i should really read this soon

anonymous asked:

I need a fix-it for Batman and Robin 20

For a moment my heart stopped because I read this as “Robin 20,” as in the 20th Robin, and I couldn’t comprehend that thought. 20 Robins. Good god.

So do you mean like, Jason, Robin 2.0? The second Robin. Because I definitely need them to find some middle ground, too, if not a full understanding. Unfortunately, with the way that their characters are, that’s not going to happen anytime soon.

Or did you mean like DickBats and Damian as Robin, Batman and Robin 2.0, because there’s not really a fix-it that’s needed, is there? I think both of them should work together and be partners again, especially now that Bruce is working with Duke more often and Damian’s with the Teen Titans.

I don’t know who I was talking about this to, but I was saying that it’d be really cool if we could have a comic about Nightwing and Robin teaming up specifically. They did it for a couple issues in Rebirth, but I feel like it wasn’t executed as well as it could have been with Shawn and the pregnancy scare in the mix. I would love a comic with just the two of them being the dynamic duo again, even if Dick’s not wearing the cowl.

They work well together. They’re brothers. And I think that both characters would only benefit if they could work together as partners again, but I don’t think there’s anything to fix necessarily.

anonymous asked:

Your blog is my favorite! i used to have a tumblr but i deleted it because the fandom i was in was SUPER toxic so i just check through URLs now. I’ll admit i haven’t read your fics but I’ve decided to do so soon! :)

Aaaaaaah!!! Kastle fam has honestly been so blessed™ and blown away this past week. And you should TOTALLY read the fic for them, there are so many talented writers creating stories for frank/Karen it’s really wonderful. My own fic tag is http://thekastlediaries.tumblr.com/tagged/kastlelibrary although I haven’t written anything since before TPS stared, I wrote a LOT of AU-ish type stories that aren’t dependent on canon-divergence or specific scenes so they can be read any time. My favorite is a little time loop AU (a la Groundhog Day but about 1000x angstier and also maybe kind of spooky??) called “Try and Try Again.” Please let me know what you think if you do read anything. I live for feedback and sometimes it’s the only thing that can kickstart me writing again.

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I SWEAR I was originally only going to draw “just a couple of pictures” from the ficlet called “It’s A Trap!” that @insanitysbloomings gifted me for Christmas because I loved it so much, but AS USUAL I kind of got carried away.  I should really work on that…. >_>  P.S. Ignore my ugly rooftop drawing in the last panel lololol I didn’t feel like drawing buildings

I’ve been slowly working on this comic, plus a DIFFERENT Marichat comic (not the Valentine’s day one, but another one from a oneshot fic I read a few weeks ago) that hopefully I’ll finish soon (because I got carried away AGAIN).  XD 

I’m also working on drawing my designs for civilian Marinette, Adrien, Alya, and Nino for the Gangster!AU, so hopefully I’ll finish those soon too (halfway done!).  Plus a Ladybug costume redesign for the OlderAdrien!AU, and that YOI screenshot redraw and… AHHHHH, just so many more!!  My WIP folder is bursting with so much unfinished stuff!!!  XD

Look it has come to my attention that a number of people I like and care about haven’t read Batman: Li’l Gotham. This is a travesty. So consider this my PSA about how you really should read Li’l Gotham. Maybe you passed it up because it was an all ages comic and you thought it would be too silly. Maybe it just flew under your radar. I’m not judging. I’m just telling you that you should go read it as soon as possible.

It’s Batfam headcanons the comic folks. 

You want the misadventures of the Bat boys trying to cook?

Scrabble night at the Batcave?

The Gotham City Sirens being cute?

The Batmobile’s back seat?

Meta humor?

An unexpected bout of feels?

Or just lots of Bruce being a dad?

Read Li’l Gotham.

Dirty, Pretty Things

Hey guys! I hope that everyone is having a supremely good day today! I’m sorta shy to post this because I’ve never written a sexy-time before, but I gave it a go lol. Basically, Tom and the reader go to the library and Tom gets a little frustrated by the book the reader picks out for him, and then, sexy-time ensues. I hope you like it!

Dirty, Pretty Things

He had lost her within the sea of words that had engulfed them both.

When Tom had first entered the grand library, the sight of so many shelves completely drenched in knowledge blew his eyes wide open. She, on the other hand, had immersed herself, diving in and out of shelves quickly, and coming out with towering stacks of novels. Tom watched, hands in his pockets, as she piled the literature as high as it could go without falling.

Grabbing her readings, he moved them to a secluded corner, where he sat down on the floor to wait for her to come back to him.

As she fluttered about, rushing in between sections and up and down staircases, her skin gave off a soft sheen of champagne that he knew came from her ridiculously expensive highlighter. The heels of her boots tapped anxiously across the floor. Sounding as though they were afraid they’d only be granted a set amount of time to wander through the library. The straps of the dress his girlfriend wore began to slip off her shoulders and she failed to fix them to their proper place again. When she bent down, Tom noticed that her position revealed a more than generous amount of her legs. He bit his lip and tried to ignore how alluringly endearing she looked.

Tom loved to watch her like this. She looked incredibly at home nestled inside the library’s massive selection of books. She wasn’t worried about other people, or how they could be perceiving her. Instead, her only focus was on choosing the best and most interesting novel to read.

After about forty minutes, she finally came back to him, carrying four more books in her hands.

“I picked some out for you to read as well,” she said, nestling decisively underneath his arm.

Due to the spot Tom had secured, she was sat directly next to the left corner of the wall with Tom cuddled into her right side. Tom beamed at her and pressed an open mouthed kiss to her lips. “What did you get for me darling?”

“Well, firstly, I grabbed you the first Harry Potter book because I think that it’s absolute insanity that you haven’t read it yet. Then, I grabbed Horns and The Shining, in case your in the mood for horror, but, if all else fails, maybe you could try Hidden Bodies or Dirty, Pretty Things?” She began to ramble on about why she had selected each novel and then stopped short. “Oh, shit, I should go back and bring you Fight Club, I really think that-.” Tom quickly wrapped an arm around her middle, securing her back down on the floor.

“No, no, I’m excited to read Dirty, Pretty Things. That’s the poetry book you’ve been off about with Kaylee, right? I want to read that one.” Tom watched her pull the thin, pink book out of the stack to hand to him.

She looked shy handing it over to him. As soon as his hands slid over the front cover, she quickly interjected, “you may not like it, but the words are just lovely and they make me,” she stopped short and shuddered.

Tom quirked a brow, “oh yeah? Better get started then.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and rustled her hair.

Tom watched as she leaned forward and bit her lip, trying to decide what she wanted to read first. Eventually, she settled on A Tale For the Time Being and curled up against his chest.

Tom’s eyes skimmed over poem after poem, and he began to understand why she spoke so much about it, just not directly to him. The book was written about love, and carnal attraction and she was forever timorous.

The poetry in Dirty, Pretty Things was beginning to get to him, especially when he thought about her reading it. Michael Faudet’s words were dulcet and enticing, and Tom imagined whispering them softly into her ear, as he slipped his hands up her skirt.

Tom’s mind briefly wandered to her getting off on the words within the book and had to stop for a few seconds to recompose himself. He glanced down at her. The words on the page of her book seemed to leap and dance off the page, mocking him for being of more interest to her than he was. Shaking his head, he tried not to look at the uncovered, sweet smelling, perfumed, skin of her chest. Going back to his own book, he attempted to allow the book’s poetry to command his full attention once again.

The first poem Tom encountered as he flipped the page nearly killed him. He stopped breathing and read over the words three more times before letting out a shaker gasp.

The only words on the page were, “Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read.”

Tom looked from the poem to her, then again and again before he felt his jeans getting even tighter than they were before. This had to be a sign. Shit, they were in a library, surrounded by books, all alone in a dimly lit corner of the library. Not to mention, books and literature were her favorite things in the word. She had told him a while ago that the best compliment she’d ever received had been from slew of teachers who had all insisted that she had the best taste in books they’d seen in a long time. Michael Faudet’s words were taunting him.

“Baby,” he started, gently tilting her chin up to look at him. “I’m bored.”

She frowned, “do you not like the book because I can go and grab you another, or maybe-,” Tom cut her short by sliding a soft hand across her throats to sweep her hair off her shoulder.

“Let’s trade. You can read Dirty, Pretty Things out loud to me. I’m sleepy and I wanna listen to you read the poems.” Tom gently guided his book into her palms.

She flushed red and stuttered for a minute. “Tom, I can’t.

“Why not?” He countered.

“You’ve read it,” She muttered, looking away from him. “The words are libidinous.”

Tom brought her eyes back to his and licked his lips before he spoke. “I wanna hear you read them darling.” He moved to kiss the spot just below her lips. Tom dared lower and lower, tangling his hands in her hair as he went. When he reached her collarbones, she finally snapped.

Letting out an airy sigh, she gasped out, “fine Tom.”

He smirked and placed a final kill on the base of her throat and corrected his posture so that he was sitting with his arms protectively circling her frame.

She moved to flip to the next page when Tom interrupted her. “Do you mind reading from the beginning? I wanna hear it all in your voice.”

Narrowing her eyes, she flipped back to the first page and began to read. As she read through the first few poems, Tom’s hands began to totter.

First, he slipped them up and down her arms, feigning an effort to keep her warm. Then, he began to give her small kisses on the forehead, cheek, neck and hand. She looked at him, slightly confused as to why he’d ask her to read out loud if he wasn’t going to pay attention.

Nevertheless, she kept reading.

As she flipped the page, her breathing was cut short. Tom knew exactly which poem she’d stumbled across. “Sweetheart, do you want to play a game?” Tom asked her, his voice rough and low in her ear.

She blinked up at him, her cheeks flushed cherry red as she managed to stutter out a few syllables.

“How about I tell you the rules first?” He paused briefly, and then began to talk. “The book you’ve chosen for me has actually proven itself to be quite the naughty thing and I think that you gave it to me on purpose. Since you like to play so many little games instead of just telling me directly what you want, I think that maybe I’ll give games a go too.” Tom stopped to look at her again. Her pupils had consumed the typical color of her eyes and her hands were slightly shaking. Taking them within his own, he kissed the backs of both of her hands.

“If you’ll allow me, I’d very much like to reenact that poem. You are the book that I’ve been dying to read.”

Her eyes shut and she bit her lip to contain the moan threatening to slip past.

“Here’s the catch though, I still want you to read to me. If you stop reading out loud, I’ll stop what I’m doing and you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Tom peppered her neck with open mouthed kisses.

She nodded her head, eyes still shut tight.

“No, darling, I need verbal consent, just to be sure.” Tom continued his assault on her neck.

Her eyes finally snapped open and she rolled her head around to look directly into Tom’s eyes. “Please.” She whispered.

With that, Tom smirked and lifted the hem of her dress and slipped his hand further up her thighs.

Her voice shook, “the kind of love letter I write are the ones you read in bed, stretched out beneath the sheets with one hand between your legs.”

Tom pressed his mouth to her and she convulsed against his lips, gasping out the words to the next line.


“Bringing in Maggie Sawyer [Floriana Lima] really ruffled my character’s feathers and pushed Alex to start tapping into something and to feel something that she never let herself feel before. That discovery led to her coming out as a lesbian, which is such a fantastic storyline and huge in terms of growth for my character. She’s had this push and pull of figuring out who she was, who she is now and how all that works together. That, in turn, has made the stakes even higher for Alex, because along with Kara, there’s now someone else, Maggie, who she also cares about a great deal and in a very different way. Acting-wise, the big challenge for me was trying to feel what Alex was experiencing for the first time insofar as having those types of feelings for someone else. I was nervous, not only for her as a character, but also myself because I had never faced that with Alex before. It was, again, this back and forth of her being more vulnerable and kind of riding that wave of, I’m in a relationship, isn’t that awesome, but oh, wait a sec, I have to deal with this nine-foot alien over here. So all these various dynamics have been swirling around me, which has been a lot of fun, but definitely challenging, too.“

"I had no idea that was coming until right before we started production on Season 2,” recalls the actress. “From a personal standpoint I wanted to be part of the casting process for the Maggie character. The storyline is just so huge, and from a respectful and responsible standpoint it’s one that I was really adamant about doing correctly. It could have been handled, not vaguely, but not as sensitively as I feel it should be. Thankfully, the show’s creators are so thoughtful when it comes to the whole creative process, which truly is a collaborative one on Supergirl. I wanted to make sure the actress playing Maggie was, among other things, really hip and cool, which I explained on the phone to the producers. Vibe is so important on-set and being able to get along with your coworkers makes a big difference. Floriana was the second of three actresses I read with, and as soon as she walked out of the audition room I said, ‘That’s her’, and everyone else knew it, too. We had such a great connection, the chemistry was there right off the bat, and everyone felt it. Alex and Maggie are both really strong people, and to show any vulnerability is quite challenging in and of itself, but then to be in that relationship definitely stretches them quite a bit as human beings. Floriana sees our onscreen relationship the same way I do, and it’s really important to us that when you watch Alex and Maggie trying to work something out that it’s obviously not easy for either of them.”

Sci-Fi Magazine, June 2017  source

Tom helping you study:

-Coming home after a long day and knowing you need to study but wanting so badly to avoid it once you walk in the door and see Tom’s face

-“Alright sooo, I got some of that cheese you like, and some bubbly, I thought we could catch up on House of Cards? Or whatever you want to watch sweetheart, doesn’t bother me.”

-Just feeling really sad and disheartened because you know you can’t and him picking up on it straight away

-“What’s wrong darling? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do that, we could go out or something? I just thought you might like to have a night in.”

-“It’s not that, I just really need to study for this exam tomorrow and I’d love to do all that but I’m gonna fail if I don’t study, Tom I’m sorry I jus-”

-Tom steadying you with his hands on your shoulders, putting his hand on your cheek and bending down to look in your eyes to reassure you

-“Hey, hey now. Love, your studies are important, you know that, I know that, don’t you dare be sorry about it. Now I don’t know how much help I can be, but what if I be your study buddy? I’ll help you in any way you need me to.”

-“You’d do that?”

-“Only for you my love.”

-Both of you sitting on the ground with your legs crossed, your books and notes spread out on the coffee table with your laptop, and he’s just staring at your notes in awe of how much you take on

-“You just tell me what you’d like me to do and I’ll do it. No questions asked.”

-“That’s very ballsy of you Tom.”

-Getting him to highlight certain words in a word passage for you and him not knowing what colour you’d prefer

-“Okay so you’ve got pink, orange, yellow or green here, which should I use love?”

-“It doesn’t really matter Tommy.”

-“You wore green knickers yesterday, so I’ll use green.”

-“TOM”

-Just KNOWING Tom has so many questions about the depths of what you’re studying because he’s a curious little puppy but he holds them back because he doesn’t want to distract you

-“You have lovely handwriting darling.”

-“Thank you Tommy.”

-Tom rubbing your back while he waits for you to give him something to do

-“Tommmmm”

-“Yes love, what can I do??”

-“Could you maybe make me a snack?”

-“Crackers? And that cheese I got for you?”

-“Yes pleaseeee”

-“I’m on it.”

- Tom wanting to feed you the cheese and crackers so you ‘don’t have to waste your study time picking it up yourself’

-“Tom I can feed myself, you don’t have to do that.”

-“But I’m helpingggg”

-“Okay okay, fine”

-Getting him to quiz you and him being so serious about it, covering the back of the page with his hand so you can’t peep through

-“Are you gonna have a buzzer?”

-“No Tom, I don’t need a buzzer, I’m the only person answering.”

-“But it’s a quiz show.”

-“It’s a quiz for study, not a quiz show Tommy.”

-“…….it’s a quiz show and your buzzer is ‘ribbit’.”

-Watching some recorded lessons on your laptop and Tom watching with you even though he clearly finds it boring af

“Tom you don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to.”

“No no I want to, this is great.”

“Mhm.”

-Struggling to read your notes because you left your glasses upstairs and Tom knowing exactly what’s up

-So he goes upstairs and grabs them for you but you’re too focused to notice

-He comes up behind you and slides them on your face, and it’s the littlest gesture but you’re so so grateful

-“You need to wear them darling, your eyes are probably sore enough as it is”

-“I love you Thomas”

-“I love you too.”

-Tom looking through the novel you’re studying and reading all your annotations because he just loves to see your thoughts written down

- Starting to feel really sleepy and Tom noticing your eyes drooping

-“How’re you going love? Maybe you should head off to bed soon”

-“I’m almost done, I just need to go through this last few notes and summarise them, would you make me a coffee please?”

-“No love, it’s bloody 12am. You can have tea, coffee will have you wired and you still need to sleep.”

-“Thank you for making my good choices for me”

-“That’s what I’m here for”

-Finally finishing up and just collapsing back into the gap between where his arm is holding his also very tired body up and his torso, his hand resting gently on your hip giving it a tap

-“Alright, time for bed I think.”

-Tom helping you to bed, and letting you wear his lucky socks, the fluffy blue ones with clouds on them

-“I always wear them to my auditions, you can wear them tonight to give you luck for your exam tomorrow”

- Thinking it’s a little ridiculous, but his sweet soft boy face is utterly serious

-“I’d be honoured to wear your lucky socks. They have been washed though right?”

-“I think so.”

-Tom slipping into bed beside you pulling you into his embrace, one arm under you neck, the other curled around your waist

-“Alright love, one last question. Buzzers ready. Who’s the best Spider-Man?”

-“Ribbit. You are, you idiot”

-“That’s what I like to hear.” 

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Some of my friends are currently doing their exams (they know who they are), and I’m very proud of them and I think they deserve Tom as a study buddy highkey (not to mention all the goodness in the world), I know I would have fucking loved him as a study buddy when I was at school. S/o to anyone currently doing exams/hardcore studying! Get that education xxx

Ride Me (M) ~ Jungkook

I wrote this at 2 am and a mystic messenger chat opened so I delayed writing oops

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.3k

SMUT WARNING

Jungkook had an obsession. Being young, his hormones ran wild. Meaning that Jungkook was horny all the time. Before concerts, after concerts, while filming ‘Bangtan Gayo’, everywhere.

But that was only part of it. His sex drive was extremely high, not that you minded, but it was high enough that you had to at least give him a blowjob daily.

Jungkook loved anything to do with riding. He wasn’t always submissive, but when you were getting him off, riding in some way always came out of his mouth.

‘Ride my face.’

‘Ride my cock, babygirl.’

‘Ride my thigh, I know you like that.’

Today, it was almost a repeat of last night. Except that it never got boring. He always made sure you enjoyed it, throwing in new kinks frequently. They were in the middle of filming for the 14th episode of Bangtan Gayo. During a short break, Jungkook sent you a text.

'I miss you.’

You looked up from your chair, locking eyes with him immediately. The hair stylist was adjusting his hair, with a comb before walking away, trading places with the makeup artist. She handed him his chapstick, letting him apply it while the reapplied a little bit of his concealer. His eyes were on you and as soon as she took the chapstick and walked away, he smirked and raised and eyebrow at you.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, deciding not to text him back for a few minutes. When he realized you didn’t type a reply, his eyebrows furrowed and he took his seat. As soon as they started filming, Jungkook was focused on the game. Jimin was currently guessing what Seokjin had drawn when you sent him a text.

'Really Jungkookie? What should i do about that?’

He jumped as he felt his phone vibrate and he wanted to see what it said. He turned to the side, out of the cameras view and quickly unlocked his phone, reading the text.

He scoffed and typed a reply in only a few seconds, 'You know what I want. Be ready for when we get home.’

And he turned around and acted like nothing happened, quickly getting back into filming.

“Chim? (Spit)” Jimin guessed, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to comprehend what in the world Seokjin was drawing.

“ChimChim?” Jungkook laughed as he already knew what Seokjin was drawing. Jimin only guessed one correctly and it was Taehyung’s turn. You rolled your eyes, surprised on how he switched so quickly. He crossed one leg over the other and left his hands in his lap, and thats when you started smirking. He could feel your gaze and you watched as he avoided it completely, trying to joke around with Namjoon to get rid of his boner.

You were proud as he stood up, he wasn’t hard. You smiled to yourself as he shot a quick glance at you, showing off how he quickly got himself under control. They finished the episode and as soon as he got to leave, he grabbed onto you and went home as quickly as possible.

“Yah. Someone’s eager.” You smirk as he pulls you into the house. You’ll even admit that you were wet, Jungkook had you thinking the entire time.

He quickly picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. You squealed and wrapped your legs around his waist, hanging onto him for dear life. He laughed and laid you down, beginning to kiss you softly. You hummed into the kiss as his hands began to roam your body. They went down to your hips and he flipped you both over so you were above him.

“Undress,” he ordered.

You quickly pulled off your shirt and unclipped your bra, leaving you with just your jeans and panties. Jungkook’s jeans were tight and black, practically suffocating his cock. But he held on as you pulled off your jeans and panties, throwing them onto the ground with your other clothes.

“Ride my thigh,” he sighs, placing you directly on it. A leg was on either side and he smirked as he watched what the hardness of the muscles did to you immediately. You adjusted your position slightly before beginning to move back and forth, rubbing your clit against his clothed thigh. Jungkook leaned forward and began sucking on your neck, leaving dark red marks on the skin. He bit down on the skin of your collarbone, and then ran his tongue over it, slightly soothing the now broken blood vessels.

You moaned out at the pain but the pleasure you felt at once, you began moving faster and made sure that your clit came in direct contact with his jeans. He flexed his thigh as you moved, the sudden hardness of the clothed muscle against your clit making you whine.

“You like when I do that? Huh,” he flexed his thigh again and you bit your lip, feeling yourself nearing your high. He continued to flex it and just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he grabbed onto your hips and stopped you from moving.

“Sit on my face.“

“What?”

“You heard me, do what I said.”

You nodded and moved up to hover his face. Your hands went to the headboard and his arms hooked around your thighs, locking you in place. Without a warning, he pulled you down and ran his tongue from your entrance to your clit, circling over the bud of nerves before sucking on it. You shivered and moaned, trying to move with the pace of his tongue but he held onto you tightly so that you were unable to move. He groaned at your taste, the wetness was dripping onto his tongue and he licked it all up. Jungkook pushed his tongue into your entrance and you cried out his name, “Jungkook! Oh!”

Continuing the same pattern as before, he hummed against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body. You saw stars as your orgasm washed over you, legs shaking in the process.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you. He loved the taste of you and kept licking over your entrance until he collected all of the cum he could.

“Good girl. You took that well,” he compliments as you literally rip his clothes off. As soon as he felt your hands on his shaft, he almost exploded.

“(Y/N), don’t. The only place I’ll be coming tonight is inside of you. Ride me,” he says, voice almost dropping an octave.

You nod and quickly line him up with your entrance, slowly sliding down on him. He didn’t give you any time to adjust and started helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Jungkook knew he wouldn’t last long at all, his thumb quickly rubbed your clit as he thrust up to meet your hips, pushing even deeper and right against your spot. He held on as long as he possibly could, determined to get you to cum first.

“Ah! Jungkook!” You cried, walls clenching around him during your release. You could feel his cock twitch as he groaned, releasing into you, slightly whimpering as you tightened around his sensitive member. You could feel the warmth of his cum as it laced your walls with as much as it could.

As you lifted yourself off of him, you softly sighed at the feeling of his cum, slowly sliding out of your entrance. He groaned and turned away, “Go shower before you make me hard again.”

You slid your fingers over your entrance and collected his cum on them before sucking on your fingers in front of him.

“Aish, go do what I told you,” he rolls his eyes and covers his face. Only removing them when he’s sure you walked out of the room and into the shower.

Baby Fever//H.S. Imagine//

So technically this is a continuation of this imagine but I decided to just make it it’s own story, thank you to the lovely anon who requested it!


As you were sitting back stage before Harry’s concert began you couldn’t ignore the flutter your heart gave. Harry interacting with Lux was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen, he seemed so genuinely happy and caused a constant flow of giggles to fall from her mouth. You drowned out the screams of fans standing in the audience waiting for your love to go preform and began to think. You really wanted a child with Harry, you assumed he did too, but you weren’t sure how to tell him. As he handed Lux away to another persons arms you walked over and wrapped your arms around him.

“I really want a baby with you Harry,” You inaudibly mumbled into his shirt, at least you thought it was inaudible.

When you looked up his eyes were the size of golf balls and it didn’t seem like he was breathing. He opened and closed his mouth like he was going to say something but he stayed silent and just looked at you. He searched your face for any sign of doubt but instead he found a look of regret. Oh no, you thought. In one swift motion he pulled away from your touch and rushed to grab his guitar and stand behind the curtain. You felt a tear drop down your cheek, you looked down at your feet and tried to hide the devastated expression on your face. You sped walked to Harry’s dressing room and sat on the couch curled in a ball. Your thoughts started to fill the empty space in your head. Was that a no? Can I blame him for not wanting a baby? Maybe it’s too soon, i should have waited longer. Does he think i’m not good enough? Maybe he doesn’t want anything more than a relationship with me, maybe he’s worried it will mess up his career. So there you sat for the duration of Harry’s show, you cried a little bit but mostly you ate the snacks on the table and stared mindlessly at the TV. Your phone buzzed and you glanced at it, reading the text:

Love Bug: I have to stay late and talk with Jeff, meet you at the hotel?

You: Ok.

You really didn’t have the energy to type anything else, nor did you really want to. You gathered all of your things and stole a small chocolate that you didn’t get a chance to eat. As you opened the door you swung your purse over your shoulder and tried to look as content as possible. You whispered a thank you to the driver once you jumped into the car and slammed the door shut. The car was warm, you assumed the heat was on and you snuggled into the seat. The view of London occupied you while you looked out of the window and filtered your thoughts to think mainly positive. 

The car came to a stop in front of you and Harry’s hotel and you left the warmth of the car to be hit with cool, London air. It was somewhat relaxing as you walked to the hotel entrance and through the revolving doors. Once you were inside your room and in a warm set of pajamas you felt out of place, you had no clue what to do with yourself. You ended up wrapping yourself in the covers and listening to the sound of cars whizzing by the building. 

You must have fallen asleep because when you woke up you heard the sound of Harry picking pajamas from his bag lying on the floor. His air was in a messy but cute style and he didn’t even notice you staring at his side profile. You closed your eyes again and listened to the shuffle of him changing, you decided you wouldn’t bring the subject up again and you would eventually get over it. Maybe in the future you could still have a baby of your own. You felt a draft of cold air hit your back as Harry lifted up the covers and slid into his side of the bed. His wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer using his leg, you noted how cold his feet were. 

“Hello, love.” Harry spoke in an almost whisper. 

“Hi, H.” You replied. A yawn escaped from you and you started to enjoy the warmth coming from Harry’s body.

“I hope she has your eyes.”

You were positive your heart stopped, “Huh?”

“Our baby, I hope she has your eyes.”

“You…You want to have a baby with me?”

“Of course I do. And I hope she yawns like you when she’s tired, and giggles like you when you’re tickled. And I wonder if she’ll wrinkle her nose like you when she concentrates, or smile in her sleep like you do.” At this point a few tears had fallen from your eyes, clouding your vision of the window by the bed. You don’t think you had ever been more happy than you were at that very moment. You could feel Harry’s breath on the back of your neck ad he went on and on about all the little things he hoped your tiny creation would have. 

“How do you know it will be a girl?” You wondered. 

He planted a sweet kiss on the top of your head, “I just know.”


Part Two? I can’t get enough of Dad!Harry so let me know what you guys think! Don’t forget my requests and open and so is my inbox xx. 

Poor Ciao Ciao…

The song in question.

I’ve had this in my head since reading chapter 8. I cannot really art, and what even are your eyebrows, Cestino?  but I had to get it out of my system, and it wouldn’t have worked as a text post or chat.

I’ve finally depleted my stock of stupid posts about UMFB&MHA, at least until Sunday. Welp. So soon. Am I even ready?

Jeremy's fan letter

The following is an excerpt from Bending the Willow by David Stuart Davies:

One incident that David Burke recounted brought the house down at the Northern Musgraves’ Jeremy Brett Memorial Lunch. it is a tale that reveals not only Brett’s humour and eccentricity, but also his endearing, self-effacing qualities:

“Jeremy said to me on one occasion, “I was feeling so low the other day that I sent myself a fan letter.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m absolutely serious.”

“What did you write to yourself?”

“Dear Jeremy, I would just like to say what a wonderful actor you are. Your Sherlock Holmes puts every other attempt at the part in the shade. Basil Rathbone is not fit to clean your boots; and Douglas Wilmer and Robert Stephens should beg you to give them lessons. You’re much prettier than all of them, for a start. There is only one word for your performance–magic. Please send me a signed photograph. Yours, Joe Bloggs. P. S. I’ve heard that you’re a really nice person, too.”

”Did you really write that?”

”Yes, I did.”

“Did you send it?”

”Yes. I put a first-class stamp on it. I wanted to get it as soon as possible. It came the next morning.”

“And did you read it?”

”Of course I read it. I read it a dozen times. I felt wonderful afterwards.”

”Well, did you send yourself a signed photograph?”

”David, I may be mad–but I’m not barking mad! In any case, the bugger didn’t send a stamped addressed envelope!”

"Love Me"

Originally posted by starryiplier

Request: Can I make a request for an aro reader with an ex boyfriend(from before she knew she was aro) who’s obsessed with her, and mark Tyler and ethan help her out and protect her?

Summary: Fem!Reader’s ex-boyfriend has been giving her a “hard time” (understatement) since they broke up and now the guys are ready to Hulk Smash™ him into the void.

A/N: Hey all, meant to get this up yesterday but I wasn’t feeling sure about how I’d written it so I had the best person ever @sweetnestor beta it and now I’m feeling much better with it lmao. Thanks mah dude you helped BUNCHES. Anyway yup hope you guys enjoy this long ass fic!

Wordcount: 1354, back to my usual length for fics!!!!!!!

Warnings: mention of stalking, panic attack, mention of homophobia (is that what it’s called when it’s against someone that’s aro or is there a different word for that?? I’m not sure am srry)

Requests are closed for the time being friends, sorry about that!

It didn’t take long for the gang to realize something was wrong. You’d been holed up in your house for a few days already, very unlike your usual energetic self. How could they blame you? You could barely walk to the restroom without having a panic attack and they expected you to leave your safe space? Not gonna happen.

Not when every noise reminds you of him. Every knock at the door, every creak of the house, every tap on the window sent you into a frenzy. Your boyfriend had always had a… crazy way of showing his affection for you. As your ex he was no different, especially under the circumstances of the split.

Nonetheless by the end of week one of isolation every noise set you off, especially the doorbell. This time was no different. You dove under the covers, praying that whoever was there would just go away. The ringing persisted, followed by a few curt knocks at the door. When you heard the familiar creak of the door opening you felt you heart jump into your throat. Your blood ran cold through your body, your eyes were as big as saucers, your breathing short and shallow.

The footsteps continued, is there more than one intruder? Had he brought his friends? You felt around under the covers and grabbed the baseball bat you’d started keeping in bed with you.

“Ok self,” you whispered to yourself, “you’ll be fine. Just beat the shit out of them before they beat the shit out of you. Go.”

You slowly tip toed towards the living room, careful to avoid every creaky board. You jumped out from around the corner, ready to swing at the threat. Instead you heard your scream mingle with 3 deeper ones.

“AH- What the fuck?!” You screamed, falling back onto the couch behind you. The boys before you had the same reaction, more or less. “Why are you here trying to give me a hEART ATTACK?”

“Well why are you lurking around with a baseball bat in your own home?” Mark exclaimed as he clutched at his chest and tried catching his breath.

“To be fair, you did walk into my house unannounced,” you gasped for air, trying to fill your burning lungs.

“Yeah sorry, I still have that key you gave me when you moved out,” Tyler replied sheepishly as he held the small piece of metal up for you to see.

“You- shouldn’t have- done that-” you sputtered panting for breath. Shit, the panic was settling in.

“Hey are you ok?” Ethan asked as he sat down beside you, recognizing the symptoms of your oncoming panic attack. “Hey it’s ok, we’re sorry we just barged in here. Take some deep breaths with me?”

You were struggling to form a coherent string of words, but Ethan’s hand felt nice on your back and the tension lifted a little bit. “In, out, there you go just like that,” Ethan continued coaching you through the attack. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mark and Tyler make worried eye contact before they ran into the kitchen. Out they came just moments later, water bottle and blanket in hand.

“Just let me know when you’re good, keep breathing for me,” Ethan whispered as he opened the bottle for you and placed it in your hand. “Drink when you’re ready.”

It felt like you’d sat there wheezing and crying for an eternity, staring at the ground hearing your heart pound in your ears. Ethan sat by you through it all, rubbing your back over the blanket Tyler placed on you. To be honest, after a while you forgot you weren’t alone. Everything just kind of fell away from you, the only thing anchoring you to reality was the hand at your back and the hand on your knee.

You looked up and saw Mark rubbing at his forehead while Tyler paced in front of you nervously. Something about the sight was calming to you. At least while they’re here I know he won’t get to me, the thought did it for you. You took the first deep and satisfying breath of the week.

“I, I think I’m good,” you said, still a little short of breath but loads better than before.

“Will you tell us what’s wrong?” Mark asked, kneeling in front of you to look you in the eyes. “We were worried before but, Jesus y/n, I think we were as scared as you were during that episode.”

“I really don’t think you were, Mark,” you answered.

“What Mark meant to say is that if we weren’t worried before we’re definitely worried now. What’s got you so on edge?” Tyler asked as he sat in the seat next to you and pulled you into a warm side hug.

“It’s…“ you paused. Were you ready for them to know? You could already see their reactions, not pretty.

“You can tell us y/n, we just want to make you feel better,” Ethan added.

Maybe it was the softness in his voice, or the worry lines scattered on Mark’s forehead, or the sound of Tyler’s slightly elevated heart beat ringing in your ears, or maybe a culmination of the three. Something told you they had to know. “It’s Isaac.”

“Isaac? What did he do?” Mark’s voice dropped an octave as he shot up into the air. You could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No, not yet.” You voice wavered. You could feel the tears coming on and there was nothing you could to stop it. “He didn’t take me coming out v-very well. Hasn’t left me alone since the b-breakup.” With tears in your eyes you looked down at the floor, “He comes a-and knocks on my door in the middle of the night. He taps on my window. He e-even leaves notes around the security cameras saying creepy sh-shit like h-how he’ll get me to lo-love him if it’s the last thing he d-does.”

The notes were definitely the worst part of the whole ordeal. He knew you’d leave the cameras on, and he knew you’d keep checking them. That sadistic fuck knew you so well and it was driving you insane with fear.

Mark’s knuckles were fisted so tight they were turning white. Tyler’s heart rate had increased by ten fold before he stood abruptly and began pacing once again, this time out of anger rather than worry. Ethan just held your crying body close to him, rubbing at your back once more. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He whispered.

“I was scared. I am scared.” You responded.

“We’d never let anything happen to you, bub. You know that right?” Mark said, pulling you out of Ethan’s arms and into his own.

“You’re staying with me,” Tyler said, already on his way to your room to pack you an overnight bag.

“We’ll all stay at my house. We’ll sleep on the floor in the living room and watch over you while you sleep, sound good?” Mark suggested as he held you at an arms length to wipe away your tears.

“We’ll get the girls to come over too,” Ethan called out from your bathroom as he grabbed your some of your essentials. “It’ll be like a big sleepover!”

Tyler came back in, duffel resting over his shoulder as he made his way to you and squeezed your shoulder, “He’ll regret ever making you feel like this if we ever see him again. He won’t get near you while we’re around.”

Ethan came back in, your makeup bag and travel bag with him. “You’ll be safe with us.” He said with a small smile.

“I love you guys,” you said, a whole new wave of tears running down your cheeks.

“We love you more,” Mark said with a smile as he pulled you towards the door. “Also, just letting you know, there’s literally nothing you can do to stop us from calling the cops on that scumbag Isaac.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”


A/N 2.0 Hey wow I’m actually v happy with how this came out, what a change of pace. I hope you guys enjoyed this one! It’s a bit dark, I know, but as soon as I read the request and started on it I just knew that this would be a great opportunity to write some good old fashioned angst! Anyway yup here it is thanks @sweetnestor again for beta'ing this and helping me work out the kinks! Greatly appreciated :D (ps you guys should check out her stuff too bc it’s AMAZEBALLS and she’s 20x better at writing the Angst™ than I am lmao)

Special thanks to the anon that requested this! It was really fun to write and idk I don’t get a lot of opportunities to write angst or just the boys so this was really fun for me. Also the request was just v intriguing and something that I’d read too so it was cool to get to write it! I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME 1639031 YEARS TO GET TO PLS FORGIVE ME.

Requests are closed for now, sorry dudes!

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calfreezy - yoga challenge

REQUESTED:  “ Could you do a Calfreezy x reader story where they’re both youtubers and do the yoga challenge and their fans ship them?”

“Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel!”

Cal’s loud voice boomed throughout the apartment, alerting me to the fact he had started recording. I watched him make his introduction patiently from the floor where I sat cross legged.

“Today I am making a video that’s quite popular as of now, you may have seen Simon and Cal do it and I’m pretty sure even Zoella has done it at some point - it’s the yoga challenge!”

“Woooo!” I cheered. Cal smiled down at me.

“Obviously I won’t be doing this by myself, incase you couldn’t already tell by the high pitched giggles I have someone here to join me, do you wanna introduce yourself?”

Pouting, I pinched his leg before jumping up.

“My giggle is not high pitched! But hi everyone!”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I smiled and waved at the camera.

“Yep so I have Y/n here with me today, you guys know who she is, you’ve seen her before but her links will be in the description nonetheless.”

“Damn straight they will,” I interrupted.

“Shut it you. Anyway, Y/n has actually done yoga before so I’m hoping I have a lot to learn - would you say you’re a pro?”

His blue eyes looked down at me. My mind was focused on the fact that his arm was still around my shoulder; I couldn’t help but stutter slightly as his long fingers stroked the exposed skin of my shoulder, where my tank top did not cover.

“A pro,” I repeated, realising I had not yet responded. “Well I wouldn’t go that far. But I’m very flexible!”

“Well that’s always good to know,” Cal looked up at the camera and I heard Harry laugh softly from behind it. “Well all of the positions have been chosen by none other than the wroetoshaw, and neither I nor Y/n have actually had a chance to see them yet, so here we go!”

I strolled over to the laptop balancing on the arm of the sofa. Cal filled the filming space with small conversation as I browsed through the photos - some I was familiar with, some seemingly impossible. 

“We’ll start with this one,” I called and Cal nodded. 

“Where do you want me?”

“Just standing up straight,” I continued to observe the photo in order to memorise the position. “It looks like you just have to hold me above your head.”

“That seems simple enough.” Cal shrugged, and I noticed Harry and Lux exchange a look behind the camera. 

I stood in front of Cal, the height difference more prominent than ever. He held out his arms and I leant back into them, instantly being lifted off the ground. One of his hands gripped firmly on my thigh, the other on the centre of my back. We held this for a couple of seconds before he placed me back on the ground.

“Well that was simple, what next?”

“Well, this is where it gets a bit more difficult.” My fingers tapped the laptop, scrolling through the many screenshots of poses. “I need you lying down.”

“Lying down?” he repeated, eyebrows furrowed and I nodded. 

“Yeah, lying down. And then I’m going to balance on top of you.”

“On top, right.”

He scratched the back of his neck, glancing at Lux before lying down on his back. I placed one leg on either side of his crotch before bending and placing my hands firmly on his thighs, causing him to squirm slightly. He cleared his throat. 

“I’m not gonna lie Y/n I don’t really know where to look right now.”

A laugh fell from my lips.

“Try not to get too excited, Cal.”

“Believe me I’m trying,” he responded under his breath, and I silently questioned whether or not I was supposed to hear it. I kicked my legs. Eventually I reached the final position, performing a hand stand on top of Cal. 

“I did it! I actually did it!”

“Congratulations!”

“Thanks, man.”

As I attempted to graciously get down Cal squirmed again, causing me to lose grip. I reached out my hand in order to stop me falling and grabbed on to the first thing within distance - not, at this moment, realising I had just so happened to have grabbed onto his crotch.

“Jesus Y/n!” He groaned and I withdrew my hand, my jaw dropping. Lux and Harry erupted into fits of laughter from where they sat on the sofa, and I bit my lip at the camera. 

“Um..oops?”

“You know what, I think that’s a great place to end this video,” Cal stood, keeping place behind me. “Thank you guys for watching-”

“You did two positions!”

“Shut up Harry, thank you guys for watching and I’ll see you next time bye!”

Cal ended the video and I gave him a questioning look.

“Cal. That was two poses. How are you gonna make a whole video out of that?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just won’t edit it. It’ll be like one massive bloopers video since the positions took us so long anyway.”

He left the room to go and upload the footage and I sat down on the sofa next to Harry. We engaged in conversation for a while, mainly consisting of him teasing me about Cal. Truth be told I liked him. We hadn’t known eachother all that long - only a year, when I’d met him through the sidemen - but I had developed feelings for him quickly. Nobody knew this, but Harry’s suspicions were soon growing.

Lux re entered the room and I hit Harry’s arm, signalling for him to shut up.

“Alright Cal? Y/n and I are just talking about how she’s gonna fuck Freezy.”

“Harry!”

“Oh really, Y/n? It’s funny you should say that actually. Read the comments on the video.”

“It’s uploaded already?” I asked as Lux flopped down on the sofa next to me, handing me his phone. I began scrolling through comments.

“Jesus..”

“Go on, read them out I wanna hear!” Harry exclaimed, and I mentally cursed.

“Top comment: ‘Who’s betting he cut the camera off to fuck her?’ That already has one thousand likes?”

Both boys laughed.

“Second comment - I’ve never seen so much sexual tension in one ten minute video. The next four comments just say shit about us being in a secret relationship.”

“Keep reading,” Lux assured me.

“’Who wants to bet the next video we see of these two is a boyfriend girlfriend tag? This is like Zalfie all over again.’ Then someone just replied saying ‘they 100% are already fucking’…”

“There are some nice ones too!” Freezy interjected as he entered the room. I jumped. “The fans are shipping it, hardcore.”

“But…we’re not even in a relationship?”

All three boys exchanged a look.

  • Coco: Ooh, you're so sweet. We should all totally go shopping together sometime soon. This weekend? Sure, we can go then.
  • *Velvet watches from her seat inside the café as Coco chats up a group of girls who were fawning over her. Her nose wrinkles irritably but she quickly puts on a smile as Coco returns.*
  • Velvet: Hey, so you've invited them to go shopping with us this weekend?
  • Coco: Yeah, they all seem really nice. You don't mind do you?
  • Velvet: Not at all...
  • *Coco smirks and slides a chocolate bar across the table to Velvet*
  • Coco: Here I got this for you at the counter.
  • *Velvet reads the label on the chocolate*
  • Velvet: Charlie's Chocolatey Cocoa Crunchie?
  • Coco: And now that's two things at this table with the name 'coco' in it that belong to you. If you'll accept both, of course.
  • *Velvet takes a moment to realise what Coco has said before nodding quickly and bury her face in her arms on the table leaving Coco to raise her glass at Yang who is giving her a double thumbs up from outside.*
Yous a Baby (Tom Holland HC)

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd


Summary: Dating Tom as a fan who is younger than him (BUT NOT TOO MUCH YOUNGER OR THAT’D BE ILLEGAL)

Author’s Note: Just gonna get it out of the way the reader is at least 18, because we don’t do statutory ‘round these parts. Like even if the younger person says they’re down with dating an older person it’s still the older person’s responsibility to NOT have relations with someone who is legally a child. My friend knows someone who just got arrested for having sex with a minor and even though he said it was “okay” it really wasn’t because she’s a grown as woman who should know better. Okay rant over. I’m going through my requests now so expect more requests to be filled soon. It’s also Thanksgiving next week which means I’ll be hella mellow and will probably want to write. Also gonna try to read the first book in Chaos Walking over the break.

Requested: “do you think you could do a tom x reader imagine or hc of tom dating younger (possibly a fan??)”

Masterlist

Word Count: 672

Warnings: Fluff and swearing

Taglist: @tbholland @stephie-senpai @cersei-lannister @i-love-superhero @chinalois @behxndthemask @ttholland


  • Being younger than Tom was not as bad as people tried to convince you it would be like.
  • When you first got together people attempted to convince you that you had nothing in common.
  • You first started dating towards the beginning of your freshman year of college.
    • You attended school in Georgia and spent lots of time in Atlanta.
    • Partly for entertainment and partly because you were a semi-obsessed Marvel fangirl.
    • You loved seeing pictures from the set and imagined what it would be like nabbing a part on a film.
    • While working in a Starbucks (because college is expensive). 
    • Harrison and Tom walked in near the end of closing while you were beginning to clean the counters. 
    • “Welcome to Starbu- oh my God,” You gasped seeing the Spiderman right in front of you.
    • Tom offered a polite smile, his hands resting in his pockets.
    • As you went to prepare the order Harrison nudged him.
      • “She’s cute and she obviously has a thing for you.”
      • “She is pretty cute.”
    • You returned with both their orders and drew the spiderman symbol next to his name.
    • He softly laughed at the gesture.
    • “I’d appreciate if you wrote your own number.”
    • Your eyes would bug out of your head thinking you misheard him.
    • He nudged his cup towards you and you wrote down your number. 
    • From there you started texting each other and a relationship sprouted.
  • The age gap wasn’t even that big, but you and Tom liked to play around with it.
  • Tom constantly called you a baby, which drove you crazy.
    • “Hey baby.”
    • “You’re such a baby.”
    • “Love this club is for the adults and you can’t go because yous a baby.” 
  • You got him back though, calling him an old man.
    • “Hurry up you old fart.”
    • “Thomas, you can’t keep breaking your nose we need to get you life alert.”
    • “Stop flipping you’re going to break your back!”
  • He constantly patted you on the head like a child.
    • “Thomas stop touching my head.”
  • You certainly had a baby face which didn’t help him teasing you.
  • Tom teasingly insulted you whenever you started annoying him.
    • “What are you 5?”
    • “This isn’t the playground dear.”
  • Dating an actor while still being in school (college/university) definitely got difficult.
    • It was hard to make genuine friendships because most people always had something to gain from you.
    • You would call Tom crying in your dorm.
      • “Baby, what’s the matter?”
      • “N-o-o one like-e-s me, they just want you-u” while hiccuping the whole time.
      • “What do you mean baby you’re amazing?” 
      • “They don’t want to be my-y friend they want to get to you and when I don’t-t tell them what they want to here they start ignoring me.”
    • Tom would feel utterly crushed that school was so hard on you because of him.
    • After you told him that he made sure to visit you a lot more frequently so you wouldn’t be alone.
    • Eventually, people start to catch on to him visiting and would camp outside of your dorm at all hours.
      • There was a situation when two girls broke into your room thinking to see Tom there after reportedly hearing he was at the local airport.
    • You moved out of the dorms after that and into an apartment.
    • The place was small but allowed for enough privacy for the two of you.
  • The media wasn’t the biggest fan of your relationship. 
    • Whenever you were with him on a red carpet they would make snarky or rude comments, which would prompt you to try to escape the event.
    • Tom sensed how you were feeling and ran after you before you could get in the far, cupping your face in his hands.
      • “Darling, please they don’t mean anything. You know I love you. I want you by my side.”
        • Then pulling you into a dramatic kiss.
      • “I guess I’ll stay…old man.”

~ SPN 12x15 coda ~

This is my voicemail. Make your voice…a mail.

Dean pursed his lips and pulled his phone away from his ear. Three missed calls…where was Cas? 

Usually, if he was not back home by this time – Dean tapped his screen. 10:47 pm – then he was at a hotel for the night. By now, Cas would have texted Dean to check in. To let him know that everything was all right. Maybe he was too tired to carry on an actual conversation. Maybe that’s why he sounded off on the phone earlier,

After a moment of staring at his phone, Dean opened it up and found the messages between himself and Cas. No reason he couldn’t text Cas first, right?

10:48 pm // Any more news about Dagon?

He stared at his screen until it went black. Sighing, Dean set his cell down on his nightstand and pulled off his flannel shirt, tossing it on the foot of his bed. He toed off his heavy boots and kicked them away before he tugged off his jeans. As he sat down, he glanced over at his phone.

Still no notification. Maybe Cas’ phone was dead?

Dean slipped under the covers and sat still for a second before reaching under and yanking off his socks. He threw them across the room and rested his arm behind his head. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, watching the shadows from the lamp creep over the popcorn ceiling.

His phone buzzed. Twice. 

Dean jolted up and rubbed his eyes with one hand and grabbed his cell with the other. His shoulders sagged as he rested his phone on his knee. It was only Crowley. If he actually wanted to talk to Dean, he would call him – several times in succession until Dean picked up, judging by past experiences. 

Dean unlocked his phone with a swipe of his thumb and his eyes fell to Cas’ contact picture. It was one that Dean took who know how many moths ago during a lull in a research session. In the picture, Cas was glaring over the top of Sam’s computer at Dean in response to his endless attempts to get his attention. 

“Hey, Cas,” he said, clearing his throat. He glanced up at his closed bedroom door before continuing. “I…I know it’s been a while since I’ve prayed. But that’s because you’ve been here. And, well…you’re gone now.”

He frowned, tapping his phone on his knee. Yes, Dean talked to him today – just hours ago, even – but something was wrong. Sam did not seem to notice, but Dean did. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, though not necessarily to Cas. 

“I need you here, man. You help me, you know? More than I’ll ever be able to say.” His eyes darted up to the ceiling and back down to the phone. “I’m over-reacting, huh?…You’re probably just tired.” Dean gave his phone a half-hearted smile, his eyes drooping in exhaustion. He really should try to sleep soon.

12:12 am, his phone read when he tapped the screen. He hesitated for only a second after unlocking it before he decided to call Cas again. Dean’s fingers tightened around his phone as he raised it to his ear. “Come on, buddy. Pick up.” 

His plea was answered by the trilly dial-tone, which rang three times before there was a soft click on the other end. Dean’s breath hitched in anticipation as Cas said, This is my voicemail. Make you – 

He hung up the phone and tossed it away. It bounced off the pillow next to him and onto the bed. Dean rubbed his hands over his face, sighing. “Where are you, Cas?”

so if anyone is wondering how my BNHA manga read-through is going:

I’M FUCKING EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED