in the morning i may decide that they need to be smaller

College can be a lot sometimes. Over the past two years I’ve learned some helpful little tricks that help to keep me sane and on top of things, and it’s time I passed them on to all of you! Ahead in part one: scheduling classes, going to them, and homework. Be on the lookout for part two soon!

i. scheduling classes 

  • Take a full load, but keep it balanced.
    • Don’t schedule all of the tough classes for one semester. 
    • Also try to schedule it so that you will have a variety of homework (ie a mix of writing, tests, and worksheet focused classes)
  • Always speak to your advisor before scheduling classes.
  • Keep in mind that you will need time for homework and online classes when making your schedule.
    • Whether it means choosing not to have classes on certain days, putting a two hour break in between classes, or having all your classes in the afternoon so you can study in the mornings.
  • Keep in mind your personality when picking times.
    • 8AMs are rough. Unless you are the world’s biggest morning person, avoid them if you can. 
  • Be sure to have a plan for eating meals!
    • Some schools will let you bring your lunch into class, but I prefer to have a break during lunch so I can relax while I eat. 
  • Look at a map of campus when scheduling and try to schedule classes in the same building back-to-back, or at least near each other. 

ii. classes

  • Never go to class without a bottle of water and a pen.
  • If it’s a workday and you’re given the option to leave class and work elsewhere, actually use that time to work.
  • Sit wherever you’re comfortable. A lot of posts say to sit up front, but I personally prefer to sit further back so that I can fidget without worrying about distracting others. Figure out what works for you.
  • After about the third class, seats might as well be assigned. Don’t move and throw everyone else off unless you really have to.
  • Always be respectful and kind to your teachers and classmates.
  • Make at least one friend in every class. You don’t have to be bffs, but chat with the person you sit beside before every class so that you have someone to study or share notes with if you need to.
  • If you need to fidget to pay attention, consider bringing a small container of Play-Doh with you to lectures (you may want to let your teacher know what’s up, they’ll almost definitly be cool with it).

iii. homework

  • Unlike high school, you really can’t skip homework. Instead of getting lots of small worksheets, your grade will be decided by a few bigger projects or papers. Try to stay on top of things!
  • Break larger projects up into smaller deadlines.
  • If a class has a lot of worksheets as homework, start a study group so that you can all work on them together. 
  • Try to start homework as soon as you get it.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask from help from teachers, tutors, or classmates.
  • As soon as you get a syllabus, enter all of the due dates into your planner. If you wanna go the extra mile (hint: you do), go ahead and add in dates to start working on projects, too. 
  • Work ahead so that you have the flexibility to hang out with your friends at the last minute, instead of being stuck in the library working on a project that’s due first thing in the morning. 
  • Never plagiarize. It’s the fastest way to get kicked out of a class, or even a whole program. If you’re not sure if it needs a citation, it needs a citation. 
  • The number one rule is simple: do all your work, and do it the best you can. As long as you follow that, you’ll be golden. 

Happy studying, and be on the lookout for part two coming soon!

how to survive final exams

an informational masterpost by @briellestudies

study tips

- you remember material better if you physically interact with it as opposed to just scanning it over with your eyes

  • instead of merely reading a page of notes, go through it with a pen/highlighter in your hand. underline/circle/annotate things as you review the material

- make a study schedule. include which days you want to study for each subject, deadlines (e.g. “finish essay by tuesday”, “study guide for physics should be done today”), any study sessions you might have with others, and time for sleep

  • finals season often overwhelms students because of the sheer amount of work facing them. by breaking things down into a schedule and focusing on smaller portions of work day-by-day, things appear much more manageable

- use mnemonic devices to help you remember things (when applicable)

  • i like to use them for memorizing groups/orders of things - for example, when i took a class on dinosaurs, i had a lot of trouble keeping the paleozoic/mesozoic/cenozoic and triassic/jurassic/cretaceous orders straight until i realized that both were in reverse-alphabetical order

- different study methods work better for different classes

  • flashcards are best for classes where you have to memorize lots of information (without providing further explanation), e.g. introductory psychology
  • mind maps are good for organizing thoughts and seeing how ideas fit together, e.g. english and literature classes
  • practice problems/practice tests are usually the best way to prepare for STEM classes, e.g. math and chemistry 

optimizing your performance/productivity

- try to get some sleep. try.

  • you probably won’t be getting your full 7-8 hours during finals season. fine. completely understandable. but a couple hours here and there throughout the day will do wonders. your brain doesn’t work at optimum levels when you’re sleep-deprived, so while you may not have time for solid 8-hour blocks of sleep, it’s in your best interests to get 1-2 hour powers naps in when you can. aim for at least 4-6 hours of total sleep time per day

- finals week is not the time for junk food. if you’re going to push your body to its physical and mental limit (as so many of us do), you’d better make damn sure you’re at least giving it the best possible fuel to run on

- you should be aware of your study habits by finals season. take them into account and use them to your advantage

  • more productive in the morning? set an early alarm and get yo ass up
  • procrastinate a lot? bitch me too!! it’s not necessarily a bad thing - some people do their best work under time pressure. try this thing i like to call “productive procrastination”: if you wanna procrastinate on something, do so by working on another assignment/studying for another class. this way, you fulfill your desire to procrastinate but you’re still being productive and not completely fucking yourself over
  • more productive when working with others? try to organize study sessions (or you’re the opposite like me and prefer to study alone, don’t feel guilty about declining requests to work with friends/classmates)

- there’s an app called “self control” that blacklists or whitelists websites for a given amount of time (that you set yourself). it forces you to stay focused if you can’t help but peek on social media sites every so often when working on your laptop

- prioritize! know which finals will require the most effort on your part and plan accordingly

  • give more priority to finals that are worth a higher percentage of your overall grade
  • calculate the minimum score you need on the final that’ll still get you the overall grade you’re aiming for - generally, you should be spending more study time on finals that you’ll need a higher grade on

test taking tips

- if you finish with extra time, go through your test again and attempt to answer every question you left blank (unless you’re penalized for guessing, of course). the potential for partial credit is better than definitely receiving no credit

  • for multiple choice, use process of elimination and then make your best guess
  • if you don’t know the answer to a short answer/essay-style question, then answer around it. for example, if you don’t know the significance of caliban’s soliloquy in shakespeare’s the tempest, talk about the character of caliban in general and/or the role soliloquies are meant to play in shakespeare’s works
  • if you’re stuck on a math problem and have no clue how to even begin, just start manipulating numbers and applying formulas

- dress in layers so you’re comfortable no matter the room temperature

- always answer the questions you’re sure of first

- don’t be afraid to ask the proctor if you’re unsure of what something on the test is asking of you (i.e. questions for clarification)

- pay attention to the questions on the exam - sometimes one question may hint at the answer to a different question

  • e.g. 2) what year was x fossil discovered? and 31) who discovered x fossil in the early 1930s?

miscellaneous advice

  • try to get everything you need (calculator batteries, scantrons, blue books, writing utensils, etc.) the weekend before exams start. this way, you’re not freaking out right before a test because you’re missing something
  • try to time your coffee/lack of sleep crashes such that they don’t happen during a final exam (see tip about scheduling above)
  • if you’re pulling an all-nighter, set alarms periodically throughout the night (e.g. every hour and a half) so that if you accidentally fall asleep, you won’t sleep through the whole night
  • also set an alarm 20-30 minutes before each final. just in case ;)
  • bring an extension cord to the library if your school always seems to be short on outlets during finals week
  • always use the bathroom right before sitting an exam (even if you don’t feel like you really need to) to avoid getting up and wasting time during the test itself
  • turn off your motherfucking cell phone before your tests omfg

a note on adderall, a popular “study drug” students take during finals season:

i personally advise against the use of any study drugs that are not prescribed by a medical professional, but the fact of the matter is that students are going to use them regardless of what i say. when they don’t know what they’re getting into, they put themselves into very dangerous positions - often ending in trips to the emergency room or rehab. so in the interest of promoting safety (well, as much safety as is possible given the circumstances) and knowledge, here are a few things you should know about adderall if you decide you want to use it:

  • addy is very addictive and can make the user dependent on it
  • if you take it, you’ll start to sweat. a lot. dress accordingly
  • addy will make you lose your appetite. don’t listen to your body when it says it’s not hungry. you gotta force yourself to eat bruh
  • it’s also really easy to get dehydrated on addy - not only do you sweat a lot, but lots of people tend to pee a fuck ton while they’re on it. stay hydrated
  • addy is a stimulant. you won’t be able to sleep until its effects wear off
    • and just like other stimulants (e.g. caffeine, ecstasy), you will experience a “crash” afterwards. the crash is more pronounced than one you would get from coffee or even caffeine pills
  • there are two “kinds” of addy: IR and XR
    • IR means “immediate/instant release” - whatever dose you take will be released into your system all at once
    • XR means “extended release” - there will be an initial release of the drug into your system and then small amounts thereafter over an extended period of time
  • always err on the side of caution with dangerous drugs - when in doubt, start with a lower dose

as a parting note, i would just like to remind you all to keep in mind the importance of self-care and finding balance. there is a fine line between making temporary sacrifices and being self-destructive. sometimes it’s good to push yourself - “no pain, no gain” as they always say. but analogously, you also gotta recognize when it’s time to dial it back a bit - allow yourself a nap or an hour break to grab dinner with some friends every once in a while. trust me, you deserve it. good luck!

damn the delivery boy.

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk / Reader.

Genre: Expecting Parents AU / Fluff and Non-explicit smut.

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

Count: 9,656 words.

month one.

Two lines.

The second is a little faint, but it is there, undeniably there, growing stronger by the second as your heart sinks deeper into the pit of your stomach and suddenly you are keeling over the sink, throwing up a combination of panic and regret. You wipe your mouth, sit back on the closed lid of the toilet, shut your eyes and take a deep breath, holding it until your lungs burn and your lashes fly back apart to look at the test still shaking between your fingertips.

There, right before your eyes, two fucking blue lines protruding like two middle fingers, poking up at you and saying – Congratulations sucker, you are pregnant!

Twenty-three years old and pregnant.

You throw up again.

This has got to be the biggest mistake of your life.

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anonymous asked:

HEY LOVE (i hope your sitting because this will be a rollercoaster) I was thinking about writing a story about a boy going on like a culture exchange thing and living at a girl's house, the only thing is he only knows basic english so i was just wondering how i would go about it? like how would i be able to convey his thoughts and actions and even the dialogue (the girl will also be learning his native language) i hope this makes sense ;-;

HELLO DARLING <3  That sounds super adorable!  Language barriers between characters force you to be more creative in how they communicate, and therefore, how their relationship develops.  It’s definitely an undertaking, but once you’ve gotten used to using non-verbal methods of description and communication, it’ll feel just like any other story you’ve written.

Writing Characters with Language Barriers

I’m assuming that as your story progresses, your characters will learn enough of each other’s language to communicate a little better – but until then, you can make use of…

Body Language

Body language is the obvious first answer to writing without deep dialogue.  When two people with a language barrier try to communicate, there’s a mental process – scrambling to think of a way to describe something, trying out a few words, then resorting to hand gestures and using objects.  There are two types of body language:

  1. Conscious body language – which the two characters may use to communicate with each other when words fail them.  This kind of body language includes facial expressions, hand gestures (some informal sign language?), physical displays of affection (platonic or romantic), or using/pointing at inanimate objects to convey their meaning.  Remember that the more tired or distracted your characters are, the more difficult it will be to remember words or phrases in each other’s languages – so they’ll be more dependent on physical signals and tone of voice.
  2. Subconscious body language – which all characters use, but often goes unnoticed.  When your characters are communication without words, however, they will be more aware of each other’s small tics – their accidental facial expressions, nervous body itches, affectionate stares, frustrated jaw-grinding, and the alike.  When writing from the POV of Character A, allow them to examine Character B’s eyebrow twitches, falling gazes, and face scratching.

Here is a book I recommend for expanding your body language terminology.

Actions (speak louder than words)

If your characters struggle to explain concepts more complex than eating or sleeping, or emotions deeper than happy or sad, it’s doubtful that waving their hands will help them very much.  Instead, there may be opportunities to cut dialogue out of the equation – Character A knows they won’t be able to explain a concept, so they… show rather than tell.  This will result in a few things:

  • Gestures – Think about it: when a person is in love with someone and they don’t know how to say it, they tend toward romantic gestures instead.  This is the same for two people who don’t know how to verbally express complex emotions – like growing friendship, thanks, guilt, sympathy, etc.  Gifts, songs, games, special meals, and cards can help to express emotion or explain foreign holidays/concepts.
  • Assumptions – When Character A knows that they won’t be able to explain something to Character B, they may engage in preemptive behavior – foregoing conversation and skipping right to handling things.  Instead of asking B if they know what a cheeseburger is and if they’d like to try it, they may just order one for them anyway.  This can sometimes result in secrets, too – knowing that Character B won’t understand why they offended someone at the party, A might lie and say nothing was wrong.  These secrets may be intended to spare the other person or to take advantage of the other person.
  • Leaps of Faith – When all else fails and two characters just can’t understand each other, they make take a leap of faith and trust each other implicitly.  They give up on trying to understand each other’s words and instead trust intentions.  This is where verbal communication ends and actions begin.


And lastly, there is a way of handling dialogue, even when your characters’ mutual vocabularies are limited.  My advice would be to, as non-condescendingly as possible, think of complex thoughts in terms of how you would explain them to a child.  This isn’t a slam on your characters’ intelligence – but children do have limited vocabularies, so this is a good reference.  If there are words a small child doesn’t understand, you may explain it with smaller words – or if you don’t have enough small words, you may include gestures or noises.

For instance: the odds are, your foreign speaker will mainly know action words and conventional phrases (like “thank you” and “good morning”), as well as things like night and day, breakfast and dinner, cat and dog – things you might learn from experience, or a language class.  So when your English-speaker wants to explain a term like “hangover”, they may have to use “drink” and put a hand to their head symbolizing a headache.  This is easily communicable, but not directly.

The goal here, though, is not to over-explain or belittle the non-native speaker, on either side.  If Character A does make Character B feel embarrassed or unintelligent, Character B shouldn’t let this go unaddressed.  Otherwise, this can feel like a slap in the face to readers of Character B’s race/culture.  The best way to learn what words a foreign speaker should know is to try taking beginner’s (or even advanced, depending on the extent of the character’s learning) classes in a foreign language.  Take note of the kinds of words and phrases you learn first – for example, in my Spanish class, I first learned things like, “Where are you from?” and, “I ate soup for dinner.”  I learned numbers 1-20 and the days of the week, and how to ask where the bathroom was.  I probably wouldn’t be able to understand the answer to that without hand motions, or probably half of the words in your response, but hell, I knew that phrase!

In summary: decide how extensive your character’s second language is, then use the words they know + sounds and motions to communicate.

That’s what comes to mind right now, but I’m sure there’s much more I’ve yet to cover.  If any of my followers has anything to add (maybe from experience?) be sure to jump in!

Thanks again, anon, and happy writing :)

If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

anonymous asked:

So, uh, HC about MC who's depressed and often being told that she's useless and not worthy to be loved and she being left alone by her friends, so she pretend to be a happy-go-lucky person. So she helped RFA heal from their pain because no one ever help her before and she kind of understand how they feel. How will RFA V Saeran react if they found out about MC's real self? Sorry, if it's sensitive topic.

Hihi~! Admin Effe has already written a depressed MC [here] but I wanted to write this again specifically for your request—one I haven’t written it yet, and two, I write for my followers! (These turned into mini-fics, I’m sorryyy…) 

In all, I hope that my writing can brighten up your day, whether it’s been good or bad for you, even if only a little bit. If it’s not what you wanted, I apologize 

Warning: Angst / Fluff


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A Fool of Mine [2]

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Title: A Fool of Mine
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Gaston/Reader
Words: 1,987
Summary: [ Your next few days in town are spent exploring…and being chatted up by the wonderful captain. You take a visit to the tavern one night, and get quite a surprise. ]
A/N: This was honestly one of the most fun things I’ve written in a while, Gaston is just such a fun song hhh 
Part 1 can be found here
Part 3 can be found here

Over the course of the next few days, you’d managed to pick up on the town’s clockwork routine. You slowly became a part of it, going into town each morning, buying some bread or spices for the day, then relaxing in some secluded area and reading.

Today, however, you chose the well where the townsfolk (or rather, women) could be found washing clothes. There was a surprising lack of people there yet, but perhaps it was too early.

Across the village, the man who had attempted to flatter you stood with yet another fresh bouquet of flowers. This was going to be the day. After so long, today was going to be the day Belle would agree to marry him, he knew it.

You turned the page of your borrowed book, eager to continue.

‘The day that man allows true love to appear, those things which are well made will fall into confusion and will overturn everything we believe to be right and true.’

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Cowboys and Angels

Credit to the late George Michael for the title.

“Are you serious.”
You blinked slowly, eyes looking up at the fluorescent lights. You had once again been thrown to the ground by your Commander, Reyes. A tan hand came into your vision and you gladly grabbed it, hoisting yourself up.
“Come on, Y/N. Look where I’m trying to attack. From what I’ve taught you you’ll then be able to defend.”
You readied your stance, one foot slightly forward, knees bent, arms in position.
“If I swing.. here-”
Your left arm moved to block the hit, a satisfying thud echoed.
“And if I swing here..”
Immediately you span your body round, dodging the next blow.
“Good.” Gabriel turned his side to you and stepped forwards, circling.
You followed him, stance still in it’s prime position and waiting for the next strike.
He span, body lowering and foot extended-
Those bloody fluorescent lights and the hard wooden floor and you were just sick of it.
“I’m done.” You stated, exasperated.
“We’re not done until I say we’re done, cariño.” He smirked.
You refused to move. Still lying on the ground, you crossed your arms and closed your eyes. A gentle nudge in your ribs made you turn on your side, curling up into yourself. Gabriel let out a deep sigh.
“Okay. Fine. We’re done.”
“Thank God.”


After your training session you had headed back to your room for a well needed shower. Not even through the door and you stripped off your fitted black Overwatch training vest, throwing it onto the floor. One by one you removed your trainers, socks, leggings and then sports bra before hopping into the shower and turning it up to a high heat. Steam and water poured over you, fingers running through your hair and just savouring the moment. You massaged shampoo into your locks, rinsing off dirt and grime of a hard days training. A dollop of conditioner massaged into the ends of your hair and you were ready to lather up your loofah and scrub yourself clean. A deep scrub all over your body, and you washed the rest of the conditioner out of your hair. Turning the shower off, you stepped out and grabbed the fluffy towels off of the radiator. One wrapped around your body and one wrapped around your hair. Trudging through to your bedroom, you flung yourself onto the bed and let out a sigh that you had been holding in.

After the last mission, Gabriel had decided it would be for the best for you to train in hand to hand combat, and for you to also move into the Watchpoint, as other agents had their own spaces there too. Saftey concerns were raised, and the contract for apartment was immediately cancelled, with bribing the landlord with a hefty sum of cash. Your room was slightly smaller than the apartment, however you enjoyed being closer to everyone. It felt safer. No more late nights walking down the streets of Gibralter.

You managed to squeeze out most of the excess water from your hair before chucking the towels on the floor and throwing on a pair of underwear and a loose top. Climbing under the covers, you rubbed your eyes and sumbitted to the darkness that was blissful sleep.


A rapid knocking on the door suddenly brought you out of your slumber.
More knocking. You threw the covers off of and stumbled to the door, glancing at your watch. Opening the door, you saw a panic-stricken McCree.
“What? I er- Jesse. It’s half three in the morning what do you wa-”
He barged past you, covering your mouth with his hand and slammed the door closed, then wrapping his robotic arm around your waist.
“Shh. Just.. shhh.”
If you were more awake you would have tried to break free, but only being woken not even a minute ago you succumbed to Jesse’s hold.
Heavy footsteps bounded down the hallway.
“Where the fuck did he go? He came down here.”
“Jesus, I mean, he could be anywhere.”
“Still on the Watchpoint though.”
A grunt from the second person and the footsteps led away from your room. You nudged Jesse in the ribs and he let go of you, taking a step back. You span around with an accusing finger pointing at him.
“Jesse bloody McCree you better explain to me right now-”
“Hey, (Y/N), don’t make me gag ya’ again.”
You stopped talking, standing still and blushing oh so slightly.
“Heh, yep. That’s what I thought.”
He raised an eyebrow, glancing down slightly and smirked. Realisation hit and you crossed your arms over your thin shirt.
“It’s cold.” You snapped.
Of course it is.” He held his hands up in a mock surrender, chuckling. “Look, I don’t got a lotta time, but thanks for lettin’ me hide ‘n here, sweetpea.”
Your brows furrowed, cheeks warming at the nickname.
“Are you going to tell me what this is about?”
“Na, darlin’. Let’s just say some'o the other guys in Blackwatch ain’t too happy with me.”
“Oh. Is there anything I can do..?” You suggested meekly.
Jesse raised his eyebrow again, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“No. Jesse, no.” You pursed your lips. “That isn’t what I meant at all. I meant help with-”
“With what, doll?
“Nevermind. You obviously only seem to have one thing on your mind at the moment.”
Jesse smirked at your comment. “Well, sugar, when all you’re wearin’ is panties and a t-shirt, y'all ain’t leavin’ much to the imagination.”
Your mouth dropped slightly, cheeks blushing a deep red. You took in a deep breath.
“Jesse. Please. It’s too early. Go back to your room.”
Jesse chuckled, put two fingers up to his forehead in a mock salute and headed towards the door.
“Yes, ma'am.”
He opened the door and checked both ways down the hallway before turning his head to the side, looking over his shoulder. “Y'know, doll, I may have some competition.” He grabbed the handle and closed the door, leaving you in the middle of your room, barely dressed and barely able to comprehend what he just said.
“Sleep. That’s all I need.” You furrowed your brow and rubbed both of your eyes with your hands, taking small steps towards your bed.


“Sir. Really?”
Your arms are crossed and your left hip jutted out, your stance screaming attitide.
Gabriel chuckled. “What? Do you not like him?”
“I- no. It’s not that.”
Gabriel cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. “Oh, gatita, did he get to you?“
“He barged into my room at stupid o'clock in the morning and practically straight up said he wanted to- you know..”
“Ahah. Sí. I know.”
“So.. Why me?”
“I thought you could put up with his charms.”
I can.”
“Then there shouldn’t be a problem.”
You huffed. You clearly weren’t going to get your way, and Gabriel had assigned you to a mission with Jesse McCree.


Along with advanced combat and weapon training, you had also been teaching a new girl about your ‘old’ job. As Gabriel had unofficially recruited you into Blackwatch, with the permission of Morrison, you had reluctantly decided that it would be best to pass on your role to someone who could tackle it full time. It was difficult, as you loved your job, but you couldn’t pass the opportunity to progress even higher into Overwatch. You had to teach the newbie all that you could before you were sent out on your mission with McCree.
“You need to negotiate settlement terms, such as an ongoing discount with them or a discount if we pay early. Be creative; try and get some free shurikens thrown in if you can.”
The girl nodded, furiously taking notes on her holopad. It wasn’t often you had to deal with a new supplier, as in this business trade was loyal. However, one company may go down every now and then and you need to do research on finding a suitable replacement.

You looked over the girls notes, deeming them acceptable enough to make enough sense should she need to refer back.
“You’ve done well today. Go home, get some rest as we get onto actual buying tomorrow.”
She nodded, thanking you and packing up her belongings. You waited for her to leave the office before powering down the holopads and stretching. It’s been a long day.
Quickly tidying the desk to make it look presentable, you decided to head out towards the break room to grab a bottle of water. Pushing the door open, you looked around. You were slightly surprised that no one was in here, even considering how late it was. Usually people were milling around for late night snacks or socialising. One foot in the door and something cold touched the back of your neck. You instinctively raised both your hands, heart pounding.
Reach for the sky..”
You immediately dropped your hands.
“For fuck sake, McCree. Can you not?”
You carried on walking over to the vending machine to grab a bottle.
“I have enough on my fucking plate as it is, I don’t need to be threat-”
“(Y/N). Stop. Was just a joke.”
“Yeah, well, it was one of your funnier ones.”
“Darlin’, that was cold.”
You turned around to face him, water bottle in hand. He was standing there with his stupid cowboy hat in his hands, eyes wide. You actually felt a bit of remorse.
“Sorry.. Jesse..”
“No, doll, it was my bad. I know you been jugglin’ things and I shouldn’t'a done that. I guess I’ll jus’.. Walk away..” Smiling slightly.
Don’t let his sarcasm get to you.
You pointedly stop and stare at him with a bored look on your face. He raises an eyebrow, the corners of his lips turning up slightly showing his teeth.
“I can’t work with you if you’re going to act like that.”
“Like what, sweetpea?” Amusement laced his southern drawl.
“Like, this .” You gestured generally in his direction, clearly exasperated.
He was still smirking, but his eyebrow raised in slight confusion.
“You don’t like me?”
“No. Yes . I don’t-”
McCree chuckled. “Y'ain’t the first to get flustered around me, doll.”
“I’m not flustered.”
“What’s with the red cheeks then?”
You blinked and took in a deep breath. “This is supposed to be a strictly professional relationship and you go around barging into my room at stupid o'clock in the morning and then getting a laugh out of making me nearly shit myself.”
“Am I not allowed to have a lil’ fun?”
“Yes, but-”
“But what?”
People need to stop interrupting you, you thought. A small, impatient growl released from your throat and you went to storm past him. It seems he didn’t want you to, a tanned muscular arm blocking your path.
Move .”
McCree let out another deep chuckle.
“Nope. Y'all ain’t goin’ anywhere ‘til you tell me.”
You glanced down to your water bottle in your right hand. Thinking quick, you raised it above your head as though ready to strike him-
He was faster. Jesse caught your wrist with his robotic hand, you dropping your bottle in surprise. He then crouched slightly, catching you off guard and all of a sudden you’re over his shoulder with your bottle forgotten on the floor.
“Put me down this instant .” You wiggled your legs, simultaneously attempting to whack him on the back in the hopes that he’d put you back on solid ground. He was incredibly amused. Jesse’s toned arm was wrapped around the backs of your thighs to stop you from falling, dangerously close to your bottom. You squirmed some more; you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

He started walking out of the mess hall, whistling a tune. You huffed. All you could see was where you came from and it seemed he had no aim in sight as to where you would end up. He took a couple of turns, when he stopped suddenly.
“McCree. What are you doing?”
You recognised the voice as Gabriel’s and you perked up.
“TellhimtoputmedownPLEASE.” You exclaimed, frantically trying to release yourself from his grasp. All you heard was a small snort coming from the Blackwatch commander.
“Carry on.”
Whatever looks were exchanged between them, you didn’t know. However, you made sure to give Gabriel a good thump on the arm as McCree casually walked past him.
“You betrayed me.”
“Cariño, I would never betray you.” A hint of humour in his voice. “Trust him.” He stood in the hallway with his arms crossed and his head tilted slightly looking at you. One corner of his mouth was pulled up, a half smile forming.
You let out another huff, accepting you had to go wherever McCree took you. He took you round another corner and you recognised it as the corridor where your room was.
“What’s the code to your room?”
“Like I’d tell you.”
You thought he’d put you down here so you could put it in. Nope. Jesse turned around so you were in front of your door, keypad just high enough to enter the code. Your brows cross in defeat.
“It’s open.”
He spins around again, too quickly that some of your hair gets caught in your mouth. You manage the catch the door and slam it when he crosses the threshold. Only now does he tenderly lower you down so you’re back on your feet. One look at him and you close your eyes slowly, turning to walk to your bedroom.
You turn on your heels, snapping your eyes open and looking at him expectantly.
You’re welcome.
“For what?” You asked flatly.
“Carryin’ you back to your room. You looked mighty tired back there ‘nd thought I could help.”
You brought your hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. He stalks over to you, lifting his human hand to your face. Eyes widen and you flinch slightly, lowering your hand. He only brushed some of your hair that was still caught on your lips.
His hand lingered for a few seconds more than what should have been appropriate; fingers ghosting over your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered, not used to the gentle contact.
“I knew it.”
Once again your eyes shot open, looking into his.
“You can’t resist me.”
“You just touched me in a way that I haven’t been touched in a while is all.” You spat out, swatting his hand away.
“Of course, darlin’.” A grin spreading across his face.
“Always am.” He tips his head and makes his way to your door. “Lookin’ forward to working together.”
He closes the door behind him and you hear a faint whistling as he strolls away. You hate to admit it, but he was right. You were shattered from doing your full time job and training in the evenings. Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you headed towards your bed to get some well needed sleep.

Charming | Charles Xavier

Title: Charming
Author: Clara
Character: Charles Xavier
Warnings: none i dont think
anon: “Hey there, would you be willing to do a Charles X reader one shot with “I’m not afraid. Not anymore.” please? XxX :)”
anon: “hi!!! i was wondering if you do a charles xavier x reader (walking charles?) where the reader cant really control her teleporting powers so she ends up in his bathtub and all that good stuff. thanks love! <3” 
Note: This is basically Erik catching you and Charles in compromising positions

Originally posted by x-mutation

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(Sort of a) Acorn Press Acrylic Charm Review

Yoooo~~~~ my acrylic charms came today during a snowstorm and I totally did not expect it XDDD I thought the storm was going to delay it for sure. Kudos to USPS delivery guy (stay warm and stay safe man). It really made my day ヾ(*´∀`*)ノ

Here are the references for my Yuri on Ice and Overwatch characters charm set. I will be selling these at future cons and events. So check out my con schedule if you’re interested in purchasing them! I will probably sell them online for leftovers. I don’t have a store yet (as of 2/9/17) so check back on my tumblr or other social media (or you can message me) for updates!

Also, I find it super funny that overwatch and YOI characters came during a BLIZZARD, COLD and ICY day (no pun intended lol) 

They look super nice thanks to @acornpress ! I would highly recommend them if you are interested in selling acrylic charms for cons/online in the future. This is my first time ordering acrylic charms so take my words with a few grains of salt. Also I’ll be rambling all over the place and spamming run-ons so be aware :P

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Q&A: Why your thoughts aren’t becoming things

Q: Everyone says “thoughts become things” and I’ve been thinking about only what I want. Focusing on what I want instead of what I don’t want. But nothing is changing or happening? Why? I’m really frustrated, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Also, every time I see people having what I want or are living the life I wish I could have, I get jealous and wonder why I don’t have that and therefore feel bad. And it happens so often too. How can I change that?

A: This is one of the most honest questions I have ever been asked. So thank YOU for the opportunity to discuss this. The truth is your thoughts are becoming things, but the missing link is to understand your feelings become things much faster. Here’s how to master both:

1. The first thing is to make a list of your desires, and rank them from the smallest to the biggest goal. And now, make it a point to go after the biggest one. The smaller goals will be fulfilled with very little effort. This is because in focusing on a “big” goal, you are raising your energy past number 5, 4, 3, and 2 to get to 1! 

2. When you think of what you want, you are no closer to achieving it. This is not the law of attraction. (I was as shocked as you are right now!) When you think of a goal, the Universe thinks “he/she wants to keep wanting it”  and so you stay in that state. The day you begin to imagine you have already fulfilled the goal, then the creative magic begins. Think of it as a 100m sprint: instead of standing at the Start Line imagining the end, put yourself 1st place on the podium accepting the gold medal around your neck! When you shift time in your imagination like this, let yourself start to feel that it could be true, it could be you. 

3. What you resist, you attract too. We all have things we don’t want so we try not to think of them. But be honest about your inner mental conversations. Is there something you still feel resentment towards? A situation or a person? What are you scared of, illness or poverty? These are all types of resistance. And resistance is a powerful energy that will keep you stuck in an unhappy cycle unless and until you decide you’ve had enough. Begin today to write the following affirmation out 10 times a day, morning and night: “I release every one to their highest good and me to mine.” If it feels uncomfortable or you make excuses for delaying it, you know that is your resistance speaking!

4. Understand how your life is right now is only a product of how you used to think. You did the best with what you had. The best news is that this is a new moment of creation. You’ve asked the question because you’re ready to take responsibility for your life. Whatever you’re not happy with right now, just let it be for a while. Create one hour a day (minimum) where you write out affirmations, see your “biggest” goal in your imagination, see who you want to be in your imagination, meditate a little, and have positive/calming music playing the entire hour. The music will create a new Neuro-Linguistic Programming in your brain to get you to feel as good about your desires as you do about the songs! 

5. Frustration: This one word deserves a paragraph in itself. Decide now that you will no longer let yourself feel frustration. That F word is burning your dreams and birthing jealousy towards people you otherwise love, and is making you judge yourself. Your heart and soul have waited until today for you to be kinder to yourself. Enough is enough. Frustration is a fire. When you feel it creeping back into your mind, pause and try to see who is feeling the frustration? Is it a voice in your mind? Who is listening to it? Realize you are the one that listens to your inner dialogue, you are NOT your thoughts themselves. 

6. When you see others have what you want there are a few ways to go about it. You could realize that there is no end to how much you can have, and how much they can have! You can see that the Universe is showing you desires that match yours to show you its listening to you. You can realize how amazing it is that we are all here to be, do and have anything we want. When you feel any envy, just be aware of it and talk to it as you would a child. It is only your ego feeling left out and scared. The ancient ego within us all operates with a fight or flight mentality, and believes if it doesn’t get what it needs to survive then it will die. It’s as simple as that. However, this is a lie and deep down you know it. Somewhere within your feelings, your gut, you know that life is about to get very good for you, and every single person you have the honour of knowing. 

There’s work to be done to live the life you want, as you can see. Read over this a few times, and begin to take the action listed. And each day, imagine you’re at Day One and try again. The action is easy once you start. Also, try to cut out every negative book, song, TV show, film and piece of news in your life for 30 days. This negativity detox is essential as you begin to change your thinking. Also try to read The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale, he will be a good friend to you right now. 

Note: If anyone at all has any questions then please feel free to inbox me. I shall answer in this anonymous format so we may all benefit. 

Please share this post, you never know who might need to see it. 

said God, Love covers a multitudes of sins

Summary: Louis is sixteen years old when he realizes that his father is still alive.

this is like. the most self-indulgent bittersweet fluff i have ever written in my whole life but there was no two ways about it, i had to. anyways, note that i have played so utterly fast and loose with historical accuracy that it’s not even funny, but also note that these characters deserve to be happy and to raise a good son because they are actually made by god to be parents this is like, canon, okay, anyways i hope anne and aramis live happily ever after into the sun and aramis gets to tell as many dad jokes as he wants. love u bye. much love to @hansolosbutt, @emilybrontay and @elsaclack (who hasnt even watched this show but proofread for me anyway because shes the real mvp).

When Louis is five, he quickly realizes that Aramis is not, in fact, going to be his new servant. Aramis is in the palace a lot more than he was before – before, when everything was a little different and Papa was still around. But he wears pretty blue clothes and Mama says he is the First Minister of France, and that that is an important position, and that his job is to help her rule Louis’s people until Louis is old enough and wise enough to do so himself.

Louis wonders if he will ever be wise. He is not wholly sure what the word means, only that it is something that makes you a person people like, and that Madame d’Chevreaux, who has been hired as his new governess, says it is a word that describes Mama well. Wise despite her youth, is what Madame d’Chevreaux had said, helping to button him into his tunic in the morning, three weeks after Papa stopped coming to wake him in the mornings and he had his adventure with Madame d’Artagnan in the streets of Paris. You would do well to learn from her, your Majesty.

Madame d’Chevreaux likes Mama very much, which is why Louis supposes she is his new governess. His old governess, Mademoiselle Dufraimont, always went tight in the lips when Mama was in the room. Papa liked her, but Louis thought her smiles were too pinched.

Louis likes it when people have nice smiles, and Aramis has the best of smiles. He is not always smiling, Louis knows. He has seen him talking to the council, standing taller than everyone with a snap to his voice and a clench in his jaw. He has seen him speaking extra quietly with Mama, sometimes, their heads bent over important state papers. He has seen the crease between his brows when he carried him the first time, through the streets of Paris with Mama on his other side. But he is always smiling at Louis, it seems, with a twinkle in his eyes that Louis likes very much. And when Aramis is smiling, Mama is also smiling, so Louis supposes that even if Aramis isn’t his new servant, he would very much like him to stay a long while, just so that Mama smiles more. She didn’t used to smile nearly as much, before when Papa still woke him up in the mornings, unless she was smiling at Louis. Mama always smiled when she looked at Louis, just as Aramis always smiles at him now.

But now Mama smiles when she looks at others as well. Louis likes Mama dearly when she smiles. It lights up her whole face; it’s such a nice smile.

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Permanent Ink

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger; background Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson

Setting: Canon-divergent, soul mate AU;  alternatively, the Running With Scissors AU

Word Count: 1,307

Written For: @dhrfaves [favorite side ship + favorite AU]

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Draco is sixteen when he wakes up to a searing, almost effervescent pain blistering across the inside of his right wrist.

He knows what it means—everyone does—and he switches on his bedside lamp with heavy limbs and a shuddering sigh. He has to count backwards from ten before he’s gathered enough courage to look down.

And what he sees—

He clenches his teeth to hold back a choked-off roar of frustration, molars grinding and enamel cracking, squeezes his eyes shut against the sickening lurch of dread knotted like a noose around his chest and his throat and his lungs—because his soul mate is a death trap. A death sentence. The world is falling apart, has been for months, and he’s already made his choice; he’s already picked his side, hedged his bets, put a price on his parents’ lives.

He doesn’t have room for this.

For her.

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Get Well Soon - Jihoon (Woozi) Fluff

Originally posted by woozibye

Request: Hey hey! Can u please do a Seventeen taking care if their sick gf please? Thanks a lot! (A/N: I already have a multi-member thingy for this and Jihoon has zero requests, so I decided to show our little cinnamon bun some love.)

Word Count:1259

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Jihoon (Woozi) of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Being sick is never fun in your opinion, but your boyfriend strongly disagrees with you on that.

A/N: Guys, I’m really sorry I haven’t posted. I’m not proud of this because I feel like you guys expect better quality, but a friend of mine passed away Saturday and everything has been a huge mess since. Anyway, sorry for any errors and I hope this is at least mildly entertaining for ya’ll. xx

 When you woke up that morning, you had already known that the whole day would be similar to hell. 

 From the moment that you finally forced your eyelids to open, your throat was extremely sore. Your whole body felt as if it was on fire, yet chills seemed to shake through your entire body every few seconds. Even the slightest movement caused goosebumps to prickle up the entirety of your skin as what could only be described as pins and needles pricked at your arms and legs. The light that beamed through your bedroom window caused a radiating light to blind you, and no amount of blinking helped. All you could do was let out a painful groan, which just so happened to bring the realization upon you that you were not in bed alone.

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AN: Feel Free To Use The Gif

Requested By @newtisawesome

Being Cora Hale’s sister was not easy. Being her twin was even harder, not only because you were a late shifter, but also she felt the constant need to be protecting, what she viewed, as her slightly weaker half.


To make things worse Derek seemed to share your twins view on your constant need to be protected, add to that, the fact that you were Peter’s favourite family member which meant it fell to you to coax him away from his dark plotting.


“Cora called she wants you to help stalk Lydia.” You looked up from your laptop at Derek, who seemed to find nothing weird about what he’d just said, and rolled your eyes at him.


“Tell her she can do her own stalking, I’m busy.” You mutter. Your brother frowned at you and cocked his head, a clear sign you weren’t going to finish watching your TV show without a fight.

“You’re watching cartoons and filling my bed with crumbs, you can do that after helping her watch Lydia, don’t.” He saw you beginning to pout and walked away, the best thing about the whole pack thinking you’re the smaller weaker version of your sister was that you pretty much get your way.


“Your bed needed more crumbs Derek.” You muttered as you returned to what you were doing. You jumped when a sharp pain shot through your shoulder, growled and threw the laptop down as you stalk from the building in search of your sister.


“I thought we’d grown out of hurting each other for fun.” You snapped when you joined Cora as she searched the school’s corridors for the red head.

“Yeah well you managed to avoid getting captured by Alpha’s so I thought you deserved it.” She rubbed your shoulder and shrugged, as if to indicate that she hadn’t hurt you that badly.


“Hey if I hadn’t felt your pain Peter wouldn’t have known you were alive and that he could save you.” You said in a sing song voice, Cora nodded and began taking long paces forward.

“That stupid banshee, look.” Cora snapped loudly enough to draw attention to yourselves. You looked to where she was pointing and found Lydia talking intently to an attractive wolf you hadn’t met before. After focusing your hearing, you discovered that Lydia was giving him advice on joining Scott’s pack, and yanked your sister from the building before she could over react.


Cora softened when you told her what you’d heard and agreed that the twins weren’t as bad as the rest of the Alpha pack had been. You grinned as you pulled Derek’s credit card from your pocket and asked if doing something fun would cheer her up.



When you returned, Derek’s ‘baby betas’ were home from school and all yelling about something that held no interest so you decided to seek out Peter.


“Uncle Peter?” You asked softly as you knocked on his door. He opened it and smiled when you presented him with a big bag of chocolates and a small bag of clothes, he shook his head when he found the receipt and realised you’d taken Derek’s card.


“He won’t let you get away with this much longer; you can’t use missing Cora as an excuse for bad behavior.” Peter ruffled your hair as you sat at his desk chair and began spinning in circles.


“I might follow Cora; she’s thinking about moving to South America again.” You muttered thoughtfully.

Before your Uncle could respond a searing pain shot through your abdomen and you were on your feet, trailing Cora’s scent, ignoring Derek’s pleas to stop and telling him what was wrong.


Derek ran after you and you’d soon found Cora fighting with another werewolf. Without hesitation you shifted, ploughed into them and sent the attacking wolf flying, the snarl that fell from your lips had Cora and Derek swallowing nervously. They may baby you but when you got mad there wasn’t much that could stop you.


“No… No.” Derek growled when the wolf in front of you shifted back to quickly and began gawking at you. He was the wolf from that morning, Cora’s presence became heavier as she stepped so close to you, you could feel her hear beating against your arm.


“Hi.” The other wolf muttered softly, the way you would when trying to catch a wild animal.


You suddenly felt awkward under his gaze, having no idea what was happening, a glance at Cora to you your sister was equally confused. Derek however was growling deeply and his eyes were flickering as he tried to control his Alpha and brotherly urges.


“(Y/N) your his anchor.” Your brother’s snarl seemed to make the boy opposite you nervous but his gaze didn’t leave you face.

“Wait what… why me, why can’t Cora be his anchor?” Derek rolled his eyes at your complaint and moved so he was stood right behind you.

“My guess would be, you’re the opposite of him, both he and Cora are impulsive and bloodthirsty, where as you and his brother are not like that… much.” He went to stop you from stepping towards you but Cora grabbed his arm and let you inspect the werewolf before you a little closer.


Aiden stood to attention as if he were worried you would turn him away if you didn’t like him. You circled him and he twisted round in an attempt to stay on the spot while still gazing dopily at you, his face lit up when you giggled at him.


“I’m (Y/N) Hale.” You said once you were in front of him again.

“Aiden.” He muttered to you. Before you could stop him he planted a big kiss on your lips and only pulled away when Derek let out a large snarl, you turned to see you sister attempting to hold Derek, who was now in full shift, back.


You hurried from Aiden’s side to Derek who let you hug him, causing the pack bond you and Cora shared with him to flare, the action comforting him.


“So what do I have to do if I’m his anchor?” You glanced at Aiden who was hovering a few feet away, looking confused as to why he wanted to join in the Hale hug the three of you had going.


“Nothing really… get to know him, if you feel its necessary date him, spend time with him so he has something about you that he can concentrate on.” Derek let you walk over to Aiden and watched as you spoke to him, he frowned when Cora glanced awkwardly at her brother.


He knew that the two of you were able to hear each other talk out loud more clearly than if you used your heightened hearing to listen to other wolves, Perks of being a twin, he assumed.

“What?” He asked her when she muttered something under her breath.

“I believe you have two new betas.” She muttered, Derek groaned when he realised you’d invited the twins to the pack, he didn’t mind you doing it. It was more about his dislike for the twins’ attitude.


When Aiden hugged you Derek let loose a low growl, Aiden being Aiden decided to push his luck and grinned deviously as he kiss down your neck and nipped at your collarbone. You weren’t surprised when Cora let go of Derek and pulled you away from Aiden.


“You might be joining our pack but every time you try and sleep with my sister I’ll be there to stop you.” Cora huffed at him and slung an arm around your shoulder, leading you home, with Derek and Aiden talking behind you.

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NC Nights Reports

Fandom: Supergirl
Pairing: Alex/Maggie
Rating: T
Summary: National City’s gossip magazine becomes enamored with everyone’s favorite couple and gets the scoop of the year.
AN: For the 250 word prompt: “A third party mistakenly thinks Person A told Person B how they feel and congratulates them for finally getting together.” This is the longer version since 250 words is hard, y’all. Also, total crackfic. Thanks Boxer for the beta.

“Congratulations, you two.” Winn’s voice boomed through the command center, startling Alex and Maggie from where they were conferring over cups of coffee.

“For what?” Alex asked.

“You didn’t see? You were the lead story on National City Nights.” Winn held up his tablet to show an image of the cover of the latest edition of the muckraking tabloid.

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A half full coffee mug

Hi everyone! First of: A massive thank you to @stylesamaya16 for requesting this one shot. I really hope you like it. Second: Thank you so much to anyone who reads the stuff I write. It makes me very happy. 

In this one shot, Y/N is CEO Harry’s new assistant, whom he really likes to poke fun at. That is, until one evening on which Y/N has finally had enough. 

Picture is not mine, but has been granted to us by someone generous on the internet. 

I flinched at the burning sensation of hot liquid spilling over the edge of the cup and onto my fingers and hissed as pain shot through my hand. To my relief, none of it had dripped onto my shirt, as a stain would have surely been enough reason for my boss to pick on me, something he did on a daily basis. It wasn’t that he was particularly mean or rude, he simply enjoyed to poke fun at someone. I often explained it to myself by thinking that his unprofessional behavior was due to him being fairly new to the CEO position. And though I usually knew how to take a joke, since he was my boss I didn’t know what to answer to his teasing and remained quiet most of the time. After all, he was the reason I could pay my rent and afford living in the city. Of course me staying quiet, led to him teasing me further and with that the circle was full and my days at work painful.
I was pulled from my thoughts as his voice ripped me from my thoughts.

“Where’s that coffee, Miss Y/L/N?”

Mr. Styles appeared in the doorway to his office. He grinned upon noticing my struggle at holding his stacks of paper and tilted his head to the side before disappearing again.

“Coming!” I quickly answered and ushered forward to follow him.

Mr. Styles already sat behind his desk again, a frown overtaking his lovely face and both his hands massaging against his temple, just by the edge of his short, brown hair. I observed the sleeves of his suit slipping down so that the tattoos on his wrists became visible, yet only partially as I had never fully seen them before. Tattoo covered wrists wasn’t something I would have pictured on a business man and CEO like him and due to the white shirts he sometimes wore, I knew his chest was full of black ink as well. Just another reason as to why I sometimes found myself struggling to understand, how he had ended up in a job like this. A manager of a music company, when he would have fit so much better onto the stage himself. But those days were over, as I was told by one of my coworkers after I had asked about his reasons to start a company by himself.
I put the coffee cup down by one of the many piles of paper on his desk. The only answer I got was a short nod and I turned to walk out again, but stopped when he called me back.

“Is there something else I can do for you, sir?” I timidly asked.

Mr. Styles huffed before pushing his chair back and getting back up. He came to stand in front of his desk and leaned against it.

“There is, actually. I will need you to work overtime today. There are three more contracts I need you to go over for me before I can sign them.”

“Okay.” My voice stayed calm and neutral, but on the inside my blood boiled. I could have cried. This job had me on my feet and running errands for him from 5:30 am until 6pm and now he expected me to work overtime? I could barely stand properly anymore.

“Tracy can’t stay, because her husband won’t watch the kids tonight and Jeremy will be attending a conference in California tomorrow. That’s why I need you to do it,” he explained.

I shook my head in understanding. “Of course. I’ll go finish the scripts you gave me this morning now so I can start on those contracts as quickly as possible.”

Mr. Styles crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Good. I’ll have Tracy leave them on your desk before she leaves.”

I nodded and turned to leave again. Just when I was about to close the door he added: “And thanks for half the cup of coffee. I assume the rest is decorating your skirt?”

I looked down to my legs and felt a rush of heat shoot into my cheeks upon seeing the large brown stains covering both thighs. Mr. Styles seemingly found my embarrassment amusing as he grinned and lowly chuckled.

“Suits you.”

I bit my lip and fought back the insults laying on my tongue. “Thank you, sir.”

I pulled the door close behind myself before pressing my eyes shut. I wished upon the floor breaking open so that it’d swallow me whole. Or even better: swallow him whole.

“He isn’t being easy on you today, is he?” Tracy, my coworker,  asked as she stopped to stand before me, a sympathetic smile playing on her lips.

I shook my head. “He never is.”

“I find him quite a charmer, though,” she said and winked at me as she adjusted the folders she held tightly in her arms.

I shrugged and brushed at the stains on my skirt which looked as if they wouldn’t dry any time soon. “If he is, then I haven’t seen it before. Personally I think he’s less charming than he is an inconsiderate prick.”

Tracy laughed at my words before shaking her head. “Stay strong Y/N. You’ll see, he isn’t that bad.”


My gaze had long drifted from the text in my hands to the window from where I could see that the world had turned dark. It felt peaceful as well as upsetting. My eyes were heavy and I reached up to rub them, as I was normally long in bed by now. The pile of scripts and contracts I was to go over just didn’t want to get any smaller and the constant ache inside my head didn’t make it much easier to stay concentrated either. I jumped at the sound of a cup being placed on my desk. I looked up and was surprised when my eyes met the familiar green ones from my boss, who stood leaning against the side of my desk. Harry crossed his arms over his chest.

“Thought you might need one,” he said and motioned to the cup of coffee before me.

I took it and thanked him quietly. “It’s becoming a struggle to keep my eyes open.”

“I’ve noticed,” Mr. Styles answered, yet for once he didn’t sound as pretentious when he spoke. “It was my turn to bring you one anyway.”

“Not really. I’m your assistant and you’re my boss. It says in my job description that I have to tend to your every need. Don’t think it says so in yours.”

“Doubt it does. Why would one of the conditions to be in my position be to tend to my own needs.”

I didn’t answer his remark and refrained from rolling my eyes when he smirked down at me. I watched him reaching out and pulling the papers I was holding out of my grasp. I leaned back in my chair and watched his eyes move as they went over the text, noticing their puffiness and how much messier his hair was since I had spoken to him last this afternoon. It seemed as though he wasn’t well rested himself. Mr. Styles shook his head and tossed the papers away.

“No wonder you’re close to falling asleep. This is a pure bedtime story.”  
“Well, I appreciate the coffee,” I replied and gave him an appreciative smile.

“I hope you do.”

Mr. Styles grinned widely and I frowned, unsure what it was that amused him so much. He kept his expectant gaze on me before I lifted the cup up and peered inside. I rolled my eyes and set it back down without taking a sip. “Half full. Funny.”

“Oi, she bits back,” he chuckled, mischief sparkling behind his eyes as if he had been waiting for me to react annoyed.

Maybe it was to blame on how utterly tired I felt or maybe it was simply that I had had enough of it, but I decided to give in. He wanted to see me angry? Fine. After having worked my ass of for months for him now without ever getting anything back other than constant nagging and making fun of me, I could give him angry. Easily.

“Are there any more jokes you would like to play on my expense tonight, or may I resume the work you have given me? I’d like to go home at some point. Preferably before tomorrow,” I said, my voice calm but laced with tension and annoyance.

The smile faded off Harry’s face and was replaced by a frown. He uncrossed his arms from in front of his chest and instead rested them on the desk. “How have I angered you?”

I huffed at his question and shook my head. How could he be so ignorant to believe everything he did was instantly hilarious? This man just didn’t know when to stop, as if he had never been denied anything ever throughout his entire life. This only angered me even more.

“Right now?” I asked in a challenging tone, “Or any other time? It’s kinda difficult to choose and I’d need you to narrow it down a little, because there are too many times to count!”

Unsure of what exactly had gotten into me I pushed away the piles laying close by, nearly knocking over the coffee, before I shot to my feet. I bent down to reach for my bag before slinging it over my shoulder, my hands shaking visibly as I rambled on.

“You fail to take anything I say or do seriously! It doesn’t matter whether or not I do something right or wrong because you always try to make fun of me anyway! Even when it’s something as stupid as stains on my clothing! I mean, what is this all about?!”

I angrily pushed back the chair I had been sitting in. Mr. Styles watched my movements, looking at me as if he couldn’t believe what was happening right now.

“On top of it all you have been having me work for ten hours now! I am so sick of you doing anything in your power to make my time here unbearable and ensure that I feel miserable by the time I’m allowed to go home!”

Mr. Styles held up both hands in defense and backed a way. “I explained to you why I needed you to stay,” he spoke, “and I just brought you coffee.”

Tears shot to my eyes and heat to my cheeks. He watched with his mouth wide open as I completely let my nerves get the best of me. My cheeks flushed and I noisily sniffled.

“Only to play a joke on me. Again.” I sobbed. For a minute I had believed there was a decent bone in his body and that he had truly tried to do something nice for me. I shook my head, not feeling embarrassed at all, too exhausted to care, really.

“I’m done,” I said, “I quit.”

My hands frantically pulled the hair out of its ponytail as I pushed past a speechless Harry Styles. That certainly wasn’t what he had expected when he had come up with his brilliant joke, but my head pounded and my nerves had been robbed of their last strength. I was about to reach the door when he found his voice again and called after me.

“Y/N wait! You’re right. Shit, don’t leave. I’m sorry!”

He hurried after me and reached out to pull me back by my arm. I hissed at the contact and shrugged him off to which his face fell even more.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I didn’t realize I was pushing it too far.”

“Mr. Styles-”

“Call me Harry, please.”

I brushed away the left over tears from my cheeks. “Okay. Harry, I don’t think I can work for you any longer. It has gotten pretty obvious to me that I fit into this company.”

Harry sighed and shook his head. “Fucking great.” He exhaled heavily before brushing both hands over his face. “I always mess it up, don’t I?”

He stared at me with his brows furrowed and his mouth open and I suppressed my surprise at hearing him swear.

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused at his words. He could admit when he messed up?

Harry fumbled with the tie around his neck to loosen it up and released a tired sigh. “I was told managing my own record company would be difficult. But i didn’t think keeping my assistant would become the problem.”

“Find yourself one who puts up with your childish shit and it won’t be,” I spat, somehow unable to bite my tongue and I was about to turn around again when he reached out to pull me back once more.

I expected him to yell at me, but he didn’t seem to be pissed him off at my snarky remark. Instead he nodded in agreement. His eyes bore into mine.

“I don’t want to look for a different assistant, Y/N. Please stay.”

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

I lowered my head and adjusted my bag. “Have tracy pack my things, will you? I’ll pick them up tomorrow.”

Just as my hand touched the door handle, Harry’s touched my arm in a strong hold. I was about to push the door open when he pulled me back further so I was flush against his chest and his eyes stared into mine for only a moment, before he leaned down and brought my face closer to his with his hand. I only got to look into his green eyes for a moment, before my lips were captured by his. I couldn’t even react properly, his forceful kisses leaving me breathless and my mind dizzy. He was kissing me fully and had both of his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I couldn’t have escaped, not even if I wanted to.  I whimpered when he pushed his tongue against my lower lip and reached up to wrap both arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes until he pulled me up and off my feet, so we could be even closer. My head was spinning and all I could focus on was the feeling of having his warm mouth against my own. I melted into him. Into Harry. My boss. Harry.

My hands fell down to his shoulders and I forcefully pushed against him. He reacted immediately and pulled away, letting me down to stand on my own feet again.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. His cheeks were rosy and his lips swollen. “Could’t have let you leave without-”

“What was that?” I wondered, finding it difficult to wrap my had around what we just did.

“A kiss,” he answered and reached down to hold my hand. A smile graced his lips when I didn’t pull away.

We still stood between the desks of the deserted workplace, the room dimly lit by the laps light in his office.

“I noticed,” I said and stared at his ringed hand holding mine tightly. “You’re my boss.”

“Am I? So you won’t quit?”

I stared at him. “You’re my boss! You employ me, Mr. Styles! You can’t just kiss me like that!”

“Harry. And you kissed me back, Y/N,”  he retorted as his thumb drew circles over the back of my hand, his voice much calmer than my desperate one.

“Kinda difficult not to with your tongue in my mouth,” I argued, finding it unbelievable that he thought he could just shrug this off. It didn’t seem to be a big deal to him, while to me it most certainly was.
Yet I couldn’t deny that holding his hand felt good, just as kissing him had. It was wrong, I knew that, but at the same time, there was something there that pulled me to him, no matter how annoying he always behaved around me.  

“You-” Harry began as he swallowed hard, “I’m sorry if you feel like I overstepped a line. Oh god. Did I force you into this? I thought you felt it, too, Y/N. I didn’t realize…”

He shook his head and let go of my hand before taking a step back. “I can write you recommendations and make sure you get a well payed job.”

“Harry-” I tried but he shook his head once more.

“It’s alright,” he interrupted me quickly, “It’s the least I can do after being so horrible to you, you feel like you can’t work here anymore.”

“I’m so confused,” I admitted, “I don’t even like you.”

“Ouch,” Harry spoke half-heartily, his voice full of defeat.

“But,” I began, trying to find the right words to express how I felt, “there’s something… there.”

“There is,” Harry answered slowly, “Have felt it for a long while now, you know.”

“But there shouldn’t be,” I continued, “it’s inappropriate.”

Harry stepped closer and carefully reached out his hand for me to take, which I did just as slowly. He smiled and stared at our interlocked fingers. It surprised me how easy it was to allow him to touch me when I still felt a rather strong dislike towards this man.

“Maybe if you’d allow me to take you out for a drink? We could forget about work and head to the bar around the corner. Get to know each other a little better.”

And though I knew it was a bad idea, all I said was: “Let’s go.”


“And that,” Harry explained, “is how I got the job I have now.”

“Hm. You traded traveling the world and performing for working behind a desk all day,” I pretended to think for a minute and took another sip from my Cosmo, emptying the glass, “No. Don’t get it. Does explain your tattoos, though.”

Harry chuckled before turning to the bartender, ordering two more drinks for the both of us.

“Let me pay,” I said and fumbled with my purse, “I already owe you three.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Generous. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Harry barked a laugh and took a sip from his gin-tonic. “You won’t give me a break, am I right?”

“Nope. Neither did you give me one over the past months, did you?”

He raised his glass in a toast, “Touché.”

I giggled, enjoying the feeling of alcohol running through my veins, the taste still present and sweet in my mouth. Maybe it was the alcohol consuming me, but I had to confess that I was actually enjoying myself quite well.

“But,” Harry continued, “you have to admit. I’m not as bad as you thought I was.”

“That is true,” I replied and squeezed his hand.

Harry smiled warmly at me and played with the ring decorating one of my fingers. I watched him with curious eyes and reciprocated his smile as it once more occurred to me how insanely handsome he was.

“Bar’s closing in 10 minutes,” the man who had served us our past rounds informed us.

“Already?” I asked and Harry sighed.

“I’ll bring you home,” he said, “Is it close enough to walk? ‘Cause neither of us should be diving right now.”

I nodded. “It’s about three blocks away.”

My heart skipped at the thought of spending more time with him and actually have him walk me home, like it happened in movies after the date was over. Only that this wasn’t a date and I could most certainly not afford falling for my boss, no matter how utterly charming he had proven himself to be. I needed to remember that. Once outside, Harry generously handed me his jacket to keep me warm and protect me from the cold.

“So,” Harry began, “I’ve talked an awful lot about myself. It’s your turn, love.”

“Well, I have an apartment about 10 more minutes away, which I share with one of my friends from collage,” I replied and reached for his hand which he happily let me take, “I’m more of a cat person than I am a dog person and given my slightly intoxicated state I have no problem with admitting that I find you really hot. Have even before I sort of began liking you.”

“So you do like me now?” Harry wriggled his brows and chuckled.

“The forth drink did the trick, honey,” I answered.

“I always liked you, you know?” Harry muttered and squeezed my fingers.


He nodded. A slight blush rose to his cheeks and he bit down on his pink bottom lip.

“Right from when you first walked into that office. You just looked too enchanting. What do you think why I was trying so hard to get you to laugh about something I said?”

“All this time when you were making fun of me, you were really trying to make me laugh?” I asked, unable to keep the coo out of my voice.

“Thought we could have some inside jokes, you know? Messed that up, obviously.”

“A bit,” I confessed.

Harry shook his head and yawned noisily before continuing, “Didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.”

“I know that now,” I replied and surprised the both of us by leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

We spent the rest of the walk in silence until we reached my apartment building. If this morning someone would have told me I would be in the situation I was in right now, I would have never believed it. But now it was as if there were two Harrys and two Y/Ns. The Harry I was with now was nice, warm and caring.

“We’re here,” I announced to my displeasure as we stopped in front of the building. Harry slowed his steps and turned so he stood before me.

“So. Will I get to see you tomorrow? At work, I mean.”

“Sure,” I replied and smiled. The thought of quitting had long left my mind.

“I really want to kiss you again,” Harry sighed as he reached up to caress my cheek with his finger.

“Do it then.”

He smiled softly before connecting our mouths in a kiss once more. I hummed and leaned in further to which he answered by moaning against my lips. I pulled away and he sighed, his eyes reflecting all the emotions that were cursing through my veins as well.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, boss.”

“Don’t start something now that you can’t finish, darling.”


The next morning I walked into the office with an uncomfortable feeling nestled deep into my stomach. I felt as if I had written “sucked boss’s face off” written all over my forehead anytime one of my coworkers looked at me.

“Hi, sweetie,” Tracy greeted me as she walked by, “you alright? You look tired.”

“It got late last night,” I replied, trying to keep the blush from rising to my cheeks.

“Miss Y/L/N? A word please.”

I flinched upon Harry’s serious tone and quickly said goodbye to Tracy to follow his request. Once I entered his office he kicked the door shut and pushed me back to press me against the hard wood.

“Morning, baby,” he whispered hotly before pressing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. I kissed him back but hesitated and turned my head only moments into it so I could break away again.

“Harry, someone could see-”

“Let them,” he hummed as he pressed open mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder, “Things are going to change around here, baby.”

And with his lips on me and his arms wrapped around my body, I couldn’t find it in me to fight it any longer. I surrendered to him and allowed myself to be consumed by his presence, not caring anymore about whether or not it would be looked at as right or wrong.

“Brought you coffee,” I muttered. 

He hummed a small thank you. 

“It’s full though. Was hoping you would’t mind.”

Thank you to anyone who took their time to read this! I realize it’s a little longer than what I usually write, but I just couldn’t find an earlier ending. Hope you enjoyed it and as always, feedback and requests are both welcome.

The rest of what I wrote you can find here:

SILVER SPOON: Part 4 [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

A girl who had to work hard every day of her life to rise from nothing, meets a man who was born with and given everything.

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters; some other BTS members show up too lol)
Office au
Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

A/N: This is part is just straight up fluff rom-com with slight hints of plot progression x) I just wanted to give you guys a quick update to start off the week. The next parts following will definitely have the plot thickening, I promise! But for now, enjoy the fluffy update <3 

Originally posted by exoticmaknae

           Yoongi groaned once again as the blaring screech from that blasted rooster pierced through his deep slumber. His body ached and throbbed like it never had before, probably because he never moved as much as he did yesterday in his entire life.

           "Leooo.“ He cried out and his body guard’s face appeared, hovering above him curiously, or at least that’s what Yoongi assumed his face was expressing.


           "I’m sore.“ Yoongi whined.

           "I shall go ask Y/N what to do about this predicament.” Leo disappeared in a flash.

           "Wait! No I–“ Yoongi sighed as he heard the door shut.

           After the awkward walk-in last night, where the entire family saw him in almost all of his bearings, he didn’t know how to face Y/N. He forced himself to roll out of the blankets, but his muscles felt strained, like gravity was pushing him onto the floor, so he lay there in his pajamas, waiting for someone to move his limbs for him. He didn’t have to wait long before you and the twins entered the room.

           "I figured you’d be sore.” He saw the apologetic look you threw at him.

           "I’m not usually this weak I promise.“

           He heard you snort then felt you kneel next to him.

           "I’m glad to see you decided to be fully clothed today at least.”

           "Yeah, sorry about that. I was so tired after the field.“ Yoongi chuckled.

           "It’s okay. My family may tease a lot but they pretty much forget about it the next day. Except for Tae. Tae likes to bring it back as much as he can.”

           Yoongi smiled at you as you grabbed his arm and started pressing your fingers against his muscles. He groaned then felt smaller hands take his other arm and attempt to do the same.

           "Is this okay, Mister?“ the twins asked.

           He grinned gratefully and nodded. "Perfect. Thank you.”

           The girls giggled and continued copying you.

           "It seems like you do this often?“ Yoongi directed to you.

           Your lips curled up, "Yeah. I learned from my mom. She would do it to my dad often when I was younger and so, I wanted to do it to my brother too. Now I do it while she tends to other things.”

           After his arm started feeling more relaxed, he felt you hesitate.

           "Legs too?“

           "Yeah.” He answered without much thought.

           But when he felt your hands on his thighs, he tensed up. Oh.

           His eyes wandered down and spotted your cheeks turning a light shade of red as you kneaded your knuckles and palm on his thigh. The girls giggled and started doing the same to his other leg, but it ended up tickling more than massaging. Yoongi bit his lip to fight back his laughter.

           "Make sure you girls are getting all those bumps in his muscles.“ You instructed.

           "Yes ~” they replied.

           "There’s a big bump right there.“ One of the twins spoke, but Yoongi was too into the massage to really think much of their statement.

           "Ooo I’ll get it!”

           Yoongi hurriedly sat up when he felt pressure in that area between his legs. The twins were taken aback by his reaction and he stared at them in shock. Then realized that they had no idea what it was that they had touched. He laughed nervously as he covered it up shyly with his own hand, afraid they would graze his sensitive area again.

           "That’s a big knot, Mister. Y/N, might need to do that one.“ the twins pointed out.

           Yoongi saw you follow the direction of their finger that was pointing towards his crotch. He assumed you saw his horrified expression and defensive position, and put two and two together.

           "Oh my god. Did you touch him there?!” You leaped up at the realization.  

           "Yeah, you told us to get all the bumps.“ The twins blinked up at you innocently.

           "Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” You breathed, worriedly glancing at him.

           "I-it’s okay. I was just a bit surprised.“ Yoongi felt his cheeks warm and you also averted your gaze.

           "Um hold on. I had them come in to help with your back…maybe we should do that first…” You suggested frantically, and he nodded in agreement.

           He hurriedly flipped onto his chest, grateful that none of you would pay any attention to his “bump” while he was in such a position.

           "Okay girls. Just like how you do to do Papa and Jin.“ You instructed and soon Yoongi felt their little feet marching all over his back.

           He exhaled and closed his eyes; the pressure was exactly what he needed to loosen his strained muscles. If the twins weren’t giggling so loudly, he would have fallen back asleep easily. But after a few minutes, the constant drumming dissipated and he groggily opened one eye to find your face looking at him curiously.

           "Wow. You look the same in the morning.” he stated.

           He caught your eyes widen slightly in surprise, then you chuckled.

           "Thanks? I guess.“

           "Y/N. What about the big bump between his legs? Will you be helping with that?” The twins brought it up again.

           Yoongi looked up at you and you two shared an amused look.

           "Um…that’s something that’ll go away on its own. Don’t worry. Now go run along and help them in the chicken coop, okay?“

           "Thanks girls.” Yoongi stated, still faced down comfortably on the ground.

           They giggled and patted his head.

           "You’re welcome Mister. I hope you’ll come out and play with us soon!“

           "Is your sister good at massages?” he questioned.

           "Oh, she’s the best! Jin, Dad, and Tae say that they could work in the field for hours after she massages them!“ the girls exclaimed. "In the country side, they call her the ‘Miracle Hands’.”

           You blushed and shooed the two away.

           "I’m sure I’ll be out to play with you in no time then.“ Yoongi smiled lazily and caught your lips curling up gently too.

           "Okay. But here, Mister.”

           A sewed together stuffed animal appeared in front of his face.

           "Sometimes her massages hurts though…Tae-Tae holds this when it does.“

           "Thank you.”

           "Alright girls, go on.“ You ushered.


           The giggling grew further away and the door shut softly. Yoongi felt your light footsteps against the ground, but no words were exchanged between you two. Instead, he felt your fingers curl into his hamstrings and he groaned.

           "Sorry about that.” You said apologetically. “They’re a bit young.”

           Yoongi chuckled. “Well they weren’t wrong, right? It was a big bump.”

           He felt you smack his leg at your comment.


           Yoongi laughed as he rested his cheek on the ground, reveling in your touch against his aching calves. "I thought I was a pretty cool and smooth guy. But odd things keep happening here.”

           "Welcome to the country side, Silver Spoon.“ He heard the jeering tone in your voice.

           "Okay, Miracle Hands Farm Girl. Why am I 'Silver Spoon’?”

           "Cause you’ve literally never had to work for anything in your life. You were born into wealth. There’s that saying that you were 'born with a silver spoon in your mouth’.“

           Yoongi hummed, unable to deny the truth of that statement because well, everybody in Daegu knew everything about him and his family.

           "Why did you come to the city?”

           He felt your fingers still then start again.

           "Mmm, because I wanted more than this.“

           "I think this is nice.” Yoongi smiled.


           "Mhm.” Yoongi nodded.


           "I don’t know…” Yoongi hummed as he sat up, turning to face you as he thought more deeply about it. When his eyes found you staring back at him curiously, he realized his answered. “It just feels like what I imagined a home to feel like.”

           He watched you slightly frown at the sadness behind his statement then smile gently again a few seconds later.

           "Well I’m glad you think so.“ Then you giggled. "I mean, they did already see you pretty much naked after all.”

           Yoongi laughed heartily. “I guess that’s one way to bond.”

           "Alright, well.“ You stood up and he watched you dust your clothes off. "Get changed and meet me out in the front.”

           You turned to leave then paused. “Oh right.” You chucked a bottle at him. “Sunscreen. The sun’s supposed to be scorching today so apply that often.”

           "Yes ma'am.“

           With a curt nod, you left the room. Yoongi grabbed the stuffed animal that the twins had left him and grinned widely. He really did feel like a new man after that massage. He was ready to tackle this day in higher spirits than the day before.

           "She’s got to teach Leo that one of these days.” he mumbled to himself as he got ready.

           Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise when he spotted you waiting outside, wearing a large straw hat, short shorts, and a loose tank top. He hadn’t known you for long, but he was still constantly being surprised by you.

           "Well damn.“ he laughed.

           You turned and raised an eyebrow. "What?”

           "Well you’re always covered up from head to toe in the office. I was surprised you’d wear something like this.“ he admitted.

           He saw you blush slightly then huff. "I can’t exactly wear professional attire when working on the farm. And it’s going to be hot. I need ventilation in order to be 100% efficient and beneficial.”

           "Sure, sure.“ Yoongi waved away your logic. "Whatever you say.”

           You rolled your eyes, “Follow me then.”

           He grinned widely as he did so. “What new thing am I doing today?”

           "Milking the cows.“

           As far as fears go, you’ve encountered plenty thanks to your childhood on the countryside, then later with your clients in the city. But never did it occur to you that someone would have a fear of cows, until you watched Yoongi’s face turn even paler than usual at the mention of them.

           "Wh-what?” You glanced around, wondering if he had seen a ghost.

           "Y/N. I-I can’t.“ he shook his head fervently.

           "You can’t?”

           "I don’t like cows.“ he breathed.

           You looked at him incredulously. "What?”

           His breathing shallowed. “I think back when mom and dad were alive. They took me to a farm and I wandered away. A cow almost trampled me and ever since then, I’ve been terrified of them.”

           You relaxed realizing it stemmed from a traumatic childhood experience. “You’re really open, aren’t you?”

           "What?“ he blinked.

           "Well you just told me one of your biggest fears and the back story. That’s not something everyone divulges easily.”

           "Why not?“

           "People can use it against you.”

           "Are you going to sick a cow on me?“ He raised an eyebrow.

           "Well, no…”

           "I trust you.“ he stated with a shrug. "I don’t know why. But ever since we met, I felt like I can trust you.”

           You stared at him, trying to figure him out. “I really don’t understand you, Mr. Min.”

           His lips curled up. “I don’t think I’m that hard to figure out.”

           "But you are.“ You chuckled. "And I’m not one to like being puzzled for long.”

           "Is that your subtle way of telling me you want to get to know me better?“ he grinned cheekily.

           You rolled your eyes and avoided answering him. "You said you trusted me right?”


           "Then come milk the cows with me.” You outstretched your hand. “I promise on my job and doubled salary that you’ll be safe.”

           "Well if you promise it on those things…“ Yoongi bit his lip. "I guess I’ll have to.”

           Shakily, he grabbed onto your hand and let you lead him inside. Everyone in the family was already inside, milking and chatting away loudly. Even Leo was beside Jin watching him curiously.

           "Oohh~ the love birds.“ Tae beamed as he spotted you two. "Even holding hands now, huh?”

           "Shush, Tae.“ You snapped. "He has a cow phobia so I’m trying to help him.”

           "Aww no.“ Tae quickly frowned, sympathetically. "I’m the same with lizards. If you need to hold my hand too hyung, just let me know.”

           Yoongi smiled at him thankfully, but his legs felt wobbly being surrounded by cows. He had visions of them all going on a rampage in the enclosed space and seriously injuring everyone.

           You felt him squeeze your hand tightly and you glanced back at him. His eyes were blown out and frantic, a look you hadn’t ever seen on him. He was usually calm and collected, passive to most things. The vulnerable look awakened your maternal instincts and made you want to protect him. You squeezed his hand back reassuringly and he directed his attention back to you.

           "You’re good, Mr. Min. Trust me.“

           You saw him gulp, but nod nonetheless. With your free hand, you dragged two little stools beside the unattended cow eating peacefully.

           "Sit and I’ll guide your hands.” You instructed.

           Nervously, he did so. You straddled the stool behind him and reached around grabbing his hands.

           "You think you can put on gloves on your own?“

           "This might be lame…” he chuckled. “But I don’t think I can move anything right now…”

           You nodded and helped pull the gloves over his stiff fingers. You placed a pail underneath the cow’s utters and wrapped your arms around Yoongi carefully.

           In the distance, Tae was singing some old love song tauntingly, but you tried to fight back the urge to yell at him, seeing how tense Yoongi was in front of you.

           "Y/N. I-I don’t think I can do this.“

           "Yes, you can.” You said softly. “You’re not alone.”

           You felt him relax at your statement.

           "Not alone?“

           "Yeah. I’m gonna stay behind you.” You giggled. “I won’t leave you to do it alone when I know you’re afraid. That’s just cruel.”

           You spotted him smile a bit, but then the cow lifted one of its legs lightly. He hurriedly spun into you and curled up into your chest. When you saw how quickly he retreated, you felt sorry for forcing him to do this all of a sudden. You patted his back gently to calm him down. Then he seemed to have realized what he had done because he scrambled away from you.


           "It’s fine. Look.” you pointed and he turned. “She probably just had a leg itch or something.”

           Then you paused.

           "We can just skip this if–“

           "No.” he stated firmly and straightened up in front of you. “If I don’t do this now, I’ll have to live with it forever. Let’s do this.”

           You chuckled and grabbed his hands in yours, guiding it towards the utters.

           "Oh this is so weird…“ Yoongi winced. "Is it okay to touch it? Like shouldn’t we ask her permission or something?”

           "I did this morning. Don’t worry.“ You teased.

           "Oh my god. This is going to feel weird.” He squeezed his eyes shut as you moved his hands for him.

           You laughed as you continued to do the motions for him.

           "You’re doing it already. Open your eyes.“

           Yoongi peeked out and spotted both of your hands squeezing the utters rhythmically and milk coming out of it.

           "Oh gross. No.” he groaned. “This is so weird. I don’t like this.”

           "I thought so at first.“ Tae called out. "But then I started thinking of it as lasers coming out of a gun and you’re pulling the trigger, and then it became AWESOME! Pew pew!”

           "No Tae. Please.“ Your younger sister shook her head.

           "You’re just jealous you don’t have an intergalactic space cow shooting lasers.” Tae huffed.

           Yoongi chuckled at the two’s bickering.

           "You think you can do it on your own?“

           "No.” he said quickly.

           "Too bad.“ You released your hands from his and he began sputtering irregularly. "Relax. Since you like music, think of a steady beat.”

           "How’d you know I liked music?“

           "Um you had a bunch of CDs in your car. And in your house there’s a large vinyl record player, a massive stereo system in your living room, AND your bathroom. And you listened to music all the way here the other day? But you know, it’s just a big guess.” You grinned.

           He snorted. “Smartass.”

           "Oooo! Mister said a bad word!!“ One of the twins tattled.

           "Oops. What’s my punishment?” Yoongi shot you a worried look.

           "You just have to give them a piggyback later. Will you be able to handle that Hercules?“

           Yoongi snorted. "They’re light. Please.”

           "Both of them at the same time.“

           "Okay…it’s pushing it… but I think I can manage.” Yoongi bantered.

           You giggled.

           Suddenly, Leo stepped in front of your cow, with a cup of fresh milk, staring at it intensely.

           "Leo, what’re you…?“ Yoongi questioned.

           Leo lifted his cup and drank, maintaining eye contact with the animal.

           "Oh, noooo!” Yoongi groaned, in disgust. “Leo! Don’t do that! That’s practically cannibalism.”

           "No it’s not.“ You laughed. "You’re ridiculous.”

           "Then harassment! That came out of them!“ Yoongi complained.

           "I was complimenting them.” Leo explained and patted the cow’s head gently. “It tastes good.”

           "Oh…come on.“ Yoongi winced, making a face of disapproval at Leo.

           "Want to taste, Sir?”

           "No.“ Yoongi shut his lips together as Leo pushed the cup into his mouth.

           "Miss.” Leo stated and you obliged by wrapping your arms tightly around Yoongi so he couldn’t escape.

           Yoongi wriggled and shook his head as the two of you ganged up on him.

           "Just a sip, Mr. Min.“

           "I refuse! I’ll drink it later, but I want them to like me so I won’t in front of them!” he protested.

           Leo smiled slightly and retreated respectfully.

           "Oh, so that’s how it is. How thoughtful.“ You smirked, noticing that Yoongi’s hands automatically went back to milking the cow.

           "That is how it is.”

           "Looks like you’re doing fine with them though.“ You pointed out and Yoongi finally realized that he was milking unconsciously. He pulled his hands back, surprised.

           "When did those get there?”

           "Got an utter fetish, Mr. Min?“ You teased.

           "Gross. No way.”

           "Hey, you never know- to each their own. But I do have to protect my cows so please be honest so I can bring out the restraining order.“

           "Shut up.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

           You chuckled as you squatted beside him and watched happily.

           "What?“ he questioned.

           "Nothing. Just standing by to make sure you’re okay.” You shrugged.

           He smiled. “Thanks.”

           "I mean, you’re still my boss and the Chairman’s grandson. Don’t want to be arrested for assembling an army of cows against you.“

           Yoongi shivered. "Don’t say things like that.”

           "'The Planet of the Cows’, 'The Rise of Zombie Cows’.“ You pressed in an eerie tone.

           "Stooppp!” Yoongi whined.

           "Oh Mister!“ the twins called out. "Did that bump in your pants go away?”

           "What??“ Everyone else looked at you two in surprise.

           "Yeah, there was a big bump between his legs. Apparently it goes away on its own though. But it was pretty hard when I touched it.”

           "Oh my god.“ You mumbled under your breath, not sure whether to laugh hysterically or be mortified.

           "You mean his knees?” Tae tilted his head to the side. “Silly, that’s not a muscle.”

           "Okay!“ Jin squeaked, getting the jist of the conversation, and stood up while clapping his hands. "I think it’s time to move on to the next thing. What do you think?”

           The twins cheered excitedly.

           Jin shot a questioning glance towards you and Yoongi. You lifted your hands up innocently.

           "It was the usual morning problem. You should know, right?“ You stuck your tongue out defiantly.

           Jin glared at you with a blush then scurried the twins away.

           "Do you always talk about your older brother’s morning wood?” Yoongi snorted.

           "Oh that.“ Tae appeared beside you two, leaning against the cow nonchalantly, and grinning widely. "One time, Jin hyung had a wet dream. At the time, me, Y/N, and him were still sharing a room cause we were all kids and whatever. Being younger and more energetic though, me and Y/N woke up earlier than him and saw you know…his thing rising up in his shorts… and we thought an animal climbed into his pants and we both screamed for help. Everyone came and witnessed Jin hyung’s ASCENSION to manhood…literally.” Tae bellowed the last statement valiantly.

           "You all thought it was an animal?!“ Yoongi cracked up. "Just how big is he?”

           "No, no, no, no.“ You stood up. "We are not discussing this in my presence.”

           "Shall we compare later?“ Tae wiggled his eyebrows to Yoongi, who did it playfully in return.

           "Oh my gosh. Please don’t.” You covered your ears frantically.

           Tae and Yoongi laughed as you jogged around the cow to make yourself forget what you just heard.

           "Is Y/N the only one who’s prim and proper around here?“ Yoongi questioned.

           Tae hummed. "Pretty much? But it’s been helpful. She organized all our chores and stuff into a schedule so it makes things easier. She helps out other farms to work more efficiently too.”

           "Ahh.“ Yoongi glanced at you as continued smacking your ears and mumbling incoherent things to yourself.

           "Yoongi dear. Would you like to help me in the kitchen?” Your mom suddenly appeared getting all your attention.

           "Really?“ Yoongi blinked. "But I’ve never–”

           "I’ll teach you. Come.“

           "Are you sure?” Yoongi glanced at you and Tae.

           "Yeah, go.“ You urged. "Consider yourself lucky. You get out of morning duties.”

           "Auntie! How about me?“ Tae called, batting his eyes sweetly.

           "Nope. Just Yoongi.” Your mom bluntly stated, causing Tae to fake cry into your arms.

           Your mom then flinched when Leo appeared beside her suddenly. She exhaled and patted his cheek.

           "You can come too Leo. If you insist.“

           Leo’s lips curled up slightly and the two followed her back into the house.

           "Yoongi and Y/N kissing in the tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” Tae sang as soon as they disappeared, and skipped around you tauntingly.

           "I was going to let your singing earlier slide, but not this.“ You growled and grabbed Tae’s ear, twisting it. "Let’s go help the others, my dear cousin.”

           "Ow. Ow. Y/N. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!“ Tae winced.  

           Yoongi smiled as he watched you wrestling Tae roughly as you two departed the barn.

           "So she can be like that too.” he mumbled to himself.

           "Yoongi dear.“ your mom called sweetly.

           "Oh yes Mom.” he said easily, surprising himself.

           "Can you take out the egg carton out of the fridge?“

           "Sure.” Yoongi obeyed.

           "So you’ve never cooked before?“ she asked.

           "Oh no… Leo had always cooked for me. If not, one of our maids.” Yoongi explained.

           "What about when you’re away from home?“

           "I just buy food. But Leo is always close by so…”

           "No, no, no.“ your mom shook her head. "A man needs to be able to feed himself somehow, someway. I’ll teach you how to make eggs, okay? Then we’ll make honey ham.”

           "Yum.“ Leo uttered softly.

           Yoongi threw his bodyguard an amused look before grabbing the carton from the fridge.

           Later on, you all walked into the house smelling like coal and burnt firewood in mild panic, wondering if something had caught fire. But then you all stopped at the door when you saw that Yoongi was sitting on the table apologetically, while Leo was showing off his expertly flashy cooking skills to your excited mom.

           "First time cooking didn’t go too well?” You patted his shoulder.

           "I couldn’t crack the eggs properly then I ended up burning them cause I was watching her and Leo with the ham. Then Leo exiled me.“ Yoongi pouted. "Said I was wasting food.”

           You laughed.

           "So I apologize if your eggs have shells in them.“ Yoongi bowed his head.

           "It’s all good. It’s extra nutrition.” Jin chuckled lightly. “Why don’t you help us set up the table then? Not everyone becomes a chef on their first try.”

           You and Tae rolled your eyes. “Oh no…don’t get him started.”

           "Except for me of course.“ Jin proudly grinned. "I was cooking and baking since I was little. When I was old enough to stand, I was holding a spatula. It’s a gift.”

           You and the other siblings groaned and went to go get the plate settings while Jin chatted away to Yoongi.

           "If you want, I could teach you a thing or two.“ Jin puffed up his chest.

           "Don’t do it.” Your sister whispered audibly, earning a glare from Jin.

           Yoongi giggled. “When I’m less busy, I’d appreciate the help. It’d be nice to cook what I wanted instead of waiting for Leo.”

           Leo looked over his shoulder curiously.

           "I love Leo’s cooking though!“ Yoongi tensed up. "It’d just be nice to give him a break!”

           Leo turned his attention back to the ham, appeased, and Yoongi visibly exhaled.

           "He gets scary with food.“ he whispered softly to the others.

           "I’ve noticed.” Tae giggled. “But so does Jin hyung. That’s probably why they get along.”

           Breakfast was saved thanks to Leo, but everyone’s eggs did have an immense collection of shells inside them.

           "What? Did you throw the entire egg inside?“ Your little sister commented.

           "Don’t be rude.” You scolded.

           Yoongi laughed and shook his head. “It’s okay. It pretty much ended that way.”

           "Ow.“ Tae spit out a shell and rubbed his cheek.

           "My bad.” Yoongi smiled weakly.

           "Don’t worry, honey. Cooking is one step at a time.“ your mom comforted him by rubbing his back. "The eggs didn’t turn out so bad.”

           The twins doused their eggs in ketchup in the middle of her statement, the container making a loud farting noise, earning a glare from their mother. Tae snickered at the sound and nudged Jin to join in.

           "What? It tastes less burnt with ketchup.“ the twins retorted with a shrug.

           You shook your head and sighed at your family’s bluntness.

           Yoongi giggled, not minding it.

           "Next time for sure, I’ll get it. You can bet on it.”

           After breakfast, everyone set out to clean the biggest barn, where they stored hay and other equipment. You giggled as you watched Yoongi struggle to carry stacks of hay and get scolded by your father to properly use his legs, not his back when lifting. You also looked on as he fooled around with Tae by jumping into stacks of hay on a dare and both of them getting told off by Jin. Then in retaliation they shoved Jin into the stack with them and the eldest began whining that the hay was hurting him.

           The twins then joined in and demanded for Yoongi to enact his swear punishment at that moment. With a determined breath, Yoongi knelt down and allowed them to climb onto his back. Jin was in panic at how unsafe it was, while Tae was running around asking Yoongi to catch him. You smiled as you watched the happy scene.

           "He’s nice.“ Your sister’s voice pulled your eyes away from them.

           "Yeah, he is.”

           "You made it seem like he was the devil before.“

           "Okay. I might’ve exaggerated.” You rolled your eyes as you bundled up the hay in a swift motion. “But he was being a lazy ass at work. I’m a bit nervous he’ll still be that way. We’ll be going back tomorrow after all.”

           Your sister smiled gently and didn’t say much else, so you went back to watching the others as you mindlessly cleaned up.

           "Mister! Mister! Faster! Tae is getting away!“ The twins giggled. "Catch him!”

           "Hold on!“ Yoongi instructed and seeing their chance, the twins gripped his pink hair tightly. He cried out in pain as the twins cackled.

           "Girls!” Jin bellowed sternly.

           They gave Jin their best puppy faces, but their older brother was immune to that, having gone through yours and your younger sister’s puppy dog pouts already.

           "Down.“ Jin ordered firmly.

           The girls slid off Yoongi’s back with their head hung down dramatically.

           "What will you say to Yoongi?” Jin crossed his arms. “It’s not nice to hurt people, right?”

           The twins nodded and pouted, turning to face Yoongi who was rubbing his scalp. “We’re sorry, Mister.”

           Yoongi chuckled and patted their heads. “It’s okay. And just call me Oppa. I’m a bit younger than your brother so I feel old being called 'Mister’.”

           The girls beamed up at him excitedly, forgetting that they were being scolded in mere seconds. “Oppa! Oppa!”

           Yoongi grinned widely at their enthusiasm.

           "Hey! Someone push me!“ Tae, feeling neglected, called out from inside a wheelbarrow.

           "Oh for goodness sake, Tae. Get out of that wheelbarrow.” You chimed, seeing your cousin goofily grinning and trying to roll himself forward from inside it.

           "I’ll push!“ Yoongi volunteered.

           "No, Mr. Min–”

           He stuck his tongue out at you rebelliously. Then he proceeded to push forward, but it didn’t budge.

           "Huh?“ he blinked then used his legs as a staple to move the wheelbarrow forward.

           Everyone fought back their laughter as Yoongi tried several methods of getting the cart to budge while Tae cheered him on eagerly. Suddenly, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. All of his failed attempts were just too hysterically sad. The others soon joined you.

           "I was going to say that Tae’s pretty heavy for you to wheel around.” You wiped your tears as you cracked up.

           "What’s that supposed to mean?“ Yoongi was offended.

           "I mean…” you giggled. “You couldn’t move him even the slightest!”

           Yoongi rolled up his sleeves and pressed his back against the cart, digging his feet into the ground. He held his breath and leaned, willing the wheelbarrow to move until his face got red and he ran out of oxygen. With a gasp, he fell on his butt, defeated.

           Tae giggled and scratched the back of his head. “My bad. It’s not you, it’s me.”

           "I’m pretty sure it’s him.“ Your younger sister snorted, pointing at Yoongi, and everyone continued their giggle fit.

           Yoongi sighed as he stood up. He then found himself smiling at everyone having a good time– even if it was because they were laughing at his weak ass. Their laughter and cheerfulness were quite infectious.

           After the barn clean up, and as per usual, the men returned to the field, while the women and girls tended to their own chores around the farm. And once the sun began setting, the men made their way back before it go too dark to find their way back.

           "I made a big dinner because tomorrow’s the beginning of the new week and the first work day!” Your mother clapped excitedly and everyone cheered just as enthusiastically, exhausted and starving from their labor.

           Everyone stuffed food into their mouths without manners and you frowned until you spotted Leo and Yoongi doing the same. Chuckling, you used your utensils to split the chicken and eat it, but you were relieved to see the two were fitting right in.

           Leo even went so far as to fight Jin for the last chicken.

           No one had ever dared to do that to Jin.

           But you weren’t sure who was more intimidating at this point. Both of them seemed pretty intent on eating the last piece. The two had decided to play rock, papers, scissors, which Jin ultimately lost, much to his dismay.

           Still sulking, Jin turned in early while the others took turns washing up.

           Yoongi, still getting used to the “sleeping early, waking up early” routine, decided that he’d be fine washing up last. So he stepped out of the bathroom and into the darkness and stillness of the house. Everyone was already fast asleep.

           Curiously, he padded his way passed the kitchen to the living room. He frowned, seeing you curled up inside a thin blanket, lying on the ragged couch comfortably. He had suspected that you had offered him your own blanket the night before, and seeing you like this just confirmed it. He knelt beside you and pulled the sheet over your exposed shoulder, tucking you in so there was absolutely no way a draft would come in. Then, he made a mental note to order Leo to go to his apartment tomorrow to grab a few more things to bring back to the house.

           He flinched as you suddenly moved, curling up more deeply inside your blanket and mumbled.

           "No. These are the wrong stats. We won’t merge…“ You furrowed your brows angrily.

           Yoongi chuckled and poked your forehead. "Such a workaholic.”

           "Stupid Mr. Min. Won’t help.“

           He blinked and stood up, frowning at your sleeping figure.

           What was he going to do tomorrow?


Joy Comes After Fear

Tagging @rubyphilomela for her love of Prompto and need for fluff, @blindbae because her new headcanons are killing us both, and @alicemoonwonderland because we were both talking about writing Prompto fluff. Don’t be mislead by the title, I swear it is all fluff.

Months had passed since Noctis disappeared into the crystal and even though you could tell Prompto was sad and missed his best friend, but he was still a positive and upbeat person. You helped each other’s wounds heal and eventually it turned into something more. You guys decided to rent an apartment not too far from Hunter H.Q. in Meldacio. The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

As you sat in the cramped bathroom of your one bedroom apartment frozen in fear. Was this real? Was this really happening to you? Your heart seemed to beat a mile a minute as the bright pink plus sign stared you right in the face. You were pregnant and at a loss for words.

Silent tears rolled down your face as you fumbled with the plastic stick in your hand. How the hell were you going to tell Prompto? You’d only been together a couple of months before the journey to Altissia began. How were you supposed to raise a child in the darkness while the daemons were more abundant than ever? What were you going to do about money? You couldn’t let Prompto do all the work and earn all the gil to provide for your growing family, but you also couldn’t go on hunts anymore.

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Protective Dad (Klaus X Daughter!Reader)

AUTHORS NOTE: Hi, Kat here! Just wanted to start off by saying I’d appreciate any feedback on my writing or any requests you may have for a one shot or dabble. Happy reading! 1463 WORDS

           Imagine being Klaus’ adopted, human, daughter and being in an abusive relationship and Klaus finds out.

           Looking in the mirror was a terrifying sight to see this morning. There was a hand shaped bruise around your neck that was turning a gruesome mix of blue and black; this was going to be a challenge to cover up. A loud knock on the bathroom door startles you out of your thoughts causing you to spin around and in the process hit your bruised hip from last week. Biting your lip to hold back a cry of pain, you take a deep breath to collect yourself before answering the knock without moving to open the door “Yeah?” you call. “Y/N, Darling, I need my paint brushes I left on the counter,” you hear your Dad, the infamous Niklaus Mikaelson, answer through the door. He found you 14 years ago hiding in the gutters of New Orleans, you were only three and no one is sure how you got there. He’d been reluctant to take you home with him, seeing a tiny, helpless human girl as nothing but a burden but Aunt Rebekah hadn’t taken no for an answer.

         You’d attached yourself to Klaus immediately. You followed him everywhere, when he would paint, you’d pull out your crayons and ‘paint’ too, when he would ‘eat’ you would you try to grab his glass of blood to have the same thing he did. You wanted to be just like him, and everyone found it endearing, if not a bit odd; but Klaus found it annoying. You were 5 when he first showed you his Hybrid face in an attempt to scare you away from him. At first you’d jumped away and hid from him, but after peaking out from behind the couch you’d hidden behind, you walked over to him and traced your fingers over the veins under his eyes and smiled gently up at him. That was when Klaus decided he would take you as his own, you would be his daughter, his light. He swore that day he would never let harm befall you.

         You cruse to yourself, trying in a hurry to find some way to hide the bruises on your neck “Uh, yeah, hold on a second Dad,” you yell. You grab the shirt you’d taken off to inspect the damage your boyfriend, David, had left on you last night, throwing it back over your head. You met David at last year’s Mardi Gras, he was so sweet and funny, he made you laugh all night and he cared so much about you, rarely talking about himself. That should have been a warning sign, you realize, because two months after you’d been seeing him was the first time he’d hit you. You went over to his house to spend the day with him, while you were waiting for him to finish getting dressed you decided to text your Uncle Kol. He came out just as you sent the message to Kol about how you love and missed him, David came over and read the text immediately grabbing your arm and spinning you around, a look of rage on his face. He accused you of being a cheating whore, and slapped you before dragging you to the door by your hair and throwing you out onto the sidewalk and slamming the door in your face not letting you explain that Kol was your uncle, not some boy you were flirting with. That was only the first time, as time progressed it just got worse. Smaller and smaller things would set him off, and his ‘punishments’ only got more and more intense. You couldn’t really explain why you stayed with him. He always bought you nice things after a fight apologizing and begging you not to leave him and you guessed you just took pity on him. You kept telling yourself this was the last time, but it never was.

         This time had been the worst of all of them. You were cooking for him while he watched football and as you were setting the table, you bumped a plate and it fell, breaking into pieces at your feet. You scrambled to clean up the broken glass but when you heard him get up you froze. “What the fuck did you do, you dumb cunt?” he yelled as he marched up to you, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you into the wall. “That’s my good China you just fucking broke! You really are a useless whore, aren’t you? You can’t even set the table without breaking something!” he screamed, spit flying. You gripped at his arm, desperately trying to get air into your lungs. He slammed you into the wall again, never losing his grip and you blacked out. When you woke up, he was back in the living room watching football, having left you discarded on the dining room floor. You didn’t bother getting your shoes or any of your other belongings before hightailing it out of his house, to your own home.

         That’s how you ended up here, desperately trying to hide what David had done to you, from your Dad. You knew he’d kill him if he found out, and in some sick way you did love him. Looking at yourself seeing that your shirt barely covered any of the bruises you took your long hair down, pulling it over your shoulders effectively covering a good amount of the dark, angry marks. You grabbed your Dads paint brushes before open the door to reveal your grinning father. “Took you long enough, love,” he teased. You gave him a wide smile that didn’t reach your eyes “Sorry, I was getting ready to jump in the shower,” you lied. “Too bad, I was hoping you would join me in the art room for a while. You never seem to have time for me anymore.” he comments and he’s right. You’re always at David’s beck and call in fear of what would happen to you if you weren’t, so your time with The Original family has significantly diminished. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been so busy with school and work…” you trail off and he smirks “And you’re boyfriend I have yet to meet,” he finishes. Your shoulders tense and you nod. Klaus notices this change and furrows his eyebrows in concern “Darling, is something wrong,” he questions and you shake your head. You won’t look up at him, you know that if you do he’ll see right through you. He knows you better than you know yourself, and you know him the same; you’ve always been a Daddy’s Girl.

         He lifts your chin with his finger looking over your face when he catches sight of one of the bruises on your neck. He uses his free hand to move your hair away from your neck and as he does so the tears break free from your eyes. “Y/N, who did this to you,” he asks softly, through you can feel the rage bubbling up under his calm exterior. You just look up at him, tears falling freely, lip wobbling. “Did that little boyfriend of yours, do this to you,” he states more than questions and all you can do is nod at him. He lets go of your face and moves quickly toward the front door. “Dad,” you yell as you chase after him “Daddy, stop!” you catch up to him as he opens the front door and you grab his arm. He turns to look at you, his face hard. He’s struggling not to rip himself from your grasp and rip that disgusting humans head off of his shoulders for daring lay a hand on his Baby girl. “Were you going to tell me? To tell any of us!Bloody hell! How could you let someone do that to you, Y/N? I’m going to kill him, I’m going to rip his heart from his chest and feed it to him,” he declares. “Dad, no! I’m okay, I’m not going back to him I swear. Please I just-” your voice cracks and you start to sob, collapsing into Klaus’ chest.  Klaus’ face softens and he cradles you to him running his fingers through your hair. “I need you here. I just want to be held by my Dad. Please just stay here with me,” you mumble into his chest. He sighs and picks you up before speeding to the couch, keeping you cuddled into his chest. “You will never be near him again. No one will ever touch you like that again,” you nod into his chest before drifting to sleep. Klaus looks down at you, he torture that mongrel tomorrow, right now his baby needed him.


Ramsay x Reader Imagine

[Imagine: Ramsay, your childhood friend, takes you to his castle after the war begins, fearing for your safety. You are the only person he has ever truly loved and you love him for the way he treats you but you know what Ramsay is like towards others] / smut

Winterfell is not what is used to be like anymore. You remember it from some of your earliest memories when your father showed it to you when you were a little girl. Your father is dead by now, killed in the war. 
However, Winterfell is a ruin now and the Starks can no longer call it their home. “What have you done here?”, you ask Ramsay, who rides next to you.
“This is a war, (Y/N)”, he says. “This is what castles look like in a war.”
You know what Ramsay did. What his father did. But you thank the Gods that he did not forget about you, ever, found you, and saved you.
As you get closer to the castle, you smell an awful smell and before you can wonder where it might come from, you see it: Skinned people, hanging there like on the Bolton’s banner.
You close your eyes. You know exactly that is was Ramsay who did this.
Trying to hide the fear in your eyes you look at him. “Who are they?”, you ask him.
“Stark loyalists. They begged me for mercy and when I was about to grant them mercy they begged me to kill them. It was easier than I thought it would be.”, Ramsay answers and smiles at you.
You don’t say a word. He had something cruel about him ever since you knew him, even as a child. But he never harmed you. Instead, he protected you from the kids who tried to harm you. And then their little bodies were found in the woods, their skin pealed off. 
You always knew what Ramsay is capable of. And you’re scared of him because of that. But now that you have no one else left, you trust in the Gods that it may stay like this, that Ramsay may never hurt you, that his intentions with you are pure.
“You’ll be safe here, (Y/N)”, he says to you as you enter the gates. “You may call it your home.”
You nod. You never felt more like a stranger than in these walls. It’s like you’re an invader, like the dead Starks are watching you with their rotten eyes.
The thought of it makes you shiver.
Ramsay helps you off your horse and gives your bags to a servant.
“Bring them to the Lady’s chamber.”, he tells him.
You smile at the man and whisper “Thank you” as he takes your bags.
“No need to thank them, (Y/N). He’s my servant, he’s doing what I told him to.”, Ramsay says roughly.
“Well, my bags are heavy and there are many staircases in this castle. A little kindness might brighten up his day, I thought.”, you say softly and look up the the destroyed towers of Winterfell.
The terrible smell of death and rotting bodies is in the air and some parts of the castle are burnt. 
“Let us go inside.”, Ramsay says and you look at him again.
He takes your arm and you go inside. On your way you realize how frightened everyone is of him. When he walk in, people don’t dare to look at him.
A little girl in the hallway drops a wet towel as you walk by.
Ramsay stands still and stares at her. You can feel the girl’s fear.
“Leave her.”, you whisper to him. “Leave her, these things happen, she can dry the floor.”
He looks at you again and starts walking again. “It seems to me like everyone here is scared of you.”, you say as you enter Ramsay’s rooms.
He takes off your coat. “That is none of your business.”
You know it’s better to shut your mouth now. 
“I hope you enjoy your stay.”, he says and you sit down. “If something doesn’t please you, tell me about it.”
After a while of silence you say: “I thought you had forgotten about me.”
He smiles. This smile makes your stomach tingle.
‘What a stupid, naive girl you are’, you think. 
“Never.”, he says. “Nothing has changed.”
You remember how he kissed you when you were 14. It was the days his father took Ramsay with him.
You feel like there is so much to say but you don’t dare to. Seeing who Ramsay is, what he does, keeps you quiet.

The next morning you decide to walk around the castle. You imagine what it must have been like when the starks were still alive. You had always respected them but now you have to be quiet about that.
Times have changed.
Down in the court you see a little girl rope skipping. It’s the same girl that dropped the towel the day before.
You go to her. “What is your name?”, you ask her.
“Ellys.”, she answers.
“Hello, Ellys. I am (Y/N).”, you say and smile at her. As she smiles back at you you see that almost all of her teeth have fallen out.
You end up rope skipping with her. She is so cute and she tells you that her father works for the Boltons. 
“(Y/N)!”, you suddenly hear Ramsays voice yelling. It scared the hell out of you and you turn around.
But Ramsay just walks past you and grabs the little girl.
“Ramsay, no!”, you scream and try to hold him back.
“You don’t talk to her and you don’t touch her, do you want to see what -”
Ramsay seems like he completely lost his mind.
“LEAVE HER!”, you scream on top of your lungs and he stops.
Ellys uses the opportunity to run away.
“These people are dirt!”, Ramsay says to you.
“These people are terrified of you and now I understand why. I am terrified of you, too. You’re a monster, Ramsay.”, you whisper with tears in your eyes, scared for your life.
“What do you want me to do?”, he asks and your clearly hear the aggression in his voice.
“Stop hurting people for no reason but your own amusement.”, you say and as you want to walk away, he grabs your wrist.
You close your eyes.
“I want to show you something.”, he says softly.
“What is it?”, you ask quietly. You cannot even tell whether he wants to hurt you or not. His face doesn’t say anything about his intentions.
“You’ll see.”, Ramsay says and smiles. This time his smile causes you nothing but fear.
“H-have I - angered you?”, you stutter.
He comes closer and kisses you. “You’re afraid?”
You nod.
“I would never hurt you, (Y/N).”, he says. 
You know that you actually have no choice than to follow him - and so you do so.
He takes your hand and takes you to a small hat where you hear dogs barking.
You know about Ramsay’s hunting hobby.
“Are you crying?”, he asks you and his voice got even softer.
“Please, don’t hurt me.”, you whisper, struggling to keep your voice steady.
“Love, I’m not going to hurt you.”, Ramsay says and takes you to one of the smaller spaces inside the hat.
You see something sitting in there, you can hear it breathing.
“This is…Reek.”, he says proudly. 
In this moment you realize that there is a human sitting inside. 
“Who is that - Ramsay?”, you ask, out of breath.
“Reek.”, he repeats and gets excited.
You see that ‘Reek’ has not enough fingers or skin on his body and his face looks empty, as if he was dead.
“What have you done to him?”, you ask, crying. “What has he done to deserve that?”
“I played with him!”, Ramsay says. “He has done nothing. My torture happened for absolutely no reason. It was fun, just for fun.”
You take some steps away from him.
Then you walk away.

You hate yourself for still having feelings for Ramsay.
The past days he made you many presents and treated you like a queen. You rode out and spend most of the time with him.
After all, he was still your friend. Your childhood friend, yet a psychopath. 
But he never hurt you.
The village where you had lived before was burnt down by southern troops and you realized that Ramsay actually saved your life.
“I scare you.”, Ramsay says as you sit in his chamber, having dinner with him.
“No.”, you say. “I’m only scared of your deeds. I realize how you are so different to me than you are to others. You have always been like this.”
He sighs. “I showed you Reek to show you who I am. So you don’t get false impressions - we haven’t seen each other for years now.”
“What does it give you? Hurting people?”, you ask him.
“Satisfaction.”, is Ramsay’s answer. “It feels like justice, it satisfies me.”

“Do you love me, Ramsay?”, you ask him after a while of silence. 
“I always have.”, he says. “Every day, ever since I met you.”
“Would you do anything for me?”, you ask.
“You want me to stop.”, he says and you cannot recognize the sound of his voice.
“I want you to know that well treated servants are more likely to be loyal towards their Lord. I want you to stop hurting these people, stop scaring them because it hurts and scares me, too.”, you explain.
Suddenly his facial expression becomes softer than you thought he was capeable of.
“Do you love me, (Y/N)?”, he asks you and gets up to come to you.
“Yes.”, you say and get up, too.
‘How can a single person be so naive?’, you ask yourself.
Suddenly you feel his lips on yours, harder than ever before.
But you push him away.
“Promise me you’ll try to change.”, you beg him.
“I swear it.”, he says. “I want to be good for you.”
You cannot believe him yet but nevertheless you let him kiss you again, lay you on the bed.
“Ramsay, no.”, you whisper, breathlessly.
You feel where this will lead to. 
“You’re still pure.”, he says, it’s not even a question.
You stare into his eyes, breathing heavily. They’re blue and cold like the sky in winter.
Then he kisses you again and suddenly you feel his hand between your thighs.
It’s good.
You would ask him to stop but you actually don’t want to. You enjoy his touch.
Never had a man touched you before, you are nervous.
“Spread your legs.”, Ramsay whispers into your ear as he kisses it.
“Ramsay, no -”, you moan quietly.
With one move he spreads your legs and you let him. 
He touches your inner thighs first and then moves on. His fingers on your sex feel like heaven. It makes you forget the things you know about this man.
“No, please,”, you moan between the kisses.
“Tell me you want me to stop.”, Ramsay says and looks deep into your eyes.
You don’t say a word.
He undresses you really quickly. You feel weird lying there, naked in front of his eyes.
But this is what you want. It feels as though you always wanted it.
“Spread your legs for me, love.”, he says and you do it.
This time he sticks his fingers inside of you. Only a little bit and it doesn’t hurt.
When he starts treating your sex with his tongue you feel nothing but pleasure.
You grab his hair and pull it, these dark curls. Moaning, screaming his name.
He stops and looks at you again.
“Are you ready?”, he asks you.
You nod. 
Ramsay kisses your breasts and plays with them, kisses them, kisses you.
Then you feel his sex on yours, moving. 
“I can’t promise you that it’s not going to hurt.”, he whispers. “But the pain will be pleasure soon after.”
You wrap your arms around his neck.
He sticks it inside of you and you want to say “Stop”, because it hurts you but he does it too quickly.
You scream a little, closing your eyes. He’s too big, you think. 
Ramsay doesn’t move. He just keeps kissing your lips.
“Get it out”, you say. “Please.”
“Wait, just a minute.”, Ramsay whispers.
You can feel his fingers rubbing your sex again but he won’t get out of you.
Ramsay starts moving, very softly. It feels strange but it doesn’t really hurt anymore.
“What did I tell you?”, he says, smiling mischievously at you.
It doesn’t take much time until he gets rough. But he was right, the pain turned into pleasure. You can’t get enough of it, enough of him.
“You’re so tight, I -”, Ramsay moans. “I think I can’t do this much longer.”
You moan his name, over and over again.
One last stroke - and the world turns around. You cum.
“Ramsay!”, you scream and in that very moment he pulls out of you, moaning.
But it’s too late.
He kisses you before you can say anything.
You can feel his cum running down your legs.
“It doesn’t matter.”, he says. “It doesn’t matter, we’ll get you some moon tea.”