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Expectations - An Original AU story for an ongoing RP

Lillyana needs to get away from the stress and finds a new friend under the bleachers.

Today had been a stressful day. It was one of those days, where anything that could have gone wrong did, and Lillyana was over it.

She felt the need to go outside. The walls around her seemed like they had started to close in on her, she felt suffocated. With that in mind, Lillyana practically ran down the hallway, she quickly sidestepped past a student she frequently saw in the chemistry rooms, and burst through the door.

The sun blinded her momentarily, but she continued to walk, her feet seemed to take her toward the field automatically.

She cursed under her breath when she saw groups of people kicking around a ball of some sort around. Quickly, before she could be seen by anyone, she made a decision, and ducked under the bleachers.

"Hey," a white haired girl greeted shortly before taking a pull of a cigarette that Lillyana had not noticed before this point.

"You aren't allowed to smoke on school grounds." She supplied weakly, but she didn’t have the strength to do anything to stop her. Instead she just sunk to the floor.

The girl raised an eyebrow at the usually put together Student Body President. "You want one?" She offered, as she held out a half empty packet and a lighter, "You look like you need it."

Lillyana stared at the packet blankly, on one hand, if she was caught she would be in so much trouble, more so because she was in a leadership position, but on the other, she really needed it.

"Fuck it." She muttered to herself, she ignored the other girl who smirked in both amusement and surprise.

Lillyana took the offered products from the unknown girl. "Thanks..." she trailed off and hoped that the girl would catch the hint and give her a name.

She didn't disappoint, "Rael." she replied shortly, as she continued to smirk, "Do you know how to -" Rael was cut off when Lillyana flicked the lighter and lit the cigarette, and expertly took a quick pull and let out the smoke slowly. A relieved look settled on her face.

"You look like you've done that before." Rael stared at the girl in shock while she took back the lighter that was being returned to her.

"That's because I have," she replied as she pulled out her phone which had beeped many times in the past few minutes she had been there.

Rael couldn't help but let out a sharp laugh, "The whole school think you are some sort of princess, yet here you are, smoking under the bleachers like a common delinquent."

"That's because everyone expects a princess." she muttered softly as she stood up. Lillyana took one last pull before she threw it to the ground. She quickly killed the embers with her toe and left in with the other cigarette butts on the floor. "Thanks." Lillyana said lamely, but a whole lot calmer than she was ten minutes ago.

"Anytime." Rael responded, surprised when she realised that she had actually meant it.

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YouTuber! Dimitri ‘I Got A Date!’ - An Original AU story for an ongoing RP

Aeden shows Lillyana an interesting youtube video made by someone familiar

A/N: So I dunno if anyone will actually read the RP AU I have going on, but I’m gonna continue it anyway. This is actually a kind of spin off of the AU where Dimitri is a YouTuber (because I have read too many YouTube fics). It is pretty much about the last AU. Anyway... 

Aeden came into her room without even knocking, his laptop in his hand. Lillyana let out a groan of annoyance, "Aeden, are you kidding me? Would it kill you to knock?"

Aeden ignored her, his face was plastered to his screen with a strange look on his face. "Did you agree to go on a date with that Acconcio guy?"

Lillyana was confused, she hadn't told anyone about the date, how did Aeden know? "How did you know?"

"It's on his YouTube channel." Was all Aeden said before passing over his laptop, the video froze on Dimitri's smiling face. Lillyana pressed play, curious as to what Dimitri would say. 

---video---

Dimitri smiled brightly at the camera, shifting slightly in his chair to get comfortable, "Hey guys." He waved enthusiastically, practically buzzing in excitement, "Now I know I said I wouldn't upload anything till Friday, but I couldn't wait! The most amazing thing happened to me today!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "I know many of you are wondering, so I'll just shut up and say what happened."

"Okay, as many of you know, I have had the biggest crush on this girl since I saw her freshman year." He let out a dramatic lovesick sigh, his hands gripped the other tightly as he brought it up to his face, exaggeratedly fluttered his eyelashes. "She is like perfection personified, but that is not the point.  The point is that today, she came up to me.”

Lillyana stared at the screen, not comprehending what she had just heard. There had been very little interaction with Dimitri during her school years, and he had a crush on her?

"That's right, she was the one to approach me, not the other way around. Granted she didn't declare her undying love that she's had for me since freshman year." He smirked at the camera, "Yet. But she did want to ask me to join the student council."

"Now I know that many of you are wondering, 'Dimitri, how does one go from getting onto the student council to getting a date?' Well let me tell you, she comes up to me and says, 'Dimitri save me, I am in need of your help. I neeeeed you to join the student council and save me from the boring people'"

Lillyana scoffed at the falsetto Dimitri had put on in a bad attempt to imitate her. She was also very annoyed at him for making her seem like a lovesick fool.

Dimitri then laughed, "Ha, she would die before she said any of that. It was more of, 'We need you to join student council.' And that's it. Of course she tried to tell me it would help my grades, get me in a good college, blah, blah, blah." Dimitri rolled his eyes, but still managing to look fond.

"Of course I had no problem with joining the council. But before I said so, I had a bright idea." He smirked once more, "I knew the council was desperate for members, I have eyes and ears everywhere in the school. So I told her I would join..." He trailed off teasingly, "if she went on a date with me."

"Now I know what many of you will say, I shouldn't have done that, it was immoral, so on so forth. Now do I feel bad? A little. Would I do it again if I had a chance? Probably. I say this, because I really do like her. And if she doesn't want to continue going out with me after the one date, then that's that. I won't bug her about it, but I do want a chance." He trailed off looking blankly at the floor of his room.

Something seemed to be stuck in Lillyana's throat as she heard, and saw, the sincerity of Dimitri's words.

"Anyway!" Dimitri bounced back, suddenly smiling again, "Let me know what you think, should I have done something different? Do you guys have any date ideas? Let me know. I will still be updating on Friday so don't worry about that, my little shifters. As always, it was lovely to talk at you. See you next time." Lillyana was silent as the ending credits came up.

She quickly scrolled through the comments to get her thoughts together, ignoring that Aeden was still there and staring at her. A couple of them popped out at her

--comments--

Michii_xx: Omg I wish I had someone as devoted to me as Dimitri is to this girl.

SalamanderFred: So cute, omg, I literally squealed, did you see how he got when he said he just wanted a chance? Nnsjkbdsjbfsjdjbjvieisfhie 

MilkNotMalk: What a weirdo, why do u have to trick girls 2 get dates? I dont have 2 trick anyone 2 get dates. Man.

EmiliosShadow: Rock on bro

RightfulKing: Not my sister, asshole.

She rolled her eyes at Aeden's comment and returned his laptop to him. "Thanks." She muttered as he grabbed it, and turned back to the homework she had been working on before he barged into her room.

"That's all you're gonna say?" He asked angrily.

"What is there to say Adi?" She questioned, rolling her eyes at his overprotective ass, "Dimitri seemed to sum it up nicely." 

She let out a small laugh when he stormed out of her room, grumbling at the same time, and deliberately leaving her door open. 

As soon as Aeden was gone, she closed the door, and started up her own computer, opening YouTube as soon as she could. It wasn't hard to find the video she just watched. She wrote a comment as the video started playing once more.

"You better wow me on this date Dimitri. - LS"

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Conditions - An Original AU story for an ongoing RP

Lillyana is the student body president and is told she needs to recruit Dimitri, the class clown, into the council. He has a couple of conditions. 

A/N: So it’s been a while since I have posted any of my non-fanfic stuff, which this is, but anyway it is a high school AU to a RP that my friends and I are making, and I am feeling fangirl-y about this AU so I thought I would share it with you guys. The high school AU’s are more of a collection on one shots by the way. I’m still figuring out if I want to post the actual RP here. 

Lillyana was frustrated. Recruiting was her least favourite job as student body president. She especially hated who she was told she should try to recruit, Dimitri Acconcio, a fairly average student with his grades, a disruptive force inside the classroom. But people listened to him, and, though she was reluctant to agree, they needed people like that on the council.

This was why she was searching for him instead of eating her lunch. She huffed as she found yet another empty room, before turning abruptly, allowing her skirt flare out dramatically, as she walked determinedly to the next area.

It took half her lunch break before she finally found him and his friends on the bleachers at the field, laughing at the soccer team’s lunchtime practice.

“Hey!” She yelled, which easily gathered the attention of the trouble makers, “Acconcio, I need to talk to you.” She ignored the whistles and catcalls that came from his friends as he walked toward her with a self assured smirk painted on his face.

“Yes, your highness?” he questioned mockingly, his eyes seemed to twinkle in amusement as she huffed out her annoyance.

“We want you to join the student council.” She finally replied with a tight smile, unable to hide her irritation, part of her hoped that he would simply tell her to piss off.

“What’s in it for me?” Dimitri asked, he leaned against the rail next to him and ignored his friends who continued to look on, and occasionally whistle, in amusement.

“What about extra credit?” She started easily, “Something to put on your resume—” She was shocked when his hand started to wave in front of her face, which stopped her from selling the position.

“Actually,” he started, “I don’t really care.” Lillyana’s jaw dropped at his rudeness. “I’ll join on two conditions.”

She stared at him suspiciously, “What do you want, Acconcio?” She questioned, she wondered if she should have taken the bait. A weird feeling entered her stomach as he smiled at her in victory.

“Firstly,” he started as he held up one finger high before he turned it to pint at her, “I want you to call me Dimitri.”

She narrowed her eyes again, she held his stare for a minute before she let out a resigned sigh, which immediately brightened his smile even more, which Lillyana hadn’t thought could happen. “Fine, Dimitri. What’s the second condition?”

“I want you to go on a date with me.” Dimitri stated plainly as he stared at her with sincerity. His smile softened as he took in her shocked expression.

“A date?” She repeated dumbfounded, “What the hell do you mean a date?”

Dimitri smirked, “You know, a date, where two people go get food, or do an activity, or sometimes both, and during said activity, the two people get to know each other. And, if one is lucky enough, maybe a kiss or two will happen.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as she broke out of her stupor.

“I know what a date is.” She snapped as she thought it through, which had abruptly stopped the eyebrow wiggling. “Fine, one date.” She finally agreed, and once more ignored the weird feeling when his ecstatic grin was directed at her. “I’m not going to enjoy it.” She said with finality and spun around to walk away, but neither actions seemed to dim his smile.

“No worries, your highness.” He called out to her retreating back, “I’ll make sure you do!” He couldn’t see the small smile, or the blush, that appeared on Lillyana’s face. Not that she would ever admit that either was there.

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The Best Part of Waking Up - A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Person A has woken up in the morning and Person B is sleeping next to them. Person A thinks about how wonderful it is to be next to Person B. Then Person B rolls over in their sleep and their arm smacks Person A in the face.

A/N: So I haven’t been writing on here for a while. Sorry about that. I have been writing though, been in a RP with a couple of my friends and (hopefully) working on my writing skills. I’ve been thinking if I should put it up here. Any thoughts? Anyway, this one has actually been in my notebook for quite a long time, I pretty much forgot about it, but I saw this prompt in otpprompts and I just really wanted Stiles to be in this one, and then I thought I would once more contribute to the Stanny tag. Let me know what you think.

Danny woke up when he heard his phone go off, the familiar ringtone let him know that it was his roommate calling. He let out a groan but untangled himself from the body next to him, knowing that if he didn’t answer his roommate would make himself sick with worry.

He quickly reassured his roommate that, yes, he was fine, no, he didn’t get kidnapped, that he was at his boyfriend’s house, and that he had left a note on the refrigerator. He looked back at the bed to see that Stiles was still sleeping. Danny let out a small chuckle before climbing back into bed with him.

He smiled when Stiles let out a string of mumbles in his sleep, because of course Stiles sleep talked. Stiles never could stop talking, so why should a simple thing as sleeping stop him.

Danny looked at the younger boy and was glad that they were lucky enough to be able to reconnect at the beginning of freshman year of college. Stiles had literally run in to him, the stack of notes and books in his hands had fallen to the floor, Danny had caught Stiles before he could follow.

Danny soon surprised both himself and Stiles when he invited the boy, who used to annoy him with ridiculous questions whether he was attractive or not, to go get a cup of coffee.

Of course that quickly ended when they were kicked out as Stiles accidentally knocked the waitresses tray of coffee and pastries as he was telling Danny an animated story that needed the use of his arms in order to tell it properly. Danny had let out a full bellied laugh, which stopped Stiles’ numerous apologies, and surprised them both once more when he leaned down and kissed the spastic teen.

Danny chuckled at the reminder. He was unbelievably happy with Stiles; his 16 year old self never would have believed it if someone told him he would end up dating the sheriff’s son. Of course, he would have to tell Stiles soon that he knew about the supernatural world that he and his friends have been in since they were 16, but that was for another day.

Another snort, Danny could tell that Stiles was going to wake up soon, and so he leaned down to kiss his boyfriend lightly on the lips. But as soon as his lips touched the other boys, Danny felt a familiar hand smack him on the face.

Danny looked down incredulously at the still sleeping boy before letting out a soft chuckle, which quickly turned into a full blown laugh at the ridiculousness of Stiles hitting him in his sleep.

“Danny” Stiles questioned sleepily, having been woken up from the noised Danny was making, “What’s wrong with you?”

Danny just continued to laugh harder. He was so glad that he had Stiles in his life.

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Meeting the Parents - A Psych Fanfiction

A/N: I am so sorry it that this is late, I really hope that this is what you were thinking, but I honestly am not sure if I like some of it or not. It has been so long since I have written anything. Also, I left out Jules’ dad because, to be honest, I am not entirely sure how to change his meeting with Shawn in the show. So here it is, and I am sorry again!

#1 JULIET’S MUM

Shawn and Juliet had been dating for a couple of weeks when it happened. They had yet to tell anyone about them yet, not even Gus. So while they could or rather would not go out on normal dates, just in case they were caught, there had been a lot of home cooked meals, movies on Juliet’s large TV that she usually didn’t use, (as Gus had taken to dropping by Shawn’s place unannounced as Shawn had once done) and making out like teenagers halfway through whatever movie they were watching.

This was exactly where the two new lovers were now. The menu page of the Avengers had been replaying every couple of minutes, but neither of them noticed as they lay on the couch. Juliet’s hands tugged at the short hairs on the back of Shawn’s neck, sending the usually meticulously styled hair into disarray. Shawn however, was holding most of his weight on his arms, as to not squish her, (a stray thought of maybe Gus had the right idea when he talked about working out entered his head, but disappeared rapidly when there was another tug at his hair) using his hands near her waist to bring her closer.

Neither of them heard a car pull up, or keys jingling as the door opened, “Juliet, dear, I thought I would – oh my!” As soon as the woman in question heard the familiar voice she pushed her boyfriend off of her making him fall to the ground with a loud thud, she winced as she heard a groan of pain from Shawn.

“Mum!” She tried to make it look less like she had been getting intimate with the boyfriend that her mother knew nothing about. With the look her mother gave her, she truly felt like a teenager once more.

“Hello,” Shawn said, finally standing up from his place on the floor, ignoring the slight throbbing of his back, “I’m Shawn Spencer, your daughter’s boyfriend.”

“I’m Juliet’s mum, as you know, but please, call me Maryanne.” Maryanne took one look at the man standing awkwardly, unsure what he should do and it made her smile, “Oh, honey...” she trailed off, moving around the couch towards him, before bringing the taller man into a hug.

“Mum what are you doing here?” Juliet asked, finally finding her voice. She tried not to laugh at her boyfriend awkwardly patting her mother’s back as her mother wrapped him in her viper like grip.

“Oh, I just came for a visit. You told me you had a day off, but you failed to mention that you had an adorably cute boyfriend.” She playfully scolded as she finally let go of Shawn.

Shawn rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t used to mothers, and he really didn’t want Maryanne to tell Juliet to break up with him. “Well...” he let out a boyish grin, and immediately, Juliet knew he had just won over her mother.

Maryanne gushed and started pushing the psychic back to the couch, “You must be that boy that Jay- Jay is always talking about. Sit and tell me all about yourself.” She demanded, ignoring her daughter’s groan of embarrassment as she made her way to the kitchen to make some coffee. She paused when she heard Shawn ask about the name ‘Jay-Jay’.

“Oh, now that’s a story.” Her mother cackled, and her heart dropped. “She was 15.”

“MUM! NO!” Juliet ran back into the living room to try to stop her mum. Her need for coffee was forgotten.

#2 SHAWN’S DAD

It was not long after Maryanne left they had a long discussion about when they should tell people. They decided that it was best to tell their parents first. Which is Shawn was now leading a nervous police detective towards his childhood home.

Shawn had immediately started shouting as soon as he entered his father’s home with his key that he had made behind his father’s back, “Dad!” Shawn pulled Juliet in behind him. “Dad!” He called out again when he didn’t receive an answer.

Much to her amusement, Shawn continued shouting for his dad excitedly until he heard the back door slam shut and then a familiar voice shouting back that he would be there in a minute.

Shawn had noticed that during this time Juliet’s nervousness had risen. “Hey,” Shawn caught her attention, his hands rested on her shoulders, trying to reassure her. “He already knows and loves you, what are you nervous for?”

Juliet let out a deep sigh, moving forward to rest her head against his chest, “He knows me as Detective O’Hara. He doesn’t know me as your girlfriend. What if he doesn’t think we’re good together?”

“Then we will go and get ice cream and have some nudie time,” he smiled cheekily, “but there is no need to worry about it. He will love you as much as your mum loves me, Jay-Jay.” He teased, feeling her smile against his shoulder.

“Worry about what?” A gruff voice asked from the doorway. When Shawn turned he was nearly blinded by the horrific bright shirt his father was wearing.

But he ignored that, as he so often does, and proudly announces, “Jules and I are together!”

“I know.”

Juliet looked at him in shock, “How? We have only just started telling people.”

“Juliet, do you forget that I was once a detective?” Juliet flushed in embarrassment, in her nervousness to tell their parents she had forgotten, but she wasn’t going to say anything. “Besides, with this one,” Henry continued pointing his thumb at his son, “going on about you ever since he met you, I figured it would happen eventually.”

“Oh really?” Juliet smirked at Shawn, maybe it was time for a little payback. “He talked about me?”

“All the time.”

“Dad.” Shawn whined, but he was smiling, because he knew they were going to be fine.

#3 SHAWN’S MUM

It was very difficult for Shawn’s mum to come back to Santa Barbra when her work took her all around, however, that didn’t mean she disappeared from her son’s life, especially after the Ying/Yang situation. So every week, they would go on facetime, or call each other to catch up and make sure nothing was wrong.

So she was a little worried when she got a call, days earlier than what they scheduled. She didn’t hesitate to answer. “Goose? Everything alright?” she questioned quickly.

“Mum! Everything is perfect!” He called out, sounding happier than he had in a while, making Madeline smile in relief. The tension she felt filtering away as she heard her son’s voice. “Juliet’s my girlfriend!”

“Goose, that’s wonderful!” She cut in through Shawn’s praise of the girl. “Next time I come to Santa Barbra we can have dinner or something so I can get to know her.” She could hear a sigh of relief from the other side of the phone and instinctively knew it wasn’t her son.

“Will you be able to come up soon?” Her son asked pleadingly, she hated to say no, but she had to.

“Not for a while, sweetie.” She could practically feel Shawn’s disappointment, “Shawn, can I talk to Juliet for a little bit?”

Shawn agreed before practically shoving the phone into his girlfriend’s hands and falling on his back on the bed. He smiled, his arms coming to cover his eyes and losing himself to his happy thoughts which revolved around the beautiful blonde in his room.

He didn’t notice Juliet getting more and more anxious as Shawn’s mother threatened her if she ever hurt her son. She never understood why she was more nervous about meeting Henry. Madeleine could be scary when she needed to be.

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I LIVE!!!

Hey guys, I’m sorry I haven’t been updating lately, but life has been a little crazy right now. Between my schooling, some family stuff, and my job (oh yeah, I have a job now :D and we’re in the middle of a move - ugh), not to forget the fact that I have been in a creative slump lately. 

But I think it’s getting better now, I am figuring out how to manage everything. 

So to those of you who have sent me some prompts, I am so super sorry about the lateness of them, I have some things written, and have even finished drafting one of them, I just need to type it out. Hopefully they will be good!

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Please send me prompts to get me writing again!

I do accept prompts for particular shows/movies/books, depending of if I have read/watched them. Just send me a PM and I will let you know if I can write the story or not. :D

Explanation of comfort levels

Extremely Comfortable – Prompts with these series are likely to get top priority as I’m most comfortable writing them.

Very Comfortable – I will get to these prompts quickly, as I’m very comfortable with the characters.

Mildly Comfortable – I’m more than comfortable enough to write these characters.

Comfortable – I’m comfortable enough to write these characters.

Less than Comfortable – It’s not something I’m very comfortable with at all, but I can write it if I find the prompt interesting enough.

Not Comfortable – Prompts with these series are likely to get lowest priority, as I’m not as comfortable writing them as I am with other series. That said, if I couldn’t write them, they wouldn’t be listed. I’m likely to be very reluctant to write these series, unless the prompt interests me.

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2 Broke Girls - Very Comfortable (all episodes on hand for reference except for the latest season, have not caught up yet)

A

Arrow - Comfortable (Prompts from season one/early season two right now, still trying to catch up)

Avengers - Comfortable

C

Captain America - Mildly comfortable (I have both movies for reference) Have not read the comics

Community - Very comfortable (up to season four, haven't watched season five yet)

Crisis Core - (and limited FFVI) Comfortable

D

Dead Like Me - Very comfortable (and I have all episodes/the movie for reference)

Disney Movies - Extremely comfortable (for most movies - there might be some that I haven't watched yet)

Divergent Series - Comfortable (have all books for reference and easy access to the movie)

Doctor Who - Comfortable (only for 9th, 10th and 11th Doctor's please, oh and anything from the 50th Anniversary - and I have watched a little bit of 12 but I don't think I'm too comfortable writing him just yet)

F

Firefly - Very comfortable (I have all episodes and movie for reference)

G

Glee - Very comfortable, but only up to early season four (I think). Just after Kurt was accepted into NYADA

Guardians of the Galaxy - Comfortable (movie on hand for reference)

H

Hannibal - Comfortable with TV version (all episodes on hand for reference)

Harry Potter Series - Extremely comfortable. I would prefer if I didn't have to write any Harry/Ginny or Ron/Hermione, but I can if asked.

Heroes of Olympus Series - Very comfortable (have all books for reference except for Blood of Olympus, which I have not yet read)

L

Librarians - Less than comfortable. It's a new series and until it develops more I am not too sure how to portray the characters

M

Maximum Ride - Comfortable (most books on hand for reference, have not read all books yet)

Merlin - Comfortable. Have watched most of the episodes but I pretty much know the plot of the whole series (also have all episodes on hand for reference if needed)

Mortal Instrument Series - Comfortable (have not finished the series, but I am definitely comfortable with the first three books and have them for reference

P

Percy Jackson Series - Very comfortable (have all books for reference)

Psych - Comfortable (have all episodes on hand for reference)

S

Scorpion - Comfortable. It's a semi new series but I think I can pull off a couple of prompts

Sherlock - Comfortable. BBC series. Seen all three seasons with the first two on hand for reference and the third is easily accessed. A little worried about how to do Sherlock's 'observing' thing, but am comfortable enough with writing about it.

Star Trek - Comfortable with reboot series (2009 and Into Darkness)

Supernatural - Extremely comfortable. Have seen all seasons with easy access to the episodes.

T

Teen Wolf - Very comfortable. Have watched all of season one to three and the beginnings of season four, but I am pretty comfortable with writing the main characters

Twilight Series - Very comfortable (sad to say, as I am not a huge fan of it anymore) but I am fairly knowledgeable about this series. I would prefer not to do any Edward/Bella ones, but I can if I am asked.

W

Warehouse 13 - Very comfortable. Have all episodes for reference

White Collar - Mildly comfortable. Have seen (and have) all episodes up to season four and seen a little of season five. Like 'Sherlock' I am a little worried about how to write about Neal's vast knowledge on art and crimes, but I think I am comfortable enough with writing about it.

X

X-Men - Comfortable. More comfortable with the movies, especially the new ones (First Class, and Days of Future Past) but I have all movies on hand for reference. Have not read the comics but I am mildly comfortable with the more well-known characters.

I love reading/writing AU's (hint hint)

I still can't write smut properly, so unless you want badly written smut, I may not be the best person to ask. However, I am very capable of writing suggestive scenes, if not bordering slightly on light smut.

This is an incomplete list, there are probably a bunch of other things that I am sure I am forgetting. So if you have any suggestions please don't hesitate to ask. I also would love to hear any crossovers that you may think of, so please let me know.

Also, if you have any original prompts that you want written, pleas

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English Pronunciation

[uenaina]

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.

After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

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The Morning After - A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

'Stiles had expected the pounding headache - that came with the morning after territory of drinking with werewolves. But what he hadn’t expected was the arm, of an unknown person, that had curled around his waist possessively.'

After a night of drinking and trying to keep up with his werewolf friends, Stiles wakes up with an unknown mans arm around him. Luckily the man is very familiar.

A/N: For some reason I have become kind of obsessed with the Stiles/Danny pairing, and I wanted to contribute to the Stanny tag and somehow ended up with this.

Stiles had expected the pounding headache - that came with the morning after territory of drinking with werewolves. But what he hadn’t expected was the arm, of an unknown person, that had curled around his waist possessively.

He tried to turn slowly, as to not wake up his sleeping partner, just to see if he could figure out where he was, or who the other man was (for it was definitely a man), or even just where his clothes were. With one last careful twist he was able to see the man... only to yelp in shock.

The sound had managed to startle his sleeping companion awake, allowing Stiles to move back to create space between them, momentarily forgetting that there was a limited amount of room on the bed, until he fell off it with a loud ‘thunk’ and a muffled groan of pain.

A familiar head popped out the side of the bed, peering through barely opened eyes at the recent college graduate, who was still sprawled (practically naked) on the floor. “Stiles?” Danny questioned, belatedly putting a name to the face, “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Uhh...” Eloquent, Stilinski, he berated himself. “You know... chilling... relaxing. Chillaxing.” He rambled on embarrassingly, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

Danny nodded sleepily, his eyes blinked far more than usual (and Stiles definitely did not think that he looked totally adorable) before disappearing onto the bed again. “Well come back to bed. It’s getting cold.”

Stiles stood slowly, self conscious that he was only in his underwear in front of the guy that never gave him a chance in high school. “Uh, Danny?” He received a grunt and a demanding hand that patted the bed in reply. “What happened last night? Why were we in bed together? Practically naked. Oh! Did we...”

Danny’s eyes opened suddenly, staring up at the boy, a frown etched on his face. “You mean you don’t remember?”

Stiles started to apologise as soon as he saw the hurt look that had appeared on Danny’s face for a second. His apologies rambled on, his mouth moving before his brain could catch up saying that ‘he had been drunk,’ and that he hoped that ‘this wouldn’t affect their friendship in any way,’ and that he’s ‘really sorry that he doesn’t remember anything about last night because he had been dreaming about this since high school,’ before ending with a ‘oh god, did I actually say that out loud? And why are you laughing?’

“Stiles,” Danny starts as soon as his laughter had subsided to intervals of small chuckles, “I would never take advantage of you when you were drunk. Nor would I allow you to make that sort of decision when you were that inebriated.” He added, “Now, can you come back to bed? I want more sleep and I like to cuddle.” He ended with a smirk.

“Does that mean you’d take advantage of me when I’m sober?” Stiles questioned quickly, ignoring his still pounding head, with his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

“Just get in the bed, Stiles.”

“So what happened then? Why are we in bed together, practically naked?” Stiles added when he saw that Danny was only in his underwear as well as he pulled back the covers to slip into his previous spot.

“You threw up on me when I tried to get you back home, and then yourself when we got here.” Another soft chuckle, “You refused to put on more clothes. You kept saying that you wanted ‘naked cuddles’.” Stiles just blushed in reply

“Hey, Danny,” Stiles whispered after a few moments of silence, smiling when he heard a soft hum. “Thanks.” He could feel Danny’s smile as he placed a small kiss on his back, just between his shoulder blades.

“Hey, Danny,” Stiles whispered again after more silence.

“What Stiles?” Danny asked in amused exasperation.

“Does this mean that I’m attractive to gay guys?”

He didn’t have to turn around to know that the other man had rolled his eyes, or that he was currently smiling. “Just go to sleep, Stiles.”

“I’m so taking that as a yes.”

[robotsquid]

"MAN THIS STORY I’M WRITING IS GONNA BE SO GOOD I’M SO PUMPED"

"I CAN’T WAIT TO DEVELOP THE SHIT OUT OF THESE CHARACTERS"

"HOT DAMN THAT ONE SCENE NEAR THE MIDDLE IS GONNA BE BITCHIN’"

"THIS PLOT TWIST IS THE SINGLE BEST IDEA I’VE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE"

~one hour later~

[docbe]

[ellelalee]

writing is hard

[thatheapofgarbage-blog]

No thinking - that comes later. You must write your first draft with your heart. You rewrite with your head. The first key to writing… is to write, not to think.

Finding Forrester (2000)

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Wedding Mishaps - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Quick Dramione Oneshot that popped into my head. Dramione Wedding :D

'The day was a disaster, everyone had already realised. Everything kept going wrong. Everyone kept whispering that this might be a sign of their marriage.'

It's Draco and Hermione's wedding and there is just one mishap after another, but despite all of the catastrophes, Hermione is still determined to get married despite people thinking it's a bad idea.

"Hermione! The church was flooded overnight! Oh, why did you have to request a muggle venue?"

"It's fine. I'll call a few people and maybe we can have it at the gardens where we planned to have the reception. At least there will be less travel time. After that we can inform everyone of the change of location"

"'Ermion-ee, eet is raining, ze gardens are all ruined. What are we going to do?"

"It's fine. I booked the hall that would open up to the gardens remember? We'll just stay in the hall."

"Hermione, uhh, there was a mishap with the cakes, apparently it, uhh, fell and is sort of smashed beyond repair."

"It's fine, find some people and go around to the best bakeries and buy out their cupcakes, if they can't do that then, I don't need it."

"The hair and makeup people are running late"

"It's fine. We can start without them, children first please!"

"Uncle John got to the alcohol; he's a little, uhh, unbalanced at the moment."

"It's fine. Harry! Can you go with my mum, give a mild sobering charm to my uncle and then change any bottles he gets with water? Thanks!"

"Auntie Mi, my head itches,"

"Does it? Come here sweetie, maybe there are just some Nargles in the flowers. Auntie Luna can help you with that."

The day was a disaster, everyone had already realised. Everything kept going wrong. Everyone kept whispering that this might be a sign of their marriage, but no one brought it up with the bride, the bride who, despite all the wedding catastrophes, remained calm under pressure and no one understood why.

"Hermione dear," Hermione's soon to be mother in law caught her attention as she placed the veil on, her chocolate brown eyes connecting with the reflection of the piercing grey ones that was so similar to her soon to be husbands, she also noticed that most of the wedding party stood behind her, "are you sure that you want to go through with the wedding, no one would fault you if you postponed it." She said gently.

Hermione just smiled confused, "Why would I want to do that?" She questioned, turning around to stare at them.

They all exchanged glances not being the one to speak until Harry, Hermione's 'maid of honour' ('Mate! It's MATE of honour! I am definitely not a maid!' He had shouted drunkenly during her bachelor party while trying to take off his pants for proof. Many girls were disappointed when she stopped him.) "It's just, well with everything happening..." he started, looking back at the people in the room.

"The venue,"

"The rain,"

"Your uncle"

"The bird,"

"What bird?" Hermione questioned quickly

They all looked at each other with anxious gazes, "The point is, Mi," Harry continued nervously, "With everything that's going wrong, well... it kind of seems like a bad way to start a marriage."

Hermione was silent for a couple of minute, "I don't care," she stated finally.

The mothers in the room gasped, too focused on the bride to see that the door to the room opened and shut silently. "But Hermione, the wedding..."

"I don't care." she repeated, "Look, I'm glad you're all so worried about my marriage, but to be honest, I don't care about the wedding, it's just a formality to me.

"I don't care that the venue got ruined before my wedding, I don't care that it's pouring buckets outside and the view of the garden is ruined, I don't care if uncle Johnny is passed out when I say 'I do', I don't care that I don't have a proper cake, I don't care if people think that this is a bad way to start a marriage, I don't care if... if Buckbeak came crashing through the windows of the hall with a dead rodent, I don't care.

"What I do care about is going to the hall, seeing the man I love, and finally telling everyone that, YES I will accept this man as my husband and you can damn sure bet that I want to be his wife. I really didn't need all this glamour for my wedding, and now all I want to do is marry the man I fell in love with. Because it took him five years to finally propose to me, and I will kill anyone who decides to make me wait another year for me to have the perfect... venue, or whatever."

The room was brought to a stunned silence, her mother going as far as bringing out a handkerchief to wipe away stray tears in the middle of her passionate speech. Before anyone could say anything, a smooth voice interrupted, "Couldn't have said it better myself, love."

Everyone turned to the door where the voice was coming from. Hermione's eyes automatically connected with familiar warm grey ones. A smile painted on her face, "Draco, what are you doing here? It's bad luck to see the bride before her wedding," she teased.

They shared a laugh, "Well I figure, what's one more, right?" This broke the group out of their trance. Quickly, they all tried to exit the room at the same time. It took a couple of minute but the two were finally alone.

"You look beautiful." He finally breathed out, staring at his soon to be wife in a white embroidered dress, "You have no idea how many times I have thought of you in a wedding dress."

"Is it what you imagined?"

"Better." he stated, ripping his eyes away from her cleavage, "So much better."

They met in the middle in a passionate hug and a light kiss (which she broke to keep on schedule), "What are you doing here?" She repeated her question.

"I just... wanted to make sure that you weren't freaking out about everything and that you still wanted to marry me." He smiled, "But it seems like I am quite the catch."

She smiled, "You silly man. Nothing can stop me from wanting to marry you."

They shared another quick kiss before Harry was knocking on the door, "Uhh, Malfoy, they need you. Hermione, you should finish getting ready... uhh, maybe touch up on makeup or... something." He awkwardly suggested through the door.

"I'll see you out there," Draco promised, quickly moving towards the door, allowing Harry to lead him away and letting her father in.

"You ready for this, Pumpkin?" Her father asked with a proud smile.

"You bet."

"Granger, you are the best thing that's happened to me, bar none. You saved me, and brought me out from the darkest place. I have no idea what you saw in me, but I promise, I will always try to be better, a better husband, a better father, a better person, because I don't deserve you, and don't want you to realise that.

"I must be a really lucky guy, because, even though the whole universe is pretty much disagreeing with our union, for some reason you're still marrying me and that makes me the happiest guy in the world. I love you."

Hermione smiled through tear filled eyes, taking a hand back to wipe them away before they fell, "You know you can't call me Granger for very much longer, right?" They shared a small laugh, "Draco, we've known each other for a long time, most of that time was spent hating each other... though hate might be a mild word.

"But we got over that hurdle. And that is what I want our marriage to be like, jumping over any hurdles we might have... together. So despite the fact that that Mother Nature doesn't want us married, for some reason," the sound of thunder rumbled outside, as if agreeing with the statement, "I promise that I will always be there for you, to get revenge whenever George decides to prank you, to help you finally beat Harry in sports, to be there during the sleepless nights when we finally have kids, and to punch you in the face and call you a ferret when you're being a git." a few more watery laughs were shared, "I love you Draco, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my days by your side as Hermione Malfoy."

Before the officiator could say anything, Draco pulled her in and giving her a strong kiss filled with love, devotion and promise. They barely registered the officiator saying that they were now pronounced man and wife, or the roars of applause and wolf whistles (which she was sure came from George), all they could register was the feel of their lips on one another, and their arms wrapping around each other attempting to bring them closer.

They only broke apart when Harry, finally annoyed with watching them make out, pushed them slightly to break them out of their love bubble. Hermione turned to glare at her best friend who, at the moment, had been trying to look innocent.

"Come on Granger, time to meet the masses."

"You can't call me that anymore," Hermione pouted at her new husband who just laughed, bringing her closer to him.

"Well then let me rephrase. Come on Mrs Malfoy, time to meet the masses."

"Better." She said with a large smile. And it was.

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Don't Ever Look Back - A Supernatural Fanfiction

Roughly inspired by 'Check Yet Juliet'. Cas tries to run away, only to have company to the train station. Someone who understands the want to leave. High school AU (I actually have no idea how to summarise this story)

A/N: For some reason this idea came to me when I was about to sleep listening to 'Check Yes Juliet' by We the Kings. I don't know why, but there you have it. I'm still not too sure what I think of this story, I think the ending might be a little rushed... but let me know what you think. Because that's all that really matters, right?

Today was the day. He was finally going to leave home. Castiel had thought these words before, once even going as far as packing a bag, only for him to over think things and unpack a couple of minutes later.

But today was definitely the day. To leave the endless shouting fights between his brothers, to leave the house that was once filled with joy and love, to leave the broken family. They had once been close, the place had once been a proper home, and they had been a proper family. But that was all before their dad left. No one talked about him anymore.

So, steeled in his decision, he packed a duffle bag once more. Only this time he was able to pick up the bag and, with one last glance of his room, now empty of his prized possessions, he left, closing his door one last time on his way out.

He was in a daze as he walked out, ignoring everything around him, trying not to think about what he was doing. Because if he looked at his brother, Gabriel, who stared at him strangely as he walked by, or his sister, Anna, doing her homework on the small coffee table in the living room, or if he thought too hard about the fact that he had no idea where he was going, or that he had no actual plan further than 'leave the house', he would go back. And he just couldn't take it anymore.

Without a clear plan in mind, he just kept walking.

Dean had barely walked into the door before he the smell the stale beer wafted into his nose. It was a sure sign that his father had begun drinking early. He was thankful that Sammy was staying a friend's house that weekend to work on a science project, or something equally as nerdy as that. Quickly, before his father saw him and started rambling drunkenly at him about how his mother died because of some demon, he closed the door and went back to his beloved Impala. Dean drove away from the house, without a destination in mind.

It was times like these that Dean wished that his mother was still with them. She had been the light in the Winchester's lives and always had a smile that would make just about anything better. When she had passed away in the house fire, John Winchester took it hard. Soon it seemed like he had forgotten he had two sons under the age of 10 and instead took up drinking.

Dean had to learn quickly how to look after Sam and a young age, giving up his childhood so that Sam wouldn't have to. When Bobby and Ellen had found out, they had been livid, but after much begging from Dean, they didn't tell anyone about John, instead helping out the two boys whenever they could. Ellen would give them meals from the diner, or Bobby would help out with the bills. Dean didn't like accepting charity, so as soon as he was old enough to legally get a job at Bobby's garage, he took it.

After school and dropping Sam off to the library, or a friends place, he would immediately drive to Bobby's to work. By the time he got home he was tired, all he wanted to do when he got home was rest. He didn't want to be stuck listening to the drunken conspiracies about how his mum had been killed by some sort of demon.

Leaving the house to his father happened more than he cared to admit. But he would never leave Sam alone in the presence of their father for more than necessary. So when Sam wasn't at the house, he would get into his baby and just drive without a proper destination. Sure going for a pointless drive wasted gas which, in turn, wasted is money, but he just had no patience to deal with his father tonight.

He noted the clouds gathering in angry groups of grey, figuring that it was about to start raining. So he was confused when he saw a familiar figure walking in a determined fashion. Normally he wouldn't have bothered the guy, but there was something in the way he was walking, or in the expression on his face (that he had managed to get a glimpse of as he turned around), or the way he held himself that made him stop.

Small drops of water had started to fall as Dean pulled the car up next to the moving figure. Castiel Novak had been in his Chemistry and English classes all year, they didn't go out of their way to converse, but ever since being paired for a Chemistry project a couple of months back, they were able to exchange pleasantries whenever they passed without being awkward.

"Hey!" Dean shouted to his dazed classmate as he opened the window in the passenger side, "Cas! It looks like it's about to pour. Get in. I'll give you a ride."

"Dean?" Castiel questioned incredulously as he bent to stare through the open window.

"Yeah," Dean started to feel awkward as Castiel's gaze pierced him into place, "Uh... so... you want a ride or what?"

"Oh," Castiel seemed surprised that Dean was still there, "Yes, that would be... nice. Thank you." He opened the door slowly, as if he was giving time for Dean to change his mind.

Dean started driving as soon as Castiel was situated in his car, ignoring his warnings of not wearing seatbelts. After a couple of minutes of driving in silence, when the rain had started to pick up, Dean spoke up, "So, where am I taking you?"

Castiel's eyes bounced around, searching for a clue with the passing street names that he could barely see through the rain, "Uhh..." he stalled, he still had no idea where he was going. "If you could just drop me off at the train station? That would be great." He finally got out, deciding he would just take the next train somewhere.

Dean nodded, "So, you going to see family or something?"

"No."

Dean could tell with that one word that he should at left it alone, but for some reason he just couldn't, "Early holiday?" He tried again.

"Something like that."

For some reason, as soon as Castiel said that, something clicked. His eyes pulled away from the road of a moment, turning to the boy hunched in his trench coat, "You're running away aren't you?" He blurted out before he could stop himself.

Castiel froze; his eyes went wide with surprise before quickly narrowing as they gleamed with determination and defiance, "What concern is it of yours?" He responded defensively.

"Woah, dude," Dean lifted a hand from the wheel in surrender. "I'm not going to do anything! I understand, seriously. I would leave if I could too." Dean started cursing himself as soon as he said that. He hadn't meant to reveal that to a person he had only spoken to in passing.

There was a sudden silence in the confined space, only broken by the hammering of the rain, which had picked up a lot since the start of his drive. "Why haven't you?" Dean glanced at the person in the passenger seat with an expression on his face that clearly asked what he was talking about, "Why haven't you left?" He clarified, "You sound as if you really want to." It was at that moment that he realised how personal that question was and tried to take it back, "I – you – I mean, you don't have to tell me. I under –"

Castiel was cut off, "My brother. I can't just leave Sam. I'm pretty much all he has left."

"What about your dad?"

Dean scoffed, "Yeah right." He shuffled in his seat before deciding to continue. For some reason, Castiel just seemed like someone he could trust. "When my mum died, my dad took up drinking, forgetting about me and Sammy. I practically raised him, made sure he ate, went to school, and whatever else needed to be done." He confessed. Dean tried to ignore the tears that started to gather. He was always sad that Sam would see the dad John had been before he started drinking.

"My dad left a couple of years back," Castiel confessed, "when he did, Michael tried to become him. You know - taking on the responsibilities of our father, bossing us around. None of us really liked it, but he was the oldest and had to try and look after six younger siblings who continuously asked when their father was coming back." Castiel's eyes adopted a faraway look, locked in his memory, "Luc eventually started to rebel because he thought that Michael wasn't doing a good job... or something, I was never clear on the details. Eventually Raphael joined the fight. Soon enough, they were fighting more and looking after Anna, Gabriel, Balthazar and I less. I love them, but if I stayed there..." Castiel trailed off, but Dean understood what he was trying to say.

"So," Dean started, drawing out the word as he stared at the road determinedly, "you want to stay, but feel the need to leave, while I want to leave, but I have to stay. We're both in trouble aren't we?" He tried to laugh it off but they both knew it wasn't real.

"I never thought of it like that." Castiel replied softly, staring out the window.

They rode in silence until Dean pulled up at the train station, "Give me your phone." Dean demanded his lips twitched as he watched Castiel's ridiculously blue eyes widened.

"What? Why?"

"Because – just –" Dean tripped over his words trying to get what he wanted to say to sound right, "if you ever need any help with... anything... or you, you know, just want to talk to someone," Dean replied bashfully. Castiel handed over his phone without another word.

"So yeah," Dean coughed after handing over the phone and sitting in silence. "Listen. Just keep in touch, okay?" Castiel nodded in agreement, a small smile working its way on his face, "And, you know, maybe, if you want that is, you might, I don't know, be able to visit me in this cow town.

Castiel's smile just grew larger at every word Dean tripped up over, "Maybe I'll be brave enough to do that one day." After another promise of keeping in touch and letting Dean know when he got to wherever he's going and once more quickly thanking him for the ride, Castiel stepped out of the car, a new sense of determination washed over him as he clutched his duffle bag tightly.

"Hey, Cas!" Dean shouted before he could shut the door, "Good luck. I'm sure you will be great... wherever you are."

They shared a smile. "Maybe one day you could visit me too." He hurriedly shut the door before Dean could answer. He turned and walked away, only to trip slightly over a misplaced rock. Blushing, and thanking God that Dean couldn't see the redness of his face, he walked just a little faster.

Dean chuckled when he saw his classmate trip. "We'll see each other again," Dean tried to reassure himself. A small smile lifted his lips, glad that someone was able to leave this toxic town.

For the first time in a long time, the two unlikely friends, were able to look forward to whatever may come in the future.

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Holidays - A Community Fanfiction

“It’s only natural that we form romantic feelings for each other due to the fact that we have spent a multitude of time together without the rest of the group around allowing us to see each other in a different way.” When Abed and Annie are left alone for the holidays, feelings are bound to come up. One Shot.

She wasn’t too sure how it happened, but Annie found herself, once again, sitting on the arm rest on Abed’s chair, leaning on the aforementioned boy, as they watched Inspector Space-Time for the nth time. For the past couple of weeks, instead of going out, or making plans for various things, she found herself hanging out with Abed, sometimes playing in the, very cramped, Dreamatorium II, sometimes, like now, just watching whatever they felt like, and sometimes they would just sit quietly, side by side, as they completed their holiday homework.

As a child, after a while of doing the same thing over and over again, she found herself getting bored. That was the main reason for joining various clubs, while maintaining a job and a 4.0 average. She had to keep busy. So she found herself very confused at how much she didn’t mind the repetitive routine she had with the Muslim boy. Sure it had started as a way to keep him out of trouble when he was alone, with Troy gone to ‘not celebrate the holidays’ with his family, taking Britta with him, and they all knew Jeff was ‘too cool’ to hang with them outside of the group, Shirley was caught up being both a mother and wife, and Peirce was busy being... Peirce.

That had left the role of babysitter to Annie. It had started that way, but now, she found herself looking forward to these parts of the day, where there would be no drama with the study group to worry about, no rush to get to their next class, or worrying about upcoming projects. Instead it would be a nice, peaceful end of the day between just the two of them. And she liked it more than she would admit. Somewhere between watching marathons of Inspector Space-Time and completing their homework in relative silence, she developed a crush on the socially awkward boy.

“Annie?” she heard Abed’s voice pierce through her thoughts. She merely hummed in acknowledgement, her bottom lip making its way between her teeth as she continued to worry about her problem. “Are you okay?” She let out another hum of acknowledgement. She couldn’t tell him, they lived together; it would only make it awkward if her feelings weren’t reciprocated and then she’d have to move back to the apartment on top of dildopolis, and she really didn’t want to do that. “What’s wrong?”

“What?” Annie finally broke out of her thought bubble, “Oh, Inspector Space-Time finished? I guess I must have zoned out, I’m sorry. Why don’t you play the next episode, I promise I won’t do that again.”

“Is something wrong Annie?” Abed asked as he followed her instructions and got up to put in the next disk of Inspector Space-Time.

“Oh, no, nothing’s wrong Abed, don’t worry.” Annie replied, too quickly to make it seem as if she was telling the truth.

“It has to be something.” Abed spoke with finality, getting up once again as the disk whirred in the DVD player. “You only bite your lip when you’re thinking of something you think you shouldn’t be thinking of. You find the action irritating otherwise.”

Annie was shocked at well Abed seemed to know her so well. “It’s... well... It’s just.... don’t worry about it Abed. It’s nothing.”

“You have feelings for me.” Abed sat back in his chair, the theme music of his favourite show played in the background. He turned his head slightly in order to continue watching her reactions and ignored the TV as the Inspector came on.

“What? No!” She was quick to deny. Abed just stared at her. “No, I don’t. Abed, don’t do that.” Annie finally whined.

“Do what?”

“Read me so easily.” Annie let out a sigh of exasperation. “Okay, yes, there might be some feelings but –”

She was cut off when Abed interrupted her, “It’s only natural that we form romantic feelings for each other due to the fact that we have spent a multitude of time together without the rest of the group around allowing us to see each other in a different way.”

“Wait,” Annie tried to grasp for words as she pulled apart Abed’s sentence in multiple ways, trying to make sense of what he just said. It all came down to one thought. “Did you just admit to having feelings for me, Abed?”

This was the closest thing to Annie had seen him to blushing, “Yes.” He said finally, turning back to the television as if the last conversation never happened.

Annie just smiled. And if they ended up holding hands halfway through the show, neither would say. Nor would they say anything about Annie falling into the space between Abed and the arm rest a couple of minutes later, or when they started making out, during the end credits.

  Bonus

They had been back in school for the past two weeks and neither Annie or Abed mentioned anything about the dynamics of their friendship changing, instead they kept it to themselves for a while. Even though Abed pointed out that they wouldn’t be able to keep up the facade for a long time considering they lived with Troy and that, more often than not, Britta was at their apartment, and that it was a common idea within films, one that would not end well when their closest friends would find out.

It wasn’t until a month after school began that Annie realised she should have listened to Abed. At first they were able to keep it from the group (including Troy and Britta), though Abed mentioned that Jeff still thought he had a chance with the young brunette, which Annie let out a small laugh at before giving him a short kiss. He was kind of cute when he was jealous.

None of them noticed when they first started being more affectionate with each other, the lingering hugs Annie would give to him, the small smiled Abed would pass to her over the study table, the inside jokes that would make them laugh at the weirdest times. It was then that the group slowly realised that, maybe there was something going on between the two. They would question it whenever the two weren’t around, but as soon as they walked into the study room doors, they cut off immediately.

Later that night Abed told Annie that the group knew, or at least had their suspicions.

She agreed.

They agreed that they would officially tell the group the next day when the study group was all together.

The couple came in 15 minutes early, preparing what to say and how to tell everyone they had been together for just over a month. While Annie was stressing over this, Abed just pulled out his laptop and worked on his web series.

Annie continued to mumble to herself, occasionally glaring at Abed being at peace with the situation. “Aren’t you even a little worried about their reaction?” Annie finally questions anxiously.

“Annie, no matter what I say, you’re going to stress about their reactions and whether or not it is a good idea to tell them how long we have been together. Then, if I say something insensitive you will get mad at me and then we will continue to postpone it until it will become a problem. They will be shocked, yes, and Troy will be sad that I didn’t tell him first. Jeff will be jealous. Pierce won’t care. And Britta and Shirley will just be glad you are with someone ‘age appropriate’. So I am perfectly fine with how they will react, even if it isn’t how I predict, because I will still be with you. Now, will you please stop pacing?”

Even though Abed said it carelessly, Annie was really glad he was there with her, and the fact that he told her they would be together no matter how the group reacts. She sat in Britta’s chair, pulling it closer to Abed, “Thank you Abed,” Annie said with a smile. And captured his lips with hers when he turned to question why she was thanking him.

They continued, not even noticing that the group had entered the room, one by one, before they stopped in shock at the kiss that was happening in front of them. Annie squeaked when they pulled away and noticed the group standing at the door staring between the couple.

“Anything you want to tell us?” 

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A Shules Beginning - A Psych Fanfiction

It's Juliet's class reunion. What she didn't expect was that so many of her old classmates looking down at those not in a serious relationship. So who does she call to pretend to be her boyfriend? Shawn of course. Shules. One shot. Set at any time BEFORE they got together.

A/N: In this story, I'm making it so that Juliet went to a high school in/near Santa Barbra and then moved to Miami (I think it was) during her college years and then went back to Santa Barbra in the beginning of season 1. This has been in the books for quite a while, so when I wrote my Merthur class reunion, I suddenly remembered this and I realised that I really wanted to do a Psych fanfiction.

"Hey Jules," Shawn sidled up to her desk just as she was packing up to go home, "big night tonight?" He questioned, already knowing that it was her high school reunion.

Juliet jumped when he spoke, his actions breaking her out of her thoughts, "Oh, hey Shawn," she smiled, placing her gun in her hand bag, "yeah, big night. High school reunion, I haven't heard from some of these people in years, so I'm a little nervous." She admitted sheepishly.

"Why are you nervous? You're awesome,"

She smiled, "Thanks Shawn, but I don't think that's going to cut it, some of the girls that went to my school were vicious, so I'm not too sure what to expect."

"Well, if it gets too bad, just give me a ring," Shawn offered charmingly, "and I'll come and save you." They shared a laugh because they knew that Juliet could take care of herself.

"I'll keep it in mind," she replied humorously. Finally satisfied that she had everything she gave the psychic detective one last smile, "I'll see you on Monday, Shawn. Have a good weekend."

"And you have a good reunion," he called back as she walked away, a small smile lingering on his face from their small talk.

It had taken her a couple of hours in the room that she had booked above the hall the reunion would take place to make sure that her hair, makeup, and clothing were absolutely perfect. Her hands moving over the light pink material that covered her legs, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. She let out a sigh, hoping that the nerves would leave her body with it. You are a successful, confident woman, Juliet O'Hara; she thought to herself, you have no need to be nervous about the people downstairs. This isn't high school anymore. With one last pleased look in the mirror, she grabbed her clutch (which held all the important stuff – eye shadow, lip gloss, her gun and badge, the key card, and her phone) and made her way out of the room.

She could hear the music already starting as soon as she entered the lobby. She followed the sound till she reached the entrance of the hall which held a banner announcing that the 'Class of 2000' were celebrating here. She smiled at the man sitting in the table in front before giving her name to him in order to get into the hall.

"Oh. My. God. Is that little Julie?" Juliet heard as soon as she walked into the room. She flinched, both at the loud voice and the nickname. She was used to Jules, Jewel, and many other nicknames but Julie was the one she detested more than anything.

She turned towards the voice, "Dana," she forced a smile, lifting her arms to accept the hug the girl had offered.

"How have you been? I haven't heard from you in forever." Dana didn't stop for her to answer, "You will never guess what I heard," she gossiped, grabbing at her hand. "I heard that Jessica McLaud isn't married,"

Juliet's eyes widened slightly, "And that's... bad?"

"Bad? Oh sweetie," Dana's voice turned condescending, "she doesn't even have a boyfriend. I mean, if she doesn't even have a boyfriend now well, she might as well give up. She won't be getting anyone."

"Oh?" Juliet's face paled, her eyes shifted nervously.

"What about you?"

"Pardon?" Juliet was confused as to where this conversation had jumped to.

Dana let out a laugh, "Oh, Julie. Husband? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?"

"Oh, haha," Juliet let out a strained laugh, "no. I uh... I have a boyfriend," her mouth let out before her mind could catch up.

"Oh? Do tell. What's his name? How did you meet? Where is he?"

Juliet froze, suddenly she pictured a face, "Well... his name's Shawn. He's a... type of consultant for the police. I met him on my first day at work and well..."

"Oh how cute." Dana gushed, "So, where is he?"

"Uhh... he had a thing with his partner," she could tell that Dana wasn't convinced, "but he'll be here later on." She added quickly while mentally kicking herself.

Dana let a strained smile show, "Of course, well, I would love to meet him. Come find me when he shows up." And with that Juliet knew she was dismissed. God, it was like high school over again.

It was then that it all caught up to her. Oh god, why did she have to say Shawn's name? Quickly, she opened her clutch and started digging for her phone. After a couple of rings, he picked up, "Hey Shawn, I'm going to need that saving after all."

An hour had passed since she had called Shawn and she was beginning to worry. It seemed like all her old friends were either married, getting married, or in a serious relationship. They all seemed to turn away from those without a significant other, so, in order to save face, she continued with her 'Shawn-is-my-boyfriend' spiel, even romanticising it a little in order to sell it properly (though she didn't have to romanticise it that much, Shawn can be very sweet when he wanted to be).

She was about to start telling the fake story again to someone else who was getting married to ol' whatshisname in the end of June when an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist. She jumped slightly when small tingles of electricity ran down her spine. She turned to see Shawn in a suit that he probably borrowed from Gus. "Hey Jules,"

"Shawn!" she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled him into, what would look like, an intimate hug, "I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for the night. These people are sharks."

Shawn let out a small laugh, keeping their cover, but whispered in her ear, "What are you talking about?"

Juliet tried not to shiver when his warm breath wafted over her skin, "I'll explain later, just please go along with whatever I say." They pulled away, and shared a secret smile.

It was in that moment that Dana reappeared after disappearing for the better part of the hour. "Julie dear," Shawn noticed the barely noticeable flinch Juliet pulled when she heard the name before smiling, "who is this lovely man?"

"Oh, Dana, this is Shawn, my boyfriend. Honey, this is Dana, we went to school together," Juliet really hoped that Shawn would play along and that he wouldn't flirt with the pretty brunette. For some reason, the thought of him flirting with her made her feel worse than the thought of people finding out that she was lying all night.

"Hi there," Shawn gave a small wave and a polite smile before taking the hand she offered for a shake.

"Oh," Dana looked surprised, "you are real! Well, what a turn of events,"

"Yep, that's me. Real psychic crime-solving boyfriend,"

"Did you think I was lying?" Juliet interrupted angrily, even though she had been lying.

"Well, sweetie, you might have been given the title 'Most Likely to Succeed' but well, we kinda thought that was it. I mean you had already brought home all those cats and well..." Dana trailed off, but her voice was unapologetic.

"Well, you were right." Shawn interrupted quickly, but continued before Juliet could make an angry retort. "Jules is a successful woman, and yes, she does own two cats. But you were wrong in thinking that she would be alone. I mean, have you seen her, she is the most beautiful, the kindest, and most wonderful person that I have had the pleasure of meeting, and I am so lucky to have her in my life. So you can just suck it!" He grabbed Juliet's hand to lead her away. "And you might want to keep your husband on a leash, he's cheating on you." They turned, but could hear Dana screaming at (who they presume to be) her husband.

Juliet, though shocked at his confession, took the lead bringing them to a stop at an empty hallway. "Shawn..." she started with no idea how to continue.

"I'm a pretty convincing boyfriend, right?" Shawn bounced on the balls of his feet with a wide grin on his face, and Juliet couldn't help but think that he could not have been cuter. "I mean," he backtracked, not realising Juliet's train of thought, "I just took things that were true – so don't think they weren't – but I pulled off the angry-boyfriend-sticking-up-for-his-girlfriend pretty well. Don't you think so?"

Shawn looked at her questioningly. And in that moment, Juliet took his face softly in her hands. Moving in closer she looked into his confused eyes, and brought him down a little so that their lips could meet in a dance of passion. "Thank you, Shawn," Juliet whispered as they slowly pulled apart.

"Uhh, yeah. Yeah, no problem. Absolutely problem free." Shawn babbled in a dazed fashion, wondering if that had just happened. When he finally made himself believe that it did, he pulled her in for another short kiss. "After tonight, we are going on a real date. And you aren't allowed to give me any of those stupid reasons like, 'we work together', to stop it, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered. And with one last kiss, she pulled out of his warm embrace, placing her hand in his, "Come on. I'm sure there are other people that didn't believe me when I told them I had a psychic boyfriend." They shared an amused smile.

"Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint my girlfriend."

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Reunion - A Merlin Fanfiction

A/N: This was something just to (hopefully) get me out of the writers block I've been in for the past couple of months. 

It's the 10 year reunion at Camelot High and Merlin comes bearing news. AU. Merthur. One shot.

Arthur couldn’t believe he was back here. After 10 years, he was back in the sweat smelling gym (no matter how much they tried to disguise it with air fresheners and food) with the same tacky decorations they had at his senior formal, along with the people he said (mostly insincere) goodbye to. Arthur let out another sigh, willing himself not to look too pathetic while he ignored the looks he got from his old classmates. He was already trying to think of a plausible excuse to leave, go home, and watch some crappy shows with his partner.

But apparently the fates were not with him. He pushed down another sigh as he turned to see who had called his name this time. Another fake smile as, yet another, girl from his past came up and tried to flirt with him. However, she was as dull as she was when they were in school, Arthur noted with little interest, as he occasionally humming at random intervals.

“So,” her nasally voice pierced through his thoughts, “are you seeing anyone, Arthur?” she leaned in close, fluttering her fake eyelashes at the blonde.

Arthur stepped back, able to put some space from the slightly overcrowded gym, with a poorly veiled look of disgust on his face, “Happily married, actually,” He replied, he his left hand between them, as if he hoped that the ring, that glinted in the tacky disco lights, would provide an invisible wall between them. The girl glared at the ring in disgust, willing it to disappear.

“Well, where is she then?” she questioned, as if thinking that Arthur made up this person. Before he could reply, Arthur heard someone else calling his name.

He tried not to show his relief that he felt as he turned to face the anonymous saviour. His grin widened as he saw Gwaine and Percival, his old rugby teammates, walking through the crowd that absently parted for them. "Arthur, mate, we were just looking for you!" Gwaine shouted, ignoring the looks he got from the crowd.

They did the man hug-handshake that all men seemed to know, "Hey Gwaine, Perce," Arthur greeted enthusiastically, quickly dismissing the flirtatious girl, though she still hung around, hoping desperately that he would pay attention to her. "It’s been a while. How have you guys been?"

"Not too bad," they both answered before starting to talk over one another about what has been happening with their lives. Arthur laughed at their antics. 

“Hey, look who it is!” Gwaine cut off from his previous sentence, instead turned to stare and point at the entrance of the gymnasium. They all turned to whomever Gwaine was rudely pointing at. Arthur, whose back was to the door, was the last to see him. Arthur’s mouth lifted into a smile as he noticed Merlin Emrys wandering around, looking lost, in the crowded gym. “Merlin!” Gwaine called out, waving his arms above his head, as if Merlin needed a signal as to where they are. They could all see the relief on Merlin’s face as he found someone he knew (or rather, they found him).

Merlin Emrys had the tutor for most of the rugby team during their school years so they wouldn’t be kicked off, and in return, he received friendship, and protection from the douche bags that used to pick on him for his bookish tendencies, or his ears, or his strange fashion sense, or a number of things that childish teenagers could tease him about. And it looked like he hadn’t changed a bit since high school, sure he was older, and looked a little more tired, but there still seemed to be some innocence in his striking blue eyes that held a hint of gold. His ears still poked out of his ink black hair, and of course he would never go anywhere without that idiotic neckerchief around his neck. However, it was Merlin, he always seemed to pull of the impossible (such as being able to keep getting A’s while pushing a group of unruly rugby players into getting C’s and B’s, as well maintaining a social life, and helping his mother and Uncle Gaius; so making that neckerchief look bloody adorable wasn’t much of a stretch).

As soon as he was in reach, Gwaine pulled him into a tight hug, “Hello Merlin!” Gwaine said happily, smothering him into his chest.

“Hello Gwaine,” Merlin tried to greet back, though it came out muffled.  After a minute or so, when Gwaine didn’t seem to want to let go, Merlin tapped the taller man on the shoulder as a hint that he should. They all laughed as Merlin made a big show of filling his lungs with air that had been deprived of.

“God, Gwaine,” Merlin started with a teasing undertone, “don’t you ever shower?”

“Do I ever... come here runt,” Merlin quickly dodged Gwaine’s attempt of pulling him into another hug, before quickly hiding behind the bulky frame of Percival.

“Hey there Perce, how’s it going?” Merlin asked conversationally as both he and Gwaine kept running around the man.

“Not too bad,” Percival said with a small laugh before reflecting the question back to the blue eyed man-child.

“Can’t complain, I suppose. You know how it is in married life; I’m actually not allowed to complain. Part of our vows.” He joked. He kept his eyes on Gwaine as much as possible. Merlin quickly cast a glance around, looking for a new hiding place, his gaze stopped at the blonde Pendragon, “Arthur, is that you skulking in the shadows?” He asked with a teasing smile and squinty eyes. He quickly dodged once again when he realised Gwaine had gotten too close.

Arthur let out a laugh, “I am not skulking.” He ignored the scoff he got from the man, and continued, “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were going to be with Freya,”

“Gwen and Lance came into my house and practically forced me to come here,”

“Who’s Freya, Merlin?” Gwaine teased, making another grab, but reaching thin air once more. “That the wife?”

“She’s my daughter, actually.” Merlin stated simply. Gwaine stopped running after him, Percival turned quickly so that he was facing the shorter man, while Arthur just kept on smiling.

“You have a daughter and never introduced her to her good ol’ Uncle Gwaine?” Gwaine pouted, “I’m hurt Merlin. It hurts me right here,” he then placed a hand on his ‘wounded’ heart.

“Well...” Merlin tried to find an excuse, occasionally glaring at Arthur for bringing her up.

“It’s wonderful to see that you two kept in touch,” the forgotten girl piped up again, resting her hand on the blonde’s arm, “I think that everyone remembers all the trouble you two got you to in school,” she forced a laugh.

“Hey,” Merlin disagreed, thankful for the change of subject, “he got in trouble, I just had to follow him so that it wouldn’t be as bad as it would’ve been had he been alone.”

“Sure Merlin,” Arthur interrupted dryly, with a smirk firmly in place, “whatever you say,” he moved slightly so that the girls hand would fall dejectedly back to her side.

“Wait, so your daughter has met princess over there, but not good ol’ Uncle Gwaine?”

“Well, yeah, considering that princess over there is Freya’s father, I would hope that she had been introduced to him one time or another.” Another stunned silence.

“Leon!” Gwaine finally called out to the people in the gym, over the pounding music; “You owe me some money!” He turned to the small group, “Does a bet gather interest over the years?”