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The One After Vegas...

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sub!Dean, Dom!Reader, use of restraints (for Dean) mention of anal play, mention of spanking (sorta), edging. Pretty much PWP

Word Count: 3152

A/N: This one is written for @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess birthday challenge. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LADIES! It also has a Part 1 that was posted earlier today. Thank you goes to @avasmommy224 for betaing this for me. Feedback is appreciated and I hope yall enjoy!! ♥

Dean’s POV

It’s been a month since that night in Vegas and no matter how many women I pick up, no one has compared to her. It seems like just plain old vanilla sex just isn’t enough anymore. Yeah, I get off but it’s just not the same. Then there was the one other time I tried the sub thing with another chick…it got weird, quick.

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Meal Plan Tips!

This is what I use as a guide for my diet plan. I am actually pretty picky myself so my diet consists of mostly the same foods all the time, but it’s good to switch it up! The stuff in bold is what I prefer lol like I said this is a “guide” and the key is to make sure you are eating clean and well rounded. My sister wrote this plan for me as she is a personal trainer and nutritionist. Don’t be afraid to be creative and try new things! You will find what works best for you.  


  • Chicken Breast (Boneless/Skinless)
  • Turkey Breast
  • Lean Ground Turkey
  • Salmon
  • Tuna
  • Top Round Steak
  • Top Sirloin Steak
  • Lean Ground Beef
  • Lean Ham
  • Egg Whites or Substitutes
  • Non-fat Cottage Cheese
  • Ahi
  • Pork Tenderloin
  • Filet Mignon
  • Tofu
  • High Quality Protein Powder

**Remember Muscle=Metabolism! Every time you eat protein you are feeding your muscles which speeds up your metabolism.

***BUT don’t over eat your protein and always try to eat the leanest kinds of protein. The more you are working out, the more protein you should have in your diet.


**You can eat as many green veggies as you want all day long!

  • Broccoli-My personal favorite.
  • Asparagus
  • Romaine Lettuce
  • Spinach
  • Carrots
  • Cauliflower
  • Green Beans
  • Green Peppers
  • Mushrooms
  • Tomatoes
  • Peas
  • Brussel Sprouts
  • Artichoke
  • Cabbage
  • Celery-VERY good for weight loss.
  • Zucchini
  • Cucumber
  • Onion
  • Bell Peppers
  • Squash

**Always try to eat fresh veggies! Frozen is ok but canned is not great.

***Try to stay away from corn, it is a vegetable BUT your body can’t process it very well and it slows down your metabolism.


(1 serving=the size of your clenched fist)

  • Red Baked Potato
  • Sweet Potato
  • Yams
  • Pumpkin- Another favorite! Add a little cinnamon and a dash of stevia to kill a sweet tooth!
  • Steamed Brown Rice
  • Steamed Wild Rice
  • Whole Wheat Pasta
  • Oatmeal (plain!!! Not packaged! Add fruit if you can’t eat it plain.)
  • Beans (black, garbanzo, pinto, or kidney)
  • Strawberries
  • Apples
  • Melons
  • Oranges
  • ½ banana
  • Greek Yogurt (nonfat)
  • Whole Wheat bread
  • High Fiber Cereal
  • Rice Cakes
  • Whole Grains
  • Cream of Wheat

**Make sure you cut your carbs out after 5pm and stay away from white carbs (white rice, white bread, white tortilla, etc.)

Good Fat Sources

**Use these sparingly but make sure to include some in your diet. The earlier in the day you eat these is better!

  • ½ Avocado
  • Sunflower Seeds
  • Pumpkin Seeds
  • Cold Water Fish (Tuna, Salmon, etc.)
  • Natural Peanut Butter
  • Almond Butter!
  • Low-Fat Cheese
  • Low-Fat Salad Dressing (Balsamic Vinaigrette or and Vinaigrette is good!)
  • Raw Nuts
  • Olives
  • Olive Oil (Cook with this NO BUTTER!!)
  • Safflower Oil
  • Canola Oil
  • Sunflower Oil
  • Flax Seed Oil (The healthiest!)

**These are your EFA’s (Essential Fatty Acids) the more you workout the better it is to have these because it helps you burn bad fats more efficiently.




**Drink lots of water! Always have water in your hand! You should be going to the bathroom every 15-20 minutes. Lol. DO NOT drink soda or juices or energy drinks. You can drink unsweetened green tea. Your urine should be very light colored.

**Prepare your meals ahead of time so they are ready when it is time to eat.

**Eat every 3 hours to make sure you are keeping your metabolism high! Make sure you are consuming protein every 3 hours.

**Eat before you get hungry!! This will prevent you from overeating.

***Remember no carbs at dinner!

***HAVE A CHEAT DAY! Take one day off a week so that your body has to keep guessing and you don’t plateau. This also helps you stay motivated.


Breakfast: 1 Protein, 1 Carb, 1 EFA (Good Fat)

(3 hours later…)

Snack: Protein Shake (You can also have a handful of raw almonds or veggies)

(3 hours later…)

Lunch: 1 Protein, 1 Carb, Veggies, 1 EFA (Good Fat)

(3 hours later…)

Snack: Protein Shake

(3 hours later…)

Dinner: 1 Protein, 1 Veggie

(3 hours later…)

After Dinner: I always have a protein shake after a workout which is after dinner because I typically go around 8 or 9pm. Also, you can have one if you feel hungry before bed. 

This Town

So I spent all day doing this instead of studying. I blame Niall Horan. Enjoy! xo


You were the first person he told about his audition.

He was so nervous before it, and he’d spent weeks practicing. He’d come into the pub that your parents owned and he’d in his chair right next to the bar—the one that he sat in almost every day when the two of you were growing up, playing his guitar and slowly improving.

“Niall, you sound great,” you said as you poured a cup of coffee, flashing him a smile form across the bar. He looked up from his guitar to flash you a grateful smile in return, and you walked around from behind the counter to set the cup of coffee on the tabletop beside him.

“You really think so?” He asked a bit timidly, reaching to take the cup of coffee and hold it in his hands. His bright blue eyes were looking right at you, and you couldn’t help but grin at the sensation.

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College Advice Masterpost:

So, I had an anon ask me to make a post (especially for black girls) for incoming college freshmen! I’m just finishing my 1st year; needless to say it was a shit show, but here are some things to keep in mind when it comes to starting college!
1) Take advantage of the resources your college provides for you when it comes to furthering your education!!! Whether it’s the library, tutoring, open study groups…USE THEM. Don’t let that GPA free fall, boo. You don’t wanna lose scholarships or waste money. Plus slaying a class feels so damn good!
2) Take advantage of your professor’s office hours. They are there to help you! If you don’t understand a concept, GO. In the long run, it’s worth it and some will even give extra credit if they see you making an effort!
3) Go to school events. Whether it’s a step show, basketball game, probate; whatever. Don’t stay in your room all the time, branch out. Relieve homework stress. Even if you’re extremely introverted, try to go and see if you have fun. You might surprise yourself.
4) YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DRINK, DO DRUGS, & PARTY ALL THE TIME TO HAVE FUN AND DO NOT LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE. If it’s not your thing, don’t do it. You are in no way obligated to.
5) LADIES, If you see a clearly intoxicated girl and she’s not able to handle herself or is about to leave with a guy who may harm her….GO CHECK ON HER. Even if you don’t know her. We gotta stay safe out her. Drunk party guys can really be dangerous, I know this firsthand.
6) LADIES, ONE MORE TIME….look out for each other! You see a guy all on a girl at a party and she looks like she wants to get away? Go up to her, hit her with a “Heyyy! We were looking all over for you, come with me!” It works, man.
7) BLACK GIRLS, with all the work you’re most likely going to drown in….protective styles are your friend. Wigs, weaves, braids, twists…do whatever you can to keep that mane tamed and healthy. Deep condition, moisturized that scalp, clip those ends and slick those edges, m'am. Serve.
8) Invest in coconut oil. Castor oil. Drink water. Drink Cranberry juice. Avoid soda. Your skin and hair will thank you.
9) ABOUT THESE BOYS! This is from personal experience. DO NOT LET A COLLEGE BOY RUIN YOU. I got my heart destroyed my first semester and I’m still not over it. Do not put too much into someone who’s not putting the same into you. You will lose yourself. It’s not worth it. College boys; especially freshman, can be so evil. A lot of them are just trying to fuck as well, and hide it behind a sweet facade. Be careful with your heart.
10) Another thing, I have seen this so much. Seniors love to prey on freshmen. Don’t fall for it. They will fuck, duck, let other guys know, and you’ll have a rep before you know it. Even if you only mess with one. why? Because they’re messy bitches that LIVE FOR DRAMA.
11) Ques will ruin your sheets, hair, and life. They’re the devil. RUN GIRL. RUN.
12) Many campuses have an STD running through, mine has the clap. I know too many people who’ve gotten burned. What I’m saying is BE CAREFUL WHO YOU HAVE SEX WITH. Don’t let anyone hit raw for shit, birth control or not. Just….DON’T. Word to Bryson Tiller.
13) Call home as much as you can. Even if your relationship with your family is rocky. 9/10 they’re thinking of you, wishing you would call, hoping you’re okay. They’d love to hear from you.
15) Depression does tend to hit really hard in college, and I’m not gonna lie, I’ve had times here when I didn’t know if I would make it. YOU ARE NEVER ALONE, AND YOU CAN DO THIS. Talk to someone, a counselor, a friend, a therapist. If you fall behind in work, let your professor know how you’ve been feeling. A lot of them are understanding.
16) If you are Christian, college is not the place to lose faith. God has got you and will get you through everything always! Pray often. Go to church. It feels so freeing.
17) Your mental and physical health comes first always. If it’s not good for you, not making you happy, or isn’t beneficial to you…LET IT GO.
18) If you’re black and attending a PWI, like moi, be prepared to have your white peers say and do ignorant & slightly, if not blatantly, racist, shit. You are not obligated to tolerate it!! Educate them if you can, or you know….whoop their ass if they go too far.
19) Take time to yourself for a mental health break day. Talk a walk, get in tune with yourself, listen to music, hit the gym, get your nails done. If it makes you feel good, do it.
20) You will learn to not give a single damn about the opinions of others. You got purple & green hair? Cool. You caught 47 bodies? Uh, you may wanna just chill, but if not? Cool. You still wear Fubu? Aight. You wear make up daily just because? Serve. Do you! You like it? Then that’s all that matters. Make yourself happy and make it a goal to remain that way.

Good luck y'all.

Backwards (p.t. 2)

(I loved this picture too much and thought it matched my story well so I am going to keep it the same for the 4 parts unless I find another one I like better.)

Intro: continuing my story from the other day.  I warned you it was long.  Still 2 more parts to goooooo. 

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2,660

Triggers: eventual attempt at sexual assault (that will be in part 3 or 4), bullying.

Summary:  Reader is a botanist on the Enterprise who is bullied often and has low self esteem, and happens to run into Bones one day and develops a crush instantly (who wouldn’t, really?).  Reader works with Bones to save Spock from an injury from an away-mission.  The bullying gets worse as the story goes on and eventually leads to an attempt at sexual assault.  Reader gets away and doesn’t know who to turn to (maybe a certain friendly yet grumpy space doctor?).

ALSO: This story involves some real science/medicine (ex. Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation is a real thing) and some science/medicine that I kinda made up (ex. Seabaene is not a real thing).  Just go with it.  I think I got the Vulcan anatomy generally correct after a teeny bit of research but just roll with it.  thank. 

ALSO (p.t. 2): I have nothing against botanists I think they are amazing but the character is a little self-conscious about her profession. thank (p.t. 2)

Read Part 1 here: https://kaitysmitty123.tumblr.com/post/155975786442/backwards-pt-1


Back in your room you cleaned off, blood boiling as you continue to hear your colleague’s mocking laughs and hurtful words ringing in your ears. Frustrated tears stream down your cheeks involuntarily.  

You were used to being teased, it was nothing new to you.  You were top of your class at the Academy, but top of your class in botany is much less noble than top of the class in engineering or medicine or command.  You had thought about joining one of the big 3, but engineering was too mechanical and cold, nothing living to be found.  And medicine was too intense, and though you didn’t mind the guts and bodily fluids, seeing the medical team running around like they did was not something you wanted.  And command, well, there was no chance for that, as you could barely be heard in a group of 5 people let alone an entire ship and crew.  'Plant Freak’ was your most regularly used nickname and you tried to convince yourself that it didn’t hurt you, but it did. 

You sniffled and had just shimmied into a clean uniform when you heard an urgent knock at the door.  Your heart stopped and you hoped it wasn’t one of the boys from the group looking for revenge.  You wiped the remnants of tears off your cheeks, but didn’t have time to make your face any less puffy or red.  

Pressing the button to open the door you saw a crew member that you had never seen before, and she was wearing a crisp white uniform with a medical insignia, so you assumed she was a nurse.  Her alien features lit up when she saw you and began speaking desperately, 

“Lieutenant Y/N?” She asked, her eyes taking you in, puffy face and all. 

“Yes, that’s me.” You responded, still confused about why she was here. 

“Dr. McCoy sent me; he needs you in the medbay immediately.” She reported, speaking so fast you almost didn’t catch what she was saying.  Your heart leaped up into your throat.  Leonard needed you?  You thought.  Was it something about the breakfast you shared this morning? You wondered but were suddenly jerked out of your thoughts as you saw the urgent look on the nurse’s face. 

“What does he need?” You asked. 

“He didn’t say.  He just said to come and get you and that it was an emergency.”  She explained and motioned into the hallway for you to follow. 

“Yes, okay, well let’s go.” You blurted and followed her as she ran through the hallways to the medbay.  

The medbay looked a lot different than it had this morning.  People were buzzing around everywhere, but there was one room that most people seemed to be rushing in and out of.  

The nurse led you into that room, and you squeezed past the crowding mob of bodies until you saw what the commotion was about.  

1st Officer Spock was lying on one of the beds, a very large gash in his side, which was oozing green-black blood.  But what was really odd was that his skin was almost white, and you could see the veins and arteries traced under his skin, dark green lines spreading across his body.  The monitors were going crazy and you finally saw Leonard, barking orders at basically everyone.  He didn’t look like the kind, gentle man you’d met this morning, he looked like what his title entailed, Chief Medical Officer.  Finally his eyes rested on you and he looked relieved as he rushed towards you, his eye contact only breaking to shout some more orders at some more people.  Once he reached you he placed a hand on your shoulder firmly. 

“Thank the stars you are here, Y/N.  I need you to do something for me.” His eyes were kind but urgent, sweat glistening off his brow, and his hand on your shoulder shaking slightly.  

“What happened?” You asked quietly, eyes flicking to the prone officer on the bed.  You now suddenly saw Captain Kirk in the room by the window, his whole demeanor setting off a vibe of stress and anxiety, and it looked like he should be in a medical bed too.  His shirt was ripped and stained and he had blood dripping from a cut below his eye but he didn’t seem like he noticed as he leaned over Spock, a desperate worrisome look on his face.  

“Kirk and Spock just came back from an away mission and Spock got shot with some weird alien hand-gun-thing that seems to be causing disseminated intravascular coagulation, but he is not responding to the medication.”  Leonard explained frantically, almost speaking faster than the nurse had when she had come to your door.  He was about to continue when he saw your brows furrow. 

He sighed and continued, “disseminated intravascular coagulation is…”

“I know what it is, doctor,” You interrupted, meeting his desperate eyes, “Spock is forming clots in every one of his blood vessels, cutting off blood supply to just about everything.”

“Exactly,” he said, removing his hand from your shoulder and looking back to the chaotic room, “I need you to get me some…”

“Seabaene.” You finished his sentence for him, “Spock need Seabaene!  I have some in my lab!" 

You jumped up excitedly and Leonard’s face lit up. 

"Exactly!  And we need it fast…” But before you heard the rest of his sentence you were running out the door, pushing people out of the way and sprinting down the hallway to your lab. 

You slid into the open doors of your lab and reached the supply room where you kept dried Seabaene, as well as one vial of a salve already prepared.  You grabbed two bags of the dried leaves and the vial and turned, sprinting out of the room and back towards the medbay.  

Adrenaline coursed through your body, your heart hammering in your chest and your hands shaking around the supplies but you made it back to the medbay without stopping, pushing past people again to get back into the room.

Spock looked even worse than he had when you left; the dark green blood vessels had spread and were even more prominent under his deathly white skin.  The monitor that showed his vital signs were going crazy and his heart rate was insanely fast.  

You spotted Leonard, looking both frazzled and focused at the same time, if that was possible.  

“Leonard!” You yelled and his head sprung up from examining Spock and his gaze locked on yours.  

You threw him the vial of salve over Spock and Leonard caught it easily, removing the cap as soon as it was in his hands.  

“That should work; just spread it on his skin, as much as you can.” You instructed between breaths, willing your heart to slow down so you could focus.  

The doctor did just that and everyone became silent as they watched the monitors for signs of stabilization, but nothing happened.  Suddenly everyone’s eyes were on you.  You froze, locking eyes with Leonard, his face frozen in an expression of intense thought, and you could tell his brain was elsewhere, trying to think of another way to save Spock.  

Captain Kirk broke the silence as he yelled, “Dammit Bones, DO SOMETHING!" 

Your were racking your brain, trying to think of alternatives and why this wasn’t working.  You eyed the green blood oozing from his wound. 

"Dammit Jim, I am trying to think!” Leonard yelled back.  

“Well think faster!” Kirk yelled again, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.  

Leonard was about to respond when you realized what the problem was.  
“He’s Vulcan.” You spoke up, your eye moving back and forth as you realized what was wrong. 

“Half-Vulcan, yes.” Leonard responded, his head tilting questioningly as he was trying to figure out what you were getting at.  

“Seabaene works as it is absorbed into the skin, but don’t Vulcan’s have like a moisture-proof layer of epidermis or something?” You suggested, your mind desperately trying to draw from your lessons from the Academy.  

Leonard’s eyes lit up and his face broke out of its frustrated glare, “RIGHT!” He yelled, his hands setting the vial down as he moved around the bed towards you. 

“So instead of topically it needs to be, injected directly into his bloodstream.” You said.

“Injected directly into his bloodstream.”  Leonard said at the same time as you.  

You looked up at him and smiled into his relieved face for a moment before turning and ripping open the bag of Seabaene.  

“Genius.” He whispered and grabbed a solution for the both of you to begin preparing the injection.

The two of you worked in sync for a minute, Leonard handing you supplies and you prepared the injection.  

“Doctor! He’s crashing!” A nurse yelled, and you heard the monitor screeching like crazy.  

Leonard turned around and surveyed the monitors. 

“How much longer until that solution is ready?” He asked, his voice tense, but not demanding. 

“Just a few more steps.” You responded tersely, focusing all your energy on stopping your hands from shaking as you prepared the vial.  

“Well you better work fast.” You expected him to be yelling at you, as he did with everyone else, but he spoke kindly, though there was a sense of urgency in his voice.  

“Almost done…” You whispered, finishing up the last few steps as you heard the monitor screech out a loud tone, which you know meant his heart had stopped beating. 

The room exploded into chaos and a crash cart was brought in, Leonard barking orders once more to everyone. 

“Don’t shock him!” He yelled; to everyone’s, including your, confusion.  

“What the hell, Bones, hasn’t his heart stopped?” Kirk’s voice sounded strained and pleading. 

“Yes, Jim, but it doesn’t matter if we start it again if the blood that would be pumping out of it doesn’t go anywhere because of the clots.” Leonard explained urgently and suddenly you felt all eyes turn your way again.  

This was all on you.  The Seabaene was what was going to save Spock.  You gulped and quickly stirred the mixture together, pouring it into the hypo chamber.  The only sound in the room was the screeching tone of the monitor telling everyone that Spock’s heart was still not beating.  

“Done.” You stated as relief flushed through you, turning around and tossing it over to Leonard. 

The room was still tense as Leonard quickly injected the hypo into Spock’s neck.  Nothing happened for a second and you felt tears prick your eyes again; you had failed, in front of the Captain, in front of the crew, and in front of Leonard.  You looked down at your shoes in shame. 

But then the screeching stopped and was replaced with a steady beeping.  You looked up at the monitor to see that Spock’s vital signs were stabilizing.  The room erupted into cheers and hoots of triumph, and Leonard shook his head in disbelief and rubbed his hands over his face.  Kirk stepped over and patted Leonard on the back, looking especially happy, and they looked at each other in relief and gratefulness that their friend had survived.  Leonard began barking orders at the nurses, telling them to ready the OR for surgery to remove “all this god-damn shrapnel” from Spock’s injury.  

You decided your job was done and smiled as you stepped backwards, directly into a firm yellow wall.  It was Captain Kirk.  You hadn’t even noticed that he had come around to this side of the bed, and you turned to face him. 

“Sorry, Captain, I didn’t mean to run into you like that.” You said sheepishly. 

“No need to apologize Lieutenant, you just saved my 1st Officer’s life and I couldn’t be more grateful.” Kirk grinned and gently patted your shoulder.  

“Thank you sir, it was an honour.” You responded with a big smile. 

His crystal blue eyes sparkled as he said, “No, thank you, Lieutenant, and if you need anything, just ask, alright?  That’s an order.” He winked at you, his smile teasing and your heart leapt with pride. 

“Yes, sir.” You responded, grinning ear to ear.  

Kirk left you to return to Spock’s side and you left the room still smiling like an idiot.  

“Y/N, wait!” You heard a voice call behind you as you were about to leave the medbay.  

You spun around to see Leonard’s face just moments before he wrapped his arms around your waist and nearly lifted you off the ground in a big bear hug.   You involuntarily wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back, and as you pulled apart he planted a rough kiss on your cheek. 

“You were brilliant back there!” He exclaimed, his smile wide and beautiful, his hands still resting on your hips as if it was instinct to keep them there. 

“Nah, I believe that would have been you.” You teased, returning his smile, your hands resting on his forearms gently.  

“Seriously, though, I couldn’t have done it without you, darlin’.” He gushed. 

“Thanks, Leonard.” You replied, and you felt the flame that ignited this morning getting even brighter the longer you stared into his eyes.  

A flash of blue outside the medbay doors caught your eye and you glanced over to see a few of your mean classmates from the incident in the mess hall standing there.  They were all making googly eyes, winking and making obscene gestures at the scene that had just played out in front of them.  

Your heart dropped and your elation at the recent events plummeted.  You pulled away from Leonard’s hold on your hips and dropped your hands to your sides.  You looked back up at Leonard to see that he had followed your gaze outside and was now glaring darkly at the group.  They disbanded quickly and went on their way down the hall.  

Leonard looked back at you, but as soon as your eyes met you dropped your gaze to the floor and your arm reached over to grasp your other elbow.  You began to fold inwards on yourself.  

You could tell he wanted to say something and was about to when someone yelled that the OR was ready for Spock.  He hesitated and his hands moved forward as if he was going to touch you again, but another call from across the medbay sounded and he dropped his hands to his sides. 

You finally lifted your eyes to his, his face full of concern and unsaid words, but he pursed his lips and turned and ran back towards the OR.  

You were left standing there feeling empty, willing that sense of pride and elation to return.  You had just saved Spock’s life for stars-sake!  The Captain himself thanked you for your valiant effort.  And Leonard had hugged you and kissed you on the cheek.  But a sense of uncertainty made you feel empty, as if the most recent events didn’t actually happen.  You could only think of the ridicule and torture you would have to face every time you saw your classmates.  

You decided to return to your quarters and spend the night in; giving yourself the evening off from work because you thought you deserved it.  This day had been a roller coaster of emotions that was foreign to you.  You liked everything to be the same, day after day, and you had gotten into a routine on this beautiful ship.  All the emotions flooded through you now, from happiness at having breakfast with Leonard, to humiliation at lunchtime, to adrenaline and fear as they tried to save Spock’s life, to elation at actually saving his life, to just emptiness after it was all over.  

You curled up in your bed, feeling all these things, sleep overtaking you surprisingly quickly.  

-Thanks for reading!  P.t. 3 will be posted tomorrow!  Goodnight! - 

anonymous asked:

Between Reinhardt and Genji who would be better to help me unwind after a stressful day? Or do each of them have their own strengths in that? (Sfw and nsfw please?)

Oh, tango-ing with Mr. Reinhardt or Genji are we? With each of the men, you have different strengths…(of course…these are just things…I’ve heard…) Of course, who is better depends on you, dear student.

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Are you jealous?

Imagine Dean interrogating you after a date because he secretly has a crush on you.

Pairing: Dean xReader

Warnings: Might be alittle cheesy, but has definite fluff.

A/N: I really likewriting this; jealous Dean has always been my favorite. Feeling like I’m on aroll, please send requests or anything really. Would honestly love to hear from you guys! Okay, I hope you like it!

           As soft as you could, you close the door to the bunker. Cringing at the loud click it made as it settled, closed. Your black heeled sandals, dangling from your hand as you tip toe through the dark, careful not to wake the boys. It was two am; your date running way past you had expected it to.

           Suddenly, a corner of the bunker lights up in a sharp yellow glow. You look over, your hunter instincts going into over drive. But when your eyes land on the 6’1 hunter, your heart calms to a steady beat. His bow legs stretching in front of him, relaxing on top of the smooth desk, but he was anything but relaxed. His arms crossed along his chest, Dean’s jaw tight and stern.

           “Hi.” You tell him, pushing a piece of curled hair behind your ear. “You’re up late.”

           “It’s 2:30, Y/N.” He states,

           “Thanks for the update, dad.” You say jokingly towards him. The dad reference causing him to tighten his jaw even more than it was.

           “You said, you’d be back by eleven.” He says as you place your shoes by his on the desk, as your bare feet makes soft sticking sounds along the hard floor. When you don’t answer, his firm shoulders relax and he takes his legs off the table, turning to look up at you.

           “How was the date?” Clearing his throat, uncomfortably before asking. Your corners of your lips tug on your face, a small smile spreading along it.

           “It was good.” He raises one of his eyebrows,

           “That’s it? ‘It was good?’”

           “Yeah,” you take the seat across from him, pulling the short red dress down, as it started to rise up.

           “He was nice. We talked, he got me flowers, even said his favorite song was from Lionel Riche.”

           Dean scoffed while rolling his eyes. Was he jealous? You think and look him over. You’ve always had a thing for the eldest Winchester. If a ‘thing’ meant you had been madly in love with him for three and a half years, you quickly dismiss it. Knowing you shouldn’t mistake hope for reality.

           "Guy sounds like a tool.“

Moving your eyes from him, you sigh.

           “You’d know.” You tell him, you tried to make it sound like a joke but it came out harsher than you had intended. Looking at your hands, you missed the flash of hurt appear in his green irises but was quickly masked by a hard stare.

           “Exactly,” Agreeing with you, he looks up again, an uncomfortable silence falling after it. “Are you gonna see him again?”

           “Yeah, next Friday,” This time you don’t miss the small look. The only reason you went on that date was to get your mind off Dean. Yet the entire time, he was the only thing you could think about. Sitting with him, reading lore felt so much better than last night eating dinner with your date as you pretended to listen to him talk. Dean’s small look, gave you just enough confidence to fool yourself that maybe you weren’t the only one with feelings for the other.

           But you were going to rational, test the water. What better way, than to see if he got jealous. You’d get your answer as well as have a little fun.

           “Yeah, when he kissed me—“ You lied, but Dean quickly cut you off.

           “This guy kissed you?”

           Smiling, you respond, “Problem with that Winchester?” He ignores your question, replying with a quick ‘whatever’ before crossing his arms across his chest, again.

“Anyway, when he kissed me, I couldn’t stop but think about this other guy.” You continue and Dean looks at you causing you to give a sly smirk and keep talking. “The way he smiled or how his whole body moved when he laughed.” Dean groaned and shifted uncomfortably, the look of hope washing off his face.

           “Y/N, go talk to Sam about this stuff, I’m not one of your girlfriends, you gossip to.” I hope not. You think to yourself as you lean forward, so you’re closer to him.

           “But you know what I really couldn’t stop thinking about?” You tease, “His deep, entrancing green eyes.” Your heart beat faster as you prepared to say the next part, “They kind of look exactly like yours.”

           A smile spreads across his face, his eyes lighting up and your heart stops.

           “So, this guy…” Dean questions cautiously, his deep voice lowering to a whisper as he leans forward just like you were doing. “I’m guessing me and him have a lot in common?”

           “Some could say that you guys were practically the same person,” Your voice matching his, at the soft whisper. Unlike butterflies professional wrestlers fought inside your stomach when you felt small sparks as his lips inched closer toward yours. You couldn’t take the teasing any more.

           “Are you going to kiss me or not, you big moron?” You blurt out.

           He slips a hand behind your neck, pulling you into him and crashing his lips against yours. You place a hand along his cheek, his stubble pricking under your palm, deepening the kiss. You smile between entwined lips, a soft laugh bubbling out. He pulls away, his hand lingering on the back of your neck. The hairs standing up as he looks concerned at you.


           “I guess, I should cancel that date, huh?” You smile, your eyes matching his. A laugh replacing his worry.

           “If you don’t, I will.” He tells you and you pull away reaching for your phone in your purse, but Dean grips your wrist, gently. “I didn’t mean, right now. I want to finish some things first.” He jokes, lightly.

           “And what would that be, Winchester?” You reply, trying to keep up with his game.

           “I was thinking along the lines of…” He brushes his lips on yours, as a way to finish his sentence and you wrap your arms around him, resting on his shoulders.

           “I think we could use some more practice,” You smile through your words and he wrests his forehead against yours.

           “Couldn’t agree more.”


Healthy Snacks On-The-Go!

Busy day ahead? Your body will need nutritious and energy-packed snacks to keep you going. It’s not always easy to find the time to prep healthy snacks during your hectic work/school week - believe me, I understand! You want something tasty that only takes a few minutes to prepare, you can eat it with one hand and doesn’t result in a sugar crash? I’ve got you covered. These are my top 4 healthy snacks to eat on-the-go. Enjoy! 

Peanut Butter Stuffed Apple Slices 

Cut an apple into slices (I prefer green apples) then spread with peanut butter and sandwich them like a cookie. Just don’t go overboard on the PB! You can even add some muesli and raisins. Delicious!  

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Berry Smoothie

Blend: ½ cup almond milk. ½ cup greek yogurt, 1 cup frozen mixed berries, 1 tsp honey. If you have one of those travel mason jars with a straw, add some ice-cubes and enjoy it on the way to work or school. 

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Nut Butter Boat

Have you seen my almond butter recipe? If not, you can see it HERE. Load some celery sticks up with nut butter and top with some raisins or even a few almonds for some crunch! SO easy to eat on-the-go. 

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Cottage Style Fruit

This is super easy to whip up but you do need to keep it chilled until you are ready to eat it. Top ½ cup cottage cheese with ½ cup of your favourite fruit like bananas, mixed berries and pomegranate!

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femmeshark  asked:

I know if there was an easy solution to executive dysfunction, we'd know by now, but what are some strategies you can suggest to make it easier to do the things I need to do, when the meds just aren't cutting it? (1/2)

(2/2) I’m dealing with chronic pain & fatigue from late stage lyme, which has all made everything a lot harder and slower to do. it’s hard to tell if I’m having neurological symptoms of lyme , or its just the exacerbated adhd–either way, any tips?

Here are some strategies in no particular order:

  • Just put all the things in your electronic planner while people are telling you them—say, “Excuse me, I’m going to put this in my calendar right now so I don’t forget,” and then set a million reminders.
  • Just set a million reminders for literally everything. Set task reminders too so you can check them off. It is so satisfying.
  • Get a dog or cat and give them treats as you do parts of your daily routine, like taking meds or getting in bed. Then they will be anxious for you to do your routine and start nipping your elbows if you don’t get up and take your meds.
  • Set as many bills as possible to automatically pay. Call and ask if they can automatically pay if you can’t find out how to do it. See if you can set up an automatic payment through your bank. That even works for private landlords!
  • On good days, take fifteen minutes or half an hour to go through a drawer, cabinet, or box of stuff and throw out or give away most of it. The next time you have a good day, tackle a different drawer, cabinet, or box. Less stuff means less work.
  • Go to a hair stylist—maybe more expensive than Super Cuts—and ask for a “wash-and-wear” haircut.
  • Start buying Naked Green Machine smoothies. They’re expensive, but they’re vegetables with zero work or preparation required!
  • Check out @lowspoonsfood for more super easy ways to get food into your body. [Edit: Since I wrote this post there has been some sort of drama that I’m too tired to read about and some mods of lowspoonsfood are moving to @lowspoonsgourmet. At least, I think that’s what’s happening. Just check out both.]
  • Google Keep. It’s especially good for grocery shopping, especially when you live with family or roommates because different people can check things off the list as they put them in the cart. All the lists will automatically update.
  • Real Simple has cleaning checklists that you or someone else can follow. Seriously, they require no thought. My mom gave my brother and me chores—like, “clean the entire bathroom”—when I was a kid, and we would have been so much better at them if we’d had a checklist like these.
  • Look into grocery delivery services in your area. Usually the ones run by the stores themselves, like Amazon Fresh, Safeway, or Hy-Vee, are fairly affordable. Private delivery services like Instacart and Shipt vary widely in price.

That’s all I can think of right now. My brain is kind of lumpy.


Followers with chronic fatigue, how do you make the activities of daily living easier for yourself?

tvbookmusiclvr  asked:

Would you be willing to do a headcannon or prompt about preparing for the arrival of your first child with Steve Rogers? I would love to see what you come up with. Love you girly and I hope you have a wonderful day.

Originally posted by thatplaidnerd

“What about this colour?” Steve asked, pointing to a patch of daffodil yellow on the wall, “Or this one?” He pointed to a cream patch on the wall, “Or we could go for green, pink, blue…”

“Steve, honey,” You smiled, hand on his bicep, “I don’t think the colour matters this much. I’m happy with anything and the baby will be, too.”

Steve smiled, turning his body towards you, hands dancing over your six month bump, “I just want it to be perfect.” 

“And it will be, it already is perfect!” You told him, “We’re going to be a perfect little family.”

It wasn’t going to be easy, with Steve constantly being in danger and whatnot, but it was going to be perfect, “I promise you,” Steve mumbled softly, “that I will do everything I can to protect and support you and our baby… I love you, both.”

“I love you, too, Steve.” You whispered, pressing your lips against his. No, it definitely wouldn’t be easy but it would be worth it… After all, the child’s dad was Captain America and its Uncles and Auntie’s were the Avengers!


what they find the sexiest about you; for got7

Mark: Watching you get dressed. Nothing about watching a person get dressed sounds sane, and everything about it sounds downright creepy. As much as Mark likes to watch you get undressed, he also liked it when you got dressed. The way you clasp your bra hook, pull your underwear up your legs, slip your arms through the arm holes; it was unbelievably sexy. It was something so simple - wearing clothes - but you looked so inviting and he can’t help but bite his lip when he watches you. “Seriously Mark, if you keep looking at me like that, we’re going back to square one.” You say in a rushed tone, shimmying into a dark green dress you prepared for dinner with your parents tonight. Mark’s chuckle rumbles low in his chest as he simply watches the dress slip effortlessly onto your body, hugging all the curves and dents of your body, covering up the intimate parts he just saw a while ago. “Help me zip this up.” You collect all your hair and push it to the side, giving Mark a full view of your back. He sits up and places a kiss on the bare skin of your back. “You’re really sexy.” Mark’s deep voice sends chills down your spine and causes the heat between your legs to become moist once again. 

Jaebum: When you cook. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, they say. Though your cooking wasn’t the main reason as to why Jaebum fell head over heels in love with you, it’s something that he always looked for in his significant other. Using the knife, you expertly slide the chopped up kimchi from the chopping board into the pot, spilling nothing. You hum as you stir the pot of stew, throwing in spices and seasoning to add taste to the broth. Jaebum leans against the kitchen doorway, a smirk on his lips. “You gonna come here and taste it or what?” You suddenly say, catching Jaebum off guard. Was his presence that obvious? He strides into the kitchen and slips his hands around your waist, locking you in his hold. “How did you know I was watching you?” He asks, just as you bring a spoonful of soup to his lips for him to taste. He closes his eyes and hums in approval as the delicious flavors settle on his taste buds. “Your gaze is piercing, you know.” You tease, biting down on your lip as you turn around in his arms. “I just find it really sexy when you cook for me.” Jaebum steals a quick kiss before letting you go, only for you to grab his wrist to stop him. “Well, we can always have dessert before dinner.” 

Jackson: When you twirl your hair. The way your ash brown hair fell against your shoulders and shimmered in the afternoon sun had Jackson running his fingers through it. He was glad you loved it when he played with your hair because he would gladly do it all day. “What are we going to do today?” You ask him, your eyes still glued to the TV. Jackson studies your features with careful eyes as he continues to glide his fingers between your locks. “I don’t know, what do you feel like doing?” Looking at him, you grab a piece of your hair and start twirling it between your fingers as you think of things the two of you could do. “Well, we could go catch a movie?” You suggest, biting down on your bottom lip. However, you don’t notice that Jackson’s already zoned out, his eyes focused on your slender finger amidst your brown hair. “Or we could-” “Maybe we could just stay in and…. Do fun things.” Jackson interrupts, his finger trailing up from your thigh to your neck, where he places a kiss. He nuzzles his face in your hair and inhales the aroma of the coconut shampoo you use and he thinks, ‘yeah, he’s really going to have fun at home’.

Jinyoung: When he catches you reading a book. You’d never admit it - but you were just as much of a bookworm as Jinyoung was. Jinyoung yawns and stretches as he walks out of the room, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees you sitting comfortably in his reading chair with one of his older books in your hands. A sly smile spreads across his lips when he watches you flip a page of the book ever so gently, as if the pages were made of glass. Your legs are crossed over one another as you perch it on one of the shelves, and the way you looked so sexy right then and there. Jinyoung always found it sexy when a woman was immersed in a book, and he was completely overjoyed and also turned on finding you like this. He quietly sneaks up behind you and kisses the top of your head. You gasp, shutting the book and placing it behind you. “Good morning, my little bookworm.” Jinyoung teases. “I was just looking.” You lie, placing the book back at its rightful place on the shelf. “Mmhm, is that so?” He quirks an eyebrow, plopping down on the area you were just sitting on a second ago. He pats his lap, inviting you and you give in, already feeling embarrassed enough that he caught you reading one of his books. You hide your face in his chest and he chuckles, running his hand up and down your sides. “You know,” he starts, “I think you look really sexy when you read.” You lift your head up from Jinyoung’s chest and he looks at you with lust-filled eyes, quickly kissing your lips passionately. Jinyoung smirks into the kiss, realizing that he won’t be using his reading chair just for reading anymore.

Youngjae: When you sing. Singing isn’t your forte but you like to do it anyway. You never sang in front of Youngjae because god forbids that he should hear the way you sing. It was horrible, in your opinion. Little did you know that Youngjae had heard it one too many times, and in all honesty, it sounded sexy as hell. Your voice is husky when you sing, and it made Youngjae feel things it normally wouldn’t make people feel. You think that Youngjae’s not back from practice yet so you take this as a chance to unleash your hidden hobby of ‘horrible’ singing. You sway your hips as you sing in the shower, lathering your body with soap as you scrub and sing away. Youngjae presses his ear to the door and his ears are filled with the sound of running water and your voice. He smiles as he carefully turns the doorknob, letting himself in the shower. He quickly undresses himself and it is only when he steps into the shower area do you stop singing. You gasp when you turn around and come face to face with your boyfriend. “Y-youngjae!” You hide your face from embarrassment - how long has he been listening to your horrendous singing? “You sing pretty well.” He says, pulling you closer to his body, the water soaking the both of you. You slowly drop your hands down to your side, though your cheeks were still rosy from being embarrassed. Youngjae tucks a wet strand of hair behind your ear, and he knows that this shower is going to be a pretty long one.  

Bambam: When you pout. You pouting was Bambam’s ultimate weakness, without you even realizing it. “They aren’t open today, I think.” Bambam says as the phone rings for the 8th time with no answer. He puts down the phone and looks through his contacts to find another eatery that he thinks might be open. “I don’t think a lot of shops are open today.. It’s a holiday anyway.” He shrugs, his finger hovering over the call button of a korean restaurant nearby. You watch him intently as he puts the phone to his ear, only listening to the countless of rings that chime. You sigh when he finally puts down the phone, no one on the other end. “We have nothing to eat.” You pout, crinkling your nose. Bambam’s eyes flutter to your pouty lips and he swallows. Your lips looked so plump and full and so, so kissable. He just wants to kiss that pout off your face. Bambam runs his fingers through your hair and thumbs your cheek. “We could always do something to distract us from the hunger.” He says, leaning forward to capture your lips in a deep kiss. 

Yugyeom: When your brows crease. You had the habit of furrowing your brows when you were thinking hard about something, so Yugyeom secretly loved it when it was exam period because that was when you studied an awful lot. You place the tip of your pen on your forehead as you stare at a question, unable to formulate a sensible answer for it. Unknowingly, you furrow your brows and frown as you crack your brains, flipping through your textbook to help you in solving the question. Yugyeom places a cup of water on the dining table and takes a seat next to you, resting his head on his palms. He always finds it sexy when you were thinking about something, because it made you look really smart, which you were. Your brows remain creased even as you jot down the answer, unsure of whether it was accurate. “Oh, thanks Yugyeom.” You say once you realize he’s given you your cup of water. “Mm.” He replies, too focused on you to reply properly. You chuckle and shake your head, getting back to your question but Yugyeom interrupts you. “Yah, Y/N, I think you need to destress.” He says, placing his hand on your upper thigh. You eye his hand and your eyes flicker back to his face, and you know exactly what he wants. And you were going to give it to him. 

I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been mentioned before, but canned chicken is a huge lifesaver for me and it’s very easy to make a chicken salad that tastes great and can be modified for whatever you have handy. It’s a good way to get a lot of calories and protein in a simple dish which can help a lot with energy levels! Plus, it’s very easy to have some salad greens on the side to balance out a meal.

To make a really basic chicken salad, you need:

- canned chicken
- mayo (or basically any creamy spread like yogurt or sour cream– mayo gives the plainest flavor, but it’s not the only option)
- seasonings (my top three are salt, pepper, and minced onion. Dried minced onion lasts forever and can be found in a big canister that’s relatively cheap and great for adding to almost any dish. I’ll suggest some various combinations below that use other spices that you might be able to have on hand.)

1) Open the can and drain the chicken. You might be able to find cans with a peel-off top, and you can press the lid back down over the chicken as you drain over a sink to avoid having to find a strainer.
2) Dump the chicken into a bowl. You don’t need much space beyond enough to hold the amount you plan to eat, so a mixing bowl is not necessary. It can all be done in a single dish.
3) Depending on energy level, you can break up the pieces of chicken before you add any ingredients. It’s not necessary, but you may prefer the chicken salad to be more shredded or more chunky. You can use your fingers or a fork to break up the pieces.
4) Add about one large spoonful of mayonnaise per small can of chicken. The exact ratio is up to you, but a little goes a long way.
5) Add salt, pepper, minced onion, and any other seasonings you want. I’ll offer some suggestions for nice combinations below, but those three work well most of the time.
6) Mix the salad with a fork and eat on bread, over greens, or by itself.

There are unlimited ways to prepare a chicken salad and I have found it to be a great way to absorb some leftovers. Here are some combinations that work well:

- dried cranberries and sliced or whole almonds
- pistachio and lemon/citrus juice (I like to keep a container of lemon juice in the fridge to avoid having to squeeze it ever time. Store-bought works just great, so don’t worry about having to squeeze it yourself.)
- cucumber and dill (this is a great one if you have yogurt or sour cream as a base instead of mayo)
- dried or fresh tomato and bacon bits (great for a sour cream base)
- substitute some of the mayo for hot sauce if you like it spicy
- substitute pesto for mayo
- dried cherries and walnuts
- ranch seasoning (you can find this in a jar with the other spices and it’s great with the sour cream base)

There are lots of seasoning mixes that are extremely easy to use to spice up a basic chicken salad and it’s very forgiving. Stopping and starting while you’re preparing it doesn’t make any difference, so it’s good if you need to take breaks or split it up. You can double or triple a recipe very easily or buy a bigger can of chicken to start with and just eat some at a time because it refrigerates very well for about a week. It works well if you’re only able to do one or two meals a day, too, because it has a lot of fuel to keep your body going until you’re able to do more! I really recommend picking up a bag of salad greens to go with it, too, and most vinaigrettes or Italian dressings taste very good poured over everything.

I hope someone finds this helpful! Other canned meats like tuna can be used for most of these suggestions, too, though they require a bit more work for draining the liquid off and you should use even less mayo to avoid it being too soupy.

Imagine being Cas's sister and Dating Dean while he has the mark. (10x22 based)

“I Took down a monster because I had to, because that’s what I do.” Dean stared at you coldly as he placed his gun back into his pocket, you stood in front of a tall pile of book, between the dead bodies of two members of the Styne family, just staring at him. “And I will continue to do that until…”

“You become the monster, and then there will be no one to stop you.”

“No you see because I know no one will let that happen.”

“When you do turn though, because it is already changing you, everyone you know and love, including Sam will be dead, except for me and Cas. We will be the ones who have to watch you murder the world.”

“So why don’t you just leave.” He hissed, his words cutting you like an angel blade

“Because Cas is your friend and I love you.”

“Do you always keep secrets from the people you love?”

“What are you…”

“You really didn’t think I would find out about your guy’s little plan, that you burned the wrong book.”

“That book is the only way we can stop this!”

“How do you know? You can’t read it, and even if you could, who knows if you will find a spell that could get this shit off my arm, what will it cost? Because I can grantee you that it will not come cheap and it is going to magic you have to pay for in blood. So thanks Princess but I’m good.”

“No you aren’t, and I’m not accepting that as an answer. I will find a way…”

“I don’t love you.” His gaze went to the floor.

“I don’t believe that either, and if there is even the slightest chance that I can save you, I’m not letting you leave this room.”  

“And whose going to stop me?” He looked at me, his green eyes teasing me to swing or hit him, and he even knew I wouldn’t.

“I will.”

That’s when he lunged, knocking you off your feet, his body over you as he punched you one hit after the other till your face was covered in blood. when he was finally done, he got up and started to leave, however you willed yourself up and softly pleaded, “Dean, Stop.”

He stopped and turned around, anger filling his eyes as he started walking back towards you. You were more prepared this time as he punched you again in the face, he turned as though you had fallen over allowing you to grab him from behind, however then the back of his skull collided with your face, allowing your grip to loosen. He grabbed hold of your arm and twisted it behind you before leading you to the table, where he grabbed your hair and proceeded to slam your face into it several times before throwing you to the ground. You laid there for a second before you heard his footsteps going away from you. However just seconds later they were coming back towards you, you knew exactly why to. For when he flipped you over you saw the silver angel blade in his hand, ready to plunge it into you. He once again straddled you and placed a hand on the wood by your head. He looked into your eyes and with acceptance in your face and voice you got out an, “I love you Dean.”

His face softened only slightly and then he plunged the angel blade down.

“Tell our dicks of brothers to stay away from me, same goes for you. Because the next time this happens I will not miss.” He growled as he got up to walk away, leaving you with nothing but an angel blade in your lore book about Frankensteins.

  • Aries: Any form of body positivity that bases itself on a principle of everyone being beautiful is sweet, but not necessarily very helpful. Try considering body positivity in terms of general health, or the ability to kill a grown human if necessary, or your body being irrefutably proven to exist through scientific testing.
  • Taurus: Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe up. Breathe down. Breathe east. Breathe north. Breathe ultramarine. Breathe the lucid red of eyes closed shut against a bright light. Breathe every shade of green in a young forest. Breathe philosophically. Breathe metaphorically. Breathe metaphysically.
  • Gemini: This week is going to be a big one. Really big. Approximately the equivalent of 2.5 weeks, compressed into one. Prepare yourself accordingly.
  • Cancer: A new career awaits you. It is waiting. Outside your door. It becomes impatient. Go to it. Tell it to leave. Then go back to whatever the hell you were doing before.
  • Leo: Today's horoscope brought to you by an actual lion: "Raaaawwwwwwr. Mrrrowwwwaaarrr. *feline chirping*. *eats a bug*."
  • Virgo: Flattery will get you Nowhere. It is the only way to get there.  Flatter the fortune teller, flatter the ferryman, flatter the three-eyed bird guarding the gate, and you will find yourself in Nowhere.
  • Libra: You'll need to make your own luck this week! Be environmentally responsible and always make your luck out of sustainable materials, like bamboo, hemp, and common local birds.
  • Scorpio: When you feel overwhelmed, sing a little song. Make sure the lyrics are inoffensive and non-blasphemous. It can only be in 4/4 time and must follow a I-IV-V-I chord progression. Check with your local music industry law professional to avoid plagiarism lawsuits.
  • Sagittarius: The summer wind is near. It blows dust, leaves, gnats, and lolling lazy days your way. It blows through your hair and clothes and skin and bones, infiltrating your cells and your soul. Let it in. Let. The wind. In.
  • Capricorn: Dude, you need to, like, chill. Also, check out the mix tape I left under your pillow. Sweet beats, dude.
  • Aquarius: This is not the end of the world. That was months ago. This is the beginning of the new one. You should be honored to witness it.
  • Pisces: Elephants for president! Not like, the Republicans represented by a graphic of an elephant. But like I have a few actual elephants in mind that I'd like to see run. I think you'd be supportive.
why am I still dating black women

A tall, Blonde, hazel eyed Aryan Beauty walked into my Black-owned, professionally-hood barber shop today, greeted by a cascade of compliments, as each patron’s brown eyes followed her from the very moment she got out of her car.

She had successfully made it pass the dozen Brown Skinned Beauties standing outside of the barbershop, staring daggers at her.

There are always at least a dozen Black Women standing outside my barbershop, dressed in club attire, hair freshly done, make-up on point, high heel game vicious, wearing their best body suit or mini skirt.

These Women have careers, own businesses & are in grad school, pre law, & pre med, yet they commute at least once a week to stand in front of a barbershop, like it is a night club line, for at most an hour, until a man notices them enough to approach her and ask her for her number on his way in, or out of the barber shop.

But when they saw this Stacy Keibler
looking young woman stroll onto their territory,

tossing her hair as she walked,
they automatically assumed she was

entering the nail shop right next door,
which is why they allowed her to pass them.

After she walked into the barbershop,
however, needless to say, they were noticeably disgruntled.

Before she walked in, out of the periphery
of my eye, I saw a group of Black Men,

previously all having separate conversations,
simultaneously migrate from their chairs,

and stampede towards the huge storefront
window; like a heard of antelope about

to hurdle over Mufasa’s dead corpse.

“It’s snowing out here!” – one man yelled

with a smirk, obviously referring to the fact,
the young woman was “White”.

“Ooooo the cutie got a little booty too,”

- another man generously exaggerated,
scrunching up his eyes,

mouth and; face as he uttered the words
“cutie, booty and ooooo” respectively.

“You know that’s Gus’ old lady don’t cha?”
- a barber warned, with a mischievous smirk.

Gus is one of my acquaintances.
The word “friend” or “homie” wouldn’t

be appropriate for me to use, as it
implies Gus and I being like minded.

Despite this mutually know nuance,
Gus greeted me with the “homie hug”

as he dapped up and showed love
to every man in the shop, including me.

“Ebrahim Aseem, what up young sir,” he said, greeting me.

He did this, not just as a greeting.
Rather, he wanted to flaunt something to us.

He was showing off his trophy that was
holding onto his left hand with her right.

His newly wed wife.

I knew his wife before she even became
his fiancee. I went on a double-date with her,

Gus and a Brown Skinned Eritrean Beauty
last summer, when the weather was warmer,

and the “snow” wasn’t exclusively
occupying the forecast of Gus’ heart.

She smiled at every man in the shop,
while accompanying Gus on his homie-hug rodeo.

But when she saw me, she said,

“A-braham! Omg how is your little
cheesecake catering business going?

My mother loved those Oreo Cheesecakes
I ordered from you.”

And gave me a hug, as I sat in the barber chair.

The stain of envy painted on the faces
of every man in the shop, except Gus,

resembled the color of the type of
smoothie morbidly obese men drink,

as they prepare for their “summer body”.

Green. Their faces were green with envy,
because this Caucasian goddess was giving me attention.

In the Black Male community,
there is a mental pedestal on which

many men place White Women,
as they view them considerably

more desirable than Women of their OWN race.
Gus, was not an exception to this rule,

which is why he was parading his
newly wed wife in a Black barber shop,

in front of a group of thirsty wolves.
Unbeknownst to me, this would be

a forum for one of the most racially
confrontational debates I have ever taken part of.

“Business is going well,” I responded in a
voice much deeper than her seemingly squealing-tone.

“I see you’re not wearing a wedding band Mr. Aseem,”
she continued, visibly taken aback,

“why the hell are you still dating black women?

I know a couple of my girls from the East
who would love to marry a great guy like you.”

You would expect the crowd of men to fall
silent at the echoing of such a racially loaded question right?

Well, if this is your expectation,
you’re under estimating the degree

to which many Black Men worship
the ground White Women walk on.

Those idiots smiled and chuckled,
practically giving her a pass for

such a statement. I, on the other hand,
wasn’t as forgiving.

“Why the hell am I still dating Black Women?”
I quoted, mocking her ignorance with my tone.

“Because none of them would ever disrespect
my race the way you just did.”

“She’s just keeping it real,”
Gus smirked, so smugly,

that I almost felt more
disgusted with him than her.

“No disrespect A-braham,” she explained,
piggy-backing off of her husband.

“But Black Women do indeed
disrespect your race all the time.

Twerking? Please, and not to
mention their constant sista-girl attitude.

I swear, you would think they’re
on their periods non-stop.”

Suddenly, I smiled, because I realized
what was transpiring right before my brown eyes.

This seemingly-bold woman
was not disrespecting Black Women

With her OWN words. She was being loyal
to her man’s words, albeit offensive, to his own race.

I had heard that “non-stop period” remark
repeatedly from Gus, when he would

complain about his child’s mother,
how she was so immature, so angry,

so bipolar, and yet, he was the one
who made the choice to sleep with

her immature, angry, bipolar
ass in the first place.

Many Black Men talk down about
Women of their OWN race to their

girlfriends of other races, in a
twisted effort to build those women up.

And “talk down about” is putting it mildly.
They will tell their girlfriends:

“Black Women never want to do fun things, like snorkeling with the dolphins and white-water rafting, because they’re too concerned with getting their nappy hair wet.”

“Black Women always have something smart-ass to say, even when they’re wrong, because their insecurities make them feel they always have to defensively get the last word.”

“Black Women are completely fake, hair, make-up, nails, ass, even when she’s being nice, she is only doing that to hide her anger. Everything is an act with them.”

“Black Women treat their man like she’s his mama. They baby you, constantly correct you, then have the condescending nerve to ask why you’re aren’t acting like a man.”

“Black Women want to be the man, and wear the pants in the relationship.”

“Black Women are extremely undomesticated. They can’t cook, clean, wash clothes, and have no intention to make a house or cater to a man.”

“Black Women always want to hit you with that “sista” attitude whenever you say something she disagrees with. Yet, when she’s wrong about something, she’s as quiet as a mouse, never willing to openly admit when she’s wrong.”

“Black Women are always mugging & frowning for no reason. They rarely, if ever, smile and she only smiles when she’s really mad or upset about something, which is psycho. You know she’s mad about something when she’s smiling or laughing, with her evil ass.”

Black Men tell their White Girlfriend
Latin Girlfriend

Filipino Girlfriend
Indian Girlfriend

Samoan Girlfriend
And any woman other then Black women

these stereotypical insults of Black Women
as a form of inception, in hopes to

pump their heads up with a
false sense of superiority.

This self racist form of incept-psychology
does not work on Strong Minded Women,

no matter her race.
Yet, it will work perfectly on any woman

who’s insecurity level is low enough
that she would allow a man

to slander any woman in front of her,
regardless of that woman’s race.

With this in mind, I directed my retort of his
wife’s ignorant assertion to Gus and her, simultaneously.”

“Do you ever question how Gus can
talk down so much about women

of his own race, when his OWN mother
is a Black Woman?,” I asked her, rhetorically.

“How can you as a woman acquiesce
to your husband’s slandering of other women,

no matter their race? And How can you
talkshit about Black Women and call

yourself a real father bruh, you have children
by Black women. Your OWN daughter is a Black Woman.”

They interrupted me while I was speaking,
but I kept talking through their rebuttals.

“I love Black culture Mr. Aseem,” she defended,
“I plan on giving birth to mixed Black

babies with him. My husband is a strong,
Black man. I love everything about his culture.”

“Just because you choose to only date Black Men,”
I retorted, “does not mean you love Black culture.

No. You just love Blackdick.
Be honest with yourself.”

“I don’t have to apologize for loving Black men,”
she defended, carefully transposing the word

I used for “men”, to hide what was her true love.
“You just love who you love, race doesn’t matter.”

“If that’s true,” I responded calmly,
“and race indeed doesn’t matter,

why then do you question my reasons
for choosing to still date Black Women?”

“Because you’re limiting yourself, A-braham,”
she replied, mispronouncing my name for the umpteenth time.

“There is so much more out there than
what you’re subjecting yourself to.

I have a Filipino girlfriend who would
be perfect for you. She’s more on your

mental level, but if you choose to keep
entertaining ghetto, ratchet, loud, mean,

Homely-looking, weave-wearing, rude,
classless women, with an attitude,

you will be waiting a long time
to be a husband. Statistics show

Black Women are the lowest percentage
of women who marry.

I just don’t want you to
run an unwinnable race.”

“Please stop calling me “A-braham, it’s E-bruh-heem,”
I corrected, in the most polite way I could.

“The type of classless women you
just described come in ALL races.

Being uncouth is not exclusive to
Black women. Nether are weaves.

In fact, the usage of weaves &
Extensions in this country has always

been dominated by Caucasian women.
And it’s not a bad thing if White women,

or green women for that matter,
choose to wear added hair,

that’s their choice. But please understand,

not all Black women are the same,
even with that said, the classless

Black woman you just described
is far few in between.

Don’t let reality tv fool you,
nor dictate to you the cultural behaviors

of a whole race of people,
based purely off of staged television shows.”

“I’m not basing it off tv,” she defended.

“The pack of hood rats huddled up
outside is proof I’m not being racist.

Gus told me they come here everyday,
fishing for a man like you.

You and I both know, there’s a reason
none of those ratchets have yet to catch your eye.

It’s because you, like many men in your culture
are too strong, intelligent and successful

to ever give any of those girls the time of day.
They claim they want a good man,

yet have they ever had one?
Do they know how to attract and keep one?

No, because judging by their immature
mentality and poor actions,

they don’t deserve a strong,
black husband like mine.”

My mother is a Black Woman, you know,”
I replied. “She raised me in Fillmore,

just blocks away from here.
Are you saying, because my mother

grew up in a Black neighborhood,
she doesn’t deserve a strong Black husband?”

“Of course not,” she answered,
extremely apologetically. “I can tell your

mother is an amazing Black woman,
she raised and sculpted a king of a Black man.

But it is her who deserves a Good Black man,
not some ghetto, uneducated young woman,

with no class, with no career,
no degree and nothing to show for herself.

Look, I’m very sorry if you felt I indirectly
disrespected your mother in any way.

I would never disrespect anyone’s mother,
especially a good Black mother, because

I know how hard it is for them
to raise a bunch of kids by herself.”

“You know, those girls out there are
somebody’s mother,” I enlightened her.

“Every Black woman you see is
somebody’s sister, somebody’s daughter

and somebody’s mother
and they all deserve respect.”

“I understand that, I’m so sorry if I offended you,”
she apologized. “But I deserve respect as well.

Why don’t I deserve a strong black man?”

“I never said you didn’t,” I corrected.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she continued.
“I just assumed you were saying you had a

problem with my dating your friend,
because he’s a Black man and I am a White woman.”

“Well you assumed wrong,” I corrected.
“I have Caucasian ancestors somewhere

in my ancestry, so for me to feel that way
would be ignorant and hypocritical.

But for me to stop dating Black Women,
as you suggested, would not only be ignorant,

it would be a slap in the face to
my own mother, who is a Black Woman.”

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” she replied.
“Gus’ mother loves me and she knows

her son choose a woman who is not afraid
to treat her son like a man.

And respect him like one.
That’s what you deserve.

You don’t deserve to be with a woman
who isn’t willing to change for you

and be submissive for you sometimes.
You have to ask yourself, is that

what you are willing to settle for

just because you want to marry
a woman the same race as your mother.”

“Is that why you think Gus married you?”
I asked her with a slight smile.

“Understand, this man loves you.
But you have to ask yourself why

have so many of the Black Men
you’ve dated felt the need to base

their love for you on slandering Black Women
as a whole? Why is the best complement

a Black Man can give you, “you treat me
like a man, while these sistas always

want to control me and act like they’re my mother.”?
That it’s self is no compliment.

It is a compliment by default.
Notice every thing these Black men

who say they “don’t date Black Women”
love about White Women is

an inverted contrast to a characteristic they as men
feel women of their own race either lack or display poorly.”

“So you’re saying I only love my woman,
because her character and personality

is the opposite of many Black Women?”
Gus asked with a smirk, breaking his silence.

“No, that’s what you’re saying every time you,
the father of a Black girl,

say that you don’t date Black Women,”
I answered. “What I am saying is for

a Black man to love a White Woman
is a beautiful thing. But for any Man

to say he doesn’t date any woman
of his own race, the same race as

his mother, that is ignorant. Love has no color.
How then can you say you choose not to love

a woman just because of her color?
Not only is that ignorant, that’s a half truth.

The truth is any Man who says they
can not date any woman of their

OWN race, because of her race,
is really admitting he is a coward.

“Oooooo,” many men in the shop responded.

“So you’re calling my man a coward?”
She snapped in shock.

“Absolutely,” I responded in my normal
deep tone of voice. “In your own bible,

It says Jesus said, ‘a man will be easier
received and welcomed in a forgiven land

than in his OWN. The excellency of wisdom
in this scripture highlights the ease one is

acclimated into a foreign environment
or culture compared to their own.

As strict as a child’s family is, rather that
child be White, Black, Dominican, Indian,

Greek or otherwise, that child knows a
family outside of their culture will always

treat them with and receive them with more ease,
in regard to confronting their

shortcomings or disciplining their misbehavior.
Simply put, Men who say they

“don’t date women of their own race”
say that, because they are too cowardly

and weak minded to be in a relationship
with a strong woman of their own race,

who will tell him when he is wrong,
call him on his B.S. and correct him.

I live in an upscale apartment building
in downtown San Francisco, right by

the Bay Bridge, and nearly all of the
White Men who live in my building

are married to Asian women.
Nearly all the Asian men who

live in my building are dating Indian women.
I’m happy they found love. Love has no race.

Yet, if these men choose to be with these
women solely because of the color of their skin,

and purely because the don’t date
women of their OWN race, they are

not only cowards, they are falsifying
their love for the women they are with.

Love has no race.
Spirits have no race.

We are all spirits, wrapped in the human
Form, like a gift wrapped inside a box.

Who cares what color the box is?
It’s the treasure inside that is to be valued, not it’s container.

People who only date “light skin people”
or only date “dark skin people” are ignorant.

I have never seen a heart love more or love less,
based on the skin color of the person the heart resides in.

Lightskin does not mean prettier.
Darkskin doesn’t mean ugly.

Lightskin doesn’t mean one is stuck-up or SOFT.
Darkskin doesn’t mean one is humble or HARD.

White doesn’t mean she’s slEASY or submissive.
Black doesn’t mean she’s Ghetto or uneducated.

Latin doesn’t mean she has an Attitude or is crazy.
Asian doesn’t mean she’s timid and weak minded.

Filipino doesn’t mean she’s irrational or homicidal.
Pretty doesn’t mean she’s Bipolar or cocky.

When we limit ourselves or judge people
based off race or the color of their skin,

we allow ourself to miss out on the
most compatible person for us.

I learned as a man, we have to stop
trying to CONTROL a strong minded women.

In that same regard, we have to STOP placing
labels on women, as “submissive” or “non-submissive”.

A weak woman and a submissive woman are not the same.

Strong women are constantly misunderstood
as “crazy” or “annoying” by weak males

who aren’t man enough to handle her.
Shes not “crazy” she’s passionate.

She’s not “bipolar” she just treats
people differently, based off how THEY treat HER.

She’s not “talking back” she just speaks
her mind, despite what anyone feels or thinks about it.

A strong minded woman will NEVER
be submissive to a weak man.

If she sees he cannot assume the Alpha role,
she will walk all over him.

A strong minded woman
will happily submit herself mentally to a

strong man who mentally DEMANDS her respect
with his mentality,

Who can respect her enough NOT to try and
change her and who can assume the ALPHA role.

The reason many men don’t wife or cuff
strong minded women,
or say they don’t date women of their own race

is, because he subconsciously
feels inferior to her intelligence.

“SHUT UP” is a term

weak men with limited vocabulary use
to silence a woman who speaks her mind.

We have to Man up our mentality.

If she talks too much,
It’s because we as men are not doing enough.

Taking control of a woman’s MIND with
our conversation will render her SPEECHLESS.

The reason strong minded women
have a smart mouth & talk back

Is not because she’s “masculine” NO.

She knows she can play a man’s Alpha role
better than him, With her intelligence.

and can we as men STOP trying to
CONTROL a strong woman?

Some men say, “but I need a woman to listen to me, not correct
Me! treat me like a MAN dammit!

First of all, how much a woman listens to us
Is NOT a reflection of how much of a man we are.

If a man feels that, he obviously has
Very low self esteem.

Second, by a man choosing ONLY
Weak, submissive women who he KNOWS

Will never challenge anything he says,
It shows he is SCARED of a woman’s strength.

If the only way a man is attracted or aroused by the
Company of a woman is if she bows down to him,

That is scary, and the early stages of
Him being on the down low. Oh, trust me.

You get off on power struggle huh?
You like a woman to treat you like you’re her daddy huh?

Yeah, that’s a weak man.
A real STRONG man can humble himself to listen to his woman.

A KING has no intention of trying to
Change or CONTROL a queen,

He WANTS his woman to be just as strong and outspoken as
Him, with her OWN mind, because he knows,

His woman’s strength is a reflection of his.
Iron sharpens iron.

As men, we have to allow our strong Woman
to be the iron that sharpens our iron.

As men, We must STOP choosing to cuff these weak women.

A weak female can never compare to a Strong Minded Woman.

A strong woman knows how
to submit herself mentally.

she’s just waiting for a strong man
to prove himself worthy

who can assume control as the alpha.
a weak man knows

he isn’t strong enough mentality
to play the ALPHA male role.

So he cuffs a weak woman
so he will be the alpha by default.

All men are not dogs.
All men are not incapable of being monogamous .
All men are not incapable of engaging in deep thought.

The reason strong women
constantly get their heart broken,

by lying cheating men is, because
those women are subconsciously attracted

to something about that weak man who
Lies & fronts, pretending to be sweet &

caring & strong when those men are really weak.
A strong woman must protect her self

from heartbreak by never allowing
a weak lying man to have her heart,

just because he throws down in bed,
or makes her feel beautiful,

or because she is so physically attracted to him.
Strong women innately have a women’s intuition.

All women can tell when they
first meet a man if he is full of B.S., lying or playing a role.

Some women simply choose to turn of her blinders
just because she is feeling him & catching feelings.

A strong woman never has to Dumb down
her strength to attract a man.

Her mental strength is like a magnet,
It will repel weak metal minded men,

And attract a strong ROCK of a man.

I refuse to stop dating Black Women,
because if I do, with those actions,

I would be telling my mother she’s not
worthy of being chosen by the type

of strong man she raised.

I would be telling my future daughter
she’s not worth enduring challenges

that a man may face in building a relationship with her.

I would be disrespecting The Holy Spirit,
who choose women to give life

and who choose life to originate on African soil.

Every human originated from the womb
of an African woman,

and for me to choose not to date any of them,
because of their skin color,

would be disrespect to the ONE who created me.

Besides, I’m not afraid of a strong minded woman.
I prefer a woman with a smart mouth and a little attitude.”

I filled my cheeks up with air,
so my barber could finish shaving my beard.

Once he finished lining me up,
I grabbed my phone,

Navigated to my ‘Notes’ app And begin
Typing up as much of the conversation as I could remember.

By: Ebrahim Aseem


Not Requested. Something I did a while back.


You were treading carefully, ensuring your footsteps were unheard by the nest of vampires you, Sam, and Dean were venturing into. Dean nodded silently to you, and the brothers turned down a separate hallway, going to decapitate the vampires. That left you to go rescue to the humans they were using as blood bags.

You jumped as you heard the screams of the vampires coming from somewhere in the house, and started moving your legs faster and faster until you were full on running, shoving the door open to revel four people tied to chairs, paled from blood loss. One by one you slit the ropes off their wrists, watching two of them slumping forward into an unnatural position, knowing the men were dead. The other two women were conscious but unable to walk, and you had to support both of their weight before you could start to make the journey to the impala.

The screams were becoming less frequent as you made your way outside. You prayed the boys were safe as you slid the two women into the backseat, taking their thankful smiles as reassurance they were alright. Soon after the screams stopped completely, but the boys were nowhere in sight. You quickly grabbed your machete and ran back into the building, fearing for the boys as you speed walked down the hallway the boys disappeared in, and found the room in which they slaughtered the vampires.

The next few minutes were the worst of your entire life. You saw Sam crouched over a body, his machete laying beside him, all but forgotten. You rushed to his side, wondering where the love of your life happened to be at this moment. Time seemed to stop then, as you saw the bloody figure Sam was tending to. Dean was laying almost unmoving, his eyes drooping as if he hadn’t slept in days. You quickly grabbed onto his hand and screamed his name.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, straining to open his eyes.

“Yes, Dean, baby. I’m right here.” You told him, squeezing his hand. You felt a slight pressure in response, and you knew you were losing him. Tears started to cloud your vision as you took in his broken form.

“Don’t cry, baby. Please, stop crying. I love you.” He said lazily, using the last of his strength. You tried to stop the water flowing from your eyes but it was next to impossible, like stopping the blood gushing from the wound in his side.

“Sammy?” He questioned quietly. His brother looked up, and responded with a quiet yes.

“Take care of her for me. Do whatever you have to do, just make sure she’s okay, that she’s never alone. Please Sammy. Take care of (Y/N). ”

“Of course Dean.” Sam responded, silent tears flowing from his cheeks. Dean flashed you two his signature grin before his hand went limp in yours, before the light left his beautiful green eyes that you had spent so many hours staring into.

“Sam, get those girls out of here. They’re probably scared out of their minds.” You whispered, not letting go of Deans hand.

Sam stood up and left you alone, walking silently out of the room. You stared at Dean, and took in all of his facial features one last time. You don’t know how long you sat there, praying this was all a bad dream before Sam got back. You helped him carry your boyfriends lifeless body out of the building, setting him down outside before preparing for the makeshift funeral. You kissed Dean one last time before Sam salted and burned his body.

“I love you.” You whispered into the flames before collapsing into Sam.

*** 1 year later***

You kissed Sam goodbye before picking up your three-month old son. You were taking him to the grocery store, because you had ran on of diapers, something that never ceased to amaze you.

You had found out you were pregnant a week after Deans death. You and Sam got together six months later, knowing your baby would need a father. Sam wanted to keep his promise to Dean to always take care of you. Of course you loved Sam, but he was nothing compared to Dean.

Dean. You missed him so much. Nothing could heal your aching heart, except the bundle of joy you held tightly in your arms. You smiled down at your son, wishing he got the chance to know his father.


When you returned to your small home all you wanted to do was put your son to bed so you could relax. But instead you got the surprise of a lifetime.

You unlocked the door, walking into the house to find Sam, your son tucked into your arms.

You eventually found him in the kitchen, beaming with joy at no one other than Dean himself.

“Dean?” You questioned, unbelieving.

“(Y/N)” He said, a smile breaking over his beautiful face as he rushed towards you.

You saw his eyes roam over you, finally landing on the baby.

“Is that.. Is it..?”

“Yours? Yes. Dean, this is your son. He’s three months old, named after his wonderful father.” You said, silent tears streaming down your face.

Your son woke up, and reached out his hands to Dean, who swooped down and cradled the child in his arms. You walked over to Sam, leaning against the counter, unable to take you eyes off Dean. Sam saw, and grabbed your hand.

“Go.” He said, “Be with him. You know he’s the one.” Sam said, and you flashed him a grateful smile.

You spent the rest of the night with your son, your lover, and his brother. You were finally happy, but you couldn’t help but wonder how Dean was back. You know Sam didn’t make a deal, and it was puzzling you. You excused yourself to the bathroom, mulling over the possibilities in your brain.

You were washing your hands when the demon appeared behind you. He cleared his throat.

“Crowley?” You questioned, turning to face him. 

“How are you doing, my dear?” He asked, smirking.

“It was you.” You stated. He didn’t need to respond, you knew it was him.

“Thank you.” You whispered, wondering why he would do a thing like this for you.

“Sorry it took so long, darling. Hells rules are quite strict, it took awhile to get around them.” He responded, as if he was reading your mind. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“I was feeling generous.” He responded before disappearing.

You returned to Dean, the baby asleep in his arms as Dean drifted off himself. Sam was no where to be found.

“Lets go to bed, babe.” You told Dean and he nodded sleepily. You put the baby in his crib before leading Dean to the bedroom, snuggling into his strong arms.

You smiled to yourself, thankful the King of Hell was feeling generous.

Oh Brother. (Brother!Ashton).

“No thanks.” You smiled awkwardly, your body at an angle as you tried to find how to get away from this jackoff.

“Come on, one drink?”

“No.” You were losing patience and this guy was not backing off. He moved into your space and you wanted to vomit at the stench of alcohol on his breath. He had just surpassed creepy and had slammed right into predatory.

“It’s not like you get this offer often, maybe you should take me up on it.” He snarled. There it was. What you liked to call ‘ the straight boy’ logic. Because it totally makes sense to insult and belittle someone so they’ll sleep with you.

“Maybe you should learn what the word no means.” You sighed, shoulders untensing as your brother slid his arm over them. You were prepared to grab the pepper spray from your purse, your hand halfway there already but you were more than happy to let your brother handle it.

“Whatever man. She is not that hot.” He downed the last of his drink before slumping into the crowd as you relaxed.

“Thank you.” You whispered, sighing as Ashton pulled you into a ‘brother bear hug’ as he called it.

“No problem. Did he hurt you or?” He questioned, looking down at you as you shrugged.

“Nah, just words and discomfort.”

“You want me to punch the guy?”

“Yes but don’t.” He chuckled as he began to lead you back to the group you came with, wrinkling his nose as you were immediately sliding into Luke’s arms. He grinned, pulling you on his lap as he kissed your cheek.

“Hey baby, where’s your drink?” You blanked, you had gone to get a drink and completely forgot when that man had started his advances. And sure, Luke looked unassuming but he had the meanest right hook.

“Didn’t want one.” You shrugged and he gave you a weird look but let it go as you leaned up to kiss his pursed lips.

“Ew, no. We talked about this.” Ashton whined, having looked over to see you pull away. You stuck out your tongue at him and he did his typical big brother thing and reached out, grabbing your tongue. You squealed, shoving him away and laughing as he tripped.

“Oh you think that’s funny?” He demanded but the smile on his face told you he was joking. Luke grabbed onto your arms and you screeched as you realized you were being double-teamed as your brother came forward as to tickle you.

“No! Michael!” You exclaimed and the blue and green man came from seemingly nowhere to your rescue. You had prepared for this.

“I have come to rescue the fair maiden.” Alright, so maybe drunk Michael and his lanky limbs weren’t your friend at this moment and Calum who was about to fall off the stool laughing was not going to help, but you were laughing all the same.

“Got ‘em.” Michael exclaimed, draping his body on Ashton. He was basically like a limp noodle and Ashton had too many drinks to be able to pull him off.

“Dude, how?” Calum was laughing, his eyes doing that scrunchy and cute thing.

And over Michael’s head, ignoring the way Luke let your arms go to wrap his around your waist as you started to slip off of his lap and how Calum was doing his silent laugh, you shared the biggest smile with your brother.

He winked at you, taking your mind off what that guy said and lightening your mood when he had all but taken it away.

“Love you.” He mouthed and you nodded at him, laughing when Michael pressed closer to him and had his hair going all up in Ash’s mouth and nose.

You leaned back, comforted by the friends, family, you had around you and the fact that your brother was your best friend and protector rolled into one. You definitely hit the jackpot.

“Can you please remove him from me, sis?” Ashton finally begged. You rolled your eyes, standing so you could wrap your arms around the cuddly drunk Michael. He turned, latching himself to you but you weren’t prepared so you went down laughing with weight and human.

“Oh brother.” Ashton groaned as you struggled to get up.

“Hey, that is my line.”

So this was going to have an angsty edge to it but it is Valentine’s Day and I’m tired so yeah. Anyway, hope you like it and thank you for requesting! :)

-TheHuntersHuntress xx

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Lead Me Not To Temptation

TITLE: Lead Me Not to Temptation

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Twenty Three

AUTHOR: wolfpawn


Imagine being chosen to be Loki’s wife, and while at first you loath the idea, you came around and actually fall in love with Loki, and he falls in love with you. But the day before the wedding, Odin changes the arrangement and suddenly you’re being whisked away to marry Thor instead. You and Loki manage to have a secret affair and things are perfect, until you fall pregnant.

RATING: Mature

Thor had insisted they eat breakfast together ever since finding out about the child “It’s time to tell the realm.” Thor declared one day as they ate.

“Do you really think so?” Kari toyed with her food anxiously.

“You cannot deny it any longer Kari, you are almost half way, and you cannot but notice your stomach.”

“What are you implying?” She snarled.

“That you are carrying a child and look exactly like a woman carrying said child, nothing else.” He replied cautiously. Kari giggled at his fear. “You were jesting.”

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