anonymous asked:

I sent her a message two weeks ago and told her that I was pregnant and how happy I was building a family with the love of my life. When I met her yesterday she pulled me into a hug and said "oh my god you're not showing at all" and I couldn't help but burst into tears. She immediately knew that something was wrong but I tried to act like those were just happy tears. She then hugged me again and I couldn't help but tell her that my doctor told me that there's a high chance that I will miscarry

and she just hugged me even closer and then asked me If I know why and if there’s any chance that we can do something about this. I said that I feel absolutely lost and hopeless because I had a miscarriage before and Taylor just looked into my eyes and grabbed my hand and said that she will make sure that I get a second opinion from a doctor who’s an expert and that she’ll promise me to try everything to help us save our “little angel” (that’s what she called my baby a few times).  and then she hugged me again and said how important it is for me to stay positive and have happy thoughts. And then she asked me all about what it’s like to be pregnant and If I feel sick or weird and how my husband reacted and everything. I said that my husband has some trouble dealing with my mood swings and she literally said “well, I’m not pregnant and my man has to deal with that already” lol She just really made me laugh and cheered me up and MADE ME be positive. And today, I just got an email with the address of a doctor ( Of course, I won’t say any names) and some possible date’s that I get to choose. I was overwhelmed because she didn’t just keep her word but when I asked for financial infos about this specialist I learned that “everything is being taken care of”… I’m speechless and thankful and even though everything about this is so private, I felt the deep need to share this story. I cannot even start to say how thankful I am for Taylor and how considerate and kind she is. She knows me and my story and I will never be able to thank her enough for doing everything to help me save my “little angel”. She, herself, is an angel and it makes me happy to know that she has found her own happiness. I hope everyone reading this will think twice from now on before judging Taylor or anything she does. I will never forget that she has done this for me and I will forever be thankful. Thank you for sharing this, Shay!

oh……my………god…….this woman is literally AN ANGEL!!! first of all, i’m so sorry for what you’ve been through and i’m sure everything will turn out for the better, but also wow, THIS IS WHO TAYLOR SWIFT IS! This is literally the best fan interaction i have heard and i really hope people understand her personality more rather than judge her. i’m so happy that she managed to get you advice and help, hopefully everything will turn out positive! Thank you so much for sharing this, you are very brave!

also the  “well, I’m not pregnant and my man has to deal with that already” hahahahaha this woman omg i love her so much

;snack thief (m)

Originally posted by ariescults

pairing— jeon jungkook x reader
genre/warnings— smut; oral (female receiving), some type of dry humping? (I googled and it seems to he called intercrural sex? basically jungkook fucks between ur thighs lmao), established relationship, fluffy and domesticated 🤧
words— 3,139

Jungkook steals your snacks while you’re away. Can he make it up to you? He’ll try his best…

a/n— just something small i originally started for his birthday! Was going to scrap it altogether because I was too busy to finish on time, but i thought it would be a shame, so here you go, take this mindless drabble 😭

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[TRANS] non-no Magazine 2018 Jan Issue - 100 Answers w/ BTS

JPN - KRN © 전정국 DC갤러리, 뷔 DC갤러리, ha_ru_man, BTSR_613
KRN - ENG © ktaebwi


Q1. Your dream job when you were a child?
A badminton player when I was in elementary school. After that my parents bought me a computer so I got into gaming and wanted to do a job about gaming.

Q2. How did the members celebrate your birthday in 2017?
We were all practicing singing and dancing and the lights suddenly went off, then the door was opened and Jimin-san and V-san came in holding a cake.

Q3. When do you feel like you have become an adult!
I turned 20 in Japanese age in September! But actually I’m still a kid at heart, so truthfully I don’t really feel like I have become an adult.

Q4. In which moment do you feel like you’re still a kid?
For example, when I watch and think about a video or an interview. When I read people’s comments, I feel like even with the same question, they think from a much bigger point of view than me. That’s when I feel like maybe I’m still lacking in depth.

Q5. A work that touched you recently?
“Love, Rosie”. It made me touched because it’s a sweet but sad love story.

Q6. The kind of song you’re planning to compose?
Song of styles like future base and chillstep which I enjoy and listen to a lot.

Q7. Favorite dessert?
The Japanese snack kinako mochi. I like that it melts in my mouth because it’s just so fluffy! Also I ate cheesecake before the photoshoot for <non-no>. That one was delicious too♡

Q8. How do you take care of your beautiful voice?
I don’t pay particular attention to it… Like I just sing with my original voice I’ve had since I was born…

Q9. Any habit?
Covering my nose when I yawn. Not mouth but nose somehow. (laughs) And I pull the baby hair on my face unconsciously. I know about these things because fans told me.

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anonymous asked:

Hi leo! Do you have a masterpost of the staff talking about or anything sheith related from them?

Alright I’ll probably miss something here but I’m gonna try, so bear with me–just sticking to what I felt was most important, so let’s get to it:

  • Joaquim: “He latches onto Shiro at times because Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” (source). This was from one of the initial interviews where they were describing their personalities of each of the paladins, so it’s something we’ve known since very early on.
  • Josh: “Also, I know the fandom has already started shipping Keith and Shiro. If a name hasn’t yet been suggested, I’d like to submit ‘Sheith.’” (source). Before Voltron even aired, Josh had already coined the ship name and clearly supported it. Interesting how people were already building hype for sheith so early on, and I absolutely love it (especially since this was back before antis tried to ruin it). 
  • Art director Chris Palmer’s Shiro loves you, baby #he’s looking at keith drawing. This came out very early on as well, about a few weeks after I’d watched the first season I think. It was really heartwarming to see, and made me all the happier about shipping sheith. 
  • Josh: “[Keith’s] constantly scared that he’s gonna do something or say something wrong and he’s gonna lose Shiro.” (source). From an interview following season 2. You can tell Josh really feels for Keith here and knows just how much Shiro means to him.
  • Bex: “That shot where the only two lions that you see kind of outside of the lions are Black and the Red…I just love those two shots, where you’re looking outside through the Red and you see Keith. And then you see the Black Lion in the background, and you’re looking at Shiro and you see the Red.”
  • Joaquim: “Lauren storyboarded that scene.” (source) A really interesting bit of an interview following season 2. They’re talking about that scene where everyone else is knocked unconscious and shown to be alone. But then Shiro and Keith have each other’s Lions in the background, and it’s really neat to see Joaquim confirm that it was very much intentional. No matter what, these two are always meant to be together.
  • Steven: “I actually think that [Keith] was in more or less ways called upon to be a leader from the beginning. That’s not to say the leader of Voltron, but to say that Shiro always took him under his wing. Keith always hoped that he could reach a place where Shiro was and hopefully more. I think Shiro saw that in him and tried to stoke those flames and cultivate that within him. There’s a nice history that he and Shiro have where if Shiro were to ask him to do that, he would understand where it was coming from.” (source). A really fantastic quote from Steven Yuen here about the nature of Shiro and Keith’s relationship. It really is a shame it’s so often overlooked. 
  • Joaquim: “[Keith’s] got this emotional side to him.” 
  • Lauren: “It’s kind of exasperated by the fact that Shiro’s gone. Like he’s having a hard time dealing with it, he doesn’t really know how to feel. And I think he just goes back to that inner part of himself where it’s just—he can’t control his emotions. And that comes from the galra side.” (source). From an interview following Shiro’s disappearance, where they really tried to drive home the fact that losing Shiro was this very gutting, visceral process of grief. Shiro was his anchor, and without him, Keith just couldn’t cope. 
  • Joaquim: “[Shiro] and Keith have the closest relationship.”
  • Lauren: “The Black Lion probably got from Shiro what Shiro saw in Keith.” (source). Followup on why Black chose Keith. Something we expected all along, but still so nice to hear it out loud. And yes, more than anyone else, Shiro and Keith are the closest. It’s lovely. 
  • Josh: “Yeah, Keith’s kinda getting dragged into it kicking and screaming–not really, I mean, he knows that this is kinda what he needs to do. But he’s still questioning himself. And Shiro sees the greatness in him, and wants to help that come to fruition.” (source). You’ll all remember this as being from that little bait and switch where we thought Keith would still pilot Black. Really interesting point here though, but…Josh says Shiro “sees the greatness in him.” Which, you know, sounds incredibly similar to Allura telling Lance, “You have greatness within.” Kinda drives home this romantic aspect to it a bit. 
  • Lauren: “Keith is not going to take Shiro’s black outfit and wear it. He would never do that to his beloved mentor.” (source). Beloved. Beloved,, I,, I–
  • Josh: “I mean at that point, Keith has basically come up to him and expressed what he wants and what he needs. And Shiro is–he’s selfless enough to see that. He’s selfless enough to see that this is something that Keith needs to do.” (source). Josh discussing how Shiro felt about letting Keith leave the team.
  • Josh: And he knows Keith. Keith’s the one that, at that point, he’s the closest to in the story. I mean, he’s got a history with Keith. He’s stuck his neck out a lot for him. Keith got kicked out of the garrison, and Shiro’s friends with him, and you know–I’m sure that there’s other backstory there.” (source). Always good to hear some Backstory hinted at again. Especially now that we know in hindsight that Keith got kicked out because of Keith. So yeah, “other backstory there” indeed,, 
  • Josh [on the topic of what Shiro would tell Keith about his attempted self-sacrifice]: “And that was a conversation where [Kolivan] was telling him, You have to be ready to die for it, you know? It would’ve been the reverse of the Kolivan conversation, where he probably said dude–no, he wouldn’t say ‘dude,’ but–he said, Keith, this isn’t how we do things, you know? We all have to be there for each other, and What would that have solved? And–You just wouldn’t be here, and it would’ve been that. For sure. I don’t think he knew, though. I don’t think anybody knew.” (source). Not strictly sheith, but I think, What would that have solved? You just wouldn’t be here, was a bit of a touching sentiment so I included it. 
  • Barlee’s drawn sheith art before–the famous BOM one with Shiro cradling Keith in his arms comes to mind. But at one point she posted one of Shiro and Keith calling them bros, and fans insisted it was just bro/ganes. She disabled comments after that, and antis smugly claimed she did it so sheith fans wouldn’t bother her for posting bro/ganes. She actually disabled comments for the exact opposite reason, and didn’t want antis using her art as some way to justify not shipping sheith: 
  • Lauren: “I put that shit in there. Oh, I just said a bad word…”
  • And this was before Keith got punted from the Garrison? He was still in his Garrison uniform.
  • Jeremy: “Hey backstory, guys. There’s more of it.”
  • Lauren: “Yeah, man.”
  • Joaquim: “It exists!”
  • Lauren: “Shiro was still his guiding light. It was good. (source) Lauren getting excited about the prekerberos sheith cameo she added. What a gift,,
  • Lauren: “I think that’s a storyline that we’ve always wanted to explore, and that we have every intention of learning a little bit more of what that relationship is between Keith and Shiro. How much does Shiro mean to Keith and vice versa. And so, to see that they were friends before this is something we want to just lay in there in little ways, until we eventually get to tell that story.
  • Joaquim: “I mean, we knew right? We knew that Shiro meant a lot to Keith, or else Keith wouldn’t have attempted to break him out when he landed and all that. We were stoked when people saw that. We thought it’d be an Easter egg that would be around for a while. Day one, somebody was doing screen grabs all blown up and enhanced. It was supper cool.” (source). Aka we’re getting that prekerberos flashback so get ready everybody,,
  • Art supervising director Kihyun Ryu starts blessing us with his sheith art and I gain like 10 years on my life,,
  •  Why was Keith booted from the garrison?
  • Joaquim: “You know why Iverson has a closed eye permanently? There you go. He was, you know…not really knowing how to cope with his galra side, so. He raged out a little–”
  • Lauren: “Yeah, and he was not coping well with the loss of Shiro. Things take an impact and maybe he got a little…a little out of hand.”
  • Joaquim: “Iverson got in his face, and he got decked for it, and he did some permanent damage to the guy’s eye.”
  • Lauren: “Yep.” (source). So fucking glad this was finally confirmed,, it’s absolutely beautiful…love the entire concept…thank you for my life,,
  • So we know how Allura and Shiro reacted to Keith’s galra reveal. What about the other paladins?
  • Lauren: “I think the rest knew Keith well enough to know it’s not a big issue. And they don’t know much about galra–do you grow purple fur at some point? But Allura has that history, so…”
    Joaquim: “And with Shiro, we have that history. But he loves Keith, so he sees the good in him.” (source). HE LOVES KEITH,, HE LOVES HIM,, EVERYONE ELSE GO HOME WE HAVE A WINNER–
  • Lauren: “But he would have come out to space for Shiro, cause Shiro was his family.
  • Joaquim: “That is true.”
  • Lauren: “So he understands, I think, as much as [Pidge] does, about needing to ‘save that person in space.’” (source). Getting into all that recent stuff now, but yeah, this was during the interview where others tried to suggest Keith didn’t understand what it was like to experience the loss of a family. Lauren was quick to point out that he had lost Shiro though, and that the impact of that was very real for him.

So yeah, here’s just some stuff off the top of my head. Hope that helps, anon! If anything, I just want people to know that the staff really does care about their intimate, intricately well developed relationship. EDIT: Added some of the showrunners teasing about the prekerberos flashback, including the iconic “guiding light” line and “we knew, right? We knew Shiro meant a lot to Keith.” Thought I had those in there already sorry,, 

waking up the wolf inside

[here’s the full story, thanks for reading!]


Derek Hale is two hours late. At each passing minute, Stiles feels angrier and the only reason he hasn’t left is because Derek needs to come home at some point and when he does, Stiles is going to yell at him so hard he’s going to give him this interview just to send Stiles away.

Stiles can be pretty annoying when he wants to, that’s how he gets most of his job done.

Derek Hale though, he’s been fucking infuriating. For starters he lives in the middle of nowhere, Stiles got lost twice before he found someone who actually knew where Derek’s freaking cabin is. And there’s also the fact that he’s a nobody - Stiles’ only picture of him is from his High School graduation, like, fifteen years ago.

And that’s the most fascinating thing – not many people know about him but the ones who do can’t stop praising his work. The guy is an angel, but instead of protecting people he protects wolves. According to Scott’s boss – who’s like, the one person who has seen Derek in person and can attest he’s real – Derek has a vet degree, doesn’t like people and built his own cabin in the woods. To live amongst the wolves.

Stiles needs to interview this guy. At first because he got curious about a thirty-one year old guy living alone and now it’s about pride. He doesn’t just spend two hours outside someone’s house, especially when it’s snowing.

“Come on.” He groans. It’s freaking Alaska. Angel or not – Derek Hale is also a huge dick.

Stiles is beginning to think about breaking into the guy’s house (he can’t feel his toes) when he hears a car and a minute later a battered truck is parking next to Stiles’ rental car.

The man who steps out looks nothing like the High School picture Stiles found. For starters he look like a mountain man with a beard that does nothing but make him look hotter, the jeans doesn’t leave much to imagination either when it comes to his ass and the huge winter coat only accentuates his broad shoulders.

Stiles swallows. “Hey!” He yells, watching as Derek opens the back door. “Derek Hale?” He can’t hide his groan when Derek barely spares him a glance. “Hey, it’s freaking freezing here, you know?”

Derek lets out a groan of his own as he lifts something in his arms and steps away from the car. “I know.” He walks towards the house and as he gets closer, Stiles notices Derek is carrying a wolf. “Now, help me out here, yeah?”

Stiles doesn’t even think twice before dropping his bag and stepping closer. “What can I do?”

“Grab the key,” Derek instructs, “it’s in my back pocket.”

Later, Stiles will want to hide his face in embarrassment but now he can only think about the poor wolf whining in Derek’s arms as he touches Derek’s ass to find the key to open Derek’s house.

Once inside, Derek deposits the wolf on the floor, wrapping him further with blankets and asks Stiles to light up the fire as he goes around the house collecting things. “Is he going to be okay?” Stiles asks as Derek kneels in front of the wolf and runs a soothing hand over his head.

“Hopefully.” Derek answers. “And it’s a girl.” He tells Stiles. “She’s in labor.”

What.” Stiles squeaks. “Really? But –”

“In the kitchen,” Derek interrupts him, “get some hot water, and close the fucking door.”

Stiles blinks, watches as Derek tells her everything is going to be okay. She’s obviously uncomfortable, but stops squirming when Derek smiles and runs his hands over her belly.

Water.” Derek growls.

“Right.” Stiles gets on his feet. He so didn’t sign up for this.

“So,” he collapses on the floor, “does this happen a lot?”

Derek collapses next to him, eyes on the mother wolf and her six pups. “Is this part of your interview?”

Stiles snorts and rolls his eyes. “No, this is just me trying not to freak out.” He turns to look at Derek – his eyes are green, he realizes, and beautiful, he adds mentally.

“No, this doesn’t happen often.” Derek answers, finally. “Thankfully.”

Stiles nods and smiles when Derek turn to him. “You’re amazing.” He blurts out and Derek blinks, surprised. “Anyway,” Stiles shakes his head, tries to pretend the butterflies in his stomach are just from the adrenaline rush, “we’ll have to postpone the interview, but I think that’s justifiable.” He gets up, looks at his hands and realizes they are covered in blood. Ew. “Uh, can I use your bathroom before I go?”

“Go?” Derek asks, standing up too.

“I’m gonna get a hotel in town.” The nearest town is two hours away, but what can you do? He glances at the sleeping wolves. It’s not like this was Derek’s fault. “I think.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Derek says, bluntly. Stiles snorts – yeah, Derek really doesn’t have a way with people. “I have a spare bedroom.”

Stiles smiles. “Thank you.” He says. “I don’t really like driving in the snow.”

“Who does.” Derek says, asks maybe. Stiles still doesn’t know him, but as he follows Derek up the stairs, he realizes he really wants to.

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Ezra!Barry Allen x Reader (Justice League)

Originally posted by starwarsolo


1.9k words.
Just plain cuteness with this absolutely adorable dork. I’m in love with Ezra’s Flash. Justice league was amazeballs. Enjoy.


You ran up the steps to Barry’s apartment, using your jacket to shelter yourself from the rain pelting down. Water was dripping down your cheeks, but some of the drops were tears.

  You hadn’t had a good day. You couldn’t focus in any of your classes at college today, because your mind had just felt fuzzy. To top it all off, you received a mark back for a paper you had worked so hard on, and failed it. Today was just a right off, and you knew it from the moment you woke up in that dull haze. Hopefully tomorrow would be better, but for now you didn’t feel good at all.

  Once you got the door unlocked, you stumbled through the entrance and slammed the door closed against the wind.

  “Barry?” You called out, earning no reply. You knew he would most likely not be home yet. You originally had been going home after college, but decided to ask if you could stay the night at Barry’s since you weren’t feeling good. When you texted and asked, he replied and said of course, and to make yourself at home.

  You walked through to Barry’s bedroom, dropping your bags on the floor, and then walked into the bathroom. As soon as you stepped under the warm water you couldn’t stop the tears from falling. You let the water drench your hair, as you buried your face in your hands and sobbed. You attempted to wash your hair, still crying. In that moment, you felt like the tears would never stop.
  Just as you were washing yourself, you heard a knock on the bathroom door, causing you to jump.

  “Y/N, I’m home,” Barry said.

  “H-hey,” you replied, coughing. Your voice was raw from all the crying.  “I’ll be out in a minute, I’m almost done.”
  “Are you alright?” Barry asked, obviously noticing something was wrong.
  “Yeah, I’m fine. One second,” you said.

  You finished up washing yourself, and then turned the shower off. You stepped out and rubbed a circle in the fog on the mirror. Your ghost of a face stared back, dull and tired. Your eyes were puffy and red from the crying. There was no chance that Barry wouldn’t notice.

  You realised you forgot to bring in a change of clothes with you, so you wrapped a towel around yourself and opened the bathroom door. Barry was sitting on the end of his bed, taking off his shoes, and then looked up when you opened the door. He smiled at you, but it quickly faded once he took in your red eyes. He was in front of you in a second.

  “What’s wrong?” Barry asked quietly. His brows were drawn together in concern. You couldn’t hold in the tears, and you looked down and let out a short sob. “Hey, hey it’s okay,” Barry said, drawing you into his arms. He didn’t hesitate, even though you were soaking from the shower. You cried into his chest, the tears spilling easily down your cheeks.

  “I- I just didn’t have a good day,” you tried to say through sobs. “My mind was messy all day, I couldn’t focus, and then I found out that I failed that paper.”

  “Oh darling, I know how hard you tried on that,” Barry said, and you could feel his breathe on your ear.

  “I’m such a failure!” You cried, “what if I start to go down hill with my marks? I study so hard and this is what I get. I can’t do anything right!”

  “Hey,” Barry said, moving so he could see your face but still held you in his arms. “You are not a failure. You’re so intelligent Y/N, and you can do anything you want. It’s just one mark, it’s going to be okay.” Barry had moved his hand so he could wipe stray tears that stained your face. You sniffled, and looked up at him. Thoughts of self hate kept swimming around in your mind, how you weren’t good enough. Why would Barry want you? You shut your eyes, tears threatening to fall again, and looked away from Barry.

  “Why do you love me?” You whined, however it came out like a cry. Hardly distinguishable.

  “What? I didn’t get that sweetheart,” Barry responded, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

  “I said, why do you love me? I can’t do anything right Barry, I feel so worthless.” Tears kept escaping your eyes, and you felt like they were never going to stop.

  “Y/N,” Barry said in a serious tone, “look at me.” You let out a shaky breath and looked up at him. Your eyes met his concerned ones. “I love you so much, please never doubt that. I love you because you’re smart, you’re so kind,” he lay his palm on your cheek, “and you’re so beautiful. It hurts to know that you’re thinking about yourself in this way.”

  You had mostly stopped crying now, staring up at Barry in awe. He was always so sweet to you. He cared for you more than you felt you deserved. You’re heart was full. “I love you,” you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks, “thank you.”

  Barry smiled a small smile down at you. “You can always call me if you feel like that again, okay?” You nodded. “How are you feeling now?”

  “Better,” you said.

  “How about we get comfy on the couch and watch a movie?” Barry asked, and you smiled widely at the idea.

  “I’d like that a lot,” you replied, standing on your toes to peck him on the lips.

  “Great,” Barry said, and then leant his head down to kiss you deeply. You kissed him back, and you felt loved and cared for.

  “You always make me feel better,” you said softly. “Can I have a shirt please?”

  Barry chuckled, “of course.” He walked to his set of draws, pulling out a black shirt and handing it to you.

  “Thank you,” you said, taking it and walking back to the bathroom to dry off and get changed. Barry’s shirts were always pretty big on you, due to your height difference. His shirts came halfway down your thighs.

 When you came out of the bathroom, Barry was in sweat pants and was pulling a faded red shirt over his head. You watched his toned back disappear under his shirt and he turned around.

  “Ready?” Barry smiled.

  “Yep,” you said, walking over to him.

  “Good, come on then,” he said, walking out of the bedroom. You followed, and then fell onto the couch. You watched as Barry went over to his small kitchen and pulled out a packet of chips from the cupboard. He walked back over and sat next to you on the couch. You curled into his side, tucking your legs next to you, and Barry wrapped his arm around your waist.

  “Comfortable?” He smirked.

  “Yes,” you giggled.

  “Alright, movie time.” Barry said.


  You both finally agreed on a movie, after about 5 minutes of scrolling through names and alternating saying no to them. However, by halfway through you had fallen asleep from the tiring day you’d had.

  Barry was still wide awake when a knock sounded at the door. He frowned, confused as to who would be coming around this late at night. Who would be coming around at all technically, since he had hardly any friends.

  Barry carefully sat up, careful to rest you onto the couch without waking you up, and then walked to the front door. He opened it a crack and peeped through. Bruce Wayne stood on the other side.

  “It’s just me Barry,” he said.

  Barry’s stomach dropped a little. He didn’t want any of the league members to know that you existed. He wanted to keep you as safe as possible. It was bad enough that he was The Flash, but working with Batman and the rest of the superheroes? He didn’t want to risk it.

  “Oh! Bruce, hey,” Barry said, speaking quietly so that he wouldn’t wake you up. He had the door open slightly, careful not to let Bruce see you.

  “Are you going to let me in?” Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Er, yeah- no! I’ll come out,” Barry said quickly, and opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind him in less than a second. “What is it?”

  Bruce narrowed his eyes at Barry, gazing at the door behind his back. Barry’s heart beat fast, but Bruce appeared to let it go.

  “I came to tell you that you’ll need to come and meet with the league at my place tomorrow. There’s a situation that has come up, and we’ll all be needed for it.” Bruce said, looking a lot more serious than usual.

  “What is it?” Barry asked.

  “I’m not going to tell you here Barry. Meet at mine tomorrow at 10,” Bruce said.

  “Okay, fine,” Barry said. “Anything else?” Bruce didn’t answer straight away, and stared at Barry.

  “What are you hiding in there?” Bruce asked.

  Barry was so taken aback that he stumbled on his words. “Wh-what? No one! I mean nothing, I-” He mentally slapped himself.

  Bruce sighed. “Does she know who you are?”

  Barry didn’t reply, rubbing his tongue along his teeth and thinking. He had tried so hard to keep you a secret.

  “Barry,” Bruce said, and he was starting to look mad.

  “Yes.. she knows,” Barry said quietly and looked down. He was almost ashamed.

  “You need to be careful, you could put her in a lot of danger,” Bruce said.

  “I know, I know! I didn’t want any of you guys to know,” Barry said, frowning. “I don’t ever want her getting hurt.” Bruce was quiet for a moment.

  “How much do you care about her?” He asked.

  Barry stared at the ground, images of you running through his mind. He loved you more than anything. And the fact that you were asleep on his couch inside, and that he’d be able to go back and fall asleep with you in his arms, made his heart skip a beat.

  “I’d give my life up for her,” he said seriously, looking Bruce in the eye.

  “Okay,” Bruce said, “Keep her safe.” Barry could swear he saw a hint of a smile as Bruce turned around. “10am tomorrow, don’t forget!” He called out, walking down the stairs.

  “I won’t!” Barry called back, and then Bruce was gone.

  Barry stood there for a moment, thinking through what had just happened. Bruce Wayne now knew about you. However he didn’t know who you were exactly, just that you now existed. He sighed and looked down. He could keep you safe. He would never let anyone hurt you.

  Barry turned around and opened the door, walking back inside. You were fast asleep on the couch, right where he’d left you, only now you were sprawled out length ways. He smiled to himself, and turned off the TV and the lights. He picked you carefully up in his arms. You groaned and wrapped an arm around Barry’s neck, putting your head on his chest.

  “Are you awake sweetheart?” Barry whispered.

  “I am now,” you mumbled.

  Barry walked into his room, using his speed force to pull the blankets back quickly, while still holding you. He placed you down in the bed, and then crawled in next to you. You curled into his chest, eyes still shut, and Barry put an arm around your waist.

  “Goodnight sweetheart,” he said, and he heard you barely mumble a reply before you were fast asleep again.


@nsart is my giftee for the @voltronvalentinesexchange and I decided to draw them some Klance fluff. I decided to throw in a transparent PNG for funsies. 

I like to imagine Lance saw a playground on a planet they were visiting and while Shiro, Allura and Rebel leaders are in diplomatic talks and Hunk, Pidge and Matt are touring the tech facilities, Lance convinced Keith they should go play on the play ground. 

They spend some time playing on the various equipment, competing with each other on the monkey bars, shooting hoops, and bouncing each other too hard on the teeter-totter. 

They take a break and race to the swings. They are, well, Lance is, shooting the breeze as they swing higher and higher. 

Laughing at himself, Lance feels butterflies in his stomach and decides to slow down. 

He turns to watch Keith.

Keith is quiet. He has his eyes closed. The swing chain reaches points where it is nearly parallel with the ground. 

Lance is not sure how to describe the look on Keith’s face. Contentment? Ease? Joy?

Whatever it is, Lance feels himself falling. The butterflies have moved higher. He shakes his head. He can’t fall in love with Keith. That would be ridiculous. 

Keith’s swing begins to slow. He speaks.

“When I was a kid, I moved schools a lot so I never really had a lot of friends,” Keith confides. “I used to swing on the swings whenever I could, because then I didn’t have to talk to anyone. I used to imagine if I swung high enough, I could touch the sky.”

Lance squints up at the sky and thinks of Coran and the Castle of Lions floating somewhere above the stratosphere,  “And now we live in it.” 

“I never would have imagined I’d have a home in the sky.”

Keith comes to a stop beside Lance. 

Without thinking Lance reaches over and gives Keith’s hand a squeeze. 

Keith turns his palm over and interlaces his fingers with his.

Lance blushes. 

Oh my land, he thinks to himself. 

For once Lance is completely quiet. 

Keith gives his hand a gentle squeeze before dropping it. 

“Have you ever done the spider?” Keith asks.


“You know, when two people swing on the same swing facing each other? You can swing, or you can make it spin.”

“Oh, yeah. I remember.”

“Kids used to do it all the time when I was a kid, but I never tried it. I imagine it was a rush. It looked like fun.”

“Did you, did you want to try it now?” Lance asks curiously, 

“What? No. We are too big,” Keith tries to brush the idea off. He wasn’t sure why he brought it up. 

“We are not! Never too big for fun!” Lance insists. “Get on, buddy!’ he grins while patting his thighs.

“If you think so,” Keith replies and jumps off his swing. 

The both laugh as Keith awkwardly takes his position on Lance’s lap. 

Lance tries his best to keep the swing still but his giggles make for a moving target. 

Once in place, they begin swinging. 

There is nowhere to look but at each other or let their head fall back in glee so they alternate between the two. 

Keith smirks as he shifts his weight, causing the chain above them to twist and spin. 

For a few moments they feel completely carefree as they spin and swing. 

When the swing finally slows to a near stop, time seems to slow down too. 

The playground disappears around them.  

Keith thinks he reads something in Lance’s eyes and decides to do something impulsive.

He closes his eyes and leans in. 

To his relief, Lance’s lips meet his. 

Lance feels Keith’s lips part to a smile beneath his kiss. 

None of the butterflies he had felt in all his life could have prepared him for this.

I wasn’t planning on drabbling…oops! Hopefully, it’s readable!

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Cut to the Feeling by usernicole 

Let’s do it again,” Keith says breathlessly. “Here and on every planet we come across. Let’s get married on every planet we can.”

Are you joking?” Lance asks, incredulous. “You really want to get married to me on every planet we land on?”

”Yes,” Keith says, voice high pitched and shaky with residual adrenaline. “Yes. Every planet. If it feels like this every time, let’s get married ten, twenty, a hundred times.”

Let’s break records. I want the universe to see us and be jealous.”

Or: Five times Keith and Lance get married, and one time they don’t.

Run into the Bright Lights by peanutbutterapple 

Keith was pretty sure his heart was going to explode out of his chest and if he didn’t do something about it, things were going to get bloodier than they already were.

Keith accidentally tells Lance his feelings on April Fool’s Day, and Lance really knows how to take a joke.

How To Date A Werewolf In 5 Simple Steps by wrenowitch

How To Date A Werewolf In 5 Simple Steps by Keith Kogane

Step 0: Don’t do it.
or, the au where lance is a werewolf and keith deals with that mess.                     

i wanna be your last first kiss by goldenastrum

After seeing Lance and Hunk kiss, Keith had just felt curious about the two boy’s relationship. As it turned out, Lance and Hunk were not dating, but only kissed because they wanted to.

Keith and Lance become smooch buddies afterwards.

When the War is Done by vivaced


Keith feels his entire world crash and burn around him, then immediately build itself back up, good as new. “No way,” he whispers. His heart rabbits desperately, hopefully, clinging to a realization that has snapped into place in his mind. His head pounds with this realization, this discovery, and Keith knows that everything is about to change.

After two years of fighting an intergalactic battle alongside the Blade of Marmora, Keith finds himself back in the Castle of Lions-but nothing is the same anymore, and the war-torn soldier is not prepared for anything that he finds in the place he called ‘home’.

i could be the one by shukagari

After he is hit with a spell, Lance has visions of Keith’s heart’s desires and he’s left incredibly confused when he finds himself appearing in all of them.

Keith shifts a little in front of Lance, protective; Lance grips his arm, tugging him back. “What do you need me to do?” Keith asks.

“Not you,” The one in blue dismisses Keith, their head turns to Lance. “We have decided to focus our efforts on the blue paladin - who wears his heart on his sleeve, and yet hides so much.”

wouldn’t it be nice by ShatterinSeconds                                                               

Keith’s hands haven’t stopped shaking. Shiro already lost his arm in that war, and likely most of his sanity, but Keith hasn’t been able to visit him yet. He’s back home in the states though, and that’s all that matters in the end. At least, that is what Keith’s foster mom tries to tell him whenever he asks to visit Shiro in the military hospital three thousand miles away from where they live.

It’s 1966 when Keith meets the boy with dark skin and blue eyes and freckled cheeks.                                           

blue notes by mothpoem

This laughter, here and now, is hushed, and soft as rain, and Lance can feel it against his face, in warm puffs of air. It’s a laugh reminiscent of a furtive secret, like something only Lance is allowed to see. He watches it run its course in the near-pitch black of the observatory, with starlight gleaming weakly against Keith’s pale face, and that’s right about when Lance’s heart gives a few foreboding throbs, heavy on the bass, as if to say, they’re here (they being romantic feelings for Keith Kogane, Lance’s former mortal enemy and current friend).

Oh, he thinks to himself, with sudden and startling clarity. I’m Fucked, capital F.                 

dissolve into me by bluerlance

things go awry when keith and lance go on a mission.

or, a love bug au where both lance and keith get bit at the same time.

star stickers by bluebellesie

“You, actually,” Keith whispers.

Lance blinks. “Me?”

“The most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen.” A faint pink hue settles over his cheeks, but he doesn’t look away from ocean blue. “Hunk is definitely a majestic piece of art that deserves to be in all the museums, but to me, it’s… it’s you.”          

Keith’s Type  by AmbitiousSkychild

It figures that after years of getting it hilariously wrong face-to-face, Lance finally gets good at talking to Keith through a screen, which is, like, one of his biggest accomplishments. Then, Pidge makes the comment that Keith has a type, while heavily implying that it’s Matt.

But, listen, with everything going on with Voltron, the coalition, the Blade of Marmora, and Coran, Lance isn’t going to get distracted worrying about it.
Ask anyone, he’s always been great with measuring levels of importance…

Let the Magic Guide You to Begin by shimyeol

“Why did you—why did you do that?” Keith asked, looking at him with different emotions in his violet eyes - confusion prevailing among them - a soft blush on his cheeks, and his lips slightly red and swollen. “Before. In the class of the Ancestral Magicians. That.”

Lance carefully lowered the book he was reading, sitting up slowly on the windowsill. He blinked a little nervous, not understanding what the hell Keith was talking about.

“Um, huh? What?”

“Now don’t play the fool, McClain. That. That damn kiss.”

Or, in which Lance conjures a clone of him to go to the boring class of Ancestral Magicians in his place, and things with his crush take an unexpected turn.                                                

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder…Right? by oh_imintrouble

Really it was an easy decision for him. Lance loved his family more than anything, and he would do anything to lessen the burden for them. He dropped his classes, and decided once his younger siblings were old enough to take care of themselves he could go back to school. Sure, in a way he was putting his own life on hold, but again, it was an easy decision for him to make. He just…didn’t share that decision with anyone. Not his parents, his sister, not even his boyfriend back at school. For all Keith knew, this was temporary, and he would be back next semester.

All that Lance wants is to make everyone happy and he’s trying really hard please love this boy, Keith.

Y/N is a witch, and Harry is shy.

“You heard Y/N’s gonna be there tonight, right?”

Harry gulps at the mention of her name, automatically feeling his hands become sweaty and he wishes he were wearing jeans to wipe them off on instead of his basketball shorts. Y/N is a girl Harry’s had the biggest crush on since he met her his freshman year of college in their shared statistics class. He’s barely spoken two words to her, though. She’s so beautiful, her looks intimidate Harry. He’s usually attracted to sweet looking girls with soft eyes and pink lips, but something about her really does it for him (especially when he’s in his dorm alone at night and only has his hand and a bottle of lotion). He thinks she looks sexy and mysterious, especially when she wears dark eye shadow and lipstick, and he wants to know what the reddish/brown color tastes like that she chooses to apply when the weather gets cold.

“Y/N? She’s going?”

“Fuck yeah! You know that girl can party. I heard she’s like in love with Halloween, and her little sorority is throwing the party. House full of tits? Count me in. Especially if Y/N’s gonna wear that pink tube top that she wore at the last party.”

Harry’s cock begins to bloat up as he recalls Y/N dressed in the incredibly short and small shirt, nibbling on his lip and placing his gym bag in front of his crotch to shied his inevitable hard on from his fellow peers passing by on campus.

“Y-Yeah, she… she looked really pretty that night.”

Zayn, Harry’s pretty brown-eyed friend, tilts his head to get a better look at Harry and begins snorting. “You’re blushing, Styles!” He pokes his pink cheek and watches the color of it return to white as he removes the pressure. “You wanna fuck her, don’t you?”

“Don’t say it like that! She’s really pretty, but I don’t like to objectify women, so… uh”, Harry pushes his glasses up further on his nose, feeling his cheeks grow even hotter than before, and wipes his forehead of any remaining sweat from his workout he just finished. “She’s just really pretty.”

“Holy shit, Harry Styles has a hard on for Y/N Y/L/N!” Zayn points to Harry’s shorts, tossing his head back in laughter when he sees the very prominent bulge.

“Be quiet.” Harry grabs him by the wrist and rushes them back to their dorm, shutting the door and locking it. “Do you have to be such an asshole when we’re out in public?”

“Stop being such a baby. You know I’m just messing with you.” He removes his sweaty shirt and gathers up a pile of clean clothes to carry in his arms. “I’m gonna shower first, and then you can, all right? You can… situate yourself while you’re waiting.” He pops into the bathroom in the dorm (it’s a very nice dorm that they’re very fortunate to have) and leaves Harry to pick out an outfit for tonight’s party, which leaves Harry going mad.

Should I wear a nice blouse and show her I can dress nice? Or should I keep it cool and just wear a shirt and jeans so it won’t look like I tried too hard?

“Fucking hell.” Harry flops down on his mattress on his back, blowing a raspberry and creating a script in his head on how his conversation with Y/N will hopefully go (although he knows it’ll go nothing as planned).


“Y/N, hurry up! Other people live here too, ya know?” Quyen, Y/N’s very close friend (the two have gotten a little too close, in fact, over one too many glasses of champagne one night… but that’s not uncommon in a sorority of this kind) bangs on the bathroom door with purpose. “The party starts in an hour, and I haven’t even showered yet!”

Y/N emerges from the bathroom in only her bra and panties — she’s been very comfortable in her body lately, what with all the self-love novels she’s been reading — and lightly smacks her friend on the cheek in a playful way. “Honey, you could slather yourself in mud, and Wane would still wanna fuck you.”

“Speaking of fucking”, Quyen’s smile is mischievous, “I heard Harry wants to fuck you.” She giggles as she holds herself up by the door frame, pushing her tits closer together, and Y/N can’t help but sneak a little peak. She’s seen them before.

“You’re blowing smoke out of your ass.” Y/N walks down the hall, holding her dirty clothes in her arms, and feels a gust of air hit the back of her neck. “Hey!”

“You know I like blowing smoke! It’s my new favorite trick!” Quyen puckers her lips together, as if to kiss, but blows grey smoke out of her mouth, hitting Y/N in the face this time.

“Cut it out!”

She skips over to her friend, twirling one of Y/N’s curls around her finger. “Relax, let’s get you all dolled up for Harry tonight!”

“Shut up!” She huffs and marches off to her room, Quyen hot on her tail. “I just wanna look… less witchy tonight, all right? I’ve seen the girls Harry’s dated, and… well, they don’t look like me.”

“Honey, please tell me you’re not seriously gonna change how you look for a boy? Are we back in the 1800s?”

“Oh, hush. Wasn’t it you who wore red lipstick at last week’s party because Wane likes red?”

“Oh, whatever. Let’s talk about Harry because I know he likes you. Didn’t you see him get that boner when he was looking at you in that pink shirt? He practically ran out of the house, probably to go jerk off.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

Y/N has to look away when she feels her cheeks get hot. She’s only ever been with one boy, and that was when she was in high school. She bets Harry could show her the ropes again. “Leave him alone. He seems so sweet.”

“Are you gonna talk to him tonight? He’s come to every party, stares at you for ninety-nine percent of the time he’s here, and then leaves. He’s obviously too shy. Why don’t you make the first move?”

“You know why.”

“Fuck’s sake, Y/N. Just because it’s been years since you’ve been with a guy, doesn’t mean you can’t ask one out. In fact, that’s why you should be asking one out. What, you just wanna keep eating out the other sorority girls for the rest of college?” Y/N’s cheeks are blazing. “That’s what I thought. Now, tonight, you’re going to go up to him when he gets here, ask him out, and go upstairs to your room and make out with him.”

“It’s not that easy!”

“Yes, it is! You’re horny. He’s horny. Kissing will come naturally.”

“Harry’s too sweet. He won’t wanna kiss someone like me.” Y/N looks down at the black dress she has laid out on her bed for tonight, along with a pair of black boots with a clear, transparent, thick heel.

“Are you kidding? He wants to do more than kiss. I guarantee it. Let’s just do your makeup light tonight, yeah? No sparkly grey eye shadow or black lipstick. How about mascara and chapstick?” Y/N pinches her face to show disgust. “Oh, come on! You’ll look like a little angel.”

Y/N sits down at her vanity and lets her friend doll her up for the night.


“Do you see her?”

Harry’s been wiping his hands on his black pants, nervously, over and over for the past ten minutes. He’s kept an eye out for Y/N, but her pretty hair hasn’t even flashed through the mob of people yet. He’s beginning to think she’s not here, which makes him want to leave. He came for her after all. In more ways than one.

“Styles, relax. You’ve asked me about Y/N six times since we’ve gotten here. How about you go upstairs and see if you can find her there?”

“I can’t go upstairs, that’s where the girls’ bedrooms are!” Harry begins to feel a little heat tingle in his cheeks, spreading down to his neck as he thinks about what Y/N’s room must look like, and if she keeps it clean or has clothes strewn about. Maybe a pair of her panties will be on the floor-

“Exactly! Maybe she’s still up there getting ready. Go check.”

“Yeah because a strange guy appearing in her bedroom isn’t creepy at all.”

“You’re not a strange guy. She knows who you are.”

“But still”, his lips turn downward into a pout as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know. Maybe she’s not-“

Harry loses his train of thought when he sees her. She emerges from the staircase, wearing a flowy black dress with a low cut to show off her cleavage, but her makeup is less dramatic. Nonetheless, she still looks beautiful to Harry, and he has to swallow before he begins drooling.

“Go talk to her!”

Harry’s feet feel glued to the floor, his mouth hung open and the front of his pants growing inevitably tighter. Oh, no. Not now. He doesn’t even have anything to hide his erection with, so he settles on standing behind Zayn and smiling when Y/N gives him a little wave.

“She wants your cock. What’re you doing standing behind me?”

“I’m in a bit of a situation.” He shuffles a bit to Zayn’s side, showing him his hard on, and shuffles right back behind him.

“Jesus, Harry! You’re hard right now? All you did was look at her!”

“I can’t help it!” He watches her converse with the other sorority girls, flipping her hair while laughing and looking absolutely stunning. “She’s… fuck, I don’t know.”

“Listen, just calm down right now, get that under control”, he signals to his crotch, “and then go talk to her. I’m gonna go find Quyen. I heard her and Wane have a thing, but we’ll see once she sees me.”

Harry rolls his eyes at Zayn’s cocky behavior, however wishing he had that attitude instead of his timid one. He begins to panic once he realizes he doesn’t have a shield anymore, and stands near a plant as coverage. Y/N looks in his direction again, smiling confusingly, but waving once more. Harry awkwardly laughs as he smiles, waving back and averting his eyes quickly so he doesn’t get even harder. He looks around, trying to distract himself and think about things that will make him soften up.

Okay, okay. Wet blankets. Cold rain. Your great-aunt Muriel naked… oh, gosh, I’m definitely soft now.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he no longer has a bulge trying to be known and ventures into the kitchen for a drink.

“Hey.” An angelic voice sounds from behind him, tapping him on the shoulder, and he nearly spits out his screwdriver when he sees Y/N’s pretty face.

“Uh, yeah, hi…” He’s nervous as can be, his face feeling like fire already, and he has to push his glasses up further on his nose just so he can have something to do instead of stare at the swell of her breasts. Have they always been this big?

“You just get here?” Y/N seems a tad nervous as well, brushing one of her curls behind her ear to get it out of her face (sometimes her hair annoys her so much she just wants to shave her head).

“Yeah, yeah, I, um… I came with my friend, who I think is looking for your friend right now”, he breathlessly laughs.

“Oh! Well, since your friend bailed on you, wanna hang out with me and my friends? We’re about to play spin the bottle. So cliche and adolescent, I know.” She looks down as continues. “I understand if you don’t wanna.”

“I’ll play!” Harry clears his throat, his voice coming out more high-pitched than he’d like. “That sounds fun.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “Goodie! Okay, come on.” She grabs him by the wrist and drags him to the den, a little ways off from the living area. His skin tingles from her touch, feeling like she just set a match and tossed it onto him… but in a good way. He takes a gander down and appreciates the sway of her bottom beneath the flimsy material of the dress, his face getting even redder, and he knows he must be a tomato by now. “Stay right here, I’m gonna go tell my friends I gathered up another person.”

He gives her a small nod, not even looking in her direction so he can try to calm down his aroused state. This is fucking ridiculous. How am I getting hard from just looking at her? Maybe I should go…

He rethinks everything when he sees Zayn’s arm around Quyen’s shoulder, a pang of jealousy hitting him in his chest. Of course as soon as Zayn gets here, he gets with a girl. Why can’t I? Skimming the room, he finds Y/N and begins walking over to her when she waves him over, taking deep breaths.

“Okay, we’ve all played this before, I don’t need to explain anything. Just sit your broke college asses down.” Quyen grabs a beer bottle from a lamp table and chugs down the contents, making sure it’s empty, and places it in the middle of the circle of young adults. “I’ll go first.” She spins it skillfully — like she’s played the game numerous times — and the neck of the bottle lands on Loenelle, a rambunctious college freshman who’s new to the sorority. “Look at that, Nelly.”

The young girl rises up to her knees and crawls over to Quyen, grabbing her face and kissing her — quite passionately — for longer than a couple seconds. Hoots and exaggerated moans are voiced by boys in the background, causing the kiss to cut short, and the moans turn into groans.

“Okay, my turn!” Loenelle’s spin lands on Harry, and he turns bright red. Despite having had flourishing relationships in college, he’s never played this game, nor displayed any type of affection in public, really. He feels clammy and sweats profusely as Loenelle crawls over to him. “You’re cute.” She smiles and plops herself down in his lap, earning cheers from Harry’s fellow colleagues, and a disgruntled expression from Y/N. The young girl initiates the kiss, latching her lips to Harry’s, and he’s so startled he doesn’t even close his eyes until the second before she pulls away. “Your turn now, cutie.”

“O-Okay…” His brain is a mess, riddled with horny thoughts and his cock twitching from just having a girl sat on him (although he wishes it was Y/N and not some girl he never even knew existed until two seconds ago). He reaches for the bottle, giving it a good round about, and it spins for quite some time, he thinks. Y/N’s eyebrows pinch together when he sees Quyen’s finger moving in a small circle close to her body so no one can see. She stops her hand when the bottle lands on Y/N, and Y/N all but faints right there. Sure, it’s cheating, but she’s wanted to kiss Harry for quite some time, and she’s going to take this as her opportunity. Harry’s eyes grow twice their size when he’s met with Y/N’s, and his cock is already bloating up at the prospect of feeling her soft plushy lips that he’s jerked off to countless times.

Neither of them make a move, too busy staring at each other, and Y/N feels like her heart is in her stomach.

“Come on! Some of us want it to be our turn!” Quyen shouts loudly, smiling not-so innocently at Y/N, and ushering with her hands to go over to Harry.

She crawls over on her knees, meeting Harry halfway in the middle of the circle, and squeals when she feels his big palm cup her cheek. They look at each other one long moment before molding their lips together, Harry gasping into the kiss as if he’s never kissed anyone, and his free hand goes down to Y/N’s side, giving it a sure grab and she jumps from the contact, moaning lowly into his mouth. The kiss turns heated quickly, worrying Harry slightly because he knows if he doesn’t break it, he’ll be jizzing in his pants, and he doesn’t want to again this week — it’ll be the fourth time. He pulls away abruptly, Y/N eyeing him confusingly as she nibbles on her bottom lip, and he just has to give her a quick peck when he sees how dark her lips had gotten from the kiss. She smiles at him sweetly, bringing him to sit with her as she spins the bottle for her turn. Harry looks at her lips the rest of the game, almost wishing she’d worn that reddish/brown lipstick so he could’ve known what it tastes like.


The game lasts a while, surprisingly, but Harry grows impatient with Y/N’s wandering hands traveling up and down his thigh, thinking he really might combust in his trousers if she didn’t stop — but he didn’t mind. His cheeks are still flushed, and Y/N finds it endearing because she hasn’t been with a boy in four years so she’s glad she can still have an effect on one. She steals glances at him every once in a while, although never stopping her hand from rubbing up and down his thick thigh, and she silently wishes she can ride it one day, along with something else.

The game does end though, thank God (he didn’t very much like watching a bunch of boys and girls kiss Y/N), and before he knows it, Harry’s being dragged back to the kitchen by Y/N’s delicate hand.

“Hey”, she chirps.

“Hey.” He smiles back.

“So, what’re you gonna do now?” She switches her gaze between Harry’s pretty eyes and the marble of the counter top.

“Probably stay with you”, he steps closer, “I don’t know where Zayn is. He left in the middle of the-“

“Harry, mate, we gotta go.” Zayn grabs Harry by the collar of his shirt in an attempt to yank him away, but Harry’s got a heavy foot on the floor.


“We were just starting to get to know each other.” Harry sees a bit of disappointment in Y/N’s eyes, and he wants to slap Zayn right now for ruining this moment with her.

“Sorry, love, there will be other times.” He refocuses back on Harry. “Let’s go.”

Harry, like a dumb ass, sticks out his hand for Y/N to shake, but she kisses his cheek instead and watches him blush as his friend drags him away.

“What’d you do?” Harry’s voice deepens as he speaks to Zayn, feeling annoyed and pissed off. “I was having a nice time with Y/N.”

“Why did I have to do something?”

“Because you’re you.”

“Fuck you, Zayn!” Quyen shouts from the porch as the two boys begin to run away, dodging a bottle she throws at them.

They make it to their dorm and rest their backs against the door as they try to catch their breath.

“What the fuck did you do?”

“All right, all right”, Zayn starts, “Quyen was giving me head, right? And then Wane just walks in her room, like, without even knocking. Who the fuck does that?” He throws his hands in the air in frustration. “And he gets all mad that Quyen had another guy’s dick in her mouth, so I dipped, obviously, but apparently I’m the one who ruined their ‘relationship’.” He uses air quotes with his fingers.

“Jesus, fuck, Zayn! Why do you fuck around with girls who have boyfriends?”

“They weren’t fucking official!” The tension in the room rises. “And Wane is really big — that meathead — and he’s the quarterback, and he’s gonna be looking for me, I know it.”

Harry pats his friend on the back, in a way to calm him down. “It’s okay. Was he angry with you when you left?”

“He just seemed angry in general.” He exhales sadly, sulking over to his bed and plopping down face first. “M’sorry I pulled you away from Y/N. You could’ve been blowing her back out right now.” Harry flushes madly for the hundredth time tonight and pushes his glasses up further on his nose. “Did you at least get her number?”


“S’okay. Just go over there tomorrow and ask for it.”

“I can’t just ask for her number.”

“You two were mouth fucking in front of everyone. Yes, you can ask for her number. You need to get laid, Harry. You and Leanne broke up months ago.”

Harry knows Zayn’s right. But everything would be a hell of a lot easier if the sole sight of Y/N didn’t plump up his cock.

He’ll need to speak with her tomorrow.


“Sooo, how’d it go with Harry last night? I didn’t see him after our game.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Quyen. When he left, he tried to shake my hand. Does that mean he doesn’t like me?”

“Of course he likes you! Didn’t you see how flustered he was last night when you were touching his leg? I thought he was gonna cum in his pants right then.”

“But… why did he try to shake my hand? Wouldn’t he have kissed me again? I’m the one who had to kiss him, and even that was a cheek kiss.”

“He’s a shy boy, Y/N. I bet he didn’t even fuck his past girlfriends. They probably just sat around and played chess.”

Y/N snorts. “Leave him alone! I’d love to play chess with him.”

“But wouldn’t you rather play with him?” Quyen wiggles her eyebrows. “I bet his dick is big. Nerdy boys always have huge cocks.”

Y/N shake her head in laughter. “What about you? How’d it go with Wane after Zayn left?”

“He’s pretty hurt, which I can understand. I shouldn’t have done that with Zayn.”

“You’re single, though. You and Wane weren’t exclusive.”

“I know, but his feelings are so hurt. That must mean he likes me, right?”

“I guess.”

Loenelle appears in the kitchen, popping her head in the doorway. “Y/N, that boy from last night is here to see you.”

“What?” Y/N puts her messy, frizzy hair in a quick bun in an attempt to pull herself together this morning – still a bit hungover – and wipes underneath her eyes in case she didn’t get all her mascara off last night before bed.

Harry walks in, timidly, with his hands in his pants. “Hi.”

Quyen smiles from behind her coffee mug, exiting the kitchen and saluting to Harry on her way out.

“Hi.” Y/N squeaks.

“How’d you sleep?” He seems just as nervous, despite his tongue having been in her mouth last night.

“Good.” She tuck a wispy baby hair behind her ear, knowing a spell she can use to make herself look presentable, but that’s a lost cause now since he’s already seen her like this, fresh out of bed. “You?”

“Yeah, good.” He gulps as he gets closer to her, their shoulders touching, and they both laugh at the awkward tension filling the kitchen. “So… I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yeah?” She seems preppy – a bit too preppy – and tries to mask it with a cough. “Wh-what do you wanna ask me?”

“Your, uh, your number. May I have it?”

Y/N nods far too quickly, her messy bun bouncing on her head, and she grabs a pen and paper from one of the kitchen drawers to write her number on. “Here ya go.”

“Thank you”, he does a little bow that makes Y/N chuckle into her palm, thinking he’s probably the cutest boy in the universe. “I’ll put it in my phone right now.” He does so in a flash, can’t believing it was all this simple.

“Kay.” She watches as he does, his bicep muscles flexing as he types, and she guesses she never really realized his toned physique because right in this moment, she wants to bit into his arms and climb him like a tree. “Your muscles are really big.” What? She wants to slap herself for saying that out loud, but it’s too late now.

His cheeks are plastered with pink as he smiles at her. “Th-thank you. You’re really pretty.” He has to look away before he becomes a tomato. He doesn’t know what it is about this girl that has him blushing all hours of the day. “You looked different last night than you usually do. A good different!” He rushes out the last part so he doesn’t sound like a college douche.

“Yeah? I wasn’t sure about it.”

“No, you looked good. Really pretty.”

Y/N feels her face becoming hot as well and has to look up at the ceiling tile to calm her heated body. “So”, she clears her throat before continuing, “are you gonna, like, ask me on a date?”

Harry gulps thickly, not expecting this to happen so soon. “Y-Yeah… if you want.” She nods with a smile. “O-Okay. Today?”

She nods again, smiling even bigger. “Today’s perfect.”

They talk a little more about where they want to go and what time, and when Harry leaves, he gives her a kiss instead of a stupid handshake.


It’s nearing the time of the date, and Y/N feels queasy. Her friends have tried calming her down, telling her it’ll be fine, but she still feels like she’s going to throw up.

“It’s okay! He seems to really like you!”

“But he’s so cute and perfect, and I’m… well look at me!” Y/N gestures down to her black and grey patterned fitted dress and her dark makeup. “We’re so different!”

“He told you he thinks you’re pretty, yeah? So, calm down. He obviously liked you when he first saw you like this, so there’s nothing to worry about. He’s going to think you look spectacular.” Quyen returns her focus back to the giant bowl in front of her on the stove, looking at the book beside it to see what else she needed to add in. 

“What’re you doing?”

“Making a potion. Don’t worry, s’not for you. It’s for Wane.”

“Quyen…” Y/N goes to the book and reads the title of the spell. “You can’t use a love potion to make him forget everything that happened. That’s not morally correct.”

“We’re witches. When have we ever been morally correct?”

“It’s not right. Just try working it out with your words”, Y/N emphasizes, “and not… rat fur and… egg shells?”

“This potion is full proof, don’t question it.” It’s completed rather quickly, Quyen pouring a cup of it and checking to see if it reacts with glass. “Don’t touch this. I’m gonna go get some bottles from upstairs to keep this in. Last thing we need is some drunk sorority girl drinking this, thinking it’s vodka.” She scurries off, leaving Y/N in the kitchen all alone until Harry pops in.

“Hi.” He looks so handsome for the date – dressed in black slacks, a white button-up with the top few buttons undone so his chest peaks through, and his hair is perfectly styled. “Ready?”, he asks after kissing her cheek.

Y/N feels panicked, trying to her best to hide the gigantic bowl on the stove full of preposterous ingredients. “Yeppers! Just gotta wait for Quyen to get back. I’m watching her, uh, soup for her.”

Harry cranes his neck to look over her shoulder at the bubbling liquid, pinching his face. “What kind of soup is she cooking?”

“Oh, you know… soup?”

Harry awkwardly laughs with his eyebrows raised. “Okay… well, where is she?”

“Here I am!” Quyen runs into the kitchen with her arms full of bottles and a funnel. “Sorry to keep your date waiting.”

“It’s okay”, he smiles at her friend. “Ready?” He offers Y/N his arm for her to loop hers into.

“But first! Y/N, can you go get me the laundry that’s by the staircase? I need to do a load.” Y/N eyes her suspiciously. “Please?” She obliges and gives Harry a sympathetic smile as she goes.

“So, Harry, would you mind doing something for me?”

“What do you need?”

“Well, you see, I’m a bit sick, so my taste buds aren’t working their best, and I can’t taste this soup. Would you mind tasting it for me, and telling me if it’s good or not?”

Harry eyes the glass on the counter, although this time, the liquid isn’t bubbling, and it looks to be a pinkish color, like strawberry milk. “Sure…” He takes a swig, smacking his lips together. “It’s not that bad, actually.”

Y/N toddles in with the laundry basket, dropping it to the floor when she sees Harry with the cup in his hand. She rushes over to grab it from him and slams it on the counter. “Don’t drink that!”

Harry feels a weird sensation in his tummy and chest, his eyes hooding and limbs feeling like jell-o. “Too late”, he smiles at her and pulls her in for a hug, rubbing his nose against hers. “You’re so pretty.”

Y/N leans away from him and eyes her friend furiously, although it doesn’t stop Harry from burrowing into Y/N’s neck and purring like a kitten. “Why did you let him drink it?”

“S’okay, it tasted good.” He looks up at her with soft eyes. “Don’t be mad, baby.”

“I wanted to see if it would work!” Quyen proclaims.

“You said it was full proof! Why would you need to check something that you knew is full proof?!”

“Your voice is sexy when you’re all mad.” Y/N can feel Harry smiling into her neck. “I like it.”

“What am I gonna do, huh? I can’t go on my date now!”

“I’ve never tried the potion, okay? I lied! Loenelle gave it to me because she tried it on her psychology teacher back in high school – which was a mess – but, still! And look, it obviously works! So I can use it on Wane now!”

“Oh, no, you’re not. You’re going to find a spell to reverse this one.” She gestures to Harry’s lanky body hanging onto hers. “This isn’t normal!”

“But it’s what you wanted, isn’t it? I can hear you masturbate in your room, you know? I’ve heard you call out Harry’s name!”

“Y-You touch yourself?” Harry looks up from Y/N’s neck and presses his lips to her jaw. “That’s hot.”


“All right! I’ll look for one now.” She skims through the book on a mission, not liking when people are upset with her, and Y/N is very upset with her right now. “Take him to your room for now, yeah? I’ll come get you when I find one.”

Y/N leads the two of them up the stairs, Harry still clinging to her body like a koala, and to her surprise, they make it to her bedroom without tumbling down the stairs.

“Oooh, what’re we gonna do in your room?” He collapses onto her bed, sprawled out on his back, and kicking his boots off with his feet.

“Nothing.” She says sternly. “Not until we fix you.” She sits down next to him and threads her fingers in his hair, feeling how soft it is.

“Fix me? I’m not broken.” He puffs out his lips in an adorable fashion, and Y/N can’t help but lean down and give him a little kiss. “Another.”

“Not until we fix you.”

“But I’m not broken!” He gets up on his knees and looks Y/N in the eyes, admiring their unique color. “You’re really pretty. Wanna kiss you all the time. I just never told you because I thought you weren’t into me.” Despite the spell, he feels vulnerable and distracts himself with the quilt on the bed.

“You thought I didn’t like you?” She uses his open persona to her advantage to dig in his mind a bit. “Why?”

“You never talked to me.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’d look at you, though, around campus. I think you’re the prettiest girl at this uni.” His eyes meet hers again.

“Really?” She hiccups with excitement.

“Mhmm”, he hums his assent. “I really wanna kiss you. Or have you in my lap.” He looks down at his straining crotch as he leans back on his palms behind him. “Look what you do to me.” Y/N feels her panties dampen as she takes in Harry’s appearance: flushed cheeks, the skin on his chest sweaty, his glasses barely hanging onto his face, and his cock trying to bust out of his zipper. “You make me hard like… like all the time.”

“I do?”, she squeals.

“Very.” His eyes rake up and down her body, stopping at her cleavage. “Your tits are so nice.”

Quyen better hurry up with the spell because Y/N is about to jump Harry’s bones. “Why don’t you get under the blankets, yeah? Get all cozy while I go talk to my friend.”

“Nooo”, he whines and pulls her down with him, nuzzling his face into her neck once again. “I want you to stay here with me.”

“I’ll be right back, okay? Promise.” She pecks his lips before wriggling out of his grasp and more-or-less slides down the staircase railing. “Quyen! What’s taking so long?”

“I can’t find one!” She appears panicked in the kitchen, her hair every which way, suggesting she was pulling on it. “I’m sorry! I’m really trying!”

“Let me look.” She flips through the pages frantically but ends up with nothing. “Fuck! What’re we gonna do, then? I have a horny boy up in my room, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Easy, go make him cum.”


“I’m just trying to lighten the mood?” Y/N rolls her eyes and continues skimming as Loenelle walks in. “Nelly! Do you know of a spell that reverses the love one?”

“Sure! But it’s mad nasty.”

“What is it?”

She whispers into Quyen’s ear, making her crinkle her nose and gag. “What? What’s the spell?”, Y/N asks.

“It’s not a spell… he has to drink what he did before… but with his cum added to it.”

“What?” Y/N shrieks, placing her fists on her hips. “How do you suppose I get that for the spell?”

The two girls look at her with a smile. “Just go suck his dick but have him cum in like a cup or something! Then bring it down to us so we can mix it into the pot.”

“I can’t believe this. It feels so wrong. So he has to drink his own cum?”

“Just ask him beforehand if he’s into that. You never know.”

“He’s probably not. Every guy I’ve slept with didn’t even let me kiss them after going down on them. It’s a masculinity thing.” Nelly crosses her arms.

“Harry’s feminine! Maybe he does it when he jerks off?” Quyen ushers Y/N up the stairs. “Go make him cum, and then hurry down. Here.” She hands her a cup. “Make sure it all gets in here. No swallowing.”

“But it’s not really him right now, right? It’s the same as having sex with someone who’s intoxicated?” Y/N’s beginning to feel sick.

“No, no.” Nelly waves her hand in the air in a dismissive manner. “He’s all still there. He just doesn’t have his filter. Everything he does and says is still him, he just doesn’t have to think twice about it because he likes you so much. It’s fine.”

Y/N takes a deep breath before ascending the stairs, the cup shaking in her hands. She hasn’t been with a boy in four years. What if she messes up? When she opens her door, she automatically feels her whole face prickle with heat. She wasn’t expecting this: Harry, on his back, his pants undone, his cock out and hard, dripping precum onto his knuckles that are around his shaft.

“You were gone too long.” He pouts and continues pumping his fist, groaning and tossing his head back. “I couldn’t wait.”

Mesmerized is an understatement of the trance Y/N is in right now. She hasn’t seen a cock in four years, and Harry’s puts every single one to shame. He’s big and thick, veiny from what she can tell when he moves his hand just right, and his balls are big and heavy with cum. If anything, she wants to continue to watch him get himself off instead of touching him, and she knows if she lays on the dirty talk, he’ll be coming in no time.

“You started without me?” She pouts her plushy lips as she crawls onto the bed with him, seating herself between his spread legs and having to resist the urge to take him into her mouth. “Bad boy.”

His hand speeds up dramatically, his eyes focused on her, and his abdomen clenches when he circles his palm around the drippy slit. “I’m a bad boy.” He plays into whatever game she’s in charge of now, and despite the haze his brain is in, he knows he would touch himself for her in a heartbeat.

“Very bad.” She relishes in the schlicking noise of his palm on his cock, nibbling on her bottom lip because she wants to nibble on his cockhead so badly, but she doesn’t want to take advantage of him in this state. “You gonna make yourself cum for me, baby? You gonna lick it up after?”

“Uh-huh”, he gasps and whines lowly, feeling his cum rising in his balls and he just about explodes when Y/N gets her tits out for him, watching her tweak her nipples and he grips onto her hair as he feels himself begin to shoot. Y/N angles the cup right above his tip, the container catching all his cum as she watches his face contort in pleasure. She thinks he’s the prettiest thing when he orgasms – his face all pink and his muscles contracting – and she kisses his stomach before pecking his lips.

“I’ll be right back to clean you up.” She whispers the sweet words into his ear before disappearing, holding the cup securely in her hands as to not spill any.

“You got it! That was quick-”

“Here! Just add it in so I can go and give it to him.”

Y/N rushes back upstairs with a new cup – careful not to spill this one either – and hands it to Harry. “What’s this?”

“Juice… to re-hydrate.”

“You’re so sweet.” He pinches her cheek before gulping it down. “That juice is salty.” She climbs into bed with him, keeping her distance for when he reverts back to himself.

“How do you feel?”

He looks down at his softening cock and then up at her, eyes going big and covering himself with his hands. “I’m sorry! I should’ve dressed myself before you got back up here.”

Y/N breathes a sigh of relief, tackling him in a hug and peppering his cheek with kisses. “Wanna go on our date now?”

“You still wanna go? Even after I… did that in front of you?”

She nods and giggles, pulling him up from the bed and tucking him back into his pants. “Maybe when we get back, I can do it in front of you.”

Harry’s getting hard again, already.


The date was a success. A messy, uncalculated success. They’d gone to a fancy dinner, had their orders messed up twice, shared some cheesy bread on their way back to campus, and had a bit of a make out session on the Omega Beta Zeta porch. It would’ve lasted longer if one of the girls hadn’t came out and cried on her phone to her mom about being home sick. Y/N whispered in his ear she’d like to see him again, and he gave her a forehead kiss before he left.

And they had seen each other since the date, many, many times. If they weren’t on a date, Harry was meeting her after class and pushing her up against a wall between two buildings so he could squeeze her ass. He’s been infatuated with it ever since she spent the night at his dorm and slept in only a pair of panties and one of his shirts, to which Zayn slid two fingers beside his mouth to form a ‘V’ when Y/N turned around and snuggled into Harry’s chest, but Harry brushed it off and fell asleep to the scent of Y/N’s hair.

That’s not to say Harry doesn’t want to. He desperately wants to eat Y/N out – wants to lick into her tight, little pussy and taste her sweet honey – but she hasn’t made a move since the night he jerked off in front of her, so he’s going to leave it at that.

Now, a couple more weeks into their relationship, it’s Halloween night, and Y/N’s sorority is throwing a party, as usual. Halloween is a fun night for the Omega Beta Zeta girls – all of them wanting to use their powers and cast some witchy spells, but they know they can’t during the party, so they get it all out of their systems as they finish up the decorations an hour before the party.

“So, does he know you’re a witch, yet?” Loenelle asks as she puts up some streamers.

“No… should I tell him?” Y/N fiddles with the solo cups in her hand, halting her from setting them out on the table. “I mean, won’t he think I’m weird?”

“Enough with the weirdness!” Quyen pops in wearing an apron while stirring a bowl of cake mix. “Why do you think you’re so weird? There’s nothing weird about you. You’re you, and that’s that.”


A slam of a door is heard, but the discussion is too heated for any of the girls to hear. “Stop! You’re a witch, we’re all witches, and none of us are weird. We are who we are.”

Harry enters the kitchen confusingly with one eyebrow raised. “Talking about costumes for tonight?”

“Yep!” Y/N skips over to him and smears her lips against his as a greeting. “Wanna go up to my room?” He nods, and she drags him up the stairs fervently, however Quyen’s voice is still heard.

“Tell him!” Her demand fades away into an echo as Y/N slams the door.

“Tell me what?” Harry sits down in her desk chair, spinning back and forth, and Y/N wishes he wasn’t so cute and innocent so telling him wouldn’t be so hard. She knows people typically think witches are evil and malicious, and she doesn’t want Harry to see her as that. She sighs and paces back and forth, thinking up some evidence she can use if he doesn’t believe her. “Baby?”

“What do you think of me?”

He pauses in the seat and places his forearms on his knees. “I think you’re amazing.” He reaches his arms out for her to grab and pulls her to his chest, his hands at her lower back. “I think you’re beautiful, and smart, and really fucking funny. I like you a lot.”

“So, if I tell you something… abnormal about myself… you wouldn’t leave?”

Harry doesn’t even have to think. “No.”

Y/N closes her eyes and inhales deeply to ground herself. “What you heard when you walked in… when you thought we were talking about costumes… well, we weren’t.” He raises an eyebrow in confusion. “We’re not dressing up as witches, we are witches.”

Harry is silent for a few seconds, troubling Y/N because she thinks she may have made him go into shock, and she feels tears prick her eyes as the silence grows longer. She walks towards the bed and curls into a ball, not knowing what else to do because if he believed her, he would’ve said something right? She heaves for only a few more seconds until she feels the bed dip, and a warm body cuddles up behind her.

“Baby, don’t cry.” He speaks into her neck, brushing her hair out of the way, and placing a kiss to her skin.

“You don’t believe me?” Her voice comes out broken, shattered.

“I… I don’t know what to believe. I’m not really into supernatural stuff…”

“So, you think I’m lying?” She says it more as a statement, getting up from the bed, and marching over to her window. “I’m not.” She points to her dying plant on the window sill and twirls her fingers over it, making the leafs become green again instead of the grey/brown, and Harry has to blink and rub his eyes to check if he’s seeing this correctly. “See? I wasn’t lying.”

“How… how?” He stares in amazement, getting up from the bed as well, and creeping over to where she’s standing.

“Because I’m a witch, like I said, but you didn’t believe me.” Crossing her arms in a hissy fit, Harry unravels them and hugs her tightly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I do now. That was incredible. So, what, you have powers or something?”

“Sort of”, her lips curve into a smile.

“How?” He pulls away and holds her by her hands as he memorizes every detail about her right now in this moment. “Is your family all witches? Have you always been a witch? Did you convert? Can you convert to being a witch? I have so many questions!”

“Later”, she stands on her tip-toes and places her lips to his cheek. “I wanna do something else right now.” She swiftly removes her top, giggling as Harry’s eyes grow twice their size and his pupils dilate so much, you almost can’t see the green in them. “Don’t be so surprised. I’ve been wanting to have sex, but I felt like it wasn’t right if you didn’t know me truly. But now you do!” She wraps her arms around his neck and begins placing kisses to his jaw. “Oh! One other thing. That night when you jerked off in front of me, you were under a spell. But we reversed it!”

“I was wondering why I was so different that night! It’s been driving me crazy ever since.” Y/N squeals when Harry picks her up and places her back on the bed, although he remains standing as he removes his bottoms. “Wanna taste you so bad. Okay?”

“Yes”, her voice is soft when she sees Harry’s cock again for the first time since that night, biting her lip because she really wants a taste, but forgets all that when she’s dragged to the end of the bed. Her legs are propped up on Harry’s shoulders, as he’s on the floor kneeling, and he uses one hand to hold her open as his other is already playing with his cock.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He licks her entirety and moans at the taste, his eyes hooding and darkening when he sees Y/N’s thighs shake and tremble. “Like my tongue?”

Nggh”, she clenches the sheets and curls her toes when he sucks her clit into his mouth, engulfing it in warmth. He explores all over her cunt, darting his tongue everywhere he can, and dragging his lips across her soft bits and the parts that are squishy and bumpy. He even slips his tongue inside for a bit, sliding it in and out, and licks his lips once he pulls away from her. “No, don’t-don’t stop.”

“You don’t want me to fuck you?” He taunts her sexily, stroking his cock as he stands up and looks at her sprawled out for him. Based on the way she was squeezing his tongue, he knows he’s not going to last long inside her tight walls.

“Yes! Get over here”, she sits up and brings him back down with her, feeling his swollen cockhead brush over her clit, and she has to bite into his neck from the sensitivity of it all. “One thing, though.” He eyes her seriously. “I haven’t had sex with a guy in a while… a long while… so be gentle, okay?”

Harry’s cock gives a twitch just at the sole fact he’s going to be the one to fuck her after so long, and he runs his fingers through his hair before lining himself up with her. (They’ve talked about fucking before – condoms, all kinds of contraceptive – and they both agreed bare is best for them. If he does end up coming in her, she can take the morning after pill). He looks into her eyes and pushes in, feeling her contract and squeeze him, and he knows he must look like a fool right now with flushed cheeks, his glasses about to fall off, his mouth ajar, and his eyes rolled back in his head, but he couldn’t care less with this snug pussy wrapped around his hard cock. Harry’s had sex a good amount, but no one he’s ever fucked has felt like this. He has to pause for a moment to take it all in, and he lets out an embarrassing whine when she pushes down on his lower back to signal she wants him deeper. When he bottoms out, he tosses his head back and tightens his jaw, thinking he could nut off in her if they just stayed like this a little longer.

“Fucking hell, you feel amazing, so good.” He starts up a slow but steady speed to satisfy the both of them, and his abdomen clenches when he hears her emit the sexiest fucking noise he’s ever heard. Despite still wearing a bra, her tits bounce in the material, and Harry just has to take it off of her; been dreaming about her breasts, and he feels himself salivate when he sees them for the first time. They’re just like he imagined them – the perfect size for his hand, her nipples pebbled and begging to be sucked on – and he wastes no time in speeding up his thrusts so he can watch them jiggle from the severity of his fucking. “Such a good girl, feel so fucking good.”

Y/N’s moaning lewdly into his neck, biting his shoulder and bicep from time-to-time, and she cries out when his pelvis begins slapping away at her clit, causing her head to fall back and squeeze her thighs tighter around Harry’s body. He’s never said dirty things like this before, and it just adds to the sensation of Y/N getting fucked for the first time in years, and she thinks she may cry she feels so euphoric. “So good, Harry. You’re so big inside me.”

“Yeah? Big enough for your tight cunt, dripping all over me?”

Y/N flips them after hearing that, ready to cum, and she chases after her orgasm by bouncing furiously on his cock, her hands to his chest to steady her, and she wails into the air when she feels a pair of soft lips latch onto her nipple.

“Gonna cum, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, gonna cum all over you.”

He pulls her down to his chest to whisper in her ear. “Go ahead and cum for me, like I know you’ve thought about when you touch yourself. Fuck my cock and make your pussy cum.”

Y/N spasms as her orgasm floods through her, her whole body quaking – quite embarrassingly if she were fucking anyone else – and she lays limp on his body as her cunt coats his cock in her juices, feeling her wetness drip down her thigh.

“That’s my good girl.” Harry nibbles on her earlobe as he fucks up into her, now chasing his orgasm, and he has to pull out abruptly to cum on her stomach before the sound of his balls slapping against her ass became too much for him to handle. He shouts into her shoulder as he sprays his sticky cum all over her, feeling it land on his stomach as well, but it doesn’t matter where it lands because Y/N’s a sleepy mess and ends up collapsing onto his torso, her cheek to his chest.

“That was really… fuck…”

Harry snorts into her hair and threads his fingers through it. “You all right?”

“More than all right.” She lifts her head as much as she can in her post-orgasmic state and kisses his chin.

Harry knows he should get her back down there for the party, but he’s selfish – he knows – and wants to stay in this moment forever.


“Sorry, we took a nap.” Y/N and Harry walk down to the kitchen hand-in-hand, but it’s obvious they just fucked; their hair is all disarrayed, they’re not wearing their shoes, and Harry’s shirt is buttoned incorrectly.

“Funny, I don’t remember naps sounding like oh, yes, gonna cum all over your big cock!” Quyen laughs over her shoulder as she washes the utensils she used to cook with earlier.

“I did not say that!” Y/N flushes and buries her face into Harry’s neck, wishing he could do the same, so he settles on hiding his in her hair to avoid showing his red face.

“Whatever”, her friend continues to chuckle into her elbow, “come help bring the desserts to the table. The party’s starting in like twenty minutes.”

Harry lowers his lips to Y/N’s ear. “I already had my dessert.” She giggles and juts him with her hip, although it does nothing but make him squeeze her ass when her friends aren’t looking.

If Y/N had known all this would have happened by just talking to Harry at one of her parties, she would have done so freshman year.

Blush for me

I won’t have much time writing the things from my list before the weekend (and the requests :( because I’m so exhausted at work) but I wanted to post something during the week so I did a quick alteration of my old Reylo fic, so that it’s about a very shy reader who blushes easily, and who starts working in a café owned by an orc. ❤️🍰🥐🍩 It’s based on the manga Apple Cheek Love by Maki Usami!


It’s been a year since you saw him last. Your crush graduated from college without both of you having exchanged one word. He belonged to an entirely different group of people, he was surrounded by popular students, beautiful girls and you were rather quiet, always with a book in your hand.  He never noticed you, how you looked at him at parties, standing in the background, where you felt you belonged. There was also this thing, that made you cringe every time you even thought about it - you blushed really easily, every time you felt embarrassed or overwhelmed, it crept on your face and tinted your cheeks with a shade that immediately betrayed what you were feeling.

After twelve months, while walking down the street, you noticed him sitting in a café with two friends. At first, you contemplated getting in and buying a coffee, but at the same time you felt warmth spreading on your face and knew you had flushed cheeks again, so you walked away, with your heart fluttering in your chest.
A couple of days later, you happened to pass the same café, and there, by the window, you saw him again, with a muffin in front of him at the table, reading a book. He must have lived in this part of the town, or maybe worked near by? Your eyes caught a piece of paper hanging on the window.

Register, bussing, flexible schedule
You stood for a minute and stared at the letters, a plan hatching in your head…

Two days later you stood at the register in an apron, with a name tag attached to your chest, and the owner of the café, Varg, an orc, staring at you with fierce black eyes, while his long, pointy green ears twitched.

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request: Hi! I love that you’re starting to do some black panther drabbles! I’m not sure if you do T’Challa, but could you do like some sort of angst/turns into a happy ending? Like she and him like each other, but because he became king, she feels like he doesn’t have time for a relationship and isolates herself from him and then he gets all pissed she ignores him. He ignores her and they’re both moody until someone yells at the two of them. Something like this ish~ T’Challa Drabble anon here! My message got cut off, but thank you if you do do it!

I have never tried writing for T’Challa so I really do hope I do his character some justice! It really is all thanks to Shuri that I started writing some black panther drabbles - she is such a sunshine, I love Shuri. Hopefully you will enjoy this! Thank you for sending in your request.

Originally posted by capntony

You always thought that once you got past the stage of being awkwardly in love with each other and finding out that you like him just as much as he likes you, that things would be alright and you would have the happy ending that you have been longing for. But life has a funny way of showing you that you probably need to work for it.

It started when the late King T’Chaka passed away, making Prince T’Challa the king, succeeding his late father’s throne. Honestly, there was really no problem with T’Challa being the king, mostly because you know that he has been groomed to be the next king ever since he could walk and you also know deep down inside that he will make a really great king.

The problem herein lies at the fact that T’Challa is now a King and not just any King - he is now the King to Wakanda. Before when he was still a prince, the difference in status was nothing to bother with seeing as that was something T’Challa often try to assure you and that is one of the things that made you fall for him; the fact that status mattered not for him and how T’Challa would often walk around the city with you always make you feel comforted, assured and loved even.

So being the smart person that you are (in attempting to protect your heart), you decided to cut ties with T’Challa, to save him from having to hurt you or disappoint you (it wasn’t like you haven’t heard of how amazing his ex-girlfriend had been). T’Challa probably did not even have time for a relationship either so whatever feelings that were budding between the two of you, you decided to just ignore it and by doing so, you also decided to try and ignore T’Challa as well.

“What has gotten into you, brother?” Shuri asks when she catches the sullen look on her brother’s face and T’Challa turns to look at her before shaking his head, swallowing the sigh that threatened to leave him for the umpteenth time. She places her tools down and raises one of her eyebrows. “You can fool anyone else, brother, but I know you. What is wrong?”

T’Challa furrows his eyebrows, considering telling Shuri his problem. When Shuri looks at him expectantly, T’Challa finally sighs before he turns to look out the laboratory. “Y/N is avoiding me, it seems.”

Both of Shuri’s eyebrows rose up in surprise. She opens her mouth to say something but then closes it once more when she realizes the truth in her brother’s words. Shuri hasn’t seen you in a while now - close to two weeks? - and that in itself is a weird thing because Shuri likes to think that the two of you are attached at the hip. Not that she minded at all because Shuri finds you adorable and nice and she really likes seeing her brother with you; oh yes, she knows all about T’Challa’s feelings for you and yours for him - literally everybody could see it.

“You agree then? Y/N really is avoiding me.” T’Challa states firmly, making no room for Shuri to say anything. He has been beside himself, trying to figure out if he had done anything wrong but whenever he tried to contact you through the Kimoyo beads, yours is always turned off and you rarely ever appear at the Palace and T’Challa really misses your company. He shakes his head, turning back to Shuri. “Perhaps this is better for me. I should concentrate in becoming King.” He declares without any meaning behind his words. “I shall take my leave now, Shuri.”

Shuri could only watch her brother walk away from her. A frown appears on her face as she mulls over what T’Challa had just said before she decides to abandon her work altogether. “Your words would have been more believable if you did not have that broken look on your face, brother.” Shuri murmurs to herself as she tries to rake her brain for something, anything and a smile appears on her face when she finally realizes something.

Shuri finds you by the edge of the city, helping out at the orphanage and the moment you spy her, you smiled at first before you caught yourself and you tried making yourself busy. Shuri shakes her head at your actions as she approaches you. “You can stop pretending to be busy, Y/N.”

You glance at her but did not stop your actions. “Princess Shuri,” You greet her lightly and Shuri furrows her eyebrows at your tone. She dismisses her loyal bodyguards and comes to sit beside you. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“You need to talk to my brother, Y/N.” Shuri says frankly. She sees you visibly flinching at her brother’s name. “My brother also needs to talk to you. The both of you are seriously being like little children here and I thought I was the younger one.” Shuri shakes her head in annoyance as she thinks about her brooding brother.

You bite the inside of your cheek at Shuri’s words. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk to T’Challa but just as you had thought to ignore him, T’Challa seems to be doing the same thing to you too and even though you deserved that for being the first to ignore him (instead of talking to him like the adult that you are), it still hurt you a lot to not have him by your side or to not be by his side, talking and laughing like the two of you normally did.

Shuri looks at the orphanage. “Do you remember when we first met you, Y/N?” Shuri asks and against your better judgment, a smile appears on your face when you thought back to when you had met T’Challa and Shuri for the first time. “It was another orphanage, just like this one and T’Challa accidentally poured all of his coffee over you.” Shuri chuckles; her brother was almost rendered useless whenever he comes across someone that he really likes and it had been a funny sight then.

You could not help but giggle. “He froze.”

Shuri laughs, nodding her head. “Like an antelope!” The two of you shared a few more laughters before Shuri stands up. “You should really talk to my brother, Y/N. You probably already knows this but he really misses you a lot and has been brooding and I think I can also the same about you too.” She points out gently and you look away before slowly nodding your head. “Good, now, let’s get to my brother!” Shuri pulls on your hand causing you to squeal as she all but drags you back to towards the palace.

“Sh- Shuri!”

“If I give you any more time, you will probably go run the other direction or worse, move out to one of the remote villages!”

Which is how you find yourself sitting on the chair, staring at anything and everything but the man whose gaze is burning you. You really want to talk to T’Challa but your tongue feels heavy and tied and you grasp onto your dress, tracing the patterns.

It was T’Challa who broke the (uncomfortable) silence between the two of you. “That is the dress I bought.” He observes and a small smile appears on his face. “I knew it would look really nice on you.”

You could not help but smile at the compliment, finally turning to look at T’Challa. The moment you look at him, he takes your breath away and the way T’Challa is staring at you is making you feel flustered but at the same time, you enjoy having him look at you like that. You just really miss him in general. “I am sorry.” You tell him after some time. “I was insecure and my doubts grew and I convinced myself that you had no time to be in a relationship.” You look away from him, to stare at a random painting on the wall.

T’Challa is quiet for a few minutes and then he stands up. You definitely can’t help the shudders that run through your body at the prospect of things ending between the two of you - even if you knew this was all your fault. You look down at your lap and tears well up in your eyes when you hear T’Challa padding away. What surprised you though is when he sits beside you and gathered you in his arms, prompting you to wrap your own arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest.

“I am sorry too, Y/N.” He murmurs as he gently caresses your back. This is the first time T’Challa has actually hugged you and his only regret is that he hadn’t done it sooner - you fit in his arms like the final piece of a puzzle. “I should have come after you, to talk things out but,” T’Challa shakes his head, pulling back so that he can cup your cheeks with his hands. “When it comes to you, I come to find myself doing things I normally would not do.” He caresses your cheeks with his thumb, staring at you with so much love in his eyes the tears that you tried to hold back falls, one by one. “Y/N…” The way he murmurs your name makes you sniffle and he wipes away the tears with his thumb, leaning in to press his lips on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and lastly, your lips.

You move your arms higher so that they are now wrapped around T’Challa’s neck and you pull him in, deepening the kiss as you close your eyes to enjoy the moment. T’Challa groans appreciatively, pulling you closer to him and just as things are starting to get heated, the door opens and Shuri lets out a squeak.

“When I said to sort things out, I meant to talk! Not to suck the living life out of each other - what are you, dementors?”

Imagine…Being Cursed Into A Dog

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Request: Dean x reader but the reader turns into a dog but she was on her way out of town she when she shows up as a dog the boys don’t know it’s her because they think she left town and when they think she’s gone missing after days of her being radio silent dean confides in the “dog” about how in love he is with the reader and how afraid he is she’s in trouble

Pairing: Dean x reader

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Bad day

Summary: Virgil has a bad day. Fluff.

Pairing: LAMP (platonic or romantic).

Words: 1863 words.

Triggers/warnings: bad day.

A/N: This story is dedicated to everyone who needs to be cheered up, especially @fanfictionsideaccount, who is having a bad time, too. Although she says she deserves the things that are happening to her (I cannot judge that, because I don’t know her personally), I believe she also deserves to feel good from time to time. Hopefully, this fic can help with that. Laney, I hope you’re feeling better soon and don’t hesitate to reach out again, okay? ILY.

Everything was fine. He was fine. There was nothing wrong, nothing even remotely off. It was sunny outside, today was Thomas’ day off and their host was just doing own thing and enjoying the day. The sides had gathered in the commons of the Mind Palace, doing their own thing as well. 

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A quick oneshot for Shadow and Infinite to make up, via Cream the Rabbit braiding Infinite’s hair and telling Shadow he’s a jerk.

If you’d like to understand the context of these read on! There are some slight spoilers for OSR, but nothing huge. ^ v ^

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Fan girl ~ Loki

Originally posted by thorkizilla

What if one of Loki’s fans had been in the street and seen him?

Your day was going by as it normally did. You roamed the streets, hood up and glancing around. You were waiting for the right person to walk by. That’s when you see two men walking in front of you. One is a long haired blonde and massive while the other has long black hair, is equally tall, but built much thinner.

The black haired one is wearing a suit and you quickly decide he looks rich. Hopefully he’s the kind to carry benjamins in his wallet.

You follow them for a little bit and begin to get closer. Waiting for the right moment. You creep behind the man and begin reaching for his pocket.

You jump in shock when two girls rush over screaming. For a second you think they caught you trying to pick pocket the man. With wide eyes you watch as the two girls run up to the blonde man. That’s when you finally see his face and your jaw drops. He’s Thor! An Avenger and god of Thunder.

You roll your eyes as the two girls start flirting with Thor and ask for his picture. The man with Thor is obviously annoyed also as he turns away and instead looks directly at you. That’s when you nearly lose it.

“Oh my god, your Loki!” You say, excitement filling your body. You almost saw the god of mischief as a role model. At a young age you had been introduced to the thief life in order to survive. Now a days you did much more then petty crimes. In fact pick pocketing was simply a hobby compared to the crimes you have committed. And now to meet the man that wanted to contain the feral animal that is man kind is mind blowing.

“Yes I tried to take over Earth but please don’t scream it’s quite annoying,” the god mutters.

“Oh trust me I’m not scared! Overjoyed yes! I’m such a huge fan, I was just thinking about how annoying those two over there are but then I saw who was with Thor! I gotta take a picture with you, the gang will love it,” you say already pulling out your phone.

You notice Loki’s shocked look but ignore it and instead position yourself next to him to take a selfie. He glances at the camera and smirks. Click.

“Perfect! Thank you so much,” you exclaim with a huge smile.

“If I may ask, what could possibly make a young mortal as yourself see me as someone to be like?” He asks.

You shrug thinking over what to say. “Let’s just say ever since I was young I’ve been doing bad cause humanity did me bad. It was nice to see someone else that hates humans actually do something about it,” you giggle, wondering if you admitted to much. Was it wrong to hate your own race? Probably.

“What is your name?”

“Y/N,” you respond with a smile.

By now the girls had left and Thor had turned to see what his brother was up to. He was shocked to see him talking to a midgardian, both holding smiles on their face.

“Loki we must go,” Thor says, almost as if it was Loki that had been holding them up this whole time.

Loki rolls his eyes at the other god and turns back to the human. “I will see you again one day Y/N,” the handsome god says before placing a chaste kiss on your check and disappearing into the crowd.

Definitely the best day ever.

Run To Me; Part Ninteen

Summary: Dad!Mob!Tom. Sequel to BAK but you don’t have to read that one first. If you wish too, the link is in my bio masterlist!! Where old feelings arise but other things get in the way. Whether it’s kids, fears or things from your past coming back to haunt you.

Run To Me: Series Masterlist!

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: Guns and other weapons!! Both mentioned and used.

Notes: Thank you so much for blowing me awya with the feedback on the alst chapter after I pointed out the lack of!! it seriously means a lot :-)

“Don’t scream, don’t reach for your phone and don’t try to fight back.”

Now, five years ago your first instinct would have been to fight back. You would have swung an arm back and ducked and then waited for a bang but this time around you stayed completely still, chest moving in and out steadily though your heart was accelerated and any more you swore it would have given out. Then there was the thought of Rosie in the other room. Alone.

A solid thirty seconds you stood there silently, suffering with every heartbeat protruding through your ears. Did that make any sense? Probably not. That was the level of fear that was radiating off of not only you but Aiden. He shook, the gun cold beneath his clammy palms. It was a heavy object, holding only so much power. A suffocating amount.

“Aiden,” You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek and keep your eyes trained on the patio door. “What are you doing here?”

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Everyday Things

Pairing: Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Since the moment you moved in Tom has treated you more like a maid than a roommate, tired of his actions you confront him about it.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.3k

Prompt #24: “I can’t keep doing this.” 

A/N: So this is for @starksparker 10k writing challenge! I’m sorry that it took me so long to post! Hopefully you’ll still enjoy it! :)) ilysm xx

Originally posted by parkerpunology

“Thomas Holland!” You screeched, storming out of your room marching into the kitchen where Tom was opening up a beer. “Good afternoon to you too darling.” Tom chuckled, taking a swig of the cold beverage.

You frowned at his calm stature, annoyed that he wasn’t the slightest bit concerned or affected by your outburst. He really knew how to push your buttons without even trying to.

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anonymous asked:

ok could you please write something on how harry'd be during an argument i need this conceptualised

some drama

“What do yeh mean yeh broke it?”

The words are icy, laced with annoyance as he reiterates them for the third time within the past couple of minutes. You’d be standing just across the bedroom, body coiling away from him as you start to realize he’s submitting himself to his temper.

It’s not a side of him you see too often, as he’s not one to get mad easily. And he doesn’t care to lose his temper with people, not with you, especially you. But right now he’s bubbling with anger, it’s obvious to you once you realize the slight bulge of the vein in his neck as he restrains from raising his voice. He doesn’t want to raise his voice at you, he doesn’t like to and he almost never does. Right now, in this moment though, he doesn’t know if he can avoid it much longer. 

You’d be quiet, not sure of what to say because you fear that coming at him with a rebuttal is practically useless. He was right to be mad, and you were sure that if the roles were reversed you’d be mortified. It wasn’t intentional, you hadn’t done it on purpose and you didn’t mean to be so careless. In a few minutes, hopefully, he’d come to understand that it was an honest mistake. In this second, as he stared at you through the slits in his eyes from across the bed, he wasn’t understanding anything but the anger building within him. 

“I just,” you bit back on your lip, shifting your stance uncomfortably, “it was an accident. I swear.” 

“S’not…” he’d take an abrupt exhale, “it isn’t fucking turning on, (Y/N).” 

A worried expression had swept across your face, permanently etched on by now as you watch him fumble with his phone a few feet away from you. In reality, it was really his own fault. You’d be itching to tell him that he should be more careful, and that you wouldn’t have put his phone through the wash cycle if he hadn’t been careless enough to leave it hidden in the back pocket of his skinnies. But there was no way you’d say that, not now, as his cheeks flushed more and more red each time he tried powering his phone back on. 

Each time the screen remained the same, dark and pitch black with no sign of life, he’d suck another breath in before painfully letting it all out. After the fifth time, the phone pressed so tightly against the palm of his hand, he let his eyes shut closed before he pursed his lips. You were sure he’d lose feeling in them, because they were pursed together so tightly you could almost see the usual raspberry shade of his lips begin to fade. And his breaths were getting shaky, because everything is on that phone, and how could you have not seen his fucking phone? How could you not hear it clanking about inside the wash machine? 

“What m’I supposed t’do now? Everything is on here! Fuckin’ lost it all!” His arms are flailing now, voice raising with each word. 

“I’m sorry,” you’d insist, arms folding across your chest, “I didn’t think to look in your pocket! We can take it to get it fixed, right? You can do that? Put it in rice or something?”

“Put it in rice?” he’d hiss, “Yeh fuckin’ mad or somethin’? Not putting m’phone in rice.”

You’d know he’s only getting this frantic because panic is creeping in, because that phone really does have everything on it. You’d know he’s only this mad, face heating up as he let’s his voice raise, allowing his anger to overpower his ability to rationalize, because he knows he was stupid to toss his jeans into the hamper without remembering his phone. It didn’t make the fight any less real, as he continued to really give it to you.

“Yeh didn’t think! I don’t know if someone can fix this! Yeh bloody washed it in soap ’n water!” He’d bellow, hoisting the phone up as he brought his finger to his head.

The visible look of regret on your face, mixed in with a little bit of hurt feelings as he goes on scolding you as if you were a child, makes him back peddle a bit. The heat of the moment tends to get the best of him, it’s how most of your arguments usually end up getting to that: getting to arguments. He’d start to feel a little guilty, reprimanding you for something that really was just an accident. It doesn’t make him any less mad, though, because the phone is still lifeless in his hand, and he’s panicking and freaking out over all the important emails and contacts he may have lost. 

So he’d take a couple deep breaths, demeanor softening just a little as he unclenches the fist at his sides. He’d be sure that his nails dug little crescents into the palms of his hand, because they usually did on the occasion where he’d get angry. He’d run a hand through his hair, tousling with it a bit before he brought it down and ran a hand of his face once or twice. Then he’d jam the phone in his pocket, eyes running over you before his tongue jutted out and swiped over his bottom lip. He’s sure you’re cross with him now, for raising his voice like that, and in all honesty he’s still angry that you just put his fucking cell phone into the washer. 

We are not goin’ t’see if someone can fix this. I’m going t’see if someone can fuckin’ fix this thing,” he’d exhale, voice coming down now, “need t’just, not be here fo’ a little while.” 

And it’s for the best that he’s stepping out for a little, it’s what he tends to down when things escalate between the two of you. A little space to clear your heads is what usually puts out the fire of a fight, and you breath out a sigh of relief when you hear the slam of the front door. Because he had done a knock up job at getting you pissed off, too. And when he gets in the car, he lets his head fall against the headrest of the drivers seat, a dragged out groan of frustration eliciting itself from him before he goes off to find someone who can revive his phone.