what an exhausting couple of hours

Day 16 of 31

Was hoping to add a run into the mix today, but plans had to change. My son came down with croup last night. Called in a family sick day (thankful I can use my accrued time for that) and took him in get checked out. Last time this happened we spent a couple hours at Seattle Children’s ER.

Thankfully, it’s not as bad this time. Also helps that we got him in early. Our 5 year old never had it, so we had no idea what we were dealing with the first time around. Anyway, we get to the doctor, and find out the little guy has an ear infection too.

By the end of the day my wife was exhausted and not feeling all that great herself, so I canceled my run and sent her to get some rest. Did my 100 push-ups, finished my workout and now I am just sitting here hoping for a quiet night. At present everyone is sleeping peacefully and the house is quiet.

Not the day I planned on, but it still turned out ok.

Sam knows a code word when he hears one. Hell, he and Dean have about a hundred or so words and phrases and hand gestures that they’ve accumulated over the years to make a language all of their own. It’s not hard to figure out when something means something else entirely.

Which is how Sam finds out about Dean and Cas’ “secret” relationship. 

The first time Dean asked Cas if he wanted to “play Scrabble,” Sam didn’t really think much of it. Dean and Cas disappeared to do random shit all the time. They were, after all, best friends and pretty much attached at the hip.

But then Dean asked again a couple days later. Then Cas asked. Then Sam realized.

They would disappear into Dean’s room to “play Scrabble,” and then they would come out two hours later looking angry or exhausted or smug or any other emotion to describe that they had just fucked.

Sam elected to ignore it. He didn’t really care if Dean and Cas were secretly fucking as long as they were happy. If things got serious, they would tell him.

That is, until one day Sam walks into Dean’s room without waiting for a “come in” and finds Dean and Cas–

“What the fuck are you guys doing?”

They both look up at him with wide eyes. Dean holds a little wooden letter in his hand and responds, “What does it look like we’re doing?”

“It looks like you’re playing Scrabble.”

“Yeah. Didn’t you hear us say we were going to play Scrabble like an hour ago?” Dean puts his letter down, and Sam sees the word “bullet” written on the board.

“So…that wasn’t…a code word?”

Cas answers this time, “Why would Dean and I need a code word at home when it is only the three of us here?”

“Because you’re–you’re–never mind.” Sam slams the door behind him before they can say anything else.

Muffled through the door, he hears Dean say, “Oh my god, dude, I think Sammy thought you and I were having sex.”

@xxtorchxx made this gorgeous manip and it lit a fire of inspiration in me.  She was kind and generous enough to allow me to lend my words to her perfect image.  Just bask in this brilliance for awhile.   As should go without saying, do not repost, re-use or claim this work as your own.  If you like it, use that little reblog button in the bottom right corner of the post.

A million thank-yous @xxtorchxx for your talent and creativity and for your thoughts on this little fic to complement it.  

Thanks to @reginalovesemma for the edits.  As always, you elevate my work.

A note about this little fic.  Mon-El was never Kara’s boyfriend.  In this little world, he was the funny, goofy, sidekick pal we all deserved him to be.  Kara misses him and does have to deal with the loss of a friend, but he did not have the dominating presence in her life he was given in canon.

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For the anon whom I promised Niall fluff to the other day: this is my gift to you. ❤️

“But Niall, look at her!

You were cradling your newborn baby girl in your arms as you looked at your husband, distress coloring your features. Your baby was fast asleep in your arms—she had your lips and Niall’s nose, and a mixture of both your stubbornness.

She was a tough baby, in the sense that it had been incredibly difficult to get her used to any kind of sleep schedule. She cried at all hours of the night and had a very difficult temperament at that time, so you took the whole “when baby’s sleeping mom should be sleeping” thing very seriously.

You had to admit, caring for a baby was difficult. You and Niall had never felt exhaustion like it before—you had been sleeping in no more than three hour increments for the past two months, and it was all catching up to you. You had bags under your eyes like never before, and sometimes it took everything you had inside of you to keep up a simple conversation. Sometimes you would walk into the kitchen, baby in your arms, and catch your husband half-asleep as he brewed the coffee.

It took it’s toll on the both of you, but it was completely worth it.

“C’mon babe, give’er to me,” Niall reached for the baby in your arms, causing you to huff stubbornly.

“Don’t wanna,” you complained, cradling her closer to your chest and nuzzling your nose against the top of her sleeping baby head.

You had been cooped up in the house ever since your daughter had been born. It had been two months since you stepped foot out of your home—you gave your one hundred percent into motherhood, and you were getting the hang of taking care of your baby for sure. But there were times when Niall would have to kindly remind you to shower, or make you eat something before going to sleep because you hadn’t eaten anything all day.

You were drained, and it had been so long since you’d done something for yourself. Which is why Niall had scheduled this brunch with one of your best friends.

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anonymous asked:

Tom coming home to you and Tessa napping and cuddling 😍

tom had finally gotten a minute to breathe between press tours and filming IW and he was excited to come back home. he had called you and asked if you wanted to come over to spend some time with him (‘spending time together’ really just meant taking a nap in his untouched bed and listening to music together, maybe a few talks about what you’d missed in each other’s lives the last couple of weeks) but when he called you from the airport, you hadn’t answered. he assumed you were out with his mom - he’d noticed over social media how closely you’d gotten to nikki while he was away - so he decided to try you again after he’d gotten a couple of hours of rest in. he’s trudge up the stairs to his flat and pull his keys out of his sweats, rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes and pushing the door open, grabbing the handle on his luggage and sluggishly shifted inside the house. he was a little confused when tessa wasn’t immediately barging toward him - she wasn’t usually a heavy sleeper unless someone was with her to keep her company. he shrugged it off, deciding he’d look for her later. “jesus,” he’s mumble, gliding his feet against the marble of his floor on the way to his room, ready to crash later, if you were feeling generous maybe you’d help him unpack when you came over later. as he peeked his way through his room - the room pitch black - he noticed tessa’s silhouette on his bed, a lump next to her. he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, cautiously tiptoeing toward his unmade bed before registering the reason why you hadn’t answered his call earlier - you’d come over (possibly to feed tess or water the plants) and fallen asleep with tessa by your side in the process. a lazy smile crossed his features as he took in the sight. you laid on what you decided was your side of his bed (the right side) while tessa was curled into your right side, your arm around her. he lightly stepped around the clothes you discarded to replace with what he left behind, shifting the comforter so he could slide onto the left side of the bed, wrapping his arm around your middle he reached around to pat tessa’s head, seeing as she woke up. he cooed at her and she laid down again, her shift causing you to stir. “tom?” “sh, love,” he’d whisper “go back to sleep.” you’d scoot further back and his arm would tighten around you. “i’m glad you’re back, tom” he’d press a kiss to the back of your head and bury his face in your neck/hair “glad to be back”

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Just some lovely Dad Harry fluff!

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2035 words.

You were exhausted. You had literally never been this exhausted in your whole life. It had been exactly a month since you and Harry had brought your little girl home from the hospital, and since giving birth you were sure you’d only slept a couple of hours.

The first week had been the worst; trying to keep on top of cleaning and laundry while also breastfeeding and caring for a fussy baby had been incredibly difficult. You and Harry had done amazingly well all things considering, and once the first seven days rolled over, you found you’d managed to get into some sort of routine.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and Harry had been away since Saturday morning. A work trip had come up, and while Harry had initially refused, you had managed to convince him you would be okay by yourself for the two days. Reluctantly, he had agreed, and you’d felt so triumphant. This was your chance to prove to yourself that you really could handle this ‘mum’ thing.

Looking back now, you couldn’t believe you’d been so optimistic. Saturday had gone reasonably well until the sun went down. Things had quickly unraveled overnight. Your little one had refused to sleep, starting up with her incessant crying which ceased only when she was feeding. She would cluster feed; eating for a couple of minutes at a time over the period of a couple of hours, crying in between feeds. You had no idea what to do, and so you’d just suffered through it, soldiering on bravely, hoping things would change by morning.

While you had managed to get her down for a few fragmented hours of sleep, it wasn’t long before she was awake again, crying relentlessly. It was like she knew how panicked you were, and it unsettled her. The day had gone by painfully slowly, an endless haze of nappies, feeding, and tears from both you and her. Now, you were slumped against the side of her crib, shirtless, your breasts hanging forlornly from your nursing bra, your wriggling little one whimpering against your chest as you rocked her half-heartedly.

Warmth hit your hand and tears welled in your eyes. She’d pooed herself. Again. Minutes after you’d changed her. And what was even worse what that it seemed to have escaped her nappy and was threatening to move up her back, deeming yet another onesie dirty. You brought a shaky hand to your face, trying desperately to wipe away your fresh set of tears, willing yourself to stand so that you could change her once more.


Harry’s voice hit you, barely reaching your ears over the sound of your little one as she broke into fresh shrieks. You looked up at him, shaking your head, more tears spilling over your cheeks as your eyes met his. His brow furrowed, his eyes soft and sad as he looked at you.

“Oh… Sweetheart…” he murmured, moving to you. Gently, he took your screaming baby girl from you, nestling her against his chest. His hands and arms were big enough that he only needed one arm to support her, and his other arm slipped under your own, hooking around your waist.

“C’mon. Up yeh get.”

You used the last of your strength to help pull yourself up, your body heavy against him as you tried to stand. His lips found your temple, kissing you gently before meeting your eyes.

“Love, I need yeh ter go an’ have a shower f’me. M’kay? Can yeh do tha’?”

His voice was soft and familiar, and it made you instantly relax. You nodded numbly, pressing a blind kiss to his shoulder before stumbling towards the bathroom. You were like a zombie as you moved slowly around the bathroom, discarding the clothes you’d been wearing for much longer than you should’ve been and slipping under the hot water. You sighed as it hit your tense muscles, your eyes flickering shut as the warmth soothed you. You couldn’t remember the last shower you’d had completely by yourself, and it felt so good to be just in the presence of your own thoughts. You could barely keep yourself standing, and so you slid slowly down the slick tiles of the shower, leaning your head back against the shower wall.


“Love, what’s goin’ on in there? Are yeh- Oh.”

Harry’s sentences was cut short as his eyes found you, completely asleep, curled awkwardly in the corner of the shower. He sighed, biting his lip as he stripped off, stepping into the shower and crouching down in front of you. He cupped your cheeks and pressed a gentle, prolonged kiss to your damp forehead. Your eyes opened blearily, blinking heavily as Harry’s face came into focus.

“Oh… Oh shit! Oh, baby, I’m sorry… Did I fall asleep?”

Harry nodded, kissing your forehead again before resting his own against yours. You sighed, your hands finding his upper arms and rubbing back and forth over them a couple of times.


Harry smiled softly, pecking your lips.

“Don’t be. Yer exhausted. C’mon, lemme ge’yeh clean,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist. You nodded, your arms finding his shoulders as he helped you up, guiding you back under the still-hot stream of the shower.

“Turn fer me love,” he instructed, his voice soft as it filled your ears. You turned slowly, endlessly grateful that he was taking control. Harry was always so soft and sweet and gentle with you, and while you always felt lucky to have him, it meant even more to you in this particular moment than it usually did. You heard him shuffling behind you and then the click open of your shampoo bottle. It wasn’t long before his hands were in your hair, lathering it up with your shampoo, fingers pressing gently against your scalp. Your moaned softly, body moving slightly with Harry’s movements. His touch felt so good, and you loved being taken care of like this.

Harry carried on with washing your hair, rinsing out your shampoo and then conditioning, rinsing that out as well. He tugged the shower head from its hook and you shivered at the momentary lack of heat before it hit you again. You sighed happily as Harry guided the shower head over your body, making sure to get every bit of your exposed skin before hooking it back up. His arms wrapped around your waist, his lips finding the top of your shoulder and your neck.

“Need ter ge’ out little one,” he mumbled against your skin, waiting patiently for you to response. You pulled your eyes open reluctantly, nodding slowly. His hands moved to your hips, supporting you as you stepped out of the shower, your own fingers wrapping around his wrists as you moved gingerly. Harry turned the shower off as you stood there, a little dazed, shivering and swaying slightly on the bath mat. He wrapped one of your big, fluffy towels around you before quickly dragging one over his own hair and torso, tying it loosely around his waist before turning his attention back to you.

“C’mon. Bed time.”

His hand pressed a little against the small of your back as he gently guided you back into your shared bedroom, hands finding your shoulders as he set you down on the edge of the bed. Your limbs felt all loose and floppy from being in the warm shower for so long, and you were once again struggling to keep your eyes open. It was then that you realized you couldn’t hear crying.

“She’s stopped,” you croaked, eyes finding Harry’s.

“Yeah. She’s sleeping,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your jaw as he moved your towel over your body, drying you off.

“How?” you asked, your expression bewildered. Harry chuckled softly at your genuine disbelief.

“Gave her a little bath… Sang her a little song… Think she was jus’ feeling a little anxious,” he murmured, tugging one of his own t-shirts over your head.

You hummed in response, nodding a little.

“Foot up.”

Your hands found Harry’s shoulders as he crouched in front of you, and you raised one foot and then the other, Harry guiding on a pair of pyjama pants, pulled them gently up your legs.


You pulled yourself up slowly, hands still gripping Harry’s shoulders as he tugged the shorts up over your hips.

“Good girl.”

You grinned, blinking sleepily at him. His praise never failed to make your stomach flip a little. He smiled back at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before helping you into bed. You sighed as you fell back against the pillows, nuzzling down against them as Harry pulled the duvet up over you, tucking you in.

“My little one. Sleepy girl.”

His lips found your forehead once more, his hand gently pushing back through your damp hair, stroking it softly.

“Close those eyes,” he whispered. You gladly obliged, your eyes finally falling closed after having been forced to stay open for so long. Sleep took you almost instantly, warm under the covers, Harry’s fingers never leaving your hair.


Plaintive little cries woke you from your slumber a mere hour after you’d fallen asleep, and you looked around blearily, quickly locating the source of the noise. Harry was cradling her close, bouncing a little, whispering to her as he moved around your bedroom.

“Hey you two,” you croaked, your voice still laced with sleep.

Harry’s eyes snapped to you immediately, forehead scrunching up as he realized you were awake.

“M’sorry love, think she’s hungry.”

“S’ok. Bring her here.”

Harry shuffled towards you, carefully transferring the whimpering little one into your arms. You smiled down at her, settling her in the crook of your arm, a finger stroking softly across her cheek.

“Hello baby… Oh… Hello little one. Hungry? Yeah?” you cooed, moving to pull up your t-shirt.

“Love… Shuffle forward a bit?”

You paused, looking up Harry a little confused, but you shuffled forward regardless. He climbed in carefully behind you, his legs slotting easily either side of you, settling back against the head board.

“Lemme help?”

His hand moved to cradle her head, and you followed his lead, lifting your t-shirt up above your breasts. You guided your nipple to her lips, Harry helping maneuver her head. Your mutual efforts paid off as she eagerly latched onto your nipple, immediately pulling milk into her mouth, a tiny hand flailing up and resting against your skin.

You dropped your head back against Harry’s shoulder, pressing your face in against his neck, your eyes closing again. You felt so safe and warm, knowing Harry had you, supporting you and your little girl while she so eagerly fed. This comfort had been what you’d been missing all weekend and it felt so good to have it back.

The next hour passed a bleary haze, your little one cluster feeding as you drifted in and out of sleep. Harry did most of the hard work, burping the baby between feeds, and then guiding her back onto your nipple. You relaxed completely against him, too tired to do anything else. There was no one else in the world that you would trust with this level of vulnerability.

Eventually, she was done feeding completely, and Harry held her against your chest, humming to her softly as she drifted asleep against you.

“She’s so beautiful,” you whispered, gazing down at her. Harry hummed in agreement, kissing the top of your shoulder a couple of times before carefully shuffling from behind you, moving in next to you.

“Wan’ me the take her? Y’can get some more sleep.”

You nodded, gently passing her back to Harry, careful not to wake her. Harry cradled her against his chest, shuffling down so he was lying on his back, his hand supporting her bottom as she slept peacefully against him. You moved in next to him, his arm opening, inviting you to snuggle in against.  Just as you were on the verge of sleep, Harry’s gentle voice filled your ears.

“Love my girls,” he whispered, kissing your head and then your little girls. And with that, you were out, warm and safe, snuggled up with your family.

How MM Characters React to Finding Out You're Pregnant


  •  He already noticed slight changes to your mood and body before you did. 
  •  At first he thought it might be the flu, but that thought changes when you are too tired for your usual love fest in bed.
  • “I’m sorry, Jumin. I’m too tired tonight.”
  • Elizabeth 3rd also becomes extra clingy to you. 
  • Jumin makes you go to the doctor and they can’t find anything wrong. He insists to do further tests but you beg him not to.
  • “It’s probably stress, Jumin. I’ll be fine.”
  • Wrong answer. Jumin has cleared your schedule until he feels like you’re feeling better. 
  • A week later you realize your period hasn’t happened. 
  • Jumin knew this before you and scheduled another doctor’s appointment after asking Jaehee to research information on missed periods (poor Jaehee.)
  • He makes you go back to the doctor for blood work. Suddenly this all makes sense: The fatigue, your bras no longer fitting, and feeling sick. 
  •  The doctor walks in with the good news. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Han. You’re going to be parents.”
  • Jumin doesn’t say anything at first. His face loses color. The news is a surprise. 
  • “Sweetheart, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve never seen him this way before.
  • He nearly faints from processing all the emotions he is feeling on the way out of the doctor’s office.
  • Jaehee cancels all of Jumin’s meetings for the week citing “exhaustion” as the cause.  
  • Jumin holds you close to him later on that night, confessing he is both terrified and delighted at the news. He wonders if Elizabeth 3rd will feel jealous. omg really jumin. 
  • “I’m sure she’ll be happy too,” You whisper in his ear as you accidentally fall asleep on his chest. 
  • He admires the glow your face is beginning to show as you sleep peacefully. 


  • You’ve been much more emotional lately. 
  • Every time Zen had to leave on set you find yourself crying, but why?
  • You even beat yourself up about it. “Why am I acting so strange..?”
  • Zen invites you to come on set with him one day and you’re immediately say yes! 
  • You couldn’t help but keep refilling your plate with cakes from catering. Zen tries to crack a joke “You are what you eat, huh babe?” 
  • But it backfires.
  • It backfires BAD. 
  • You walk away sobbing. This is entirely out of character. 
  • “Wait! BABE! I’m so sorry!” He runs after you and pulls you in for a hug. 
  • You sob into his chest for a few minutes and then go silent.
  • He pushes you in front of him to see what’s wrong. “Babe…?” 
  • Your face turns white and you go limp in front of him. 
  • Zen FREAKS out and immediately yells for someone to help. 
  • He carries you himself to the ambulance and he demands you get rushed you to the hospital. 
  • The paparazzi outside of the set take photos of the incident. A video is uploaded to Youtube.
  • You regain consciousness when arriving to the hospital. “What’s…what’s going on?” 
  • Zen cries with joy seeing you’re awake and hugs you. “Shh. Just rest, my princess. We’ll find out. I love you.” 
  • He refuses to leave your side as the hospital runs a bunch of tests, but, you tell him he should get something to eat while they do an ultrasound. 
  • The doctor comes in a couple hours later and tells them it was a combination of exhaustion and dehydration.  “This is a common symptom in pregnancies. She’ll need to make sure she drinks more fluid and get rest.”
  • Wait. What? Both you and Zen look at the doctor with confusion.
  • The doctor informs the two of you that you’re already 13 weeks pregnant. He gives Zen a picture of the ultrasound showing a little baby bean! 
  • You start crying at news. It’s happy tears. Eventually Zen starts crying too. He’s just as happy. 


  • It’s not secret you and Yoosung wanted to have kids immediately.
  • You two tried every month for six months. 
  • You have a bulk stash of HCG strips in the bathroom, an ovulation 
    tracker on the your phone, and have read every article online on how to improve your chances at becoming pregnant.
  • Every month your period came, Yoosung started to doubt himself. 
  • “Is.. Is there something wrong with me?”
  • You’d hold him and reassure him. “Don’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you! Sometimes it just takes time, I guess.” Deep inside, you wondered if there was actually something wrong with you instead.
  • After a year of trying, you both go to a fertility specialist to have tests done. 
  • The specialist tells the both of you there is a problem with your ovulation. They immediately start on you a treatment plan with fertility drugs. 
  • You act okay with the news, but in reality you are the opposite of okay. 
  • Yoosung finds you crying underneath the covers and panics. 
  • “Please don’t cry! It’s not your fault!”
  • Soon he’s crying too. 
  • By the third treatment cycle you start to notice changes in your body.
  • You start doubting your feelings. You try to remain calm. 
  • Every day you and Yoosung talk about all of your different things happening with your body.
  • When you take one of your test strips at home you notice a second faint line, causing your heart to skip a beat.
  • “Yoosung! LOOK!” 
  • Each test on each day has a darker, and darker second line. You two get hopeful. It’s been a hard two years, but it feels like you two are getting to the light at the end of the tunnel. 
  • You two are SO nervous at the fertility specialist. Yoosung can barely breathe.
  • The fertility specialist confirms what you two have been dreaming. You are pregnant!
  • Yoosung sobs tears of joy at the news.  You two are so happy to finally become parents. 
  • The fertility specialist interrupts the celebration with even more good news.
  • “There’s just one thing…”
  • He shows on the screen there are four baby beans. 
  • FOUR.


  • Remember that one time he wanted to leave evidence he existed on you?
  • Well he wanted to do that again on your honeymoon. And then some. 
  • A couple months later you notice you are craving Honey Buddha Chips and Doctor Pepper more than normal.
  • At first Saeyoung thinks it’s really cute how much junk food you’re eating.
  • And then he realizes an entire giant box of Honey Buddha Chips are gone. 
  • He asks Saeran first if he knew what happened to them.
  • “Why would I eat all of your chips? I saw your wife with the box. Ask her.”
  • And then he wonders if maybe you’re emotionally eating.
  • What if she regrets our marriage? 
  • Later on in the day you visit Saeyoung in his computer room where he’s playing LOLOL. “Hey… Saeyoung.. we need to talk.”
  • Your voice makes him immediately spin around. He has tears in his eyes. “I.. I knew this day would come.” 
  • Your heart immediately sinks. “I’m.. I’m so sorry Saeyoung!”  You feel even more guilty at eating his precious Honey Buddha Chips as you add “I’ve been so hungry lately and they just taste so good. I’m so sorry for eating them I will never do it again!” 
  • Saeyoug looks at you confused. “Wait? You’re not leaving… me?”
  • “I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU.” omg you stupid idiot i love you. 
  • Suddenly you feel hot and sick. You run to the bathroom covering your mouth.
  • Saeyoung panics when he hears you vomit in the bathroom. It’s enough to get Saeran out of his room too. 
  • He’s never heard you this sick before and makes you go to bed. This goes on for a week. 
  • Soon he’s starting to search for answers online. He even goes to WebMD.
  • When you’re sleeping he calls Jaehee in a panic, worrying you might be dying and because you both are girls maybe she would know how women things work. 
  • Jaehee calmly explains to him that you’re not dead and dying. She suggests to him that you may be pregnant and should take a test. (I guarantee she facepalmed at the convo.)
  • A week later, you’re start having suspicions too. You look at the calendar and realize you haven’t had a period in two months.  “Could it be..?” 
  • You go to tell Saeyoung you think you’re pregnant and He confesses he already purchased a bunch of pregnant tests for you.
  • You think that’s the most romantic thing ever and hug him to pieces. 
  • He waits outside while you figure out how to use to use the test. How do girls pee on this thing omg. The test immediately comes back as positive. 
  • You rush out of the bathroom with the test in hand. You both are sobbing tears or joy together. 
  • You lean in to kiss him when you’re stomach starts to growl again. 
  • “Can.. Can I have more Honey Buddha Chips?” 
  • He’ll be glad to give you anything for you and the baby. 
My best friend’s girl (Chapter 6)

(Steve Rogers x Reader) (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

This story is nearing it’s end, I think the next chapter might be the last one (7 often seems to be my magical number for some reason)

Thank you all for reading this fic and giving it so much love. This will not be the last story I write that involves Steve and Bucky ;)

Story: Bucky’s been in cryo for a year now, during that time you and Steve have grown closer together. You both want more but are scared to give into your feelings, until one night…

You and Steve arrive home after the party, both crippled by guilt when you find Bucky in the kitchen waiting for you.

No warnings for this chapter, this is just one big Angst fest. I’m sorry…


Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5


My best friend’s girl (chapter 6)

You hadn’t spoken a word since Steve had abruptly pushed you out of his arms after your close encounter in the elevator.

It was a gentle but firm push and it cast you both back into reality and wishing there was a way to turn back the clock.

But there was no way to take back what you did.

Steve had been giving you the silent treatment ever since. He opened the car door to let you step outside and followed you up to his apartment.

When you were close to his door you slowed down your steps.

‘Maybe I should…maybe I should just spend tonight at my place,’ you hesitated.

‘No,’ Steve insisted,’ If I know Bucky at all he will be up waiting for you.’

You knew Steve was right. And for a second the thought of Bucky waiting up to see you brought a smile to your face, but then reality hit and suddenly you were fighting tears.

‘Steve,’ your voice broke.

‘Hey, stop it, okay,’ he turned to face you and carefully took your hand in his,’ You can do this, everything will be fine.’

You nodded your head firmly. You wanted to believe him so badly, believe everything could still go back to normal and all three of you could come out of this unharmed. But how could it?

You slept with Bucky’s best friend, not once but twice now. There was no excuse for the second time.

Nothing would ever be fine again.

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No Memories Part 2: A Memory

Pairing: Dean x Winchester Sister!Reader  Sam x Winchester Sister!Reader

Warnings: Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Car crash, hospitalization

Word Count: 3348

Here’s Part 1

A/N: Okay so I lied, this isn’t a short part 2. I got carried away and completely scraped my outlined ending so I could stretch this and make more parts. Part 1 has gotten 122 notes in just under 24 hours which is the most I have ever gotten on a story and in such a short time. Thanks for all the kind words about part 1 and hope you enjoy part 2. I don’t know when a part 3 will be out since I still have to outline it but expect it sometime in the future. The continuation of this story is all thanks to you guys so give yourselves a round of applause as you have given me more work to do lol. Just kidding I actually really like this series myself and I look forward to continuing it.

Summary: The police now believe Dean about your kidnapping, but since you have crossed state lines how do they deal with the situation of your “parents”? You can’t really focus too much on your parents as you can’t get the thoughts of Dean out of your head. Why was everything about this man so familiar? One thing is for sure nothing is making sense, but then again, isn’t it? You guys have the same eyes…. what else could be shared?

(Sorry this summary is shit. My head just wants to spoil everything, but I have to hold back and this is that product.)

***Italics are flashbacks/memories***

^ Just imagine in the hospital with a cast on one leg and hair a little longer.

^ Ok but picture this but with only the top half of his body laying down on the side of your hospital bed, next to you 

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Looked Cute -Simon

Anonymous said to simplysdmn: Hey love can I please get a simon imaginewhere you’re in a girl band and you’re friends with JJ and they go around to the sidemen house to film and you and simon are in a relationahip but noone knows. But they all ship you and then they walk In on you and Simon and everyone is so so happy! Love your imagines by the way!!!!!

A/N: Hey babe, I hope you like this, sorry for the wait. I made a tiny change where Y/N is a solo singer but her group of friends still do ship them. I also based this off of the video JJ did with Teala Dunn (Some many POVs im sorry)


I couldn’t get a break from my friends constantly telling me that Simon and I looked cute. Even though deep down I knew that they would freak out when they found out that we were dating, it was better to keep things silent. Being a singer was difficult. I didn’t get to see my friends as much, I didn’t get to see Simon as much but in the long run I got to do what i loved most and that’s all that mattered to me.

My tour was finally over and I had made it home to London. I after taking pictures with fans in the airport, I went home to be greeted by my friends. We all hung out for the whole day. It was around 6 when we decided to go to Stratford to get Nandos. Once we got to our table, we got ordered our food. Half way through our meal, someone had yelled in my ear. I jumped out of my seat and smacked the person behind me.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I turned around and saw JJ clutching his stomach and moaning in pain.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” He exclaimed.

“You yelled in my ear, you idiot.” I laughed, standing up to hug him. He kissed my cheek and greeted the rest of the girls. I looked behind him and saw Simon. My heartbeat sped up at bit when he caught my eye. He gave me a small smile, which I kindly offered back. I walked up to him and gave him a quick hug so I couldn’t raise any speculations. Despite the fact the fact that it didn’t look like anything was happening between us, my friends were already cooing. I rolled my eyes to make it look like I was pissed off, deep down I didn’t really mind.

“Well, since your back do you want to come over and film a video?” JJ asked me as he pulled a chair to our table. I nodded finishing the food in my mouth. 

“I’d love to. When?”

“What about today? After dinner?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yeah why not!” We finished our meal and I hugged my friends and said goodbye before joining the two boys. We walked to Simon’s car and got in and drove home. It took everything for me to take his hand in the car at every red light an drub his knuckles. The tension between Simon and I was evident but JJ didn’t see to notice because he kept yelling and screaming. 

We arrived at their house and I was greeted by Josh, Vik and Ethan. The three of them gave me a tight hug. I smiled once we pulled apart. I didn’t realise how much I missed all the guys and how much I love London.

“Aw guys, I missed you all.” I said as we walked into the living room.

“We missed you too.” They all said. We sat down on the couch and talked for a bit until Simon announced he was going to his room. We all looked at each other in confusion but continued on with our conversation. I was waiting for JJ to finish setting up, so I could sit down and we could start the video straight away. My phone vibrated, I looked down at it. JJ sent me a message telling me that I could go upstairs. I said my goodbyes and ran upstairs.

I passes Simon’s room, making me want to run in and give him the biggest hug I could muster but I had to keep it a secret. The only person that knew was JJ and so far he was good at keeping that secret but I knew soon enough he was going to spill.

I sat down in the chair next to him and  took the headphones put of his hand. “Simon is proper upset that you haven’t talked to him today.” He laughed.

“Well, I can’t blow our cover. I’m not ready yet.” I sighed, he shrugged.

“Understandable, he should know this but we both know how Simon is.” We laughed and he pressed the record button his phone which was connected to his camera.

He did his intro and welcomed me into the video. I introduced myself. We then got into how much I missed home and I was happy to be back. Once that was over with we got into the video. We were going to be reacting to cringe videos. To say I was prepared was the biggest lie. We got through the first couple of minutes, uncomfortable wasn’t the word to describe what I was feeling. 

We got through the rest of the video and decided to order pizza just before I was going to leave. I told him I was going to Simon’s room, just so I could chill out before I could leave. I walked towards his room and knocked on his door.  I waited for a reply until I heard a muffled sound.

“Hey.” I spoke softly, opening the door slightly so I could pop my head in. He caught sight of me and rushed to pull me in and give me a heartwarming hug. I swayed us a little and placed a kiss on his jaw. He carried me bridal style to his bed, making me laugh slightly when He struggled to grasp my legs and almost dropping me. He gave me a smile and plopped us down on the bed, our noses almost touching. My heart fluttered with love and excitement. I full five months without him was painful. I was grateful for the time I was spending with him now. 

“I missed you.” His voice croaked, making my heart break into pieces. 

“I missed you too Si.” I gave him a passionate kiss, it made realise how much I missed him and how happy I was back in his arms. Skype and FaceTime didn’t do me enough justice, especially when I was upset, stressed or when I just need him most. The last time I saw him when I was going through my Europe leg of the tour.

“I watched everyone of your videos and live streams. It kept me going a lot even when I was bored.” I giggled, he smiled.

“Always, my number one fan.”

“Always.” We kept on talking, not running out of conversation. I told him I was going to stay awake for as long as could, so we could eat pizza together and watch Netflix but my exhaustion got the better of me and I ended falling asleep

Simon’s POV

I watched as her chest rose and descended softly just as it always does. Her hair fell to her shoulders, her eyelashes fell on top of her cheeks, the smallest of details all came back into my mind. I missed all the little things about her. I put my arms around her waist and tried my best to fall asleep with her but I could help but take in everything about her.

A couple hours had passed and she was still asleep. Only God knew how exhausted and tired she was. JJ had walked into the room laughing loudly with a pizza box in his hand. “Sorry man I forgot about you guys.” I shook my head and laughed quietly. I pointed at my desk to where he could put the box.

“The girls will be over soon to get her. I don’t know what time though.”  I nodded, he smiled and walking out, shutting the door softly. I ended up falling asleep after about twenty minutes to then wake up two hours later to cooing and aweing at the door.

“He’s waking up, go!” A voice squealed. I groaned and ended up falling back asleep. 


I opened and looked over my shoulder an saw Simon, fast asleep. I smiled and looked over at his desk the pizza box I was supposed to stay up for. I sighed and stood up. I look over at the door slightly cracked open. I walked over and heard giggling and laughter the closer I got the door. I whipped it open and was greeted with the screams of my three friends and JJ clutching his heart. I laughed at their initial reaction and then realised that they all had their camera app open.

“What were you guys doing?” I looked down at their phones. They all made a run for it down the stairs. I called out for them but they weren’t going to come back. I ran back inside, grabbed the box and flopped on the bed. I ate half of the pizza and left the rest for Simon. Once I was done I started scrolling my social media. I noticed that my Twitter notifications were going through more than usual. 

I started through my mentions and saw that all the pictures I saw were of Simon and I. I groaned when I saw the picture that JJ has posted on Twitter. I turned over on my side to wake up Simon. He woke up abruptly and looked over at me.

“What is it? Are you ok?” I shook my head.

“I’m fine but look at Jide’s Twitter.” He grabbed his phone of his bedside table and rushed to Twitter. He looked over to me  his eyes wide and his mouth open.

“I’m going to kill him.” I laughed.

“You’re going to do absolutely nothing! We’re going to talk and that’s about it!” He sighed and gave me a kiss. He called JJ up stairs on his phone. He walked in cautiously as if one of us were going to launch at him.

“God JJ, you can walk in.” Simon laughed.

“Alright, so what is it?” I rolled my eyes.

“You know JJ.” He laughed.

“So I posted the picture, you guys looked cute.” I rubbed my face.

“You should’ve asked first. Next time please ask.” He nodded and apologised before walking out. 

Simon and I talked for a bit more before deciding it was time to officially publicize our relationship. To say we got the best response was a understatement. Majority of the response was good but obviously there was going to be hate. Simon told me to always dismiss it and never listen to it.

“I’m glad he posted that if I’m being honest.” He smiled, lacing our fingers together.


“Now I don’t have hide my love you.” I hid my face in my hands. He pulled my hands away from my face.

“I love you Y/N.” 

“I love you Simon.” 

Dance, Dance - Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by itsme-hannahbaker

a/n: You have to sing the title as the fall out boy song

request: can i get an imagine about reader is dancer, and zach is super proud of his girl. zach keeps telling her to become a cheerleader, but reader doesn’t accept it. but when it comes to zach’s big game, which he’s being so excited about, reader is making a suprise! Xx

word count: 1066

It was a Tuesday evening. Your parents went on a date so you had to ask Zach, your boyfriend, to bring you to dance practice. He only wanted to bring you on one condition. If he could see you dance. You have been dancing since you were 8, you were making your way to the ultimate top but when you were 15 you broke your ankle. It was one pirouette too much. It was a painful and very long recovery but you were slowly getting back to your old level. Even tho it would be the first time your boyfriend saw you dance you agreed with his condition. It was a two hour training so you thought he would get bored anyway and stop watching. But at the one hour break his eyes were still locked at you. Practice was over, you took a quick shower and started to walk towards Zach’s car. He was already inside, waiting for you so you got in.

“Babe, why did you never tell me you were this good?” Zach says overexcited.

“Because I’m not that good, you should have seen me before I broke my ankle. Those were the days I was good, now I’m just growing.”

“Not good? I don’t know what you saw in those mirrors but you were incredible. The way you can move your hips, and it’s so clean and synchronized.”

“Zach you’re exaggerating.” You say while rolling your eyes.

“I have an idea!” Zach suddenly shouts while driving back to your house.

“Why don’t you join the cheersquad? You would be captain without a doubt and we could go to the games together and  you can cheer for me and I can watch you dance!”

“Zach, I’m not ready for everyone to see me dance. I’ve been at such a higher level, if I want people to watch me I have to be at my best.”

You saw the disappointment in Zach’s eyes. He pouted his lip at you.

“Are you suuuure?” You didn’t expect him to be so excited about you dancing.

“Zach I’m sure but it’s really sweet of you that you like it so much. Can I cheer you up with a night of cuddling?” Zach’s face lit up.

“How can I say no to that!”


It had been a week since Zach talked to you about the cheerleader thing. It had been crossing your mind a lot. You always felt attracted by the idea of being a cheerleader but you thought you didn’t had the skills to dance good and try to distract the other team at the same time. Maybe you should join the team, by that you could make some new friends and maybe you could grow even more at dancing. You talked to Sheri, did a list minute try out and joined the team. The whole team was wild about your dance skills they even insisted on you joining the team. Maybe Zach was right, maybe you had some skills.

You had your first training with the girls. You hadn’t told Zach yet about you joining the team. You knew he would be excited and happy for you but you didn’t want to take his mind of the big game.

You were telling the girls about how bad Zach wanted you to be a cheerleader when suddenly Jess asks:

“Have you told him yet?”

“Well no, I didn’t want to take his mind of the big game.”

“Awesome! We should make a surprise for him. We’ll make a hot new dance routine with you in the front.” Jess says full of excitement.

“What? Are you sure?”

“More than sure, let’s do this!” she says while the rest of the girls are nodding affirmatively.

After a couple hours of exhausting training and dancing your, very sexy, butt of the routine was finished. You were rehearsing one last time when suddenly a couple of basketball players started to walk in. Shit! You thought by yourself. Zach couldn’t see you here, otherwise everything was ruined. You picked up your bags and ran out the opposite door where the basketball players were coming from.

You immediately got in your car and went home. When you were home you saw a text from Jess.

“Just in time! You’re going to kill the routine tomorrow!”


It was 2 minutes before halftime. This was going to be your moment, you practiced so hard and you wanted to make Zach proud. Suddenly the buzzer went of  you came from behind the bleachers and stood behind your team. These girls were great, they supported you so much and they weren’t a bunch of jealous bitches as some people said. You were really happy you joined them.

The music started to play, the song you danced on was Hands to myself by Selene Gomez, which you thought was a really good choice.

You all stood on your places and started the routine. It had a lot of sass and bootyshaking so it definitely was a sexy dance. When you looked over to the basketball team you saw Justin smacking Zach shoulder. You saw him say: “Dude, is that y/n?” Suddenly Zach turns around and his eyes met yours right on the moment when you lip sync the part ‘can’t keep my hands to myself’. This made a wide grin appear on Zach’s face during the rest of the routine you felt Zach’s eyes burn while you were dancing as hard as you could. You felt kind of sexy doing it.

The routine was done and everybody started clapping. When you were walking off the court Zach took your wrist and turned you around when he whispered in your ear:

“Damn I think I want a piece of that after the game, baby girl.”

“Only if you finish the game good.” You whisper back giving him a flirtatious wink.

Your boy played like his life depended on it. He couldn’t stop smiling during the second half. He obviously liked it that he could call you his cheerleader now and you didn’t mind at all.

Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! xxx

Caught in the Flashes

(gif credit to the creator)

Pairing: Misha x Reader
Word Count: 1,062
Warnings: none
A/N: Here is my entry for @mysteriouslyme81‘s gif challenge! My prompt was the gif above. HUGE THANKS to @iwantthedean for brainstorming this and giving me a premise and @ellen-reincarnated1967 for the title. Italics are a flashback. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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Everything Happens For A Reason

Luke Alvez x Reader

Requested: No. But, this is actually based on a true story, it was honestly the worst and my mind obviously went to ‘what if this situation happened with a CM character’ and so here we are!

Summary: When you come home from a long day from work and you find out your keys are not in your bag, you get help from a stranger who happens to be incredibly good looking…

Word Count: 1,064, Warnings: None.

Originally posted by criminalmindscreencaps

Goosebumps formed on your soft skin as you walked on the streets of Washington D.C. to your apartment. The cold air brushing against your body made you regret not bringing a jacket to work that morning. All you could think about was getting into a warm bath, putting on your most comfy pyjamas and binge watching ‘Friends’. You rubbed your bare arms, teeth chattering at the wind as you walked down the road to your apartment complex. Your neighbour had just entered in before you and so they held the door for you. You politely thanked them as you attempted to keep open your tired eyes as you walked up to the third floor.

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belgastel  asked:

i don't know if you're still taking these but whatever, thought i'd try anyway lol malec + "Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”

anonymous said: Malec + “have you seen the.. oh”

magnus loved potions. the process of making them required precision and research, patience, it was a delicate thing and there was something about it that magnus loved.

this potion however, was just being a little shit.

it required different amounts of each ingredient depending on who wanted to use it, and this particular combination was one magnus hadn’t encountered before. which is why he’s spent the entire day behind the closed doors of his office, brewing and mixing, trying to get it right.

he even called catarina, who was now in the living room, working out how much of the last few ingredients they’d need and tweaking the spell required to finish the potion.

magnus stretches his hand out to the side of the table, reaching for an herb he needed to add, but finding that it’s not there. his eyes scan his desk, but he doesn’t see the jar he’s looking for.

making his way to the living room, he yells out, “have you seen the… oh.”

magnus freezes in his spot as he takes in the scene in front of him. catarina sitting on the counter, chatting happily, talking with her hands as she’s always done. and the person she’s talking to is alec, who is putting pink and purple flowers in a deep blue vase, an easy smile on his face.

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Title: Broken - If It Can Bleed Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader (next part), Sam, Cas (one line, though he’s not seen.)

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Blood, reader is badly injured, implied violence, maybe a swear word or two.

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is part one of that assassin story I told you about! I’m not 100% sure how long it will be at this point but right now my guess is around 7 parts, not too long, not too short, and I hope you guys are as excited about it as I am! If you want to get tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

*Gif is not mine, all gifs used on my blog are from Google Images.*

     Light streamed in the in through the glass your cheek was currently pressed against, stinging your eyes in the seconds you managed to keep them from falling shut again and warming your sticky, blood-covered skin. It took you all of one shuttering, raw breath to remember what had happened - the fists and claws, the panic and pain. They’d found you.

     Recognition surged through your thoughts as your heightened sense of hearing picked up on the powerful engine of the vehicle you were in, speeding down the road surely faster than what was legal. You were being taken somewhere - you were being taken back to her. No. You couldn’t allow that, you couldn’t go back.

     Not now, not ever.

     You didn’t have time to formulate a solid plan, didn’t even stop to think about the extent of your injuries and whether or not you were even capable of executing one, and flew solely on fear and the guttural need to get away from the people holding you captive. So with what sorry bit of strength you had left you fumbled for the seatbelt pressing in on your slashed chest, curled your hand under the seat to let your claws discreetly slid free, and then –

     “How much longer ‘till we get to the hospital?”

     You paused at the unfamiliar voice.

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Alternative Lifestyle

Request: ok but I really love the YouTuber!AU where Reader is also a YouTuber could you maybe do a fic where Dan is highkey a huge fan of reader’s channel and maybe when they meet he’s super hype?

A/N: Behold, the request that started it all. Enjoy! (Word count: 2k)

“Hey guys! So in today’s video I’m going to talk about how I singlehandedly ruined another dinner with friends.” 

Dan sat back in his bed, wearing nothing but his PJ bottoms and catching up on the youtubers in his subscription feed. These were the moments where he forgot he was a celebrity, forgot that he was also a youtuber, and just felt like that same fanboy from all those years ago. His current favorite was your account. You didn’t upload much, but when you did, it was usually some story about how your awkwardness or lack of social skills messed things up so bad you had to apologize and leave the venue. You also vlogged when you travelled, which was quite often. He loved knowing all the places you’d been to, and felt a twinge in his chest when you mentioned being in a country or city that he himself had been to. You also did some sketches here and there, but saved those for when you were feeling truly creative. If Dan was being honest, he wasn’t so much a fan of those, he liked seeing you when you were authentic, talking about your real life. Not to mention you were attractive. Dan had subscribed as a thirst follow in the beginning, but once he started watching your videos he realized your personality was just as magnetic as your looks. Wary of the Phans, he never reached out to you on social media platforms, and since you lived in America, he didn’t really have a chance at meeting you, which made him upset. He’d totally date you, if he had the chance, though he thought you were probably too cool to date someone like him, and you were also probably scared of the Phans’ reaction to him dating anyone other than Phil. Still, the man could dream, right?


The plane touched down in Orlando, and Dan jolted out of sleep. He looked out the window and saw nothing but rain hitting the window and the blurry image of palm trees blowing in the wind. Over to his right he lowered the divider and saw that Phil was still passed out, unaffected by the landing. He shook his friend awake, and the two of them off-boarded the train and muddled through customs. The uber ride was smooth, and they only encountered fans when they finally reached the hotel. While Dan smiled and took a few pictures, he couldn’t help but wonder how people still managed to find out where he and Phil would be, especially since they hadn’t told anyone. He still loved all the love he received, and his smiles were genuine in those pictures.

That night the two of them decided not to go out and eat for fear of finding more Phans to entertain when they could barely keep their eyes open. Instead they retired to their own rooms early and ordered room service. Knowing if he went to sleep now he’d just wake up in the middle of the night, Dan opened up his computer and started going through some of his subscriptions, always coming back to one of your videos. The sound of your voice echoed throughout the suite while he went about getting ready for bed. The time was 11 PM, and he needed to actually wake up at a reasonable time tomorrow so he could head out to Playlist in the morning.

“Well, I guess that’s it for today’s adventure in Tokyo! I’ll see you guys tomorrow for the grueling flight to Osaka as our Japan trip continues! Bye guys!”

Dan fell asleep with your videos on autoplay, it almost felt like you were actually in the room with him. The next morning his computer was dead and his alarm was blasting. He plugged his laptop in, sent Phil a wake up text, quickly showered, and wondered which all-black attire he would be wearing today. He decided on something simple, he’d probably try to look a bit nicer for the meet and greet tomorrow. Today he was just panelling. Dan couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be there, if he’d get some time away to at least look for you. Chances are he wouldn’t, but it still gave him a spark of hope. It was like that feeling fans got when they tweeted at celebrities, a part of them knew it wouldn’t be seen, but there was always a chance they would. No matter, everything he did today would be monitored by his fans, and he didn’t need to stir up drama in his own community.

The panel went smoothly, lots of questions answered and fun banter with his best friend. He was currently in the VIP section, where many youtubers he recognized (and some he’d never seen before) were mingling. None of them were closer than acquaintances, so he stuck by Phil for most of the day, which sucked because Phil was social in crowds and Dan was a nightmare. In a moment where no one was bothering him and he wasn’t being noticed, he thought he heard someone mention your name and curiosity got the best of him. He slipped away but before he could start searching a couple fans came up to him asking for pictures and bustling with excitement. Luckily they were down to earth, but it still reminded him why he hated being at these kinds of events. He knew the attention would be drawn to him the longer he stood in the open, so he made it back to where Phil was and the two of them decided to head home for the night.

Checking your twitter, Dan didn’t see anything indicating that you were going to be there. Disappointing. He really wished he could’ve met you, but maybe it was for the best. He probably would’ve embarrassed himself in front of you anyway. Checking his subscriptions, he saw you had uploaded today. A simple QnA. Your cheerful intro perked his mood back up. Whether he met you or not, he would always love seeing your face. He knew that it would be another early day, and the jet lag paired with the panel had him beat. He only had enough energy to watch your most recent video, he was practically nodding off already.

“SnakePop says: ‘I love your videos, would you ever date a fan?’ Aww thanks! If I met a fan that was around my age and wasn’t totally obsessed with me and I thought they were cute, then yeah of course I’d date them!”

Dan perked up. His heart twisted at your words. Now he really wished he could have met you. You were willing to date a fan and he would gladly be the one you dated. He barely paid attention to the rest of the questions, just watching the way you spoke until he fell asleep thinking about the two of you together.

The following day Dan got himself dressed up nice, and so did Phil. The two of them were doing the meet and greet today, which meant hours of standing and tears and hugging and cheek-aching smiles. Dan grinned at his reflection while brushing his teeth, it was going to be great. He was buzzing with excitement, even though the day was dreary and drizzling. For the time being, thoughts of you had left his mind.  He couldn’t wait to see his wonderful and supportive fans.


The meet and greet was as tiring as it was rewarding for the both of them. Once it was over Dan and Phil retired to their rooms and took very long naps. Hours later, Dan was getting a message from Phil. He wanted to know if they were going to hit up any youtuber parties. Dan wanted to say no. Most of these parties were going to be full of smaller scale youtubers trying to get promos, and none of their actual friends were there regardless. Dan replied, seeing if he wanted to just catch dinner instead. Now that all their events had passed, many of the Phans were out of the city and they felt more comfortable about not being spotted while out.

The sushi place wasn’t as good as something they could find in Tokyo, or even in London, but it certainly hit the spot. The two men enjoyed their quiet evening, and luckily no one recognized them while they sat and ate dinner. Their flight back to London was early tomorrow so they opted not to have a couple drinks. They paid the check, sat around and talked for a little, decided to stay late anyway and ordered mochi, paid for that, then decided it was time to call it a night. They had a flight to catch tomorrow.

As they were getting their coats on, Dan heard it. A sizeable group had been sitting in the far corner of the restaurant. They were getting up to leave and Dan swore he caught it, your voice. He froze in place, confusing Phil and a few patrons. “You alright?” Phil asked. Dan didn’t respond, he was too busy searching the dimly lit place for your face. Finally he saw it. You were even more beautiful in real life. He wanted to punch himself in the face for sounding so cheesy. You wore simple clothes, but to Dan you could’ve been a model walking the runway in front of him. Whatever joke your friend made had you full on laughing with your head thrown back. Dan wanted to make you laugh like that. Did he want to talk to you? Badly. Was he going to? Probably not, he didn’t even know what to say. Phil put a hand on his shoulder, and Dan shrugged it off. Before he could talk himself out of it he was walking, coming toward you. He could see you holding a camera in your right hand. So you were vlogging this trip. Dan looked forward to watching the video later, remembering that he had actually been this close to you.

Christ, he felt like a fanboy.

After a few exhausting hours of Playlist Live, you wanted to do nothing but sleep until you caught the flight back home tomorrow, but your friends had insisted you come out with them. After a couple drinks you were glad they’d convinced you to come out. The food had been nice, and for once you’d just put the camera down and enjoyed your time. As you all got your things together, everyone in your group fell silent suddenly, looking toward the exit. You turned your head, wondering what they were all staring at.

It was Dan Howell, and he was coming right toward you.

Well, probably not actually coming toward you, but it at least seemed that way. You waited for him to turn left or right and head in another direction, but he was coming straight for you. He was in a sharp outfit, something clearly high fashion and probably worth more than the apartment you lived in. You were too shocked to be starstruck. Your friends all moved away as he stopped about a foot in front of you. “Uh, hello. Sorry to walk up to you like this but…you’re from youtube right?” You blinked. He was asking about you? His voice was small and shy, he could barely meet your eyes. He was just as adorable as he was online, you thought.

Fuck, he’d asked you a question, right?

“Yeah, I am.” Like a dork you lifted your camera and waved it a little. “You’re Danisnotonfire right?” His face lit up and he smiled. “Yeah I am. You know me?” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Well, it’d be weird if I didn’t. You’re kind of a celebrity in the community,” you said. Dan gave an awkward laugh and his face burned. He fought the urge to look down at his feet. “Sorry, I don’t like to assume. Not everyone knows me, ya know? Anyway, sorry to bother you I just…well I watch your videos and I’m a pretty big fan. I love your travel vlogs like especially when you go to places I’ve been before and-” He was rambling. He knew he was rambling yet he just kept going. When he was out of breath, he could see that you were giggling at him softly. Now his face was definitely red, he was embarrassing himself in front of his favorite youtuber. “Sorry Dan,” you covered your mouth and tried to hide your smile, “I’m not laughing at you I just-I find it so sweet that you’re a fan of me when I was practically in love with you when I was younger. It’s kinda surreal.” Great, he was coming off like a crazy fan and you were probably afraid of him now.

Looking around, you noticed your friends had mysteriously disappeared. Now that he was in front of you, you really remembered how handsome he was. He seemed to be embracing the curls and you liked it very much. “I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t ruined your night by acting all twitchy and odd.” Great. It was on to the self-deprecating jokes now. “No you could never. I had, like the biggest crush on you when I was younger. I never thought I’d meet you. And if I did, then I’d probably be so much worse.” Dan heard your words, but his mind was stuck on ‘crush’. Your friends were now giving you slightly impatient looks from the front door. “Well Dan,” you smiled big at him, “it was so awesome meeting you, but I think my friends are two minutes away from making me walk back to the hotel so…I guess I’ll be seeing you online?” Dan was stuck in place, watching you smile and feeling you brush past him to leave the restaurant.


You stopped and turned back around. “Do you think that…that maybe you’d want to do something sometime? Or like would you-” Dan took a deep breath. “Could I have your number? Or email, or whatever you use to keep in touch.” Your heart melted. He was stumbling over his words. The Dan Howell, famous youtuber extraordinaire, was actually nervous in front of you and asking for your number. “Sure, lemme see your phone.” You quickly put your information in, even snapped a selfie for the contact photo. Your hands brushed as you gave his phone back, and Dan swallowed. Maybe it was the couple of drinks or the fact that this was a once in a lifetime moment, but you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He was still frozen when you and your friends left the restaurant.

Phil brought an arm around his friend’s shoulders, pulling him outside and calling a car to take them back. “And just who was that?” Dan ignored him, though. He kept looking at your number, reading the digits back. He couldn’t believe it, he had met you, his favorite youtuber, his online crush. And the best part was: You liked him too.

new frontiers in awesomeness
  • In recent weeks I note that my insomnia has evolved from what used to be a fairly standard variety of being wide freaking awake between 2:00 and 4:00 into something more like a twilight level of consciousness which lasts all night. I’m horizontal and sometimes asleep-ish, but never deeply. No REM, no delta, no dreams—no rest. This development has the dual disadvantages of 1) losing a couple hours of quiet thinking/reading time per night and 2) leaving me even more exhausted every day.
  • My dad is starting to have some health challenges now. Nothing major, yet, but he’s 77 and at that point minor things tend to evolve quickly and unpredictably. I have an ominous feeling that managing his health will be an increasing part of the landscape in the coming months. Adding color: he’s a trying patient.
  • In the next week or so, I need to have an extremely difficult conversation with my de facto boss who also happens to be my sister’s husband. It’s one of those things that’s obviously the right thing to do, yet has almost unlimited downside in practical terms. Adulting is a horror movie without end. If any of you are thinking about working for/with family, let me know and I will stop you by any means necessary.
  • Coaching baseball isn’t like running marathons, but it is constant, daily activity. 25,000 steps a day if you’re into counting. And after just one week of not doing it, I have conjured a Homer Simpson belly. I’m so jealous of people who exercise regularly and have something positive to show for it, as opposed to just an absence of negative, which is the best I can hope for, apparently. I imagine at my current trajectory even that will soon be too much to ask.
  • And a whole bunch of Feelings that I’ll leave unwritten, obviously.
Hooked on a feeling

(NOT my gif or characters expect reader)

Pairings: Bucky x reader (reader x Peter Quill, just flirty)

Warnings; Language. Jealous!Bucky, a little ashole Bucky, grammar mistakes (yeah, I need to put it as a warning)

A/N: I’m SO sorry guys! I know I should be working on Barter but I’m extremelly hyped about Infinity wars, I can’t comprehend that my two favourite characters OF ALL TIME are gonna be together in the same freaking movie! * LOUD pterodactil noises*. SO I need to let out my enthusiasm somehow.

Summary: After the last attack to the Earth and the galaxy by evil forces, the Avengers and their new friends must devise a plan to work together in case of need. You connect instantly with Peter, and everyone seems to agree with the new arrangement except Bucky.

- Why the fuck didn’t they go back home yet? 

- Language!

Bucky walk away from the table he’s sharing with Steve rolling his eyes at the good manners of his best friend.

- Why are you so obsessed with they staying here, by the way? - Steve asks taking another sip of his coffee

- Just saying that they can turn back home whenever they want - the brunette shrugs 

- Come on, pal, you don’t even have to deal with them - the blonde responds calmly - Tony has confecioned everything so they have their own floor. In any case… it would Y/N the one complaining, since she is the one who has to devise the protocol. At least she has entertainment.

Steve has a hard time trying to don’t laugh at the expression of his best friend, instead, he makes another long sip to his drink while Bucky makes holes in the floor with his tormented gaze.

Since the alien threat was defeated, The Avengers and The Guardians of the Galaxy, as they call themselves, work together in the creation of an emergency protocol in case the Earth would be threated again. Is that so, because the Captain of the new group of superheroes, Peter Quill, is, in fact, human. And thruth been told, The Avengers could use a little help some time to time, especially if a superior alien race tries to invade the Earth, as just happened.

To concoct that protocol the team has chosen you to mediate between the two parts. Firstly because you are the new recruit and secondly because you have a natural gift to get a long with people, aliens or not. As expected, you quickly develop a strong bond with Peter.

To all of that Steve is having a great time observing the situation. Especially observing his best friend, the one who has always rejected his feelings towards you.

- What do you mean? - Bucky furrows

- Nothing man, nothing - Steve pick up the dishes trying to hide a smile - Want to go training? 

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Hi hello it’s been a while.Few important PSA’s-
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Sort of.

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Magnus walks out of the hall along with the other Downworlders.

He can hear sounds of people chatting and laughing in the crowd that’s now filtered into the main street,branching off into groups.

A few ask him to join them for a drink or to stay a while to talk,but he politely declines the offer.

He has only one thing on his mind and that’s sleep.

It’s been a long 24 hours,filled with debates and negotiations and compromises and Magnus feels more or less dead on his feet.

He knows it’s only the second day of the conference between the Shadowhunters and the Downworlders, but he’s exhausted from all the discussions.

Who knew revising the Accords would be such a pain?

(Magnus did, actually.He knew exactly what he was signing up for when he accepted the invitation, but he came anyway,because he knew it had to be done.)

As he walks towards his lodging on the rapidly darkening path,he notices the sights and sounds of Idris in her last hours.

There are boisterous cries from taverns and giggling teenagers on the streets. A brown tabby darts into a dark alley.Despite the lateness of the hour,boys and girls are still playing on the street.He sees couples walking back from dinner outside, cuddled up to eachother against the cold dusk wind.As he nears his cottage,he hears birds chirping as they fly to their nests to turn in for the night.

He feels a pang of sadness when he sees a weapons shop that specialises in archery tools and remembers his boyfriend,far away in New York.

Time-zones are a bitch and Magnus and Alec just haven’t been able to negotiate proper calling hours.

He enters his cottage and after removing his makeup,changing and shooting off a quick text to Alec saying he’s done for the day, he’s out like a lamp.




“It’s a Lightwood versus Lightwood battle.Who will emerge victorious? As the two siblings face-off in a stubborn war of wills,who will crumble?Will it be the hot archer or the badass whip-wielder?Who will face the ultimate punishment of failure?What will be the outcome of this intense mental tussle?Who wi-“

“Jace,shut up.”

It’s an exasperated Jace that rolls his eyes and throws his hands in the air.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, can’t you guys keep this for later so we can go back to sparring?Just say yes,Alec.God knows I can do with a drink too.”

Alec looks like he’ll just reply in the negative again but before he can,Izzy says,”Just one.Or actually you don’t even have to drink.Just come with us.You’ve been all mopey since Magnus left.Getting out of the Institute will do you good.”

Alec indignantly replies,”I have not been mopey.”

He receives the same scarily identical Are you shitting me? expression from his siblings.

Jace says,”I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.The time has come to take strong measures. Either you come with us tonight to the club or we call Magnus and tell him what you did when you were 6.”

Alec weighs the possibilities.He doesn’t like people and the ones in clubs are possibly the worst.But he knows Jace will stick to his word. And Alec doesn’t know if he’s ready for Magnus to find out 15 year old embarrassing memories just yet.

So it’s with a defeated sigh and alarm bells ringing in his brain that he says,”Izzy,yes.”

“The battle of the century has concluded and what a fight it has been.The dangerous female warrior has emerged victorious, while her disgraced stoic opponent languishes in his failure.Ladies and gentlemen, what we have witnessed tod-“

Jace admits that he possibly deserved the punch(es).


Alec doesn’t know how much he’s had to drink,but he knows it’s enough for him to not give a fuck about it.

He vaguely remembers the fact that he didn’t want to come for a drink but honestly, he can’t seem to recollect why.

Everything is pleasantly fuzzy and his mind isn’t exactly crystal clear but you know what?

He couldn’t care less if he tried.

It’s probably a testament to how drunk he is that when he sees Izzy walking towards him,he actually smiles and waves her over,effectively drawing the attention of a bunch of people nearby.

(He flashes them a smile too.)

There’s a part of his brain going What the fuck am I doing? but he silences it.

He notices that Izzy has a cautious look on her face and as soon as she’s close enough to be heard,she asks, ”Alec,how much have you had to drink?”

He knows that he should know the answer but he doesn’t so he settles for,”I’d tell you if I knew.But I don’t. So I can’t.So I won’t.So you don’t. So I don’t.Wait,I already said tha-HI JACE!”

Alec thinks Jace has never looked prettier than when he’s looking at him now.


Izzy looks at Jace and says,”I know.”

Jace is fiddling with his phone and in moments,Alec has it in front of his face.

“What are you doing?I don’t like it.Your phone case is nice though. Blue is a pretty colour.”

Jace looks like he’s keeping his balance with difficulty with all the laughing he’s doing.

“Magnus-going to-love this,”he manages to wheeze out.

To Alec,this statement has only one significant word.


Izzy’s face is quickly taking on the look of someone who realises they’ve just done something very stupid.

“Oh god,” she says.

Alec,however,has no time for God.


Izzy decides that it’s time to take some action.By take some action,she means get the fuck out of there.

It’s through a few tactfully phrased We’re going to see Magnus’s and Your boyfriend’s at the Institute, Alec’s that Izzy manages to get Alec in the car and they’re on their way.

(She settles for a less diplomatic approach with Jace and just kicks his shin to make him stop laughing and get in the car.)

They’re almost at the Institute and Izzy is trying to figure out what to tell Alec about his boyfriend supposedly at the Institute (or lack thereof) when there’s a soft voice from the back.

“He isn’t really at the Institute,is he?”

It sounds so sad and absolutely crushed and only now does Izzy realise how much Alec really misses Magnus.

“No,”she sighs, ”no he isn’t.”

Jace is now hacking up a lung in the passenger seat about how Alec’s a clingy drunk and how his mental age reduces by 10 after having a few drinks and Izzy’s about one minute away from stopping the car on the side of the road and refusing to go on until Jace gets out.

She catches sight of Alec’s face in the mirror and she doesn’t know whether it’s because he looks so depressed and she doesn’t even bother to think of the consequences before she says,”You can call him, maybe?”

On second thoughts,she probably should’ve been expecting the sudden, wild “IZZY,YES.I CAN TALK TO MAGNUS ON THE PHONE.”

(She nearly drives the car into a ditch.)

Alec’s got Magnus on speed dial (obviously), so it’s only a matter of seconds before there’s a faint ringing in the car.


Magnus is brought awake by the sound of his phone ringing.

His first thought is that something’s gone horribly wrong and the Shadowhunters or Downworlders have done something stupid and now, they’re calling to tell him that the meetings are all off because there will never be peace.

But then he sees the caller ID.


The few seconds it takes for him to accept the call are filled with speculation.It’s not like Alec doesn’t know that he’ll be asleep. They’ve spent countless hours dissing time zones and texting I miss you’s and I miss your voice’s and I miss your bo-never mind.


If he was groggy before,he definitely isn’t anymore.

“Alexander?Is everything alright?”

He has to move his phone away from his ear to prevent his ear drums from bursting.


Magnus feels like he’s having an out-of-body experience.

“Alexander,” he starts tentatively, “are you…are you drunk?

(He can’t stop himself from adding an “I miss you,too.” in a softer voice because they are Saps ™ and he does miss his boyfriend,so much.)

He could probably hear Alexander’s reply from the other side of Idris.


Now,Magnus can hear a muffled indignant Hey! in the background from Jace and what sounds suspiciously like a kick followed by a whined, “Oh my god, Izzy for fuck’s sake.”

But Magnus has other things to think about.

“Alexander,how much have you had to drink exactly?”


At that,Magnus just looses it.

There’s this intense longing-no,craving -for his boyfriend he hasn’t allowed himself to feel since he left New York,and it’s so strong.

In a significantly softer voice,he says, “Three more days,darling.Three more days.I miss you too.So much.”


As Magnus says, ”Good night,Alexander,” and thinks about how he quite likes this side of his boyfriend, he’s certain he can hear someone(probably Jace) choking on the other end of the line.

He hangs up and goes back to bed, feeling infinitely better than before, eager for this conference to end and his return to his boyfriend in New York.

sweet jealousy ❖ yixing

You were chilling with the boys in the backstage after the show. It was about damn time you spent some time with them after three months of skype calls. You lived in Seoul in a little flat that you boght yourself, near the dorm so you could visit the members when they were in town and spend quality time with your boyfriend. Earlier that day you decided you would wait for their fansign to end and make a quick visit in the backstage. As usual the quick visit soon became a reason to spend as much time with them as possible. You really enjoyed their company and they considered you a little sister, since you were always with them because of Yixing. Now you were comfortably seated on the couch, playing with Soo’s hair as he read a book. Since you came in Yixing had been a little distant: he just said hi and kissed your cheek once, then he kept the distance; and you’re obviously not going to be the first to approach. You knew Yixing well at this point, but you had no idea why he was behaving like that. So you just enjoyed your time with the other members and waited for him to come.
A couple hours and you were finally at the dorm with your boyfriend Yixing and the others. You were absolutely exhausted, and even a little bit sad because Yixing hadn’t talked to you yet. He just kept quiet the whole night and since you entered the dorm he was in the kitchen doing God knows what. Still not paying attention to you. And you were tired of it you almost felt tears forming at the corner of your eyes. But you were not going to let this ruin your mood, and surely you weren’t going to let this behavior slide. You didn’t even do anything to make him distant! Let’s give him a reason to be mad. You thought.
If there’s a thing that you learned in one year of being Yixing’s girlfriend was that he definitely was the jealous and posessive type. He wanted his things to be in his complete control, especially if you were the subject. Multiple times he came at you being all grumpy and angry because you showed a little affection to one of the other members, even if he had nothing to fear.
So when you saw Jongdae on the couch, sitting all by himself, you saw the opportunity to finally get Yixing’s attention. You knew Yixing was still in the kitchen, with a perfect view of the livingroom, and, for consequence, of the couch. You take a seat near Dae, legs crossed and looking at him. He was scrolling through his phone when he noticed your stare and turned his head, putting his phone down.
“Hey Y/N, need anything?” he asks. Jongdae was indeed a very handsome man, but you weren’t attracted to him in a romantic way, he was the kindest brother he could be with you tho. And he had an angelic voice.
“Yes please, i’m getting bored. Please sing something to me Dae!” you put in act your cute eyes and he smiles, visibly embarassed.
“You could ask Yixing, he’s in the kitchen doing nothing now.” He says with a moking smile, smart boy.
“Please help me, he doesn’t talk to me” you whisper. All the members know you so well, they catch your every move and they understand you like they’re your brothers.
He lays his head on your lap and starts singing a part of “I’m not okay” which you loved. As he sings, he makes sure to be loud and clear and soon you see with the corner of your eye, Yixing’s head picking from the kitchen. So you slide your right hand in Dae’s hair and you smile. And soon you get the reaction you want.
“Y/N, may we talk? Upstairs, in our room?” he says with a deep tone.
Your eyes meet those of Jongdae and he quickly gets up and winks at you, smiling widely. “Always happy to help” he would’ve said if he could. But you’re pretty sure the look that Yixing gave him startled him to the point where he couldn’t manage to talk.
You run up the the stairs with Yixing following you, you hear his loud and angry steps. He stomps his way to your shared room and shuts the door, locking it. He gets closer, blocking you between the wall, giving you the stare.
“Hi, i’m Yixing, your boyfriend. I’m a singer. My pleasure.” He blurts out, looking at you angrily.
You had what you wanted now, his attention.
“Oh wow, really? I didn’t know my boyfriend was supposed to ignore me all day long.” You clap back. Sarcasm was your only defense, he was towering over you, with his broad shoulders covering your view and his hands placed on the wall at the sides of your head.
“I didn’t ignore you!” his voice has raised now and you can see a bit of shame in his eyes.
Uhm yes you did. And i’m pissed at you for that, do you know how long did i wait for you to- you were cut off by his lips placing a little peck on yours, he always did it to shut you up.
“Does he sing better than I do?” he whispers in your ear. He doesn’t give you time to answer as his lips were on yours once again, moving in a needy kiss. He quickly takes your thighs in his grip before carrying you to the bed, still leaving sloppy kisses on your mouth as your breathe was already short. You missed him too much, but that was the last thing you wanted to say.
“Does he kiss you better than I do?” he talks again. His tone his deep, clearly showing his jealousy.
“What are you saying I didn’t even kiss- you were cut off again. He started biting on your neck and sucking on your collarbone, giving more attention to your sweet spot, which he knew too damn well.
A moan escapes your mouth in the moment you realize his lips are around your left nipple, lightly licking it. Your shirt was gone and your bra was down to your ribs while he worked lovingly on you. He adored showing love to your breasts and you were completely down with it, as you were quite a lot sensitive on that area.

“You love making me jealous, don’t you?” he whispers in your ear, slipping off your pair of shorts along with your panties. You whimper, trying to catch your breath as his fingers slide from your breasts to your bellybutton, and down to your already wet clit. He starts to draw imaginary circles on your womanhood but the slow pace is making you crazy, you want more, you want him.

“Please Yixing.” your voice is high-pitched and your breath is shaking, you’ve been waiting for too long. You help him take his shirt off, followed by his pants and boxers. He enters in you with a rough thrust, making you scream his name. You knew the other members were out there in the dorm but you couldn’t care less at the moment. 

He sets a slow yet rough pace and you loose your mind. With every thrust he goes a little deeper and the room is soon filled with your moans and his low grunts. He loves making sure you know who has the power between the sheets, pinning your wrists over your head and shutting you up with wet kisses. His manhood makes you walls stretch to the impossible, almost making you feel like you’re being teared apart: it’s painful yet wonderful sensation. You’d make love to Yixing all day long. 

He whispers sweet nothings to your ear, he takes time to pin a strand of rebel hair behind your ear and observe your face and expressions. He smiles widely and he goes in for another powerful thrust that touches your g spot just perfectly. With a couple more, deeper thrusts you reach your climax mumbling his name until your lungs are empty. He helps you ride your orgasm, rubbing the tip of his member on your over-sensitive clit, before realizing his semen on your stomach. 

“I should ignore you more often.” he says with a playful smirk on his lips, leaning in to peck your lips gently.

“Hoe don’t even try it, I would kill you with my pair of scissors if you ever think about it.” you answer as you get up to go and take a shower. He follows you, surrounding your waist with his muscular arms and kissing your shoulder.

“Shower sex?” he asks wiggling his eyebrows. You quickly run into the bathroom, locking the door.

“No, you’ve been bad.” you shout to be heard. 

“But I learned my lesson!” he replies back, placing his palms on the door.

You hear him whining loudly and then stomping back to bed, but he sure can wait until next round.


ugh I’m sorry this took so long :( but I didn’t have my computer with me

but I hope this turned out how you wanted it, thanks for requesting !!

also, now that I have my computer I will write more often, thanks to all of you for your patience :)

until next time, I send love bye !!

- neb