to talk to you about some of my findings until morning, but then I didn't expect to see all of you here," she said.

"What findings?" David asked curiously.

"Not here...I know my mother. She cannot know that any of us are having visions," Regina warned. Margaret nodded.

"My father too...he'll make a spectacle of the people I love most and I won't have that," she said. As she turned, she was proven right, as a camera flashed in her face.

"What the hell?" David asked the man.

"Ah, forgive me...this is a good friend of mine from the New York Times. I promised him an interview about being reunited with my lovely daughter," Leopold replied.

"Yes...it's quite a story. A mother, who lost her 828 daughter and a father, whose estranged daughter lost three members of her family to the plane as well. And now, you've all come together. People love a puff piece like this," the reporter said.

"I knew it…" Margaret said angrily.

"Margaret please…" Leopold said sternly.

"I wish I could say that I can't believe that you would do this and use my family for some media stunt, but I expected this actually. I just hoped I was wrong," she said sadly.

"Margaret...I live my life in the public eye and there is no denying that you are the center of quite possibly the biggest mystery of the century. It is something I have to address. I am unable to go into a meeting without being asked about my son-in-law and my grandson, the passengers. I thought one interview would give my investors assurance they need," Leopold stated.

"No...you want fame, but we do not. My family will not be the gossip for you and your rich friends," she spat.

"Oh you've long ago been the spectacle in my circle, ever since you ran away to live with your boyfriend at twelve and were sleeping in his bed by sixteen. You made yourself the spectacle a long time ago," he said sternly.

"Okay...you're done. You're not going to talk to my wife like that," David said, as he got in the old man's face. Leopold smirked.

"She is my daughter...I'll speak to her as I please," he replied.

"No...she hasn't been your daughter in a very long time. But she is my heart and soul and this was never about reuniting with her. This was about getting some kind of sick revenge and blowing up our lives in the media," he said. Leopold smirked and didn't deny it.

"But it isn't going to work. My wife and daughter went through hell for five years, but now we have a second chance and no one, least of you, is going to ruin that. So do your worst, old man...because you'll never destroy our love," he hissed, as they stared each other down.

"I see there is no hope for amends then," Leopold said.

"You never wanted amends. You want headlines," David retorted, as Margaret slipped her hand in his and they walked out. Regina followed them, until Cora stopped her for a moment.

"Regina…" she said, but she shrugged her mother off.

"Did you really think I'd want to talk to the press?" she hissed.

"Sweetheart...this is an amazing story. Think of all the good that could come from telling them about your cure for cancer," Cora reasoned.

"You don't care about my cure...and I'm not letting you and your husband exploit one of my patients to the cameras. He's just a little boy...and your husband is disgusting for the way he just treated his own daughter and her family," Regina hissed.

"Well, I was hoping you'd be different than that little tramp, but I see that's not going to happen," Cora said. Regina narrowed her gaze.

"What do you have against Margaret? You just met her," Regina said.

"Yes...and everything Leopold told me about her seems to be true," Cora replied. Regina scoffed and walked away, before catching up to the Nolans at their car.

"I'm so sorry about her…" she apologized.

"It's not your fault. But you didn't get to finish telling us what you found," Margaret mentioned. She nodded.

"We could get ice cream and then she can tell us," Henry chimed in and they chuckled, as he effectively dissolved the tension.

"You know, that sounds good. Why don't we pick some up and you can come to our house," Margaret suggested. Regina nodded.

"I'll follow you," she said, as they got into their cars and drove off, leaving Leopold's mansion behind without another thought.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Snowing AU #Emma Swan #Regina Mills #Henry #Manifest #with a Once twist #AU #romance #family #adventure #drama #mystery #Lightning in a Bottle

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A concept where y/n devoted her life to studying and even after finishing college a little faster (because she's hardworking), she doesn't accept the fact that there's something beside studies. But a twin tries his best to convince her otherwise because he low-key likes her and doesn't want her to be overwhelmed

y/n here would be exactly like my real life best friend. she is nose deep in studying and i think everyone around her, including me is trying to convince her that it’s not :))

i changed it slightly, hope you dont mind bub..

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Y/n has never been the number one choice of everything. She’s got a sister and her sister beats her in every aspects of life, at least that how she thinks.

She’s always the last on to be picked during sports. She’s always given the sloppy second or used toys and clothes from her sisters.

She was never prioritized. She was never first.

At least it all changed when started burying herself in books, closing the world of by having her nose deep down in textbooks. She never knew that all these readings would give her a first place in academics.

As young as in elementary year, Y/n knew she wasn’t smart and she needed to study harder than most people and she did. She beat all the odds and came first place in competitions and school.

She swept all through the awards offered by school. In junior high, she started becoming the president of the student council and acing all the AP classes.

She finished high schools with trophies, awards, medals and a valedictorian for a straight whole year of high school.

These awards and the smiles from her parents motivate her more to study and fall in love with these logarithm, algebra, organic compounds, and all those stuff that are incredibly hard to understand. She takes pride in learning and mastering them, in a way of consoling herself for never being the first pick of everyone in anything, except academically.

It wasn’t hard to get in to the Ivy leagues or anything, name any university and Y/n would 100% get in with ease.

It was one day when she was late night in the library. Call it destiny, fate or maybe an accident.

Someone opened the door and stupidly enough locked the two inside. Y/n was scared. Really she was, afraid that it might be a serial killer on the loose or a pervert at night.

“Holy shit.” He cursed when he saw a back under the silhouette of the big window. When she turned her head around, there, her heart stuttered for a second.

What she didn’t expect was to meet a guy, so incredibly good looking that he could pass becoming a Calvin Klein model.

He lightly scratched the back of his head, “Hi,” as he hand out his hand.

Y/n is a part of the student body so she knew legit everyone in school and she never saw him before.

She cocked her head to the left, “You’re not around here, are you?”

He smiled sheepishly and took his hand back while shaking his head.

Y/n pulled her eyebrows together and the guy infront of her grinned awkwardly before nodding his head. “I’m Ethan Dolan, by the way.”

“Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n.” She replied with her head nodding slightly.

Ethan, on the other hand, was surprised. Not to sound cocky and egoistic, there’s legit no one in the world around her age and species would not know who the Dolan Twins are.

This girl infront of him was not freaking out, was not screaming in front of his face, shoving phones or paper for him to take picture with and sign.

This girl was so normal that it didn’t fit to his usual life. She’s different.

They spent their night talking, Ethan was talking about how he was recording a video with his twin brother.

Their video idea was about hide and seek but in a bigger scale. So Ethan hid in one of the universities’s library and somehow locked himself in with a new girl.

Y/n was confused, why would people be doing this late at night? But nevertheless Ethan made Y/n laugh, a lot.

Which was a rare moment because Y/n doesn’t really connect with the outside world, per say.

Ethan even showed his videos to Y/n through her laptop and she was just watching through his old videos. While Ethan was just staring at her, amused. His lips would slightly twitch when she laughed at his jokes.

When she was about to subscribe, her eyes widened at the huge amount of following. “You didn’t say you’re famous?”

“I’m not, really.” He shook his head while Y/n just laughed.

“Just liked it when you’re treating me like a normal person not an internet celebrity.” He continued.

“Trust me, I’ll treat you as normal as I would treat a human.” She shook her head while laughing.

When morning arrived and the library doors were opened, they exchanged numbers and a hug before separating.

That night not only did Ethan gained a new subscriber, he gained a new friend.

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“Y/n, let’s hang out.” Ethan whined through his phone.

While Y/n has her phone on loudspeaker as she’s jotting down and double checking her flash cards.

When Y/n didn’t answer, Ethan continued, “Y/n?”

Y/n hummed and Ethan asked again, “Hang out?”

“I can’t, I have finals coming up.” She reasoned out while writing through her flash cards.

“Y/n, you’ve been studying for the last 24/7.” Ethan groaned and Y/n chuckled, imagining Ethan rolled over his bed.

“I can’t, this one would be very crucial.” Y/n said while adding some more words on the cards.

“FIne, study well.” Ethan bid his goodbye and Y/n could just hummed before pressing end call.

Y/n sighed as she looked around her organized pile of books and notes around them all. She nodded her head and convinced herself that this is the only thing she should learn if she wants to get the first place.

She needs to or she would be back to sloppy second.

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Ethan reached her dorm room and Y/n was bundled in her blankets. Her eyes have dark circles underneath and her eyes red. Her nose is really red and blotchy cheeks.

“Bub, you okay?” He breathed out as he walked closer and locked the door.

Y/n saw Ethan’s worried face and she broke down completely. She shook her head and soon enough it triggers her waterwork as it’s flowing fast. Ethan rushed to her side and pulled her into a tight hug.

“You’re okay.” He cooed as he traced her back and patted on the slightly. Y/n shook her head. Her tears smearing on to Ethan’s clothes and she leaned back words.

“Your clothes.” She croaked and Ethan just shook his head and brought her back into his arms.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked softly while bringing Y/n closer towards his lap.

“I failed.” She cried out loud and Ethan looked at her.He turned his head towards her nigthstand and saw a paper with 95/100.

“Y/n, you got 95.” Ethan was so proud and confused. While would she be crying over such a good result?

As soon as she heard her score number, she cried harder and shook her head. “Lucy got 100.”

Ethan would just have to pretend that he knows who Lucy is. He remembered Y/n talking about her as the rival. Someone who is on her tail to get back at Y/n or a higher score than her.

Ethan really wanted to ask her, why? what’s wrong with losing to Lucy? 95 is still such a high number. But he held himself back, knowing that if Y/n needs someone to talk to, she could always turn to him.

He gave her the time.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her as she cried harder around him.

“I tried so hard, so hard.” Y/n said exasperatedly. Her eyes were weary and her hands moving violently.

“Y/n.” Ethan called for her name while standing in front of her. While she was breaking down.

Y/n shook her head murmuring, “No, No,” with her hand grabbing the side of her head.

“Y/n.” Ethan called her more sternly and Y/n halted her movement.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head and let all her guards down, “I can’t.” She whimpered.

Ethan sighed as he wrapped his arms tightly around the girl of his dreams. They stood there silently while Y/n is messing up her makeups and smearing tears on his shirt.

A small hiccups here and there and gentle “It’s okay.” Every now and then and somehow it calmed both of them down.

When Y/n was already calm, Ethan motioned her to his couch. He brought out blankets and wrapped them around her.

He walked in to the kitchen and preared a chamomile tea for the two of them, remembering that Y/n adores the tea.

“Wanna tell me now?” He asked silently and yet there’s a strong determination that is unwavering there. Somehow that made Y/n wanna tell him everything.

Y/n took a deep breath before ranting out all her frustration. All her fears and insecurities.

How she’s always second to her sister.

How she’s never the best in her family.

How she’s always nicknamed sloppy second by her cousins.

How she tried so hard and never once succeeded.

One of the many reasons why it molded Y/n to be the person who she is right now.

As she started spilling out her worries, Ethan somehow understood. Ethan has a twin and when the world is so carelessly comparing the two, he knows the feeling of becoming second.

He understood but he couldn’t put to words and comfort her because he knew, he knows that no words could comfort her mind and heart for being broken for so long.

“Y/n, I know it’s annoying when people say this,” He put the falling hair behind her face fram and smiled softly. Y/n’s puffy eyes looking back at him.

“You’ll always be my first choice, okay?” He whispered.

And goodness knows that Y/n hates cheesy stuff but somehow Ethan’s words stirred up feelings in her chest

Maybe it’s the way his gentle eyes looking back at her with adoration and sincerity. Maybe it’s the way his calloused hands softy tracing random patterns on her back and fingers playing her hair.

Maybe it’s because it’s just Ethan and her heart soars for him. She believed him.

She believes him.

She smiled softly and Ethan’s heart tutted and her sincere smile. He promised himself that day to keep that smile on for the rest of his lives.

Ethan leaned forward and pressed his lips on top of her head. “You’re my priority.” As he leaned back at stared at her, he continued, “Always.”

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Serendipity (C.B) | Chapter 1

Summary: Serendipity: (n) the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way

Popular youtuber Isabella Hart, known as Bella to her audience, bends over backwards to separate her youtube life from her private life. Known for her overall clean content and her bubbly attitude, Isabella has a wild side to her that only those inside the youtube community know about. When Bella meets Colby during one of the trap house parties she finally meets someone she can be her genuine self with. When trouble arises after their meeting, will Bella be able to hand the pressure or will she destroy her relationship with Colby as well as herself in the process. [This starts in 2018]

Written: 2019

Word Count: 2,811

Warnings: swearing

Serendipity Masterlist

The too loud music sends chills down my spine. It's so loud that I'm sure it changed the rhythm of my heartbeat. I push through the crowd of people stuffed into the house. The house appears to be large on the outside, but whoever threw this party didn't account for the actual body count that would consume the downstairs of their house.

I manage to fight my way through the crowd and land in the kitchen where there is more breathing room. Most people are dispersed throughout the three living room type areas and the backyard. The front yard is virtually off limits, but some people are choosing to smoke out there instead of the backyard where they can get splashed by people playing in the pool.

"Crazy party, huh?" Says an unidentifiable male voice. I can barely hear him over the music.

"Oh, definitely! For a bunch of people in their late teens and early twenties who stay at home to make videos, they all really know how to be sociable. I guess you'd be an idiot to turn down free booze at a place that doesn't id you." I take a sip of my drink before finally turning to face the guy. I immediately notice his eyes blue eyes. His dark brown hair only complements his features. He looks familiar.

"Just for that comment, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to card you." He smirks at me as he places his hand out.

"You see, I would but you don't look that much older than me. In fact, you might even be my age. So if I gave you my real id or my fake id, you couldn't exactly reprimand me."

He places his drink on the counter next to us and pulls out his wallet. He slides out his id and holds it in front of my face. I glance and his birthday and do a quick estimation.

"So you are 21, Cole Robert Brock." He quickly pulls his id away and places it back in his wallet.

"Everybody calls me Colby."

"Good to know. I'm Isabella by the way. Everyone calls me Bella."

"You look way more like an Izzy. I'm going to call you that." I absolutely hate the nickname Izzy, but for whatever reason, I don't hate it when he says it.

"Wait, you said Colby right? You wouldn't happen to be the Colby that lives here, would you?

"How many other guys named Colby do you know?"

"Quite a few actually; this is LA after all. Plus there's the cheese, so there's that."

I watch as Colby opens his mouth like he's going to speak. He looks between the crowd and me.

"This is going to seem weird but can I pretend to kiss you? I'll explain after I swear."

My eyes look at where Colby was looking and shift back to him. There's a black-haired girl starting to walk over to us. I quickly nod my head and close my eyes. I feel Colby's large hands cup my face gently. He quickly swipes a thumb over my lips before moving his head closer to mine. For added effect, I placed my arms around his neck.

Colby pulls away I opened my eyes and meet Colby's. I glance in the direction of the girl and she was gone. I turn back to Colby and see that he has a grin on his face.

"So... what was that all about?" I ask awkwardly.

"Maybe we should go somewhere quieter. Like my bedroom."

"Wow, Mr. Cole. At least buy a girl some dinner before inviting her to your room."

"That can be arranged. Follow me." Colby takes my drink out of my hand and places it on the table next to his drink. Colby takes my hand before guiding me out of the kitchen and through the crowd.

Eventually, we end up in the front part of the house where there a few people smoking and vaping. I follow confused as Colby takes me outside the gate to their house. Colby finally lets go of my hand and sits on the curb. He pats the ground next to him and I slowly plant myself next to him.

"Why are we sitting on the street next to your house?" I look as Colby does something on his phone.

"I'm getting us dinner. We're both pretty drunk so I doubt either of us can drive. Are you vegan or gluten-free or whatever?"

"No...? I pretty much eat anything. I was joking about the dinner thing."

"Oh, I know. I'm serious." Colby pushes a few more buttons on his phone before putting it away.

"Are you going to tell me why just put on that performance in your kitchen now?"

"Basically, that girl was someone who I was talking too who tried to use me to get to one of my friends. I ended that and she's been trying to hit me up ever since."

"I'm sorry. Glad I could help you avoid that disaster."

"Thanks. How old are you actually?"

"I turn 19 in April. I'd ask you but you already flashed your id at me earlier."

"So you definitely should have been carded to get into the parrty. How'd you find out about the party?"

"It certainly helps to be a member of the youtube community. I heard about this party from a few friends in the industry. I watched a few of yours and your roommates' videos. I never go to a party without doing my research first."

"...I'm trying to figure out your channel right now... Oh shit, I know. You're that Bellable girl!"

"Yeah, I am. Now keep your voice down. I don't need all of LA hearing about me being here and drinking."

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you at first because here you're so different from your videos."

"I was hoping to not be easily recognizable. I don't need someone telling Keemstar or some expose channel about me being completely off-brand."

Compared to how I present myself on my social media, I look and act like a completely different person. My normal girly, boho style has been changed for a more party girl vibe. My fishnet stockings, scandalously short shorts, and an old shirt from Goodwill replace my normal brightly colored clothes. My normally natural makeup has been updated to fit the party atmosphere. My red lipstick has been wiped away from repetitive drinking and eating from throughout the night. I was hoping to be slightly unrecognizable. This isn't a side of me that I present to my viewers.

"Are you cold?" Colby snaps me out of my thoughts. I hadn't realized this but I'm subconsciously hugging myself.

"I'm fine-" Before I could finish my sentence Colby is taking off his maroon Take Chances hoodie.

"I was getting hot anyway. You probably use this more than me."

"Thanks. I think the postmates is here." I say pointing at the person with bags walking towards us. I quickly slip Colby's hoodie on before helping him by taking a bag and a drink. I follow Colby back into the house. It seems that in the time we've been outside the house has gotten hotter and people have gotten noticeably drunker. I watch as the security lets Colby upstairs and I quickly run behind him. He leads me through the dark area until he stops.

"Welcome to chez Brock." Colby opens the door and turns on the lights to let me see his room.

"It's very... colorful." I look around and see blank sticky notes covering his walls.

"The stickies are all from a prank Sam did on me. Make yourself comfortable." Colby takes the food bag from me and walks to his desk to sort out the food. I take my backpack and shoes off and place them by the door and sit on the grey couch.

I look around the room and there isn't much. Just some basic furniture and that's about it. Colby finally walks over with paper plates with food.

"Nice set up you got here," I say taking a plate from Colby. He leaves enough space in between us so we can put our plates down.

"Yeah, its small room but I make it work. So, you said that you did a bit of research before coming here?"

"Oh yeah. I go to a lot of social media events and with my brand, I have to make sure that I'll be good going somewhere with a certain crowd. I've actually been here before."

"Really? When?"

"A couple of times for parties. I think the first party I went to was the one with the ball pit?"

"That was a crazy party. How do you do your research anyway?"

"I went on yours and your roommates' channels and watched three videos and then I do a quick Twitter search. I let my manager know in case there's something that I can't find on the internet. Even if I've been to a certain creator's party before I look them up beforehand."

"Okay, here's what I don't get. You're like, a big-time influencer whose entire brand is based on you being this squeaky clean, innocent girl. And here you are, hitting up parties and basically being your polar opposite."

"I mean, you should understand putting out the best version of yourself out on the internet. When I started this whole social media thing I was thirteen and in a really dark place. Within a couple of years my view and subscriber count was going up at a ridiculous rate and I saw a bunch of people liking this version of myself. As I got older I wanted to adapt my content to fit my style but a part of me that didn't want to disappoint my fans so I separate my work and personal life. Especially the parties and drinking. I'm sure you can relate in some way." I make eye contact with Colby and quickly look away.

"I know what you mean. You suddenly have all these people who look up to you and depend on you that you need to step back and have your own time. You have what, eight million subs?"

"Yeah, you're right. You're close to a million if I remember correctly."

"Yeah, it's crazy. It took longer for Sam and me to get one million on our collab channel so I'm not even going to stress about it. We're near to two million on there."

"Where are you going to put your plaque? I'd say your wall but your wall is kinda busy already."

"Maybe our office? Sam and I converted one of the rooms downstairs into an office for ourselves but we're thinking about finding a separate office space because it's always so loud here."

"And it's sometimes better to not work where you live. I try to edit outside of my apartment but I always end up editing in my little office."

"So, since you're like my youtube superior. Want to give me tips on how you hit eight million subs?"

"Really? Well, um... I think I started long before you. I've had my channel since I was literally eleven. So I've been on youtube for nearly eight years? You guys started on youtube like three years ago I think? But you were on vine before that for two years and got a million followers? Honestly, you and Sam are doing better than I was when I was starting out. I didn't hit my first million until four years ago. So I think you're actually my youtube superior."

"You only did a little bit of research?" I see Colby smirk. I pause for a bit and look away. I take a sip of the soda Colby got for me.

"I mean... I have to do research every time you guys have a party. And I may have been a fan a while ago..." I whisper the last part under my breath.

"What was the last bit you said? The part about you being a fan?" Colby's smirk changes into a full-on grin.

"I—It's just— I was a fan back in your vine days that's about it.

"Was a fan? Oh no. What stopped you from following us?"

"I mean, Vine shutting down was a big factor. In all seriousness though, I think it was the Sam Pepper prank. It was a bit too much for my taste."

"Well, uh, if it makes you feel better. We got Sam's approval before posting it. But yeah, no, it was a stupid video idea and I was young and much more stupid than I am now."

"So you're still stupid now?"

"Yeah. So stupid. In fact, I so stupid that I'm going to risk reading the entire situation wrong and ask you out on a date."

"Really? Hmm. How about this, I'll go out on a date with you if you can find the sticky note with my phone number on it."

"Hm, a challenge? I'll take it."

"Hold on a second. I feel like there is one bit of information you should know about me before you accept the challenge."

"Okay, shoot." I play with my hair for a second before taking a huge breath.

"So, I don't know if you know this but I'm pretty popular in the youtube creator community. So popular that someone made a nickname for me that I'm not going to repeat at this moment. Let's just say that I'm widely known for going to creator parties and doing... things with people... I've been drunk or sober for every single instance. I'm probably one of the top five biggest youtube sluts by now but I'm definitely not proud of it."

Colby doesn't say anything. The silence scares me. For the first time ever I've actually met someone who doesn't want to just hook up an be done. Someone who I can have an actual conversation with. I can't explain why or how but I feel completely comfortable with Colby, something I haven't felt with anyone in a long time.

"Well, we all make mistakes so who am I to judge. Besides, we just spent the past hour or so just talking so I feel like I know you a bit so I'm going to have to take the challenge of finding your number."

"Well, close your eyes and give me a few minutes."

I watch as Colby closes his eyes and covers them. I get up and pick up a random pen. I begin writing small print random messages before writing my number as small as I could. I pull off one of the sticky notes and write 'good luck' on it and walk back over to the couch.

"You can open your eyes now," I say as I begin packing up my stuff. I hand Colby the sticky note.

"Did you write your number this small?"

"I couldn't make it easy on you. Anyway, it's late and I'm pretty sure the party is dying down. I'm going to get going." I take off the hoodie Colby gave and fold it gently. What he doesn't know is that the sticky note with my number is in the pocket.

"You could keep it. I have plenty." I pick up my backpack and slip on my shoes.

"Somehow, I think you're going to need it more than me." I wink at Colby before leaving the confused boy alone in his room.

I walk downstairs and make my way through the crowd of drunk youtubers. Without looking I bump into someone and cause them to spill their drink.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry." I say to the person. There isn't much I can do. I have no idea where the paper towels are. The person turns around and I immediately recognize him.

"Oh hey, Jizzy! Did you already hit your quota tonight or are you looking for a real man to treat you right?" With him, you can never tell if he's drunk or just plain stupid. If this was any other night I would have snuck off with him somewhere but tonight I don't feel like it.

"Fuck off Brennan," I say before shoving past him. I quickly run outside and call an uber home.

On the way home I check every social media of every youtube that could or would be at the party. Just to make sure that I'm not easy to pick out by fans. I continue the search party when I get into my apartment. I only stop to take a shower and brush my teeth. When I climb into bed I go to unlock my phone and see a text from an unknown number. The message read: Hey, this is Colby. Just wanted to know if you got home safe. P.S. it looks like we're going on that date ;)

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nebulous-frog · 5 years

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Stand Proud

Summary: Dan finally got the job he’d always wanted: he was officially the newest curator at the Marquee Art Museum. He already had the perfect idea for his first exhibit and with the much-needed support of his coworker, Phil, he could make it a reality.

Word Count: 4645

Genre: Getting Together, AU, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia (no actual homophobia though)

Author’s Note: This is my work for the @phandomreversebang! Big thank you to @vacationphan for betaing and being lovely and awesome! Also thanks to @yiffandquiff, my artist!

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Walking into his new curatorial job for the first time, Dan felt extremely overwhelmed and underqualified. Sure, he wasn’t exactly new to museum work - he’d gone to school for years, done internships all over and worked his way up from a few museum historian jobs. When none of that was working fast enough for him, he started his YouTube channel about art and art history, gaining a few million subscribers quicker than he thought possible. Everything he’d done had been building up to curation, and every step of the way made him more sure that that was what he wanted, solidifying his love of museums and art. The journey had all been to prepare him for that goal, so he should have felt ready -this was what he’d been waiting for his whole life.

Dan couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t loved museums. They held overflowing knowledge and laid it all out in interactive exhibits for people to enjoy, and he’d always loved it. He learned so much about so many different things, with topics changing at each new museum he visited. He couldn’t get enough. His favourite, though, would always be art museums.

His earliest memory of going to an art museum he remembered with special fondness; his mother had dragged him along to one to spend time with a friend, but she didn’t expect him to like it. He was barely four years old, after all, so it didn’t seem likely that a quiet, dully-lit museum would hold his attention for long. In fact, she’d been hoping he wouldn’t like it so she would have an excuse to politely extract herself from the outing.

Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. The very first painting they saw had Dan enchanted. His mother’s friend was chattering on about something neither Howell cared about, but Dan paid her no mind. He just stared up at the painting, in absolute awe of the colours and shapes. When his adult companions tried to move on to the next painting, he wailed, devastated at the thought of having to leave behind something so beautiful. Finally, his mother managed to pick him up and carry him farther into the exhibit before stopping at another painting with her friend. Dan’s tears ceased, eyes widening, as he took in the sight of this new art.

The painting was of waves crashing in a storm out at sea, a small boat fighting to stay upright in the distance. The canvas was textured with all the layers of paint, and a fascinated Dan reached out to touch it, but his mother was holding him too far away. He kept his arm outstretched despite the failure to actually touch, too fixated on the art to notice.

For the next several hours, the trio slowly made their way through a few exhibits, stalled by Dan’s wonderment (much to his mum’s chagrin). He wouldn’t remember any of the paintings later, only the feelings of absolute awe and joy that accompanied each piece of art.

And that was just the beginning of Dan’s art museum experience. Art museums became his favourite place. He’d visit the one nearest to his home any spare moment he had and insisted on exploring new ones in all the cities his family travelled to.

So now, as he finally became a curator at an art museum twenty-three years later, he could not have been more thrilled. The Marquee Art Museum had seen his YouTube videos delving into the history of modern art pieces and decided he was perfect for their new curatorial position. His job would be to curate galleries specifically targeted towards the next generation of museum-goers. They even encouraged him to maintain the channel he loved so much, rather than insisting he quit to focus solely on his work at the museum.

It wasn’t a very big museum, but it all felt so intimidating. Dan was in charge of things now and he’d be working with people- not just that, people would be working for him. Following the receptionist through the museum to the director’s office, he could feel the pressure building. The galleries looked amazing already, so anything Dan added to the legacy would have to be equally as amazing. He hoped he was up to the task.

As it turned out, he wouldn’t have to be up to it immediately, at least not on his own. The museum director explained how his first few months would progress as soon as he got to her office.

“Since this is your first job in curation, I felt it best that you have a guide,” she began. “I have every faith in your ability, but I want this to be as smooth a transition as possible for you. Our curator of photography, Phil Lester, currently has the least on his plate, so he’ll be helping you acclimate. He’s a lovely chap, so I’m sure you’ll get on beautifully.”

Dan felt his heart leap in his chest. Phil Lester was a YouTuber like Dan, posting mostly content about museums, but while Dan covered art history, Phil talked about his experiences in museums as both an employee and a visitor. Dan had been following and adoring him for ages, but they’d never met; he was fairly certain Phil didn’t even know he existed. But now they were going to be working together, which was both exciting and terrifying.

His boss shuffled some papers around on her desk, finally finding a file and handing it over to Dan, unaware of the internal freak-out Dan was experiencing. “This has information about what I expect your schedule to be for your first gallery, as well as budget information. Phil will help you look through our art database and come up with a plan. Any questions?”

Dan shook his head. “I think I’ve got it.”

She smiled. “Great. Well, that’s all I have for you for now, so I’ll have Louise take you first to your desk and then over to Phil.”

As Dan left her office and followed Louise, he felt the anxiety rising once more. The pressure of starting this new job was not at all helped by the fact that Dan was about to meet someone he respected and looked up to so much. He’d met other YouTubers before and they could be such snobs sometimes, so he was doubly anxious about meeting Phil. But as soon as Dan saw him, he knew Phil’s internet persona was his real personality and they’d hopefully become fast friends. There was something about the brightness of his eyes and the easiness of his smile that reassured Dan.

“Phil, this is Dan Howell, the new curator.”

Dan gave an awkward wave. “Hey, good to meet you. I’ve seen some of your videos - big fan.”

“Oh, really?” Phil said brightly. “I was about to say the same to you!”

A flush of pride washed over Dan. “Thank you! It means a lot.”

Louise coughed awkwardly, reminding them she was still there. “Well, I’ll let Phil take over from here so I can get back to my own job. Lovely meeting you, Dan!”

Soon after, they were sitting at Dan’s desk. Phil quickly helped Dan pull up the collections database on his computer.

“Alright, Dan. What do you have in mind so far?”

He’d been anticipating this question since he’d gotten the job, but he still had no answer. He knew what his dream gallery would be about, but he wasn’t quite ready to commit to any true ideas without knowing what he had at his disposal. He also wasn’t sure he was ready to share something so personal with someone he’d only just met, especially if his idea was rejected on the first day of his dream job and by someone whose work he admired so much.

“I’ve got a few vague ideas in mind, but I need to browse through some art first, I think. If that’s okay, I mean.”

Phil smiled at him, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “That’s totally fine! Do you want to start anywhere in particular, or shall I choose? Fair warning, though: I’ll probably start with photography.”

Dan chuckled. “Works for me.”

For the next few hours, Phil sat with Dan as he scrolled through the database, chiming in with fun facts about the art as they went. Sometimes it would be interesting historical tidbits, but more often than not it would be funny comments on what the subject of the art was thinking.

As time went on, Dan saw enough of the kind of art he was looking for that his ideas started to coalesce into a unified theme that he could work with. A particularly inspiring photo finally pushed him over the edge, comforting him enough to make him feel safe sharing his ideas with Phil.

“I’d really love to do a gallery of queer art,” Dan blurted, interrupting Phil’s latest strand of artist facts. “Like, LGBT+, not weird art,” he clarified as Phil remained silent.

Phil’s eyes were wide with surprise, and for a moment Dan was worried he’d made friends with a homophobe. But then a grin slowly spread across Phil’s features.

“I can’t believe I never thought of doing that! That’s brilliant!”

Dan let out a relieved sigh. “You really think so?”

Phil nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! What a great way to involve and inspire young adults in the arts! Do you have any more specific thoughts yet, or is it just that so far?”

Clicking a button to bookmark the photo on the database, Dan shrugged, then turned to shyly look at Phil. “Well, I’ve actually been thinking about this for years. As a gay man, I’ve always wanted to see an exhibit of queer art, so I’ve been considering what I might do to curate one for a long time.” He paused, trying to make it seem like he was simply gathering his thoughts before continuing, when in reality he was attempting to gauge Phil’s reaction to his sexuality. He figured Phil wouldn’t react poorly, given his support of the gallery idea so far, but he also knew from experience that he could never be too careful.

When Phil offered a beaming smile of encouragement, Dan smiled back and relaxed, launching into the meat of his idea. “I want to have this gallery feature as many queer artists as possible and all the art should be about a range of topics within the queer experience,” Dan described, confidence growing as he spoke. “Some of it should be political, some of it should be art for art’s sake, some should describe coming to terms with being queer, and some should just show queer people being happy.” He stared at the picture he still had up on his screen. “Happy like this.”

The picture was a black-and-white photograph of two men dancing together, maybe a waltz, totally lost in each other’s eyes and smiling so fondly that Dan ached to be in love.

When Dan shook himself out of his reverie, he found Phil smiling at him and had to shake himself again; surely, Phil couldn’t be that fond of him already.

“I really love this idea. I’m gay, too, by the way, so I think it would be great to get some more concentrated representation out there. I’m pretty sure I know of some pieces that would fit already, if you want?”

Dan grinned. He was about to begin the process of curating his dream gallery and it would be by, for, and featuring members of the LGBT+ community. He couldn’t wait.

“Absolutely.”

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For the next few weeks, Dan and Phil were hard at work refining the theme of the gallery and compiling the art for each part. They rarely disagreed on their creative decisions, which was truly a blessing, but when the occasional disagreement arose they easily remained level-headed and could talk through the issue until a compromise was found.

In the second week, Phil suggested they hang out after work and get to know each other better outside the context of the museum, so they headed to Dan’s flat. A Chinese takeaway dinner and some Ribena later, and they were battling intensely in Mario Kart and laughing hysterically. For the first time in a while, Dan felt perfectly content.

Dinner and Mario Kart nights continued on, mostly as a weekend tradition after the third week.

That was when Phil offered to collaborate with Dan on a few YouTube videos, one for each of their channels. Dan, of course, agreed immediately, so they planned to film on the weekend. Neither of them worked at the museum on weekends, which left them with plenty of time to film and then chill for a while, their friendship growing stronger by the minute.

Back at the museum, the gallery plans were progressing well. Every so often, the significance of what they were putting together would hit one of them. Dan would lean back in his chair, an excited smile growing on his face, wondering at how he’d managed to get to this point.

He’d grown up with such little positive representation and had always desperately craved something, anything to reassure him that being himself was perfectly okay. He couldn’t go back in time and fix his childhood, but he could be a source of hope for young people now, and that meant so much to him.

But Dan already knew how significant this would be. How could he not? He’d been thinking about curating a gallery like this for over a decade by now. What really warmed his heart was when Phil had moments like that.

The first time it happened, they’d been poring over stacks of photographs by queer artists when Phil froze halfway through lifting one off the pile.

“Phil? Are you okay?”

Phil blinked, his eyes wide and fixed on the next picture he could see.

“I- It’s- It’s just that, well- This is going to sound totally ridiculous, but this picture feels really important. I’m not sure what it is about it, but I know it’s important.”

Dan rolled his chair down the table closer to him to take a look at the photo Phil had just uncovered. In the photograph were two men, faces close together. They’d clearly just been kissing, but they were grinning too much to kiss now.

After a few moments of silence, Phil spoke again.

“I can’t stop thinking about how this could help someone, you know? How it could even be life-changing. In a good way, I mean.”

Dan felt his heart clench. It wasn’t only him; Phil saw the value of what they were putting together and knew they were making a difference. It felt so good to know he wasn’t alone.

“People are gonna see this and know that being gay doesn’t have to be a bad thing. You can be gay and still be happy like anyone else,” Phil continued. “I don’t think enough people have been told that. I wasn’t told that; I had to figure it out myself.”

It hurt to hear Phil say that. He didn’t sound sad, necessarily, but he said it so matter-of-factly that it was like an emotional slap to the face for Dan. It meant that, at some point in his life, Phil hadn’t known that he could be happy being gay. Dan could relate, but the last thing he wanted was for Phil to feel that way, too, and he was so glad it seemed that Phil had learned since then, whenever it was.

After a quiet moment, Dan softly replied, “Add it to our pile.” He gestured between the photo and the stack of pictures they’d already agreed should be in the gallery. If this photo meant something to Phil, it would mean something to some teenager that wanders through the gallery. “I think this exhibit will do that, too. But I hope it does more. Like, this will be some good representation for LGBT+ visitors to see but it’ll show people who aren’t all that aware of the community the same things.” He absentmindedly straightened a photo that had been bumped before continuing, “This whole thing will basically say, ‘Queer people exist. Choosing not to accept them is not an option.’”

Phil hummed in agreement, already picking up the next picture. “Write that down, we should put it on a text panel somewhere.”

Dan laughed and pulled out his phone to put it in a note. “Saved for later.”

“Good.” Phil nodded, then looked at Dan, a soft smile on his face. “I’m glad to be working on this with you.”

A blush coloured Dan’s cheeks and he found it difficult to hold Phil’s gaze but did long enough to offer a shy smile and a mumbled “Thanks” before rolling his chair back to his spot.

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After all their planning, the exhibit technicians made quick work of putting everything in place. The night before the opening of the gallery, Dan and Phil checked everything one last time.

It was always hard to get people to follow the “proper” order of the exhibit without flat-out putting numbers, but Dan had made peace with that. Not everyone would experience the exhibit in the same way anyway, so there was no point getting upset over the struggles of enforcing exhibit wayfinding. But he and Phil had curated the exhibit with a specific visitor path in mind, so Dan followed it one more time, experiencing his exhibit as he’d intended.

He started out turning to the left directly inside the gallery and stopping in front of the introductory panel, “Stand Proud” painted on the wall in bold letters. Unlike much of the text in the gallery, Dan had written that panel himself, running it by the museum educator before it was finalized. It talked about the importance of representation and how everyone has a different life story, but this exhibit sought to highlight some of the key unifying factors of the queer experience.

If this exhibit helps even one person, the text concluded, we will consider it an enormous success.

Next, Dan moved through the first section of the exhibit, which featured art that told the personal narratives of the artists. Some of it was abstract, showing only vague colours meant to symbolize different phases of life, while some of it was hyperrealistic, depicting detailed tableaus of the ups and downs.

When they were working through the details, Dan and Phil had agreed that as much as they wanted to make the gallery all about the happy parts of being queer, they had to be true to real life, and that meant art about homophobia. They limited this part to a smaller corner of the exhibit, as much as was possible, because they knew how easy it was for queer narratives to be consumed by the negativity. Dan wanted to acknowledge that negativity as a vital part of identity formation, but he refused to let it control or define the exhibit - or queerness - as a whole.

The second section of the exhibit was art of queer people just being queer. There were paintings of same-sex couples, parodies of famous works but gayer, photographs of same-sex weddings and dates and kisses, and queer domestic scenes just like any other era of art might have with couples and families. It was a celebration and normalization of the joy queer people have the capacity to know. This was Dan’s favourite section.

The third and final section was all about pride. Pride flags, pride parades, pride colours, proud defiance of the society that had worked so hard to deny even the existence of the LGBT+ community for generations. This art was like a living thing, practically screaming “We’re Here! We’re Queer!”

On the wall near the exit to the exhibit were a blank canvas and an array of markers. Next to the canvas was a panel explaining the intention: direct interaction with the exhibit. The canvas was for signatures of the people that came through the gallery, be they queer or an ally. A second panel was nearby to summarize the exhibit; Dan had written this one, too. He wanted a personal message to tell people that their identities were valid and could not be stripped away.

The future is clear: It’s pretty queer.

Dan stared at what he had written for a long moment before Phil joined him.

“It all looks amazing to me,” Phil whispered. “What do you think?”

What did Dan think? He couldn’t say. He was too overwhelmed to think. All he knew was that it was perfect, so he just nodded.

“Then how about we put in the finishing touch, hm?” Phil gestured to the canvas. “After you.”

Dan nodded again and approached the bucket of markers, pulling out as many different colours as possible. In rainbow order, he wrote “Daniel Howell”, then stepped back so Phil could do the same with his own name.

When he was done, Phil put the markers back and walked to the front of the exhibit to speak with the exhibit technicians, still anxiously waiting for approval. Dan barely registered the movement, instead letting his feet carry him back to the middle section of the exhibit as if in a trance.

The black-and-white photograph of the men waltzing, the photograph that had captured Dan’s eye and reassured him enough to create all of this, rested in a neat frame. A happy moment in time, captured for future generations to see.

In the background, Dan was dimly aware of the sound of Phil dismissing the technicians for the night and footsteps. A few moments later, Phil’s shoulder brushed against his own.

They stared at the photograph in silence for a long while. Dan’s expression was completely blank as he drowned in his emotions and thoughts until he finally spoke.

“As a teenager, this would have been exactly what I needed. The photo, I mean. Just this small promise that there’s hope out there for someone like me.”

Phil nodded but didn’t say anything. Dan continued after a short pause.

“I was so alone back then. I didn’t understand anything that was going on and I was terrified. This picture sort of reminds me of that, I guess. But not in a bad way.” Dan bit his lower lip, then slowly rolled it back out from between his teeth. “I’m infinitely happier now than I was then, I think, so seeing this now and remembering back then has me recognizing how much better it’s gotten. I had no hope then, but I’m essentially living what I would have hoped for.” The first of many tears rolled down Dan’s cheek as he turned his head to look at Phil.

Phil was already looking at him, eyes soft and lips turned up in a small smile. He reached out a hand and brushed away the tears.

“Thank you, Phil,” Dan choked out, then cleared his throat. He would get through this and say what he had to say. “You’ve been so helpful throughout this whole process. This exhibit is a dream come true and I can’t imagine having done it without you.”

“Oh, Dan,” Phil whispered, slipping his hand into Dan’s. “Thank you for letting me be part of something so important and personal to you. It’s been an honour, truly.”

A sob escaped Dan’s lips and Phil cooed. He gently tugged Dan forward into a hug, running a hand through curls as he tucked Dan’s face into his neck.

It was a while before Dan calmed down enough to step out of the hug, but eventually he noticed the cramp in his back from bending and leaning into Phil and had to stop.

“Let’s go ‘round mine for some hot chocolate, yeah?” Phil offered, and Dan nodded his agreement with a weak smile.

Not long later, they were giggling as they clambered awkwardly out of a cab, still holding hands since the gallery. They had to let go to make the chocolate and get comfortable on Phil’s sofa, but Dan replaced the hand-holding with cuddling right up into Phil’s side, his head resting on Phil’s chest and his feet curled up beneath him.

They sipped their hot chocolates quietly for a while, placing the empty mugs on the coffee table when they were done. Dan supposed he should probably get off of Phil and head home, but he couldn’t make himself move. He was entirely too comfortable and enjoyed Phil’s company too much to get up now.

Phil seemed to feel the same way, as he snaked his arms around Dan and pulled him closer. Dan’s brown eyes met Phil’s blue ones and he forgot how to breathe. Phil’s eyes were trained on his own with the fondest expression he’d ever seen, and then they dropped down to his lips briefly before returning to his eyes. For a tense moment, Dan thought nothing would come of it, but then he saw Phil lean in slowly, eyelids drifting closed, and their lips met softly in the middle. They parted after only a few seconds.

Dan knew that they’d have to talk, figure out what this was, but for now all that mattered was how much he liked Phil and how much Phil clearly liked him.

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Dan cried again when they opened the gallery the next day. He couldn’t help it; it was his major curatorial debut and he’d gone and done something extremely personally significant. He couldn’t keep his emotions under control in the slightest and it was horrifically embarrassing. Phil was standing very close next to him and was in the prime place to witness Dan’s breakdown, but he still hoped that Phil wouldn’t notice. Of course, he was never that lucky.

Moments after the first tear rolled down Dan’s cheek, a hand brushed against his own. Surprised, Dan turned to look but immediately cursed himself; he’d just faced Phil directly and now there’d be no hiding his embarrassment.

He looked away again as fast as possible and pretended to be intensely focused on fixing the rainbow flag pin on his lapel.

“Hey,” Phil murmured, leaning in to make sure Dan could hear. “It’s okay.” His fingers slipped between Dan’s so they were holding hands and squeezed gently.

Another fat tear escaped. “No, I’m just being ridiculous. I already did this yesterday and-”

“No way,” Phil insisted. “I cried for my first exhibit, too. This has been building for you for years, it’s okay to show a little emotion.”

Dan swallowed thickly, careful not to choke out his response. “It’s not just about it being my first exhibit, though. You know that. I’m caught up in thinking about how much I would have loved this growing up, and the people this could help now that it’s here and-” he took a shuddery breath. “It means a lot.” He glanced back at Phil through his lashes, not quite willing to look at him directly yet.

A soft smile played at Phil’s lips, one that told Dan that he understood completely.

“I’m so proud of you,” Phil whispered.

Those few words broke the dam and suddenly tears were streaming down Dan’s face, uncontrollable.

“I’m- I-” Dan squeaked. “I need a minute.” He pulled his hand out of Phil’s and raced to the nearest toilet, hiding away to regain control of his emotions.

He’d been so busy recently that he hadn’t had the time to process anything. The last month had been absolutely frantic, full of throwing together the final key parts of the exhibit and swapping things around and navigating this growing relationship with Phil. It had finally all caught up to him, slapping him in the face with so many realizations and feelings that it was hard to make sense of it all.

All he could say for certain was that he was happy. Obnoxiously, blindingly happy.

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theycallmemoosey · 5 years

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Memories

Dan x Reader

A/N - Yahoo! Back again for 2019! Happy new year! So, here’s another lovely request that I really really enjoyed writing from the wonderful @winchestergirl907 . I hope you guys enjoy it! Moose :)

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“So guys,” Benny began as yourself and Dan settled into the chairs in front of the famous ‘Fine Bros’ scenery, “I know you’ve been and done this before for a couple of videos but I’ll just do a quick rundown so you know what’s going to happen. So, what we’re going to do is ask you a couple of questions about yourselves and your relationship etc etc and then we’re going to show you some clips. Act as naturally as possible and we’ll guide you in the direction we need you to go. Once we’ve shown all the clips we have for you we’ll ask you a couple more questions about the clips and what you thought and then the whole sign off thing. Sound ok with you guys?”

“Sounds awesome” you replied, smiling and nodding as you sorted out your hair.

“Received” Dan added, cringing slightly after realising what he had just said.

“Ah-shit. Just got to talk to Rafi about something. I’ll be two seconds. Sorry guys”

“Oh no,” you reassured, “don’t worry. No rush”

As Benny left, Dan leant into your shoulder and whined in your ear, “can you sort out my hair?”

“It’s fine” you replied, not even looking at him as you checked your phone.

“Y/N!”

“Stop it, Dan. It’s fine” you chuckled, lifting your hand to stroke his head.

“You just messed it up. Fix it!”

Sighing, you put your phone down and turned towards him, placing his curls in random places just to keep him happy.

“Are you okay by the way? You seem…nervous”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. Quiet and just fidgety. It's not like you haven’t filmed a collab video before”

“Yeah. No. I’m fine. I’m just really tired that’s all. Jet-lagged”

“Well sorry you had to come back to MY country to see MY family for Christmas, even though I live in YOUR shitty, rainy, boring old country”

Dan looked at you blankly, “Don’t be racist”

Laughing, you finished off ‘fixing’ his hair.

“Better?”

“Much” he smiled, kissing you quickly before returning to the position he was just in as Benny walked back onto set.

“Sorry about that guys, we’re ready to start when you are”

“Ready!”

“Ok. I’m gonna do the intro and then we’re into it. Just act natural”

“Easy” Dan smiled.

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“Dan Howell and Y/N L/N. You two are a very famous youtube couple that has a total subscriber count of over 8 million. How long have you two been together?”

“We have been together for about…” you hesitated, looking at Dan for help, only to physically see the cogs turning in his brain as he too tried to work out how long you had been together.

“7 years? We’ve been together since 2012 haven’t we?” Dan asked you.

“I think so” you laughed, looking back at Benny who was looking at the list of questions on his sheet.

“How did you two meet?”

“Well we both were young idiots making videos on youtube and somehow we had already made quite a large fanbase separately. We were both invited to the Sony Awards that year in which Dan and Phil were nominated for the Golden Headphones Award for their radio show.”

“Yeah, I remember that now. Oh god, 2012…” Dan cringed, remembering how awkward the whole event was, “Wait, why were you even there”

“I think I was just invited by my uncle who was one of the nominees. You know he lives in England.” you replied, looking at Dan before looking back toward Benny to continue the story, “Dan and Phil didn’t know a lot of people there and I, for one, appeared to be the only American there. Naturally, the three loneliest people got together and we really got on”

“We then showed her around London for the next two weeks while she was over here” Dan continued, “then we exchanged Skype usernames and our numbers and everything before she went home. Remember that? Skype? Ew”

“I can still hear the ringtone” you laughed, remembering the hours the two of you spent calling each other.

“I think it was only a few weeks later that we officially got together. I mean, I knew from the moment I saw you that I liked you, and it was a few weeks after you left you finally told me you liked me back” Dan smiled, taking your hand underneath the table to keep the PDA to a minimum.

“We were online boyfriend and girlfriend for months before I finally got enough money to go back over to the UK to see them again. We did this for ages”

“And then eventually, Phil and I decided that we missed Y/N as soon as she left our apartment so we asked if she wanted to move in with us. We were looking to move apartments anyway so we thought, why not? We never did end up moving though so you moved into the iconic London apartment before we moved last year”

“So how long have you been living together now?”

Dan chuckled, “Probably about four years or so. Best four years of my life”

“Shush you big baby” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully.

“So we have a few clips to show you if you’re ready?”

“Yup. Ready” you nodded at Benny, taking the laptop from him.

“So I’m sure you guys have seen some edits of your relationship as you are the fan favourite relationship of youtube”

“Are we really the fan favourites? I didn’t think we could compare to couples like Alfie and Zoe or Felix and Marzia…god forbid, I never thought we would be the fan favourites against the Joe and Dianne!” you blabbered excitedly.

“How far back do these clips go? Right back to 2012?!” Dan asked, jokingly with a panicked tone.

“Yes! Right back to 2012!”

“NOOOOOOO!” Dan groaned jokingly, placing his head in his hands as the first clips began to play.

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“Oh!” You exclaimed, “this is of you and Phil recording the radio show!”

“We just wanted to say, “ 2012 Phil stated into the mic, “that we are so grateful here at BBC Radio 1 for all your votes that made us win the Golden Headphones Award last week. We are honestly beyond thrilled that our silly little show has brought you guys so much entertainment so thank you guys”

“Phil,” Dan replied, “stop being so sappy”

“Sorry. It was actually a great evening. Really fun. We met a load of new people and got to learn more about radio stations etc etc. Oh but Dan loooooved the party. We both made a new friend who happens to now be staying with us. She’s pretty awesome actually”

“You hear that kids? Going outside can sometimes be a good thing!”

“Hear that hun? 2012 Dan wasn’t lying. You really need to start going out some more…it can be a good thing”

“But the outside is dangerous. And I’m not a kid”

“Shush, just watch it”

The video went from present day back to 2012, Dan and Phil showing you around central London.

“This is the famous Big Ben?” You asked, your accent thicker than usual as you were living in America at the time.

“I know, not very impressive is it?” Phil laughed, panning the camera over to the three of you, their hair longer and straighter than you ever cared to remember. It was easy to spot that Dan had a thing for you back then, as he could not take his heart-eyes off of you as you took in the surroundings.

“Well, I’m not saying it’s not impressive but…it’s not exactly the Empire State, is it?”

Dan laughed, “Yeah, it’s a bit underwhelming. Onwards to the London Eye!!”

Dan laughed, “Two days you had been in that country and you drag our entire culture down in a matter of seconds. Wow.”

“It’s true! It is so hyped up. Although to be fair, we had a great rest of the day”

“And using the Empire State in comparison. Y/N, you aren’t even from New York”

“Yes but that’s what most people think about first when they think about America in general. After Hamburgers, Trump and guns”

“Woah. Stereotyping your own country”

“What’s this?” You asked, pointing towards the laptop.

“Oh lord, it's the pink diary video. The one we filmed after we announced that we were together”

“Shit! No! Do not press play, Daniel!”

“You had a bright pink diary when you were 12!”

“Dude, if you think that’s bad, then you should have seen my room. Bright pink walls, curtains, floors, bedsheets…got how much I regret that. Well, perks of getting your older sister’s old room”

As the two of you scanned through the pages, Dan flicked to the page where you mention your childhood crush.

“Oh my…who’s Elijah, Y/N?”

“What? Oh god, Dan wait” you laughed, lunging to grab the diary from his hands.

“Y/N, are you cheating on me? Already?!” He gasped, laughing as he held the diary out of reach from you.

“Dan, just…give it back. Let me see it!”

“How do I explain Elijah?” Dan began to read, “He is the coolest, most popular, handsomest - Y/N, that’s not even a word!”

“Shut up, Daniel” you slapped his arm.

Dan chuckled and cleared his throat before continuing, “Handsomest boy in school. God, how much I wish he would notice me. O-M-G. I think I love him!!”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

“That will forever be one of my favourite things I have done with you” Dan smiled, pausing the video as you calmed down from your giggle fit.

“Hearing all about my first love, Elijah? God, 12 was a good age for me”

“What’s next?” Dan laughed, pressing play and starting the next video.

“Oh! It’s my first gaming channel appearance”

“Hello, DanandPhilgames spooky weekers!! Today, we are delving into the well-known game that is no doubt going to make me shit myself, Outlast! Unfortunately, Phil is not able to join me today because he has left me all alone in the house which was a very stupid idea. However, because I am too much of a pansy to actually do this by myself I invited, the one, the only, the very amazingly beautiful pain in my ass, Y/N!” He paused, waiting for you to roll the chair into frame.

“Y/N!” He repeated, waving his hands as a gesture to get you over, “Seriously? Do I have to do this? Oh come on”

Dan shuffled towards you and grabbed the arm of your chair, pulling you into frame as you frowned at the camera.

“I don’t want to be here” you stated, Dan laughing next to you.

“The people need a video and there is no way I am playing this game on my own at night in an empty house. I’d do it for you!”

“Well, I’m here now aren’t I? Eurgh come on, let's just get this over with”

The two of you began to play, although the video had sped up until the first jumpscare.

“I think that we need to - OH MY GOD!” Dan cried out, accompanied by your loud scream. You threw the controller onto the desk and shook slightly before clinging onto Dan’s arm tightly. He too was shaking slightly but laughing more at your reaction.

“Daniel you know I fucking hate horror games. Why the fuck am I here?”

“You’re cute when you’re scared. It’s ok, you’re ok.” Dan comforted you, hugging you tightly after pausing the game, “Nothing has jumped out of the screen yet”

You gasped and moved back from Dan, slapping his arm slightly, “Why the fuck would you say that! The nightmares I am going to be having tonight”

“Come on, let's continue”

“I still hate horror anything to this day” you stated, Dan laughing as he nodded in agreement.

“Yup. Games, movies, houses. Anything remotely scary and it's automatically a no-no for you. But its ok, you have me to protect you”

“Says the man that falls off his chair every time he has a jump scare come at him”

“Woah ok, thanks Y/N”

“Day in the life of Dan and Phil!” Phil exclaimed into the camera, walking into the front room to capture Dan in the sofa crease, “What’s happening today, Danny-boy?”

Dan laughed before closing his laptop, looking towards the camera before explaining, “we are going to pick up Y/N, who I’m sure you guys have seen before and if you haven’t, just…who even are you?”

“Yeah, she and Dan have been dating for quite a while now. So, catch up guys. Sorry Dan, carry on”

“Thank you, Phil.” Dan glared, “Basically, we decided that Y/N should just move in with us because she was spending so much money constantly travelling back and forth from America to see us”

“We’re picking her up from the airport today and then grabbing some more things she needs for the apartment” Phil explained before sighing at Dan, “We have to pick her up in about an hour, why aren’t you ready?!”

“Seriously, Danny? Phil was more excited to pick me up than you were?! And I’m YOUR girlfriend”

“Yeah well…” Dan began, but you hit his arm to silence him.

“Helloooo everyone and welcome to baking with Dan and Phil!” Phil began, Dan doing something weird as usual next to him.

“YES HELLO WELCOME TO SPOOPY BAKING”

“Today,” Phil began in a fit of giggles, “we are making spooky pumpkin spiced cookies”

As the video continued in the background, you turned to face Dan, “I was so mad after this video”

“Oh my god, I remember” Dan laughed, rubbing his eyes slightly.

“They made such a mess and I had to fix it. And I wasn’t even allowed a cookie afterwards because the fat pigs had eaten them all. Doesn’t help that I was on my period at that point and super cranky. I think it was during the period I was moving in as well, so I was stressed as anything” you explained, Dan giggling softly behind you.

“What did we actually upload? Because you had a proper fit”

“Shut up you arse”

“OH OH THIS IS WHERE YOU COME HOME!” Dan exclaimed excitedly.

“Hey guys” you said, walking into the kitchen as you had come home from the meeting, “what you up to?”

“Baking with Dan and Phil” Phil said, filming Dan as he whisked together the mixture.

“You two are baking? This should be a shit-show”

“Cheers for the support, hun” Dan said over his shoulder, jumping slightly when you kissed his shoulder.

“I’m going for a shower, this place better not be burnt down by the time I get back”

“Famous last words” You scoffed, making Dan laugh as the two of you continued watching.

The video had fast forward to the point you came back from the shower, changed into jeans and one of Dan’s shirts. You stopped in your tracks when you saw the mess in the kitchen.

“What the hell have you done!” You shouted at them, looking at the state of the floor.

“We’re making cookies?” Dan shrugged his shoulders, eating icing out of the bag.

“BOYS!” You cried, taking a large breath before the clip cut to the next video.

Dan paused the video and looked at you smugly, “I had to edit out your little fit because you literally screamed at us for two minutes straight”

“Did you see the state of that kitchen? It was disgusting! You deserved it”

“Basically,” Dan explained to Benny, “She then ordered us out the kitchen, tidied everything away, finished the cookies off for us and then went to bed to edit a video. Phil and I finished the video and I gave her some chocolate”

“The way to Y/N’s heart is chocolate. Noted.” Benny replied, laughing as he urged the two of you to continue.

“Helloooo Dan and Phil karters” Phil waved at the camera, Dan making some weird noise at the side.

“Good. Dayyy” Dan dragged on, before snapping back to his usual persona he had on camera, “we are here today to celebrate the first Mario Kart session with Y/N!”

“Good morning” You rolled into frame, shuffling the wheelie chair into the middle of the boys.

“This is the first time you’ve been on the gaming channel since you moved in, Y/N. How does it feel?” Phil asked, pretending to hold a microphone up to you.

“The same as it did when I was last here”

“Yeah but you now live here”

“Biggest regret of my life. Girls, don’t move in with two boys. They smell. And if they order takeout, leave as quickly as possible or else you’re being the one who gets the joy of cleaning it all up”

“When you’re quite finished dragging us into the gutter, Y/N!!” Dan cried out, placing his hand over your mouth jokingly to stop you from going on, “God. Imagine when she beats us, Phil…we’d never hear the end of it for god’s sake”

“We just have to beat her then” Phil said, cracking his knuckles as he picked up the control to start the game.

As the clip continued, you watched and smiled, feeling Dan take your hand and stroke his thumb over your knuckles. You glanced back at him and smiled, sticking your tongue out at him before leaning into his shoulder.

“I stand by that by the way, Dan. Although I have to admit, you have been getting better at clearing up after yourselves. Phil too”

“Yeah but Phil has just become a bit of an obsessive cleaner”

“That’s very true”

“What’s up guys, its a-me, Y/N. Today we are joined by my very sweet, very lovely, very amazing boyfriend, Daniel James Howell”

“Hello everyone” Dan waved slightly, chuckling in his usual way.

’What are we going to do today, Dan?”

Dan sighed jokingly, placing his face in his hands, “The goddamn bloody ‘Boyfriend Tag’ that I swore I would never do yet here I am”

“Woah ok. If you don’t want to do this then I guess I should cancel the pizza I ordered”

“OKAY HI GUYS LETS CONTINUE ON WITH THIS”

“Seriously?!” You burst out laughing, grabbing your phone from the bedside table.

“Food - the way to my heart!”

“Not me then?”

“Nope” he smiled, giving you the famous heart eyes.

“Guess I should pack my bags and head back to America then” you huffed as you sat back down, opening Twitter to get up questions and suggestions from fans.

“Guess you should” Dan smiled before leaning over and kissing your cheek gently.

“Can we get on with the video now?” You asked, sighing as you glanced at Dan, just wanting to get the video over with so that you could chill out with the boys and relax.

“Do you want to film this tomorrow?” Dan asked, leaning his head on your shoulder while giving you heart eyes.

“Babe, it has to go up tomorrow…” you whined, continuing to scroll through the comments.

“I’ll buy you your favourite ice cream if you leave that in the video” Dan smirked, laughing as you turned back to the camera and smiled, indicating you were going to continue with the video”

“Jesus, it looks like I really do know the way to your heart huh?” Dan laughed, pausing the video to look at you.

“Sure do. Offer me food and I’m putty in your hands”

“OH! So not, you know, the years of affection I’ve given you or the fact that I let you move into MY apartment or my handsome looks or even, you know, that I LOVE YOU” he jokingly shouted, smiling at the way you laughed at him.

“No. Just the food”

“Right I’m going to press play again because clearly, you don’t love me”

“First question…when did you realise you first loved me?”

“Ew gross. Next question?”

“Ok. Just for me. I’ll edit it out the video”

Dan sighed, looking down as he felt himself turning red, “Honestly? As soon as I saw you, I knew you would mean the world to me. And you really do”

You smiled at him, leaning in towards him as he went to kiss your cheek.

“Awww you big sap” you laughed, placing your hand on Dan’s as you kept watching the video, blushing as you felt Dan copy the video and kiss your cheek.

“Totally going to leave that in there” you chuckled, Dan gasping and clutching his chest.

“But you promised!”

“You promised that I could choose what we had for dinner last night but that never happened did it?”

“Touche” Dan chuckled, watching you lovingly as you scrolled down through Twitter to find another question, “I love you”

“I know”

“Honestly, the number of comments from fans after you uploaded this video was the most we’ve ever had, including Phil” Dan added, looking towards Benny who smiled, “I was speaking the truth there though Y/N. I still mean it, even seven years down the line”

“Really?” You asked, the laptop playing in the background.

“Course. You’re everything to me”

“Can you post this on YouTube or is this too NSFW” you turned to Benny, laughing as you blushed.

“Really Y/N?!” Dan laughed loudly.

You glanced back at the laptop, watching as Dan kissed you before heading to grab his phone from the front room.

“Wait…I didn’t upload that. You kissed me, we both agreed that we wouldn’t kiss on camera…hang on. This is the full video. The unedited one…”

“Is it? Oh. You may have just uploaded the whole video by accident”

“No…no I’m sure I didn’t. Remember, I spent hours doing this edit”

“Shhh…listen” Dan nudged you,

Dan sat down in front of the camera and did a big sigh before smiling gleefully, holding his phone to his ear as he appeared to be speaking down the phone to someone.

“Hey guys!” He spoke down the phone, “Thank you so much for coming back to me…oh fantastic! We’re going to America to visit Y/N’s family for Christmas on the 15th. I would kinda like to do it on the 30th if that suits you guys?…amazing. Thank you so much for doing this…yeah, yeah, she’s going to absolutely love it…I’ll speak to you soon…bye!”

Hanging up, Dan did a little fist pump in the air as he imagined the collab video in just a months time. Just as he was going to switch the camera off, Phil walked in.

“What did they say?”

“They’re thrilled. 100% happy to do it”

“Amazing!” Phil cried, going to hug Dan.

“Seriously, I have literally never felt closer to crying of happiness since…since…oh, I don’t know. Since the birth of Dil”

“Oh wow. Dil over Y/N. Smooth dude” Phil laughed, walking back out the room to leave Dan to switch the camera off.

“Dan?” You asked him, glancing towards him in a state of confusion.

“What?”

“What was all that about?”

“I don’t know what you mean”

“Well…this isn’t exactly an edit is it? It’s-“

“SHHHH”

Dan quietly pushed the door open to your shared bedroom, the camera pointing down towards the floor. Giggling softly, he climbed onto the bed where you were asleep, placing his legs over both of you as he stood up. Angling the camera towards you as you slept, Dan began to jump on the bed.

“Happy birthday to you!”

“DANIEL!” You cried angrily as you were jolted awake.

“Happy birthday to you!”

“Dan, stop it!” You shouted, the covers falling off of the bed as Dan jumped carelessly on top of you, showing you sleeping in just Dan’s t-shirt.

“Happy birthday to Y/N” he sang out of tune, stopping jumping as he sang your name, the camera filming you squirm underneath him. He collapsed down to his knees, rolling over next to you while keeping the camera at arm's length to capture your shame.

“Happy birthday to you” he whispered in your ear, kissing your cheek gently.

“Thanks for the wake up call Danny boy” you giggled, turning towards him to kiss him passionately, his arm still outstretched to film the two of you.

As you pulled away you smiled lovingly at him, before he stuck his tongue out at you.

“We can’t upload this footage” he laughed, indicating towards the camera as he noticed your confused expression. You groaned as you realised what he was doing, moving your arms to block the lens as you tried to escape out of Dan’s grip.

The video switched quickly to another, showing a video of the two of you on your first Christmas spent together at Dan’s family’s house.

“What did you get Y/N?” Dan’s brother asked, standing up slightly to see over the lid of the box Dan had wrapped your present in.

“Patience Adrian” Dan laughed, panning the camera over to his brother and parents before pointing it back at you.

“Oh my gosh, Daniel” you gasped, instantly recognising the distance bracelets.

“I was thinking white for you and black for me because it matches my soul”

“Daniel…” his mother warned, smiling at the thought of his gift.

“Thank you so much, Dan” you jumped up to kiss him, before handing his to him.

“Its so that when you have to go back to America to see your family or for work, and I can’t come with you, you still have a little bit of me with you”

“Oh god, I’m going to throw up” Adrian faked a gag, his mother slapping him on the arm as a result.

“I love it, thank you Daniel” you smiled at the camera before it shut off, the video switching to another one.

A snapchat video was played on the screen - one that was never posted for Dan’s immaturity. Dan was filming you driving in your car, dancing slightly to the radio.

“Where we heading, Y/N?” He asked you, filming you glance towards him and see him hold his phone up towards you.

“We are heading to Ikea today to do some shopping. We need to buy a new TV stand, some new houseplants for Philly and a new bed”

Dan flipped the camera around to himself, smirking at the camera, “Because I broke it!!!”

“I wouldn’t be so smug about that mister. You’re costing me a goddamn fortune!”

“Calm down, Y/N. You sure weren’t complaining last night” he winked at the camera.

“DANIEL!” You cried out before the snap ran out of time.

“I’m so glad you didn’t post that” you laughed, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “Dan, what is this? We’ve never uploaded any of this”

“You’ll see in just a second” Dan wrapped his arm around you and pulled you to his chest, kissing your forehead and wiping a tear from your cheek before changing his attention back to the video.

The video changed to Dan filming you asleep on him on the sofa, near Christmas as the decorations were stringed up behind you. He stroked your hair gently before resting his hand on your arm.

“I just wanted to say that in moments like these, when you fall asleep on my lap and talk sometimes in your dreams, that I love you more than anything or anyone in the whole world. I would die in a heartbeat for you. I am so incredibly lucky to have found you. You are my whole world”

The second clip started playing and Dan was filming you cooking in the kitchen. He set the camera against a glass and filmed him dancing with you, the bacon in the pan burning as he twirled you and swayed with you to the songs on the radio. At one point, he tried to lift you up in the air to do the dirty dancing lift but your squirming caused the both of you to fall to the ground in heaps of laughter.

The next clip played and Dan was at the piano, filming himself playing his newest piece to send to his grandmother when you plopped down next to him, placing your head on his shoulder and listening to him play so elegantly. He was so humble about his talent and very rarely shared it online. The two of you started laughing when you placed your finger on a random key and disrupted his piece constantly.

The clips changed and Dan was now filming you on your phone in their patio garden, “You always look so beautiful and I constantly wonder how a guy like me scored such a gorgeous girl like you. We are going to have the most beautiful children...if they get all your genes anyway. God, I love the way you just make the simplest of actions the most beautiful things. I could watch you for hours…in a non-creepy way. You make me so happy. You are the reason I’m still here. You keep me going. I can’t wait to marry you one day”

The video changed once again and it was a video Phil took of the two of you when you all decided to go on holiday quite early on in your relationship. You and Dan thought he was taking photos so you kept doing different poses, some for your followers and some for yourself. Dan looked at you lovingly and held you tightly. Unknowing that Phil was filming, you kissed Dan gently with the sea in the background, smiling when his hands squeezed your waist. When you pulled away, Dan whispered the words “I love you” for the first time. You took a step back breathlessly, before jumping into Dan’s arms. You kissed him multiple times, saying “I love you” every time you pulled away. You didn’t know this video existed, but it was already one of your favourite videos of all time.

The video changed once again, to the all of you shopping. Dan filmed you and Phil as you both looked through each of the clothes on the rail in Primark. He sighed contently, “Fuck it.”

He filmed himself walking over to you and explaining he was just going to the camera store with Phil, kissing you on your temple as you were unaware he was filming. The video sped up as the boys walked out of the store, heading to the nearest Jewellers.

“You’re going to do it?” Phil asked Dan, excitement in his face as he watched Dan browse all the rings.

“Course I am. What do you think?” He asked, pointing at the rings in front of them.

“Black diamond”

“You read my mind” he smiled, walking into the store.

The video changed to the last clip, Dan set the camera against something and sat down in the chair in your parent’s house. Your father walked into frame and sat down opposite him, his arms on his legs as he looked at a nervous Dan.

“Sir, I want to just say how grateful I am that you have welcomed me into your family and life. I love Y/N with everything I have and I swear that for as long as I live, I will give her everything she needs. Basically, what I’m trying to ask is…”

“You want to marry my daughter?”

“Y-yes, sir. With all my love in the world, I want to give her the life she deserves. I want her to be my wife. Forever” he began to laugh, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“I thought you would never ask! Of course, Daniel!” Your father jumped from his seat to embrace Dan, laughing happily with him before shouting to your mother in the next room, “DANIEL IS GOING TO MARRY Y/N! WE ARE GOING TO BE DANIEL’S IN-LAWS!”

You hiccuped, your eyes and nose streaming as your eyes were fixed on the screen. You watched the video of your father jumping up and down with Dan fade to black, laughing at your father’s immaturity. You wiped your eyes with your sleeve when you notice that Rafi has joined Benny behind the main camera, holding another camera down towards the floor. You followed his line of sight and gasped when you realised that Dan had moved from his chair and was now kneeling down next to you, a black box in his hands revealing a silver band with a square black diamond. You cried loudly as Dan took his own deep breath, starting to say the words, “Will you -“

“Shut up. Shut up. You know it's a yes you idiot! Yes! Oh my god, yes!” You jumped off of your seat and into Dan’s arms, making the both of you fall to the floor in a laughing but sobbing mess. You heard Dan cry into your shoulder, muttering “thank you thank you thank you” over and over as he tried to push you away to put the ring on your finger.

“Oh, Daniel…Dan, its so beautiful thank you so much”

You heard a large round of applause and cheers from behind the camera, as all of Benny and Rafi’s employees and other reactors had snuck in to watch Dan propose.

You and Dan climbed back into your chairs, very embarrassed as you had fallen onto the floor in a complete scene of PDA.

Benny laughed, still clapping along with the rest of the crowd behind him.

“So guys!” He began, “You two are engaged!”

“Yes!” You cried, holding your hand up and wriggling your fingers to show your new engagement ring, looking at the red, puffy-eyed Dan holding your other hand and smiling widely.

“Congratulations you two, how do you feel?”

“I feel like I’m on cloud nine right now. Every dream of mine is finally coming true” you answered, still sniffling.

“Best day of my life so far” Dan smiled, kissing your cheek.

“Well, we expect you here next time to react to your wedding! And then your first child. And every relationship goals video ever” Rafi added, making the two of you laugh.

“Of course” you nodded, still looking at your new ring.

“We’re just going to wrap up the video now - if that's ok with you guys” Benny explained, yourself and Dan nodding.

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Hail the King (Nickifer)

Pairing: Nick/Lucifer

Characters: Nick, Lucifer, Castiel, Sam, Dean & Chuck

Word count: 1.5K (first chapter)

Total word count: WIP

Triggers: Dark fic, mild gore, blood, Nick has a hammer, major character death, (smut in a later chapter), loads of death and destruction - I think I got all now? Let’s just say that this is darker than canon and not for those faint by heart

Spoiler warnings: s14e19 Jack in the Box & s14e20 Moriah

Written for the ‘Dark!AU’ square of the Lucifer Bingo (the entire story, more or less) & the ‘Nick’ square of the Swan Song Bingo. A later chapter will be used for the ‘Wing Kink’ square of the Lucifer Bingo.

I also made an artwork to go by my story :) Added at the bottom

Mod tags: @swansongbingo @spnluciferbingo

Also this story WILL NOT be continued on Tumblr. I don’t post full stories on Tumblr. If you like to follow this story, subscribe to it on AO3 - I will add a link at the very bottom of this.

Rising from the fires of Hell with dark promises of death and vengeance, Nick sets out on a mission to burn down the world and bring his beloved angel back to his side.

Crowned the King of Hell and belonging to a new and powerful species, he faces down his enemies in order to archive his goals.

They had never seen anything like him before. Even the most skilled demon didn’t know how to handle him, and they groveled before this man who had lost all and didn’t know fear. Out of all the damned souls on the racks, he didn’t scream, he didn’t cry, he didn’t beg… he was just quiet with this feral smile on his face and eyes burning with unspoken promises of destruction and death. Every single demon in Hell knew that when he turned… he would bring a whole storm with him of the likes that no one had ever seen before.

He would force the world down upon his knees, the demons knew deep within their cursed beings. And they couldn’t wait for that moment to come.

Already they had begun to whisper his name amongst each other, whispers about the still crownless king of the fallen men. They spoke of his ruthlessness and his bloodlust, how he stood up against the Winchester’s and led them when no one else would while still being a mortal man, and how close he was to Lucifer and all remembered his willingness to bring him back - the Great Archangel who was the Father of All.

It wasn’t a secret that demons weren’t fond of humanity. But this one? Lucifer made him perfect.

And what a demon he would become, everyone knew.

It’s time.

Time was fluid in Hell. An hour became days. Days turned into weeks, which became months and then years. Years until he turned and said goodbye to the last shreds of his humanity.

Nick’s hands balled into fists and a smile slowly formed on his lips as he felt the last of his soul burn away and turn into smoke and ashes. The newly created demon tilted up his head and breathed in deep as the screams of Hell rose up all around him. The scent of sulfur and ashes strong. Once he had been the tortured, and then he became the torturer. Looking up at the poor soul strapped up before him, he carelessly tossed his tools towards a demon standing close-by. He had better things to do and something to take care of. The demon gave him a wide-eyed look, bowing her head and stepping back when realizing what had happened.

Walking through the halls of Hell, all demons watched him go silently, following him almost doubtfully yet with a certain purpose to their steps. No one stopped him or asked any questions when Nick went towards the throne room.

He stopped right in front of the throne and took a second to look down at it before he swiftly turned around to face the demons who had followed him. Hundreds, perhaps even more. And they all looked up at him with their faces full of a dark hunger and expectation. “No one would object, would they?” Nick asked them. He didn’t yell yet his voice was heard all around the room. As he expected, no one spoke up and so Nick slowly sat down in the throne. The throne which had once belonged to Lucifer, Nick’s beloved.

Then his eyes flashed for the first time since he got turned and a murmur rose up from the room; rising and falling like the waves of the treacherous sea. For Nick’s demonic eyes weren’t like any seen before.

They were a demon black like the darkest abyss that stole away the light, yet his pupils glowed a fiery red much like Lucifer’s once did. And around the red was a circle of an icy blue, burning like cold angelic fire.

Lucifer’s influence went beyond perfecting Nick’s personality, it had touched his soul in ways no one would expect. Lucifer had some of Nick’s soul, and Nick always had some of Lucifer’s grace in him; they were bound together. When the fires of Hell burned away Nick’s soul, the angelic grace stayed untouched and instead fused together with the demonic energies, which created something new… something better.

Nick became part demon… and part Archangel.

And then, as if on cue, all of Hell sunk down on its knees and bowed before its new King. A king who was crowned in the blood and fire of the damned.

“So,” the Nephalem on the throne spoke with a smirk, “shall we begin?”

The countries of the world fell one by one as the demons raised Hell on Earth. Being a Nephalem, Nick had opened the Gates to Hell rather easily. He opened all of them and allowed Hell to come pouring out, he emptied the pits, unleashed the Croatoan virus upon an unsuspecting world, and even managed to bend the Shedim to his will; allowing them to devour and slaughter as they pleased. The world didn’t stand a chance.

As a human, Nick was a nobody. He used to be bullied, neglected and beaten. Now it was his time to strike back and make them pay. But his demons had to obey one rule. One rule only.

“Stay clear of the Winchester’s.”

Nick wanted to be the one to claim their lives. He wanted to be the one to watch all the hope leave their eyes and crush their skulls in his bare hands. He wanted to take everything away from them, everything they ever cared about. He wanted to have them watch on as he destroyed the very world they loved so much. They should feel the despair and helplessness at being unable to stop anything - Nick wanted to completely shatter them beyond repair.

And he knew just the way to do that.

Having chosen a nice place to carry out the next step of his plan, the Nephalem nodded his head and summoned his powers. He had no more need of summoning circles or rituals… he could simply will it into existence and it would happen. This time was no exception.

Castiel appeared out of nowhere, right in front of him, looking as confused as it could get. “Hello, Castiel,” Nick casually greeted him as if speaking to an old friend.

The angel looked up, startled, but his expression quickly turned to horror when his eyes fell on the entity before him. At his otherworldliness… and the raw power coming off him. “Nick?” He tried. The Nephalem smirked in confirmation. “No, that cannot be. You died!” And then he noticed their surroundings; the mutilated bodies of all ages scattered around them, laid down to - ironically enough - form a Devil’s Trap. The horror and agony were still clear to see on their expressions, and then he saw the blood which covered Nick head-to-toe, the bloodied hammer laying by his feet, and he knew who had done this.

Nick clicked his tongue, shaking his head oh so slowly. “Oh Castiel,” he said, sounding almost pitiful, “you should know more than anyone that no one ever truly stays dead. I went to Hell… and became King.” His eyes flashed to their unusual coloring and he showed the Seraphim his immense wings; they were black-leathered like a bat’s, stealing away the light, yet the wing arms were covered in a pink plumage; the feathers fluffy and sparkling, and the top of his wings was covered in sleek and strong feathers.

Castiel looked horrified. “What are you?” He blurted out, taking a step back from the winged being with the eyes that unnerved him more than anything. As an angel, Castiel had seen many wars and battles, yet from all the terrors he had faced… nothing petrified him like Nick now did.

“Something new,” Nick shrugged, folding up his wings again as his eyes turned back to their usual blue. “Half-Archangel, half-demon. The demons call me a Nephalem, if it helps any.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Clearly it is not, or I wouldn’t be here,” Nick replied, placing his hands in the pockets of his military jacket the demons gave him. Castiel took that moment to jump forward and stab Nick with the angel blade he always carried around.

Just for the blade to shatter when it as much as touched Nick’s skin. The Nephalem arched up a single eyebrow. “You should have known that wouldn’t have worked,” he said. “I am not an angel, Castiel. I am something more.”

“What do you want from me?” The Seraphim asked, stepping back even further. Nick could sense his fear, and he enjoyed every second of it.

Nick held up his hand and played with his lips as he stared the scared angel down. “You are a message. To the Winchester’s,” he told him. Castiel’s face paled when reality settled in and he turned around, planning on running away, but Nick reappeared in front of him with a flutter of his mighty wings. “You cannot run from me with those clipped wings of yours,” he said, “don’t worry. I will keep you recognizable enough.”

Snapping his fingers once, Castiel’s grace exploded within his body in a burst of light. And then the angel dropped dead. Kneeling before him, Nick ripped open his trench coat and shirt and went to work, carving a message into his flesh for the Winchester’s to see with an angel blade he whisked into existence, right before he sends Castiel’s body off to appear right in front of them.

I-A-M-B-A-C-K

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An artwork of Nephalem!Nick. Took me 3 hours with IbisPaint X and the total layer count is 25. I’m pretty proud of it :) I love his eyes and the design of those wings XD

I got bored so I made a bonus artwork lol This is like an anatomy sketch-thingy of Nick’s wings? I quite like them. This one took me about an hour, maybe?

Fun fact: Nick originally wasn’t supposed to be a Nephalem in this story - just some kind of demon XD But I don’t think my story quite wanted that and then this happened :’) It got a life of its own, man

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So far it’s only the first chapter tho. But more is coming pretty soon

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