as soon as i started gardening too

Even then, he still knew one thing:

it starts out small.

And then it grows, and grows. Unlike a garden starving for drop of water, he was met with all the rain needed to make that garden grow. Bountiful, never ceasing, he was given possibly too much, and the garden was soon left unattended. It grew, far beyond its boundaries, up to the point that Hanzo was certain it would grow past his ribcage, twine vines around his ribs and crawl out of his chest.

have yall ever read a fanfic so good that it punched all the air outta your lungs?? i have. go read Keep You On My Side because its one of my top fave mchanzo fics 

Binging on the seasons

March went by like a well-oiled tv show when it has found its concept and is running at a fast pace. The first half of the season was devoted to the last season’s efforts coming to a conclusion with a well-deserved mid-season break for the main character(s), possibly an episode of comic relief, and then gearing up back again for a season finale with a great cliffhanger.

The first part of the month was taken up by the heaviest school project till now, and then recovering from that effort. The last few weeks have seen the spring starting to rev, releasing its first flowers and butterflies - like they were the feelers or scouts - last weekend. And I have been able to walk the garden, trying to judge whether to start the spring mad-dash operations. The seeds have been sown, they are still dreaming, yet should come to fruition soon.

And I’m dreaming with them. They are my tools and companions of dreaming. But so, too, are these tickets I bought for a trip to England in early July. So much to look forward to! Garden binging, what else?, and a meeting with like-minded clematis maniacs. :)

The month ended with a bang: Maggie Umber @maggieumber and I collaborated on a post that turned out so great. I’m really proud of our work, and so thankful for Maggie having found time for it!

A cliffhanger - that would be the two magnolias that I received from Germany yesterday. I ordered them some months back and now they are here - sound and safe, ready to go into the ground when the weather allows. In my dreams they are big, flowering trees already. Is that what is called “seeing potential”? Or just plain denial of reality, or even delusion? :D

So much pleasure has come from seeing you all enjoying my little musings. I’m ever-thankful for the reblogs by the good curators and rebloggers - I appreciate all the work you are doing! I want to give a special thank you to @camera-raw for the reblog yesterday. And these hearts, these hearts that seem to beat to the same music of nature with mine. Thank you for all the likes!

And then April is here, a new season of this show. I’m settled in for another binge session. Hope you are too!

Much 💕 to you all,

                                Daniel

Corset

Gwash x Reader

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There was a ball tonight. Though it wasn’t just any ball, you and your husband George Washington were hosting.

You were currently getting ready in your room, trying to tie your corset as tight as you could.

You had always been self concious of your body, knowing that you would never be as small as some of the other women that you were around.

When you were somewhat satisfied with how you look your slowly made your way downstairs. You knew that tying your corset this tight was a bad idea, but it was too late to go back and fix it now.

“There you are darling,” George said coming over to you and offering you his arm.

You smiled and gave him a small kiss, taking his arm and going to greet your guests.

There was dancing and laughing all around the place, people swarming the room. You knew that you were going to have to get out of this corset soon already. You were struggling to breathe.

“Are you alright dear?” George looked at you concerned.

You nodded.

“I think that I just need to sit down.”

He guided you to a table and gave you a glass of water, the worry never really fading from his face.

After a few moments he was dragged away by some important people and you were left to your own devices.

It started to get too warm for you so you took a walk out in the gardens. The cool air didn’t seem to help.

Eventually you started to stumble, then the next thing you knew, you were hitting the ground.

~~~~

You were aroused from unconsciousness by the feeling of a wet cloth placed gently on your forehead.

You opened your eyes, squinting at the harsh candle light coming from the bedside table.

“Y/N?”

It was George sitting next to your side, looking at you worryingly.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that you were passed out in the garden. You tied your corset too tight. Why?”

You sighed. You had to be honest with him.

“Because I don’t feel comfortable without it. I don’t look good.”

He too sighed and gave you a small kiss, shaking his head.

“You’re are beautiful just the way you are my dear. You don’t need to worry about that kind of stuff.”

You gave him a small smile and started to close your eyes.

“Get some rest darling. I love you.”

Hidden.

“Where are you?!” I scream.

Panicked, I run through the abandoned farm. I can’t find her. Not in the old house. Not in the barn.

I run into the empty field, heart racing. As I scan the area, I run into a mound of dirt and trip, sprawling to the ground.

Getting up, it hits me. Abandoned farm. I tripped over freshly tilled earth.

Crouching down, I start frantically clawing with my hands. Scooping handfuls of dirt, I hit something hard. Wood.

“Are you in there?!” I cry, pressing my ear to the wood. I hear muffled cries.

I start digging again, but realize it’s taking too long. Looking around, I see a garden shed. I sprint to it, ripping the door open. I see a shovel, still caked in dirt. Probably the same one that bastard buried her with. I grab it.

Running back, I started digging with purpose. Soon the wooden box is exposed. I toss the shovel, and rip open the crate.

She stares back at me, eyes wide. Bound. Gagged. But alive. I sigh with relief. Thank God.

I reach into my bag, pulling out my rag and chloroform. I crouch down, placing it over her face. She struggles, faints. I toss her over my shoulder.


“Ah, hell!” My brother says as I walk back to the truck with a smirk. “You found her!”

“Yup. You almost had me though!” I laugh.

“All right. My turn. Where did you put her?”

I gesture to the creek area. “Somewhere over there. Drowning’s an issue though.”

“Jerk!” he says, running off. I smile, watching him go. I love adult Hide and Seek.

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Winston: Good morning Carlyle! :) You’re up early!

Carlyle: Oh! Winston! Good morning! Hehe.. I’m always up early.

Winston: Did you start a garden back here!? Look at you Mr. green thumbb!

Carlyle: Haha, sure did.

Winston: Oh, I forgot to say s-sorry for falling asleep during the movie the other day… 

Carlyle: It’s no biggie. We were all exhausted from moving in. I’m just glad that everything is unpacked and things are starting to settle down.

Winston: Haha, me too! Ohh! And guess what!?

Carlyle: What is it?

Winston: The Bakery re-opens soon! I got a call from the renovators. They’re done re-modeling the place! :)

Carlyle: Oh nice! I was starting to miss coming home covered in cake batter.

Winston: Was that sarcasm?

Carlyle: :)

<3 !

I’m honestly awestruck at how many opportunities have presented themselves for me this year! I’m about to be working in 3 different peoples gardens, while growing & maintaining my own, along with working at my new job at a boarding/grooming kennel for cats & dogs :) I can definitely use the money and I’m so grateful to be doing what I love! <3 :) I’m still considering my options for college too, which whatever I end up going for will open even more doors for me. I plan on getting my master gardener certification in the fall, I hope to start beekeeping soon, and I’ll keep photographing my garden & nature (hopefully getting a new camera within the coming months too!). Annnd I really wanna go skydiving again this summer but hopefully with a friend or two :) I’m just so happy with life <3 I have so much hope & faith in my future <3.

Focus

request: Ive had this imagine idea in my head all day! Can i have an imagine in newts pov where hes working in the garden and he cant help himself glance over at y/n and get distracted. and maybe zart or someone notices and playfully teases him :3

warnings: none

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Newt’s POV

  Y/N couldn’t look anymore beautiful, even while working in the fields. I tried my best not to focus on my planting, but I couldn’t stop my eyes from constantly going back to Y/N. Her long Y/H/C hair, deep eyes, and don’t even get me started on that beautiful shuck smile of her’s. She’s everything I could ever want in a girl, and I had the pleasure of watching her every day.

  As Y/N continued picking through the vegetables in the ground, I continued staring at her. Her hair was in her face and she was covered in sweat but I didn’t care, she was still the most gorgeous human being in the world.

  As hard as I tried to focus on my work, I just couldn’t. I was about to get back to what I was supposed to be doing when Y/N suddenly bent over, and I could see her tits popping out of her shirt. I’ve never been one to think about Y/N in this way, but she was too hot for me to ignore these feelings.

  I didn’t know what was happening, I might’ve blacked out mentally because the next time I looked over at Y/N her top was off. Of course she had her bra on, but still. I could feel myself start to grow at the sight of her.

  Focus, Newt. Focus.

  Thankfully, she hadn’t noticed my constant staring and kept going about in the gardens. I leaned against my shovel, eyes glued on Y/N as she dug through the dirt.

  Soon she was bending over, right in front of me, her ass high in the air. Try as hard as I might, I couldn’t shake this feeling – this urge to bring her close to me and kiss her. I wanted nothing more than to be with her and feel her wrapped around me. And I did just that.

  Or at least, I would have.

  “Hey, Newt,” I heard a voice to the right of me. I looked over to see Zart with a big smirk on his face. “Stick an eggplant down your pants, recently?”

  At first I was confused, but then I got to what he was hinting at. I looked down and saw my dick straining against my pants. The bulge was obvious as hell, and I prayed to god Y/N hadn’t seen it.

  I quickly moved my hand to cover myself. “Piss off,” I spat at Zart, who burst into laughter.

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a/n: sorry this one’s so short and all, honestly i wasn’t sure where this was going. a part two would be pretty nice, but i’ll only write it if you guys want me to! thanks for requesting ♥

worldsfool  asked:

This is kinda going to be a weird ask, but it came to me overnight and thought, why not? How would Reaper, Jack, Hanzo and Genji, react to having found an egg that hatches into a dragon?

Hanzo & Genji


Hanzo receives the egg as a gift from a clan seeking to submit themselves to the Shimada gumi. They say it’s a genuine dragon, the flesh and blood incarnations of the spirits he and his closest family can summon. Hanzo will treat it as a lie until proven otherwise. It’s how he handles most things people tell him.

Thus when Genji says he is not jealous of his brother, Hanzo becomes suspicious.

It’s not like his little brother could steal the egg, having nowhere to hide it especially once it hatches, but he does have a tendency towards questionable decisions. Hanzo is careful with the egg, and credits this with the fact that Genji gets up to no mischief.


The real reason Genji has no time to prank his brother lies under several heatlamps in the unused greenhouse. His brother’s egg is being bred on top of constantly smoldering coals, carefully maintained by the staff. Genji is not supposed to have this one and so he has to improvise.

The greenhouse is the perfect place. No one ever uses it, the only reason it’s not torn down is because the clan never destroys something that may be of use later, and it’s hot and humid even without the lamps to help things along. Here no one will find the consequences of Genji’s knee jerk decision.


The eggs just lay there, in a side room he discovered by accident. Hanzo is receiving his that very moment and Genji, anger boiling hot fueled by jealousy, doesn’t hesitate when he steals this clan’s most valuable property. If he’s caught not even his father will be able to save him. They’ll cut his hands off, or worse. Not only is he a thief, he was deemed unworthy to care for a dragon.
But all he wants is to stop living in Hanzo’s shadow. To be recognised as his own person with skills and aspirations just as valuable as his brother’s. He’ll raise a dragon, make it grow strong and show everyone that he’s just as good.

He fears for life and limb on the whole way back home. But the egg, secured in his bag among his dirty underwear while Hanzo’s lies on top of a velvet cushion, stays hidden, stays secret. Genji breathes a sigh of relief.


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Good evening dear reader, or good morning to those of you who have just woken up,

 Tomorrow is the first day of April and our true entrance to Spring! March has been chilly as of lately, but I do hope it gets to warm up soon. Regardless of whether I think the temperature is too cold, the flowers I have been tending to have started to peak through the dirt, I cannot wait for them to begin to fully bloom! I’m sure they’ll begin to brighten up the deck, it’s been so dull since the winter rain washed out the herb garden. I do hope they bloom soon, what are your hopes this April? Love ? Fame? Fortune? Or perhaps starting a new hobby? Whatever it may be, I wish you luck!

Yours Truly, 
Tsukiyama Shuu. 

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Betsy and I have had a heck of a nice weekend. One of many things we decided to undertake was a little gardening. We rent, and the patch of dirt here hasn’t been anything in years, so we decided to strategically place some basil, rosemary, and a fuerte avocado tree. Planning on starting tomato soon, too. Just to see what happens.

Worst case scenario, we get a few herb harvests and then nothing. The tree may not fruit for awhile. If it doesn’t, but stays alive, we’ll put it in the ground wherever we move. Best case, though, we finally have something to trade with the neighbors who inspired us to start.

Reid : Kiss me?

Spencer Reid x reader

Originally posted by jevislanuit


Plot: You and the team members of BAU attends JJ and Will’s wedding.

Words: 1690

A/N no spoilers so don’t worry! maybe some of you can guess how I came up with this idea! enjoy :)



Kiss me?

It was beautiful evening. You and your team got together at Rossi’s house to attend JJ and Will’s wedding. Actually it was a surprise for JJ and you all were very excited. It’s been a long time since the last time you went to the wedding. You already dressed up and arrived at his house. When you walked into the garden, you saw Rossi, Hotch, Morgan and Emily. You went to talk to them.

“Hi guys” you said and smiled.

“Hi Y/N!” Emily said.

“This is beautiful Rossi” you said as you looked at him smiling.

“I’m a professional of kind of these things” he said and Morgan laughed slightly.

“Yea you’ve done this three times” Hotch joked.

These days, your team have done horrible cases so you were happy to see them smiling and joking around.

“Hiya ladies and gentlemen!” Garcia called out as she walked up to you.

“You look gorgeous baby” Morgan said and smiled at her.

“Thanks” she said smiling.

You were looking around to find how beautiful the garden was while the others were chatting. You didn’t notice that Reid was walking up to you.

“Hey pretty boy” Morgan said and you turned back to see Reid.

At the moment, when you saw Reid, you just stared at him. No words couldn’t come from your mouth because he looked so perfect. On the other hand, when Reid looked at you, he didn’t notice that you were completely frozen. Only thing he noticed about you was that how beautiful you were tonight.

“Y-Y/N you look beautiful” he said quickly.

“T-thanks you too….I mean you look great” you said without looking at his eyes.

Everyone except Reid and you thought it was awkward. Even though they know that you and he like each other. They always try you to make a move but you were not sure if he likes you back. Soon after, JJ, Will and Henry walked into the garden. Rossi talked to them and everyone smiled.

The wedding was started, you were so happy to see JJ and Will happy. They were perfect together. You thought you wanted to have the relationship like theirs in the future.

After the wedding was over, everyone started dancing with their partners. First, your partner was Derek.

“Hey how’s it going?” you said as you put down your one hand on his shoulder and the other was in his hand.

“Great what about you?” he said smiling.

“Great too” you replied.

The music was one of your favorite and you enjoyed dancing with him.

“So….when are you going to make a move?” he asked and smirked at you.

“What do you mean?” you asked as you frowned your eyebrows.

“When are you going to tell Reid that you like him?” he said with a smirk.

“What!? N-no I can’t” you said without looking at his eyes.

“Why not? Maybe he likes you back” he said laughing slightly.

“Oh come on. It won’t happen” you said as you looked down a bit hiding your sadness.

“You know what Y/N? If you don’t try, you will regret” he said.

There was silence for a couple of seconds before you opened your mouth.

“Maybe you’re right….” you said in a small voice.

The song was over and everyone switched their partners. Now Rossi was yours. You always think that Rossi is like your father. The next song was started and you both started dancing.

“You’re really a professional of the wedding” you joked.

“Yea I’ll do yours when you’ll marry him” he chuckled.

“Him?” you said and looked up to his eyes.

“The doctor” he said.

“Again?” you mumbled.

“Again?” Rossi asked you back.

“Derek” you replied quickly and let out a small sigh.

Rossi just laughed slightly and you both kept dancing. When the song was finished, you walked up to your boss.

“Will you?” you asked smiling at Hotch.

He just smiled and took your hand gently. Since he was much taller than you, you had to look up to talk to him.

“Will is lucky to have her, don’t you think?” you asked him softly.

“Yes I’m glad that I could see them together” he said and smiled.

It was kind of unusual for you to see his smile a lot.

“I was wondering when are you-” Before he tried to ask you a question, you cut him off.

“Are you gonna ask me about Spencer? Then my answer is no” you said quickly.

He frowned his eyebrows at first but sooner he started laughing a bit. He understood why you said that.

“Morgan and Dave too?” he asked.

You just nodded.

Finally his turn….his turn to dance with you. Reid was nervous a bit because he was not sure if he could dance well with her. He smiled nervously when he saw you walking up to him. Without saying anything, you both started dancing.

“So….how are you?” you asked.

“I’m fine…I’m more than fine” he said quickly.

“R-Reid you really look great tonight” you said smiling.

“You always look great Y/N” he said smiling back at you.

“Thank you doctor” you said playfully.

Somehow you felt this song was longer than three songs you danced with Morgan, Rossi and Hotch. When you danced with them, you enjoyed talking but right now with Reid, you were too nervous to enjoy talking. Usually he talks a lot but tonight when he was with you, he was quite.

You finished dancing with all men even with Will. Soon after you guys started drinking a lot. But you were the last one who got drunk. When you saw your team members drunk, you laughed a bit by yourself. But looked like Hotch wasn’t drunk at all. Everyone was talking to everyone before Hotch started filming a video for JJ and Will. You were the first one.

“Congratulations JJ and Will. I’m so happy to see you both together. I’m sorry I don’t get used to kind of this but I just wanna say I’m so happy. JJ, you look so gorgeous tonight and I’m glad we’re friends. Happy Wedding!” you said happily.

“Is that okay?” you asked Hotch when he finished.

“Yes thank you” he said and headed to other people.

You headed to the bar to get some drink for yourself. Nobody was at the bar so you drank alone but a couple of minutes later, you felt like you’re talking to anyone so you walked around to find anyone. The first one you found was Reid and he was completely drunk. Actually you’ve never seen him drunk like this and somehow you found it cute. Hotch came up to him and Reid started saying his message to JJ and Will. You stood near him and watched him.

“JJ and Will….I am so happy for you both! Hey I got some presents for you and Henry…oops” suddenly he staggered so you walked up to him quickly.

“You okay Reid?” you said laughing.

“Oh Y/N!” he said looking at you and put his arm around your shoulder.

“This lady….” he looked at the camera and you were confused because you had no idea what he was going to say.

“This lady….looks gorgeous tonight…don’t you think so? Now Y/N” he quickly looked straight into your eyes.

“Kiss me?” he said.

“What!?” you said loudly.

Reid tried to move closer to you but you stepped back. He was really cute but didn’t want to kiss him….right now.

“Reid!” you pushed him playfully laughing hard.

You could see Hotch laughing too.

Next morning, you went to the BAU office as usual. When you walked into the elevator, someone followed you. It was Reid.

“Morning” you said awkwardly because of last night.

“Good morning” he said and smiled at you normally.

Now you know that he completely forgot about what happened last night. You let out a relief sigh and when the elevator stopped, you both walked out. Reid opened the door for you and you walked in. There were your team already and they were looking at the computer screen. You and Reid had no idea what they were watching but they looked fun.

“What are you watching?” you asked them and they turned back to you quickly.

When they saw you and Reid, they started laughing so hard. Reid had no idea what’s so funny but you knew exactly what they were laughing at.

“Oh shit….guys!” you said loudly.

“Hotch!?” you said loudly and looked at him.

“I have to show this to JJ” he said laughing a bit.

“B-but…okay fine” you said in a low voice and walked out of the office.

It’s not because you hated the fact they were laughing at you…it’s because you felt embarrassed and you didn’t want them to tease you about Reid. A couple of minutes later, you calmed down and wondered why you felt embarrassed. You found it funny for somehow. You laughed a bit and tried to walk back to them. But before that, Reid ran up to you.

“Y/N!” he called out.

“I-I am sorry…I-I was d-drunk and I was s-so crazy” he said quickly looking at the ground.

You just looked at him and hold back your laugh.

“I felt so embarrassed….“he mumbled.

That’s it….you couldn’t hold back anymore. You bursted into laughing and Reid looked at you and was confused.

“Reid yes you were crazy!” you said laughing.

“You aren’t mad?” he asked.

“No of course not” you said.

Reid was still confused and he couldn’t understand what was happening.

“Let’s go back to work” you said and tried to head to the office.

“Y/N?” he said softly.

“Huh?” you said and turned back to him.

“I was drunk b-but…..I wanted to-” you cut him off.

“If you were not drunk, maybe….maybe I would kiss you” you said smiling shyly and he came closer to you quickly.

Suddenly you felt something soft on your lips.

Blackinnon week day 5

SO LONG. But only because I love this prompt. Also very cheesy. Hope you enjoy it!

James and Lily’s wedding:


“You may now kiss.”


Marlene smiled at the distinct omission of the last part of the commonly used phrase, and then stood up as Sirius pulled her to her feet. They both proceeded to cheer, clap, and hoot for all they were worth. They were still going long after they’d stopped kissing, and only quelled once they realised that it was time for dinner. Marlene felt the curious glances of many guests, but didn’t stop - after all, this wasn’t Petunia’s wedding. No one was overly judgmental or unaware of how long Marlene and Sirius had waited for this day. 


She grinned as they walked to the enchanted tent, promptly taking a seat next to Lily. She surreptitiously admired her best friend. Lily wore a gown that was intricate yet simple. It had a hoop skirt and an off-the-shoulders bodice with an elegant lacework that made it look all the more pretty. Her makeup was minimal and (contrary to popular opinion) wearing her hair down made her look even more beautiful. 


Marlene glanced at James, who seemed to be gazing at his girlfriend wife with the same adoration he’d looked at her with for the past seven years. There was something different about the two of them though - Marlene couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but they both seemed more comfortable, more connected, more joyous. She wasn’t old-fashioned enough to believe that this was because of the all-powerful bond that holy matrimony now encompassed them in (please), but she couldn’t help but wonder if it was just the effect of them having the chance to take a day off to celebrate their love and revel in it. She had to admit, much like love, she could feel her skepticism about marriage lessening the longer she stared at them.


“So, Evans-” Sirius began from next to James before he was promptly silenced by his best friend.


“Potter.” James corrected. The obvious happiness on his face was almost enough to break Marlene’s heart.


“Sure, whatever.” Sirius said, although the twinkle in his eyes belied the nonchalance of his words. “Potter, how does it feel to officially be shackled to James for the rest of your life?” Lily laughed, while James looked slightly affronted.


“I guess I could have explored other options…” She began, clearly enjoying the look of alarm on her new husband’s face. “But I can’t think of a better person to be ‘shackled’ to.” She turned to James, and although her next words were supposed to be a response to Sirius, Marlene got the distinct impression that she was saying them to James. “It feels fantastic.” James grinned and captured her lips in a kiss that lasted an uncomfortably long time. Remus and Peter looked away while Marlene and Sirius communicated silently with the language of their looks.

***

“Alright, alright.” Sirius said loudly, getting to his feet and clinking his champagne glass. James and Lily broke apart, smiling and looking up at him. “Now, as the best man, I get to say a few words, and I would be very much obliged if you’d all listen.” He turned to James. “Prongs - your love for Lily has often been the bane of my existence.” James and Lily laughed and Marlene couldn’t help giggling at her boyfriend’s antics. “No, I’m not joking, honestly - the number of times I have had my shirts ruined with your tears after she rejected you is ridiculous - although that was mainly because she rejected you so many bloody times that I began to fear that James would end up alone. Despite this, however, James never gave up. Oh sure, he said he did, several times, but as the three of us-” He gestured to himself, Remus, and Peter. “-can confirm, that isn’t true. And besides - she did eventually realise that she was madly in love with him too. So maybe these two are made for each other after all. James - you’re the brother I should have had. You took a snarky, unhappy boy in first year and gave him a reason to smile. And when I lost the actual bane of my existence - my family and household home - you took me in as though there was no question of me living anywhere else. You’ve never let me feel alone or unwanted, and for that, I’m forever grateful. And Lily - you’re a magnificent human being and one of my best friends. If I didn’t love you so darn much, I would have had qualms about letting you marry Prongs, but it turns out that I’m equally as protective of you both. You both give me faith.” Sirius eyes shifted to Marlene then and she struggled to wipe her eyes as she raised an eyebrow at him. “You make me believe in love. And now, you’ve made me believe in marriage, and it is for that very reason that I know that your relationship will last forever.” He raised his glass and grinned. “To James and Lily.” 


There was a chorus of cheers and a bit of scuffling as James and Lily both got up to hug Sirius. Eventually, Sirius was once again the only one standing.
“And now, please direct your attention to my beautiful girlfriend and the maid of honour - Marlene McKinnon. Marlene could feel herself shaking a little as she stood. She picked up her glass and smiled a little.


“First of all - if any of this sounds similar to Sirius’ speech, it’s because he’s a plagiarising git.” She said, even though neither of them had seen each other’s speeches beforehand. She waited for everyone to stop chuckling and then continued. 

“Lily, my darling, you can be so incredibly stubborn.” They laughed at that. “Be it about borrowing footwear or the precise intentions of James Potter. And over time I have seen this obstinacy grow into acquiescence and then acceptance and finally approval. Because whether you saw it or not, my dear, you were always in love with James Potter, you were just too darn adamant to notice. But there’s something to be said about the fact that it was always obvious to everyone else because today, seeing you sitting in a wedding dress with that ring on your finger, nothing could be more clear - you two belong together. You always have and you always will, and that is something that is unalterable. As you both know - I haven’t had the best experience with relationships myself, and I was quite determined to grow up an old maid - I was actually quite miffed when you declined to join me, James. But you two - with your sickening cuteness and nauseatingly sweet ways, you two made me believe in love. You made me see that it isn’t just some elusive myth - it actually exists. And honestly, that’s probably the only explanation as to why Sirius and I - the most skeptical people alive - ended up together. And looking at you two right now - I-” 

She felt her voice break. She couldn’t believe she was about to say this. “I believe in marriage too.” The shocked expressions on her friends’ faces weren’t unexpected, although Sirius was looking at her quite strangely. “I’m about to start bawling so - James, you’re my childhood. Lily, you’re my sister. No two people are more perfect for each other or deserve more happiness so-” She raised her glass. “To James and Lily!” 

The cheers that followed were distracting, but her eyes didn’t move from Sirius’. She hugged James and Lily and then followed him out to the garden. 

***

He kissed her furiously as soon as she was close enough, practically lifting her off her feet. She reciprocated with just as much fervour, tangling her fingers in the hair on the nape on his neck. There was a strange quality to these kisses - not desperation or passion, but something else….It only took Marlene a few seconds to realise that it was love, mixed with tremendous joy. Sirius broke away from her lips and began to kiss every inch of her face, whispering something in a reverent voice, almost like a prayer. It was only when he reached the tip of her nose that she realised what it was.

“What did you just say?” She asked in a shocked tone. He pulled away, letting his hands drop to her waist.

“Marry me.” He said simply. Her shock must have been evident because he immediately stepped away and began rummaging through his pockets. “This isn’t extemporaneous, I swear - look, I even have a ring!” He pulled out a small blue velveteen box triumphantly. Marlene couldn’t stop her mouth from dropping open.

“What - what - how-”

“It’s a Potter family heirloom.” Sirius said proudly. “Lily has the other one, but as I recall, you like diamonds better than gold anyway.” 

“But - how did you-”

“I know you ‘Lene.” He said, lightly chucking her chin before moving away again. “Besides, how long could you resist me anyhow?” She rolled her eyes, but it didn’t matter because she was already grinning. He got down on one knee and opened the box. She held in a gasp. The ring was magnificent, and the way the light caught the diamonds made it look even more beautiful.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” Sirius stood up, put the ring on her hand, and touched her lips to hers in one smooth gesture. She twined her arms around her neck and kissed him back for all was worth, ignoring the happy tears that fell from her eyes.

***

Where do you think Sirius and Marlene are?” James asked his wife as they moved around the dance floor. She shrugged, but there was a knowing smile on her face.

“Well, it just seems quite obvious to me, there’s no knowing what a boyfriend and girlfriend get up to.” James grimaced a little.

“Or fiancees.” He said grinning. She nodded.

Oh right! Gnome story. Growing up, I used to wait for the school bus at the end of our long, long driveway. Our house was in the woods, and we didn’t have any “neighbors” that we could actually see from our door. The nearest person was Old Man Johnson, whose house was across the street from the end of our driveway. Our mailboxes faced one another, as if in standoff. Old Man Johnson - I knew him by no other name - was the nastiest, crankiest, meanest old man in our village. The first thing he told my father when he moved there was that the authentic 17th century log cabin he hand-built built on the property was “an eyesore”. When I was very small, we had a small garden near the end of our drive, planted with wildflowers. My parents noticed that every fresh bloom would be broken off, picked by children. The only children around at this time, besides myself, were Old Man Johnson’s grandkids. They did not live nearby but would visit him often, and apparently come trespassing down our drive to pluck our flowers. My parents did not mind the children, but they minded that Old Man Johnson felt entitled to allow this. One day, my father put up a sign in the flower patch, very small an unobtrusive - Pick Your Own Damn Flowers, it said. Sure enough, by that evening, there was a furious rapping on our door. Old Man Johnson was there, huffing and puffing and fuming with anger. He demanded an apology for exposing his children to such foul language. My father shrugged innocently and pointed out that it was invisible to anyone but trespassers. As I grew older and began attending school, I would wait for the bus at the end of the drive. Old Man Johnson would sit on his porch and grumble and shout at me if I made noise or seemed to be having too much fun. He’d yell at me to keep my dog on a leash in case she bit him and gave him rabies, he’d yell at me to stay out of the trees, he’d yell at me for taking walks - he just liked yelling, I guess. I learned to hate him pretty quick. Besides harassing his neighbors, Old Man Johnson liked one other thing. And that? Was garden gnomes. It started innocently enough - one or two beside his mailbox. But it spread. Soon, there were gnomes throughout his yard, on his porch, under his trees, along his fence. They eventually ceased to be lawn ornaments and became the lawn. Dozens and dozens of them, as many as three or four hundred. I don’t know where they came from - he never seemed to leave the house. Perhaps he mail-ordered them. It certainly seemed as though they were breeding, and breeding like rabbits. They weren’t even classic gnomes - the kind that are kind of charming, that you send on adventure pranks around the world, with the pointed red caps and wizened gazes. These were novelty gnomes. Each one was unique, posed in some fanciful way - wearing Hawaiian shirts, pushing lawn mowers, getting married, drinking beers, holding footballs. A whole bustling society of garden gnomes going about their lives. I began to suspect that Old Man Johnson was raising an army. What other reason did he have to fill his property with atrocious little plastic creatures? They unsettled me, and I very much wanted to kick them over. I would have, too, if not for the sign on Old Man Johnson’s mailbox that read (in large, unfriendly yellow letters) 24 HOUR VIDEO SURVEILLANCE. I don’t know why he thought he needed 24 hour video surveillance in the middle of the countryside, with nothing of value to protect - I assumed then, and still believe, that this was to discourage would-be gnome-punters like myself. I don’t think there was ever a real security system in place, but I was sure that Old Man Johnson would track me down if harm ever befell one of his precious gnomes. However, time passed, and eventually his family moved in beside him. Their mailbox expanded - as did his collection of gnomes. One winter morning, I walked to the end of the drive and waited in the dark for my bus to arrive. It was too cold and too early for Old Man Johnson to be sitting vigil on his porch, and I was a little bolder. Under the cover of pre-dawn darkness, I dashed across the road and snatched one of the gnomes from on top of his joint mailbox. It was small, relatively classic, and, I think, made of rubber. I shoved it into my backpack and went to school, my heart hammering in my chest from the adrenaline of theft. I was something of a goody two-shoes for most of my childhood, respecting rules and regulations unless I morally objected to them. The only other thing I had stolen before was a cloth egg stuffed with cotton balls from an Easter display in my kindergarten classroom. I have only intentionally stolen one other thing since - a salt shaker from an Indian restaurant, because Chandler didn’t think I would. Old Man Johnson never noticed the absence of the little gnome. His gnome army never made the attack; it actually dwindled, somehow, perhaps due to his relatives’ insistence.

Love Letters

Wrote a mushy-smutty Jonsa show!fic specifically to spite the haters.

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“I suppose I am your mistress now,” she says as she sits up in their cot, furs held up to her chest, the whiteness of her back shimmering in the candlelight. Her long, auburn hair hangs over her shoulders, down her chest and out of reach. Jon watches her in fascination. He still can not believe this had happened. Mere days ago, she’d been his sister, forbidden in the strictest sense. The woman who conjured within him desire and shame. His sweet, broken, tragic, beautiful lady sister, whose haunted blue eyes, ripe pink lips, milky skin and blood-colored hair haunted his dreams for many weeks.

Sister or no, she was the sort of lady who ought to be untouched until a worthy, doting, noble husband, could lay her gently upon a soft, grand bed, and worship every inch of her. Not the sort of woman who deserved to be bedded atop a makeshift cot within a war tent by the man she’d once called ‘Brother.’ Revelations about his parentage aside, he was still, in his mind, nothing more than a bastard soldier. He had no castles to offer her, no name. He could not even offer her his cloak at this point. For one thing, she’d made him his cloak in the first place. For another, she was still wed.

Wed to that monster, who had ruined her chances to have the life she deserved. Even now, Jon can make out the marks of that swine. The scars, some thin and white, others deep and red and long, making her back and abdomen look like she’d been mauled by a beast. He can make out the marks where the monster dug his nails in around her slim shoulders.

Not all of Sansa’s scars were from him. Before Ramsay, there was Joffrey and his Kingsguard, ready to beat her as “punishment” for her brother’s military victories. She had marks around her lower lip, across her thighs and belly where mailed fists struck her on the orders of their king. Sansa had paid the prices for both her brother’s successes and his failures. It was written on her body.

The night before, when they first fell into bed together, after they finished, they compared their scars and the stories behind them. Jon became privy to her worst pains, her worst traumas. They’d recounted their experiences, his flight from Ygritte, his battle wounds, his death. She recounted the worst of her nights with Ramsay, the worst beating of the Kingsguard.

It awakened in him dark fantasies, ones he’d never have imagined himself capable of before his death. But he now dreamed of nailing Ramsay Bolton to a wall and killing him slowly. Removing fingers, even whole hands, Gelding him, then peeling him with one of those sharp flays knives his house was so proud of, until he had the Bastard of Bolton begging for mercy. Not just him, though. His dead father, who had stabbed Robb. Walder Frey. Petyr Baelish. Meryn Trant, Boros Blount, and all the Kingsguard who struck her. Queen Cersei and her twin-lover Jaime kingslayer as well. All who had brought them to this pain.

But seeing Sansa’s porcelain skin marred this way always awakens in him his greatest passions. Passions not just for revenge, but for her. He wants, desperately, for her to feel all the pleasure and love she deserved, to wash away the pain, if possible,

At a certain point, before even the revelation about his heritage, Sansa Stark stopped being his sister and became a survivor, a woman of strength and power and beauty. One begging to have her pain counteracted with the sort of love she deserves.

Jon wishes he could give it to her, but not now. Now he can only make love to her in a tent, on a cot, on campaign. And try to please her as much as possible. To kiss, caress, and love away any and every inch of pain that he can.

It’s hard to do that, in a war tent, in the middle of winter, traveling from castle to castle, trying to raise an army. When the nights are so dark and they can barely light enough candles to see one another, when they’re trying to block out the cold, and position themselves on this small bed.

She never complains. Indeed, more than once she’s giggled as they tried to reposition themselves within the confined space of the cot. She often burrows into that place between his arm and chest, sometimes resting her face upon his chest and sighing contentedly. She likes the closeness, that is clear. He hadn’t expected that. He had expected the smell of him to repel her.

Now she sits up, though, and says this odd thing. “I suppose I am your mistress, now.”

She tosses her head then, laughing, tossing some of that red hair over her shoulder to cascade down her back. “Or paramour, as they would say in Dorne. What did you call Ygritte?”

She knows all about Ygritte at this point.

Jon shrugs, “I was her man, she was my woman. That was as close as we got to naming it.”

“I imagine such a title would be inappropriate for a woman married to another. Perhaps you are my man, but unfortunately, the law still claims me as Lady Bolton.” She sighs then, and hugs herself.

Jon sits up, wrapping his arms about her and settling his chin atop her shoulder. “That shall change. You belong to no one but yourself, regardless. And I am yours.”

She turns her head back to kiss him briefly. “Then I am yours as well. Your what, though… Lover, I suppose. Paramour. Mistress.”

“Lady Love.” Jon says, chuckling a bit. “Though I admit, our tryst is not quite as courtly as a lady like you deserves.”

At this he pulls away, takes her hand, and has her turn to look him in the eyes. “And I am sorry for that. You deserve better. When we get Winterfell back, before I leave for the Wall, I promise… You’ll be courted and honored the way a lady like you deserves. As soon as Ramsay is dead, I’ll wed you before the gods of the First Men and treat you as a man should treat his lady love.”

She blushes then. “Walks in the glass gardens, love notes, those sorts of things?”

“I’m no poet, but I believe I could manage a letter.”

“Then why not start with those now? Write me a love letter, Jon Targaryen.”

“It is too dark at the moment.” He says, laughing and wondering when he’d find the time or the paper to use to write love letters. They barely had enough to issue missives or catalogue supplies.

“Alright then, recite one to me.” She says, lying back again on the cot, dropping the furs and reaching back. She is a lovely image, her hair cascading about the pillow. Jon swallows.

“My beloved Sansa, you are so beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Oh?” She asks playfully, “and how would you know? Have you seen all the women in the world?”

“No,” Jon replies, blushing, “but I know that when I see that auburn hair of yours, that no other color or softness could ever compete. And I know your eyes are exactly what I want from eyes. Their color, their size, their shape, is all so perfect, and could not be matched. The same can be said for your lips, your teeth, and your skin. Your legs are longer than most, long enough to be perfect. And shaped beautifully.” He smiles then and begins to lean down, “Then there is your bosom, so full and pink-tipped–” he pauses to run his tongue over her right nipple. Eliciting a gasp and an arched back from her. “No better breasts could exist. No better legs, no better eyes, lips, skin, or hair, nor could they be brought together in a more perfect combination. And they can only be perfect attached to the clever, fierce, kind woman before me.”

At this, he kisses her mouth, long and deep. Only when he breaks away for breath does he speak, “I know no other woman can compare, and so I know you are the most beautiful, for all of these reasons. And because I love you.”

“That is quite a fine love letter, my lord,” Sansa murmurs as Jon begins working his mouth down her neck, collarbone, and chest. “A pity I do not have it on paper.”

Jon stops just above the coarse curls around her sex and smiles. “I will try to recreate it at the first opportunity, but allow me to make up for the lack of writing with another little favor, My Lady.”

You Make That Choice

So this person kept talking about “zoodles” and I was like, what the hell is this? I learned that “zoodles” were zucchini noodles and that you could make “noodles” out of many fruits and vegetables. Are beet noodles BOODLES? LOL!

I hate zucchini but I was urged to give it a try. I bought a “spiralizer,” a kitchen device that will make fake fruit and vegetable noodles. It is a medieval looking contraption I left in its box for about a month and a half. Today, I was urged to try these mysterious “zoodles” once more and I could put it off no longer. I had zucchini, having acquired the dreaded vegetable days earlier and procrastinated the consumption thereof. I could procrastinate no longer. 

Anyway, zucchini makes me laugh because it is pretty phallic. See also: cucumbers and certain carrots. I spent a lot of time looking at the zucchini and fondling them and being desperately immature. Then, as the instruction manual instructed I PREPARED the zucchini by chopping off the ends. Heh. CHOP CHOP CHOP!

I went to a psychic recently. I didn’t think it was my thing but anyway, for reasons, there I was in this new age shop that was so new age and everyone was friendly and had flowing hair and flowing skirts and peasant shirts and they were maybe braless and smiling all the time, and it was confusing. Is this heaven, I wondered. 

When I saw the psychic, she asked, “What questions do you have for me?” At this point in my life, I only have one question. I mean, I have many questions but there is only one I want answered. The rest of my questions will answer themselves in time and those questions aren’t precarious or tender. 

 The psychic encounter was fascinating, affirming. She told me to basically stay the course I am on, which I was already going to do, but she had lots of smart, wise advice and showed me some things I do that I should stop doing because they are futile. This is all sort of vague but regardless, I tried something new. It was interesting. Nothing is promised, no matter what spirituality you believe in. I guess that’s how faith works. You believe despite every reason you shouldn’t. You believe even when it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You believe because you want to. You make that choice. I am finally starting to understand faith after so many years of having none. 

To make the “zoodles” I placed each zucchini in the contraption and then turned the handle, TURN TURN TURN, and zoodles came out on the other end. I was probably doing something wrong because few of my zoodles came out long and elegant. Mostly they were stubby little slivers but fine, whatever. I will try to make the zoodles better next time. 

I’ve been spending a lot of time in that city. I’ve been taking meetings with actual fancy people. These are the kinds of meetings where nothing means anything until it does. I hope eventually this will all mean something. 

Unexpectedly, I have found a city where actually want to live. I wonder if I will have the courage to allow myself to be happy. Time will tell.

There are these moments when everything is perfect, ordinary but perfect and by perfect I just mean, very good, real, tough, true. In these moments, I think, someday, it might always be like this and my heart fills my chest. I can breathe easier. 

I am not patient. But I am trying. It’s not all about me, apparently. 

I added tomatoes to the zoodles. I love tomatoes. 

About ten days ago, something upset me and I had a sad little evening in a hotel room and I forced myself to reevaluate my life. Early mid-life crisis? When I came out on the other side I was reaffirmed. Then, later, a friend told me to make a list of what I want in the here and now and I’ve made that list. It is a modest list, I think. And it is extravagant because I so rarely admit what I want. I am not used to believing that I am allowed to want, that I am worthy of desires. 

I also added some fresh basil, corn, and scallions. I pretended I was like Ina and going out to my garden to get these ingredients but no, they came from my refrigerator. I don’t have a house in the Hamptons and a gorgeous herb garden. Alas. 

My stomach continues to give me fits. When I don’t eat, I feel fantastic. I didn’t eat yesterday and when I woke up this morning, I was like, I BELIEVE I CAN FLY!!!! Then, I went out to lunch with a new friend and was like, “The end cannot come soon enough.”

But uhhh, one has to eat to like, survive. I’m starting to track the foods that set me off. Dairy is a mess, unless I take Lactaid and even then. All too often when I eat, I’m fine and then I’m not and my stomach hurts so badly and I can’t hardly walk or think straight. I start sweating buckets, like literally. It’s not a sustainable thing. I’ve seen doctors. I’ve had tests and tests (I don’t have celiac disease, etc etc etc) and the doctors tell me there’s nothing wrong beyond mild gastritis. 

But. This is not all in my head. I know this is not in my head. Someone gave me the name of a great stomach doctor in the city I spend like, half my time in these days so I am going to see that doctor when I can. I don’t know that anything will come of it. I can only have so much faith. After years of stomach pain, I’m starting to resign myself to always being in pain. Anyway, whatever. Bodies are stupid.

I made a vinaigrette–white balsamic vinegar, olive oil, salt and pepper, and then I tossed it all together, TOSS TOSS TOSS. 

I’m starting with a new personal trainer. I don’t have any grand pronouncements. I just have some reasons I want to be fitter and this is one of the strategies I am employing. There are others. We’ll see how it goes. Or, more honestly, we will see if I stop sabotaging myself with my emotional bullshit so that I can finally, FINALLY, live my life to the fullest. 

Let me tell you about this trifling thing I do. I will partially empty my dishwasher and then add new dishes and run the cycle with both clean and dirty dishes. There are some glasses in the top rack that are beyond clean. They’ve been up there for months, just getting washed every once in a while. See, I’m not used to having a dishwasher. I normally wash dishes by hand. Sometimes I don’t have time so I just put the dishes in the dishwasher and the machine takes care of them. The future is magic. BUT. I hate emptying the dishwasher SO MUCH, and thus, this trifling cycle. I am not so good at adulting.

This turned out pretty well. It felt very “summery” and “healthy.” I ate some steak with it, now that I am back on the meat wagon. I kept thinking, “UGH I AM EATING ZUCCHINI” which was challenging but when I pretended I wasn’t eating zucchini I was able to swallow and not think this was disgusting. This dish was actually pretty good. I looked at the little meal I made for myself tonight and thought, “I’d do me. I am a fucking catch.” 

Surprise! - Calum Hood Imagine

Requested by anonymous (I didn’t proofread this, so sorry for any mistakes.)

“My flight just landed.” I texted Luke as I walked to the baggage carrier to get my bags. I got my stuff and set them down when my phone buzzed.

“Dave should be around there somewhere. Remember to keep the hat and sunglasses on so you don’t get caught.” I rolled my eyes as I’ve heard that at least a hundred times the past week.

I looked around and saw Dave not so discretely leaning against the black van. I smiled, not sure how no one noticed the big guy, and started to walk toward him.

“Hey, Y/N!” He smiled, and I returned it. “Hi, Dave!” He grabbed my bags and put them in the trunk then we both got in the car.

Calum and I have been dating for almost a year. It’ll be out one year anniversary in two days. The boys have been on tour for the last 3 months, and I haven’t seen him since. My best friend in the band, Luke, decided to help me surprise him on tour. He said Cal had been moping around recently, talking about how much he missed me and how he wished he could be with me for our one year. He said he was tired of hearing it, and he’d rather see us all lovey dovey instead of moping.

The boys had a show in New Your. Tonight, Madison Square Garden, to be exact. I was so proud of them, and how far they’ve made it. The show starts soon, and thankfully MSG isn’t too far from the airport. It’ll give me enough time to get in, hide, change, and then surprise Calum with (hopefully) no one but Luke and Dave knowing.

We pulled up to the back of the arena, and thankfully, no one was there except for a security guard who knew who Dave was. He let us in and Dave took me to the room I’d be hiding in then went to grab my bags.

“Here.” I texted Luke, not wanted to say anything else in case Calum or someone else had his phone. Dave came back in with my bags and I thanked him before walking to the little bathroom they had. Such an odd room.

I got changed into black ripped jeans, a black “Hood 96” tee, and a pair of converse. I brushed my hair and put on my 5sos Safety Pin SnapBack.

I walked out and checked my phone seeing a text from Luke.

“Alright. We’re getting ready to go on. You know what to do. Just stay with Dave.” I turned on the little tv they had and watched as the boys came on stage. Dave sat next to me and we watched the show together until they started Waste The Night, knowing it was time to go.

I followed Dave out of the room and to the stage que, keeping my head down in case there was any fans or anyone who knew me.

Suddenly everything slowed down and Invisible started playing. They were all on stage, but the spotlight was on Calum as all of the lights were dimmed. He had on black jeans and his blue Main shirt.

“Who am I? Who am I? invisible.” Was my que to go out as the music started to get progressively louder. I walked out and the crowd went crazy realizing who I was. It was hard to see, but I could tell the others had realized it was me. Calum still hadn’t turned around and kept playing. I stood behind him and mouthed the lyrics along with him.

“I can’t escape, it’s too late.” He sang the last note and pulled back from the mic, his back hitting my front. He turned around and his eyes went wide, immediately taking his guitar off and throwing his arms around me. I smiled widely and hugged back as the crowd went nuts. I was actually one of the rare girlfriends that the fans actually liked. Probably because I was just a normal fan of the boys at one point. It probably gave them hope that they had a chance with one of the other boys.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” He explained as he pulled away, a grin on his face. I didn’t even have a chance to reply before he smashed his lips to mine. I almost forgot how they tasted since I haven’t felt his lips on mine in 3 months.

I kissed back, the kiss slow and passionate. His lips tasted minty, like he just had gum before he got on stage. There was a lingering taste of cigarettes left as well. An awkward cough into a mic is what broke us apart.

“Alright, as cute as this is, we have a show to perform.” Luke said.

“Yeah. If it goes on any longer I might throw up from the cuteness.” Michael added, making everyone laugh.

“Wait for me in our dressing room.” Calum mumbled as he pecked me on the lips once more before I walked backstage. When I got to the dressing room Dave was already there with my bags. Luke probably told him to bring them here afterwards. The show continued and Calum had a grin on his face the rest of the show. They came off stage once before going back on for the encore.

The door busted open and before I knew it I was being lifted up in the air. I giggled as he spun me around before putting me back on my feet.

“I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I’m so happy to be here.”

“You’re welcome.” Luke said cockily.

“This was all you?” Calum asked.

“Yup. I was tired of seeing you moping around, so I bought her a ticket in. She’ll be touring with us for the next two weeks, and then she has to go home. So she’ll be here for your anniversary.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome C-Dizzle.” Calum laughed and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I Never Told You

Request: Hello, sweetheart! I would like to request a 10. with Derek from the one-line prompt list! c:

10. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Authors Note: I’ve been SO excited to write this one, thank you anon for sending this and THANK YOU to @derekhaleimagines for inspiring me :) (seriously after you’ve read this you should SO check her out)

Warnings: Angst; implied breakup; major soppiness; ovary explosion may occur  

Word Count: 1,590

As always, requests are open! :)

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It’s funny how slight shifts in interactions can change how you are as a person.

For example, how if I were to stop any and all interactions with my younger sister Cora, I would either A) Rip someones throat out with worry or B) Drive all night to make sure she was safe. However, if I was to stop any and all interactions with Stiles, I would either A) Have less headaches or B) Have more headaches worrying about whether he’d got himself killed yet. 

Probably both.

But when you stop having interactions with someone you once shared everything with…Well, that’s something different all together.

Chimneys fall and lovers blaze, thought that I was young. Now I’ve freezing-’

Stupid radio,” I mutter, shutting it off as I fix my gaze on Lydia making her way up the garden path. Her garden was like a shrunken paradise, wildflowers spilling out of neatly kept beds and sunflowers growing so high you’d believe they were the sun itself. 

Y/N always loved gardening, it was one of the many things we would argue about. It was always the same argument, the same phrases leaving our lips in the same order. 

Why do you have to do that today? The pack-’

‘Because I care about it Derek! Just like you care about the pack!’

She always smelled of flowers, she loved them so much she opened Beacon Hills’ most popular flower shop. She’d bring home the ones that were left after she brought new ones from the market in the city, somehow reviving the limp flowers that looked beyond saving.

But yet she always did, every time that I doubted her she always did.

My eye snapped into focus as I heard Lydia say her goodbyes. Y/N was lingering against the door frame, her full body bracing itself against the cold weather in nothing but all too familiar boxers and vest. Was she asking for a cold? I shifted in my seat, longing to be wrapping my arms around her waist before kissing her freckled shoulders.

I had to wait until Lydia was gone before I could make my move. If I tried to speak to Y/N with her there I wouldn’t get very far, despite the age difference there had always been a sort of bond between Y/N and the pack.

She was the matriarch, and you were the patriarch but you messed that up. Just like you always do.

I had to talk to her.

Grabbing the handle I locked the car, storming my way over to her house before I could give myself the chance to back out like a coward. As soon as I was at her garden gate you could smell the flowers, the familiar scent invading my senses before I could brace myself.

I nearly crushed the gate under my palm as I forced it away. I could hear her inside, she was pottering about as usual. I couldn’t help but notice how there was a wilting rose on her rose bush, or how there were the start of weeds growing in-between her peonies and lavenders. All too soon I was facing her front door. I didn’t need to knock, I could only just hear her breathing on the other side of the door. Only just hear her over my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

“Y/N,” I croaked, my fingers brushing the door “Y/N I know you can hear me.”

I can hear you trying to silence your cries with your hands.

I clamped my eyes shut at the thought of her crying and braced my forearm against the doorway. “Please, I just want to talk.” 

“I don’t think there’s anything left to say,” Her breath was shaking from the tears.

“I have plenty to say to you-”

“Derek I can’t-”

“Just let me in, Y/N.” Silence. “Please.” I pleaded.

Click.

I dropped my gaze down to the door handle, hope rising in my chest. She would be in the kitchen, that’s where we would always go when we needed to talk. She’d sit on the counter, and I’d make her hot coco with all the trimmings in her favourite mug, and she’d always get cream on her nose and-

Stop it. You don’t have that anymore. Stop it.

I kicked off my boots in the hall, not wanting to tread dirt into the house since I heard her chiding Lydia earlier. I placed them neatly next to her ballet pumps, the size difference dropping another weight into my stomach.

She was there, right where I knew she would be sat with her knees folded beneath her and her fingers splayed in her lap, waiting patiently. It took everything I had to not run over to her and just show her how I feel. 

But I didn’t. Instead, I walked in calmly with my mothers words ringing through my head with every step. ‘Be a swan. Stay calm on the surface, but paddle like hell underneath the water.’

I sat myself down in my usual seat at the breakfast bar. I’d rehearsed this a million times, played this exact scene over in my mind more with every possible outcome dissected down to every moment. But now? Now I’m lost for words.

“Y/N,” I started, my hand rubbing over my stubble.

Don’t Y/N me Derek,” She spat, “Don’t think you can just waltz back in and say ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘we can fix this’ cause we can’t, okay? I thought we’d covered that last time. We just-” She sighed and shook her head, “we just want different things.” She mumbled.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t do much but sit like an idiot and just watch her every movement. 

“I never told you enough when we were together,” I started, “and I need to say it before I go and then I swear I won’t bother you anymore if that’s what you really want.”

Without giving her a chance to object I sucked in a breath and ploughed on.

“I never told you all the things I should have. I never told you how I loved the way that you care for the pack like a mother. I never told you how I loved how brave you were to cut off your long hair so you could donate it, and I loved how you didn’t care what people thought of it.” I smiled, “And I loved how secretly  you cared so much, but you cared what you thought more.”

“How you love your flowers so much that you opened up a flower shop, or how you have a talent for making even the ugly ones look beautiful.”

“Hey, none of my flowers are ugly.” She sniffed.

I fidgeted on the edge of my seat. “How I love it when you do that silly face just to prove to everyone that I can smile. How I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. How I only really smile around you, how you can make me smile without doing anything.”

“I love how you accepted me,” I stood up, “how you know everything that I’ve done in the past and how you didn’t care.”

She let out a sob as I slowly started to pad over to her.

“I love, how you put me in my place when I’m being an ass.”

“You’re an ass most of the time.” She spoke quietly, her eyes fixing on her knees.

“I love how you can hold your own,” I gulp, “how I can’t imagine my life anymore without you in it.” My hands start to shake, “how I can’t imagine not kissing you everyday-”

“Derek-”

I placed my hands either side of her thighs, her tear soaked lashes batting her cheeks.

“How I can’t imagine not having kids with you, having our first baby.” More tears were falling now as she scrunched her eyes up, her head falling forwards to rest against mine. “How I can’t imagine wanting a family with anyone but you.” I continued as my voice got thicker and my eyes blurrier, “How I just want you, Y/N.” 

I lifted my hands to rest on her thighs, just as her small hands circled my wrists. God she was so beautiful, even with her eyes puffy and cheeks red she was gorgeous. 

“I knew from the moment I saw you,” My voice dropped, my own eyes growing red from the saltiness “from the first moment I saw you I knew I was in for the long run.” My voice was shaking now, my emotions betraying me.

“But y-y-you said…you said that-” 

“Yeah I know but I’m an ass who doesn’t know how to keep something great when they have it,” I mumbled, grinning at her small smile.

She laughed quietly between us, her tiny hands moving up my arms to rest either side of my neck while mine settled in the valley of her waist.

“So,” she sniffed, her pulse quickening.

“So,” I muttered, watching as her eyes flickered down to my lips and her tongue darting out to wet hers.

“Does this mean-”

We moved in closer.

“Yeah…” I whispered, our eyes half lidded.

“Hmmm?” She hummed, the vibrations flowing through me as our lips connected halfway. I’d gone too long without her, like how the sun goes too long without seeing the moon, always each just missing the other but finally, we were the perfect eclipse.

More Than Friends, Brothers [Phancest] (10/12)

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(A lot of people kind of already noticed what’s going to happen next ?! also if you’ve read my other fanfics you may see some things i’ve already mentioned in other ficS or some similar stuff but i didnt have the time to be creative ok fuck off)

Warnings: Incest. mentions of alcohol and drug usage

A/N: why do i enjoy writing about crazy teenage parties so much Google Search

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“Okay what is it? Should I be scared?”

“Nope, I just want to let you know that you’re going out with me and my friends tonight.” He sounded confident.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“I’m not. You never go out, Phil. You have no friends and that’s bad you know? I don’t want you to stay inside all the time and I don’t think it’s fair that I always hang out and you don’t. You have to give my friends a chance, I know they’re younger and blahblahblah but it could be fun?”

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