no one wants to hear me ramble

Hi (^-^)/ I don’t have much energy left today, but I just wanna say that I love each and every one of you so much ^-^ so I’m here if you want a hug, wanna rant, or maybe just wanna tell me about your day :) I really do love hearing from you guys and I appreciate you so much for being here with me
Okay that’s all I got to say, but I still really hope you have a wonderful day and a really nice tomorrow ^-^ thank you for being here. I love you :)

I’ve been on tumblr in the fanfiction realm (reading and writing) for years now, and these are the things I’ve noticed over the years.


  • If you read it, say something. It doesn’t matter if you drop as an ask or a message, reblog, like or reply in a post. WE DON’T CARE. Say something. It can be insanely detailed to an incoherent rambling such as “fbdhsfbdfabasdhfb.” Most anything will make us smile. There are some days where one of these messages will give us the desire to continue writing. I get it if you don’t want to reblog because it doesn’t fit the “aesthetic” of your blog, or you don’t want to like it because (like me) you have this thing about keeping your likes organized, but  replying to a post leaves literally no evidence on your end and will make the writer smile.
  • Don’t offer advice if they haven’t asked for it. Although it shouldn’t, hearing people say that they would’ve done something differently, or whatever scenario wouldn’t work, or a straight up insult, or whatever it happens to be, will bother us more than it should. If something about a piece is really bothering you, ask the writer if you can offer something constructive - and by constructive, I mean, offer a solution, don’t tell me I suck balls. :) In my case, when this happens, I delete your ask. 
  • This is a BIG ONE, and a very simple one. WE ARE NOT MACHINES. We have lives, and we also like to write. We do so for free and on our own time, so don’t complain if you don’t get an update when you think it should be up. (This isn’t an issue for me thankfully, but I see this a lot with multi-chapter fics. People want what they want when they want it with no regard for the writers feelings.)
  • While many writers, myself included, desire recognition for our work, the majority of us write because we have too many feelings inside us and need to get them out in some way. We write for ourselves and your enjoyment of those pieces is a happy accident, so when you look at a story and think it should’ve gone differently, that’s because you weren’t the one writing it. We wanted it to go a certain way.


“I have… died before, Dean.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” Dean stared back at him. They had gotten back to the bunker in two cars, Mary having diverted to meet with another hunter friend. Castiel’s car remained back where they left it because Dean didn’t want him to drive. It was too soon since he had nearly watched Castiel die right in front of him…  Sam could sense Dean’s unease the minute they made their way to the Impala and Dean tossed Sam the keys, opting instead to sit in the backseat with Cas.

“Dean…” Castiel shifted his weight at the base of the stairs in the war room, looking anywhere but the hunter in front of him. Sam went to return the weapons they had brought on them for the hunt. If Dean was gonna say his piece the last thing he could use was an audience.

“Don’t ‘Dean’ me, Cas!” Dean moved to grab Castiel’s attention, his wall starting to crumble. Cas was gonna die. He was gonna flatline right in front of Dean and there was nothing Dean could’ve done before Crowley snapped the lance. I can’t watch you die, Cas.

Castiel saw Dean’s expression change then, the layers unfurling. This was him breaking down. He took a step forward to help steady Dean’s weight as it shifted, both hands on Dean’s shoulders. 

“… There was black goo coming out of your mouth. It smelled like acid, man.” Dean knew he was rambling, shaking, but right now he really didn’t care. “I’ve been through shit. We’ve been through shit, but the last four hours of my life… were the worst I’ve ever had.” He moved to put one of his hands over Castiel’s on his shoulder, this time looking at Castiel head on. “I’ve made ‘I’m gonna die’ speeches, but never once did I say the one thing that I wanted… that I needed you to know. And just,” his voice broke then. Castiel felt Dean’s hand push against his own, grounding himself. “Hearing you say that part made me realize I never said it to you.”

Castiel said nothing, letting Dean have a moment to collect his thoughts. His body was fine, but his mind would need a few days to recover, he knew. Seeing Dean like this, seeing him so broken by the very idea; it was more than Cas could bare. Slowly, he closed the space between them until they were chest to chest, Dean’s face buried in Castiel’s neck as his other arm came around Castiel’s back.

“I’m alive, Dean,” Castiel spoke slowly against Dean’s hair as the other man’s grip tightened. “We’re alive, and what I said was still true.” 

“I can’t lose you, Cas. I refuse to. You’re family. You’re more than that,” Dean raised his head, his eyes red and his lip quivering. “I need to say it. I need you to know,” Dean swallowed hard.  “I love you, Cas. I can’t lose you.”

Castiel gave him a small smile. These were words he never thought he would hear and had come to terms with that, but the tide was changing. “You won’t lose me. Not ever.”

They didn’t separate for the rest of the night. 

a couple little things that pop up whenever i think about simon and jace and kissing:

  • mostly they kiss with their mouths closed because simon’s highkey nervous of accidentally hurting jace. simon’s characteristically considerate, careful, but it’s so easy to lose himself in jace that it happens, sometimes, and simon always moves away with a worried, “sorry, sorry! are you okay? oh God,” the second jace gasps from somewhere deep in his lungs. even though jace always tries to pull him back with, “no, fuck, get back here,” it takes an embarrassingly long time for simon to catch on to the fact that jace’s gasps are accompanied by his toes curling and his fingernails scratching at simon’s back and jace is into it, the thrill of running his tongue along the edges of simon’s fangs and getting to that trace of venom that always lingers.
  • simon kisses jace’s runes every chance he gets and asks, “and what does this one do?” jace maybe answered truthfully once, the very first time, but now he lies every time because it makes simon’s dimples deepen into a smile when jace says ridiculous things like, “this makes me fly,” and, “this one lets me read your mind.” simon laughs and says, “what am i thinking right now, then?” and jace, of course, quips an awful line like, “obviously how much you want me,” and simon presses his mouth to the rune (it’s actually the one for speed) and says, “nuh-uh, try again with something that isn’t always true.”
  • jace does get this overwhelming need to kiss simon when he’s rambling but it’s not to get him to be quiet - it’s because when simon’s going off about something his eyes are bright and his smile is wide and it hits jace one day that simon talks so much around him because he just wants jace to know what’s going through his mind and when affection overtakes your heart the way it does with jace when he hears simon talk so freely the only thing you can do is kiss them, to abate that pressure in your chest just a little. “are you trying to shut me up?” asks simon, and jace just kisses the frown on his face one more time. “as if i ever could,” he says, shaking his head, “what happened next?” 
Owari no Seraph Chapter 56 TRANSLATED

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Translations by: @panadabro (( Thank you for bearing with me LOL ))

Editing by: @lestkarrkingofeurope (( I’M SORRY FOR MISSING LAST MONTH AAAAAAA ))

(( Okay okay I was really worried I was going to miss this month again bc I was on a three day tour trip on the weekends, BUT HEY NO I’M HERE AND I MADE IT LOLOLOL - also onto more pressing matters, I sincerely hope Kagami doesn’t pull what I think he’s gonna pull with Shinoa and Yuu bc God forbid this fandom was chaotic and toxic enough when the series first started out with the godddamn MikaYuu and YuuNoa ship wars. Don’t start it up again, please, for the sake of all that is holy. ))



Okay but talking about the chapter…again there’s not really much I think of it because I wanna see more of the vampires so…

BUT I honestly love Aoi and Kureto and their relationship /SOBS LOUDLY AT THEM 

Also I want to guess that either Tenri IS the First Progenitor reincarnated over and over OR his weapon is the first progenitor - I DUNNO BOTH CAN BE WRONG BUT I JUST KNOW THAT TENRI HAS /SOMETHING/ TO DO WITH THE FIRST PROGENITOR AND OH BOI AM I READY FOR THIS AAAAAAA

Also off topic sort of, in earlier chapter when Crowley was peering into one of the tanks, and Yuu was asking him if it was someone he knew, most considered that it was the boy back from Crowley’s human years that was always by his side [Jose was it? idk LOL] but like…OKAY JUST HEAR ME OUT! What if…WHAT IF instead of the boy…it was either Horn and Chess? I MEAN OKAY THAT SEEMS MORE FAR-FETCHED THAN THE BOY BUT JUST THINK ABOUT IT?? WE HAVEN’T SEEN THOSE TWO IN A WHILE SO ??? I DUNNO MAN I’M JUST SAYING W H A T I F TH O U GH ???

Alright I think I’ve rambled enough honestly lololol please enjoy reading the chapter and I WANT TO SEE MORE OF LEST KARR PLEASE THANK YOU KAGAMI.

A Slight Wobble

“You’re wrong on this Y/N. He’s definitely still dreaming.”

You sighed again. Four hours on the plane with Spencer and the test of the team, the best part of those four hours arguing with Reid about a sodding film. 

“Spencer, can we not just agree to disagree here. Please?” You’d had enough. 

“No because I’m right. The totem doesn’t wobble. I’ve just watched it ten times. He’s still dreaming.”

“Spencer, it’s meant to be ambiguous. Why do you think it ends right after the slight wobble? To keep us guessing.”

“There is no wobble.”

Geez, he really hated being disagreed with. Normally, you’d have to agree with him because normally he was right. But this was one of your favourite films that he was talking about, a film you’d watched forty seven times. A film you’d spent an alarming amount of time reading up about after you’d first watched it. 

You looked around at the rest of the team who’d been watching you, arguing back and forward. “Guys…Help, please?" 

JJ leant forward in her seat, "Show me the clip.”

Spencer reset the clip, JJ leaning in to get a better view of the laptop screen. She replayed it once more when it had finished. 

“Spence, it wobbles,” she declared, sitting back in her seat. 

He glared at her. “Well you would agree with Y/N wouldn’t you. Girl power and all that.”

JJ raised her eyebrows at Reid. “How many times do I agree with you Spence? You might be a genius but you’re not right all of the time. I agree with Y/N. It’s meant to be ambiguous, and I see the wobble.”

The rest of the team gathered around his screen ready to cast their opinions on the matter. He replayed the clip again. 

“I dunno Y/N, I don’t see it. I’m with the boy wonder here.” Prentiss sat back down, Spencer flashing a grin at her. 

“Sorry kid, I see it. I’m with the pretty lady.” Morgan punched his shoulder lightly, Reid rubbing his arm at the contact. 

Agent Rossi asked for the clip to be played for a third time, before sitting back down in his seat as the plane started it’s descent. 

“Well?” Spencer asked him. 

“I’m thinking about it.”

Fifteen minutes later, he asked to watch it once more, Reid handing the laptop over to him. Rossi studied the screen once more, as the plane touched down. 

“I don’t see it. I think he’s still dreaming.”

You were two for two now and there was no way Spencer was going to let that happen. 

Spencer turned to his supervisor who was sat beside him. “Hotch, what do you think?" 

"No,” The older Agent replied. 

“See, he agrees with me. I’m right,” he smirked at you, gloating. 

“I’m not agreeing with you Dr Reid, I’m saying no to taking part in this discussion. I’m tired and just want to get off the jet and go home. You’ve rambled on about it for the last few hours. Just agree to disagree. If I hear anymore on the matter, I’ll give you a formal warning.”

“You can’t do that, we’re having a discussion about a film not a case.” Spencer’s tone was one of a child that was being told off. 

“I can and I will. You’re having this discussion on the BAU’s time. And Agent Y/N has already asked you to drop the subject once. She may choose to say that you’re harassing her.”

Haha, you liked that. 

Spencer shut his mouth and turned away from his boss. Aaron Hotchner caught your eye giving you a quick smile to let you know he was joking. 

The jet rolled into the hanger coming to a stop a few moments later. You all stood, gathering your belongings and starting to make your way to the exit door. 

Spencer was stood behind you, sulking at being told off. You heard him mutter under his breath. 

“I still say he’s dreaming.”

“Oh for the love of God!” You spun around to face him, putting your hands out on his chest to stop him walking into you. “Did you not hear Hotch? Shut the hell up already! You may a genius, but you are not always right. For once, either let someone else have an opinion or agree to fucking disagree.”

His eyes were watching your mouth as you continued on your rant.

“The director himself has said the ending is up for debate, it’s meant to make the viewers question what they’ve just watched. It’s meant to make you go home and think about it. Some people see the wobble, some people don’t. But until the director or writer confirm it either way, just accept that you are neither ri……. ”

You would have continued but a pair of lips were suddenly on yours. 

The very lips of the man you’d just been yelling at to be precise. 

And they felt nice. Soft. They moved, applying pressure against yours, a hand snaking out around your waist. You started to match them, your lips parting slightly. 

Just when you felt the tip of a moist tongue slip between your lips you heard cheering and clapping. 

“Way to go pretty boy! Didn’t know you had it in ya!”

You pulled away suddenly remembering where you were, your cheeks flushing red. 

Spencer’s own face was flushed as he opened his mouth, closing it again seconds later as he struggled to think of what to say. 

“What the hell Reid?” you chuckled at him, you were shocked but pleasantly surprised. 

“Erm…. I don’t really know what came over me Y/N. Fuck, I’m so sorry.“ He looked sheepish, awkwardly shoving his hands into his pockets. 

The rest of time team started to exit the plane, Morgan and Prentiss looking over their shoulders at you both as they did. 

"If you wanted me to stop yelling, all you had to do was agree with me Spence. You didn’t have to stick your tongue in my mouth.”

“I….. Erm….. I…. Um…… Shit. Please don’t slap me! ” Oh he was so awkward and cute right now, you almost forgave him for the past four hours. 

You started walking up the short aisle to the exit, turning around when you realised he wasn’t following you. 

“Come on Spence. I’ll give you a ride home……Also if that’s how you stop me from getting angry at you, maybe I’ll have to yell at you more often…..just saying.” You grinned at him seeing his eyes light up as he started to follow you. 

“Just next time you do that, maybe wait until we don’t have an audience. Okay.”

“Okay…..Do you….do you wanna yell at me now?”

You burst out laughing at him. “Let’s get away from the team first genius.”

He grinned at you, “Okay.” 

BTS Reaction to What He Loves Most About You


Your kindness.  It was an attribute he immediately saw from you and clung to because may I may was it beautiful.  When you helped a stranger by picking up something they had dropped.  When you smiled as you walked past people because you always thought that a simple smile could help someone’s say, Seokjin’s love for you grew stronger.  There was no evidence in the world that could explain Seokjin’s bright smile other than you, your kindness.  In fact, Seokjin sought to be a better person as well, to match your level of kindness.

It was your wedding when you learned of this knowledge.  It plagued his vow to you.  “Jagiya, your kindness is what makes my amazing life perfect.  I do not seek for you to remain kind every day and I know you may be irritated and snap at me, but none of it matters.  I love you solely, and your smile towards everyone, your gentle hands, and caring nature.  I may ramble on about you for hours, but I will cut it here, because it is hard to describe love in words besides painful and magical and worth it because if this is the end game, then I have years of happiness to ensue.


Your passion was a driving factor in your life.  His passion was one in his.  It may have been difficult when the other wanted attention, but it was all worth it.  He loved hearing you speak about your passions.  How excited you’d get.  You would start to talk faster and stumble over your words, but your smile never left your face and his never did either.  Hearing you ramble on about things you loved was something he could do all day and something he definitely looked to when he was stuck on song lyrics or having a bad day.

It was all written down in a song.  One that very member had hear, one that his parents, brother, and manager had listened to.  Now, it was you turn.  He took you into his studio, a place you had been into many times and sat you down in the small chair he bought when your visits became frequent.  “Uh, just listen okay?”  You nodded as he handed you his bulky, expensive headphones.  You slipped them on and gave Yoongi a thumbs up when you were ready.  Within seconds, a best began playing that captivated you fully.  It reminded you of all the songs you loved combined into one.  Once done, you had a new understanding of Yoongi’s love for you.


Your smile, or more simply your happiness.  Seeing you smile over anything, animals, a joke, a kind action, made him happy.  Your glowing smile radiated over everything else and to Hoseok, was a gift to nature.  Hoseok would always be cracking jokes and giving you little gifts in order to see your bright grin and hear infectious laugh.  The way your eyes got smaller and cute wrinkles would appear was something Hoseok loved.  He could stare at your smile all day, every day, and he has.  Photos cluttered his gallery of you smiling.

Hoseok woke up to the buzzing of his phone in his hand.  He had fallen asleep the night previous in his hotel room with him phone, texting you.  When he woke up,  the time read noon and he looked up to see Taehyung and Jimin getting ready.  He unlocked his phone to see a text from you.   It was a selfie of you smiling with a cute shirt on that had your favorite anime on it.  Your caption read “Woke up to a shipped gift from my boyfriend who is in Japan, how lucky~ <3”  Your grin was so large and made Hoseok smile back.  Totally worth it.


There was no personality trait that Namjoon loved most about you.  However, Namjoon loved greatly how easily he could talk to you.  From the moment he met you, conversations came easily.  He knew that he could talk to you for hours and about everything, anything, and nothing.  Hearing you voice in real life was the best, it was warm and comforting.  Hearing your voice over the phone couldn’t hold a candle to the beauty of your voice in real life, but it was still wonderful and sufficed for when he couldn’t go see you.  Overall, Namjoon loved talking to you and hearing your voice.

It was late at night when Namjoon finally got back from his studio.  When he walked into your home, he could hear you in the kitchen.  He walked into the kitchen and hugged you from behind.  “Welcome home, sweetie” You spoke.  Namjoon hummed a response.  “I’m making us hot chocolate.”  Namjoon kissed your cheek, tiredness evident.  When done, the both of you made your way to the couch and cuddled under the blanket that was already there.  You moved to turn on a movie, but Namjoon stopped you.  ‘Let’s just talk, okay?”  He asked and you obliged, gladly talking him to sleep.


Jimin loves how you make him feel better about himself.  It seems almost like magic how you can encourage him so greatly.  Your words of kindness and encouragement are amazing and always want make him work harder and makes him feel better.  Jimin has hidden insecurities, but he feels so accepted by you, looks now meaning nothing because you didn’t care about them.  Jimin’s height, muscles, and large cheeks meant nothing because you didn’t care about them.  Jimin knew that he could always come to you if he was ever feeling bad because you were always there for him.

It was late at night already when Jimin told you he would be spending the night in the dance studio and when you asked him why he responded with “Because I need to get better.”  Quickly, you packed up snacks and healthy food.  You grabbed blankets and anything else before making your way to the dance studio.  There you were met with Jimin doing crunches and sweating incredibly.  You pulled him into a wet hug and told him, “You’re already perfect, but if you insist on staying here, I will be with you to make you eat and sleep well.”  You then sat there and talked with him about why he felt the need to be better.


Taehyung loved your warmth.  Your personality, looks, and actual temperature was always warm and comforting and Taehyung loved it so much.  He loved knowing that you would be there when he got home.  He loved knowing that he would be able to cuddle up to you after the long day.  It felt wonderful to have a caring person next to him, someone who was there for him, his number one fan.  No blankets, hot chocolate or fire places could beat you in his arms, there for him.  It was a pro when it came to your relationship that Taehyung could no longer do without.

It was when he came home from a long night that he realized how goddamn much he wanted to see you.  And yet, the house was quiet and all the lights were off and he knew that you must have already gone to bed.  Taehyung made his way to your shared bedroom, shedding his jacket and bag.  He quietly opened the door to see you resting.  He put his things to the side and changed into something less smelly.  He crawled into bed and immediately smiled.  You were so warm and he fell asleep within minutes, fully aware that you meant the world to him.  


Your humor.  Jungkook is the type of person to push himself in every way.  However, it is your humor and laugh that brings him back down to Earth.  It is you who helps him to know that you need to have fun every now and then or else you will tear yourself down.  He knows full well that you were the person who keeps him grounded so when you joke around it reminds him of how much you help him.  You seem to have everything figured out and your humor is the thing about you that makes Jungkook think so clearly that you are perfect in every way and much too good for him.

Jungkook had a concert today.  A big concert.  And he was beating himself up about doing well.  He was running through the performance in his head over and over.  He refrained from speaking to save his voice, but still went of the lyrics in his head to make sure he wouldn’t mess up.  And yet, you were sending him memes.  Stupid memes that he shouldn’t be laughing or looking at, but he was.   You were distracting him.  He should turn off his phone.  But he didn’t.  And he did great at the two songs they performed for the world.  And he knew full well that it was because you distracted him from his nerves.  And he knew that he was thankful.

The What Ifs

Description:  You would be able to handle the relationship between Namjoon and your best friend if it weren’t for all those damned “what ifs”

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x OC

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2,149

A/N: This was just supposed to be a quick drabble created because I was deep in some angsty readings but instead it kind of grew…?  Anyways, there’s not really a point to it, I suppose.

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Do Not Touch

Characters: Castiel, reader, Dean, Sam, Naomi

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Warnings: angst, blood, violence

Word count: 2181

Summary: the Angels kidnap you as an attempt to lure out Castiel so they can recruit him to work for heaven again.

“Stop!” You screamed as Naomi pulled your broken body through the warehouse. She had captured you as an attempt to lure out Castiel and the Winchesters, and she and the other angels didn’t hold back on hurting you.

“Stay still, Y/N!” She commanded, “stop struggling.”

You continued to walk with her into a room with a lighting fixture creaking in the ceiling above you as she forced you into a seat and tied you to it. Your wrists were bound together as were your ankles and your body was tied tightly to the chair.

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What Are The Odds? - Part 4 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,308

Summary: Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“I didn’t realize you felt that way. I mean…I knew you liked me because I’m awesome but…” You ramble on.

“I know. I kept it to myself.” Dean chuckles making you blush.  

“Weird how things turn out.” You say quietly.

Dean nods his head and watches you sitting at his kitchen table.

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Fading Away

pairing- SamxDeanxSister!reader (mostly Dean) 

warning- very slight langue, hospitals, mentions of surgery  

word count- 3100 

summary- The youngest Winchester finds herself in organ failure an d Dean is willing to do anything to save her

A/N- this is told from Deans POV, and flashbacks are in Italics, this is sad but it gets fluffy  

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“Sammy, i don’t know what to do anymore man. They said she’s not getting any better.” I couldn’t even bare to look at her body in the hospital bed anymore. The first time we came she seemed to fit so nicely in it, that was when we thought this was all just the flu. She didn’t even want us to bring her, because she hates hospitals. I didn’t really think she needed to come either she’s a tough kid, I mean she’s a Winchester for god sakes she can beat anything. It was Sam’s idea to take her in, now i thank god we did if we hadn’t  she’d have probably died before we made two states over, or at least that’s what the doctors said. I remembered the first time we were here like it was yesterday, when in reality it was months ago.


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“Fake it till you make it.” A Barry Allen imagine (Part 1?)

You hated family events. It was the same thing every single time, the same relatives that asked the same questions and still argued about the same thing while that one family member ask to put aside their differences just for awhile.

You loathed family events. That one relative who always asked if you were seeing anyone, if you had a boyfriend yet. To which you mother always slided in a snide comment about how the clock was ticking. You wanted to tell her off but knew you couldn’t.

This family event was no different.

“Dear old (Y/n) working in the big Central City now! How’s that coming along huh?!”
“Must be good, she never calls.” You mother said causing you to give a tight lipped smile as your relative laughed obnoxiously.

“It’s very good Auntie.” You said as you got another bread roll.

“Got a boyfriend yet sweetheart?” You other Aunt ask. You mentally groaned looking at your mom. Before you even knew what you were saying it was already coming out of your mouth.

“Actually I do.” The activities around the table ceased, even your little cousins who always were fighting stopped. You mother staring at you with wide eyes as you gulped.

“Oh really?” You mom cocked an eyebrow. “What’s his name?”

“B-Barry Allen.” You whispered as everyone quietly resumed their eating watching you and your mother.

“Have I ever met this ‘Barry Allen’?” Your mother asked suspiciously.  You swallowed as you took a sip of your drink before shaking your head.

“He lives in Central City.”

“I’m sure he does.” Your mom scoffed as people kept quiet. Knowing better than to interfere with the soon to be brawl between you and ‘mommy dearest’. Your mom sipped her wine.

“I’ll just have to have you both over for dinner so we can meet this ‘Barry Allen’.” She eyed you suspiciously as you gave her an overly sweet smile.

“Can’t wait.”

The drive back home to central city was filled with you thinking over your options. You were very close to Barry and might even say you had a crush on him. Your phone went off causing you to groan. You were going to need tylenol tonight. You pulled into the garage of your apartment building as you picked up the phone. Barry’s name flashed across the screen as your heart swelled. Taking a deep breath you picked it up.

“Hey Bar.”
“Hey (Y/n)! How was that family thing?!” You responded with a long groan causing him to laugh at you. He knew how…overbearing your mother was.

“Same questions again huh (Y/n/n)?” You walked into your apartment building as you brushed your hair from your face.

“Your hair looks good by the way.” You stopped walking. Looking around you saw the tall lanky man as he giggled at your horrified face.

“You’re the biggest dork ever.” You hit his chest as you both went to the elevator. You heart raced as you remembered what you said earlier.

“Barry I need to talk to you.” You bit your lip. His eyes widened.

“You’re pregnant.” He said dramatically.
“WHAT?! No!” You laughed as you blushed.

“So tonight at dinner…you know they asked me the usual like how the city is, you know…”

“The good juicy stuff.”

“Yeah, the good juicy stuff…well…you see….they of course asked me if I had a boyfriend yet and I didn’t want to hear my mom’s snide remarks and without even thinking I said yes….”

“But you don’t have a boyfriend…” He was confused as you had to sigh.

“I know…b-but I kinda said…y-you were my boyfriend and my mom said she wants to have dinner with us and I know I shouldn’t have said anything.” You rambled as Barry’s eyes widened. Barry had a crush on you, he just had a gut feeling that those feelings weren’t returned.

“Wait wait wait…you said I was your boyfriend?!”
“I’m so sorry Barry but please if you were my friend you’d just go to this one dinner with me and then we’d ‘break up’. I’m just so sick of hearing my mom-”

“I’ll do it.”
“You what…” You were shocked at how nonchalant he was about the situation. But it grew into excitement.

“Of course-oh my god!” He gasped as you lurched forward to hug him.

“Thank you so much Barry!” Barry grinned as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Okay so when I get more details I’ll tell you okay?!” You smiled as he nodded.

“Want to come in? I have Chinese food…” Barry nodded before coming it.

This was going to be interesting.

Her hidden talent

a/n: This is a little nonsense I came up with, hope you’ll enjoy it! Reference to smut and a little teasing. Feedback is appreciated!

word count: 1806

I was still in my pyjamas, sitting on our bed with my guitar Shawn bought me for my birthday last year and a notebook that looked all creased and beaten. The page where it was open was full of scribbles, crossed-out lines and new ones written above them.

‘What if after G I play a D and then an Em.’ - I mumbled to myself as I was trying to figure out the chord progression. I placed my hand on the fret and played the chords while humming the lyrics. ‘Yeah, that sounds about right.’ - I took my pencil and wrote the chords above the words.

‘Okay, let’s see from the beginning.’ I started playing again but heard the front door open and close.

‘Honey, I’m back! - Shawn’s voice came from downstairs.

I panicked and tossed the notebook under the blanket and put the guitar back on its stand like I didn’t even touch it. I exited the bedroom and walked downstairs quickly. We met halfway on the stairs. I hugged him without really thinking about it, and he had to drop his gym bag to be able to catch me.

‘I’m really sweaty!’ - he chuckled as I buried my face in his chest.

‘And smelly.’ - I grimaced as the strong scent of the gym filled my nostrils. I lifted my head to plant a kiss on his lips and because I was standing higher on the stairs than him I didn’t even have to go on tiptoe to do that. ‘But I still love you, even when you’re sweaty and smelly.’ I smiled at him.

‘Lucky me.’ he pulled me in for another kiss. ‘I go take a shower and then I’m yours all day.

‘Really? I thought you have a meeting with Andrew.’

‘No. It got pushed to tomorrow. I’m all yours for today.’

‘Sweet. And what do you wanna do? We could go out and have brunch or stay in all day. Whatever you want.’

‘I think we should stay in, watch Netflix and chill.’ - his hands travelled down from my waist to my arse and gave it a firm squeeze.

I giggled to his suggestion and kissed him again but with more passion this time showing him how much I like his idea.

‘Go and take that shower then. Be quick. - I whispered pulling away from him, stepping out of the way.

He walked upstairs with a cheeky grin all over his face and I watched him disappear into the foyer admiring his perfect body. I grabbed his gym bag and walked downstairs to the laundry room to put away his training gear. After I finished I decided to watch some TV until Shawn was ready with his shower.

I watched an entire episode of The Big Bang Theory when I started wondering where the hell he was. I didn’t hear water running anymore so I went to search for him. I walked upstairs and into our bedroom where I found him sitting on the bed, only wearing a boxer and reading a notebook. MY notebook. Shit.

‘Hey, that’s mine!’ I said with panic in my voice and tried to grab the notebook to get it back. He reacted quickly and hold out his arm so I couldn’t reach the book. I stepped closer to him still aiming to reach the book but he grabbed my waist with his free hand and pulled me to his lap. Now I was kneeling on the bed straddle style in Shawn’s lap but still couldn’t reach the book.

‘Shawn, give it back! It’s mine!’ but he was just laughing at me, still holding the notebook out of my reach.’ It’s not funny! Give it back! I’m serious!’ I tried to free myself from his grip but he was too strong. I changed tactics and stopped wrestling in his lap, pouting at him. ‘Please, would you give it back to me?’

‘Not until you explain what this is.’ he said, a cocky smile spread on his beautiful face.

‘Nothing.’ I replied with annoyance.

‘Really? Because to me, it seems like song lyrics.’

‘You weren’t supposed to see that. It’s not for you. Please, give it back.’ I tried again, but I knew he won’t let it go.

‘Did you start writing songs?’

I didn’t answer, instead, I pressed my lips to his, hoped it would surprise him enough to let go of the notebook. Taking advantage of the fact that he was wearing only boxers I tried to distract him enough he would forget about that stupid notebook I didn’t hide properly. I deepened the kiss, wrapping my hands around his neck, grinding on the soft fabric of his underwear. He didn’t protest and even pulled me closer by wrapping his hands around my waist. My hands travelled down his well-trained arms and I was inches away from the book he was still holding in his hand when he broke the kiss and pulled away from me.

‘Good try! But I’m not gonna let this go that easily.’ he said with a husky voice.

I moved my hips against his erection as a final try, but he tossed the notebook to the other side of the bed, grabbed my waist and lifted me off his lap, putting me down on the bed next to him.

‘Spill the beans, y/l/n! Did you start writing songs?’ - he used my last name, which meant I won’t get out of this without giving him an explanation.

I leant back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling before I finally gave in.

‘Maybe.’ - I said letting out a sign.

‘When?’ he asked, laying down next to me.

‘After you went away for tour.’ I felt my cheeks burning up. It was supposed to be my secret. No one should have found out. Especially not Shawn.

‘Why?’ came his next question and it felt like I’m at an interrogation.

‘I don’t know.’ I lied, finally looking at him desperately wanting him to drop the subject.

He rolled to his side, reaching out to brush away a lock of hair from my face with his fingers.

‘Tell me, please.’ He pleaded.

Maybe it was because of the way he said please, the words started pouring out of me.

‘I was feeling so alone after your tour started. I was here all by myself, we just moved in here, everything was new and it didn’t feel like home yet. Without you, I felt miserable in this big house. I tried to distract myself, working harder, staying at the office later than usual, going out with my friends more or asking them over for a girls night in, visiting my family more often so I wouldn’t have to be alone. I did everything to avoid being here alone. But I not always had a choice. One night it was this huge storm. It was pouring rain, crazy wind, thunder, lightning, everything you can imagine. And I was so scared. I didn’t know why. Usually, a storm doesn’t bother me. But I guess because I was alone in a new house that didn’t feel like home yet, I just didn’t feel safe enough either.’

‘Why didn’t you call me? We could have facetimed. It’s not the same, I know, but maybe it would have helped.’ he interrupted me, his voice filled with worry and guilt.

‘And admit that a stupid storm scared the living shit out of me? You know me better than that! My proud would never let me do that! Anyway, the storm was on full blast, I couldn’t go back to sleep so I grabbed my guitar and started playing the songs you taught me. It felt like you were there with me. It distracted me from the storm, from how alone I felt. After that night I played every day. It was the best distraction. I learnt new songs, watched a bunch of tutorials on Youtube. It helped pass the time and slowly I felt better and better. One day I started humming this melody. It got stuck in my head so I wrote it down. A few hours later I had a song. With lyrics and everything. It felt amazing. So I kept writing and playing. I thought it will end when you’re finally back home. But tour ended a month ago, you’re here, everything is back to normal, but I’m still coming up with new stuff.’ Now a big smile was playing on my lips I couldn’t explain. I didn’t mind that Shawn found out about my little secret. I was happy about it actually.

He reached out above my head to seize the notebook again, and this time I let him. For a few minutes, none of us said anything, I was watching him study the songs I wrote.

‘I’m sorry I left you alone here like that.’ he glanced up from the book, sounded sad.

‘Don’t. It’s not your fault. And you couldn’t have done anything. You were on tour. I’m fine now.’ I kissed him softly to reassure him that everything was okay. ‘You’re here now.’

‘But I still feel like a let you down…’

‘Shawn, stop! You didn’t! It was a tough year, but I swear I’m okay. Really! Believe me!’ I wrapped myself around him, resting my head on his chest. I wanted to be as close to him as I possibly can.

‘I believe you!’ he kissed my forehead. ‘You know, some of this stuff in here are actually really good!’ he waved the book in front of me.

‘You really think so?’ I looked up at him in surprise.

‘Absolutely! We should record them and release them! People should hear it!’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not a musician. I’m sure no one would like my songs!’

‘I’m not kidding! You are talented! I know you can sing too! Seriously we should record these songs, put out and EP and launch your music career! I’ll talk to Andrew about it tomorrow.’ he was not kidding and it shocked me. I don’t want to start a music career. This is absurd.

‘You’re crazy!’ I said in complete disbelief.

‘I am not! I always knew you’re good! You should really do something with it!’ he started rambling about label contract, singing lessons, studio sessions and a bunch of other stuff I couldn’t keep up with. He got so excited about this whole thing I just didn’t know what to do, so I did the first thing that came to my mind to shut him up. I kissed him.

‘Right now I just want you to kiss me everywhere and make love to me. Please, drop this nonsense!’

I kissed him again, he rolled us over so he ended up being on top and we didn’t talk about my imaginary music career for a long time after that.


guys I’m so sorry I’m a lame scrub and it’s taken me so long to get this up. I also am not very proud of it and it isn’t really the way I wanted this to end but I ran out of ideas so… love you guys tho thank you so much for the support.

Warnings: SMUT

I couldn’t thank Calum enough for being there for me. It meant a lot and I never would have found out about the feelings Luke had otherwise.

I had all of the dinner with my parents to decide what I would do with the information. By the end of the dinner I had build up the nerve to go talk to him.

I went into the bathroom of the expensive restaurant my parents took me too. Making sure most of my makeup was rubbed off and not lining my eyes.

If I wanted to stay confident I had to do this now. I say goodbye to my parents and make my way to Luke’s. I have no idea if he is home but I was willing to wait.

When I arrive at his apartments, sitting in my car for minutes trying to regain the amount of faith I had at the restaurant.

My hands are shaking once I finally get out of the car. The sun is setting, a chill washes over my body as goosebumps settle over my bare legs.

His door is unlocked when I twist the knob, walking into a warm living room.

I step deeper into the house,he standing in the kitchen.

“Hey what? Too good to reply to my texts.” Luke says when he sees me.

I watch his eyes travel down my body, his eyes make my skin burn.

“I was busy.” I say, the slightest tone of annoyance laced my words.

His eyebrows etch together in confusion before remembering.

“Oh shit!” He curses. “Oh shit!” He says louder, running his hands roughly through his hair.

His eyes close and when they open his eyes are an icy blue generating all sorts of emotions.

“Your art reveal. Oh my gosh I can’t believe I forgot.” He groans to himself.

I shake my head, that’s the last thing on my mind anymore. I want to know do what calum said was really true.

Have all the feelings I’ve felt for Luke been regenerated by him. Does he wish I was more than a friend?

“Luke, it’s okay. Really.” I say. I step forward, placing a hand in the cool granite of the counter.

“No. It’s not, I’m such a shitty person. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He mutters over and over again.

I reach and touch his arm with my other hand. He finally goes quiet from his rambling and just looks at me.

His eyes moving once again down my body before settling on my face.

I look up at him, smiling at his guilt and how content he is after my touch.

“Luke.” I take a step closer to him.

I can hear his breathing accelerate as my lips part. I want to ask him how his dinner was and if she was still here.

My brain seems to not be able to form any thoughts but the one about the proximity of how close Luke is to me and the words calum said.

I have no idea what to say.

“In broke up with Arzaylea tonight. I just wants to tell you that because I haven’t been completely honest with you. She was taking away from time with my friend and well you and I-” He starts his obsessive rambling.

One of the only things I actually heard him say is that he broke up with Arzaylea. He broke up with her!

Overwhelmed with all the emotions tonight I just wanted to feel something that is real. I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to me. His lips meet mine in such a delicate way.

Such a different feeling from anything I’ve ever experienced but I know it’s real.

He kisses me back, his hand moving up to rest on my hip. My hand slides from the back of his neck into his blond curls.

His pink lips mold to mine, his soft tongue requesting entrance in my mouth. For once things were actually working out between us and nothing has ever felt so good.

When we finally pull away the room is filled with silence. The kind that makes you wonder what the other person is thinking.

His eyes continue to burn into me. I want tell him so many things but talking will simply ruin the moment.

Instead I show him my affection by reaching my hand up and stroking his face. His leans into my hand, his eye fluttering closed.

Electricity shoots through my body. Excitement and relief flood my body. I can’t believe Luke and I didn’t talk sooner. We felt the same way the whole time and fear is what stopped us from ever realizing it.

“I’m so sorry.” He apologizes again.

“Luke really, I told you it’s okay.” I say.

He opens his eyes, the blueness of them never ceases to amaze me.

“No. For everything, for not speaking up about how I feel sooner. For staying with Arzaylea for so long. I just didn’t know how to handle it. I was so scared that it would ruin our friendship if I said anything. So I think I was just distracting myself with Arzaylea because don’t know what I would do without you.” Luke says.

I smile, my cheeks heating. “I don’t know what I would do without you either.”

My brain is filled with thoughts of Luke and I as children. We giggled as we innocently shared our first kiss in the trees house we practically lived in.

I always found myself wanted to go back to the time but now that Luke and I have finally come clean I’m happy to be living in the moment.
‘Come and find me.’ I text Luke.

It’s been a couple weeks since my art show. So far it’s gotten really good reviews and it’s even been featured in Sydney’s newspapers.

Because of the publicity I’ve been contacted by other artists who want to see more of my work and asked to teach an art class.

We are at my parents for a dinner party. With all the family and friends over Luke and I have barely been able to talk to each other.

I giggle when I see his response.

‘Easy. I always win this game:)’

It’s true, even as kids no matter how good I thought my hiding spot was Luke always found me almost right away.

From outside I can hear my back for open. Feet crunch the fallen leaves and soon enough the door to the tree house swings open.

“Told you.” He grins.

He stocks oven to me, bending down so he doesn’t hit his head. This treehouse was built for us as kids and isn’t quite tall enough to support the 6 foot boy has become.

My face gets red as he sits next to me. He leans over, kissing me.

No matter how many times that’s happened in the past couple weeks I can’t get myself to get use to it. My whole body reacts to him, my mind fuzzy.

I lay back and he comes with me, laying between my legs. He already knows the things that drive me crazy for him.

His hips hesitantly drive forward making me moan involuntarily.

He plays with my tongue, biting my lip as he pulls away.

His eyes glance down at my body, my shirt curving along my breasts. Luke looks up at me with his wild cobalt as asking for permission.

I nod eagerly, I’ve been craving his touch. His long fingers tugging my shirt down to reveal my braless chest.

I hear him suck in a quick breath as he takes in my body.

The cold air bites at my nipple, making it harden. My skin feels hot against his. He dips his head down again, his lips connecting with my neck leaving wet kisses.

I can feel his hand slide down my body, I shudder when he brushes over the front of my pants.

I spread my legs a little wider, giving him consent. He struggles to unzip my pants with one hand as the other one cups my bare chest.

I help him, sliding my pants to my ankles.

We use to play in this tree house as kids. Now we are all grown up doing more… adult things.

All the memories I have in this tree house, this will be one I’m happy to keep.

His fingers rub circles on my clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves sending shock waves through my body.

My hand grips his upper arms roughly, I moan into his mouth.

His long blond hair tickles my forehead. His swollen lips attacking mine gently.

He moves to my neck, leaving marks.

I scold him, saying my parents could see. His lip moves to my ear, biting the lobe.

I moan his name, trying to clamp my legs together as I come close. His skilled hands still touching me.

“I love you.” He whispers his confession into my ear.

That along with other factors make me come undone.

All the while he whispers sweet words into my ear like the way we use to tell secrets as kids.

I don’t know if he meant as more than friends but when I said it back it felt right both ways.

a/n: so that is all the parts I was planning on doing for this story. If I think of anything else or if you guys REALLY want me to I MIGHT update again but idk. Again, love you.


Okay so I went on a Scavenger Hunt™ for Anti stuff. Here we go.

•1 Five Nights At Freddy’s: Sister Location episode 1. The first time we see Anti. Almost everyone knows this already, but I thought I’d start from the beginning. He appears a few times (I don’t have the exact times, but if you’d like to find them go ahead and add them!) throughout the video. The secret message in the description of this video is above. “You waited a long time Now I wake”

•2 FNAF: Sister Location ep 2. “Follow the signs Release me” Now what does this mean? I mean obviously these little hints are here for a reason, which leads to the release of Anti. We’ll get to that later.

•3,4,&5 FNAF: Sister Location ep 3. BUCKLE UP OKAY. SO! I never noticed this before, like I just now saw this, he says “I see you understand me, keep watching” and there’s a link. The link takes you to a video (5) with the description “Very good you may be worthy” (4). The video is all black and it has creepy sounds in the back. It legitimately gave me the shivers. Clever, clever boy. ALSO in episode 3 it’s like legitimately 2 seconds in when Anti shows up. As soon as he top of the mornin whip cracks, Anti pops up.

•6 FNAF: Sister Location ep 4. As the Sister Location series comes to a close, the Anti vibes still continue to grow. He’s also in this video. The description reads “Its almost time I grow stronger” he’s ready to show himself.

•7 The Big Reveal™. It’s Halloween so Jack is carving a pumpkin, but throughout the video Anti is showing up. Eventually, towards the end of the video (I forget the exact time) Anti shows up and he kills Jack. This is when Anti speaks for the first/longest time. We get an earful from this maniac, which the community just ate up. FINALLY he comes! The description reads “You wanted me well here I am”. The day after this Jack posts a vlog saying Anti won’t be coming back, but boy was he wrong.

•8 Detention. So Detention was a very good game for what we had seen of it at the time. The first episode was creepy, but didn’t actually have any Anti appearances. Which, it is February at this time so that would make sense. We weren’t really expecting it. Then Detention ep 2 has this little message in the description “Fogotten or just too afraid to remember?” I remember when Anti popped up for like a split second and I sat for at least 5 minutes going back and trying to screenshot every tiny part to get everything Anti was doing. Ahh, good times.

•9 Detention ep 3. Episode 3 was a doosey. The episode itself was really good and creepy, but also I mean Anti. What did you expect, that’s what this whole post is about. Description says “Broken spirit let me out”

•10 Detention ep 4. The end of Detention had many Anti appearances. I think there was like 3-5 (again, not sure.) The description in this video said “Betrayal, neglect, mistake” which is basically us forgetting about him. Or, at least that’s what I think. The thumbnails for this series had hella Anti vibes, which was awesome. I love the thumbnail for this episode.

•I don’t have any more pictures (I realized while writing this I didn’t check some videos so PLEASE add what I missed onto this!) but we don’t see Anti for a little bit after this. I believe we don’t see him again until PAX takeover. Well, there’s hints and things like on social media (Instagram) but we don’t get an ACTUAL appearance until PAX (I think.)

•PAX Takeover. I cleared my whole day so I could watch that heckin livestream because I couldn’t go to PAX. So I was sitting and waiting for it to start and when it did my computer was being dumb so I went to use my phone. As soon as Jack said “We’re gonna record a little message.” And Anti popped up MY PHONE CRASHED so I was screaming because Anti and my phone. Then I found the video (I STILL get giddy watching the video) and I got chills when Anti said “I’ve always been here…Always watching”. He also said “You found someone new, threw me aside.” Which I, and some others, thought this was an indirect at Dark because Dark had just had his reappearance on A Date With Markiplier. Jack later confirmed Anti was talking about Sean not Dark.

•Most recent Anti appearance. So a few days ago Epidemic episode 1 had a split second where Anti glitched in. Whether this was just a way to make the video feel better or some insight (I can’t think of the right word) into another return is unknown. Maybe he will come back, maybe it was just a tease. Who knows?

•Anti Lore™. Jack has been dropping some SICK Anti lore during livestreams and stuff. It’s been pretty great. Here recently he’s been re-blogging stuff about Anti A LOT. Does he have something planned? Probably not, but you bet your buttons I’m gonna theorize about it!

So that was my Anti Scavenger Hunt. It’s been a blast! I would’ve gone more in-depth, but this was a nice time. Maybe next time I do one of these I’ll work a bit harder. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE if I missed something or was wrong about something add on to the post. I want to hear thoughts about this. Send stuff to my ask box too because I want to talk about it. Anyways, sorry for the long rambly post! Enjoy!

An Actual Angel
I was listening to Sign of the Times while I wrote this so idk what to tell yaA story where Harry first plays you the song and things escalate from there if ya know what I mean ;)

“I’m sorry, pet, I’m just so tired.” Harry mumbled as he stood from the couch you were both sitting at. You frowned slightly, and stood to wrap your arms around him from behind. You pressed your cheek into his back.

“Don’t be sorry, I just hate to see you so worn out”, you spoke into his back and took a step back to allow him to spin and face you. His eyes looked deep into yours, and his hands rested on your hips. He slowly leaned in to press a gentle kiss on the top of your head. The kiss lasted for a couple moments; you could feel his soft breath against your scalp as his lips stayed pressed there.

“Do you want to hear the song?” He breathed out against your head and you froze in your spot. He had never offered to let you hear one of his newly recorded songs. Maybe he just finished and perfected the one he wanted you to listen to today?

You stepped back to look him in the eye and search his facial expression. His brows were furrowed and his bottom lip was brought under his top teeth as he genuinely looked at you.

“Oh, Harry” you sighed and moved in to hug him again. “Of course I want to hear it!”

“Are ya sure? I mean, I like it and all but I don’t know if-“ he began to ramble, a nervous habit of his, before you interrupted, “Harry. I would absolutely love to hear your song now play it for me you bumbling idiot.” He grinned, the look of worry began to disappear from his face.

“Okay, okay, don’t bully me” He laughed and leaned down to pull his laptop from his bag next to the couch.

You squirmed in excitement. Obviously you had heard Harry sing before, and you could only imagine how a studio recording of a song of his own writing could sound. As he searched through his laptop to find the audio, you were lost in your thoughts. You watched him scroll through files and you reached out to run your nails gently down his back. It seemed like your fingers always ached to be touching him.

He turned to face you, a nervous smile on his face. His green eyes were lit up with a sort of hidden excitement, and you couldn’t help but to return the smile. “You ready?” He asked, hand hovering over the touchpad of his laptop on a file entitled ‘Sign of the Times’. You nodded enthusiastically in response, and his finger tapped the touchpad to play the song.

For the next couple minutes, time seemed to move in slow motion. Although you didn’t know exactly what to expect from his song, the sound surprised you. An almost spacey rock anthem began to play through the speakers, and you gazed off into the distance as you listened. As you looked, you could feel his eyes on your face, but you were too physically moved by the song to return the eye contact. His flawless vocals practically made you shiver as the song continued.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until his calloused thumb brushed gently against your cheek to wipe the tear. After he wiped that tear, you were quick to run the length of your index finger underneath your eyes to remove the wetness and hopefully prevent your mascara from running all down your face.

“Do you like it?” Harry asked, his voice soft, before the song was over. In response, you smiled at him and put your fingers over your lips and shushed him in order to listen to the rest of the song.

The ending resolve, his high notes in particular, gave you goosebumps. And as the song came to a close, your tears return again, and were even larger. You were forced once again to wipe under your eyes, and once you finished you finally returned Harry’s stare. Although you had wet eyes, you smiled at him and nodded wildly.

“So you liked it?” he murmured beautifully, his voice was low and his gaze was strong.

“I can’t believe you wrote that! I feel like I just listened to an actual angel.” You giggled, only half-joking. The song had completely exceeded your expectations. “I absolutely loved it. You’re absolutely amazing and I love you so much, oh my God.”

Any hint of hesitation or nervousness was completely gone from Harry’s face, and in its place was the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on him. His eyes were slightly squinted due to the intensity of the smile, and it was contagious. He leaned in, his hands pressing around the back of your neck and his thumbs rubbing both of your cheeks.

“I’m so glad you like it, pet” he spoke and immediately leaned in to press a kiss against your lips. His soft lips moved against yours passionately, not exactly rough, but not exactly soft either. Instead, you could feel the palpable love between the two of you. It wasn’t exactly surprising, the love you had from him was so strong you weren’t even sure it was even possible. His tongue pressed your lips open slightly and the kiss deepened. Your fingers moved to tangle themselves in his hair, and after a slight tug a groan escaped his lips. When he pulled back, he was breathless.

As he spoke his hands were still pressed against your neck. “I love you so much” he breathed out heavily. There weren’t enough words in the English language to fully elaborate on all of the love you had for him in that moment. His eyes were lit up with love and lust and pride and all you could think about was how absolutely and genuinely perfect he was.

You didn’t respond immediately, and instead moved to press your lips gently against his neck. You licked a small stripe and gently sucked on the spot on his neck. His breathing sped up considerably.

“I love you more than I can even tell you” you gently mumbled into his neck, not wanted to move from the heat he was radiating.

Since you weren’t going to move, he had to physically grip your shoulders to pull you back. His eyes met yours.

The lust in his gaze was evident. “If you can’t tell me, then show me”, he whispered huskily. You gulped before standing up slowly and gripping his hand to lead you both to the bedroom.

He deserved to feel exactly how he made you feel by playing his song for you. Once the door to the bedroom was closed behind you, you spun and pushed his shoulders to allow him to fall back onto the bed behind him. His eyes widened, and he looked you up and down in an approving manner.

Harry was almost always the dominant one in the bedroom, so standing here, above him, was quite the bizarre feeling. However, seeing him below you on the bed was a hefty feeling, and you attempted to swallow any nervousness.

“Baby girl…” he trailed off as you began to crawl up his body until you were straddling his hips and your hands were pressed against his chest. Denying the deep urge within you to kiss him, you instead pulled his tee shirt up off of his chest. The skin of his torso was slightly tanned. Your hands made their way to trace the outlines of the ink across his skin, and your lips were soon to follow. He tasted so distinctly like Harry, and you couldn’t get enough. You dragged your tongue across his chest and onto his collarbone to place a soft bite there. Underneath you, Harry had started to breathe a little heavier, and the bite you gave him made him jump with a small groan. You smiled into his chest and moved to run your lips across his neck now, licking and sucking as you moved across.

Without warning, his large hands gripped you tightly and flipped the two of you so that you were now underneath him. You could tell it was the dominant side of him wanting to take control of the situation, but tonight was going to be about him, not you.

Groaning in feigned annoyance, you sighed “Harry, why would you do that? I was trying something different!”

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your nose before he replied, “Baby, you were driving me crazy,” as he spoke his hips grinded into yours and it led to a small gasp escaping from you lips, “don’t be mad at me.” His bashful smile was adorable, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Let me back on top” you smiled at him, plans already forming in your head about what you could do to him in that position.

“Must I?” he chuckled, not yet moving.

“Yes. You must.”

He quickly flipped you both back into the original position, and you couldn’t help but wildly grin.

“Thanks, baby cakes.” You laughed, and leaned to press another trail of kisses across his chest. No matter what the situation, your skin always craved to be touching his, especially his toned torso.

“Hey, don’t call me baby cakes.”

Without raising your head from his chest, as your lips were almost unable to move from his skin, you asked, “Why not?”

“Because I’m not a ‘baby cake’. I’m a big, strong man.”

You laughed into him before looking up to meet his eyes.

“Yes, Harry. The biggest and strongest man.”

His eyes lit up at the comical response, but you weren’t finished. Before continuing, you moved your hips down hard to press against the growing bulge beneath you.  A rhythm naturally picked up at you began to grind against him. “I love how big you are.”

He groaned, eyes temporarily squeezing shut as the pressure between the two of you built up. You could see in his face that he was searching for a response, but the constant grinding motion was distracting him. Slowly, you moved to sit on your knees between his spread legs and started to unbutton his jeans. He watched you closely as you did, making no move nor speaking. It wasn’t long before both his jeans and his boxers were pushed down his legs and thrown across the room to who knows where. In an effort to make him more comfortable, you removed your shirt and threw it across the room as well. His eyes greedily roamed over your bra-clad chest. You smiled to yourself, and leaned to lick across the tip of Harry’s cock. His eyes widened as he watched you pull him into your mouth. You sucked gently at first, simply just to tease him and watch his face contort so slightly as you continued.

“You taste so good” you murmured, and leaned in again to lick a stripe up the underside of his throbbing cock. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a labored breath. Then, you pulled his tip into your mouth, and increased the intensity of your sucking. His hands found the back of your head and gripped the hair there tightly as he began to move your mouth further onto his cock. You let him lead your head however he pleased, and the speed at which you were moved up and down the length of him quickly increased.

“Fuck, baby girl your mouth feels so fucking good” Harry groaned below you, and the praise made you internally smile. During a particularly rough tug of your hair, his cock moved deep into your throat and you gagged around him. Stopping immediately, Harry pulled your head off of him so that he could look at your entire face. The fact his hand was still tightly gripping your hair only made you grin; he didn’t even realize that he was doing it, he was just naturally that way.

“Are you okay?” He questioned, searching your eyes. You wanted nothing else than to tell him to quit worrying so that you could have him squirming under you again. Nodding in response, you attempted to lean back down to pull his throbbing cock into your mouth, but his grip on your hair didn’t budge. You whined and continued to pull but his hand was locked.


“Baby girl, I’m gonna lose it if you suck me off again.”

“Please, I want you in my mouth” you pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes. It was obvious he was genuinely considering giving in, but after a few moments it seemed as if he wasn’t going to.

“I want to come inside you baby girl, not in your mouth” he whispered, and your legs involuntarily squeezed shut tightly. His dirty words never failed to cause the wetness between your legs to make you writhe.

He sat up now to begin his work on your jeans and pull them off of your legs. After he swiftly removed your bra, you were completely bare above him. His eyes devoured every inch of your skin before he flipped you again, leaving him above you and resting in between your thighs. It was almost cute how he couldn’t help but being in control at all times.

“Harry, I wanted to make you feel good” you whined, looking up into his blazing eyes above yours.

“You always make me feel good, baby.”

With this, his hand moved down to grip his length and run it along the length of your slit. When his tip began to circle your clit, you arched your back and moaned louder than anticipated. Sucking him off earlier had created this intense want in your belly, and each time he spoke, or moved against you, you felt yourself ache inside to feel him.

“But I wanted to show you how much playing that song meant to me…” you trailed off, not breaking eye contact. Half of you desperately wanted him to just thrust inside of you already, but the other half was slightly disappointed you weren’t directly controlling how good he was feeling at the moment. His eyes softened.

“I know how much it meant to you, and believe me, you’ve shown how much it meant to you” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. As he lined himself up at your entrance, he suddenly stopped and you whimpered loudly. Your hips were completely lifting up off of the bed to find a way to push him inside you yourself. He laughed at your desperation and used the hand that wasn’t holding his cock to press your hips roughly back down onto the bed and you pouted.

“Do you really want to make me feel good? ‘Cause I’ve been thinking about this-“ he began, but you cut him off. Your voice was slightly shrill due to the all-consuming desperation to feel him

“What? Yes. Whatever you want.” You rushed to speak, and a huge smile spread across his face. He was enjoying torturing you. You, however, were positively aching for him to be inside you. Each time he barely shifted his hips as he spoke, most likely not purposefully, your insides would clench in preparation. Yet, his thick length never pressed into you as he continued,

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

“Harry, please. If it’ll make you feel good, of course I want to.” You begged.

“Okay.” he started, taking a deep breath and now completely removing his hips from yours. You loudly whined this time, and he smirked down at you. His hands suddenly moved to reach and grip both of your calves. What was he doi- Your legs were thrown up onto his shoulders, and you shuddered. In the new position, he had to press you hard into the bed below you, and it was slightly harder to breathe due to the pressure on your chest. Yet, any thoughts were wiped completely from your brain as he pressed into you slowly. An extremely long, drawn out moan escaped your throat as he buried himself inside you. The pressure inside you only heightened as he pulled out until just his tip was inside you before pressing all the way back in again. A string of curses left his mouth as he held himself up with a hand on either side of your waist. You both began to breath heavier and heavier with each deep thrust.

“You’re so deep” you moaned, voice higher than usually due to the tightening arousal inside of you. He grunted in response as his thrusts got rougher, and the sound of your hips slapping against each other got louder.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come around my cock” Harry groaned, his eyes staring into yours with a lust that shook you to your core. You knew that after a few more thrusts you were most definitely going to come, and you nodded wildly and breathed out a “yes”.

He seemed impossibly deep, and once his left hand moved to rub harsh circles into your clit, you knew you were done for.

“H-Harry” you squeaked, verging on your orgasm, but attempting to hold it back to wait for him. This night was supposed to be for him, and here you were coming too early.

“Come for me, baby girl.”

And that was all it took. The words pushed you off the cliff as seemingly every muscle in your body clenched, and your eyes squeezed shut. A wave of euphoria passed through every nerve, the feeling only drawn out by his continued thrusts and rubbing on your clit. It took many seconds before you came down from your high, and when you were fully aware again, Harry’s beautiful face was the first thing that caught your eye. His bottom lip was tightly between his teeth and his eyes were tightly shut.

“Harry,” you moved your hand up to run your thumb across his cheek adoringly.

“You feel so fucking good when you clench around me. Can you do it again?” his eyes didn’t even open as the words rapidly fell from him lips. You grinned, even though he couldn’t see it, beyond happy to see him in such a state of pleasure that he could barely speak. Without hesitating, you inhaled deeply to clench around him. The muscles in your stomach were shaking from the intense use, and above you, Harry came. His perfect face contorted to one of bliss and he let out a loud, dragged out “fuuuuucckkk”. He remained in this state for a few seconds before gently pulling out of you and collapsing next to you on his back. He took a couple deep breaths before turning his head to press a soft kiss against your lips.

“God, I’m so glad I played you that song” he laughed, and you joined him.

“I bet you are. Maybe you should play me your songs more often” you were only half joking.

“If the sex is gonna be like that, then maybe I should” he replied, with your favorite stupid smirk on his face.

You’re Distracting Part 5

A/N: This is the last part of the series before the epilogue. I highly recommend you read the epilogue I will be posting in the next few days! I had so much fun writing this series and this isn’t the end. I am gonna flood tumblr with all my fan fiction! Please send some asks so I can write some of those before getting started on my next series. Speaking of which I need some ideas for the series I am gonna write. Let me know what you want to see in the Aaron Burr series. Should it take place in canon era or a modern au? Should it include all the other characters? What should it be about? Should the reader be sassy or quiet? Let me know.

Title: You’re Distracting Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Rating: teen (bordering mature)

Warnings: sexual references, nakedness, possessive behavior, and marking


Word Count:1375

The light was way too bright. I cracked my eyes open slightly and noticed my window was open before groaning quietly. I shifted and immediately froze feeling a strong arm wrapped around my waist. Just like that the memory of last night came pouring in to my mind. I only allowed the thought to continue for a minute before panicking. What if it was a mistake? What if he doesn’t actually like me? What if this ruins our friendship?

“I can hear you thinking too hard,” I hear in a muffled voice behind me. I sigh and move to get up before the arms pull me back tightly. “Please don’t move yet.”

“I have to use the bathroom and then I will come back ok?” I laughed. I heard a muffled hum before the arms around me loosened. I slipped out and padded to the bathroom ,using the restroom. I looked in the mirror and gasped. Up and down my neck were bruising marks with teeth indents. I rolled my eyes and walked back out into the bedroom. Thomas was sitting up against the headboard with the sheets pooled around his waist as he scrolled through his phone. The light from the window gave him a slight glow. “What’s with all the hickeys man? It’s like you want everyone to know we slept together.”

He glanced up at me and his face fell into a smirk. “Maybe I do.” He says before setting down his phone and watching me pad across the room to my side of the bed and slipping in. I chose not to say anything about that comment and just let out a small hum in acknowledgment. I felt his arm snake a hand around my waist and before I could react was pulled into his chest with both of us laying our sides. “They don’t hurt or anything do they?” he asked quietly.

“No its fine.” I replied softly, surprised by the concerned and gentle question. In all honesty I knew I was still processing all this. I had just slept with my best friend. I knew talking about this would be the best way to nip this in the bud before I got any ideas about it being more than sex. However, I just wanted a little bit of time. Time to imagine that he was mine and I was his. I just wanted time to feel like it was more for him … .  To think he actually loved me like I loved him.

I froze in his grip slightly as I felt his lips gently graze the hickeys on my neck. I slowly relaxed back into his hold as he continued his gentle exploration over the formed bruises. His arm stayed wrapped over me and I felt his hand gently brush back and forth on my stomach tickling slightly. I sighed and closed my eyes enjoying the little touches of affection. I could feel him shift until the entire front of his body was pressed against the back of mine. I felt his other hand beginning to run through my hair as he sat up slightly to gain better access to my neck. He continued his touches for a few more minutes before laying his forehead against the side of my head and whispering in my ear words I thought only existed in my mind. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I responded without thinking.

“I mean I am in love with you. I know I don’t show it. I just figure you probably don’t feel the same way. I just want you to know that last night meant way more to me than you will ever know.” He spoke softly confidence wavering towards the end of his declaration. My brain almost short circuited and I felt his arms tighten around me before I snapped back to reality to come up with something to say.

“It meant just as much to me Thomas. I swear I am not lying. I- I started dating Alex because I love you and didn’t believe you would feel the same way. He was a distraction from you I think. You were the only one I thought of that entire relationship. Even Alex knew that by the end of it.” I said rambled. I felt his breathe hitch and squeezed my eyes shut tight. I still felt like his rejection was coming.

Suddenly you were pulled onto your back and your eyes immediately opened in shock to meet the dark chocolate brown ones above you. He stared into your eyes for a few more minutes. I noticed his eyes watering slightly but didn’t say anything.

“Please say it again.” He asked, his tone almost begging.

“Which part?” I whispered wanting to tell him whatever he wanted to hear.

“Say you love me. Say you want no one but me. I need to hear you say it.” His voice sounded strained with pleading.

“I love you.”  I whispered staring at his before I closed my eyes to get through the rest of my confession “I don’t think I can ever love someone as much as I love you. I want to be anything and everything you want. I love you.”

I felt his hand graze my cheek. I felt his lips brush my mine before leaning down with a more insistent pressure. I kissed back making my lips pliable underneath his. The kiss was soft and sweet, nothing like the kisses we shared last night.

“You are already everything and anything I could want. I love you too,” he whispered against my lips as my eyes fluttered open to look at his.

“This is so sappy,” I breathed in between us. His eyes crinkled with laughter before he rolled off of me as we broke both out into laughter.

“Wow way to ruin the moment,” he chuckled.

“It was ruined the moment I had to get up to pee and realized I looked like I got mulled by a bear… but I did enjoy it none the less.”

“Well I hope you realize your my girlfriend now. There is no way I am taking rejection as an answer after everything you just said.”

“I wouldn’t expect you too. I would love to be your girlfriend. I still will be hanging out with Hamilton though. I know you hate me hanging out with him because you hate him but it’s time to get over that buddy.”

He snapped his head to look at me and gawked. “Its not because I hate him. I love you and he takes up so much of your time. In case you didn’t realize most of the hate I have for him originates out of jealousy for you.”

I looked at him and laughed. “You’re kidding!”

“No I am not. However, now that you have made me your one and only I think I can get over it.”

He rolled over top of me again, I have a feeling this was going to become a normal occurrence, and dipped his head down into my neck and I moaned as he sucked at my neck again and eventually let go to run his tongue over the freshly bruising skin. “Besides I think with my little marks here, there won’t be a single guy on campus that doesn’t know your mine.” He smirked into your neck.

Your eyes widened . “ Oh My GOD. THOMAS!!! Was that your plan all along?” I screeched. He immediately chuckled and sunk his entire body weight on me before I could get up. I tried to throw him off only to realized I wasn’t going anywhere with him on top of me. I settled and let out and exasperated sigh.

“Maybe it was and maybe it wasn’t.” I heard him mumble. “I just didn’t expect you to enjoy it so much.” He whispered in my ear. I could hear the smugness in his voice.

“Well I did. However, if you continue mocking me for it I might change my mind about allowing a round two this morning.”

He shifted as he brought his head over mine with slight surprise on his face before smirking and dipping down to my lips again.

Imagine confessing your love to Felix

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“Alright, you and I need to have a conversation.” Felix said as he turned the corner, grabbing you by the arm and hauling you out of the castle.
“What is so important that we have to be out of the castle!?” You rushed.
If only it wasn’t night time, then maybe you could escape your fate.
You knew what this was about. You may have had too much to drink and you may have spilled out your soul by telling him you liked him in a not so friendly way.

He backed you until you were against a brick wall where no one would see. Felix then got painfully close to you, his arm propped up just above your head. “Now, I believe you have some explaining to do…”Felix grinned.
“I-I had too much-” He let you ramble in sheer embarrassment for a while two minutes before hushing you and putting a finger to your lips with a grin.
He leaned forward. “Please” he whispered in your ear before leaning away. He’d only lean forward to whisper in your ear. “Tell me the truth. Tell me…What I want to hear.”
“Wait.” You whispered. “What?”
“Please” he whispered softly.
“…I’ve already told you the truth.”
He exhaled and a breathtaking smile that was different from the others grew on his face. The others had been teasing, this one was genuine. You barely got to register him leaning in as you felt your lips be met by his.

That Would Be Enough - Pietro Maximoff x (pregnant)Reader

Words: 1018
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (pregnant!)Reader
Featuring: Bruce Banner, Thor, Steve
Warnings: im really tired so this could be really cringe, talk of pregnancy
Requested by anon
“That would be enough” from Hamilton with Pietro! Please!
Authors Note: thank you so much for so much for 5000 followers. Im gonna cry and im so tired so heres this :) This was based on the song above ^^ and you can check it out here! I’ve actually written an imagine with this song before but looking back on it i highkey don’t like it so i did it again.

Pietro Maximoff Masterlist. Masterlist.

The civil war between Tony and Steve was getting intense. Pietro sided with Steve, as he believed they should do what they want, and since Tony locked his sister in the base. He felt what Steve thinks about the Sokovia Accords was the right way to go, and he was ready to defend himself.

While Steve and Tony were disagreeing, you were in Australia with Thor and Bruce Banner. Thor may say that it’s a vacation, but you three are actually doing very crucial work before getting back to New York. Thor may be messing around and trying to figure out of Fury’s name is actually “Furry,” but you and Bruce were doing as many tests as you could and as much research as you could on infinity stones.

You and Bruce had a place to stay considering the lab you two rented out had a few bedrooms, but Thor was more into finding a new friend to live with and having more fun than actually working.

“Are you sure you don’t want to see a doctor?” Bruce stood outside of the shared bathroom, tired eyes and a scruffy voice. He had woken up to you getting sick, for the third time this week.

“No, no, I’m okay. It usually goes away after a little while-”

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I’m not sure how long this story will run. Basically until my love of Batjokes dies down. lol This won’t be like a traditional story, more a series of drabbles that flow in chronological order but don’t have a big arc going. I mean, things will develop, but not the way they do in novels. Anyway, this one was inspired by a headcanon I saw on tumblr.


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