and i just love this so much because it was the exact right words at the exact right time

Writing is Hard, pt 9: Sexting

Summary: You send Dean some dirty pictures.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warning: Smut, taking pictures during sex

Word Count: 2600ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


You hold up the phone, then almost instantly put it down.

This is stupid.

No. This isn’t stupid. This will be hot. Just do it.

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Experiment #4 - Request

Requested by: you know the sinners.

Summary: Sherlock and reader hold a Series of Experiments in which they test out several smutty theories with practise. Who thought science would be so fun?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,973

Warnings: Rough smut - un-protected, over-stimulation, oral, fingering.

A/N: Dear lord from Heaven, please forgive me.

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Originally posted by estherlune

| One | Two | Three |

“(Y/N),” Sherlock called, “I need you to hand me the silver knife inside of the freezer, please.”

“I’m literally at the other side of London!” She argued through the phone.

“Oh, don’t worry, there’s no hurry.” She hung up and Sherlock breathed out a laugh as he placed his phone at the tiny coffee table by his side.

“You really think she’s coming?”

“Of course she is. She never fails.” Sherlock answered confidently, and then both of them waited patiently for her arrival.

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|| needy ||

{summary: i’ve never been so needy before in my life.}

A lot of readers want more fuckboi!peter parker, so here’s || absolutely || written in his pov 👅👅👅

im also gonna put this out there but cartel’s [[the perfect mistake]] is fuckboi!peter parker’s theme song ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @fandom-flash , @babeychocolatemai , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

warnings: mentions of sexual content, explicit language & attempts at an attack

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Despite everything that’s being said about me (even if most of them are true), I genuinely did love Liz Allan, and she was honestly the first one I have ever been intimate with.

I met her on the academic decathlon team and recall joining it solely for the purpose of getting closer her, the team’s captain. I was in love with the waves of her dark hair and constantly imagined what her smooth, mocha skin would taste like against my lips.

When we started dating, it was like a dream come for me.

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I’m emotionally exhausted and angry: Why Sense8 being cancelled is not about losing a good TV show, it’s about what that says about the current state of the world.

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My list of favorite shows (other than sense8) includes things like Torchwood and Agent Carter, so clearly I have a thing for doomed TV shows and I’m not new to the feeling of betrayal and lost that comes with your average cancellation, but I believe that sense8 is not your average situation and that’s why it has been trending worldwide on twitter for 8+ hours and it made so many people deeply upset.

Sense8 being cancelled is the entertainment industry equivalent of Trump winning the elections. In Freema Agyeman’s words: ‘A real kick in the teeth for everyone who is striving to make TV more representational & inclusive’. And, because that’s the way media works, a direct reflection of what’s going on in the rest of world right now. And it happened in the fucking first day of pride month, no less.

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The Painter’s Muse

OMG ANON THANK YOU! I always love getting requests, they’re so fun. I hope you like it anon! Tbh, I never considered writing a Minghao imagine, but I like how it ended up(:

Originally posted by mountean

Pairing: Minghao/Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Word Count: 3K

Summary: You’ve sworn you seen the girl in the painting, staring contently at you, you just don’t remember ever posing for the picture centuries before. 

Author’s note: I never really thought of writing a soulmate AU, but I decided that a reincarnation one was the only one that makes sense. I read soulmate AU’s a lot, and I love them, it’s just sometimes things don’t add up. Thats why Minghao’s names are different in his past life times, because I feel like that makes the most sense, also I just FINISHED GOBLIN. Which plays with the same idea and I will forever be obsessed with the grim reaper and sunny. THEY WERE SO DAMN CUTE. Someone hold me, I’m still recovering from the drama. 

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Elephant in the Room

Combination of Two Prompts: How would Batmom react to Teen Titans Robin and him not being in contact with them for so long? What would happen if she showed up at the tower? AND Dick calls Bruce and Batmom dad and mom for the first time after being adopted.

Words: 1745

AN: This was a pretty long one, but filled with fluffy feels, and I love it!!!


Your son is one of the best of his generation, and in your mother’s eye, the best. You understand why he left, you support his choice of independence, but an entire year without a call is simply too much. He stayed in contact for the first two, a random call here, and email, there, but then suddenly there was nothing.

          The only thing that let you know he was still alive were the news reports. Bruce, of course, follows every morsel of news. Though he’d never say it out loud, he knows that things need to be fixed.  You’d be willing to bet the Wayne family fortune that Dick knows the exact same thing.

          You can’t help but smile, after all, that’s what you’re here for; to beat sense into those stubborn heads. The security system is the exact same as the Batcave’s, and you’re surprised to find that your codes work.

          You let yourself in, and one quick hack into the system tells you that no one is there. So you wander, you take in the sights, and look around at the home your son has built for himself. You smile when you find his room. He’s changed his uniform a bit. There are no photos in obvious places or any real identifying marks.

          You leave the room for the common room and take a seat on the couch. You pull the photo album out and just wait. When the sound of footsteps and laughter sounds, you slip on the mask that’s needed; it actually goes rather nicely with your outfit.

          More than just his team strolls through the doors, it seems like every super powered teen in existence is there and Dick just stops at the sight of you. You stand up, and say, “I didn’t realize you’d be in the middle of a party.”

          He stiffens a bit and asks, “What are you doing here?” His voice is a bit hesitant.

          You grab your bag, and approach him. The closer you get the more you realize just how much he’s grown. You smile and say, “We need to talk.” He glances back at his friends and back to you, you just say, “I’ll wait in your room, I already know the way.”

          He watches you slide through the doors and Starfire asks, “Robin, who is that woman?”

          His voice is tight with emotion when he says “She’s my mother.”

          There’s a collective statement of “You have a mother?”

          Dick just glances at Roy and Wally, the only two not surprised and says, “Of course I have a mother.” Before he walks out of the room.

          He finds you sitting on the bed, sans mask. Before he can say a word you say, “No masks, you know the rules.”

          He doesn’t fight you on it, just removes his mask. You smile and open your arms. Sure enough he slides right into them. His head goes to your lap, and your fingers run through his hair. When the sobs come you know something happened, that there was a reason he hadn’t called.

          You let him cry, because sometimes everyone needs to, and you’d be willing to bet that your baby is long overdue. When he’s done, he slides on to the bed and tells you everything. He tells you about being held against his will by Slade, being forced to do horrible things, and then he tells you about the Brotherhood of Evil, and finally about Trigon.

          You listen as he pours out every pent up emotion, and when he’s done you don’t say anything about it. Instead you start on your own story, “Do you remember when you first came to live at the manor?”

          His brow furrows, “Of course.”

          You smile and remove a stuffed elephant from your bag, his eyes go wide at the sight of it. “You were so little and scared, and man oh man, did you remind me of Bruce. You two were the same age you know, when you lost your parents. You didn’t know what to make of us, and we weren’t really sure what to make of you to be honest. At that point we’d only been responsible for ourselves.”

          Dick smirks, “And all of Gotham.”

          You smile, as your hand strokes over the elephants worn head, “We’d never planned on kids, but when we saw you after that show, it hit us, you were ours. And then you started to grow, and you took on the family business with your dad, and I was just amazed, at how lucky we were to be blessed with a kid like you.”

          “You always made sure to keep my birth parents in the picture though. You’d talk about them with me, you’d take me to visit their graves whenever I wanted to. You even had that portrait made.”

          You grin, “That was all your dad, he didn’t want you to feel like we were replacing them.”

          “You didn’t I just got lucky  and got to have two sets of parents.”

          You smile, and there’s a moment of silence, “He misses you, you know.” Dick doesn’t say anything. “He bookmarks every newspaper article on you saving the day. Even has a subscription to the local paper. He’s very proud.”

          “He wouldn’t be proud if he knew what happened.” You smile a bit and he just groans, “How in the world does he know?”

          You smile, “He saw the footage from the top of the Wayne tower, you were stealing from.”

          “He didn’t come.”

          “He was on his way, already tracked Slade’s headquarters down and everything, when it suddenly blew up, he knew that your team had made things right. The Brotherhood of Evil was a learning experience too, and you saved the world from Trigon. When it comes down to it, you’ve done a lot of good Dick. And you’ve made a lot of friends too.”

          He smiles, “It’s the bi-yearly get together. Pizza party.”

          You groan, “Please tell me you at least eat some healthy things.”

          He smirks, “I make Alfred proud every once in awhile.”

          “Good.”

          You pass him the elephant and he smiles and you say, “I never thought you’d leave her behind.”

          He shrugs, “I outgrew her.”

          You just smile, “When you first came to live with us you refused to let her go. Took her everywhere, for that first year.”

          Dick just smiles, “You guys homeschooled me for that first year. I didn’t have to let her go.”

          You laugh, “Still, you took her to all the Wayne foundation events, to restaurants, when we’d visit your dad at work. You even insisted that she be buckled in. You also insisted on taking her to that theme park. I was against it, I just knew she’d get put down somewhere, but Bruce insisted that everything would be fine.”

          “I’d been with you guys for about eight months at that point, I was at the tail end of my Robin training.”

          You nod, “Sure enough you left her there. You were in tears, you kept saying I have to have her, we have to get her back, she’s family. And then at some point you look up at me and Bruce and you said, ‘Please Mommy, please Daddy, we have to go search for her.’ That was the first time you called us Mom and Dad. It wouldn’t become a regular thing until a few months later, but in that moment your dad and I knew we’d move heaven and earth to make you happy.”

          Dick just smiles, “That was the first time he took me out as Robin. He called it the case of the missing elephant. He helped me track her down. Someone had thrown her in the trash on top of some nachos.”

          You smile, “I had to hand wash her, and then throw her in the washing machine three times to get all that cheese off. It’s amazing she doesn’t have any stains.”

          There’s a moment of silence before he says, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay in contact.”

          You pull him in for a hug, “It’s okay, baby boy. You can make it up by coming to dinner this Friday.”

          “Mom, I don’t know if I’m …”

          You cut him off, “He misses you Dick. You’re his son, and whatever that stupid argument was about three years ago, it’s forgotten.”

          “He really wants to see me?”

          You smile, “He talks about you all the time, how proud he is of what you’ve accomplished.”

          He smiles and says, “I’ll be there.”

          “Good, you can meet your new brother.”

          His eyes go wide, “You had a, but the papers didn’t say anything about …”

          You smirk, “His name is Jason, Bruce found him trying to take the wheels off the Batmobile. He’s in training right now.”

          Dick smiles, “Good, Batman needs a Robin, and I’ve been thinking it might be time to change things up. New identity for a new chapter and all that.”

          You lean down and kiss the top of his head, “As long as Dick Grayson remains that sweet, caring, and noble boy that I’ve always known, I think that sounds wonderful.”

          He kisses your cheek, “I’ll see you Friday, Mom.”

          You smile and leave his room, slipping on the mask again before you go. Waiting outside the door are all the teen heroes. You smile and say, “Speedy, Kid Flash, you have his back right?”

          Wally just grins and says, “Always Batmom, you know that.”

          You turn to the rest of his immediate team, “Thank you for taking such good care of my son. It’s good to see he’s made excellent friends.” They’re too stunned to say anything else. You leave the tower without another word. You reach home several hours later, to find Bruce waiting up for you despite the hour.

          “Jason asleep?” you ask.

          He just smiles and says, “Yep, he and Alfred baked cookies all day, and you know what a task master Alfred is when it comes to his kitchen.” He pauses before asking, “How’s our oldest son?”

          “Coming to dinner on Friday.”

          “He’s okay though?”

          You nod, “The picture of health, seems like he made some pretty good friends, too.”

Bruce just smiles and says, “Thank God.”

          You grab his hand, “Come on Caped Crusader, time for bed.”

          He come with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and says, “Bed sounds absolutely divine.”

Nerdy Virgin Luke

Pairing: Y/N/Luke

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 10.000+

Summary: I wrote a song preference once and wanted to continue a part out from it. Would appreciate feedback and request if you want the other boys as well! ~ #61 End Up Here - 5 Seconds Of Summer | High School AU | His P.O.V

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Lenasdayoff part 9


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Past Lena was a dick.  That was all she could say right now.  The early morning sun was blasting through the opened curtains that she’d been far too preoccupied to close the night before.  She growled, burying her face in Kara’s hair in an attempt to ward off her hangover.  

Kara let out a soft whine, dragging Lena in close.  “Stop moving.”

 “Don’t tell me what to do Danvers…”

Lena watched one of Kara’s blue eyes open and fixate on her, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll revoke that.”

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Off Limits - Finale

→ Reader x Blind!Chanyeol

“You don’t necessarily have space for one more?”

→ Warnings: Curse words.

→ Off Limits p. 1 - p. 2  - p. 3 (M)

Word count: 1,4K


Worry laid thickly in the bottom of your stomach ever since that night. The clock that hung over the head of Ms. Marcus ticked teasingly slow, letting you only stare silently as it closed in on the full hour. You tapped your fingers against the top of your desk, your eyes wavering in the direction of Baekhyun on the other side of the classroom. 

He was smiling, chatting in whispers with this sideman. He was glowing with glee, his life had somehow turned out okay. It all only added onto the never ending thickness in your abdomen. If only he knew that Rose was only playing him for you, playing on a small crush he had on her years ago that somehow had lingered until now. You could only imagine what would happen once Rose ended things with him, how he would react and what he would do with you. 

Finally, Ms. Marcus took a quick glance to her wrist before raising her arms, ending the lesson. You sprung to your feet, throwing your heavier than usual backpack over your shoulder and hurrying out with the rest of your classmates. Baekhyun jogged down the route you used to take, going towards you dorms, where Rose’s dorm also laid. You sighed before starting to run in the other direction, down the route where Baekhyun would usually go, to his and Chanyeol’s dorm. 

It only took a few minutes before you were knocking on Chanyeol’s dorm, tugging your backpack tighter over your shoulder. The backpack was heavy, filled with clothes and toiletries this exact day in the place of the books you used to carry with you. Chanyeol opened the door to you, calling out a hesitant “Hello?”

“Chanyeol,” You whisper, watching as a beautiful face lights up his face. 

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Luminescence: Chapter 1

Masterlist

Summary:  Dan never expected Phil to seriously notice him. Sure, maybe he’d glance at his sign and laugh, but not even in his wildest dreams did he imagine actually getting called up onstage to do the one thing he’d dreamed of for years. But what happens when a simple kiss unexpectedly turns into something more?

Formerly titled “One for the Books”

Word Count (for this chapter): 3.1k

Genre: Fluffy smut

Extra tags: Musician AU, concerts, first kiss, getting together, first time

Warnings (for this chapter): Smut (but nothing explicit), swearing

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A/N: Based on a prompt from phanfic:

basically, dan is a total fangirl of phil, who’s a musician. phil does this thing, like halsey does, where he’ll be people’s first kiss at concerts. dan goes to his concert and phil notices dan, they kiss but it turns out to be a total make out session. you decide what happens next…

Yeah. Can you imagine how much I wanted to write this? Well, after nearly 3 long weeks, it’s finally here! I hope you enjoy!!

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My brother’s best friend 2 || D.H.

A/N: SECOND PART LET’S GO! I’m not entirely sure about this idk why…

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR

Originally posted by shinyphan

“Don’t tell Phil what?”

My eyes widened in shock as I saw my elder brother walk in. I immediately moved away from Dan, realizing that we were way too close to seem casual. I panicked instead of answering Phil’s question. Thankfully Dan wasn’t as perplex as me.

“Don’t tell Phil that his little sister is much better at this game than him.”

Dan smirked at his best friend. If I hadn’t known he was lying I would have believed him. He kept a completely straight face the only thing that might have given him away was the tinge of pink on his cheeks that was a reminder of the kiss we shared a minute ago.

“She’s not!” Phil exclaimed while he faked being hurt.

“You sure?” Dan continued to tease him.

I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Phil actually fell for it. I didn’t know how he would have reacted if he found out that Dan and I kissed. Honestly, I was confused myself. We hadn’t had the time to talk about this yet.

I handed the controller over to my brother and I left the two boys to themselves since Dan was Phil’s guest and not mine. As soon as I closed the door to my room behind me I jumped on my bed with a deep sigh.

‘Dan kissed me’ I thought over and over again. My lips were still prickling and I replayed the scene in my head a million times but never grew tired of it.

My mind was just a chaos of thoughts and emotions. I’ve had a crush on Dan for so long and he acted on it. What did this mean? Was it a one-time thing?

I was overthinking while I was covered in blankets and stared at the ceiling. I decided against calling one of my friends for advice because I was afraid that one of the boys could hear me talk. So it was just me and my confusion.

I listened to some music, cheesy love songs to be exact. Dan actually likes me? That was too good to be true.

I almost didn’t hear the knock on the door over the loud music, but eventually turned the volume down.

“Come in” I shouted, thinking it was Phil but to my surprise Dan was the one who walked in. I quickly sat up straight and fixed my t-shirt that was slightly pushed up and revealed a little part of my stomach. Dan smiled at me and the look he gave me was way softer than usually.

“Phil sent me to ask you if you want to watch a movie with us.” He said carefully like he was testing the depth of an unknown lake.

It felt like the air was sizzling.

“I saved a spot for you next to me and the couch.” Dan added, scratching the back of his neck.

There was hint of a blush on his cheeks. My mouth formed into a big grin at his words. Dan was into me for god’s sake!

We shared a quick and meaningful look. Then suddenly Dan crossed my room with a few large steps. He had reached me in a few seconds and sat down next to me on the bed. I got goose bumps because of how close he was. After I had gathered all my confidence I cupped his cheeks and turned his head so he was facing me.  

Dan swallowed hard, clearly checking me out. I could see the warm brown colour of his eyes as I softly ran my thump over the parts of his cheeks that turned red as soon as he entered my room.

He seemed embarrassed that his affection towards me was so obvious, but honestly it just gave me the certainty I needed.

I was the first one to lean in. Dan seemed surprised but that didn’t stop him from eagerly kissing back. It was like we hadn’t stopped thinking about kissing each other the whole time he was hanging out with Phil. I needed his lips like I needed air.

My arms wrapped around his neck as he grabbed my waist. His touch sent waves of what felt like electricity through my body. Our lips skilfully moved against each other while the door to my room wasn’t fully closed.

I pulled his tall body down with me, so he was on top of me in between my legs. At first all of our movements were slow and shy but with time they got faster and more eager. I ran my hands down his chest while Dan started to leave open mouth kisses all over my neck.

“Dan, what about Phil?” I managed to breath out.

“He can watch that stupid movie by himself” Dan mumbled shortly before his lips were back on mine again.

I felt his hips move against mine and completely forgot about my brother.

“Where are you guys? The popcorn is ready!” We heard Phil shout and froze in the middle of our tracks.

“We’re coming” Dan shouted back but not without winking at me.

I rolled me eyes at him but had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from grinning.

We quickly got up before Phil would come and get us. I looked at Dan and realized in shock that I had completely messed up his hair and that he was out of breath.

“How do I look?” I wanted to know, already expecting the worst.

“As breath-taking as always.”

“That’s not what I meant!” I laughed but felt flattered anyway.

I quickly combed through my hair with my fingers as Dan did the same.

As soon as we left my room we started to feel like we had committed a crime, which was not entirely wrong.

“Ah there you are!” Phil exclaimed as we entered the living room. He was as clueless as always.

It smelled like popcorn and Phil had already turned on the TV. Throughout the whole movie it was mainly silent although I had to remove Dan’s hand from my lap a couple of times. I caught him staring at me once in a while and somehow he needed so much space on the sofa that one of my thighs was practically on top of his. It was really hard to not rest my head on Dan’s shoulder and honestly I spent more time imagining what it would be like to cuddle with Dan than I spent paying attention to the movie.

Right after the credits started rolling Phil decided that it was time to sleep, so we said our goodnights and went to our rooms.

Half an hour later I was lying in my bed extremely tired but also wide awake. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Dan’s face right in front of me. How was I supposed to sleep when I still felt the adrenaline rush through my body?

There was a faint knock on my door for the second time today. This time it was impossible to overhear it since it was dead silent in the house.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Y/N, it’s me.” I heard Dan whisper.

“Come in then.” I answered and seconds later the door swung open and closed again as the darkness in my room swallowed Dan’s tall figure.  

Me and Dan were both in our pyjamas and he didn’t even hesitate to walk up to me and peck my lips.

“What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled at him, gently pushing him away.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to see you, Y/N.” Dan admitted and it was nice to know that he was feeling the exact same way.

“But what about Phil?” I asked for the second time today.

“I waited till he fell asleep and sneaked out of his room. Can I kiss you now?”

I grinned at him and quickly nodded just as Dan pulled me closer to his body.

His breath fanned my neck at the exact moment as the light in the hallway got turned on.

“Dan where are you?” I very confused Phil asked right outside of my room.

Before we could jump apart my older brother opened the door and turned the lights on, revealing his best friend and little sister in a very tight embrace.  

Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 4)

Originally posted by pinkharold

Part 3

*Word Count 5,135

That next morning you woke up in bed alone. You groaned wrapping the sheets around you because you were freezing. All of a sudden you heard shouting and looked over at Harry pacing out on the balcony. He was on the phone with someone and you’ve never seen him so angry. 

Yes, over the years you two have had your fair share of arguments where you both had gotten angry, but he never got that upset. 

“I don’t fucking care! I’m not going to use my girlfriend as a way to sell albums! I don’t give a shit if it helps my name get out there and publicity. I already told you that I wanted my music to do the talking! Not who I’m dating or seen with! And to go behind my back like that and invade my privacy! I can’t believe that someone from my own fucking team did it,” he screamed. 

You sighed wanting to go out there and calm him down, but all of a sudden you felt a lurch in your stomach and quickly ran into the bathroom. After get sick a few times, you sat against the wall and wiped your mouth. You sighed tilting your head back and closing your eyes. 

When the sick feeling subsided, you reached into your bag to find some medicine. You had some anti-nausea medicine for when you traveled and would get motion sickness, but when you looked through your bag it was when you noticed something that you knew the medicine would no longer help. 

You had an entire supply of feminine products that you had yet to use. You quickly did the math in your head and realized that you should have had your period by now.  

No. No. No. No. No. You mumbled to yourself as you went back into the room and grabbed your phone. You had an app on your phone and it would tell you when you were supposed to be having your period. When you clicked on it, you saw that you were more than a few days late, but what freaked you out, even more, was that the week you were in New York was also the week that was highlighted as a “Best Chance of Getting Pregnant” week. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. 

For the second time that morning, you found yourself running to the bathroom. 

**

“Jeff, I don’t care. You better find out who arranged it and when you do, they’re fired,” he said before hanging up. 

He was beyond pissed at this point and knew he needed to calm down. He decided to head to the gym. He went back into the room and saw you walking out of the bathroom. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “I’m just… uh… not feeling well.” 

“Do you have a fever?” He asked. 

“I don’t think so,” you sighed sitting on the bed. 

“Do you want to run to the store and get you some things?” He asked. 

“No, I’m just going to get some rest,” you said. 

“Do you mind if I go to the gym for an hour or do you need me here?” He asked. 

“Oh, no I’ll be fine,” you said. “How’d the phone call go?” 

He sighed grabbing his gym clothes from his bag and changing. “Not well,” he said. “Jeff didn’t know anything, but then he had the audacity to say that even though it wasn’t ideal, it helps to get my name out there.” 

“Wow,” you said. 

“I know, I told him I didn’t care and want to know who sold me out because the second I do, they’re fired,” he said. 

You nodded laying back on the bed. 

“Are you sure you don’t need anything?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you said. 

He looked at you suspiciously but just gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll have my phone if you need anything,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. 

He grabs his gym bag and walked out of the room. Once you were sure he was gone, you grabbed your phone and called Manny. 

“What?” He groaned into the phone when he answered it. 

“I-I need you to do me a favor,” you said. 

“This early in the morning?” He groaned. 

“It’s not that early,” you sighed. “And this is serious.” 

“Okay, what it is?” He asked. 

You sighed. “I-I need you to go to the drugstore and buy a pregnancy test.” 

“Why would I need to get- HOLY SHIT ARE YOU PREGNANT!” He screamed. 

“No! I mean I don’t fucking know,” you sighed. “Which is why I need you to get the test and we both know that I can’t exactly go and buy it without the chance of someone seeing.” 

“Does Harry know?” He asked. 

“No, he doesn’t. He’s at the gym right now, so you should have time to run there and bring it back and you can’t tell him or mention it to him,” you said quickly. 

“You’re going to have to tell him, you know,” he said. 

“He doesn’t have to know anything unless I’m pregnant,” you said. 

He sighed, “Okay, I’ll be there in ten.” 

You hung up the phone and laid back. You didn’t know what you were going to do. 

**

Manny arrived with the test in hand a few minutes later. You let him in and he sat on the bed. 

“So, you’re going to take it without Harry knowing about it?” He asked. 

“Yes, I don’t want to freak him out when it could be nothing to freak out about,” you said. 

“I still think you should at least tell him that you two had a scare,” he said. “But I thought you were on Birth Control anyway.” 

“I am,” you sighed. “But sometimes if you don’t take it at the exact time every day it might not be as effective…” 

“But you still use other forms of protection right?” He asked. 

“We didn’t in New York,” you mumbled. “I mean we didn’t exactly plan on hooking up, so we didn’t have other means of protection handy.” 

“Do you want me to stay while you take it?” He asked. 

“Please,” you whispered. 

He nodded and you grabbed the bag and go into the bathroom. You opened up the test and read the directions. After you took the test, you set the timer on your phone and sat next to Manny on the bed. You both were silent until the timer went off. 

You felt sick again, but you knew it was from the nerves. You looked down at the test and saw the word “PREGNANT” written across the little screen. You immediately broke down in tears and Manny wrapped his arms around you. 

He rubbed your back and let you cry onto his shoulder. 

“What am I going to do?” You cried. 

“I don’t know, but you need to talk to Harry about it,” he whispered. 

You shook your head. “I can’t… I mean not right now. He’s going through so much and I-” You cried. 

“Y/N, you need to tell him. You don’t have to go through this alone. I mean it is his baby right?” He asked. 

“Of course it is,” you sighed. 

“Then you need to tell him,” he whispered. 

“He should be back from the gym soon,” you mumbled. 

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked. 

“No, but you probably should,” you whispered. 

He nodded and gave you a hug before walking out the door. You were freaking out and you didn’t know what you were going to do. You sat on the bed with your knees to your chest. You hid the pregnancy test under the pillow when you heard the door open. 

Harry walked in and threw his bag on the ground. “Hey baby, feeling better?” He asked leaning into kiss you. 

You turned your head away and he looked at you confused. “What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“I think you should leave,” you whispered. 

“Wait, what?” He asked. 

“I think you should leave. I think you should pack your things and move on,” you sniffled. 

“Y/N, baby, what are you talking about?” He said. “You’re scaring me.” 

“You just need to go,” you said pushing him away. “Just go!” 

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he said grabbing your hands as you hit them against his chest. 

“Everything is wrong! Everything is ruined,” you cried. “I’m just going to hold you back, so just go!” 

“Baby, I think we should call a doctor,” he said. “What’s going on?” 

“I’m not sick,” you sniffled. 

“Then what’s wrong, please tell me,” he whispered taking your face into his hands and making you look at him. 

“You’re going to hate me,” you whispered. “You’re going to leave me.” 

“No, I’m not. I love you, I’m not leaving you again,” he whispered. “Just please tell me what’s wrong.” 

“I-I’m” you whispered. “I’m pregnant.” 

All color drained from his face and his hands dropped to his sides. “W-What?” He asked. 

You got the test from underneath the pillow and showed it to him. He took it in his hands and saw that it was positive. “But we’ve been safe…” he whispered. “And you’re on the pill.” 

“The pill is only 100% effective if you take it at the exact same time each day and when I’m traveling… with time zones and everything, it throws me off. So, I guess when we were in New York… the pill wasn’t as safe…” you sniffled. 

“You knew?” He said. “I told you that we shouldn’t have because I didn’t have any protection, but you said that we were fine.” 

“Because I thought we were! Damn it we only did it a couple of times and I figured that being on the pill, in general, was better than nothing! Do you think I wanted this right now? Do you think I purposely got pregnant?” You said. 

“No! I don’t, but I just.. this can’t be fucking happening right now,” he said running his hands through his hair. 

“See this is why you should just leave,” you sniffled. 

Harry turned around and looked over at you. “Do you honestly think I’m would just leave?” He whispered. “That I would just leave you to raise this baby or leave you alone while you dealt with this?” 

You shook your head. He walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms. “When I said I’m never leaving you and that I was going to be with you forever, I meant it,” he whispered. 

“But you don’t have time to worry about a baby,” you sniffled. “Your album is coming out in a few weeks, then you have your movie in the summer and touring later on in the year. You’d be in the middle of a tour when the baby would be born.” 

“Is this the most opportune time for us? Hell no,” he sighed. “But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to abandon you,” he sniffled. 

“What are we going to do?” You whispered laying your head against his chest. 

“Well, we should probably consider our options first and then go from there,” he whispered. 

“I want to have the baby,” you whispered. “I don’t know how we’re going to fucking have a baby, but I could never personally go through the other options.” 

“Hey, we’ll figure it out,” he said. “But before we do anything, you should see a doctor. I want to make sure everything is okay with you.” 

“I’ll call my doctor and see if she recommends anyone in the next city,” you sniffled. 

“But baby, it’s going to be okay. We’re going to get through this,” he said. 

“What if we can’t?” You cried. “What if this pulls us apart?” 

“We won’t let that happen,” he said taking your head in his hands again. “We love each other and this baby… our baby was made by and with that love. It won’t break us.” 

You looked at him and couldn’t help, but break down in tears once again. 

**

Over the next few days, things were a little bit different between you and Harry. It wasn’t anything bad, but you could tell that you both were nervous and scared about the pregnancy and the doctor’s appointment. 

The only people who knew about you being pregnant was you and Harry and the Manny. Harry was a little upset that you hadn’t confided in him that morning when you took the test, but he understood your decision in involving Manny. 

You were waiting in the doctor’s office right now and the doctor arranged for you to come before they opened so that none of the other patients might recognize you and Harry. 

Harry held your hand the entire time. “I know this might sound a bit old fashioned, but I kinda always thought I would be in this position after I was married,” he said. 

“Me too,” you sighed. “And I didn’t expect this to happen until I was much closer to thirty.” 

Harry kissed your head and the doctor called you back. They ran a few tests and then gave you an exam before coming back with the results. 

“Okay, Y/N, Harry,” she said. “We have the test results from both your urine and blood tests and they both confirm that you’re pregnant.” 

Tears filled your eyes and Harry took your hand. 

“How far along?” You whispered. 

“A few weeks,” she said. “We go by the date that you start ovulating not when you conceived.” 

You nodded. 

“And just so you know, you do have more than one option,” she stated. 

“We know, but we’ve decided to keep the baby,” you said quietly. 

“Okay, we’ll send these results to your primary doctor and I suggest that you make an appointment with them asap, so you can get your prenatal care started. We can give you some vitamins to start taking, but as far as other care, it’s better for your doctor to assess that,” she said. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

“I’ll let you get dressed and be back with the information,” she said. 

You nodded. 

After she left, Harry looked over at you. “Well, looks like Niall is the last one of the group,” he laughed. 

You looked at him confused. “To have a kid? Louis, then Liam, now me,” he said. 

“Oh! Right,” you laughed. “He’s gonna feel the pressure now.” 

You stand up from the table and reach for your shirt when Harry put his hand on your belly. “I can’t believe that our baby is growing inside of there,” he whispered. 

“I know. I’m a whirlwind of emotions right now,” you laughed. “I’m absolutely terrified, but I’m also happy.” 

“I know exactly what you mean,” he whispered. “I keep thinking this is not the best time and I’m scared as hell about it, but I’m having a baby with the love my life,” he smiled. “I’m gonna be a daddy.” 

“Yeah, you are,” you smiled putting your hand over his. 

He leaned down to kiss you and then the nurse came back in. She handed you a packet of information and some vitamin samples to get you started. After you leave, you two head to a nearby Starbucks to grab some breakfast. 

“So, I guess our next step in this whole process would be to tell everyone,” he said. “I mean not everyone, but our families for sure.” 

“Yeah, but I think it would be best to maybe wait a bit,” you said. “I just want to see my own doctor and make sure everything is still going well.”

He nodded. “Will it be after tour?” 

You nodded taking a sip of your green tea. “Luckily I only have a few weeks left,” you said. 

“And then we’ll go from there,” he said taking your hand. “I’ll only be with you for another week and then I’ll be going back to London for a few things and then New York and LA. I’ll be doing quite a bit of traveling once the album is released, so I don’t know how we’ll be able to be together during that time.” 

“I can join you. I’ll be back in LA by the time that you’re there and then I can go to the doctor while I’m back and we can try and figure out when to tell our family,” you said. 

“I just don’t want you to travel any more than you after too because you’ve already been traveling so much and now that… you know… you’ll be traveling for a few more weeks and I want you to be able to take it easy,” he said. 

“And I will. I promise,” you smiled. “And hopefully we can take that nice, romantic vacation together that you promised.” 

“As long as you’re still feeling up to it,” he smiled. 

“I plan on it,” you laughed. 

After a quick bite to eat, the two of you head back to the hotel. You looked through the little pamphlets and information packets that the nurse gave you. 

“Anything interesting?”  He asked jumping on the bed beside you. 

“Yes and no,” you said. “Apparently our baby is only about this big,” you said making an itty bitty circle with your hand. “And it’s going to go from that to like baby sized, which means I’m gonna get fat,” you groaned. “I mean I know I’m not exactly super duper skinny right now, but I’m not like really really big either,” you mumbled. “But I will be.” 

“You’ll be pregnant, not fat and even if you were, I’d still love you,” he said grabbing some of the papers from you and reading them. 

“But would you still find me attractive?” You said. 

“Of course I would,” he said. 

“So, when I look like I’m carrying a 20-pound watermelon under my shirt, you’re still gonna be like all over me and wanting to fuck?” You asked looking at him. 

He looked at you and laughed. 

“What? That’s not funny!” You whined. “I’m being serious.” 

“I know, but I just I wasn’t expecting you to word it like that,” he laughed. “But yes, you could look like you’re carrying a 50+ pound watermelon under your shirt and I would still wanna fuck you every chance I had.” 

“What about stretch marks? Cause there’s gonna be tons of those,” you said. 

“Even then,” he said. 

“What about the aftermath of being pregnant? Like I’m not gonna look the same as I do now,” you said. 

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about me ever not being attracted to you and finding you sexy,” he said. 

“You say that now when I still look like this, but that could change when I start showing,” you said. 

“Actually, I think I’m going to find you even more attractive because I’ll look at you and see our little bundle of love growing inside of you,” he smiled. 

“You’re so fucking cheesy,” you laughed. 

“It’s all those Rom-Coms,” he joked. 

You laughed shaking your head as you laid back on the bed and Harry joined you. 

“This isn’t a mistake right?” You whispered looking over at him. “I mean we’re both still really young and we have our careers going for us. Not to mention that we just got back together.” 

“It’s not a mistake,” he whispered. “Would I change things if I could? Maybe, at least maybe until we were a bit older, but I can’t change it and I don’t want to change it. I’m happy, I really am. At first, I was scared and upset because it wasn’t planned, obviously, but now I couldn’t be more happy and excited.” 

You smiled. “That makes me happy to hear that. I was so scared to tell you that day when I found out,” you whispered. 

He sighed looking over at you. “Baby, I wish you didn’t feel that way.” 

“I know, but I was just afraid of how you would react,” you sighed sadly. “I thought maybe you’d be upset and think that I and this baby would ruin your life.” 

“Y/N, no,” he whispered pulling you on top of him. “You could never ruin my life and a baby couldn’t either.” 

You smiled a bit laying your head down on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your back. “We’re having a baby,” you whispered. 

“I know,” he smiled widely. “We’re going to have a baby just in time for Christmas.” 

“Wow, yeah, we will,” you said. “How do you think our family is going to take it?” 

“I’d hope they’d be happy for us,” he said. 

“Me too, but both your Mom and your sister were apprehensive about us getting back together in the first place, do you really think they’d be happy that we’re having a baby together,” you sighed.

“If they know that I’m happy and that I want this, they’re gonna be thrilled,” he said. 

“And you do want this right?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled. “And you want this right?” 

“Of course,” you smiled. “Do you want a boy or a girl?” 

“I just want a healthy baby,” he smiled. “I want both my babies to be healthy.” 

You giggled sitting up and lifting your shirt up a bit. Harry smiled and put his hand on your belly for the second time that day. “Hi, baby,” he whispered. “It’s your daddy.” 

You smiled looking down at him. 

“And I love you so much,” he smiled. “And I love your Mummy, so make sure you’re good to her. We don’t want her feeling bad, okay?” 

“I don’t think they can hear you,” you giggled. 

“You don’t know that,” he said. 

“Actually I do,” you laughed. “The baby is only a teeny tiny speck.” 

“That’s so rude! Our baby isn’t a speck,” he laughed. 

“Technically it is,” you laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled you back down onto his stomach. You laughed looking up at him. “What was that about?” You asked. 

“Nothing, nothing,” he smirked. “Just wanna cuddle is all.” 

“You and your cuddling,” you joked. 

“Hey! If I remember correctly it was my cuddling that made you fall for me,” he smirked. 

“Just because I literally fell on you and you wrapped your arms around me and had a quick drunken chat doesn’t exactly qualify as cuddling,” you said poking his nose. 

He laughed. “Maybe not, but after that specific moment we did cuddle.” 

“Only because you’re a handsy drunk,” you laughed. “We were talking and you couldn’t keep your hands off me. Ed was laughing his ass off because he thought you were going to regret your actions in the morning.” 

“Well, it seemed to work,” he smirked. “Because now you can’t keep your hands off me.” 

“Oh, whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I want some frozen yogurt.” 

He groaned. “But I don’t want to get up.” 

“Then don’t, I’ll just go all by myself,” you pouted. 

“Ugh, fine,” he said sitting up. “I’ll go, but then we come back and cuddle.” 

“Maybe,” you said grabbing your purse. 

“Y/N,” he whined with a stomp of his foot. 

“What?” You smirked. 

“You’re so mean,” he said wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he walked behind you. “All I wanna do is cuddle with my girlfriend, but noooo you want to frozen yogurt.” 

“Oh my goodness, we’ll come back,” you laughed. “The place is right next door.” 

“We could get it to go,” he said. 

“Sure,” you laughed. 

While the two of you were at the frozen yogurt shop, you could see cameras outside and some fans standing across the street. You bit your lip and sighed. 

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks pouring his flavor of choice into the cup. 

“Seeing the paps outside and the fans has me thinking…” you sighed. “What are we going to do once I start to show? I don’t want to make this huge annoucement or have everyone know about it. Not until we’re ready.” 

“I agree. It’s no one else’s business but ours, our family, and close friends,” he said adding some fruit. “But we’ll figure something out to protect you and the little one.” 

“Speaking of figuring out, did you ever find out who sold you out?” You asked adding some fruit and cookie bits to yours. 

“No, I honestly think Jeff knows, but he won’t tell me,” he sighed. 

“That’s not like him,” you said. “But I mean, do you think it was him though?” 

“That did cross my mind, but I wouldn’t see him doing that,” he said. 

“Maybe he thought it would be okay since you’ve sort of done in it in the past,” you said putting your cup on the weighing station. 

The cashier adds up the totals and Harry pays before handing you yours. You quickly take a bite and he gets his change before putting it all in the tip jar and grabbing his. 

“There’s a huge difference between those “relationships” and ours,” he said taking a bite. “Those were arranged strickly for publictiy. I mean sure, I got on with them, but there wasn’t any feelings there.” 

“Good to know,” you mumbled as you walked back to the hotel. 

“Baby, you know you’re the only one that’s ever had my heart,” he smirked. 

You laughed sneaking a spoonful of his yogurt. 

“Hey! That’s mine,” he groaned. 

“Hey, I’m eating for two now,” you whispered. 

“I still can’t believe it,” he said shaking his head. 

“Me either, but it’s happening,” you said. 

He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again. “Now, back to the conversation, maybe he did and maybe he did it with good intentions but the paps took it too far,” he sighed. “But either way, I would be really disappointed because he could have at least told me.” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

**

When you got back up to the hotel, you decided to change into something more comfortable. Before you put your shirt on, however, you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

“It’s crazy to think that there’s something in there,” you whispered looking down at your stomach. 

“Yeah and to think it was all because we fucked,” Harry said with a big mouthful of yogurt. 

You picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him. 

“Oi! What was that for?” He laughed. 

“You make it sound like we just hooked up and out comes a baby,” you said. 

“I was joking,” he laughed. 

You bit your lip again and then looked over at him. “You know how you said eariler at the doctor’s that you had always thought you would be married before you had kids?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” he said. 

“When you thought of that, did you ever- did you ever hope that it would be with me?” You whispered. 

“That I would have the babies with you and that we’d be married?” He asked. 

You nodded. 

“Come here,” he said opening his arms. 

You walked over and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and you leaned against his chest. 

“When I was younger, I’d always hoped that I would meet the girl of my dreams and fall in love, get married, and have babies,” he laughed. “I thought that was what people did you know? I mean that’s what they do in the movies and in love songs.” 

“But then, my life changed and I was traveling and girls were throwing themselves at me and people were trying to use me and I started wondering if I’d ever find that person for me. I knew I was still young and that I wasn’t even thinking about marriage or kids then, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t want someone to love.” he whispered. 

“Then you came to Ed’s party and I had always been a huge fan of you and thought you were so hot, but once we started talking, even though we were both shitfaced,” he laughed. “I felt something with you that I never felt with anyone. I remember when Ed told me how I was that night with you, I was so embarrased and thought I fucked up any chance I had to ask you out, but somehow I didn’t and we went out for breakfast one morning.” 

“And that first year we were together, I kept picturing a future with you. I pictured us going on holidays to celebrate our anniversaries. I thought about going to a ring shop one day and picking out the best ring for you and planning this huge romantic propsal. And you walking down the aisle and us getting married and spending our lives together and everything that goes along with that,” he smiled. 

“However, things got in the way and we broke up. I was devestated because not only did I lose you, but I lost the future that I pictured us having,” he whispered. “And each time we tried getting back together, my hope grew back, only to be let down again.” 

“And now?” You asked. “What do you feel now?” 

“I feel like… no I know that one day we’ll get married and that this baby is just the first of many,” he smiled putting his hand on your belly. 

“Oh really?” You giggled. “You’re just so sure that I’m gonna carry more than one baby.” 

He laughed. “Well not anytime soon, but one day.” 

You shook your head with a laugh and put your head on his shoulder and your face in his neck. “I’m scared, Harry,” you whispered after a bit. 

“I know baby, I am too, but we have each other,” he whispered. “And we’re going to get through this together.” 

“What if I’m a horrible mother?” You sniffled. “Or what if this is my last tour and my career is over.” 

“You’re not going to be a horrible mother. You’re going to be the best damn mother ever and our baby is going to love you so much,” he smiled. “And there are plenty of female artists who are Mums and still kill it on stage and have a career.” 

“But can I do that?” You whispered. 

“If anyone can do it, it’s you baby,” he smiled. “You’re too fucking talented and amazing not to.” 

You smiled a bit. “I love you,” you whispered. “You can always make me feel better.” 

“I love you too and that’s my job, baby,” he smiled kissing your head. 

“Now, I believe you wanted to cuddle,” you giggled. 

He smirked laying you both back on the bed. You smiled cuddling up to him as much as you could. Both of you were scared of what was happening, but you had each other and that was all that mattered. 


**I feel like this part was all over the place and doesn’t make sense… Sorry! I hope you like it anyway! 

understanding (bellamy blake au)

Plot: You’d gotten straight A’s all your life, lived exactly how your parents wanted. You never went to parties, you never drank, you never had a boyfriend, you were going to become a doctor. And now that you’re done with high school and on your way to your parents’s dream school, it’s time to live a little. You moves in to your dorm and decide to go to Blake’s Tattoo Parlour to get your very first tattoo. Once there, you meets the artist and things take a much different turn.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warnings: mentions of scars and scarring, stress, panic attack

A/N: Let’s just pretend that this shop was just having a very slow day. Pls amuse me. I love y’all. Thank you for your endless support. I hope I don’t let y’all down. (ps this is kinda shitty) (pps no gifs are mine)


“I can do this,” you take a deep breath and push open the doors of the small dim-lit tattoo shop. “It’s just a little tattoo. I can do it. I have to do it.”


You take a seat at the waiting area and take a few deep breaths. You were tired of being the goody two shoes, tired of all the stress that was eating you alive. So you decided to take a step back and do something for yourself. And what better way to rebel than to get a cute little tattoo? Maybe you’d get a daisy. Or should you get a rose to make more of a statement? And where would you get it?

“Hello?” Your thoughts are interrupted by a voice, a male voice with an odd accent that you couldn’t put your finger on. You look up to see a scruffy, tan young man. Whoa, who’s this?

“Yes?” You stand and looks at the man nervously. This man was the exact opposite of the workers you’d imagined. He was young and had a bit of scruff, his deep dark eyes almost blended in with his curly locks.

“You’re here to get a tattoo, correct?” The beautiful man smiles, pushing back the few strands that had managed to fall forward. You nod, slightly dazed due to the god of a man standing in front of you. “Well I’m the owner of this store, and the only artist here today.”

“Oh,” you find your voice and it feels the nerves are taking over you almost completely. “Yes, I’m here to get a tattoo.”

“Perfect. Come on, I’ll take you to the back to get everything started. Follow me.” The man smiles and begins heading to the back. “My name’s Bellamy.”

“I’m Y/N.” You blush as the two of you reach the room and Bellamy turns to you. You slowly push up your glasses and straighten out your plaid skirt.

“That’s a beautiful name. It fits you,” Bellamy smiles as he takes in your picture-perfect, preppy-schoolgirl outfit before pointing to a reclining chair in the room. “Sit here, please.”

You oblige and realize that you don’t have a copy or an exact design of what you want. How could I be so stupid? Of course, the one day that I steps out of the boundaries, I forget everything. He must think I’m a complete idiot.

“Wait! I don’t have a picture of what I’d like. I don’t even have an idea of what I want.” You begin to panic and Zayn recognizes the symptoms. Many people who come for their first tattoo freak out, especially girls who appeared as you do. Hell, Bellamy himself went through hell the first time he stepped out of line.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” he lifts your head up to look at him. “Breathe and tell me why you’d like a tattoo. Tell me why you wanted to get a tattoo.”

Bellamy sits in his chair on the side of your recliner and waits for you to speak.

“A-are you not busy? Will I not take up your time?” you look around, embarrassed that you’re going through this.

“Wait here.” Bellamy leaves the room and walks back in five minutes later. “I locked the door and turned off the lights. So, you’re free to tell me.”

“Why are you being so nice?” You look at the handsome man, your brows furrowed as he chuckles and shakes his head. “You could have easily turned me away.”

"No, I couldn’t have. I’m being nice because you remind me of myself when I first came into this exact shop. Clean shaven, dressed up in khaki pants and a button up blue polo. I came here to rebel and tune out the stress.”

“What..?” You look up at Bellamy, slightly in shock. “But you-you’re so…”

“So not preppy? I know, love.” he smiles at you and rubs the back of his head. “But I was once. I followed the rules, every rule actually. I even had the rule books memorized!”

“No!” You exclaim, a large smile on your face just as Bellamy had hoped.

“Of course not. I’m joking. But I was a rule follower. I did everything by the book. It was difficult.” He shakes his head and looks at you. “I understand why you want to get a tattoo.”

“I feel so trapped. I need to get a tattoo,” you sigh and look around. “I want one. I’m sure. I just need help deciding what and where.”

“Well, get something that’s important to you: an object, an animal, a plant, a word, a piece of art,” Bellamy grabs a drawing pad and smiles warmly at you. “A tattoo is something that means something to you enough to have it on your skin forever.”

“You’re right,” you shyly look up at the young man, feeling as though you’d known him forever. “And where should I get it?”

“Well, I’d stay away from anything too painful, especially since it’s your first time. Steer clear of any parts of your body with protruding bones, like your elbows and knees. No knuckles this time either.” Bellamy winks at you and you can feel yourself turning red.

“This time, right.” You chuckle and sit back, thinking. “Well I-uh I have scars across my stomach and I wanted to cover at least a part of them with a black and white tree. I know that’s cliche, but I think I’d like that.”

“Of course, love. Just give me a moment to sketch a little something, and you can tell me what you think of it, okay?” Bellamy smiles softly at you, almost as though he understands your pain.

“Yes, of course,” you nod and he begins drawing the kind of tree you reminded him of: a beautiful weeping willow. You wait for a few moments and before you know it, Bellamy shows you the tree.

“Voila!” He smiles wide and hesitantly shows you his drawing. Your eyes widen and you look up at him.

“Wow. I didn’t know you-I can’t-wow. Yes. I love it!” Your compliment brings a blush to Bellamy’s cheeks as he lets out a sigh of relief.

"Perfect. Lay back and we can get started.”

“Would it be easier if I took my shirt off?” You bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

“That’s not necessary. You can just lift your shirt up and I will work around it,” Bellamy smiles and sets up his equipment as you lift your shirt up.

“I’m ready when you are,” you blush, lifting your shirt up and closing your eyes as you wait for  criticism. "I know my scars are bad, if it makes you uncomfortable at all, I-I understand. They’re older scars; they look even wierder now.”

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“You may want to hold something between your teeth, it may hurt a bit love,” Bellamy nearly winces at the sight of your scars but doesn’t say anything about it. Good god, these were bad. His scars weren’t even this bad. He knows you’re insecure, that you’ve received unfathomably rude comments and he hates that. "Love? Your scars aren’t your whole story. They’re part of it, but don’t let anyone tell you that the scars are all you are.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” you smile due to Bellamy’s kind words, letting them sink in while he smiles at your thoughtful expression, happy that his words at least partially hit home. “I’ll hold my sweater between my teeth. Does that work?”

“Yes, of course. That works,” he scoots closer and takes a deep breath. “I’m gonna start right here,” he points at your left hip, “and end here,” he places his hand on your ribs. “It’ll take at least two hours, so please let me know when you want to stop. We can take a breather whenever you’d like,” Bellamy’s words sooth you as he places his design against your side. "Ready?”

You nod and bite down against your sweater. Zayn breathes and begins. He outlines the design, stopping every few minutes to make sure you’re okay. You continue urging him on, and two hours later, you had a tattoo. A breathtaking tattoo.

“Bellamy!” You squeal for what seems like the tenth time in a minute. “I love it so much!” You can’t stop checking out your tattoo in one of the many mirrors in the shop. "Thank you so much. Really.”

“It was my pleasure, honestly,” Bellamy can’t help but to smile widely at you as you stare at the tattoo.

"And how much is it? It’s a large design, so I brought my card. I didn’t know how much it’d be. My friend–” you ramble and Bell places a finger against your lips to quiet her. The intimate actions tints your cheeks and causes a smile to erupt on the handsome artist’s face.

“This one’s on me,” he removes his fingers and shrugs, lifting a hand up to keep you from arguing. “Next one is on you. My first one was on the house, so yours will be too. It’s a tradition I like to uphold.”

“How do you know there will be a next one?” You smile az Bellamy smirks.

“Trust me. It’s like an addiction. And,” he looks at you, holding your hands in his as his face grows somber, “next time you want to hurt yourself, come here and get a tattoo or come here and see me. I want to help.”

You look up at the freckle-faced man in front of you and smile warmly at him, finally feeling hopeful.

Why Him? Pt. 2 (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Time Period: Modern (College AU, Soulmate AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: Language.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the feedback on the first part of this story. I’m quite happy with the way it is turning out. Requests are still open and feedback is, as always, greatly appreciated! Hope everyone is having a wonderful day!

Tags: @bjwrites @robotic-space

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Thomas’ eyes were wide and unblinking as he stared at the back of (Y/N)’s neck. Her tattoo was indistinguishable from his; they were the same. She was his Soulmate.

Without thinking, her name flew from his mouth. “(Y/N).”

Her neck straightened out as she looked up from her notes. Washington stopped his lecture and stared at Thomas. “Did you have a question, Mr. Jefferson?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow. 

(Y/N) turned her head to look at Thomas. Her expression was confused and her eyes said, Dude, what gives? 

Thomas ignored his professor. After all this time, his Soulmate was right there in front of him. “Your M-Mark,” he stammered. His usual suave confidence was nowhere to be found. “(Y/N)…” 

Her expression remained perplexed, but now a hint of agitation was creeping in. “What?” She hissed. Involuntarily, Thomas’ fingers flew to the back of his neck. It only took a moment for realization to settle in. “No.” 

Thomas could feel everyone’s eyes on them as the situation played out, but he really couldn’t care less. All he could focus on was the word that had just come from her mouth. “N-No,” she repeated, her voice shaking. Her eyes were wide with horror and she stood suddenly, shaking her head. “No. Not…” Her voice gave out. “Not you.” Without even grabbing her things, (Y/N) spun on her heels and fled from the lecture hall, the door banging shut behind her.

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Pressure: Part One (Summer Series)

Bucky Barnes x Reader 

                                                     Summary:

For nearly two years you were classified as Bucky Barnes’ Best Friend, but a sudden change of living arrangements in the summer heat changed the whole game plan. (I suck at summaries)

Words: 3,257

Notes: Fluff, Angst

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Giant: Ch. 10

How close am I to losing you?
Tonight you just close your eyes
and I just watch you
slip away.

As a little girl, Lena never quite understood what her father did. She knew he did a lot of things, but they were all abstract, and difficult to imagine. It wasn’t like he was a cop, or a doctor, or a scientist, or a tugboat captain. He did things like mergers and acquisitions, financial planning and venture capitalism, all very unglamorous things for a nine year old who envied people who got to say that their daddy put out fires or helped people feel better.

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Ok folks, here’s the thing: now that I finished ME:A I can freely sail the tags on Tumbr and there’s one tag that needs serious improvements: Sloane Kelly.   She’s one of my favourite characters in this new story-line so here’s a long post about her that probably nobody asked for.

 As I was playing I literally went from ‘ugh, this wacko, ruthless character’ that I couldn’t be bothered with to a character so complex and real it completely blew my mind. And I am both angry and so pleased with the way the game treats her on one side, and frustrated with the crap the fandom throws at her. K, so buckle up for some long character analysis. Spoilers ahead:

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Hercules (Reader X Jughead)

Request : no, my idea

warning: NONE!

A/N: man I was watching the whole movie while writing this, but because I was writing I missed majority of the movie. As a result I watched it again, haha.

but I really hope you guys like it! I absolutely love this movie till no end.BTW fun fact about me, I used the term Aromantic because I’m Aromantic. So I thought I’d tell you guys. if you don’t know what romantic is, it’s: An aromantic person is someone who doesn’t experience romantic attraction. 

anyway, Hopefully you like this and You find no mistakes.( since I’m lazy atm to double check) and the Bold  parts are the song. 



Friday, my favorite day of the school week and the worst schedule of the week. The usual was going to happen, I walk with Jughead to school, have almost every class with him. Thank God because as I mentioned the schedule is terrible but I have Jughead to entertain me during every subject.

 It was finally the last period of the day, history, which I don’t mind because we’re learning about the Greek mythology. “Okay class I’ll need you all to do a project, which will be in pairs.. you’ll enjoy some movies to watch and you’ll come back to class discussing the movie you’ve watch to the class. Now I’ll be naming the groups.”our teacher informs us as she starts to look through her folder to look for the paper with the pairs .

 Name after name is called and I still wait to find out. Findlay my name comes up, “(Y/N)(Y/L/N) and… Jughead Jones.” 

 I take a quick look at Jughead a shove him with my elbow, of course Jughead being Jughead rolls his eyes but I could swear I heard him say “ thank God.”

 Casually Jughead and I wait till she comes to our table and tells us which God or Goddess we’ll be talking about. “Y/N and Jughead, you’ll be talking about Hercules and Megara.. I know Megara isn’t a Goddess but their love story is amazing in this movie! You’ll be watching Hercules the Disney movie.” 

 I hear Jughead groan while I’m literally bubbling with excitement! Jughead looks at me and shakes his head knowing how much I’m a sucker for Disney films. It’s officially the end of the day and I’m grabbing whatever books I need from the locker. 

Suddenly I feel the presence of someone. “What do you want Juggie.” 

 “ Y/N how do you always know when it’s me? Anyway, I was wondering we could watch the movie on my laptop at my home but if you think my home is a bit too small we could do it at yours.” 

 “ We can watch it at yours, i prefer your house more than mine.. your place actually feels like home, but it will have to be after 6 because I have cheer practice.” I reason with him while closing my locker. 

 “ okay sure, and how on earth does my house that literally consists of only my bed, desk, small fridge, small bathroom seem more like home than yours? I never understood why you entered to be a Vixen.”

 I laugh at his comment because I’ve told him over a hundred times that being a cheerleader would be good on my college application.

 “Trust me little Juggie, home is where the heart is.. and your drive-in house is where my heart is. Jughead, I’ve told you a million times that cheerleading would look good for college.” After our discussion, Jughead and I went our separate ways. 

As I headed towards the gym I end up meeting with Betty and Veronica. “ A little bird told me that you and our Beanie boy are going to work on the love story of Hercules and Megara.” Veronica speaks with a smile on her face. Of course I know who the little bird is because Kevin sits right in front of Jughead and I.

 “ Veronica just say it’s Kevin, besides it’s just a project.” I shrug my shoulders.

 “ yeah, but I heard it’s about the Disney movie and the movie literally is the cutest thing ever! Besides I think it will be a good movie to actually get you to admit your love for your Juggie. I totally see you as a Megara, a damsel in distress, sarcastic, and someone who doesn’t want to admit their love. Besides Jughead is in love with you, it’s obvious but you just seem to ignore any affection he shows you. ” 

 I laugh and lower my head trying to hide my face because I know if Veronica or Betty saw my pink cheeks I’ll never hear the end of it. I mumble a “whatever” and hear both of them giggle.

 “Y/N! Show them how it’s done again! These girls are going to to give me high blood pressure.” Cheryl shouts I nod my head and reshow the moves and Cheryl sits down. 

I could feel my body aching, being the co- captain can be tiring. Especially when the Captain herself isn’t helping. An hour later we are done with everything and I’m headed to Jughead’s home hoping he’ll let me take a quick shower. I knock on his door and he’s quick to open it for me.

 “ you’re on time, good job little miss perfect.” He jokes and moves to the side to allow me to enter.

 “ shut up Juggie, anyway; can I take a quick shower because Cheryl decided to murder my body once again.” He nods his head and said he’ll prepare the movie. I walk into the bathroom and start to shower. 

I’m glad that I decided months ago to leave my shampoo, razor and body wash here because I’ve noticed myself from time to time staying over at Jughead’s house. We kinda help each other out, in return I do Jughead’s laundry,iron and fold them, make him homemade food whenever we decide not to go to pop’s and help with the cleaning at his house whenever it needs cleaning. 

 When I’m done with my shower I notice that Jughead left on the toilet seat cover a towel and a shirt of his. I slip on my underwear ,the extra spandex I keep with me and his shirt. I walk out the bathroom and notice that Jughead has arranged the pillows around his bed and the laptop in front of him, with the movie ready. I I take my time walking towards the bed, but since it’s a small place it takes me seconds to reach there. I hop onto his bed and sit next to him as we start to play the movie. 

 We are now at the part when Hercules would “save” Megara and he’s all googly eyes and she’s being sarcastic. 

 “ (Y/N/N) remember when we were kids and these kids were bullying you because you were short and I came in to save you. I say our relationship is exactly like theirs.”

 I hum in response “ yeah and then I said the exact same thing she said .. that my name is (Y/N) but my friends call me (Y/N/N) that’s if i had any friends… I was new to Riverdale so I had no friends. Are you implying that you were all heart eyes when you saw me?”

 He laughs so loud that I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh that loud in my life. “ you were the most beautiful girl I have ever met at the playground, and that’s why I called you by your nickname when you said that because I knew we would be friends.” 

 I laugh and return my attention back to the movie that was still playing. Now we reached the part when Megara starts to sing the song “ I won’t say I’m in love.”

 Every word that was sung I felt the exact same way, I felt like the Muses are Veronica and Betty .. After dating Reggie and what he did.. it absolutely broke my heart, and I said I would never fall in love again.. I even considered myself for 2 years as an Aromantic. But then Jughead just always made my heart warm every time we would be together.

 [Meg] 

No man is worth the aggravation. That’s ancient history, been there, done that! 

 [Muses]

 Who’d ‘ya think you’re kiddin' 

 He’s the Earth and heaven to you 

 Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you 

 Girl, ya can’t conceal it

 We know how ya feel and 

 Who you’re thinking of 

 I automatically think of what Betty and Veronica would always tell me..

 [Meg]

 No chance, no way I won’t say it, no, no 

 I internally laugh because that’s always my response whenever Betty or Veronica say I should admit my love.

 [muses] 

You swoon, you sigh why deny it, uh-oh

 [Meg] 

It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love

 I thought my heart had learned its lesson

 It feels so good when you start out

 My head is screaming get a grip, girl 

Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out. 

 After that verse I feel my head is screaming with joy! That finally someone or a song actually understands what’s it’s been trying to tell me. And that thinking of Jughead in a romantic way is wrong and I shouldn’t even bother.

 [muses] 

You keep on denying 

 Who you are and how you’re feeling 

 Baby, we’re not buying 

 Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling

 Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up 

That ya got, got, got it bad 

 Once again Betty and Veronica’s words just keep playing … 

 [Meg]

 You’re way off base I won’t say it

 Get off my case I won’t say it 

 I feel myself now having an internal conflict That it’s true .. that I’ll actually never say whatever my heart is telling me. 

 [Muses] 

Girl, don’t be proud It’s O.K. you’re in love

 The last line of the song is the line that hit my heart like a ton of bricks.

 [Meg]

 Oh At least out loud, I won’t say I’m in love 

 When the song ended I feel like my heart has been warmed, that even though I’m in love with Jughead, I’ll never say it out loud. By the end of the movie, Megara and Hercules are happy together after Hercules saves her. And I feel like crying at how much he loves Her after everything she did. 

 Officially the movie is over and I turn to Jughead to speak but Jughead had something to say. “Y/N I need to tell you something.” I could hear the doubt in his voice but ignore it and nod for him to continue.

 Suddenly, I feel his right hand grabbing my side of my face and he pulls me in and kisses me. I feel like my stomach is doing flips and my heart is beating 100 miles per hour, but all I do is kiss back and letting this moment live

. When we pull away a whisper from Jughead is said “ will you be my Meg and I your Hercules?”

Two Things

There are two things of which Gabriel is completely certain.

The first is that he loves Sam Winchester with every spark of his Grace, far more than he ever thought it was possible for an angel to love a human, and he wants them to be together for the rest of eternity.

The second is that he has absolutely no idea how human weddings work.

He proposes to Sam in the same way he does everything - in the heat of the moment. It’s just the two of them, because of course it is, because there’s no way he’d do this in front of Dean and Cas.

But now there’s all these other things he has to think about, boring human things that he’s always considered himself so far above. Like tax benefits and flower arrangements and memorizing a specific list of words that he needed to say in order to be allowed to have Sam forever.

Some things aren’t so bad. Gabriel gets to visit a bakery and try out no fewer than twenty-eight different cake samples and he thinks that if he were a human, one who has a personalized heaven, this might just be it. He knows after the first cycle that cake number nine is the exact kind of fluffy vanilla that he wants for himself and Sam, but he pretends to be deliberating between three or four just so that he can get himself more free cake.

Some other things, too, are easy for him to cheat on using his powers. Sam wants to get married in a little countryside barn, possibly overlooking a lake, far away from anyone but the small handful of people they’re inviting. He finds a few examples but they’re expensive and booked out and far enough away that Gabriel really doesn’t want to drive to take a look at them - so he snaps one up himself, walking distance from the bunker. Sam rolls his eyes, but he has to admit it’s pretty great that Gabriel can customize it to his exact specifications.

But other things are just so, so tedious. Like suit fittings.

Gabriel learns that there are humans out there who plan weddings for a living, and he’s never been more horrified. He thinks about making them the next targets of his pranks, but then he remembers that their lives are already terrible enough and they don’t need him making them even worse.

Gabriel wants to give up on the whole wedding idea. Yeah, it had seemed great at the time, but now? It just feels like an unnecessary amount of work for something that’s not going to change his and Sam’s relationship in the slightest.

Until…

Until Sam starts to talk about applying for a marriage license.

“I can’t exactly put ‘the archangel Gabriel.’ Even if they did believe me without any kind of proof of identification, I think the state of Kansas would be confused that the archangel Gabriel was suddenly applying for a marriage license in the year 2016, and it might cause a stir in the papers.”

“Fight me, Sam,” Gabriel rolls his eyes. “I don’t care. I’m done with all this wedding crap. Make something up. Make me Gabriel Smith or Gabriel Reese or, hell, make me Gabriel Gabriel for all I care. I’m an archangel. We don’t tend to give a crap about last names, there’s not enough of us.”

Sam scoffs. “Come on. This is a big deal. You think I wouldn’t give anything to change my last name? Almost did while I was at Stanford. Didn’t exactly want to be associated with the Winchesters. Family names are important, and you’re lucky that you get to pick your own.”

Gabriel stiffens, and he turns away from Sam. “You still feel that way? You still want to change it?”

“No,” Sam says after a long, uncertain pause. “No, crazy as it sounds, I think being a Winchester has done me more good than bad in the long run.”

Gabriel nods, slowly, closing his eyes. Even after all this time, he still finds it hard to say things like this while looking directly at Sam. “Yeah, I think it has for me too. So the reason I don’t give a crap what you put on the marriage license is cause after we get married, I wanna be a Winchester too. Officially.”

“Really? Gabe, you don’t have to, that’s an old fashioned tradition that loads of people don’t even stick to anymore, especially not gay couples. Look at Donna and Jody-”

“Sam, please!” Gabriel’s eyes snap open and he stares right at Sam, looking almost angry. “Listen to me. Archangels don’t have last names, but we have names. And I spent a really long time trying to hide mine. I got out of heaven and I went into witness protection and I hid my whole identity and sometimes I still feel weird about being Gabriel, it reminds me of things that I don’t want to remember. But if I was Gabriel Winchester, that would make me more than just Gabriel. That would make me… your Gabriel.”

He blushes then, because that was sappier than he intended, but really there’s no other way to say this. “And people talk about 'the Winchesters’ as a collective unit - those Winchesters who are always together, who’ll do anything for each other. I’d like to be a part of that. Of all the groups I’ve been associated with, none of them have ever meant anywhere near as much to me as you do.”

He shrugs, forcing a small grin, too nervous for a real one. “So. Yeah. Gabriel Winchester. I think it could work. If that’s… okay with you?”

There are two things of which Sam Winchester is completely certain.

The first is that he loves Gabriel enough to make every heartbreak in his past worth suffering, and that he would be honored to have Gabriel take his last name, that Gabriel fits perfectly with their messy, amazing, broken yet still fighting family.

The second is that he really needs to kiss Gabriel, right now.