A WEIRD ONE BEFORE I GO TO BED

Notes to the girl whose house I live in

by reddit user JJX2525

It took me a week to find where you keep your wifi password. A whole week! I was really worried you’d thrown it away, but lo and behold, there it was in the cutlery drawer of all places. Everything about the way you organize things confuses me. I guess because you live on your own now you just put things any old place. I know there was someone else before, I heard you talking about him on the phone. Johnny, I think? Jimmy? Anyway, I know because you said it was tough being alone. But you’re not alone, of course. You have me!

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So I just did a post about how I manage my time and my daily schedule and such, and I felt like this part is really important and was getting lost in the minutiae of my day, so I made it a separate post. I was talking about various ways in which my life is not necessarily “normal”, like how I go to bed at 7:30, which people treat as one of my eccentricities, and rightly so. But while it is weird it speaks to the crux of my life philosophy, which I’ve spoken about before as regards dealing with anon hate:

My time and attention are finite resources and they have a value I can bestow where I wish. If something is not necessary to survive, does not solve a problem, or does not provide joy, I stop doing it.

I pay my bills and do my dishes and wash my clothes because you have to do those things. I engage in activism and try to stay current on the news because I believe I have a moral duty to contribute to society, and I run because it’s good for my heart and my body. I have friendships, engage in fandom, play the ukulele, write, go to concerts and movies and art galleries because it brings me joy to do so.

Going to bed early solves a problem for me: I wasn’t doing anything useful with that time anyway, I wasn’t enjoying myself or feeling happy. If I wasn’t getting any benefit from that time, how could I put it to better use? Sleeping is beneficial, so I tried that, and it worked; I get more sleep and I don’t miss anything I can’t catch up with. Work doesn’t make me especially happy or fulfill me in ways we could all wish, but that’s okay. Work is necessary to survive, so I do it. I don’t date much because I tried dating semi-recently and the promise of future joy did not outweigh the lack of joy that dating itself brought to my life; it was painful, ugly, and boring, and so I stopped doing it. 

The dating thing may change in the future, if eventually the promise of a relationship becomes more enticing, but it’s an example of how the pursuit of happiness is non-standard, and you are allowed to weigh the cost against the payoff based on your own personal feelings, not on society’s dictates. Because it turns out when you are doing what makes you happy, when you feel joy, you could give two shits about what everyone else thinks should make you happy. 

Sometimes, what brings me joy is sitting on the couch listening to a podcast I’ve already heard ten times and playing a stupid mindless flash game; I often catch myself thinking “I could be doing something more useful, something cooler, something more active” and remind myself “But this is making me happy, and it’s what I’m capable of doing right now.”

“Does this make me happy” or, if you’re struggling with happiness, “Does this calm and soothe me” is a great metric for what you should be doing in life when you are on your own time. It’s a good way to check in with yourself and lead yourself towards a more fulfilling life on your own terms. 

If you are out at a bar with friends, stop and ask, does this make me happy? Because there is no way in which asking that does not help. If being at a bar doesn’t make you happy and if it’s the only time you see your friends, maybe it’s time for a change; you are now free to pursue something that will make you happy. If being at a bar doesn’t make you happy but your friends do, and this is one way to bond with them of many, then it’s a cost with a later benefit, and you’ve now become conscious that while you aren’t happy right this minute, you are paying into future joy. And if you like being out at a bar with friends and are having a good time, then you’ve reaffirmed to yourself that you are happy and this is where you want to be. And affirming that you are feeling joy is a great thing to do. 

You don’t have to be happy all the time – but on your own time, when work and chores and the duties of the day are done, you should devote yourself to finding joy in whatever form that takes, be it a nap or a party or a date or your kids or, I don’t know, watching people make fake food on YouTube. 

Believing that your time and attention have value and should only be bestowed on the worthy means coming to believe that you have value, which is so hard to do that I’ll take any shortcut I can get. Devoting your time time and attention only to what is necessary or what is pleasurable means learning a great deal about what you value, and I truly believe leads you to a more fulfilled life.

So when people ask me about time management, I have real tips and tricks to offer – but I think the most important think I can offer is the suggestion that whatever time you have, you should believe it has value because it is yours, and you should direct it appropriately. 

Workout/Health Tips

I’ve watched PLENTY of videos, read TONS of articles, and visited a BUNCH of blogs. I’ve compiled some tips that have helped me on my journey; I hope they help you as well. 

-Use chop sticks (when & if you can). The idea behind this is tip that eating with chop sticks makes you eat slower. The slower you eat, the more time your body has to begin the digestion process AND it becomes easier for you to tell if you’re full or not. When you’re scarfing down your 4 plates - even if they aren’t high in fat & are your healthy foods, you’re just eating on a probably already full stomach. *another way to eat slower that doesn’t involve chop sticks is to eat snacks with your non-dominant hand.

- Lemon & cucumber water. This one really doesn’t need much explanation - so many fitness bloggers and youtubers have sworn on this cleanse. Living at college it can be difficult, but my school does have fruit infused water sometimes which is great. If you’re living at school and your dining halls don’t offer infused water, here’s a tip - the lemons are most likely by the tea & the cucumbers are at the salad bar; it’s all about searching. Also, drink ice water as soon as you wake up and wait 5-10 minutes before eating; it boosts your metabolism.

- Smaller plates & bowls –> BLUE. Now this tip is all about our dear friend, Portion Control. If you decrease the size of your plate/the surface you’re eating off of, your body will be like “hey, that’s a whole plate of food, when the plate is empty, I’ll be full.” I included “BLUE” in this tip because it’s scientifically proven that the color blue suppresses appetite, making you eat less. Whereas red has the opposite effect - it makes you hungrier. (Why do you think McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Burger King, & Chik-fil-a all have red in their logo?)

- Wear your gym clothes & sneakers around the house. This one sounds weird but when I’m wearing my workout clothes & sneakers, I tend to be less lazy and more productive. It’s sounds insane, I know, but it works! Try it for a few days - you’ll probably spend less time in front of the TV and more time on your feet. Whether you’re cleaning around the house, going for a walk, or doing meal prep, anything is better than being plopped in front of the TV with a bag of chips.

- Green tea before bed. I’ve been doing this for the last 2weeks and it’s great. Green tea is proven to boost your metabolism, calm your nerves, and it prevents to flu and cold by 60%.  I recommend drinking your hot tea about an hour - two hours before you go to bed. Also, try to stop eating food 3-4hrs before bed.

- Eat healthiest part of meal first. This goes without much explanation but let’s say you’ve just finished a great High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) workout and you’ve gotten lunch. On your plate, you have your protein, a salad, & a small serving of carbs. The first thing you’re going to want to eat is not going to be the carbs - no matter how good that pasta looks. This is because if you eat your healthy portion first and happen to get full before finishing your entire meal, you’ve avoided the unhealthy portion. If you ate the unhealthy portion first and got full, you just missed out on the protein and nutrients your body needs after a HIIT workout. Also, when eating salads, try to get your dressings and sauces on the side.


If you’re interested in more tips I’ve found helpful, feel free to message me!

About last night- Ethan & Grayson Dolan *SMUT*

Author: raeswritings

Pairing: Ethan x Bestfriend!reader, Grayson x Bestfriend!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: THREESOME!!!!!!! Over stimulation, oral sex. I think that’s it.

A/N: This is my first threesome smut I wrote. It took me five hours to write, so feedback is appreciated. Also thank you for those who sent in ideas and those who helped, you know who you are.

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The sound of birds chirping combined with the sunlight hitting your face caused you to sir from your slumber. You slowly open your eyes and notice that you aren’t in your bedroom. Feeling something heavy on your side, you slowly turn your head to see your best friend, Ethan, laying peacefully asleep beside you with an arm wrapped around your waist. Looking around the room you see your bra on the lamp shade. Seeing clothes around thrown at random places in the room send you into panic mode.

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playing with fire

*gif credit to owner @jungkook-gifs*

pairing: you x Jungkook 

themes: idol!jungkook, friendswithbenefits!au, older!oc, older!jungkook

warnings: swearing, slightly smutty, angst, fluff

word count: 9.8+k

summary: they say friends with benefits never works. fun turns into feelings and everyone gets hurt. you and jungkook are no different to the stereotype. jungkook is in too deep for comfort and you’re not sure if you can return what he wants. after all, he is a sought after celebrity and you know the consequences of playing with a little too much fire.

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The sun is bright, almost too bright as you finally open your eyes from your deep slumber. Not only is the sun too bright, but it is also too damn hot in this room. Your vision blurs together to a couple seconds before it clears, comprehending my surroundings. A familiar sight covers your eyes and you go to stretch your body out until you are halted by a heavy entity; another body. You glance up to the left to be met with soft brown hair dangling, closed eyes, and slightly parted mouth that breathes slowly in and out. Memories flash across your mind as you remember the first time you saw the now familiar face.

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Secret Kink

Oh GOD this took me so long, but I’m finally done with it! Seriously hope you guys like it, this was find to write.

This one goes out to ma girl, @trulymadlysydney.

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

WARNING: Contains smut.

3445 words.


You hadn’t meant for him to find out. This kink, this little secret of yours was something that you had held close to your heart for as long as you could remember. While it wasn’t particularly strange or weird, it embarrassed you. The mere thought of it had your cheeks flushing a deep pink and your hands growing a little clammy.

So, to have Harry hovering over you, straddling your hips firmly with his fingers flying over your torso, was way too much. It was your worst nightmare combined with your most private fantasy, and you were in complete shock. Giggles and little shrieks fell from your lips, Harry beaming down at you as he continued his relentless movements.

“C’mon baby, tell me! I told you mine…” he grinned, slowing his fingers so they were just trailing up and down your sensitive sides, goose bumps appearing wherever he touched.

Your laughter subsided slightly, the occasional little giggle still bubbling from your mouth whenever he found a particularly sensitive area. All he wanted to know was who your first kiss was, and it would be easy enough for you just to tell him, but you kind of didn’t want the tickling to end.

You didn’t know what it was about tickling that got you going so much. It wasn’t just the action, no, it was more than that. It was the idea of being so completely at Harry’s mercy, knowing that he had the ability to tease you right to your very limits, and even then he could keep going. It was the feeling of desperately wanting him to stop but at the same time loving it so much that if he were to stop you would protest.

Harry leaned over you, his face nuzzling in against your neck, his breath warm as it washed over your skin.

“It’s like you don’t want me to stop,” he murmured, and you could almost hear him smirking, his words hitting you like a tonne of bricks. Your breath hitched in your throat, palms growing clammy at his observation.

He shuffled back a little to meet your eyes, fingers still dancing over you lightly as he smiled down at you. His eyes had their familiar twinkle in them as he looked at you, but you noted there was something else there, something dark and almost carnal.

“Do you?” he asked boldly, eyes piercing your own. You could almost feel him reading your innermost desires, and your cheeks deepened their embarrassed flush as you looked back at him, unable to break his gaze.

“Baby, I asked you a question. I need an answer. Do you want me to stop tickling you?” he murmured, his voice coming out a little breathless as he anticipated your response.

Your hesitated a moment longer, your lip nibbling anxiously on your bottom lip before you shook your head, never breaking his gaze.

Harry let out a low, guttural moan, eyes darkening as they scanned over your face. His hands slid up your sides and under your armpits, pushing your arms up above your head and pinning your wrists there.

“Do you like this? Do you like being all helpless and wriggly?” he breathed, attaching his lips to the delicate skin of your neck, sucking and nibbling a little.

You hummed in response, a tiny, slightly strained moan pushing itself from your throat as your hips rutted up against his own.

“What do you like about it?” he pressed, continuing his sucks and nibbles.

You nibbled at your lip again, brow furrowing a little, your words trapped in your throat. Harry must’ve sensed your unease, because he sat up, one hand slipping into yours while the other moved to stroke back your hair, his gaze softening as he looked down at you fondly.

“Hey… I wanna know about this, sweetheart. I don’t think this is weird. I think it’s hot. I love it. And I love you,” he reassured, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before leaning back again.

“How about we go and get all comfy in bed, and you tell me about it.  Yeah? No judgement, I promise. I just wanna know so that I can make you feel good, yeah?”

You nodded, brow relaxing a little as a small smile crept onto your face.

“Sorry. For getting all… I dunno. Silly…”

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart. Never be sorry for something like this, okay? I love you,” he repeated, kissing your forehead before shuffling off you and helping you up.

“C’mon,” he grinned, heaving you up over his shoulder, his arm gripping your waist as you broke into surprised giggles, hands fisting at the back of his t-shirt. He carried you easily to your shared bedroom, chuckling as delighted giggles continued to stream out of your mouth.

Once he’d set you down, he flopped back on the bed, patting his chest as he grinned up at you.

“C’mere.”

You gladly obliged, collapsing on top of him in another bout of nervous giggles so that you were settled comfortably between his legs, your chest pressed against his as you propped yourself up on him to meet his eyes.

“Okay… Comfy?” he asked, a hand slipping into your hair.

You nuzzled into his touch, nodding and grinning as your eyes flickered lazily, enjoying his touch.

“Good. So, tell me about this little kink of yours,” he encouraged, his other hand moving to rub your back gently.

You took a little breath, reminding yourself that this was just Harry. He loved you, and he just wanted to know you better. With that in mind and his comforting touch soothing you, you began.

“Well… I guess… I dunno, cause it’s not like anyone’s done it before, y’know?” you started, eyes meeting Harry’s has he nodded encouragingly.

“I guess I always knew I liked to be dominated. I like when you take control, and I like feeling out of control… I like it when I don’t know what’s next. I like when… How do I explain…” you hummed, pausing a moment as you gathered your thoughts, Harry waiting patiently for you to continue.

“I guess what I mean is that I like the feeling of being able to give myself completely to you. Where I don’t have to make any decisions, or make any moves… I just do as I’m told and I can sort of… let go. Completely. And tickling is a part of that, I guess. It’s like… A way that you can push me, without it being painful, y’know? Like, I’m scared of pain and all that other stereotypical BDSM stuff. But with tickling… It seems so harmless. I mean, you couldn’t definitely use it to push someone to the edge, but… I dunno. I like feelimg embarrassed. I just… Yeah. I think that’s what… I mean… Yeah,” you finished, looking back up at Harry, cheeks flushing yet again with your sudden bout of honesty.

Harry shifted a little underneath you, and if you didn’t know any better you could’ve sworn you could feel the beginnings of his cock hardening against you, your hips pressed together.

“That’s… Damn,” he breathed, his tongue darting out and flicking momentarily over his lips, leaving them glistening.

“I want that. I want you like that. Baby… I really want that. Please?” he murmured, watching your expression closely.

You couldn’t nod quick enough, hands smoothing over his upper arms as your hips ground down slightly against his groin.

“I want that too. Can we… I mean, could we try now?” you barely whispered.

Harry groaned in response, leaning up and pressing his lips to yours. It was an urgent kiss, his tongue wasting no time slipping into your mouth, completely different from the reassuring peck Harry had given you earlier. You hummed into the kiss, hands roaming over his familiar frame as your hips continued to rut against one another, desperate for more of each other.

You finally broke apart, both breathless a little flushed, and Harry pulled you both up so that he was sitting with you on his lap, his hands resting comfortably on the curve of your arse.

“I want to tie your hands together with one of my ties, is that okay?” he asked, his voice a little gruff as he questioned you.

“Yes. Please.”

“Good. I want you to take all your clothes off, underwear included, and then lay back for me, okay?” he instructed, running his thumb tenderly over your bottom lip.

You nodded, and he audibly sighed as he looked at you. “God you’re perfect. Okay… Off you get.”

You shuffled off him, eagerly tugging off your clothes and getting yourself comfortable on the bed as Harry moved around the room. You watched him blissfully as he stripped down to his boxers, selecting a tie from his extensive collection and stepping back to you. He stood at the end of the bed, eyes scanning over every inch of you. A small groan pushed through his lips, his hand moving to rest on your calf and thumb moving absent-mindedly over your bare skin.

“Before I tie you up, I want to just set a safe word for you, okay? Do you know what that is?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“It should be something you wouldn’t normally say in… well, in the bedroom,” he chuckled. “Ah, and it’s probably better if it’s one syllable so it’s nice and easy to say.”

You squinted for a moment in concentration, lip caught between your teeth.

“Grape!” you answered, grinning up at him.

“Grape it is,” he smiled back, shuffling onto the bed and settling himself between your legs. He carefully tied the tie around your wrists, pressing a delicate kiss to the back of your hand.

“Okay. Up above your head please baby.”

You moved them up, chest rising and falling quickly as your heart rate rose at the prospect of what was to come. You and Harry had of course tried things in the bedroom before, but nothing as intense as this. You could feel yourself dropping into an unknown state – you felt little, and helpless, and aroused, and nervous, and excited, and it was all quite a lot to process. There was no one else you’d rather do this with however, and that reassured you. This was Harry, your Harry. You loved him and he loved you.

Harry must’ve sensed how you felt, because he leaned down and pressed the most gentle kiss to your lips, pushing a hand into your hair.

“How do you feel?”

You thought for a second.

“Little.”

Harry smiled, nodding. “Is it a good feeling?”

You broke into a shy grin, nodding up at him.

“Oh baby… You’re so sweet… I’m glad you feel good,” he cooed softly, kissing your cheek. His fingers began to trail slowly up and down your sides, dancing over your skin.

“I want you to tell me where it’s the most tickly.”

“Like… where on my body?” you asked, your voice meek.

“Yes please sweetheart,” he nodded, his fingers continuing to move.

“I… I don’t… M’not sure,” you admitted, your nipples pebbling as his fingers brushed underneath your breasts.

“Okay… Okay, that’s okay. How about I just start tickling, and you tell me where it feels the most intense? Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, cheeks flushing a little. You felt like you were constantly a little embarrassed, and you loved it. It was clear Harry did too, because he couldn’t wipe the fond expression off his face.

His fingers started to travel over you, moving from your breasts down over your tummy, up your sides, and under your armpits. You broke into giggles, wriggling a little beneath him. When he reached your armpits you jolted, breath catching in your throat before a fresh wave of laughter washed over you. Harry’s face was lit up with delight as he watched your reaction, and it was clear he was loving this just as much as you.

The thought of this pleasing him only made the vague throbbing between your legs intensify, and you knew that one look at you would reveal how painfully obvious your arousal was.

“Is it here baby? Under your arms?”

“Y-yes! Yes!” you stuttered, whining and giggling as he continued to move his fingers over the sensitive skin.

“Are you wet?” he asked, his fingers never ceasing.

“Y-yes.”

“Is this tickling getting you all wet baby?”

“Y-yes!”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

You let out a low moan in between your giggles, hips pushing up a little at his words.

“I asked you a question, little one.”

“Y-yes. Please Haz. Please?” you asked, your voice plaintive and a little shaky as your eyes met his.

Harry’s fingers came to a halt as he shuffled off the bed, rummaging around in his bedside draw. Your chest heaved as you watched him with wide eyes, full of anticipation for what was to come next. He joined you back on the bed, something little wrapped up in his palm.

“Knees up,” he instructed, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your knee as you moved them up.

“Open up for me a little more please,” he asked, tapping your leg.

You widened your legs so that you were completely exposed, and you knew that Harry could now see the full extent of your arousal. He let out a huff of air, groaning softly and shifting as his eyes drank you in hungrily.

“Oh sweetheart… Look at you… All messy and desperate,” he whispered, a hand moving to rest firmly on your thigh. He placed whatever was in his hand down by his side, shuffling down so that his face was hovering right over your pussy. You could feel his hot breath washing over you, and let out a little whimper, hips pushing up, desperate for contact.

His lips pressed against the fleshy skin just above your clit, before working a trail of kisses around your clit and over your outer lips. You were panting now, chest rising and falling rapidly as you anticipated his tongue on you, and then suddenly, an intense shock of pleasure hit you. He had managed to retrieve the mystery item at his side without you noticing, too caught up in your desperation to see.

It was a small, powerful bullet vibrator, and it was being pressed firmly against your clit. Waves of pleasure rolled over you, and your could feel the beginnings of your orgasm building right in the pit of your stomach, your body jolting and hips moving in response.

“Good girl, good girl… Does that feel good?” he cooed, pressing kisses to your inner thigh.

All you could do was moan in response, goose bumps decorating your entire body.

“How about now?” he asked as he shuffled to sit up, his free hand beginning to tickle your side.

It was overwhelming to say the least, the excessive stimulation leaving you a breathless, giggly, moaning, flushed mess. It felt so good and you felt so far away from the real world, your brain almost dizzy with pleasure. You sort of lost track of time at this point, the steady vibration of the bullet on your clit never ceasing as Harry continued to tickle you, alternating between your underarms and your sides.

“N-need… G-gonna- Oh god!” you moaned, desperate for release.

“Cum baby, c’mon… Let go,” Harry murmured.

That was all you needed. Your orgasm washed over you, your moans catching in your throat as your entire body convulsed underneath him, your hips pushing up before dropping back down. Harry’s movements slowed for a moment as you caught your breath, but then he was right back at it, the vibrator circling your clit as his fingers began to work at your sides once more.

It wasn’t long before you were cumming again, the second orgasm just as incredible as the first, but faster and more intense. And just like the first time, Harry was unceasing with his movements. This was a first, and you didn’t know if you could handle it, but before you knew it, a third, mind-blowing orgasm was flooding over you, your voice hoarse with moans and giggles and shrieks as Harry’s fingers flew over your underarms.

Finally, everything stopped. You were exhausted, your eyes shut and body limp on the mattress. You could hear the vibrator clicking off, and then Harry’s hands were on yours, carefully untying the silky fabric from your rests. Your arms fell to your sides, a residual tremor running through your body. Your hand came to your face and you felt the tears that must’ve escaped during the intensity of it all, and you suddenly felt incredibly overwhelmed.

Harry was right there, lips pressing against your neck and hands rubbing slowly over your arms and sides. You felt his cock nudge against your sensitive pussy and you whimpered, breath catching in your throat as he pushed into you slowly.

“Shhh little one… I’ve got you… M’right here, I’ve got you…” he soothed, kissing along your jaw as his hips started to move slowly, pushing deep into you with each thrust. “Open those eyes for me baby,” he murmured, his voice a little breathless as he continued to push into you.

You pulled your eyes open, immediately finding his, your arms wrapping around his torso.

“That’s it. Good girl… God, you’re so beautiful,” he moaned.

He was so deep inside you, and with every thrust you could feel him nudging against your g-spot, rubbing against it with his swollen tip. His movements began to speed up a little, thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer and closer. His fingers found your clit and began to rub against it messily, and all you could do was moan weakly as fourth orgasm crept up on you.

“Cum with me sweetheart… C’mon… C-cum,” he moaned, and you did, the most intense, white-hot pleasure washing over you. His face nuzzled in against you as he came with you, his hot climax filling you up. His fingers slowed as you both came down from your highs, your chests rising and falling against each other.

He pulled out slowly and you whimpered at the loss of contact, thighs trembling as he collapsed next to you, nudging his face in against your neck and pressing gentle kisses to whatever skin he could find. An arm wrapped around your waist, and you felt so safe and secure, letting out little puffs of air as you felt his cum dribble out of you.

You both stayed like that for a while, and at this point you had completely lost all sense of time. You knew he was letting you settle, and you were so glad that he was giving you the time you needed.

Eventually, his soothing voice broke the comfortable silence. “Hey, sweetheart… Time to come back, yeah?” he coached, although there was no pressure in his tone.

Your eyes flickered open as your face turned towards him, and you managed a weak smile as you looked at him. Your eyes were glossy and your lips were swollen, and you knew you must look all fucked out. Harry smiled back at you, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips before kissing you properly, a hand pushing gently into your tangled hair. You kissed back eagerly despite your exhaustion, breaking away with a soft giggle.

“Hey,” he grinned.

“Hey.”

“That was… wow,” he breathed, pecking your forehead.

“I know…” you giggled softly. “I came four times!”

“I know! I… Fuck, you’re… Baby, you’re incredible. We’re definitely doing this again.”

You chuckled, hiding your face in his neck as yet another blush crept onto your cheeks.

“I’m just gonna get a flannel, yeah?” he murmured after a moment, and you sighed as his weight left the bed, slumped back happily against the mattress.

He was back in a minute, and you hummed contentedly as he wiped over your thighs and pussy, whimpering a little when he brushed over your still-sensitive clit. He cleaned himself up as well, and then he was back, tugging the soft duvet up over you both.

“C’mere,” he smiled, arm open, inviting you to cuddle close. You shuffled in against his familiar figure, your head resting on his bare chest, listening to the familiar sound of his steady heartbeat.

“I love you,” you murmured.

His hand began to move slowly over your back, his lips nudging a kiss against the top of your head.

“I love you too. Thanks for doing this for me…” you murmured, snuggling even closer under the duvet.

“Oh, sweetheart… Any time,” he chuckled, cuddling you close.    

Open Your Eyes - Stiles (part 1)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Stiles x Reader 

(Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now? 

Word count: 2547

Next part: part 2  - part 3  - part 4  - part 5 

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“Have a nice day,”  my mom said with a smile. I ignored her and rolled my eyes behind my dark sunglasses.

“We’ll see about that,” I finally spoke out. Before my mother could respond I opened the door of the car and quickly shut once I was outside. My mom didn’t try to go after me. She had already failed enough to know that it wouldn’t help anyone. Instead, she drove away, leaving me in front of the big and old building of Beacon Hills High School.

I rummaged through my bag until I found my white cane. I grabbed it and unfolded it. Once I was sure it was on complete length, I made my way to the entrance. I could feel the eyes on me. But I was already used to it. It only happened for whole my life.

I was born blind. I will always remember when I was four and heard my mom crying the day before my first day of school. “Why couldn’t she be normal,” she cried to my father. It crushed my little heart. Fortunately school itself wasn’t too bad. The bad thing was that when I was 13, my dad had gotten a new job which was a result of a lot of moving around the country. Beacon Hills High would be my… 8 school. But my parents promised me that it will be the last one before college.

So, yeah. I was born blind, but I can see actually now. A few years ago, I was in the woods with my parents when I got attacked by some wild animal. It resulted in me going to the hospital and staying there for three weeks in the intensive care. At least that’s what people told me, because I was unconscious for most of it. The weird thing was, that when I woke up, I could see. I could see the hospital room, the bed I was in, everything. I never told anyone about it. Not even my parents. I knew that it would rise up weird questions and they would probably send me to a secret lab to get me checked out. ´

I walked until my cane hit the stairs. I sighed just when a female voice behind me asked if I needed some help.

“Oh no, I’m fine. But thank you.” I smiled to the girl. I looked at her through my glasses. Fortunately she didn’t see that. How could I explain why I - a blind person - was eyeing her down.

The girl was shorter than me. She had long fiery hair and she was wearing a light sundress. She gave me a kind smile.

“Well, let me at least help you get to your locker.”

“That would be great.” I smiled. We walked together up the stairs and when we got to the door and she held it open for me. I ticked around with my stick and thanked her again.

“I’m Lydia by the way.”

“(Y/N)” I introduced myself. Lydia guided me through the busy hallway and talked about the school and her friends: “I’m sure you’ll love them.” We walked for a few more seconds before Lydia finally realised she was missing some major piece of information.

“228,” I said before she could even ask me.

“How did you know?”

“I assumed you will ask me sooner or later.” I smiled and I saw her let out a small laugh.

“Well, here it is,” we stopped in front of a locker.

“Lydia, could you tell me on which number the lock is positioned?”

“Uhm, it’s a five,”

“Thanks.” I touched around on my locker for the lock and once I got it, I started to twist it to get my combination. It finally unlocked and I started to get my books out. One by one, I felt for the letters and started to think when I was gonna need them. In the meantime, Lydia had to get her own books, so she said goodbye and that she would meet me at lunch. So I was, again, all alone. I had no idea what to do now. I closed my locker and unfolded my schedule paper. I felt the small dots:

I turned around from my locker, on the other side of the hall, right opposite of me, there was a boy. He was trying to stuff in his already packed locker.

I though. He was also my only option, because for some reason, this hallway was completely empty.

I took my cane and started to walk towards him. I waved it around slightly until I lightly hit his ankle. He immediately turned around. He seemed confused at first, but when he saw my cane his expression changed to a softer one.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” I smiled, “I was wondering if you could, maybe, guide me to my lesson.”

“What gives me the honor of this,” he laughed, but I could hear that he meant it in a kind way.

“Because, from what I could hear, we are the only people in this hallway.”

“Right.” his wide smile dropped a bit. “So what class so you have?”

“Uhm, Econ from a certain mr FInstock.” I told him. His smile returned as quickly as it vanished.

“Great, that’s where Iḿ heading off to too.” He offered his hand for me to shake, “My name’s Stiles.”

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.” I held out my hand a bit more to the left than his hand was. Stiles quickly realised his mistake and took my hand from the direction I was pointing it at.

“Nice to meet you too.” he shook it.

I have been here for less than 15 minutes, I have already been pleasantly surprised by a few people. It almost never happened that somebody opened the door for me. Or didn’t correct me when I didn’t hold out my hand in the right direction. Obviously I do it not to look suspicious, but I will always remember when it wasn’t just an act and when I was really blind. I couldn’t see a damn thing in front of me and people always used to talk about it like it was nothing. But here, it was already different. Especially the next thing.

“Here, take my hand. Than you can get rid of that cane.”Stiles offered. He out his hand on mine and I gladly grabbed it. With my other hand, I folded my cane and put it in my bag. For a second I thought if he maybe had a blind relative, but I couldn’t really figure it out. He was a big mystery, just like me…

“Ladies and Gentleman, this will be the last stop, please step out.” he badly mimicked train conductor but I still couldn’t help but laugh. We walked into the classroom, still hand in hand, and he only let me go when I was seated. Stiles took the seat next to me.

Soon after, the bell rang and the rest of the class walked in, followed by a man who looked like he was electrocuted and after that still had drunk a couple of cups of coffee.

“Alright, everybody, get your books out.” he said as he sat on the corner of his desk. I felt around in my bag for the book with the dots that spelled out

and after some time, I finally found it. I put it on the table, together with a small recorder to record the notes. It would be a bit hard to write for me, I figured.

Once I had all my stuff ready, I realised that the teacher had not said on which page we should open our books. He had written it on the board. Clearly, he did not know about me, or he was too stubborn to care about it.

I was about to get a small panic attack, when from beside me, Stiles whispered: “page 63.”

“Thank you.” I replied just as softly as he did.

“Who can summarise last lessons reading. No, not you Greenberg, everybody knows you can.” mr Finstock practically yelled into the classroom. He looked around the classroom, until his eyes spotted me. My heart skipped a few beats. I knew what was coming.

“You, knew girl. What’s your name?” I stuttered out my name and, again, I could feel all eyes on me. Except for Stiles’. He was switching his look from me to the teacher as if he was watching a tennis match.

“Okay, new girl. I assume you didn’t do the reading. So, come upfront and tell us something about yourself.” I stood up, shakingly. Right when I was already standing, I realised that I didn’t have my cane. Then I heard something: “Just walk straight on. There are no bags. You’re safe.” it was Stiles. Very slowly, I made my way to the front of the class. Then I turned around and all those eyes made me sick. Everybody was staring at me.

“And take those glasses off, weŕe inside.” a boy in the back said loudly. Some people started to laugh, but the majority had seen me already in the hallways and knew why I had them. But still, that prick wanted a show, so I would give him one.

I took of my glasses and this was followed by a girl screaming. Apparently no body expected the gruesome scar that was splitting most of my face in half. The boy that seemed so happy with himself just seconds ago, looked as if he was going to puke. What was surprising to me was, that Stiles didn’t look bothered at all with my appearance.

“Well, My name is (Y/F/N), I am 16 years old and as you have figured: I am blind.” it was completely silent. “But the funny thing is,” I laughed a bit, “is that this-” I pointed around on my face, “is not the reason of it. You see, I was born blind and a few years ago I got attacked by a wild animal in the woods and this is how I got it.” the girl that screamed before, was looking paler and paler. I smiled widely, maybe a bit crazy looking with my top half of the face totally messed up. “Hopefully we can all be great friends.” at the end, I turned my head a bit in the direction of the prick that was still looking as if he was gonna be sick in a matter of seconds.

“Alright.” mr Finstock said after a moment of silence, “let’s get you back in your seat. Stilinski, get over here.” Stiles stood up and walked over to me. I had put on my glasses again and he helped me get to my seat.

“That was amazing,” Stiles told me once we were seated.

After that class, I decided to just keep holding my cane the whole time. If the teachers would see that, they would understand why I have my glasses and I wouldn’t have to traumatize more kids… as fun as that was.

“Let’s go get some food,” Stiles said as we walked out of English classroom. We passed a lot of people. Through my glasses, I could see them looking at me and whispering. I decided to play a little game myself, so every time I saw someone whispering I would turn my head towards them and look straight into their eyes. Obviously they didn’t see that I was looking at them. One girl even screamed and ran away.

We turned a few corners and walked through a couple of hallways until, we had reached the cafeteria. It was packed, which made me a bit nervous.

“Alright, so hold my hand and just follow me,” Stiles reassured me, as if he knew how anxious I was. I reached out for his hand which he quickly took and we made our way through the space that was filled with screaming teenagers, until we stopped at a table in the far corner. There were already some people sitting there, including Lydia.

“Okay, (Y/N), let me introduce you to everybody. First we got Scott,” he pointed to a boy that was sitting at the table. Scott was tall and actually quite muscular, but he hid it under  baggy sweatshirt. His hair was short and black. He gave me a kind of a crooked smile.

“Next we have Kira, she’s Scott’s girlfriend.” Stiles explained. Kira was a skinny girl with long dark hair. She waved a bit awkwardly as she was eating her lunch and had taken a huge bite of her sandwich right when Stiles introduced her to me.

“Then we have Lydia.”

“We have already met,” Lydia interrupted my guide.

“Okay, so that leaves Malia,” he introduced the girl that was sitting opposite of Lydia. She looked much taller than any of the other girls (including me) and also a bit wild. She looked at me with a confused expression.

“You smell weird. What are you?” I was taken aback by her question, just like everyone else at the table. Lydia clearly kicked her because Malia let out a small yelp and gave Lydia a look.

“I’m… blind,” I said a bit uncomfortably.

“Well, that was everybody here,” Stiles said after a short moment of awkward silence.

“Hey!” a voice came from behind Malia. It was a boy, that was clearly younger than anyone at the table.

“Oh, right. That’s Liam. He’s kind of an idiot.” Stiles whispered the last part to me as he let me sit down next to Liam.

“And that’s Stiles. He’s a total dick by the way.” Liam said as I sat down next to him, what made me giggle for a bit. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Scott was looking at me a bit weirdly. Just like Malia did before.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Definitely better than I had expected. Even though I kept on getting strange looks from both Malia and Scott, everybody was very nice to me.

After the last lesson had ended, Kira offered to take me to the exit. I found out that she was actually a really funny girl. A bit awkward, but also very funny. And apparently, she was half Japanese, half Korean.

“Well, I love sushi.” I said.

“Great. The rest don’t really like it.” she said.

“They don’t know what they are missing.” I told her. Kira smiled and then started to tell me a story about her “first date” with Scott. Apparently they had dinner at her place (with her parents) and they ate sushi, when Scott ate a whole mouthful of wasabi, because he thought it was guacamole. We both laughed about it until we had reached the car of my mother.

“I will se- talk to you tomorrow.” she had quickly changed her words. I smiled.

“It’s okay,” I assured her, “It would only be weird if I said it.” we started to laugh again and then I got into the car. Kira waved to my mother and then left.

“I see you made a friend.” she said.

“Yeah.” I said happily and she drove off.

There For You || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1676 words

Warnings: divorce

Request from anon: Can you write an imagine where Peter finds out the reader has a tough home life and tries to comfort them?

No Homecoming spoilers

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Originally posted by tomshollandss


They were always screaming at each other. Y/N’s parents had been fighting more and more recently, screaming at each other over meaningless, pointless things. Her parents had a tendency to give her mindless answers to questions she’d ask and not acknowledge what she said most of the time. All of their fights practically made them forget their daughter.

It was like she wasn’t even there. She wondered why they were even together anymore. They were miserable and couldn’t stand each other so what was the point of staying together?

​Y/N was now sitting on her bed, eyes bloodshot from all the tears she had. She remembered a time when they had a happy family. Childhood memories popped up in her head making the tears fall even faster. She shoved her head into a pillow to muffle her sobs. Even if her sobs were too loud, it’s not like her parents would come rushing to her side.

As Y/N’s tears began to soak into her pillow, she heard the front door slam shut. She sat up, her tears coming to a halt. Footsteps approached her bedroom door and she was curious as to who it was. The door creaked as it was being opened slowly. Her mother’s form was made clear when she stepped into the room.

Her mom sat on the bed, in silence thinking of what words to say. “Your father,” she cleared her throat, “Your father left, and I don’t know when or if he’s coming back.” Tears began to fall from her eyes as she watched her daughter’s eyes lose her last shred of hope for their marriage. She leaned over and hugged the young girl, cradling her body when they cried together.

“I’m so sorry,” her mother had chanted, holding Y/N’s body close, trying to stop her tears, whispering sweet nothings.

The next day at school, everyone could tell that something was off with Y/N. She wasn’t laughing or smiling or…. living (if you will). She was constantly zoning out in class, not focusing on her friends, Ned or Michelle, and she was being distant with her boyfriend Peter. He knew something was wrong the second he saw her and saw the dead look that had captivated her beautiful eyes.

Nobody wanted to bother her and ask if she was okay, people (including her friends) didn’t want to invade her privacy until she was ready to share what she was feeling. So, they waited to see if she would get better, but she didn’t. If anything, Y/N got worse. Everyone could practically watch as the life had faded from her eyes, and no one did anything to stop it. Not even Peter.

Peter was busy too, saving the city from bicycle thieves, to have much time to actually talk to her about what was going on. He wanted to talk to her, make sure she was happy and bring the sparkle back to her eyes. The sparkle that he saw when he fell in love with her.

“So,” Tony started as he walked through the Avengers compound with Peter, “How’s that girlfriend of yours? Y/N?” Peter stopped in his tracks and let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head.

“If I’m being honest with you Mr. Stark, I have no idea. She……. she’s not alright and I don’t know how to help her.” Peter looked around the room, trying not to see the face of a disappointed billionaire. Tony grabbed onto his shoulders with one hand, ripping the dark glasses off of his face with the other to try and make eye contact with the webslinger.

“Peter,” He said, making Peter’s eyes divert to his own, “This may be weird taking relationship advice from a man permanently labeled as a playboy. But you have to talk to her, you have to know how she’s feeling.” He stood there, with his hands awkwardly by his sides, “But Mr. Stark-” Before he could complete his thought he was interrupted by Tony.

“Get out of here, kid. Go be with her. The city could deal without Spider-Man for one night.” He corrected his posture, pushing the black frames back onto the bridge of his nose. He started walking away as Peter’s feet stood rooted into the ground, “Happy will give you a ride to her home. Good luck, Peter.” He waved his hand, going back to work on whatever he was doing before Peter had arrived.

He had soon reached Y/N’s house and thanked Happy for the ride, making sure that the grown man knew he didn’t have to stay and wait on him. Peter stood in front of the door and noticed that it looked like no one was home. But he knew that she was inside. He pulled out his set of keys, quickly finding the one to her house. About 6 months into their relationship, Y/N gave him a key in case she was in an emergency. To him, this was an emergency.

He opened the door, shutting it quietly behind him. Being in the house had felt different, it felt cold almost. Peter looked around seeing what had changed in the once cozy home, there were no longer many pictures up. The only pictures that were hung on walls and resting on tables were ones with Y/N and her Mom. None of the pictures had her Dad.

He walked towards her room, gathering his thoughts on what to say to her. Peter brought his fist up to knock on the wooden door. He heard slight shuffling from the other side and a gruff voice mutter a swift, “go away.”

He shook his head, practically telling himself ‘No, I won’t go away.’ Peter pushed the door open to see Y/N curled up with blankets on her bed. She was looking out the window but when she heard her door open, she turned to see who it was. She gave a small, slightly forced smile to the boy before her.

“Hey Peter,” she said with a sad voice trying to sound happy, moving into a sitting position on her bed, “What’re you doing here?”

Peter stood there watching her as he tried to remember the reason for his visit. “Umm, look we-we need to talk.” He said as he played with his fingers, becoming more and more interested with them. The smile on Y/N’s face instantly dropped. “Are you breaking up with me?” She asked with her voice barely above a whisper. He looked at her with wide eyes. “What?! Of course not. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Peter moved closer to her, sitting right next to her on her bed. “I-” he paused, letting out a shaky breath as he formed his thoughts into words, “What’s been going on with you? You’ve been distant with everyone and you’ve been acting weird for the past few weeks. Everyone’s worried about you.”

Y/N sighed, tears already escaping her eyes. Peter brushed away her tears with his thumb. “My Dad, he uh, he left. Walked out the front door and didn’t look back. Haven’t seen him in weeks.” She scoffed, looking into his eyes with her tear filled ones.

“And my parents had been fighting a lot before that. It just felt like I meant nothing to them. Like their intolerance for each other made them ignore me or something.” Peter wrapped his arms around the girl, pressing her head into his shoulder. He pressed his lips on her head to let her know that she could tell him anything.

“I’ll always be there for you Y/N. Always.” He stated, moving back to make eye contact with her. He kissed her cheeks, where her tear stains were making her close her eyes.

“I didn’t want to worry you with my problems. You already have enough with being a superhero and all. I didn’t want you to-” Peter interrupted her before she could complete her sentence. “Hey, I will always worry about you. Worry if you ate 3 meals everyday, worry if you had enough sleep, worry if you made it home safe. Worrying is a huge part of being your boyfriend. Your problems will always be my problems Y/N.”

Peter rubbed a hand on her back soothingly as she snuggled farther into him. “You always know how to instantly make me feel better Pete. What did I do to deserve you?” She wrapped her hands around his back, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“That was suppose to be my line,” He stated in a mock scolding voice which made Y/N chuckle, a beautiful sound he hadn’t heard in a while.

“But I meant what I said earlier.” Peter muttered, Y/N moving her head to look up at him confusingly, “You really are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He kissed her nose, pulling her body with his to lay down on the bed making her giggle, with a real, genuine smile lacing her lips.

Peter leaned closer to her, pecking her lips over and over again before she held onto his cheeks, keeping his lips against hers. He smiled into the kiss, glad that he could finally feel her touch, her warmth. Their lips moved together slowly and softly as he grabbed onto her waist.

He pulled away from his lips speaking breathlessly, “God you’re amazing.” A smile formed on her lips again, their foreheads pressed together. Her smile then turned into a playful smirk, “I know.” Peter chuckled, then mimicked her smile. There she is, he thought as they cuddled together talking about everything that has happened in the past few weeks.

What happens in Vegas pt. 3 - Tom Holland

Word count: 2666

Summery:  You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4  | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue

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A/N: It’s finally here! I finally got it done! I’m sick at the moment, so it took a little longer to write, but I finished it! I got the next part planned out, and I’m kinda excited for it. Please let me know what you think of this part, and if you want to be put on the tag list! So yeah. Enjoy! 

“I think we should take this one” You said to Tom, as the real estate agent had just walked away, allowing you to talk. This was the fifth place you had seen today. You had been followed by paparazzi all day, and playing a loving couple was already getting exhausting.

“I really like this one. It’s big. We can avoid each other, and we can be together if we want to. I really like the spa as well” He sent you a smirk, and you just rolled your eyes at him. At every apartment, he had pointed out the places that was suitable for sex. Every. Apartment.

“It’s not happening. Never again. We were drunk, it’s not happening” You told him seriously, but he just stood there, the smirk still on his lips. It’s not that you were regretting sleeping with him. Being honest you enjoyed it in the moment, but you didn’t like him. He was a jerk, and you didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of sleeping with you.

“We’ll see. I still think this is the right one, so why don’t we just take it, and start moving?” He asked, and starting walking towards the realtor, before you had a chance to answer. Why did he have to be so rude, all of the time? If he was actually a decent human being, being married to him wouldn’t be that bad. If he was a decent human being, maybe you would actually enjoy being with him.  Maybe you would even like him.

It didn’t take long to sign the contract. Since no one lived in the apartment, we could move in from tomorrow. You weren’t eager to move in with Tom, but it was better than him staying in your apartment all the time. At least here he would pay rent.

“So. You want to move tomorrow? I don’t have anything planned, so we could get a drink while unpacking, and then we could try out the bed” The worst part about him being so goddamn cocky, was that you now had to go out, pretending to be the fairy-tale couple the public thought you were.

“Unfortunately, We start filming tomorrow, so you’ll have to do that yourself” You sent him an innocent smile, as the realtor handed you the keys. “But I wouldn’t mind, having you unpack everything. Less work for me”

“Whatever. We’ll see what happens. Most of it is your stuff, so it’s only fair if you do most of the work” He smiled ironically, as he put the keys and the contract on the table, taking a picture of it for Instagram. The kid put everything on Instagram, so why not this as well?

***

“And cut!” The director yell, and you felt yourself relax a little, as you smiled to your co-star. He was going to play your love interest, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you were in a fake marriage, he could might as well have been in real life too. He was the definition of hot.

“Looks great guys! Let’s take 20 minutes!” You were starting to wonder if all directors yelled this much all the time, or if it was just this one.

“Want something to eat? Maybe actually say hi to some of the others, and you know. Get their real names too” Your co-star smiled at you, and you weren’t slow to agree.

“hi guys!” a dark haired girl said, as you approached. She was going to play your best friend, and from the short time you had talked to her, she seemed pretty nice too.

“Wait. Aren’t you the married one? Like, one half of the hottest couple at the moment?” She asked, before taking a bite of a muffin.

“Guilty as charged” You tried to say with a smile. Couldn’t you just go a day without having to talk about the moron you married?

“Is he really okay with you taking this role? It not really because you’re playing an innocent teenager, and at some point, you’ll have a sex scene with co-star. My boyfriend would die of jealousy. If I had one, that is” She continued.

“Oh. He doesn’t know. I didn’t tell him anything about the role. Besides, just because I’m married to him, doesn’t mean he’ll get a say in my career” You shrug, and grabbed one of the cupcakes on the table.

“Isn’t it super weird being married to someone you barely know? Like, how was the first day of being married?” Co-star asked, eyebrows raised. For a minute, you cursed at Tom. If you weren’t married, you could just flirt away with Co-star, but at the same time, you probably wouldn’t even have the role if it wasn’t for him.

“It’s super strange. I still don’t know if he has any siblings. We actually haven’t talked about our families at all, come to think of it. I know his family is in Europe, but that’s about it. So, there’s always new things to talk about. So yeah. It really odd” You confessed. You had barely mentioned your family to Tom.

“He got 3 brothers. Two of them are twins” The dark-haired girl said, and you looked at her a bit surprised. “What? He’s hot! So naturally I googled him. You’re one lucky girl y/” She continued casually.

“He is hot. And it’s even better when he’s shirtless” You joked, earning a groan from Co-star. “I’ll let you girls talk about the hot husband alone, since it’s a very weird conversation for me” He said, before sneaking away.

“I wanna know everything, starting with the sex” The dark-haired girl demanded, and you couldn’t help but giggle. As much as you hated Tom, you oddly didn’t mind talking about him right now. You also had feeling, you could become friends with this girl.

***

When you got home, you were exhausted. You really didn’t have the energy to unpack, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to go to bed, before you found the box to your bedroom.

When you opened the door, you heard familiar voices. One belonged to Tom, and one belonged to the last person you wanted to see right now. Your mother.

“Y/n! You’re back! Your mum’s here, darling” Tom’s happy voice said, as you walked into your new living room, to find Tom sitting on the couch, next to your mother.

“How… Lovely” You tried to force a smile. This was the last thing you wanted right now. “So how long have you been here, mom? And why exactly are you here?” You tried to sound friendly. You didn’t want Tom to know anything about your troubled relationship with your mother.

“I’m here to meet the new husband of yours! And I’ve spent the last couple of hours getting to know him. He’s quite the catch, and he’ll make some beautiful children too!” Your mother exclaimed, and you noticed how Tom choked on his breath. He was not prepared to hear the last part of that sentence.

“While I’m at it. How is the sex? A marriage is only as good as the sex” She continued. “Mom!” You yelled, completely flustered. “It’s good. Actually, that’s an understatement. It’s amazing. It’s my favourite time of the day” Tom said, and you couldn’t believe your ears. That idiot was even smirking at you.

“Tom! You. No. That’s not. We don’t. no. Oh god” You couldn’t find the words. You tried, but the sentence just wouldn’t form.

“That’s good! And since Tom here, is making enough money for the both of you, you could just stop acting. You could just stay at home, take care of the children” You mother said, making you snap out of the uncomfortable state you had been in.

“Seriously? Do you have to bring that up, every time? I don’t want kids! At least not right now. I just made it mom. I’m about to make my big break, but of course you don’t care. It’s not like you’ve ever been supportive” You asked her frustrated. You saw Tom’s eyes get wide, and how your mother got annoyed.

“You’ve said that for 3 years now. It’s about you grow up! Forget this foolish idea about becoming an actress. Do you have any idea, how many of your friends who are already married, and have children?” It was the same old argument. A year ago it was “How many of your friends are married and pregnant?”.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t aspire to be a trophy wife! I’m sorry that didn’t want to be a young mother, depending on her husband’s money, while living in an extravagant house, while I care more about looking young, than I do taking care of my own kids. And let’s not forget, pretending to be the perfect family, even when everything is falling apart. Caring more about keeping up the perfect image, than try to be an actually family”  

“You’re upbringing was just so hard! Going to fancy parties, getting everything, you ever wanted. I’m so sorry for being a trophy wife, so I could give you a good life. Am I really that bad, for wanting that?” She scuffed at you. You felt like she was scolding you, just like she always did when you were a kid.

“I didn’t want any of that! I wanted a family. I wanted someone to care. I did everything to get you and dad’s attention, but you never even bothered. The police had to get involved, before you asked where I had been. So sure. You were a great mom!” You would never forget your teenage years, and how desperate you had been for them to care.

“Mrs. l/n, maybe you should leave. Y/n has had a long day, and I’m sure she’s just tired. Ehm. So maybe it would just be best for everyone, if you went home” Tom said in a quiet voice.

“Sure. I can see I’m not getting anywhere anyway” Your mother quickly left, and you felt the exhaustion get to you. As soon as the door slammed shut, you felt the tears sting in your eyes. At this point, you were too tired to even care about Tom, so you just let yourself fall down on the couch.

“You okay?” He asked almost sounding worried. You would’ve rolled your eyes, but you didn’t have the energy. “You mum was kind enough to help me unpack all of your stuff. This is no offence to you, but you really are a daughter of a bitch” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“I’m serious! It was the most awkward 2 hours of my life! She kept telling me how I needed to keep you under control, because apparently, you’re a wild one. It was so hard to be nice to her. No offence to your mum, but she’s horrible” He continued, and he actually managed to make you feel better.

“Oh good. You’re smiling. I’m really not good with people crying. I also kinda have somewhere to be, and I would almost feel bed for leaving you when you’re upset” And he was back to being an idiot.

“I was almost starting to worry that you might have become a decent human being” You said sarcastically. In reality, you were so happy that he had actually unpacked for you, and that he tried to cheer you up. But you weren’t about to let him know that. There was no reason to inflate his ego.

“Yeah. You had it rough enough with your mother. There’s no need for me to add to that. I’m not that cruel” He smiled, before getting up from the couch. You were starting to wonder, if he actually was a decent human being.

***

A couple of days had passed. When you got home, Tom would leave. You would leave, before Tom got up in the morning. You hadn’t really spoken that much in the last couple of days.

You had the weekend off. You were starting to become good friends with the rest of the crew, but you were also looking forward to being able to relax. You only had one thing you needed to do this weekend, and you just wanted to get that over with.

For some reason, the director thought it was a genius form of team building, to film a lap dance as one of the first scenes. Sure, you had been filming for 5 days, but it was still so early on. You had given lap dances before, just not sober. So naturally, you wanted to practice it a bit, just to be sure.

When you got inside the apartment, you were relived to find that Tom wasn’t there. You could hear the shower, so without much sound, you grabbed a chair and brought it to your room, and closed the door.

You already knew this was going to be weird. Trying to gather the courage to just get it over with. You turned on some music, still nothing. After spending 10 minutes just starring at the chair, you decided to just take a shot. And then one more, as you waited for the alcohol to set in.

After a couple of minutes, you started to feel it. You let yourself fall into music, and started dancing. You moved your hips to the rhythm, and started to forget everything around you. You lifted your shirt off of your body, as you sat down on the chair, still moving your hips around. There was a knock on the door, but it wasn’t until Tom opened it you registered it.

“What do you want for… oh. You’re…” The door was wide open, and he was leaning on the doorframe. His eyes slowly went down your body, and he had that stupid smirk on his lips. “What exactly are you doing? And. Don’t let me stop you” He bit his lips as he kept looking at you.

“My eyes are up here” You told him, in an annoyed voice. He didn’t care. He didn’t even glance at your eyes, his eyes stuck on your body. “But I’m rehearsing for my role. I have to do this lap dance on Monday, and I’m a bit out of practice.”

“I see. Do you need any help? You know, it might be easier if someone was in the chair” He said calmly. Too calmly for your liking. But you also knew he was right. A person in the chair, would make this a lot easier.

“Fine. But I’ll need another shot” You sighed, as you took a sip from the bottle and handed it to Tom. “We’re not doing this while you’re sober” He wasn’t slow to take the bottle of your hands. He was now looking in your eyes, as he took several sips of the bottle, before putting it down.

“So. Go over the scene”  He demanded, his voice deeper than usual.

“Eh. It’s not really described that much. I’m supposed to just walk close to you. Grab you by the collar” You voice turned into a whisper, as you narrated what you did. With your lips millimetres from his neck. “And then, I’m supposed to do this” You whispered, as you pushed him onto the chair.

None of you said a word, as you got into the dance again. You felt confident, as you felt his eyes on you. A smirk was growing on your lips, as you remembered what he had said to your mother. The sex is amazing.

You took it slow, and when you finally got down on his lap, you could clearly feel the bulge in his pants. You left his lap shortly after, and elegantly managed to get your jeans off, leaving you in just your underwear. When you got back down on his lap, he put his hands around your stomach, pulled you closer, and started kissing you neck.

“I think that’s enough rehearsing for tonight”

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Training

Pairing: FBI!Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2677

Author’s Note: In relation to the new teen wolf trailer, this! Lol I wrote this in a couple hours and I think it’s cute? I mean it’s probably shit but I couldn’t wait. I hope y’all enjoy! Thanks to my babe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for meeeeeee.


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Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two

“OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD” he howled out

“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”

“I WAS ATTACKED!?!? GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!”

“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”

“YOU ARE SADISTIC”

“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY YOU’RE RIGHT ENTIRELY MY FAULT. PLEASE SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST LET GO!”

She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains

“I COULD HAVE DIED YOU PSYCHO”

Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”

“No!”

“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, THIEF”

Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”

“THE CHOCOLATE BAR TOO!”

He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth

‘ThinkThinkThinkThinkThink!’

And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

2

Autumn Semester - Week 4, Saturday

Sick and tired of being at my desk/table, hence my will to go to the library (which was cancelled due to my clumsiness). I ended up working on my focus essay on my bed, only to end up on the floor (on my new carpet! You can guess what my fav colour is from this post alone…). 
Anyways, I’ll have to proof-read this before handing it out and I’m done. Also, the irony? I’m working on The Yellow Wallpaper. Too much yellow in one post. 
PS: Aren’t my new glasses so cute? I’m in love!
PPS: I’m off reading. This day is doing weird things to me.

Got7 Reaction #15 - Their s/o has weird sleeping habits

anon asked: hi! could you please do got7 reactions to their s/o having weird sleeping habits? like sleep talking/walking, sleeping in weird positions, etc. thank you ! 💗

A/N: **warning: long ass post coming your way. I got so carried away I’m so sorry TT.TT**


Mark: -sleep walking- He would realize that you aren’t in your bed when he reached out to cuddle you. Standing up groggily, he’d shuffle around the entire house until he finally found you standing by the dish washer, opening and closing the door without putting anything in it.

“Jagi…” He would say, gently putting his hands around your arm and steering you to your bedroom, not to wake you up. “This is sleeping time. We can do the dishes in the morning…” He’d laugh and add, “You’ll be more productive when you’re awake I think.”

Originally posted by slightkpopobsession88

Jaebum: -not moving at all while you sleep and breathing shallowly (that’s what I do xD)-

Shifting through the drawer on his bedside table he made sure to be as quiet as he possibly could in case you were actually asleep.

You looked like a stone statue laying on your back, your hands folded together in a snow white pose. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you didn’t look dead every time you feel asleep…” he whispered, finally finding and pulling out his hand mirror from the drawer.

Carefully he shifted over, his paranoia slightly taking over again as he imagined you not breathing. Finally when the mirror was close enough to your nose he craned his neck to see if fog marks appeared to show that you were breathing. He let out an aggravated sigh when he saw that you were, in fact, alive and not dead. He was silly for being scared, but you just looked so statuesque and that he couldn’t stop his mind from racing to the worst scenario. He rubbed his hand over his face and shifted again so that his arms were around you, so that he could feel your chest softly rise and fall.

This is how I’m always going to have to sleep from now on.

Originally posted by defwang

Jackson: -sleeping in weird positions- Your butt was up in the air, your neck at an impossibly sharp angle, your cheeks smushed against the bed sheets. You had even pushed your pillow off the bed.

*gif* How are they sleeping like that…?

Jackson pulled your left arm back onto the bed from over the edge and gently pulled you back down onto your side. You continued snoring since your cheek was still smashed against the covers. He put his arms around you to try and keep you in the position that was least likely to cause you to break your neck.

Jackson smiled and giggled at the thought of telling you about this in the morning. Even though you got super embarrassed about it, he thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t wait to tease you about this in the morning.

Originally posted by stefelicity

Jinyoung: -having to sleep with your leg over him- Three seconds after he had climbed into your bed, exhausted from a long day of practice, you had flung your leg over his chest.

His chest.

He giggled as he tried moving your leg, freezing cold foot and all, back over to your side. He knew that you were going to fling your leg over him again, but hopefully not over his chest this time.

He shifted to face you and instead of waiting he grabbed your leg and placed it over his own, his arms snaking around your waist.

“Jinyoung?” Your eyes fluttered open lazily to look into the beautiful face of your boyfriend.

“Shh” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, “sorry that I woke you up Jagi. Go back to sleep, everything’s fine.”

He kissed you softly and pulled you closer to him, loving you even more for your subconscious need to be so close to him even when sleeping. “Baby…” he whispered again before falling asleep. “I love you”

“I love you too”

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae: -sleeping in weird positions- Both hands were over his mouth, Youngjae practically vibrating with suppressed laughter. He crouched by the bed to try and regain his composure before going to put his pajamas on and join you in bed. He had been late coming home from practice and came into your bedroom to see you like this…

You had one leg lying straight, the other one bent as you were leaning over, your face resting on your knees and soft snores escaping from your mouth along with a line of drool falling down your chin and onto your knees.

Youngjae had always known that you slept in weird positions seeing as the first time he met you, you had been sleeping upside-down halfway hanging off of a couch in the JYP lounge. This though…

He stood up with a smile still plastered to his face. No matter what, even asleep you made his day from the moment he laid his eyes on you. You were his adorable little ray of sunshine, and he couldn’t love you more than he did in that moment.

His love for you wouldn’t stop him from taking a ton of pictures of your newest sleeping position though. He also couldn’t wait to tease you endlessly about this and to show you those pictures, but that part could wait until the morning right?

Originally posted by umma-jy

Kunpimook: -moving around a lot when you sleep- “Damn it Y/n! Wake the hell up!”

You jolted awake at BamBam’s raised and frustrated voice, your heart skipping a beat at the sudden shock of it. “What the hell Kunpimook!? I was dead asleep and that’s how you woke me up?!”

“Dead asleep my ass! It’s like you were trying to wake me up. You practically rolled around the entire bed ten times over.”

“Shit…” You rubbed your temples in exasperation, “I’m sorry Bammy, I can’t believe that I was doing that again… I really don’t try to, I swear.”

One look at your tired, pouting face and he knew he shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you. He knew that you didn’t mean to do that, but when you slept soundly, he didn’t at all.

He lowered his voice in resignation. “Can we maybe just try cuddling? Maybe if we try with our legs entwined you can’t kick me off the bed again. And if that doesn’t work, then we’re seeing a sleep specialist. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nodded at him groggily once again and reached out to him. Hopefully this way you both could finally get some sleep.

Originally posted by lookwhaticreated

Yugyeom: -sleep talking- “No way… and then what happened?” Yugyeom would get you to continue talking once you’ve started. He was having trouble sleeping anyway, might as well get to hear your voice to help lull him to sleep.

He’d end up giggling uncontrollably though when you incoherently mumbled something about wearing a banana hat for a fashion show. The next thing he knew, he had woke you up and had to explain why he was now laughing hysterically.

you: “Why would you do that to me Yugi?”

him: *laughing still* “Because you can’t control what you say and it’s freaking hilarious!”

Originally posted by sunmis


A/N: I’m so sorry that it turned into mini-drabbles basically! And also sorry because I tried giving each member a different sleeping habit but I ran out of them lol ^.^” Thank you for requesting dear! I hope you liked it~ <3

Confessions (part 1)

Summary: Bucky and the reader - who are madly in love with each other - are locked in the tower for who knows how long so Bucky starts a confession cam.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I have a problem :( someone pls stop me I keep writing new fics when I haven’t even finished others. Anyways I hope you like this first part, I’m gonna go to sleep, it’s 6:09 in the morning and I haven’t went to sleep so peace.

Waking up you stretch your limbs and let out a yawn before kicking the blankets off your body. You check the time; 10:56 AM. Sighing, you gather some clothes and pad over to the bathroom to take a shower.

When you were done, you make your way into the kitchen. Upon entering, you notice that no one was in there. Usually at this time, Sam would be watching tv or Wanda would be curled up on the couch reading a book. Come to think of it, it’s really quiet. Too quiet.

Shrugging it off as everyone still sleeping due to your time out at a bar the night before, you start making yourself a bowl of cereal. Almost immediately after opening the fridge, you see that it’s stocked up which is weird because the day before, there was zero to nothing. You cautiously take out the milk and when you shut the refrigerator, you see Bucky standing at the kitchen entrance.

The brunette yawns and rub his eyes, it’s clear that he just woke up. You take in his appearance which was only sweatpants that hung low on him. He looked like a wreck and you didn’t expect nothing less because he got completely trashed the night before. But, even if he looked like a wreck, you didn’t care because to you, he always looked amazing.

You have been in love with James Barnes for three years now and he doesn’t know. You don’t think he ever will. It’s kind of like a keep to yourself type of thing except the whole team knows except Bucky.

The handsome soldier shuffles over to the island and sits down on the stool, watching you make your bowl of cereal.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky reciprocated your feelings but unlike you, he’s loved you since day one. He hasn’t felt this way towards a girl in over 70 years but god it feels so right. He loves hanging out with you, you brighten his day.

After grabbing the box of cereal (that was left on the counter after you made a bowl of cereal last night) you turn around to your bowl.

“Morning Buck.” you say softly, still kind of tired.

“Mornin’.” his voice was groggy. The brunette looks around the room, eyebrows knitted in confusion before turning back to you. “Where’s everyone?”

You shrug. “I dunno. Maybe they’re all still sleeping. We stayed at that bar pretty late.”

Bucky chuckled. “Yeah we did.”

“You hungry?” you look up at him before grabbing a spoon.

“Mhm.”

“Want me to make you something? Eggs? Oatmeal? French toast?”

Bucky shakes his head. “No, I just want cereal.”

You slide your bowl over to him. “Here.”

He looks at it then at you. “Are you sure?”

“Bucky it’s cereal, I can make myself another bowl.”

Bucky mutters out an ‘okay’ before digging in. Minutes pass and the two of you have finished your cereal while none of your team members have woken up.

You check your phone and seeing it’s 11:23 AM, you hop off the stool.

“I’m gonna go wake everyone up.”

“I’m gonna wake Tony up. You know how mad he gets when he sleeps in. Somethin’ about keeping his sleep schedule on track?” Bucky says, hopping off his stool and rummaging around in the cabinets before pulling out two pots. He looks over at you and smiles as he waves the two pots around. “Let’s do this.”

You snort and shake your head. The two of you walk upstairs and you decide to wake up Sam first whose room was the third door down. Bucky on the other hand walked past you until he reached the last door; Tony’s room. Bucky gives you a thumbs up before opening Tony’s door and you do the same with Sam’s.
It’s dark. You take a step in.

“Sam?”

No answer.

“Sam c’mon, wake up.”

Again, no answer.

“Sam come water the flowers with me, please?”

When you receive no answer for the third time, you switch on the light. You look over at his bed, seeing nothing – no one. His bed is neatly made and everything seems in order – no clothes on the floor like there usually is.

You turn off the light and close the door, just as Bucky exits Tony’s room. He looks over at you, confusion written all over his face. “He’s not in there.”

“Neither is Sam.”

You meet him half way, right in front of Natasha’s room.

“His bed is made. It looks like he cleaned up in there.” you say.

Bucky jabs his thumb out towards Tony’s room. “Same with Tony.”

You reach over and open Natasha’s door and just like Sam and Tony’s room, everything seemed in order. Bed made, drawers closed, makeup neatly put away. Actually, makeup nowhere to be found.

“This is weird.” Bucky mutters. He struts down the hallway, checking Clint and Vision’s room before telling you they were all the same. The two of you go downstairs and check Steve, Pietro and Wanda’s room, finding them the same as the upstairs.

This was weird. No one was home.

“What’s going on?” you and Bucky regroup at the entrance of the kitchen.

“I dunno.” he sighs. You both stand there in silence. Bucky looks over at the door and walks over to it, trying to open it but it won’t budge. “What the hell?”

“What is it?” you take a step towards him.

“The door won’t open.” he responds, still trying to pull it open.

“This is getting weird. I’m calling Tony.” you say, slipping your hand in to your pocket to fish out your phone.

Bucky nods. “I’ll try the other doors.”

You dial Tony’s number and he picks up on the third ring. “Well hello sunshine.”

“What the hell’s going on, Tony?” you say, getting straight to the point.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, where the hell are you guys? Everyone’s gone, the door is like bolted shut, the fridge and pantry are stocked up with food that’ll lasts weeks which I’m not actually complaining about because I love food-” you hear Tony snicker. “What’s going on.”

“Well…”


5 hours ago

Tony quietly wakes everyone up - except Bucky and Y/N – and rounds them up in the living room.

“What time is it?” Pietro questioned.

“Six in the morning.” his sister answered.

“I should not be up this early.” the silver-haired man whimpered as he clutched a couch pillow to his chest.

“What’s going on?” Steve yawned out. “Is there a mission?”

“Where’s Bucky and Y/N?” Natasha asked, looking around for the pair.

“They’re still sleeping.” Tony answered.

“That’s not fair!” Clint exclaimed and Tony shushed him. “Why do they get to sleep and we have to go on a mission?” he lowered his voice.

“There is no mission.”

“Then why’d you wake us up?” Sam inquired.

“If you’d let me talk instead of interrupting and asking questions, I’ll tell you!” Tony whisper-yelled. “So I got this idea – well, it was a dream. Basically, what happened is that I had the genius idea to lock Bucky and Y/N in the tower together and over the days they admitted their feelings to each other and got together so that’s exactly what we’re doing.”

“Mr. Stark, if I may,” Vision starts. “Why are we meddling in James and Y/N’s love life? Shouldn’t they work things out on their own time?”

“Yeah but it’s taking forever.” Tony says. “She’s been in love with him for three years, he’s been in love with her since the first day they met. It’s been almost five years and they haven’t even tried to make a move on each other. I love them to death but I’m tired of the side glances and I’m tired of all the cute shit they do.”

Natasha sighed. “So we’re going along with a dream you had?”

“Yep.”

“This is stupid. I’m not doing it.” Clint says.

“I’m taking all of us to Miami while all this goes down.”

“I’m doing it.”

Tony smiles and looks at everyone. “Alright, if there aren’t anymore questions or concerns, please start packing quietly while I go out and stock up the place with food for them.”

And with that, Tony walks away.


Now

“Are you serious, Anthony?!” you shout.

“Used my full name, ouch.” Tony says. “Listen, I’m only doing it because I love you.”

Now obviously when Tony was recalling what went down several hours before, he didn’t mention that Bucky felt the same way towards you.

“Eat shit and die, Antoinette.”

“Hey!” the billionaire exclaimed. “You said you’d stop calling me that.”

“I say a lot of things I don’t mean.” you respond before sighing. “So you’re really serious? We can’t leave or anything? We’re stuck in here?”

“Yup. I designed the tower to go on full lockdown mode just in case the purge starts after Loki completely destroyed it.” he tells you.

“The purge isn’t real.” you roll your eyes.

“You don’t know that. There’s a lot of crazy people out there, Y/N.” Tony responds.

You roll your eyes again. “Whatever.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay. There’s food, there’s water, there’s electricity and cable – Wi-Fi. And I even left the code for the roof door on the fridge because I know you like to go water your plants up there but keep in mind, ya can’t go anywhere up there so don’t even try to leave sweetie.” you could practically see the smile on his face.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” he responds. “Now I’ve gotta go. We’re in Miami and-”

“You’re in Miami?!”

“-and… bye.”

“Tony-” he hangs up the phone and you groan.

Bucky comes back and sighs. “Everything’s locked. What’d Tony say?”

“Exactly that. We’re locked in.” you say.

“Why?”

“You know how Tony is. It’s some stupid game he’s playing. They’re in Miami and we’re stuck here.” you weren’t about to tell him that the reason you two were locked in the tower together was because Tony and the rest of the team wanted you to confess your feelings.

“Oh. Alright.” Bucky didn’t have a problem with being stuck in the tower with you. He liked being around you. “So… what do we do now?”

You shrug. “Wanna binge watch Jersey Shore?”

Bucky smiles. “Definitely.”


A/N: okay so I’m currently binge watching Jersey Shore from start to finish so ye. Anywaysss tell me what ya think!

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If you're still wanting Sterek prompts here's one "Adult life is already so goddamn weird!" - I was watching John Mulaney and it just stuck in my head haha

“Adult life is already so goddamn weird I didn’t think that I would have to deal with this too,” Stiles sighed as he gently picked up the baby that was sitting in the middle of his bed.

An hour ago, Derek stopped by, handing Stiles a baby and telling him he’d be back in a few hours before practically sprinting out the door.  

“So Lily, how’s it going?” Stiles asked.

She babbled back at him, smacking her chubby hands against his face.

“I feel you kiddo, Derek just handed you to me and left. Are you his kid or just some random baby? We’ll never know,” he exaggerated, making faces at her to keep her entertained.

Stiles wasn’t completely incompetent but he’s never been in charge of a one-year old before. Thankfully the afternoon went by without a hitch and Derek was letting himself back into Stiles’ house.

“Derek, I don’t want to assume but you didn’t steal this baby did you? Because yesterday we went out on a date and watched a movie and had a great meal and I’m almost 100% sure that there was no tiny human with us so where did she come from?”

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Whatever You Say

A/N: I found a way to work this into Roommates. Mwhahahahahahahahahaha!!! Enjoy.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

@jazzijanal said: “Maybe a Derek imagine based on the song Closer by the Chains Chainsmokers ft. Halsey? If not that fine but It could be awesome.”

Xxx

Derek stared down at the brown liquid in his cup, swirling it gently, letting the melting ice cubes play a random beat against the inside of the glass.

“That’s the last one, bud,” the bartender said to him, nodding to the drink in his hands.

Derek plastered on a smile. “Oh, come on, man, I’m not even buzzed yet.”

Raising a skeptical eyebrow at him, the bartender scoffed. “That’s your fifth one, you should be beyond just ‘buzzed’ right now.”

Suppressing a growl of irritation Derek slumped back in his chair, nodding in defeat, ignoring the curious looks the bartender shot over his shoulder as he moved down the bar to the other patrons. Lost in the clinking of his ice, he almost missed her voice. It had been years since the sound had graced his ears, but it’s one of those things you never forget.

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The Boy Named Yoongi

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Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1,381 words

Summary: Valentine’s day is coming up and you had no interest in that but that was only until you realized you still liked your middle school crush; the boy who harshly rejected you.

WARNING: Sexual assault (It’s briefly mentioned but I just want everyone to know just in case)

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Huntress- Part 11: Remember

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E11 so warning: SPOILERS

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It had been a few days since you’d told your Dad and Uncle the truth…as much as you could bare to say. You were currently sat at the Motel, your Dad was typing away on his laptop, no doubt looking into some lore for the case they were working. 
Uncle Dean had gone to “get a burger”, but you weren’t stupid. He’d be gone all night no doubt. Ever since that conversation, you’d become a little more distant with your Dad. Maybe it was embarrassment, you never wanted to tell him in the first place, maybe guilt that you hadn’t told him or maybe you’d just been thinking too much.

Despite your distance, your Dad was now more determined than ever to stay close to you. You’d never been a talker and had always kept most things bottled up so to tell someone a story you kept to yourself and considered very personal was a huge step for you. You’d barely said a word to anyone since, but that was just how your body worked. You need time to recharge and build up to confrontation. A hunt would bring you back, something to keep your mind away from anything else.

You thought back to the conversation, the confused face your Dad had given you…

“Your daughter” You’d said, knowing full well it’d do nothing but increase his curiosity. 
“Wh-what?” Your Dad’s eyebrows knitted together, his eyes focused intently on yours.
“You had two daughters.” You managed, your voice quivering.

“How…?” Your Dad was now much more hesitant to ask you anything.

Your lips trembled “Max was…” You could hardly breath.

…“Hey, Y/N, could you pass me the charger?”
You broke out of your daze, unaware of how long you’d been sat there, staring at nothing. Nodding, you handed your Dad his charger, still not saying a word.
“You okay, bug?” He tilted his head, you saw him do so out of the corner of your eye.
Again, you nodded. But he wouldn’t take a nod for an answer. Sighing, he got up from the chair and sat down next to you on the bed. You felt a dip in the bed, but still didn’t look up.

“It’s okay if you’re not.” He softly spoke, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands hanging in between.
You nodded again, lost for the correct words to say. “I know you’ve got a lot going on, Y/N. You can just stay here for the hunt.”
The way he spoke made it sound like an offer and left you wondering if it was an order. Instead of nodding, you shook your head, causing him to sigh again.

“Y/N…”

“Please.” You begged “I want to. I need….something to do.” You tried to explain it, finding each word harder to say without breaking down.
“You sure?”
Back to nodding, you hummed a “Yeah.”

Defeated, he stood up, planting a kiss on your forehead and sitting back down at his computer. You went back into your daydream…

“You had a twin.” Your Dad said the words for you. You nodded “She was my best friend, my only family when Mum died. She was all I had…” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at anyone.

“What happened to her?” Your Dad asked, only his tone of voice was different this time. It was as though the question was optional, he understood you didn’t want to talk about it. 

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t bare to think about it, her bloodshot eyes and pale complexion, her cold hands and lifeless body. You took in a deep breath “It doesn’t matter. She’s dead.”

…You hadn’t noticed until your Dad moved back down next to you that you were crying. It was silent, tears lightly trickling down your face, your eyes blinking a lot. This time he sat much closer and didn’t say a word, enveloping you into a hug, his head resting on yours and his arms holding you close. 
“Hey, come on. It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He cooed, rubbing your back gently with one of his hands, the other held your head.
You sobbed, finally giving in to his embrace. He stayed there, holding you and keeping you close to him, you clung on to him as though your life would fade away if you loosened your grip at all. 

You’d managed to convince yourself that you were okay, you’d be able to wake up every morning and smile without waiting for your sister to come and have breakfast with you. You could walk to school with two headphones in listening purely to the song rather than only having one in with your main focus on Max as she rambled on and on about nothing. You could fall asleep on time instead of texting your twin who was only a few feet away in the other room, so close you could hear each others giggles. You could walk the dog without sharing the lead or cross the road only looking out for yourself. You could hug your Mum without Max laughing and joining in the embrace: “Room for one more?”.

You couldn’t. 

Blinking your eyes awake, you felt more tired than the night before. After allowing your eyes to get used to the light you noticed there was no one else there. The curtains were still closed, but the morning light was creeping through the sides they hadn’t covered. Your Dad’s laptop was on the table by the window.

You sighed, quickly getting dressed and putting on your combats. When you went to open up the curtains a post-it-note caught your eye, it was stuck to the laptop and curling slightly at the corner: “Having breakfast with Dean…Sorry, didn’t want to wake you up. Be back soon xxx”

You managed a smile and looked out of the window, noticing Baby was still there so he can’t have gone far. For most people, this situation would be a nod and go back to bed, only you weren’t most people. You were a Winchester.

You opened up the laptop to see the page open on ‘Waldos’, it seemed to be some sort of waffle-place. You took note of the street name, grabbed your gun for extra caution and headed towards Waldo’s. 
It wasn’t exactly hard to miss, with a huge flashing sign and a massive waffle logo on every wall of the building, you slipped in through the front and walked up to where Dad and Uncle Dean were. 

They had your backs to you, Uncle Dean was downing painkillers with coffee and your Dad was offering a disapproving look. You pulled up a stool next to Uncle Dean and smiled. Uncle Dean looked at you for a moment as though you were a stranger, his eyes were narrowed and his head tilted.
“Y/N..?” Your Dad looked concerned if nothing else. At the mention of your name Uncle Dean relaxed and looked back at his waffles.
“Hey…”
“How did you find us?”
“You had the page open on your laptop.” You shrugged. To your amazement, Dad smiled to himself, something told you that leaving the website up wasn’t completely unintentional.

“So you’re saying you really can’t remember anything?” Your Dad frowned, watching Uncle Dean inhale about fifty waffles. “Not squat.” Uncle Dean shook his head in disbelief “Why did I even leave the Motel room…?”
“You wanted a burger.” You said.
“Huh…figures.”
“Well, I’ll text Mom to let her know I’m the emergency number…And Cas, in case he gets some more info on Kelly.”
Uncle Dean frowned and mouthed “Kelly?” At you. You sighed and frowned back before saying “You know, the girl with Lucifer’s bun in her oven.” 
“Eh?”
“Lucifers love child.” Dad added, standing up from the stool.”

“Oh, right yeah.” 

“Okay, well I’m gonna go work the case. You and your waffles can have some alone time, come on.” Dad tited his head back to gesture for you to come with him. You rolled your eyes at your Uncle before standing to join Dad.

“Okay I’m coming.” Uncle Dean tore himself away from the plate and stood up to leave. Just then lady made her way over, she was smiling at your Uncle and took in a deep breath before saying “Hey.”.
“Hey.” Uncle Dean replied, looking between her and you two “Who are you?”
Her face instantly turned to rage and she slapped him there and then, turning on her heel in a huff and returning to her friends.
“Damn.” You mumbled to yourself, slightly impressed.
“Hell of a night.” Uncle Dean coughed.


One of the worst things about being a young hunter was the fact that you couldn’t pass as an FBI agent, so for the parts of the case where Dad and Uncle Dean were busy faking their jobs and working the case you were stuck in Baby, You got out and leant against the bonnet, whipping your phone out for something to do. 

Half an hour later Dad and Uncle Dean came back, discussing something about the case no doubt.
“Looks like we’re dealing with Witches.”Your Dad explained, briefly filling you in.

Once again you were greeted with a strange expression from Uncle Dean, his head tilted to the side and his eyebrows furrowed. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?!” You asked, making your Dad turn back around to see what you were talking about.
“I don’t know. kid.” Uncle Dean coughed slightly when he sad Kid.

“Kid?” You echoed, the way he said it didn’t sound right.
“Where?” Uncle Dean frowned, turning slightly. 
“What?” 
“Huh?”
Sighing, you got in the back, ignoring Uncle Deans confused face.


“I said I’m fine!” Uncle Dean argued, getting out of the car.
“What’s my name?” You asked, standing in the way of the Motel door.
“What?”
“My name. Now.”
“I don’t have to do this.” He decided.


“You don’t know do you..?” Your Dad looked amazed.

“Of course I do.”
“Then what is it?” You raised an eyebrow. he opened and closed his mouth a few times before shaking his head “I don’t know…”
“I’m only joking.” Uncle Dean laughed, but he looked incredibly confused, his mind deep in thought trying to remember what your name was.
“Uncle Dean-” You started to say before he interrupted you.
“Who?”

You and Dad shared a worried look.

“Dean, you forgot your own name!” Dad protested, following after his brother in the Motel room. “And Y/NS.”
”Y/N, that was it! I knew it!” 
You followed on behind, wondering what the hell was going on with your Uncle.

“Yeah that was weird…” He couldn’t help, but agree however.

“Look I’m fine, see? This is a coat, this is a bed. This is uh…a….uh light stick.”
“A light sti-” Your Dad sighed, picking up a post-it-note and writing “LAMP” in big letters before sticking it on the “light stick”. 
“Lamp!” Uncle Dean cheered “So close.”

“I’m gonna call Rowena.” Dad sighed before adding “The Witch.”
“Yeah…Rowena this is serious…I think he’s been hexed…he can’t remember really simple things…no….I don’t know and I’m not checking!…how do we fix it?”
You watched in anticipation when your Dad put the phone down “We need to kill the Witch.” He explained, putting his jacket back on.
“Come on.” He added, dragging his brother away from the TV.

“AND, our best friend’s an Angel..Whaaaaaat?!” Uncle Dean exclaimed, hitting your Dad who almost jumped out of his skin. You couldn’t help but giggle, only shutting up when Dad glared at you.
Settling with a smirk, you examined the blood smears on the tree bark, runnng your fingers gently over the dried crimson.

“Sam…Y/N!” Uncle Dean called out, shining his torch back at you both. You hurried over, finding a dead body collapsed behind a fallen tree.
He had whited out eyes, a river of dried blood coming from his mouth and dirt covered him all over. “Is that a dead guy?”
“Yep.” You answered, shining you torch over his body for any more clues.
“Cool.” 
“No, Dean. Not cool. Killing the Witch is supposed to be the cure. But if the Witch isn’t dead then…why aren’t you…you?” 
“Not cool.” He gulped.


A knock at the door made you and your Dad look up from his laptop screen. “I’ll get it.” Uncle Dean declared, heading straight for the door.
“No, Dean. Wait!” Dad attempted to stop him, getting his handgun out.
The door swung open to reveal the Witch you’d met back when you had to capture Lucifer.

Inviting herself in, she put her bag on your bed and turned to face you all.
“Who’s this?” Uncle Dean scoffed.
Rowena sighed “The spell’s progressed I see.”
“Your hair…it’s all so bouncy.” Uncle Dean smiled, his hands hovering over her locks in amazement.
“Why…thank you,” She turned to face you and your Dad “Do we have to fix him?”

After managing to occupy your Uncle with TV, Dad pulled Rowena off to the side. She looked at you briefly before saying “This kind of magic is very high level witchcraft. I presumed them all dead. But, perhaps not. Eventually you forget how to speak, how to swallow,how to breath..well…Dean Winchester’s going to die.”
“Suck’s for that guy.” Uncle Dean chimed in. Sadly, you looked between the three of them, wanting someone to say something positive for once.

Uncle Dean went to the bathroom and your Dad instantly lost his ‘everything’s fine’ face, he sat down on the Motel bed, perching on the end. You sat next to him, not speaking. 
“I’ve seen my brother die…but this, watching him become not him. This might be worse.” 
You looked down at the floor, not sure what to say.

“We need to kill the Witches, Samuel.” Rowena declared, ignoring his comment.
“Yeah, an important spell book is up for grabs and here you are. I should have known.” Dad shook his head.
“True…” She hissed “But it’s nice to have a Winchester owe you one. Anyway, you’ll need me there not babysitting your brother. They’ll kill you both.” 
You reached into your backpack, bringing out witch-killing-bullets in a loaded gun “They can try.” Dad raised an eyebrow, heading towards the door. Only, moments before he opened it he turned back around and looked at you. “Y/N, this could be really dangerous.”
You squinted skeptically at where this was going.
“I’m trained for really dangerous.” You retorted, putting a jacket on.
“I don’t doubt that…I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Me neither.”
“Y/N…” He frowned, not sure what else to say. Only he didn’t argue when you left the Motel with him. 


“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.” Dad looked at you with stern eyes, his hands resting on your shoulders. You sighed silently and nodded “I promise.”
With a tight smile he nodded, handing you a gun and taking the lead.

With two Witches down you made your way into the main house. “Okay, stay back.” He whispered.
You nodded, your eyes scanning the area.

Dad called Uncle Dean and Rowena, putting his phone is his pocket for when Rowena was able to perform the spell. You crept through the building, becoming more suspicious as the halls were empty. Eventually you found a lady, her blonde hair was curled slightly and she was carefully placing butterflies on a sort of plaque thing. Your Dad told you to stay put outside and went in, closing the door behind him.

You stood in the closed off doorway, your gun out ready for an attack. Only, not ready for the kind of attack that came. “A Baby Winchester, how quaint.” A male Witch chuckled, but you couldn’t see him. He was close, no doubt using some sort of invisibility spell, you watched the floor and saw a tiny cloud of dust as a footstep sounded. In a blind panic, you shot toward the culprit, the mirror behind didn’t smash which meant you’d hit something. You heard a cry of pain, a man with glasses and a bleeding side slowly appeared into vision. Before you could react he shot his hand out, sending you towards the wall behind. You smashed into it, feeling your arm scrape against some sort of metal, it sliced down your arm making you grunt. But, you got back up. He grabbed hold of you, his magic holding some sort of super strength as there was no way of getting out of his grip.

He kicked one of the doors down, dragging you in the room where your Dad was on the floor, his gun aimed at the Witch. As the man bled you felt his grip getting weaker- his magic was dying with him.
“Y/N!” Dad called, shooting the man a glare.
“Kill her.” The Witch laughed, her eyes full of nothing but hatred.
“I can’t, she shot me.” He revealed his wound, his shirt dyed deep crimson around the bullet.
“I thought you were invisible?!” She didn’t seem too worried about this.
“That didn’t stop her…the bitch.” He tried to grip you harder, but if anything he was losing all of his strength. You waited until he was barely holding on and threw him over your back, leaning forward as you did so. 
He cried out when he hit the floor, his body close to death.

You looked at the Lady Witch as she held you where you were with her magic. You fell down, unable to get back up this time. Her hand closed as blackness entered your vision, knocking you out.

You woke to her walking around the corpse of the dead Witch Uncle Dean had found earlier. “…We’re going to swap his soul for yours.” The Lady finished, looking between you and Dad. She looked back to you and smiled “Or yours.”
“Don’t you dare!” Dad warned through gritted teeth.
“But she’s young and fit and so much stronger than some old man.” She hissed at your Dad.
Instead of retaliating with some snarky comment you glared, unsure of what could make the situation any worse. “You’ll do just fine.” She laughed, walking towards you. When she knelt down in front of you a loud crash sounded, turning her attention away from the pair of you for a second. A second was enough.

Immediately you rose to your feet, kicking her to the floor and sprinting out to see if your gun was where you fell.
You thought you Dad was right behind you, only he insisted on fighting the bitch. Deciding to leave him to it, you raced down the stairs in the hopes to come across some sort of effective weapon, when you turned the corner you came face to face with…Uncle Dean?

He looked at you strangely, holding up a gun fully loaded with Witch killing bullets and aimed. With only a second to react you ducked behind a chest of draws when he fired, his bullet scraping the back of your hand. You winced, hissing at the pain, but knowing he didn’t actually mean to shoot you. “I’m your niece! Don’t shoot me you bastard!” You shouted, hesitantly coming out from behind the draws.

“Oops…” Uncle Dean smiled awkwardly and you sighed, rolling your eyes.
“Is the Impala outside?” You asked, looking around warily.
“The what?” He frowned, having even forgotten Baby.
“The car!” 
“Oh…yeah it is.”
“Okay good,” You put your hand on his arm and guided him to the corner of the room “Stay.”
“Where are you going?” The way he asked was like a five year old.
Sighing, you quickly said “To get another gun. Be right back.”


After not finding any more guns in the boot, you raced back to the house. The back of your hand was soar, blood still oozing from the sides of where the bullet had torn your skin, no doubt hitting your bone. Ignoring the pain, you peered round the corner to see…no one. He’d gone. Of course he’d gone, he can’t remember anything…”Should have written a bloody post-it-note.” You mumbled to yourself, following the sound of voices.

You walked in on the Witch and Rowena having some sort of stare-off.Their heads snapped towards you, making you take a step-back. Without a gun you were ten times more cautious. Uncle Dean ran in, holding up a gun and aiming at at the Witch. Your Dad then ran in,making Uncle Dean confused as to who to shoot.

“No,” Your Dad pointed at himself “Brother” then you “Niece” then the Witch “Witch.”

Uncle Dean nodded, cocking the gun and frowning at her. She laughed “You really think that’d going to work on me?”
Uncle Dean tilted his head, smirking as he held up a post-it-note which read Witch-killing bullets.

Her face dropped.

A gun shot rang out.

She fell to the floor.


Waiting with your Dad at the bottom of the stairs, you looked up when Uncle Dean and Rowena climbed down. “Did it work?” Dad asked, leaning forward expectantly. 
“Who’s this hippie?” Uncle Dean frowned. You gulped. Maybe Rowena hadn’t done the spell yet. Maybe it took a few minutes to start working. Maybe-
A laugh tore you from your thoughts and Uncle Dean grinned, “Your faces.” He chuckled, ruffling your hair.
“Not funny.”

Uncle Dean’s face then frowned and he took your hand in his “Sorry for shooting you, kid, Good thing you’ve got quick reactions.”
“Yeah, no thanks to you you twat.” You smirked, tugging your hand away from his.
Dad frowned, tilting his head at your wound “Come on, let’s fine a bandage.” He declared, heading out of the house.


It had been a few days since you’d told your Dad and Uncle the truth…as much as you could bare to say. You were currently sat at the Motel, your Dad was typing away on his laptop, no doubt looking into some lore for the case they were working.
Uncle Dean had gone to "have a drink”, but you weren’t stupid. He’d be gone all night no doubt. Ever since that conversation, you’d become a little more quiet with them outside of hunts. Maybe it was embarrassment, you never wanted to tell him in the first place, maybe guilt that you hadn’t told him or maybe you’d just been thinking too much.

Despite your distance, your Dad was now more determined than ever to stay close to you. You’d never been a talker and had always kept most things bottled up so to tell someone a story you kept to yourself and considered very personal was a huge step for you.

You thought back to the conversation, the confused face your Dad had given you…

“Your daughter” You’d said, knowing full well it’d do nothing but increase his curiosity.
“Wh-what?” Your Dad’s eyebrows knitted together, his eyes focused intently on yours.
“You had two daughters.” You managed, your voice quivering.

“How…?” Your Dad was now much more hesitant to ask you anything.

Your lips trembled “Max was…” You could hardly breath.

…"Hey, Y/N, could you pass me the charger?”
You broke out of your daze, unaware of how long you’d been sat there, staring at nothing. Nodding, you handed your Dad his charger, still not saying a word.
“You okay, bug?” He tilted his head, you saw him do so out of the corner of your eye.
Again, you nodded. But he wouldn’t take a nod for an answer. Sighing, he got up from the chair and sat down next to you on the bed. You felt a dip in the bed, but still didn’t look up.

“It’s okay if you’re not.” He softly spoke, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands hanging in between.
You nodded again, lost for the correct words to say. “I know you’ve got a lot going on, Y/N…”
The way he spoke made it sound like he had more to say, but didn’t want it to come out wrong. You nodded, making him sigh again “Y/N…”.

“I’m okay.” You tried to reassure him. 
“You sure?”
Back to nodding, you hummed a “Yeah.”

Defeated, he stood up, planting a kiss on your forehead and sitting back down at his computer. You hadn’t had a chance to think about Max until after the hunt…You went back into your daydream…

“You had a twin.” Your Dad said the words for you. You nodded “She was my best friend, my only family when Mum died. She was all I had…” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at anyone.

“What happened to her?” Your Dad asked, only his tone of voice was different this time. It was as though the question was optional, he understood you didn’t want to talk about it.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t bare to think about it, her bloodshot eyes and pale complexion, her cold hands and lifeless body…If only they knew… You took in a deep breath “It doesn’t matter. She’s dead.”

…You hadn’t noticed until your Dad moved back down next to you that you were crying. It was silent, tears lightly trickling down your face, your eyes blinking a lot. This time he sat much closer and didn’t say a word, enveloping you into a hug, his head resting on yours and his arms holding you close.
“Hey, come on. It’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He cooed, rubbing your back gently with one of his hands, the other held your head.
You sobbed, finally giving in to his embrace. He stayed there, holding you and keeping you close to him, you clung on to him as though your life would fade away if you loosened your grip at all.

You’d managed to convince yourself that you were okay, you’d be able to wake up every morning and smile without waiting for your sister to come and have breakfast with you. You could walk to school with two headphones in listening purely to the song rather than only having one in with your main focus on her as she rambled on and on about nothing. You could fall asleep on time instead of texting your twin who was only a few feet away in the other room, so close you could hear each others giggles. You could walk the dog without sharing the lead or cross the road only looking out for yourself. You could hug your Mum without Max laughing and joining in the embrace: “Room for one more?”.

You couldn’t.


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Bloody business

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 350

Warnings: Mentions of period blood. (@plaidstiel-wormstache I was kinda inspired)

A/N: Little cracky drabble, unbeta’d. This is my contribution to @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 18

Dialogue prompt:  There is so much blood

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Bloody business


There is so much blood!” Dean exaggerates inspecting the pictures from the crime scene.  

“HA!” you can’t help the lonely cackle, he’s like a little kid sometimes.

“What,” he asks taking a bite of his extra onions, extra beans, super cheesy mega burrito.

“You’re hilarious, that’s nothing.” Wiping your lips not that carefully, you’re done playing FBI agent for the day so it doesn’t  matter if you smudge your lipstick, you look up at him from your empty plastic container. “I’ve seen more blood in my toilet,” you laugh getting up to clean your side of the motel table.

“TMI, Y/N! Still, this is lot of blood!” Dean speaks around a mouthful.

“Pffft bullshit!” you defend. “I once woke up on a pool of my own blood.” Dean gives you a weird look as you sit down but says nothing so you keep going. “I open my eyes, sit up in bed and suddenly I feel this gooey sensation so I lift the sheets and look down-”

“Okay…” he lifts one finger up, like he’s trying to make you stop before his hand takes the beer bottle next to him and takes a big chug.

“Nono but really,” you insist, determined on finishing your story. “I look down and I’m drenched. I mean literally soaked in blood, from the waist down! And it goes down my legs up to my-”

“I get it!” Dean finally interrupts. “I get the picture, this ain’t that much blood,” his empty hand waves above one of the pictures. “I’m sorry I brought it up!!”

You laugh. “It’s fine dumbass, I’m just messing with you. It is a lot of blood, though. They guy’s spleen exploded.” you keep on cackling and he chews the last of his burrito, eyes fixed on you.

“You’re an ass!” It’s all he says once he finishes and proceeds to get up and toss the trash.

“I know,” you smile mischievously, “and love me.”

“Yeah.” he plops back down on his chair.

“So,” you push the files from the way and lean on the table. “Wanna have period sex?”


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