#didn’t mean for it to be faster than phil’s lmao

[daily-ish-syndicate-headcanons]

HC:

(Warning it’s a bit long lmao)

So obviously just bc, the syndicate takes turns babysitting Micheal.

Phil knows how to take care of kids, but in a very responsible way. He entertains him with fun little games out in the snow like hide and seek and peek-a-boo (imagine Michael standing in front of Phil while Phil uses his wings to cover himself and behind the wings and then WOOSH! “Here I am!”And then Micheal just giggling so hard he falls on his lil booty in the snow and then gets up only for the process to repeat) ofc tho when I say responsible I mean responsibility flying the child as high as possible and then doing a free dive bc the child loves it.

Techno didn’t really know what to do with Micheal at first, but when he was rummaging through his attic one day (cluttered house) he found some old toy wooden swords, and the idea hit him faster than that anvil… Anyways! Cue Techno fake struggling against Micheal as they play swords. (Micheal always wins ;) and then afterwards Techno makes some hot cocoa while Micheal draws some pictures of “Uncle Techno.” Ranboo comes to pick up Micheal and finds them both fast asleep on the couch, with Micheal curled up in a little cocoon consisting of protective Uncle Techno and a massive ass cape.

Niki likes to shove a bunch of baked goods and sweets at him. She’s never had much experience with kids, but it can’t be too hard, right? Just give them some candy and attention and they’ll be happy, right? Wrong. Give this child sweets and baked goods, and he’s a menace (and also your best friend forever) I’m talking jumping on the couch and countertops, running around the house, and just overall being a hyper child. He winds down once he gets a tummy ache, but he’s content to sit at the counter and watch Niki make some more stuff while he’s not feeling great.

Ranboo is obviously not babysitting seeing as he is Michael’s parent (I hate it when someone comes up to a parent and says “oh, is someone on babysitting duty today?” Like, no, SARAH, it’s called PARENTING, bitch) Ranboo just does typical dad stuff, like taking him cool places to spend the afternoon, playing on the floor with him and his toys, and making him the equivalent of a TV dinner (Ranboo may be worlds best dad (according to the mug Tubbo and Micheal got him for Father’s Day) but he still can’t cook for shit)

And Connor doesn’t even babysit. No, Connor is babysat right alongside Micheal because he cannot be trusted on his own. He is legit just a toddler with rights.

-🌻

AAAAA I AM SOBBING AT PHIL’S ONE PLEASE /pos

Techno absolutely lets him win, its like how snow leopards (?) will pretend to be scared when their kittens try to scare them to boost their confidence or something. Cape cocoon. Dude I wanna take a nap in the cape cocoon fr.

I SO agree with Niki having no clue what to do with kids. I see far too many people portraying c!Niki as this responsible motherly/older sister figure and it boils my blood like NO!!! This is the same woman that tried to nuke a child!!!!!!

Ranboo is just Dading fr. He’s just bein a dad.

“toddler with rights” I’M EVAPORATING PLEASE

[keh-art]

aaaand expression practice w mr isnotonfire

[saturnsstufff]

Also! Firstly I just wanted to say that i really like your writing and slow pace in the Empress series! Its really poggers. Secondly if you're taking request: could you maybe write something where Phil helps Techno ask out (y/n)? I just think that Phil would be such a great wingman (pun maybe intended lmao). I really like the way you write your Empress series' setting and characters so maybe you could do some sort of royal au similar to it? Not cannon to the series of course. If not then the dsmp still works :D (sorry if i sent the ask twice! My internet's shit lol) ~🌻

Awh! Your all good!!🖤 and thank you!! one Prince Techno comin up! (Im so sorry i got this out late, and that its poor, I was stumped hard on this for what to put!

My darling- Technoblade

Warnings: none

Techno was a pretty well known and loved Prince. He was elegant, kind, gentle, sarcastic, funny, talented. He was just perfect. To Techno you were perfect. You were one of the servants sure, but he didn't mind that. You had the most gentle outset he had ever seen on someone. You could just walk into a room and somehow everyone was in love with you. 

Techno had feelings for you for a awfully long time however, no matter what he did he couldn't push himself to tell you. Far to afraid of what you would say to him in response. He rather sit suffering in silence as your friend, than risk loosing you completely.

You felt the same way. Techno was always so gentle with you. always asking if you were comfortable, if you felt safe, he would even make sure that you wouldn't be over worked. You couldn't count the nights that he read you to sleep in the library. Everyone found you two utterly adorable with your hesitance towards each other, they couldn't wait for the day one of you slipped up and confessed.

Phil on the other hand? Oh, oh he found this scenario hilarious. See Phil was often the one that helped get you two alone together. Ranging from distracting advisors, governors, consorts, you name it and Phil probably has diverted them at least once. Phil would go as far to joke that he was the one that had set you and Techno up originally. 

Although Phil found this whole situation hilarious, he did feel bad for his friend. Techno was a hard worker, he often put a lot of time into his country and his people. but, sadly techno would rarely take care of himself. Now Phil wasn't setting you up with techno so you would become his care taker. Rather he knew with you around, Techno would be more conscious of himself as to not worry you. like always, Phil was right too. 

It was a off day. Techno had himself rested in one of the lounge chairs that resided in the library. Lately his feelings had become painful to hold back. Even the voices started banding together, telling him he had to confess.

Phil had to return some books so when he walked into the library and saw techno, he wouldn't have said he was suprised. "What's on your mind now?" Phil mused. Placing the books back on there specific shelf. He earned a sigh and groan from Techno. "Its (y/n) isnt it" he mused. "Mate you should just tell her. Get it over with. You know she'll like you back"

"Phil I.. I can't- she's- shes just so perfect" Techno's heart melted at the thought of you. He rested the crook of his elbow over his eyes. "I.. i dont even know how or where to ask her.." Techno started sounded almost defeated. Phil couldn't bare to watch his friend mope about anymore. He knew somthing had to be done.

Phil didn't waist time on his new plan. He was determined to see you together by the end of the night. He found you outside hanging the laundry. When you saw Phil you smiled brightly.

"Hello Philza" you said, folding a sheet in your arms. Phil leaned on the post well he watched you. Amusement lacing his lips.

"Hello, (y/n) i was talking to Techno the other day. He mentioned you quite alot" you felt your cheeks heat up as you looked to him. Hearing that he talked about you made your heart beat faster.

"H-he was? W..what did he say?" You asked, now fully invested in him more than your work.

"Oh he was just rambling off, you know how he can be. However, he uh, did mention that you were quite beautiful. Smart, funny. You know all that fun stuff" he said casually. If your heart could have did a leap it would have. The idea of Techno call you beautiful was beyond you.

You moved closer to Phil, "w..was that all he said?.." you hoped there was more than he was telling you.

Phil pondered a moment and smiled. "Well he was curious if you would meet him at the stables for a date. You know, let him take you for a ride in the country side" you were speechless, but filled with utter excitement at the idea of a date with him. "Want me to tell him you'll be there?" You nodded fast.

"Please, ill take off early to meet him there even" you said with the widest smile. This warmed Phil's heart to see how in love you were with his best friend.

"Alright' ill tell him you'll be there" Phil said smiling. His plan falling into motion. Now he had to corral the stubborn bull named Technoblade.

"You should take (y/n) for a horseback ride" Phil said upon entering his friends office. Techno's brow furrowed, causing him to look up from his papers.

"Take her for a... why?" Techno said mid confusion. Phil shrugged casually.

"Well I was just talking to (y/n) and you know she had off-hand mentioned it that she really liked fhe horse rides with you." At this statement techno blinked a bit. He pressed his lips and thought breifly.

"Well i uh.. I mean if she wants to, i'll glady take her". Techno said. Moving his few papers asside. Looking at Phil. "When does she want to leave?"

Phil hummed and looked at the clock. Mentally assuming your work schedule. "What about four-ish? Get there early for her?

Techno nodded. "Dosnt she work until five?" Techno knew your schedule mostly because he was the one that would meet you after it for casual walks.

"Normally. But she said she would take it off early to go with you" Phil wanted to keep semi to the truth. But he knew as soon as you two were alone talking, it would be over. The two of you would quickly discover that Phil was behind this.

When you waked up to the stables you smiled happily. Waiting with a horse in hand was Techno. He gave you a kind smile. Happy to see you in such a joyful mood.

"Ready to go?" He asked gently. You nodded fast, excited to spend the evening with him. He offered his hand to you. When you took it he gently pulled you close. Lifting you up onto his horse. After you were situated on the sattle he climbed on behind you. Wrapping his arm around your waist securely, wanting to assure you wouldn't fall off eather way.

You relaxed into him like you always did. Content with his company. With the nudge of his heel's you both were off on your way.

Well you two toured the country side casually. You decided to thank him for the date. Seeing as you felt it was the beginning of somthing great. "Thank you for taking me on this date Techno... It really means alot to me..." you herd techno give a 'heh?'.

"Princess I adore your company. But what on earth are you talking about?" This was your turn to be confused. You looked up at him to see if he was joking.

"Phil said you wanted to take me on a date..." your eyes grew saddened. "W...was this a lie?..." Techno's heart weighed heavier at the sight of your sad eyes.

Techno felt like he hit a wall. Does he explain he wants to take you for a date more than anything? Or keep quiet. After seeing your eyes, he knew he couldn't break your heart more.

"I... I do want to take you for a date... I've wanted a date with you more than you realize... However, I didnt ask you... Im assuming Phil actually set us up..." he said, looking away a light red. You gave a soft gentle smile.

"Hey..." you tilted his head to look down at you. "Even if he set us up... I'm glad he did" Techno looked down into your eyes. His going gentle.

"You are?..." you nodded gently. Giving a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"I got a date out of it with you"

[dr3amofagame]

i love all your super angsty stuff, but sometimes i want to see dream go apesht and be powerful and confident and frightening again, y'know? maybe a little unhinged still but making everyone realize that THEY made this monster by putting him in the vault O_O

OH YEAH ,, unhinged c!dream my beloved (/lh) 

c!dream when he’s a hot mess, ever so slightly (or not slightly) off the rails is SO much fun to write and read ,, he’s so messed up to himself and others and makes me go like >:D the entire time 

im not sure if this is what you wanted, exactly, but boy was it fun to write. c!sam,, is not having a good day lmao 

tw: blood, violence, implied torture, offscreen murder, death threats, mental instability, emotional distress, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!sam critical (not really? But I digress)

Ranboo is in the wrong place in the wrong time.

He thinks, halfheartedly, that that could be the name of his autobiography. What To Do If The Universe Hates You, an Advice Book By Ranboo T. Beloved doesn’t sound too shabby, all things considered - it’s applicable, at the very least. It’d been true with George’s house, true for the Butcher Army, true when he’d been the one that Techno found in search for his armor back, true now, with sirens blaring from the prison that he’s coincidentally probably the closest to out of everyone on the server. Part of him wants to just ditch the place for Snowchester, as he was originally planning to do; unfortunately, caring about pretty much everyone means caring about what’s going on with their greatest enemy, especially now that Wilbur’s been revived.

Ranboo hurries towards the prison, dunking water by his feet to activate his trident. It only takes him a few Riptides (what can he say - he did say he was close to the prison) for the beach in front of the giant, dark-walled structure to come into sight, two figures stood in front of the smaller box containing the Nether Portal. One of them, standing tall and wearing glinting purple netherite, is clearly, unmistakably Sam, which means he other stranger- well, not stranger, exactly, must be Dream.

Ranboo skids to a stop on the hillside, not wanting to jump into the fray until he knows exactly what’s happening; Techno’s voice rings in his head (the element of surprise is one of your greatest weapons in battle) then Phil’s (what he means is don’t be an idiot, mate) and he settles, silent, to observe with an enderpearl readied in his hand.

It’s no wonder he didn’t recognize Dream, at first - he looks nothing like the man that Ranboo remembers, almost doesn’t look like a person at all. His hair is long and tangled, hanging in clumps around his face. Even from the distance, he looks like a wreck, all sharp edges and skinny, shaking limbs, a heavy netherite axe hefted in one hand. Ranboo shudders at the sight of the blood already on the blade, at the various injuries painting the orange of his prison uniform more red than orange, and looks to make sure his sword is close at hand.

“Prisoner,” Sam’s voice is gravelly, tight with stress. He sounds the same way he did that one time he confronted Ranboo about the prison books he didn’t remember signing, the pages filled with strange runes that he somehow could understand- “Stand down.”

“Sam-” Dream laughs, high-pitched and grating, and Ranboo’s tail lashes anxiously. Dream’s hand raises to his face, his shoulders shaking as the other hand tightens over the handle of his axe, “Awesam. Sammy- I told you, didn’t I? I fucking told you what would happen.”

“Dream-”

“Unless you want to end up like Quackity, I suggest you stop talking, Warden.”

It’s quite a sight to see someone in fully armored netherite cower from someone completely unarmored, looking more dead than alive, but well - it is Dream, and Ranboo finds himself cringing back at the words even though he’s not even in the area. He steals a look at his communicator; the rest of the server has noticed the sirens, it seems, but nobody seems to understand what exactly is going on, much less be ready for a potential fight, and a nervous shiver runs down his spine.

“Sammy,” Dream stalks forward, his axe braced in front of him, “Look at you. You’re so goddamn pathetic-” He spits the words like venom, back hunched, center of gravity pulled close to the ground - he looks more mob than human, watches Sam with the same wild-eyed desperation that Ranboo’s seen in a starving wolf chasing down prey, “Such a fucking coward that you couldn’t do shit yourself. Well- good for Quackity, isn’t it? It sure ended up well for him.”

Ranboo shivers, looking at the blood staining the netherite blade with ice rising in his chest. No- he didn’t-

“You know how good it felt to plunge this axe into his neck?” Dream laughs, the sound raspy and unsettling, making Ranboo shrink back in his hiding spot, “You know how many times he threatened to do the same to me? You know how many times he’s used this exact fucking axe to cave my ribs in?” He hurls the blade down and Ranboo reaches out with a wordless shout, watching as the axe strikes the earth in a spray of sand, “HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES, SAM?”

“Dream-”

“Don’t- You don’t get to call me that,” Dream pulls the axe back, looks up with another round of breathless laughter. “You- don’t you fucking dare.”

Sam draws back- Ranboo can’t place the expression that flashes over his face, something a little like fear, something a little like guilt. He doesn’t seem to try and say anything, a sword appearing in his hand.

“So you want to try this too,” Dream’s voice pitches low, becoming something hysterical, almost amused, “Sure! We’ll play. Try to last a little longer than Quackity, will you?”

He flashes forward, much much faster than he should with the amount of injuries that claw over his arms and legs, brings the axe down in a heavy clang that is only barely met by Sam’s sword. Ranboo looks left and right, tries to find others coming to the Warden’s aid, finds none. Dream’s pace is ruthless, bringing down the axe again and again, hardly reacting when Sam catches him by the arm on his blade. Sam hisses in alarm as the axe handle is swung into the inside of his arm, loses his grip on the sword as the back end of the axe catches it at the base. Dream heaves in shuddering breaths, axe clanging against Sam’s armor and sending the creeper hybrid toppling to the ground with a sharp exhale of breath, presses the bloody blade beneath his chin.

“You know-” He smiles, pressing the axe forward further, making Sam lift his head as he falls back against the sand, “You were kind of useful, you know? You and Quackity, I mean.” Dream hisses angrily, words pitching lower, “Do you know what’s the easiest way to make someone hurt? Do you know where to hit someone for it to cause the most pain? Do you know how it feels to break every bone in your fucking body? Quackity said he’d make every fucking day of my life a living hell.” He raises his axe, foot ground down on Sam’s arm, “How about I return the favor?”

Ranboo throws his enderpearl.

He raises his sword, braces against the vibrations running up his arms as the axe crashes down on it with a grimace as he readies himself to fight. Dream draws back for a second- “‘Boo?’

“Ranboo, run,” Sam shouts behind him, pulling his arm to his chest as he moves to stand, “Get out of here-”

“No, no, I think he can stay,” Dream’s eyes flash, harden. “Figures that he’d play the traitor once again, doesn’t it Ranboo?”

“I was never your ally-”

“You and the rest of this damned server, ‘Boo,” He laughs dangerously, draws back as Sam gets to his feet. Ranboo watches as he kicks up Sam’s sword, catching it in his left hand. “Oh well. As much as I would’ve liked to take another life-”

A flash of blue-green, and there’s someone else standing there, a crossbow loosely held in one hand, smiling lazily through his hair.

“-it looks like my ride out is here.”

“You’ve made quite  the mess,” Wilbur drawls, rolling his eyes at the man beside him, “I have to say- I’m a little impressed.”

“Wil,” Dream breathes, shoulders visibly falling, looking at the other man with a sort of soft-edged reverence that makes Ranboo shift uncomfortably at the sight. It feels off, wrong, to see him go from a raging, frothing thing to someone docile, expression filled with a mockery of adoration.

“We’ll be off then, gentlemen,” Wilbur salutes with one hand, lips quirking up. “No hard feelings, Ranboo, Sam,” he nods at each of them with their names and tosses an enderpearl into the horizon, Dream doing so at the same time, “We’ll see you around.”

Ranboo watches, lungs heaving, as they disappear.

“...you know, Sam, I think we might be in a little bit of trouble.”

[cyncerity]

TOMMY FINALLY TALKING TO RANBOO FOR THE FIRST TIME LIKE “sup motherfucker give me my damn house back” ranboos like THIS LITTLE DUDE IS ALIVE?!? Tommy’s like that isn’t important rn give me my home

(I have a feeling these asks were sent by the same person, but if they weren’t it’s kinda funny they were sent at the same time and have the same writing style lmao)

Ranboo would freak out, definitely. He’s definitely noticed this weird doll that Tubbo always carries around, but he hasn’t ever mentioned it. He’s just kind of learned to live with its existence. Even if he thinks he’s going crazy cause the dolls expression keeps changing. So yeah, let’s have Ranboo meet Tommy >:)

“So what do you want me to do?”

“Just close your eyes and hold out your hands! It’s not that hard, bossman.”

Ranboo begrudgingly squeezed his eyes shut and held out his open palms. It’s not as if he didn’t trust Tubbo, it’s just that Tubbo could be…weird, and he was a bit nervous for his “surprise.” Ok, maybe more than a bit.

…

In all fairness, screaming might not have been the right response. But what else was Ranboo supposed to do with the talking doll in front of him? He hadn’t tried to scream, it was a natural reaction! It definitely wasn’t what Ranboo had in mind when Tubbo had said he wanted to “show him something cool”.

Tubbos hands went immediately over Ranboo’s eyes and mouth, at which point Ranboo heard the same, unfamiliar voice he had heard earlier mumble “fuckin rude” before Tubbo whispered to him. “Shhh! We don’t need to call extra attention to ourselves, do you want your brother to come in here! What the hell?”

Ranboo dropped the doll on his lap and pried Tubbos hands off his face. “What do you mean ‘what the hell’?? That-“ Ranboo pointed to the doll, which was now on his lap, crossing its arms and staring at him, and not moving, strangely enough, “just talked! I should be the one asking you ‘what the hell’! Why’s it alive?!”

“First of all, he’s not an ‘it,’ he’s a ‘he.’ And his name is Tommy. Second of all, hes my other best friend, so you’d better get used to him. And the only way to do that is to talk to him.” Ranboo grumbled at Tubbo before picking up the doll in a fist and holding it up. “Tommy” just continued to stare at Ranboo, and it clicked to Ranboo that the doll hadn’t moved at all since he dropped him. Maybe it wasn’t the doll that had been talking, maybe it was something else? Had he been wrong? Ranboo looked back at Tubbo, exasperated.

“It looks like your ‘friend’ doesn’t want to make much of an effort towards friendship either.” Tubbo rolled his eyes and sighed. “You have to close your eyes, big man. He can’t move or talk if anyone’s looking at him.” “This has to be a prank-“ “Just do it!!” Ranboo huffed in frustration and closed his eyes again.

The doll spoke out again almost immediately. “Fucking finally!” Tommy shouted before sighing as he saw Ranboo’s jaw drop and his eyebrows raise. “Ranboo, listen, the whole ‘eye contact’ thing is a long story, and why I’m alive is an even longer story, but I need to know if you still have that dollhouse that your therapist sold you.” Ranboo thought about it for a bit before putting the pieces together. “…I took your house, didn’t I?”

“Not necessarily,” Tubbo said. “I told Aunt Puffy she could sell it before I found out that the dolls that lived there were alive. So they’re kinda homeless. We didn’t even want to tell you in the first place. No offense, but you seem pretty stressed out, and memory problems and cursed dolls don’t mix well.” Ranboo only had a short amount of time to linger on the guilt in Tubbos voice before the doll piped up again. “The problem is, we don’t know how to get the house back into Tubbos basement without looking suspicious. Tubbo’s dad has turned the basement, where the house was, into his personal office, anyways. Neither of us want his family questioning why he would suddenly want the house back, since we’re not sure how they would respond to living dolls-“ “Wait, dolls? As in more than just you?” Ranboo interrupted. “Yes, more than just me, keep up, dumbass. Anyways, my family wanted to just move here since they don’t have any particular attachment to Tubbo. And it’s not like I do, Tubbos the clingy one, not me, it’s just that your brother is terrifying and our last meeting didn’t go…great. So your house is out. Any other ideas?”

Ranboo didn’t know what the doll was talking about until he recalled the last time Tubbo had brought the blonde doll to his house. At the time, Ranboo had found it odd that Dream playfully tossing the doll around had resulted in Tubbo almost breaking down in tears, but he now understood how badly that could’ve ended.

“Dream didn’t mean it like that, he couldn’t have known, I’m sorry-“ Ranboo said before being interrupted by the voice again. “I don’t need you to be sorry, I need you to think! What the hell do we do about this?”

“Actually, uuuhhhh…” “Tommy.” Ranboo nodded quickly before returning to his thoughts. “Actually, Tommy, I might have an idea…”

~~~~~~~~

“So why are we here exactly?” Wilbur said. Tommy had left everyone extremely confused after he spontaneously decided to gather everyone for a family meeting, only to direct them onto the floor and say “follow me.” They had assumed Tommy wanted to talk more about their house after he told them they couldn’t get it back nor live in Ranboo’s house, but instead they now found themselves walking down the hallway towards god knows where. It’s not exactly like they had bothered to explore the house.

“Tommy, this is risky.” Techno muttered. “What if the humans come down the hall?” “It’s 3:30 in the morning, Blade, we’ll be fine.” Tommy retorted.

“I have to agree with Techno on this one, Toms. This is really risky.” Phil said. “It’ll be worth it, I promise, just follow me!” Tommy began to walk faster towards wherever as the rest of the SBI looked at each other and sighed before catching up to Tommy.

After a few more minutes of walking, the dolls came upon a door. Tommy knocked on it a few times before it swung backwards and he ushered his family in in front of him. The three of them looked up and froze, for once not because of someone’s stare, but from shock.

Above them stood Tubbo and Ranboo, doing their best to plaster shingles and mini columns to a model doll house that sat on a table. It looked like a sort of log cabin, complete with fake snow, but was so much bigger than their previous house. It took up half the room, and the half it didn’t take up was paved with wires that seemed to spout from the bottom of the house.

“What- what is this?” Phil gaped. “We felt really bad that we couldn’t get your house back, so we wanted to make up for it!” Ranboo nodded along as Tubbo spoke, both continuing to keep their eyes off the dolls and locked on the mini mansion. “I told my aunt that me and Ranboo should do some sort of ‘therapeutic bonding activity,’ which she bought. So we looked around a bunch for doll houses that would be correct to your size, but we couldn’t find any that where exact. So I had my friend Foolish 3D print out some custom walls and stuff. And we ordered the rest of the furniture and other supplies on Amazon.”

“Well, not all of it.” Ranboo said. “We still wanted your input on what it should look like on the inside. There’s all sorts of furniture and mini wallpapers we can buy online or make ourselves.”

“The electricity was a bitch, though,” Tubbo interjects, gesturing to the mess of wires on the floor. “Just be thankful you’ve got automatic lights and a heating system. We didn’t really see the need for running water or a tiny fridge, though, since you guys don’t seem to need food or showers.” Phil, Wilbur, and Techno looked on in varying levels of excitement and awe as Tommy looked at them with a proud smirk on his face. Phil looked over to his son, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, before he pulled Tommy into a tight hug, Wilbur and surprisingly Techno shortly after.

“Well,” Wilbur said, “looks like we’ve got a few decisions to make here.”

To say Schlatt and Puffy were confused when they walked in in the morning to find Ranboo and Tubbo passed out over the mini house, dolls strewn about the room, and over a hundred online orders of different fabrics, stickers, and doll furniture would be an understatement.

[hualian-blessing]

okay my not so hot take before mcc15 comes in like a week or two.

i hope big streamers will not like make a big deal on people using glitches in games??? like i think (im sorry, i usually don't blame anyone when it comes to mcc14 drama but no matter where you look, there's someone to blame for this instance) one of the prime examples of this was the dream team's commentary to the vods after mcc14. they should have known that stans WILL attack the person they complained about and even though they've been told that maybe it wasn't a good idea on reacting it live yet they ignored it (i think sapnap said it's fine somewhere in the analysis aftermath event) though they didn't mean it to end up like the dumpsterfire mcc14 became.

they're huge streamers and they should have acted professionally when it comes to this types of games. sure, being competitive is fun and exciting cuz you can have this some sort of adrenaline within you that pushes you to win but calling out on hbomb and scott for their "cheating" and admittance of beta-testing in front of 100k viewers each was really a bad idea. look how much people sent hate comments, death threats and homophobic slurs to both hbomb and scott during and after their analysis stream.

don't get me wrong, it's kinda frustrating that the team i rooted for didn't won (red rabbits will always be my winners) but it's not the first time that teams won through glitches??? for example, wilbur glitch. tons of people do this intentionally or accidentally. i mean, look at quackity back in mcc11 i believe. he tried to wilbur glitch in rocket spleef and made it until the last minute because someone removed his block. or pearl with the hole in the wall which i think was the same glitch that hbomb did??? (please help me remember this one lmao). anyways, she did the glitch accidentally and she was nervous about it but others only laughed it off or jokingly complained about it and it was all fun and games!

by rules, hbomb didn't really cheat as the server is most likely an anti-cheat one so it would detect if he actually cheated and it was said that its literally a minecraft glitch so its not noxcrew's fault for that glitch. if wilbur and others would use the wilbur glitch to their advantage, surely hbomb can also use the glitch to his advantage? it would be selective seeing if you say that hbomb shouldn't do it.

anyways, back on the topic. like i said, if big streamers or content creators like the dream team made an issue on this, you bet your asses that twitter would raise hell because of it. maturity and proper sportsmanship should be needed in the mcc because of how much of a deal it is to fans and one wrong move can ruin viewer's enjoyment. look at tommy as an example, he has been in the mcc since the second mcc of season 1, and he blew up as fast, if not, faster than dream yet i think it was due to how he's surrounded by friends who are experienced and veterans in the entertainment platform such as techno, phil, and wilbur (who all participated in a similar event as mcc which was minecraft mondays) that he didn't react too much on the drama and kept it cool. we could see that when he was disappointed at the result of ace race of mcc14 but he didn't really react negatively towards scott nor the crew and this is how proper behavior of being a competitor works. is it the dream team's fault for what happened to mcc14? uh (please don't kill me-) yeah. technically yeah it is half of their fault that they fueled the drama more to a huge amount of people but it's also mostly the toxic stans fault as well for making the situation even worse and too much out of control. i just wished they (dream team) think of what they do next instead of saying it then regretting it soon after. like i said again, im pretty sure they didnt want that to happen as they're still friends with them (or at least friends of their friends) and didn't want them to be hurt by the dream team's actions.

what's the point of this post? it's to avoid what happened to mcc14 that may or may not happen again to mcc15. it's all fun and games in the end of the day and no one would lose nor gain anything except maybe bragging rights or hurt pride.

[frostedfaves]

First Date

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Requested by @imnotasuperhero: I guess you want romance request?? Make it Steve and reader's first date that turn out a disaster 😂😂😂 Nothing like fluff and crack. ✨💕

warnings: brief vomiting at the end

A/N: this didn’t turn out to be the complete crack!fic I was going to go for but it is full of that tooth rotting fluff I promised @creepingwolfberry so...basically what I’m saying is you’re welcome lmao. also this took forever to write but I’m glad I got it out before Halloween!

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You’re going on a date with Captain America. A date with Steve “I’ve been frozen for seven decades” Rogers. You find yourself wondering if this was a good idea, taking on a romantic role with a man who was so out of place in the current world. Then you remember the way his muscles subtly flexed under his tight shirt and the soft yet anxious expression as he waited for your response and yeah. This is going to be great.

Steve had invited you to be his date at a Halloween party/dance, and knowing it was his first time celebrating the holiday in the modern world, you wanted it to be a good one. You’d done one last check of your costume in the mirror just as your apartment buzzer went off. After confirming it was your date, you quickly ran to get your phone to slip into one of the pockets of your white dress, running back to the door when you heard a knock.

“Hey!” Steve greeted you as soon as he saw you, his eyes wandering over your body. “You look...much different than the last time I saw you, but still amazing.”

“Thanks! Jennifer’s Body,” you gestured to yourself in a flustered fashion. “I decided to go with her look earlier in the night, because I knew I wouldn’t feel like scrubbing off fake blood later.”

“Sounds gory.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, a frown settling on your features as you took in his long sleeved black tee and black pants. “You look almost the same. Where’s your costume?”

“Oh, in the trunk. It’s hard to drive with it on. So, are you ready to go?”

You nodded and he stepped back into the hallway as you came out, waiting until your door was locked to offer an arm to you. He walked you down to an impressive car that seemed not at all his style, opening the door for you with a charming smile before getting in the driver’s side.

“I apologize if I seem a little awkward tonight. This is my first date in quite some time, and I still have some things to figure out.” He breaks the silence at the first red light you come across, and you meet his eyes with a smile.

“That’s okay, Steve. If I’m being honest, I still have things to figure out myself.”

His shoulders seemed to relax a bit, his fingers loosening their grip on the steering wheel, and you couldn’t help but cheer yourself on a bit in your mind. Oh yeah, this is going great.

-

You were arriving about an hour after the event started, but were able to find a pretty decent parking spot. Steve asked you to wait while he jogged adorably around the car to open your door again, and you thanked him with a kiss on the cheek to see a pretty blush spread across his pale cheeks. You busied yourself with making sure your phone was silenced to avoid any date disruptions, turning back to Steve when you heard the trunk close.

“Are you ready to--oh my god.”

A laugh was spilling out of you before you could stop it, only getting louder the longer you looked at his costume addition, to the point where tears were threatening to break free. You felt bad for laughing when you noticed his confusion, but you couldn’t help it.

Steve was dressed as a Dorito.

“I’m so--I’m sorry,” you managed, gasping for air as you came down from the humor. “I’ve just never seen something so accurate.”

“What do you mean?” he questioned curiously, and you fought the urge to laugh again. “Sam said this was my best option, a costume that you would love to see me in.”

“Well, he wasn’t wrong. Look.” You did a quick Google search and handed your phone to Steve. “You’re a tortilla chip, babe.”

Your light chuckles died down as you realized Steve was completely silent, and you looked up to see a shy smile directed at you, framed by his rosy cheeks.

“What?”

“Nothing, sorry.” He cleared his throat loudly as he gave your phone back, blushing even more when his hand touched yours. “I’ve never been called ‘babe’ before and I don’t know if it was because it came from you, but I really liked it.”

“Oh.” You busied yourself with tucking your phone away again, too shy to meet his eyes, but you quickly turned back when you noticed him adjusting the chip. “What are you doing?”

“Taking this off. I don’t want to be laughed at when we get in there.”

“You’re Captain America! You could easily break all of them in half. Besides…” Your hands covered his as you helped get his chip back in place over his torso. “It’d be weird to show up to a costume party with no costume.”

-

“Okay.” You stood up from the table with a grin, holding your hand out to Steve. “Let’s get out there.”

Steve took your hand as he stood, eyes nervously flickering over to the crowd for a second. “Full disclosure, I don’t know how to dance.”

“Why did you offer to take me to a dance if you don’t know how?” you asked with a lightly teasing smile.

“I never got the chance to before. Thought it would be nice to try.”

“Alright, let’s try.”

You pulled him into the crowd, picking a busy area so he didn’t feel too on-the-spot, but leaving enough room to avoid poking anyone in the eye with his costume. You’d come out in the middle of a slow song which he did well with, but the real challenge came with the faster songs.

“Ouch!” you cried out as Steve stepped on your foot for the third time in two minutes, followed by red cheeks and rushed apologies.

“I feel like we should stop. I keep hurting you.”

“We definitely should,” you huffed lightly as you adjusted your sore toes in your shoe. “But I’m determined to teach you some form of rhythm in the near future, Rogers.”

“Deal,” he laughs. “Are you hungry? I was thinking maybe we could find a quieter place to sit, somewhere I can get to know you without injuring you even more.”

You agreed, and the two of you set out to find a place that was still open for dine-in. You discovered a small hole-in-the-wall pizza place, ordering a personal size of your favorite and a large pepperoni and sausage for Steve.

“So,” you began when your server dropped the food off. “What would you like to know about me?”

“Everything, but that’s a lot to ask on the first date.” He laughs again, and you can’t help but smile at the way his eyes light up because of it. “So how about we start here...what makes you happy?”

“Wow, okay.”

“If it’s too invasive--”

“No, no!” You chuckled a bit. “Just didn’t think you were gonna go all Dr. Phil with it.”

“Dr. Phil?”

“I’ll send you some links, don’t worry,” you promised, taking a sip of your drink and clearing your throat. “In the meantime, let’s get deep!”

The two of you talked, laughed and ate the rest of your pizza until the restaurant started closing, and you were forced to walk back to Steve’s car. You watched him with an amused smile as he put his Dorito back in the trunk, becoming a bit shy again when he opened the car door for you. You were back in front of your apartment building in no time, way too soon for both of you.

“Thanks for taking me out tonight. I had fun, even though you tried to crush my feet,” you joked, grateful that he laughed along.

“I’m still very sorry about that, but I appreciate you sticking around anyway. Maybe our next date can be a dance class.”

“Are you saying you want to see me again, Rogers?” you teased, leaning in and gripping the front of his shirt to pull him toward you.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying” left his lips in a mumble as he placed a hand on your hip and closed the distance between you.

The kiss was everything you expected it to be, pleasant with you in the lead because Steve was still figuring it out as he went along. When you finally pulled away, you had one arm around his neck and both of his were framing your waist. You grinned at him, just about to make some sarcastic comment when you felt a hot, painful ball in your stomach quickly moving upward.

“Oh no” was the last thing Steve heard before you ripped yourself out of his grasp, turning to vomit on the ground behind you.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks as soon as you finish, handing you a napkin he’d quickly dug for in the glove compartment, and you wiped your face clean with a grimace.

“Next time, I’m picking the restaurant.”

-

Tags: @littlegasps

[dvp95]

quiet on widow’s peak (6)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, mystery, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 2.9k (this chapter), 19.7k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

read this chapter on ao3 or here!

Hope my friends and I didn't make things weird for you yesterday. We're heading to the city around noon if you're still up for helping us with the boring part.

noon?? fucking alright i guess i gotta put pants on

lmao yeah, sorry. My parents woke us up at EIGHT like that's a normal time to be awake????

desgostang

What?

ill send u the link later and also no i didnt feel weird yesterday you guys are nice

That's good! And hey I wanted to ask. You were kind of put on the spot with introducing yourself, would you rather we called you Dan or Winnie? I just wanna make sure we aren't making you uncomfortable at all lmao

no its all fine you can call me dan idc and actually its best if you do call me dan when youre in my work lmao

Are you totally sure?

why would i lie abt this. dont be an idiot it isnt a good look on you

haha okay. I’ll see you around noon.

--

“Christopher is a nice boy,” Phil’s mum is telling him as she helps him with their fancy new coffeemaker. There are so many buttons and Phil is so, so tired. “And Sophie is lovely, such a soft-spoken thing. Why haven’t we met them before, dear?”

“Dunno,” Phil says instead of the truth, which is that he’d had no idea how he was supposed to introduce them. “You have now, though.”

His mum laughs and reaches up to pat his cheek. “True enough. I’m so happy that you’ve got good people around you, Philip. I’ve gotten quite worried about you down there by yourself, you know.”

“I’m not by myself,” says Phil. “I live with, like, thirty people.”

“Bunch of strangers, I’ll bet,” she says, because she knows him. ��Aside from those three.”

The thing is, she’s not wrong. Phil’s obviously exaggerating about the number of people under the roof of the creaky Brighton house, but the truth is that he can’t keep track half the time. A lot of the rooms get sublet out randomly, or a significant other will start spending so much time around the place that they might as well pay rent, and Phil really isn’t good with new people. He gets along fine with Holly and Dave, but they’ve been there as long as he has and the closest they’ve ever come to a heart-to-heart was comparing anxiety meds over burned pancakes.

Chris and Sophie were there when Phil moved in, and they’d taken one look at him and decided to just keep shoving into his space until he liked having them there, like they were on a mission to adopt PJ’s sad, ghost-obsessed friend from the internet.

“You might be right,” Phil says, feeling a smile tug at his lips for the first time all morning. He’s already had a coffee - and a half, when PJ declared that not even Kath could make coffee taste good and shoved the rest of his Phil’s way - but he still doesn’t feel fully awake. “I’m only really friends with Chris and Soph because of PJ.”

“PJ is a good friend to you, isn’t he?” his mum hums. That slightly pointed tone doesn’t get to Phil the way it usually does, because he knows that she’s just trying to understand him.

It doesn’t escape Phil’s notice that he’s looking into a mirror whenever he sees his parents watching him carefully, waiting for him to tell them something he hasn’t explicitly said, because he’s been doing the exact same thing to his housemates for nearly two years.

Maybe he’ll tell his parents when he’s got someone serious or even, like, semi-serious. Longer than two dates would be a record at this point. But right now he already feels like he’s been one misstep away from disappointing them, and he doesn’t want to take the gamble that his sexuality will be that misstep.

He’s not up for this conversation, though, isn’t sure he’ll ever be, so he just says, “Yeah, he is.”

--

Dan is late. They’re so late, actually, that Phil’s wheel of worst case scenarios has been spinning silently and getting faster and faster the more caffeine he chugs. They roll in with flushed cheeks and a jacket that looks too thin, apologies on their shiny lips that Phil doesn’t even hear for a couple of seconds because he’s too busy staring at them.

“No worries,” Sophie says, interrupting their rambling before they lose another half hour to it. “You want something? I’m getting a refill.”

“No, no, let me,” says Dan. They shrug off their jacket and hang it on one of the empty chairs. Phil and his friends have co-opted the largest table in the place so they can spread out with their laptops and notebooks, and it doesn’t escape Phil’s notice that Dan has decided to sit next to him when they’ve got a couple of options. “I get free drinks if Gabe’s in a good mood. Anyone else need a refill?”

“Me,” Chris says, not looking up from his screen. “Not Phil. He’s cut off.”

“Hey,” Phil protests weakly. His heart rate really has picked up since they sat down, so he knows Chris has a point.

Dan grins, their soft cheeks giving way to the dimples that Phil is very quickly growing obsessed with. He just wants to make Dan smile and laugh constantly, to hear them cackle and see all the lines in their round face deepen with happiness.

Right. Phil watched a horror movie with PJ instead of unpacking this fluttering start of a crush last night, and now he’s just got to deal with it for the rest of the day.

As if it’s a compulsion, Dan clears the empty mugs from their table before heading up to the counter. Phil focuses on the EMF readings so he doesn’t get caught up on Dan holding four mugs by the handles with total ease.

PJ has got headphones on and his eyes closed, so he might not even have noticed that Dan is there. He’s been going through Sophie’s footage and his own audio recordings to try and find some anomalies while Chris looks for the weird visual stuff - they’re a great team at that, and it makes Phil feel like he’s not doing enough. Sure, he could find those things on his own, but not as quickly as they can when it’s a team effort, and they’re on a bit of a tight schedule here. Well, his housemates are. They’ve got actual jobs to get back to once the weekend is over.

Allegedly, Sophie is doing research on sigils, but it looks to Phil like she’s just doodling. Not that he really blames her if she is. He’s barely been paying attention to the chart he’s making of spikes in electromagnetism because he’s been so busy watching the door for Dan.

And Dan looks… good. They’re wearing chunky boots and a shirt that falls to their thighs - a dress, maybe, but it looks like a regular black t-shirt that got extended at the hem - with tight white jeans. The only colour on them is the plaid shirt around their waist and the shiny red product on their lips to match it. Phil watches them lean against the counter and grin at the older barista, and he’s so distracted by looking at their profile that he startles when a foot connects with his under the table.

“Stop staring,” Sophie says, quiet and smiling. “He’s going to notice.”

Phil considers correcting her, but then he remembers that he probably doesn’t have to. Dan had said any pronouns, that they didn’t care how they were referred to, so it would definitely be weirder to act like he knows better than Sophie.

He knows he won’t be able to use masculine terms for Dan. Not because they aren’t true, because he’s pretty sure they’re no less accurate than neutral or feminine would be, but because thinking of Dan as a maculine person is only going to allow Phil’s brain to fall into the familiar traps of gender in ways he doesn’t want to allow.

Gay monkey brain doesn’t need any more leeway in finding Dan attractive, that’s for damn sure.

“So, what are we doing?” Dan asks, interrupting Phil’s thoughts, and, wow, four mugs is a lot more impressive when they’re full of hot liquid. Phil marvels at Dan’s ability not to trip and spill it all as they dole out the coffee and teas.

“I’m doing the boring part,” says Phil. He turns his screen so Dan can see the Excel spreadsheet and laughs at the face they make. “Yeah. It's not glamorous, but it's the easiest way to find patterns in the EMF readings. Honestly, most of my job is just staring at things and finding patterns in them. Like, uh, what's that guy? With the butterfly splotches?"

"Worcestershire," Chris suggests.

"Rorschach," Dan corrects him, lips twitching like they aren't sure if they're allowed to laugh in Chris' face or not.

“That’s exactly what I said,” says Chris.

“You know EMF meters don’t have anything to do with ghosts, right?” Dan asks, ignoring Chris completely and leaning a bit closer to Phil to get a better look at his laptop. “I mean, none of this has anything to do with ghosts, really, but you’re more or less just measuring electricity.”

Phil is aware of that. He wonders if Dan thinks he just stumbles into haunted houses with equipment he hasn’t researched and waits to be spooked. He’s too distracted by how close Dan is and how good they smell to work up to proper offense, though. “Yeah,” he says simply. “But don’t you think it’s weird that the place still has electricity to begin with? Who’s paying for that?”

“A Wilkins, I’d imagine.”

“But why? If they’ve forgotten about the property or abandoned it on purpose, surely they wouldn’t still pay the bills.”

“Maybe they don’t handle their own finances,” Dan suggests. “How rich were these assholes?”

“I honestly don’t know,” says Phil. He taps his fingers in an erratic pattern on the edge of his laptop, trying to spark something in his mind.

It’s almost disappointing when Dan pulls away to dig out their own sleek Macbook out of their messenger bag, but Phil is also glad for it. He can think a lot easier when the warm scent of spice and mint isn’t clogging his brain.

Dan slots into the work as easily as if a space was left for them. They’ve got dozens of tabs open already and they start to go through them, cross-referencing magic things with Sophie in quiet tones and digging deeper into the Wilkins family than Phil ever would have thought to. Every so often they tap Phil on the arm and drag him into whatever rabbithole they’ve fallen down, chatting animatedly.

Phil knows, objectively, that Dan is a fan of his and that Dan is weird about research. It’s another thing entirely to watch it happen in real time, to see Dan pull up local census PDFs from the eighties and explain why chaos magic is bullshit in the same breath.

An hour or so goes by like that, all of them working on their own things with minimal words exchanged by everybody but Dan, and then Chris shouts loud enough to make the barista jump. Nobody else is in the coffee shop right now, which is lucky, because Dan’s got a hand over their chest and Sophie has slopped tea down her front. PJ, with his headphones on, simply cracks an eye open.

“What the fuck was that about?” Phil asks, putting his own palm against his chest to feel his heart race. Dan raises their eyebrows and looks at Phil, seemingly distracted from the startling, wordless exclamation.

They don’t get a chance to say whatever they’re thinking, though, because Chris is turning his laptop to the rest of the table and grinning wide like the Cheshire Cat. “I found something.”

Everybody gathers round, PJ getting up to lean over the back of Phil’s chair and Sophie getting so far into Dan’s personal space that Phil is certain they’re uncomfortable with it, and then Chris presses play upside down. It’s part of Sophie’s footage, Phil standing in the dim foyer and looking frustrated. Even without sound, Phil can tell that this is when he was arguing with Sophie about going upstairs. He squints, but he can’t see whatever it is that’s got Chris being so loud.

“What am I looking at?” PJ asks when the short clip ends, and Dan hums an agreement. Chris makes a frustrated noise like they’re being obtuse on purpose and rewinds to the beginning.

"There," Chris says, excited like he hasn't been since they got to Manchester. He taps his finger against the laptop screen. "D'you see it? D'you see the shadow?"

Now that Chris has pointed it out, Phil does see something. He moves his own laptop and notebook out of the way to pull Chris’ closer with a frown. Chris lets him do that, bouncing in his seat a little bit.

“That’s straight up a person,” Phil says slowly, tracing the outline of the shadow with the mouse. It’s behind him, in the entry to the kitchen, and it looks tall. Quite a bit taller than Phil, anyway, if he’s remembering that doorframe correctly. He decides to measure it next time they go so he isn’t going off memory. “I knew we weren’t alone in there. Like. I’m not crazy, that’s a human being.”

“That’s what I thought,” says Chris. “But press play.”

So Phil presses play. He watches the shadow stay perfectly still in the kitchen doorway until, suddenly, it’s not there anymore. He blinks, rewinds, and watches it disappear again.

Phil’s caffeinated brain is firing on all cylinders now. He grins and shoves his sleeves up to his elbows before he starts fiddling with the clip. The lighting gets played with until the shadow is more obvious and then he slows it down to 0.25 times speed to see if the shadow really just vanishes.

He presses play again. This time, with a very slow-motion Phil talking in the foreground, he sees the shadow move. It runs sideways, further into the house.

“What the fuck?” Dan breathes.

“We are not going back there without some serious protection,” PJ says, even firmer on the topic now.

“What, like sigils?” Dan asks, their pretty eyes wide even as they scoff. “You’d be better off with a fucking, like, baseball bat, mate. That doesn’t look like something that wants to be your friend.”

“I’ve got a crowbar in PJ’s trunk,” Phil says, absent-minded as he plays with the clip some more.

“Excuse me? When did you put that in my car?”

“Couple months ago.”

“Huh. How have I not noticed?”

“You’re not the most observant person I’ve ever met,” says Phil. He looks up at Chris, who’s got the same exhilarated look that Phil is sure he’s mirroring. They don’t get evidence like this very often, something so clearly there that it’s even got a skeptic’s mind racing. Phil exports the edited clip and then the original, putting them both into the Cloud and emailing them to himself. “Was this the only time you saw it?”

Chris nods, accepting his laptop back when Phil is done with it. “I’ll look through everything again, now that I know what I’m looking for and all, but I think that’s it.”

“Okay, cool.” Phil looks around at his friends and Dan, beaming. “Something weird is happening. I love it when something weird is happening.”

“I hate it when something weird is happening,” PJ says, which is a blatant lie.

“Well, we can’t go snooping around until it’s darker out, anyhow,” Sophie reminds them.

“Wait, we’re snooping?” Dan asks, their voice going up an entire octave in disbelief. “Like… you just saw that someone is there and probably not happy about people sneaking around, right? Don’t you have enough for a video already?”

“We’re spending the night,” says Phil. “It’s what we do.”

“It’s what you do,” PJ corrects him.

“Okay, yeah, you guys don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’m coming,” says PJ.

As if she can’t hear them bickering, Sophie turns to Dan with a sweet smile, her eyes twinkling with the same excitement in Chris’. They love this, just like Phil does. “What about you, Dan?” she asks. “Are you going to have a ghost sleepover with us?”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” Dan says, their eyes still glued to the back of Chris’ laptop like they can see the shadow through it.

“Guess you don’t have anything to be afraid of, then,” says Chris.

“Uh, axe murderers, maybe?”

“We know what we’re doing, Dan,” Phil reassures them. He reaches a hand out to pat at their arm, feeling a bit awkward about it. “But you don’t have to come with us if you’re scared.”

That makes Dan’s gaze shift. Suddenly, those brown eyes are staring right into Phil’s soul, defiant and beautiful and impossible to look away from.

“Who said I was fucking scared?”

[blissedoutphil]

Can You Milk A...?

“Men can be milked.” - actual Phil here

Hello, long time no fics huh....yeah sorry about that :’) but I’m back for now!! Just in time to see tumblr delete nsfw blogs lmao :-)

Anyway! I wrote half of this right after that video was uploaded, but then I kinda abandoned everything and now I finally completed it! Sorry for taking forever, especially to all u anons who prompted for this fic!! I hope this was worth the wait. But sorry if it aint as good, I’m kinda rusty after my hiatus omg :x

3566 words of top!Dan, bottom!Phil, slight d/s dynamics, bondage, milking, blowjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

~or read on ao3!~

“What the fuck was that comment for?”

“Which one?” Phil answered, standing up to turn the camera off.

“You know which one,” Dan folded his arms, eyebrow arched in judgement.

“I mean I wasn’t lying,” Phil shrugged and winked at his boyfriend cheekily, “you should know that.”

Dan frowned, but he couldn’t stop the blush spreading on his cheeks as he got reminded of the last time they got a little kinky. Months ago before the tour started, Phil had made sure to give Dan so many orgasms in a row that he’d be sated for the tour. Dan made it to four before he came dry and passed out. But it was some of the best sex he ever had, and he made sure to bring the toys Phil used on him on tour in case he craved for a good milking again.

Coming out of that recollection, an idea formed in Dan’s mind.

“Let’s test it out to see if it really is the truth then,” he said nonchalantly as he got up and moved closer to Phil.

Phil looked at him inquisitively as he straddled his lap, not objecting to his advancements.

“You wanna be milked again?” Phil asked, smirking as he gripped Dan’s waist tightly.

Dan mouthed at Phil’s neck, lips softly trailing down to Phil’s clavicle. He loved being under Phil’s control, letting Phil take over and decide how much pleasure he’ll get. But today, he was in the mood to switch things up. And he was going to let Phil figure that out himself.

He bit down on Phil’s collarbone and Phil groaned, mumbling something about having to hide the hickey. But Dan couldn’t care less as he sucked on the bruise forming there.

Dan ground his hips, feeling Phil’s cock hardening through their clothes. Phil’s grip on his hips tightened, trying to take control and stop his movements. Dan allowed him for a while, to let Phil think he’s still in charge. He got off of Phil’s lap, beckoning Phil to stand with him.

Dan walked backwards to the bed, pulling Phil along with him. Just before he reached the bed, he quickly turned them around and pushed Phil onto the bed. Phil gasped as he fell on his back, not expecting it at all. Dan placed his hands on either side of Phil’s head, his knees digging into the sheets by Phil’s hips. Phil was effectively trapped under Dan’s body, and he looked up into his boyfriend’s lust blown brown eyes as he realised what was about to happen.

Dan smirked, seeing Phil’s eyes widen as he finally caught up to his plan, “We know I could do it, but let’s try it on you now to see if men can be milked.”

He reconnected their lips and snaked a hand underneath Phil’s shirt. Phil gasped into Dan’s mouth as Dan’s cold fingertips explored his skin, light touches tickling his ribs before landing on his nipples. Phil bucked his hips up involuntarily when Dan tweaked his nipples, tugging and twisting them one after the other until they hardened.

Phil was always impatient when he was bottom. He squirmed under Dan to take his shirt off, and Dan helped him undress. The more impatient and restless Phil got, the more Dan liked to take his time. Dan loved to see Phil wrecked and completely needy before they barely started.

So when Phil began undoing the buttons on his jeans, Dan smacked his fingers away. He pushed Phil back down and slowly palmed him through his jeans, lips lingering on his jaw. Phil huffed, patience already wearing thin. He bucked his hips into Dan’s hand rubbing along his clothed erection. Phil soon became completely hard, uncomfortably constricted by his tight jeans.

“Dan,” he panted impatiently into Dan’s mouth, knowing Dan was going slow on purpose.

Dan ignored Phil, opting to suck on his nipples instead. Phil knew that Dan would use his impatience against him, so he tried his best to settle down and not fidget around. When Dan was satisfied with Phil’s behaviour, he finally helped Phil take his pants off, licking his lips when he saw Phil’s cock spring out of his underwear.

Dan sat up on Phil’s slightly spread thighs. Phil was usually in charge, but he knew how to be a good sub too, albeit needy and impatient at times. He placed his hands above his head, one hand grabbing onto his other wrist tightly to show Dan that he won’t touch himself unless given permission.

Dan smiled at Phil’s obedience as he took in the sight before him. Phil’s cock twitched in anticipation, eyes wide as he gazed at his boyfriend and wondered what his next move was going to be.

Dan wrapped his hand around the base of Phil’s cock and Phil inhaled sharply, willing himself to lay still and not buck up into Dan’s hand. Dan very slowly, too slow in Phil’s opinion, moved his hand up along Phil’s shaft, the steady pressure and grip tight enough to make Phil exhale loudly in pleasure.

When Dan reached Phil’s tip, he let go completely instead of giving a downstroke. He smirked when Phil whined slightly in frustration. He kept up the slow upstrokes, building Phil up to his orgasm excruciatingly slowly.

Phil was already flushed, cheeks slightly pink as he looked down to see his boyfriend teasing him with the slowest handjob ever. He was so tempted to grab his own dick and jerk himself off, but he gripped onto his wrist above his head tighter.

Dan finally started stroking Phil’s cock properly when Phil’s chest started to glisten a little from sweat. Phil moaned gratefully, feeling himself leak his first spurt of precum.

Dan slicked Phil’s cock with his precum as he continued jerking him off. Phil’s cock was red and throbbing already, and Dan mercifully picked up his pace. He watched as Phil bit his lip to muffle his moans. Phil’s thighs were trembling slightly under him, and his knuckles were white as he gripped tightly onto his wrist.

Phil’s moans became more high pitched as Dan continued stroking him, and Dan knew all too well that it meant that Phil was going to come undone soon. He stroked Phil even faster, his other hand moving to fondle Phil’s balls. He thumbed at Phil’s slit every time he reached the cockhead. Phil moaned louder at that, and he looked on at his boyfriend desperately, seeking permission to come.

Dan smirked slightly before he bent down, taking Phil into his mouth fully. Phil let out a string of begs right then, incoherent phrases where all Dan could hear was please and Dan.

Dan sucked on his boyfriend’s cock for a bit before he sat back up. The moment he told Phil he could come, Phil released himself all over Dan’s hand that was still moving along his shaft. Phil moaned gratefully as Dan stroked him through his orgasm. His hand finally loosened his grip on his wrist and he melted into the sheets in his post-orgasm bliss.

But Dan didn’t let him rest for long. Merely a few seconds passed and his hand was back on Phil’s sensitive cock. Phil mewled and tried to get away from Dan but Dan was still sitting on his thighs. He gulped as he saw the smirk on Dan’s face.

Before Phil could prepare himself for what he knew was about to come, Dan had started rubbing his tip. Phil squealed as Dan polished his cockhead, his flat palm rubbing continuous circles on his reddened tip. Phil felt so sensitive and ticklish, and he wriggled around throughout the post-orgasm torture. When Dan squeezed his tip, he couldn’t bear it any longer. He brought his hand down on instinct to swat Dan’s hand away.

Dan tutted disapprovingly, and Phil looked up at him with wide doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as he could.

“You know better than that, don’t you?” Dan patronised, tightening his grip on the base of Phil’s cock but not moving his hand.

“Sorry!! I didn’t mean to, it won’t happen again I promise,” Phil exclaimed, his hands quickly going back above his head.

“It better not, or I would have to tie you up,” Dan warned before starting to stroke Phil again.

“Let’s see if you can beat my high score,” Dan said gleefully as he quickened his pace until Phil was fully hard again.

Phil gulped. He’d love to beat Dan at any game, but he wasn’t sure if he could come more than four times at once. He’d never done it before, and he didn’t think that his stamina was at strong as Dan’s.

Dan left the bed suddenly, and Phil had to restrain himself from whining at the loss of touch. He remained still in his position and peeked over to see Dan rummaging through his suitcase. He wondered what toy Dan actually bothered to bring on tour.

Dan hid the item behind his back when he returned to the bed. He bent down to kiss Phil deeply. Phil whined into the kiss, melting into the bed even more. He’d never get tired of kissing those beautiful plush lips.

Dan broke the kiss to reveal the toy he was hiding. He grinned when Phil blinked in surprise.

“You actually-”

“Yes, yes I actually packed it,” Dan interrupted.

Phil had never used the rubber sleeve that milked four orgasms out of Dan on himself before, but he was now excited to try it out. 

“I’m so gonna beat your high score,” Phil said confidently, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

“Don’t get too excited,” Dan chuckled, “I have control over this thing. And over you.”

Dan’s low voice sent a tingle down Phil’s spine. He spread his legs even more, showing his boyfriend that he was ready for anything he wanted to do to him.

“And just to be sure...” Dan trailed off, taking out a few ties from his suitcase.

He efficiently tied Phil’s ankles to the bed, and then Phil’s wrists to the headboard, leaving Phil feeling more exposed, especially since he was fully naked and Dan was still fully clothed.

Dan traced a finger down Phil’s cock ever so lightly, feeling it pulse beneath his fingertip. He slowly fitted the cocksleeve down, hearing Phil moan in satisfaction. The cocksleeve fit him perfectly, covering him from his base all the way to the tip of his cock. It was nice and tight, and it already felt good. He knew he’d be done for the moment Dan would turn it on.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dan asked, wiping the bit of sweat off Phil’s forehead.

“Uh-huh,” Phil breathed out and nodded.

Dan turned the toy on with a remote, immediately drawing a moan out of Phil. The rubber sleeve began moving slowly on Phil’s cock, squeezing at just the right pressure.

Dan was still planning on going slow and building Phil up to his orgasm. He giggled at Phil’s reaction. Phil was scrunching his face in pleasure, short breathy moans escaping his lips. If this was how Phil reacted to just the start, he’d never survive and beat Dan’s score. Phil should know what the toy can do since he was the one who controlled it over Dan first.

“Da-n,” Phil spoke brokenly, “f-faster!”

Dan tutted again, shaking his head. “We’re gonna go at my pace, babe.”

Phil groaned in frustration. The pressure on his cock felt good, but the movement was too slow for him to reach orgasm any time soon. His hips involuntarily bucked up, trying to get more friction with the toy.

Just then, Dan pressed a button on the remote. Phil yelped in surprise when he felt vibrations on his tip. The cocksleeve began to vibrate along with its movements up and down Phil’s cock, and even though it was still moving slow, Phil could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm already.

“Yesss,” he drawled out, fists clenching and unclenching above his head.

Dan sat by his side and observed as he turned up the vibrations. Phil was grunting and bucking his hips up, and Dan decided to speed up the milking. The moment he turned up the speed, Phil spilled all over the toy.

Phil moaned, relishing in the feel of the toy milking him through his second orgasm. The high felt way better than the first, with the vibrations making it more intense.

It soon became too much though. Once he was done coming, his cock felt sensitive. It tried to soften but couldn’t as the toy just kept on jerking him off. The friction he craved for not too long ago was now almost unbearable, and he twisted around as much as he could in his bonds, but the toy was not moving off.

“Too much,” Phil panted, even though he knew he wasn’t going to get relief. After all, he’d done the exact same to Dan, so he knew that Dan was just returning the favour.

“Really? You want to give up already? Not gonna try to beat me?” Dan questioned, slowly moving closer to the toy and pretending to come take it off.

If Phil wasn’t tied down he’d punch Dan for knowing exactly how to push his buttons. He was not going to let Dan win this.

“No,” he breathed out, “I’m gonna beat you.”

And so Dan watched in amusement as the toy continued milking Phil ruthlessly. Phil whined and whimpered through the overstimulation, until too much turned into not enough again.

When Phil was fully aroused again, Dan turned up the speed even faster. Phil couldn’t help his string of moans as the toy squeezed around his cock and milked it. The vibrations at the tip started to pulse, and Phil could feel it all the way down to his balls. 

Dan was familiar with how Phil was feeling, he remembered how intense the vibrations felt when it was used on him. He went to cup Phil’s balls to feel the vibrations and Phil instantly bucked his hips up into Dan’s hand, craving for Dan’s touch. Phil was moaning out Dan’s name, the only word filling up his mind.

“Daannnn dandan, Dan kiss me,” Phil said desperately, and how could Dan deny him when he looked and sounded downright adorable when desperate.

Dan kissed him deeply, dominating it as he bit on Phil’s bottom lip and licked into his mouth. He turned the vibrations up as he distracted Phil with his tongue and swallowed all of Phil’s whines and moans.

The third orgasm took longer to reach than the first two. Less cum dribbled out this time, and the high was not as blissful as the previous times. Dan kissed Phil through it. Phil sighed into Dan’s mouth. He was getting tired, but he refused to stop before at least reaching a tie with Dan.

“You alright to go on, baby?” Dan asked softly, hand combing through Phil’s sweaty hair.

“Yeah don’t stop,” Phil said breathlessly.

He was thankful that Dan slowed the toy down, it gave him a bit of a breather. The tingling from the overstimulation was still there, but at least it was not as unbearable as earlier. Still, Phil couldn’t help but instinctively try to close his thighs together to stop the toy. It of course didn’t work; Dan was very good at bondage.

The toy was still squeezing along his shaft on the slowest setting when Dan gave Phil a bit of water which he gratefully gulped down. His skin was damp from sweating so much, the sheets sticking to his back uncomfortably. He watched through half lidded eyes as the toy continued milking him - moving up and down, up and down. He could see his tip appear at the top every time the toy moved down, and it was so red from overuse and the constant stimulation from the vibrations. He breathed in deep, enduring the toy squeezing his oversensitive cock.

“Ready,” Phil confirmed after a while, and Dan wasted no time in increasing the speed of the toy and the vibrations all at once.

Phil groaned loud, overwhelmed by all the sensations. His toes curled as he felt himself slowly grow to full hardness in the cocksleeve again, but it was getting less pleasurable than at the beginning of the scene.

Dan seemed to understand exactly what Phil was feeling and needing. Phil wondered if his boyfriend could read his mind as he watched Dan quickly undress.

“Let’s help distract you from it feeling too much again,” Dan murmured as he climbed back on the bed, thighs bracketing either side of Phil’s head.

He stroked his own dick a couple of times, smiling down at Phil who was already eagerly sticking his tongue out for a taste. He guided himself into Phil’s open mouth, sighing in content when he was engulfed in the warmth of Phil’s mouth.

Phil moaned around Dan’s cock and tried his best to bob his head and suck as much of Dan in as he could from his position. Dan was softly praising him, which encouraged him further.

“Good boy, you’re doing so well,” Dan praised, thrusting his hips slowly into Phil’s mouth.

Dan stroked Phil’s hair lovingly as he watched Phil suck on him. He loved how Phil visibly preened every time he praised him. He never stopped his praises, even while turning the vibrations of the toy up higher. He moaned when Phil hummed around his cock appreciatively.

The faster the cocksleeve moved on Phil’s cock, the faster he worked on Dan’s cock too. He sucked hard, licking at Dan’s tip and tasting the salty precum there. 

Soon, Dan was moving so fast that Phil just laid there and took what was given to him. Dan moaned loud as he fucked Phil’s mouth, going as deep as he could until his balls smacked Phil’s chin with each thrust.

Phil relaxed his jaw and let Dan fuck him, swirling his tongue around his shaft and helping Dan reach his orgasm faster. He looked up into the adoring brown eyes that were staring back down at him. He moaned deep around Dan’s cock, letting the vibrations arouse Dan even more.

He’d missed bottoming for Dan. The look of awe on Dan’s face every time he served him. The sense of accomplishment every time he gave Dan pleasure and every time Dan praised him. Dan was a precious bottom, but he was amazing at being a top too. In that moment, Phil was so devoted to giving his boyfriend pleasure that he almost forgot the presence of the sucking and vibrating sensation on his own throbbing cock.

“Gonna,” Dan warned, and Phil hummed in response, sucking in deep to stimulate Dan’s cock further.

With a loud moan of Phil’s name, Dan came deep in Phil’s mouth. He shivered slightly as he orgasmed, feeling Phil swallow around him. He breathed harshly, and only slipped out of Phil’s mouth when he was done coming.

“That was so good, Phil,” Dan uttered breathlessly. 

He swiped a thumb across Phil’s red bottom lip before bending down to suck it into his mouth. Phil moaned into the kiss, and Dan could taste himself on Phil’s tongue.

“Love you,” Dan whispered when he broke the kiss, but before Phil had time to answer, Dan turned the toy up to its maximum.

Phil all but screamed. The sleeve was moving along his shaft so fast, vibrating and squeezing at an intoxicating pressure. Phil felt heat pool deep in his gut, orgasm rapidly approaching. Dan tweaked at Phil’s nipples, and soon enough Phil was rambling that he was close.

Dan’s hands roamed all over Phil’s moist body as Phil orgasmed for the fourth time. He gently stroked Phil’s chest and tummy, helping him to calm down. Phil came dry this time, groaning through his orgasm.

Phil felt high but so tired at the same time. He thought he was seeing stars, felt like he was floating on a cloud. He hummed gratefully at Dan’s soothing touches, stroking down his arms and his chest, grounding him from floating too far in his mind.

Before Phil could realise what was going on, Dan had already taken off the cocksleeve and untied his wrists and ankles. He looked on sleepily at Dan who was wiping his drying cum off his lower stomach. He hissed slightly even though Dan was careful and gentle when cleaning his crotch, feeling so sensitive. His soft cock was red and spent and he sure did feel overstimulated.

“Didn’t beat you,” Phil pouted, although he knew that they both knew that he could not go on. And he was thankful that Dan knew him so well to stop without him having to ask.

“A tie’s good too,” Dan said and gave Phil a quick peck on the lips.

Dan quickly put away the toys and returned to Phil who was making grabby hands at him. He brought the covers up and slid into the bed next to his boyfriend who immediately snuggled into his side.

“See, men can be milked,” Phil mumbled, yawning halfway through his sentence.

Dan chuckled and squeezed Phil impossibly closer into his chest. Phil sighed happily, feeling warm and safe in Dan’s embrace.

“Yeah yeah you’re right,” Dan planted a kiss on Phil’s head, “now go to sleep.”

[yifeiyay]

thoughts on 4h le castellet 2022:

omg tjimen on pole??

iron dames starting p3 in class hell yeah

yifei didn't get a qualy time 🤕

LETS GO

lollo balling with that off track overtake for the lead. he gave it back ofc

the lmp2s starting last already in the gte midpack? and i didn't get to see it?

yellow flag 2 min in good job everybody

the lmp2s starting last already in the lmp3 midpack? and i still didn't get to see it??

ok guys can we fcy this

oh safety car

car 3 in the pits

was lollo meant to give the place back to both tjimen and phil or just tjimen. hm.

car 69 dangling from that crane thingy makes me anxious

green flaggg

ah no tjimen's gone wide

car 14 drive through pen

sarah for the gte lead woo!!!

not car 3 pitting when the pit lane was closed?? tears??

car 66 under investigation too?

car 10 spins

everything happens so much

how did that red car go from first to fifth

lollo and tjimen racing each other in f3 and now in elms makes me kinda fond. the kids are growing up

ouch car 15

safety car again

yifei from p40 to p13 so true

the guy at inter europol eating (guilherme oliveira) sends me

safety car asked to go faster lmao

green flag again lets go

3+2 wide they're insane

gtes and lmp3s mixing this is so dizzying

fassbender spun from third now he gotta pit

the commentator lmao... they're not pros but much quicker than i am

what kind of name is "spirit of race" that reads like a poor fanfic

phil in the pits?? did tjimen pit as well bc lollo is first

CAR 22 PIT STOP GOT FUCKED UP

lollo staying out....strat masterclass incoming?

they're running on sustainable fuel? that's nice i hope it gets introduced to more series

yifei third king shit

car 27 off

good god those tyre ribbons

safety car again...third in an hour godbless

"cool racing"? really?

why. why is there a yellow flag

at this point i can no longer keep up with which cars had trouble lol

car 17 drive through for track limits lmaooo

YIFEI UR SO SEXYYYY

fcy time

some guy filled his race car with diesel instead of petrol and now they won't let him live it down. hilarious

we’re green and ferdi’s in car 9 in the lead

i didn’t even realise car 31 was pro-am. tjimen’s done well to keep it so far ahead

not the comms making fun of ferdi’s longass royal name. tears

lollo interview!

he’s wearing juan’s racesuit 😭

jack fastest so true

the pit crew pissed at the cameraman for getting in the way dfgsbbdgh

jack truly making moves once he hops in car 34

a ferrari driving a porsche this is so fucking funny

oh dear that’s no good for car 37

the top 4 pitting as the race classification pops up. pls

sarah on the longest stint ever fr

comms wtf do you mean bent’s gonna try dovetailing elms and f2. what do you know.

not chat asking comms if there will be an anime car livery. priorities straight.

some guy proposed to this lady called kate im

track limits strike again this time for car 6

“reversed his decision to retire” so another alonso

ah no seb alvarez went off into the gravel

fcy again

uh oh bottom plank on the loose. a car might be dsqed.

kate said yes lmao thanks for the update comms

interesting strats from car 19...

we are green hurrah

why is there an lmp2 in 32nd place rip

happy 100 laps! (for louis at least)

also nico lapierre and yifei sharing a car is such an unexpected crossover but i love it

ayo pietro is here too? somehow missed him when going through the entry list

they changed only the front left tyre on the 37??

“luck is preparation plus opportunity” wise words memo

leaders pitting :fear:

p4 to p7 scrapping like mad

car 19 really went for an interesting choice with 2 silver drivers ngl. its not your usual lmp2 lineup

but they might just have pulled off a strat/petrol saving masterclass here

i miss when car 83 was first in gte :(

YOOO this IS a strat masterclass from car 19 what a perfectly timed pit stop

“young dutchman and not quite young dutchman anymore” damn they killed job

job’s literally only 23 💀 now i feel old...

THE AGE GAP BETWEEN BENT AND JOB IS NINE MONTHS. TEARS

iron lynx changing drivers now?? with 12 min to go??

ah man safety cars and fcys fucked their strat. disasterclass i fear

SPLASH AND DASH TIME

these always drive me insane

it’s been almost 4h but i haven’t figured out which lmp2s are pro-am

last lap!!

so 1 more lap for gtes and 1 and a half more laps for lmp3s...i love confusion

ferdi cam :) congrats prema now time for the rest of these folks

omg car 17 got 13?? gtes fighting too

car 32 holds out to win it by half a car length!!

was that ralf? hi ralf he’s everywhere these days isn’t he

a pity for car 13 esp after leading this long but insane stuff from car 17 and jakobsen they were gaining so much and then took off after the overtake too

YESSS WE GET FERDI AND LOLLO CLIMBING ONTO THE CAR

nicolas was in hospital 3 days ago?? and now he’s won a race! omg i’m so proud of him

THERE IS A SINGAPOREAN IN CAR 66???

car 17 stopped after taking the flag good god if they get dsqed due to lack of fuel...i would d word if i was jakobsen

ah okay it got going again

jakobsen is only 18! he’s impressed me now can they show me how to spell his first name

nicolas looks like he’s gonna cry he’s so happy

omg his teammates crashed the interview they’re so cute...car 32 i like you

louis has won the first race for a debuting elms team twice!

sophia’s taller than bent

ferdi’s jump bsfdgfkgh

HELP DID ONE OF THE CAR 65 GUYS’ CHAMPAGNE JUST EXPLODE

aw bent passed them their extra bottle

they cut off the italian anthem before the little crescendo boo. loved it anyway

nice to know car 31 still gets a trophy after that pole and opening stint

jack gets a win!! also turkish anthem is kind of a bop

wait pro-am doesn’t get points for pole but wasn’t 31 the pole sitters for both standard and pro-am lmp2 entries

why does car 32 have mismatched suits they’re so quirky this sends me

i see paul ricard bucket hats in the audience i want one

rinaldi racing are germans dressed as italians lmao

ehret fled the champagne plsss

teammates jumpscaring interviews i could get used to this

car 17 are so selfie obsessed also malthe just has a bunch of dads

they had a whole ass drive through penalty and won it. mad

michelin man!

i loved this race i might gif some moments if i get the time

[paradisobound]

Light in the Dark

Summary: Phil is the RA (Resident Advisor) for his local college where he manages the residents on the floor of his dorm building. But his junior year in college is about to take a turn when one of his residents, who’s named Dan, is blind. Soon, Phil develops a friendship with Dan as he soon discovers that they were meant for much more than just a platonic relationship. He just hopes that his Alpha abilities won’t scare away the timid Omega.

This is a chaptered work. This is chapter 8. 

Word Count: 2,222 (no, this was not planned lmao)

Warnings: medical disabilities (blindness). Mentions of smut. Mentions of alcohol. Underaged drinking. 

Authors Note: This is just a PSA to make sure all of my viewers know this: never take a drink from someone at a party! Make sure to either bring your own or drink from an unopened bottle. If you leave your drink somewhere, do not pick it back up. Leave it and get a new drink! This is just general knowledge that I want to spread because no one deserves to have their drink drugged! Also, never mix liquors together (i.e beer and wine). It will get you drunk faster but it can also lead to serious implications! This is just in reference to a certain middle section of this chapter but I want everyone to know this! Happy reading! :) 

Phil remembers this exact time the year before. His classes were beginning to pick up and he was already bombarded with a calendar full of due dates and homework. This year was no different.

It had been nearly two weeks since Dan fell asleep in his arms and Phil can admit that no progress has been made between them. But he knows that there is something going on inside Dan’s head. Dan’s body language has changed around him and Phil could have sworn the other day when they were hanging out again that Dan wanted to grab his hand and lean into him again.

Phil is scared of the feelings between them though. He didn’t want to get mixed up in another relationship just because of his past with Devon. But part of him is drawing into Dan, wanting Dan all to himself and never wanting him to leave.

But Phil didn’t want Dan to know that just yet.

Even as he and Dan walked with linked arms to the plaza off campus where Phil was going to buy Dan a real pizza and not just the frozen kind the cafeteria serves them. When he had asked Dan to lunch this morning after meeting up together briefly in the elevator, he got happiness at the blush that spread through Dan’s cheeks before he answered.

And now, they’re almost there and Phil is loving the way Dan’s arm squeezed his as they walked slowly to make sure Dan didn’t trip and fall. Phil had to admit he was kind of a shit guide and being clumsy himself didn’t help. But it didn’t seem like Dan minded. He just laughed it off.

As Phil opened the door for them and they walked in, they were first bombarded with the scent of coffee from the Dunkin Donuts that was in front of them. But then Phil hung a right and took them to the pizza shop where he guided Dan to a seat.

But as they were almost to a booth, a sudden grip on Phil’s arm stopped him. It was coming from the opposite arm that Dan was holding so he was confused as to who it was until he turned his head.

A mop of blonde hair came into his view.

Devon.

“Hey guys!” Devon announced cheerily. “What are you two doing here?”

Phil gritted his teeth, not wanting Dan to be associated with Devon in any way. Over the past week, his entire body just hated Devon. He’s ignored all of his texts and pleas. Devon even came to his dorm room and asked for favors with which Phil refused.

“Dan and I are getting lunch?”

“Phil?” Dan’s timid voice broke through. “Who is that?”

“No one.” Phil snapped.

“What the fuck do you mean no one?” Devon shouted. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Phil’s blood boiled through this veins and he let go of Dan momentarily, his hands gesticulating madly in front of him. “Leave me–us–alone!” He belted out, his Alpha voice shining through enough that Devon immediately cowered where he stood. And the whimpering next to him made him turn his head and see a very upset and distraught Dan who was whimpering, his lips shaking.

Phil let out a breath and smoothed back his hair in frustration. “You need to leave.” He said point blank to Devon.

Devon shook his head and took in a shuddering breath. “We had so much together and you’re going to throw it away from him?” He asked, his finger pointing to Dan.

“You threw it away long ago and I was stupid enough to keep letting you in.” Phil stated.

Devon let out a forced breath. He furiously wiped his cheeks before turning on his heels and stomping out of the door, back outside. Phil stood there, in the wake of the fight that had just occurred, unsure of what to do.

He’s never had to use his Alpha voice before and it just happened.

It happened and he scared everyone, including Dan.

Oh, yeah, Dan!

He quickly turned and looked at Dan, who was staring at the ground, his shoulders drooped and his body language sad. “Dan?” Phil asked. “What’s wrong?”

Dan didn’t look up. He just spoke softly. “You really scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” Phil immediately answered. “What I said wasn’t meant for you. You shouldn’t have had to hear that.”

“Can you explain it to me later?” Dan asked. “I don’t like secrets.”

“I know, baby.” Phil winced at the slip of the pet name. He didn’t even know where it came from but it happened so naturally. He reached out and touched Dan’s arm. “Do you still want pizza?”

Dan didn’t answer for a moment. But then his little head bob told Phil he still wanted food. So Phil moved Dan to a seat in a booth and got in line to grab a small pizza for the both of them to eat.

Throughout lunch, Dan remained quiet. His unseeing gaze was fixed on the table and he showed no signs of moving it. Multiple times, Phil had the urge to move onto Dan’s side of the booth and just hold him until he calmed down. He knew Dan felt better when an Alpha touched his skin and held him.

But he knew that would have to be for later. And only if Dan wanted to. He didn’t know how Dan felt about him quite yet.

They finished their lunch in quiet but when they left, Dan took Phil’s arm again and they went back to the dorm building.

When they got to their floor, and began walking through the hallway, Phil stopped and asked him if he wanted to come back to his dorm room for a while and talk and Dan agreed. It surprised Phil that Dan wanted to go back with him after how scared he got. But he was glad.

It meant the Omega wasn’t totally afraid of him.

Phil unlocked the door to his room and brought Dan over to his bed where they both sat down and relaxed onto the stiff mattress. Dan took off his jacket in the process and let it slide to the floor as Phil removed his sweatshirt. As Phil laid back, Dan laid back too and cuddled next to him, which surprised Phil once again.

But then Dan spoke.

“Was that guy your boyfriend?” His voice was shy and timid. Unsure.

“No.” Phil said. “He was an ex.”

“An ex-boyfriend?” Dan asked.

“Yeah.”

“What was his name?” Phil smiled at Dan’s curiosity. He normally would have been annoyed at the prodding but with Dan, he was okay with it.

“His name was Devon.”

Dan’s hand came up and rested onto Phil’s shoulder.

“How long were you guys together?”

Phil sighed. “I’ll just tell you the whole story. But I warn you it’s kind of long.”

Phil didn’t want to be at this party. Okay, that was a total and complete lie. Of course he wanted to be at this upperclassman party, but he never expected himself to be invited. He guessed it paid off to have a roommate who was on the soccer team. And he was even more lucky that the party was at the soccer house tonight.

It was his first college party. He knew it was probably gonna be a mistake but he felt like if he didn’t go, he would have regretted it in the end. He didn’t want to be seen as one of the prude freshman who never let loose or have fun.

But as of right now, he wasn’t totally having fun. He didn’t know anyone here and everyone was packaged in like sardines. He didn’t even know where to go or where anything led to.

He saw a staircase in front of him, but it was lined with students making out on every step, some of them going further on a few of the steps. And to his side, he had a tell jock pushing a red cup to his hand. “Dude. You need to have a drink man. Your hand is empty!”

Phil took the drink and looked down at the weird colored liquor. He slowly lifted it to his lips and tasted. It was disgusting and strong. He coughed and sputtered, the taste wetting his lips. He didn’t like this.

Okay, maybe this was a mistake.

Phil left the cup somewhere on a mantle piece as he walked through the living room and somehow ended up in a less crowded kitchen with jocks pouring various liquor bottles into a giant punch bowl.

Okay, that spells disaster pretty quickly. But he grabbed a cup of it anyway from a way too drunk jock that sloshed it down his front in process. Good thing he was wearing his black shirt.

Taking a sip, this drink much more appealing, he found himself wandering outside to the back of the house. His legs were just moving on his own. He made it to an open area and sat down, the loud music pumping outside through the ground and the lights from inside shining out.

He was tapping his foot on the grass when a blond male came up to him, his head bouncing of curls and his green eyes staring at Phil. He was cute. He was extremely cute. And as Phil took an intake of breath, he noticed that the male was an Omega and his scent was delicious.

“Hi there.” The boy said, sitting down next to Phil with his own cup. “My name is Devon.”

Phil looked at him and smiled. “I’m Phil.”

“Any reason you’re out here all alone?” Devon asked.

“I just don’t know what to do here.” Phil said with a laugh. “I’m a freshman.”

Devon chuckled. “Same. But don’t tell anyone else that.”

“What major are you?” Phil asked.

“I’m a political science major. I wanna become the first Omega lawyer in this town.” Phil smiled at that. That was such a great accomplishment.

Phil went over his major with Devon as they both sat and just stared ahead at the party going on. He didn’t know what to expect when he left with Devon that night. He didn’t expect for him to lose his virginity to him in his dorm room as Devon took control. He didn’t expect for them to become an item–to begin dating.

He didn’t expect for Devon to go off his heat suppressants and begin going through heats. He didn’t expect himself to be so intrigued at Devon being his mate that he went off from his pills too. He didn’t expect to share a rut and heat with Devon as he locked inside of him, his knot swelling for the first time ever as he bit deep into Devon’s mating gland. And he definitely didn’t expect for Devon’s body to never heal because Devon never felt the same.

But Phil didn’t know that when he took Devon’s hand and showed him his dorm room at three am on a Friday night after drinking a little too much at the soccer house.

Phil finished the story and looked down at Dan who was tense.

“Do you still care about him?” Dan asked.

Phil shook his head. “I did. But I’ve got someone else on my mind now.”

Dan blushed and curled in closer to Phil. Then his smile faltered and he managed to look up–almost–directly at Phil. “So does that mean you’re not a virgin?” He asked.

Phil was taken aback at the question but he figured if he and Dan were actually soulmates, like his body was beginning to sense more and more every day, that they needed to talk about this with each other.

Phil nodded. “Yes, I’m not a virgin.”

Dan sighed. “I am.” He said. “I’m a virgin because Omegas are supposed to be pure when they meet their mates.”

“I know that.” Phil said, his arm tightening along with his jeans at the sudden arousal he was feeling. Stupid Alpha hormones.

“I hope that I don’t disappoint my mate with my inexperience. I’ve never even kissed someone before.”

“Yeah?” Phil asked.

Dan nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you–”

Phil’s voice got caught in his throat as Dan lunged forward and his lips landed somewhere on the corner of Phil’s mouth and his cheek. He chuckled softly as he reached his hands out and moved Dan’s head so their lips were connected.

His body was screaming at him how right this was. This was his mate. He knew this now. Everything about this was exactly what he needed. And oh God, he never wanted to stop.

Their lips moved together in sync before Phil pulled away and smiled at Dan, although Dan couldn’t see it.

“Did you feel that?” Dan asked.

“I did.”

“What does that mean?”

“I think we’ll know soon enough.”

Dan smiled at Phil and rested his head back to Phil’s chest. Phil reached down and threaded their fingers together as their hands rested in each others.

This was perfect to Phil. The inner need inside of him to find his mate was suddenly being unleashed but also quenched. As he looked down at the blushing curly hair boy on his chest, his heartbeat sped up.

Yeah. Dan was definitely his mate.

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nov: week two

13: 5/6 pto day~ it was pretty gloomy outside so i felt a bit gloomy on the inside. kevin went to work and i woke up before he left. i ate another cinnamon raisin english muffin for bfast and then i hopped on my computer to update my tumblr. until i get my new gratitude journal, i am going to continue writing about my day, but i might change it up so that it’s bullet points again. we’ll see. i was pretty productive today. i finally decided on a gratitude journal to try it out and ordered it on amazon. then i chilled and watched some youtube videos and caught up on anime while eating lunch. after lunch, i digested a bit and then hit the gym. i thought i was going to spend it all in the yoga studio but i ended up needing to go to the fitness center so after glute activation exercises, i went across and did sumo squats and deadlifts. my legs felt so weak today. it could have been my form as well because my mind was scattered from going back and forth to the fitness center and yoga studio @_@; i managed to get through all the weighted exercises and then went back to the studio to do a burn out and hip dip exercises. i might have scared off someone in the studio, but i was in the zone so... ahha...

i came back, cooled off and stretched, and then showered and made myself a smoothie. i started prepping dinner and then kevin told me he left the office late so i just made dinner tonight. i made our spicy kale coconut fried rice and it came out pretty good (: i’m so happy with the outcome haha. kevin was also real happy to come home to a hot meal. it was nice. before cooking, i spent some time looking for my chocolate molds. they disappeared somewhere. i don’t know where they are :( i looked in all the small places as well as the storage room and no dice. kevin even looked with me after we ate :( sigh. i’m sad but i hope it will turn up somewhere. we asked the front to check our old apartment to see if we forgot it. i mean, it is transparent right? kevin went for a run after helping me look and i just continued looking until it was time to sleep. i was really bummed so i slept early. lol. 

14: i got up at 7:45 am and then did my 30 minutes of stretching. it was nice and quiet in the morning and i felt like doing something but not cardio or anything of the sort. then i changed and made my smoothie for breakfast, said goodbye to kevin, and left for work. only john and haowei were in the office today. cole was waiting for a furniture delivery so he wasn’t in. mmm the moment i got on the train, i felt really sleepy. when i got into the office, i felt pretty kjsfnbkjsdf. i don’t know if it’s the heating, lack of people, etc. but i wanted to go home asap. there wasn’t much for me to do in the morning so i did some testing. then at around 11:50 pm, i ate my lunch and then packed up and headed to a chinatown market to get a carrot for our slaw tonight. i waited 10+ minutes to buy one carrot for 46 cents because the people in front of me chose to buy soy sauce that wasn’t entered into the system yet -____<” i mean it’s not their fault but the two other lines started moving faster after i was boxed into this line...

i got out and then rushed over to south station to get on my train. i waited 7 minutes for my train because it probably had left before i got to the station :( luckily, i got back at 1 pm and phil didn’t ping me about our meeting until i asked him if he was ready at 1:06 pm. we talked about next steps and upcoming sessions and then he went into a meeting and i continued to work while watching an episode of ‘jane the virgin.’ i got my blender bottle in the mail today! i washed the dishes as soon as i could so i could use it after my workout today. i also got kevin a ‘pre xmas’ gift! i saw that there was a christmas caroling and hot chocolate boat cruise so i got tickets for us because last year, he went on a team outing instead of the jazz cruise i booked for us (i took hillary instead because it made sense and we had funn!). so i thought it would be nice if he actually went this time~ hehe. kevin went climbing so after work, i cut up the carrot and cabbage and let it wilt with salt for about an hour while working out. i felt like doing a few cardio hip hop routines, standing abs, abs on a mat, and then ending everything with hip dip / bodyweight butt exercises. it was a good and fun workout. i finished seasoning the slaw after my workout and used my blender bottle to mix my protein with cashew milk. lol, the lid wasn’t locked in properly so i spilled a bit of my expensive af protein on the rice cooker and counter T___T on the bright side, everything was blended perfectly! tomorrow, i’ll try putting in some honey to see if it will mix well or not.

as i finished up with the slaw, kevin came back. we showered and then toasted burger buns, heated up the leftover pulled chicken, and ate small burgers for dinner. we were still hungry and i got an idea to make “curry buns.” i flattened out one burger bun, put leftover curry inside, sandwiched the curry inside and sealed the bread by pinching the outsides, and then pan fried it in butter. well, i did the stuffing and kevin did the pan frying. if we heated up the curry before pan frying it, i think it would have tasted better but it was fun cooking on the spot with kevin :3 <3 we split one and then i had a bite of kevin’s guava strudel while we watched the latest foodwishes video. we want to make his new soup video as well as his hasselback turkey breast video when we come back from thanksgiving. we cleaned up a little and then beat battleblock theater! omg the last few levels are so hard lmao. the ending was trololol but i think there will be a sequel. it was challenging and fun playing with kevin. :) we half-planned what to get our families for christmas (gift baskets for each of us visiting our families from harry and david). 

then he gamed and i got ready for bed. this night, i was on my phone later than usual because i was chatting with daniel about working out with him when i get back, michelle about daylight savings dahkness, and chewy about us missing each other and i want to see her and i want to visit her so badly but ticket prices are so expensive from coast to coast T__T and then i did the thing where i stayed up on my phone doing nothing productive. if i got a new phone, i think i would spend more time on it, which is bad. lol. my oneplus one is my longest tech relationship with a screen (lol): 3 years and still going strong (well, my phone’s body is chipping).

15: i’ve been working out when i actually feel like it so i didn’t work out this morning and slept in :) i’m getting back to 7 hours of sleep now (more than once or twice a week)! kevin headed out for work and then i made my breakfast smoothie and started work. i’ve been craving warmer foods because it is colder now but my protein won’t taste as good if i put it in oatmeal or something. hmm, maybe i could just blend milk and protein and then eat an english muffin with pb and bananas on it. it’s a bigger breakfast but if it’s hot, i don’t think i would mind at all :) work has been chill this week because it is nearing thanksgiving and things are winding down for now. this day is a bit of a blur for me. i’m not sure what i did. i stayed at my computer for the most part until kevin got back home. i did talk to phil for a bit and then signed off and hurried to get the chicken thighs into the slow cooker. i didn’t realize it would take 4 hours for the slow cooker recipe. so i chopped up onions and garlic, put in the sauces and spices, and turned on the slow cooker. kevin got back early-ish but it he was in a heated argument with jon about sentencing. -___- this debate went on even after i went to sleep...

i snacked on edamame while kevin angrily typed away at his keyboard and waited for him to go to the gym with me. i knew it would take him more time to stop so i just left and did arms and back. i lifted mostly with 8s and 10s and took it slower this session. my arms are pretty flimsy and i still think my form is a bit off. i’m gonna check with daniel when i come back to chicago. after my workout, kevin was still debating. so i forced him to stop and go run and then i showered and added cornstarch to the thighs before it was done cooking 30 minutes later. i was pretty hungry by the time we ate. while kevin showered and cooked celery, i watched the beginning of season 5 of ‘mind of chef’ featuring ludo. lol kevin could see how excited i was and i kept gushing. i have 2-3 favorite chefs: david chang, ludo lefebvre, and christina tosi. i go nuts when i watch documentaries about them. lol. i now want to go to LA just to try all of ludo’s restaurants. instead of opening a big fancy restaurant, he went for a bit grungier strip malls in LA, which is fascinating. lol ok i’ll stop fangirling. we managed to get in a few games of helldivers before i rq’d and went to sleep because kevin would not stop debating with jon. i slept pretty late at 1 am (my phone dammit). i wrote in my gratitude journal that i just got as well. i want to think more positively. i think after this week, i’m going to stop updating my tumblr for a bit and just write in my gratitude journal.

16: i got up to go to work but after eating breakfast and changing my outfit twice, i really didn’t feel like going. so i changed back into my sleep clothes and worked from home. when it rains and looks gloomy and i’m not sure if my team is in the office, it makes me want to stay home. kevin got out of bed a bit later than usual so he went to work straight away. then i did a bit of work and phil pinged me with a new thing to do so i hopped on that. i worked on that until lunch time. then i ate lunch while watching youtube videos and downloading videos and movies to watch on my flight tuesday morning to chicagooo. after lunch, i anxiously waited for the eggie season ii drop. when it happened, i got a password screen and then all the items slowly came loading in. tbh, i wasn’t impressed :( mindy and i looked at the same time and she said she kind wanted the blur tee and i kind of wanted the oo dang long sleeve but $7 shipping is not worth for two shirts that are a bit pricey. we decided to wait for the next drop and bundle the shirts later. yeah, i had really high expectations. the season is inspired by the 2000s fashion, which i’m not a huge fan of, so maybe that’s why?

after that anti-climatic moment, daniel talked me into trying to bypass the $20 guest pass fee for his gym by live chatting someone for a free pass on his gym’s website. what he didn’t tell me is that they would call me and ask more and try to sell me their membership... man, i can’t lie. i feel so bad about it. :( i’m not gonna pick up sigh. i feel guilty for lying. anyway, i hopped on stand up and finished with the assignment phil gave me. the stand up took longer than i expected but after, i took a break to do some internet errands and stretches while watching more mind of the chef ft. ludo <3 after work, i made rice and chicken thighs for dinner. kevin came home and he made some chinese broccoli. hm i think today, i was feeling pretty moody. i watched some anime probably and some youtube videos while walking around the apartment. kevin went ahead and gamed with the guys. i think it was a pretty typical evening for us. we watched more ludo <3 while eating dinner and i continued watching after. hehe. i love this season.

17: today, i had a stressful day because of work. i didn’t work out in the morning but i ate my breakfast and then asked phil some questions and at the end of the conversation, i felt overwhelmed with the amount of videos i had to remake because of our monthly releases... so right after our talk, i hit the yoga studio. i started out with kickboxing with weights and then into hiit and a bit of legs. i ended up working out for over an hour. then i went back, drank a protein smoothie, showered, and ate lunch. i tried starting on my massive pile of work by figuring out how to streamline this process so that this won’t happen again. i like doing video tutorials but not when i am told i have to redo all the ones i’ve done because of small navigational changes... so i googled, researched, thought, brainstormed, etc about ways i can make this process easier for me and maybe for someone else in the future. i did this for a while alone until i decided to ask winston, kevin, and vivian for their ideas. winston actually video chatted with me for a while and it was nice catching up with him even though no solid solution came up. vivian gave me her best answer, which was plausible but not in the long run. kevin came back home and gave me two interesting ideas, but in the end, i had it in my mind that i had to remake all of them. oh well. it was the end of a week, so i set my mind to rest.

kevin brought me back sliders from his friday happy hour and we ate that while playing pokemon ultra sun and moon! i could have not worked a bit more and started playing but i wanted to start with kevin. we played a bit and then kevin went out for a run and then for dinner, reheated some broth to make korean rice cake soup. we watched ‘mind of a chef’ until i realized, that ludo’s season was only half of the season’s episodes... i forgot that this is how it was laid out after david chang in season 1. so we started watching the ‘best of’ episodes while eating. we ate the rest of our pomelo for dessert. we gamed for the rest of the night happily. we obviously, stayed up and gamed lol.

18: oh yes, we woke up late and we played pokemon in bed until we got hungry. then we decided to be responsible and went to do a quick grocery run. we just got edamame and bananas from bj’s because that’s what i eat on a daily basis lol. we got some ingredients to make caldo verde with the leftover kale in our fridge as well. kevin got me a slice of chocolate cake and some dark chocolate because i’ve been craving it like crazy. i know it’s going to be my time of month when i have a craving for rich dense chocolate cake lol. we also picked up chocolate covered wavy lays chips -- it’s a no. i ate it all but i would not buy again. lol. i would suggest getting ferrero roche instead. well, we got back and kevin felt like going climbing. i think we put everything away and then played more pokemon for a bit and then kevin went out. i tidied up a bit and got myself in the mood for working out. i wasn’t sure what i was going to do but i went to the yoga studio anyway. there was a girl facetiming someone in there... i felt awkward but i just did my thang in the corner while she did that. i don’t think she meant to go into the yoga studio for just that purpose because i heard her saying that he was interrupting her workout session. she left like 10 minutes after i started working out lmao.

i did full body strength today because i won’t have access to weights for most of next week. it was a good workout! i got back, made myself a smoothie, cut the potatoes and onion, and then washed some dishes. kevin got back, we showered, and he got to cooking caldo verde. i was pretty munchy at this point so i kept picking off the sausages lol. the soup turned out delicious! i think we ended up playing pokemon for the rest of the night. well, at least i did. i think kevin stopped and played hots before going to sleep. zzz.

19: today will be the last post before my gratitude journal break. we were bums again :P we played pokemon in the morning and then i was getting cramps and feeling out of it. i think we kept gaming for a while... ryan asked us if we wanted to game with him and terence and we ended up playing gauntlet together. after that, i started cleaning to be productive. at some point, i think kevin went for a run and then i worked out as well. we showered and then kevin made us fried rice with leftovers for dinner. after dinner, we digested a bit and then... hmm, maybe we ate then digested and then worked out, showered, and then cleaned the kitchen. lol. i am updating this on the 21st (when i stayed up to catch my flight to chicago) so i’m a bit out of it and 3 days ago is a lot @_@; anyway, it ended up being a really productive night. we cleaned everything and i got to rest a bit with my cramping and stuff. i tried going to sleep a bit earlier than we’ve been going to sleep because i needed to check in for southwest and get up to see the gymshark sales as well as take a call from kristen. yup. it didn’t feel like tomorrow was going to be a start to a new week aka work. i loved the way we spent this weekend just chilling and enjoying each other’s company. :)

20/21: okay, so that’ll be it for a bit. yesterday and today has been crazy. we spent monday working. i actually came up with a great game plan for the videos currently and worked a bit longer than i expected to -- i was on a grind though! we gamed together after eating dinner and when we left, we thought we had everything down, but when i got to chicago, i realized we didn’t take out the garbage... so i hope i don’t see a million fruit flies when i come back T__T i’m a bit worried but we’ll see! anyway, i stayed up yesterday because kevin’s flight to china left at 1 am and i wanted to go to the airport with him even though my flight left at 5 am. so after he went through security, i headed back to my terminal, brushed my teeth, and found a place to charge my phone. i started watching ‘psycho pass’ and i did stay up for the entire aiport process. i ko’d when i got on the plane. now it’s 10 pm and i am getting a bit sleepy. not sure if i want to do 10-15 minutes of abs anymore and/or play pokemon. i’m kind of ready to sleep. well, talk to you later, tumblr! thanks for being there for me and helping me document my life from sophomore year of high school until a year / two years after college graduation. it’s been real. i’ll be back in some way! <3

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Marcia Kilgore: ‘Instead of luxury labels, what people want to portray is their own brand’

Marcia Kilgore was watching telly when she had the idea. “I thought, what about Netflix but for beauty – so everyone could get a bigger piece of the beauty pie?” The woman behind Bliss Spas, FitFlops and Soap & Glory, Kilgore has long been renowned for “disrupting” the industry, but this project threatened to go even further, toppling it on its side, skidding into a hedge.

I’d heard a rumour that Kilgore’s new venture was such a threat to established beauty brands that she’d received death threats. She chuckles. “There’s room for us and for them. After all, Netflix exists, but people still go to the cinema, right?”

This is how Beauty Pie works: you pay £10 a month for membership, and then you can purchase its carefully curated collection of make-up and skincare at factory prices. So, that’s £20 lipsticks for £2.24, excellent foundation (in Armani-esque bottles) for £4.75, and the new “Super-Eye Energy Peptide Infusion Cream” for £5.65. The pricing is totally transparent, and the products are comparable to those in the fanciest beauty halls.

As Beauty Pie nears its first anniversary, now with tens of thousands of members, Kilgore says the key to its success lies in the “personal brand”. Rather than define themselves through designer labels, she says: “What people really want to portray is their own brand.”

Only a fraction of the cost of a luxury product is the product itself. The rest is what Kilgore calls LMAO, or “Landfill Marketing and Overheads.” Kilgore spends days at cosmetics factories: one will produce a perfect lipstick, at another she knows a product mixer who specialises in foundation. “You become quite elitist in terms of the quality. If something doesn’t have good colour payoff or the pencil is a bit too dry, I reject them.”

Of the luxury brands, she says, her voice dropping a little, 95% buy the same products she does, tweaking the colours slightly, whacking it in their own packaging and adding a few zeroes to the price – often 30 times the price it costs to make. “We had this skin brush from Korea, a rechargeable one in soft-touch rubber, for £18,” Kilgore says. “In shops it would be more than £80. I’ve seen things like it in the airport for £300.” Is there a company she finds particularly disingenuous? She puts her hand over the tape recorder and mouths the name of a brand whose moisturisers sell for £200, and whose formulations can be found for a 10th of that through Beauty Pie.

“This is luxury, but for everybody,” says Kilgore. She raises her chin, proud. “We call it ‘massperational’.”

Ozohu Adoh: ‘The luxury market was not meeting the needs of women of colour’

Ozohu Adoh: ‘I tried all the luxury skincare brands and they just didn’t work.’ Photograph: Phil Fisk for the Observer

This year Ozohu Adoh, a Nigerian-born ex-accountant, launched Epara, the first luxury beauty brand specifically targeting women of colour. The line has already been bought by Harrods, which knows its audience: in 2015, says Adoh, every £1 in £3 spent in the store was by a Nigerian.

It began by accident. “I had excessive dry skin on my face. I tried all the luxury skincare brands and they just didn’t work.” She researched ingredients, making her own concoctions using mainly oils. “It took several iterations before I got something that worked,” says Adoh. When her skin cleared up “friends started to ask me for this thing in a nondescript jar.” That was three years ago. She has since developed a line including cleansers, a mask, serums and eye cream. Many of her ingredients, such as marula and moringa oils, and mango butter, are found on African soil. “I want to take them mainstream,” she says.

Some have asked why women of colour need their own skincare line. “The market was not addressing our needs,” says Adoh. “Due to higher levels of melanin, typical problems present differently in darker skin tones. Uneven skin tone caused by hormonal issues or acne scarring can take much longer to heal.”

The controversy of toxic ingredients in beauty products aimed at non-Caucasian women has been topical of late. Many beauty care products targeting this demographic, particularly those products that perpetuate the western ideal of beauty (skin lightening, hair relaxers or straighteners, etc), often include harmful ingredients, such as steroids and oestrogen, which go on to cause reproductive harm.

Creating efficacious and “clean” products for women of colour is an ethos Adoh hopes others will adopt. It will, she says, help change the beauty landscape.

Tricia Cudsen: ‘Society hasn’t yet come to terms with the fact that we’re living longer’

Tricia Cudsen: ‘Ageing is something to embrace, not to fight against.’ Photograph: Kalpesh Lathigra

“The beauty industry assumes we are all engaged in an anti-ageing battle,” says an emphatic Tricia Cudsen, the 70-year-old founder of mature make-up brand Look Fabulous Forever. “I am determined to change this.”

Cudsen, a former management consultant from south London, has a “pro-ageing” attitude to beauty. She launched Look Fabulous Forever in 2013, “after wasting £50 on products meant for skin a lot younger than mine” and becoming “increasingly exercised” by the “insulting” rhetoric around older women and their beauty routine. Cudsen’s mission was two-fold: create products and imagery that were “honest, featuring women over the age of 55”; and to use “positive language, to represent ageing as something to embrace, not to fight against”.

Look Fabulous Forever was developed with a cosmetics manufacturer based in Suffolk, to specifically flatter mature skin, which has less collagen and is therefore more porous. The top three sellers are all primers. “Older skin is bumpy, meaning that make-up gets sucked into the skin faster.” A lip primer “seals the edges of the lips so that the lipstick doesn’t feather and bleed” while matte eye shadow, Cudsen notes, “is much more flattering on older women”.

These tips are delivered via her “how to” videos, which have had more than 4.2m views. Cudsen wants to create a platform where she can “talk about confidence and risk taking”. Her forthcoming book, Living the Life More Fabulous: Beauty, Style and Empowerment for Older Women, will be out in February. Cudsen describes it as a “handbook for empowerment”.

“Society has not yet come to terms with the fact that everyone is leading much longer lives. Ageing is still associated with catastrophe. We need to re-frame longevity,” she says. Cudsen admits that her mission may sound “incredibly grandiose – I am one woman, in her 70th year” but it’s an essential one. “Ageism has appalling consequences. It feeds into all sorts of issues, like older women not being able to get jobs.”

The success of the brand has been “staggering” says Cudsen, who put £40,000 into the business when she launched it. Less than four years later Look Fabulous Forever turns over £2m. She puts its success down to one thing: “no trickery”. And she’s only just got going. “If I’m going to live until I’m 90, I have another 20 years ahead of me. And I intend to make them really productive.”

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I had a story idea that takes place in the osmp. Hybrid hunters come into the area and while the human sized and larger hybrids can fight them, Wilbur noms the tinies and disappears into the floor to keep them safe. idk if you want to write it or not, its just an idea I had a 1:00 am.

I absolutely love this idea and I know it took forever to write but it was honestly it was so fun 💖

Also you didn’t specify who was big or tiny (besides Wilbur, obviously) so youre getting some headcanon heights on this one >:) (this also might be why it took so long lmao sorry)

(also also, Wilbur is about 8 ft tall in this. Idk why, I just wanted him to be)

tw: vore, swearing

Gunshots fired as the human hunters tried desperately to catch Wilbur. He was being chased by around 5 or 6 of them and couldn’t afford to be caught, not while he had his friends with him. Behind him he heard the swoop in of powerful wings and an explosion that just barely grazed him with heat. Phil and Scott. Wilbur ran faster with the renewed hope that maybe he could get get himself and the tiny friends in his stomach to safety.

The night had started like any other, until Techno had burst into the pub with a panicked look on his usually stoic face. The change in his behavior made Wilbur shiver, and Phil seemed to get the same impression, given that he immediately went to Techno to see what was wrong. Techno explained that he had seen hybrid hunters in the woods and, being a human himself, gained their trust enough to lead them in the opposite direction of the pub, giving the halflings at least a little time before the hunters would realize their mistake and actually find them.

And of course everyone decided that Wilbur would be the best option to keep the smaller hybrids safe because they “couldn’t defend themselves against the hunters.” Well, just because Wilbur was bigger didn’t mean he was automatically some trained fighter. The best he had going for him were his claws, and even those couldn’t get him that far. But at least he could hide.

At least…he thought he could. The game plan that the hybrids quickly made up at the pub was that the larger hybrids would fight the hunters while Wilbur swallowed the smaller ones and sunk underground to hide them. He had done it with Tommy before, so what was the harm in it?

A lot, apparently, since having one person in your stomach is apparently a lot less cumbersome than five, all varying sizes and…textures? Was that the right term to describe whatever he felt when Charlie moved? Wilbur didn’t know, he just knew that feeling six inch tall avian Tommy moving in his gut felt a lot different when he was accompanied by Tubbo, Sneeg, Charlie, and Fundy, who were five inches, three inches, a foot, and a foot and a half, respectively. Needless to say, he felt a bit full. And slower. And if they kept moving around like that they’d make him nauseous, too.

Things only got worse when he realized that as cool as it was that anyone he ate could walk through walls with him, that’s all he had ever attempted with anyone inside. So when he tried to hide in the ground with them as the hunters approached, he was regretfully informed by Charlie that everyone else besides him needed oxygen, and currently couldn’t breath. Wilbur panicked and went to the surface, being immediately spotted by the hunters that had been walking over head, (which probably could have been avoided if Wilbur had remembered that going invisible was a conscious decision and not a reflex), which led to his current situation.

He felt the already cramped occupants of his belly sliding back and forth uncomfortably as Wilbur zig-zagged in an attempt to lose the hunters that hadn’t been stopped by Phil or Scott. A few more chasing him fell into giant spider webs that had been hidden amongst the trees, curtesy of Jschlatt, probably, as Wilbur ran on towards an oncoming drop off that he hoped would be enough to lose the hunters and buy him a little time.

“Could you maybe slow down just a bit?!” Wilbur heard Fundy yell as he felt the fox hybrid slam against the top of his stomach as Wilbur slid down the hill, and then slam down again as Wilbur reached the bottom and continued to run. “Sorry, let me just slow down and get us all murdered by hunters for your convenience.” Wilbur shot back. “You have no room to complain, your the one making us all cramped.” Tubbo muttered. “Yeah, Wil, spit him out. Maybe if the hunters catch him they’ll leave us alone!” Tommy snickered as Wilbur felt him hit the bottom of his stomach a good few seconds after everyone else. Fucking feather falling bastard. A few others retorted that it’d be a necessary sacrifice if the time came and soon enough Wilbur had to deal with all of the tinies shoving at and yelling at each other.

“Would you all please settle down and shut up!!” Wilbur yelled as he punched himself in the stomach, getting various complaints from the gesture.

“They giving you a hard time?” Wilbur heard from behind him. The phantling didn’t even need to see his face to know who it was, but Tubbo helpfully supplied the information anyways, recognizing the voice as well. “Ranboo!!”

Wilbur laughed slightly at how excited Tubbo got from just hearing the enderian, before turning to face him. “As always. Hows everyone else?”

“Holding up.” Ranboo answered. “Jack managed to find the hunters set up and burn most of their supplies.” Wilbur chuckled at that. “At least he can do something. Hey, by any chance, do you know where I could hide to keep from being killed by the hunters chasing me?” As if on que, a couple hunters burst from surrounding fauna and tried to attack before Ranboo grabbed Wilbur’s arm and teleported out of the humans’ view.

“Why not just go underground like we talked about?” Ranboo continued as if nothing had happened and as if Wilbur and everyone in him didn’t feel jetlagged from the sudden teleportation. Wilbur shook his head a bit to clear his mind before answering. “Apparently people need oxygen.” Ranboo cringed. “…right. Well, I might know a place, if Tubbo says it’s alright to disclose.” Ranboo stated, pointing to Wilbur’s stomach.

“Ooohhhh, right, the secret base-thing. You can tell him it’s alright, Wil.” Tubbo answered. Wilbur’s look shifted to one of confusion as he looked back up at Ranboo. “Since when do you and Tubbo have a secret base??”

“I’m going to assume that means it’s alright by him if I talk about it.” Ranboo said. “It’s by the shoreside under the water of the lake Niki lives in. She can probably cover for you from there.” Wilbur beamed. “Ranboo, that’s brilliant!!” He said as he took off running towards the lake. “Your welcome!” Ranboo shouted before teleporting back to deal with the hunters he had helped Wilbur escape from.

It had taken practically no time and only a small bit of complaining before Wilbur and his stowaways had reached the lake, where hunters were just going up to to refill canteens. A smug grin grew on Wilbur’s face as he watched his friend rise to the surface of the water and use her tail to drench the unsuspecting hunters in water. The startled humans floundered for a moment before finally noticing the nearly twenty foot tall siren that had come to the surface. They tried to reach for their guns but were to slow as Nikis tail slammed into them and sent them flying.

Realizing this was his chance, Wilbur sprinted up to the waterside. Niki was about to swat him too before she realized who he was, and Wilbur was able to quickly explain everything to her. It wasn’t long after that that Tubbo managed to direct Wilbur to the base using verbal queues as Niki scared off any hunters that dared come to close. Soon enough Wilbur was able to safely and (more importantly) quickly fall through the floor to get to the base where he finally let himself sit down and relax. He laid a hand on his slightly distended stomach and rubbed at it out of instinct as he felt his friends press against the walls.

“It’s alright, guys.” Wilbur practically sighed out of relief. “We’re safe.”