but how beautiful was she huh

The Dragon & The Wolf

Dragonpit scene - I love how Jon always wants to be on the front row when Daenerys arrives. 

When he said to everyone he already bend the knee. Danys face— she knew what that line meant. And was conflicted about how to react to this. They already know they are falling hard. At least she does and things like these doesnt make it easier. 

Ok I feel myself coming into a rant here. Its just so beautiful to me how Jon is so different for her than any other man she has ever met. I am rewatching GOT and she has never been around any man like she has been with Jon. 

He intrigues her so much and I don’t think she ever had or felt that for anyone. Her feelings for other men were always clear for her. 

She loved Drogo but it was set up and she fell for him during their relationship. But I feel like that relationship formed who she is now and she didnt really knew who she was back there. She loved -spending time with- Daario but she was always in control with him.

Jon is a completely different story for her. And Emilia plays that so well. He brings out this really special vurnable side of Daenerys we have rarely seen.

And she fell for it, and fell for it hard. 

She was so desperate to save Drogo and her decisions didn’t make any sense and I like how she was the same when she heard of Jon & co being in trouble. She didnt listen but just thought with her heart.

– k I am gonna stop here. I am not even close to Boatsex talk and I am already rambling —

“No one is less happy about this than I am” “I know” Love. Loved. LOVE this. How she just understands him. 

They are both people who ask for respect and honesty. She always asks people to follow her and wants their word and he is a man of his word so its only natural she understands it. Its like the scene he told her he was gonna go to the wall as well. She hates that he is this way but she also respects it. (and finds it extremely attractive).

Also, subtle handtouching. Like you touched last week and now you just wanna get more huh? 

THAT SCENE IN THE CORNER OF DRAGONPIT. They were like 2 schoolkids being all secretly. 

And again, I love how Jon kinda drops a cheesy line there and at any other man she’d roll her eyes but with him it just makes her heart drop.

And him trying to make a joke there. Like here they are, her dragon just died, his plan is going to hell and they share this beautiful bittersweet moment. 

Her whole speech about having to trust him sooner was so heartbreaking cause maybe then her dragon would still be alive. (I am gonna cry when she’ll see Viserion for the first time) 

Dragonstone scene - can they buy a mansion there?

THIS. THIS. Haha Jon, I am so onto you. First the cave paintings and now -Notherners like people who arrive together-trick. Yeah you just want her on that boat huh?

I felt so bad for Jorah tho’. She completely ignored his plan. And she knew she did that. At the end of the scene she leanded to the table a little like trying to hold her posture but full aware that many people, including Jorah, knows about her affection to the King of hte North. 

I find Jon much harder to read. But I think it is beautiful to see how he didnt trust her at first and really does see her for who she is. Like he told her. And how he is so amazed by her. He is so starstruck. I never really liked Jon with Yigritt she was definitely his first love but Dany is something he really pines for. Yigritt was also wrong and impossible but it happened anyway. Here he knows there is much more at stake. But he can’t deny his feelings any longer. And thats why he showed up at her door.

Now about Boatsex, I would have loved for it to go differently - well actually not different just - longer. More build up. But I understand why it went the way it went. Jon knew what he wanted and I love how they let the moment last for a bit with him standing at her door, looking in her eyes, waiting for her approval and she knew what he meant by looking in his eyes and let him in. She bend the knee. 

I was dying for a kiss here. And a little sad it didnt happen - there will be a lot of fanfic request about the missing part between the door and the bed – hint hint. 

But its like we are still gonna get our first kiss in season 8-kinda.

It was so beautifully brought yet stil hot. Jon’s ass was a nice distraction ASS-well. 

And him taking over control was so hot, not only for me but I think Daenerys agrees. Their bodies looked so beautiful together. Fire and Ice. They were so full of need and it was all lust and passionate and then my favorite part came and Jon broke the moment and we had time to realize that this isn’t just two character hooking up. No, they are in love. 

And he was so amazed by her and her beauty and how pure she looked. You can really feel he looks at Daenerys here, not with all the titles but just her and she realized this and she looks so vurnable and just so beautiful to him.

You can really see her kinda scared about what this is she’s feeling and it all just because so overwhelming for them. UGH THIS SCENE.

HOW HE STROKES HER HAIR. SO BEAUTIFUL. 

And how she hold his face. 

And then he just looks at her, when he looks at her, its like the first time I see clearly through his feelings and he just lets his guard down. He loves her. There’s no way to run from his feelings. No more excuses of -the great war is coming-. He never really let his feelings for her take over. Never fully thought with his heart and here he does and he just let it take over.

I just—-

Ps: Tyrion watching was odd but it just represented the scene Bran was talking about how their love ruined all kingdoms and how Tyrion cant feel but sad and confused about what he should do about this and if it is the right thing.

I am not sure how I will make it until 2019 to wait for more and I am so curious to see where all this will go. I am really curious how they will act after this episode and they will probably learn about Jon’s family name soon enough with only 2 episodes in and I do feel this will cause a problem for them. Jon will be all - wtf and Daenerys will be distrustfull about her claim to the throne. But I can suspect moments of Jon being all noble and telling her, by episode 5 probably, that he doesnt want the title but he does want her. Oh and she is definetely pregnant. BRING ON THE ANGST. 

Cant wait for Arya’s reaction to Dany btw. 

– Now I am off to fanfiction land – 

Thank you for an amazing 7th shipping season.

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Gif credit 

Among The Beasts: Cursed

Reader x Kol Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

warnings: smut, violence, swearing. that’s pretty much it. also, it may contain some physical descriptions that might not fit yours. :)

Imagine: Five years has passed; now it’s time to face yours biggest fears and try to save the people you love.

Word Count: 3217


Y/N, in the past five years, had learnt a few tricks on sneaking out of her house to meet up with Kol Mikaelson, her best friend and, as it was bound to happen, caring boyfriend too. It had to be a hidden relationship, though, for his parents could never know she still remained so close to him.

A couple of months ago, his mother, Esther, decided to forbid their friendship. According to the brown haired boy, she said it was way too dangerous to be close to such a wicked family as the Hales; he could get hurt and the great matriarch could not bear losing another child. Although Henrik’s death was not your fault, it was horrible to be accused like that.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N decided to shake those thoughts out of her head. They brought up a dark side of her: it got her wishing to make the blonde woman pay for all of that; through torture or maybe even put an end to her life. Again, this was the vicious wolf speaking; craving revenge. Urgh.

“Kol?” Y/N/N queried, in a whisper. “Are you in here?”

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Protective

Pairing: Pietro x f!Reader

Request:

can you do a chat where tony starts flirting with the reader and pietro gets jealous so he puts tony on top of the tower?


Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has added Tony.

Clint: Wanna help me prank Pietro?

Tony: You need to leave that boy alone. He has been through a lot.

Clint: Steve, did you take Tony’s phone again?

Tony: no

Tony: It’s the real Tony now and I would love to be part of your prank.

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: We are mature, responsible adults that the kids look up to. Is pranking them the right thing?

Tony: Yeeeeeesh Steve.

Clint: Ugh save the lecture for our next stupid scheme.

Bruce has joined the chat.

Bruce: Hey. What’s going on?

Steve: They are being irresponsible role models.

Bruce: I didn’t ask you, Steve.

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Apology Not Accepted (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Request: “161, 162, and 183 from the nsfw prompts with Dick pls” from @mjwavson and “dick for 183 from 200 please and thank you. Love you!!!!!” from anon.

Prompts: 161) “Bite me.” 162:) “ Make me. ” 183) “Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies.”

WARNINGS: CAR SEX

A/N: Combining two requests for this one since both of you chose 183 for Dick if that’s okay. 😅

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @avengerdragoness @kazuha159 @romannovas @mjwavson @insideoflit @jxsontxdds @annoyingtacoart

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“I don’t understand why he has to drive me tonight, I can drive myself.”

Jason sighed through the phone, “(Y/N), you’re a terrible driver. Which explains why your license got suspended.” You rolled your eyes as you applied your lipstick. Tonight is Damian’s birthday party and he doesn’t know about the surprise. “Why couldn’t you drive me instead?” You asked.

“Because after you broke up all you two do now is go at each other’s throats, you should talk to him for real this time. You felt your cell phone vibrate and looked at the screen. You growled, Dick texted you saying he’s outside. You placed the phone back on your ear, “I gotta go,” You groaned, “He’s here.”

You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Deep down, you knew Jason was right. But there’s no point in talking to him, he has a new girl now. The same girl you caught him kissing on your bed.

And that same girl was your best friend.

~

Dick ran his fingers through his hair and looked at himself in the rearview mirror, fixing his tie and checking if there’s anything stuck in his teeth. Dick couldn’t believe Jason made him pick you up, he knew how much you despise him for what he didn’t do.

If only you’d just talked to him, then he could finally explain what happened. After checking himself out, he looked out the passenger window. His eyebrows shot up when he saw you walk down the steps of your apartment building. You looked like a goddess as the wind blew your long blue dress in the perfect angle, showing your beautiful legs.

Dick chuckled, “She just had to wear blue, huh?” He muttered.

He grinned when you opened the car. You quickly slid inside without a word, folding your arms as you looked straight ahead. Dick’s face fell into a frown, he felt a pang in his chest when you didn’t see him smile. He gulped, “Um…hi.”

“Just start the car.” You deadpanned, eyes looking straight out the window.

Dick sighed, “Okay then.” You two sat in uncomfortable silence as he drove by the woods. You wanted so badly to arrive at the manor and get the heck out of his car. You looked through the corner of your eye’s and bit your lip, he looks so good in a tux.

You looked back out the window when he finally spoke, “You’re wearing blue I see.”

“Not for you, that’s for sure.” You said icily, finally turning your head to look at him. That was a complete lie. You did wear blue for him, just to see if it got his attention. Ever since you broke it off with him you had a weird obsession with the color blue.

Dick glanced at you, giving you an are you serious look, “I didn’t say that I just wanted to say you look….beautiful tonight.”

“Ha! Beautiful my ass! You didn’t think so when you kissed my best friend!” You snapped.

You gasped when he swiveled the car into the woods, “What the hell, Dick!” You cried out, back hitting your car seat. You hand automatically gripped his shoulder. Dick drove full speed into the woods just barely crashing into the trees

You quickly snatched you hand off his shoulder when he stopped the car. He put it in park and turned his entire body to face you. “Do you really believe I would do that to you?” He growled, “Why can’t you be smart for once and understand that it’s not what you think!?”

You laughed sarcastically, ignoring your already fast beating heart, “So you think I’m stupid now!?” You took off your seatbelt so you can lean over to him and jab his chest with your finger, “I’m not the one who cheated!” You hissed.

He grabbed your wrist, “I didn’t say you were stupid!” He snarled, “And I didn’t cheat!”

“Oh, bite me!

Make me!” He challenged.

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Dress Shopping - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 2014

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Some angst

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and Constructive Criticism Always Welcome

Daddy’s Little Lovebug Masterlist


“Mommy?” JoJo asked from the backseat of the Impala. “I get to pick my own dress, right?” Eileen sat beside you in the passenger seat, leafing through a wedding catalogue, looking at potential bridesmaids dresses.

“Of course you do.” You chuckled. “You know I wouldn’t force you to wear something you didn’t like. It’s your day too.”  

“Is Daddy going to the same store with Unca Sam, Unca Cas, and Garth? Or is it different for the boys?”

“It’s different for the boys.” You explained. “But we’re gonna meet Grandma Mary, Aunt Jody, and Aunt Donna at the dress shop. Claire and Alex too.”

“Yay!” JoJo squealed and kicked her legs in her seat with enthusiasm, glancing out the window at the scenery flying by.

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anonymous asked:

IM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW IF YOURE TAKING PROMPTS BUT I CANT WRITE FOR SHIT AND ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS LB KISSING CHAT AND THE SECOND MARI GETS HOME HER NOW MAYBE MORE THAN A BRO CHAT FUCKING SWAN DIVES THROUGH THE TRAP DOOR JUST SCREAMING "BRO BRO BRO BRO BRO" AND THEN YELLING/EXPLAINING TO A FURIOUSLY BLUSHING MARI THE EXACT DETAILS OF THE KISS

yes, hello, thank you for this prompt and sorry about my disbelief last night lmao

Being Ladybug meant she had to think things through. Be smart. Rational. Never make an impulsive decision. 

But she was also Marinette, and she did lots of impulsive things from stealing phones to jumping into a dinosaur’s mouth to kissing her partner one Tuesday night. 

She hadn’t meant do it, but how could she not get lost in the moment with the stars twinkling above them, his eyes shining just as brightly as he gazed at her and his laugh echoing through the air as a result of some lame joke she had told?

Before she realized it, she was leaning in, her gloved thumb running over the skin beneath his mask as her lips captured his. 

It was wonderful. It was sweet. It was perfect.

It was also a huge mistake, which is why she shoved him away about three seconds later and sputtered out, “I gotta go home right now immediately” before running away as fast as possibly as she could.

She had plans to spend the night under her covers, screaming and shoving cookies in her mouth while ignoring Tikki’s words of comfort, but she had barely dove into her bedroom, transformation undone, when Chat Noir burst through the sky roof.

“Marinette, holy shit!”

She screamed, totally off guard.

“Yup! Marinette, that’s me!” She said once she confirmed that, yes, she was Marinette and not Ladybug right now. Because that would have opened up a whole other can of worms she wasn’t ready to face.

Luckily, her partner seemed oblivious to her odd behavior as he collapsed on the chaise. 

“Marinette, Marinette….” He struggled to catch his breath, and she wondered how fast he must have run to come here. “You’ll never guess what just happened. Ladybug kissed me. Me! She kissed me. Oh, shit. She kissed me!”

Chat pulled his knees to his chest, cheeks flushed pink, as he giggled. It was utterly adorable, and she just wanted to-

No, no! Bad Marinette! Kissing him was exactly what got her into this mess in the first place. 

“Congratulations,” she managed to say, which was a miracle because what she really wanted to say was “Maybe you should kiss me again” which would not have ended well. Maybe. 

Chat grinned at her. “I don’t know what happened tonight…it was just perfect, you know? We were just sitting there, laughing about I don’t even know what, and god, she looked so beautiful - even more than usual - and she just…”

“Kissed you?” Marinette finished, unable to stop herself from smiling. To know she had this effect on her kitty almost made her forget about-

“Yeah,” he murmured, tucking his chin in between his knees as he glanced out the window, as if hoping his partner was right outside.

Well, she was closer than he thought.

“You…really love her, huh?” Marinette asked softly, recalling all those late night talks over hot chocolate and croissants. How his features softened, how his eyes lit up, how nothing could shake him when he talked about her. How he swore that the girl behind the mask was every bit as wonderful as the girl wearing it.

“More than anyone I’ve ever known,” replied Chat. “The only one that could come close is-”

His eyes drifted to her, and her breath hitched.

“Well then…” She murmured, cautiously approaching him until she was right in front of him. “You should tell her.”

“You think so?” Chat sunk down a bit. “What if…what if she says it was a mistake? What if I’m-”

“It wasn’t a mistake, Chat Noir,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t regret kissing you tonight, kitty.”

Chat Noir smiled briefly, before her words sunk in and he turned to look at her so fast she was afraid he suffered whiplash. 

“Wha-?”

Marinette simply smiled, moving her hair back and revealing the earrings she wore. 

“For the record,” she whispered, “I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

What are you favorite Voltron ships?

Hmmmm, well this is a hard question. I love a lot of ships in Voltron, so… Well, I’ll divide this answer into two sections. The ships I would like to see in canon and the ships I am just generally fond of, lol. 

Ships I’d be happy to see in canon (but I wouldn’t honestly be broken up if they didn’t happen. I don’t watch this show for the ships). These are mostly based on my own headcanons and are probably ships that most people don’t even think of, except for the first one. 

Klance: I think everyone who follows me knows I love Klance, lol. Especially in the advent of season 3. They work so well together and they’re growing so much in tandem. I think they could have really natural romantic development that starts from a place of deep friendship and trust. From rivals to partners to friends to best friends to lovers. I love it. I can’t get enough of them to be honest. They learn so much from each other and work so well as a team.  

Originally posted by mistbornhero


Pigtor (or Lotidge, I just learned): Yes. You read that right. I don’t even think this ship has a name? I may have just coined it, hahaha (I’m probably the only person that ships it)! But if it has a name, feel free to tell me. In any case, it’s Pidge and Lotor. “But Skay… what the fuck?” Just HEAR ME OUT, OKAY?! I already think that at some point Lotor is going to switch sides. It’ll be difficult, but I do hope he’ll come over to team Voltron, maybe as a result of something traumatic or learning the truth about his parents addiction, etc, etc. And no, I don’t ship them at the ages they are now–Pidge is 15, c’mon. And Lotor is clearly older. BUT in the future, I have a headcanon that as Lotor tries to rebuild the war-ravaged Galra kingdom, which has fallen apart as a result of no longer being an empire, Pidge is around being the green lion and generally doing genius things. She’s inventing things, working on nature/quintessence research, being awesome. Anyway, she and Lotor see each other once in a while and somehow maybe end up working together. Lotor has always had a deep respect for her intelligence and passion for what she’s doing, and as he watches her, he begins to fall for her. Pidge reminds me a lot of Honerva and I kind of like the idea of their story mirroring hers and Zarkon’s. But unlike Zarkon, Lotor has more self-awareness and sees when Pidge might be getting a little out of control. He loves her passion, but with any resource in the universe at her disposal, she begins to get lost in her work. Lotor could encourage her, but when he sees that she’s dabbling in the dangerous parts of quintessence work, he pulls her back. His own parents were destroyed by such things and he won’t allow that path to be repeated. Pidge and Lotor have formed a pretty close friendship at this point and she sees his point, realizing her own errors. It’s probably a very dramatic part in their story, but yeah. From there things maybe develop more romantically. And then Pidge becomes Queen of the Galra and she and Lotor kind of become everything Zarkon and Honerva could have been, leading their people and doing great things with their research, but knowing from Zarkon and Honerva when something is going too far. This is a huge development for Pidge because, as she is in the show now, I’m sure she’s of the opinion that learning anything and everything is what’s right, similar to how Honerva felt. But I think that, through Lotor, she’d realize that while knowledge is powerful and should be exposed for all, there are also some things that are, perhaps, best left unknown. I also headcanon that Lotor is the only one that calls her Katherine (because I want that to be her full first name) because he thinks it’s a beautiful name. When they were younger, it annoyed the crap out of Pidge, but as they got older, she didn’t mind. Honestly, I love this ship so much. YOU CAN’T STOP ME! PIGTOR FOREVER!  

Originally posted by keithandpidge

Originally posted by kaeveeoh


Hallura: I read a fic where Hunk and Allura were together and I was like, “huh, that’s interesting…” And from there the ship just got better and better for me. And now that they’re both legs, I’m like “okay, so let’s have some Hunk and Allura development where Hunk is like ‘and this is how you do this move.’” And I just kinda want them to become friends because I think Hunk will become more calm and levelheaded as he gets older, and that he’ll be a good, steady presence for Allura as she continues her diplomatic stuff. Like, she’ll get back from a meeting and Hunk will just be there, ready to comfort her and de-stress her and I just really love them, OKAY?! Like, Allura being upset about her people and her planet and Hunk is just there beside her, saying nothing but being there and just… letting her grieve. I also think his sense of humor would be really good for her. I need Hunk and Allura development so bad…

Originally posted by alteanrose


Shiro/Romelle: Romelle doesn’t actually exist in the show yet, but I’m hoping that when the rebels get introduced, she’ll, like, be their leader or something. She’s from planet Pollux in the original Voltron, and I think was Allura’s cousin? Anyway, maybe the Polluxians are related to the Alteans, or maybe she is altean and is descended down from the lines of what few Alteans weren’t on Altea when it was destroyed. I don’t know. I just want her to be a badass rebel that saves Shiro and they fall in love. Maybe she’s a lot like Allura, but has a more battle-worn maturity about her, and maybe she and Shiro bond over that. 

Originally posted by yatsugarekun


Sibling/Platonic!Sheith: I love sibling relationships, probably because I have a lot of siblings, lol. I love the idea of Keith and Shiro being half-brothers (which would make Shiro and Acxa half-siblings too, if she and Keith are twins, which I hope they are). I just… love the idea of them being brothers so much. And Keith finding his family, and having parts of that family on top of his Voltron family. I NEED IT! 

Originally posted by babe-in-red


Those are the ship I like best when related to what canon we have at the moment. But I also like all these ships to. 

Shallura: They’re both so mature and have their own demons, I think they’d be really beautiful together and balance each other out. They’d be the support the other needs in hard times and I think it’s just a really… bitter-sweetly beautiful ship. They’d become each other’s strength. 

Originally posted by mrsruberduckyjr


Hunk/Acxa: I basically like Hunk and Acxa together for the same reasons I like Hunk and Allura together, lol. I also think that Acxa probably has a lot of the same displacement issues that Keith does (if they are brother and sister, which I like to think they are), and that Hunk would be a really steady presence for her to come back to.

Originally posted by jamiereyes

Originally posted by wickedchrissy


Shance: I love a good “you’re my idol and I might be falling in love with you, but you’re so amazing I’m too scared to say anything” trope, lol. 

Originally posted by enhance-lance


Allura/Acxa: I dunno I just really like them. 

Originally posted by lcnce

Originally posted by ezoracxa


Allurance: I like the idea of Lance having liked Allura, but then he kind of grows out it. But then Allura develops feelings for him, but doesn’t feel it’s appropriate to act on them. So it’s this long, drawn out back and forth that gets resolved when they’re older and fall in love again, this time at the same time.  

Originally posted by jamiereyes


Um… I think that’s all the ship that kind inspire me creatively? With the exception of a few, I like most Voltron ships, but I think these are the ones I like the best from a creative, personal standpoint, lol. 

Originally posted by pan-voltron

EDIT: I forgot the most important one!

Originally posted by sirthot

Sven and Slav XD

{Reaction} BTS Holding their Baby Girl for the First Time

I’d like to request BTS holding their baby girl for the very first time 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs

Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jeonwilds

Jungkook: “Looks like I’m not the maknae anymore, huh” 


Min Yoongi/ Suga

Originally posted by nnochu

Yoongi: *no words, just complete awe as he holds her*


Kim Taehyung/ V

Originally posted by jjks

Taehyung: “Ah~ that’s daddies baby girl.”


Kim Namjoon/ Rap Monster

Originally posted by rapnamu

Namjoon: *all smiles and doing everything he can not to cry* “Isn’t she beautiful?”


Jung Hoseok/ J-Hope

Originally posted by junghosyub

Hoseok: “A new definition of small and precious was born with our baby.”


Park Jimin

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Jimin: “How can a baby be this sweet? {y/n} she’s so beautiful.” 


Kim Seokjin/ Jin

Originally posted by dewybangtan

Jin: “Ah~ our baby is so pretty. Look {y/n}, she has your cute button nose.”

Phone Call Away

Request: Hello!!! So I was wondering if you could do a little sister winchester fic where the sister is having a bad day in terms of depression and Sam is at college so she calls dean who’s on a hunt because she’s afraid of what she might do to herself…if that’s too dark I understand if you don’t want to! Anyways I love your writing! Sorry for the long message!

A/N: Hello there love! Thank you for this daring request! I know this isn’t exactly like what you and requested, but I thought it was interesting to play around with the phone call concept, and the whole Sam off at college! If you dislike it, let me know and I will totally write you something new, or edit this one to make it the way you want it! I love you, and to all my boos ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING! My inbox and PMs are always open, and I am relatively active so please feel free to talk to me about anything you need too, or if you just want to vent!

Reminder that requests and the tag lists are open!

WARNING THIS CONTENT COULD BE TRIGGERING SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ DEPRESSION!

Also by no means am I implying all depression leads to suicide or self harm I am truly going with what I found the nature of the request to be! Everyone struggles differently, and I am so so so proud of you all for making it this far! Keep it up! You can do it!

Tags: @percussiongirl2017 @metaphysicalmisha @winchesters-favorite-girl @sisterwinchesterwriter @staticweekes @lil-sister-winchester @hi-my-name-is-riley @the-third-winchester-warrior @fandom-queen-of-wonderland @awkwarderthanaverage @missygun

“Y/N!” a brother screamed. Tears rushing down his cheeks, wanting nothing more but to somehow heal you.

“D-D-Dean,” you sputtered out, just as the impala’s engine had sputtered out that horrific noise early that morning.

“Baby girl hold on, hold on,” he cried, gripping you in his lap, trying to reach for the phone all at once. His fingers moved over the screen of the phone, hoping to somehow type in the unfamiliar number of his lost brother without looking. His cheeks were red, tears scarring them with a new-found color that shaded the skin even more.

Fumbling and holding onto his baby sister’s, your, form he finally got the number correctly indented into the screen, and pressed the fold up to his ear.

A groan answered before a small and breathy “Hello”.

“Sammy, Sam, she’s, it’s my,” Dean spat as he spoke, trying not to choke on the air entering and exiting his throat at the same time.

“Dean? Slow down, what’s going on?” he still had the boyishly charming voice, even when in the confusion of a cold night.

“Sam, it’s our little sister,” he cried out, “Its Y/N”.

With a panic lacing over the conversation, and agreement to meet at the nearest hospital to Dean was made. A soft sense of comfort was felt, knowing the two would be at the same place once again.

Dean gripped your unsteady form, and drove you to the nearest hospital. Workers and unfamiliar hands gripped your bloodied wrists, and a latex filled the nostrils of your unconscious form. Your brother followed the stretcher that held your small body. He pushed past many of the same arms that tried holding him back, stating they needed room to work.

You were his responsibility, it was always known he was to look out for you. He had failed with Sam, and he was now off at some college, learning how to live some white-picketed fenced job and partying with alcohol instead of using it to clean wounds. He had now failed with you, letting a darkness fill your mind and create a hostile environment through your veins. He let your depression win.

You had called him earlier that morning. He had left your fast food bagged breakfast on the hotel table. He had written the note as always, stating his location and that he would be back in two days. He planned on finishing a hunt, per his father’s orders, and then heading back to you.

The call had been crackled, and disoriented as you asked him to come back. Without an actual reason for return Dean continued on, not understanding that the demons that took shelter in your mind, the one tormenting his baby, his little sister, had conjured up another torture of sadness, and a feeling of an emptied vessel. With pure intention, he ignored your plead for his return, and he moved on down the road, promising to be home later that night instead of on a few days.

As he was gone, your mind played with you, and led you to the bathroom. You had not known things were as far along as they were. You wanted it to end, you were tired. Oh, so tired.

You found the razor blades, making thin lines appear red as you prayed, wishing Dean would have listened to you. Everything you had feared you would do seeped through your tears and onto the counter.

But the thoughts kept playing with your soul, and the thoughts of an absent father and two brothers made you feel w o r t h l e s s.

That’s when one line smeared into five, and then continued on. Soon you were on the floor, leaving all behind, when your eldest brother paced into the bathroom. He gripped your wrists, and pulled you into his lap.

This led to the current position of his stress, and a car holding a slightly younger, but just as mature, man flying down highways.

Arriving at three in the morning, Sam rushed into the emergency room, watching the hustle and bustle flow throughout the hallways. He spotted his brother pacing outside a room, and just beyond his scruff form a smaller, but not as small as he remembered, girl laying in the bed. Her eyes shut, looking an eerie peaceful, almost as if this was not the peace she needed.

His eyes fill with tears identical to those that his brother had before. He moves in closer to his brother, Dean, who he hasn’t see in three years. He stands awkwardly, hoping the tears will dry so the new memory his brother will embed into his mind won’t be a distorted image of him crying. He’s grown now, and needs to pull through emotions in order to help with this, is baby sister laying on a hospital bed.

“Sammy,” a gruff, and broken voice calls out.

“It’s Sam,” he sighs, realizing this isn’t the time to correct a childhood habit.

“Right.”

“So, she, uh, was having a rough day?” Sam asked, trying to comprehend the sights and smells of the surrounding.

Dean looked at his younger brother. “No, she was having a horrible day and we weren’t there!” he whisper yelled, tears forming again.

“I mean, I couldn’t really be there,” Sam replied.

Dean looked at him, wide eyed, “Oh, you couldn’t huh?” his voice grew louder, “You couldn’t call in and check on the only beautiful thing in this world? You couldn’t call in and ask her how she was doing, or better yet ask her to come visit? You couldn’t be damn brother to the only important thing this chaos has given us?” Dean started, catching his sobs.

Sam looked to the corner of his vision, fighting the tears, “Damn it Sammy, or Sam, whoever the hell you are. You couldn’t be a damn brother to your own baby sister and when I call asking for you to help me watch her possibly die you come in saying you couldn’t get to her when you…we both…could have been there,” Dean placed his hands on his head, swaying to the other side.

“I’m saying-,” but Sam was cut off by a doctor.

“Excuse me? Are you the guardian of Y/N Winchester?” the man asked. His clean-cut garments suggested he had not touched their sister’s wrists.

Both nodded, and Dean stepped forward, leaving Sam slightly behind.

“Your sister is in a state of unconsciousness. She did not do severe damage to any veins or arteries. Both the loss of blood and amount of stress the body was trying to compensate for made her collapse. She will be under surveillance until she wakes up, you both are welcome to stay with her,” he smiled, and lightly touched the arm of Sam, “However, she may, and most likely will need to undergo treatment for-,” but Dean interrupted him.

“Thanks doc, we’ll talk about that later”. The doctor nodded, and headed off down the hall. “This discussion is not over,” Dean pointed towards Sam, and then entered the room his little sister laid in.

Sam placed his head against the glassed window, and looked up to the ceiling. He was lost in thought until he felt a slight vibration in the pocket of his jeans. Hoping for an excuse to recede out of his own mind, he flipped open the small device.

“Hey babe,” he sighed, “She’s unconscious, but we may have bigger issues”.

2

Imagine Dean talking to your baby girl when he thinks you fell asleep.

Read the rest of the series here. This imagine can be read as a stand alone or as a part of the Life Unexpected series: http://bringmesomepie56.tumblr.com/post/142151712590/this-is-a-happy-accident-imagine-series-all-these


You felt Dean’s weight leave the bed. He had gotten up and quietly walked over to the baby’s bassinet. Raising a baby in a bunker wasn’t ideal, but its not like you and Dean had planned for it. One night of passion and throwing caution to the wind, and here the two of you were nine months later. 

What had gone from the two of you sharing Dean’s small room in the bunker had turned into a party of three. Emmary, a combination of your moms’ names Emily and Mary, had been the best thing to happen to you, next to Dean. 

You heard Dean gently pick her up, she was fussing a little bit, and sit down in the corner rocking chair with her. You started to roll over and ask if she needed fed until you heard Dean’s low, soft voice talking to her.

“Hey my sweet Emmary Jane,” he whispered to her in the dark. “Is my baby girl gonna be a night owl like her daddy?” With that question you heard Emmary coo almost in response to Dean’s question. Listening to him to talk to her made your heart sing and you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt. You lay there listening as Dean continued to talk to her. 

Emmary fussed a little more and Dean started bargaining with her. “Okay, baby girl. Let’s make a deal,” he offered as he rocked her gently. “How about you be okay with Daddy for a little bit tonight, huh? Let your beautiful momma sleep for a little while longer,” he suggested. “Your mom over there,” you felt his eyes look up at you and gaze at you “asleep” on the bed. “She is the most amazing woman I have ever met. Emmary you don’t know how lucky you are that she is your mom.” 

You felt a tear slide down your cheek as Emmary’s cry rose slightly.

“I’ll tell you, you get your sweet stubbornness from her,” he said with a chuckle as he tried to calm her down. “You’re lucky you don’t have your daddy’s looks either. Your momma’s a knockout,” he whispered to her. “When you grow up, you’ll look just like her, so no dating until…” he thought for a moment, “well until ever,” he said decisively. 

You chuckled silently to yourself, trying not to give away the fact that you were listening. 

He continued, “I definitely never expected someone as honest and intelligent and drop dead gorgeous to ever go for an ass like me. And don’t tell her I said ass. That better not be your first word, young lady, I’ll be dead meat.” He laughed.

“You know, you are absolutely beautiful when you sleep,” he said even more quietly. “Just like your momma,” he said. 

You could hear the soft, slow breathing of the baby. You heard Dean get up out of the chair and lay Emmary back in the bassinet. He slowly made his way back to the bed and you felt his weight sink in the mattress as he got back under the quilt and snuggled up close to you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck, kissing it sweetly. You sighed and turned to look at him, your lips meeting slowly, exploring the familiarity of the each other. He slowly pulled away and looked into your eyes as you smiled up at him. “You heard every word, didn’t you noesy rosey?” he asked with a fake irritated look on his face. The way his smile reached his ears gave him away though. 

“Maybe,” you said before kissing him sweetly. “But trust me when I say, Emmary Jane has plenty of her daddy in her too. When she doesn’t get her food the moment she wants it, that girl has got a mean streak in her. And she is only a few weeks old,” you said with a laugh as you rolled over to face Dean wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you.

“Winchester’s gotta eat, sweetheart. I can’t say I blame her there,” he said with a chuckle. 

You looked up at him and kissed his collarbone trailing up his neck and jawline until you reached his mouth. As your lips connected, Dean’s tongue slowly moved along your bottom lip, parting your lips and immediately exploring your mouth. A groan escaped your throat as the kiss deepened. 

You pulled away and said, “I love you, Dean Winchester.” He kissed the spot below your ear and immediately you felt a current flow through your body. Dean’s hands had found their way under your shirt and were exploring your stomach making their way up your body. Just as his hand had reached your breast, Emmary let out a cry.

Dean threw his head back on the pillow with a sigh, knowing that his playtime was over. 

You gave him a peck on the lips, placing your hands on his chest.“She knew you were about to mess with the goods,” you said suggestively with eyebrows raised. “No one comes between a Winchester and their food,” you added with a wink as you straddled him to get out of the bed. He grabbed your waist and flipped you over, pinning you beneath him. He kissed you deeply as Emmary’s cries became more insistent. 

“I better let you go, momma,” he said as he gazed into your eyes. “Or Daddy is gonna pay for it more ways than one,” he said with a laugh. You smiled as you gently pushed him off you. He rolled over wrapping himself in the blanket once more. “Besides, I don’t mind the view from here,”  he said as he watched you get out of bed, slapping you on the ass as you walked away. 

You playfully swatted away his hand and laughed.You were in love with Dean. The two of you had a baby. Dean was a good dad, it came so naturally to him, all those years taking care of Sammy. 

You picked up Emmary and whispered soothingly to her noticing Dean was already snoring. “We are two lucky girls, you know that Emmary? Your Daddy is the bravest, most selfless man I’ve ever known,” you said as you kissed her forehead and sat down to feed her with a sigh.

Life Unexpected Pt. 6 - Not Gonna Happen

“The One” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 3,393

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Carl’s POV of “Home” (read HERE), except in this version, the reader dies instead of Carl at the lineup.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, implied smut, death

Thanks, @justthoseimagines , for the request!

Flashbacks are in italics.


Originally posted by accio-villain-imagines

 It was Y/N’s hair that attracted Carl first. It was so long and so beautiful, he couldn’t stop staring at it when he saw her. None of the other girls he had met had hair that pretty.

Carl had met her a long time ago, but the memory of when they first saw each other stays stuck in his head. He had finally just recovered from the surgery that Hershel performed on him, and was able to get up and walk around. He was so happy he didn’t have to be cooped up in that room all day anymore. He was sitting at the kitchen table drinking some water when Y/N walked in, not paying any attention to him. Not that he knew of. Her hair glistened in the sunlight, and Carl had thought it was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He didn’t tell her that, of course.

“Dad, who’s that?” Carl had asked Rick once he left the kitchen. They were standing in the hallway, just far enough out of earshot where Y/N couldn’t hear them talking.

“It’s Hershel’s daughter, Y/N. She’s around your age.” Rick had told him. “Why do you seem so flustered?”

“Because she’s pretty!”

Rick had to stop himself from laughing at the current state that Carl was in. As far as he knew, this was probably the first time Carl had been around another kid his age, let alone a girl, since the apocalypse broke out.

“Just relax, son. Go introduce yourself. She aint gonna bite.”

Carl walked back into the kitchen, and she jumped, like she just realized he was in there. She stared at him for a good moment, and Carl assumed this was the first time she’d heard of him as well.

“I’m Carl.” He told her, trying to remember what his dad said about her not being scary. She really was quite pretty, Carl thought she was the prettiest girl he’d seen in his life.

“Y/N.”

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Distraction [Zach Dempsey]

Pairing:Zach Dempsey x fem!reader

Request:Can you make a Zach Dempsey?🙏🏻 Where the two are studying and Zach cant concentrate because of the Reader and everything like fluff?😊😊

tags: @gamesandremixes     @shamless-wolfies     @leviathan-cas-05

Originally posted by joeck

Zach had come over to Y/N’s house for an english project their teacher had assigned.They were both on her bed reading and writing.Well,almost because Zach didn’t really seem concentrated.He would constantly look up at his friend who took notes on her pad.When she realized she was being watched,she frowned.

“Everything okay,Zach?”She asked curiously.Zach,embarrassed for his inadvertent staring just nodded and pretended to go back to reading.But he did it again.He felt like someone compelled him to never take his eyes off of her.He noticed every movement of hers;the hair she removed from her face and put behind her ears,the pencil she would bite whenever she was thinking of what to write…Damn,she was pretty.

“Zach,what‘s up?” She asked,almost smirking.

He scratched the back of his neck.He had been caught.

“Um,it’s nothing…” He said between nervous laughs.But she didn’t buy it.

“Zach,honestly,you’ve been gazing at me for nearly ten minutes.What is it?”She said and smiled as soon as she saw how uncomfortable he seemed.She had figured.

“You wanna know?”He asked as he moved his body closer to hers.

“Uh huh…“

“Your beauty is distracting me.I can’t concentrate.“

“Oh…"She breathed. “And you know what else?“He asked,his face millimeters away from hers.

“What?”

“I so want to kiss you right now…”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat.Was he serious?Well,she had to find out…

“Then do it.”

And he did.His lips were soon on hers and they perfectly moved against each other.It was a soft kiss.Y/N felt like Zach was treating her like a fragile object,careful not to hurt or break it.And It was the sweetest thing ever.Y/N’s hands played with his hair while his were rested on her waist.Soon enough,he pulled away.But they both loved it.

“Maybe you should come over for projects like this more often.“ She said,trying to catch her breath.

Zach let out a laugh and caressed her cheek.

“Maybe i should.”

anonymous asked:

hello! can I request a headcanon about the 12 lords reacting to MC that is unintentionally ignoring them because she found a really good book to read? Like the lords really want her attention but she's really absorbed to the book she reads. i really like your writing style btw :)

thank you lovely anon!! come off anon and talk to me :) your request was really fun, i hope you enjoy!

MC ignoring the lords in favour of a good book

  • Nobunaga plucks the book out of her hands and replaces it with his beautiful scowling face. Lots of sulking. She soothes him by letting him put his head in her lap and petting his hair. He confiscates the book when they’re together because he’s offended that she could find it more interesting than him.
  • Mitsuhide is stuck doing work, so they hang out together in his study. She reads, he works, they stay up all night without doing anything sinful for once. She lies down, rests her head on his thigh, and props the book up on her chest. He toys with her hair absentmindedly when he’s thinking about a particularly complicated issue.
  • Yukimura is confused because like… How can a book be that interesting?? Coughs a lot, drops stuff, is just really noisy in general until she looks up and is like is something wrong? Then he blushes and stutters until she figures out what’s going on.
  • Saizo tells her that he has something better for her to read, that he had a hand in its creation, and that reading it will result in her knowing him better. She’s intrigued, until she flips it open and some… interesting illustrations are burned into her retinas. She yelps and drops the book, buries her hot face in her hands while Saizo laughs and offers her some firsthand lessons instead.
  • Masamune suddenly has all the requests for her. He’s thirsty, he’s hungry, he needs this letter to delivered to so-and-so. When she comes back from that last errand, he catches her at the door and suggests they go for a moonlight stroll. She can’t resist, of course, so off they go hand in hand.
  • Kojuro is intrigued by what could possibly have his precious girl so engrossed and wants to be able to discuss it with her, so he sneaks out and buys another copy of the same book. She catches him with his nose buried in it and laughs until she’s on the verge of tears because why didn’t you just say something we could have just read it together
  • Hideyoshi keeps getting in her way. He puts his head on her shoulder, breathes on her neck, nuzzles her neck until she’s like is there something you want to tell me? He proceeds to hit her with the worst pickup line she’s ever heard. There’s silence for a moment, then she’s laughing and smacking his shoulder, he’s smiling, he grabs the book and slides it under the table while she’s busy wheezing. And then he goes on to distract her more thoroughly.
  • Inuchiyo says exactly what is on his mind. Is that thing more interesting than me!? She blinks at him. Well, you’re definitely more predictable than the book… He’s both offended and a little sad about it and starts to leave. She laughs and pulls him back, kisses him in apology. He grumbles.
  • Ieyasu gets straight to the point. If you don’t put that book down right now, I’m throwing it into the fire. They squabble for like twenty minutes until she offers to read it aloud to him. He pretends that it’s a huge pain but actually he really likes it because then they end up under the covers together. It’s so warm and comforting, and her voice is so calming…
  • Mitsunari demands to know what she’s reading. He then criticises her choice of reading material and suggests something more suitable for expanding the mind. She kicks him out. He comes back sulking an hour later and is just so generally prickly and pouty that she gives up and gives him the attention he wants but won’t ask for because he’s a giant child sometimes.
  • Shingen scoops her up and (gently) dumps her in bed. She protests but he’s just like your book will still be there tomorrow, but I want you now. She melts because a) she’s weak b) Shingen is persistent af anyway, might as well cave in now and save some time.
  • Kenshin hovers around her and gives her giant puppy eyes, but she’s too engrossed in her book to notice. Finally, he gives up on being subtle. He shoves his head into her lap and angles her face down to look at him, smiling beatifically. He tells her that he’s feeling lonely and wants to see her beautiful smile directed at him. She obliges because how can she not.

BONUS:

  • Shigezane snatches the book and takes off running. She chases him, calling for him to stop. Obviously, he doesn’t. They play tag throughout the castle and the retainers are just like haha they’re so cute, there they go again.
Crying Shoulder

Originally posted by du-dreckstuck



Pairin
g: Justin Foley x Reader

Request: “48 - Justin Foley”

Prompt:

48. “We’re not together anymore.”

Word count: 1.133

Posted: 04th of June 2017

A/N: Here’s another imagine, guys! I hope that you are having a nice day. I am sorry for not posting that much, but I am trying to. Thank you so much.

P.S.: I still don’t accept part two requests for my prompt imagines. I am so sorry.

- G. x

List: Prompt List

Warning: some bad words

“Justin, are you listening to me?!” You shouted loudly to catch your best friend’s attention. You were repeating your Maths lesson as he failed the surprise test that you had few days before.

“Jesus! I am.” He shook his head with his furrowed eyebrows. He was having some deep thoughts in his head and you couldn’t seriously blame him for that. He unleashed a very long and heavy sigh as he started to tap the tip of his pencil on the table. His fingers moved as fast as they could and the continuous annoying sound made you feel disturbed and nervous.

“Stop, Justin!” You snatched the pencil from his hand and you threw it carelessly on your study table. “What the hell is happening to you?” You already knew that he had something in his head. Just the fact that he asked you and not Jessica, your best friend’s girlfriend, if he could stay for the night already gave you a feeling that he had some problems to deal with.

“Seth!” He spat the name of his mother’s boyfriend as if it was a deathly poison in his mouth. He was disgusted, since he hated the guy so much.

“Did he hurt you again?” You quickly felt bad for shouting at him few moments ago and you suddenly worried for what he had gone through in his unpleasant house. Only those prison walls perfectly knew what he was going through.

“He did, but that wasn’t the thing. Don’t worry.” He straightened his face and he looked at you, closing your opened notebooks and Math books on the desk. “I can handle him.”

“You surely don’t.” You click your tongue in annoyance and disappointment. You saw the black and blue bruises on his arms and you hated the man more than Justin hated him.

Seth used drugs and he would always be high. He would sometimes be happy, but, most of the times, he would punch Justin for no reason. He also stayed in Foley’s residence, with Justin and his mother, acting like it was his house. He would act like how he wanted and he would treat Justin poorly, as if he was just some sort of shit.

“No, don’t mind that.” He covered his arms with his varsity jacket and he made his way through your bed. “Seth is just a part of my shitty life.”

“Jus!” You pouted as you followed him, totally forgetting the test that Justin had for the next day. You stayed under your thick covers as the air conditioner gave you some sort of cold feeling and shivers. “What are you thinking about?”

“Life sucks!” He simply responded as he faced you and wrapped his arms around your waist delicately, not wanting to hurt you. You were just best friend’s, but you considered sleeping together a normal thing, since it was a habit that you used to do when you were both still young. The only person who stopped you from doing such thing was Jessica and they would always fight whenever Justin would ask you if he could crash in your house.

“I know, Jus,” you nodded as you lingered the warmth that his body emanated. “but you also know that I am always here for you, right?”

“I know and I thank you for that.” He flashed you a broken smile. You loved Justin’s sweet smile, but you would never like his sad and forced smile. He was really sad and you, honestly, would love to stand up for him in front of his mother and her boyfriend. “Mostly when Jessica isn’t by my side anymore.”

“Huh?” You distanced your face from his to look into his deep bluish green glossy eyes. You couldn’t understand him that you wanted to look for some answers in his sincere eyes. “What do you mean?”

“She,” He bit his lower lip, totally trying to stop the tears he had in the corner of his beautiful eyes. You started to understand why he was having too many thoughts in his mind in the past few days. You knew how much he loved Jessica and he surely loved her to death. “she broke up with me.”

Justin wasn’t a boy who had everything, but he would do anything for her, even when he had nothing to give. He was your dream boyfriend, because you saw the gentleman character that was in him. No one ever treated you like that way he treated Jessica and you envied her for that, but you never hated on her.

“What?” Your eyes grew wide and Justin’s tears started to stream down his lovely face. He loved the girl so much that he couldn’t let her go and only God knew how hurt he was for what she had done.

We’re not together anymore.” He managed to say in between of his uncontrollable sobs. You wiped the hot tears from his red cheeks and you pulled him into a tight hug. “She loves someone else.”

“Damn, Jus!” You felt that he hugged you back, tighter than your embrace. You let him cry and let his resentments out, not caring if your shirt or your pillow get wet for his tears. After all, he just needed somebody to lean on. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.” He whispered and you rubbed his back as his breathing became heavier and difficult to deal with. “Thank you, instead.”

“I am always here, Jus. Don’t thank me.” You left a soft and gentle kiss on his temple as you tried to comfort him with your actions.

After all, Justin was a sensitive guy, still with an unhappy heart, nevertheless his corny jokes and contagious laughs. Justin used his heart to love someone who didn’t appreciate his good intentions. Justin had a good heart, even though he was known as the asshole jock of your school. He was strong, but he also needed his anchor.

The anchor who kept on saving him all the time, the one who kept on saving the ship. He also needed a shoulder to cry on and somebody to lean on, whenever thunder storms would try to destroy him. And that somebody was you. It was you and always you would be the one, because you has always appreciated him and loved him, as best friends or not.

Beyond everything, you were best friends and you would never let him down. He didn’t deserve another disappointment and he needed nothing but love and a crying shoulder. You were always happy to help him and you were grateful that he asked help from you.

You were best friends and best friends accepted everything: flaws, weaknesses and tears. That night you accepted his broken heart and his tears, giving your comforting touch and your shoulders to cry on.


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BUFFYVERSE + Aesthetic: Kendra Young (for nikii-the-slayerette & ladiesorgtfo)

Let’s Have a Baby (M)

Request-  Baby making smut with namjoon please? And it was successful and you  announce your pregnant to him? Please be smutty and fluffy!!! Thank you so much, sweet pea!!! 

Here you are, hope it doesn’t suck to much. Feed back is always really appreciated!! 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned!! 

Enjoy! 

Originally posted by rapnamu

This is Namjoons reaction to you telling him you made a baby together. Why am I doing this to myself? I’M NOT CRYING YOU ARE!! ^^^^ 


Babies? You and Namjoon never really talked about them, you knew you both wanted them but knew it wasn’t the time. Anytime a relative asked yous when there would be an addition to your little family you would both shrug it off. But now all your friends were planning and having kids, as time can be your enemy when it comes to having children. 

You ignored it, until your bestfriend had her baby. You fell in love with the baby, its little feet and the little socks to go on the little feet. You decided maybe it was time. If you wanted to long, you might not be able to have babies, so. And hey its fun making them, you thought. 

“Baby, I’m home.” You hear Namjoons deep voice call and the door slam. A wide smile crosses your face. When you first started dating Namjoon it was always changing and fun. You both were always trying new things, so yous wouldn’t get bored. But here you both were, so domestic, yet, so happy. You loved the life you were leading Namjoon. 

“Hey.” Namjoon entered the living room taking a seat beside you on the couch, he slide his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. He kissed your temple, wrapping his arms around your waist, your head lay against his hard chest. 

“Namjoon.” You called out to his. 

“Yeah, baby.” He ran his fingers through your hair. You took a deep breath, you were just asking, there was no harm in that right? You move your head so your making eye contact with him. Your looking into his deep chocolate brown eyes, their melting you. 

“Umm.. What do you want for dinner?” You smile, you chickened out, what if he didn’t want babies with you, it all scared you. 


Over the next couple of weeks you tried to work up the courage to ask him about having a baby. You always wanted to be a mother, and being a parent with Namjoon would just be the cherry up top. So when your friend asked you to baby sit their four mouth old, you dove at the chance. You were in the middle of your sitting room swaying back and forth with the baby in yours arms. You were so entranced by the baby you didn’t even notice Namjoon leaning against the door frame, watching you. 

“Is she asleep?” Namjoon asks, starling you, taking you out of your trace. You look over your shouldering at him. 

“Yeah, shes out.” You smile turning back to admire the baby some more. Namjoon strode up behind you, looking at the baby over your shoulder, he kisses your temple. 

“Can I hold her?” You smile at his question, turning around to carefully hand him the baby, making sure shes comfortable in his arms so she wouldn’t wake. She looked so tiny in his large hands. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked. He was nervous holding, as he didn’t want to drop the delicate little girl, yet he was smiling, because she was so beautiful and peaceful looking. 

“She’s beautiful.” He whispers more to himself then to you. 

“I know.” 


That night you lay in Namjoons arms in bed, snuggling into his warm embrace. His hand was stroking up and down your arm, comforting you. 

“Baby?” He calls whispers against your head. 

“Huh?” 

“Let’s have a baby.” You freeze, are you dreaming? Have you already fallen asleep?

“Really?!” You burst out, sitting up in the bed to look at him with wide eyes, he chuckles. 

“Yes, baby. I’m being serious. I saw you with the baby earlier, I know you want one and quite frankly, I do too. I would be honoured if you would be my baby moma.” You burst out laughing. 

“You did not just call me your baby moma.” You grin, he grabbed his hand, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles. 

“Let’s have a baby, I think we’d be great parents, for real, will be in this together, okay. Every step of the way.” He kissed your knuckles, pulling you till you were laying on top of him, your noses nearly touching. His hands were on your waist. 

“Let’s have a baby.” You giggle, before pressing your lips to his. You both start to move your lips against one another, your tongue slipping past his lips. Your quick to straddle his hips, starting to grind down on his dick, which was growing fast. His hands ran down your back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You lean back, pulling the top you stole from Namjoon off, exposing you bare breasts, which Namjoon is quick to lean forward and kiss. 

“Fuck.” You hiss out, when he sucks on your nipple, pulling it between his teeth. You loved how Namjoon only wore boxers to bed, it made having morning sex a lot easier too. His hand slips between your legs and into your panties, rubbing your clit in small circles. 

“You’re so wet baby.” He smirks at you, but you just continue kissing down his neck. Namjoon hooks his arm around your waist, rolling you over so he was on top. He smirks down at you lowering himself, kissing down your chest, stomach to your pantie line. He uses his fingers to slowly take off your lacy panties, maintaining eye contact the whole time. So there off, he spreads your legs wider, blowing on your wetness. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, Kim Namjoon.” You moan out. With that he presses his tongue to your pussy, licking up and down your slit. Sliding one finger into your centre, pumping it slowly, licking at your clit. 

“Does it feel good baby? Should I add another?” He asks, already knowing your answer. 

“Please, Namjoon. I need more.” You pant out. 

“What do you want me to do baby?” You look between your legs, to see a smirking Namjoon. You huff. 

“I need you to fuck me with your fingers and suck my clit, please.” You beg, needing more to send you over the edge. 

“Okay, baby.” Namjoon adds another finger, pumping it faster and harder in and out of you, he leans down to lick at your pussy again. 

“Oh, that f-feels so good. Please, keep going.” You pant out, feeling an orgasm beginning to build in your stomach.  

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” Namjoon helps you ride out your high by pumping his fingers faster. You chant his name like a mantra, cumming all over his fingers. He takes his fingers out, raising them to his face and licking your juices off of them. 

“You taste so good, baby. Now, let me fuck you so you can’t walk tomorrow.” He smirks, swiftly taking off his boxers, joining you back on the bed, taking his position between your legs again. 

“Is that a promise?” You challenge, smirking at him. Namjoon his dick up and down your pussy, collecting your slickness. He slowly eases into you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight around me.” He moans into your neck, kissing the nape. Your hands slide into his hair, pulling on the strands, he starts to fuck you. Its slow at first, but he picks up the speed. 

“Mhmm, you feel so good around me, Joonie. You fill me up so good.” You moan into his ear. You get a grunt from, as starts to slam into your harder. Skin slapping together. You feel your second orgasm approaching, your walls tightening around his dick. You pull more forcefully on his hair, arching your back into his chest more, your erect nipples grinding against his toned chest. 

“Oh, fuck.” Namjoon grunts out, your walls clench around him even more, and you can feels his dick twitch inside you, before hes filling you up with his cum. He continues to fuck you, milking his orgasm, before collapsing on top of you. He snuggles into your chest, his arms around your waist. 

“We might have just made a baby.” He kisses the soft skin of your chest, you smiles, threading your fingers through his hair, to comfort him. 


Namjoon leans up against the wall opposite the bathroom door, it had been the longest ten minutes of his life. You finally open the door, your heads down. Namjoon instantly pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Baby, its okay. We can try again, okay.” Namjoon strokes your hair, rubbing your back with soft circles. You lean up to his ear. 

“I’m pregnant.” You pull back, looking at his confused face. 

“Your pregnant?” You nod. Namjoon picks you up spinning you around, holding you tight against him. “Your serious, oh my god. WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” Namjoon shouts, cupping your face pressing his lips against yours. 

“I love you, Namjoon.” You smile up at him, he has tears in his eyes. 

“I love you more, baby. Ahh, my baby is having my baby.” He sing songs. 


-Admin Abe x

Gemma Doesn’t Like You

YO I’M BACK


“Are you nervous?” Harry asks, gripping onto Y/n’s hand as he starts his three-hour drive to his sister’s house.

In their now one year of dating, Y/n is finally meeting Harry’s sister. With their schedules being tied from Y/n’s university to Gemma’s new job and Harry’s recent solo work, there was barely any time for either of them to visit one another. But with Y/n convincing her bosses to get her off the schedule for a week, it’s finally time for Y/n to meet Gemma.

“I’m okay.” Y/n replies reluctantly. 

In all honesty, she’s scared shitless. Even though the rest of Harry’s family practically coos over Y/n, Y/n wasn’t raised in a high-income family. She shared a two bedroom apartment with her two parents and her two older brothers her entire life. Her only time out of the house was when she went off to school or work—never really having a social life because she neither had time nor money for it. 

Y/n being poor and moving in with Harry has been a focus for the media since they publically announced their relationship. They disclosed that Y/n is only paying off her debt and university tuition because of Harry’s wealth, and even talked about Y/n only moving in with Harry because she wouldn’t have to pay the rent that way.

And even though it is true that Harry pays rent and pays off her debt, it is nothing like it seems. There is an entirely different story underneath their publications that nobody understands besides Harry and Y/n—and that’s what scares her the most.

“Don’t worry, baby. She’ll love you. She can read whatever she wants, yeah? But all she needs to pay attention to is who you really are.”

Harry holds her hand tighter. He knows that Y/n is well aware that Gemma has tried to get Harry to break up with her for a while now. She thinks that Y/n is nothing but a gold digger—using the sympathy card to get every ounce of money out of him so that she can manage a living. Of course, that wasn’t the case, and Harry would be willing to spend the rest of his life disproving his sister. 

And he’s starting today.

“Who I am is not going to impress her, Harry. I have nothing set out for me. My future is a dead end. I’m useless.”

Harry’s eyes narrow in pain at her words, slowly letting his eyes leave the road so that he can look at her. He loves her so much more than he can explain, and knowing that the woman he loves so deeply feels so negatively about herself completely and utterly destroys him.

Y/n is so much more than she thinks. She has more determination and gratitude than anybody he’s ever met. She has so much strength and willpower to keep herself moving forward, and despite Harry seeming to have the most difficult job to others, he doesn’t have half of what she has to offer to this world.

“Hey, don’t say things like that. You know that’s not true.”

His eyes are glistening with tears and Y/n almost goes back on her word just for the sake of his own wellbeing. She knows how much putting herself down can affect him, but she truly believes in the words she spoke and won’t take back what she said because she knows it’s true.

“It’s the truth, Harry.”

He scrunches his face with squeezed-shut eyes, shaking his head wildly.

“That’s far from it. You’ve been busting your ass trying to finish school; I have never seen someone so determined to accomplish anything in my life. You inspire me every day—every single day. When I feel like giving up or thinking what I’m doing isn’t worth it, I think of your ability to overcome any of that. It doesn’t matter your money, Y/n, you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I’d do anything to be half the woman you are.”

And as much as Y/n appreciates his words—and no matter how much his words make her heart swell—she doesn’t want to carry on with this discussion. So she smirks, letting out a slight chuckle to lighten the mood. She leans over to press a gentle kiss on his cheek, rubbing her nose slightly against the skin.

“So you wanna be a woman, huh?”

Harry laughs, sneaking a look at her from the corner of his eye. She looks as beautiful as always, and no matter what ends up happening at Gemma’s house, he’ll be by her side no matter what it takes to get there.

His life would be meaningless without her with him. She’s defined all his greatest and most memorable moments, he’ll never let her go.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Harry sighs, “you’ll always have me.”


Pulling up into Gemma’s driveway gave Y/n enough fear to almost pass out on the walk to her front door. Everything she has felt about this day is building up so much inside of her that her body almost feels numb. 

Her heart is racing, her palms are sweating, and her breathing must have been harsh because Harry immediately notices how different her demeanor has become. 

He pulls her into him a bit more than before, pressing a chaste kiss to her temple and rubbing his hand along her waist.

“Stop stressing, darling” Harry whispers, “it’ll be fine.”

But she just knows it won’t be. This is a disaster waiting to happen and she feels the anxiety deep within her bones. If she didn’t love Harry so much, she wouldn’t hesitate to leave him on the door step, steal his car, and drive away from here. But it’s because she loves him so much that she’s willing to prove Gemma wrong.

She has to.

While taking the finals steps up to her door, Y/n has to grab onto Harry’s hand and arm with both of her hands in case she decides to run away. And just for the sake of her sanity, Harry gives her one last reassuring kiss before he opens the door to her home. 

“Gem! We’re here!”

Her house is everything Y/n expected it to be. Everything is open, everything all in one place—nothing to separate the rooms. The walls are bright and decorated with art work Y/n’s only ever seen on display at local museums. It all looks so expensive, there is nothing Y/n has ever seen like it. 

Gemma walks out from the kitchen, looking slightly uneasy, but smiling as she gives her brother a welcoming hug. Their greeting is short and Y/n admires how close they truly are. She never had siblings to grow any particular bond with, so watching Harry and Gemma soaking each other up and making up for lost time makes her heart jump.

But it’s not that long after where Gemma’s attention is on Y/n, a prominent scowl on her face and a glimmer of disrespect in her eyes.

“So, this is Y/N.”

Y/n feels Harry’s hold on her tighten.

She disregards the way she speaks, even if it sends a shiver down her spine. She’s going to do her best to get Gemma’s liking and approval, there is no way she can mess this up. This is her only shot.

“Hello, Gemma, it’s wonderful to meet you.” Y/n smiles, sticking her hand out to properly introduce herself. Gemma smiles slightly, looking down at Y/n’s hand.  

“Is there any reason my brother is paying your university tuition, Y/n?

The way she says her name burns Y/n’s insides; like her name is toxic on the tongue. She slowly puts her hand down, tucking it underneath her other arm as her free hand moves to push twist her hair. 

Fuck, Gemma really jumped right to it and now Y/n is unsure of what to say. She didn’t expect those types of questions to come so soon, and no matter how many times Y/n had prepared for this moment, her tongue is tied and she’s never felt more intimidated in her life.

“O—Oh, well—”

“Gemma!” Harry seethes, his eyes glaring at his sister in almost a threatening manner, “What the hell?”

Y/n swallows thickly. 

“N—No, Harry,” Y/n interjects, shaking her head slightly, “it’s fine. It’s just that my family isn’t financially stable. They obviously wanted me to get into the best university I could, so when I got accepted, I began to take out student loans. I was on work study and we were provided a good amount of financial aid but it wasn’t enough for us. I ended up owing a lot of money to the bank and—“

“So you had my brother use all the money he saved up from his career just to waste it all to pay for you?”

Y/n stands wide-eyed, clearly not expecting that harsh of an accusation. She knew accusations were going to come, but not so goddamn soon and not so rude. 

And she really wants to crawl out of her own skin. She feels sick—she feels filthy and she wants nothing more than to leave the hatred glaring from Gemma’s eyes. 

She feels the tears she’s been holding in hit the surface, and her chest is heaving and her throat is chocked from the thickness in the air. She really can’t be here right now—she really can’t keep listening to anything else Gemma decides to throw at her.

She’s embarrassed and insecure, two things Y/n can’t handle on her own and now she’s forced to face the situation that’s feeding her both.

“What the fuck?!” Harry shouts, “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

It took Y/n months before agreeing to let Harry pay her tuition. He had offered since the day he met her. She stressed herself out in ways he’d never seen—pushing herself to the brink of exhaustion and never giving herself a chance to properly take a breath. 

In the moments leading up to their relationship, he felt his career wasn’t even half of what she put herself through at the time. He had all the money for everything she wanted—he was willing to give every penny he had to her, drop everything he’s worked for and give it all to her. He didn’t need it anymore. He had spent his entire life building his future and by the time it was over, he had so much money that he didn’t even know what to do with. 

He found his girl—he found the one he was going to marry. He had a house—a beautiful house—one he could still pay off because he’s still being paid for being in the media. He lived his dream, there was no reason to keep the money he made.

He had everything.

And after what felt like years of Harry begging Y/n—to the point where he even went on his knees—to help her get through her financial crisis, she couldn’t say no. Not to that amount of desperation, not when he was in tears watching her suffer so much.

“That’s bullshit!” Gemma spits.

She takes a threatening step towards Y/n, and in any other circumstance, Y/n would run away without hesitation. But she can’t move.

She lets out a sob when Gemma gets in her face, not daring to touch her but still close enough to make Y/n understand how much she’s made her angry—enough to let her know how serious this all is.

“What are the chances a girl like you gets it on with my brother?! Huh? What are the fucking chances of that?!“ 

"That is fucking enough!” Harry booms, pushing his hand out to push Gemma away from Y/n. 

He swears, he could fucking break her wrists in half. Gemma was the last person he expected to judge Y/n on her economic class. He actually thought they’d get on extremely well. He never expected to be holding Gemma back from punching a very fearful, shaken up Y/n.

And he wishes more than anything that he can be comforting her right now, but he’s not going to risk letting Gemma out of his grasp.

Y/n steps back, taking in a harsh breath as the wind is knocked right out of her. She genuinely feels like someone punched her in the throat, which probably would have happened if Harry wasn’t holding Gemma back as hard as he is. 

She feels the tears that were building up in her eyes slowly start to fall, her barrier completely breaking down. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, nothing was. She’s not supposed to make Harry’s family hate her. She wanted to become apart of it, grow old and pass down more generations of it. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

In the mix of her emotions, Y/n puts on the fakest fucking smile she’s ever put on. Of course,  it’s not on there for long. She looks down the second it disappears, falling just as quickly as it formed. If she continues to fight for herself, there would be no room for any hope she wishes to carry that Gemma will somehow see her differently. 

“You don’t have to worry about this anymore, Gemma.” She cries, little pathetic sobs finding their way from her throat, “Me and Harry are going to go now, and neither of you will ever have to see me again.”

When the words fall from Y/n’s mouth, Harry’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach. She can’t be serious—she can’t mean what she’s saying.

How could Harry live without seeing her? He’d never be able to forgive himself for letting it get far enough to where Y/n is going to leave him and never think of coming back. No, the thought of that just can’t be possible.

“No.” He whimpers, watching her as she turns away from them, “Baby, please don’t.” 

His hands loosen around Gemma’s wrists in defeat. His whole body is paled and his eyes are brimmed with tears and refusing to blink. 

He just lost everything.

“I never want her back in this goddamn house, Harry, I swear—”

“Do you realize what you just did to me?” He chokes out a sob, his hand reaching to the overwhelming pain in his chest. “You just ruined me, Gemma. I—I’m—She was everything to me, you don’t understand.”

And he really can’t find it within him to stay long enough to listen to what she has to say. She just ruined his life—his life is completely ruined and he’s never felt so utterly lost in his entire life.

He walks out of Gemma’s door without looking back, not daring to do anything but speed up his pace when he sees Y/n sobbing against the car door, her body shaking and eyes soaked with tears.

Nothing is making sense, everything he thought he knew is falling apart. The life he’s built himself is crumbling beneath him, and there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it.

When Y/n is only a few feet away from him, he grabs onto her wrists so tight and rams her into his chest. His movements are nothing short of desperate and he needs her to know how much he needs her, now more than ever.

He needs her to know that he physically can’t live without seeing her again. She means more to him than anything he’s ever had and he refuses to let her walk away from what they have. He won’t let it happen.

He won’t.

He grabs her face so that he can look at her, and the pain in her eyes makes him want to rip his heart out of his own chest. She can’t look at everything she’s ever loved and know she has to walk away from it. 

“You didn’t mean that, Y/n. You are not fucking leaving me, there is no way in hell I’m letting that happen.”

His hands are running feverishly down her hair, his eyes practically pleading for her to just come back to him. 

But he needs to understand.

“Harry—“

“Not over my fucking sister, Y/n. Please, you can’t do that to me. You can’t.”

She squeezes her eyes shut—the only way she can think rationally because she can’t think properly when she looks at him. It hurts too much.

 How in the world is she going to do this? It’s either she stays with Harry and he loses the person who means most to him, or she leaves Harry and lives the rest of her life alone because she can’t find love in anybody else.

She almost considers staying with him. Almost. But there is no way she can stay together with him and live her entire life being hated by somebody who means more to Harry than she does. She just can’t.

“She’s right, Harry. This whole thing—all of this is a mistake. We’re too different, this isn’t right.” She sobs.

She really doesn’t mean it, but she does believe that there is some truth behind her words. They should have known this was never going to work out, no matter how much they do love each other. 

Love can’t always win.

“No!” Harry barks, pressing his forehead so hard onto hers he wouldn’t be shocked if he broke his skull from it. “You don’t dare say that shit to me. You don’t say that to me.”

Y/n shakes her head, pushing him off of her as hard as she could. It breaks her heart to not feel him pressed up against her, but she needs to do this for both of their sake.

“That’s your sister, the way she spoke to me.”

“I don’t care. I’ll never let her in again, she won’t have any fucking sense in this, baby. Nothing will get in our way.”

But she just can’t.

“I’m so sorry, Harry.”

Harry swears he feels his heart ripping in half at her words. His body feels completely detached, like every bone is breaking and all he has left to do is fall in front of her. He holds onto her legs like it’s his last hope. His sobs draining out everything in his head and all he can fucking feel is the mix of his heart being taken right out of his chest and her hands running softly through his hair.

“Please, Y/n.” Is the only thing is brain can muster: Please, please, please. Any source of desperation to keep her with him, that’s the only thing his brain can register.

He grips onto her legs tighter, his forehead pressed against her knees. He feels her tug at his hair, hears her cry and curse under her breath. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Please.”

She sighs, one last cry ripping from her.

“I can’t.”

Passionate

JuminxMC


It was one of those frustrating days.

Jumin rubbed his temples as he walked through the hallway. The pouring rain outside caused his acquaintance to be stuck in an endless traffic, the meeting had to be postponed, the schedule for the day ended up a mess, and on top of that, the briefing for the new cat project was… disappointing, and he was being polite.

Going home, where Elizabeth and a bottle of the finest wine would be waiting for him, never felt so comforting.

Outside, the thunders rumble and the lightning makes the whole hallway shine. Ugh… the last thing he needs is a storm to make him get stuck in traffic too and come home late. Late for what, exactly? It’s hard to tell.

Jumin enters in the elevator, checking his watch. Maybe Driver Kim knows a shortcut? He wonders as the doors close, before being stopped by a female appeal.

“Hold it, hold it, please!” her voice echoes in the hallway, she almost leaps inside the elevator in a rush. “Good… good evening.”

“Good evening.” He answers mindlessly, not even looking at her and reaching for his phone. Ah, no signal, of course.

He goes through the schedule for tomorrow. Oh, Assistant Kang will have to rearrange some appointments after today’s fiasco. Jumin sighs lowly, his head aches, he needs an aspirin, also a glass of wine.

A thud and a small gasp from the woman next to him. Then everything goes dark.

“Oh…”

“The power must be off due to the storm. Don’t worry, there’s an emergency button next to you.”

He can sense some motion from the woman, she’s probably pressing the button. One time should be enough, why does she keep pressing it?

“It’s not working.”

“What do you mean?”

“That I am… pressing it and it’s not working?” oh, if he didn’t know better, he would think she’s being ironic.

“That’s impossible, excuse me.” He reaches for the button, pressing it one, two, three times. It’s not working. “How come it doesn’t work? Somebody will have to fix this.”

“Well, yeah, of course… are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“Just checking if you aren’t claustrophobic or anxious, this could be a bigger problem if someone had a panic attack or passed out in here.” Oh… he didn’t even think about that, to be honest.

“I see. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, just realizing that, no matter how bad something is, it can always get worse.” Ah yes, he could agree to that, even though he had no idea what she was talking about.

“How come?”

“Nevermind. I’m just ranting, I do that a lot when I get nervous. Oh, but I’m just nervous, I’m not panicking or anything, this could be bigger problem if someone had a panic attack or passed out in here.”

“Yes, you’ve already said that.”

“Did I? Ugh, I also repeat myself a lot when I’m nervous. But I’m just nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?” there was no point in letting her keep coming back to the same topic.

“Huh? Oh, you know… first days are tough, no matter how much college prepares you for that, you’re never really ready until you’re thrown to the lions.”

“I wouldn’t put it like that, but yes, eventually the lions are turned into kitties, not that beautiful and majestic as the real ones, but… you know, I’m just following your metaphor to explain you grow accustomed  to it.”

She giggles, did she think that was funny? How odd.

“What department are you in?” he asks more curiously than he intended to.

“Huh? I’m an intern, so I kinda ran through a lot of departments today. This storm got in the way of most of them.”

“Tell me about it…” she hums in a shuddering way. What’s wrong? “Are you okay?”

“Yes, just a little cold, but I’ll be fine.”

“Here.” He takes his jacket off and fumbles the elevator walls, trying to reach the woman following the sound of her voice.

“Oh… thank you, but I’m fine. Besides, you’ll get cold.”

“I won’t. I’m wearing a vest over my shirt, I should be fine. Please, I insist.” He feels the the piece of clothing escaping from his hands.

“So… what department are you in?”

“Well, I’m not an intern, but I suppose you could say I run through more than one department like you did today.”

“Oh, like a supervisor.”

“More like director.”

“Ah, like the CEO’s son. What’s his name? Uhm… Ju… Jumin?” he feels like chuckling. How amusing.

“Yes, like him. Do you know him?”

“Not personally, of course. Only through what can be found in the media, which… doesn’t really count as knowing someone?” yes, she’s absolutely right. “Oh, and he gave a lecture at my university once.” She laughs softly. “He was supposed to talk about business strategies, but someone asked him about cat projects.”

And he spent all the time he had left explaining about cat projects.

“And he spent all the time he had left explaining about cat projects.” She completes. “It was interesting, to b honest. I almost felt bad for of having a chance to go through the cat projects department today.”

“Really?” he couldn’t detect any sarcasm in her tone, so he asked.

“Yes! I love cats! And the projects look fun and interesting!” she sighs “It must be good, right? Being able to bring to your workplace something you’re deeply passionate about?”

“Why does it sound you don’t really know how this would be like? Aren’t you passionate about your work?” Although he can’t see her, he knows he crossed a line and now she’s embarrassed. He should not talk to a stranger like this.

“I want to be passionate, it’s just… ah, I don’t know, what if it’s not exactly what I want?”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know. I just know what I don’t want. I don’t want to feel like I wasted my passion in something that was never meant to be, you know?”

He did know. Actually, he didn’t, just like you. Jumin didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew what didn’t. He didn’t want to be like his father, jumping from woman to woman or buying their love, he also didn’t want to be like V watching life passing by and never being able to move on from a lost.

But what could he want?  Was there something he could possibly want more than anything that he already had?

“Well, if you were able to be accepted in our internship program, you’re probably a very smart lady with lots of potential. You’ll find something to put your passion on, if that’s what you want.”

“Why thank you, stranger man in the elevator.”

No, thank you stranger girl in the elevator.

“What’s your name? I can arrange for you to stay in the cat projects department.”  If he could see her, she would probably be smiling.

He’s not the curious type, but it’s hard not to imagine how such a clever young lady could look like.

“My name is…”

The emergency button shone in the dark, indicating there was someone through the speaker.

“Hi, can you hear me? We’re stuck in the elevator, probably somewhere between the fith and sixth floors.”

“Yes, miss. The elevator should be working by now.”

“How come there’s no light, then?” he asks, annoyed.

“Huh? There’s no light? I don’t know, there must be a malfunction in the bulbs. Anyway, you should be moving by… now.”

A thud, that one was harder than the first, so hard that made him lose some balance and bump into her. She places her hands on his shoulders, he can almost feel her breathing against his face.

“My apologies.” He clear his throat, adjusting his posture.

“It’s fine. Here’s your jacket, thank you very much.” She hands it to him

“Don’t mention it. I meant it when I said I could arrange for you to meet the cat projects department, I can do that, since I’m…”

“You know? Call it crazy, but I believe in signs, and… I think there’s a reason why everything went so wrong today, maybe you’re right, I’ll find something I’m passionate about, but I need to start looking for it, right?”

“I suppose…”

“Yes, so that’s what I’m gonna do. Well, uhm… not everything went wrong today, since we got to have this conversation.” A conversation that is making her leave. “So, it was nice to meet you, stranger in the elevator.”

The door opens and she leaps out of there as fast as she entered. All he catches is a glimpse of her back. No name, no face, just like when she entered.

Sure, he could ask Assistant Kang to give him the files of the interns, and then what? He would have a name and maybe a face, but she would still be the girl looking for something to be passionate about, something that his company couldn’t provide, apparently.

He doesn’t know what he wants, but he does know what he doesn’t want, like losing his mind over a completely stranger when he has Elizabeth and the finest wine waiting for him at home. Oh, but there is another thing he knows from the brief encounter. No, two things, actually.

One, it was really nice to meet you, stranger girl in the elevator.

Two, his headache was over.


Celebration fic for my 3000 followers and my birthday, as explained here

Giant: Ch. 2

I wish that I had known in
That first minute we met
The unpayable debt
That I owed you.

Previously on Giant

Hovering, Kara flopped down on the water tower, her body achy from the robbery she stopped. She didn’t know how to fight, but she could overpower anyone. The problem came with guns. The little ones left a bruise. A shotgun, she learned, that could knock the wind right out of her at close range, though they were getting easier to handle, like a muscle that needed flexed. Just a few days ago, she found herself able to deflect armor piercing rounds, which was cool, to say the least.

Another sweatshirt ruined, though.

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Mercy: Do not worry Hana. I know Pharah is a really good person.
D.va: Angela, did you fuck the second commander’s daughter?
Mercy: schatz,
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D.va: Gee! that Widowmaker girl can be a bitch sometimes!
Tracer: Don’t worry, luv. If you’d knew Amelie a little bit better… it might change your mind.
D.va: Lena, fucked spiderman didn’t you ?
Tracer: Luv,
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D.va: Gee! Fuck that reaper guy!
Soldier 76: I know how you feel Hana… but how hard it is to believe he was a beautiful friend back in the days.
D.va: Jack, did you fuck death ?
Soldier 76: Sweetie,
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D.va: Gee! I don’t wanna mess with that Zarya girl!
Mei: She might be impressing looking, but shes also as big as her heart!
D.va: Mei, you did it didn’t you?
Mei: Chong'ér,
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D.va: That Roadhog guy is kind of… Repulsive looking…
Junkrat: Fuck off Hana hes hot
D.va: Buttsex huh?
Junkrat: Mate,
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D.va: Gee! That Zenyatta guy pisses me off with his “wise words” and shit.
Genji: Hana-
D.va: Did you get in the robot Genji?
Genji: Dārin,