Heck so. My sketchbook is full now. Yay! A lot of the art from it is not posted here but I believe that’s fine. Most of it is random doodles like this anyway. Oh!! And!! In the first picture there is a couple Drips doodles. Drips belongs to @bendy-and-the-askblog !! And like I’ve said many times you should go check them out! (If you couldn’t tell I really like their art;-;)
Also, Felix the cat!
omg, i never want you to stop writing!!! your scenarios are so good <3 could i request a neighbor wonho au?!
it was his birthday and im a bit late,,,but here take this neighbor au as my apology monbebe’s ;;~
such a good, wholehearted person that like recycles and cleans up trash around the apartment complex and makes sure that kids don’t cross the street on a red light if they’re not with their parents
has the heart of a soft angel but the muscles,,,,,,of like an champion athlete but that makes it even better instead of a friendly giant he’s a friendly,,,,,,,,strong person LOL
the older ladies are always so shocked to see wonho at the neighborhood farmers market on the weekends but there he is. buying some organic lettuce and honey or something,,,,,maybe a new potted plant for his kitchen
his apartment is really pretty,,,,like he keeps it really clean and he has this light blue color scheme going on
but also,,,,,,,,has like a liquor cabinet and if he rolls up his sleeves you’ll be shocked to see tattoos covering his arm,,,,,pretty flowers and hangul quotes,,,,,,things like that
isn’t it amazing how he’s own like fifty pound weights but also mason jars full of four-leaf clovers he’s found like what???? a great mix
and you don’t really talk to him or know much about him, aside from the fact that you once thought his tattoos were cool from afar
so when you end up outside of your apartment building late at night, you’re actually trying to wash some graffiti off the side of the building
you’re shocked when you hear someones voice fo “oh, let me help!”
and you turn to see wonho there, who looks like he’s just coming home from the gym. he drops his bag and takes on of the rolls of paper towel you have with you
and you’re like,,,,,,well you’re like “oh you don’t have to help-”
but he smiles, and you see how handsome he is up close with straight white teeth and sparkling eyes
and he’s like “good neighbors should keep the apartments clean together!!”
but see the problem isn’t actually that he’s helping you the problem is,,,,the reason you’re cleaning off the graffiti isn’t because you wanted to do your part in society,,,,,,,,,
it’s because that was an old piece of yours and now you wanted to draw over it
so it’s a bit awkward standing there with this prince-like neighbor of yours happily scrubbing away your art and,,,,,when you’re both done he goes “let me help you carry all of this back to your apartment!!”
and you panic a bit because he goes for your backpack (which is ofc, full of spray paint cans) and you’re like wAIt,,,but it’s too late because wonho picks up the bag and
out comes the cans, tumbling to his feet out of the open bag and you’re like “um - u m”
and wonho looks at them, then you, then the clean wall and it clicks in his head and you’re like
“listen - i never said i was cleaning it as a service to the neighborhood-”
but wonho puts up his hand and he’s like “it’s ok,,,,,,” and you’re like “well im just going to take-” and you reach out for the bag
but suddenly it’s dangling over your head as wonho holds it up and you’re like UM HOW ARE YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO HOLD THAT IN ONE HAND WHAT THE-
and he’s like “ill return it, but first you need to promise me something”
and you’re like what in the world is he going on about but when you try to jump up for your bag wonho is like “nope, promise me first”
and you’re like Fine ok WHAT and he’s like “whatever you graffiti, it isn’t going to be offensive ok?” and you look at him and you’re like,,,,,i wasn’t planning on making it offensive
and wonho is like “i know,,,,,but please don’t make it vulgar either kids in the neighborhood shouldn’t have to-”
and you laugh a little because you’re like he really is one of those people that’s always looking out for others and wonho pouts because hey, he’s being serious
and you’re like “i would never graffiti something like that, my speciality is drawing animals,,,,i was thinking to do like a wolf or something!” and wonho is like “a scary wolf?” and you’re like no LOL a cartoony one im not a serious artist or anything
and wonho hands you back your bag and he’s grinning now because hey,,,,a cartoon is ok,,,,that sounds cute
and you’re like “you can stay and watch just in case” and you’re half-joking
but somehow he does stay and he’s actually kind of even interesting in how graffiti works and you’re like “well first is your outline, and then you color it in!” and you even pass him a can so he can help you out
and when you’re done it’s like a cute wolf cub sitting in some flowers
and wonho is like “it’s so,,,,cute,,,” and you’re like “see, graffiti isn’t all that bad” and wonho is like “no, it’s fun!!! you really showed me a new side to it”
and you both go back inside the building but as you’re in the elevator wonho is like he looks down at his spray-stained hands and he’s like “not to annoy you anymore, but ,,,,,how do i get this off?”
and you giggle and you’re like “i know a method”
and you invite wonho over to your place and for someone so handsome and strong he becomes really shy and polite being in your house and it’s so adorable how he stands with his hands in front of him like a kid
and when you tell him to give you his hands so you can run them under the water first,,,,you notice his ears go red
and you’re like ???? he’S THE ONE THAt’s acting shY??? with a face and a body like that????
but it warms your heart tbh,,,,and once you get his hands all clean wonho thanks you with a bow and you’re like
as you walk him out into the hall you’re like “if i need help cleaning again, should i be ok with finding you?”
and wonho seems surprised at how forward you are, but then a smile settles in on his face and he’s like “yes!! today was fun but,,,,,,”
and you tilt your head in anticipation and wonho’s like “,,,,but you can also just find me to,,,,,hang out a bit more,,,,,,,,,and you know not graffiti in the middle of the night bUT only if you want!!”
and you grin and are like “are you saying i could ask you out?” and wonho,,,,,at the word date just blushes again but shrugs his shoulders and is like “,,,,yes?”
and it’s cute you’re like “ill think about it!~” with a wink and wonho feels like someone just shot an arrow through his chest,,,,,,,,,,how are you doing this to him?????
Mommy: *is on the couch reading a book*
Wolf: *is on the floor playing with new tail*
Mommy: Awe wolfie you look so cute.
Wolf: *sits up and wags tail* Nu uh.
Mommy: Ya huh. Mommy’s cute wolfie.
Wolf: *covers face with paws* Mommy’s good cute wolfie?
Mommy: Yes you are. Mommy’s good cute wolfie.
Wolf: *hops on mommy’s lap and covers her face in kisses*
Mommy: *hugs wolf* Awe wolfie. I love you too.
hi i was wondering if you could do # 15 & 21 with sirius black ?
15. “for all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you” - cecilia and the satellite x andrew mcmahon
21. “you’re the reason why the earth spins and the stars stay in the sky” - words x jacob whitesides
Warnings: None I believe, maybe some cursing
Author’s Notes: Hey guys, I want to formally apologize for not posting anything in so long. Work and school have been demanding the majority of my time recently. I am working on a part two to Persistence, which you can read here ( x ) That being said, I really want to get back into writing more so please send in requests for either Harry Potter or Supernatural!
Sunday mornings were
always very peaceful at Hogwarts. The students who were partying the night
before, used Sunday as their recovery day, allowing them to lay in bed with the
drapes of their four poster beds pulled closed because any ounce of sunlight only
furthered the pain in their head that drinking too much the night before had
caused. There were a few students though, that used Sundays to get out of their
dorms and spend the day outside, whether it was on the shore of the Black Lake,
or on the Quidditch pitch, you could always find a couple students taking
advantage of the beauty that is a Sunday at Hogwarts.
You were one of those
few who used Sundays as a day to relax, but you preferred to do your relaxing
underneath a large shady tree, usually curled up with a book. The way the
breeze flowed through the leaves was almost therapeutic for you, it was a
simple sound, but it was one you took pleasure in. It was so different than the
constant shouting and laughter that surrounded you during the week while going
from place to place with the Marauders.
Sirius used to be one of
the students took advantage of Sunday as a way to recover from the intense
partying that usually came with a Saturday night, but since the two of you
began dating, he preferred to spend the day with you. It was one of the few
times the pair of you could be alone, without the rest of the Marauders. James
and Peter usually slept all day on Sunday until around 11 o’clock at night,
when they frantically began their homework that they had all weekend to do.
Remus spent his Sundays in the library, that is until James and Peter had
begged him to help them with their homework, to which he always obliged because
they were his best friends.
You finished the page
you were reading and looked up to Sirius to see if he was ready for you to turn
the page. He was never much of a reader before you two got together, but your
love for books rubbed off on him. Although you never knew that he was not quite
into the books as he claimed, he just enjoyed watching your reactions whenever
something drastic happened in the book or whenever one of your theories about
what would happen came true.
He tightened his hold on
your waist a bit and nodded before setting his chin on the top of your head.
Turning the page, you started to read but a hand pulled the book from you and
you faced your boyfriend, a pout growing on your face. This only elicited a
chuckle from Sirius before he folded the corner of the page over and set the
book down. He turned you around so that you were completely facing him and your
pout slowly turned into a smile.
“You know that one day I
am going to marry you right Y/N?” Sirius stated nonchalantly.
Your eyes widened and
you began to choke on your words “Excuse me? Sirius Orion Black, we are only
sixteen years old. It is way too early for you to be discussing such things as marriage.”
The confidence on his
face didn’t waver at all. “I know it’s a while off, but it will happen. You
will become Mrs. Black. I am sure of it.”
Your eyebrows furrowed
in confusion. The two of you were friends long before you began dating and
Sirius had constantly made it very clear that he was not going to be marrying
anyone. He always joked that although Moony was the actual lycanthrope of the
group, he would always be the lone wolf. “Love, I-I’m afraid I do not
understand. Didn’t you claim, for years, you were going to be a “lone wolf”?
The boy sitting across
from you only shrugged, “’Twas before we started dating darling. You changed
all that. Though, you are correct in saying that I was against ever really
settling down for years. But when you agreed to be my girlfriend, I realized that
you were it. You were the only person I ever wanted to be with from that moment
on. There’s just something about you Y/N. It’s as if you changed my perspective
on life y’know? Just everything about you is so enchanting love, and I cannot
get enough of you. The way your eyebrows furrow and your tongue sticks out ever
so slightly when you’re trying to copy down notes in class, or the way how when
you’re mad at me and I say something sweet to you, your smile doesn’t quite
show on your lips, but it reaches those Y/E/C eyes of yours, or the way when we
are watching Quidditch and you get so riled up that you start trash talking the
other team, and then immediately apologizing because you don’t really think
that they are a “huge pile of dicks that deserves to rot at the bottom of the
You shook your head,
remembering the insult you threw towards the Ravenclaw Quidditch team a few
weeks before Christmas break.
Sirius continued, “You
know sweetheart, for all the things my hands have held, the best, by far, is
you. You make me happier than I ever thought I could have been and you make me
look forward to the future after Hogwarts. I am not afraid when I think of the
future anymore, because you are there. Godric woman, you have me wrapped around
your finger. You’re the reason why the earth spins and the stars stay in the
sky. You’re the reason that the flowers bloom in spring. You are the reason I
believed I was capable of love. So yes my dear Y/N, I am going to marry you
someday. I only hope that you will agree when I am ready to get down on one
knee and formally ask you to become Mrs. Y/N Black.”
You couldn’t help the
tears that cascaded down your cheeks. The love you felt for this man was
immense and you knew that he was all you wanted out of a partner. “Of course I
would say yes you oaf.” He pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss on the top
of your head.
“Alright now then, let’s
get back to our book, shall we?” Sirius returned you to the position you were
in while reading and turned the book to the page you two left off on and handed
it to you.
He didn’t really care to
start reading again though, but he knew you loved to read and he loved to watch
warnings: swearing, teen pregnancy, mentions of sex
I was sitting in Lydia’s room, going through her magazines in the hunt of what’s in for the summer. Rompers, short styled overalls, and suspenders with skirts and tee shirts were the majority of what I came up with.
It was an early morning for teenagers on a saturday Allison Lydia and I had thrown a sleepover the night before. Mostly laughing about the party Lydia had nearly three weeks ago. More so how Allison and I didn’t remember the majority of it.
“Yeah yeah, we’re kinda lightweights” Allison said, rolling her eyes.
“We? I drank more than you did Alli. You are the lightweight around here” I said, causing Lydia to snort. Which only made us all laugh more. I fell back on the bed, in an uncontrollable fit of giggles while Allison began to hit me with a pillow.
“You’re mean!” She said, laughing as she attacked me.
“Stop it!” I squealed. “Stop! Sto-” I gagged suddenly, my hands flying from my stomach to my mouth. I scrambled off the bed, feeling bile rise in the back of my throat. Allison called my name in concern, Lydia trailing behind me as I rushed to the bathroom, but i slammed the door shut, hacking into the toilet as soon as I lifted the lid. I hurled and heaved, trying to catch my breath.
“Hey, hey y/n?” Lydia knocked softly, before opening the door. She came up next to me, kneeling right behind me and pulling my hair back as I released the last of my stomach’s contents.
“I’m sorry” Allison said from the doorway. I hastily pulled out the roll of toilet paper, ripping off some and wiping my mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing.
“It’s okay, I just haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday so it just caught up to me when we were fooling around” I said, turning on the sink as Lydia continued to caress your back. Allison looked guilty, but didn’t say anything else. I rinsed my mouth out thoroughly, swishing, spitting, repeat. “I’ll be fine, seriously, the feeling passed” I said with a smile. Even though my stomach said otherwise.
“You sure?” Allison asked, not fully believing me.
“I’m sure. Now come on, we gotta be at Lou’s in half an hour, and I look like shit.
Roll montage of the three of us packing up our things and getting changed while singing and dancing around to the radio.
Lydia pulled up by the storefront, and Allison and I grabbed our bags. She’d driven us to work, seeing that she’d picked us up for the sleepover.
“You girls have a nice day!” Lydia called with a slight laugh as she waved a hand out the window. I waved back as Allison blew a kiss. Lydia drove off after that, rolling up her window and probably playing the music she liked rather what Allison and I forced her to play.
I unlocked the door, letting Allison in first. We made our way to the back room, where our employee lockers were. Allison didn’t have a lock on hers, the girl trusted everybody. But I had one. I sat on the floor, back against the metal doors as she put her overnight bag into the locker, and pulled out her working apron. Filling the pockets with sample packets of flower seeds, a spray bottle of water, one of plant growth fluid, as well as a rag because she hated dirt.
“You sure you’re okay hon?” She asked in worry, and I nodded again. I watched as she tied a neat bow behind her back. Then finally made myself stand and get ready for the day. Saturday was our busiest days of the week. Sometimes friday nights, lovers coming in to get flowers for their loved ones.
Allison had made her way out to the cash register. She was probably sitting on the stool while texting Scott. Which was usually how she passed free time when there was no customers. I finished putting my bag away and tying on my apron, and dragged myself out of the back room. Grabbing the inventory clipboard off of the counter Allison was at, the only counter actually, I made my rounds through the small shop. Literally anywhere I walked, she could see me.
“So has Theo talked to you at all?” She asked, slipping her phone into an empty pocket of her apron.
“Why do you ask?” I questioned, making a check mark next to aster.
“I don’t know… you talked about him half the year, then you guys finally get together and you drop him completely”
“Well I wasn’t exactly looking for a boyfriend…” I trailed, giving Allison raised brows. She shrugged her shoulders.
“Have you talked since school ended? We were there for a week after the party” Allison asked. “Or at graduation?” I shook my head again.
“Nope. He was the perfect one night stand. In where you don’t mention it happened at all” Allison made a ‘huh’ sound.
I figured she didn’t understand the concept completely, she’d confided in me that Scott was her first serious boyfriend. That he’d taken her virginity (and she his) and that he’s all she’d ever wanted. So I didn’t expect her to really understand that sometimes you just need a good time, with the promise of no commitment, and secrecy. Secrecy was loosely used though. Inner circle friends knew, but not the whole school kind of thing.
“Stiles must be happy about that” Allison commented. “He hated Theo”
“I know” I responded, making another check next to callas. A personal favorite of mine. I always thought they’d look beautiful in a brides hands. I didn’t say anything else to Allison, writing a note that we needed more tulips.
“I’m sorry if I upset you-”
“Alli, if you apologize to me one more time today, then you will be the one puking” She laughed, and the rest of the day was breezy.
Customers were more on the lag side today, just a few people. I always liked when a man came in around six thirty, getting a collection of roses in his work clothes. Made me happy to know there were still decent men in the world.
Scott picked Allison up at the end of her shift, which was around four. So it was just me here for the next three hours. I sat at the cash register with a book and an apple. I’d greet a customer when they’d come in, offer help, which most declined, and sat contently on that stool. Around 6:45, my phone rang. The best picture I have of Stiles popping up. The one where he was laughing and fell off the couch onto the coffee table, completely sprawled on it.
“Hey what’s up?” I said when I answered.
“Need a ride home?” He asked, and I sighed in relief.
“Thank god, yes” He chuckled.
“Why didn’t you just ask?” He said, and I heard the engine of his jeep turning on.
“I didn’t want to sound pushy” I replied, to which he laughed again.
“Alright, well I’ll be there in ten, have you eaten?”
“Good, we’re getting chinese takeout cause I’m craving it” Wow he was right that sounded really good.
“Okay sounds good, see you soon”
“Bye” I hung up the phone and set it on the counter. The store was empty, so I decided to just close up shop and flip the open sign to closed. Then made my way to the employee room to take off my apron and collect my things.
It wasn’t a long wait for Stiles, I just sat on my phone scrolling through pictures of vacations, pregnancy test ads, videos of my OTP, anything to keep my mind occupied from my growling stomach. God I needed sesame chicken. As soon as I saw the headlights of the jeep pulling in, I grabbed my things, and rushed out the door, making sure to shut off the lights and lock the door. Stiles didn’t even have time to open his door, as I was already in the passenger seat and throwing my bag to the floor.
“Hi there” Stiles said with a laugh while I buckled in.
“Hi” He replied with a big grin. “Come on, what’re ya waiting for? I want food!” I exclaimed.
“You sure chineses is okay?” He asked, driving out of the lot. “Lydia told me you got really sick this morning”
“I’m fine, chinese sounds great” I said, waving my hand dismissively.
“She said you threw up y/n-” Stiles said with a look.
“It was just cause we were messing around and my stomach was pretty much empty is all, I’m fine now” I told him. He licked his lips, a sign that he was debating on whether or not he believed me. “Stiles I swear it, okay? I’m fine”
“Pull over the car!” I screamed, and Stiles did immediately, into an empty lot. The smell of the asian food wafted through the air and gagged me. I stumbled out of the jeep, tripping over the curb I’d run to, and puking on the grass. I heard a door slam shut, and Stiles ran over to me. “No- n- go!” I managed to say before vomiting again.
“Shh… no no I’m here…” He pulled all my hair back, collecting it in a ponytail in his hand.
“It’s gross-” More bile rose. Stiles looked away, probably because it probably made him want to throw up too. He just rubbed my back and cooed soothing things.
“I think you’ve got the stomach bug y/n” He sighed. I groaned. It’d gone around the school before graduation, but I didn’t think I could get it this late.
“I guess” I sighed, moving my head down till it fell on my knees.
“It’s okay” Stiles said softly, still rubbing my back and holding my hair. “You can come back to my place and have a shower or a bath okay?”
“No Stiles if I get sick again I wanna be by myself” I know he was about to protest. “Think about it this way. You want me accidentally puking on your bed?” He thought for a moment.
“I don’t want you to be alone” He countered. I was the quiet one now, contemplating what I wanted to do. Eventually I nodded, and he helped pull me up. “Here” He shrugged off his flannel and handed it to me. I looked at it for a second, and he rolled his eyes, stepping forward and wiping my mouth gently with the fabric.
“Stiles that’s sweet and so disgusting” He chuckled at me and I took the ball of plaid from his hands.
“Come on sicko let’s go home”
I stood in the shower repeatedly washing myself for probably twenty minutes, then soaked in the tub for half an hour. My skin smelled rosy like soap, but was all wrinkly at the tips of my fingers. But I didn’t care much. I got out and wrapped a towel around myself, as well as one on my hair. There were folded pajamas Stiles gave me sitting on the counter, but I sat on the floor in the towel, wrapping it around myself like a blanket. My head was buzzing, and I wanted it, no, needed it to stop because it was about to make me cry.
At some point I pulled myself together and yanked up the soft pants and silky jersey. It smelled like Stiles, and suddenly I didn’t feel so nauseous anymore. When I finished, I pushed open the door and slowly made my way down the stairs.
“y/n?” I heard Stiles call, and I turned on the steps, holding onto the rail. I hummed in response, and he went down to where I was stood. “What’re you doing going downstairs?”
“So I can sleep, I’m exhausted physically and mentally” Stiles cocked his head to the side.
“Well then go upstairs to bed were… were you gonna sleep on the couch?” I nodded, rubbing my eyes with my fists. He shook his head, and laid a hand on my back. “Come on, let’s go to bed” I didn’t say anything, just let him guide me up the steps and into bed.
“But if I pu-”
“Look, there’s a little garbage can right there, and even if you miss, I’ve already brought in extra sheets” I smiled a wavering smile and thanked him. His brows cinched. “Are.. are you crying?” He asked, pulling the blankets over me. I shrugged.
“I-I guess?” I stumbled.
“y/n, why? What’s wrong?” His hand smoothed down my hair, and he kneeled in front of the bed facing me as I lay on my side. “Hey… hey shh.. What’s going on?” He stared at me as I wiped my eyes.
“I don’t know I guess… I guess…. I guess it’s my parents being out of town for another week and Alli kept asking me about Theo and am.. Am I a whore? For sometimes just needing one night with no strings attached?”
“But maybe I was hurt he left? It’s been three weeks, I don’t know Stiles, I feel ridiculous” He shook his head, smiling softly at me.
“y/n you’re not a whore don’t ever think that- don’t even say it, you’re not. We all do things we’re not proud of and that’s just something some of us do-”
“I don’t know anyone-”
“Liar you know Lydia used to, you think anyone ever dare call her that? No of course not, it’s called being smart and nice about it” I buried my face into his pillow. “So you slept with somebody. You both wanted it, you were safe about it, so maybe you forgot it, but hey, that’s a part of the fun right?” I sniffled.
“I feel dirty Stiles” He shook his head, pushing all my hair back behind my shoulder.
“Well don’t. Because it all worked out fine, didn’t it?” I thought for a moment, then smiled softly and nodded.
“Yeah, yeah it did” I said quietly. Stiles grinned, and kissed my forehead. “Thanks Stiles”
“Anytime y/n” He said, ruffling my hair and standing up. “I’ll see you in the morning”
“You’re not gonna stay?” I asked, watching as he wandered to the door.
“My Dad’s down in his office and he wanted some help on a case… I thought it’d be a good opportunity-”
“No no, go help him” I said, waving him off. Stiles smiled at me and flicked off the light.
“Goodnight Stiles” I murmured back.
“Alli… Alli please stop crying it’ll be okay” I assured repeatedly.
“He… he hates me, he must hate me” She whimpered.
“Lyd, Lydia can you come here?” I called. The strawberry blonde came rushing in, and I took the bundle of crying blankets from her arms. I rocked softly back and forth and cooed.
“Maybe we should call-”
“If you say Stiles I will scream” I responded.
I shot up in bed, a cold sweat sticking my clothes to my skin. I took in my surroundings, barely registering I was in Stiles’ room when I felt my throat swell.
“Shit” I cursed, springing out from under the covers and rushing into the bathroom. I gripped the bowl of the toilet, puking and crying at the same time.
When I woke up next, it was to Stiles shaking you gently. You hummed, opening your eyes.
“Hey, hey Alli’s here” He said softly.
“Okay” I said, sitting up and tying my hair back in a ponytail right away. I needed it out of my face.
“She said you texted her?” Stiles asked.
“Yeah, a few hours ago I woke up really sick and didn’t have a ride or anything” I told him, swinging my legs over the bed, just sitting on the edge.
“I could’ve driven you home-”
“I know I know I just… I needed a girl and I had a bad dream with her in it” I said the second part quietly. Stiles nodded in understanding.
“Alright well text me” He said.
“And if you get sicker then go to the doctor, I’m worried about you y/n” I smiled at him and shook my head, standing to crack my bed.
“Don’t worry Stiles, it’s just a stomach bug it’ll pass” I assured, walking out of the room, to which he followed behind me.
“But you’d tell me what’s going on right?” I turned as I grabbed my bag from the floor. I’d dropped it at the stairs last night before going up to take my shower.
“Stiles, of course I would, stop momming me okay?” He sighed.
“Fine fine, I’m done pestering” He said. “Give me a hug before you go though” I rolled my eyes but let him pull me in by my shoulders. He squeezed me for a moment.
“You’re not dirty y/n” He said, and I closed my eyes, silently reeling in the moment.
“Thank you Stiles” I whispered, and he rubbed my back for a second before pulling away. He smiled and I reciprocated it. Then picked up my bag and walking to the door. “Tell Noah I say hello and thanks for letting me stay overnight” He nodded, and I opened the door, waved goodbye, and walked out to Allison’s car.
“I think black looks nice on anyone’s nails” I said, and the brunette rolled her round eyes at me as I applied the polish to her fingers. “And it’s insta dry, and it’s done by me so you’re promised perfection”
We’d been sitting in my kitchen for the past half hour as I did Allison’s nails. She had her eight month anniversary with Scott tonight, and the only hint he’d given her was formal. So she’d asked me to do her nails for her.
“Oh right, your Lydia’s little manicure prodige” Allison said, waving her drying hand around in a dazzling manner. I smirked, maneuvering the brush down carefully. “Anyways, Stiles seemed surprised to see me at the door this morning” She said, and I kept my focus on her hand. “You didn’t tell him I was coming?”
“I didn’t even tell him I got sick Al”
“Because he’d get over worried and it’s sweet but… I don’t know last night I got super emotional about it and just opened up” Her eyes widened, as well as a smile on her lips.
“Open up about your crush on him?”
“Hush up it’s minor” I groaned under my breath, doing the last stroke of black paint on her pinkie.
“Okay sure” She said sarcastically. “What’d you open up about?”
“About sleeping with Theo, mom and dad being gone for the next week, feeling… feeling bad I guess”
“That’s not a bad thing y/n” Allison said softly. “Confiding in each other is just what friends do”
“Sure, but I told him I felt like a dirty whore” I said. She stared at me in shock.
“Well I wasn’t expecting that” She said, blinking slowly.
“I barely meant it, sure sometimes I think about it but I don’t really feel like that my mood just… it just got weird” I said, biting my lip. “Do you really think my crush on him could cause this kind of thing?”
“Mood swings?” I nodded. “It could, I guess” She said, shrugging a shoulder, and inspecting my finished manicure on her nails. She smiled, and I put the bottle of midnight black away. “Do you love him?”
“Of course I do, he’s my best friend” I responded. Allison smiled innocently at that.
“Do you love him as more than that?” I looked at her, a long glance from my curious eyes to her soft but inquizitive ones. “You could?” She questioned my silent answer aloud.
“Sometimes… sometimes it’s all I can think about” I told her hesitantly. “Other times, it’s the farthest thing from my mind” Allison nodded, thinking through my answer. I didn’t say anything more, unsure of what I even could say. That was the bottom line truth. I looked through my other polishes, and pulled out a turquoise color from the box. I shook it, and opened it up.
In seconds the smell made it’s way to my nose and I choked, vomit pushing against my lips. I barely made it to the kitchen sink.
“y/n!” Allison cried, rushing over to me as I puked into the garbage disposal. “God you poor thing” She whispered, rubbing my back just like Stiles and Lydia had done to me previously. “Girly we need to get you some medicine, what do you have around here?”
“Nothing that’s gonna help I tried-” More bile came up before I could finish the sentence. Allison sighed quietly.
“I’m going to schedule you a doctor’s appointment, okay?”
“Yeah yeah go ahead, Doctor Alberts is in my contacts on my phone please get me in today or tomorr-” More puke.
“Hi, hello I’m calling to make an appointment with Doctor Alberts for my friend y/n? Uh, y/n l/n? She’s been getting sick a lot lately” I listened as Allison spoke, resting my elbows on the counter and holding my head in my hands. “Yes an appointment today would be perfect” Allison spoke. “Three o’clock? Yes just give me one moment to check with her” I gave Allison a weak thumbs up. “Three is perfect thank you so much ma’am, alright, you too, bye” She hung up my phone and came over to me. Allison turned on the faucet, and ran a dish rag under the cold water. I let her press it to my head.
“Thanks Alli” I said, and she nodded, guiding me to the living room.
“No problem sweetie” She said softly as I laid down on the couch. “Get some rest, you’ve got four hours till we go okay? I’ll just wake you up if the time comes and I’ll drive you there and everything, okay?” I nodded.
“Thank you” I mumbled again, and she nodded before I closed my eyes.
“I’ll go get you a blanket honey, I’ll be right back”
The drive to the office wasn’t long, thankfully. The heat in the car was going to make me vomit again right onto the dash. But as soon as the feeling came we parked and I got into the air conditioned building. Allison sat with me in the waiting room, my leg bouncing anxiously as the place was silent. Not filled with people, maybe six but I tried not to count.
There was actually seven not counting Allison, or the baby in a woman’s arms.
“y/n l/n” My head jerked up to see my doctor standing by the door. I smiled in relief at the familiar face. I stood up and turned to Allison.
“I’ll be right here, you’re okay” SHe said kindly, and I nodded, before walking up to the older woman.
“I’m sorry but we must do this every time” Doctor Alberts sighed as she handed me the cup.
“Thank you” I said quietly, and made my way past her, and to the bathroom around the corner. I did what you had to do, and placed the cup in the compartment before washing my hands. When I finished I stepped back into the hall, and she guided me to a room. Closing the door behind us.
“Go ahead and have a seat” She said, patting the cot with the paper over it. I nodded, wiggling to get up on it as she looked through her patent files. I watched as she clicked on mine. “How have you been miss y/n? I haven’t seen you in awhile” She asked with a kind smile.
“Besides the puking, alright” I shrugged. My doctor pulled on rubber gloves, and opened a cabinet.
“Graduated high school right?” She asked with a smile, getting out the arm wrap and pump for my blood pressure check.
“I did, and got into Berkeley”
“Is that where you’re going?” She asked, securing it around my arm.
“I haven’t decided yet, I was hoping to have heard back from Corcoran by now. It’s in DC by my friend’s by now”
“Oh well that’s nice, but also far, what made you want to go there?” She asked, pumping the rubber ball in her hand, eyes on the dial on my arm.
“My best friend is going to DC as well, well, we haven’t heard back from the school yet but I just know he got in” I told her. She smiled, unwrapping my arm and typing something into the computer.
“I see, you want to stick together” She commented, and I nodded. “I’m going to go get your results back from the lab, I will be back in a moment” Doctor Alberts said, and I smiled with a slight nod. When the door closed after she left, I texted for Allison to come in. She arrived two minutes later.
“Hey, everything alright?” She asked instantly.
“Yeah she went to get my pee back” I said, causing Allison to giggle and roll her eyes as she sat in a chair next to the bed I was perched on. “I’m uh.. I’m sorta nervous”
“I don’t know I guess… what if it’s like.. Cancer or something?”
“Darling I can pretty much promise you that it’s not cancer”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep” I sing songed, raising a brow down at her.
“Fine, if it’s cancer, I will shave my head with you” The door opened and Doctor Alberts chuckled quietly. Glasses were sat on the bridge of her nose as she gazed down at the clipboard in her hands.
“It’s not cancer miss y/n” She said, setting the board on the counter. I breathed out a sigh of relief.
“I mean I didn’t think it was that would be insane I don’t even know how that could’ve happened you know? But there was still that worry-”
“Miss y/n..” Doctor Alberts said slowly. “You’re pregnant”
surprise bitch alright everybody alright… here comes the angst
i don’t know… it seems like no matter what i do, it’s just not enough for her. or anyone. i just—
i go out there and i do my job. i put my life on the line, i get shot at! i do what has to be done, for them! but at the end of the day i’m still the bad guy.
A/N: This is partly inspired by one of my favorite childhood movies Ladyhawke, though I’m taking it in a different direction. This will be a multi-part series.
This is my first AU series, so feedback is very much appreciated!
Thanks to the fabulous beta @wheresthekillswitch, you are so wonderful! I don’t know what I’d do without you!
Thank you to the amazing @arryn-nyxx for the BEAUTIFUL aesthetic you created! You capture a feeling with color, light and pictures that I can rarely find with words.
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The King’s Procession began
its trek east a few days ago. King John,
Dean, Sam, the King’s council, the King’s Guard save three, and you all arrived
at the Royal Monastery last night. The
monastery is home to the Royal Church, which is where every royal for the last three
hundred years has been married. After
the wedding ceremony the Procession will continue its tour through the
surrounding cities sharing the news of the Prince Dean’s new bride.
This morning, the
morning of your wedding, you wake in agony, your body twisting in pain. You’re lying in your bed next to Dean, but
your body is foreign to you. You speak
and a screech breaks the silence, startled you try to move, but instead flap
your wings, waking Dean.
“What the hell?” he
You try to speak again
but only more screeches sound.
“Get out of here
bird,” Dean yells.
You fly outside and
perch on a nearby tree.
He calls for you and,
when he doesn’t find you in your shared rooms, he begins roaming the
halls. You fly from tree to tree, window
to window watching him as he tasks every person he finds with looking for
you. You watch him all day unable to
tell him you’re right here. The worry
and anger and fear in his voice grows with every minute he doesn’t find
you. You swoop to the bedroom window
hoping for a way to communicate with him.
it’s no surprise to us that puppies (even wolf pups) like attention; they crave it. they enjoy cuddling, burrowing, kissing/licking, and nipping. if you pet them, they’ll be your best friend, won’t leave your side, and will continue begging for more. some pups enjoy physical attention (petting, scratching, etc.) while other’s enjoy emotional attention (sitting with them, encouraging them, etc.), and some enjoy both. bottom line, as we all know, puppies love attention.
but what about wolves? “wolves are tough and independent, we can’t pet them and we can’t get close to them; they don’t like it, they want to be alone.” that is a huge misunderstanding. wolves, while more reserved in nature, do enjoy attention from other’s. while it may take them a little longer for them to open up and be comfortable around another to the point where they will allow themselves to be touched, they will enjoy the attention you give them when it is earned. wolves protect themselves and are more cautious than pups, they are less quick to trust. but do not mistake this hesitancy for a dislike of attention. pet your wolf, scratch your wolf, give your wolf treats, sit with them, encourage them. wolves need attention too, just like pups. don’t neglect them just because of the way they act.
[ but remember that there may be some wolves (pups too) who do not like to be touched, and you need to respect that as well. ]