This is Layla, a bat who's also very much dead. Still working on them,both design wise and also on where she resides,not Subcon Forest tought,that's for sure lol
Bill and Ford, having a little picnic in the woods near the top of the falls. Bill cast some spell or another to keep bugs away, and when they finish eating they sit with their backs against a large tree and watch the sunset, then the stars. They make a game of seeing who can be the first to spot certain constellations, and Bill knows he could win easily but for once he doesn't really want to. Spending time with Ford feels more important than showing off.
It devolves into simply making up constellations, giving them stories and laughing about it.
Bill tells Ford that his favorite constellation is "The Bees". When Ford asks him to point it out he simply grins and gestures to the entire sky, saying it's a huge swarm of bees, and it earns him a smack as Ford tries not to laugh.
Eventually Ford falls asleep, and Bill smiles softly as he carries him home.
Ah, the fluff, it’s so fabulous :) This one is much shorter, but I will leave the ff.n link anyway.
It was really stupid; the crazy things people would do for the people they loved.
It was because of love that she was here now, and Misty had never felt more wrong. It wasn't just that it was itchy, and heavy and she felt like she had to fight to re-open her eyes with every blink. It wasn't that the mermaid extensions were digging into the back of her head. It wasn't even that the dress was too tight and the stiff lining made it so she couldn't slump. Although maybe it was all those things combined, because the problem was she just couldn't make herself believe that the person in the mirror was her.
"Why is this necessary again?" she reached up to touch her unbelievably itchy eye but her wrist was snatched into a very tight, perfectly manicured grasp.
"Because Lily said so. And what the bride says goes." Violet snapped. "And I swear I will tie your hands to that bouquet if you don't stop trying to touch your face.
"Daisy didn't make me wear makeup." Misty grouched.
"Daisy's theme wasn't Hollywood glam." Violet said, as though this should have been obvious. Misty frowned, and Violet rolled her eyes. "Speaking of Daisy, I'm going to go help her. You stay here. And don't touch!" She pointed an accusatory finger at her youngest sister.
"Alright, alright." Misty waved her off. Violet opened the door, and as she did, a black blur fell into the room.
"Sorry!" Ash apologized as he straightened up.
"Ugh, who let you back here?" Violet scoffed.
"Violet, weren't you going?" Misty sneered. Violet sparred Ash one last contemptuous glance before stalking out of the room.
"Don't!" her voice floated back, and Misty dropped her hand quickly.
"It's like she has make up senses or something." she complained.
"Um, I just wanted to make sure…whoa, Mist." Ash walked over. He had been looking back toward the door, but whatever he had been wanting to ask about was forgotten as his eyes fell on the red head.
"Not. One. Word." Misty said.
"No, it's…well…" Ash looked like he was torn between laughter and actually being impressed.
"I look ridiculous. I could go fight crime, and my identity would remain a secret." she threw her hands up in exasperation, and turned to face her boyfriend.
"No; well maybe." Ash shrugged, and Misty felt all the fight go out of her.
"I'm not going out there like this." she decided. "I can't." Ash raised his eyebrows at her.
"You think this is too ridiculous to be seen in?" he nodded at her. "You, who was so proud to run around in that nonsense that Team Rocket put you in that one time?"
"Hey! I was ten, and it was adorable." Misty countered. "I'd rather wear that than this. I look so, so, "
"Grown up?" Ash supplied.
"Yes! No!" Misty shook her head, and immediately felt dizzy, because there was more hair on her head than she was used to.
"No one is going to think you look ridiculous." Ash said quietly.
"I do." Misty answered, just as softly. Ash bit his lip, and opened his mouth, but the door opened again, and he never got the chance to speak.
"Misty, we, like, need you out here to help with programs." Daisy said, leaning in. She smiled apologetically.
"See you out there." Misty said morosely. Her last glimpse of Ash was him staring at the make-up still spread on the vanity. She hoped Violet wouldn't come back and find him alone with it. She might actually murder him.
Misty tried to ignore the murmurs as she made her way up the aisle. She knew it was stupid to think any of them were talking about her. After all, she was only the sister of the bride, and hardly knew any of Lily's fashion world guests. Still, with each step she wanted nothing more than to shrink away. The last thing she wanted to do was stand up there in full view of everyone.
She made her way up the stairs, and turned to wait for Lily to make her grand entrance. She caught a glimpse of Tracey, standing on the other side, biting his lip, almost like he was trying not to laugh, but she ignored him. A flurry of music signaled that it was time for the bride to appear, and the whole crowd stood to watch her. One face, however, remained facing forward.
Violet and Daisy's glares were entirely warranted, as Misty let out a snort of laughter. She quickly buried her face in her flowers, but not before he sisters got a look at what had caused it.
"I will end him for this." Violet hissed.
"Not until the reception." Daisy whispered through her smile. Misty peaked back over her bouquet at Ash.
Ash, who had drawn a tear drop under his right eye and two red stripes on his chin, a large yellow star on the other cheek, and had covered the entire end of his nose in red like a clown.
Now you're not the most ridiculous. Love you. He mouthed at her.
She wasn't sure whether to laugh again or to start crying. Neither option was really acceptable. She decided she should just settle for a quick smile, and her own mouthed Love you more before turning back forward to where Lily had arrived and was looking confusedly at her sisters.
It was really amazing the crazy things people would do for the people they loved.
alisonnnnn omggg ur newest yoonseok assasin au asdfghjkl ♥♥♥♥♥♥ i l o v e d it!! <3 tho it's kind of a bit weird for me since i rarely read from a 1st pov in a fic other than imagine/bias x oc, but still!!! floofy assasin au yoonseok kya ♥♥♥♥♥
thank you :DD i usually don’t write or read those either i just thought i’d try it out bc one of my fave authors has done it before and i really liked it so
Summary: Phil sees Dan regularly at Starbucks but is too scared to start talking to him.
Warnings: none
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Working at Starbucks was .. interesting; to say the least.
I liked a lot that my job involved seeing so many different people every day. Wondering what their lives are like occupied my mind most of the time and it was quite funny and entertaining to make up stories based on their appearance and their behaviour. Doing that at least kept me from getting bored during my breaks or when the shop was pretty much empty.
Most of the time I was really busy with serving out drinks all the time, especially now that school has ended and the kids were all enjoying their free time, not caring one bit about the homework they had gotten. Leaving it up to the last day; that's what I used to do back when I was still in school.
However, I was 20 now and didn't need to think about anything involving studying or school, which I was glad for. School has been pretty much hell for me. Having dyed hair and a fringe hanging into my eyes hadn't exactly been an acceptable thing in my school, and the fact that I listened to bands like Muse and Bring Me The Horizon, didn't do any good to my popularity either.
Although it bothered me a lot back then, I couldn't care less about it now. I was actually glad I hadn't wasted my teenage years with getting drunk and nailing girls every weekend, but with studying and preparing myself for university instead. And I actually passed my GCSEs and my A-levels with getting straight As, meaning I could pretty much go to every university I wanted, if it wasn't for the fact that my family was, to say it bluntly, pretty poor and couldn't afford university for me.
So that's how I ended up behind the counter at Starbucks, spending almost my whole day with serving coffee, even working over-time if it meant I'd get paid more. I wanted nothing more than finally leave my home town and start living my life. Though it would probably take another year or so until I had enough money to only think about applying for university, but then again it wasn't too bad. As mentioned before I liked working at Starbucks quite a lot, and if it was only for the enjoyment of watching other people (in a non-creepy way, of course) living their lives.
It was a nice and warm summer day when I noticed the boy for the first time.
He sat in the corner the furthest away from me, furiously typing away on the laptop in front of him, while occasionally taking sips from what seemed to be a Caramel Macchiato; I could only guess. After staying up until 3 am the night before I accidently slept in and arrived a few minutes too late at the coffee shop. Although my boss didn't notice, it upset me a bit that I didn’t get to serve the mysterious boy as he seemed to have arrived quite some time ago.
I made a mental note to stop staying up until the early mornings and actually get to work on time, though I was 90 per cent sure that wouldn't happen anyway. Curiously I eyed the boy more carefully, trying to make out as many things as possible before he would notice my stares and look over.
The thing I noticed first about him was his incredible soft-looking, chocolate brown hair. He had styled it similar to mine, with a fringe-thing covering most of his forehead, though it went to the right side, whereas mine did the opposite.
The boy seemed to be rather young-ish, 17, maybe 18 years old; still in school therefore. If he hadn't dropped out or something, of course, though he didn't seem like the type of boys that would do such a drastic thing.
Other than our hairstyle, we also seemed to have a rather similar taste in clothes. He was wearing dark skinny jeans, despite it being almost 30 degrees outside and the sun burning down relentlessly though it was not even 9 o'clock yet. His t-shirt was rather simple, plain black with a white circle printed on it. I had to admit, in spite of him being a guy and everything he was rather attractive and good-looking.
A annoyed cough ripped me out of my thoughts and I blinked a few times in confusion before remembering where I was and what I had to do. I smiled apologetically at the blonde girl on the other side of the counter and quickly took her order. She seemed to have recovered from me ignoring her quite fast, as she shamelessly started flirting with me while waiting for her coffee.
"Do you have any plans for today?", she asked, biting her lip seductively, though it only made me want to puke.
Something like that didn't happen too often, but I hated every time it did. It wasn't that I would mind going out with someone I knew from working at Starbucks, no, that wouldn’t bother me at all. The only problem with the girls that talked to me was, that almost all of them were wearing way too much make-up and playing dump in front of me - exactly the kind of girls I didn't spend another thought on. I was more for the natural kind of girls, or people in general.
I awkwardly pulled my hand away when she started to stroke across the back of it, leaning down onto the counter so much that you could easily look down her cleavage as she waited for an answer.
"I am- I'm busy, sorry", I mumbled and quickly pushed the cup of coffee and the spare change towards her, trying to make clear that I had no interest whatsoever in her.
The girl rolled her eyes but eventually strode off to the back of the shop, sitting down with the back to me. I sighed in relief and almost automatically looked over into the direction of the boy I had previously spent my thoughts on.
He had stopped typing on his laptop and was now gazing right back to me, an amused grin clearly visible on his lips.
My cheeks heated up in the slightest, though I was pretty sure he couldn't tell from the distance, and I quickly averted my gaze, trying to seem as if I hadn't stared, which I obviously had.
When I looked up again a few moments later, the seat in the corner was empty and I only caught a short glimpse of the boy, before he had slipped through the door, leaving me behind in disappointment.
Now that he was gone, I'd never see him again - that's what I thought anyway.
The first time I talked to the boy happened a week later. The day was just as nice and sunny as it had be the week before, though my mood wasn't anywhere near that. I was pretty disappointed, to say the least, that the boy hadn't turned up again. So it was safe to say, that I good a bit too excited when I saw him entering through the doors of Starbucks.
He was as good-looking as I had kept him in my memory, if not even more attractive as his skin was slightly more tanned now and he had slung a bag around his shoulder, just the right size for a laptop to fit in. It seemed like he was going to do some work or whatever he was doing on his laptop again. I bit my lip slightly in attempt to not turn red when he approached the counter, smiling slightly and showing off his dimples, which I may add where the cutest thing I've ever.
"Hey, what would you like to have?", I asked, maybe a bit too cheerily, but he smiled a bit more, so it couldn't have been too bad.
"A caramel Macchiato, please", he said as our eyes locked.
His eyes were a really beautiful chocolate brown, just like his hair and I swear, I could myself feel drowning in them. And let's be honest, who would mind drowning in melted chocolate?
I gave him a quick nod before turning around and preparing his order, my hands clearly shaking, though I tried my best to not let him see.
I had no idea at all as for why my body reacted that way. It's not like I fancied him or anything. He's a boy after all and I'm straight, for god's sake. Well, but even as a guy, you couldn't deny that he was attractive, because hell, he was.
"There you go", I smiled shyly and handed him the coffee while taking the money from his other hand.
"Oh, no," he interrupted when I was about to give him the spare change back. "Take it. You deserve it for being so unbelievable friendly to everyone. Even to annoying girls that try to hit on you,"
He grinned mischievously, making my cheeks heat up, before turning around and looking for an empty seat.
He obviously had been watching me last week just like I had assumed after seeing him grinning at me, otherwise he wouldn't have known about the girl hitting on me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a bit flattered that I had actually caught his attention without even doing anything.
Just like the last time, the boy started typing on his laptop straight away again, making me wonder what was taking him so long to write. Maybe some kind of project he had to do for school over summer break. Maybe he just enjoyed writing and was doing some kind of story. Maybe he was writing a letter to his girlfriend.
For whatever reason, thinking about the boy having a girlfriend made me flinch slightly, though it was likely for someone as attractive as him to have one, or at least someone he fancied.
Why did that make me so upset though? It's not like I fancy him or something; he just seems quite ... interesting.
I laughed quietly to myself. Who was I even defending against?
"What's so funny?", someone suddenly sounded from beside me. I turned around, only to be met with the deep orbs of melting chocolate I had only seen once, but still felt so familiar with.
Feeling my cheeks heat up, I nervously fumbled with the hem of my shirt, trying to form words, but failing miserably.
"I- uhm. Nothing. I was- I was just thinking", I stuttered, mentally facepalming myself for stuttering. What was I? Some stupid teenage girl, talking to her crush? Definitely not!
"Oh well then. Could I please have that blue berry muffin there", he asked amused, pointing at the one he wanted.
I nodded, still shaken up from his sudden approach. "There you go"
I handed him the muffin, looking shyly into his brown eyes. They really were extraordinary.
After paying and giving me a tip again, the boy smiled at me one last time before making his way back to his seat, continuing to type while occasionally taking bites from the muffin.
I couldn't help but start wondering.. Did I fancy the boy? Did I really fancy someone I had only seen twice and not even really talked to, who on top of that also was male and at least 3 or 2 years younger than me? The answer was maybe.
The next day the boy turned up again and once again he ordered a Caramel Macchiato and spent his time with typing away on his laptop. I couldn't help, but glance at him maybe a few times too often, but I wasn't the only one. The boy looked over to me as well, always having a smile plastered onto his face, making me grin in return.
As it continued like that for the following days, I couldn't deny it any more. Straight or not, I obviously had some kind of crush on the brown-eyed boy. Whether it was a major one or not, there definitely was something about him that I just really liked, despite not really knowing him.
I really wanted to talk to him, get to know him, maybe even become friends with him (if not more), but even though I've had several chances to start talking to him, I never really had the guts to say anything. Too scared of getting rejected by him.
The boy didn't really try to make conversation either though, so it wasn't entirely my fault.
However, a week after we had talked the first time he entered Starbucks once again, smiling cheerily as he saw me standing behind the counter, fumbling with the strap of his bag.
"Hey, what wou-", I started, but stopped immediately when the boy opened his mouth to speak.
"Do you maybe- uhm, maybe want to-to like hang out wi-with me some time?", he rambled, his face turning red the moment the last word had left his mouth.
A cheerful smile formed on my face and I could feel the insides of my stomach turning. I couldn't believe he actually asked me out.
"Yeah. Ehm, sure. I'd love to", I rushed to get the words out, hoping I didn't sound too eagerly.
The boy looked up from his fumbling hands and smiled at me shyly, obviously relieved that I had said yes.
"When do you have time?", he asked.
"Well, my shift ends in about two hours, so if you wait until then we can hang out", I informed him, checking the time.
"Sounds good", he nodded, still grinning, "I'd like a Caramel Macchiato by the way."
I chuckled amusedly, but quickly made his coffee.
"There you go", I handed him the cup, shivering slightly as our hands brushed against each other's.
The boy thanked me and was about to turn around, when something suddenly hit me.
"Hold on. I never really caught your name?", I stated, making it sound more like a question than a statement though.
"Dan. My names's Dan", he laughed.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Dan. I'm Phil", I smiled, holding my hand out for him to shake. Dan chuckled at my formality, but took it anyway. His hand felt really soft in mine and it fit perfectly, as if it was made for mine.
"It's nice to meet you too, Phil", he smiled, squeezing my hand slightly before letting go with a wink of his eye.
