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samingtonwilson · 7 years

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10 Things I Hate About You - Jim Kirk

Summary: The poem from 10 things i hate about you-- jim kirk edition

Warnings: language, lil angsty

A/N: a bit long once again. i seem to have a thing with the number 10 and jim kirk. huh. hope it’s not too similar to the last one. forgive any typos, i didn’t read this over too carefully. enjoy and please let me know what you think! (P.S. @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse- this is the piece i told you about)

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.

There was a deep sting spreading over the skin of your inner thighs. It was as if you needed to be more aware of the angry red abrasions coloring you, as if your skin didn’t feel close to spontaneously igniting with each step you took.

Most days, you would have worn the scuffed skin with pride— you could never think there was anything to be ashamed of. But this was not one of those days. On this day, the sting served as a reminder of the shore leave you would’ve preferred to forget.

As you walked through the halls of the Enterprise, your lips clamped shut to prevent the sound of any unintended winces, you told yourself all you needed was one of Leonard’s magic balms and a good night’s sleep. You told yourself it was doctor’s orders— as if that pathetic addition to your inner monologue would result in a smile.

A few inches from the medbay entryway, you tugged on the hem of your unnecessarily bright blue uniform and took a deep breath. Normalcy, you repeated to yourself. Normalcy is all we’re after.

You inhaled the scent of antiseptic until it hit every corner of your lungs and pulled your PADD closer to your chest as you nodded in greeting to the nurses and even managed a smile when you spotted Leonard in his favorite exam room.

“Didn’t see you on the shuttle.”

You hummed as you approached his side, shrugging when he glanced in your direction. “Made it there late and had to sit with the command ensigns.”

“That explains all’a,” he motioned towards your face, “that.”

“Excuse me?” you asked with an incredulous laugh. You crossed your arms over your chest and watched as Leonard sifted through the newly restocked drawers. “What’s that mean?”

“Don’t usually look as angry as you do right now, sweetheart, that’s all.”

“Angry? I smiled at you!”

He nodded. “Looked menacing enough to have me damn near pissin’ my pants— looked like the homicidal offspring of that Khan bastard.”

“Kind,” you quipped, rolling your eyes as you looked down at the screen of your PADD. “I should go before my first appointment gets to Exam Room 1 and I’m nowhere to be found.”

“It’s Jim so I stocked your cabinet with sedatives,” Leonard winked as you slipped from the room with a weight pulling the corners of your lips downward.

You couldn’t blame him for mentioning Jim so casually. He knew you had a little crush on the man, knew the man had a little crush on you, but was blissfully unaware of what transpired as a result of these tiny crushes.

The thought had you smirking ruefully at the word itself: crush. You thought it was apt.

“You’re early,” you hated the sound of your voice as you spoke to his back. It sounded as if you’d ingested helium, as if your vocal cords shook beyond your control. But, rather than show Jim your annoyance at yourself, you offered him a smile as he faced you. A smile you hoped was not as menacing as the one you offered Leonard moments ago.

He smiled back at you. His face was bare, all of the two-week growth that painted your inner thighs gone. He’d even trimmed his hair, the soft blonde hair your fingers ruined each day of those two weeks looking brand new.

You thought he might have been eliminating traces of you. After all, the deal was two weeks— two weeks to finally tear through your lingering tension, two weeks to keep fraternization from interfering with your careers. And those two weeks ended the moment you woke up to an empty bed saturated with the scent of mint and citrus.

“No use putting off the inevitable, right?” he said, hopping onto the biobed with ease. “You have to draw my blood and I’d rather you did that when I’m running off the high of a launch.”

There was a soft pinch at the border of your throat as he spoke. Nonchalantly, composed, deprived of anything that was so imbued in his voice the last you spoke. His smile almost finished you off with its easy-breezy feel— you shook your head to yourself, though. Normalcy.

You just needed time.

“Scotty says Keenser actually picked up during shore leave.”

“Wow,” you mused, your voice soft so that any pitch issues could pass by unnoticed. “Didn’t know they made ‘em short enough.”

“You’re concerned about height?” Jim asked with a snort. He looked bright, he sounded bright. “The man’s skin is almost rock-solid, Doc! Who’s that comfortable for?”

I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.

It took three weeks for Jim to grow tired of the mask he wore. The weight of the thick façade corroded his resolve more and more each day. In the beginning, he’d assumed the opposite. He likened his assumption to the mere exposure effect— the more he saw himself with the mask, the more he withstood the weight of it: the more likely he was to develop a habit of it, if not a liking toward.

Sadly, that ended up being untrue. His exhaustion increased almost twofold everyday, his dislike toward himself increased with the same leap. It would increase even further upon encounters with you— in his mind, you were so unaffected, so… okay. Meanwhile he stroked the bare skin of his cheeks and wished he could regrow that beard you seemed to love so much, maybe still have a part of you with him.

The exhaustion didn’t arrive alone, though; it arrived with self-loathing. He used to pride himself most on his honesty, on his willingness to go against the grain to do what was right for him and for the greater good. But he was not allowed that comfort in this situation and the loss of his comfort resulted in the thick self-loathing he’d never felt before.

There were certain things he couldn’t control. He couldn’t control the way his body changed around you. His chest would ache— a stuttering beat producing a longing he didn’t think he’d be able to withstand. And his eyes would be unable to move from you— as if he wanted to drink you in while he still could. He even kept you from away missions as it meant he could look at you more, unscathed and unharmed— he didn’t know what he’d do if you were put in harm’s way.

Because it wasn’t a two-week-thing for him. It could never be a two-week-thing for him when it came to you.

“For fuck’s sake,” you groaned as your eyes snapped forward again as if the blue you caught sight of was lethal. You nearly stumbled into Uhura as you took a step forward in the commissary queue.

She looked over her shoulder so you could meet her gaze. Her coffee brown eyes were narrowed so her long eyelashes cast a shadow over her sharp cheekbones. “Is it Kirk again?”

“I can’t go anywhere on this goddamn ship without seeing him.” You busied yourself with pulling the skin beside your fingernails. “I know he’s the captain and it’s his ship but can he stop acting like he’s the captain and it’s his ship?”

Uhura snorted. “Yet you’re still friends with him, Doc.”

You scowled at the sound of his nickname for you. “It was just two weeks of sex. If I can’t go back to being friends after that, what does it say about me?”

After a moment, Uhura’s curiosity found Jim and she stared at him with her head tilted. “He’s still looking at you.”

“I don’t care,” you scoffed. You were getting better at the indifference routine.

“Really? Then why have you been complaining about his relentless gawking for the last couple of weeks?”

“I just think it’s sad he’s settled for looking at me when there’s, like, a million stars to look at out the window. Plus, it’s impolite to gawk and his mother has probably taught him better.”

I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.

You sat in Leonard’s desk chair sideways. Your legs were draped over one armrest while your back rested against the other. A glass of whiskey sat on top of your stomach, a smile of amusement over your lips as you balanced it somehow.

“I should be an acrobat.”

Jim snorted from the seat across the desk. There was a soft pink tint over the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His eyes were glassy but focused on you, almost too focused.

He had his obnoxiously heavy booted feet set atop the desk, crossed at the ankles as he held his glass of whiskey tightly between his two hands. “I’d like to see that.”

“You, of all people, Cap, should be supporting me in this endeavor. You can attest to how bendy I am.”

You saw his the electric blue of his irises flash. He hummed. “You’re still the clumsiest person I know.”

“You need to augment the pool of people you know, then,” you mumbled into your glass.

Jim had walked in on you breaking into Leonard’s liquor stash. He didn’t ask any questions upon noticing your reddened eyes and paled skin, he only fell into the seat across from you and told you to pull a glass out for him as well. He knew you needed to forget whatever caused your stuffed nose and forced you to hiccup every third word, and he would forget with you if that was what you needed.

He watched you knock back your sixth drink, his second still untouched. “You know, I can’t imagine my life without you in it. And I’m sure everyone can attest to that.”

When you snorted a laugh of disbelief, he felt as broken as you looked, your bottom lip between your teeth so it could stop shaking with unreleased sobs.

Something about what he said and something about the way he said it made your ribs shake as it hit the spot that hurt so much. “Is there some special reason you’re telling me that?”

He frowned and shrugged. “Just thought you should know.”

I hate you so much it makes me sick — it even makes me rhyme.

You groaned as you flushed the toilet filled with your stomach acid and putrid alcohol-scented upchuck. You rose from your aching knees and smeared enough toothpaste on your brush watch it ooze off the sides. It was the third time you’d gone through that routine in a span of just four hours and the sixth time you’d gone through it in the span of ten hours.

The air in your small shore leave quarters smelled stale— it carried an overpowering mixture of the alcohol leaving your pores, the mouthwash you so diligently swished, and the strawberry-like fruits you had completely forgotten about on your kitchenette counter. Your sheets were too rough— you thought the white fabric might exfoliate your skin for you unintentionally. Your mattress was too stiff— you snorted a laugh at the idea that it might have been made of limestone.

You let yourself be angry at all of that— at the scent your room carried, at the bedding that was nothing short of adequate, at the mattress that would’ve hugged you if you gave it a chance. It was certainly easier than accepting what you were truly angry about.

After all, you had no right to be jealous. Jim was yours for two weeks on a shore leave months ago. Who were you to burn at the sight of him with someone else? Who were you to feel your chest tighten, your throat pinch, and your eyes water?

So you refocused all of your negative energy. You suffocated whatever energy you could by drowning it in vodka and unleashed the remnants upon your sheets, upon your mattress, upon the strawberry-like fruits that understood the neglect you so deeply felt.

There was anger focused on yourself that you couldn’t control, though, no matter how hard you tried. Each time you looked in the mirror throughout the course of the day, you only saw how your body deceived you. You only saw the red rimming your eyes, the swelling of your features, the sadness so clearly coating your irises. You’d told yourself there was no reason to be upset, no reason to feel your heart break at such a trivial occurrence. It just seemed that you didn’t listen, that you were too far gone to listen, too angry to listen over the whoosh of blood pumping in your ears.

“I’m okay, Bones.”

He snorted from one of the four too-tall, too-straight, too-uncomfortable chairs encircling the sorry excuse for a dining table. His eyes seemed to notice all of your body’s deceit as well. “S’good thing you didn’t go into acting, sugar. You’re the most unconvincin’ —”

“Bones,” you interrupted, your voice soft. You tried to smile at him a little. “I only asked you to bring some food and maybe nausea medicine. You don’t need to play therapist. I’m fine, it’s just a small problem of mine.”

“‘Fine,’” he snorted. “You’ve looked miserable for a while, it just hasn’t come to head until now.”

He sighed and placed a large, warm hand over yours. His hazel eyes softened as he looked over you. “I’ll kill whoever it is, just name ‘em.”

You smiled easily, shaking your head. “What makes you think someone did this? I’m an independent person— I can make myself miserable without anyone’s assistance.”

I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.

“I got you something.”

You looked up from the table at which you sat, tilting your head at Jim as he slid a small paper bag under your nose. “Why?”

A frown of consideration was spread over his lips and he set his elbows atop the table. He drummed his fingers against the surface and raised his thick eyebrows, shrugging. “Figured you haven’t eaten.”

You glanced around the sparsely populated commissary— few red shirts were clustered together in the back right corner and the nurses you preferred to have by your side in the medbay were situated at the far left.

You had decided to take your break earlier— there was a higher likelihood of peaceful solitude after half a shift of performing physicals that way.

“Assumptions can be harmful, Jim.”

“Did I assume correctly?”

“Yes,” you admitted, desperately wishing the smile that pulled at your lips would quash itself. “But I’ve been feeling kind of sick lately and replicator food is hardly a good antidote—”

“It’s not replicator food.”

“So what, you’re just sneaking actual, fresh food on board now like contraband? S’not allowed.”

He flashed you a crooked smile, leaning forward so you could feel his breath caress your already warm cheeks. He watched as your eyes widened a little. “Next time you want to reprimand me for breaking the rules, Doc, try not to sound so aroused.”

You sat back in your seat, creating a wider distance between the two of you. “Cap, I’d like to see someone who doesn’t get aroused at the prospect of actual, real food on this starship— even if we’ve only been back for a day.”

You pulled a small basket of the same fruit you’d let rot on the kitchenette counter of your shore leave quarters, biting down on your lip. You looked at Jim and tilted your head. “How’d you know I like these?”

“I didn’t know,” he answered, taking one of the red berry-shaped fruits for himself. “I like them.”

The face he made as he took a bite indicated otherwise.

I hate it when you make me laugh — even worse when you make me cry.

You stepped between Jim’s legs, placing your hand against his right cheek. You tapped your finger against his skin three times and kept your eyes in the blue haze before you. You had to work hard to not crack a molar due to the strength with which you gritted your teeth.

You used your hand to turn his face and stare at the long gash that ran from below his temple to the middle of his cheek. There were several smaller cuts sprinkled over his face, disturbing the otherwise smooth surface. You had to suppress a loud and heavy sigh.

“You could be more gentle.”

You tried to focus on the beeping of the biobed monitor rather than the amusement in his voice. “You could be less of an idiot.”

“Now that’s not fair.”

“Yeah? Did someone ask you to go near volatile machinery while the ship passes through a magnetized nebular field?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at the cut as you rolled a cotton swab coated in povidone-iodine over its length. You watched as it slightly stained the surrounding skin to a deep rust color. “I would think when Scotty warns you not to and actually tells you he’s the only one authorized to handle it, you would play fair and command your ship from where you were meant to.”

He tried to turn to face you but you pushed back with more force. He clicked his tongue in reaction and you felt his jaw clench under your gloved fingertips. “I was trying to make sure there would still be a ship to command.”

“That’s what your chief engineering officer is meant for.”

“And are my physicians meant to lecture me?”

“Only when you’re being stupid,” you returned through your teeth, picking up the dermal regenerator from the biobed and firing it up once you held it to Jim’s cut.

You watched the red light work its magic, chewing the inside of your cheek in silence. Once you reached the halfway point of the scar, you let yourself glance at Jim— he looked a bit worn down, less bright than you were used to.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, almost inaudible over the regenerator’s whirring. You caught Jim’s eye as he peered at you. “I know you were only doing what you thought was right.”

He dropped his gaze, looking as far down as his held-steady head would let him. “No, you’re right. I tend to be headstrong sometimes.”

“‘Sometimes’?” you repeated with a soft smile, the chuckle leaving your lips almost foreign to you in its involuntary nature.

You sighed after a moment, switching the handheld machine off. “You have no idea how much it worries me to see you like this. Especially after I hear you’ve been interfering with engineering, you yellow shirt.”

You felt him smile.

“The last time you did that, I had watch Bones identify your body,” you added, shaking your head when you felt your throat pinch. “I am sorry if I come across a bit harsh, but it comes from a good place.”

You’d made a promise to yourself the night your jealousy led to an enormous intake of alcohol. You told yourself you wouldn’t be upset over Jim. You wouldn’t feel jealousy, sadness, anger over him as you had no right to. But, once again, it seemed that your body was betraying you as a few heavy tears fell onto your cheeks and burned the way down.

All you could do was grit your teeth and hope for it to pass.

I hate it when you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.

Jim was moving on! Or so he told himself.

He was doing all he could to get you out of his mind. After all, you were the only thing on it for how ever many torturous months he spent convincing himself friendship was enough. And after seeing how broken you were as you patched him up, how restless you became at his very presence for the following weeks, he knew there was no way he could be around you without holding you until the frustration left your limbs, without kissing you until the fear left your eyes. So he avoided you.

He spent less time heckling Leonard in the medbay as he ran the risk of bumping into you in the stark white room. He avoided the commissary at times he knew you would be there, he chose to spend evenings in his room rather than the senior officers’ lounge, he reiterated to himself that the observation deck was off-limits. He did all he could to get you off his mind.

The problem was, though, that he couldn’t.

When you noticed his absence at first, you were a bit relieved. No more staring, no more dirty boots trudging through your quarters, no more assumptions that turned out to be annoyingly true— your body couldn’t betray you if he wasn’t around. For those first few days, you subscribed to the “out of sight, out of mind” principle. Only it failed you by the end of that week.

You noticed his absence made you think of him more. You began to pay more attention to the voices you heard around you in the commissary, hoping to pick his out of the bunch. You spent more time in Leonard’s office, bothering him until you resigned back to your post. Your body betrayed you anyway and you did all you could to ease the tightness in your chest.

The problem was, though, that you couldn’t.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you—

You found yourself at Jim’s door. Your hand was raised and you leaned your knuckles against the metallic surface, setting your forehead there as well.

You groaned inwardly.

You raised your hand again, knuckles at the ready… before placing them against the door once more. Not a sound could be heard.

You shook your head this time. You took your hand from the door and shook it, taking a deep breath and counting to ten. Then you counted to twenty, then thirty, then forty.

With a loud sigh and a curse under your breath, you raised your hand and rapped your knuckles against the door with a force you didn’t know you were capable of. You regretted it immediately and considered racing down the hall to slide into the safe confines of the turbolift, but stood your ground.

When the door slid open, you didn’t give yourself enough time to watch his eyes widen or his mouth fall open. You looked over his shoulder and said, “I need to tell you something.”

He moved out of the way and silently motioned for you to enter.

You fell onto his couch. You crossed your legs at the knee, then at the ankle, and once again at the knee— you settled at the knee. You twisted your fingers together.

“Is everything okay?”

The breath you’d been holding left your lips in a single gust. You took your eyes, useless with the blur of unshed tears, from your fingers to Jim’s vague form. “No.”

You blinked hard, looking away only to look back at him as he knelt before you.

He took your hands in his much larger, much warmer ones and stared up at you as if every planet he was sent to explore resided in your irises, pupils dilated enough to consume you entirely. He watched a few more tears escape the corners of your eyes and felt them burn his cheeks as they rolled down your face.

He had to clear his throat before he spoke a soft, “What’s wrong?”

“I thought what we were doing was the right thing to do,” you told him in a voice that broke more times than you’d care to admit. “But the right thing shouldn’t feel like this.”

You took a shaky breath and wiped your cheeks clean. You almost leant into one of his hands as he took it from yours and cupped one side of your face, his thumb brushing your skin lightly. “I had you for two weeks. I thought I would get it out of my system, get you out of my system— but I couldn’t. All I could think about was how stupid those people are that claim it’s better to have a little than to have none.

“I would trade those two weeks just to have you as a friend again— and I know we still are now, but it’s not the same. I used to be more comfortable around you than anyone. Now I look at you and I’m scared that you’ll see how in love I am with you and you won’t feel the same.”

Jim sat up a bit, letting his hand move from the side of your face to rest against the back of your neck. Looking at you in a way that forced your heart into your stomach, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours softly. He let his nose bump yours. “You have absolutely nothing to be afraid of— trust me.”

— not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

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fem!reader x drew mcintyre

reader was just a regular American girl who has some royal family members in Scotland. Drew is the heir to the Scottish throne, and he needed to marry to become king. Drew and reader were married only days after they met, making reader a Scottish princess. both were against the wedding. now, the two want nothing to do with each other unless they have to attend a public event, until one night ...

word count: 3.6k

warnings: prince!drew, arguments, arranged marriage (ig that's what you can call it?), angst, a tiny bit of fluff

— this was originally gonna be one part but now it’s two bc that’s just the way the writing brought me. this was also gonna go in a completely different direction than it did but now this is it. enjoy —

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You're getting ready in your chambers. The maids are helping you get ready for the annual New Years Ball that the royal family of Scotland puts on every January 1st. Your long Y/H/C colored hair is being curled by one of the maids while another does your makeup. A third maid is making sure your dress and shoes are ready for you for when your hair and makeup are done.

Balls are not your thing. Actually, going out in public with your husband is not your thing. It's only a few times a week but you're not all about the fake smiles and hand-holding when you were never supposed to marry him anyway.

Being a princess was not on your list of things to be in life. You were an up and rising professional wrestler. Your great Aunt Blair asked you to come to Scotland to meet someone while you were wrestling on Ring of Honor. You had no idea that she meant that she actually volunteered you to marry the heir to the Scottish throne.

The maid doing your hair throws some little white flowers with a sparkly silver lining on the end of the petals. The maid doing your makeup has done a silver smokey eye look with some highlight, blush, and nude lipstick color.

Your nails were done earlier in the day. You got an acrylic French manicure. The nails are kind of long and oval-shaped.

"Princess," one of the maids says. "Yer dress is ready for ya when ya're."

You look at the ballgown hanging up in your large closet and sigh softly.

Once your hair and makeup are done, you get up. One of the maids grabs the dress. You take off the long, silky robe and the dress is pulled over your head. You're zipped up and the maids puff out the skirt.

The silver ball gown is very poofy with a small trail. The dress is strapless and very sparkly. The neck dips down a little bit. The top is tight and gets poofy at the waist. You put on silver heels to match the dress.

You put on silver earrings and a necklace, as well as your diamond engagement ring and silver wedding band.

There's a knock on your door as one of the maids put on a silver tiara since you are the princess of Scotland. Another one answers the door.

"Oh, yer highness," she says, bowing. "The princess is almost ready."

A male voice says, "Thank ya, Miss Arabel." Your husband, Drew, is at the door.

After some finishing touches, you're finally ready. You walk up to the door and look at Drew, who's dressed nicely in a black and white suit with a silver tie to match you. His hair in a neat ponytail on the back of his head. He's also wearing his wedding band.

"Ready?" he asks. You can hear the annoyance in his voice.

You nod and mumble, "Sure."

Drew hooks his arm with yours and the two of you head down to the ballroom.

You wait at the door with Drew's father and brother. The royal family is announced together. Drew's father, the King of Scotland, says, "Y/N, ya look stunning. Doesn't she, Drew?" He looks at his eldest son.

Drew just nods and says, "Sure, it's a little too much though."

Anger rises within you as Drew's dad signals for the door to be opened. The guard at the door opens the door and another guard yells, "Introducing the Royal Family of Scotland. The king, Andrew, Prince Drew, Princess Y/N, and Prince John."

Music plays and a fake smile forms on your lips as you follow Drew's father into the large ballroom. Most of the room is made of gold and a large chandelier hangs on the ceiling.

"The princess looks stunning."

"Look at the princess."

The comments make you blush and the fake smile turns real. Drew looks down at you without you knowing.

You and Drew mingle, talking with guests together. Drew steals occasional glances at you but you don't notice as you laugh with the guests.

Being an American, you're still learning about all the Scottish traditions. You've only been over here for a few months so everyday is a learning experience. The guests ask what you did for the holidays with Drew and his family since it's your first time in the country.

"Oh, we celebrated Christmas the way we do in America," you explain to the guests who asked. "Christmas Eve dinner, presents on Christmas morning, and Christmas dinner on Christmas Day. Drew and I also watched some Christmas movies that night. I've heard that Scotland's Christmas traditions are similar to America's."

You added the part about Drew to make it seem like you and your husband actually spent time together on Christmas. After dinner, you went off to your separate chambers and you watched Christmas movies over FaceTime with your friend who now works in NXT, Candice LeRae.

The guests are all very interested. Then the music changes and Drew asks, "M'lady, may I have this dance?"

You look up at Drew and say, "Uh, yeah. Sure." He takes your hand and you excuse yourself from the small group and walk to the dance floor with Drew.

He takes one of your hands in his and the other goes to your waist. You hold up your very poofy skirt so you don't trip.

The dance is slow at first, to make sure you don't trip. Once you're both in sync with each other and you're sure you won't trip, Drew speeds up the movements.

"Wow," Drew says. "My toes aren't bruised yet. Looks like those dance lessons 're paying off."

You stare up at Drew, who is standing tall above you at six foot five. "You're so funny, Drew," you say, rolling your eyes. "I almost peed from laughing so hard."

Drew says, "And there's the sarcasm I absolutely just love about ya."

"As if you love anything about me," you mumble to yourself.

The air turns tense and he says, "Ya could only wish that I'd love ya, or anything about this relationship."

Rolling your eyes, you say, "Maybe if you spent time with me, maybe you'd actually start liking things about this relationship. You only married me to become king when your father relinquishes the crown in a few months."

He looks around and says in a hush tone, "Believe it or not, Y/N, but I married ya for several reasons. Yes, I needed t'marry t'become king but I was excited to start a family. Then ya got here and were nothing like I expected. Yeah, I have an attitude with ya but that's because ya have one with me all the time."

Annoyance rises within you and you say, "I gave up my career to come here. I gave up my dreams of wrestling for WWE and winning titles for the company. I'm not happy I'm in this marriage, Drew. I married a stranger and you're still a stranger to me."

Guests start to look at you and Drew so he takes your hand and whisks you off to a more private area in one of the hallways. You trip over your gown as you follow closely behind Drew.

The door closes and now you're alone with Drew. He looks at you and says, "I'm sorry that ya gave up wrestling to come here and marry me, Y/N. I'm not that happy about it either but if I wanted t'succeed my father then I had'ta marry someone, and that someone is ya."

"You could've picked someone in the country, Drew," you say. "Seriously, you had to pick me."

Drew says, "Yer aunt spoke very highly of ya when she would visit my father. When my father told me I needed t'marry, my mind went t'ya. I didn't think about the repercussions ya would face when I told my father I wanted ya t'be my wife."

Sighing, you say, "Wrestling was taken away from me and I moved away to a country to marry a prince. It's been overwhelming for me and you are nowhere to be seen. I've been taking princess lessons for months and I'm still struggling. It doesn't help I'm alone, Drew, in a foreign country. I don't even have wrestling anymore because I 'can't risk getting hurt'. It's not a fairytale ending like in the books."

There's a silence between the two of you before Drew says, "It still can be"

You look at Drew and ask, "What does that mean?"

He meets your eyes and suddenly you feel butterflies. You've never felt butterflies in your stomach since meeting Drew.

"I just thought that maybe before the coronation that maybe we can go t'America and see a few wrestling shows," he says slowly. "I'm a big fan myself."

Everyday in Scotland is a learning experience. You didn't know that he was a wrestling fan.

You say, "I'd, uh, like that."

Drew slowly takes your hand and he says, "I also thought that maybe we can share a room together like a married couple should."

Confused, you say, "It was your idea to have the separate chambers since we 'didn't have to be married within the four walls of the castle'. At least that's what you told me."

He says, "Contrary to popular belief, I actually do like ya, Y/N. Why do ya think my mind went t'ya when asked if there was someone I wanted t'marry? The girls in this country are beautiful, don't get me wrong, but ya. There's just something about ya that peeks my interests."

You stare up at Drew and for a second before you say, "We've been married for months and this is all coming out now."

"We've never had this conversation until now," Drew says, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "By the way, ya do look stunning in that dress. Shows yer personality really well."

You get flustered and say, "You said it was too much."

Drew chuckles and says, "I'm just that good of a liar, I guess."

A little bit of annoyance creeps up and you say, "Stop lying to me, Drew. I'm confused and now I have a headache because of what you're saying to me."

He says, "I know, I'm sorry. I can walk ya to yer room if ya wanna go lay down and get rid of that ache."

You soften up a bit and say, "Yeah." That's all you say. That's all you feel like you can say.

So, Drew walks you to your chambers. You notice that you're still holding his hand when you arrive at the door of your room. He turns toward you and says, "Whenever ya would like t'go see those wrestling shows in America then let me know and we'll go, okay?"

You nod and look up at your husband. "Thank you, Drew," you say. "Offering to go see some wrestling shows in my home country sounds really nice."

Drew says, "It's been a while since I've been to America and I'd like t'see where my wife is from."

My wife. He said you were his wife. That was the first time behind closed doors that he's referred to you as his wife.

There's another silence between the two of you before you say, "I'm, um, going to head inside. Take some medicine and lay down."

"Can I stop by later t'make sure yer okay?" he asks slowly and cautiously.

You consider it for a moment before you say, "Yeah, sure. Just come in if you do because knocking may make my headache worse."

Drew nods and says, "Alright."

You look up at Drew and the air between the two of you thickens a bit. Your heart races in your chest as you wait for Drew to do something.

He pushes a loose curl behind your ear before he kisses your cheek lightly. Your heart almost jumps out of your chest when his lips touch your cheek. You look at him as he pulls away from you slowly.

"Goodnight, in case yer asleep when I come check on ya after the party," Drew says quietly.

You nod and say in almost a whisper, "Goodnight."

He shoots you a smile before walking off to the party again. You stand in the hallway for a second, playing with your engagement ring as you watch him walk off.

For the first time in this marriage, Drew's actions and words made you have butterflies in your stomach and made your heart race.

If you didn't know any better then you might be falling for your husband.

***

The moment between you and Drew has melted away by morning. You walked down to breakfast early the next morning and he doesn't even acknowledge your presence at the table.

"Y/N, are ya feeling okay?" Drew's dad asks. "Ya left with Drew and only Drew came back."

Nodding, you say, "Yeah. I just wasn't feeling well so I went to bed a little early. That's all."

Drew finally glances at you and his dad says, "Feeling better this morning, I hope?"

"Depends," you say, looking at Drew. "Is your eldest son going to keep ignoring me like he is right now?"

His dad looks at him and asks, "Is there something wrong?"

You say, "No, nothing's wrong." You get angry and stand up. "Excuse me but I think I'm going to go back to my chambers. I'm not feeling well again."

After you're done talking, you leave and go back to your room. You've just closed the door when there's a knock.

Reluctantly, you go and answer it. Drew stands in the doorway and you say, "Oh, great. It's you. Come to promise me something else then ignore me again?"

Drew says, "Look, I'm sorry. This whole thing is new to me, Y/N. I'm 35 and I haven't been in a serious relationship like this."

"We're not even in a relationship, Drew," you spit at him. "We're legally bind to each other for you to become king."

He says, "I'm trying here, Y/N!" His voice is rising. "I'm fucking trying. We met, were engaged then married within weeks. I'm trying t'be a good husband in public while also trying t'form a relationship with you behind closed doors. It's not easy. Especially because I do want a relationship with ya, Y/N."

You glare at him and say, "Ignoring me isn't trying, Drew."

He says, "I know, Y/N." He rubs his face. "God, I'm terrible at communicating how I feel and this is whole new territory for me."

Deciding to lighten the air, you say, "If you want to be king then you have to work on communication skills there, Drew."

Drew looks at you and says, "I'm gonna pretend that I didn't just hear ya say that."

You smile and say, "Come on, Drew. Lighten up a bit. Here, tell me the truth. How do you feel when you're around me?"

Your husband blinks at you and thinks for a second. He says, "I, uh, I feel nervous. Ya make me a little nervous, Y/N. My heart races when ya're around me, especially when we touch. Um, when ya walk into a room, I feel a knot in my stomach. I don't know what it's called-"

"Butterflies," you say, helping him out. "They're called butterflies in the stomach. It's what happens when we're around someone who we may or may not like."

Drew looks down at you and says, "Sounds like yer talking from experience."

You nod slightly and say, "I am."

He blinks at you and starts to say something before someone walks into the hallway and say, "I apologize for the interruption, your highnesses. Prince Drew, your father has requested your presence in his chambers. Immediately."

Drew nods and says, "One second." He turns toward you. "When I'm done with my father, I'll come back and we can keep talking. Okay?"

You nod and he smiles before walking off quickly.

That's when you notice when there are butterflies in your stomach again.

***

It's hours later and you're still waiting for Drew. You've asked your maids if they've seen him and they've all said that he's still with his father.

You're watching Freaky Friday on Disney Plus when the doors to your chambers open. A red-faced Drew walks in and you ask, "Woah, Fire Face. What's wrong?"

"My father is what's wrong," Drew says. He's pacing around the room and you pause the movie, getting up and walking to him.

You say, "Talk to me, Drew." He doesn't look at you. "Hey, dumbass. I'm your wife, remember? You're supposed to talk to me about this stuff."

Finally, Drew looks down at you. You're so much shorter than him. You're barely five foot four. You're eye level with his chest and you have to tilt your head up to look at Drew.

He says, "My father just told me that we're going on a two week tour of the country. He wants me t'know the country before I ascend the throne."

"What's the matter with that?" you ask, gently stroking Drew's arm to calm him down.

His eyes are on your hand on his arm as he says, "I wanted t'surprise ya with tickets home t'America for the two weeks that we'll be on tour."

Your eyes widen and you say, "We can go when we get back."

Drew says, "When we got t'America, yer friend was gonna meet us in Florida. I got ya cleared t'wrestle in one match in WWE against your friend. It was more than just going t'see some wrestling shows in America. When we got t' ya're hometown, I was gonna take ya t'yer favorite spot that ya told me about before and I was gonna ask if ya wanted t'try and be a real couple."

Your heart sinks into stomach when you see how upset Drew is about this. You say, "You had all that planned out for me? For us?"

He nods and says, "I wanted ya to feel less alone and I wanted ya t'have at least one more match before ya actually have t'give up wrestling."

You console Drew by hugging him. You close your eyes and you say, "I already feel less alone, Drew."

"What about yer one more match?" he asks.

Looking up at Drew, you say, "I've already come to terms with the fact I'll probably never wrestle again. It would have been amazing to be in a WWE ring but I don't need one more match."

His hands rest on your cheeks before he says, "I'll get ya in a WWE ring at some point, Y/N. Ya gave up yer career t'be here. It's the least I can do."

The idea of talking to Drew's father pops into your mind and you say, "I need to do something really quick. Can you excuse me?"

Drew nods and you let go of each other before you walk off to the king's chambers.

At the door, you knock. A "come in" is said from the other side so you open the large doors.

King Andrew sits at his desk and he looks up at you. "Ah, Y/N," he says, getting up. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Postpone the tour of Scotland," you bluntly say. "Please, sir."

His face hardens a bit as he says, "Drew must've told ya what was happening."

You nod and say, "He did, and he pulled a lot of strings to surprise me back home. Mr. King Sir, he gave me an opportunity to do the thing I love one more time before I give it up to join him by his side as queen of this beautiful country. He wants to take this trip to help us get closer so maybe we could be together behind closed doors as well. Let us take this trip and the day we get back, we can tour this country that I can proudly say I call my second home."

Andrew looks at you as you talk. He leans against his desk and crosses his arms across his chest, looking down at the floor when you're done talking.

You wait for a response.

It's almost an eternity before he says, "I can remember what it was like t'be in love with Drew's mother when we were younger. All the trips we took were always business, never for pleasure. Then she got sick and she died, and I regret that we never got to go on a trip just for pleasure. So, I will postpone the tour so ya and Drew can visit the States, but the day ya get back is the day the tour of Scotland begins."

You smile and say, "Yes, Mr. King Sir. May I go tell Drew the news?"

He nods and dismisses you.

As soon as you're out of the room, you take off back toward your chambers. Drew sits on the small love seat in your room and looks at you when you walk in.

"When do we leave to go to America?"

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prorevenge · 4 years

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Neighbours refused to be quiet, so I played the long game and made them move out

A few years ago I got hired at a job in a big city with expensive rent. I slept on my brother's couch for a few months while I struggled to find a place, but eventually found someone in an old building who wanted to get out of their rental agreement. The apartment was pretty close to work and in a nice area, so I took it, almost too good to be true...

It didn't take long for me to realize I made a big mistake. The building was old, and the walls were made of plaster. Any sound reverberated like crazy, I could hear people cough and sneeze like they were standing in my place. What's worse, I shared one of these thin walls with my neighbours, who were absolutely fucking insane. They just would not shut up. I would hear a man and woman argue constantly, often until 2 or 3 in the morning. And by arguing I mean literally screaming and shouting and throwing things against the wall. When they weren't arguing they were always just LOUD, shouting and whining at each other like little kids constantly. Pretty much the quintessential toxic, obnoxious couple. And the shit they would argue about was so stupid! I remember hearing an argument about who's turn it was to steal shampoo from the drug store. One time the boyfriend decided to yell "THE BIBLE SAYS WHAT THE BIBLE SAYS" over and over again for some reason. Almost every day it would be something different and uniquely annoying.

The first real incident happened when I was woken up by screaming and banging against my wall at 1am. I did what I usually did (blasted Kenny G through my speakers at the wall until they shut up), but this time it didn't work. The banging got louder so I stopped the music, but then it got worse and sounded like a fight. It was hard to describe, but it sounded like the woman was getting beaten up. At this point I was more concerned than mad so I called my superintendent, who told me to call the police (not the US). The police came, the neighbours told them everything was fine, the police left, it was quiet, I went back to bed.

Literally the next night I am woken up again at 1am by my neighbours having another argument. This time I heard a BOOM, then the woman say "oh my god" in an weird voice, and then banging and what sounds like someone being strangled. The noises were freaky and way more concerning than even last time so I called the police again. The police came, the neighbours told them everything was fine again, the police left again, and it was quiet again, but this time the police called me back and basically told me I was an idiot for wasting their time. They said there was no evidence of any fight and both neighbours denied anything even happened. Even the superintendent said that no one else on the floor complained and intimated that I was starting to become a nuisance. I decided from this point forward I was going to go full Spielberg with video evidence.

The noise was bad for the next 6 months, and I would get woken up at least once a week after midnight by yelling and screaming. I made a few written complaints, a few videos as evidence, and sent them to the property manager. There was enough to serve them an eviction notice and go to the landlord/tenant board, but somehow the property manager fucked up the date for the hearing and it never actually took place. Thankfully the noise stopped anyway (for now...), so I assumed the neighbours finally got the message and would be quiet from now on. I didn't fight for another hearing because the eviction notice gave the neighbours an opportunity to be quiet, which they sort of did.

As an aside, the video evidence I gathered during this time was BEAUTIFUL. I was pleasantly surprised that my phone was very good at picking up their voices. It got to the point where I would get excited when I was woken up in the middle of the night, because I would run out into the hallway and film their door and room number as the noise blasted out and echoed down the hall. I gathered some damning, unambiguous evidence, pure gold, and it was all timestamped at around midnight or 1am. But because the hearing got cancelled I didn't get to present my evidence (at least not yet...)

For a few months, everything was reasonably ok. They were still loud as fuck during the day. and there were a few times after 11pm on weeknights where I went to their door and asked them to keep it down, but other than that things were mostly better, and I was starting to be able to relax in my place for once. Yet again it was too good to be true...

One day around 2:30 in the afternoon I start hearing this weird, high-pitched screeching coming from my neighbours place. And it doesn't stop for hours. I'm sitting on my couch trying to figure out what it is. It sounds like a giant fucking tropical bird moved in next door.

Well it turns out, after all the shit we went through a year ago with the noise complaints and eviction notice, my neighbours decided it would be a good idea to get a dog.

And of course these obnoxious assholes couldn't just get a quiet, normal, well-behaved dog. They had to get a completely untrained, 4 month old, tiny, yappy Pomeranian that was INCAPABLE of being quiet. This thing would yap and screech and bark over and over and over EVERY DAY for HOURS.

While I'm still coming to terms with how miserable my life is about to become, I get a note under my door. On it, my neighbour writes that she just got the dog as an emotional support animal for her mental health, and asks the whole hallway to please try to tolerate the noise.

Fuck that shit. I'd already been living next to and listening to these neighbours scream at each other for over a year. They were confirmed fucking morons; two insane, toxic assholes in a mutually abusive relationship. I knew with CERTAINTY that they weren't capable of taking care of this dog properly and the noise situation would go to complete shit.

And regarding the mental health, I was going through my own troubles during this time (in part due to lack of sleep) and was seeing a therapist. The last year of complaints should have made it clear to anyone that noise was a problem for me, especially getting woken up at night. Of all the things this neighbour could have chosen to help their mental health, they chose the most obnoxious thing possible. They knew getting a loud dog was going to be a problem and they did it anyway. It was time for WAR.

I realized if I wanted this noise to stop, or to be even taken seriously, I needed a mountain of evidence against my neighbours. I researched the evictions process and everything that was required. I checked the forms my superintendent would have to send out for an eviction notice. I read threads on reddit about slumlords and neighbour disputes. It became clear to me the only way to win was to be religiously disciplined both in gathering evidence and refusing to retaliate (no more Kenny G). I became a noise-complaint monk, taking a vow of disciplined log taking, and relying on mantras like "shut the fuck up... shut the fuck up...."

Once I submitted my first written complaint, things got bad. My neighbours flipped out when they realized I was complaining again. I heard stuff like "OF ALL THE APARTMENTS IN --- WE HAVE TO LIVE NEXT TO THIS FUCKING GUY?!" for a few days. Then the loud arguments in the middle of the night started all over again. And one of the neighbours got into the new habit of SLAMMING their chest of drawers against my wall at 2am.

The barking also got much worse. The emotional-support-animal letter said that the barking would get better once the dog was trained, but from what I could hear my neighbours methods of training began and ended with screaming at the dog just like they screamed at each other each day. "NO! BAD DOG!", "BE QUIET!", "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" came through my wall in new and varied combinations every day. And every time an argument started between my neighbours the dog would always join in, even in the middle of the night. The constant level of noise was insane.

For over a year, l logged every instance of yelling, shouting, and barking coming from my neighbours apartment. It didn't matter if it was after 11pm or not at this point, I was trying to demonstrate how I can't get peace at any time of day. And when I say every instance, I mean I had minute-to-minute logs of every loud noise and every word I heard from my neighbours wall. If I was woken up in the middle of the night it went in the log. If I heard the dog bark from 12pm-1pm on February 2nd it went in the log. If I heard someone yell "YOU PEED ON THE FLOOR AGAIN, FUCK!" at the dog it went in the log. Honestly it sucked and made me almost lose my fucking mind, but by the time I was done I had pages and pages of notes

Obviously written logs wouldn't be enough. I already had a decently fat stack of video evidence to demonstrate the true character of my neighbours, but I needed current evidence if there was going to be another hearing. Fuck Spielberg, now I was Coppola in the heart of darkness. I got more videos of screaming and shouting coming out of their door. I got videos of banging and barking against my shared wall. I got videos of screaming, shouting, banging, and barking all at the same time, or in any combination. I had amassed a war-chest of video evidence to be deployed at the next available hearing, but I was getting war-weary

At this point I was like 6 or 8 months into the complaints process and I could barely take it anymore. I was getting woken up like 2 nights a week and would be a zombie at work (I complained about my neighbours at work often). I was finding it harder and harder to keep myself from blasting music, or banging on their wall, or kicking their fucking door down. But I managed to stay strong, and I followed the eviction process like it was my religion. I sent in a second written complaint, then a third which resulted in an eviction notice, which gave the neighbours an opportunity to be quiet. This time they didn't give a fuck, if anything they were louder than ever before. I was looking for other places to move into when I finally get good news from the property manager: there's a hearing date!

There was light at the end of the tunnel, but once the neighbours heard about the hearing date they did everything they could to fuck me up. There were no attempts to stop the barking anymore, it was constant. The screaming matches were back in full force, and when they started yelling and screaming the dog would go nuts! It was just an insane amount of noise.

And the drawers were ridiculous! Honestly I never expected the slamming drawers to be that bad but they easily eclipsed the barking and the shouting. They would SLAM and SLAM and SLAM the drawers over and over again against my wall. And because of the plaster it would BOOM BOOM BOOM and echo through my whole place. These assholes were definitely doing it on purpose.

3 days before the hearing date I go to bed at 9:45pm. At 10pm I'm still not asleep but I'm startled by BOOM BOOM of the drawers, I log it and go back to bed. At 11:30pm I wake up to BOOM BOOM BOOM again, and I'm pissed off. It takes me half an hour but I fall asleep again. Then at 12:45am BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM there it is again! I call my superintendent, tell her what's going on, the super calls them and tells them to stop. I fall back asleep. Then at 1:30am BOOM BOOM BOOM I wake up super fucking angry, it's obvious they're doing this on purpose to piss me off before the hearing and get a reaction out of me. I call the super again, and go back to sleep again. Then at 2:45am BOOM BOOM BOOM I can't take it anymore. I scream "DO IT AGAIN!!!! DO IT AGAIN!!!" I lost it, I couldn't help myself. My discipline broke. My superintendent calls me and tells me my neighbours just said I yelled a death threat through the wall (what the fuck?) and that they're calling the police (WHAT THE FUCK?). Everything just feels fucked now, I can't sleep so I just wait until morning. No police show up and I go to work. I realized I couldn't even stay at my place anymore until this hearing was over, so I went back to my brothers couch for the next 3 days.

Finally the big day arrives. I gather my evidence: Over a year of meticulously logged noise complaints, 6 instances of video evidence (I cherry picked the gold out of 20 good ones), the previous eviction notice the neighbours received, 4 written noise complaints (including the 2 from the previous eviction notice), a letter from my co-worker about poor work performance due to lack of sleep, and even a letter from my therapist about how my neighbours' excessive noise was affecting my mental health.

I got there and met the property manager and superintendent, who were there with the owner of the property management company and a slick looking lawyer. I handed the lawyer all my evidence. I gave him a usb stick with the videos. I even handed over my big bluetooth speaker to make sure the videos were loud enough to hear (laptop speakers suck).

I look over to my neighbours and they are wide-eyed. They look scared! Finally!

We all go into the landlord/tenant board room with everybody. The adjudicator first asks if anyone wants to mediate instead of going through with the hearing. My neighbour's hand immediately shoots up. I say in front of everybody "I don't want to mediate!" but apparently it's not up to me and the lawyer takes me aside.

The lawyer tells me if it goes to mediation, the neighbours and the property management create an agreement (e.g. no more noise at x o'clock), and if that agreement is broken once it results in an immediate eviction. He explains if we go in front of the board instead it's a 50/50 chance they either get evicted or get off completely. Obviously mediation is the better way to go, I know these idiots are already incapable of keeping quiet, so I agree with the lawyer. We go out to find the neighbours and they're nowhere to be found. Turns out they opted for the free legal counsel ( I wonder why) and won't be available until the afternoon.

While waiting I explain to the property manager, owner, and lawyer what happened a few days ago with the slamming drawers all night long. When I made my complaints before no one really took them seriously, but today everyone is very interested in everything I have to say.

The afternoon comes, and I'm excluded from the mediation meeting because it's between the neighbours, the lawyer, and the owner. I can't hear what they're saying but I can hear my neighbours yelling and shouting from inside the room so I know it's not going well for them.

Everyone leaves the room and the lawyer comes up to me. He tells me the mediation failed, the neighbours refuse to change their behaviour and won't accept any terms. The lawyer says they have to go in front of the adjudicator again but by now it's almost the end of the day.

I wait another hour or two and everyone comes out. I see my neighbours leave as the lawyer comes by again and explains. Apparently, after the mediation failed, the property management owner offered my neighbours 2 months rent FREE if they agreed to move out in 2 months. The neighbours agreed, but when they all went in front of the adjudicator the neighbours changed their minds and said no! And apparently a second offer was made, which they said yes to, and then no again, all in front of the adjudicator! They ended up running out of time and the adjudicator cut the hearing short and said it would have to be resolved in a second hearing. I was disappointed, but the lawyer assured me that because of how capricious and insane my neighbours behaved in during the hearing, they would almost certainly be evicted during a second hearing. I was dismayed that it wasn't over, but hopeful the end was coming soon. I also felt vindicated, it was finally clear to everyone that my neighbours were actually insane and I wasn't just making this up.

The next two months weren't as bad as before. I continued my long steady march of logs and videos. But the noise definitely let up, especially the drawers. One day near the end of the second month I started to hear insane barking, it would not stop. It went on for hours and hours and hours. I called the superintendent to complain when they told me it was probably because the neighbours were moving out today. YES! HAHAHA! FINALLY! Apparently she couldn't tell me earlier because of privacy reasons. As they were moving out I blasted 'Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye' on loop, put in some earplugs, and took a 2 hour bath.

My apartment is quiet now and I can finally sleep. It wasn't exactly the satisfying crushing blow I wanted but my discipline paid off and now I can live in peace.

(source) story by (/u/ZapoiBoi)

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isrustandstardust · 3 years

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1: Full name: Selena.

2: Zodiac sign: Scorpio.

3: 3 Fears: Abandonment. Not being good enough. Being lied to.

4: 3 things I love: Bones. Corpses. Books.

5: 4 turns on: Intelligence. Perversions. Sarcasm. Violence.

6: 4 turns off: Stupidity. Ignorance. Lack of hygiene. High pitched voices.

7: My best friend: Is the best bitch ever.

8: Sexual orientation: Bisex.

9: My best first date: A dinner and a walk by the lake.

10: How tall am I: 165 cm.

11: What do I miss: Woland, sometimes.

12: What time were I born: 3.45 a.m.

13: Favourite color: Teal.

14: Do I have a crush: Yup.

15: Favourite quote: So it goes.

16: Favourite place: Como.

17: Favourite food: Red meat, raw.

18: Do I use sarcasm: Way too much.

19: What am I listening to right now: I’m watching ‘my 600lb life’ on tv.

20: First thing I notice in new person: If he looks me in the eyes or not.

21: Shoe size: 38/39.

22: Eye color: Reddish brown.

23: Hair color: Chocolate.

24: Favourite style of clothing: Urban/edgy/grunge.

25: Ever done a prank call? When I was little.

26: What colour of underwear I'm wearing now? Black.

27: Meaning behind my URL: It’s a Nabokov’s quote.

28: Favourite movies: The Fountain, In the mood for love, Bin Jip, The pillow book, Only lovers left alive, Stoker.

29: Favourite song: Too hard to say.

30: Favourite band: Same. Maybe Tool.

31: How I feel right now: Relaxed.

32: Someone I love: My hubby.

33: My current relationship status: Happily married.

34: My relationship with my parents: No relationship with my mother, a distant one with my father.

35: Favourite holiday: Christmas.

36: Tattoos and piercing I have: 15 tattoos, no piercings atm.

37: Tattoos and piercing I want: I want to do some surfaces again and I want to ink both my arms. Full sleeves.

38: The reason I joined Tumblr: I wanted a safe space to write.

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? No, we just have no relationship whatsoever.

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? When my husband is on tour.

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Yup.

42: When did I last hold hands? A few hours ago.

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes.

44: Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? Nope, I don’t need it.

45: Where am I right now? On the couch.

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? My husband, my friends.

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Way too loud!

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? No. I live by myself since I was 18.

49: Am I excited for anything? In a few days I’ll begin renovating my home!

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Sure.

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? Daily.

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? Today.

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? That could be a problem.

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? No, I’m very careful when it comes to trust people.

55: What is something I disliked about today? My stomach aching like crazy.

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? I’d love to have a chat with Jodorowsky.

57: What do I think about most? Work, work, work.

58: What’s my strangest talent? I can fit my whole fist in my mouth.

59: Do I have any strange phobias? Deep water, strange fishes.

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, I’m a director, not an actress.

61: What was the last lie I told? I’m not hungry.

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Texting.

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I believe in aliens, I’m fairly sure that something similar to ghost actually exist.

64: Do I believe in magic? Kinda.

65: Do I believe in luck? Yup.

66: What's the weather like right now? Fucking cold.

67: What was the last book I've read? A criminology book.

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? A lot.

69: Do I have any nicknames? MissFortune, Sally.

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had? Never had one.

71: Do I spend money or save it? Save it. I know what it means to have nothing. At all. I don’t want to find myself in that situation ever again.

72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? Nope.

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Nope. I don’t like pink very much.

74: Favourite animal? Snakes, moths.

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Still working.

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? I know his name is Woland.

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Do you realize - the flaming lips.

78: How can you win my heart? Be kind, be honest.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? I don’t want a tombstone, I want to be cremated.

80: What is my favorite word? Weltschmerz.

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr. No idea tbh.

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Read a book, study something, stop being stupid.

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Nope.

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Mind control.

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? When was the last time you ate?

86: What is my current desktop picture? Mass Effect’s reapers attacking earth.

87: Had sex? Two days ago.

88: Bought condoms? A few years ago.

89: Gotten pregnant? Never.

90: Failed a class? Never.

91: Kissed a boy? A man. A few minutes ago.

92: Kissed a girl? Cannot recall.

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Yup.

94: Had job? Of course.

95: Left the house without my wallet? Maybe.

96: Bullied someone on the internet? Nope, been bullied tho.

97: Had sex in public? Yep.

98: Played on a sports team? Nope.

99: Smoked weed? Yes.

100: Did drugs? Three times.

101: Smoked cigarettes? Yup.

102: Drank alcohol? Of course.

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Nope, been vegan for a year but my health went to hell.

104: Been overweight? I was a little chubby when I was little.

105: Been underweight? Almost all my adult life.

106: Been to a wedding? Sure.

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Daily.

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yup. I love binge watching things.

109: Been outside my home country? Sure.

110: Gotten my heart broken? Once.

111: Been to a professional sports game? No.

112: Broken a bone? Never.

113: Cut myself? I self harmed for years. Been clean for the past four and a half.

114: Been to prom? No.

115: Been in airplane? Yup.

116: Fly by helicopter? No, but I’d love to.

117: What concerts have I been to? Slayeeeeeeer! This is the first that comes to mind.

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Of course.

119: Learned another language? Yup.

120: Wore make up? Daily.

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope.

122: Had oral sex? Sure.

123: Dyed my hair? The last time I went blonde for my wedding, almost three years ago.

124: Voted in a presidential election? I voted, here in Italy, for every election.

125: Rode in an ambulance? Sadly, yes.

126: Had a surgery? Nope.

127: Met someone famous? More or less.

128: Stalked someone on a social network? A few times.

129: Peed outside? Yup.

130: Been fishing? I actually enjoy it a lot.

131: Helped with charity? Not that I recall.

132: Been rejected by a crush? Not in a while.

133: Broken a mirror? Nope.

134: What do I want for birthday? Being spoiled.

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? One. Nero if he’s a boy, Alya if she’s a girl.

136: Was I named after anyone? After a book character.

137: Do I like my handwriting? It’s not bad.

138: What was my favourite toy as a child? I didn’t have one. Maybe my art supplies.

139: Favourite Tv Show? Atm: Supersized vs Superskinny.

140: Where do I want to live when older? Iceland.

141: Play any musical instrument? I’m learning to play drums.

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? Almost all my scars are from self harming.

143: Favourite pizza toping? Cheeeeeeeeeese!

144: Am I afraid of the dark? Nope. I feel at home in it.

145: Am I afraid of heights? A lot.

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Doing something bad, surely.

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Sometimes.

148: What I'm really bad at: Bowling.

149: What my greatest achievments are: I earn my own living since I was 18.

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: That I should never been born, I guess.

151: What I'd do if I won in a lottery: Sell my house and go live abroad.

152: What do I like about myself: My willpower.

153: My closest Tumblr friend: I don’t have one.

154: Something I fantasise about: My future.

155: Any question I’d like: I have no preferences, ask away.

#survey #about me #meet the artist

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mervinamoonishere · 4 years

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Courage

It's valentine's day at Hogwarts. And Rowan is very nervous.

In her hands, she holds what must be the most important piece of paper she has ever had to carry; except for maybe, her potions class notes that she almost forgot to review right before a test so she had to pick them up from class to her dorm and it was stressful and not relevant right now.

She's walking through the corridors with no real path, looking like quite the fool and feeling quite foolish whenever she'd peek through another corridor or an ajar door, or anywhere where a human could fit because truth be told she was looking for a human. A certain fair-haired girl with slanted gold eyes. Sorta hard to miss but Rowan's not a good thrower so she misses every damn time.

Mervina Moon is nowhere to be found. Rowan's been wandering the school like a lost puppy looking for her owner; which is a quite terrible metaphor, Mervina would never treat her like an animal but alas her mind isn't wired correctly today, no time to tire herself in trying to find 'perfect metaphors' for her current situations.

So, she's holding a card on valentine's day and she's searching for somebody. She's confessing feelings for somebody. The somebody is Mervina.

And Merlin's beard, she's nervous! So horribly nervous that the sound of shaking paper is slowly driving her mad but she can't will her hands to stop quivering.

Oh god, why did she think this was a good idea? Well, she's got no clue! Her brain hasn't been quite the same after Mervina's, well, sudden existence; she's lost sense, she's losing focus in class, she's always making tea now! She didn't do that before. She doesn't even like tea that much, it's Mervina that does.

In the middle of the dungeons' main corridor, she halts rather dramatically. She questions, 'Can you blame yourself, Rowan?'

It's sorta hard to not admire Mervina's calm nature, especially when Merula (quite childishly, might she add) confronted her all those years ago and all Merv did was alleviate the situation, to throw water into the fire to try to extinguish it. And right after, in potions class, oh how lost she was! She felt like she didn't understand much with Snape's glare-y attitude (and the whole bulbadox powder incident). All it took was a simple glance at Rowan and Mervina was already on her tail, discussing the techniques and answering all of Rowan's 27 questions - yes she counted - with a smile and patience.

She would always push Rowan behind her with an arm outstretched, protecting her from Merula, Peeves, literally any vaguely menacing magical creature, a falling student that one time (she did feel bad that her first instinct was to push Rowan away rather than helping the poor guy but Rowan just kind had a heart attack for completely platonic reasons).

And in year 3, when Rowan felt so left out and worthless compared to Mervina's new friends, everything fixed itself just as soon as it started because Mervina is ridiculously in tune with emotions, and if it weren't for Mervina's unshed tears, this wouldn't even be happening and not even friends they could be called.

Plus, how could Rowan forget all the stupid stuff Merv does. Mocking Snape right in his class, badly, even making Merula lose her composure. That one time Rowan had her wet hair all over her face, making her look, and she quotes 'Like a bloody Bloody Mary, Rowan! What the fuck, I almost peed myself- Stop laughing!'. That's her personal favorite, she's never forgetting that one.

Their everyday hugs. They're just... perfect. And warm.

Also that time they almost kissed in flying class. That was- yeah. She just lost balance when Merv came to her and they kinda sorta almost bumped heads and kissed. Yeah. That happened.

She's beet red by the time she's close to the courtyard, and she hugs her little card closer to her chest, her heart parkouring all over her ribcage like an emotionally traumatized teenager, with parental issues, that just needs a hobby to get away from their toxic domestic environments. Mervina has her version of rambling and Rowan always listens and she almost tripped on a ridiculously small rock, honestly, she should watch where she's going instead of talking to herself about Mervina and not talk to her about her.

Ah yes, eloquence.

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If it had been any other day of the year, she'd be the laugh of the school. Luckily it's valentine's day, so carrying around a bouquet doesn't look as outrageous as it should.

Mervina had thought long and hard about this. Rowan has always been easier to get close to, she's affectionate, caring, and just lovely. Merula is very different. She couldn't even begin to think about giving Merula anything on valentine's day. She settled on just being friendly and hoping she'd get the hint. She's still not sure if she did but she looked embarrassed enough, so. She must've gotten something.

Now, Rowan, she knew what to get. Flowers were always a favorite of Rowan, being a huge nerd of their meanings and such. It's perfect! She didn't even spend hours researching flower meanings and avoiding roses like the plague since Rowan doesn't like them, losing countless hours and money buying them only to then worry about them rotting when the day did come.

Was it worth it? Well, she doesn't know. The flowers are cute and all but if Rowan doesn't reciprocate her feelings then... what was she going to do?

It didn't help that everybody kept pairing up Merv with her two crushes. With Rowan is 'You guys are so cute!' and with Merula is 'Your chemistry is ridiculous!' and it would worsen whenever they'd hear them; Rowan got so embarrassed Merv feared she was uncomfortable, and Merula got so angry she feared there was no chemistry at all, just hate.

So, it poses the question: 'Does Rowan like her back, or are they just friends? Does she blush because she's flustered or incredibly embarrassed?'

For such a colorful bouquet, Merv did look like a storming cloud walking around the training grounds. She's never felt so lost, not in this sense anyway.

It's just- Rowan's so friendly, always so kind. She's a true friend, through and through. Right from the start, no matter what acclaimed weirdness she always talked about, Rowan's so easy to talk to and so eager. She's smart, stupid smart. Trouble with words? Ask Rowan, she sure will know something. Problem in charms class? Or maybe transfiguration? Well, guess what? Rowan Khanna exists! Thank goodness for that.

Her tie's always messy, no matter how many times she's taught Rowan how to do it. And when she's excited she flails her arms around, her robe sleeves flapping everywhere.

Oh and that time they almost kissed during flying class. Rowan never mentions it. Merv's too cowardly to do it either. It just sits there, like a big smug elephant in the room.

By the time she reaches the courtyard, it's sunset, which is stupidly romantic and as Mervina turns around to leave she spots familiar dark locks.

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By this time, they're in their fourth year. They're not adults in any way but they're not children either. Still, the moment they even get a glimpse of each other, they hide their presents behind their backs, a comical action, almost cartoonish. Both girls looked like startled stoats, eyes like saucers. Only the birds broke the silence, and the fountain of the courtyard gave a pleasant sound to the atmosphere.

A minute passes and they open their mouths.

"Alright, I have something for you-"

"Fancy seeing you here, because-"

Oops. Not expecting that. How awkward. "Rowan, you can-"

"Please go first-"

They trade sighs before Mervina wears the pants. "We'll both do it on three, 'kay?" With Rowan's nod (albeit she's shaking all over), Merv counts down.

three, two, one

There are sounds of shuffling, neither of the girls really knowing of what since both idiots have their eyes closed. They open their eyes and process what's in front of them. Rowan's little pink card; Mervina's vibrant bouquet. Amidst their stupidness, they flush and laugh their asses off until their bellies ache. Oh, how embarrassing. What was there to worry about? Nothing! All that fussing for nothing.

The gifts switch places. Rowan's card is rosy, with lots of scribbled hearts and scratched out words because Rowan's rambling extends to her writing too; and Mervina's flowers were an odd bunch, but beautiful, with peonies, gilliflowers, buttercups, gerbera daisies, carnations, and sunflowers, Rowan's favorite flower.

Warmth weights on their chests for a while, admiring their presents like rare jewels. (Ugh, lovesick fools.)

With some courage, Rowan stands on her tippy toes and plants a peck on Mervina's cheek. Which was unexpected, and all Merv can do is hide behind her little card, red as a tomato until she breaks out laughing, Rowan not too far behind.

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Just finished it. This has been sitting on my drafts for a wEEK. Welp enjoy it cause it’s cute

#hphm 2019 inktober prompts #courage #mervina moon #rowan khanna #mervina x rowan #rowan x mervina #my writing #prompts #im too slow to write shit but og well

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horansqueen · 5 years

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sugardaddy!niall: maybe u two have been together for awhile and he owns this company and you come to see him while he’s at work simply bc you missed him and he ends up fucking you on his desk

you request i shall write. lol seriously tho i got two asks about this so i had to write it haha! idk if its really “sugar daddy” like but its the request i got :) sooo here it is. i didnt proofread, im tired and shit. ill check that tomorrow. 2.8k SMUT.

It was the fourth evening in a row that Niall rain-checked on me. I knew he was busy and I normally didn't insist to spend time with him, but I felt a bit neglected and I couldn't lie. I left the food I had ordered for us on the counter without even taking the time to put it in the fridge, knowing i'd probably end up eating it every evening by myself.

I grabbed a sweater quickly, hitting redial on my cellphone for the second time tonight as I walked quickly to my car. The night was warm enough for late spring but I liked keeping the windows of my car open when I drive. I groaned when it immediately reached voicemail and sat in my car, dialing an other number. It rang twice, three times, and I cursed as I started the car, putting my seat belt on. I recognized the voice immediately and licked my lips.

"Hey Cindy, it's Y/N, could you please put me in communication with my husband?"

There was a moment of hesitation on the line and she cleared her throat.

"It's good to hear from you Mrs Horan, unfortunately Mr Horan asked not to be disturbed."

I grimaced and shut my eyes tight before inhaling deeply.

"I tried reaching his cellphone but he turned it off and it's very, very important, Cindy."

It was not a complete lie but it wasn’t the truth either. I missed him, and that was important, right? I asked him a million times to tell his secretary that I was an exception to that rule but most of the time, he forgot. I couldn't blame him, he had tons of things to think about, I just wished I was in his top five.

We got married a long time ago, almost right after high school, and it's only a few years later that he decided to start his company. It was not easy at first, and there were weeks we barely survived but suddenly, things started to get better and now, we had more money we'd ever need for this lifetime, and even the next one. I would give all of it to spend every evening with him, though, but that I would never tell him.

"I'm very sorry Mrs Horan, I can't." she apologized, making me grimace again. "But as soon as I see him, I will tell him you called."

I knew it was not polite but I just sighed and hung up on her. I was getting mad that I was not getting a special treatment that wives should always get and I threw my phone on the passenger's seat in frustration.

The ride to Niall's work was short and the cool but pleasant breeze brought me back a part of my good mood. I had no idea how i'd convince Cindy to let me get to his office and I thought about it during the whole elevator ride. When the doors opened with a 'ding', I got out of my thoughts and looked up. I walked right in front of me without stopping at her desk and when she noticed me, she quickly jumped off her seat and ran after me.

"Mrs Horan, Mrs Horan I'm very sorry but like I said."

I reached Niall's door and swung it open, leaving the three of us completely motionless. Cindy's eyes got as round as two quarters and her face expressed fear but while she almost peed her pants, my lips curled when I saw my husband.

He was sitting on his desk, his phone in hands, but he had stopped mid-sentence when the door opened. After a few seconds, his face seemed to illuminate and he smiled back at me, bringing the bottom of the phone near his lips again.

"I'm gonna have to call you back." he stated, followed by a few seconds of silence. "Thank you, I'll see you tomorrow."

He hung up the phone, still staring at me, and it made me smile even more.

"I'm sorry Mister Horan, I tried to stop her but-"

"Thank you, Cindy." he cut her, his eyes never leaving me. "You can close the door behind you."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, waiting for his secretary to do as she was told, and took a few steps closer, wrapping my arms quickly around his neck.

"I missed you too much."

"Did you?" he asked, sending me a smirk while his arms slithered around my waist, pulling me closer. "I sent you flowers though, and a note."

Once again, I chuckled.

"I got them. The house is filled with flowers. And empty of you." I argued. "When there's too many flowers, it means you haven't been home in a while."

I watched his nose raise in a grimace and slipped one of my hands in his hair. I knew he felt guilty, and that was not what I wanted. I just wanted him to spend time with me.

"I'm sorry, petal."

I shivered at the nickname and tilted my head, my eyes roaming on his face.

"Next time you come home don't be surprised if I hit you with a pan." I joked, shrugging. "I haven't seen you there in so long I may not recognize you at all."

He laughed and pulled me closer, his lips pressing softly against mine. My eyes fluttered close and I sighed low, feeling happiness fill my whole body. The fact that I was still so in love after so long was not even surprising to me. He was perfect. Well, when he was there.

"I miss you too, petal." he whispered, deepening the kiss as he pushed my body more against him.

I brought my hands to his cheeks, cupping his face, kissing him harder and deeper, letting out a short whimper. He swallowed it and groaned, his lips reaching my jaw and brushing down to my neck.

"We could have done this at home." I pointed out in a murmur, making him move away slightly to look in my eyes.

"But would it be as exciting?"

I laughed, shaking my head as I stared at him.

"What are you saying? Do you plan on fucking me here?"

His smile turned into a smirk and it made my heart jump in my chest. I was waiting for him to laugh and admit he was kidding but he just grabbed the bottom of my sweater and pulled it off, letting it fall next to his desk. I felt like I should have dressed better but he still studied me attentively, his eyes moving down on my shirt and jeans.

"Oh I do."

I licked my lips and waited a few seconds before bringing my hands to his tie, loosening it a bit. I bit my bottom lip and tilted my head as I started working on the buttons of his shirt.

"Do you know how hot you look wearing that?" I asked, my eyes following my fingers as it reached the last button. "You're always hot but the suit is just on an other level."

"Is it?" he wondered, making me nod. "Do you know what's my favorite outfit on you?"

I shook my head, bringing my eyes back up into his as I ran my hands on his chest gently, my fingertips brushing against his skin. I was starting to be turned on and I had to admit that doing this in his office was exciting. It was not what I came here for, but I would definitely not decline the proposition.

"I love when you wear absolutely nothing."

I felt my lips curl into a large smile and licked them slowly.

"That can be arranged." I laughed, making him grin again.

I took my shirt off as he worked on my jeans and when I stepped out of them, I stood almost naked in front of him. His hands reached for my waist and slid up to my breasts. He let out a low groan as his thumbs rubbed against my nipples and I tried to forget about the throbbing between my legs.

"I love when you don't wear a bra, petal."

My lips parted and I unbuttoned his pants quickly, dropping to my knees. His fingers brushed on my cheeks and I brought his pants and boxers down before looking up. I smiled at his tie clearly pointing me to his half-erected cock and I wrapped both my hands around it. Bringing my face closer, I started sucking on his head, my hands working on him slowly.

"Fuck, pet, don't be a tease."

I smiled, one of my hands moving to his balls as I took him deeper. I felt his cock swell on my tongue and moaned low, making him groan. He looked down at me, grabbing his tie and throwing it over his shoulder to see me better. His fingers slipped in my hair and he gripped it hard, holding my head in place as he thrust slightly in my mouth. I felt the tip of his dick reach the back of my throat and gagged a bit, making him smile. He pulled on my hair, making his cock slip out and my head move back, bending down to me and crushing his lips against mine.

"Get up."

I obeyed immediately and he pushed me against his desk, bending closer to me. His lips once again ended on my neck and he nibbled gently on my skin as he pushed the stuff on his desk. His papers and documents fell on the floor with a surprising noise and I held my breath, turning around to see a cup of cold coffee and his computer were the only things left close to me. He grabbed my waist and helped me sit on the warm wood of his desk, pulling on my panties a bit roughly. I squirmed to help him and he threw them away, instantly moving down to press his lips between my legs. Once again, I inhaled deeply and held my breath as he avidly ran his tongue on my pussy. I held myself on my elbows to take a look at him, bringing my feet on the desk, opening my legs even more to give him a better access. I tried hoping for no one to walk in without knocking but all I could focus on was how his lips wrapped perfectly around my clit. He sucked on it hard and one of my legs started shaking as I did my best to keep my moans low. His tongue slipped inside me and he groaned against me, bringing me even closer to an orgasm.

I gripped his hair hard and pulled on it. His eyes met mine as he sucked on my pussy again and I bit my bottom lip so hard I almost hurt myself.

"Please, Niall, fuck me."

My voice was low but pleasing and when he got up, I lied down on his desk, my messy hair spread around my head and grabbed his shirt, pulling him on top of me. I whimpered against his mouth when I felt his hard cock press on my pussy. His tip slipped inside me easily as I kissed him harder and deeper. He held himself over me, his forearms on each side of my face, and pushed himself slowly inside me while I wrapped my legs around him.

"Oh my god, Niall, I can't believe you're fucking me here." I whispered, making him chuckle against my mouth.

"Do you know how many times I thought about this?"

His words made me shiver and i closed my eyes as he pulled his head away slightly, moving his hips to go in and out of me extremely slowly. I whimpered every single time he was completely inside me and he finally bent down again to grab my upper lip between his, sucking on it gently.

"You feel so fucking amazing, petal." he murmured. "I'm so in love with you."

It didn't matter how many times he said that, and it didn't matter how many times we had sex, it always felt as special as the first time.

"I'm in love with you too." I breathed, grinning back when he sends me a fond smile.

He moved back up to stand, his hands fondling my thighs before he started fucking me harder. I felt myself jerk with each thrust and my heart jumped in my chest when I noticed his eyes roaming on my body.

"Do you know how much I love watching your tits move while I fuck you?" he admitted in a low tone, putting his hands on my knees and holding them, spreading my legs to go deeper. "It makes me want to cum inside you."

I nibbled on my bottom lip and brought both my hands to my breasts, grabbing them harder and moaning low.

"Fuck, you're perfect."

He took a step back and let go of my knees. I grimaced slightly when I felt his cock slip out of me completely and he helped me up, kissing me some more. His dick spread my own wetness on my lower stomach as he pulled me closer, pushing his body against mine and after a few minutes, he gently turned me around and pushed on my back. I bent down, my chest pressing on the desk and held my breath when I felt his hand hit one of my ass cheeks gently the first time and then much harder. With his free hand, he hit my other cheek with his cock a few times, the sound bringing the perfect image of it in my head. I wiggled a bit and he chuckled, gripping my ass with both hands and spreading it a bit, positioning his dick before pushing himself inside me again.

"Oh god," I moaned, feeling myself throb around him.

A knock at the door was heard and we both held out breaths and stopped moving. He bent down, his chest against my back as his hand pressed firmly on my mouth.

"I'm busy, come back later." he almost yelled after clearing his throat.

"But Mister Wilson is on the phone, and he says it's urgent."

"Tell him I'll call him back." he argued again.

"But he-"

"Cindy." he expressed harshly. "I'm busy."

We waited until the sound of her high heels disappeared and he let go of my mouth, making me lick my lips.

"She said it was urgent." I pointed out, a bit mad that I was unable to see his face.

However, I could feel him breathe, his chest moving against my back, and I knew his heart was beating as hard and as fast as mine.

"The real emergency here is to make my beautiful wife cum."

I chuckled, feeling his lips on my shoulder, and ground my ass against him. I closed my eyes, feeling his cock go deeper inside me and he groaned against my skin, his arm wrapping around me to reach between my legs. He started fucking me again, slowly and then quicker, while rubbing my clit in motion with his thrusts.

"Oh fuck, Niall, I'm gonna cum."

I shut my eyes tighter and pushed myself against him more, fucking myself harder on his dick, his fingers following my rhythm.

"Do it, I want to feel you cum around my cock."

I held my breath as I started shaking against him, my fingers trying to grip something and my nails scraping on the wood of his desk.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!"

I tried not to be too loud and he kept rubbing me and fucking me through my orgasm.

"I fucking love watching you cum."

When I stopped quivering and got down from my high, he let go of me to grip my waist and fuck me harder, trying to reach his peak too. It only took a few seconds and he took a step back, slipping out of me. I felt the tip of his cock brush over and over on my ass as he jerked himself until he came, spurting on me.

"Jesus Christ, you're so hot."

Unexpectedly, he pushed his still hard cock inside me again, fucking me and cumming inside me. He pulled out, breathing through his teeth while his hands ran on my back. We were both a panting mess and he finally bent over against my back again.

"Mm, I just came here to beg you to come home." I admitted in a low tone. "But I got more than I thought I'd get."

Niall laughed, trailing kisses on my shoulders, making goosebumps appear on my back, his lips pressing on my salty skin.

"You should have called." he whispered, his mouth brushing against me.

"I tried but your cellphone is off and your secretary said you didn't want to be disturbed."

"She should know you never ever bother me." he let out, his hands caressing gently my waist and down my thighs.

"You should tell her that."

"Trust me, I will." he promised. "As long as you visit more often."

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rue-me-nations · 6 years

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People are like windows, they show me landscapes and terrains that I could never have conjured up with my own imagination. When windows are shut, I just want to paint a picture of what I saw through them that moved me.

I will miss

Oliver who would go into a mood at times when he couldn’t play the way he’d hoped, when I could see that he was frustrated after having put in effort. When he was happy with his own progress you couldn’t stop him from playing. We shared so many hours with laughter, friendly bickering, working through music, learning together, and even tears, when he was disappointed and plagued with lack of motivation to continue. It was an obstacle I was happy to plough through with him each week.

Ophelia his sister, who was so excited to start learning piano like her brother had been doing. She was always eager to learn and had that enthusiastic energy when talking to me about the things she liked, which included playing the piano. She was the only one who touched me by saying that she wanted to be a piano teacher like me when she grows up. I will never forget the lessons when we had where we would sing Que Sera Sera together while she did her theory work.

Ethan who’s relatively new and was quiet but focused when he first started. He started to open up to me in such a way that he couldn’t stop asking me questions both relating to music and personal and in fact became rather distracted that I had to stop him and point him back to work. He’s such an intelligent boy and seemed to enjoy music.

Lecia who fell in love with playing instruments during her trial lesson. She faced difficulty when things got tougher and lacks motivation in practising. Even so, we found a pace that matched her comfortably and we found enjoyment in learning again.

Hsuen Kai who inspired me by writing that little song about pentominoes, only a few months into our sessions together, getting all the notations entirely wrong in the most adorable way. To him, playing the piano is another one of his many interests, like the books and toys he brings to lessons which I have to keep him from being distracted by.

Caroline who was always excited and happy to come for piano, and insisted on wearing pretty dresses when she did because the people in the videos she saw who played the piano were always dressed nicely. She was only with me for such a short time because her family moved to Vienna, where I’m sure she’ll find really good piano teachers. Her parents were so kind and genuinely cared about her education. I will hold closely to my heart the memory of her trying to invite me to her house to play with her one day.

Gwyneth and Zoe who both found it difficult to find interest in playing the piano, but who humbled me and reminded me how important it is to keep trying and changing pace to perhaps change their perspectives about learning.

Sarah and Trevor, my two teen students who also found no motivation in practising. The thought will always haunt me that perhaps I did not possess the right skills to make them more interested despite having the intention and I was mortified when they both gave up trying.

Benji, whose parents also put a lot of heart into making sure he learned well. He was I think the only four-year-old I know who managed to complete book one of Poco, and so quickly at that. He also left after a short time to go back to the US, and his father sent me such a sweet video of him performing at his first recital, and being the youngest performer too.

Leia who was so inquisitive about everything including how the piano was invented and why it was designed the way it was, who was more interested in having conversations with me than actually playing and practising that I had to constantly try to bring her focus back even though I enjoyed every minute of her sharing her life with me and telling me her intelligent thoughts.

River who lacked confidence and focus at the beginning but began to gain momentum when we tried different ways of communicating and found activities that worked for us. Her personality matched her name in that her consciousness flowed so easily and firmly the way she liked, which was beautiful but I had to steer her in the right path to be productive during lessons. She was always fun even though it meant I had to work on trying to get her focused. Her mother was also very much involved in her learning and saw value in having fun during lessons.

Natalie who was always mischievous and fun during lessons and loved playing tunes by ear. She clearly loves music although she threatened to stop learning because she wasn’t motivated to be disciplined in terms of practice. Despite that I know that she enjoyed our lessons together, the times we sang together and I tried to teach her to play the melody for her favourite pop songs, and when she would write “I love you teacher Ruth” almost weekly on every page of her piano book.

Joey who did not seem to be motivated when I first took over from her previous teacher, but eventually sort of gained momentum finding pieces that she truly enjoyed playing once she mastered them, and began learning at a much faster pace which gave me joy. She was always such a shy girl and seemed reserved in expressing her thoughts, a characteristic common to so many students I encountered at Tampines, perhaps because of their age and also the less privileged backgrounds from which they come, as compared to the ones at Tiong Bahru.

Zhao Kai who was always playful and rebellious by nature so sessions with him were interesting but sometimes also tiring. When he did focus he learned so quickly so it made up for the time he spent being distracted. The shock I felt when he peed in class was memorable, along with the thought of how funny it was because he only realised he needed to go to the toilet when it was too late, too busy having fun trying to distract me from our lesson.

Thea who sometimes frustrated me with her complacent attitude in learning. I constantly felt the need to stir her curiosity and inspire more independent thinking despite the fact that she did enjoy playing the piano – but only the things she was already good at playing. It was hard to make her pay attention to certain technical parts of the syllabus and I had to get creative.

Matthias the teenager who likes playing the piano but has trouble being musical – he would do alright with the notes but found it hard to be emotive or expressive in his playing. He was also extremely quiet and shy and said very little about his life.

Crystabelle who is such a darling. Her mother sent me a voice recording just recently of her saying hi and asking me to come back and teach her which broke my heart.

Kevin who is the most obedient and patient little boy ever, who practices weekly and makes such good progress although we only had half an hour per week. He never complained even when things got difficult, though he was also awfully quiet and difficult to get out of his shell.

WeiBo who is playful and has difficulty focusing. He finds it difficult to understand rhythms and I had to get creative with helping him to understand and drilling him note by note during lessons to make sure he makes real progress.

Nicholas who was the perfect student – he is lively and talkative and loves singing but stays focused and was genuinely interested in learning. He definitely loves music judging by the way he would continue to sing even while doing worksheets.

Avril who was such a ball of energy that it was hard to control her at the start. She demonstrated the ability to listen later on and slowly took pride in being obedient and accomplishing more each week. Her questions and the things she says were always completely adorable and I would gladly allow her to have all the fun she wanted if not for the fact that we had learning to do.

Giselle who was so intelligent but also rebellious at times, who cared so much about how nicely she drew her notes and would ask me which note I liked better, who took so much care in her colouring and tried to make everything colourful and pretty. She tended to be lazy with learning new songs but would relent with a bit of pushing.

Rachael for whom I was so worried when I took over from her previous teacher to prepare for her exam within a few months when she was so unprepared. The relief and joy I felt when she received a Merit was memorable although I disagreed strongly with her competitive and results-oriented values and her parents’ as well.

Aahil who showed great interest in music and was always excited when I told him about composers, something which no other student has demonstrated to me. I loved showing him music to inspire him. His parents also taught him the importance of practising every week, which he did diligently, sometimes upset and frustrated when he encountered difficulties. We always found joy in what he achieved despite that.

Also Anshika, GuoZhe, Vedant, Elyse and Evelle, Xavier, Hsiao Chen, Deborah, Tristan, Shima, Natalie and Noah Mah, Seerat and Ranbeir, Esther.

Last but not least Charis, bless her, who showed me vulnerability when she asked me about my leaving to study abroad. She was the only one who was eloquent and willing to show me she was sad that I was leaving, and asked me why I had to go. “Will I forget you?” she asked, contemplative and looking straight ahead. Notice she worries about her own memory of me fading instead of mine. I saw in her a reflection of myself – the way we all struggle to come to terms with parting and the idea that we will never see a person again, the contemplation of what memory is and what it means to us. It exists in childhood and I don’t believe we ever grow out of feeling that way, we just learn to allow it to happen to us. That moment of connection that we had was truly special and thinking about it now still makes me want to cry. Aside from that, Charis also has a great attitude for learning. She was always saying intelligent things and willing to put in effort. She also has a great way of making learning fun for herself – making words out of the note names and forming sentences with them. This made learning humorous and enjoyable, and I don’t want those memories to fade, either.

This picture is what she drew for me, just one of the little niceties I have been blessed with in the last two years being a teacher. I can’t say I did well as a teacher because there is so much that I could have done better, but it was a real privilege to have been able to witness growth in these people and to have been a part of it.

I am writing this as a final farewell for myself, this part of me that I am leaving behind to step into the future. Teaching wasn’t the only thing that made these two years good, but it sure gave me a real sense of purpose. There were also connections I made with people that I never imagined would happen. Unlike the last time when I left Singapore for Melbourne, I am not leaving with frustration or bitterness. I have memories here that are meaningful and beautiful which I can hold onto like an emblem for all the things I believe in. Amidst the melancholia that I tend towards being submerged in, I have this light that I can keep handy in my pocket.

And now, I can step forward with curiosity and an appetite for adventure.

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Savannah Grey.

For anyone who loves a birth story, this is for you. For any woman still trying to process her own, this is for you. For anyone who is a type A planner and likes to demand things from God, this is for you.

For a long time, I loved reading birth stories, and always knew that I’d write my own even before Savannah was born. After her birth, however, I didn’t want to write it anymore. I didn’t want to remember the details, I didn’t want to relive some of the memories. It’s been a long 13 months of trying to come to peace with the story-- having some progress, and then some setbacks. Ultimately, though, I am sharing. I’m sharing because it’s the story of my first baby coming into the world, and it’s the story of God’s plan for her birth. MY plans would have looked much, MUCH different. But reliving the experience has been a constant exercise in thankfulness and laying down of my pride.

Throughout my entire pregnancy, I thought about Savannah’s birth. I was so excited for literally every last part of it. I wanted my water to break, I wanted contractions, I wanted Nate to be by my side through it all because it would be an experience in our marriage that we would never forget. I wasn’t afraid of it, I was eager for it. I had a fairly loose plan for a natural birth- knowing that I had the option of an epidural, but mostly (again, excitedly) planning on letting my body do what it was made to do. At first, it did.

I went to bed on the 11th (4 days before her due date) and less than 3 hours later, around 1am, my water broke. It was the very typical “I think I peed myself” sort of thing, but I also knew it was more than that because contractions started immediately. We called the doctor and they had us come in right away. I remember being surprised and excited that they put us in a labor and delivery room right away, rather than taking us first to triage. I was checked by the midwife and only 3cm dilated. They gave me something mild to help me sleep, which didn’t work because I was running high on adrenaline.

By 8am, I was checked again and not progressing. My contractions were consistent and fairly strong earlier in the night, but were now slowly spacing out and becoming less effective. The doctor offered me pitocin, which I quickly declined and asked if I could try to get my body in more active labor on my own. I bounced on the exercise ball, I walked the halls a LOT, and contractions definitely picked up.

One of the things I loved about UPMC was that they offered nitrous oxide as a way of managing pain. I researched it a lot before going in and knew it would be my first request when the pain increased. For anyone who may be interested for their own birth experience, let me just say- It. Was. Awful. To use it effectively, you had to be taking the deepest breath at the peak of the contraction. This was too much for me to think about while the pain was rapidly increasing, so I pretty much failed at nailing the timing. Also, it made me want to vomit. Skip it.

The day somehow moved at a snail’s pace and within a moment. I was managing the contractions okay for the most part, but my midwife came in around 2pm to offer pitocin again, since I still wasn’t progressing quickly. Because my water had broken early in the morning, there was a time crunch to get the baby out to prevent infection and I was quickly approaching the deadline. I will pause here and say my midwife, Patty, was a gem. She was a great listener and knew that I wanted a natural birth, but was also aware of what would be in the best interest of me and the baby. She had to deal with my mini breakdown because I felt like a failure for needing any medical intervention (remember that time I said I held the idea of a natural birth loosely? I lied.). I knew that with pitocin would come hard, hard labor- unnaturally hard- and I conceded when they also offered me an epidural.

The epidural came in the early evening and I remember my body shaking so violently that I wasn’t sure they’d be able to give me one. As soon as I laid back down, it felt like a warm blanket was put on my lower half- it was amazing. Until maybe 3 minutes later when a contraction came and I felt it in one isolated area in my low back. I panicked and asked the nurse why I was still feeling it. She responded saying that I must have had a “window”- where the medicine fails to hit a certain area. She called the anesthesiologist in and he worked some sort of magic that made the pain go away. I tried to rest, but at this point I was getting nervous. Things were moving really slowly and I was anxious to get pushing.

I have basically no memory of what happened between about 6pm when Nate and I started a movie, and 10pm- when the midwife came in and said it was time to start pushing. I knew we weren’t fully in business, because no delivery tools were brought in and set up. The midwife said the baby had to be a little lower first, so I started pushing, which proved to be one of the hardest things I’d ever done. Remember the “window” from the epidural? Whatever magic the anesthesiologist did to make it go away, wore off. I felt every bit of the contractions in my back. Also, at this point, I’d been up for almost 24 hours, with barely any sleep even before labor began. I was exhausted, in pain, and making no progress.

By this point, things were getting rough. Savannah’s heart rate was dropping, so they stopped the pitocin. It returned to normal, however, as soon as they did that, my body was basically useless when it came to pushing because my contractions lost a lot of their strength. What was helping me, was hurting her. Two hours of pushing and pausing have gone by now. I took a short break and started again. At 4am, the midwife said we’d start the pitocin again, but if her heart rate dropped, we’d move immediately to a c-section. At this point, she wanted to give me another break to try and rest so that we’d get an effective set of pushes with the pitocin to help. I cried and prayed nonstop from 4am to 5am that God would get this baby out at our next attempt. I really did not prepare to feel as helpless and hopeless as I did in that moment of labor. Even as I’m typing this, I’m crying at that awful memory.

At 5am, the midwife returned and told me that we’d try pushing, but Savannah was stuck at the pubic bone, unable to get under it. If these pushes were ineffective, she could try to use the forceps to get Savannah out. I was so nervous, but knew that might be my only way out of a C-section. When my attempt at pushing failed for the last time, the midwife called the doctor- who said she wouldn’t even attempt the forceps based on how stuck the baby was. The midwife told me I’d be getting a c-section and I sobbed so hard I thought I was going to throw up. Every part of my perfect plan was falling apart and I was shocked, scared, and angry.

They had Nate wait outside the operating room while I got the spinal tap. I was sitting on the bed, arms and legs hanging over the side and holding onto one of the nurses as I continued to cry. I heard the anesthesiologist mention that something wasn’t working, so a different one came and attempted to give the shot. After what felt like ages of being poked and prodded, I heard one say “we’ll just need to put her under”, and they laid me back. I frantically asked the nurse “am I going to be asleep for the whole thing?? I’m going to miss it??” and she told me yes. They weren’t going to let Nate in before putting me to sleep, but I asked at the last second and cried to him and repeatedly said “I’m gonna miss it, I’m gonna miss it.” Most C-sections still result in the baby being pulled out head first, however, Savannah was so stuck that the doctor said she had to pull her out feet first- something she’d only done for the second time in her career.

The next thing I remember is waking up in so much pain in a recovery room. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I could hear Savannah’s little whimpers as Nate held her. Once I could finally open my eyes, I remember thinking how dang CUTE that baby was. The nurses helped me have skin to skin and I got to breastfeed her right away. A lot of that moment is somewhat darkened by how much pain I was in- something that makes me sad whenever I think too hard about it. But the reality is, she was (is) perfect. Nate was with me then and although we had a bunch of people around working to get me set up with pain management, I had my little family.

This story is not in the least how I would have planned it. Every single piece of it broke down at some point. But I am so thankful that God gave the medical staff the wisdom to know how to keep me and Savannah safe and healthy. The fact that some women leave the hospital without their babies is not lost on me. I know at the end of the day, I’m crying over ruined plans, not loss. I’m thankful for His ways of sharpening my faith and getting me to a place of surrendering my will to His. I’m still very afraid for our next and final birth. It’s extremely likely that I’ll need another C-section (although, I will most likely attempt a VBAC if the doctors think it’s possible). My prayers have shifted from “please let this happen this way” to “please let me have peace no matter the outcome.”

April is C-section awareness month. While I struggle with looking at my C-section as a dark cloud over my birth story, I know it is the means by which my Savannah was safely brought into the world. In the end, I’m thankful.

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trexrambling · 6 years

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Hi! I just saw that you're gonna write a series based on In Your Eyes and I almost peed my pants! I LOVE that movie! I've been mumbling to myself for YEARS that it would make a great idea for a fic and you're making my dreams come trueee!

As soon as I watched the movie, I knew I had to do something with the concept. And so I started writing and I haven’t been able to seem to stop :) I’m super excited for this series, so I’m really glad that you are, too!

Through Your Eyes

#love my lovelies #through your eyes #tye #new series #spn fanfic series #deanxreader #excited trex #jess replies #righteouslyindignant

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The Goddess

A/N:I’m super excited after seeing the new Thor trailer that I almost peed myself with excitement but then I had an idea 😏 a Sherlock/ marvel crossover…(I KNOW MORE IDEAS!!) and in the spirit of Thor (cause I love Thor) I’ve decided to write this. (I also have so much in common with Loki 😅😂 like the messy room trait…)

I hope you all enjoy (and be nice to this fic because this is my first marvel/ Sherlock crossover 😅)

This is also pretty long 😳 sorry! 😅

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You opened your eyes with a pained groan noticing you were facing a concrete floor.

“What on earth?!”

Someone shouting from behind you made you jump and turn to face them. It was a man in a sharp suit looking down at you almost horrified “Who are you?!” He asked.

You slowly stood up “I am Y/N of Asgard!” You announced in a booming voice “And who might you be..?” You adopted a wary stance, ready to attack.

The man raised a brow “My name is Mycroft Holmes and I’d like to know how you got inside my office!” He screamed at you. You widened your eyes and unsheathed your daggers, pressing them to his throat. Mycroft looked at them, highly unamused “Security!”

—

“Unhand me petty mortals! This is no way to treat royalty!” You screamed as you were dragged out of the office and into a secure van lined with metal. “Where are you taking me?!” You asked, full of anger. You got no reply and let out a sigh “All-father is going to kill me… ” You muttered.

Two police officers dragged you to an interrogation room. You could hear people muttering at what you were wearing, Asgard’s finest Royal attire to be exact.

They then began to take your daggers and other possessions “How dare you treat me like this! My father will have your heads!” You roared and the two looked at each other with a raised brow before leaving.

You let out a sigh and looked up to the ceiling “Heimdall if you can see me, allow me passage to Asgard,” you asked almost pleadingly.

“She’s talking to herself…” Donovan stared at you through the two way mirror.

“She’s actually talking to the ceiling,” Anderson corrected with folded arms. Greg let out a sigh and grabbed a file. “Good luck talking to her boss!” Anderson snorted.

Greg walked through to the interrogation room, your head snapped up as soon as he walked in “Eh hello…Y/N.”

“Who are you?” You asked in a demanding tone “Where am I?”

Greg sat down across from you and placed the folder on the table “I’m Greg Lestrade I’m a detective inspector at Scotland Yard. That’s where you are now, Scotland Yard in London.” You looked at him and slowly nodded “Now I have a few things to ask… firstly, what were you doing in Mycroft Holmes’s office?” You let out a sigh and placed your head in your hands “I…I don’t know! Last thing I knew is that I was standing on the Bifröst Bridge and then I blacked out. When I woke up I was here on Midgard.” Your words few over Greg’s head, it was as if you were speaking fluent Russian.

“Right…” He drawled out, unconvinced and leaned forward a little, it was as if he was being pulled in my the magical aurora that was radiating off of you “Well do you have anywhere you can stay if you can’t get back to…uh…Asgard or wherever..?”

You thought for a moment before a lightbulb went off in your head “Oh there is Lady Jane Foster! I’m sure she is still in London.”

“Okay,” Greg sighed out, exasperated by your gibberish words “I’ll do what I can to help you. I’ll make some calls.”

“I just want to go home…” You whispered and Greg’s heart ached a little at your fallen face “My brothers will be looking for me, not to mention my father too. He’s going to be incredibly mad with me.”

Greg walked over and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder “I’ll help you to get home, don’t worry.”

You glanced down at his hand and sweetly smiled “Thank you, Gregory Lestrade of Scotland Yard.” Greg raised a brow and softly chuckled.

“Greg is fine.”

You shrugged with a toothy grin “Okay then, Greg.”

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“She’s an oddball.”

“She needs to be put in a mental institution.”

Greg clenched his jaw hearing Donovan and Anderson’s remarks “Stop it the both of you!” He snapped and the two jumped “She’s lost and you two aren’t making things any better by saying stuff like that! Alright she’s a bit crazy but she’s vulnerable!”

Donovan and Anderson mutter out a ‘Sorry boss’ under their breaths before being disturbed by a brown haired woman. “Hello? I’m Jane Foster I was called and asked to come down here. Is everything okay? Is it Darcy? Oh god what has she done?” Jane rambled.

“Uh no, my name’s Greg we spoke on the phone,” he shook her hand.

“Uh yes! What’s happened?”

“Well…” Greg trailed off “I don’t really know how to explain this but we have a woman and she suggested you as a contact. Her name is Y/N-”

Jane went wide eyed and gasped, covering her mouth with her hands “Oh god!” She cut Greg off. “Where is she?!” Jane screamed.

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“Lady Jane!” You burst with glee and hugged her “It’s so good to see you, it has been far too long!”

Jane smiled and returned the hug “What are you doing here?” She asked a little dazed and surprised.

“I honestly have no idea…” You trailed off and glanced to the floor “I called for Heimdall but he cannot hear me. The longer I’m gone from Asgard the worse it will be when I get back. If I get back.”

“You will get back,” your head snapped up to Greg and you smiled at the DI “I’m sure of it.”

You walked over and placed a thankful kiss on his cheek “Thank you, Greg. Lady Jane this man deserves an award of some sort. What is the highest praise this land can bestow on him?” Your voice boomed.

Jane gave Greg a sideward glance and awkwardly laughed “Uh she isn’t from around here.”

“I can tell!” Greg lightly laughed before handing Jane a bag of your things “I can’t give you the daggers back since they are classed as a weapon.”

“What?!” You roared “Those are made from the finest Asgardian materials! Wielded just for my hands!” Jane grabbed onto your arm and began to drag you out.

“She’s kidding! She’s kidding! Thank you inspector!” She sent him a fake smile and hauled you to the car “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here!” She sat down and squealed “Where’s Thor? Where’s Loki?!”

“Well I’m assuming they are in Asgard. Just because they are my brothers doesn’t mean I know their every move…” You rolled your eyes and Jane began to drive “Never in all the nine worlds have I ever been treated with such disrespect! The morals here are much more pushy than I remember.”

Jane smirked “You sound like your twin…”

You looked at her with a raising brow “Loki and I are nothing alike, do not be so absurd m'lady.” A moment of silence drifted though the car before you spoke up again.

“I’m hungry.”

“You Asgardians are always hungry,” Jane grumbled “And always drinking…” You glanced over to her, she looked deep in thought, as if she had a question on the tip of her tongue and you were certain you knew what that question was.

“Thor is fine, he misses you.”

Jane looked over to you with wide eyes “H-He does?” You looked at her with an admiring smile.

“Yes, he wishes to visit but all-father does not allow it. Thor would never defy him, you understand that don’t you?” Jane nodded with a sad smile and pulled up to her flat. You walked up with her and changed back into your Royal attire. You let out a gasp as you fished through your things noticing something was missing “Lady Jane! My necklace from my mother is gone!”

Jane closed over her laptop “They might still have it at Scotland Yard I can-” just then the doorbell rang and Jane scurried to open it. “Greg! Can I help you?”

“I think Y/N left this?” He held up a golden necklace between of fingers. Jane moved aside to let him in.

“Gregory! You found it!” You smiled and took it off him “Thank you ever so much! Wait a second how to you know where Jane lives?” You asked glancing between them both.

“Oh I had to fill in some paperwork before I picked you up. I had to give them my address” she explained.

Your face scrunched with confusion “You give other people your personal information…?”

“I’ll explain it to you later,” she smiled “Thanks for-” Jane was cut off by a rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning. “Is that…” She trailed off and you nodded.

“Yes…it is,” you sighed and Greg stood on the spot, riddled with confusion.

“What’s happening?” He asked but before you could answer a flash of light lit up the whole room.

“Y/N!”

You looked up and felt your stomach flip with nerves “Hello Thor…” You felt like a toddler that was about to get into trouble “Hello Loki…”

“What do you think you’re playing at?!” Loki scolded “We were in every realm looking for you!”

“I’m sorry! I don’t know how I ended up here!”

“Stop shouting!” Thor shouted.

You looked at him, dumbfounded “You’re shouting!” You screamed back even louder.

“Now you’re shouting even louder than him!” Loki boomed.

“Enough!” Jane silenced you all. Greg was still completely baffled by the situation. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes seeing the three of you standing there looking like beings from another world.

“Lady Jane…” Thor trailed off dreamily with a smile, you and Loki both groaned in disgust.

That was until Loki saw Greg standing in the corner, grabbing his dagger and aiming it at the DI “No!” You screamed and stood in front of Greg, acting like a barrier “He helped me!”

Loki looked at you, cocking his head slightly before slowly putting away his dagger. He glared at Greg as he bowed his head gently “Thank you for coming to the aid of my sister. Both Thor and I thank you for keeping her safe on this horrific world.” You rolled your eyes at his salty tone.

“Th-this…this is all…real?” Greg’s stuttered out.

You sent him a sympathetic smile and placed a hand on his shoulder “I know this is probably a lot to take in,” Greg could feel the freezing touch of your hand through his clothes, it was like a block of ice. You noticed him scrutinising it and quickly pulled away “But I’m sure once I leave, Jane will explain.”

“You’re leaving?” Greg asked and walked towards you “Now?”

“Well she has to face my father,” Greg looked at your blonde haired sibling “He is not pleased Y/N.” Your head dropped to the ground in shame.

“It was lovely to meet you Gregory,” you smiled with tears lacing your eyes “Perhaps if I’m not banished from Earth I may visit again.”

“Don’t hold your breath…” Loki muttered.

You scowled at him “I’d rather you hold yours…” You stood in between your brothers, giving Greg one finial glance. He sent you a half smile, it faded slightly when he saw the intimidating glares your brothers were sending his way. With another flash of light the three of you disappeared.

Greg looked over to Jane “You’re going to have to tell me everything.”

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“Do you know how worried I was!” Odin booming voice ricocheted off the walls “Anything could have happened to you!”

“Father I-”

“Enough!” He cut you off and raised his hand “You will not return to Midgard on any sort of grounds. Do I make myself clear?”

“Father! I don’t think that is very fair!” You argued back “The people-”

“The people do not deserve you!” He angrily snapped back, his voice making everyone in the room jump “You may return to your quarters at once.” You let out a growl under your breath and stormed off like a five year old stuck in a tantrum.

You slammed the door over and tossed yourself on your bed, a knock on the door make you shut your eyes with exasperation “Go away!”

The door opened and shut again “You know fine well that I won’t…”

“What do you want Loki?” You asked sitting up on your bed, your room instantly getting colder.

“I want to emphasise the all-fathers point…” He trailed off and strode over to you “They do not deserve you Y/N! Those mortals never have! They take what you give them for granted!” He grabbed onto your upper arms and began to shake you “They destroy everything you give them!” He screamed.

“Why are you being like this?!” You shouted back and swatted his hands away.

“Because I was so scared that they were going to destroy you!” You and Loki went wide eyed at his confession. He let you go with I sigh “I see you create such beautiful things for them, you provided them with so much. Yet, they destroy what they give you. I’m glad all-father isn’t letting you return to Midgard.”

“You do not speak for me or my emotions Loki. Please just leave me alone,” you asked and lay down on your bed again, facing your back to him.

Loki softened his eyes at you “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you are safe.” You let out a huff of air when he closed the door over and lightly shut your eyes before they snapped open again hearing the door open and shut.

“Loki will you-oh,” you quickly stood up seeing your mother, Frigga “I’m sorry I thought it was Loki again.”

“That’s alright my dear,” she smiled and sat down with you on the side of the bed “How are you feeling?”

“Disappointed…” You softly spoke “Father isn’t being fair on me, it was a mistake! I don’t know how I ended up there! I didn’t-”

“It’s okay!” Frigga soothed and cut off your ramblings. She placed an arm around your shoulder “It’s okay…” She stroked your hair “I know you’re upset.”

“Both Loki and father said the Midgardian’s do not deserve me, nor do they deserve what I did and still do for them.”

Frigga let out a deep sigh and hugged you tightly “My love, you have the kindest heart in all the nine worlds. Only you can control it and if you think that they deserve you, then they deserve you. Only you can control your own heart and head.”

“Thank you mother,” you smiled and she clasped your hand around hers. Frigga took you to the balcony outside your room.

“Thor tells me there was a man with you when he found you…” She trailed off with the corners of her lips twitching upwards.

“Yes, his name is Greg. He helped me a great deal. He’s…” You paused to smile “He’s so different.”

“You sound rather fond of him…” She knowingly smirked and you felt your cheeks burn. It shocked you. You were a frost giant, you didn’t think you’d feel such a strong heat radiating off your face.

“I…I…well…” You awkwardly cleared your throat “I do to a certain extent.”

“Mhmm…I will leave you to change for dinner, love.”

You watched your mother leave and brought your hands to your cheeks, feeling the heat “Odin’s beard…” You uttered out and changed out of your gown only to put on another one.

—

“She’s a Goddess?” Greg asked mulling over Jane’s words.

“Yup! Of plants and vegetation…I know this sounds crazy. The first time I met Thor I thought he was insane.” Jane smiled to herself remembering her first encounter with the God of Thunder, accidentally running him down with her car. “Y/N gave us all the plants you see and all the food that comes from them. She did that…all of it.”

“Incredible…” Greg uttered out full of bewilderment “How can I see her again?”

Jane sadly smiled at him “You…can’t really see her. Not now she is in Asgard but if you look up, Y/N’s somewhere out there.”

Greg nodded and sent the scientist a half smile “Thanks Jane.”

“No problem, if you need anything else just ask.”

Greg left the flat and glanced up to the sky, shaking his head afterwards “This is the strangest day of my life.”

—

A few weeks later you were taking a leisurely stroll with Thor across the Bifröst Bridge that glowed with various colours under your feet “How do you stop thinking about Jane?” You asked out of the blue.

Thor looked at you, slightly surprised before replying to you “In all honestly I don’t. I’m usually always thinking of her, wondering what she is doing. Luckily I can ask Heimdall and he informs me. Why do you ask?”

You bit down on your bottom lip, hoping he wouldn’t ask that question. Since you returned to Asgard you couldn’t stop thinking about Greg, it was incredibly distracting. You’d wake up thinking about him and fall asleep picturing his face in your mind “No reason,” you lied “Just curious.”

“You think about that man back on Midgard don’t you?” Thor asked and your head fell slightly. Your brother wrapped an arm around your shoulders bringing you in for a hug and kissing your temple “Why don’t we ask Heimdall to find him and he can tell you how he’s doing?”

“I’d like that,” you smiled and approached the all-seeing and all-hearing guardian sentry. “Good day Heimdall! How are you today?”

“I am well my lady, I assume you wish to know of the man you were speaking of just now?” He asked and you blinked once and then twice “Remember…I hear all.”

You smiled, a little embarrassed “Yes, thank you Heimdall.”

You stood behind him with Thor and watched as he looked out to the stars. You grew concerned when his stance tightened slightly and he glanced back at you, full of worry “Lady Y/N I’m afraid it is not good…he is in danger.”

“W-what?” You breathed out and stumbled back, luckily Thor caught you before your legs completely gave way. “I have to go to him!” You told Thor.

“Y/N, you can’t- Y/N!” Thor called after you as you ran across the Bifröst Bridge.

You crashed into the throne room finding Odin, Frigga and Loki there with Sif and the Warriors three before Thor eventually joined.

“Father! I must return to Midgard! Now.” You told him in a demanding tone.

He let out an unamused laugh “How dare you demand requests from me! I told you that you will not return there!”

“Odin…” Frigga warned.

You clenched your jaw “Then I will defy you father,” you told him with darkening eyes “And I do not care what you do to me. You may strip me of my powers, you may exile me to earth but you will not stop me from helping Greg!”

“And how do you expect to save him on your own?!” Odin boomed.

“She won’t…”

You turned your head and furrowed a brow at Loki “I will go with her.”

“As will I…” Thor chimed in.

“We will go too.” Sif spoke on behalf of herself and the Warriors. You stood in front of your father with a proud smirk.

“You would all defy your King to help Y/N?” He asked. Silence fell over the throne room before Odin spoke up again “Then I commend you all.” He smiled at you “Go Y/N, I know I can never stop your heart. Help him.”

The seven of you transported to earth and landed in an abandoned warehouse. “This place is as shabby as Midgard itself…” You rolled your eyes at Loki’s sarcastic remark.

“Keep quiet!” Thor scolded and you all walked around the warehouse “Why would he be here Y/N?”

“I don’t know,” your voice trembled with worry. You heard a groan in the corner of the warehouse and the seven of you stood defensively, ready to battle but you dropped your weapon seeing it was Greg, stumbling over his feet and clutching his stomach. “Greg!” You screamed out and ran over to him as he fell “No, no, no…” You repeated and pressed your hands to his wound but pulled back when he yelped from your freezing hands.

“Your hands are too cold Y/N,” Loki held you back as you watched the blood, Greg’s blood, on them start to crystallise and freeze “Thor can compress his wound.”

“We have to take him back to Asgard!” You told your twin with tears flowing down your face “We have to heal him Loki! He’s bleeding! Please!”

Loki felt his stone cold heart start to crack at how distraught you were. You were, after all, his little sister (only by a few minutes) and he never wanted to see you hurt or upset “Thor can you carry him to the healing room when we return to Asgard?” He asked.

Thor nodded “I should be able to.”

—

“You need rest, my dear.”

You didn’t turn to face Odin when you heard his voice, instead you gripped onto Greg’s hand a little tighter “He will be confused when he wakes. I’m going to be here for him.”

Odin let out a small laugh under his breath “I remember when you were a little girl, sitting on my shoulders as we would walk through the palace.” He sat down next to you “You were nothing like your boisterous brothers!” He laughed and you smirked. Odin’s laugher died down in his throat “You are a much purer soul…” He trailed off.

You reached for Odin’s hand with your free one “You are wrong father. The mortals, they are deserving. I’ll admit, some are more grateful than others but I love what I do. I love sharing my powers and gifts with them.”

“I know,” he smiled and pressed a kiss against your forehead “I know.”

You felt a tightening around your hand and your attention focused back on Greg as he started to wake. You let out a breath that you had been holding for hours “Greg…” You softly whispered and you let go of his hand to rub his forehead “Greg, it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N?!” He sprung to life and you had to restrain him from sitting too quickly “How did I get here? Where is here?”

“We brought you back to Asgard to be healed you were bleeding pretty badly but you seem to be alright now.”

Greg smiled at you and reached for your hand again “You saved me.”

“You helped me…I had to return the favour.”

“I’ll leave you two alone!” You almost forgot Odin was still there. You nodded your head in thanks as he left.

“Who was that?” Greg asked.

“My father,” you smiled, brushing your fingertips over Greg’s hand.

Greg watched you contently “Jane told me about you, that you’re a goddess…”

“Yes. That’s correct. Watch this…” You trailed off and held out your hand and a flower formed from specks of light “The goddess of plants. It’s nothing special, nothing like-”

“No,” Greg cut you off “It’s…it’s incredible! It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen!” You giggled but your breath hitched when Greg said the words “You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen…”

Greg propped himself up on his elbows and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips “Trust me to fall for a goddess” he laughed.

A giggle bubbled in your throat “You should get some sleep.” Greg obeyed and drifted off to sleep holding your hand.

—

“I hope you’ll visit eart-sorry Midgard soon…” Greg walked along the Bifröst Bridge with you.

“You’re learning!” You smiled “I do too, I wish to see you again Greg.”

“I’d like that too and maybe you could show me a few gardening tips! I can’t grow anything. I have a window box with some flowers in it but they are all dead!” You shook your head with a smile at his gardening mishaps.

“Well I’m sure I could help you out,” you pressed a kiss to his soft lips “It’s perfectly safe to travel, don’t worry. You’ll end up in your apartment without another scratch on you.”

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N”

“I hope to see you soon too, Gregory.”

You watched him as he faded away into the stars, you stood there all day looking out to where earth would be. Heimdall notified you that Greg arrived home safely.

Loki soon stood by your side, watching your fingers pointed outwards, twitching “What are you doing?” He asked.

With a smile you replied “Making love blossom…”

Greg slowly walked over to his window box and watched as flowers appeared in front of his eyes. He looked up to the sky and sent you a smile.

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nearlyhuman · 7 years

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I didn’t even make this a read more you’re just gonna have to scroll or press j

2: Age? 24 3: 3 Fears? alienating people I want to like me, going to school when i should have not, not going to school when i should have 4: 3 things I love? Vegetables, girls who i don’t know but then they invade my personal space, taking long walks almost every night of the summer 5: 4 turns on? they’re personal 6: 4 turns off? baby talk, the word “daddy,” self-consciousness, physical pain 7: My best friend? my fam, J + K, my boyfriend 8:Sexual orientation? they say its a spectrum but so far i haven’t ever wanted to do a girl 9: My best first date? i don’t remember what my first official date with R was but definitely not the other guy so I guess the other other guy who is married now. or there was one that wasn’t a REAL date but it was KIND of a date but it really wasn’t but that one might win 10: How tall am I? huge 11: What do I miss? Knowing my place 12: What time was I born? @ night 13: Favourite color? going to be honest the truth is i never understand this question and it doesn’t really make sense to me and that’s why the answer always changes... green... gold... pink... black... idk 14: Do I have a crush? idk if i’m supposed to say yes but i’ve been w/ my bf for years now i think it’s something other than a crush by now 15: Favourite quote? I don’t have one over all but one I recently read that I love is this: “Malcolm X never lived to see the government fall but the state he opposed made him a stamp. And that's the best you can hope for if you never give up - your enemies will teach your corpse to dance.” Pat the Bunny. 16: Favourite place? lately it’s been the inner harbor at night 17: Favourite food? lately it’s been a tray of peaches we got at TJ’s 18: Do I use sarcasm? Only when I shouldn’t, like when i’m pissed off and being a baby about it 19: What am I listening to right now? R taking medicine lol 20: First thing I notice in a new person? it probably depends on the person, but i usually look at their face and try to figure out if they’re nice, mean, or bland, etc 24: Favourite style of clothing? to this day the only person i think i ever knew that i had strong feelings about how they dressed was when two brothers at the pizza place where i worked just wore the same 3 shirts over and over and over and the same pants and shoes every day. I also like other famous people who also wear the same thing every day. 25: Kiss someone that starts with the letter “R”? i have ONLY kissed people with the first initial R 27: Meaning behind my URL? I used to feel like I didn’t have the right feelings like a normal person, but then i went to therapy for a while and now i’m pretty fine with my feelings, but i still like my url and don’t feel like putting in the effort to find something i like better 29: Favourite song? i don’t have one atm but i guess one foot on the gas one foot in the grave has been #1 for a couple years, before that it was hypocrite cte 30: Favourite band? anything toh kay touches 31: How I feel right now? annoyed that i have to be in school 32: Someone I love? my old boss malick 33: My current relationship status? w/ R 34: My relationship with my parents? i’m not in a therapy session so i don’t have to answer 35: Favourite holiday? Valentine’s Day? 36: Tattoos and piercing i have? just ear lobes 37: Tattoos and piercing i want? I really don’t want any and I don’t want to say my tattoo ideas here anyway 38: The reason I joined Tumblr? I was trying to learn how to talk genuinely w/o any of my friends saying i was experiencing normal teen rebellion 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? yes 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? no 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? no 42: When did I last hold hands? a couple days ago i think 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 10 minutes if i’m trying 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? monday for class 45: Where am I right now? bedroom 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? deborah 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? both 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? no 49: Am I excited for anything? doing potluck movie nights 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? EVERYTHING? you can never tell someone EVERYTHING you think about them, so that always ruins it 51: How often do I wear a fake smile? I don’t work in customer service anymore 52: When was the last time I hugged someone? when i got to chemistry lab earlier today 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? i would be so confused lol 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? yes 55: What is something I disliked about today? all of the school 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? davey mac 57: What do I think about most? school, anarchism, acne, friendships 58: What’s my strangest talent? yesterday my kind-of mentor said i was his mentor 59: Do I have any strange phobias? no 60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? i definitely don’t want to be behind it but i only MIGHT want to be in front of it 61:What was the last lie I told? don’t remember 62:Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? phone, don’t have to worry about angles 63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? No ghosts, no opinion on aliens 64:Do I believe in magic? No and i find it really irritating when people do 65:Do I believe in luck? idk what that means, i guess not 66:What’s the weather like right now? i’m inside 67:What was the last book I’ve read? i’m in the middle of Walden and Conquest of Bread 68:Do I like the smell of gasoline? yesss 69:Do I have any nicknames? yes but very few people use them 70:What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? none 71:Do I spend money or save it? save 72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue? no 74:Favourite animal? James 75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM? watching TV 77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? when nirvana comes on the radio 78:How can you win my heart? talk to me often and about stuff i like, or have that Mysterious Something, or do vlogs 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? i’d be ashamed of myself if i had actually thought of an answer 80:What is my favorite word? probably either... Christmas... Valentine... Birthday 81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr? glumshoe 83:Do I have any relatives in jail? not that i know of 84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? my first instinct is to say persuasion but not like manipulating other people’s will just make me really persuasive. 86:What is my current desktop picture? i never changed it from the default 103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan? no, I kind of disagree w/ making those strict decisions, but i do try not to eat much meat and very very little red 109:Been outside my home country? yes, several countries in europe and once to guadeloupe 110:Gotten my heart broken? yeah haha twice when i was a kid 114:Been to prom? no 118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex? don’t think so, at least not the kind that makes you want physical contact w/ them 119:Learned another language? made good progress w/ french 123:Dyed my hair? blonde ends, green ends, pink ends, black ends, green all over, dark red all over 124:Voted in a presidential election? a big secret is that i voted for Mitt Romney when I was 18 haha 127:Met someone famous? Matt Shultz and Tomas Kalnoky 129:Peed outside? yes 130:Been fishing? yes 131:Helped with charity? i prefer working at non profit places than for profit 132:Been rejected by a crush? i never went after anyone to be rejected, but i’ve definitely wanted to be w/ people who didn’t want to be w/ me 134:What do I want for my birthday? everything 135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names? maybe 5 or something, give or take 2. Probably name the first ones Tomas and Tavi 139:Favourite Tv Show? shameless 140:Where do I want to live when older? maybe Frederick 141:Play any musical instrument? not anymore, took violin in highschool/middle school for a few years 142:One of my scars, how did I get it? i had a wart on my knee removed lol 143:Favourite pizza topping? pineapple or veggie pizza 144:Am I afraid of the dark? not in and of itself 145:Am I afraid of heights? moderately 147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? what kind of emo question is this 148:What I’m really bad at? anything someone with really long thin arms would be bad at 149:What my greatest achievements are? the stuff i’m most proud of would sound like i have a hero complex if i just wrote them here. writing a whole book. 150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me? they were going to kill me lol it didn’t happen though 151:What I’d do if I won in a lottery? if i answered i’d either sound like a goody two shoes or a doodoohead in a guy fawkes mask 152:What do I like about myself? I am very smart 153:My closest Tumblr friend? I don’t think i have any left! 154:Something I fantasise about? having a house outside a city w/ willow trees and magnolia trees and bamboo and a few weird looking dogs

#my life #long post

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thirstyfortom · 7 years

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Hey! I love your writing ^^ Can I please request RFA + Saeran finding a pregnancy test, and they think is MC's, but it's her friend's, MC was just helping her? What would they do? Thx thx

Hahahaha Ilove this! Let’s do it! ^^

RFA +Saeran reacting to finding a pregnancy test

Zen

Yourfriend needed to talk to you alone, your boyfriend was working, so you told herto come by the apartment you and him had been sharing for a couple of weeks now

Shewasn’t sure if she was pregnant, but her period was a couple of days late.

Youtold her she should buy one of those drugstore’s pregnancy test, she seemed soscared and worried, so you offered to go with her to buy one and she could takeit at your place

Shewas embarrassed and trembling, so you bought it. When you two left, she toldyou she saw a light, like a camera’s flash. You didn’t mind, she was probablyseeing things due to the stress

Thetwo stripes appeared on the stick, it was positive. Oh god… the poor girl wasdesperate! She was so young, it was just an one night stand, the guy probably didn’teven remember her, what would she gonna do now? Oh my god oh my god oh my god…

Youwanted to help, but you had no idea of what to say, and your phone buzzing somuch was getting to your nerves! You turned it off, whatever it could be, itwasn’t more important than comforting your friend right now.

Youdidn’t know what to do, so you made her some tea and hugged her, sayingcomforting words, at least that’s what Zen did to you whenever you’re feelingblue. She needed to calm down before thinking what she was going to do… and itwas working!

Justuntil Zen walked through the door like a bolt and grabbed you in a tightembrace. “I came as soon as I saw it! I called you, texted you, why didn’t youanswer me??? God… these people have norespect for privacy… are you okay, babe? Did you… did you… already take it?”You and your friend were completely confused.

“Babe,what are you talking about?” you asked. “The test, the one you bought it at thedrugstore…”

“Howdo you know that?” you and your friend asked at the same time. “How don’t youtwo know? It’s all over gossip sites!”

Youstill weren’t following it, so you turned your phone on. It turns out all thosenotifications were from the RFA messenger, where Seven started a conversationwith “Congrats, MC! You made the news!”

Andthen you saw it. The pictures of you getting out of the drugstore with aplastic bag. And inside the plastic bag, there was a very known brand ofpregnancy tests… oh shit!

Theheadlines… oh god… the headlines… all of them saying how Zen’s girlfriend wasspotted buying a pregnancy test, some of them pointing out that you weren’teven married.

Theheadlines, the RFA chat, your boyfriend looking at you so tense and excited atthe same time… your poor friend… and the fact that the paparazzi was able tosee through the plastic bag, jeez… these people have no life!

Itwas too much to handle, so you took a deep breath and hold Zen’s hand.

“Okay…Zen, you need to send a release to thepress saying it was all a misunderstanding…” “Wait, It was?” you sighed deeply“Yes, it was. Did I introduce you to my friend here?”

Andyou went on to explain everything to him, he got all the possible reactions:sad for your friend, angry at the media, a little happy because… yes, you twoweren’t married yet and you just moved in together and… a little disappointedthat you weren’t having his baby?

Hesent the release as you asked him, then he tried to comfort your friend, heeven said he would be glad to have a little chat with the guy she slept with ifhe didn’t take his responsibility on this. Your friend politely refused, butappreciated the gesture, he answered he would just do anything for MC’sfriends.

Bothyou and your friend were so touched right now… you and her figured out at thatmoment you found the man of your life (and your future babies’ dad)

Yoosung

Yourfriend dropped by before he came back from college, she wasn’t that scared, butshe didn’t want to do it alone

Itwas positive, she was already waiting for this, anyways… you asked if she was ok,she was a little worried because she was young and just started dating the guy…but she didn’t seem desperate

Still,you reassured she could call you anytime she wanted to, you said this over andover even when you were saying goodbye.

Whenshe left, you laid down on the couch. You were worried, especially because youcould relate to her… you and Yoosung were dating for less than a month… what ifit was you? How would you react? How would HE react?

Youthought about it so much that it got you tired, so you fell asleep on the couch

Butthe nap didn’t last long as soon as you found Yoosung sit next to you, he wasstaring at the wall. He scared the shit out of you, but he looked so shook thatyou had to play cool. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Twostripes means positive, right? I looked it up online.” He finally looked atyou, holding the stick. His eyes looked paralyzed.

Datinghim for a couple of weeks now, you noticed he tended to… overreact a littleover silly things. Last week, he freaked out about accidentally walking on youin the bathroom

“I’mso so sorry, MC! I disrespected your privacy, your personal space… God, I’m soclingy, right? I was just worried, I didn’t notice you were in the shower, andyou weren’t answering it… I thought you were kidnapped or something… Maybe akidnapper would respect your privacy better than me, right?” WUT

Backto this, you took a deep breath. “Yoosung… where did you find this?”

“It- It was on the sink…” his voice was breaking, was he about to cry? You mentalslapped yourself, you just had to thrown the stick on the garbage, but no… youhad to be all contemplative about your friend’s situation and doze off on thecouch, hadn’t you, you lazy bum?

“Yoosung,listen to me… I’m not pregnant.” “Of course you are, two stripes mean you’repregnant” Oh God, you’re pregnant! We’re pregnant! And I didn’t even graduateyet… oh, my mom is gonna kill me! And Zen is going to lecture me aboutprotection, and Seven… oh god, I don’t even want to think what he is going todo with me! I should run away before he finds out! Oh no… but then you’ll be asingle mom, MC! Oh god, I heard society can be terrible with single moms, Ifeel so bad for you…” Just throw it in the garbage, seriously, just that…

“Yoosung…I’m not gonna be a single mom, I’m gonna be no mom, matter of fact…” “Of courseyou will, MC! Look at the stripes!” “They’re not my stripes, Yoosung, they’re…my friend’s, you remember her?” and you explained him everything

Hemanaged to calm down, but had a mini breakdown when he figured out he washolding a stick your friend peed on… oh no, he wasn’t a pervert! Were youfeeling betrayed now? Yoosung, please chill

Atnight, when you two went to bed, he apologized for getting weird, you said itwas no big deal. “No, but you see, MC, it is a big deal. What if it wasactually your test? I could never react like that! I have to be strong and bethere for you, and… for our baby…”

“Andone day you’ll be the strongest man I’ve ever seen, but it takes time and lifeexperiences. We have so much time ahead of us, and we’re gonna go through somuch in life… we have to graduate, get a job, find a bigger place to live, getmarried…” you noticed his breath speeding up, oh no, not again... he couldn’freak out again, so you had to think quickly “But, until then… why don’t wejust have fun?” you got up on him “I mean, some nice… (you kissed him on theforehead) sweet… (then on his nose) loud… (and then on his neck, making him letout a low moan) and PROTECTED… fun?”

Heraised his head to catch your lips on a deep kiss, and well… let’s say it was avery fun night, after all

Jaehee

Whenyou two started dating, she was very concerned about how your family wouldreact about you dating a woman

Youtold her not to worry and explained howmuch your parents loved your brother and his partner

Shewas so excited to hear about that, she just enjoyed finding sweet things aboutyou and your family. Seeing her enthusiasm, you kept on talking about yourbrother and his husband

Youtold her that they were living together for almost five years, and they wereconsidering having a kid, they were already looking for egg donors, matter offact. You said, on a playful tone (which she probably didn’t notice), that theywere considering you to carry the baby

Soit was no big shock to her when she found the pregnancy test thrown next to thegarbage a few weeks later. The fact that it was positive didn’t bewildered heras well

Shewas just confused about why you didn’t tell her you got the procedure? Youwanted to keep a secret? Or… you didn’t consider her important enough in yourlife to let her know? No no… you would never do that! Would you?

Whateverit was, she wanted to respect this thing that was obviously between family, soshe pretended she never found that test.

Butit was hard to stay still when you were working at the cafe. Shouldn’t you sita little? It wasn’t good being standing for this long, right? And how come youwere never sick? Were you a super pregnant?

Andthen she lost it when you tried to lift a heavy box in the stock room. “MC,what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’mjust taking this to the back, it’s getting on the way.” “Why didn’t you ask meto take it, MC? You can’t do things like that!”

“S-Sorry,Jaehee. I thought I could handle by myself, but I’ll let you know next tim-““Next time? What next time? Are you out of your mind? No! Oh, why didn’t I dothis before? You need to take a leave of absence right now!”

“Wow,is that an euphemism for firing me?” “Firing you? No, MC! Never! I would neverfire a pregnant lady, I would never fire… you…”

Andyou were like: “Say what now?”. She sighed heavily: “I’m sorry, MC! I found thepregnancy test the other day, I know you’re doing it for your brother, so Ididn’t want to say anything, because it’s a family thing, and I felt Ishouldn’t butt in. But you have to be careful and can’t strain yourself likethat, it’s not just about you anymore, it’s about the human being growinginside of you.” What are you saying, woman?

Andthen you remembered the day your friend dropped by after taking the test, shecould really use a friend back then… well, she also could have used the trashcan appropriately and actually checking if it was actually thrown inside of it.

Youchuckled and told her the whole story, she was so embarrassed when youfinished, and it was so cute…

Butyou needed to scold her a little: “And hey, you dork! Did you really think Iwould do something so important like this without discussing it with youfirst?” “It’s a family’s subject, I-“ “And you’re a big part of my family, soyou’ll be the first one to know, ok?”

Hereyes widened: “I’m… your family?” “W- Well, sure! I didn’t introduce you to myparent s yet, but that can be easily arranged.”

“Andyour brother…?” “Forget him, I’m not talking with him since he declined myoffer to carry the baby. He said I’m too clumsy! Can you believe this?” Yeah…she could

Jumin

Hedidn’t like Elizabeth was playing with trash in the bathroom, but he wascurious about what she was trying so much to take from behind the trash can

Sohe saw it and… well, he didn’t know what it was. So he send a blurried photo toAssistant Kang because he doesn’t know boundaries.

Jaeheesaid that, from what she could see through all the blur, it was a pregnancytest, and a positive one judging from the thick blue lines on the top, shedidn’t even ask anything, because… well, she knew boundaries.

Ittook him a while to put 2 and 2 together, and when he did… oh boy, he wentlooking for you.

Andhe found you near the balcony, but he could hear you talking. Oh… you were onthe phone.

Hedidn’t want to disturb you, but he couldn’t help listening to yourconversation.

“Well,sleeping with him was a mistake from the beginning! He’s a such a selfishlittle prick! Ugh… Oh, come on, we both know he’s not going to propose…” youturned and saw Jumin staring at you. “I’ll call you back later, ok? Hey honey!How was your day?”

“Nothingmuch, apparently I got my girlfriend pregnant, but she hates me…” “You’ve beenwatching that weird soap opera again, Jumin?” you scoffed, and he seemedirritated

“What?How can you make fun of me in such a situation, MC? Is it because… I’m a prick,whatever that means?”

“Jumin…you’re not making any sense now, honey. Why don’t we start from the top?” yourcollected and sweet tone took him aback.

“Elizabeththe 3rd found the pregnancy test, MC. I didn’t mean to listen toyour conversations, but… I heard you on the phone, and… I’m just wondering, doyou really regret making love to me? Do you really consider me… a selfishprick? I know I do a lot of things my way, MC, but you can always tell me ifI’m being forceful, and… if you’re worried because we’re not married yet, thatcan be easily solved! I… don’t have a ring right now, but I can…” and he wentdown on one of his knees

“Whoa,Jumin! What are you doing?” “I’m proposing, as you desired…” “WHOA, ok… um, getup! This is just… this is a big misunderstanding, this is… “ You wanted tolaugh so bad, but you knew he ‘d be offended

Youtold him everything, about your friend who dropped by because she was afraid todo it alone, and about you calling another friend to tell her it was true andtrash talk the guy, who’s an asshole. “He’s totally… not like you…”

Well,he was relieved, not about you not being pregnant, but about you consideringhim a good man, after all.

“But,I must confess, MC, I wouldn’t mind if you were actually pregnant, I would be…very happy…”

“Yeah,I thought you would say something like this. But honey, I’m too young and Ijust moved in. There’s so much we should do as a couple before thinking aboutkids, don’t you think?

“Ohreally? Like what?” he teased you with a smirk

“Well,I’ll let you surprise me on that. But let’s just say for now I should be theonly one calling you ‘daddy’ around this house, how’s that sound?” that soundedgreat.

Saeyoung

Hecame to visit you at your place, but you already had a guest? Oh, it was one ofyour friends, he remembered her

Hesaw you two hugging, both yours and her expression seemed gloomy, the wholeatmosphere was a little heavy. Who died?

Youtwo saw him, she just said a quick goodbye and got out, her head was low thewhole time. “Is everything ok, MC?”

“Yes,yes, it is… so, what’s up?” you tried to not let him see you worried like that,but he could always tell when something was off with you.

Generally,you would tell him what was going on, but now you didn’t want to, so he wouldrespect that. The best he could do now was try to make you smile and distractyou a little.

Youneeded to ask him something, but you didn’t know how, so you kept hesitating.He noticed and just hugged you, you would talk when you were ready.

Youcuddled on the couch and watched a movie, the blanket he brought was furry andyou felt your nose itching. He apologized for not knowing you were allergic, hefelt so stupid. You told him not to worry, you were dating for two weeks, therewere a lot of things you didn’t know about each other, but you would learneventually.

Youstarted sneezing and told him to get your medicine at the bathroom, but thenyou remembered. You jumped out of the couch, but it was too late. You saw yourboyfriend standing next to the sink holding the test and the box with theinstructions.

“Twostripes mean positive, right?” he asked. “Saeyoung, before you say anything, Ishould…”

Hefelt happy at first, starting a family with you, even if was so soon, seemedlike a dream coming true. But then he remembered yours and your friend’sexpression, you two looked so tense, so…sad…

“Youcalled your friend for emotional support, right? You were too scared to do italone. Why didn’t you call me? Why… why you didn’t want me to find out, MC? Whywere you hesitating to tell me?” oh, you knew what was going on, you saw whathappens when his insecurities got the best of him “You’re afraid, right? AfraidI’ll push you away again, that one day I’ll run away and let you. MC, I… I knowI don’t deserve you, and I’m immature and complicated, but I’ll-“ youinterrupted him putting your lips against his and kissing him, it was a fastyet very intense kiss

“Nowyou listen, that test is my friend’s that was here. She’s pregnant, and herboyfriend has been missing for a couple of weeks. He doesn’t seem the type tojust let a girl without explanation and they really love each other, just likeyou and me, so we suspect something bad happened to him. I wanted to ask you totry tracing him, but you said you were done hacking and I didn’t want to makeyou do something that brought you so much suffering and trouble again. There, Isaid it” and you let out a deep sight, he was string at you and gulped, hedidn’t know what to say, so he also took a deep breath in relief and to try tocompose himself.

“MC.I’m… I’m sorry for acting that way, and… you can ask me anything anytime youneed my help. I’m done hacking to collect bad information, to blackmail people.But I would be more than happy to use my skills to help you and your friend. Imean, this is… so much more than I deserve, I’m so…stupid and…” “You shut upright now, you’re not allowed to talk about my boyfriend and future father ofmy children like this. If you ever do that again, I’ll kick you in the balls,you heard me?”

“Butthen… we won’t be able to have kids…” he pouted, and you both laughed.“Alright, now let’s get to work!” he said as putting an arm around yourshoulder and leading you to the living room.

Saeran

Henoticed you were spacing out a little when he got home and asked if you wereok, you said everything was fine and he went to the bedroom. “What about you?How was your day? You asked, trying to distract yourself.

“Meh,nothing much. You went to shopping?” He asked as he noticed the paper bags nextto the door. “Yeah, my friend and I really needed a shopping therapy thisafternoon and… oh! I actually have something to ask you, could you access mycredit card report and check something for me? I think they charged the wrongprice on a dress, the targets were messed up and I think I paid more…” you ranto him in the bedroom.

“Don’tbe so gullible and pay more attention next time.” He scolded you. “Well, me andmy friend were a little distracted, it’s just… nevermind, just… please, Saeran?Pleeease?”

Hecouldn’t resist when you asked like that saying his name. “Fine, you better letme tear off that dress once you put it.” “Not if I actually paid more. But I’llthink of something to pay you in return. I could start with ice cream! I’ll goto the convenience store, what flavor do you want?” “Well, you should choose,it will be all over your body once you get here.” “And you’ll be the one to lick it, so…”“Whatever you pick, it’ll taste delicious.” He grinned and you giggled, kissinghis forehead before heading out of your apartment he’s been staying for a monthand a half now.

Hehacked into your banking activity, as you requested (well, that was a first…),he would show you the report when you’d get back, but since he was here, he wascurious about that shopping therapy, so he took a look at what else you bought.

Make-up,clothes, hair products, lingerie…? What kind? That was interesting… but whatwas more interesting was something you bought at a drugstore, what was that?

Helooked it up and found it was a pregnancy’s test brand. “The fuck…?” Why wouldyou need something like that? Unless… oh, that night you didn’t use a condom…you both were so drunk… SHIT!

Hewas not proud of digging the trash can in the bathroom, and he got even lessproud when he saw it was positive (he also had to look it up what the twostripes meant) SHIT SHIT SHIT!

Wasthat why you were so distracted? Was that why you went to shopping? You needednew clothes for your new figure? But you said it was to distract you and yourfriend… weren’t you… feeling good about this?

Ofcourse he wasn’t ready to be a father, but If you’d feel good about this, maybethis would be enough to encourage him… so, if you were doubtful yourself, howwas he supposed to feel?

Yougot back and found him on the couch. He was fidgeting his phone on his hand.“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah,I’m cool, don’t worry.” “Okay… did you check my credit card report?” “Yeah, Idid, it was very… interesting…” “Really? I’ll have to go back to that storetomorrow and make them refund me!” he wasn’t looking at you, so you thought ofa way to get his attention. “Hey, I… I kinda ruined the surprise when I askedyou to see what I bought, but… did you notice that I bought new lingerie? I’llshow you!”

Whatwere you doing? Were you messing with him on purpose? You wanted him to findthe pregnancy test? But why were you acting so clueless?

Youshowed up at the living room wearing a stunning black lace and leatherlingerie, he was trying so hard not to look, but the blush across his cheekswas very visible. “How do I look?”

Hedidn’t answer, but you could see he was trying not to look. Well, actions speaklouder than words, so you sat on his lap and peppered some kisses on his neck.Oh god… he was feeling so hot, but… he pushed you away.

“Whatare you doing? Are you out of your mind?” he asked. “What’s wrong, Saeran? Youbeen acting weird ever since I got back!” “Oh, I’m the one acting weird? Areyou sure it’s not you?” “What are you talking about? I just wanted to have somefun with you because I have a shitty day and…”

“Wouldyou stop saying that? If you feel so bad about being pregnant with my kid, whyare you still trying to have sex with me again?” WHAT THE FUCK?

“Isaw you bought one of those sticks to pee on to see if you’re knocked up, MC!It’s positive and it’s in the trash can! Then you keep saying how bad your daywas, how you needed distraction… I know I’m more like a child and I wouldn’tprobably be a good father, but… do you really need to shove that to my face?You… you don’t love me?”

Youfelt so bad… “Saeran… it’s nothing like that, you got everything wrong…” andyou explained everything, your friend took the test here, she seemed stressedand worried, so you took her to shopping. “Fuck, I’m becoming as idiot as mybrother!” you laughed

“You’renot an idiot! But you have to ask me before making your own assumptions. Iwould tell you right away if I were pregnant so we could figure out what to dotogether, that’s what you do when you love someone, you know?” he was so happyhearing you say that, you loved him, and most important, you trusted him.

“But,that night when we didn’t use a condom…?” “I never forget to take my pills, don’tworry about that.” “Did you take it today?” you nodded a yes, and he grinned.

“Thatlingerie shouldn’t be put to waste, wait for me in the bedroom, I’ll bring theice cream.”

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hanny-writes-spn · 7 years

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Unexpected

Word Count: 1600 ish

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: The reader finds out that she’s pregnant and has to find a way to tell Sam.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy. Brief mention of depression (like, literally one sentence). Angst. I think that’s all, but forgive me if it’s not.

A/N: Yes, I know that this is quite a common trope, but I just couldn’t help myself :) Enjoy my rendition of Sam finding out that you’re pregnant!

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It was hard to put into words how you had felt for the past few weeks. Extreme fatigue and nausea had been keeping you sidelined from hunting for too long now. You felt off, almost as if there was something that was completely changed within you.

Of course Sam and Dean picked up on your behavior change. After being their roommates and hunting partners for almost three years now, they were used to your normal and abnormal mannerisms. Dean never vocalized it to you, but he thought you were experiencing side effects of depression. You never ruled that out - after all of the horrors you had seen, you were sure that it was a possibility.

Sam on the other hand, was very vocal about his thoughts that you were physically sick. He had seen you at your rock-bottom worst, and he thought that this time it was different.

The relationship you had with Dean was brotherly. You teased one another, fought one another, but ultimately, loved each other unconditionally. He was family to you.

In contrast to Dean, Sam was not so brotherly. You felt a spark when you were around Sam - you had never felt so loved when Sam was around. The way he would pull you in for an embrace kiss the top of your head was more emotionally charged than just a friend would do.

Admittedly, you and Sam did occasionally hook up. You would go to Sam after a hard hunt that would bring up your past. He would come to you after some guys at the bar were hitting on you and tried to take you home. It wasn’t like there was no feelings when the two of you made love. There were a lot of feelings, just neither of you confronted those feelings. Your past relationships made it difficult for the two of you to admit out loud, both of you too afraid that if you did you would lose each other.

The relationship between you and Sam was complicated, to say the least.

One morning when you had your head slumped on the seat of the toilet for the third time before 8 AM, it finally occurred to you that you could be pregnant. You took pills, Sam wore condoms… it wasn’t possible right?

Sitting up, you thought through the situation. You had been too sick to notice that your period was late. You had forgotten about that time a few weeks ago when you and Sam went at it so quickly that he hadn’t worn a condom. And you, well… weren’t the greatest at remembering to take your pills like you were supposed to.

All of the pieces were falling together - you felt so stupid that you hadn’t seen it before.

Picking yourself up off the floor and washing out the taste of vomit from your mouth, you sighed at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was going to drive you crazy if you didn’t find out soon if your theory was correct. You needed a pregnancy test, and quick.

You were unsure how to sneak out of the bunker without suspicion at first. But luckily for you, the boys were about to leave for a hunt. A week long hunt across the country. That’s exactly what you needed.

“Y/N, we caught wind of a possible rugaru a few states over… still not feeling great, kiddo?” Dean asked as he packed his bag for the road.

You shook your head. “Still no good… I’ll sit this one out. You guys go.”

Sam’s brows furrowed in concern. “If you’re sick I don’t want you to have to be here on your own… I can stay with you if you want.”

“No!” you shouted a little too quickly and harshly. “I mean, no… I’ll be okay. Some alone time might be good for me anyway,” you said, playfully nudging Sam’s arm trying to reassure him. He didn’t look convinced.

“Call if you need anything and we’ll be back, okay?” Dean instructed as he leaned in for a hug and kiss on the cheek goodbye.

“Will do.”

Dean was already out of the door by the time Sam said goodbye to you. Knowing the kind of arrangement you and Sam had, he was courteous enough to give you two some alone time here and there.

“You sure you’re okay? I don’t know if I should leave...” Sam asked you again as he snaked his arms around your waist. His concern filled eyes practically burned holes through your head.

Nodding and pressing a light kiss to his lips, you reassured him once again. “I’m fine, Sam. Call me and let me know how things are going or if you need any help.”

“I will. Please call me with how you are too… It’ll put my mind at ease.” He forced a smile and leaned down for a soft kiss. His lips lingered on yours a little longer than normal, but you didn’t mind.

After Sam and Dean were gone for at least an hour and you were sure they weren’t going to turn around and come back, you decided it was safe if you went out to buy pregnancy tests.

You bought a few different kinds and a few different boxes totalling in 11 pregnancy tests, and a gallon of orange juice. You couldn’t help but grab yourself a bag of Twizzlers as well.

You figured that would suffice.

Getting back to the bunker as fast as your car would get you there, you practically ripped open all of the boxes at once. After drinking half of the orange juice, you peed on all of the sticks and waited. Two minutes had never felt so long.

What if you were pregnant? How would Sam react to the news? Would the two of you finally admit aloud your feelings for each other? Or would he want you to leave, knowing that any child of a Winchester was in danger?

Looking down at your tests after the two minutes, you sighed.

Every single one of them were positive. You were definitely pregnant.

Tears welled up in your eyes and threatened to fall. Everything just got so real for you. You were going to become a mother. A mother of Sam’s child.

You just sat in shock for a few minutes. Then a few minutes turned into an hour. A numbness took over your body as you let the news sink in. You had faced vampires, demons, angels, werewolves, the freakin’ apocalypse, but this… the thought of having a child was a whole new level of scary.

Finally picking yourself up off the bathroom floor, you collected all of your tests and tossed them in the trash. You grabbed your half empty gallon of orange juice and bag of Twizzlers and brought them to the couch as you flipped on the TV.

With the TV on, you tried to think of literally anything else other than the baby that was growing inside of you.

Your hand instinctively went to your stomach and rested there, rubbing small circles. A baby. A tiny, little baby. Well, maybe not too tiny since it was also Sam’s kid. You smiled as tears streamed down your face. Even though you were terrified, you were more than equally excited.

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“Hey Y/N, we’re home!” Dean called through the bunker. You were in your room, anxiously awaiting their arrival. Over the week that they were gone, the idea of having a child had sunk in. You had accepted it; hell, you had more than accepted it. You had embraced it. You found a local doctor and went to officially confirm your pregnancy, along with setting up your future appointments and learned more about prenatal care. You even got a sonogram of your tiny peanut.

“Y/N? Are you here?”

You could hear Sam’s voice as his footsteps got closer to your bedroom door.

“Yeah, I’m in my room!” you hollered as you stood up to see Sam. His face lit up when he saw you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he wrapped you up in a hug and gave you a peck on the cheek. You stiffened in his embrace and he definitely noticed.

“Sam, we need to talk…” you told him as you grabbed his hand and sat him down on your bed.

His eyebrows furrowed as he bit his lip with worry. “Okay… what’s wrong Y/N? Your calls this week have been…” he stopped as he tried to think of a better word than “weird.”

“I’m pregnant.”

You didn’t mean to just blurt it out. Your plan was to ease him into it, slowly and carefully. Apparently your mouth had other ideas.

Sam’s eyes widened and his lips parted, making his mouth open in an “o” shape. “You’re…. What? You’re what?” he almost whispered.

“It’s yours, Sam.” You were surprised with how steady your voice came out.

He sat there with a blank look on his face for almost a full minute. You tried to gauge his reaction, but it was unreadable. Your heart sunk as you realized that maybe his reaction wasn’t going to be a good one.

“Sam, I’m just going… I’m going to go,” you said quickly. He continued to sit there with his mouth gaping like an idiot.

You left the bunker before he had a chance to stop you.

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dolayn · 7 years

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lost ♡ ethan

requested: yes (:

anon: can you do a really cliche road trip imagine kind of thing? Just like about them on a road trip? love your writing btw! xx

anon: road trip imagine for ethan!?? tysm!

word count: 976

"I have to pee!" You say for the fiftieth time, making Ethan laugh,

"Babe, you have to wait! The next exit is coming up soon." He assures you but you whine, bouncing up and down in your seat,

"Ethan I swear i'm going to pee in this cup!" You warn and he yells,

"No! Y/N don't seriously my car!" He says and you laugh,

"Stop making me laugh! I'm going to pee myself!" You say while laughing, making Ethan laugh even more, "Focus on driving not laughing!" You tell him and he nods, biting his lip to hold back more laughter.

"Alright, I think this is it." He says, taking a turn towards a really sketchy pathway through the woods.

"Ethan. This does not look like the way to a gas station!" You say and he groans,

"Y/N," He says slowly and you widen your eyes,

"No! Ethan you did not just get us lost!" You scream and he laughs, shrugging his shoulders,

"Sorry!" He says and you shake your head,

"Stop the car. I'm peeing behind that tree." You say, not even caring where you peed as long as you got it done.

He bursts out laughing and stops the car for you as you get out of the car, "I cannot believe you're going to let me pee behind a tree!" You tell towards him, looking back only to see him dying laughing in the car, making a small smile appear on your face.

You and Ethan were on a road trip to celebrate the first week of summer vacation. You would be spending a whole week in a car with your amazing boyfriend, which you were so happy about. You didn't really know where you were going exactly, you were just driving which, actually, was very fun when you were with Ethan.

You quickly pee behind the tree, doing what you had to do before you rush back to the car with a sigh, "I'm hungry."

Ethan's jaw drops, "First you need to pee, now your hungry?" He asks and you huff,

"Fine! Which way are we going to go? This place is sketchy." You say and Ethan chuckles.

"Whichever way you choose." He says, looking at you and waiting for your answer.

"Let's go to a beach." You say, excitement lighting up your eyes. Ethan leans in and places a quick kiss to your lips,

"Your wish is my command." He replies and you grin, slipping off your shoes and propping them up on the dashboard.

Ethan rolls his eyes, setting up the GPS to the nearest beach and starting to drive towards it. One of his hands was on the steering wheel to drive and the other was in his lap, making you reach over and grab it, intertwining your fingers.

He looks over at you for a second and smiles, but you weren't paying attention as you were looking out the window at your surroundings.

"Ethan! We have to stop!" You squeal, pointing at the small path way you saw leading into the woods.

"I don't know about that, Y/N." He says hesitantly, stopping the car for the moment, "What about the beach!" He asks and you shrug

"Ethan, this is an adventure. We can take cute pictures and see what the path leads to! We can go to the beach after, I promise It'll be fun!" You beg and he sighs,

"Fine!" He gives into your begging, turning off the car and putting the keys in his pocket. You slip on your shoes and get out of the car, skipping to Ethan's side and taking his large hand in your small one.

As you walk through the path you find that it led to a small clearing with a lake in the middle,

"This is so beautiful!" You gasp and take in your surroundings, turning around to see Ethan's reaction, only to find that he was staring at you the whole time.

"Ethan! Don't you think it's beautiful?" You ask with raised eyebrows and he suddenly is taken out of his trance,

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to that." He admits and you roll your eyes,

"What were you thinking about then?" You question him curiously and he smiles,

"I was thinking about how much I love you." He says simply, as if it were no big deal but you almost choke on your own spit.

"I love you too," You say slowly, and he takes a step closer to you so that your chest to chest,

"I'm glad," He chuckles in a deep voice that sends a shiver down your spine.

The tension in the air could have been noticed by anyone, so you lean in and press your lips to his quickly, pressing another to his cheek and then you whisper in his ear, "Beat you to the car."

And then you start sprinting, leaving him standing in the field, dazed and confused,

"Way to ruin the moment!" He laughs and runs after you, but you make it to the car first.

"But I beat you, didn't I?" You say and he smiles, wrapping his arms around you and placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head,

"Now to the beach?" He asks and you hum in response, enjoying the warmth his body gave off.

a/n -- this was SO BAD DF but yeah i could write these FOR DAYZ i literally have so many road trip imagine ideas so like if you want one for gray or another one for ethan I could so write it lmao!!! p.s thanks for requesting you guys are awesome!! && lol the title kinda makes sense idk I'm tired but whatevs i'll fix it later haha love you guys!

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wellimhavinga3outof10day · 7 years

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All right, so @thislifeisawasteland tagged me to answer a bunch of questions that are actually an ask meme, but w/e. (There are kind of Riverdale spoilers in this post? I’m bitter, sue me.) Here we go:

Full name: I’m not really gonna tell you that, so settle for Jessica

Zodiac sign: Taurus

3 Fears: Death, spiders... that I’ll never fall in love?

3 things I love: Chocolate, green tea, & my laptop

4 turns ons: Humour, kindness, bad pick-up lines, goofy smiles

4 turns offs: Racism, homophobia, an annoying voice, a terrible smell in general?

My best friend: Like all of them

Sexual orientation: Bi

My best first date: I’ve only had one first date, so walking around the mall

How tall am I: 5'8"

What do I miss: My friends, knowing Jughead was safe and happy smh

What time was I born: 9:04 a.m.

Favourite colour: Red

Do I have a crush: Not unless we’re counting fictional characters

Favourite quote: *gross sobbing* “It’s like my home.” Nah, I’m kidding, I don’t really have a fave quote

Favourite place: My library

Favourite food: Chocolate

Do I use sarcasm: No, never...

What am I listening to right now: "Leave” by Jojo (lmao, idk why)

First thing I notice in new person: Their hair, tbh

Shoe size: 6 1/2 (yes, I have tiny fucking feet)

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Brown/blonde

Favourite style of clothing: Casual, comfy

Ever done a prank call? Yes and omg worst experience of my life, almost had a panic attack, never again

What colour of underwear I’m wearing now? Pink

Meaning behind my URL: It’s a line from White Collar

Favourite movie: He’s Just Not That Into You (it’s on Netflix now, I’m so excited!!), also Pretty in Pink

Favourite song: Atm, “Prom Queen” by Molly Kate Kestner

Favourite band: ??? idk man

How I feel right now: Pretty good

Someone I love: Jughead Jones (honestly, fight me)

My current relationship status: Single af

My relationship with my parents: It’s good

Favourite holiday: Christmas

Tattoos and piercings? My ears are pierced and I have no tattoos

Tattoos and piercing i want: I kinda want a sternum piercing, and a rose vine tattoo up my side

The reason I joined Tumblr: I was filling out my social media quota before I went to uni

Do I and my last ex hate each other? Well, I didn’t think so but then she made me answer all these questions, so? It’s up in the air ;)

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts? Nah, never (unless you count my mom checking to see if I’m awake when I’m home alone)

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Nope

When did I last hold hands? ...? Fairly recently probably, I hold my mom’s hand all the time.

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes, maybe?

Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? Nope

Where am I right now? At my desk

If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? N/A, never been that drunk

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable (pretty quiet actually if you ask other people)

Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Yup

Am I excited for anything? Jughead to be loved and cared for and warm and safe, for the love of god.

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? All right, well “can” and “would” are different words, so technically yes, but I wouldn’t?

How often do I wear a fake smile? Rarely

When was the last time I hugged someone? Last night?

What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Eh, might bug me a little, but you go girl. (I mean, as long as it’s not an old man.)

Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? I don’t think so?

What is something I disliked about today? Today just started, buddy. Umm... for some reason my hands are really sweaty? I hate that?

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Atm, the cast of Riverdale, but that’ll change in like a month if not a day.

What do I think about most? Probably w/e I’m writing atm.

What’s my strangest talent? ...? I don’t have very minute talents, idk what to tell you. I’m very talented at drinking too much green tea and procrastinating things I actually want to do.

Do I have any strange phobias? Mustard

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, probs.

What was the last lie I told? ...? I lie a lot, idk. I probs lied on here. Kidding, don’t think I have. Umm... I honeslty have no idea. It’s anyone’s guess.

Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Both are horrible and probably the worst forms of communication, but I’m gonna go with the phone b/c I have an unnecessary grudge against Skype.

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Maybe? and yes.

Do I believe in magic? Little magic, sure.

Do I believe in luck? To an extent.

What’s the weather like right now? Sunny, average temp

What was the last book I’ve read? I’m in the middle of Crooked Kingdom right now, but the last book I finished was I’ll Give You The Sun

Do I like the smell of gasoline? Yes

Do I have any nicknames? Yes: Jess, Jessie

What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I broke my wrist by getting knocked down a hill and landing on concrete.

Do I spend money or save it? Save it.

Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Nope

Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Yeah, more things than I expected too, tbh.

Favourite animal? Pigs

What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Talking to Rachael on Tumblr/watching Misfits

What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Claus (yes, I know it said Satan not Santa, but it’s a conspiracy)

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? I Don’t Wanna Be Sad by Simple Plan

How can you win my heart? Be nice and funny and care about me (honestly giving a shit about me is really all I need, my standards are fucking low as shit)

What would I want to be written on my tombstone? Idk but something kind of weird and maybe a quote I like?

What is my favourite word: Feral

My top 5 blogs on tumblr: Ugh, I don’t want to do this.

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? “I love you, take care of yourselves.”

Do I have any relatives in jail? I don’t think so...

I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Flight

What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Umm... lots of things, I’m sure.

What is my current desktop picture? It’s a city that Natasha made for a class and it’s super pretty and green.

Had sex? Nope

Bought condoms? Yes, actually

Gotten pregnant? Nope

Failed a class? Nope

Kissed a boy? Nope

Kissed a girl? Yup

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Nope

Had a job? Yes

Left the house without my wallet? All the time

Bullied someone on the internet? I don’t think so, I hope not

Had sex in public? Nope

Played on a sports team? Yes

Smoked weed? No

Did drugs? No

Smoked cigarettes? No

Drank alcohol? Yes

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No

Been overweight? No

Been underweight? No

Been to a wedding? Yes

Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes

Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes

Been outside my home country? Yes

Gotten my heart broken? Eh, probably not

Been to a professional sports game? Yes

Broken a bone? Yes

Cut myself? No

Been to prom? Graduation in Canada, but yes

Been in airplane? Yes

Fly by helicopter? No

What concerts have I been to? So I went to like three in a row a few years ago: One Direction, Marianas Trench and... shit, I thought there were three... it might have been two... oh! Shawn Mendes! (And I’m listening to him right now and I forgot that, lmao)

Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yes

Learned another language? Kinda

Wore make up? Nope

Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope

Had oral sex? Nope

Dyed my hair? Yes

Voted in a presidential election? Federal election yes, I’m Canadian

Rode in an ambulance? Nope

Had a surgery? Nope

Met someone famous? Nope

Stalked someone on a social network? I don’t think so

Peed outside? Nope

Been fishing? I have.

Helped with charity? Nope

Been rejected by a crush? Yes

Broken a mirror? Nope

What do I want for my birthday? *laughs* Umm... not a clue.

How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 4: Marcia, Whit, Eli, & Beth

Was I named after anyone? My middle name is my Oma’s middle name too, but my first name’s not from anywhere

Do I like my handwriting? I used to b/c it was literally flawless when I was younger, but now it’s like a mess, so no.

What was my favourite toy as a child? Should I even remember this? Barbies, probably.

Favourite Tv Show? Atm, Riverdale

Where do I want to live when older? Not a clue. Probably Toronto or Vancouver? Maybe somewhere in Europe. Who knows?

Play any musical instrument? I used to play guitar but I probably can’t remember any of it.

One of my scars, how did I get it? Idk if I have any scars, man. There’s like kind of a scar by my elbow? But how I got it is a mystery.

Favourite pizza toping? Green peppers

Am I afraid of the dark? Nope

Am I afraid of heights? Nope

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? No, I don’t think so. (I once was caught squirting water in a guy’s face? But he kind of deserved it.)

Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? I don’t think so...?

What I’m really bad at: Figuring out my life

What my greatest achievements are: I once predicted the end of a book, does that count? And my highest post here is almost at five thousand notes?

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: "I love you, but sometimes I just don’t like you.” (Honestly, I deserved it, but it was savage af.)

What I’d do if I won in a lottery: Buy a house, buy a lot of fandom merch, invest a bunch...

What do I like about myself: I’m pretty laidback, I know what I want for the most part, and I try to be a good person.

My closest Tumblr friend: Not this again.

Something I fantasise about my ex: (lmao my first instinct was to put “dying” and that’s not true, my babe, I’m sorry) Honestly? Just having sex, like nothing fancy.

#welcome to my life #thislifeisawasteland

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