a wonderful interruption

heart4hawkeye  asked:

Would you rant more on the differences between the "born sexy yesterday" trope and Wonder Woman? Because I definitely some similarities and some differences but couldn't put words to all of them, and was discussing it with a friend, and could find the words to describe the differences.

Originally posted by casnelson17

Potential Spoilers Ahead!

Okay, let’s break down piece by piece why Wonder Woman is not an example of the Born Sexy Yesterday trope. 

The Born Sexy Yesterday Trope is …

when a naive yet capable woman

I won’t argue that Diana isn’t naive.  She’s very naive when it comes to philosophical ideas like the nature of war and humanity.  That, however, is not the kind of naivety that makes this trope work.  

Diana is not naive about sex/sexuality. People (usually women) who fall into into the Born Sexy Yesterday trope rely on their love interest (usually a man) to teach about love and sexual attraction because they have never experienced it before.  Diana knows what sex and sexual pleasure are (and probably experienced them before Steve came into the picture), she doesn’t need Steve or anyone else to teach her.  When men Diana isn’t interested in express attraction to her, she’s able to recognize it and turns them down.  When men she is interested in do, she knowingly reciprocates and the relationship progresses on her terms.

Diana’s naivety isn’t used to make her more desirable.  Innocence, virginity, and naivety are part of the appeal of women who fall into the Born Sexy Yesterday trope.  While Diana’s naivety doesn’t detract from her appeal, it’s not the driving component of it.  Steve (and the audience) fall in love with Diana because she’s a beautiful, badass warrior with a big heart, not because she’s naive.

Culture Shock is not the same thing as naivety.  Diana not knowing what revolving doors and ice cream are doesn’t mean she’s naive.  It means she spent her entire life in a culture that doesn’t have those things.  Yes, there are things she doesn’t understand that Steve has to teach her, but there are also moments where Diana has to teach Steve about her culture.  Steve is equally as confused and fascinated by Themyscira as Diana is about Man’s World.  And you don’t see that turnaround very often, if ever, in the Born Sexy Yesterday trope.

is the over-sexualized love interest

There is a difference between being sexy and being sexualized.  Diana is extremely gorgeous and many of her outfits show some skin, but she’s never over-sexualized.  No one ever walks in on her while she changes, allowing the audience to see her in a state of undress, and there aren’t any gratuitous upskirt shots or close ups of her chest or rear.  Basically, unlike women who fall into the Born Sexy Yesterday trope, Diana exists to be more than just eye candy.

Also, there is a difference in having a love interest and being a love interest.  To have a love interest is to fall in love with someone over the course of a story while also doing other things.  To be a love interest is to serve as an object of desire and have little or no role outside of that.  Diana falling in love with Steve was just one part of her story.  An important part that had a big impact on the story, yes, but it wasn’t the only thing she did.  Much of her growth and development as a character happened outside of that.  Being a strong, female character, and being a woman in love with a man aren’t mutually exclusive.

And as for ‘Diana falls in love with the first man she meets so it’s the Born Sexy Yesterday trope’, that’s a misleading oversimplification (not to mention a little biphobic).  Diana doesn’t become immediately smitten with Steve the moment she lays eyes on him because she’s never seen a man before. Their relationship grows and develops over time until they both mutually fall in love with each other.  Diana also meets other men throughout the movie and develops relationships with them that aren’t romantic.  She doesn’t fall for every single man she meets.  She’s also canonically bisexual and she may have had relationships before Steve.  Meaning her relationship with Steve would be her first with a man, but not her first ever.  

 to an average, male protagonist.

First off Steve Trevor is above average, so jot that down.

He’s also not the protagonist.  There’s a reason this movie’s called Wonder Woman and not The Saga of Steve Trevor. This is Diana’s story. She is the heart and soul of the movie, and she doesn’t exist to play second fiddle to Steve.  The point of the Born Sexy Yesterday trope is to exist as an object of affection in another person’s story.  Maybe it can still work when the protagonist and the person the trope applies to are one in the same, but I can’t think of any examples. 


So yeah, there’s some elements of the Born Sexy Yesterday trope in the movie, but like how having eggs, flour, and butter doesn’t mean you have a cake, having those elements in the movie doesn’t mean you have the trope.

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a sequel to between each beat are words unsaid

*****

“Here,” John says almost as soon as Sherlock’s settled next to him. “I wanted to give you something special today. Something important. And I, uh, I think it is.” He says it with a little shrug, a tiny bit of doubt creeping in.

“It is,” Sherlock reassures him, and John huffs out a laugh.

“You don’t even know what it is yet.”

*****

After the reception ends, John and Sherlock exchange wedding gifts. 

Headcanon:

The Inquisitor is a complete danger-magnet, but she doesn’t realize it. Like, she can’t leave Skyhold without getting into a fight every single time, but it never strikes her as odd. The others notice, though. So when Trevelyan/Lavellan off-handedly mentions that Cullen is taking her on a trip to Ferelden, Cassandra is horrified.

It’s like PTSD flashbacks: red templars and apostates. Spiders. Dragons. AND BEARS! SO. MANY. BEARS.

And so, like a true Defender of Romance™, Cassandra takes it upon herself and enlists the rest of the companions to help give the Inquisitor and Cullen The Most Uneventful Walk in the Countryside Ever.

So at the lake, when the Inquisitor mentions how peaceful it is? What we don’t see is Cassandra punching a bear somewhere in the forest, or Dorian screaming as the Iron Bull laughingly takes on a MOTHERFUCKING DRAGON.

And then, when the Inquisitor and Cullen return to Skyhold all happy and lovey-dovey, she turns to see her companions in varying degrees of tired/injured/so-done-with-this-shit, and she goes: “Did I miss something?”

Rei: *exists*

Nagisa: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯  i say so 💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Insecure- Daryl x Reader

Summary: Daryl pushes the reader away to hide his insecurity about his scars.

Note: I hope you enjoy!

Warning: angst, fluff, smut
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You and Daryl had always had a flirtatious relationship. At first the flirting was sarcastic as your two personalities didn’t click. You would always bicker but it was disguised as flirting. But after time it became more genuine and you two had formed a strong bond, always going out on runs together as you made a great team. But lately Daryl had been a little distant. You didn’t know what it was though, you knew you hadn’t done anything to upset him so it left you confused. It started off small, him missing dinner or only talking to you for a few minutes. But now it was bigger, it had gotten to the point where he was going on runs without you. You took offence to this because there was no explanation for his actions, they were completely random and out of the blue. Maybe he just felt threatened being in Alexandria. You had to admit it was hard to get used to being safe but that was no reason to pull away from you.

It was late in the evening when you started heading over to Ricks house. He had called everyone over to have a group dinner like the good old days. As you were walking you saw Daryl heading into his house. You slowed your walk and furrowed your eyebrows, wondering why he was going home.

“Hey! Dixon!” you called out and started walking over to him. He turned his head and mumbled ‘hey’ before walking up the steps to his house. “Aren’t you going to Ricks place?”

“Na, not in the mood. I just told him” he muttered back, opening the door. You stood in your place before walking in, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“Why not?”

“Would ya stop questioning me girl?”

“You know I don’t like that” you said, crossing your arms over your chest as you rolled your eyes. You hated when he called you ‘girl’ or ‘woman’. He only did that when he was angry.

“And you know I don’t like being questioned” he snapped back.

He walked to the fridge and popped open a beer before walking to sit on the sofa. You stood by the door all this time, watching his tense movements. You knew your presence was making him uncomfortable but you wanted to know why.

“Fine. Can I just ask one more question?” you asked, walking over and sitting next to him on the sofa.

“No”

“I’m gonna ask anyway. Why the hell are you acting like a jerk?”

Daryl sent you a dirty look before sitting up. “If I’m being such a jerk then why the hell are you here?”

You could sense an argument building up and you wanted to avoid it so you toned down your voice. “I was just wondering why you’ve been so distant with me lately?”

There was a couple seconds of silence while Daryl tried to think of a lie. He didn’t want you knowing the real reason why he was distancing himself from you.

“I just- I haven’t been in a sociable mood lately” he replied, taking a swig of his beer.

“You’re fucking with me, right? There’s no way I’m believing that” you laughed, before turning serious again. “Daryl you’re never sociable expect with me! Please, I just want to know-”

“You wanna know!” he asked, raising his voice and cutting you off. He stood up and slammed his beer down on the table, making you jump. “You’re always up my fucking ass and its getting real annoyin’ (y/n)!”

“What the fuck?” you shouted back, now standing and getting in his face. “I’m not up your ass I just care about you! How do you expect me to act if you just rip away from me all of a sudden? Obviously, I’m gonna be concerned!”

“Well maybe you should stop being concerned and stop caring for me!” Daryl shouted, mocking your voice when he repeated your words.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you shouted, tears starting to build in your eyes. His words were cutting deep into you and you couldn’t do anything but take it. You didn’t want to argue with him as you knew what he was like when he was angry. He would push you away even further and then soon enough you would be an acquaintance.

“There’s nothing wrong with me! You’re just whipped!”

His words stung you and you could physically feel your body growing cold with heartbreak and fear. You thought that what you two had was genuine, but clearly it was all a joke to him. You nodded your head while keeping eye contact with him. You wanted him to see how much his words had hurt you. His chest was heaving from anger but he soon grabbed his beer again and sat down, staring at the fireplace and completely ignoring you.

“And I thought you loved me” You said quietly. Daryl turned his head towards you a little but you had already walked away. You slowly walked back home, ignoring Maggie’s calls as she spotted you from Ricks house. Your mind was numb and your heart felt like it was going to collapse any second. At this moment in time you wanted your mom. Yes, it’s silly to think that but she was the only person in your life who could soothe you and make everything better. You entered your house and dragged your feet up the stairs before curling up in bed and crying yourself to sleep.
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Daryl tried to keep his cool after you left. He was so angry with himself for letting you walk away, but he had to do it. He didn’t want you knowing about his scars, he had no idea how you’d react but he was scared you would stop liking him. The beer wasn’t helping him either. It added to the dark thoughts that were running through his head. He walked upstairs and closed his bedroom door. He looked in the bathroom mirror as he took his shirt off, turning his body in order for him to see the marks that covered his back. Memories of the belt and rope his dad used to hit him flashed through his mind but he quickly shook his head and got rid of them. He sighed as his eyes scanned them over and over again. He then caught eye contact with himself in the mirror and he immediately walked out of the bathroom, feeling ashamed of his body and what he had done to you. It wasn’t right to push you away over his insecurities. His thoughts turned more positive as he thought about you. He remembered how defensive you used to be in Atlanta and that’s how you two got into the bickering fights. But there was an element of sexual tension in there. Both of you wanted and craved it but neither of you made the first move. It had been years since that moment and he closed his eyes as he contemplated his next move.
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It had been a couple of days since your incident with Daryl and neither of you had said a word to each other. You couldn’t even be in the same room as him, it hurt you to see him. Daryl noticed this and he knew he was running out of time to tell you, so one day after you had come back from a late run he waited in your house.

You threw your backpack on the floor as soon as you got in and you went straight to the living room, wanting to sit down and rest your legs. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Daryl sitting in the armchair and he immediately stood up when he saw you.

“(Y/n), you’re probably wondering-”

“Get out” you interrupted him, opening your door and pointing outside. “Please, I don’t wanna see you”

“Hear me out. The other night, I was lying to you, that’s not the real reason I was pushing you away!”

“How can I trust what you say anymore?”

Daryl opened his mouth to talk but you spoke first. “You know what, I don’t care. Leave”

Anger was bubbling inside Daryl but he pushed it to the back of his mind. He walked over to the door and slammed it shut, the sound making you flinch. “Listen to me! Let me explain to you!” he said, trying to keep his voice levelled but he wanted to get everything out before you got mad.

“Daryl-”

“I fucking love you (y/n)!” He said, his hands now on your shoulders as he stared down into your eyes.

His words shocked you and you let out a sigh, shaking your head at the same time. “Don’t do this to me” you said, but Daryl spoke over to you.

“I wanna show you something” he said, taking your hand as he led you upstairs. Half of you wanted to pull away and stand your ground, but the other half was willing to give him a chance because you still loved him.

You entered your room and Daryl shut the door behind you before standing by the bed. “Well?” you asked, trying to keep your hard exterior up.

Daryl bit his bottom lip nervously before removing his jacket. He let it drop to the floor before he undid the buttons on his shirt, exposing his toned chest and arm muscles. He let the shirt drop and you smiled a little. “Nice body Dixon” You could feel your anger melting away as you looked at Daryl. But soon he started to turn around, and you had a confused look on your face which washed away as soon as you saw the real reason he took his clothes off.

Long bulging marks ran over Daryl’s back. Some were small and white while others were pink and bigger. You slowly walked over to him and you felt Daryl flinch as soon as your fingers touched his back. He turned his head a little over his shoulder so he could see your face, but you were too intrigued by his marks. He wanted to push you away and cover his body but he begged himself to stay in place. Your fingers traced out his scars and roamed his back as his scars painted a story.

“That’s why I’ve been pushing ya away” he said, his voice low and husky. “I didn’t want things to get too far and then when you saw me like this I- I was scared you’d stop lovin’ me”

Daryl turned around now and you stared up to his eyes. You wondered how hard it must have been for him to open up like this to you. And then It hit you that this man loved you. All those words yesterday were just a cover up so he wouldn’t get rejected. You let a small smile come upon your face as your hands rested on his cheeks. You moved his head so his eyes were on yours and you kissed him.

Daryl was a little shocked by your forwardness but he went with it, this is what he wanted for such a long time. You were in control of the kiss until the hunger in Daryl built up and he took over. Just as quickly as it started, it ended, you pulled away before things got too heated so you could say a few words.

“I will never judge you based on your scars, emotional or physical. I love you for who you are, and if that makes you who you are then I love them even more.”

Daryl let out a small chuckle at your words before you moved back to the kiss. His hands started to tug lightly at the hem of your shirt and you took it off, revealing your breasts to him. He swiftly picked you up and playfully threw you on the bad, earning a giggle from you. He crawled ontop of you, grinding his hips into you slowly while kissing you passionately. You didn’t expect Daryl to be the romantic type in bed, maybe he wasn’t but he just wanted to show you his soft side. This was a sensitive moment for him, he had shared his dark past with you and now he wanted you to know how much he loved you.

His warm hands slithered over your breast and across your stomach as he warmed up your slightly cold body. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck as he sucked at it. His hands were working on his belt buckle and he lifted himself up on his knees, getting them off easier. You did the same with your shorts and you lifted your butt up slightly as Daryl pulled them off you, leaving you completely naked beneath him. He sucked in a breath as he admired your body, drinking in every curve of your soft skin.

You watched him admire you and you almost felt shy and you wanted to cover your body up. But you didn’t, if Daryl could show you his scars that he was ashamed of then you could let him love your body. He left a trail of kisses from your stomach to your lips, every touch he left sent shivers through your body.

“You ready?” he whispered, his voice gravelly from arousal.

“Yeah” you whispered back, nodding your head and touching his cheek.

He grabbed his member and slowly stroked it a few times before running it up your slit, collecting your juices for lubrication. You let out a low moan at his touch and you bucked your hips forward to get more friction. Daryl noticed this and planted one last kiss on your lips before slowly pushing himself in. You grabbed onto his strong arms as he stretched you out, making you feel all of him. Daryl held his breath until he was completely inside of you, and he let it out, his breath hitting your neck and sending bolts of electricity through you. You both let out a moan when Daryl started to move in and out of you, setting a slightly quick pace. You let your hands run up his back and you felt him stiffen a little under your touch, but after a while he relaxed and let you keep your hands there. He was letting out low grunts into your neck with every thrust, his muscles were starting to tense up as you felt him twitch inside you. You felt your walls begin to cling onto him as every thrust sent adrenaline around your body and then back to the heat building in your core. Your fingers dug into Daryl’s shoulders as his thrusts got sloppy, he was losing his rhythm as his orgasm took over. Daryl placed his forehead on yours as both of you rode your highs together, helping each other get through them. You felt light headed afterwards, like this didn’t just happen. Daryl pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed next to you, placing a hand on his chest as he caught his breath back.

“Shit” you said, staring up at the ceiling and then over to Daryl.

“Shit” he repeated your words as he looked over to you too. Both of you held eye contact until you spoke.

“Stay the night”

Daryl nodded his head and got under the covers, lifting them up so you could get under. You nuzzled yourself into his arms as he wrapped them tightly around you. “I’ll stay” he whispered. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall asleep in the safety of Daryl’s arms, wondering where your relationship would go from here.
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Title: What The Hell?

Summary
Tony Stark and his daughter seeing an alternative version of Peter on TV and confront him, which leads to a whole lot of confusion.

Words: ~ 1800

A/N: This is not exactly how I wanted it to be. I combined it with another idea (Tony setting up his daughter with Peter) and things got a bit confusing… but I hope you like it anyway! :) [It’s not edited yet. I’m too lazy at the moment. So it’s filled with mistakes…]

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My dad and I were having one of our very rare evenings in the movie room of the Stark Tower together that I appreciated more than anything.
Of course, I understood that with him being Iron Man he had a lot of duties and not much time for his daughter.

I snuggled deeper into my soft blanket when I rested my head on my father’s shoulder, both of us enjoying an evening without stress.
“You wanna watch a movie?”, he wanted to know and I only shrugged. “Let’s zap through the channels first.”

A few taps in the air and the channels changed. We sat in silence until something caught my attention, “Wait, what’s that?”

“Lip sync battle? Sounds interesting.”, I chuckled and my dad only nodded in agreement.
It didn’t took me very long to notice something very, VERY strange. And I wasn’t the only one noticing it, that was for sure.

The boy on TV who was wearing a black wig and a rather inappropriate outfit looked like Peter. And I mean EXACTLY like Peter. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of our TV. Peter was by far the most handsome and cutest boy I’d ever seen and this was very entertaining.
“That’s Peter.”, I stated, my eyebrows narrowing in confusion.

“What goes on in this boys head?”, my dad questioned in disbelief. With a shrug I grabbed my phone and started filming this weird occurrence.

Neither of us said a word as we watched Peter swinging his umbrella and grinding against it. The whole time dancing in the middle of other dancers while water was raining down on him.
Jesus, he looks so hot, I only thought before I subconsciously pressed my knuckles on my lips.

“What?”, my dad asked in shock. Of course I had to say that out loud…
I quickly stopped the video and chuckled nervously when I turned my head to look at my father.
“Uh, I m-mean… well, he’s this cute, innocent boy… usually. And now…”, I stuttered, my face heating up, “I just thought that… you know. It’s different. Good different. Not that I… I mean that’s-”

“So I was right? You actually are smitten with that spider kid.”, he smirked at me before wiggling his eyebrows, making me want to vanish into thin air.
“NO, I’m not. Okay?!”, I insisted, even though it was more than a huge lie. But my father didn’t need to know that I was head over heels for Peter.
“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t tell him.”, he laughed and brushed over my back.
“Thanks.”, I mumbled defeatedly, slowly admitting that I couldn’t hide it from him anymore. Or at least there wasn’t a point in arguing with him.

Not wanting this awkward silence to last, I grabbed my phone to send the video to Peter but not before cutting out the end.
Peter didn’t need to know about my thoughts.

Nice wig, Spidey. I didn’t know you could dance like that. , I texted Peter and threw my phone on the pillow laying next to me before my dad took the remote.“Let’s watch something else. That was terrifying…”

After a couple of minutes the door opened and Happy stood in the door frame.
“Tony, the boy arrived. He’ll be here in a minute.”

“Ah, perfect. Thanks, Happy.”, my dad replied and I looked at him, tilting my head to express my confusion. “Did I miss something?”, I wanted to know but I didn’t get an answer. Only a secret smile.

Not many moments later Peter stood in the door frame, wearing one of his cute nerdy shirts and holding his phone with a bewildered look on his face.

“Hi Peter! What are you doing here?”, I asked nervously, my voice jumping an octave.
“Hey, um… I am… No, it’s… Mr. Stark said there’s another mission?”, he stuttered while he approached us.

“Surprise!”, my dad chuckled when I looked at him in disbelief.
“But dad, it’s movie night!”, I complained, “You promised that-”
“I know, honey.”, he started, placing his hand on my arm. But before he could continue I raised my voice, “Dad, this sucks! You never-”

“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Okay?”, he soothed me, his grib getting tighter while I gave him my famous death glare before speaking up again, “I hate it when you do that. First you-”

“I wanted him to join us.”, my dad interrupted me again, this time it was actually working. I shut up.
“Why?”, I wanted to know, realising that Peter still stood there, awkwardly watching us. “It’s my secret mission.”, my dad smirked, causing me to roll my eyes.

Peter slowly opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but said nothing. “Come here, kid.”, my dad tugged at his wrist, pulling him towards us and practically forcing him to sit right next to me.
My heart stopped beating when my head realised how close our bodies were, not to mention his face being only a foot away from mine.

He seemed to notice this, too. He only stared at me for a few brief moments, which made me blush incredibly, before he remembered what he wanted to say. “You sent me a video a couple of minutes ago.”
“Yeah, I did. Did you see it yet?”, I chuckled, trying to loosen the tension. Peter shook his head, pulling out his phone to watch it.

My dad scooted over and so did I even though I had already been sitting pretty close. I just wanted to be even closer.

Peter let out a quiet sigh before pressing play. Peter’s face went blank almost instantly. “That guy looks like me!”, he squeaked, pure shock on his face.

“What? I thought that was you…”, my dad replied but Peter violently shook his head.
“But look, that’s Michelle.”, I claimed and pointed at the girl in the background.

“That’s not me. That’s for sure!”, Peter mumbled, “I would wear a costume like that.”
“What a shame… Y/N said you look hot in it.”, my dad blurted out and I looked at him with wide eyes, “even if this isn’t you. But he looks exactly like you, doesn’t he?”

Peter’s head slowly turned to me, a confused smile on his lips, but didn’t say anything.
Is he… happy about me thinking that he’s hot?, I thought while I sent my father a warning look and mouthed ‘What the hell?’ after Peter’s eyes went to the floor.

“Maybe it’s still on.”, I wondered and took the remote to switch back to the channel we had been watching.
Fortunately, the show was still on showing this exact copies of Peter and Michelle.
The presenter had just confirmed that “Tom Holland”, who seemed to be Peter’s lost twin, won the Lip Sync Battle, causing the audience to cheer in agreement.

What happened next made us stare at the TV in shock.

A girl looking like me walked up on stage and ran in Peter’s -No, what was his name again…? Tom’s arms and kissed him hard on his lips.
“What the hell?”, were the only words that left my words even though I was packed by seeing me and Peter kiss, more or less… I looked to the left, watching Peter’s and my dad’s faces.
While Peter’s face was as red as his Spiderman suit, my dad had a huge smile planted all over his face.

My double continued to kiss Peter’s clone, who excitedly kissed back, and the presenter appeared on the screen again. “Aren’t they the cutest celebrity couple ever?”, he asked and the audience cheered loudly, making the presenter laugh. Then, the screen showed a close up of our doubles pulling back from their kiss and looking into the camera, which was the perfect moment to pause the show.

“That’s us! But it’s not us… it’s not making any sense and it’s confusing.”, Peter pointed out and looked at me, catching me staring at him.
But I couldn’t help but stare at his lips after seeing ourself kiss. What would it feel like to kiss him? Are this lips as soft as they look? And how would he taste like?, I wondered before my dad interrupted my thoughts.
“I think I know what’s going on.”, he claimed.

“Yeah, what is it?”, Peter and me asked at the same time.
“Parallel Universe.”, my dad said proudly but we only looked at him blankly.

“Maybe something went wrong and this tv show aired in our universe. This is why they look exactly like you. They are you! But they’re the alternative version of you.”, he explained and we nodded, finally understanding what he meant.

“They have the same looks, same interests, same love life… Oh, and that explains why you find Peter so hot!”, my dad rambled excitedly, “Because he’s your boyfriend in the other universe.”
“What the hell, dad?!”, I said frantically, “You promised you wouldn’t tell him.”

I saw Peter looking at me with a smile from the corner of my eye but I couldn’t look at him because I was so embarrassed of this whole situation.
“No, I promised I wouldn’t tell him that you’re in love with him.”, he blurted out and I looked at him in shock, blood rushing to my face while I felt Peter tensing up.

I won’t be able to look in Peter’s eyes ever again…

“You got a problem with that, Peter?”, my dad asked him and Peter took in a sharp breath before speaking up, “N-No, not… at a-all, Mr. Stark.”
He looked at me briefly, “Actually, I uhm… I’ve been…”, he looked to the ground and then back to my dad, who smirked widely.

“Perfect.”, he clapped his hands, “Initialising last part of the mission.”
Suddenly, he pushed Peter into me, his lips crashing into the corner of my mouth making my heart skipping a beat.
Peter nervously adjusted himself and looked in my eyes, waiting for me to push him away but closed his eyes when I didn’t do anything.
I had mirrored his actions when he leaned forward, causing his lips to touch mine carefully before he pressed himself into me. I felt my heart jumping to my throat when his lips started to move and my brain processed what was happening. My hands found the way to his neck, pulling his face closer and my fingertips started to wander over the back of his head, making Peter sigh.

“Mission completed.”, I heard my dad say and I jumped slightly when I realised that he was still sitting right next to us.

Unexpected Guest - pt. 1

This is based off a dream I had the other night, and decided to write out. Nothing special or exciting, just a fun, fluffy story. And now that I’m officially posting the first part, I’m dedicating myself to finishing the rest.

3,123 word(s) of fun and fluffy buildup. No warnings.  Leonard x Reader


You shimmered onto a familiar patch of grass. The warm breeze blew your hair gently around your face, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You opened your eyes slowly and stood there for a moment and stared at the quaint farmhouse your parents had given to you, with your bag slung over your shoulder, smiling ear to ear.

The Enterprise had just finished another mission and had come back for supplies and repairs, granting the crew a weeks leave. You had jumped at the opportunity to come home. It had been far too long since you’d been back.

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Princess of Themyscira: Part 8

Prompt: When the world is invaded and your world is turned upside down, you’re forced to make a choice that will rule your future

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four. Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven



The cold Gotham night barely bothers you. You had grown up in this weather and you’d grown use to regulating your body heat on Themyscira. You take a deep breath as the wind ruffles your hair.

   “It almost feels normal.” You glance at Dick, dressed in his Nightwing uniform. It had been two weeks since your confrontation in the cave, and slowly Dick was coming back to his true self. It had started with his appearance and banning him from the cave for a week. Slowly he was beginning to smile again.

   You shrug, “I wouldn’t know.”

   “You shouldn’t have to know.”

   You smile at your brother, “This is as much my burden as yours.”

   He nods towards your uniform “So I see.”

   You glance down. Your boots were flat and black, and bled into black pants before stopping at what had once been your mother’s Wonder Woman belt. From there came your only spice of color, your mother’s red breastplate. Your hair was held back by her tiara and her bracelets adorned your wrist. A light leather jacket provided further protection. Her lasso sat on your hip, and your quiver rested against your back, and a new, state of the art bow remained in your hand. And finally, a mask hid your eyes.

   “As much as I would hate to interrupt this wonderful conversation, there’s a bank robbery in progress in downtown Gotham. Looks like the penguin has waddled back to town.”

   You smile, as Tim’s voice comes through your earpiece. With a running start you and Dick begin making your way through Gotham’s streets. “Is it just me or has he become a bit more sassy?” Jason’s tone is more than a bit snarky.

   “Maybe I’m sassy because I’m talking but people aren’t listening!”

   “Or you haven’t gotten your one millionth cup of coffee of the day.” Jason quips back.

   Static comes through for a minute before Tim finally admits, “Alfred may be forcing me to cut down a bit.”

   “Is all this chatter necessary? We are hunting a criminal, are we not?” You have to bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

   Instead you say, “Sorry Artemis.”

   There’s a sigh before she says, “Please wait for me before engaging.”

Jason scoffs, “That is so not how this works. First come first served. And right now, it looks like an all you can eat buffet for little old me.”

You watch Dick roll his eyes, as you continue running. Radio silence comes a moment later, and you ask, “Did Jason just admit to being little Red Riding Hood?”  

Dick lets out a laugh as you jump from the final roof. And together, you jump. You land with a solid thunk, before moving into a sprint. Jason’s already knee deep in blood when you get there. You and Dick stand there for a moment and watch as Artemis appears out of nowhere, taking out a hidden shooter.

You and he watch as the two of them go to town. Slowly Dick says, “This is a dangerous team.”

You smile, “Artemis is the best warrior the Amazons have to offer. She trained me.”

“Yep. She’ll fit right in.” As the police sirens sound, and Artemis binds Penguin, you and Dick meld back into the night. The rest of the night is spent taking down muggers and other small time crime.

When you traipse back to the cave Jason and Artemis are more than a little energetic. You and Dick watch them make for the training room. You lock eyes with Tim and he asks, “What the hell have we created?”

You shrug, “Something that will probably terrify the Joker.”

Tim shrugs, before wheeling his chair towards the lift Dick had put in.

You head towards the changing area. You change into comfortable clothes before heading back up stairs. You slip through the house quietly before slipping into the back yard.

   This far away from the city the stars are visible and you drink them in. You scrunch your toes in the grass, and take in a deep breath.

   A minute later the door opens and closes. You turn and smile as your sisters slip out the door. Calyce holds out a mug and you take it. “What thoughts are running through your mind?”

   “How amazing it felt to be out there.”

   Euboea’s voice is gentle, “The city is amazing.”

   You nod, “I remember being mesmerized by it as a kid. Mom would take me into the city to see Dad, and I’d stare at the buildings as we passed. I remember wondering what it would be like to be above the clouds.”

   Io’s voice is hesitant when she asks, “Have you gone to see her yet?”

   Your eyes stray to the trees, knowing what lies just beyond the border, “Not yet. I keep making excuses.”

   “You’ve been busy, returning your family’s name to it’s former glory, cementing your parents’ legacy, making sure that we are learning.”

   You shrug, “They’re excuses. We all know it. I’m a coward.”

   Io places one hand on your shoulder, “You are many things my princess, but a coward is not one of them.”

   “Would you like us to go with you?” Euboea asks.

   You shake your head, “This is something I have to do alone.”

   You walk away from the group, feeling their eyes on you until you pass through the trees. Once you’re through the tree line you make your way down the path. It’s a bit steep, but you take it easily.

   The area is different than you remember. There’s a bench now, and a fountain. It’s peaceful. Sliding onto the bench you stare at the two head stones. Your mother’s lays right next to your father’s.

   You lean back into the bench, “So here I am … doing what you never wanted me to. Taking on a mission I never thought I’d have to.” You sigh, before scrubbing your hands over your face, “What the hell am I doing? I’m talking to dirt. To shells. You can’t hear me. You can’t respond. You can’t tell me what to do next, or where to look for Damian. You can’t do anything because you’re both dead, and some part of me hates you for it.”

   You sit there in silence, reveling in your confession, and mourning the life you’ve lost.

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Request for #41 with Simon/Miniminter please :)

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41. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

At first, you hadn’t noticed it, but once JJ had mentioned something about him, there was no going back. You noticed all the small things Simon did that you thought he would normally do anyway, but after talking with JJ, you had found out, in fact, that he only did it around you.

When you were walking together, he would walk right beside you, occasionally with his arm around your shoulders. When you were standing and talking to one of the other boys, he was standing directly next to you, his arm pressed slightly against yours. When you were all out at Nandos for dinner, Simon would sit next to you, moving his chair ever so slightly closer to yours so his thigh or foot was always in contact with yours. 

His constant touch was starting to get you nervous, forget butterflies, there was an entire stampede of elephants running around in your stomach due to his close proximity.

“Y/N!” you heard your name called from the kitchen of the sidemen house, getting up off of the couch you made your way over. Behind the counter stood Simon, a very shirtless Simon. Taking in his appearance you could feel your cheeks heat up, now he wasn’t buff, but the sight of him definitely got your blood pumping.

“Uh- you called?” you cleared your throat, looking at his face. He turned around, picking a pot full of water out of the sink, it was bound to be heavy, the veins were popping from his arms as he lifted it and your eyes widened slightly at the sight. “Yeah I was just wondering-” “Wait,” you interrupted him mid sentence, “Why are you shirtless?” “Um- Why can’t I be?” he looks down at himself, suddenly regretting his plan. “Si it’s freezing! The heatings still broken!” you exclaim walking around the counter to place your hand on his arm. “You’re cold!” “No- no I’m fine, I just- um” Simon stutters, his face being dusted with a light shade of pink.

Suddenly, what JJ had said about Simon a few days back came back to you. The constant touching, always being around you, not to mention this situation you were now in. “Simon?” you question him, “what are you trying to do?” “Noth-Nothing! What do you mean?” he stumbles. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” you conclude with a smirk. You watch Simon’s face as his eyes go wide and mouth opens slightly, his cheeks turning even pinker if it was even possible, realisation hitting him smack bang in the face that he had been called out. 

“Did it um- did it work?” he asked with an uneasy chuckle. “Maybe” you laugh, turning around, grabbing Simon’s shirt off the side bench on the way out and throwing it at him. You heard Simon shuffling around behind you and an exasperated “Y/N wait!”

Feysand baby Headcanons part 2

Feysand baby Headcanons part 2!! This is more of an immediate continuation from my last Headcanons, and more about Feysand and their daughter and less about them having a baby. Here’s the first part: you probably need this to understand what’s going on :)

Part 1: 

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-Feyre and Rhys daughter is ecstatic when she finds the boy she’s been swooning over for nearly a year. He looks so ashamed of himself when she finds him wandering back to his tent so she sneaks up to him and wraps her arms around him from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to space between his wings.

-He blushes so hard the absolute cutie and tells her she probably shouldn’t do that, someone might see. Despite all the work Rhys had done in the Illyrian camps the stigma around being a bastard never really left, and this golden boy had to fight and work for everything he has. It’s why feysands daughter loves him.

-She just scoffs and grabs his hand, dragging him back to her cottage explaining that her mother has invited him for dinner, and she doesn’t care about the nature of their relationship at all.

-What neither of them are expecting is the darkness that is surrounding her home when she gets there, and she knows instantly that her father is there. She stops dead in her tracks and is literally about to fly away with her boy when the door opens and her father is standing there, no glamour on and surrounded by his magic. He has the arrogant smile that he uses when he talks to people he doesn’t like or when he wants to piss someone off. She’s scared shitless.

-She smilies back at him, a nervous smile, and the boy beside her tightens the grip he has on her hand.

-Rhysand never thought there would be a day when he had to deal with a boy who was taking advantage of his baby girl, and he was ready to rip into this child that thought he could touch a hair on his baby’s head without suffering the consequences.

-He had heard every word spoken between Feyre and his daughter, after Feyre, at her shock of seeing their daughter with a boy in her bed, let down the shield that kept him out and practically screamed her thoughts at him. -Rhysand. Was. Pissed.

-He came as soon as he could, winnowing into the camp and seeing his frazzled mate straight away. She tried to explain the situation to him, calmly, but when Rhys realised their daughter wasn’t there and Feyre explained that they were going to have dinner with the boy he cracked it. His glamor went down and his claws came out, a feral snarl emitting from him. Feyre just flicked him on the nose and told him to control himself.

-Dinner was tense at first. Their daughter wouldn’t look up from her plate no matter how many times Feyre tried to initiate conversation with her and her boyfriend.

-Rhys shoots through the bond for Feyre to never call that boy their baby’s boyfriend ever again. She’s too young to have a boyfriend. Way to young. And boys are dumb and he knows damn well what the only thing Illyrian boys want at this age and it’s certainty isn’t a relationship.

-Rhys will admit that he’s sweet though. He has bright blonde hair, rare for an Illyrian, and Rhys has always had a soft spot for bastard borns. And there’s something very familiar about the boy that he can’t quite put is finger on.

-All in all the dinner isn’t horrible??? They actually have a nice time????

-Feyre sees her husband diligently watching their daughter who is escorting her boyfriend to the door. The boy has a broad smile on his face and kisses her cheek before he goes. It’s nice actually. Feyre remembers the sweet moments like that between her and Rhys when they were younger, and is glad that her daughter has found that sort of happiness.

-Feyre goes to bed to leave Rhys and their daughter to talk. She kisses both their heads before wandering off, but not before shooting down the bond that Rhys better not leave without saying goodbye.

-It’s silent between Rhys and the girl who looks so much like him. He knew this day would come, the day where she started claiming men, but even after 17 years he still sees the baby who used to blow kisses at random people in the street and wave at anything that moved. He still sees the 11 month old who was still perfecting her walking when she started to fly around so that she could chase the butterflies with Aunty Elain. It would be hard for him to let that image go.

-They stay in silence until she burst out crying. Rhys was instantly at her side holding her in his arms while she blubbered about how sorry she is and please please don’t be disappointed in me I know your mad I’m so sorry .

-Rhys tells her he could never be disappointed in her, it’s more surprise than anything. She’s not his baby anymore and it’s gonna take some time for him to deal with that. However, he does think that it’s about time that she comes back to Velaris.

-She blanches and outright refuses. She knows he’s just doing this to get her away from any males and under the careful watch of her uncles and cousins which is complete and utter bullshit and she has no problem telling her father exactly that.

-Rhys says he is her father and she doesn’t really have a choice in the matter but all this does is light the fire inside her that she got from Feyre and she screams. She screams at him that there is no way he can make her leave the boy she loves, and if he did that is he really any better than High Lord Tamlin?

-Rhys says that this has nothing to do with that boy of hers, and anyway there are plenty of boys for her to choose from when she’s older but right now Rhysand needs to have his family home in Velaris and that is that.

-Both their darknesses are crowding the room and Feyre is anxiously listening to the exchange from her bedroom, wondering if she should interrupt.

-Rhys is 5 seconds away from just winnowing back to Velaris with his daughter in tow when she falls to her knees sobbing in what sounds like agony.

-Rhys’s darkness instantly sweeps away and he gets on the floor with his daughter and pulls her to him. He never expected the next words to come out of her mouth. -“He’s not just some boy, he’s my mate. He’s my mate and he doesn’t know but I knew the moment I saw him.”

-Feyre rushes back into the room as soon as she hears and then both her and Rhys are holding their daughter, telling her everything will be okay and of course they won’t make her leave him. But they had actually decided to go back to Velaris before all this happened, and this just means that her mate would have to come join them after his Blood Rite.

-When everything has calmed down and Rhys goes home to the House of Wind, he runs into Cassian who is rocking his newborn daughter around to stop her whimpering while also doing paperwork for his armies. Rhys envies Cass’s seemingly flawless ability to be a father, and asks his advice about what happened. When Rhys mentions the name of his daughter’s mate his general’s eyebrows shoot up in recognition. Rhys asks if he’s heard of the boy and Cass replies that they talked about him last week. He’s the bastard child of a Lord and High Fae, who’s power and leadership skills have improving every day and who had been note worthy enough for Cassian’s eldest to bring it to the attention of his father, who in turn brought it to the attention of his High Lord.

-That explains why Rhysand thought the boy was familiar and this was indeed perfect. Perfect because Cassian and his son planned to bring the boy to Velaris for further training, hopefully ending in Cassian having another reliable war leader.

-Cass laughs at Rhys because he thinks he’s overreacting about the whole thing but then Rhys reminds him about what they were like when they were that age, and in a few years Cassian’s daughter would be at an Illyrian camp too. Cass’s eyes widened in horror. He looked down at his precious bundle who was now sleeping against his chest and told Rhys “My daughter is never stepping foot in an Illyrian camp. Never.”

-The day her mate comes to Velaris there is nothing but warmth and love for the boy. Mor and Elain thinks he’s absolutely beautiful and Cass, Az, and Rhys take him under their wings ~pun intended~ to help him grow and let go of his brutal past as a bastard Illyrian.

-And on the day of his daughters wedding and mate ceremony a year later, he and Feyre can’t help but smile with pure joy and elation at the happiness their child has found, and their family that is slowly but surely getting bigger every passing year.

-(Hours before the ceremony Rhys, Cass and Az cornered her mate and told him that if he ever hurt her, they wouldn’t give a shit of he was her mate or not, what they would do to him would make what they did to Hybern look like mercy)

Mermaids; part 2

Legolas Greenleaf x Fem!Reader

Character(s): Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil

Fandom: The Hobbit/LOTR

Prompt/plot: Reader is a mermaid who somehow got washed up near Mirkwood. Legolas is out hunting and finds her only to take her home and to care for her. Thranduil has allowed her to stay in Mirkwood and Legolas will help her learn to walk, which leads to different things.

Warning(s): nudity, curious/confused reader about genitals 

A/N: I’M HYPED FOR THIS YOOO. Also I noticed I use the word ‘quick’ in literally everything I write lmao.

Tagged: @17baldwinn 

Alu tarien = water princess 

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Wonderful Interruptions

Originally posted by silverhammerchick

  • Movie/Televisions Show/Anime: Criminal Minds
  • Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader
  • Word count: 444 words
  • Genre: Suggestive Fluff
  • A/n: Hey, guess who’s not fucking dead and rotting into the ground? Me! Anyway, I was inspired to write this by this image, feel free to see it before reading!

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O u t d o o r s

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Dumping Chanyeol was really becoming an option after this, but I was too weak to do it.

The one shot where your boyfriend is just too cute to say not to, even though you know you’ll regret it.

Word count: 1919


I felt like dying.

My breathing was going so fast that I felt my lungs burning and my head go dizzy. My whole body was shaking and I couldn’t stand up anymore, so I had to stop. I had been doing this for so long that my body wasn’t able to handle it for any other second. A small sigh left my lips as I controlled the way my body was reacting to it. I was really weak on my knees.

The soft green grass tingled in the back of my neck, as I laid still over it with no intention to move. The blue sky was clear, provoking a bigger sense of heat and humidity on the wind that flowed heavily around the park. While I kept curling my fingers over the leaves with a soft motion, I wondered how the hell I ended up tangled in this situation.

It was a normal saturday morning, full of cartoons and breakfast bowls. First, I woke up early, which was a surprise considering that I didn’t have to work; and laid over my warm sheets for a couple of minutes. The smell of cologne was still impregned on it, and I hummed happily over the pillow, enjoying the last traces of it tingling on my nose. I loved the smell of mint and wood, and he knew it really well.

Half an hour later, I found myself dancing in the kitchen with my paint-stained joggers and crop top, completely blocking the world out as I jammed to my favorite songs. The soft smell of pancake mix being cooked was floating in the air, making my stomach grumble of hunger and excitement.

My hips were wiggling in coordination with the bop of the songs, and I absently danced the choreographies too, mostly because I knew them by heart. The lyrics were barely mumbled, especially since I was too busy trying not to burn the whole apartment in a slip of a second. Flipping over the last pancake, I sighed happily and turned the kitchen off, cleaning rapidly afterwards, and hoping the food wouldn’t be too hot.

I sat on the couch for a while, cleaning my plate off and watching all the cartoons possible. I had nothing better to do than this, since I had already done my part of the chores and had a clean schedule for the day. After what seemed a long time, I stood up, and went directly to clean the rest of the mess I had left on the kitchen. The plates piled up, showing last night’s effort to make a presentable dinner for once, and failing at the end. Boxes of express food were the last proofs of yesterday’s failure.

I continued to bop in my very own world, not noticing the sound of a pair of keys clashing in the desk and a solely figure leaning against the door frame. After a while, I stopped on my tracks, putting attention to the song on shuffle of the moment, and started to sing at the top of my lungs. I danced to it, stepping in coordination with the lyrics, until I was stopped by a long pair of hands on my hips and a deep voice with hot breath singing in my ear. “… So I’m untouchable man”.

 I felt my heart skip for a second, and a smile crept on my features as I turned around to face him completely. His brown hair was fluffily covered by a black cap and an oversized black hoodie. His lips were turned upwards in a cheeky smile and his nose was crunched in a cute way. The song stopped right after, and left us in a comfortable silence as we stared into each other’s eyes.

I was the first one to break the silence. “You know how much I love that song.”

His smile only grew bigger as he walked even closer to me, leaving just a tiny space between us. His warm hands went up a little bit, getting in touch with the soft skin of my waist, and his long fingers began to absently draw imaginary circles in that area, sending several tickles over my torso.

“Which part? The rap one?”, he wondered, proud of himself.

“Specially the rap part”, I repeated his words, feeling flustered by the second.

His proximity made my heart beat faster and my mind go completely blank. Every nerve of my body was tickling as I craved his touch. I raised my hand, taking his cap off, and letting his brown hair freely fall over his forehead. It reached right over his eyebrows, showing how bad he needed a haircut, so I brushed it off with my fingers, stopping a second just to caress his cheek. His shut his eyes close momentarily, while he leaned softly against my palm, and his hands hold my waist tighter. He was clean of all makeup, and his soft eyes bore in to mine like two deep holes.

“Where have you been, Chanyeol?”, I wondered softly, smiling at his natural beauty.

“Hmm, I had an early practice, babe.” He mumbled distractedly, too busy playing with the tips of my fingers on his pink lips. “I didn’t want to wake you up, so I left as silently as I could”.

He began to walk in my direction again, pushing me against the marble table’s border behind me, closing as much space as he could. The tip of his nose was brushing mine, and I was able to see every aspect of his face, even the littlest flaw. From the natural glow on his cheekbones to the almost invisible trace of acne in his face. I stared at him, noticing a little smile forming on his features, until his warm lips crashed with mine.

A tingling sensation formed in my lower abdomen as I moved my lips too. His hands were holding me still and mine where playing with the short hair of his nape, feeling slightly drunk on him. He lifted me up, sitting me over the marble surface, making a space for his body in the middle of my legs. His hands were everywhere, touching every bit of the exposed skin he had within reach.

After what seemed like hours, I hold him by the border of his sharp neck line, and I pushed him softly, breaking the lip contact with a sigh. A small pout formed on his lips, and growl burped from his throat, feeling profoundly bothered by the end of the make out session. I couldn’t help but laugh at his childishness.

“It’s too early, Chanyeol”, I stated, pushing myself off the counter. He stepped back, looking at the clock hanging on the wall, and realizing it was only eight-thirty in the morning. His eyes widened a little, and his hands hung low on the front pockets of his joggers, noticing how early he had left that day.

“You’re right, Y/N. I should be doing my training session.” He stated, frowning slightly at the idea. I, on the other side, felt excitement rushing through me. Training session meant two things: 1. Sweaty Chanyeol. 2. Shirtless Chanyeol afterwards.

I controlled my face expression as much as I could, not letting him know how much his words had affected me. Instead, I cleared my throat. “Have you had breakf-?”, I wondered, but I was interrupted by the growl of his stomach. He smiled innocently at me and I rolled my eyes, unpacking some of the leftover pancakes I had left in the fridge.

“You should really stop doing that”, I said as I placed the steaming plate in front of him with a frown. “Your body isn’t made of steel, Chanyeol. Take care of yourself a little.” He licked his lips slightly, looking at the food with hungry eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry. It was really early in the morning and I was already running late to the practice”, he excused himself with a pout. I gave him a glass of juice too, kissing his cheek in the process. “Eat, we will discuss it later.”


“No”, I growled for the millionth time.

Jagi, please” Chanyeol pleaded again. In a blink, he knead, hugging my waist with his long arms. He looked at me with puppy eyes and pouty lips. I felt my heart warming at the view, while he spoke again.

“It’s just for today, I don’t wanna go by myself”.

“Chanyeol, you are literally asking me to go to run with you, even knowing how my physical condition is”, I said, taking him by the shoulders to look at him in the eye. “You should really reconsider what you are asking”

He snorted, pressing my waist even harder to his chest.

“Why don’t you go with Baekhyun instead?”, I tested, but he snorted again.

“He is moving with his girlfriend this week, he has no time”, he clarified.

“And you think I do?”, I asked, offended. He smiled sweetly, but didn’t answer at my question.

“Plus, I don’t want to run with Baekhyun, I want to do it with you.”

“I bet Baekhyun will look 10 times better than me in a sports bra and leggings”, I joked. “Such a killer look.”

Please?” His cheeks were softly colored rosy, out of the effort not to laugh. His eyes were shinning, and his nose was cutely crunched as always. I felt my heart warm at the view and my fingers tingled a little bit.

Oh god.


So, that’s what happened. Wow, I’m weak of spirit.

I kept breathing heavily on the floor, considering really, really, seriously  in dumping Chanyeol and get a cat instead. It wouldn’t be as cute as him, but I wouldn’t have to take a run just because it pouted at me.

The clouds had just started to darken the sky, but I didn’t move for what could’ve been 20 minutes… At least until I felt a ball kicking my side.

Moving my head sideways, I saw a red ball rolling over the grass, and I recognized it immediately. A known giraffe of fluff hair stared at me with a cheeky grin over his features and both arms crossed. He kicked the ball once again, now kicking my leg softly with it, until he walked in my direction with energetic movements.

He stared down at me, looking slightly entertained at my suffering. I frowned at him and crossed my arms over my chest. He snorted loudly, still smiling. Chanyeol crouched down with his long legs, daddy long legs, and spoke for the first time in a while.

“You’re such a baby”. His long arms took me by the waist, sitting me up as he cleaned the back of my hoodie off the grass. “We literally ran like, what? 3 miles?”

“3 miles!? Three miles my ass!” I exploded. “I literally ran all the way from California to New York in less than an hour!”

He laughed loudly at my discomfort and helped me up, smiling a little before fixing my clothes. I felt my knees weaken, making me lose my stability, but he was quicker and grabbed me by the back, steading me up. My cheeks reddened but I hid my face in his oversized clothes and breathed in heavily. He chuckled again, giving me his back while he crouched down again.

“C’mon jagi, I’ll piggy back ride you”, he said happily. “Let’s get you some ice cream.”


 This is my first one shot ever! I really hope you enjoy it and decide to give it some love!

Feel free to ask for whatever you want to read, i will try to do my best to write it for you :)

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anonymous asked:

In your agricorps au whats going to happen when Obi Wan gets to coruscant? and how is he going to feel about being in the temple again? how will his old masters, friends, react to seeing him again after so long?

Hand resting on the mans temple, Qui-Gon took a deep breath of relief as his Force suggestion seemed to have taken hold. ‘He’s going to need mind healers.’ He thought sadly.

It was to much to hope that the bombing had left no other mark then physical but the nightmare Obi-Wan had was an obvious sign that no, there were traumas, deep seated in Obi-Wan’s mind that would need careful tending to.

“Sir?” He looked up, smiling at Cody’s worried face.

“He’s fine, a nightmare. Most likely a response to…well everything.”

“…He has PTSD you think?”

“More then likely, he’s at least traumatized.” Qui-Gon sighed. “Hopefully the healers will help him, he’s going to need…well, he’s going to need it.”

The commander nodded.

“ETA?”

“Two hours sir. He can rest for at least an hour more.”

“Good, he’ll need it.”

Qui-Gon waited until Cody left before sliding his hand from the temple and over the redheads cheek with slow care, taking in the freckles this close with a small smile now that the bacta had treated the burns, the Force feeling warm around him and Obi-Wan’s breath calm.

Guilt curled a bit in his stomach, this was the man he had rejected as his padawan but he was…impressive in his own rights. Had become a master of his own profession clearly and his Force presence felt…soothing.

Anakin had been right about that.

‘Why do you look like you belong here? On my bunk? With me? Force I can’t change the past but…I wish I could have kept you with me…’ He caressed the little mole beneath Obi-Wan’s eye before pressing his hand over the thick braid of copper hair. He felt like he could stay for hours to watch the other sleep.

‘…I’m being creepy old pervert.’ He thought grumpily before he got up, ready to let Obi-Wan rest in peace on the Jedi Master’s bunk.

()()()

“You know, its been well over a twenty years since last time I was at the temple.” Obi-Wan hummed, looking around as he followed Qui-Gon up the steps.

“Oh?” Qui-Gon smiled at him, looking at the younger man.

“Yes, I came back once with Master Iula, my trainer because there had been a crop malfunction. I had to explain to the council the expected yield since I was going to take over the post for Master Iula when she retired.” He thought back, musing a bit. “I think I saw you at the time, from afar.”

Qui-Gon blinked at that before smiling. “Then I must have been blind, I did not noticed anything. I must admit I was…healing at the time.”

“I know.” Obi-Wan looked at him, green eyes full of understanding. “I made my peace with the past. I don’t blame you, you were not the only master or knight that overlooked me, just the last.” He smiled. “And I made a life at Agricore. This…this is a lot of changes for me in one go.” He sighed a bit.

Qui-Gon watched the other before resting his hand on his shoulder. “If you wish, you could meditate with me? I’d be honor to help you process some of the changes and upheavals your life has taken.”

“I would like that Master Jinn.” Obi-Wan smiled.

“Please…Qui-Gon will do. Something tells me we will be seeing each other more.” He smiled.

“Only if you do me the favor of calling me Obi-Wan.” The redhead returned, grinning when he got a nod of agreement and a squeeze at the shoulder.

“Obi-Wan?” Both stopped and looked behind them at the call of the agricore members name, Obi-Wan giving a large smile when a dressellian knight made his way quickly across the halls floor towards them.

“Reeft, its been to long.” He held out his hands only to laugh when the dressellian moved closer and picked him up of off the floor in a bear hug before settling him down again, hands resting on Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

“Too long you say, its been…Force holo calls are not the same my friend.” Reeft offered in turn, smiling at the human before turning serious. “I heard about what happened, we all wondered…well its good to know someone lived.” He squeezed the other shoulders.

“It was…quick. I managed.” Obi-Wan settled, his smile turning strained. “Are any of the others on Coruscant?”

“Garen is out flying still. So is Vos but Bant is here, in the temple. She works in the healer wing a lot right now. She’d love to hear from you and see you especially.”

Obi-Wan hummed before smiling warmly. “Dinner perhaps. We can all have dinner together.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Reeft smiled.

Loath to interrupt but knowing he had to, Qui-Gon cleared his throat, smiling when the knight focused on him. “Apologies, I’d love to leave you to your conversation but we have council meeting.”

“Oh!” Reeft gave Qui-Gon a quick bow and smiled sheepishly at Obi-Wan. “I’ll see you later then.”

“Later Reeft.”

The two continued undisturbed towards the lift.

“You have friends in the temple?” Qui-Gon smiled.

“I have friends all over the galaxy.” Obi-Wan laughed quietly. “I just…kept touch with the ones I left behind, that’s all.” He looked up at the other. “I’m glad some of us managed to follow their dreams.” He smiled.

The sun caught in Obi-Wan’s copper hair and his eyes sparkled warmly with the soft smile set in a copper beard, Qui-Gon could almost see the dimples through it. Force…he was beautiful.

“I’m glad you have friends who care.” Qui-Gon murmured.

He was also impressed with how well together Obi-Wan held himself in front of the Council, answering their questions calmly despite the deep probing he was subjected too. He hope that the calm would last when they meet with the Senate representative too, because Qui-Gon sure as kark wasn’t about to let Obi-Wan go alone, politicians were sharks, if they scented blood in the water…

Well, he didn’t want the other to be upset more then needed.

Just as they were about to leave, Obi-Wan giving a temporary knight quarters, Yoda spoke up. “Good to see you again it is Obi-Wan, happy you seem.” The old master offered, ears twitching lightly as Obi-Wan turned and gave a soft smile to the troll.

“I am. You shouldn’t worry so much you old troll, I am happy.” His tone was teasing and Yoda gave a quiet chuckle.

“Good.”

Maybe It’s Time

Doyoung x Reader

Wordcount: 2,189

Requested by anon:

hiiii can i please request a fic where you and doyoung meet at a cafe and he wants to ask you out? ty in advance!

You had managed to survive your first three exams.  All that separated you from your upcoming summer of freedom was your Korean final.  Your everyday conversation skills had improved since being in Korea, but you struggled in the course.  When the hell were you ever going to talk about global warming in Korean?  Knowing you had to at least try to do well, you flipped to the next page of your textbook.  Chapter three.  It felt like you had been sitting in this café studying forever.  How were you only on chapter three?  That wasn’t even half of what you needed to get through for your upcoming Korean final.

“I’m not caffeinated enough for this,” you muttered under your breath.  You stood up to get your third cup of coffee that day, hoping it would give you the boost you needed to continue.  Any motivation you had earlier had flown out the window sometime during chapter two.  

While you were standing at the counter waiting for your drink, you heard the door to the café open.  Hearing whispers echo through the café, you knew who had just walked in.  NCT were regulars here.  Not a lot of people knew, which was good because it meant they had some privacy.  But it didn’t mean people already in the café weren’t shocked when they would come in. Today, it was Jaehyun, Johnny, Ten, Doyoung and Yuta.  There were traces of makeup around their eyes, probably from whatever schedule they had earlier that day.

You were a fan, but you weren’t too phased by them being there.  Sure, the first time you had seen NCT in your favourite café, you were excited.  But you weren’t really the type to freak out over guys, even if they were idols.  More importantly, something inside of you told you to leave them alone and let them enjoy their down time.  They deserved some respect, and fan-girling over them would just distract you from studying anyways.

Your drink arrived just in time for you to sit back down before the members arrived at the counter.  Avoiding your textbook by any means possible, you let your eyes linger over NCT, something you usually didn’t do.  You had been lucky enough to receive a smile from one of them on the rare occasions you had made eye contact.  Of course you would smile back.  But aside from those moments, you just tried to pretend that NCT wasn’t NCT. Sometimes, though, it was hard to pretend Doyoung was Doyoung; he was your bias.

Forcing yourself back to reality, you turned your eyes to your textbook and began to study again.  Luckily for you, the third chapter was much shorter than the first two, and you were finished within an hour.  You glanced up and saw that NCT was still there.  You were happy they were getting time to rest and hang out.  Having completed half of the review you needed to, you felt deserving of a break as well.  You closed your textbook, took out your laptop, and popped in some headphones to watch a few youtube videos.

***

Doyoung sat staring at you, the other members shaking their heads at him.

“Dude, just go talk to her.”  Johnny nudged Doyoung’s arm with his elbow.

“I can’t Johnny.  I mean, do you think she even speaks Korean?”

“Doyoung I have no idea.  Just because I speak English doesn’t mean I know everyone else in the world that speaks it too.”

“She has to have learned some Korean if she’s in Korea.  At least a few phrases,” Ten chimed in.

“I guess that’s true…” Doyoung considered the fact that even just to order coffee at the café, you would have to be able to speak some Korean.

“He’s right.  I mean, when I lived in America for four years, I picked up basic English phrases pretty quickly.” Jaehyun tried to reassure Doyoung that the language barrier wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.

It had been a few months since Doyoung had first seen you in that café.  He didn’t know why, but he had a crush on you the moment he saw you.  Maybe it was that you had distinctive features.  Or maybe it was that he thought you were you were really smart because you were always studying.  Maybe it was how you didn’t start screaming whenever they came into the cafe.  He wasn’t sure what it was.  What he was sure of what that he hoped he would see you in whenever he and the others went to this particular café.  But he never wanted to interrupt your studying.  And the fear that there would be a language barrier always held him back too.  Johnny and Jaehyun had offered to translate before, but Doyoung said it would be too lame to bring a friend with him.

Doyoung grew increasingly frustrated with himself.  You were right there in front of him.  Every time he left the café without talking to you, he swore he would introduce himself the next time he saw you there, but he never did.

“Doyoung, she stopped studying.  You wouldn’t be bothering her too much if you talk to her now,” Yuta pointed out. “You’ve had a crush on her for months. Do something about it.”

Yuta was right.  All the guys were.  Doyoung was so scared of not being able to communicate with you, or worse, of being rejected, that he had convinced himself it wasn’t worth trying.  But here you were, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you watched your laptop screen intently, calling out to him.  It was also true that if a language barrier caused things to go awry, he could call over one of the boys to help translate.   Or just leave the café and never return in an attempt to avoid you forever.  That would be plan B.

“We’re here for you man.  Just take a chance.  Ask her out. Whatever happens we have your back.”

“Thanks Johnny.  You guys are right…  Maybe it’s time.”

***

You had fully immersed yourself into the video you were watching, wanting to make the most of your well-deserved break.  As soon as this video ended, you would have to get back to studying.  You were so consumed by what you were watching that you didn’t notice Doyoung standing across from you at your table.

“Excuse me? Would it be okay if I sit here?”

You looked up from your laptop wondering who was interrupting your break, only to meet eyes with Doyoung. You blinked at him a few times trying to register what was happening.  And why. Why did he come up to you after all this time?

“Sure. I’m just taking a break from studying. I’m (y/n),” you smiled at him and gestured to the chair across from you.  

“You speak Korean,” Doyoung said as he flashed you his gummy smile in return.  “I’m Doyoung,” he said extending a hand out for you to shake.  

“I’m an exchange student here so I’ve been studying the language!  And I take a Korean class back home.”

The two of you began chatting.  You knew you should be studying, but you also had no intention of ending your conversation with your bias.  Maybe this was the world’s way of rewarding you for giving NCT space whenever you had seen them before.  

You spoke about why you chose to go to Korea and how you were spending your time there.  Doyoung spoke about what it was like being an idol.  The two of you had a shared love of music – and Korean food.  The witty banter between the two of you was great too. He was smart and quick-witted.  It matched your outgoing personality well. He made fun of you when you told him you were a fan, saying that you were probably going to go home later and write fan fiction about meeting him.  The two of you even joked about how you really should be studying for your Korean final, and how somewhere between watching youtube and him coming over, you had decided to give up.

Despite how easily the conversation was flowing, something was bothering you.  Why did he come to talk to you?  The longer the two of you conversed, the more curious you became.  When there was a pause in the conversation, you took your chances.

“Doyoung, there’s something I want to ask you.”  You looked down at your hands as you twiddled your thumbs.  For some reason, you suddenly felt nervous in front of him.  “Why did you come and talk to me today?”

“Actually (y/n), I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while.”

You had caught him looking at you a few times before, but you never read anything into it.  The two of you would just exchange smiles and you would go back to studying.  Right now though, he was looking right at you so intently you began to blush.  

“The first time I saw you, I sort of… developed a teeny crush on you?”  Now he was the one beginning to blush.  

“Doyoung, how come you never said hi to me then?!  Were you too scaaaaared?”  You taunted him, sticking your tongue out.

“I could ask you the same thing (y/n)! What sort of fan doesn’t even approach the idols they like?”  He pouted, pretending to be offended by your seeming lack of interest in him.

“The kind that respects your privacy.  I mean, if I came up and asked you for an autograph, it might have made you feel less comfortable coming here if you saw me.”

Doyoung nodded in agreement.  It was true. This café was comfortable to visit because people here never really paid much attention to NCT once they got past the initial surprise of idols walking in.  People usually just came here to study or get some peace and quite.

“Anyways Doyoung, I asked you first.  How come you never came and talked to me before?”  You had to get to the bottom of this.

“To be honest, I was scared (y/n).  You always seemed so focused on studying, and then there was the issue of a possible language barrier…” His words trailed off as he began to realize how irrational he seemed.  The things that he had been worried about now seemed like petty excuses to avoid potentially getting rejected.

“I’m glad you took a chance, Doyoung.”  You had always perceived him as one of the more confident members of NCT.  It surprised you to think that he could become this shy in front of you.  You smiled at the though, as he continued his regained his courage and continued his explanation.

“I just thought that maybe it was time to do something about my crush on you.  I’ve wanted to ask you out on a date for such a long time.  I was tired of missing out on the opportunity.  Plus, the guys gave me a bit of a nudge.”  He turned to look behind him, only to receive smiles from the members and a thumbs up from Johnny.  You had been so engrossed in your conversation with Doyoung that you had forgotten they were even there.  You suddenly felt slightly self-concious knowing that they had been observing your interactions.  But Doyoung turned back to you, unphased by his wing-men.  “So I guess (y/n), I’m finally going to go for it.  Will you go on a date with me?”  

“I would love to.”

Both of your faces broke out into huge smiles.  Who knew a study break could turn out this well?  You thought about the first time you saw him in that café, the times he had smiled at you, how you always tried to focus on your homework when NCT was there… Of all the times you had seen Doyoung in this little café, never had you once thought the two of you would end up dating.

“I’m so glad you said yes (y/n).”  Doyoung was absolutely beaming.

“I am too, Doyoung.  And I think they agree.”  You gestured behind him, where his fellow members were hi-fiving each other and punching the air in success.

“They’re probably just glad they don’t have to listen to anymore of me whining about wanting to talk to you.”  He shook his head at them, trying to tell them to calm down a bit and stop embarrassing him.

“So Doyoung, when are we going on our first date?”

“Why don’t we have it right now?  I can help you study for that Korean final you’re going to fail.”

“You call that a date?”  The two of you laughed in unison.  To be honest, it didn’t really matter to you.  You were just happy to be spending time with him.  Plus, you really did need to get back to studying…

You finally flipped open your textbook.  Chapter four. Phrases related to dating.  You and Doyoung both looked at each other and smiled.  This was going to be interesting.


 

Thank you for reading~~  I hope you guys all liked it!  And thank you to the anon for requesting a Doyoung fic. :)  I felt like I was writing a scene from a high school drama or something haha.  Please like, reblog, follow and request if you guys liked this and want more hehe.

Not A Bad Thing ~ Part Five

Originally posted by katherine8595

Fairy-tale & AU Series Index

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Word Count: 4K

**Make sure you read the last part, to fully understand this one.

Errors. Errors everywhere. Please excuse and ignore them.


SEHUN:

Sehun’s fingers drummed the long rectangular conference table. His brothers all sitting among, speaking on the previous presentation that was given. His mind was somewhere else, and his ears couldn’t tune into what they were saying.

“Sehun,” Junmyeon called. Sehun jumped slightly at the sudden voice calling out to him. He looked away from the fine wood of the table at his older brother, who stared on with curious eyes. Sehun stared back, not sure what to say and a cheeky smile pulled at his brother’s lips.

What the heck is he smiling like that for? Sehun thought to him.

“You’ve been so out of it ever since your date with Y/N.” Junmyeon pointed out. Sehun sighed, knowing that his brothers have noticed his strange behavior.

Sehun suddenly leaned forward, placing both his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together. He stared at his brothers with a rather serious gaze before he spoke.

“I need you guys to help me.” He voiced. Minseok who was staring down at his phone glanced up at his brother.

“Help? You, the high and mighty Oh Sehun, are asking for help?” He teased. Sehun wasn’t in the mood to say anything back, rather he rolled his eyes at his older brother.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind, and I can’t relax till I figure it out.” Sehun honestly. He was finally catching the interest of his brothers. They were wondering what has been bothering their youngest sibling since his dance a few days ago.

“Did something happen with Y/N? I thought you said the date went really well.” Yixing asked.

“The date went perfectly.” 

“Then what’s the problem?” Junmyeon asked.

Sehun took his hands off the table and leaned back in his chair, “What are the chances that I’ve met Y/N before?”

“Pretty low. If you met her before, she would be your mate already.” Junmyeon explained.

“I know that, but I can’t get rid of the feeling that I know her from somewhere.”

Jongin who looked bored said, “What makes you think that? Where would you have met her then?”

Sehun shook his head as if straighten out his thoughts. Would his brothers think he’s crazy? Maybe it’s just the feeling of having a mate, someone who you’re destined to be with. If it is, why does this feeling weight so heavy on his heart.

“Her eyes.” He stated.

“What?” Baekhyun asked.

“Her eyes are so familiar.” He stated. Y/N’s eyes were so familiar.  Every time he looked into them, something flashed into his memories.Those same eyes, but they looked a bit different. The aura around them was different from the Y/N he knows now.

“It’s almost like her eyes are taunting me. I keep getting flashbacks, and all I see are her eyes…but everything else is a blur.”

Sehun’s brothers were now taking his words seriously. It was clear that their brother was in serious thought.

“Just ask her if you’ve met her before,” Junmyeon suggested.

Sehun shook his head, “She probably wouldn’t tell me. She’s still got this huge wall up. At dinner, she didn’t want to tell me much about herself. Every time I asked a questioned, she got tense. I told her that if there’s anything bothering her, she could always tell me. But I don’t think she’s convinced.”

“We could do some digging up,” Chanyeol suggested, speaking for once.

“Yeah, I’m sure we could do that.” Baekhyun agreed.

Junmyeon looked hesitant, “I don’t think you should do that. You should have her tell you when she’s ready.”

“One thing we know is that if you met her…it had to be before your first transformation,” Chanyeol stated.

“How is that possible? That only leaves everything before sophomore year of high school.” Jongin voiced.

The boys began to speak among themselves, now fully engaged in the topic at hand. Sehun was trying to connect his own pieces together.

Before high school? If it was before high school…it’s either elementary school or middle school? Sehun thought. He cocked his head to the side for a moment, feeling like the answer was right on the tip of his tongue, his mind was just piecing it together slowly. He was trying to block out the chatter of his brothers, worried he’d lose the train of thought.

Was it….was it middle sc-

Sehun’s thoughts were interrupted as his cell phone rang in his pocket. He groaned, unable to remember what he was thinking off. It was his personal cell phone, not his work cell. Did it really need to be answered? But it could be Y/N calling.

Sehun dug into his pocket, pulling out his iPhone 7 to see a familiar number on the screen. Sehun couldn’t help but roll his eyes, throwing his phone onto the table.

Junmyeon cranked his neck forward to peek at the phone number.

“It’s Eun Ji,” Junmyeon stated.

Sehun didn’t say anything, leaving the air quiet and cold.

“Is she still in Paris?” Baekhyun asked.

“She isn’t due back for a few weeks,” Sehun answered in a tense voice.

“Have you told her you found your mate?”

“No. Why do I have to tell her?” Sehun hissed back.

“You know how she feels about you.” Minseok reasoned.

“Eun Ji has been following me around like a sick puppy since elementary school. If I was going to fall in love with her, I would have done so by now.” Sehun spat.

“Come on, you never liked her? Not even a bit?” Baekhyun teased.

“The only reason I never told her off is because her mom was a wonderful person who baked us cookies.”

Sehun’s phone stopped ringing, and the screen turned black. It wasn’t long before the screen lit up again, the same contact name shining forth.

Sehun sighed before grabbing the phone and standing up from the table.

“Y/N is supposed to be here today, isn’t she? She is supposed to take new candid photos for the website.” Chanyeol said also getting up from his seat. Sehun didn’t reply as he headed for the door. His phone started to ring again, so out of annoyance, he answered,

“Hello?” He said walking out the conference room.

“Hey, darling!” Eun Ji chimed, making Sehun wince at the volume of her voice.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” He grumbled walking through the long hallway, giving glances to the employees that greet him.

“I missed you. I haven’t heard from you since I traveled.”

“I’ve been busy,” Sehun answered, as he came to the elevator. He pressed the button for the elevator.

“So busy that you can’t call me?” Eun Ji whined.

“Yup. He answered coldly. Sehun stood there as the elevator dinged. Before the doors could open he felt his heart hammering in his chest and his body temperature rise. He suddenly couldn’t hear what Eun Ji was saying into his ear.

The elevator doors opened, and just as he expected Y/N stood there. His body always reacted like this to Y/N. He couldn’t help it. He saw her just a few days and spoke to her on the phone yesterday…but he misses her like it’s been years.

Y/N was looking at her phone, one medium sized black backpack sitting on the floor of the elevator. Sehun walked into the elevator and Y/N looked up to see him. She looked back down at her phone, but couldn’t stop the small smirk forming on her lips.

Sehun looked at the floor buttons to see that they were heading to the same floor.

“Sehun?! Are you there?” Eun Ji yelled into the phone.

Without a word, he hung up the phone, setting it into his pocket. He looked forward at the elevator towards, not saying a word. The silence that sat between them was a comfortable silence. Though no words were spoken, and they weren’t looking at each other, the both of them were smiling widely.

Sehun felt like words weren’t needed.

The elevator doors opened and Y/N grabbed the black backpack, Sehun followed. Y/N sported a black sleeveless, v-neck, wide-legged jumpsuit with some sandals.

“Where is Jang Mi?” Sehun asked jogging slightly to keep up with Y/N.

“She took the day off.” She answered shortly before heading towards the area where they employees were.

“So you’re just here to get photos for people working?” Sehun asked, though he already knew the answer. He was aware of the fact that she would need to start working soon, but he wanted to speak to her before he did.

“Yes, that’s correct.” She answered, not even giving him a glance.

“Wanna go for lunch when you’re done?” He asked.

“I’ll work through lunch.” She answered. Sehun’s brows furrowed.

“I’m not letting you overwork yourself again.” Sehun declared.

Y/N stopped walking and sighed. Before she could protest, Sehun brought forth a request. She finally turned to face him. Her eyes widen as she realized how close they were standing.

Sehun understands that he has to move to Y/N pace, but he really wants to touch her. To hold her hand, to hug her. Being able to hold her close while they dance was so calming to him.

Y/N took a small step back, clearing her throat, “I’ll eat dinner, so don’t worry.”

“Have dinner with me,” Sehun said.

“I can’t. I took photos for a wedding yesterday, and I have to edit the photos. I also don’t feel like going out to eat.”

“We don’t have to go out to eat. Just come to my office when you’re done.” Sehun spoke before winking. He didn’t give Y/N a chance to respond before he walked off to the room where his meeting was held.

He was in meeting all day, speaking on a new method of selling the products. He was slammed with paperwork like usually, but it wasn’t a big problem for him. He was discussing with his employees the reports he would need to have done when there was a light knock at the door.

Sehun was growing irritated, wondering who was interrupting the meeting. The door opened and Y/N peeked her head in. Sehun’s eyes soften as she gave him an apologetic raise of the hand.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Oh.” Y/N said as she strolled in. Hearing her speak to him in such a formal matter, cause him to flinch. He understands that she’s being professional, but it still made him feel uneasy.

Some of the employees sitting at the table began to throw glances at each other. It’s probably because of the rumors swarming around the company.

‘The photographer that Mr. Oh is so fond of.’

“It’s alright Ms. L/N. Come in, just don’t get in my way.” He stated. She walked towards the other side of the room, his eyes following her.

Beautiful, He thought to himself. He brought his eyes back to the papers in front of him.

“Moving on” He mumbled. Y/N took a few photos, and quietly left the room.

Sehun went about the rest of the day, catching a few glimpses of Y/N as he went about. He ate lunch quickly and resumed his work. The rest of the day had Sehun sitting in the lounge area of the highest floor in the building. It’s the same place he first told Y/N that he was a wolf.

“Sehun, I’m leaving,” Chanyeol said as he strolled through the lounge. Sehun only nodded in acknowledgment, not looking up from the company proposal. He realized that once Chanyeol leaves, he’s the only one of his brothers, left in the building. Everyone has left for home early.

Sehun checked the watch on his wrist before grabbing his phone off the table to dial for some food. He settles on Chinese food, ordering for himself and Y/N who hasn’t called yet. As if she heard his whining, Sehun’s phone began to ring.

“Took you long enough?” He teased, setting the phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Well,” Y/N began, “You told me to meet you in your office. But when I get there, your sassy secretary tells me you’re not here.”

“Oh right! Sorry, I’m on the highest floor, Come on up.” Sehun said.

They hung up the food and he resumed working. The food arrived before Y/N did. She strolled in her black backpack in her hands. She sat down on the same couch as Sehun, not too far from him. The food sat on the table and she eyed it.

“Is this our dinner?” She asked. The question didn’t come off as hostile. She grabbed one of the containers and a spoon. She ate for a bit, setting the bowl down and reaching into the black backpack to pull out a laptop. She set the laptop on her lap and began to work.

Sehun was glad that they were able to do things like this. The conversation wasn’t needed and the silence was almost comforting. Some time went by before Y/N placed her laptop to the side, grabbing her food once again. She noticed that Sehun wasn’t eating, and tapped his shoulder.

“Aren’t you the one who was hassling me to eat?” She teased. Sehun stared at her for a moment. He chuckled, and nodded as if defeated.

He set down the papers he was reading and grabbed his food.

“So does this count as a date?” Y/N asked, smirking at him.

“Of course it does. It’s a casual date.” Sehun agreed, “Isn’t this something that women like?”

Y/N shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Sehun can I ask you something?” Y/N said after some time of silence.

“Go ahead.”

“At dinner some time ago, you mentioned something about a mating season? What is a mating season? Is it a wolf thing?” She asked, keeping her eyes down on her food. She pushed her food around aimlessly, waiting for a reply.

Sehun seemed a bit stuck, worried he’d scare her off.

When she didn’t get an answer, Y/N looked up from her food. Those deep eyes of hers, bringing him back to the thought of knowing her previously.

“Mating season is a time when wolves and their mates go into heat.” He explained in a low voice. Y/N was surprised she could even hear him

“Heat?”

“Yes, the sex drive of both parties increase.” He explained, “It’s very hard for the two, to be in the same room without attacking each other. It’s a very tiring and frustrating time, at least from what I’ve seen.”

Y/N cleared her throat, “So it’s a time where…you just have sex all the time?”

“I guess that’s right. It’s just a time where the passion between the two increases.”

“How often does this happen?”

“Once a year.”

Y/N set her food down, turned her body to face Sehun. She fumbled with her fingers in her lap, a bit nervous.

“Has it happened yet? For this year I mean?” She questioned. Sehun also set his bowl of food down.

“No, it hasn’t.” He answered in a monotone voice.

“Oh.” Was all Y/N could say.

“But I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. We haven’t really established what our relationship is, so I don’t expect anything.”

“I was talking to Junmyeon earlier.” Y/N started.

“You were talking to Junmyeon?” He sounded a bit surprised.

Uh, what did he say to her? Sehun thought to him, worried about what Y/N was going to say.

“He was explaining to me about how wolves feel towards their mates. He told me that physical contact is a big deal. He said that when he first met his mate, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. I also noticed that you haven’t really done so…with me.” She paused, laughing at her own statement.

“You’re holding back for me right?” She continued, “But small things are okay right?”

Y/N reached forward and took a hold of Sehun’s hand. He couldn’t help but sigh, almost of relief.

Y/N giggled at his reaction before smiling.

“I didn’t realize it was that intense for you.” She said, laughing a bit.

They spent the rest of the time working and having a simple conversation. Sehun wasn’t sure, but he felt like he could see the wall Y/N had built up, begin to chip.


It’s been 2 weeks since that night and Sehun’s family was having a cookout. The other women in the house(his brothers’ mates) were eager to meet Y/N. Y/N, on the other hand, has seemed quite relaxed in the past weeks. Sehun has noticed she has been smiling more and she seems a lot more open with him.

Despite the change in Y/N, she has yet to share much information about herself. What Sehun has learned is that her parents are in America, and often come to visit her. She shared some memories she made in America, and that was a good laugh. She also said that though she wasn’t born in Korea, she feels like Korea is her home.

This would be Y/N’s first time coming to Sehun’s home. The house was rather big. Some would call it a mansion. Each sibling had their own sort of wing. That gave privacy to his brothers and their mates.

Sehun, who wanted to pick Y/N up, was turned down. Y/N decided to drive herself, so Sehun sat at home, worrying.

“Sehun, calm down.” Junmyeon’s mate said. Sehun threw him on one of the benches that sat in their huge backyard. He just hopes no one says something stupid, things have been going so well. Sehun was so consumed in his own thoughts, he didn’t notice when Minseok’s mate walked back into the house, some of the other girls following behind her.

“Have you asked Y/N where the two of you have met before?” Chanyeol questioned while helping Kyungsoo prepare the meat.

“No,” Sehun sighed, “I’d rather wait for her to tell me.”

“It probably wasn’t a good interaction, that’s why she hasn’t told you. I mean you were an asshole in the past.” Kyungsoo said. Everyone stopped what they were doing to glance at the man who was prepping the meat. He didn’t look up to meet the gazes that were on him.

Sehun narrowed his eyes at his brother. But what Sehun doesn’t know, is that his brother knows a lot more than he does. Kyungsoo even knows more than Y/N does. Y/N’s freshmen and sophomore year of high school were awful, so it seems that she has blocked it out.

That seems to be it. Kyungsoo thought to myself, a distant memory leaking into his mind.


Kyungsoo walked through the hallway trying to get to the library. He was trying to keep a low profile, knowing that he’s quite popular at the school. Honestly, he thought the situation was quite embarrassing. He, an upperclassmen, was going to a freshman for tutoring.

Kyungsoo knew that he had to pass this Physics class, or else it would mess up his credits. He was desperate enough to take his teacher recommendation for a tutor. Of course, he didn’t think that tutor would be a freshman. If his brother in lower grades heard this, they wouldn’t let it go.

He strolled into the library, his eyes scanning the empty place for a moment. He is supposed to meet the tutor in the back of the library.

He walked past the front desk, and through the various bookshelves till he came to the wild cherry wooden table, with similar chairs. All the tables were empty. Well, all but one. Sitting at a table in the very back of the library was a girl who had her head hung low. The shoulder of her shirt was stained with some type of paint.

Maybe she had an art class?

Kyungsoo approached her, standing there for a moment before she was aware of his presence.

“K-Kyungsoo right?” She spoke in a soft voice. Kyungsoo nodded, taking his backpack off his shoulders, setting it on the floor. He pulled out the chair taking a seat.

The girl gave a small smile, “I’m Y/N. I’ll be tutoring you for the rest of the school year.” She stretched her hand out to him.

He shook her hand quickly, before searching into his backpack for his textbook. When he looked up, Y/N was already pulling out her Physics textbook and supplies.

“Let’s get started shall we?” She said, opening the textbook.


Kyungsoo decided to keep this to himself. He recognized Y/N after seeing her for about the 2nd time. He didn’t consider her a friend in high school, but she was the one person that didn’t give up on him like the Physics teacher did. Thanks to her, he was able to pass physics with a B.

He was surprised that she didn’t remember him, but he wasn’t hurt. Freshmen year was a tough year for her. He saw how his younger siblings and others treated her, but he never spoke up. Regret filled Kyungsoo’s system. He heard that she moved shortly after her sophomore year started.

“Y/N is here!” Chanyeol’s mate chimed, as she entered the backyard with an overwhelmed Y/N trailing behind. It seems that Y/N had arrived some time ago, but the girls were keeping her to themselves.

Sehun rose up from the bench he sat in to approach her. He pulled her into a tight hug, taking her by surprise. Ooo’s escaped from the mouths of the women around them, making Sehun roll his eyes.

The cookout was kicking off. Things were going really well. Y/N was getting along with the other mates, and Sehun felt at ease. It’s probably the most he’s seen her smile. He was helping prepare food along with some of the mates.

Y/N was helping set up the tables and plates, along with the drinks. Music was playing and it was all good vibes.

Y/N moved from the backyard, inside to where Sehun was cutting fruits.

“Wow, look at you helping out in the kitchen.” She teased, standing beside him. Sehun smirked, a cocky look appearing on his face

“Well you know, they call me a master in the kitchen.” He bragged.

From the other side of the kitchen, a chuckle escaped from the lips of the other girls. Sehun’s smirk flattened, making Y/N giggle.

“You just keep cutting those fruits. You’re doing great.” Y/N cheered, but a slight giggle on her lips.

“I feel like you’re making fun of me,” Sehun grumbled.

Y/N who was holding in her laughter, shook her head, “Of course not. You’re doing a great job.” She patted him on the back before walking over the girls who were cooking something on the stove.

The doorbell suddenly rang, catching everyone’s attention.

“Who else could it be?” Kyungsoo’s mate mumbled to herself, leaving the thing on the stove to Y/N.

“I’m here!” A voice called in the distance. Sehun’s body stiffened, and he felt dread filling his system.

What is she doing here? He thought to himself, setting the knife down. And moving to the sink to wash his heads.

“Who is that?” Y/N asked, her back facing Sehun.

“A childhood friend of mine, Eun Ji.” He stated, drying his hands with a towel. He didn’t notice as Y/N’s body stiffened, terror taking over her system. He also didn’t notice the way her body began to shiver with fear.

Eun Ji? Kill me now. Y/N thought. Her hand which gripped the spoon that stirred the sauce began to tremble. The fear in her system was so great, tears began to burn her eyes,

“Sehun!” Eun Ji shouted, sprinting into the kitchen. She threw her arms wide open to hug the man but was quickly rejected.

“Sehun.” She whined, poking out her bottom lip, “Where’s your mate? Is she here? Why did you have Junmyeon tell me? What are you scared of me or something?”

Her words slurred together because she was speaking too fast.

Sehun sighed, turning his attention to Y/N who was still paying attention to the stove.

“Y/N?” He called softly.

Y/N let out a shaky, trying her best to stay calm. She plastered a smile onto her face before turning around to meet eyes with the woman. It was definitely Eun Ji. Her darling brown hair was a bit longer than the last time Y/N saw her, and her make up since middle school has improved.

“Hello, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.” Y/N said but cursed herself when her voice cracked.

Eun Ji narrowed her eyes, her gaze growing intense.

She pointed a finger at Y/N and waved it.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” She asked.

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Newt Scamander x Reader- My Eyes are Different, Darling

Newt Scamander x Reader- My Eyes are Different, Darling

A/N: As promised, here is another Newt x Reader! I was originally going to post this later, but I figured why the hell not now? I hope you enjoy, it is currently past 2 am and I am so dead right now. This is also a lot longer than what was originally intended. I think I should have a Credence x Reader up soon. Thank you to all the lovely people who are reading and enjoying my imagines :) Summary: Reader’s friend makes the reader insecure and Newt finds out and comforts them.

Warnings: slightly angsty but full of fluffy stuff, mentions of insecurities. Also, I wrote this to kind of comfort my own insecurities in a way, and if anyone is ever feeling down, I’m here. YOU ARE ALL SPECIAL AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE MUCH LOVE TO YOU
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A melodic tune of piano notes danced and intertwined itself with the smell of coffee beans, wrapping the building in an aura of comfort. Shifting in your chair slightly, you made yourself comfortable as you waited for your friend to arrive at the busy café. The two of you had not talked face to face in some time, and a lot had changed between the last time you met and the present day. For one thing, you were now in a relationship with none other than the famous Magizoologist himself, Newt Scamander. The beginning of your relationship was a bit awkward, but the two of you soon seemed as if you had known each other your entire lives. Though you had each gone to separate schools in the past, with Newt attending Hogwarts and you attending Ilvermorny, you two managed to cross paths and fall deeply in love. Newt found you just as fascinating as his beasts, if not slightly more, and of course as majestic as the shining stars above. You were his everything, and he was yours.


You dabbed your napkin on the table to soak up the droplets of coffee that splashed from your cup as you picked it up. You slowly indulged in the hot drink in contentment. As you set the cup down again, you heard a familiar voice echo throughout the shop.


“Y/n! I haven’t seen you in so long,” your friend cheerfully spoke, however something seemed slightly off. Nontheless, you still rose from your chair to greet her with a hug.


“Hello F/n, nice to see you too.”


“Oh I am absolutely famished! Let’s see what this run down place has. You know I would have thought that you would have chosen a better meeting spot, but this is still um….pleasant.”


You were taken aback. This wasn’t the friend you previously knew from your letters. She was different, morphed into a sort of prissy person in your opinion. You began to take in her appearance more. You noticed that instead of the simple necklace she typically wore being laced around her neck, a flashy chain coated in green gems glittered oh so proudly in its place. As well as that, her sensible yet elegant style had been overthrown by a frilly coat and gold stained dress that looked like it cost more than the place that you and Newt shared. She had not only discarded her usual outfit, but she discarded her sweet and caring demeanor as well. You didn’t particularly like this shift, but she was your friend after all.


The two of you carried on conversing, well, more like she carried on conversing. For the past thirty minutes, she droned on and on about her new boyfriend’s lavish life and how they met. Apparently he was some bigshot in the ministry in England she met while at some party, and you now realized how she afforded her new style so easily. Your beverage turned plain, much like the conversation. While stuffing a croissant in her mouth, she asked you what was going on in your life for the first time since she walked through the door.


“Well I fixed up a place a few minutes away from here, and also-,” you were just about to talk about Newt when she cut in.


“That’s wonderful,” she interrupted, “Now all you need to do is fix your appearance and you’ll have a man to match!”


You were shocked. What did she mean?


“What, what do you mean?”


“You know what I mean Y/n, no man is going to want you like that. I mean look at you, you used to be so lively and pretty.”


You couldn’t tell if you heard mugs clinking or your heart breaking to pieces with every stinging word that poured from her lips. Her words were venom, piercing you fragile heart. You had always been a little insecure, and she knew this, yet here she was, stabbing at you like food on a plate. Plus you didn’t think you had changed that much.


“I-I’m the same person though,” you muttered.


“But you lack ‘wow’ Y/n. I mean look at what you’re wearing, it’s so boring,” she paused and leaned a bit closer to whisper, “kind of like this place.”


“But-,”


“And your hair could use some work. Your figure…hmm… I think I passed a corset shop on the way here. Oh and your face, I could probably fix it up back at my place where all my supplies are, oh and I almost forgot about your height.”
Tears began to swell in your eyes. You began to wonder if this was how everyone saw you, if this was how Newt saw you.


F/n munched on her last bit of the baked good before looking down at her watch, which was also encrusted with shimmering jewels. Jewels that were far more beautiful than you were.


She gasped with croissant still shoved inside of her perfect plump red lips, “My goodness, I must be going, my darling and I need to get ready for the dinner ball my friend Lucille is hosting. Oh but today was wonderful Y/n, next time we’ll do it at my place so I can do your new look on ya!” With a smile on her face she air kissed your cheek with a faint ‘mwah’ and clicked away in her heels. She opened the door and left the café, however your true friend left months ago.
You didn’t bother to hold you sobs back anymore. You cleared your space off the table and began to walk back to your shared place. The chilly air grazed against your face and froze your tears.


Maybe she was right. Maybe you did need some work on your image. What did you know? She was stunning, all decorated and gleaming in her illuminating outfit. You thought Newt loved you for who you were, but after that encounter with F/n, you weren’t so sure.


You trudged up the stairs to your door and slipped the key out of your pocket. Once the door was unlocked, you crept inside with your dread and insecurities trudging right behind. The shoes you wore were taken off and left next to Newt’s own large pair by the door. As a sigh ghosted over your lips, you painted a smile on. You couldn’t let Newt see how you were feeling.


Just as you were trying to move your hair around, footsteps pounded as you stood in the hallway. From the other room pooped in Newt, clad in his waistcoat with his sleeves rolled past his elbows. When he saw you his eyes lit up like a child on Christmas, and he walked over to wrap you in his warm hugs.
“Hello love, how was your lunch?” he questioned, still lovingly holding you.
“It was great Newt,” you lied. It was far from great, the exact opposite actually. A run in with a Hungarian Horntail probably would have been better, but you sealed your mouth.


Newt kissed your head and then began to ramble about the shenanigans his babies did while you were out. You couldn’t help but smile a bit when Newt went into great detail as to how Dougal managed to “Go missing” for an hour causing him to panic since he thought he got out again, but instead he was just invisible and playing with the occamy babies. Newt continued to ramble about the Nundu and the Bowtruckles and the Niffler, until he paused in realization.


“Oh love, I almost forgot, Jacob and Queenie wanted us to come over for dinner tonight. Tina is working with MACUSA so unfortunately she won’t be there, but we can still go and have a good time with them surely.”


You in no mood to go out anywhere, but it was Jacob and Queenie.


“Of course Newt, I’ll grab my coat,” you spoke as you gave him a kiss on his cheek, to which he gladly swung you in his arms to return the favor.
When he let go, you once again slipped on your coat, with negative thoughts clouding your mind once more.


‘Am I really wearing this? My hair is everywhere I need my brush. I can’t eat too much or else I’ll become bloated, then Newt will notice and mention it for sure…’
You couldn’t shake your demons off your sleeves. All you could do was smile and act like everything was okay. Just as another round of harmful thoughts came about your head, Newt emerged in his coat and scarf wrapped around his neck. His case rested in his hand and his wand lay in his mouth. Handsome as ever of course, yet you felt like you looked like a troll next to him. You took out your wand along with Newt and you both whisked yourselves away to dinner.

Once you arrived, you were greeted with an ecstatic Queenie as she engulfed you and Newt into a hug. Jacob was setting up the table, without magic of course, even though at this moment he wished he had magic in him like his girlfriend. Queenie led you two in to hug Jacob and sit down to enjoy dinner.
“It’s nice of you to join us Newt, you spend so much time in your case I’m afraid I won’t see you on some days,” Jacob chuckled and Newt followed after.


As dinner carried on, you ate slowly. Yu put food in your mouth fast enough to make it look like you were enjoying the food, but slow enough so you wouldn’t wound your figure more. While Newt and Jacob chatted about how popular the niffler bread was still, another wave of dark thoughts hit you.


‘See he doesn’t like you, he would rather talk to Jacob than his own ugly girlfriend. I’ve eaten too much today, I should stop. I wish I looked like Queenie. How does Newt stand being with me, I’m repulsive? My hair looks like the dead pelt of a possum, and my face is too round and coated with-,’you thought to yourself.


“Y/n?”


Your string of anxious thoughts was cut short, as Queenie took notice.


“Why are you thinking like that? You’re a lovely person and Newt adores you sweetheart,” she spoke, but you didn’t believe her.


“Queenie, please don’t read my mind right now please.”


“But Y/n you’re hurting yourself with words that are far from the truth. I know you aren’t like that, so does Jacob and Tina and Newt of course.”


“Queenie I’m fine.”


“Y/n you need to speak to Newt.”


“I can’t Queenie. Please don’t tell him about this,” you whispered as tears threaten to cascade once again.


“Y/n…”


“Please,” you uttered. Now even your voice was terrible. Newt probably thought it was annoying. Your voice gave a small crack in defeat, not allowing more words to flow out.


Your eyes changed to a hazy version, the joy being glossed over by insecurity.
Newt stopped talking immediately when he took notice.


“Y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked.


“N-Nothing,” you choked out, restraining your waterworks to break lose, “I just, I think I forgot to locked the door on our way out. I’m going to go check.”


“Y/n,” he called, his eyes displayed extreme concern. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong with his girlfriend.


With a thank you to Jacob and Queenie for the splendid meal, a kiss pressed lightly to Newt’s cheek, and a wave of your wand, you disappeared again.

You arrived back home to all the lights shut off because you found it fitting. Who would want to see you anyways?


You found yourself in the bedroom that you and Newt shared. The bed was neatly made and crisp, but you were more interested in the mirror residing in the left corner. Your coat was removed once more, leaving you to scrutinize yourself from every angle.


‘Fat. Ugly. Hideous. Pathetic. Worthless. Shame. How the hell could Newt ever see anything nice? Everything about me is nothing more than a pile of garbage. I’m holding him back. He deserves a beautiful person. I’m not beautiful, I’m not beautiful, I’m not-,’ you thought once more.


And with that, your heart entirely broke. Your composure slumped to the floor like a lifeless corpse. The ground shifted below you as your hair hid your face from view. Behind your hand were fresh tear stains, as you sobbed rivers upon rivers. Breathlessly, your chest heaved up and down rapidly as more sobs were ripped from your core. You looked once more into the mirror. With puffy eyes and a dark cloud looming above you, you sat with you head in your hands. Your breaking point had been reached, and there was no one there to help pick up the pieces. No love, no joy, no happiness, just you left to wallow in your pathetic excuse of a life.


“Why am I like this, Why can’t I be beautiful! Why did I have to be this way? Maybe if I were gone life would be better. I just want to be beautiful and gorgeous is that so much to ask for!?” you screamed. More and more tears rushed down your face and onto your clothes. Who cared if you screamed? It’s not like you had anyone left.


Or so you thought.


“Y-Y/n?”


A whimper left your shaking body as you turned from your spot on the floor to see Newt staring back with just as many tears in his eyes. Hi hair was usually messy, but now it was simply sticking out everywhere. A pink tint had become printed on his face as more tears glossed over his gentle eyes.


“G-Get out N-Newt. Don’t look at me I-I I am terrible,” your words stung him right through his heart. You didn’t want to hurt him. That was the last thing you ever wanted to do. Footsteps echoed once again, and you let a small sigh out as you assumed he listened and actually left. Another round of crying was about to ensue, but you became startled by two muscular arms wrapping around you.


“Newt stop. Please stop,” you pleaded, but he was having none of it.


“No Y/n,” his voice was sterner now, “I will not.”


“Newt.”


“No Y/n. Why didn’t you tell me any of this? Do you know how much it hurt finding out about this? Queenie told me once you left and s-she said that you were f-f-feeling terrible about yourself and I just don’t understand why you would think that.”


“Because F/n is right Newt.”


“What do you mean dear?” his voice lowered. It was calmer, but still weighted with worry.


“When I-I was out earlier, F/n said that I needed to fix m-myself so I could get a man.”


“Now Newt was beyond hurt, “But you have me.”


“But you could do so much better than, than this,” you cried as you gestured to your body.


“No I couldn’t.”


“Yes you could, I’m just so horrible to look at and I am annoying and gross and ugly and maybe I should look into buying a corset like F/n said so you’ll like me.”


“You will do absolutely no such thing,” Newt spoke roughly while still capturing you in his warm cuddles. He needed you to feel as loved and safe as possible.


“But I need to,”


“No Y/n. Whatever F/n said to you today was uncalled for. You don’t need someone as retched in your life. Now I want you to listen to me. You, and I mean only you, are the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing, kind, caring, smart and all around gorgeous person I have ever laid my eyes on. I’m still completely unsure of why someone as angelic as you decided to stay with me and accompany me for all this time. Your eyes, your hair, your smile, your personality, your body, everything, and I truly do mean everything Y/n, is exceptionally sacred to me. Not only do you look like a goddess Y/n, but you have a lovely personality to go with it. Your heart is so pure and gold, I’m surprised the Niffler hasn’t tried to steal it yet,”


At this you let out a tiny laugh. A small laugh, but still a laugh, and Newt pulled you closer as he continued on.


“Y/n, my eyes don’t see you like the other people do. I see you as real and spectacular and just, well you know, beautiful in and out darling. I would never dream of having anyone else in my life. I would never want to wake up with another person in my bed, another person making tea in the kitchen, another person caring for my beasts. I would never replace you. I never ever want you to look at yourself this way again. It’s not healthy, and it’s not true. You are beautiful on the inside and outside and I never ever want you to pull yourself down again. Don’t listen to what people say, they’re full of rubbish anyways. The mirror lies darling, the mirror doesn’t show you everything that makes you, well, you.”


Tears formed once more and you brushed them away before Newt could see. He did see and he used his coat sleeve to dry them.


“I-I’m sorry Newt,” you murmured.


“Love you don’t need to apologize, just promise me won’t do this again, or if you feel this way you will talk to me about it so I can make you feel better.”


“I will Newt, I promise,” you sniffled. Newt stood up with you and his arms never left you. Carefully he dotted your face with kisses as if he was trying not to break your delicate state. You nuzzled into his neck and let out a small noise as he picked you up. You comfortably wrapped yourself around him.


You were stupid for thinking Newt didn’t love you. This man had said more sweet sentences in minutes than you had heard your whole life. Newt still protectively held you, you were one of his babies too after all, and he had to make you feel loved. You were still a little insecure, a tiny itty-bitty smidge insecure, but Newt made your negative thoughts disappear. Your worry melted away as you heard his beating heart next to you. He leaned down to kiss you sweetly again, reassuring you that you were all he wanted. He loved you, and you loved him.


“I love you Newt, I’ll try for you.”


He let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. “I will always be here for you, I love you too darling.”


You felt him moving to the main room as you snuggled into him more, taking in his earthy scent. He sat back down with you on the couch after he pecked you on the lips. His affections continued as he once again opened his arms, inviting you to snuggle. He was all you needed. He was the only validation you needed, well besides yourself of course. Newt readjusted himself once more.


“When you feel a little hungrier there are some cinnamon rolls in the kitchen. Jacob knows how happy they make you,” he added.


You nodded and began to get up. You did love cinnamon rolls. Newt saw this and followed you, not once letting your hand slip from his.


“Thank you Newt.”


“You’re welcome sweetheart, I’m just happy you feel better.”


“I love you.”


“I love you too. But can you do something for me?”


“What is it?”


“Call yourself beautiful for me, I want to hear you say it.”


You hesitated, “Newt.”


“You can do it Y/n.”


“I-,”


He waited patiently, hope swirling in his pupils.


“I, I-I am be-beautiful,” you spoke rather softly as voice trailed off, barely audible, but Newt was still over the moon with pride. He engulfed you in a loving hug.


“Yes darling, you are.”

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Your Savior - 32

This chapter is pretty long, I’ve been excited to write it for awhile now, so I got kind of carried away. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!


Warnings:

Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)


Originally posted by rikkisixx

Chapter 32

You snuggled into Negan’s warm chest, enjoying his musky scent. You were willing to sit with him as long as he was willing to hold you. You had missed this. He was still the only man that could hold you for any period of time without making your skin crawl, and you needed the comfort. 

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Hidden Depths

Pairing: Merman!Dean x Mermaid!Reader

Summary: More questions arise about who the reader really is. 

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 988

A/N: Ok this part is boring as heck. I promise it will get more interesting, I’m using this piece to help set up important parts of the story. Anyways I hope you guys like it and feedback is always welcome. 

Catch Up Here: Part 1, Part 2

Originally posted by mermaids-and-anchors

Silence filled the space between Dean and you. As you sped along the ocean bottom your mind whirled trying to process what had just happened. Today had been one heck of a day, you had discovered you were a mermaid, then been attack by some unknown menace, and then you had been rescued by a man that you had some strange connection with. It was all so wild, and doubts still lurked in the back of your mind. 

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