I’m so so so sorry but I was going through some things and didn’t have time to write or even be on Tumblr so that’s why I post it after two months.
You heard something beeping every second. Or it could be longer
than one second but you weren’t sure, you felt so good and
comfortable and sound was so annoying. You tried to move your body
and turn over but something didn’t let you. With a sigh of
resignation you gave up and decided to rest a little bit longer.
”Y/N…?” Harry asked, tickling your hand.
You gave him a smile and wanted to tell him how exciting your day
was going to be but you didn’t hear your voice. You made a sound
but it wasn’t words. Actually you were sure that you were still
”Fuck, Y/N, I was so worried, I’m here, shh,” he tried to
comfort you,”I’m not leaving you again. God, I’m so so sorry.
I’ll go tell doctors that you’re awake.” You heard a note of
relief in his voice. However, you were feeling excatly the opposite.
You didn’t know how much time you had been sleeping, but it
wasn’t enough – you were exhausted. Opening your eyes was hard
and everything hurt. First instinct was to check out if you could
move your legs, arms, hands and fingers. Little did you know about
medicine but you were okay.
Somehow you managed to glance over a room but couldn’t see much
of it. You wanted to stand up but suddenly Harry came in with a
”Love, you can’t do it right now,” Harry said, putting his
hands on your shoulders in order to get you to the previous position.
”You had a concussion,” he explained.
”What happened?” You were confused. Couldn’t remember the
accident or whatever happened to you. ”Is anyone else hurt?”
Harry seemed to be confused as much as you were. To be honest, he
looked like crap. You didn’t know if you had ever seen him in such
a condiction, even in Cheshire or after long flights. His hair was a
mess, eyes were almost red and face was grey because of tiredness.
You didn’t know that he never left your room unless doctors or
nurses asked him to take off and that he couldn’t sleep at nights
because he was so scared of losing you.
Harry knew it was his fans who had attacked you. Police caught
them. He couldn’t imagine how sick they must have been to almost
kill you. Remorse and anger were eating him and he couldn’t look at
a mirror. He felt guilty. Telling you that he was a reason that you
were in hospital was the hardest thing he had ever done.
”You don’t remember?” And then Harry wanted to tell you
about everything but a doctor interrupted him.
”That’s completely normal and there’s nothing to worry
about. How do you feel?”
She asked you a lot of questions, some of them were stupid like do
you know where you were or which year it was. Besides, she explained
that you were very lucky and except bruises and wounds you were fine.
You also found out that you weren’t sleeping all the time but
couldn’t remember being awake during last days. They wanted to keep
you in the hospital for a few more days, just for safety reasons
because of a concussion. Soon she left you and Harry alone.
”I don’t remember, Harry. Did I cause an accident? I’ve
always known that getting a driver licence was a coincidence, a lucky
one. Did I hurt anyone?”
He was stroking your hand, playing with your fingers.
”It was my fault,” Harry said. His eyes were full of grief.
You couldn’t belive it.
”What? You’re amazing driver, Styles,” you chuckled. ”Or…
you tried to throw me down the stairs? Was I so annoying?” You kept
making jokes because seeing him was a painful and you were sure it
wasn’t actually his fault. It was Harry, yeah?
”Y/N, I’m not joking. We split up, you went to the store?
You did your best, focused on the last day
but nothing happened. You remembered
flight, airport, apartment, hanging out with Niall and Liam, studio
sessions, skyscrapers, hot dogs, New York, walks with Harry and your
secret dates in Central Park so the rest of the world couldn’t find
you, crowds and screaming fans outside of the hotel. And it finally
hit you. Images from that night hit you. How happy you and Harry
were. How desperately you wanted to get some chocolate and how those
two girls attacked you.
“You saved me,” you nodded.
You were staring at a man who had found you in this
freaking bathroom and you felt relieved.
“For God’s sake, you were attacked by those
psychos because of me! They were my fans. FANS!” he yelled.
Suddenly you felt like you were going to throw up.
You were attacked. Beaten up. Someone did this to you. You held
Harry’s hand tighter but it didn’t help you to feel safe.
“I understand if you need a break. I’ll
understand if you don’t want to see me again. I’ll do anything
but forgive me, Y/N. I love you and I need you so bad,” Harry
“What? NO! Oh my God, Harry, I’m alive. It’s
not your fault, right? You can’t control every damn person on this
planet,” you explained but it was hard to belive.
“I was so scared. Seeing you laying here
without a life, not knowing when you wake up. If you ever… I’d
never forgive myself for tha’. Still, I don’t know if ever will.
I should have been there with you, I should
have protected you.”
“No, Harry, listen to me. It’s not your fault,
okay? You can’t protect me everywhere. Shit happens. Those girls…
anyone found out who they are?” You wanted to change topic so much,
knowing that Harry would blame himself and that conversation would
“Yep, police found out. They’ll never hurt
anyone, I’ll make sure of tha’”
Days were passing by and you didn’t know who
was the biggest pain in the ass. Your mum and Anne kept calling you
every hour while your dad learnt what Skype was. Moreover, Gemma, Lou
and Jeff were texting you all the time. You got a chance to meet
Harry’s family over a phone that he didn’t even
know that existed. You needed to add Niall
who brought you flowers, Liam who discovered his new “talent”
that was cooking and of course, Louis who was playing FIFA
with you and Eleanor who brought all new magazines. And of course,
Harry. Harry didn’t leave you for even one second, helping you to
move and bringing things from apartment.
But the day of your discharge finally arrived.
“You sure you took all of your stuff?” Harry
asked, carrying your bag.
“Yes, I guess.”
Harry had a mysterious smile all the time. He was
very secretive but you thought it was all because of were leaving the
“So, tell me,” you demanded, knowing something
You squinted at him fiercely.
“Okay, so I did something. For safety, of course!”
“Yeees?” You were actually expecting the worst.
“Remember when I was with the guys in that crazy
city I never remember the name of?”
“Oh, here we go again. Please, not this story
again,” you begged, not wanting to hear about them hiding in weird
“So I bought you a bodyguard,” he
“WHAT!?” You screamed.
“Y/N, I think you woke everyone up in the whole
You knew Harry was overreacting but… a bodyguard? A
big man who would follow you everywhere you go? You were scared a
little bit to walk alone again but not as much to hire anyone.
“First, you can’t buy people,” you both
chuckled. “Second, thank you, Harry, really. But I’m not scared
as long as you’re with me.”
“In my deffence, there was a big discount,” he
explained. “Excited to see world again?”
“Don’t know how much longer I’d stand these
walls. That was depressing.”
“Let’s go then, love,” Harry encouraged you and
stepped aside to open a door for you.
You saw a couple of paparazzis outside of
the building and
a bunch of fans. You hugged Harry and he wrapped his arm around your
“It’s alright, I got you.”
“Don’t leave me here,” you begged.
You were scared. You felt people touching you and
they were screaming so loud. You hid your face in Harry’s shoulder
and a few tears fell on your face. It was few steps more and you were
in the car.
“You’re safe here, you’re safe with me, Y/N. I
love you.” Harry kept telling you, holding you in his arms.
Request: Hiya! Can you do a Reader x dean where they get into an argument and he throws up his arms/steps forward or something and Reader flinches as if she thought he would hit her and it breaks his heart?
Warnings: Some language, mentions of a past abusive relationship, angst, and some fluff.
Word Count: 914
A/N: Well I gave this my best shot so I hope you like this!!!
“You don’t need to come on this hunt!”
You glared at Dean. This was the third time he had tried to stop you from going on a hunt and you’d had it. “And what gives you any right to say what I can or can’t do?” You snapped back.
“I’m not saying you can’t go, I’m just saying we don’t need you.” Dean ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
“Oh really? Because the last time you said that you came home with a bullet in your shoulder and Sam had a sprained wrist!” Dean had been trying this new method of saying he didn’t need you in hopes that you would believe him, but it was complete bullshit.
will i ever stop being amused at Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat hyping up the last episode of Sherlock so much, saying that “if they pull it off it’ll be record breaking, something never done before” - and then putting out one of the most mediocre seasons and final episode that I’ve ever seen in my life, that was so poorly received by the fanbase, that they actually assumed there was a secret 4th episode airing unannounced
#20 MSR for the angst prompt thing :) and maybe cancer arc...? Because I hate myself.
Thanks for the prompt! I gotta admit I have problems writing cancer arc because of… reasons. But I did my best. I hope you like it :)
“For once stop
pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!”
She leaves the office
at least once every hour.
The first few times she
did, Mulder looked up from his computer or the file he’d been reading. He
checks his watch each time, marks the exact time down on a scrunched up piece
of paper. It started at 9.01 a.m. and now at 14.09 p.m., she’s getting up for
the sixth time.
“I’m fine, Mulder.”
She hissed at him shortly before noon. That was right before she left the
office to have lunch. At least so she said. Mulder nodded, trying not to look
at her. Her pale complexion haunts him; her beautiful eyes so hollow, almost
empty, and he can barely stomach it. So he nodded, staring so intensely at his
file before him that it blurred before his eyes. When he finally found it in
himself to lift his head, she was already gone.
Mulder begins when she returns five minutes later. His words die on his tongue
when he sees her take on a defensive stance. Her jacket isn’t buttoned right;
she mixed up two of the buttons. It stops him. It stops everything inside of
him, it seems.
“Are you done
with the paperwork?“Scully’s voice sounds raw. As if she’d been crying. As
if she’d been sick again and again.
“Scully, I think
you should go home. You’re not feeling well.” One of her eyebrows shoots
up; some things irrevocably remain the same, he marvels. Strangely, right this
moment, he finds comfort in her inability to accept his help. Well, almost.
Mulder. How often do I have to tell you? I’m perfectly capable of working.”
His eyes dart down to her buttons. He is not going to say anything. Just like
he hasn’t commented on her weight loss. The other day he found a small bundle
of red hair hidden down in the garbage and instead of asking her about it put
even more paper over it. He’s biting his tongue to keep quiet, like she’s
buying new, tighter clothes to conceal her withering frame. If they don’t talk
about it they can pretend it’s not even happening.
spits, “If this is how you wanna do this.”
You’re fine, I get it. And to answer your question: No, I’m not done with the
paperwork. I’ve been distracted.”
you watching those videos that aren’t yours during work hours, Mulder?” Any
other day he might appreciate her attempt to lighten the mood. Today it enrages
him, drives him out of his chair. It spins around until it comes to stop when
it crashes against the desk. Scully watches him, passively, no emotion crossing
her ashen face.
“Can you for once…”
you’re okay! Just talk to me! Just…” he sighs, his voice spent, “Just
talk to me, please. You’re not fine. You’re not. Can’t you just admit that for
once. It’s me, Scully. It’s me.”
His eyes plead with her, implore her.
For the longest time
she stands there, unmoving. Her arms are wrapped around herself as if she’s
cold. The question is on his tongue and he swallows it. The unspoken words
taste like tears.
” Except this time she doesn’t finish the sentence and he turns to her.
Her mouth is opened slightly, as if waiting too, and he can’t help but stare at
it, at her. Her bottom lip begins to quiver and it breaks his resolve.
“It’s all right,
Scully. I’m sorry I pushed, I just-”
right,” when she lifts her head to look at him he sees her eyes and he
wills himself to let her talk, to finally talk, and to wait until she’s ready,
“I should… maybe I should just…” She makes a gesture with her hand
and stares at him, helplessly. She’s never needed him to fill her silences, to
lift her up, or kick someone’s ass. She’s stronger than he could ever be.
Asking for his help, now or ever, is not what she’s good at. Mulder, however,
is. Without her, without her constantly having his back, where would he be?
He’s got this, he realizes, he’s got this. He’s got her.
“I’ll take you
home, Scully,” he offers gently, taking her coat from the racket. It’s
ridiculously tiny; a child could wear this, “Come on.” She lets him
help her into the heavy garment. There’s a strangely sweet, dizzying smell about
her. She’s been sick. His heart breaks as she leans against him unwillingly, no
longer able to stand on her own.
“I don’t want to
go home.” She admits in a small voice. “I’ve been thinking about
staying at my mom’s. I just… the drive out there is-”
“I’ll take you
“Mulder, no. I
can’t ask you to-”
asking. I’m offering. Staying with your mom sounds wonderful. She can make you
that soup again. What was it?” Steadying her, he gently leads her out of
the office. He knows she’s going to fall asleep as soon as he puts her in the
soup.” Her voice sounds almost dreamy, the corners of her mouth lifting
into a weak smile.
right. I’m sure it tastes heavenly.”
“Mulder, you sure
you don’t mind driving me? It’s in the middle of the day.” She looks up at
him as they wait for the elevator.
drive you to Timbuktu if…” They’re staring at each other, words no longer
needed or wanted, and she nods. The elevator dings unpleasantly and Mulder puts
his hand on the small of her back, ushering her in.
He’d circle the earth
– twice – if it meant he could make her feel better. Give her back her health.
For now though, he has to settle for driving her to her mother’s. It’s a start.
The lips quirk in a friendly smile, and Erik takes a brief moment to wonder if they happen to be the direct cause of global warming because he feels a large frozen chunk of ice around his heart suddenly break off and crash down into the sea of Human Emotion at the sight alone.
Alex Summers (Havok): His usual mischievous badboy persona would be gone in an instant and he wouldn’t let you out of sight for the entire nine months. He would insist on making sure that nothing went on in the mansion that could even in the slightest affect you or the baby.
Charles Xavier (Professor X): Having suspected for some time, Charles would be delighted and would be so excited about having a child around the mansion- and when he heard the baby’s thoughts for the first time, he cried.
Bobby Drake (Iceman): Bobby wouldn’t be able to process it at first, but when he did he would be speechless, before wrapping you up in an almighty hug and cheering loud enough to disrupt every occupant of the mansion.
Hank McCoy (Beast): He had never expected to have a family, so when you told him that you were pregnant with his child, his heart actually stuttered. You would spend hours just lying in bed together, his fingers skittering over your bump and imagining what your child would look like. (’I hope she has your eyes, Hank.’)
Logan Howlett (Wolverine): Though he never expected nor particularly wanted a child, the moment you told him you were pregnant, he realised just how wrong he’d been. He’d still maintain his laidback personality, but would shoot people a glare if they got too close to you or if he caught the faintest whiff of a threat.
St. John Allerdyce (Pyro): The pyromaniac would take it all in his stride and feign nonchalance which, though it still hurt you to see him brush the news off like that, you knew was just a façade. (Charles had to take you aside one day and ask you to tell John to shut up because he was cheering so loudly in his mind.)
Sean Cassidy (Banshee): His scream would break all the windows in a mile radius and he would swoop you up into his arms and dive about the room. Ever since you told him, he would be walking around the house either looking up Gaelic baby names, musing about ginger babies and whistling shrilly.
Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto): After losing his entire family, Erik has since made it his philosophy that should he ever have a child, he would never leave it and would protect it with his life and love it with all his heart. When you told him you were pregnant, he swore to you to do just that. (He also completely baby-proofed the entire mansion, much to everyone’s grumbling.)
Scott Summers (Cyclops): Scott never really had his own family either and would be over the moon about having a baby. Though secretly, he would terrified that it might have his mutation (you assure him that it wouldn’t matter and you could both teach it to control its powers.)
Is it acephobic to like want sex in a relationship when your partner is aspec? I would never, EVER EVER force them or pressure them if they were sexrepulsed. But is it acephobic to think that personally, for me, that the relationship is "incomplete"? Or should I just get used to not having sex?
It depends on whether not having sex is a deal breaker.
If sex is important to you in your relationships, you need to have a serious talk with your partner about how and if you can make it work. If you can’t, then separating because you want sex in a relationship isn’t acephobic.
If you’re breaking up, however, be very careful to not make them feel guilty about it.
A/N: Here we are with the 4th Part to this series! It’s coming to an end, sadly. I hope you all enjoyed this series!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! <3 <3 Part 3 ; Part 2 ; Part 1
You tossed and turned for a couple of hours before sitting up. It wasn’t that the couch was uncomfortable, it was actually quite nice, but every time you closed your eyes, you saw Alex. You got up and walked down the hall, stopping at Tony’s bedroom door that was only slightly ajar. You looked in to see if it was okay, but it was too dark to tell. You poked your head in, “Tony,” you whispered.
“Hmmm,” Tony hummed, stirring in his bed.
“Sorry if I woke you up, I just couldn’t sleep,” you spoke, your voice cracking slightly. You suddenly felt vulnerable, but you didn’t know why. Perhaps it was the reason you came to Tony’s room in the first place; fear.
Turning away from Dean, you tried to keep yourself
busy by rummaging through your duffel bag, looking for clean and comfortable
clothes to change into. This was a conversation that was never supposed to
happen – especially since you felt as if at any moment everything you have ever
felt towards the Winchester would bubble to the surface and escape your lips.
“No. No no, you are not shutting me out. Not for this,”
Dean quickly reached for your arm, his calloused
fingers making you shiver slightly. He towered over you, his stature making you
feel incredibly small as he stood next to you. Being so near to him, it felt as
if you were suffocating. When did it all get so hard? How were you supposed to
continue acting as if nothing happened – how were you supposed to continue
hunting with Dean Winchester when your emotions were fucking everything up?
“Dean, I’m tired. Please, can we talk about this
later?” You sighed heavily, feeling your eyes sting with unshed tears as you
stared at the ground, noticing the ugly mustard colored motel carpet.
“I know you, Y/N. Later means never. So no. I need to
know. I want to help, dammit!” Frustrated, he paced around the small motel
room. He hated this distance between the two of you. He had never felt so
annoyed in his life – not necessarily with you, but with himself and that
douche of an ex-boyfriend that they just had
to run into and just had to ruin
the perfect rhythm that the both of you had going for so long. And in a matter
of two hours and in the minutes that he was here in this small room with you,
it felt as if everything was just going to shit. He hated it.
In a flash of pure rage you kicked the wooden chair
that sat near the wall. The force of your kick splintered the two front legs.
Dean watched in shock as you turned to look at him, eyes red with tears that
streaked your face.
“I wish I had never met you! I wish we never went to
this god forsaken town and I wish you didn’t look at me with those stupid green
eyes that get anyone and everyone weak. And I wish I didn’t live with you at
the bunker because I hate waking up in the morning and getting coffee and I
hate it when you walk in to the kitchen in that stupid robe of yours and I hate
it when your hair is a mess and I hate it when you sing along to your music in
the car. I hate it all, Dean Winchester. I hate having ever met you because you
ruin every man in the world for me. I hate you because if I had never met you,
I wouldn’t be so devastatingly in love with you and you don’t even notice!” You
all but screamed, cheeks red and chest heaving as the words spewed from your
mouth. The silence in the room was enough to make you realize what the hell you
just said to the hunter that stood before you, processing your every word. You
watched as his eyes shifted over to you in confusion. Watched his thumb brush
over his perfect bottom lip, his tongue following it right afterwards making
his bottom lip glisten.
Dean couldn’t help but let out a choked laugh as your
words finally registered. It surely wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. You
watched as he came undone with laughter, tears escaping his eyes as he clutched
his stomach. His eyes crinkled as he lost his shit.
“Wow. I tell you him I feel and Dean Winchester laughs
hysterically. Alright,” Humiliation seeped into your body as you quickly
grabbed your clothes and headed to the bathroom. You could still hear him on
the other side of the door. Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupid self. Quickly
stripping down, you turned on the water, relishing in the scalding hot water as
you let the spray of the shower sooth your tense muscles.
Dean wiped away the tears of laughter that stained his
face. He couldn’t stop smiling. Y/N was in love with him. In love with him. The man that hadn’t been with a
woman since Lisa, at least not in a relationship sense. He had never felt so
happy. For once, something was happening to him. A good something. He quickly
walked over to the bathroom door, hearing you hum slightly as well as sniffle,
obviously thinking that he in no way felt the same. But Dean couldn’t help it. Beautiful
and strong and intelligent you, liked reckless and immature and irresponsible
him. He had a chance. He would with a doubt, make you the happiest girl in the
world, never making you doubt his love for you. He was so excited he felt as if
he could shout it to the world. He discarded his flannel and threw it on the
floor before slowly opening the bathroom door.
You refused to answer, knowing your voice would betray
you and surely give out. You simply kept humming. You could hear the stripping
of clothes, could hear his belt buckle come off as well as the plop that came
from the discarding of jeans. Your heart hammered against your chest as you
waited to see what Dean was going to do. You wanted to be mad. You wanted to
tell him to get the hell out and who the hell did he think you are?
But you also wanted Dean to pull the shower curtain
aside and step in behind you. You wanted to feel him pressed up against your
back and have him explain everything.
Dean did just that. He watched in awe as the water
cascaded down your smooth skin, he flinched slightly at the temperature of the
water. Hesitantly, he brought a hand to rest where your neck and shoulder met,
tracing your skin slightly.
“I don’t deserve you,” He all but whispered, yet you
could hear the happiness in such a statement. A sigh of relief escaped your
“You don’t. Especially since you laughed at me,” He
chuckled before pressing a small kiss on the back of your neck.
“Can you blame me? Never in a million years did I
think a woman as beautiful as you could ever love a mess of man like me” He
trailed kisses down your shoulder before making his way up to your jaw. Leaning
heavily against him, it all clicked. Dean truly felt as if he didn’t deserve
love, especially yours. You should have known. “Also, you breaking shit is one
of the hottest things I have ever witnessed,” He smirked against your warm
You turned around, his arms encircling your waist as
you rested your palms on his tan and broad chest. “Shut up, you ass. I was
really pissed off,” You pouted slightly before reaching up slightly, standing
on your tip toes. Pecking his plump pink lips, testing the feel of him against
you, you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Took us long enough. Although this was not how I
pictured all of this happening… With Brady and all,”
“Nobody messes with my girl.” He mumbles before
capturing your lips, letting his tongue trail against your bottom lip. You
couldn’t help but roll your eyes.
“We’re so dramatic,”
“What do you mean? I happen to like fucking shit up
and running after you and all. No shame,” he smirked brushing your hair away
from your face, green eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Yeah yeah, shut up. Be useful and wash my back,” You
ordered, turning your back to him knowing if you didn’t, a lot more than simple
kisses would happen and you were honestly tired as hell. You couldn’t help but
laugh slightly as a flicker of disappointment flashed across his face before he
grabbed your shampoo and used the soap to lather your body a flirty grin gracing
his beautiful features.
Anonymous asked: Can I request a one shot with Steve Rogers and a black female reader. Where they’re both in love with each other but too scared to confess because they don’t want to ruin their friendship? Can you make it fluffy please❤
You had joined the Avengers two years ago as an agent after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell. With a helpful recommendation from Nick Fury, the job was as good as yours. That recommendation got you a high position right off the bat, which was great because you didn’t have to work your way up again. It was hard enough the first time being black and a women, but you did it and now you were one of the best agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. history.
Of course you had heard all about the Avengers, who hadn’t? Working closely with them allowed for you to become good friends with them rather quickly, but you were close to one Avenger in particular: Steve Rogers. You two hadn’t had a formal meeting. You were in the training room taking out your frustrations out on the punching bag. You were so focused on the bag that you didn’t hear anyone come in.
“Woah, what did the bag ever do to you?”
You turned around with a hand to your chest, heart beating rapidly from being surprised.
“Jesus Christ! Can you warn a girl next time?” you said with a hint of irritation in your voice.
A/N: this is totally unbeta’d so I apologize for any mistakes!! I can be a comma whore so yeah lol. Hope yall enjoy!!
Sometimes you just had to question your ability to make good decisions, this was one of those situations. You knew your fiance was a jerk but you never thought it could be this bad. After catching Jasper with another woman and being entirely too close to packing your bags and leaving, he had been able to talk you out of it. That was your biggest mistake to date.
Requested: Cora x female human reader (Scott is reader’s twin brother) the pack doesn’t approve of their relationship because Cora is 22ish and Y/N is 17. So, Scott tells their mom so she grounds Y/N and Y/N runs away and stays with Cora for a couple days.
A/N: I am so sorry for not writing for the past few months! I was dealing with my problems and.. yeah. That’s over now. I might start using gifs for my imagines now.
Gifs Not Mine
It was meant to be a secret. But mistakes happen and now the whole pack knows about Y/N’s and Cora Hale’s relationship.
Yes, the pack knew about Y/N’s sexuality, and they are totally fine and all happy for her for finding out what her sexuality is. They have known for quite some time now.
But to say surprised, isn’t even the word that they would used to describe the pack’s reaction when they found out that Y/N Mccall, Scott twin sister, is dating Cora Hale, the little sister of Derek Hale. Not that they have anything against Derek or his family. But they were.. just, ‘shocked’.
There were several reasons why they didn’t approve of their relationship. One being that Cora came from a werewolf family that is quite famous and have quite a lot of enemies. Which could bring harm to Y/N if the enemies found out about her. They would also try to use her against Cora and the pack themselves!
Two, Scott and the pack wouldn’t be able to save Y/N or to protect her from harm since Cora wasn’t in school anymore. Whenever Y/N and Cora hanged out, they would be in the woods, that being their usual hangout area. If Cora was to be at school, they would be less worried about the relationship because they could always keep an eye on Y/N around and during school.
Third of all, their age difference. Y/N is only 17, still in high school, studying. But Cora was 22, turning 23 in a few months. And currently, she is just hiding most of the time, not going to college or continuing her studies, which she should be doing in college.
Those were the reasons that the pack quickly went on overprotective mode on Y/N, especially Scott.
They all tried to find ways to convince Y/N not to visit and meet Cora every time she is heading out to where they would usually meet. They would try to have a pack meeting or hangout at her house every time she’s about to go to meet Cora to make her stay during the pack meeting. Since she was in Scott’s pack after all. But Y/N being stubborn, she would ignore them. After all, it’s her choice, her relationship.
She was glad that no one decided tell her mom about Cora’s actually age. Because the first time, Melissa Mccall, her mother, met Cora, Y/N lied and said that Cora was 18, and lied about how Cora was studying in another school out of Beacon Hills so that was the reason why Melissa doesn’t see her around.
Somehow, Melissa doesn’t know that Derek had a younger sister.
“Shouldn’t they be at least happy for me?” Y/N thought bitterly, after failing to convincing from the pack once again, as she threw her backpack on her bed, before flopping on her bed, face down.
She was disappointed, because she was expecting the pack to be happy for her, especially for Scott to understand, because she knew that Scott wanted someone who could protect his little twin sister for when he isn’t around to protect her.
Y/N quickly discarded her thoughts, and decided to do her homework quickly, so that the faster she finish, the faster and longer time she gets to spend it with Cora, since tonight was movie night, and she was picking the movies.
After she finished, she quickly grabbed her’s and Cora’s favourite movies and grabbed her phone, putting the DVDs in her bag. As she was walking out of her room, she heard voices that sounded like her mother and her brother talking. Y/N decided to listen a bit, because usually, Melissa would come home late or around dinner because of her job at the hospital.
“Why didn’t you to tell me sooner about her real age!?” Y/N heard her mother asked, anger and frustration in her voice.
“I tried to stop Y/N from seeing her for a while now, hoping that she would stop. I decided to not tell you because I thought I could handle the situation. But you know Y/N, she’s really stubborn.” She heard her brother voice talking back to her mother.
Y/N’s heart started to beat a bit faster. Shit. They’re talking about her and Cora.
What do I do now? Y/N thought, her grip on her bag become firmer and tighter.
“Okay, just walk down and out of the house like you normally do..” Y/N muttered. Y/N walked around the corner and down the stairs, pretending to not notice Melissa talking to Scott.
“Oh mom! You’re home early!” Y/N said, acting surprised.
“Yeah. Mind explaining to me why you lied about Cora’s age?” Melissa said, crossing her arms as Scott stood behind her quietly, staring at Y/N.
“What.. are you talking about?” Y/N asked, a little nervous on the inside.
“Mind telling me why I was lied that Cora is.. or was 18 instead of what? 22 years old?” Melissa said, her right foot tapping the floor impatiently.
“Wait what? Cora is 18. Why the hell would someone say she’s 22?”
“First of all, language. This is my house, my rules. Second of all, Scott told me all about her, from where she’s a werewolf, who happened to be Derek’s sister, to where she’s actually 22!” Y/N glared at Scott who looked anywhere but at her, somewhat guilty.
“Fine, I lied about her age. So what? Are you going to stop me from seeing her?” Y/N asked, not meaning for it to come out as rudely as it sound.
“Yep. That’s exactly what I was about to do. You’re grounded.” Melissa said, a finger pointing at Y/N.
“What?! You can’t do that!” Y/N shouted with anger.
“Oh yes I can! I’m your mother! Now go to your room now young lady!” Melissa exclaimed, pointing to the stairs.
“Fine.” Y/N said before stomping upstairs, and shutting the door to her room loudly, with a big bang showing her mother and brother that she was really mad at them. Melissa sighed and sat down on the dinning table, resting her head in her hand as her elbow was against the table.
As soon as she shut the door to her room, she quickly moved to her closet and pulled out a duffel bag, and started to pull her clothes from the rack and throw into her bag. After a few pair of clothes, she moved on to the bathroom and picked her bathroom stuff and undergarment to bring with her.
Y/N then throw her the rest of her stuff into her bag and zipped it. She went to her desk and grabbed her favourite beanie, wearing it as it was said that it would be cold tonight on the radio. She grabbed the duffel bag and place it over her shoulder.
She opened the window and looked down.
‘Eh, it’s not that high, I will survive.’ Y/N thought, and shrugged before jumping down.
She landed on both feet and did a summersault to make the land more gentle. Y/N realised that the jump was louder than expected, loud enough for her mom and her brother, to hear.
“Shit.” Y/N murmured. She quickly stood up, ignoring the pain that she didn’t realise she had in her right ankle. She then ran and ran from her house into the woods. She was running to a secret cabin that was deep in the woods.
Cora was reading on the sofa when she heard footsteps from outside the cabin. She stood up, alerted. But then she suddenly smelled a familiar scent she grown to love. She smiled, but was a bit confused and concern about why Y/N came in such late hours.
The door to the cabin opened and Y/N walked in, her hair was messy, and she was breathing heavily, like she just ran a marathon.
“Hey what’s wrong?” Cora asked concerned.
“I just- I need a place to stay for the next few days.” Y/N said, combing her hair with her hand as she walked to the sofa, and sitting down, dropping the duffel bag beside her on the ground. Cora went to sit next to her girlfriend.
“Why? Not that I don’t want you here or anything. I’m just curious.” Cora asked.
“My mom found out about your real age and is now really mad at me. She grounded me! Grounded me! And told me to break up with you!” Y/N exclaimed frustrated.
Cora looked down on the ground, “So.. are you?”
Y/N looked at Cora and shook her head rapidly.
“No! No, never!” Y/N exclaimed.
“Maybe you should..” Cora mumbled. Y/N looked at her shock.
“No! I won’t and never will! I love you too much to ever break up with you!” Y/N blurted out, with no intention to use the ‘L’ word yet, afraid that Cora won’t ever return the words back. It was also because she wanted to say it to Cora at the right moment.
“What?” Cora whispered as she looked up at Y/N, shocked.
Y/N sighed, looking away, before looking back at Cora, staring into her eyes. She then confirmed what Cora heard, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Cora replied with a wide smile on her face and lean to kiss Y/N, who kissed back passionately.
They spent the rest of the night, cuddling and watching movies together, before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
For the months of January + February, I made just over $30k from my vanilla job as a nurse. I am extremely lucky to have found a career that I love, AND even more fortunate to have such a high paying job.
Because I couldn’t believe it myself at first, here’s a “receipt” to quite any doubt that I may be over exaggerating/embellishing on my income.
With that being said, it’s apparent I’m capable of living a somewhat comfortable life on my own dime. I want to make it clear that I acknowledge my privilege.
So, why did I quit sugaring?
In short, I found a man who was worth giving it all up for.
I didn’t need the money. I liked the financial security it gave me, along with the lifestyle I was able to maintain.
Now of course I missed the extra $$$ flowing in, but Mister takes care of rent (average rent for a 1 bedroom in SF is $3k), utilities, and pretty much all household expenses, so I’m able pocketing a significant amount of money.
Mister and I are so insanely compatible and perfect for each other that I know I’ve found my life partner and I would rather invest in us and our relationship.
The energy and hassle of finding/maintaining a sugar daddy isn’t worth the potential strain on our relationship. I’d also rather spend my free time with Mister, my family, friends, traveling, the business, investing in myself, etc.
I’m not going to lie, in the beginning I missed it. The excitement of sugaring, material luxuries, extravagant hotel stays, stacks of cash, etc. I enjoyed sugaring, but I will say walking away from it has been the best thing to ever happen to me. No more secrets, hiding, or lying to my friends or family. My my physical, emotional, and mental wellbeing are at an all time high. My friends, parents, and younger sister are always commenting on how much happier I am now.
Mister spoils me and treats me like a princess. We travel at least once a month. He’s incorporated my family into our longterm financial planning goals. If anything ever happened and he wasn’t able to provide for me as he does now, he’s not opposed to sex work. He respects my desire for financial security and takes care of me. I’m listed as sole benefactor and am his financial & medical power of attorney. Although it should never happen, we have a notarized contract regarding my living situation to protect me if ever we do break up.
It sounds cliché, but I have what people spend their entire lives searching for: a job that I love with a high-paying salary & the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Darry: “I hate thunderstorms.” you whispered, turning to look at your boyfriend who was lying next to you in bed. “Baby,
they ain’t that bad! Actually, I think they’re pretty cool.” Darry said,
faintly smiling at you. He found it adorable, the thought of a brave girl like
you being so scared of the weather. “Well, I do- oh my God!” you
ended up screaming, the blasting clap of thunder scaring you out of your wits
and causing you to frantically get closer to Darry than you already were. He
cooed and then started shushing you, running his hand through your hair in
order to get you to calm down. One thing he wasn’t a fan of was seeing you
distressed in any way. This was the usual routine: you lay next to him in bed,
you two share small talk, thunder claps, you scream, he tries to calm you down
immediately. But, what he did next sure surprised you, breaking the usual
routine: he sang for you! Of course, his voice wasn’t the best, but he sang a known
favorite of yours, “Big Girls Don’t Cry” as sung by The Four Seasons.
Two-Bit: “Two-Bit, you’re drunk. Again.” you
scoffed at him, trying to close your front door on him. Your parents were
asleep upstairs, and you knew the rules: no company when the parental units
were asleep. Especially if it was boy
company. You almost got the door shut until Two put his foot in front of it.
“C'mon babe, let’s have some fun!” he drawled, raising his voice with
each word. The laughter that came out of his system was booming. You jumped,
not because he frightened you, but because you were afraid your parents would
wake! “Keith, now is not the time to act like a fool.” you snarled,
getting angrier with your boyfriend by the second. He froze, his demeanor
changing from a fun-loving drunk to a sad, sad man. “Wait, you really
think I’m a fool, darlin’?” You widened your eyes and shook your head as
fast as possible, realizing where this was going. “No, Keith, that’s not
what I mean-” “You’re going to break up with me now, aren’t you?! I
knew it!” “No! Two-Bit, stop being ridiculo-” you said,
attempting to stop him from waking up your parents – and the whole damn
neighborhood, but it was too late. “Well, since my baby left me,” he started
singing, “I found a new place to dwell!” “Oh, no.” you groaned. His loud
mumbling of the lyrics turned to even greater bouts of “Heartbreak Hotel” by
Elvis Presley. “Keith, shut your mouth!” you tried to silence him, slamming
your palm over his mouth. You looked him in the eyes, and you could see that he
was a mess: about to cry, and not all there because of the liquor. You sighed,
“Keith, you know I could never think of you as a fool. Granted, you’re acting
real stupid right now, but a fool? No way. I would never break up with you for
such a stupid reason. Hell, I don’t think I’ll break up with you ever. Now come
on, we’re getting you home.” With that, you guided him to your dad’s truck,
hoping to God your boyfriend wouldn’t barf any time soon.
Dallas: You and your boyfriend, Dallas, walked into Jay’s.
He was laughing at you, “Face it, doll: you ain’t going to catch me singing.
Ever.” Here’s what happened: you were trying to convince Dallas to sing along
with you in the car to some swinging new song, but he wouldn’t budge. You
should have known better; asking something like that to Dally was like asking
Sodapop to stop looking like a movie star all the time. “Dallas, go be useful
for once and save that booth over there, I’m getting some drinks from the
counter. Go on, get!” You were still a little peeved. You always thought that
no one should feel ashamed, embarrassed, or even weird about singing along to a
real good song. You were always a musical person, so singing was normal for
you. Before hitting the counter, you went on over to the jukebox and put in
some money. Looking through the selections, you found one of your favorites:
“Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones. The song played on, wafting through the
restaurant. Looking around, you could see that your choice was a good one,
noticing the different people bobbing their heads and tapping their feet to the
catchy introduction. Placing your order and soon getting your drinks, you made
your way to the booth. You wanted to spook Dallas, so you hid behind him - yes,
he was that clueless sometimes. You
noticed that he was tapping his foot to the beat as well, and a grin made its
way onto your face, only to be replaced by a look of shock. Did you hear, singing? Yes – although it wasn’t
singing, he was definitely humming the lyrics, murmuring them from time to
time. You leaned in behind him to whisper in his ear, “Got you.” He jumped at
the surprise and groaned inwardly, “Yeah, yeah. I hope you’re satisfied.” You
nodded your head slightly, chuckling at his now grouchy attitude, “Trust me, I
am very satisfied.”