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Hi! You seem to have become a sort of dinner consultant/therapist/cheerleader, which is delightful. I hope you don't mind if I ask a downer question--how do I will myself to make good food when I'm depressed, and feel deep down that I may not deserve proper nourishment? Than you, you're well.

I suffer from Depression, Bipolar, C-PTSD, ADHD and Memory Issues and yeah, I really get that feeling of not having the energy/focus/self-worth to make dinner.  I’m not a therapist or nutritionist, so all I can offer is things that have worked for me, and hope that some of them work for you:

It’s Better To Eat SOMETHING Than Nothing

No really.  There are a LOT of days when I’m too tired, too distractable or just too Blugh to cook.  And for days like that, I have microwave meals, or “put in pot and add water” things, like Mac N Cheese.  They’re not Organic, or Nutritionally Balanced but everything I’ve been told by every doctor and therapist I’ve had: EATING SOMETHING, EVEN MICROWAVE MAC OR CHIPS IS SO, SO MUCH BETTER FOR YOU THAN EATING NOTHING.

Food is not an all-or-nothing deal.  Humans have an amazing ability to take in nutrition from darn near anything that doesn’t kill us, which is part of the reason we’re all over the dang planet.  Any food is good food, esp when you haven’t eaten all day because your brain has been playing a shitty surrealist version of reality for you all day.

So when you CAN cook, cook, but if you can’t, don’t worry too much.  Just get something down your throat, and live to see the next, better, day.

Related: If you can’t do a full meal, but you CAN add *extras* to things to help you.  Tortilla Chips Depression meal? Add Salsa!  BAM! VEGETABLE SERVING!!  Can of beans? CHEESE.  OH LOOK, MORE PROTEIN.  whatever you can add is like, extra credit.  Good job you!

Actually Learning To Cook

So actually learning about food safety, spice theory, what happens chemically to food when you cook it and how to make different styles of cuisine confers a whole bunch of cool benefits for my sometimes-garbage brain:

  • I really like reading and learning new stuff, so making it a “learning a new thing” makes it less like a chore and more of an Interesting Distraction.
  • This doesn’t have to be any form of academically rigorous.  Like, watching cooking shows, looking up stuff online, or hell, googling stuff in the middle of the supermarket if something is on sale and you’re curious but don’t actually know what to do with it.   Good Eats and America’s Test Kitchen are both very educational and soothing to watch.
  • Also cooking shows are GREAT for both my anxiety and stimulating my appetite
  • Reduces the number of Thinking Spoons to actually make dinner.  If I have a general working knowledge of what things taste good and how to make them, it’s a lot less effort than trying to look up and follow a recipe.
  •   GO AHEAD AND USE SHORTCUTS.  No, really.  Those frozen cutlets of fish you stick in a toaster oven? GREAT.  pre-mixed seasoning? AWESOME. Frozen veggies are already cut up and are just as good as fresh.  Like if you don’t have the energy to do something, pre-made stuff is FANTASTIC for getting something healthy into your system for honestly not that much money or less in some cases.

Being Responsible For More Than Myself

The thing that has helped me take care of myself was getting engaged and a dog.  My mental illness has a neat shortcut where when I can’t do things for myself, I can magically do them for other people.  When I cook, I’m cooking for both myself and for my fiance.  Being responsible for making sure he eats a few nights a week is the biggest driving force in getting me to stay on enough of a schedule that I’ll be capable of cooking.  (He cooks other nights and whoever cooks, the other does the dishes.)

I realize that getting hitched is not in the cards for everyone and that’s hardly a reflection of one’s worth, but there are ways to add responsibility to your life if that helps with executive function.  Prior to meeting my fiance, My family had an elderly German shepherd with a sensitive stomach and I cooked him chicken and rice every night for three years on the vet’s recommendation.  Or maybe you cook for a neighbor once a week.  Or tie feeding your cat to you having dinner as well, becuase you can’t take care of fluffy if you’ve got low blood sugar, right?

Eating Is Self-Care, Like Taking Meds or Wearing Comfy Jammies

Another thing that helped me: Realizing that eating made me feel better.  Literally, if I keep my blood sugar stable (Prone to hypoglycemia), my mood’s better, I get fewer headaches, and so on.  What’s Healthy is different for everyone and I recommend talking to a nutritionist at least once to get an idea on what might be unique to you.  Most gyms, community centers or clinics will have someone on staff to help, but you should start by asking your GP for a recommendation.

So when I start too feel poorly, my checklist is “When was the last time I ate? Am I craving something?”  (Along with “Am I dehydrated?”  staying hydrated also helps with appetite issues) and I fin that I usually am.  Sometimes it’s salt, sometimes it’s a whole head of broccoli.  Food is our body’s main means of getting what it needs to survive and giving your body what it needs (even if it’s fat and sugar and carbs, which yes, you need sometimes) will make you feel better, I promise.

Eating Stuff You Actually Like 

Bananas are, allegedly, really good for me.  Potassium, vitamins, good fats etc.   They also taste like satan’s own diabetic mucus and I’m never gonna eat one if I can’t help it.  Just, No.  Don’t force yourself to eat things just becuase they’re healthy.  That’ll only make you hate eating.

Like I mentioned before, you, presumed human, can draw nutrition and calories from darn near anything.  So go boldly, and try new foods and spices and cooking methods and find things you actually enjoy eating.

  • Remember all those veggies you hated as a kid?  Try them again as an adult, because your taste buds literally change over time and things taste way less bitter than when you were a kid.  Try different cooking methods too- anything brassica is like 500% better tossed with olive oil, salt &pepper and roasted on a sheet pan. 
  • HOW you cook things makes a huge difference in both how they taste and how stressful cooking is.  Wanna leave something in a crock pot and forget about it until the timer goes off? AWESOME. Grilling becuase  you prefer something more engaging becuase you’re bored? ALSO GREAT.  Try out different cooking methids to find out what tastes good and is fun to do,
  • Are you one of those people that likes, 3 things, and can have them every night for eternity?  GO YOU, with your pre-planned menu!  Maybe call up a nutritionist to see if you need to be taking some extra vitamins, but really, this is fine too,

Ok this has gotten a mile long and kind of rambling but I hope it helps you!

Worst Patient on the Enterprise

Pairing: Leonard McCoy/Reader

Summary: The title pretty much says it all. A fluffy fic revolving around Bones being known as “the worst patient on the Enterprise.” 

Word count: 1,845


You were woken up at three in the morning to a hacking cough. You weren’t particularly surprised since he’d been coughing ever since he’d traveled down to a new planet two days ago.

“Leonard,” you mumbled sleepily as you turned over opening your eyes a little to see him sitting up coughing.

His coughing stopped for a minute, but another fit came on before he could say anything. You reached over and rubbed his back as you sat up.

“Do you need to go to Med Bay?” you asked.

“I’m fine.” He shook his head as he got up and got a drink of water.

“That cough says otherwise. It’s getting worse.”

“It’s fine. It’s just a cough. Nothing I can’t handle.” He got back into bed and laid down.

You sighed as you laid back down. “Come here,” you gestured him closer until his head was resting on the bottom of your chest. “Please get an exam in the morning.” You rubbed his arm gently as you felt his breathing steady as he fell asleep, occasionally coughing in his sleep. You closed your eyes, your thumb continuing to rub his shoulder mindlessly as you drifted back to sleep.

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Request-38 Award Show

The soft white silk of my dress shifted around my thighs as I made myself more comfortable. Dodie sat next to me gently tapping away at the keys on her phone, writing lyrics for her upcoming song. I marvelled around the room, adoring the elegance of my peers. Pastel colours coated the room and glittered balloons hung from the walls like last minute birthday decorations. Dim fairy lights floated around the ceiling. Sweet hums of Troye Sivan danced around the room leaving happiness after every step. Vanilla and cinnamon joined the scent of expensive perfumes in the air and made my nerves melt away. The atmosphere could only be described as soft and gentle; no other word could match.

I stared at the gold flowers on the back of my phone. Dan, my boyfriend, didn’t know I was here. He didn’t know where I was at all. He wouldn’t be able to make it anyway. It was late on a Tuesday, his fans had been waiting for a live show for weeks.  Turning on my phone would have meant streams of his messages asking where I was, who I was with, being concerned for me. My brunette best friend, sat beside me, told him not to worry, making my uneasy feeling waltz away.

“Y/n. Fuck it’s so late. Why are you on- why are you wearing that?” Dan was panicking. I tried my best to sneak back in, like a teenager out after curfew. I got as far as the lounge before I was caught, Dan’s eyes filled with disappointment.
“I was uh I was out with Dodie.” I mumbled, looking up to Dan through tired eyelids.
“I know you were with Dodie but she was at an award ceremony.”
“I was there as a friend for her.” I lied making my way towards the bedroom. Dan followed and sat on the bed as I changed from my dress.
“Y/n, I was watching online, you were nominated for most original and emotional songs.” Hints of pride flashed in his eyes as I pulled my y/c/h hair away from my face. “Why didn’t you tell me?” The pride was replaced with hurt as the two of us remembered the stem of this conversation. 

“Letting you know would have meant going through the disappointment when you said you couldn’t come. And the hurt of saying ‘hey Dan I didn’t win’ on top of that disappointment was too much for me to deal with in one night. I’m sorry.” Tears pricked at my eyes at the thought of what would’ve happened.
“Y/n? Don’t you think I deserve to be there when my girlfriend gets nominated for an award? Don’t you think it should have been me to be there and comfort you when someone else won the award?” He was raising his voice, emotion taking over his mind. I couldn’t help but retaliate, he ruined what was a perfect night for me.
“Don’t you think I should’ve been the one there when you were ill on tour? Don’t you think it should have been you and I in the bedroom on the tour bus?” I was screaming and I couldn’t hold in the feeling any more, I was pouring it all out in front of Dan.

I walked towards the front door, unable to stop the tears running down my cheeks.“ I left you for under 4 hours. You left me for 3 months Dan. 3 months.” With that I stepped out of the door. My dark green coat zipped up to my chin, my doc marten boots taking me down the street.

Over and over I replayed the events of tonight in my mind like a vinyl in a record player. It hurt to remember that Dan left me for so long: it hurt me to remember he didn’t bother even inviting me.

 The cold wet reality that I was living took me from my thoughts. I didn’t have my phone or money; just the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet. Being spring in the UK it hadn’t stopped raining since my shouting match with Dan. There was nowhere to go to escape the rain so I stayed out slowly wondering the dark London roads.

I remembered one place I took Thomas when he visited, it wasn’t well known, it was just a small park. With the image of it in mind my legs carried me there.

Standing underneath the wide oak tree, that sat on the edge of the park, I stared out across the lake. I watched as the water droplets bounced into the water sending waves to the edge of the lake. There was no other animals in the park, just me; maybe there were a few fish in the water. Once I’d blocked out the noise of cars and their lights I found peace.

I sat down on the small walking path that ran under the tree. My eyes fluttering closed as I took in a long breath. It was the first time I was properly able to breathe and I enjoyed that feeling. I listened for the sound of the wind, pushing through the leaves on the tree however a familiar voice held me back from finding the tranquil sound.

His arms wrapped around my body, pulling me up from the cold concrete. He pulled me towards his chest and held me close; his hand drawing circles on my back. “You forgot your phone and I didn’t realise until I called. Sorry if you don’t want me here I just panicked.” He sounded sincere as I pulled back from him and intertwined our fingers.

Both of us remained silent as we kept our hands together and stepped through the streets. After walking through the front door I let the familiar scent of cinnamon dance through my veins. Neither of us spoke for the rest of the night; neither of us caring about the time.

I pulled my blanket up to my chest before accepting the tea from Dan. He joined me on the sofa as I flicked through movies looking for something to cheer me up. I selected Romeo and Juliet deciding young Leonardo DiCaprio would make me smile. The atmosphere was like being back at the award show. Dimly lit room, quiet sounds from the TV, comfortable in my seat, comforting drink in hand. My company still as amazing.
Austin Nights - Part 3

Pairing: Single!Jensen × Reader

Word Count: 3070

Summary: The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1 After abruptly leaving the party, the reader hopes to run into Jay again. Part 2

Warnings: Language, Implied Smut? (not sure if that’s a warning or not)

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.

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Everyday had become an anticipated wait until your next ‘Skype Date’. They felt awkward at first, you weren’t really sure what to say, how long they should last, and an underlying desire just to touch him. But they soon became a familiar and comfortable part of your relationship. You built on depth and connection being denied the physical aspect. Part of you knew because of his status and profession, your relationship would not likely last long but you told yourself you were going to enjoy the ride while it lasted.

The hardest part was keeping it all from Angie. Jensen had discussed how he liked privacy and you agreed with his reasons. But if you told Angie, even though you loved her to death, it would only take one drunk night for her to start spreading it like wildfire.

Due to both your schedules and the time difference, dates would sometimes be at odd times or cut short if he was needed back to a scene or walk through. Tonight he seemed to be running late. You kept your laptop open and volume on high so you wouldn’t miss him. The rumbling in your stomach could not be patient any longer and you eventually found yourself with a bowl of ramen noodles as the familiar sound of Skype rang. You immediately answered despite the noodles hanging out of your mouth as you paused slurping. Jensen looked as perfect as ever wearing a backwards baseball cap. He immediately threw his body back in laughter as your image popped up on his side of the screen.

After a final slurp you defended your actions. “What? A girl’s gotta eat.” He continued laughing. “You are not my only priority believe it or not Jensen Ackles.”

“Ah, man. I wish I would have captured that.” He teased regretfully.

“Oh, don’t worry, I gotta better one for you.” You played back as you used chopsticks to dangle the noodles above your face, dramatically slurping them from above.

Jensen grinned from ear to ear at your antics. “You’re one of a kind, Y/N.” He continued to tease. “What is that anyways?” He asked more seriously.

“Um, Ramen,” You said as if it was obvious.

“Hmm, how did you make them?” He said trying to get a better view of the bowl.

“It’s like a .25 cent packet, you dork.” You laughed. “No culinary experience needed.”

“Are you short on money?” He asked concerned.

You rolled your eyes, hating when he brought finances up. “I am fine,” You assured. “Just trying to put some money aside, that’s all.”

Jay pondered trying to imagine what you would be saving for. “When are you someone to save money?”

“Not that it’s any of your information, but I do have a 401(k) and do know a thing or two about finances… why have you become so inquisitive?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Gotta make sure my girl is taken care of.” You blushed at his response. “So, what are you saving for?”

You pressed your lips together. “It’s a secret.” You smiled slyly.

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The Universe with Red Towels

Title: “The Universe with Red Towels”
Word Count: 4.015
Warnings: Child abuse, language, blood, injuries

Pairing: Evak

Notes: Set back when Isak still lived in Kollektiv with Noora, Eskild and Linn (and Even)

Summary: The parallel universe where the curtains are the same colour, but the towels are stained with red because Isak’s mom isn’t all that nice

AO3

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anonymous asked:

Isayama's highschool AU where Eren one day tells Mikasa that he has some kind of illness and left 8 years to live and saying that he wants to spend his remaining time with her and offers her to marry him when they are at age please?

Hereafter

Pairing: Eren/Mikasa || Rating: K || Words: 1,237  || [AO3]
Warnings: None
A/N: Thank you for the request (that I spent crying over cause it’s so sad but beautiful)! This is for Day 2: Wedding :) it doesn’t necessarily fit into the theme, but hey it’s close enough lolol I hope you like it!! <3 

How she wraps herself around him is dangerously addictive and even more tortuous. She tangles her legs with his, their twined fingers resting on his chest and he raises their hands, closing his eyes as he kisses the back of her palm. Her sigh heats the base of his neck and he feels so drowsy…

“What are you thinking about?”

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Antiope x reader, with a mother/daughter relationship with Diana


Anonymous said:

(sorry if this request is long but I can’t get it out of my head) Would you mind writing something where reader is a daughter of Ares and befriends Diana and helps her kill him, and Diana convinces her to come with her to Themyscria, and reader falls for Antiope, but tries to suppress it because she doesn’t feel worthy because of her heritage and is afraid of turning into her father?


(A/N: I really hope this is close to what you wanted, Anon :). And it’s not too long lol! This gives me more insight to the plot of the imagine so it makes it easier for me to write! Thank you!)

(Starting at the party that Diana and Steve went to before she went and found Ares. The party is where she’ll meet you and befriend you.)

“I really need a drink. Being around theses imbeciles is making me sick.” I muttered as I walked around the crowd and to the bar sitting just to the side. I was only here for the food, but seeing the man that my father corrupted to create war made me lose my appetite. “Gimme some vanilla-flavored liquor, please.” I asked the bartender.

As he was making my drink, I couldn’t help but notice a strong presence in the room. I looked to my right and saw the one and only Diana Prince, princess of Themyscira. I had nothing against her, but I feared that if I told her who I truly was, she would try to kill me or worse; my father would.

But what the hell, right? I thought it was worth the risk, as long as she would let me help her defeat my father. I walked up to her and I could tell that she knew I wasn’t a regular human. I gently pulled her into me and we started dancing, which took the attention off of her.

She narrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “I am sorry, but have we met before?”

“No,” I answered. “But I have known you since you were born. Well, from afar anyway. I am the daughter of Ares.”

She glared at me. “Your father must die. He does not deserve to live for causing so much death! That is why I am here. Where is he?”

“I don’t know, Diana. I was simply here for the food, but now that you’re here, I want to join you. You will need some help with finding him.” I said with a calm grin.

“How am I supposed to trust the daughter of Ares?” She asked.

I shrugged and shook my head. “I have always wanted out of this life, but my father never made it easy for me and he murdered my mother for sport. He isn’t the loving father I once knew and he’s killing millions of innocent people for no good reason. I didn’t have a way out until now, so please, let me join your cause and I promise you that I’ll be worth your while.”

Diana thought about it for a moment and then offered me a small smile.

“Okay.”

***

(Time skip to the end of the battle)

Diana actually defeated my father! I couldn’t believe my eyes. I mean, sure I helped her a lot by weakening Ares to a pulp, but she struck him with a lightning bolt. I haven’t seen that power since Zeus created Man and the Amazons.

Now she and I were walking through a bunch of guys that were forced to fight in this war. I could see the fear and confusion in their eyes as if everything was just a dream. I looked over at Diana, who had tears in her eyes. I could tell she was holding on to the little control she had over her emotions.

I stopped her and pulled her into a bear hug, which she fully reciprocated. She started sobbing into my shirt while saying she could have saved him. I immediately knew that she meant Steve. I kissed her forehead and rubbed her back, whispering sweet nothings in her ear which eventually calmed her down.

I pulled away a little bit and took her delicate face into my hands. “It wasn’t your fault, Wonder Woman. He did what he had to do to protect us and the world from destruction. He will come back to you in another form sooner or later, I can promise you that, my little one.”

She smiled through her tears and hugged me again before we left the battle scene.

***

(A few days later when the war is declared as won)

After Diana paid her respects to Steve, I took her to a restaurant to cheer her up and see where we were going to go from there. And to eat food.

As we sat down and waited for our food, Diana smirked at me. I tilted my head, confused as to why she was giving me that look.

“What?” I asked. “Is there something on my face?”

She laughed, making me smile. “No, I was just thinking about something.”

“Like…?”

She sighed. “You were saying something about wanting to start a new life away from here. I think I can help you with that because you chose to fight by my side instead of side with Ares. I want to pay my thanks to you by helping you start a new life in Themyscira.”

My eyes widened. “Diana, my little one, you don’t have to repay me! I’m flattered that you’re offering me a place at your home, but I do not think Hippolyta will accept me simply because I’m a child of Ares.”

She shook her head in disagreement. “My mother will listen to me. Besides, she will be surprised at seeing my return, since I am technically not allowed to.”

“If you’re not allowed to return, then how will we find the island?” I asked.

Diana smirked again. “Ever heard of breaking the rules? Plus, my mother will let it slide for us! I will tell her your story and about you helping me with the war. Meanwhile, you will probably be forced to stay in the dungeon until I can convince her that you mean no ill will.”

I groaned. “A dungeon? I may be the daughter of Ares, but I am scared of spiders.”

“Would you rather spend your life in misery, or spend it in paradise?” She raised her eyebrows, silently challenging me.

I rolled my eyes. “I would rather spend it in paradise. You happy now?”

“Yes, actually, I am.”

***

A few days after that conversation, we eventually set sail in search of Paradise Island, which surprisingly didn’t take long. Five hours after we left the mainland, we passed through the barrier of Themyscira and soon enough, we were on the beach.

“It’s more beautiful than I imagined.” I gasped, looking up at the buildings in the mountains. However, my delight was cut short when an army of Amazons came to us. I was kind of amazed at seeing them in person. Especially their general.

“Antiope…?” Diana was at a loss for words as her aunt got off of her horse and raced to hug Diana. As they hugged, queen Hippolyta showed up with her guards and was surprised to see her daughter.

“My beloved daughter.” She got off her horse and also ran up and hugged Diana. I was smiling at their reunion, but then when they stopped hugging, they noticed me standing a few feet away from them.

“Who are you?” Menalippe, Diana’s other aunt, asked me. I gulped.

“I am, uh, Y/N Y/L/N. I’m the daughter of Ares, but -” Hippolyta cut me off and drew her sword along with her warriors.

“You are not welcome here.” She growled. But before she could do anything, Diana came and stood by my side.

“Mother, she fought with me and we killed Ares together. She made sure that I made it out alive and for her services, I offered her a place here. A new beginning.”

But Hippolyta shook her head. “No child of Ares is allowed here, Diana. It is not my rule.”

Antiope stepped up, eyeing me carefully. “You know, with all due respect sister, we should give her a chance. She never sided with Ares when he waged war on us or humanity in the past. If we have her on our side, she can be our protector from him when he returns.”

Between looking at us and Antiope, Hippolyta finally nodded and agreed. “But if you turn on us, we will not hesitate to kill you. Understand?” I quickly nodded. “Good. Antiope will show you to the room that you will be living in. Do not make me regret my decision to let you stay.”

“You won’t, my queen.” I bowed in respect and then watched as she and Diana rode off toward the castle. I turned to the general, who was on her horse, and accepted the hand that she offered me. She pulled me up behind her and we took off toward the capital.

***

(Time skip ahead five months when Y/N’s comfortable and settled. This is when she admits to herself that she has feelings for Antiope.)

Don’t panic. It’s just a crush, that’s all. A very big crush that makes you want to cry when you think about not having your crush. No biggie.

I whined when I couldn’t lay my thoughts to rest. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn’t because I had so much on my mind. I was falling in love with the general and it was a bad thing. I was the daughter of Ares, god of war and death. I did not deserve the special present called “love”. I just didn’t. Just because I never sided with Ares in the past, doesn’t mean I completely did the right thing.

I could’ve helped the Amazons, but I chose to just let them fight on their own because I somehow enjoyed it. What if I turned into my father when the next war hits? Since he is dead, wouldn’t I have to take his place?

I groaned and sat up in my bed, not noticing the hot tears racing down my cheeks. I will never find the true thing that I want. I will never find love because rage was put into my heart.

I got up from my bed and quietly slipped out of my little cozy hut, not daring to stir my dog because once he was up, he would start barking in excitement and I would rather not draw attention to myself. I went outside and walked toward the bridge that overlooked a beautiful waterfall. I stood with my forearms on the ledge and gazed out over the island. It was all I could ever ask for, but what if I ended up destroying it one day?

I was so caught up in my thoughts that when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I quickly moved away and turned around, startled. Although, relief washed over me when I saw that it was only Antiope.

She smirked playfully. “Nice instincts, Y/N. You are getting better at trusting them.” 

I chuckled and nodded in agreement. She and I had gotten pretty close, maybe a little bit more closer than friends would normally be, but I always pushed myself away from her. I didn’t deserve a woman as intelligent and courageous as her, not while I am a child of Ares. He caused her so much pain, and I did nothing to help when I could have.

Antiope saw through me when I gave her a smile and acted like everything was okay, even though it wasn’t. She gave me a look that was full of love and care, but I looked away. I don’t deserve her. She deserves so much better than a mere spawn of war.

“Y/N. Y/N, look at me.” Antiope demanded, but I shook my head as tears starting rolling down my cheeks for the second time that night. She gently held my face in her hands while I took a hold of her wrists. “You are not like your father. You’ve proven that to me and the others over these past five months. You are so much more than him.”

She wiped away my tears as I spoke with a broken tone and removed her hands from my face. “I do not deserve you, ‘Tiope. My father caused you and the other Amazons so much pain and I did nothing! Nothing! I do not deserve your love simply because I was born with a rage-filled heart! I could hurt you without even trying, Antiope. You just do not understand. You can’t possibly understand how much I care for you. If I were to hurt you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” I cried. I was in so much pain, but I knew it was nothing compared to the pain the Amazons had faced. It was nothing.

Antiope engulfed me in a hug and I tried to push her away, but she had a firm grip around me. Eventually I stopped trying to get out of her hold and just gave in to her.

“You have changed, my beloved Y/N. You’ve changed for the better and that is why I fell in love with you. Please, listen to me when I say that you are a good person. You are one of us now and I love you.” She pulled away a little bit and looked me in my eyes as she said this and grinned.

I couldn’t help but reciprocate her actions. “I fell in love with you when you hit me in the face with your shield during practice.” We both laughed at my confession and then she did something out of the blue.

She kissed me.

And I didn’t even hesitate to respond. We kissed for a few seconds before we pulled away and smiled at each other, not noticing queen Hippolyta, lieutenant Menalippe, and the rest of the Themyscirans smirking at us. At least, not until they started wolf-whistling and cheering, scaring the crap out of us both.

Diana appeared from the crowd and shouted “yes!” in excitement.

Hippolyta smiled in content. “You have finally found your soulmate, sister. I am proud.” She glared at me. “If you ever do anything to hurt her, Y/N, I will not hesitate to -”

“Excuse me for the interruption, Hippolyta,” Antiope held up a hand. “But I am sure that she gets the message. Although I highly doubt she will do anything to hurt me on purpose.”

I nodded to Hippolyta, understanding her protective nature. “Trust me, my queen, you have nothing to worry about from me.”

She smiled. “Then let us have a feast to honor Antiope and Y/N!” We all cheered and headed to the heart of the city, where we played games and ate food. I love food so much.

But I loved Antiope more, as cliche as it sounded.

(A/N: I really hope this was close to how you wanted it, Anon! If you have any more requests, ask me :)  The current requests should be up within the next few days! Enjoy!)

Worth So Much More - Sherlock x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem! Reader
Warnings: cussing? idk fam
Rating: T, just to be safe
Word Count: 1365
Author’s Note: This is for the anon who requested this:

Sherlock x reader pls where reader is an artist who always makes little drawings and songs about sherlock almost every day and he decides to return the favor. he wanted to compose a song but knew that she knew about the song he made for irene and he didnt want to make her feel like she was on the same level as irene because she’s so much more so he writes a poem about how she makes him feel and he passes it to her in a little piece of paper and he’s really shy about it? sorry for being specific!

Thank you! I really, really hope you like it! I’m really sorry I didn’t get this up sooner, I was incredibly busy! I hope you enjoy my little doodles I made :) I’m so sorry if you didn’t like this :(

~

To Y/N Y/L/N, Sherlock Holmes was a hero. To him, she was just another one of his clients. Y/N was an artist who owned a shop near Baker Street; in addition to her shop, there was a little café, where people could rest and relax after a long day. Her shop consisted of painting  Tragedy struck and her art shop had been robbed in the early hours of morning. Y/N was devastated and heartbroken; she just couldn’t understand who would bear her such ill will.

She took the case to Scotland Yard, but they weren’t able to do anything, due to the ambiguous nature of the case. It was only when Dr John Watson saw her in tears, in a grubby little cafe in North London, things were able to happen.

John had immediately spoke to the Detective Inspector, who in turn, asked Sherlock Holmes for help. He had initially scoffed, internally rolling his eyes at the idea of him investigating a robbery at an amateur art shop. However, on seeing Y/N’s tear streaked face and the state of her shop, Sherlock declared the case to be a 9.

~

The art shop had been vandalised by spray cans, broken windows and ripped canvases. To Y/N, it was a destruction of her hard work, to Sherlock, it was a crime scene with much potential. The thief was clearly a first timer, yet he had managed to clear up his tracks easily. In the few days that Y/N was exposed to the crime solving duo, she discovered that Sherlock needed coffee nearly at all hours and that he grew irritable if he didn’t get it as soon as possible. She decided to so something special to his coffee and doodled a little image on the side of his cup.

Every morning, Sherlock and John frequented her cafe, Y/N made a special doodle on the side of Sherlock’s cup. Black, two sugars and a quick doodle. Sometimes even a little song lyric she remembered from her morning playlist. She didn’t even know if Sherlock read them or saw them, but it made her happy. Sherlock wasn’t exactly a kind man, but he was a good one. Maybe he could be both one day. And maybe one day he could see her more than a client.

Much to John’s surprise, the case was solved in a week, yet Sherlock always went to grab a coffee at her cafe. When asked why, John got the same, scathing reply, “Her coffee is much better than Starbucks.”

It was a couple of days later when the military doctor realised they never went to Starbucks for coffee.

~

Sherlock Holmes always found an excuse to go to Y/N’s art shop, even after the case had been solved. His most popular excuse was that Rosie had kept John up the entire night and John had work the next day. His least favourite one (one that he never used) was that he loved her little song lyrics and doodles.

Every day was the same doodle, except there was a variation in the doodles sometimes.



It had been particularly rainy one day, and it was FREEZING! Yet Sherlock had made it to her little cafe. It was a cosy little shop, giving one feelings of warmth and comfort. Y/N had been working on a piece when she heard him come in.

“Rosie keeping John awake?” she called from behind the cafe counter. Her art shop was still repaired, so she spent most of her time behind the counter.

“Surprisingly no,” he called back, his hands behind his back. “It’s a rainy day, I was wondering if I could have some of your coffee? The usual, black-“

“Two sugars,” Y/N interrupted him with a smile. “I’ve memorised your order, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.” Those three words echoed in his mind, in the voice of someone who had used those words before. The Dominatrix. Sherlock violently shook the image of Irene Adler as Y/N approached him with a mug in her hand. She set the mug on the table and sat across him, occasionally looking out of the window to glance at the pedestrians.

“When does your art shop open again?” Sherlock tried to stimulate conversation. Y/N smiled at his attempt to start a conversation.

“Next week maybe,” she replied carefully, looking at him. “I probably have to start some new pieces, since some are already damaged. That’s going to be…tiring.” She sighed sadly. Suddenly feeling a warm feeling in his heart (not the coffee) and he reached out and put his gloved hand on hers.

“I’ll be there for you, if you need me,” Sherlock spoke genuinely. Y/N stiffened at the contact, but relaxed, feeling the warmth from his body seep into her hand. They stayed this way for some time until Y/N coughed awkwardly.

“I-I have to er… finish a piece,” she left, feeling extremely flustered. Sherlock stifled a laugh and saw that the saucer had a piece of paper.


“Sherlock!” John shouted, frustrated. “Stop changing the password on my laptop!” When no reply came, he frowned. Sherlock would usually snap back a snarky answer, but the flat was in total silence. John groaned and decided to check the bedroom. Sherlock hadn’t gone out, he was fairly sure. On entering his room, John immediately tripped over a wastepaper basket. “What the f-,” John bent down and smoothened out a piece of crumpled piece of paper.

“Your coffee warms my throat, but your personality warms my heart?” John sniggered, looking at other crumpled bits of paper. “Your art is aesthetically pleasing, join me for a coffee?” The army doctor then found little cutouts of small doodles with sweet messages on them. All of a sudden, it clicked. John was laughing silently when he a shuffling behind the bed.

“What are you doing John?” Sherlock roared, hidden behind the bed. “That’s private! You don’t see me mucking about your laptop!”
“”You changed my password you hypocrite!” John snapped back. “And are you seriously trying to ask out Y/N?” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at his best friend. “You’re not getting anywhere with that.”

“Oh, is that what normal people do?” Sherlock retorted, sitting on the edge of the bed and frowning at the piece of paper in his hand. “I’m afraid I’m not wired to be normal, so piss off, John.” John Watson felt a bit bad for him and sat next to him.

“Christmas is coming soon, invite her to our party? Or you could probably compose a song, like you did for Mary and I,” John clenched his fist tightly, in the memory of his wife. “I think she would like that.”
“But I made a song for Irene,” Sherlock stood up abruptly. “The woman who beat men. The cold, unfeeling woman. I want something different for Y/N. Y/N is so much more than her. Y/N thaws the ice in my heart, not just by coffee, but her kindness. She is so pure and untainted, sometimes I am scared that the darkness in my heart will corrupt her. We’re opposites, but I want her around. Sometimes I feel we are the yin and the yang. She keeps me in check and I love being with her.” John couldn’t believe his ears.

“You just thought of the best poem, you sod,” he replied dangerously. “Write that down and ask her out properly, or I’ll box your ears.”

~

The doorbell rang while Y/N was still working on one of her pieces. “I’ll be with you in a minute!” She called, wiping the paint off her face. When she neared the counter, there was a mysterious note taped to it. Y/N frowned and picked it up, a blush deepened on her cheek as she read the sweet poem the mysterious admirer had left for her. She smiled when she reached the end of her poem, finally knowing who it was. She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the store (of course, locking it first), heading towards 221B Baker Street.

Coffee? The one at Starbucks is awful. But I like yours better.

221B Baker Street. Even better, dinner?

SH

Wedding Speech - Joe Sugg Imagine

A/N - Hi can you do a Joe one where it’s the reader and his wedding and the buttercreams do a really embarrassing speech for them x If you don’t want to or can’t that’s fine ❤

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride” My smile grew even bigger as I felt Joes lips on mine. Hearing everyone around cheering and clapping, I felt the tears building in my eyes. I finally married my best friend. 

Walking down the aisle hand in hand with my now husband smiling and waving to all our friends and family. My feelings right now wouldn’t process. I am literally over the moon with happiness. All I could hear were people cheering “Yes Sugg” “Go On My Boy” and a few faint cries. I still cannot believe this is my wedding day. The wedding day I have been planning since a little girl. I was now living it out. Everyone else was gathered into another room with champagne, me and Joe were guided around the building for photos. We had photos on the stairs, in arch ways, in the gardens, and in front of the country side view. We were then joined by the bridesmaids who happened to be my sister and Zoe, the groomsmen Caspar, Josh, Oli, Jack, Conor, Mikey and our parents. Lastly We had photos with the whole group and I stood there being grateful to be surrounded by the people i love most. 

While everyone moved to the reception room to take their seats, me and Joe waited back a bit giving everyone time to settle. 

“I cannot believe we did it” Joe turned to look at me with a beaming smile. 

“I’m still in shock, I’m generally so happy” I smiled back taking his hand in mine. 

“After 6 years of being together and 8 years of friendship I can officially call you a Sugg” 

“I finally fit in the Sugg family!” I cheered laughing. 

“You’ve always been classed as a Sugg babe” 

“But now we have it in writing”

“This is the happiest ive ever been, even though we’ve been in a relationship for so long, our next adventures start now”

“Our honeymoon, new house, new projects. Im so excited”

“Same love, it’s going to be something to treasure” 

“I love you” 

“I love you too”

“Are you two ready to go in?” The staff member asked. We glanced to each other and nodded. We followed the member of staff and waited behind the doors until we were told to go any further. 

“Can i have your attention” The staff member started. “We’re all there to celebrate the newly weds, so please put your hands together for Mr and Mrs Sugg!” We walked in and everyone was on their feet, cheering. Glad we got someone to film this day, I can look back and remember this moment for a life time. We took our seats in front of everyone while they all settled down and allowed us to get comfy. After all the food was served and drinks were topped up Zoe got out her seat to walk in front of the table with a microphone in her hand. 

“Hope you all are having a good time!” A few yeah’s and whistles flew around the room. “To kick off this evening, we are now going to move onto the speeches” Zoe turned to smirk at us both while i groaned and Joe nervous laughing knowing how embarrassing this was going to be. We watched as Josh took to the stage first also smirking as Zoe handed him the mic. 

Joe placed hand on my leg and lent in close. “You know this is going to be interesting” 

“I’m dreading it” I laughed turning to face Josh and linking my hand with Joes.

“I get the pleasure of starting this off. I remember meeting you Joe for the first time then i didn’t leave your apartment for months. I basically followed you and Caspar round like a lost dog. You used to get grumpy when i finished your milk or i didn’t wash up after myself. I can clearly say you haven’t changed. You’ve been a good friend buddy you’ve helped me through a lot of shit and i’m grateful to have a friend like you. I’m glad you found a girl like Y/N, she’s kept you in place but at the same time you’re still the Sugg i first met. Y/N you have a lot of work now that your married, he’s going to become even more lazy. You’re a talent women and you’ve been there to listen when i needed someone to. You’re like my sister and I wish you both the best for the future. Ill be round soon so you can cook me food” I’m glad Josh went first because he wouldn’t embarrass us. He’s the nice one out them all. 

Next was Mikey. 

“Cor i get to do a speech. I’ve always been the target and now i can target you two. You’ve been good friends to me over the past few years. Despite the bad things Joe has made me do or forced me to do such as having a leaf blower in my face to wearing tight red lacy boxers to trying to light my farts. I’ve even had to eat dry protein powder ruining one of my many black t-shirts. Joe your crazy ideas make you as a person, you’re one heck of a guy and you are very lucky to have Y/N, anyone would be. Y/N thanks for looking after me making sure i have eaten. No wonder i cant shed weight. I look forward to raiding your new sweets draw by the way”

Next was Conor. 

“I would like to thank Y/N for introducing me to Joe, because of you i made a great friend and because of Joe I made even more. Y/N i would like to thank you for staring in so many of my covers and even on my album. I mean i still say i have the better voice but I’m not going to judge. I cannot believe you two are married now, I’ve seen your relationship grow these past years and I look forward to having something like this. You two are literally a perfect match. Joe i dont even know what to say about you. You are one of the most hilarious down-to-earth guys i know. You deserve to be happy. I’m glad it’s Y/N who has to deal with your strange ass. I’m surprised she can handle it. She has to wake up to you farting, coming home drunk but then again thinking about it you are both as crazy as each other. I remember coming round once and you both swapped clothes pretending to be each other. That was a weird sight. I wish you both the world of happiness you both deserve it” 

Next was Jack. 

“Suggy got married! To a gorgeous girl also i should have started youtube sooner maybe i could of snatched her. Im joking im joking. Seeing how happy you two are together makes me want this but it also makes me sick but in a good way. You are both good friends to me i couldn’t ask for better people in my life. Well sometimes i could replace Joe after what he’s made me do. Clamping my hand, sticking sellotape to our heads and ripping it out our hair and daring me to run down the street naked. I hope you enjoy people licking your ears Y/N because Joe will be doing that a lot when he’s drunk. trust me. I remember Joe telling us he was going to propose and how nervous he was. You should of heard the other plans he had. They weren’t as romantic. Y/N thank you for appearing in my videos to give me more views. Thanks for the many shout outs too. Like i said, you’re a beautiful women inside and out i know how happy Joe makes you. You’re both weird and I’m glad i know you. Hears to the future”

Next was Oli. 

“Mr Joe Sugg? The Joe i know is actually married now! It feels so weird saying that. I’ve known you for so long and you haven’t changed one bit in a good way though! You both have helped me through a lot over the years with projects, videos, and life in general. I do appreciate it. Joe you are an absolute nutter. Seriously. I couldn’t ask for a better friend what friend would draw penis’ on your body or do jump scares every time we meet or would make me stay up will ridiculous times in the morning to set up pranks. I mean what friend would have a cardboard cut out of me? You better move that into your new home. I’ll always be watching then. Your relationship is probably the strongest i know. You’re both so open and that can be taken in different ways. I’ve seen them both naked. It was a few strange moments. Some moments i wish i could take back because i can still see them imagines in my head to this day. I also remember when i turned up at your apartment Joe was wearing this horse costume and Y/N was dressed like a cowgirl. I didn’t want to ask what went on. They said it was for a video but i dont believe that. I dont like to think what goes on in their minds. Moving on, Y/N you are one in a million you’ve been that one friend i can always rely on even if i’m in a bad mood you put up with me and i can speak on behalf of the other guys as well. You have so much patience and i respect you for that. You have a wonderful mind and a heart of gold. You are both lucky to have each other and im glad to call you both my best friends” 

Lastly, Caspar. 

 “I would like to start off with thanking Y/N for breaking my heart, you killed jaspar. I’m joking jaspar will always be round. I have known you both since we all started Youtube together. Remember our gang when we first started? The 3 of us, Zoe, Alfie, Tanya, Jim, Marcus, Niomi and Louise. Then it grew bigger. But look at the two of you now, i know you both never expected to get this far in life. I respect the both of you because you don’t take the famous title seriously, you just see yourselves as normal human beings doing something you love. It’s been amazing watching you both grow and seeing the success you’ve achieved. I couldn’t have wished it on better people. Joe, You are one or the bestest friend i could ask for. You are also one of the craziest dudes i know. Very spontaneous also. I could stand here all day and tell all our stories but i don’t want to bore you. Thank you for being my travelling buddy over the years. I’ve had some of the best memories with you such as doing Hit The Road. What an experience that was ay?  and for everyone’s information i am still the best pizza maker here. Im not thankful for the pranks though. Filing my room with cups of water, setting many alarms, posters of my face all over the walls, filling the room with balloons then Oli popping out with a clown outside and the best one turning my apartment into a slip and slide. I’m also not going to miss seeing you naked when i walk into your room. I am defiantly not going to miss hearing you and Y/N have sex either. You loud buggers. The amount of times i’ve walked in on you both, i still do it today it’s like a curse! Y/N, i still remember meeting you for the first time. You were so shy and timid and now, now i cannot get you to shut up. You are like a boy only when it comes to burping though. Ive seen you when you only had a few thousand subscribers and now you are the top female Youtuber in the UK. I am so proud of your achievements. You seriously deserve it. If i ever needed cheering up i knew you were and still are the person to text or call. You are a positive soul. You and Joe have always been perfect for each other. You are literally the same person. I hope you both the best as a married couple. I love you both.” 

I continued to wipe away the tears which were flowing from my eyes. I couldn’t of asked for better friends or a better husband. 

[1] Bloody Roses.

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[Pairing]: Vampire!Jimin x Reader

[Word Count]: 1662

[Genre]: Angst, Series, Mentions or implied suicidal acts (temporary)


Originally posted by jiminrolls

Part 1/Chapter 1: Tainted

You didn’t know what had gotten into you. Why someone like him relied on another human being; you. But he was more mature than you’d ever be. 

It was a pet peeve. Something he and you wanted to get rid of so badly but  couldn’t help but be conjoined by heart and force. Never could you think that a walking bloodthirsty male untied you from the mental noose you hung yourself by. 

You thought he was anything and everything you wanted, nothing could replace him. But the moment he’d reveal his true self, you grew terrified and try to escape. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

~+~

You sighed, taking your trapped hair from beneath your apron. If it weren’t for the bills you had to pay and your own mouth you had to feed, then you surely would’ve walked out of the store you work at. 

You tied your hair back and walked to the front desk and put on your nicest smile you could possibly flaunt. The first customer rolled in, smiling back. “Hello!” You cheerfully greeted. 

“Ah. Hello~ Can I get just one Sprite and my name is Hyerim” The pale girl smiled. “Of course” You reply, nodding. Getting the soda/pop was a simple turn around, and you did just that. 

“Say…” She said, watching you fill up her cup of beverage, “Every time I come here you seem so happy and I wanted to ask if you had any time off I can get to know you better.”

You swiftly turned around and slid her the fizzy sweet drink and her change, “Oh?” She nodded, sincere smile on her face. “I’ll be off AM shift in a few hours, uh…” You bit your lip, “Where we headed?”

The pale girl sat at the nearest table, “To a friends. I want him to meet you as well.” You tilted your head, hair falling to the side slightly, “Oh really?” Hyerim sipped her drink. 

This caused slight suspicion in you. “Okay…” You reluctantly said, shifting your weight onto one foot. 

The pale, dark haired female occupied you until your shift ended. That came to a surprise, nobody had really came to meet you before like this. It was the hottest part of the day, you and this Hyerim girl had stalled around in the mall. 

“Are we going to meet your friend? He seems like a sweetheart” You asked for the last and second time. You didn’t want to be a bother. “Of course…” She paused for a little, snapping out of her daze. She slid you another sweet beverage, it was your sixth. 

“Drink up. He likes the sweet smell of sugar, he has a strong nose” Hyerim said in a hushed tone. “He does? Such a unique one!” You laughed, Hyerim playing along. 

“We have to change. Make you look nice for him, right?” Hyerim smiled, and shook the bag of nice new clothes she vowed to buy you. “Of course!” You nodded, a warm smile spread across your face. 

“Great. Done?” She grabbed your drink. You hummed in confirmation. She threw it away, and turned to you. A few people walked passed her, you two a distance away from each other.

“Go to the changing room!” She mouthed. You nodded and followed the flow of the crowd until you reached a nice secured changing room in a clothes shop. You slid on whatever she bought you, which came to your surprise that this was sort of revealing. 

“Hyerim?” You opened the door, peeking out to see her waiting. “This is a bit revealing, hm? I’m not that–” 

She put a finger on your lips. “We have to get going. He just texted me saying he’s way too excited and impatient to meet you. His name is Jimin” She said, walking away. 

“… Okay?” You swallowed, starting to rethink your thoughts on this meetup. You caught up with her, peeking at her blank expression. “Hyerim…” You said. She hummed, biting the inside of her cheek. 

“I don’t think I want to meet him today. Like, today; right now” You admitted. “Why not?” She stopped walking, making you stop as well. “Maybe I should meet him later this week, or something. If I have his number?” You asked, looking into her brown orbs. 

“No,” She cleared her voice, “I mean, sorry. That can’t happen. He doesn’t like talking to people he doesn’t really know via text. I just need someone to take care of my friend until I can get well since I have a fever. He’s… Ailing.” 

You were slightly taken aback, surely she’s hiding something from you. But by the look in her eyes, the crisp tone in her voice, tells she really means it. “He’s ill as well, and I still need to attend college” She explains further. 

“I understand” You said in a muffled tone. “Thank you. Now, if we’re any more late then we already are, then he’s in danger. Okay, [Y/N]?” She said, starting her trail again. 

You hummed in confirmation once more. By time you made it to their place, you hadn’t realize the moon was soon to be up. You and Hyerim had delayed your arrival for a long time, it was a surprise once again to you. 

Hyerim bent down and lifted the rug gently to retrieve the silver key, the initials ‘P.J’ written on it in fine print. You turned your attention towards the dark windows, he seemed to be asleep. So early? It was only 5:55 pm. 

She unlocked the door and you held your bag of work clothes firmly. She flipped on the lights to the house, and set down the keys. “You have a ride home?” She whispered. 

“N-No” You said, shaking your head vigorously. Hell, you were scared. Why was she whispering? You wanted it to stop. Her reply was compacted, “I’ll come pick you up. Just give me a call when…” 

You swallowed and nodded, bidding her goodbye as she walked out the door. The first thing you did was back up into the wall and slide down behind something. You were terrified, wanting to leave, but you’re not rude. 

You felt awkwardness and tension in the air, so you held your breathe. You sensed his presence near you. You watched through the airspace he was checking behind and under things. 

You guaranteed that you only blinked, because when you opened your eyes he was standing in front of you. “There you are!” He smiled a toothy grin. You teared up, you were beyond scared. 

“Why are you crying? Aw…” He squatted down to hug you, but you swatted away his loving offer for hugs. “What’s wrong? Do I have a spider on my head?” The boy brushed the top of his head with his small hands. 

You quaked with fear. He didn’t look normal at all. “You smell sweet. I want to hug you!” Jimin sat down on his knees and crawled closer. You let out a broken shriek as you backed up more. 

“You’re so antisocial…” Jimin frowned. “I’m Park Jimin. You must be [Y/N]?” He held a hand out for you to shake it. You’re eyes widened and you wiped tears. Right about now, you really did need a hug, but you did not want to hug him

“Hey…” Jimin’s cold hand rubbed your ankle. “I don’t bite hard” He tried to reassure, “Because I know you know.” Your quivering slowed a bit, and you reluctantly gulped. 

You both knew you couldn’t stay in hiding for too long. Eventually you’d have to come out of the dark. 

Reluctantly, you held your arms out and Jimin pulled you into his arms. “See? I knew you’d trust me somehow and quickly” Jimin said, rubbing your back. You got out of his arms and headed for the door quickly. 

He was there at the door as if he teleported. “Where do you think you’re running off to?” Jimin said, blocking the door entirely. “L-Look! I have work I need to go to in the morning and y-you’re preventing me from doing that! I-It was nice meeting you, P-Park Jimin but you need to… Move. Out. The. Way!” You pushed on him between every word. 

Jimin caught your hands, and that’s when you knew you weren’t escaping. “It’s just quickly! It’ll only be a pinch!” Jimin struggled to keep you still. “I will scream if you don’t unhand me!” You flailed. 

Jimin grunted and continued to manhandle you to keep you still. Now you knew why Hyerim looked so pale; she was drained and had to be refilled with blood. She fed you sugar and sweets to make your blood more enjoyable and beneficial. 

You screeched, “Help me!” Jimin covered your mouth, dragging you over to his room. He shushed you, and stilled you. “It’ll only be a pinch, shh…” He held onto you with a love-like embrace. 

Something like when someone holds another when they try to apologize, sorry for anything they ever done. You calmed, sniffling. “I’ll let you go back home after this. Just a few minutes, okay? Quick…” He leaned down near your neck, tilting your head a bit. 

“And easy…”

With that, he drew his fangs into you. The sudden pinch made you squirm a bit in pain. Jimin squeezed your abdomen a bit, to draw more blood. You felt a bit dizzy, but not dizzy enough to faint. 

So soon, he retaliated his fangs and cleaned the bite mark with a cloth. “Make sure you cover that up with makeup or something… Uh, and make sure to eat a little less sweets tomorrow, your blood was too sweet” Jimin commented. 

You whimpered and nodded, what the hell do you mean you were to come back the next day?! Jimin fell back, “Ah… I’m so full! Hyerim’s wasn’t like this.” You quickly run out of the room, and to the door. 

Jimin raised a brow, and you rushed home hastily. 

Part Two / Chapter Two: ???

Daddy’s little kitten. (Sugar daddy Harry one shot)

*Warning: Contains smut. Might be badly written as its my first attempt. Also contains swearing. Don’t read if offended.*

Getting involved with a sugar daddy is never easy. The whole, no strings attached, being a virtual sex toy isn’t really my idea of a healthy relationship.  However the endless amounts of louboutin shoes, sparkling diamonds, givenchy bags and the brand new mini parked on my drive makes it more worthwhile. Sounds shallow doesn’t it? But daddy insists. So the kitten gladly accepts.  

Being 19 and currently under-going three years of a degree isn’t easy. So when Harry offered to pay for my tuition fees I accepted. If he’s going to throw his money at me I would rather it be on something worthwhile. Harry is one of the country’s most eligible bachelors. Being a millionaire at 29 doesn’t go unnoticed in the UK. Not by the female population anyway. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just me or if he showers all his girls with gifts?

It was 10pm on a Friday evening and there was still no sign of Harry. He had insisted that I stayed at his apartment tonight. But yet again, he had failed to appear. I was sat on the sofa, which overlooked the city of London. It was a truly captivating view. Bored out of my head, I decided to scroll through my twitter feed. A certain article suddenly caught my eye.  

MR STYLES, COUNTRY’S MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR SEEN ON A DINNER DATE WITH A NEW MYSTERY BLONDE! READ MORE FOR ALL THE INFO" 

Now, I am fully aware that most articles are full of absolute bullshit, but photographs never lie, and boy was there photographs. So whilst im sat at home waiting for ‘Mr styles’ to come home, he’s swanning about in fancy restaurants with what appears to be some sort of play boy bunny? Grabbing my coat and bag I decided that tonight was drawing to an end and I was no longer willing to wait around for Harry. Not to be made into a mug. Just as I was about to leave the door flung open, causing me to be greeted by a disheveled looking Harry. "Kitten? You’re not leaving are you?” “Yep” I smugly replied whilst trying to saunter past him before his grasp caught my arm. “Baby, why?” “Maybe because I’m sick of sitting here like some sort of mug, wondering where you are. Thinking maybe you had been caught up at the office, or thinking even worse, that something has happened to you! But then look, I open my twitter and your all over the papers with some blonde bimbo! Don’t invite me round if you haven’t got time for me Harry!” I shouted whilst shaking my arm out of his grasp. I have never spoken to Harry like this before. Harry’s eyes suddenly went dark and I knew I had crossed the line. “Fucking stop acting like a child! I was negotiating a business deal with her father, but unfortunately he’s taken ill so she came to sign the papers for him. I have the emails if you really want proof. But however y/n I thought you would have trusted me and known better than this. ” Oh shit. “If you can’t trust me then this deal is off!” He spat. “Harry, if you had of at least called me to tell me what was going on then I wouldn’t have thought that way!” I feebly defended myself earning a sigh from Harry. “Get to the bedroom” Harry ordered. Oh I see where this is going. You see when Harry is mad, he lets it out via sex. Fucking amazing sex though I have to say.  

Doing as I was told I walked to the bedroom, hanging my head low like a naughty little school girl. Boy did I feel naughty. I stripped down to my specially picked out black lace underwear and lay on Harry’s bed. I knew this was going to happen tonight anyway. That’s the whole idea of the deal. He doesn’t want a relationship, he just wants sex. I know it’s wrong and I’m being used but I can’t help myself. A short while after Harry entered the room. “Ahhh, what a beautiful sight. Daddy loves it when your all ready for me Kitten.” I simply watched the sex god that stood in front of me. He dropped his jacket off his shoulders and started to undo his shirt. I stared at the tattoos that graced his skin. He truly was amazing to look at.  Once that was done with he removed his pants and shoes.  "You know, you’ve been a naughty girl, not trusting daddy like that" “I know, mmm sorry daddy” I spoke innocently. “I think daddy needs to teach you a lesson, don’t you kitten?” I seductively nodded. He started by leaving bite marks down my neck, and sucking on my skin until it turned into a violent purple. “Mine” he mumbled as he trailed further down my body; over my breasts, down my stomach, and finally, to the hem of my lace thong. Using his teeth, he pulled down the lace, and flung it to the other side of the room. He was definitely skilled in the bedroom. Forcefully opening my legs, he looked straight at me and dipped his lips down towards my core, never breaking eye contact. Earning a hiss from me, he lapped up my juices, making me moan and grab onto his hair. “Mmm feel good kitten?” “Yes daddy! oh fuck yes” I nodded. God he was such a tease. He then inserted a finger, and pumped them in and out of my dripping centre. “Oh fuck daddy!” I arched my back, feeling a familiar sensation in the pit of my stomach. “Do you want Daddy’s cock baby” “Yes, I want your cock inside me”. “Tell me who you belong to” “You Daddy, I belong to you!” I shouted. Harry soon switched his attention to removing his boxers. Without warning, he thrusted into me, causing me to scream in pain and pleasure. “That’s its kitten, let them know who’s making you feel this good”. “Fuck fuck fuck” I moaned as he thrusted into me, harder than ever. “Fuck” the curly haired man grunted. “You’re always so fucking tight baby. No matter how many times I fuck you” he growled. All this dirty talk was making me close. “mmm, mmm close daddy” I moaned. “Let it go baby” he moaned whilst he sucked on one of my breasts. Before I knew it I was a trembling mess beneath him. My walls clenched around him which caused him to release too. “Fuck” he whispered before collapsing next to me on the bed. “That was fucking good” He sighed.  

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“Harry” I asked a few minutes later, once we had both cooled off. “Yes kitten” he replied, pulling me closer to him. “Do you think you will ever be more than my sugar daddy in the future? I mean, I know there’s a ten year age gap but I-” “Shhhh, sweetheart” he spoke before kissing me on the lips sweetly. “Let them talk, the age gap doesn’t mean shit to me. Right now, I’m not ready for a full blown relationship, or the commitment that comes with it. But I know, as soon as I am ready, you will be the girl for me. I can feel myself slowly falling y/n, it’s only a matter of time before the penny drops and I’m ready to make you all mine. But until then, we need to keep enjoying moments like these. Okay kitten?” I simply smiled and nodded at the man that lay in front of me, heart warming at the word that had just graced my ears. Although it wasn’t entirely the answer I wanted, it showed that he cares, and there is a possibility that we may be together one day, like I’ve always dreamed of.  

“Ready for round two sweetheart” he winked. “Always with you daddy”.   

Okay so this is my first attempt at writing smut. I’m still trying to grasp how to write it hahaha. Sorry if its bad! Again, if you have a request feel free to message me. Also, please leave me feedback and dont be a silent reader! Hit that like button ;)

K x    

A New Lesson

Hello there.


 I’ll be honest and say I’ve never really posted fan fiction before, and I’m pretty terrified. However, there’s a first time for everything. *Inserts grin with too many teeth* Anyway, this fic follows feysand as little second graders and has been sitting in my computer for far too long.


 As a not so random side note, I am fully aware that it’s feysand smut week, and with eight-year-old characters, this definitely isn’t that.


“Turn to chapter 54. Today we’re reading the short story version of Beauty and the Beast,” Mr. Keir told his students.

Grumbling rolled around the rooms as students griped about how, “We should just watch the movie”.

“Oh, don’t complain. We will be watching the movie once we finish the story, but we’ll be reading it-“ he paused-“popcorn style. Now, I will not tolerate any passing. Make sure you open to…”

While the teacher droned on, Feyre Archeron subtly looked at the girl’s textbook next to her to see the picture painted at the top of the chapter. Her fingers grazed through the pages until they found the same image in her own. As a Second grader, Feyre knew she should be able to read somewhat, but no one in her house, or any teachers, had ever bothered to take the time to teach her.

The popcorn style opened with some kid named Lucien, whose hand was high in the sky. Unlike everyone else, Feyre’s eyes were never anywhere near her textbook, as they were fully focused on a blank sheet of paper next to her book. She painstakingly drew a castle in the mountains while voices around the room wove the tale of the reader-becomes-princess, one Feyre despised. She thought she was in the clear of being called on, since she was new and no one would know her name.

Her face was practically kissing her drawing when a shrilly voice called.

“Popcorn…Farrah, Philippa, Faerie.. the new girl.”

Feyre’s body stilled.

“You must mean Feyre, our newest addition. Right, Amarantha?” The teacher crooned from his desk.

“Sorry. Popcorn, Feyre,” Amarantha repeated.

Feyre whispered, “Pass.”

The teacher tsked his tongue, “I know this is your first day, Feyre, but as I stated earlier there is no passing.”

Feyre didn’t even know what page they were on. Her rudimentary drawing of the moon and some mountains showing exactly what page she was on.

She wiped her hands against her legs and swallowed to bring moisture to her dry throat.

Everyone’s eyes were on her at her silence. Flipping pages pounded through the room as Feyre desperately tried to find the right one.

She hoped that Amarantha girl would call on someone else.
Hoped the teacher would cut her slack.
Hoped everyone would stop their staring.
Hoped someone would just read for her.

“I’ll read,” Some godsend called. 

“Rhysand, it’s not your turn.”

“I know, but I really want to. Fay-re can read later.”

The teacher’s glare was full of ice, but his voice was sweet as honey, “Rhys, we must take turns, and right now it’s Feyre’s. Maybe if you’re lucky she’ll call on you when she’s done.”

There was no way Feyre would since she would never be done if she couldn’t even start.

“C’mon, it’s her first day. Give her a break.”

Feyre whipped around to see the boy defending her and stifled a gasp.

He was by far the cutest boy in the class. But even more alarming were his violet eyes staring at their instructor, with an equal amount of ire as their teacher.

No one glared at teachers like that.

The staring match between Mr. Keir and Rhys seemed relentless, until Keir finally sighed, “Just for today, Feyre, you’re off the hook. Know that this is not the norm, and you will be expected to read. And please, pretend that you’re at least following along.”

Feyre’s cheeks warmed at the accusation, but she relaxed as Rhys’s voice filled the room.


When the bell finally rang for recess, Feyre sprang from her seat. The easiest way to go unnoticed was to sit on the farthest away swing. She just hoped that no other social outcast had taken the spot. Upon initial analysis, the best seat was the one in a set of two that faced the woods, and Feyre raced to it.

As she sat on the swing, she reminded herself that she wasn’t dumb, she just never learned to read. That was the truth. But what was also true was that she couldn’t go her life being ill-tolerant, or whatever the word was for someone who couldn’t read.

Math wasn’t as bad since it was more symbol association than anything else. Which, some would argue that’s what reading was.

Someday, hopefully soon, she would learn. Yet, she just didn’t know who she would ask to teach her. She needed someone who would do it judgment free. Definitely not her sister Nesta, she was too bitter, and Elain could, except she wouldn’t hide it from Nesta, eliminating her as an option.

Lost in thought about possible tutors, Feyre nearly leapt off the swing when a voice called from behind her.

“Excuse me,” except it sounded more like, “Excuth me.”

Feyre turned to see the same boy from class waiting behind her with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Can I join you?” Rhys asked after he already seated himself next to her.

She bobbed her head yes.

“I’ve been looking for you. My friend thaid to leave you alone because of cooties, but I don’t believe in that thtupid thtuff. Or at leatht not anymore.”

Feyre didn’t know how to reply, and blurted out, “Cooties aren’t real. And you didn’t have a lisp in class. Why do you have one now?”

“Well, I don’t want Keir, or anyone else, to taunt me, so I hide it in class. I can talk faster with it, though.”

Through his hurried speech, he struggled through the words, “else”, “so”, “class" and “faster”. Feyre just nodded along as if this boy made sense.

“Anyway, I don’t think you’re shy. Or at leatht you could be. But, do you have problemth reading? Because I can help you. My adopted brother, Cathian, had this thing called,” his finger tapped his lips while the other stayed behind his back, “dinothaur anorethia, or thomething like that. He thays the letters blur together on the page. I can help you. I helped him.”

Feyre couldn’t find it in herself to mention that his lisp was only there part of the time or say she was ill-tolerant, even if she did know that he meant dyslexia when talking about his brother, and wouldn’t judge if she messed up a word too. It was too embarrassing.

She looked away.

“You don’t need to feel bad. I mean, I have a lisp. I just want to help, Feyre.”

The innocence in the way he said her name made her whisper, “I can’t read.”

There was a loud, drawn-out “oh” from behind her, and Feyre turned back around.

“I think I can thtill teach you. I brought my favorite book.”

From behind his back, Rhys pulled out Greek Mythology for Kids.

He opened to a dog-eared page. “My cousin, Mor, said that you were drawing during class, and thought you might like the story of Persephone  and Hades. She said you seemed a little bored with the whole Beauty and the Beast thing. It’s my favorite, too. Persephone and Hades that is, not Beauty and the Beast.”

Feyre brought her swing closer to Rhys’s, indicating for him to begin, and followed his fingers across the page. He enunciated each word slowly, having her repeat after him. The next day, against her doubts, he found her again. And the next day, and the next. Until every day, she not only learned to read, but to expect him, and every day the two began a new lesson.


(A/N When I wrote this, I had just finished watching Stranger Things, and fell in love with Dustin’s lisp. So that why Rhys has one. Because I think it’s adorable for the High Lord to have a little lapse in his demeanor)

Rising Sun Part 2--A Josh Dun Imagine

https://jishwatylrandtop.tumblr.com/post/153462489378/rising-sun-josh-dun-imagine 

I know this has taken forever, but I’m not particularly interested right now of sticking to a posting schedule. Plus I’ve had school and sports and mental illness all kicking my ass, but now that’s schools over and soccer is on a break you may find more stories on here. So thanks for the patience, and here is part two. 

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(Your POV)

If you had to use one word for how you were feeling you would use the word irritated. Right after Josh had left your boss had showed up with some of his skeezy friends who spent the day leering at you, catcalling you, and running their hands all over you as often as they could. You hated it. That plus the fact that you had two costumers break instruments and two others yell at you for your “unsatisfactory service” made you about ready to throw yourself of a cliff or at least break down in tears. Today was not a good day. Luckily, you were let off early as your boss decided to close the store early due to his weekly poker game or whatever he did, so at 3:00 you picked up your stuff and walked home. 

It only took ten minutes to get to your apartment, and when you got home you immediately went to the shower. After the refreshing twenty minute shower, you stepped out and dried off.  You were about to put a t-shirt and pajamas when your computer dinged with an email. You opened it up to see an email from spookyjim@gmail.com. It read ‘Sorry I couldn’t stay to chat more, but here’s the ticket I promised. Bring it to the stage door before the show, and someone will get you the backstage pass. Sincerely, Josh Dun :).’ You smiled to yourself and printed the ticket. You took a glance at the clock and realized that you would have to hurry if you wanted to eat and get ready in time to get there early. Slowly you began to freak out. ‘What do I wear?’ ‘What if he doesn’t want to see me?’ ‘What if I make a fool out of myself?’ you thought to yourself. Now you were in a full blown panic attack, rocking back and forth in your towel, tugging on your hair, and whispering to yourself. You tried to calm down, but you could only think about how much of a mess you were, and how Josh wouldn’t want to be near anyone as broken as you. 

You had no idea how you were going to calm yourself down as you haven’t had a panic attack this severe in years, but all of the sudden a soothing feeling came over you, and you absently began to trace your tattoo as you began to calm. It took a while, but you were collected enough to get up and begin getting ready. The attack took another thirty minutes from your day, so you realized eating was going to have to wait. You threw on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a tight, off-the-shoulder maroon top that really accentuated your curves. Next, you spent a good twenty minutes curling your hair and another twenty on a red and black smokey eye look that took you months to master. You gave yourself a little spin in the full length mirror, and when you were pleased, you slipped on your high heeled boots and walked out your door. 

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(Josh’s POV)

Soundcheck went by fast, but still the nerves were still there. Still there was an ever present warmth that seemed to radiate from the tattoo on my left wrist. It was the only thing keeping me from spiraling into a full blown panic attack. After soundcheck, I went back to my dressing room and emailed Y/N the tickets and instructions on how to get the backstage passes. It was only a few seconds before the unsettling feeling spread through my chest. I didn’t understand the somewhat distant feeling of a panic attack. Unsure of what was happening, I called for Tyler who came running in with a look of concern on his face. 

“Josh? What’s wrong?” He took a seat next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. 
“I’m not sure. I’m not panicking, but there’s a somewhat distant feeling of a panic attack. Like it’s there, but it’s not. I don’t know. It’s stupid.” I let out a breath, but the feeling grew. 
“It might not be you.” Tyler spoke. “I don’t know how much you’ve looked into soulmates, but sometimes soulmates’ bonds are so strong that they can feel each other’s emotions. Maybe, if Y/N is your soulmate, she could be panicking.”
“How do I help her?” 
“I don’t know, Josh. Try relaxing yourself and calming yourself. It might just help her out.” He gave a final pat on my back and stood to walk out. 

I didn’t know what to do, so I took Tyler’s advice and calmed myself down. I sat for a while just keeping my breathing even and absentmindedly running my fingers over the soul mark on my arm. Gosh, I hope she still comes tonight.”

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(Your POV) 

The drive to the venue, while not very long, was quite nerve wracking. You didn’t know how the night would turn out. There was no doubt that you wanted to be here, but for some reason impressing Josh seemed to be the only thing on your mind. You don’t understand why you were so enraptured with the guy after only two short and somewhat awkward conversations. Sure he was talented and funny and kind, and you weren’t gonna lie; he was pretty damn hot, but it was like there was something else drawing you to him. You shook the thoughts out of your head. “What a ridiculous thought” you muttered to yourself as you parked and exited your car. 

You made your way to the side door as Josh’s email had instructed and sent him a quick text to let him know you were there. ‘Great’ came the reply. Then, ‘My friend Mark will come and grab you. See you soon ;).’  You stood patiently for only about thirty seconds before the door was opening, and an arm was pulling you inside. 
“Sorry for the abruptness, but we don’t want the fans to see.” The man, Mark you assumed, extended a hand. “Y/N right?” You shook his hand and nodded. “Good. I’m Mark.”
“I figured.” He shot you a funny look. “Oh yeah. Josh told me you were coming to get me.” His confusion cleared up. 
“Right. Oh and speaking of Josh, he’s waiting for you. Follow me.” 

You and Mark made idle chit chat as he led you through the maze of hallways towards the dressing rooms. He stopped in front of a door so abruptly that you almost ran into him. After only a knock the door swung open and you were met with a shirtless Josh in low sitting shorts and a backwards cap. Freshly died, yellow hair spilling from the edges of the cap. Mark fleeing soon after the door opened. “Y/N!” Josh shouted as he picked you up and spun you around, cap knocking to the floor. After realizing what he just did, he quickly placed you back on the floor and ran a hand through his hair again. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I just.. caught in the moment?” He tugged at his hair again. “Was that okay?” His voice came out timid and shaky. You saw the signs of anxiety, so you placed a hand on his arm and gently pulled his hand from his hair. 
“It’s okay, Josh.” You stated smiling. “It was okay.” He visibly relaxed, and a small smile spread across his face. He heaved out a breath. 
“Josh?” a voice that you recognized as Tyler Joseph spoke from inside where Josh’s frame blocked the room. “Don’t be rude. Introduce me to your…friend.” 

Your heart rate spiked as you realized you were going to meet your idol, and a wave of nervousness washed over you. As if sensing your sudden nervousness, Josh grabbed your left arm and rubbed soothing circles into your wrist. “Y/N, Tyler. Tyler, Y/N” Josh said gesturing to each of you respectively. 
“I know” you replied and immediately flushed. “That came off wrong. I’m just a huge fan, and I never thought that something like this would ever happen.” You blushed harder and looked to the floor. 
“That’s okay” Tyler chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you. I can finally put a name to the face that Josh hasn’t stopped talking about all day.” You blushed again, and shook his offered hand. 
“Tyyy, that’s embarrassing.” Tyler laughed, and you giggled.

 For the next hour or so you sat in the dressing room with Josh, Tyler, and eventually Jenna, but eventually you had to leave so that the boys could finish getting ready. Jenna walked with you to side stage where you were to watch the show. You were immersed in a great conversation about aliens when she interrupted you. “Sorry y/n, but that’s a really awesome tattoo.” There was a strange glint in her eye that you couldn’t quite read. “Where did you get it done?” 
“Oh, I didn’t. It’s the, uh, you know, the soulmate tattoo, but I haven’t found the other person with the matching one.” You shrugged. “They’re probably not even out there.” 
“I’m sure they are, Y/N.” She smiled. “Maybe they’re closer than you think.” You gave a huff of indifference right as the lights in the arena went off. Screams filled the air, and the boys made their way onstage. Josh threw you a thumbs up and a cheeky grin right before he began to hit the drums, and the show began, all thoughts of soulmates, tattoos, and crushes put aside.

Badass!reader part 6 Request: Are you going to do any more Badass!reader? You said your gonna do a part 5 and y/n has to live because somebody requested it. so assuming that im right and y/n does come back, can you write one where she finds out that shes pregnant and doesn't know what to do and how to tell dean because shes scared of dying and leaving it like most hunters do. but dean reassures her and lots of fluff. ta babes xx

Word count: 3135
Pairing: Dean x reader
Warnings: I can’t weven remember. Just maybe swearing.
A/N: I’m actually sick of my shit luck, and that half of this got deleted, and that I’m short on time because my college work went missing so I have to redo it, so I rewrote the end of this one, but if I get time to rewrite it, I will upload the baby being born and whatnot later. Sorry about that haha. I hope you enjoy this :)
And yeah haha good call with her coming back.

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“Baby… You gonna get up today? I made coffee…”

These were the words that woke you from your semi-comfortable sleep in Dean’s bed in the bunker.

You groaned and rolled onto your back, opening your eyes and looking up at your boyfriend who was leaning over you, a small smile on his face.

You tried to return his smile, but when you looked at the clock next to the bed, your eyes widened.

It was 12:56.

You’d been asleep for nearly 15 hours.

Dean dropped the smile and stroked your hair back off your forehead before using the back of his hand to check for a temperature, a frown coming to his face after a moment.

“You feeling okay, Y/N?” He asked, and you surprised both of you by shaking your head.

In the year you’d been living at the bunker, you had never admitted to being ill, even when you’d had the hell beaten into you on a hunt, and you’d never slept in later than 8am.

You felt too hot and dehydrated, so you kicked the covers away and sat up, feeling your stomach suddenly turn, so you threw your hand over your mouth and ran for the bathroom, just making it before you threw up in the toilet.

Dean held your hair back, rubbing your back soothingly, completely unbothered by the state you were in, as he had seen you much worse.

When you were done, he handed you a glass of water, which you used to rinse your mouth with, and then climbed to your feet.

You felt a little better once you stood up, but still sleepy, so you decided to follow Dean to the kitchen for the coffee he had offered you.

However, once you were sitting on the side and taking a sip of it, you screwed your nose up in disgust and tipped it away, not going unnoticed by Dean, who just raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged.

“I think I’ve got a bug or something. Probably that burger I had at that diner. I said it tasted funky…”

Dean shrugged and nodded, taking your word for it.

But something didn’t fit. Dean had eaten the same as you and he was fine… And when you thought about it, you realised that your food had been tasting a little off for a few weeks, but you’d just put it down to your mind messing with you.

But when you actually thought about it, a thought hit you that made you gasp, drawing the attention of Dean, but before he could ask what was wrong, you jumped off the side and took off running through the bunker, praying that you were wrong, but when you got to your room and pulled your planner from the wall, you knew that you weren’t.

Still you counted the days. Four times.

But it was pretty clear to you then.

You were late.

Trying not to panic, you decided to make sure.

So you pulled on some clothes and threw your hair up into a messy bun and then grabbed your shoes and headed for the door, passing Sam and Dean in the library.

“I’m just heading out. You guys want anything?” You offered, slightly distracted, but luckily they just said no and didn’t ask any questions before you could get out of the door.

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An hour later, you were in your own bathroom, the door locked as you anxiously waited with the little white stick in your hand.

Your knee was bouncing around and you looked at your watch.

15 seconds to go.

As the seconds slowly ticked by, you tried to figure out what you wanted the test to say.

The loudest voice in your head was screaming no. You weren’t ready for this and it hadn’t been planned. What kind of life could you give?

But the other voice was happy. Dean would make a great father. You could see it. Him pulling up from a hunt, and your baby running into his arms, brightening his smile.

But you shut that thought down.

Hunters didn’t make good parents. There was always the chance that work would follow them home… Or that they wouldn’t come home at all.

You couldn’t do that to a child.

You’d grown up without a dad, and then you’d lost your mom, and you knew how hard it was.

Taking a deep breath, you turned the test over and looked at the little indicator, your breath leaving you in a puff as you saw the little plus sign.

You were pregnant.

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You stayed in your bathroom for an hour before you remembered that you were supposed to be going out that night, so you got in the shower, trying not to think too much about what you were going to do.

The test had said you were between four and five weeks pregnant, so you wondered how you had missed it, especially when you thought of all the signs that you should have picked up on.

Until you knew what you were going to do, you weren’t going to tell Dean, scared of how he would react to the news.

You knew that you would have to tell him, but the thought of it was scaring you, so instead, you just focused on getting ready and looking well enough that Dean wouldn’t ask if you were okay.

When you were done, you tried to relax as you headed out to meet the boys, knowing that it was already going to be hard for you to hide.

They both knew you so well.

Turned out that God was against you that day though, as when you stepped into the library, you say that Cas was waiting with the boys.

You smiled at him as you got closer, but before anything was said, Dean jumped in.

“Cas, Y/N has something wrong with her. See if you can heal it?”

Before you could protest, Cas stepped towards you, his fingers briefly touching your forehead before a frown crossed his face.

“Y/N is…”

“Doing much better! Thanks Cas!” You almost shouted, hoping that he would get the hint and not say anything about what he had just found out about you.

Luckily he seemed to be on the same page, and so just nodded and turned back around, acting as casual as he got.

The brothers noticed no change though, so you took Dean’s hand and left with him, the other two men following close behind.

You managed to act normal until you were all sitting at the bar, and without thinking, you ordered your usual JD and coke, but when it was placed in front of you, you remembered and growled, mentally sending a dirty look at the thing in your stomach as you asked for a coke and pushed the alcohol aside.

It was gonna be a long night. You could tell already.

Dean was in a playful mood though, and seemed to notice that you were being quiet, so he pulled you to your feet and then led you over to the dance floor, making you laugh as he goofed off to try and make you laugh. It didn’t take long for you to start laughing and dancing with him, managing to forget about your worries for a while.

But eventually you had to sit down.

Sam and Dean went to play pool, leaving you and Cas at the bar, finally able to talk.

“You are with child,” he commented, looking you dead in the eye, and you nodded, taking a sip of your coke.

“Cas, you can’t tell anyone. Not yet. Dean should have been the first to know, but you figured it out… I don’t know how to tell him… I don’t want to tell him…” You trailed off and took another drink of coke, your eyes watering slightly.

“I’m scared, Cas,” you whispered, knowing that he would hear you over the crowd with his angel hearing.

You couldn’t look at him, so instead you stared into your glass, as if looking for the answers to all your problems in it.

Without saying a word, Cas reached out to you and put a hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly for a second before he moved his hand to your arm and squeezed it so you’d look at him.

“Everything will be okay, Y/N. Dean is a good man. He will protect you, no matter what you chose.”

But what should I choose? You thought, looking back to your drink.

Cas’s words had helped you out a little. Deep down, you’d always known what he had told you, but hearing it out loud made it clearer, so you made yourself a promise that you would tell Dean soon.

Soon came faster than expected as Dean had gotten bored of watching you look worried while he was playing pool, so he had told Sammy and then walked over to you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He demanded, no longer asking if anything was wrong, as he could see that he was getting no answers that way.

You met his worried gaze and then sighed.

What the hell? You figured, standing up and looking around.

“Let’s take a walk?” You suggested, and Dean nodded, his brow creasing in a frown as he followed you to the door.

Once you were out in the cold air, you spotted a wooden bench next to the dark park, across the road. Leading Dean over to it, you mentally tried to figure out how to tell him.

In the end, you just blurted it out as soon as he sat down.

“Dean, I’m pregnant.”

It took a few seconds for it to register what you had actually said, and then you watched as his eyes traveled from your face and down to your belly, then back up again.

You waited for a reaction, your body trying to tell you to run, but you stood where you were, and after a second, Dean stood up, a huge smile on his face.

“Really?” He asked excitedly, placing a hand on your stomach, even though there was no bump yet and the baby would still be tiny.

You frowned but nodded, watching as he looked down at your stomach again, the smile not leaving his face.

Pushing his hand off you, you took a step back, your internal conflict about what to do getting even worse.

The smile dropped from Dean’s face when he saw your reaction, and he stood up straight.

“You don’t want to keep it?” He asked bluntly, and you flinched a little.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, looking away and trying not to cry.

Your life had been going so well. Everything had been great between you and Dean, and you’d settled in at the bunker, gotten better at hunting, and you were happier than ever with your little pick n mix family.

But then this had happened, and now you didn’t know what you wanted.

Dean knew what he wanted though, more than he wanted the baby, and that was for you to be happy and safe, so he tried to push the images of the future he had already imagined of you and your baby, and instead, he took you into his arms.

“Y/N, it’s okay. Whatever you decide, I am here for you, 100%,” he promised, only making you feel worse.

You could tell that he wanted the baby, just by his reaction to the news, and him giving up his own dreams for you made you feel wretched.

“How did this even happen? We were so careful…” You wondered, and Dean sighed, not answering as he had no answer. Some things just happened for a reason.

Sitting back down on the bench, you sat facing Dean, who was staring at the park in front of you.

“We can’t have this baby, Dean… This is not the kind of life you bring a baby into. It’s not safe…” You started, but Dean looked over at you for a second before taking your hand again and making you look at him.

“Then we can leave. Get out of this life. Like Juliet. We can go for the white picket fence, apple pie life. Just say the word,” he offered, his tone light, but you could tell that he didn’t want to. His whole life had been hunting, and giving it up would be hard. You knew that too. You didn’t want to give up hunting.

It was your life too.

“Dean, you don’t mean that. I couldn’t do that to you. You love hunting, and so do I. We have a job, and it’s protecting people, and kicking evils ass. We can’t stop that… But even if we didn’t give up hunting, and we had this baby. What if something happened to us? We’re hunters and it’s not like the life expectancy is very high. You and I are both living on borrowed time already. The baby would grow up with no parents! It would be alone in this big scary world!”

You paused to take a breath, and Dean tried to speak, but you spoke over him.

“And it would be born with a target on its back. A baby Winchester? Do you know how many demons would come for it? And what they’d do to it, turn it into? I can’t do that!”

You hadn’t noticed, but your hands had moved to protect the baby in your belly, without you telling them to, and when you realised, you felt a bit choked up.

Dean watched you, weighing his options, but he could tell that at least a small part of you wanted the baby, so he moved closer and put his hands over yours.

“Y/N, do you really think that I would ever let anything happen to you or this baby? Do you think Sam would? Or Cas? Or Bobby?.. No they wouldn’t. And I know that you wouldn’t let anything near it… This baby would be the most protected child in the world,” he urged, and you had to mentally agree.

Even if something happened to you and Dean,there was still so many people who would protect it. Who you could rely on to raise it…

You shook your head when you realised what was happening. You were wanting the baby. You were coming up with reasons why you should keep it.

As soon as you realised that, all of your worried seemed to dissolve and your shoulders slumped briefly before you stood up, pulling Dean up beside you.

You took his hands and placed them back on your flat stomach, looking up to see Dean looking at you with barely contained hope in his eyes, and you smiled, suddenly feeling weightless.

As soon as you smiled, he knew, so Dean laughed and picked you up, spinning you around once before putting your feet back on the ground so he could kiss you.

You laughed against his lips and when you pulled back, you realised how much you had been wanting that baby, and how much better you felt knowing that Dean did too.

There would always be that little voice of fear in the back of your mind, but you figured that was just a mom thing, and you’d learn to get over it…

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
It was two days later when you decided to break the news to Sammy.

You and Dean had decided the night before that Sammy would be the first person you told, not including Cas as he had figured it out with his angel mojo.

So when you were all in the library, all doing various tasks, when Sam stood up and started heading for the kitchen.

“I’m making lunch. Anyone want anything?”

You and Dean both nodded, but as Sammy was walking away, you shared a quick grin with Dean before you called over to Sam.

“Hey Sammy! Bring me two sandwiches please?”

He stopped and turned around to face you, his eyebrows raised as you rarely ate that much in the day time, and mostly stuffed your face at night, or in the car.

“You trying to put on some weight or something?” He asked, probably already thinking of ways to help you bulk up.

You smiled and shook your head.

“No. But it’s gonna happen soon anyway… But I’m eating for two now, so I need two servings,” you shrugged, acting like you hadn’t said anything different, but you could see that Sam had figured out what you had said, and he looked over to his big brother, a small smile on his face.

“Really?” He asked him, not daring to believe it until Dean nodded and then Sammy grinned and walked over to his brother, pulling him into a tight hug. One of those weird man hugs that involves lots of back pounding.

“Congratulations!”

Dean laughed and they separated.

“Thanks Sammy,” Dean grinned and then the mooses attention was on you.

You smiled as he crossed the room and hugged you, picking you up off your feet to do so and squeezing you tightly.

Quickly he let go and put you down though, taking a step back and looking at you with worry.

“I’m sorry. The baby, I was squeezing you and….”

You rolled your eyes and punched him in the arm.

“Sammy it’s fine. She’s fine…”

That got everyone’s attention, and Dean frowned.

“Surely it’s too soon to tell? How do you know it’s a girl?” He asked, and you shrugged, a small smile on your face.

“Just a feeling… Besides. Everyone starts out as a girl, at least until the hormones come into play. So right now, it is a girl,” you smiled, a feeling telling you that it was gonna stay that way.

Dean watched you for a second and then grinned and shook his head, knowing what you were thinking.

A daughter would undoubtedly end up just like you, and that thought made Sam laugh and clap his brother on the shoulder

“Good luck with that, bro.”

Scowling at your friend, you threw a pen at him as he ducked out of the room laughing.

Sitting back down, you ran a hand down your stomach and smiled faintly.

“How about it baby? You wanna be the new family princess?”

His One And Only

Warnings: lmaguage, fluff, suggestions of sexual activity
Rating: everyone…I think?
Summary: Steve Rogers x Reader where the reader is Tony’s daughter and he catches them making out (as requested by anonymous)
Y/N = your name
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Being Tony Stark’s daughter has its perks. You have the money to buy absolutely anything you want. But you’re not spoiled, so you either save it up like a reasonable person would, or give some to charity.

Your mom had left when you were young, so you stayed with your dad. Your grandpa Howard always told you stories of a hero disappearing in the ice back then, in war time. He told you all sorts of stories, but the story about the man in the ice was always your favorite. When you were finally old enough to understand about S.H.I.E.L.D, you realized that the story was true and there actually was a man in the ice. Tony knew you had an interest for the hero, so when they found him, you were the first person he told.

You knew all about him - you’d secretly asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to provide his information and personal details for you to read while everyone else was asleep one night. His name was Steven Grant Rogers, born July 4th, 1918, in Brooklyn, New York. Technically speaking, he’s 97 years old, but he was around the age of 25 when he went into the ice; frozen in time. Even if it was a little embarrassing, you had to admit, you knew every last detail about him and his life.

The day you first met the man was when you were sat on a couch in the Stark Tower, with your art book in hand, drawing. Steve - as he preferred - proved to be quite a handsome man; so that was why he was the subject of your artwork. You were alone in the Tower (with the exception of J.A.R.V.I.S, of course) so it was safe to sit in the living room that overlooked the city. There was something that was peaceful and calming about the view-

“Are you drawing…me?” A voice said behind you, their tone bewildered.
You screamed and quickly hugged the art book to your chest, holding it tightly. You turned around to see him, with the trace of a small smile on his face.
“Don’t be embarrassed, show me, I wanna see,” he said, walking around the couch to come and sit next to you. “I’m Steve. Steve Rogers,” he held out his hand for you to shake. 

Taking his hand, you stuttered, “Nice t-to meet you, I’m Y/N Stark.”

“So you’re Tony’s daughter. I never knew you were into art, Miss Stark,” he smiled.

“I’ve always loved art,” you replied, loosening your grip on the art book and taking a peak to see if the drawing was worthy of your own approval. In all honesty, it looked alright.

You turned it around for him to see. He studied it intently with a smile, before finally meeting your gaze. “That’s…that’s amazing,” after a short inhalation of breath, he asked, “Was there a reason why you drew me, specifically?”

“Grandpa always told me stories about you; the man that disappeared in the ice. The stories about you were always my favorite - made me want to be a hero myself,” you admitted, “I never knew they were true until I was old enough to understand. But I think what you did was really brave…although you coulda gotten yourself killed.”

His smile had widened, and he was now watching you with admiration. “It was either I died, or thousands of innocent civilians died, so…I did what was right. I did it for our country. I’m lucky I’m even here,” he laughed.
*
With time, you found that you had feelings for Steve. You’d look forward to seeing him after every mission the Avengers did, going to greet him first - even before your own dad. You couldn’t wait to see him at breakfast every morning - and it certainly felt more than just a little crush. You were always the first person sat at the breakfast table, and one morning, you saw that Steve was the next person to walk in. You were alone together, and there were plenty more spaces to sit, but he came and sat next to you. While you were eating your cereal, his hand brushed against yours and he apologized and blushed. You thought that, since you were in love, you’d naturally make a big deal out of things, so you brushed it off of your shoulder.

Morning after morning, he took up the space next to you at breakfast. This is not you making a big deal out of things, this is reality. Each and every time, he’d ‘accidentally’ touch you and his cheeks would redden. Adding 2 and 2 together, you realized that he felt the same way.

After confronting him and your guess being proven as a fact, he asked you out on a date. You chose to keep your relationship with Steve a secret from everyone else; especially your father, because you didn’t know how he’d react.

He came back to the Stark Tower one night after being injured from a mission. They’d finished the mission and Steve was the only one who’d been injured more than anyone else. He’d pulled his calf muscle and sprained the ankle on his other leg, so he had to spend the night under Dr. Cho’s observation. You sat beside him all night, holding his hand and rubbing the back of it with your thumb.

“Y/N…you can go to bed now. I’m okay. Dr Cho’s taking care of me,” he said.

“I want to stay here with you. I want to be the one to take care of you,” you answered, and he lifted your hands and kissed them.

“My doctor, Doctor Y/N,” he chuckled.

“I’ll always be here for you, Steve,” you told him with a smile.
*
The next week, there was a new mission for them. Steve was being a lazy-ass and faked being ill. “I think I’m coming down with something,” he’d told your dad, coughing believably.

“We’re going to be gone for 2 days, you better be all good by then,” your dad warned Steve. “Oh, and take care of Y/N for me. Don’t let her do anything stupid.”

“Dad, I’m not a fucking kid anymore. When have you known me to do anything stupid?”

“I’d tell you to watch your language, but Cap’s the one that tells people that. See you guys later,” he said before leaving you both in the living room - the one that overlooked the city.

You turned to Steve and took hold of his hand, “You just wanted to stay with me, didn’t you?”

“Maybe I did,” he smirked. You led him to the couch and sat him down so that you could straddle him, sitting comfortably in his lap. Entwined in each other’s arms, you rested your head on his shoulder. “Where have you been all my life?” He whispered into your ear, voice soft like velvet.

“I don’t know…am I your new Peggy?”

“You’re not my ‘new’ anything, Y/N. Peggy could never compete with you. You give me the feeling Peggy never did,” he answered, as if it was obvious. He didn’t sound particularly annoyed, maybe just a little upset - like he was questioning himself and questioning your feelings towards him. 

Sensing his uncomfortableness, you responded, “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that…I’m sorry. You know I love you. I love you more than anything.” You pressed your lips to his to prove your point. He kissed back eagerly but as you pulled away, you said one last thing, “and you give me the feeling I don’t think anyone could’ve ever given me.”

Closing the space between you again, you gripped the back of his neck with one hand whilst you kissed. He took things slow - something that you were more than comfortable with - and kissed you passionately. This followed for a couple more minutes, until you kissed back harder in return, implicating that you wanted more. He caught on quickly and soon, his hands were all over the place, quickly moving from your hair, to your waist, and finally finding himself comfortable on your ass. He gave it a very firm squeeze and with your other hand, you tugged on his golden hair.

He licked your bottom lip, nipping on it. You parted your lips and allowed him to explore with his tongue. You gave him some time to find his way around your mouth before you slowly clamped your lips around his tongue as you sucked on it. Ever so graciously, you bit his lip and he opened up for you. Your tongues clashed against each other and you lapped your tongues together in rhythmic motion-

“Well, I’ll be damned…I thought you were ill, Rogers. But it seems like you have enough energy to be making out with my daughter,” your father’s voice came from across the room.

You sprang apart and you pushed yourself away using your hands that were on Steve’s chest at that moment but obediently clasped your hands together in front of you. Whilst you were doing so, Steve removed his hands from your ass and placed them either side of him on the couch. He’d seen it with his own eyes, there’s no point in hiding it or pretending it never happened.

“Y/N, I’m disappointed in you. I’m going to tell F.R.I.D.A.Y to keep a close eye on you while you’re home. As for you, Rogers, I would’ve never expected you to be so…rebellious,” your dad said, walking closer to you. “If you want to be with my daughter, talk to me - don’t keep it from me. And next time, don’t lie, 'cause soldiers don’t do that. Am I right?”

“Sorry, Stark,” Steve said, embarrassed.

Your dad sighed and you could feel his gaze resting on you both. “Being the loving father and amazing person I am, I’m going to let you both off. Just this once. I will not expect to see such displays of affection when I’m around. If you want to do such things, for the love of god, do it someplace private. Cap, pack your things, you’re coming with me.” You shuffled off of his lap and watched as he followed your dad’s orders. Just before they left, you cupped Steve’s face and kissed him. “Seriously, guys? After everything we just discussed?” your Dad said.

“Sorry,” you apologized.

“Won’t happen again,” Steve added.
*
After they came back from the mission, your dad sat you both down to give you a small pep talk. “You’re gonna be up to all sorts before I know it, sweet jesus,” your dad huffed. “I know I’m saying it’s okay for you guys to be together, but I don’t want to hear any funny stuff. You two got that?”

You were looking down, blushing an embarrassing shade of pink, but you nodded. You looked up to see Steve nodding solemnly. He looked over to you, and christ…the look that he gave you meant that that would be an order he certainly will not be following.

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by wooyoung

Group: Exo

Member: Sehun

Genre: Fluff

You don’t much care for Oh Sehun, and he sure doesn’t care about you. Right?

A/N Please send in some requests and sorry this is so long. I got a little carried away. Enjoy!


Oh Sehun.

You liked calling him that. It was simple and quick, not to mention just fun to say. The way it rolled off your tongue made you grin, loving how it condescending it sounded; as if you were scolding him.

Oh, Sehun, what did you do now?

Oh, Sehun, not again.

Oh, Sehun, I can’t believe this! 

God knows he should be scolded more often.

No one ever seemed to be the one who wanted to do it. You never understood why, considering how rude and disrespectful he was. It would never make sense to you how he came to be as popular as he was. Perhaps people were simply afraid of him.

You weren’t though.

He was a jerk, that was all, and there were a lot scarier things in the world than that.

Sure, there were rumors. He was in a gang, he had a drug business on the side, he had thrown a chair at a judge once, he had sold his own kidney on the black market; you know, the usual.

Despite all this however he still seemed to be the top dog at school, which you found quite odd. It wasn’t even strange because he wasn’t very nice, it was strange because he was quiet. Truth be told you’d only heard him speak a handful of times, each of them being blunt and rather impolite, so it wasn’t like anyone had a reason to put him on a pedestal like they did.

OK, even you could admit he was good-looking, gorgeous actually, but with his ill manners and hot temper, it was quite easy to forget how attractive he was.

Well, to you at least. Nearly every other girl either swooned over him or ran in the opposite direction, too scared of him to form a proper opinion.

You did neither, just did your best to stay clear of the boy in general. The closest thing you’d ever had to interaction was when you were forced to sit next to him during detention one day. Other than that, all you did was make fun of him in your head and give your opinion when one of the girls at lunch decided to bring him up.

So why was he staring at you?

You were sure you hadn’t given him any reason to. Your uniform was clean and ironed, your hair washed and you’d just blown your nose last period so that wasn’t the issue. You just looked the same as you always did; hair out of your face, phone in your hand, makeup applied minimally. So why was he staring?

You turned to your friend, a slight concern beginning to work its way into your mind.

“Is there something on my face?”

She gave you a strange look and shook her head, confused considering you had asked her the same question just 10 minutes ago when lunch had ended.

“Why?” She wanted to know.

“Oh Sehun is staring and it’s really starting to creep me out,” you said in a hushed tone making sure your mouth moved as little as possible in case the boy who had his eyes fixated on you could read lips.

“Wha-” Your friend began to turn towards male in question before you grabbed her arm and hissed at her to stop drawing even more attention in your direction. By now some people were starting to notice and it was making you feel awkward.

Unsure of what to do you sent a small wave in Sehun’s direction, causing him to look away immediately.

“What the hell?” Your friend said as you made your say out of the room. “What was that all about?”

You just shook your head. How would you know?


“He’s doing it again,” your friend informed you during fourth period.

“I know,” you replied through gritted teeth in an effort to stop the teacher from catching you whispering in class.

It had been a week since the staring had started and it had only gotten worse. In every class you shared with him you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, annoying you and even making you a little nervous. In the cafeteria he had changed which side of the table he sat on so he was now facing you and you had noticed how he always seemed to be in the hall when you were on your way to class.

Perhaps you were his next victim, you reasoned. He didn’t like people saying things about him behind his back. Maybe he had heard one of your conversations at the lunch table. Maybe he was trying to unnerve you.

Maybe it was working.


“Y/N!” Your boss called just as you had finished untying your apron. You sighed, just knowing he would ask you to do something else even though your shift was technically over.

“Yes?”

“Someone spilled on the window seat; can you clean it up before you leave?”

You grit your teeth and nodded, before putting your apron back on and moving out from behind the counter, a cloth in one hand, a spray bottle in the other. It wasn’t so much that it was that bothersome to be asked to clean up a simple spill, it was just that this was the third time this week that your boss had kept you past your shift’s end and it was only Thursday.

Even so, you made your way over to the table with the bubble tea dripping from it, hoping against hope that somehow you would be compensated for all the extra time you were putting in.

Perhaps it was because of your annoyance that you didn’t notice the small child running towards you, or maybe you were simply too engrossed in humming your favourite song, but whatever the reason, you did not see the kid until it was too late. He slammed into you at full force, apparently unable to stop at his age, causing you to topple over into the remaining bubble tea and pulling a customer down with you by accident.

You landed in an awkward position, you laying oddly on top of said customer with your nose pressed against his ribs and your arm twisted strangely beneath you. Things only got worse from there.

“Oh Sehun?!” You yelped in shock as you caught sight of the person’s face of whom you were currently using as a mattress. He simply looked back at you with a raised eyebrow, his expression less angry than it should’ve been and his hair slick with bubble tea.

It took you a moment to find words and a moment more to find your footing. You stood quickly, face flushed, as you offered him a hand. One which he refused.

“I am so sorry,” You babbled as he inspected himself silently, shaking his hair out best he could. “I-”

“Do you live nearby?” He asked, interrupting your apology.

“What?” Your surprise was evident in your tone. Why did he want to know where you live? Wait, why was he here in the first place? Was he following you? At this point you wouldn’t put it past him.

“I said, do you live nearby?” He repeated, looking somewhat annoyed.

"Why do you need to know?” You asked, narrowing your eyes in suspicion.

“Because I have a very important appointment in 45 minutes and now I need a shower.” He replied as if it were obvious.

You gaped at him for a moment. He wanted to know where you lived so he could shower?

“Why not just go home?” You said, after you got over the initial shock of his response.

“My apartment is too far away,” he answered, getting more annoyed by the second. “So I’ll ask you again; do you live nearby?”

Unsure of how else to respond you nodded. What else could you do? Sure, he was weird and rude and everything else in between but you figured the least you could do was let him shower at your place considering you’re the one who got him into this mess in the first place.

“Just give me a moment.”

To your surprise, he nodded and went over to stand by the door without complaint, allowing you to finish cleaning and getting ready to go in peace. Unfortunately, as was his usual manner, he didn’t take his eyes off you the whole time, making you rather self conscious.

“Okay, let’s go,” You said finally once you had grabbed your favourite bubble tea that your friend had made you on your way out and a pastry of your choice.

The first five minutes of the walk were spent in silence, with him seemingly unbothered and calm about this whole thing, except for the fact that he was standing much too close for your liking. Closer than he ever stood to anyone, as far as you could recall.

It was only after those five minutes that you noticed him eyeing your bubble tea and for the first time you considered that perhaps he had simply been in the shop at the same time as you due to coincidence. Perhaps, for once, he wasn’t being creepy and he was simply there to get a drink like everyone else.

Hesitantly and silently, you offered him your cup without meeting his eyes. You were unable to see his expression as he took it from you, though you could practically feel something melting away from the gentleness in his touch as his fingers brushed yours.

"It’s just a block more,” you told him, breaking the silence. “How far away is your meeting?”

“Close,” was all he said as he took another sip of his tea, a look you’d never seen before crossing his features for a moment before he became stoic once more.

There was another minute of silence before he decided to speak again.

“This…is your favourite type?” he asked, referring to the bubble tea.

He sounded almost…shy as he said it, if that was possible. No, shy wasn’t the word, but his tone didn’t hold the same power behind it as it usually did. He seemed more unsure than anything; though unsure of what, you didn’t know.

You nodded in reply. “Mmhm, by far.”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before taking another sip. “Huh,” was all he said.

The last minute or so was spent without words before you reached your small apartment, guiding Sehun up the stairs to a rather ugly door at the end of the hall.

“This is where you live?” Sehun asked with a raised eyebrow and a look of disbelief as he scanned the tiny area.

Immediately you became defensive, annoyed that you had invited him in only to have him criticize your living conditions.

“If you don’t like it, you can go shower elsewhere,” you answered harshly, dumping your bag on the coffee table.

“Where are your parents?” He asked, ignoring your previous comment.

“They move around a lot,” was all you said before thinking better of it and adding, “but I wasn’t abandoned or anything. I just wanted to stay in one place.”

Oh Sehun nodded as if he actually understood before you remembered why he was here in the first place.

“The bathroom’s through there,” you told him, pointing at a door across the room. “Towels are in the cupboard beside the sink. Go knock yourself out.”

Again he nodded, making his way to the door before turning as if he was going to say something but apparently thinking better of it and letting himself into the washroom.

“You’re welcome,” you said under your breath, your mind only on how long it would take him to get out of your apartment. He wasn’t the only one who needed to shower.


Oh Sehun was naked.

Oh Sehun, the most popular, sought after boy in school was naked in your home and you hadn’t even realized it for a good 30 seconds.

Well, technically he was half naked, considering he wore a towel around his waist, but that didn’t stop you from dropping the bowl of chips you had been holding when you turned around and finally caught sight of him.

To be fair, it was quite a shock to find a wet, attractive boy standing less than a foot away when you had forgotten that you weren’t alone. Still, later you would wonder why you were so surprised by this whole thing. Obviously he had no clothes to change into other than his soaked outfit in the bathroom and it wasn’t as if he was chubby or anything. Still, you hadn’t expected abs sculpted by Michelangelo himself. You weren’t sure what you had expected but it sure wasn’t that. Whatever it had been, it wasn’t that.

“Where did you put my bag?” Sehun asked, once you had managed to bring your eyes back up to his face again. At least one thing that could be said about this boy, was that he didn’t tease you or even acknowledge the fact that you had obviously been checking him out.

"Bag?” You repeated, dumbfounded, before you got your head on straight and remembered the backpack he had been carrying. “Oh yeah, sorry. I put it by the door.”

Wordlessly he went to retrieve it, carrying it with him back into the washroom and causing you to let out a breath you had been holding in as you slumped against the counter.

Within moments he was dressed and ready to go, his bag slung over his shoulder and his hair combed to the side.

“Sorry again,” You apologized as he was leaving.

He turned back to you, looking mildly confused. “For what?”

“For getting you covered in bubble tea?” You reminded him, still feeling slightly guilty about the whole thing.

He shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault,” he told you in a flat tone before turning and walking out the door without another word, leaving you with no hot water and way too many conflicting emotions.


“Don’t look now,” Your best friend said as you did your best to rearrange the contents of your bag so one of your books would stop stabbing you in the back every time you moved, “but Oh Sehun is coming this way.”

You sighed, too annoyed with everything even though it was still early morning to care properly. “What does he want?” You asked exasperatedly, turning in the direction in which your friend was looking.

"Just this,” said Sehun himself as he completely filled your entire field of vision, startling you slightly.

“Just wha-?” You began to say before getting shocked speechless by the feel of his lips against your cheek.

“Thank you,” he said, once he pulled back, placing something in your hand, “for this weekend.”

You just stared at him as he looked back at you with his deep brown eyes, seemingly trying to decide something.

“It really helped,” he finally settled on, leaning down once more; almost hesitantly letting his lips brush yours for less than a second before pulling away once again and walking back in the direction from which he’d came.

“What?!” Your best friend all but yelled. “What just happened?! Are you dating him?! What does he mean by the weekend…”

You ignored her questions and the other student’s stares as you looked down to see what he had given you. A small laugh escaped your lips.

“What now?” You friend wanted to know.

You smiled at her involuntarily, unable to stop your lips from curling upwards. You held your favourite flavour of bubble tea tightly to your chest as you replied, warmth filling your whole body as you continued to grin.

“He remembered.”


“I didn’t know you could dance.”

Your voice surprised him, pulling him out of his intense (and rather adorable) concentration mode.

You were more comfortable around him now, having formed a rather odd relationship with Oh Sehun after that day in the hall. He would show up at your place unannounced with some feeble excuse such as forgetting what the homework was or needing directions to something down the street and he would come to the tea shop nearly everyday, you handing him his order before he could even get the words out. You would hang out in the library, reading side by side or he’d wait for you to finish work simply to walk you home. You spent most of your time together in silence, but it was not awkward or strange. In fact, it felt natural; more than anything else you’d ever felt before.

This was why, nearly a month after he had kissed you (if you could even call that a kiss), you felt comfortable simply barging into the practice room where he had been doing some sort of routine and well, you might add. At least now you knew where his abs came from.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he replied, wiping his face with a small towel before coming over to join you on the floor where you had been observing his dance moves.

“Then tell me,” you answered simply, meaning it.

A lot had changed over the last month, including your feelings for the boy sitting next to you. You had went from finding him rude to creepy to odd to…something you couldn’t really describe. All you knew was that you liked it. A lot. Maybe too much.

You had begun to daydream about him and your heart always swelled at the idea of him. Never before had you had such a strong urge to be near as someone as you did with him, never before had you wanted to grab someone’s hand so much, or even, though you didn’t want to admit it, to kiss someone like you wanted to kiss him.

Without any explanation, reason or rhyme, you were falling for Oh Sehun, the boy you would’ve loved to scold barely a month ago, and you found yourself not even trying to stop it.


You never talked about the (so called) kiss, even though against all your best judgement all you wanted to do was bring it up. Sometimes you thought he might too, but he’d shut his mouth and turn away before he’d thought you’d notice and continue to keep quiet about the whole thing. It was driving you insane, but then he’d touch your arm or send you a rare smile and for that moment you let that be enough.


“Why did you used to stare at me?”

You’d asked this with only a drop of alcohol in your system, not even enough to make you tipsy but just enough that you could make yourself believe that it gave you courage.

“Because you saw me as I was,” he replied simply.

“But not who you are now?”

Oh Sehun shook his head. “I’d like to think not.”

“So now when you look at me, what do you see?” You asked, curious.

“My opinion is too biased now,” was his response as he looked away from you.

“What? Why?”

“Because I cannot answer honestly if I can only look with clouded eyes.”

“Clouded by what?” You questioned, holding your breath.

He took a moment to respond, apparently trying to find the right words. “Friendship,” he answered finally.

You let out your breath in a slightly bitter laugh. “Right,” you said with a forced smile. “Friendship.”

Sehun gave you an unidentifiable look.

“Yes, friends,” he repeated, staring at you intently. “Because that’s what we are.”

You were about to nod when his tone changed slightly, laced with something you’d never heard from him before.

“Right?”

“Well, we do friend type things,” You reasoned cautiously. “We hang out.”

“And we know things about each other.”

“And sometimes we share drinks.”

“Exactly,” Sehun agreed. “So we’re definitely friends.”

You nodded, trying not to think about the sadness beginning to pool in the bottom of your stomach.

“But…” the dancer began, looking slightly uncertain, something incredibly uncommon coming from him. “Do friends shower at each other’s houses?”

You shrugged, doing your best to seem nonchalant, “If there’s a need to, I suppose.”

“Of course,” Sehun nodded, falling silent for a moment before raising his eyes to meet yours once again. “Do friends kiss though?”

Your heart caught in your throat, your mind wildly trying to come up with ways that would somehow confirm that what he was saying was for sure what you wanted to hear. “I mean…maybe once, if they’re really close, you know or if-”

“Twice though?” Sehun asked, cutting you off.

Your brows furrowed in response.

“Twice-” you began and then his lips were on yours and he was kissing you like there was no tomorrow, his mouth moving against your own with such a warmth coming from him, you thought perhaps your whole body had caught fire.

“Do friends do that?” he asked once he’d pulled away.

You shook your head breathlessly.

“Then I suppose we can’t be friends,” he said, resting his forehead on yours and searching your eyes.

“I guess not, Oh Sehun,” you managed to get out.

Without warning he kissed you again, even more deeply than before, his hands cradling your neck and back as he pulled you to him.

“I really like how you say my name,” he said before pressing his mouth to yours once more.

You supposed that maybe there were better reasons to call him Oh Sehun than to simply scold him.


A/N hope you like it! Sorry it was a bit long and possibly out of character. This is my first one so let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always welcome and please, please, please send in some of your own requests! Thanks!

“Thunderstorm” (Drabble #21)

http://marinette-sky.tumblr.com/post/143602220967/send-me-a-pairing-and-a-number-and-ill-write-you LINK TO DRABBLE LIST

(A/N: Alright, so this drabble is a little different from the rest so far. I decided to hop aboard @geek-fashionista ‘s Sidekick!Adrien AU and write a Ladrien fanfic drabble as contribution to such a beautiful idea. Hope you like it! [like omg my computer science knowledge finally came in handy for this fic drabble])


Summary: Driving in the middle of a thunderstorm as it grows darker outside makes a particular Parisian hero very nervous.

Prompt: “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

Pairing: Ladrien

Word Count: 1,143


Ladybug thrummed her padded hands against the rental car’s steering wheel, keeping a firm but slightly lackadaisical stare trained on the miles of empty road ahead of them. The car ride back from Dijon had been a virtually quiet endeavor so far, with only the sound of rain pattering on the hood overhead and continuous clicks of Adrien’s laptop keyboard in the passenger seat chasing away any chance of utter silence. Even with the Stygian overcast, Marinette could tell they were well a ways into dusk judging by the fading overlay of colors on the horizon. It would definitely be nighttime once they arrived back in Paris, much to her disdain and annoyance. Driving in the midst of a rain shower is one thing, but driving during a thunderstorm while it’s dark out was a completely different story.  Many risks and perils came with coasting on a wet road, at least in her mind.

“Damn akuma, delaying us so long…” Ladybug muttered resentfully, frowning as a drum of thunder pounded in the distance. A streak of bright lightening followed in its wake, sending spider webs of electricity dancing along the under-belly of the cloud cover. Based on how numerous the bolts were, the heroine deduced they were drawing closer to the center of the storm, which inevitably worsened her attitude about driving.

“What was that bright flash of light?” Adrien suddenly remarked from beside her, the familiar rhythm of his typing coming to a halt. “Also, is it raining?”

Had he really not been paying attention to their surroundings this entire trip?

“Adrien, it’s been raining ever since we left Dijon. What have been so immersed in this whole time that kept you from noticing this obvious detail?” Ladybug surmised that her boyfriend had either been hacking into some major security network or scoping out potential motor parts on Shicaro.com for his beloved motorcycle. There was usually no in-between for him.

“I was just updating a few of my Class Arrays and toString methods in JavaCreator, so the next time I have to do a binarySearch in a security grid it’ll be a less time consuming process for myself and the computer mainframe…” Adrien stopped in the middle of his explanation, catching sight of the deadpan expression his girlfriend threw in his direction. He often forgot most people had no idea what he was talking about when it came to explaining the tedious job of a hacker, especially when he went off on tangents involving computer science. It really bugged the shit out of Ladybug that she didn’t understand a lick of what he chattered about when they discussed battle strategies.

“So, to summarize, you were doing hacker stuff?”

“Basically. These kinds of things require immense focus, so…yeah.”

Somewhere in the brief conversation Ladybug carried with Adrien, the rain had went from a shower to an all-out downpour, spurring her to make the decision of turning the windshield wipers on full blast. Out of nowhere, the car’s headlights flicked on, indicating there was about thirty minutes of daylight left. This made Marinette more nervous than she already was, which added another ingredient in the mixing bowl of possible causes for a car crash. To make matters even worse, an aggressive spurt of thunder and lightning burst forth from the clouds directly in front of her field of vision, intensifying the storm. Sheets of rain were slamming against the windshield while the female could slowly but surely feel the car start to hydroplane (or maybe it was just her imagination but either way).

“Adrien, I’m going to pull over on the side of the road for a while, driving in this bad weather is dangerous.” Ladybug informed her oblivious sidekick, tentatively applying the brakes and veering the steering wheel to the right of the pavement. By the time they came to complete stop on the roadside, her hands were shaking so badly she could barely put the vehicle in park. Adrien took note of this and voiced his concern.

“Hey, we can stay here until the storm passes. If you want, we could spend the night here…my father is on a business trip right now so no one is expecting me home. Would you like that?” Adrien reached over the small space and took hold of Marinette’s trembling hands, chiseled features softening in compassion. The lass nodded, offering a pearly, grateful smile in return for her partner’s thoughtfulness. Because of their intertwined fingers, both adults scooted farther over on their seats so that they could hold hands in comfortable distance on the center console. In the dim light of the car, Adrien eyes resembled an almost vibrant forest green color, which in turn complimented the long blonde waves of hair framing his structured cheek bones. Ladybug traced her gaze down the slope of his adorably pointed nose, stopping when she got to a very pink mouth. They were so close together now that she could clearly see every crinkle and curve of his lips, stirring up just the tiniest bit of desire in the pit of her stomach.

“Adrien.”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” Ladybug felt a blush creep up her neck at her own forwardness. Adrien, who was clearly caught off guard (his cheeks looked pinker then they were a moment ago), only smiled a little and nodded. Marinette leaned forward with repressed eagerness and he met her in the middle with equal vigor, letting out a suspired breath as their lips melded together in a familiar pattern. Her nose began to prickle with the tantalizing scent of mint body wash and cologne, and she could swear she tasted bubblegum on his tongue when he dragged it across her bottom lip. As more and more seconds flew by, their kiss grew more heated and it became very obvious the temperature in the car was rising also. Just as Ladybug was coming to realization that the car was too cramped and small for something intimate like a makeout session, Adrien broke their liplock.

“This is a weird urge, but I really want to get out and play in the rain now.” The model stated, totally impromptu. Ladybug gave him an incredulous look.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Marinette pursed her very kissed lips, considering his proposition.

“I mean, we don’t have to stop just because we’re in the rain…” Adrien waggled his eyebrows suggestively, inching his hand toward the car door handle. “Plus, there’s more space outside rather than in here.” Now that was an idea. Ladybug weighted the pros and cons of snogging in the rain, and after brief cogitating, grinned deviously.

“So?” Adrien pushed for a reply.

“So, why are we still in the car?” The bluenette mimicked, laughing as she unlocked the car doors.

Maybe thunderstorms weren’t so bad after all.


I’m sorry if my writing is a bit muddled(? is that the right word), wording something based off of someone else’s AU is kind of difficult. But I really hope y’all liked it because I spent four hours on this give me credit