who else caught this be honest


I remember all the promises we’ve made together—all the good things you’ve said that I thought would last forever. We were like kids writing our futures without knowing how time could change us—how the world will try to always make us reminisce the past. How the people around us will try to mold us into something we didn’t want.


It was the different type of love. I don’t know if fate is real or if destiny confuses us about what we feel. But I always imagine you with me, and my heart beating with yours in symphony. It was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. The most wonderful feeling I couldn’t get tired of.


There’s always something that goes in between. Pedestrians passing by— every time the traffic lights signal us to stop. When you were walking fast yet caught up behind someone who is walking slowly enough. When you already want to do the things you love, but you saw something that puts a doubt in your heart. When you thought you already found someone who you can’t enjoy living without.


I choose you over anything else, hoping that you’ll also end up picking me over everybody else. Yet I put a finger on your lips telling you to stop spreading all the sugar coated lies. I point to your chest, hoping for you to be honest. Darling I think I couldn’t take it anymore, if you continue to pretend that you still love me more.


Believe when I say that everything will be okay, even if it will take a lot of time for me to heal. In the end I will surely learn from all of this things. I will still carry the love I have somewhere inside me. Not for you, but for—each and every—broken part of me. This is how I should let go of you. One by one, I’ll remove my fingertips away from holding your hands. One by one I’ll let go of you so you can rest and breathe. Day by day, letting go will ease the pain.

And until my hands stop bleeding, my soul will suddenly appreciate the wonderful life I’m living. In the end my heart will learn how to love myself more—and will finally consider it as my home.

—  ma.c.a // I should stop holding on you
Give me a break.

Hii! I know it’s been forever since I wrote something and I’m very sorry. There’s been so much on my mind lately and so many things that made me feel overwhelmed and I just needed to sort it out. This is kind of very loosely based on ‘Love me or leave me’ by Little Mix because someone requested it. I hope you like it. I plan on writing a second part.xxx

“Well, maybe I don’t fucking care anymore!”
It seemed like his booming voice made the whole house vibrate. It seemed like it cut right through Y/N. His words felt like he took a knife and rammed it into her heart and to top it all off he twisted it slowly so the pain had time to spread.
These last weeks felt like nothing but pain for her. He was never home and even when he was he somehow wasn’t. She let him in and he pushed her away. He pushed her so far away she couldn’t feel him anymore.
“Why are you still here then!?”
She had had enough. If he didn’t care anymore he could walk out the door and never come back.
Harry scoffed, turned around and walked up the stairs. When he slammed the bedroom door shut Y/N could feel the last bit of connection between them slipping away completely.
It’s never been this harsh. They slammed doors and yelled hurtful things before but it’s never been like this. Somehow this felt final.
She didn’t know how it happened, how everything between them began to crumble. But it did.
She didn’t feel his loving touch in at least three months. She didn’t hear his loving words in at least three months.
They fought almost every day and when they didn’t fight they didn’t talk to each other at all. Mornings were spent alone and cold, both waking up at their own times without a good morning kiss or a cuddle or anything at all. Nights were even worse. They went to sleep in the same bed but facing away from each other. They never solved their problems before bed. They broke their rule every single night and went to bed angry.
And even though right now Y/N might think it would be better if their paths would part she also knew she wouldn’t recover from it. Harry was the love of her life. She knew she could never be happy without him.
And so she broke down. Ugly sobs and fat tears. The whole weight of the last few months finally got too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was sure she’s never cried this much in her entire life. She was sure she never felt so hurt but numb at the same time before.
She didn’t know what the hell went wrong. What she did to push him away. What she did that made him stop loving her.
He doesn’t love you anymore.
Those were the words that constantly replayed in her head, after every fight.
He hates me.
She couldn’t find another explanation. That was the only reason she could think of as to why he wasn’t interested in fixing things between them.

When she met him she was sure he was the most wonderful person she’s ever met. He looked at her as if she was the most important thing on earth. He cooked the most delicious dinner for her. He held doors for her. He made her laugh and feel appreciated.
When she really got to know him she was knocked off her feet. He was the most gentle and loving man she could have ever imagined. He was there for her. He was the place she ran to when the world overwhelmed her. He was her happy place. Her home.
When things got a bit rough they stuck together. They were a team. They faced everything together and fought through it.
Y/N was the happiest girl ever. She thought she found her forever. Her happily ever after.
Until the perfect relationship began to change into great, then good, then normal and then…
Into whatever they had now.
She couldn’t take it anymore. And the worst thing was that there was no way out of this hell. They can’t go back to where they’ve once been. And parting ways? No fucking way could she survive without him.

It was three hours and twenty tissues later when Harry finally exited the bedroom and came down the stairs. Y/N was standing in front of the big living room window which had a view over what seemed like half of London. Her back was turned to Harry, her hair messy and her frame slightly shaking.
She knew that whatever would come now would change everything. She knew that they reached a point were something had to happen. Anything.
Harry took a deep breath and took the last few step towards her. Y/N closed her eyes when she felt his warmth. She hadn’t felt it in so long.
When he reached his hand out thread his fingers through hers she flinched. Harry could feel his heart breaking at her reaction to his touch. He closed the gap between them and pressed his chest flush against her back. That’s when Y/N started to cry again. Her whole body shook with the force of her tears and the whimpers and sobs seemed to get louder with every passing second.
“Shhh.” Harry tried to calm her and finally wrapped his arms around her from behind.
He nuzzled his face into her neck where she always smelled so good and that’s when he realized how long he hasn’t done that.
Y/N moved her arms so she could intertwine both her hands with his. She didn’t remember the last time she held his hand. She used to love his hands so much, always playing with his fingers and kissing his knuckles.
Harry kept pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and squeezed her tighter to him every time a whimper left her lips.
They stood like that for at least ten minutes before Y/N turned around in his arms and hugged him again. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands stroking softly over her back while her hands were fisting his shirt. She couldn’t get close enough. She needed him closer. Her hands wandered down underneath his shirt to touch his skin. Harry shuddered when her cold hands touched his skin but he knew she needed this. She hasn’t felt his skin in forever. It almost felt foreign.

When they finally pulled away from each other both of them were scared to let go. This couldn’t be it. They needed each other.
“We have to talk, Harry.” she whispered and pressed her forehead against his.
“I know, my love.”
My love. Was she still his love?
She thought he hated her.
They sat down at the kitchen table across from each other. Both of them couldn’t be fast enough to reach out for each other again and when their hands bumped against each other they both laughed softly. For the first time in months.
None of them wanted to be the first to say anything. Until Harry finally couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“I didn’t mean anything that I said earlier. Or… in the last few weeks. God, what is happening with us?”
“I don’t know, Harry. But it can’t keep going like this. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Me neither, love. I know I didn’t show how much it was affecting me but I want you to know that I feel just as broken as you do.”
Broken. Is that what they’ve become?
“I… I thought you hated me. During all these times you pulled away or turned your back towards me, I thought you hated me.”
Harry’s free hand reached out to hers so he could clasp her hand in both of his.
“I never ever hated you. Not for a second. And I never will.”
Y/N felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders and she felt like she could breath again.
“I love you so much, darling.” Harry whimpered.
Her head snapped up so she could look at him and when she saw tears running down his cheek she reached over the table to wipe them away.
“I love you too, Harry. So much.”
Harry removed her hand from his face and pressed gentle kiss to ever knuckle.
“What are we going to do, love? I want to fix this. I want to go back to being the happiest couple ever. I want to go back to being happy with each other.”
“Me too, Harry. God, I’d do everything to get back to what we once had.”
They stared into each other’s eyes until Y/N cleared her throat and diverted her eyes to the table.
“I-I think we need a break.”
Harry’s whole world stopped in that moment. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He pulled his hands from hers and a breathless ‘no’ left his lips.
“No.” He repeated after a moment.
“No way.”
“Harry, listen. I-”
“No!” he shouted.
Y/N flinched and her ears began to ring like every time he raised his voice at her. Her eyes closed and tears began to dribble down her cheeks.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I know exactly what’s going to happen when we do that. You’re going to realize just how unhappy I make you and that you are so sick and tired of me and you’ll never come back. Or you’ll find someone else who makes you laugh more than I ever did. God, I’m going to be gone for two weeks for promo. Is that not enough distance and space for you?!“
“Harry, I need time okay? I need time to take care of myself. I need time for sorting things out. I need time so that this all can work again and if you’re honest, you need it too.”
He laughed humorlessly and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You will have that time when I’m gone.”
“I-I don’t think two weeks are going to be enough.”
His eyes caught hers and she swore she’s never seen him look at her like that. So sad but angry at the same time.
“Two weeks are nothing, Harry.”
“There’s been times when you couldn’t go a single day without me. There’s been times where two weeks without each other seemed like the end of the world.”
She closed her eyes and tried to control the tears which constantly blurred her sight.
“I don’t think we can sort anything out in two weeks.”
“I don’t think we can sort anything out when we’re away from each other.”
“Harry, please.”
He closed his eyes briefly and sighed.
“How long?”
“T-Two months?”
“No fucking way!”
This time it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.
“Harry, I-”
“One month. And not a single day longer.”
She caught his eyes for a moment before she nodded.
They sat in silence for several minutes, both didn’t know what to say.
“I-I thought I’d stay in a hotel for the two weeks before you’re gone and then I’ll come back.”
“No. Please, I-… I want to know you’re safe. You’ll stay here and I’ll stay with Gemma.”
“If that’s okay with you.”
“No, it’s actually not.”
She looked at him with the saddest eyes he ever saw and he shook his head and and sighed.
“I’m gonna go pack some stuff and then you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“Harry, I did not suggest a break because I want to get away from you as quickly as possible. I want to fix this. And I feel like some distance is the only way to sort things out. Or at least make the first step.”
He didn’t say anything but just left the kitchen and went upstairs to pack a few things. For some reason Y/N couldn’t help but feel guilty. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be happy with taking a break, she wasn’t either. But she hoped he could at least understand where she came from.

When he came down the stairs half an hour later with two big duffle bags Y/N almost felt like crying again. She watched him, how he placed them beside the front door, wiped his tears away, took a deep breath and turned around to make his way to the kitchen so he could say goodbye but she was already standing in the foyer. They stared at each other for a few moments before Harry cleared his throat and removed a greasy strand of hair from his face.
“I’ll go now, I guess.”
“Yeah.” Y/N nodded and sniffled.
He looked at her for another few seconds before he let out a frustrated sigh.
“Can I at least get a hug?”
He saw the surprise on her face but she nodded anyway and took the last few steps towards him. She slung her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his and Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her to his chest. He pressed kisses to her shoulder and neck and stroked over her back in gentle patterns.
When they pulled away a bit Y/N reached up to cup his cheeks and stroke over his skin.
“I love you. Nothing changed about that and nothing is going to change. I don’t want you to worry about me breaking up with you. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
Harry pressed his forehead to hers and pulled her body even closer.
“Will you say goodbye when I’ll leave for New York? Don’t think I could leave without seeing you before.”
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded.
“C-Can I kiss you?” he asked her in a whisper.
She leaned in and connected her lips to his as an answer, his bottom lip slipping between hers. She kissed him four times before she pulled away a bit to look up at him again.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
She nodded and smiled softly at him.
“I love you, too.”
Harry gazed into her eyes for another few seconds before he pressed a few gentle kisses against her lips again. He pulled away from her then and took his duffle bags.
“I’ll let you know when I’ll leave for New York. You can call me or come over anytime you need, okay?”
“Okay. You can come over or call as well. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”
He nodded and opened the door.
“Take care, yeah?”
“You too, love.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And just like that he left.

Marawi City (Philippines) is currently under siege by an ISIS-affiliated group and most of us are worrying about irrelevant things. The group has burned buildings, schools, took over a hospital, blocked roads in and out of the city and who knows what else. I’m scared, terrified. I’m shaking, to be honest. The world is a scary place. I’m worried about the innocent people caught in between, their families, their lives. This is too much. Let’s take a moment to pray for everyone’s safety. Lord, help us! 😭

Curse of Desire

Summary: The reader is hopeless stuck in the friend zone with Dean, except there is total sexual tension. Both the reader and Dean are too insecure to see the truth, but after a witch case they’re kinda forced to. 

Word Count: 5135

Author’s note: I’m back bitches and since I graduated I’m here for good! This one is long but I feel like Tumblr has been lacking on the smut lately so this will be worth it. Tell me what you think:) 

It had been the normal run of the mill hunt, except things were never truly “run of the mill” with witches. The topic of the case was weird, but at the end of the day weren’t all witch cases?

You’d been sitting on the couch with Dean when Sam walked in, “Alright you two, I think I have a case”. Sam questioned why you and his brother were sharing a blanket on the couch, but reminded himself you both were “just friends”.

To say your relationship with Dean was complicated, would be an understatement. You were stuck in the friendzone, except the sexual friend zone minus the actual sex. By nature both you and Dean were dirty minded, but he never know the true impact his words had on you.

He would always make comments, or touch you in certain ways, his actions always made you question your “friendship” but your own insecurities made you brush them off. You always reminded yourself, “Dean is flirty with everyone…words are just words”.

It was always hard to hear Dean’s suggestive comments when you wanted so badly for them to be true. You’d make comments right back, stuck between wanting him to get the hint and realizing your silence might ruin your friendship because he would get the hint.

And that brought you to your current state, wanting Dean but afraid to lose him completely. Dean was instantly intrigued, “ What’s the case about?”. After he asked, he leaned back bringing himself closer to you.

As he made himself comfortable he rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth. The simplest touch sent shivers down your spine, and a million thoughts to race through your mind.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Sam snapping his finger, “Earth to (y/n), try to focus here”. Sam looked at you a certain way that made you blush, as if he just knew how madly in love with Dean you were and how insane Dean’s simple touch was making you.

Nodding your head you regained focus, pushing down your inner desires. Sam continued, “Okay this case is a little strange, but then again strange is our normal, it’s about a witch and a sex shop”.

Dean looked to you, “Wow some privates, a witch, and a sex shop” amused with his own joke. Rolling your eyes you replied, “ I’m not too sure how well privates rhyme with lion, but I like the effort”. He winked before turning his focus back to his brother.

Sam went on to explain that it was a sex shop in the middle of classic suburbia, which meant some boring suburban moms were getting down. There had been a string of sex related deaths meaning it was most likely a witch.

Dean couldn’t hide his excitement, “ Horny rich moms getting down….I’m down”. The slightest thought of Dean with someone else put you off and you got up from the couch. Sam rolled his eyes, “Dean it’s a case about sex related deaths….why would”.

Standing beside Sam you chimed in, “ This isn’t going to be a Stacy’s mom thing Dean, looks like someone’s been watching a little too much porn”. You laughed at your own joke but Sam put his hands up, still not fully understanding your relationship with his brother.

Dean smirked, “Aw princess don’t worry you fit into one of my other favorite categories, tight ass”. It was Dean’s turn to laugh at his own joke while you sighed in annoyance. Before you could open your mouth to reply Sam stopped you, “ Okay you two I’ve had enough of this conversation…it’s like living with two horny teenagers..”.

As Sam walked away you got in, “ Don’t act so pure Sam we share a computer!!”. Again Sam threw his hands up, surrendering to you two. Dean finally got up and high fived you, “Good one princess, I’m dying to know what searches you don’t share with Sammy”.

With a wink Dean was already down the hall catching up with Sam, leaving you there all hot and bothered. You instantly thought about what turned Dean on, what he looked like when he was turned on….and if you turned him on.

Trying to distract yourself you decided you’d start to pack. You’d gotten a text from Sam saying the plan was to leave in an hour or so, and then you’d be on the road. You packed the essentials, but also something a little more risky.

You decided to wear your favorite black lace panty set, feeding the part of your mind that told you something might happen with Dean. To feed the insecure part of your mind you put on your normal clothing over it. Just incase you laid out your second favorite set; it was light pink.

Before you knew it your door opened, and there stood Dean. You tried to quickly close your suitcase, but it was too late. He caught the cover before you could close it, “And what do we have here princess?”.

Dean held up the thong with both hands, smirking like a madman. Trying to not show your true feelings you played it off, “ Something only someone who earns it gets to see”. You needed to pretend that this situation didn’t throw you off, or else he would know.

He licked his lips, “ And what do I have to do to earn it?”. Before you could answer, or to be honest struggle to answer, Sam was also at your door. Strangely Dean hid what he was holding, which meant your panties were currently in his pocket.

Sam’s voice stopped your mind from running away, “ You guys ready? We should really hit the road”. You and Dean looked to each other before looking back to Sam. You smiled, “Yeah I should be ready in a minute, I’ll meet you and Dean in the garage?”.

You wanted to make things awkward for Dean once, aka leaving him with your panties. Sam nodded, “Alright, come on Dean”. Dean hesitated for a moment, but trailed after his brother.

It felt good to know Dean was struggling to explain something for once, and you found yourself laughing. Before you knew it though he was back in your room.

He sling shotted them at you as if he was eighteen again, “ I have only two reasons for liking these; seeing you in them, and getting you out of them”. You couldn’t help but laugh, there really was no one else like Dean. Laughing about the situation helped reassure yourself that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

Before he left you spoke, “ Sure Dean, everyone wants to get their best friend out of their panties”. That was the closest you got at telling him the truth, and you turned around in order to not even see his reaction. If you hadn’t  turned around you would’ve seen Dean struggling, his mind and tongue on two different sides.

You were something else to Dean, hard to understand because he felt so much for you. There were so many levels to you, which meant he felt so many different things for you. Normally when it came to girls Dean felt only one emotion; lust.

When it came to you he felt every emotion known to man, possibly even love. Love was not something Dean Winchester ever felt, and for once he was so unsure of himself. Did you love him back, where you only a friend, could you even love him?

To suppress his feelings he acted like he would towards any other girl; sexually. He’d constantly make sexual comments or jokes, but every time he did it just made things harder for him. When he’d summon up enough courage he’d touch you in small ways, trying to feed his desire in hopes to control it.

It never worked though, things just got harder and harder for him, he didn’t know what to do. Sometimes he swore you felt the same way, but if he didn’t love himself how could someone else? So Dean brushed everything off, to scared to actually act on his feelings.

He stood there nearly paralyzed, he was truly torn. Saved by Sam his brother called for him, “Dean come on, what’s with you lately?”. Dean just angrily ran a hand through his hair, eventually meeting his brother.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding in. Packing the rest of your essentials you got ready to leave, preparing for an awkward car ride with Dean. You just told yourself, “ Just focus on the hunt, it will distract you”.

Before you showed up Sam decided to finally address something that had been bothering him. Dean was packing weapons into the back of the impala, mumbling to himself.

Sam stood behind him with his arms crossed, “Look Dean we don’t have long but we need to talk”. Dean just looked up to Sam, obviously still frustrated. Sam continued, “ I don’t know what’s with you but I know it has something to do with (y/n)”.

Dean snapped up, “Look I don’t want to hear it!”. Sam wasn’t phased, “ Look you need to hear it! Is she your friend or?”. Sam had never seen his brother so worked up over a girl before, and he had to assume it was because he loved her.

Dean threw his hands up, “I don’t even know Sammy, I couldn’t tell ya! If you ask (y/n) we’re friends but..”. Sam intervened, “You want something more”. Dean shook his head starting to laugh.

He was so angry, “Sammy when have I ever been in a situation like this? You understand books and I understand girls…but (y/n) she’s so much more Sammy I mean fuck…I don’t think I’ve ever cared so much! When it comes to her damn straight I want to find out all the things that make her feel so fucking good…but I also want to spend the morning after with her”.

Sam smiled to himself, so Dean was actually in love? Dean continued, “ I want to make pancakes with her at seven am…watch a movie…fuck even cuddle….I, Dean Winchester want all these things..”. Sam laughed knowing the true effect you have on his brother.

He finally answered Dean, “ So why don’t you tell her?”. Dean started to shake his head again, “ Because what if she doesn’t feel the same way Sammy? She called me her best friend about five mintues ago…I don’t want to lose her completely”.

Sam wanted to punch Dean in the face for being so damn oblivious. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “Dean I know she feels the same, I can see the look she gets in her eyes when you enter a room…she lights up”.

Before Sam could continue you walked into the garage, and they were forced to stop the conversation all together. You smiled, “Am I interrupting something?”. They both looked to each other before simultaneously saying, “No” which made you believe you were interrupting something.

You were eager to just get on with things so you pushed down your doubts and got into the impala. The boys followed suit, and the impala was full. While adjusting the rearview mirror Dean gave you a weird look, but when he found you looking back he tried to play it off with a wink.

Brushing it off you asked Sam, “ So how long until we get there…and how exactly are we even going to deal with this?”. The sooner you focused again on the case the sooner you feelings for Dean would become temporarily gone.

Sam turned his head to face you, “ The plan is to go to the sex shop and take the witch out if we can, it shouldn’t be that hard”. You grinned, “ That’s what she said” your grin faded when Dean said the exact same words at the same time as you.

It was yet another reminder that the two of you could be on the same page for certain things, but on more important topics be complete opposites. Sam rolled his eyes, “I guess I set myself up for that one”.

Dean grinned, “ Get ready Sammy the innuendos will be coming just as much as you when someone mentions Star Wars”. You couldn’t help but laugh at that one, and neither could Dean. He looked at you again through the rearview mirror, but his gaze lasted a little too long.

Sam helped break the tension, “Before (y/n) can add to this I’m turning on the radio, just pick a station Dean”.  Just like that Dean picked a station, eager to distract from the tension as well. Time passed quickly as music filled the void, but you’d still feel Dean’s gaze.

Before you knew it you were there, Leawood Kansas aka classic suburbia. The store you were looking for was, “Maledictio cordis” which was in the middle of town. You guessed even classic suburbia didn’t feel the need to hide their horniness.

Sam’s knowledge of latin allowed him to realize it translated to, “ The curse of desire”. That would teach snooty rich people the importance of intellectual growth over financial growth.  It didn’t take long for you guys to find the shop, the only problem was that you hadn’t thought of a cover.

It was a little too late because the three of you had already entered the shop. The woman behind the desk lit up at the sight of all three of you, “And what do we have here, a menage a trois?”. The boys went to laugh but you realized it was the perfect cover.

You placed a stray strand of  hair behind your ear, “ That obvious huh…I guess you can probably see the naivety radiating off of us”. Looking to both brothers you begged them to play along, despite how awkward it felt.

The woman came around to greet you, “Don’t even worry sweetie, everyone starts somewhere! What exactly were you looking for?”. You hadn’t thought quite that far ahead and you found yourself struggling to answer.

Dean luckily saved you, “Well it’s a bit taboo..” you looked to Sam sharing the same look of concern. The woman didn’t hesitate, “I think I’ll have just the thing for you, always the innocent ones huh”.

The woman winked at you, with a “knowing look”. You wanted to laugh but now that the woman’s back was turned Dean was able to communicate more successfully as he mouthed, “Go with it”.

Taking his advice you smiled at the woman, “ Well what exactly did you have in mind?”. To be honest you didn’t want to know the answer. There was enough sexual tension between you and Dean, but now you were in an imaginative relationship about to pick out a sex toy…with Sammy.

She smiled even wider, “ I’m going to let that be a surprise deary, I’m going to take your partner here into the back room and we’ll pick out something you will all enjoy”. You wanted to die right then and there, this was way too awkward.

You opened your mouth to say something but she cut you off, “I can only imagine the whole dynamic of your relationship…” before continuing she looked to Dean and then back at you, “It isn’t naivety that radiates off of you both but rather passion…you can see in your eyes”.

Sam laughed, “I always say the same thing about them…it’s a real dynamic alright”. Your face turned beat red, unsure of how to play this one off. The woman loved it all, “Why don’t I take both men to pick out something to surprise you, in the meantime browse around the shop”.

She began to lead Sam and Dean but then turned back around, “I almost forgot, you both should try out my new perfume, it helps ignite desire”. Before you could object she pulled a small bottle from her pocket, spraying both you and Dean.

From the second you inhaled it you’d known it was a mistake. Sam immediately drew his gun, “ What did you spray on them!?”. Dean had fallen to the floor, and you suddenly felt extremely sleepy yourself.

Unable to keep your eyes open you couldn’t truly process the situation unfolding. All you heard was, “ The cure will make…….it won’t be hard…..they just have to finally….” and then boom you were out cold.

Sam ended up shooting the witch and lighting her on fire. She hadn’t told him about the true cure and swore she never would, so what was the point? Worse came to worse he’d call Rowena and she’d tell him the truth.

Sam managed to get you both into the back of the impala, both still out cold. He knew Dean hated when anyone else drove baby, but drastic times called for drastic measures, and besides he wasn’t exactly in a position to object.  

Before you knew it you felt your body begin to slowly vibrate, and your ears heard a soft hum. Opening your eyes you realized you were in the back of the impala, your head on Dean’s lap. The roar of the engine had woken you up. You shot right up finding out the hard way that was a mistake, “Fuck my head…what happened”.

Dean pushed you back towards his lap, urging you to rest again, “That son of a witch was what happened…she sprayed us with something and then lights out for the both of us”. Sam filled you in on what had happened, and also that he wasn’t quite sure what was going to actually happen to you both.

The entire time Sam was talking all you could think about was how close your body was to Deans, and it felt completely different this time. It felt like each nerve in your body was suddenly awake, and you hadn’t even known they’d been asleep.

Shifting you decided to press your body against the cold impala door, hoping to clear your mind. You were pulled from your thoughts when Dean asked, “Sammy could you turn up the ac, it’s hot as hell in here and we’d both know”.

Sam looked confused, “Dean are you okay it’s 52 degrees out..”. You backed Dean, “No Sammy it’s actually really hot in here, maybe just roll down a window?”. Sam only became more concerned and decided to pull over.

Dean was annoyed, “ Come on Sammy you can’t handle the fact that we’re both hot…why is it such a sin to roll down a damn window!”. He finished the sentence by holding his head, obviously in pain.

Sam pulled out his phone, “ The problem is that you both should be freezing but you’re burning up AND some witch sprayed you with something! We’re gonna get a motel and I’m going to call Rowena”.

You laughed, “Come on Sam it can’t be that serious…maybe we just need to sleep this one off?”. The more you spoke the more you realized you were wrong, your body started to ache all over.

Sam held up a finger warningly, “ I’m not listening to either of you, you’re both too damn stubborn and I’m the one driving here!”. You were waiting for Dean’s response but he was hunched over in pain.

You rubbed his leg trying to ease the pain, but instead it caused him to moan. His eyes went wide, “ I uh…I don’t know what that was…Sammy call the damn witch”. You stood there unsure of what to do, your mere touch had got Dean to moan.

Sam turned back around, “ I’m taking this next exit and we’re staying at the first motel we see”. You and Dean both just nodded, trying to get a handle on things. Your thoughts went to Dean, and the ache throughout your body intensified.

Looking over to him you could tell he was also in pain, but was he thinking about you too? Before you could think any longer Sam pulled into the motel, “ Sweetest Dream” making things even sketchier.

Dean read your mind, “Really Sammy this place?”. Sam pulled in anyways and went to go buy a room, ignoring his brother’s comment. Turning to Dean you took him in again, trying to assess the situation.

When Dean saw you staring he met your gaze and held it, an extremely intense look in his eyes. You tried to dull the moment to stop the heat rushing to your core, “ You don’t look too hot Dean…I think that witch really messed us up”.

Dean licked his lips, “ But you look damn good princess I-”. His sentence was cut off by Sam opening up the car door and shutting the car off. Sam picked up on the fact that he was interrupting something, “ Look incase this thing is contagious I got a separate room for the both of you…I guess you can continue talking in there”.

Trying to hide your desire you got out of the car, “ Have you called Rowena yet?”. Sam nodded his head and helped you and Dean unpack into your shared room. After he placed your bags down he added, “Rowena said she’d be here any second, she’s coming with Cas”.

Dean came and sat down next to you, nearly on top of you. It felt like a magnet was pulling you both together and it took everything in you to not rip his clothes off right then and there. Again Dean rested his hand on your knee, tracing light circles with his thumb.

When you noticed what he was doing you moaned out loud, it felt like Dean was very well rubbing your clit, not your knee. Immediately you looked up at him, “I’m sorry…it just feels so good”.

Dean bit his lip and moved his hand higher up your leg, his touch getting more and more intense. Sam got up and moved towards you both, “ Woah guys… I’m right here….I think that witch really did mess you up”.

With a puff of air Rowena and Castiel where now in the room. Rowena walked over to you both, “ I’ll be the judge of that deary”. It was hard but you snapped out of the trance Dean was putting you in, turning to Rowena.

She looked you both over like a doctor would do; felt your forehead, took your pulse, checked your pupils. Once she was done she rested a hand on her hip, “ Well it’s a simple cure but”…why was there always a but? She continued, “ To cure it they need to sleep together”.

You blushed, “ We what….?”. She smiled, “ Oh honey don’t play dumb the spell only works when the two people sprayed are in love. It’s simple really; you can either sleep together and become cured or let your desire eat you alive”.

Looking to Dean he didn’t seem as hesitant, he wasn’t shocked or beat red like you. Sam crossed his arms against his chest, “ I guess the only thing is to leave you both alone?”. All your nerves came back, of course you wanted Dean but you were afraid he only wanted you because of the spell.

Rowena agreed, “ Sure thing Sam, it’s really all up to them”. Castiel finally added something, “ I wish you both the best of luck with this battle”. Once again the true meaning of a situation flew over his head.

Sam put a hand on his shoulder, “ Sure thing Cas, let’s just go”. With that they all left the room, and you and Dean were alone. You were torn, part of you wanted Dean so badly but the other part was to scared.

Dean put his hand on your upper thigh again, hoping to incite the same pleasure he had before. You got up from the bed, “ Dean I can’t do this….I want to so badly…but not like this”. Your mind was going crazy, but so was your body.

Dean raised an eyebrow, “ What do you mean (y/n)…like this?”. You were trying to process so much emotionally and physically that you couldn’t hide your first thought, “ I don’t want you to sleep with me because some spell Dean…I want it to be real”.

He almost looked hurt, “ This is real (y/n) I want this….I want you”. Still you weren’t convinced, what if it was just the spell talking? You shook your head, “ No Dean, right now your body wants this but tomorrow when you wake up next to me your brain won’t want it..not even for a second”.

Dean got up from where he’d been sitting, “ Didn’t you hear what Rowena said? We have to be in love for this to work…and I didn’t need this spell to let me know how I feel about you princess. I’ve loved you before this but now that I know you feel the same way I’m not scared to lose you”.

Your jaw dropped Dean confessing your love to you was something you’d never thought you’d hear. He took your hands in his, “ I hid what I’d felt because I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way…didn’t think I deserved you…but what Rowena said reassured me”.

Instinctively you moved your hands to his chest, “ Dean I love you two I never thought you’d feel the same way”. You sentence trailed off when you realized you were actually touching him, again your core aching.

Deans hands moved to your hips, “ You’re so beautiful princess”. He was barely touching you but it was intoxicating, and you needed more. You started to push him back until he fell on the bed, taking you with him.

Straddling him you grinned, “ You don’t look so bad yourself Dean”. Again his hands found your hips, pushing you closer to his body. Resting one hand on his chest you finally leaned down to kiss him.

When your lips touched it felt like you entire body was on fire, and his whiskey flavored lips lit the match. As the kiss went on his hands roamed all over your body, as if he was trying to remember even the smallest details of your body.

You clothes were soon discarded but when Dean noticed you were left in just your bra and panty set he stopped completely. For a moment he didn’t say a word, truly taking you in. Dean then licked his lips, “ you’re even more beautiful than I ever thought possible”.

You bit your lip, his full attention too much for you. He placed a hand on your cheek, “You really are (y/n)”. Hearing him say your name like that drove you crazy, you wanted him so badly.

To let him know how you felt you kissed him again, knowing it would reassure him. As the kiss went on you felt Dean’s member press against you, and that alone made you moan his name.

When he heard you he bucked his hips towards you, needing you just as badly. He nearly begged into your ear, “ Say it again”. This side of Dean was something you only dreamed about, and having it be your reality made you soaking wet.

Before you could answer Dean slide your panties to the side and brushed your clit. It sent shivers down your spin, “ Dean please”. If your eyes weren’t closed you would’ve seen Dean grinning like a madman.

So many nights Dean had laid awake thinking about you in positions like this, coming undone right before him. He massaged your clit, “ That’s it princess, please what?”. If you weren’t so needy you would’ve cursed him for being so smug.

You looked down to him, “ Dean I need you to fuck me…please Dean”. Dean took off his own shorts, and completely took off your underwear. Slowly he undid your bra, and marveled at the sight of you completely naked.

He brought your body closer to his and sucked on your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple. It was a small area but the pleasure radiated throughout your entire body. With his other hand he massaged your clit again.

You were already getting close, “ Fuck me Dean…I need you”. He flicked his tongue over your nipple before bringing his mouth back up to yours. Dean passionately kissed you again, “Fuck you sound so good begging for me”.

You felt Dean pressing against your entrance, his eyes looking for any doubt in yours. You cupped his cheek, “ Dean I’m sure I love you so much”. His eyes lit up, “ I love you two (y/n)”. With that you felt him slowly enter inside of you, your walls stretching against him.

Adjusting to his size you slowly rocked your hips back and forth. With his hands on your hips Dean guided you, helping you pick up the pace. You both kept moaning, you’d both never felt something this intense before.

As you went faster Dean massaged your clit again, “ Shit (y/n) you feel so good”. Dean took his finger that had been rubbing your clit and licked it, groaning at the taste. Your jaw dropped and the only response you had was to moan.

You started to pick up the pace, needing more of him. You bounced up and down on Dean’s dick and he hit your g-spot each time. The sensation of him pulling out and entering you fully all too much.

His thrusts started getting sloppier, “ Fuck I’m so close”. You felt like your orgasm could hit at any second, “ Me two Dean”. Dean started giving his all into every thrust, and you did the same.

You moved your hips in a circular motion around him, becoming sloppier yourself. Dean massaged your clit even faster getting you closer and closer. He was grunting and cursing, “ Cum for me (y/n)…fuck..cum for me princess”.

His words turned you on even more, pushing you over the edge. When your orgasm hit your body was no longer on fire, but rather waves of pleasure washed of you. Wave after wave rippled through your entire body and your only response was to call out his name.

Dean did the same, and you felt him twitch inside you. As he was cumming all he did was moan your name. All he could process was you and the pleasure you were giving him. His orgasm shook through him.

When it was over you both were left panting, looking into eachothers eyes. Dean pulled out but you still straddled him. Sheepishly you asked, “ Well we’re cured..still love me?”. He laughed and moved to his side, pulling you with him again. Dean dragged down your bottom lip with his thumb, “ Always have, always will”.  

Close Call ~PART 4 (final)

Read these first!!!!!! Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Catch this fic on AO3

It’s about Lance and Keith getting captured and separated, with an injured Lance. For a better summary go to the first part… I’m lazy.

Finally! The last part!

…pssst @dogsahoy @voltronpaella @taylor-tut I can now stop sliding these across the table- this is the end!

I wanted to try doing something with multiple parts to celebrate VLD’s anniversary (the first part went up on the 10th)… and I can’t believe how well received this was! Thanks so much to everyone who’s given me such kind feedback!! I’ve got lots of plans for future writing, so hopefully you can look forward to that and not be too sad that this is over now? I hope you like the way I ended it… enjoy!!

Lance tumbled out of the healing pod like he did so many other things; without warning. The others were sat around the room when suddenly the walls of the pod disappeared, and the blue paladin fell forward. He would’ve face-planted into the floor of the infirmary if Hunk hadn’t been there to catch him.

He looked around in confusion for a moment while his eyes adjusted to the bright lights, and met the gaze of his best friend.

“Hey, Hunk,” he smiled, voice raspy and uneven. “Miss me?”

Hunk sighed with relief, giving Lance a shaky grin of his own. “You know I did,” he admitted. “Don’t you dare scare me like that again. I was worried sick!”

Lance laughed, and let himself be wrapped up in one of Hunk’s signature, bone-crushing hugs. “Sorry,” he shrugged. “Guess I should be more careful. So, what’d I miss?” He looked around at the others with an expectant smile on his face, but it wavered quickly. The rest of the team all looked worse for the wear themselves.

Pidge’s eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, while Shiro looked even more worn down than usual. Allura and Coran both stood off to the side, with strained expressions of relief. Keith was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, stoic and silent as usual, but Lance could see the bags under his eyes. In short, they all looked exhausted.

“Um… you guys?” Lance asked uncertainly, voice catching. “Why all the grim looks? What’s wrong?”

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Malec Fic Rec (part 2)

Ok so on the back of my last post I’ve spent the day remembering all the fics I’ve missed out and quite frankly that won’t do…So did I mention I’m weak…I have to do some more (and there will be some more popular ones in here because I can’t resist)

Bibliophile - Dorkberto (rating T) 3631 words Complete


what can I say apart from this fic is lovely. Featuring Alec the love sick librarian  and a very glittery Magnus. Seriously great writing and another smile all the way through fic

So Bright - Lemonoclefox (rating G) 17504 words complete


Hands down this is probably one of my favourite fake dating fics (sort of). All set within the shadow hunters world but with an alternative timeline.

Fall Without Wings - Vulturemonem (rating M) 19/? WIP


Ok so Im not normally a fan of wing fics but this is perfection. The attention to detail here is off the charts to the extent that each chapter is named after a different bird (which makes me ridiculously happy). When Alec’s life is saved by the high warlock of Brooklyn, a known enemy of the clave, his whole world view is brought into doubt…

Fool’s Rush In - Maleciseverything (rating M) 85198 words complete

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right? Well not if you end up married to a complete stranger…this story is a delight, the perfect mix of humour, angst and fluff…basically all you would expect from this super talented writer.

Oh and check out the WIP Take me To Church…so good

Addicted to You - Alxsteele (rating M) 78701 words Complete


No strings sex without feelings..well that always works out well doesn’t it? This is great, expect pinning, angst and ultimately the happy ending we all need.

Bright Lights, Small Town - Lecrit (rating E) 104298 words complete


Ok I know..you’ve probably heard of this fic before and I’m breaking my own rules but seriously how can you do a Malec fic rec without including something by the wonderful Lecrit.

Seriously all their fics are amazing but this one holds a special place in my heart because not only is it super lovely but it has such beautiful description of grief and finding your place in the world. Also Magnus’ dog’s names…:-)

Never Stand Between Two Mirrors - Oncethrown (rating M) 51758 words complete


I know, I know it’s another classic…did I mention I’m weak…but seriously who can resist alt!Alec being thrown through a portal into the institute…I mean Im only human come on…If for whatever reason you haven’t read this, what are you waiting for DO IT NOW

Trust - MuscleMemory (rating M) 995 words complete


Fluff and angst you say…don’t worry I got you covered..this is the perfect little drabble for you and a wonderful exploration of Alec’s insecurities.

Heck just read all the dribbles in the You Call and I respond, The Sparrow and The Song series…oh and everything else as well…

Lunch Break - damnyoudaddario (rating T) 2909 words complete


This is the perfect little smut/comedy fic. The dynamic between Alec and Magnus is just spot on and lets be honest this is pretty much exactly what we’d expect if the pair of them were caught in a boring Clave meeting together.

Signatures - Insieme (not rated) 3185 words complete


Ok so to end with a fluffy college AU fic because who doesn’t want that. This is so cute and let’s be honest if Magnus was in college we know he would totally use glittery pens to take notes.

No doubt I’ve missed other fics I love but as I have all the organisational skills of a highly disorganised bluebottle (Not that Im judging bluebottles mind you…) that will have to do for now….hey you know as well as I do I’ll be back with more recs soonish, probably with the excuse that I’m an idiot for not adding them before…

Finally Safe (part 2)

This is second part of “Quite Big” - you can read part one


PLOT:  Y/N is attacked by crazy fans

I’m so so so sorry but I was going through some things and didn’t have time to write or even be on Tumblr so that’s why I post it after two months.

Originally posted by thedailystyles

You heard something beeping every second. Or it could be longer than one second but you weren’t sure, you felt so good and comfortable and sound was so annoying. You tried to move your body and turn over but something didn’t let you. With a sigh of resignation you gave up and decided to rest a little bit longer.

”Y/N…?” Harry asked, tickling your hand.

You gave him a smile and wanted to tell him how exciting your day was going to be but you didn’t hear your voice. You made a sound but it wasn’t words. Actually you were sure that you were still sleeping.

”Fuck, Y/N, I was so worried, I’m here, shh,” he tried to comfort you,”I’m not leaving you again. God, I’m so so sorry. I’ll go tell doctors that you’re awake.” You heard a note of relief in his voice. However, you were feeling excatly the opposite.

You didn’t know how much time you had been sleeping, but it wasn’t enough – you were exhausted.  Opening your eyes was hard and everything hurt. First instinct was to check out if you could move your legs, arms, hands and fingers. Little did you know about medicine but you were okay.  

Somehow you managed to glance over a room but couldn’t see much of it. You wanted to stand up but suddenly Harry came in with a doctor.

”Love, you can’t do it right now,” Harry said, putting his hands on your shoulders in order to get you to the previous position. ”You had a concussion,” he explained.

”What happened?” You were confused. Couldn’t remember the accident or whatever happened to you. ”Is anyone else hurt?”

Harry seemed to be confused as much as you were. To be honest, he looked like crap. You didn’t know if you had ever seen him in such a condiction, even in Cheshire or after long flights. His hair was a mess, eyes were almost red and face was grey because of tiredness. You didn’t know that he never left your room unless doctors or nurses asked him to take off and that he couldn’t sleep at nights because he was so scared of losing you.

Harry knew it was his fans who had attacked you. Police caught them. He couldn’t imagine how sick they must have been to almost kill you. Remorse and anger were eating him and he couldn’t look at a mirror. He felt guilty. Telling you that he was a reason that you were in hospital was the hardest thing he had ever done.

”You don’t remember?” And then Harry wanted to tell you about everything but a doctor interrupted him.

”That’s completely normal and there’s nothing to worry about. How do you feel?”

She asked you a lot of questions, some of them were stupid like do you know where you were or which year it was. Besides, she explained that you were very lucky and except bruises and wounds you were fine. You also found out that you weren’t sleeping all the time but couldn’t remember being awake during last days. They wanted to keep you in the hospital for a few more days, just for safety reasons because of a concussion. Soon she left you and Harry alone.

”I don’t remember, Harry. Did I cause an accident? I’ve always known that getting a driver licence was a coincidence, a lucky one. Did I hurt anyone?”

He was stroking your hand, playing with your fingers.

”It was my fault,” Harry said. His eyes were full of grief. You couldn’t belive it.

”What? You’re amazing driver, Styles,” you chuckled. ”Or… you tried to throw me down the stairs? Was I so annoying?” You kept making jokes because seeing him was a painful  and you were sure it wasn’t actually his fault. It was Harry, yeah?

”Y/N, I’m not joking. We split up, you went to the store? Bathroom?”

You did your best, focused on  the last day but nothing happened. You remembered flight, airport, apartment, hanging out with Niall and Liam, studio sessions, skyscrapers, hot dogs, New York, walks with Harry and your secret dates in Central Park so the rest of the world couldn’t find you, crowds and screaming fans outside of the hotel. And it finally hit you. Images from that night hit you. How happy you and Harry were. How desperately you wanted to get some chocolate and how those two girls attacked you.

“You saved me,” you nodded.

You were staring at a man who had found you in this freaking bathroom and you felt relieved.

“For God’s sake, you were attacked by those psychos because of me! They were my fans. FANS!” he yelled.

Suddenly you felt like you were going to throw up. You were attacked. Beaten up. Someone did this to you. You held Harry’s hand tighter but it didn’t help you to feel safe.

“I understand if you need a break. I’ll understand if you don’t want to see me again. I’ll do anything but forgive me, Y/N. I love you and I need you so bad,” Harry spilled.

“What? NO! Oh my God, Harry, I’m alive. It’s not your fault, right? You can’t control every damn person on this planet,” you explained but it was hard to belive.

“I was so scared. Seeing you laying here without a life, not knowing when you wake up. If you ever… I’d never forgive myself for tha’. Still, I don’t know if ever will. I should have been there with you, I should have protected you.”

“No, Harry, listen to me. It’s not your fault, okay? You can’t protect me everywhere. Shit happens. Those girls… anyone found out who they are?” You wanted to change topic so much, knowing that Harry would blame himself and that conversation would never end.

“Yep, police found out. They’ll never hurt anyone, I’ll make sure of tha’”

Days were passing by and you didn’t know who was the biggest pain in the ass. Your mum and Anne kept calling you every hour while your dad learnt what Skype was. Moreover, Gemma, Lou and Jeff were texting you all the time. You got a chance to meet Harry’s family over a phone that  he didn’t even know that existed. You needed to add Niall who brought you flowers, Liam who discovered his new “talent” that was cooking and of course, Louis who was playing FIFA with you and Eleanor who brought all new magazines. And of course, Harry. Harry didn’t leave you for even one second, helping you to move and bringing things from apartment. But the day of your discharge finally arrived.

“You sure you took all of your stuff?” Harry asked, carrying your bag.

“Yes, I guess.”

Harry had a mysterious smile all the time. He was very secretive but you thought it was all because of were leaving the hospital.

“So, tell me,” you demanded, knowing something was up.


You squinted at him fiercely.

“Okay, so I did something. For safety, of course!”

“Yeees?” You were actually expecting the worst.

“Remember when I was with the guys in that crazy city I never remember the name of?”

“Oh, here we go again. Please, not this story again,” you begged, not wanting to hear about them hiding in weird places again.

“So I bought you a bodyguard,” he laughed.

“WHAT!?” You screamed.

“Y/N, I think you woke everyone up in the whole building.”

You knew Harry was overreacting but… a bodyguard? A big man who would follow you everywhere you go? You were scared a little bit to walk alone again but not as much to hire anyone.

“First, you can’t buy people,” you both chuckled. “Second, thank you, Harry, really. But I’m not scared as long as you’re with me.”

“In my deffence, there was a big discount,” he explained. “Excited to see world again?”

“Don’t know how much longer I’d stand these walls.  That was depressing.”

“Let’s go then, love,” Harry encouraged you and stepped aside to open a door for you.

You saw a couple of paparazzis outside of the building and a bunch of fans. You hugged Harry and he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“It’s alright, I got you.”

“Don’t leave me here,” you begged.

You were scared. You felt people touching you and they were screaming so loud. You hid your face in Harry’s shoulder and a few tears fell on your face. It was few steps more and you were in the car.

“You’re safe here, you’re safe with me, Y/N. I love you.” Harry kept telling you, holding you in his arms.

Finally safe.

I hate profilers (part two)

Originally posted by j-murphy

I low key hate myself for writing this

Word Count: 1,033


Warnings: sexual humor (there will be smut in parts to come)

Part One

“You couldn’t possibly mean that. I’ve caught you staring at me for weeks and your pupils are so dilated right now, your breathing is getting heavy, you’re clenching your thighs together…if I didn’t know better miss Y/L/N I’d say you want me.”

“you’re not that good a profiler are you?” you mused through nervous laughter

“I’m actually very good at my job and I’ve been watching you for awhile”

“that’s kinda creepy”

“not like that..I’ve just I’ve noticed you noticing me..you’re the one who stares Y/N”

Dammit he caught me…

“don’t let that get to your head…”

“oh it already has”

“not that head Reid” you said and his cheeks tinged pink

“I-I didn’t mean” he stuttered obviously thrown off guard

“sure you didn’t” you smirked

“anyway …I meant don’t let it get to that big genius brain of yours …nerd”


“what it’s true”

“nerd that you seem to like”

“oh you think I like you?” he nodded

“look who’s living in a fantasy land.. you wish Spencer”

“If you need someone to take your kissginity…”

“I’m perfectly fine but thanks for the offer”

You continued to sort through the case files. Spencer finishing them up at a faster pace than you.

“You in a hurry to get out Doctor?”

“yeah it’s getting really late and I’m getting tired”

“I thought staying up late corresponds with higher intelligence… by that standard genius boy you shouldn’t be sleepy at all”

so she does listen to my ramblings … Spencer thought to himself recalling when he shared that exact same finding with the team. He smiled to himself maybe she didn’t hate his guts after all.

“I said the same thing a few weeks ago” he voiced his own thoughts

“You’re not the only person with a plethora of useless information Doctor Reid”

Oh man, if he didn’t find her irresistible before he surely did now. Nothing was sexier than a girl who was on the same intellectual level he was. Even though Y/N wasn’t a genius by most standards the girl was incredibly smart.

If Spencer was being honest with himself, he’d casually caught himself glancing at Y/N from time to time. Careful not to get lost in his thoughts cause if he did he’d surely be caught by either you or someone else and he wasn’t prepared to cope with the endless teasing that would follow. At times he’d sit as his desk mindlessly piling through case files getting himself totally lost in the thought of Y/N. Most of the thoughts were pretty innocent, he just wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through Y/N’s delicate locks. Occasionally his inner conversations with himself were not so gentlemanly and he often scolded himself for thinking of such a beautiful creature in such a primal way. The truth is as Luke pointed out days before he ‘had it bad’ for Y/N and he did. He found it hard to think straight around her, the scent of her iconic perfume driving him wild clouding his thoughts. Oh God, how he wished he could smell that heavenly floral scent on his sheets.

No stop it Spencer he mentally scolded himself. He was snapped out of his current train of thought by her voice.

“take a picture it’ll last longer”

“Oh fuck me..I’m caught” he said before he realized he voiced his own thoughts again

“like I said, you wish Spence”

“no I don’t ..I don’t wish” lies

“it’s okay I wouldn’t be able to resist me either” she laughed

“You’re not irresistible Y/N obviously if you haven’t even had a guy kiss you yet” shit that was kind of harsh, I hope she doesn’t hate me.

“It’s a conscious choice. Believe me I know I’m desirable”

“so cocky” yes you are so desirable I wish I could be your first everything if you’d just let me. perhaps she doesn’t even like me….

“no just confident”

“anyway…” she said returning to the tasks at hand “ last case file..”

“I’ll do it. You can go home and get some rest”

“thanks Spencer”

“you’re welcome y/n”

“hey y/n?’

“yeah Spence?”

She turned to face him and before he could even process what was happening his lips were on hers and she didn’t pull away. There was so much fire and passion between them. Yes, oh my God Oh my God she’s kissing me…this is happening..she doesn’t hate me after all her first kiss..I’m her first ever kiss. This feels like a dream but it’s not it’s real. She kissed him back which as much fervor as humanly possible. Oh my God this was kissing.. this is what she waited her whole life for and every minute was worth it. She got bold however her tongue began to caress his and he let out a groan of appreciation and deepened the kiss. There tongues danced for what seemed like an hour but was only a few minutes before they had to come up for air their foreheads resting on each other.

“wow” was the only word Y/N could conjure up

“I hope that was well worth it.. taking your kissginity”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else taking my kissginity”

He knew in his heart their banter was never out of disdain for each other but rather out of mutual interest in one another.They argued like a married couple but when their lips met he felt a spark that just wasn’t there before as did she. The kind of spark that makes you never want to stop kissing a person, to get lost in the flavor of their lips. Y/N put her hand to her swollen lips and blushed. This happened and with the colleague she’s been into for quite a while and she couldn’t get enough. He  started to walk away and she stopped him.

“Spence wait!” he turned around Oh no was she mad? Did he just fuck up everything?
He let her catch up to him in the parking garage and she surprised him by jumping his tall frame and meeting their lips once again.

Part Three

Secret Abilities

an: Here you go anon– I hope you enjoy :)

“Hey Doctor Banner”

The white lab coated figure of the scientist straightened from the beakers he’d been hunched over in examination as the door closed behind Peter.

“Hi Peter.” Bruce shot him a smile “How was school today?”

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I’m Here for You | Part 2

So, the idea for a part two has been playing in my head for a while, so I decided to give in and finally write it. I kind of wish I almost didn’t write it. It’s way way longer than I thought it was going to be. Two thousand words to be exact. 

Anyways, I should have another one-shot posted later today, then I’m going to focus on finally finishing chapter 9 of the road trip. 

Word Count: 6,318

Part 1

It’s the morning of Riley’s graduation, and she’s feeling rather excited. It’s the day she worked four hard years for, but she is more excited about the fact that she is going to see Lucas and finally tell him that it was over between her and Nathan—that it had been over between them for months.

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Second Chances

Characters: Kirk x Reader

Summary: A bar, the one that got away, what is James Kirk gonna do when faced with someone who knew him before he became a Star Fleet legend?

Word Count: 1117 words

Prompt: The Heart Won’t Lie

A/N: This is for my 800 followers celebration as requested by the fantastic    @little-red-83 who always inspires me.

Of all the gin joints in all the universe you just had to walk into his.  Or rather the one he was drinking in, it wasn’t as if he owned the place.  Maybe he should buy a bar.  That might be a good investment.  His thoughts ran on their own train for a moment before his stomach flipped once again at the sight of you.   He had been sitting there for an hour or so, waiting for McCoy to show, and was slightly buzzed but even through the slight haze and the crowded bar he knew as soon as his eyes landed on a familiar figure that it was you.  

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Coldflashwave AU, where Barry loses his powers and what’s worse - ends up in Iron Heights for something he didn’t do.

What’s worse still, though, is who else is in Iron Heights at that point? Why, none other than Leonard Snart and Mick Rory, freshly incarcerated after the Flash caught them just a couple of days before losing his powers - and since they’re not actually metas, they are in the normal prison wing, not the meta wing.

As is Barry.

And let’s be honest - Barry’s seen all the same prison shows as the rest of us. So, when Mick and Len sit down on either side of him at dinner that very first day, well - it’s not like he wasn’t already freaking out (pretty, young, CSI!), but this certainly isn’t helping.

11 Questions Tag Game

Question Tag

Tagged by the lovely @addictionmarvel  Thanks, hun, this looks like fun

Rules: Answer given questions, tag as many people as you want, write new questions for them.

My Questions:

1. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop? If so, what for?

Um, this is a weird little anecdote: Yes, but not while driving (I don’t drive). It happened shortly after I came to Sri Lanka (after having lived in Germany for 19 years). I was taking a picture of the Colombo train station when I was out and about with my mother and my fiance. Next thing I know, I’m being escorted to the station’s police cubicle and questioned regarding suspicious activity. They basically thought I’m a Tamil terrorist taking pics of my next target to bomb (long story). Yeesh. Had to delete the photos and give my address and all, but they were kind of convinced of my innocence because of the whole German thing and me not knowing a word of Tamil and only a handful of words of Sinhalese those days.

2. What’s the weirdest school experience?

Having a boy who didn’t know me at all walk right up to me and say, “Ew, look at that, they allow black girls into Gymnasium now”.

3. Do you trust anyone with your life?

My husband. My best friends from around the globe.

4. What’s your perfect pizza?

A ton of cheese and tomato, maybe some veggies.

5. Perfect partner/s?

I’m NOT going to name that one Brit I’m obsessed with, nu-uh. *lol* I guess someone who loves reading as much as I do. Someone kind and caring, honest and loyal, with a good sense of humor, who likes pets, supports my writing, and doesn’t have a problem with me being caught between two countries/worlds.

6. What are your top 3 favorite names?

Daniel, Michael, Jonathan

7. Have you ever danced in the rain?

No, but would love to.

8. Ugly and live forever, or pretty and die in a year?

Pretty and die in a year. This world isn’t a good one to live forever, especially if you’re ugly.

9. If you could wake up tomorrow as someone else, who’d it be?

Go ahead and kill me for this, but I’ll be naughty and say it anyway: Tom’s girlfriend! ;-)

10. What question do you hate to answer?

What’s the difference between living in Germany and living in Sri Lanka? (It’s not ‘the difference’, it’s a million big and small differences, and unless you want me to get personal and talk for three hours, don’t ask me.)

11. How’s your relationship with your family? (optional)

Yikes… I decided a few years ago not to be in touch with my mother or father. Long, painful, complicated story. No siblings.

Your Questions:

1) If you could choose any animal as your pet, what would you choose?

2) Pizza or pasta?

3) Favourite outfit?

4) What did you want to be when you were a child?

5) Any guilty pleasures?

6) Do you play any instruments?

7) If you had to live on one food item for the rest of your life, what would it be?

8) What do you like most about yourself?

9) Favourite subject in high school?

10) One thing on your bucket list

11) Favourite country

I’m tagging @tinchentitri@hiddlesbumlustalot@deathbyukmen@adamcansuckme@avenger-nerd-mom@noclevernamelbr@bemynightmanager@frenchfrostpudding@smartassmermaid​ and anyone else who’d like to play.

anonymous asked:

prompt: Virgil learning how to cook in a attempt to prove his self worth and leaves food everywhere anonymously and the other sides find out it's him (cue blushing Virgil)

aah thanks, this is cute! hope you like it!

It felt pretty bad, if Virgil was honest, not knowing how to cook when everyone else did. He sometimes caught glimpses of the other sides in the kitchen - Roman singing Disney songs at the stove, Patton baking some sort of cake for the rest of them just because he could, Logan making the healthiest meal he could… and then there was Virgil, who could barely make toast without making one side black. He wanted to be better at cooking, able to at least cook a basic meal, but he had never learned. However, in light of recent events, he thought that if the others were really going to try and include him more, then he could at least prove he was worth it.

It was slow going at first. It took weeks of sneaking into the kitchen when the others weren’t around - he wasn’t doing anything bad, he just wanted to surprise the others by cooking a meal one night, and countless books and websites, but eventually, Virgil surprised himself by learning to make food he never thought he’d be able to make. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, least of all himself, but he was proud of what he’d accomplished. He finally felt like he had something to contribute to his unconventional family.

Despite what he’d achieved, though, Virgil felt a slight unease when he though of making a dinner for the others. What if they didn’t like it? What if they thought he was looking for compliments. Jeez, he knew he was the literal embodiment of anxiety, but did he really have to be anxious about every single thing? Apparently so.

After seconds and seconds of intense debating, Virgil came to the conclusion that if doing something nice for the others face-to-face was too anxiety-inducing, then he’d do it anonymously. He would make foods that the others liked, and leave it out so they’d find it. It seemed like the perfect solution.

The first thing he made was a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Just something simple, to gauge their reaction. As soon as they were out of the oven, he left them out on the table in the living room, resisting the urge to grab one for himself as he sat, headphones in, at the top of the stairs, where it was nice and dark.

A few minutes later, Prince came down the stairs, nearly tripping over Anxiety, who he was not expecting to see out of his room.

“Woah, didn’t see you there, Brad Pitiful,” Roman quipped, the nickname now endearing rather than spiteful. “Didn’t you hear Patton calling? He said he found cookies on the table. Coming?”

Virgil hid a small smile. If Patton had called the others down, it must mean that he liked the cookies, right? “Sure, why not?”

When the pair reached the dining room, the happy look on Patton’s face confirmed Virgil’s hopes. “Guys, someone made these cookies and they’re really good! Who do you think it was?”

“I don’t know,” replied Roman, taking one. “Seeing as it wasn’t you or me, and probably not Anxiety, as I’m pretty sure he can’t cook-”

“I’m right here!” Virgil cut in, slightly offended.

“I know. I’m stating facts, not being mean. As I was saying, it’s probably either Logan or Thomas. They are delightful, though. Try one, Anxiety. Sorry- Virgil. They’re nice, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they’re good,” replied Virgil, taking a bite and going back upstairs, a sense of pride in his chest. He had done something good for once!

Over the next few days, Virgil continued to leave food around for the others, ranging from Logan’s favourite snack, flapjacks, to a bowl of beef, pork and chicken stew for Roman, to cupcakes for Patton, to something big for all of them. Eventually, over lunch one afternoon, Logan spoke up, clearing his throat.

“So, as you all know, over the past few days, someone has been leaving food around for the four of us. Or rather, the three of us. I find it to be a very kind gesture, personally. There is one issue, though: how on Earth did you think that no one would know it was you, Virgil?”

Virgil choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he looked at Logan. “I… what?”

“Oh, come on. Did you really think you were being discreet?” Prince chimed in. “You were the only one who didn’t get anything left out for them. It was kind of obvious.”

“Oh. Well… I… yeah, I did. Point is?” Virgil managed to get out, not sure how to react to the attention.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” Roman stated.

“I thought it was really nice of you. When did you learn how to cook, and why were you leaving things out?” Patton asked, smiling.

“Oh, I just looked at some books and websites and… stuff. I didn’t want to do it face to face, in case you didn’t like it, or you thought I just wanted compliments or whatever,” replied Virgil, a faint blush colouring his cheeks at the compliment.

“That’s amazing, Virgil! You should definitely cook more often, you’re really good at it, and you don’t have to be afraid of making dinner for us. We’re your family!” Patton encouraged.

“I agree!” Prince declared.

“Likewise,” commented Logan.

Virgil was definitely blushing now.

Run away.


One Shot

A/N: I thought that this would be a cute yet serious in some places story.it did turn out longer than I expected, like way longer.I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes.

Word count:  5,145

Warnings: None that I know of.

  We all have those moments in life when we are almost like sleeping beauty, not knowing of the surrounding world, but still moving.It is like we are in a deep sleep. Some of us have to make decisions that were forced on us together with the answer.The thing is, it doesn’t last forever, you have to come back sooner or later.We end up waking up at the last minute when he can’t change anything…or that is what we think.

  That is exactly what had happened to you, suddenly your head shot up and you found yourself in a room.There were women walking around you, dressed in beautiful dresses and smiling.What was happening?You didn’t remember the day or month, it was like you just woke up from a coma and everything was a blur.

  You tried standing up, but noticed the white color enveloping your body.Quickly you walked over to the nearest mirror and looked in it.What you saw made you gasp. Your hair was filled with accessories, a white dress onto your body and make up onto your face. The door opened and you saw some of your so called friends.

“Hey Y/N.”they hugged you “Congratulations on your wedding.”they were so happy about you “Jay is an awesome person, we are sure he will make you happy.” suddenly they showed you a picture of all of you. In it you looked ghostly, like you weren’t actually there.At least that would explain why you couldn’t remember anything.The idea of your wedding started slowly sinking in your mind.You realized what was actually going on at this very moment.

  The man you were supposed to be with forever wasn’t who you wanted.Everything was so sudden, you felt like no one asked you at all, like you were forced to do this. The room started spinning, all the happy voices in it turned into a dreadful sound you wanted out of your head.Your hands covered your ears and your eyes were shut tight. You wanted to run away and never come back, thinking that that might solve the problem at hand.But it was too late, if only you had realized everything sooner.

“Y/N are you ok?”you felt a hand onto your shoulder and looked up, eyes full of tears as one was making her way down your cheek.You slowly removed your hands from your ears and looked around.Your eyes landed onto the open door, from it you could see the chapel exit, opened as well. Maybe it wasn’t too late, maybe there was still a chance to get out of here. 

  You were trembling, it was like a cage you wanted to leave.Your “friends” were holding you, which was making it difficult.

“Y/N you should sit down and rest before the ceremony.Everything will be ok. Should we call Jay?”upon hearing his name your head snapped up

“No.”taking a deep breath ,you figured that they wouldn’t let you go if you were acting like this “I am ok,I…I just need a bit of water.”standing up on your own you took a few steps towards the door.After you made sure they were far from you, you looked around.There were so many people here that you didn’t even know.

“There is the bride!”someone yelled out and your legs started walking backwards towards the chapel doors, as you kept eye contact with the guests.The people stopped clapping and looked at you confused.

“Y/N?” your head moved a bit to the side, as you saw a man in a suit look at you.He extended is arm. “You look pale.”he sounded worried, but you didn’t like it at all. Grabbing the door you were almost out. “What are you doing?”he asked 

“Y/N, Jay is concerned about you.”said a person who seemed to be your friend like the others 

“I don’t know you.”your words shocked him 

“We are getting married, what do you mean you don’t know me?!”he yelled out and you filched “I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

“I…I don’t know you! I don’t know any of you!Where are my parents?”you started looking around searching for the support you needed  

“They couldn’t come.”he sounded suspicions to you, his eyes weren’t honest at all.You turned your back and ran out as fast as you could.Reaching the gates that were leading to the chapel, you threw the shoes you were wearing to the ground.They were only making you slower, no use in that.People were looking at you.Your feet were hurting, but you could hear them running after you. Heart beating fast, you were crying and holding your dress.The little lost lamb running away from the big bad wolf.

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How do they feel about heroes coming back from death

For a lovable anon. It is quite unfair that the heroes can return from death when other characters can’t, right?

Anduin: Does that mean my dad is just too lazy to get up or what?

Ghost Varian: I can’t say I would call it exactly fair. Why can’t I too return from death? I have a war going on in the world of living, you know?

The Council of Three Hammers:

Muradin: Hmph. So. Maybe Arthas did kill me but I returned back like the heroes do? Am I a hero?
Alright, but here is the real question - How does the rest of us learn that?
That’s cheating, it ain’t right, nor natural! If ya die, ya should stay dead.

Tyrande: It’s blessing of the gods. They are just lucky to be the chosen ones. Heroes. We didn’t have this kind of people around when I was young… Younger.

Mekkatorque: Look, whatever. As long as it means we have a never ending supply of heroes when we need them, I don’t really care.

Velen: I am a guy who’s been banned from lottery, I can’t really complain about someone getting an unfair advantage.

Genn: I just hope it’s all legal and not upsetting any kind of deity we have around here.

Aysa: I am sure they are cheating on reincarnation. Which is pretty clever, I must admit. Hm… Excuse me, I think I need to do some heavy research and thinking.

Thrall: (Heavy sigh) But I have to do everything right on the first time…

Spirit of Vol'jin: I’d say I’d like to find out how is dat possible, but… I be kinda busy now.

Ghost Garrosh: You know, you don’t have to babysit my ghost children. I can handle them quite well enough.
Spirit of Vol’jin:
Dey need a momma too!
Ghost Garrosh:
I don’t want you to raise my children! And you can’t be their mother, you’re a guy!
Spirit of Vol’jin:
(With confusion) Wut has dat to do wit’ anythin’?
Ghost Goruma (Ghost child no. 24):
Mom, dad? Could you argue quiter? We are trying to sleep.

Baine: I am sure there are stupid bets going within the heroes community. Thing as “I bet you die at least 6 times until the next time I see you.”

Sylvanas: I am not responsible for them coming back, so everyone can stop giving me the questioning looks now!

Kel’thuzad: No, me neither. Find someone else to blame, not everyone returning from death is to be blamed on the Scourge.

Lor'themar: I… I actually never really noticed that. And to be honest, I don’t really care.

Gallywix: Alright but… How? Are they undead? Are they immortal? Is it a curse? Is there a scientific explanation? Just… How?

Ji: I don’t want to be that guy but we should be super careful about not letting any hero to be caught by anyone who would get information out of them by torture. If they are this kind of immortal, it could turn against us.

Taedal: We… We actually do return from death, you know? The respawn time lasts like forever, but we do return.

Taedal: (Looks at all the ghosts and spirits) Well, unless there is some kind of a plot reason why we stay dead. But mostly we return, it takes a hour or two. Or twelve.

Because I Don’t Sleep At All Without You Pressed Up Against Me

HI so this is a kinda sorry-i-haven’t-been-posting-that-much-but-here-have-this-while-u-wait-for-bwybms kinda thing aLso what is UP with the title how long do i have to make it smh im sorry ANYWAY i decided to write a lil more of the more-than-bestfriends-less-than-boyfriends kinda thing because imo it’s so underrated and CUTE so thsi is kinda written on those grounds i hope it ok anyway BYE

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dan and phil are tired teenage art students who nap together a lot


Dan doesn’t think it should be legal to wake up before nine am.

He yawns, throwing his bag up to his bed on the top bunk, leaning against the metal ladder, and fighting the urge to throw himself up there along with his luggage. They have to be out of the hotel by six pm, something about visiting a seaside museum, bring your sketchbooks, don’t be late, blah blah blah – Dan had stopped listening after the first two minutes.

He hasn’t slept in what has to be over thirty-six hours; he’d lost last night’s sleep to cramming in some last-minute packing at four in the morning after having forgotten about it all night, and by the time he’d finished, it had been time to leave for the trip. He hadn’t been able to sleep on the coach – in his opinion; noisy, clumsy, uncomfortable and dirty vehicles aren’t exactly the best napping environments; especially considering he’d often be described as one of those annoying ‘fussy sleepers’ who literally cannot get to sleep unless they’re in absolute pitch darkness and silence. Which, considering he’s sharing a room with five others for a week, is probably going to cost him another couple of nights’ sleep, so he’ll be sure to look forward to that.

He doesn’t quite know why he’s even going on this stupid art trip. He’d only used it as an excuse to skip school for a week, but now he isn’t too sure where he’d rather be.

He yawns again, squeezing his eyes shut and scratching his head. Fuck, he doesn’t want to go out tonight. He doesn’t think he can manage it; he’ll get half an hour into the museum before passing out on the floor.

The en-suite bathroom door shuts, and his black-haired classmate emerges, drying his damp face with a flannel. If Dan didn’t know any better, he’d assume Phil is just as tired as he is and had just splashed cold water on his face in an attempt at staying awake.

That doesn’t seem like a bad idea, actually. Maybe he should try it.

“You alright?” Dan raises his eyebrows, eyeing the boy up and down.

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Originally posted by qrishan

Of the endless endearing qualities that you possess, the one that Joonmyun finds the most captivating is that of your bold nature. Your willingness to confidently express yourself, regardless of the situation, has always captured Joonmyun’s attention and respect. He loves that you’re comfortable enough with yourself and your surroundings to pursue what you want without hesitation and he’s thankful that, several years ago, you were bold enough to pursue him.

If you hadn’t made the first move, Joonmyun isn’t so sure that he would’ve ever gotten the courage to speak to you, let alone ask you out on a date. Your bold nature intrigued him, yes, but it also intimidated him at first. He was certain that should he even try to speak to you’d scoff and tell him to get lost.

He doesn’t particularly enjoy admitting it but he’s thankful that he was wrong.

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Dear God … 

I just saw an anti publicly outing someone’s home address.

I don’t even want to get into whether the initial person they outed was right/wrong because - to be honest - their behaviour did look very inappropriate, but you’re willing to out someone’s address? Seriously?

Let’s not even get into whether they deserve to potentially be abused, beaten, or killed for flirting with a minor on Tumblr … let’s get into their innocent family who could live there, visit there, or even random people like say cleaners who could work there. Let’s talk about people who may be mistaken for them, or who may get caught in the crossfire, or hurt just for knowing them.

I mean, what else will get people’s addresses outed?

Is someone posting NSFW deserving to have their address outed? Is someone writing fanfiction enough to be outed? Is someone just being friends with a minor enough to be outed? Not to mention you just broke the bloody law in your quest to provide bodily harm to a living person.

Please to all shippers: take precautions.

Do not interact with any anti-blogs; there are means to get your IP address, which is all they need to get a general location, and never post pictures of yourself (as these can be used to find other social media accounts). Never give your real name. Never give your DOB. Never post any identifying information. If you post anything, they can and will find you.

Anon requested:  Headcanons about how the boys would react if candy told them she chose another guy pls? (Your blog is awesome tbh)

A/N: Thank you so much! I hope you like it! :)


Nathaniel would probably be really surprised; he thought that he was finally getting somewhere with his and Candy’s relationship. So, when she told him that she was dating Castiel, he was completely caught off guard. 

“I-I’m happy for you,” he told her, forcing a smile. And to be honest, he was happy for Candy. She’d found someone who liked her just like she deserved; how could he not be happy for his friend? He just wished that she had realized that he could be the one to make her that happy…


Castiel’s immediate reaction was jealousy. Candy was his! He was the only one she could date! He stopped, though, when he realized that it might have been that kind of thinking that caused her to choose someone else in the first place. 

“I knew you had a soft spot for him,” he smirked at Candy. She was dating Lysander. He couldn’t be mad at either one of them. They were two of his best friends, and if anyone deserved to be happy, it was the two of them. He couldn’t help feeling like maybe if he was more affectionate the way Lysander was, Candy would be his girlfriend instead…


Lysander’s eyes widened as Candy told him the news. She was dating Nathaniel! Had I not been clear enough with my feelings? he asked himself, absentmindedly feeling for the poem he had written that was in his pocket.

“That’s nice,” he smiled. “I hope the two of you are happy.” I should have given this to her sooner, he scolded himself in his head, referring to the poem. It was going to reveal all of the feelings he held for Candy; his admiration, his passion, his love. It was too late.


When Candy had come racing to Kentin to tell him “the greatest news”, he assumed it would be something that would make him just as happy. Boy, was he wrong. 

“Y-You’re dating Armin?” he squeaked, biting his lip. He didn’t want Candy to see how upset he was at her news. “That…that’s great!” he continued feigning his happiness. In reality, he was trying to hold his tears back. He’d thought that when he came back from military school, Candy would see a different side of him and would finally realize how perfect they were for each other. I’m so stupid…


Armin and Candy were sitting on his couch playing some video game when she revealed that she was dating Kentin. Armin dropped his controller and turned towards Candy in surprise. She paused the game and looked at him, smiling. 

“Oh…well, that’s cool,” he said nonchalantly, pretending like the news didn’t affect him. “Let’s get back to the game.” He picked up his controller again and unpaused the game. For the rest of the day, though, Candy and Kentin was the only thing he could concentrate on. Candy beat him every round after that until she decided it was time for her to leave. “Alexy?” Armin called once she had gone home. “Can we talk?”

A/N: Sorry for the second announcement, but I have a question for you guys! I have a few different accounts on My Candy Love, and on one of them, Kentin is about to come back from military school. This wouldn’t be such a big deal, but I wasn’t the nicest to him before he left. I checked and his affinity is at -20…

Do any of you know what happens when he comes back? I know that he’s nice to you if you were nice to him, but I wasn’t nice to him…Also, how hard is it to regain my affinity points with him? Thanks if you’re able to help :)

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