doodling on the back of an envelope

Title: Pain of Parting
Character: Jonathan Byers
A/n: I loved jonathan so much during the first season, his character was really interesting so I decided to write somethin’ for him. I guess we could call this angst so there’s your warning if that’s not your jam.

“Do you have to go?” Jonathan asked as he sat cross-legged on your bed, chin in his hands as he watched you move clothes from your closet to a large suitcases that laid open at the foot of your mattress.

“You know I have to,” You told him as you met his gaze with a smile. “My family always insists that we go up to the lakehouse every odd summer. We haven’t been up there in over three years. So yes, I do.”

Jonathan got quiet, his hands were busy pulling at loose peices of string that had been caught on one of your blankets.

You looked up from your folding and noticed the sad expression on his face. You’d known him for a handful of years, and you knew he wasn’t very much of a people person. Apart from you, he didn’t have many close friends.

You set aside your clothes and sat down beside him. “You shouldn’t be sad, I’m only going to be gone until August,” You told him, reaching up and running your hands through his hair. “You can phone me whenever you’d like, and I’ll write to you. Two months and I’ll be right back

Jonathan moved his head to your shoulder, his eyes closing whenever you continued to play with his hair. “Really?”

You looked down at him. “Have I ever let you down before?”


Jonathan stopped over by your house the day you were supposed to leave, he wanted a chance to say goodbye.

You were already out in the drive away, helping your dad figure out a way to put all the suitcases into the trunk of the car.

“Here, I’m gonna get a few more things from the house. Maybe your mother will be better at this.” Your dad said, giving you a small tap on the nose before jogging inside.

You brushed off your hands on your overalls before you looked over and saw Jonathan awkwardly standing to the side with his hands in his pockets.

“Jonathan!” You called, waving him over. “Come to say bye?”

Jonathan nodded, shifting his weight back and forth as he tried to think of what to say. “I already said it, but I’m gonna miss you.”

You smiled at him. “Don’t be like that, when I come back you talk my ear off about all the stuff you did and we’ll still have all of August to hang out.”

Jonathan met your gaze and he reached out to pull you into a hug.

You laughed and returned his embrace, pulling away as you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” You told him, taking a step back towards your car.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you.” He told you with a wave.

You waved back before turning on your heel.

You walked about five paces before Jonathan called you back.

You went to turn around but Jonathan was already there, and before you could even process anything he bent down and gave you a quick kiss.

“Bye.” Jonathan said once he pulled away and quickly made a run for it down the street while you watched him with wide eyes.


“Jonathan!” Joyce called as she entered the house, her hands busy shuffling through the mail she collected. “You have something from (Y/n)!”

Jonathan came quickly out of his room, only coming to a halt whenever he was in front of his mother. “Yes?”

Joyce looked up at her son and smiled, she handed him a letter and a cardboard box. “These are for you.”

Jonathan took them and a bright smile showed up on his face as he looked down at them. “Thanks.”

He hurried back into his room, setting the box aside on his nightstand before he tore apart the envelope.

You wrote about how nice the lakehouse was, how pretty the scenery was and about all the little adventures you and your family had so far on your trip.

Jonathan noticed you had drawn small doodles of rabbits and frogs all over the paper, they were even painted with the set of watercolors he had given you on your birthday.

He saved up for them for months, and it showed by how proud he was when he gave it to you and saw that you loved it.

“I sent along a box as well,” Jonathan read as he looked over and grabbed it, taking a minute to tear off the tape, he looked inside to find a small collection of things.

“The pencils are for Will, he had given me some of his drawings to keep and I thought he might like these. The earrings are for your mum, and be sure to tell her that I insist she accept them, she deserves it.

I’ve got you a gift as well, but I plan to give it to you in person.

Lots of love,”


Everyday after that, Jonathan had made it a habit to ask his mother if there was a letter from you.

“Anything from (Y/n)?”

“Did (Y/n) send a letter today?”

You would send at least one every week, but he still felt the need to ask just in case.

Until one day he noticed about two weeks had passed without word from you. Joyce would come home and gently let him know there was nothing, but reasoned the post was just being slow or you were busy with your family.

And at first Jonathan understood, he thought it was a reasonable explanation, so he stopped worrying about it.

Jonathan was driving home from picking a few things up from the grocery store for his mom, but he drove by your house and noticed that your family car was parked in the driveway.

You would have called to let him know you were coming home early, you probably would’ve gone to his house yourself if wasn’t late.

His curiosity was peaked, and he parked his car across the street before ringing your doorbell.

“Hello?” Your sister answered the door, and Jonathan was slightly taken back by her appearance.

Her eyes were puffy and red, she looked like she’d been crying for hours.

“Oh Jonathan, it’s you.” She said as she sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her shirt sleeve.

“Yeah uh, is (Y/n) here?” He asked, slightly alarmed by how distressed she looked.

If possible, her face got even more somber. “I guess it’s best to just tell you, but…” She broke off into a small series of sobs before continuing. “We were up at the lakehouse, and her and dad went out on the boat. No one knows what’s happened to them but they’ve been missing for a couple days.”

It took Jonathan a few moments to register what she was saying, and he was surprised by his lack of reaction.

“Of course, we don’t want to assume the worst, but no one can find them and it’s been days.” She said with a vacant laugh before shaking her head. “Wait here for a moment.”

Jonathan watched her disappear into the house, trying to understand why his mind was going blank at a time when he should feel sad or angry even.

But he didn’t.

“She mentioned that this was for you,” Your sister said once she returned. “She seemed pretty proud of it.” There was that sad laugh again as she held a wrapped package out to him.

“I’m so sorry,” Jonathan said, taking it from her.

Your sister nodded, her hand was now covering her mouth as tears piled up at the edges of her eyes. “She was very fond of you, talked about you a great deal.”

Jonathan looked up at her. “I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t think of anything else to say.


Jonathan drove home in silence.

He didn’t even turn the radio on.

When he stepped through his front door he was met with more silence, Joyce must have been working late again.

Jonathan closed his door whenever he went inside, his eyes remaining fixated on your present to him.

He didn’t want to open it.

You told him you wanted to give it to him in person.

You told him you were going to come back.

Why didn’t you come back?

Jonathan’s hands were tearing away at the wrapping before he registered what he was doing. He then pulled out a leather sketchbook, he could vaguely remember times whenever you’d come over to his house and you’d be doodling around in it, refusing to show him the end results.

He undid the leather straps that kept it closed, and flipped through the first couple of pages.

He wasn’t surprised to find several pencil sketches of various animals, rabits and little mice in particular. Some of them were life-like while others were dressed in little jackets and hats, having tea parties by a river.

Jonathan moved to sit on the edge of his bed, despite the whirl of emotions going through his head, he found himself smiling.

To his surprise, the next pages were filled with portraits. Some were of him, others were of Will or even Joyce, they were all smiling in each of them.

He spent the next couple of minutes going through the rest of it, and he found himself growing disappointed whenever he was reaching the end.

On the very last page, there was a small handwritten note instead.

“I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I thought you’d like to have it once it was finished.

I know you’re not a fan of pictures of yourself, but I hope you won’t mind a few sketches.

All my love xx

You always had nice handwriting, it was always in cursive.

Suddenly, a wet spot appeared onto the page, Jonathan didn’t even realize it until it started smudging your signiture.

Another one showed up on the corner of the page, and he brought his hand up to realize tears were falling freely from his eyes.

A few tears slowly turned into sobs, then he was laying on the side of his bed, holding your sketchbook tightly against his chest while he cried.

Why didn’t you come back?

“This doesn’t concern you,” she snaps heatedly, “You’ve never cared before, what makes me think you’d care now?” Silence follows her words, and Mikasa scoffs, stung even as she expects nothing less. She turns to leave.

She’s surprised, however, when she’s suddenly jerked back, arms enveloping her from behind. Mikasa stiffens, too startled to resist- because in all the years she’s known him, never once has Levi touched her so openly, nor intimately. He leans into her, pressing closely. He sighs, and she feels his breath ghost over her skin.

“I care,” he murmurs quietly into her shoulder, “much more than you think.”


Rivamika doodle, and drabble :)

do you think about me [like i think about you] (jane/kurt drabble + #bspromptchallenge)

project: @blindspothiatusproject 30 day gif/fanfic prompt challenge

day 28. locker room/patterson’s lab/kurt’s office/meeting room/the nyo

A/N: title from Carrie Underwood.


do you think about me [like i think about you]

It started the first day they went back to work, about a week after taking down Sandstorm.

They had arrived at the office together that morning before having to separate for the majority of the day. Kurt went right into administrative meetings and Jane had been sent by Hirst to deal with the paperwork required for her to stay, both in New York and at the FBI.

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pluto-support  asked:

Do you have any tips for keeping a journal? (I saw some pictures of yours, at least I think it's a journal haha)

not a ton of good ones!! but a few haha:

1.) post it notes!!! i like to write my thoughts and the time on them, then i can put them wherever i feel in my journal!

2.) i make a lot of lists! bucket lists and stuff but more so like, ,. favrite rocks!!! and colors! and herbs and stuff too

3.) also i like to draw plants and smol doodles

4.) don’t worry about it to much! a bad page isn’t going to hurt your journal , and focus more on how it makes you feel then if it’s pretty or tumblr worthy. lots of my pages are only text or really bad bus doodles!

5.) i’ll save lots of scraps too that i enjoy and keep them in a lil envelope in the back of my journal, that way I can use them whenever!

I often draw simple, seasonal doodles on the envelopes of the letters I send to a friend. I am a wretched artist, but my little illustrations make her smile, and that’s more than worth making a bit of a fool out of myself.

I am currently in the very nascent stages of teaching myself how to do simple hand-lettering because I think it looks really cool, and more importantly, it can be done without using any materials that would cause the prison’s mailroom staff to deem the envelope contraband. (like glue, glitter, crayon, stickers, or marker.)

After much practice (and cussing) here is the back of an envelope which I added a bit of lettering to so it would look SLIGHTLY less like a preschool art project. I’m proud of how the lettering turned out!

BTS Reaction: You drawing them while they sleep.

Thank you so much for your request! I’m glad you’ve liked my work so far, I hope this lives up to your expectations. <3 Further requests and feedback can be sent here.


Jungkook would be a little flustered that you were drawing him sleeping, all messy-haired with that little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. “Aish, pabo, can’t you draw me when I look good?” However, when he saw how talented you were, he’d get really excited and pull out his own collection and share his own experiences with drawing.
“Can I draw you now?”


When Jin opened his eyes and he saw you sitting next to him on the bed with your little notebook and a pencil forcefully going at it, he’d figured you were drawing. He tried to pretend he was still sleeping, opening his right eye slightly so that he could look at you through his bangs. You were focused with your tongue between your lips, your eyes shifting from his lips to the paper.
“Do I look beautiful?” He’d tease, caressing his own cheek and fluttering his eyes with that dumb, smug look on his face.
You’d blush and pull your notebook to your chest, but he’d just pull you in and kiss you before grabbing the notebook.
“Jagiya, this is really good! You should draw me some more.”
You didn’t want to admit how often you’d drawn him while cooking, brushing his teeth and similar activities, so you just blushed at the sight of his impressiveness.


You weren’t even at home when you had grabbed your paper to draw sleeping Jimin. You had joined them at practice, watching them perfect their new choreography before their manager told them to take a break. Jimin was exhausted as he walked over to you and threw himself on the big bunk of bags and jackets.
“I’ll just take a little nap.” He muttered and smiled with his eyes closed.
All the little lines on his face captivated you as you began drawing him. When he woke up to the sight of you gently drawing what looked like strands of hair, he immediately rushed to see what you were drawing.
“Y/N, what’s this? You never told me you could draw!”
He’d be so excited, showing the drawing to both the other BTS members and the crew while you hid your face in your palms. He wouldn’t stop talking about it and as they began dancing he’d yell something along the lines of “Can you draw me now? Draw me now!”
“Jimin, you’re dancing…”
“Draw me now, I look cool!”
“Jimin, this is too fast…”
“Draw me, Y/N!”


You were relaxing in the living room with his feet in your lap when you noticed that Hoseok had fallen asleep during your Netflix marathon. The movie was boring anyway, so you decided to pull your notebook out and start drawing Hoseok. You had almost finished the drawing when he woke up and asked you what you were doing in his sultry, after-nap voice. You embarrassingly admit that you were drawing when he got up in the speed of a lightning, grabbing the notebook out of your hands.
“Wow!” he’d burst out.
“That looks like me, but better?”
You laughed and denied, particularly the ‘better’-part. He’d continue praising you for the longest time, hanging all your drawings in his room. He’d kept one special one that you’d drawn of the two of you as the sun and moon in his wallet.


You were with Namjoon in his room as he’d just taken a break from producing. He threw himself across you and was quick to fall asleep. You had already finished the drawing and had moved on to some slight coloring as he woke up to see your brows all furrowed and your mouth all small and tight.
“What’s up, baby girl? Did I fall asleep?”
“Only for 45 minutes now.”
“Oh shit.”

He’d get up and sit back in the chair, you exhaling all relieved that he didn’t see your drawing.
“Wait, what were you doing?”
You’d hesitate, but you’d show him the drawing and he was both flustered that you had drawn him, but also incredibly impressed.
“Y/N, wow! You should do some concept art for us or you could draw the album cover and we could have it digitalized or you could…”
“Oppa, I’m not that good…”
“Are you kidding me, this is even better than Jungkook’s drawings!”


It was late in the night and Yoongi was asleep next to you. You couldn’t sleep for the life of you and after a good hour of taking in his beauty and his features in the dark, you thought you’d tire yourself out by drawing. You didn’t even mean to draw him, but he was there and beautiful and laced within your heart. You were trying not to be noisy, but when you re-adjusted and accidentally pushed over an empty glass from the nightstand, Yoongi was quick to wake up.
“Y/N? What happened?”
“Sorry, I pushed the glass over, it’s fine.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
He’d reach his arm out to pull you next to him as he felt the corner of the notebook poke his stomach.
“What’s this?”
When he saw what you had drawn, he’d sit up and be in awe. He wouldn’t even focus too much on the drawing of him, but rather go through all of your drawings as you blushed and cringed next to him.
“I didn’t even know you could draw, Y/N. This could be in an art exhibit.”
“Don’t be silly.”
The rest of the night would be spent pillow talking about how you got into drawing, what kinds of drawing you liked to do, why you hadn’t pursued an art career and so forth. He’d be really practical and curious in his way of expressing that he was impressed, rather than flustered and loud.


You were in the tour bus with BTS when they had all fallen asleep strangely intertwined with each other, Taehyung enveloped between you and Jungkook. You were drawing him all messily in Jungkook’s arms when he woke up to the notebook poking his thighs. He’d smile at you as he watched you through his bangs, thinking that you were doodling or writing. He’d watch you like that for a while until he noticed how your eyes kept shifting back and forth. He’d lift his upper body so that he was sitting upright, looking at you and down on your paper.
“Jagiya, is that me?”
You’d blush and try to retreat, but he’d grabbed the paper and would be silently impressed until he became super loud about it.
“Guys look, Y/N drew this! Wow Jagiya, this is so amazing!”
He’d be so excited about it and although he’d definitely ask you to draw him more, he’d also just include it in your daily life, taking pictures of beautiful scenery or cute puppies and texting you about how he’d think it would be beautiful if you drew it.

you give me something to think about (chapter 2)

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Summary: Trini has no plans for the future, no idea of what she’s going to do after she leaves school. All that’s left is to enjoy the last year she has left.

And oh, what a year it will be.

The Slowburn Hogwarts AU that no one asked for.

Trini barely leaves the dorm for the next two days, preferring to sit moodily in the common room as she attempts to finish her assignments. She makes it to all of her classes, but she hardly pays any attention, her thoughts too caught up in replaying the humiliation of that morning. It’s fine, she desperately tries to tell herself, I’ll just practice somewhere else. Besides, he’s probably forgotten all about it by now. Stupid boy. It feels too forced to be genuine, and her body is tense like it’s stuck in that gut-wrenching moment where Zack swooped up to steal the snitch right from in front of her.

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Accidental Romance - Special {Charming Daddy}

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 Special

Special – Charming Daddy

Gigantic fluffs of snow bestowed earthly grounds and glass windows with frosts of the lingering winter season.  It was two weeks passed New Years; two months since Tao and your second wedding anniversary.  With the sun shied back into the shadows, roads lit with the subdued luminance of streetlamps and Christmas string lights, long overdue to be taken down.

The young toddler hopped onto the carpeted baby steps and up onto the bed.  Flashing her newly erupted teeth, her smile tickled the depths of your heart with utter honeyed tenderness.  You patted your lap and she eagerly climbed into her mother’s welcoming embrace.  In the warm nest, the baby bunny blinked her sharp pearly eyes up in anticipation for story time.

“Once upon a time,” you began as you flipped open her favorite picture book.  Her little toes wiggled enthusiastically within her fuzzy socks.  “A young maiden watched as her fairytale prince married another really beautiful girl.”  BeiBei frowned.  “She thought that all her dreams had drifted away…until in front of a very extravagant wishing well, God bestowed her with a miracle – a rainbow after the rain.  She met a super handsome prince, destined to be her knight in shining armor, who was…also really good with poker…” you giggled shyly as your daughter ogled at a picture of Tao and you liplocked in front of the infamous wishing well.

“Daddy!” the little girl exclaimed.  “Mummy!”  She pointed at your cheeks that still tinged in marigold amidst the evening shade.  

“Mmhm…” you nodded, “It was love at first sight.”

“La-bu at furst sight?” BeiBei innocently repeated; her eyes sparkled with gold as if she had just discovered a long lost treasure.

“Mmhm.  And then we created you,” you playfully tapped her cute button nose.  “Just like how Mommy fell in love with Daddy at first sight, she also fell deeply in love with her precious BeiBei at first sight.”

Her miniature hands clapped joyously at your explanation; silky bangs bounced up and down against her smooth forehead.  “BeiBei la-bu Mummy doo!”  Despite being blessed with her presence everyday, her cherubic expressions never ceased to melt you into a puddle of jelly.

“Does BeiBei love Daddy?” you questioned as you kissed her soft rosy cheeks.

She quickly nodded.  “BeiBei la-bu Mummy and Daddy!  BeiBei will only la-bu Mummy and Daddy!”

You parted your lips to respond but a rush of acid commanded your palms to cup over your mouth to suppress your recent nausea.  The sweet princess blinked and worriedly stood up on twos to examine you.  Two light indentations sunk into the mattress, where she waddled over for balance.

“Mommy’s okay,” you responded as you stroked your chest.  Still, she eyed you with skepticism – a look you were sure she learned from her father.  Your cheeks dusted in amaryllis pink as you closed the photo storybook and brought BeiBei to face you so you could study her reaction.  “Honey…” you started, habitually looping a strand of hair behind your ear.  “If Mommy and Daddy bring home a baby brother or sister, will you love him or her just as much as you love us?”

She blinked and squeezed the unicorn plushie in her arms.  You lifted a palm over your still flat tummy and like an enchanted spell, the corners of your lips automatically curled upward in heartfelt bliss.  Her tiny hands followed and rested on top of your abdomen.

“That’s your baby sibling,” you explained.  “She or he will grow in Mommy’s tummy for eight more months and then arrive to play with BeiBei.”

Her mouth slowly opened wide.  Both palms pressed against your belly as if gifting the little baby a pre-welcoming massage.  There was no doubt in your mind that BeiBei would be a great big sister.  You kissed the top of her head as she babbled away at how she’d teach the baby the magic coin trick her father had thought her last week.

Nodding and giggling, you wordlessly listened as the hyper toddler counted down her bucket list.  The hands of the clock revolved around, ticking away time.  As her lashes swayed ever so sleepily, you gently cradled her into your arms and tucked her into the blankets.  With the click of a switch, vibrant lights dimmed into soft glows.  You slipped under the covers as well, thankful that BeiBei warmed up the empty space.

An hour later, the doorknob quietly turned.  A beam of light rushed into the dark room to announce Tao’s presence.  As quiet as possible, he tiptoed over to admire his queen and little princess.  Despite his desire to spend more time with the two of you, work requirements often strayed him away to different cities and countries.

With a content sigh, the young father rested his anxious heart through soundlessly listening to the tranquility of BeiBei and your light breathing.  Each rise and fall of your chest comforted him with much needed serenity.  The wrinkles along his face evened out as he bent over and planted a sweet kiss along both your foreheads.

“ZiTao…ZiTao-ah…” you habitually called in your sleep.  It made his heart clench.

“I’m here,” he automatically responded.  His long fingers brushed your temples and naturally ran down your hair.

When you whispered his name once more, Tao could no longer bear the distance.  Slipping off his shoes, he climbed onto the bed and brought the two of you into his embrace.  His chest was cozy and warm, just what you needed on a frigid winter night.  You snuggled in closer, allowing his protection to soothe your fatigue and lull you to a sweet slumber.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of chopping noises coming from the kitchen.  Tussling your hair, you sluggishly slid out of bed, tucked your daughter back under the covers, and trudged off to greet your mother-in-law.  But instead of her slim and petite figure, the resident chef mirrored a tall and well-built physique.  Rubbing your growling tummy, you blinked several times in case your longing for your busy husband had granted you illusions.  Still, the image of him chopping green scallions and stirring the pot remained crystal clear.  

“ZiTao!” you gasped.  Automatically, your feet skipped against polished floor over to him.  In split moments, you tossed your arms around him from behind and squeezed every fiber out of his soul.  His much larger palms stroked the back of yours.

“Hey,” he greeted with a gentleness that melted your heart.

As soon as the first sniffle sounded, Tao immediately dropped his culinary assignment to focus his attention completely onto you.  He spun around and instantly encased you back into his tight caress.

“I’m sorry,” your husband apologized.  You shook your head within his chest.  “I’m always working and neglecting you,” he continued.  You shook your head again.

In all honesty, Tao had only been gone for five days on a business trip.  You weren’t really sure why you missed him so dearly.  Perhaps, your prenatal hormones were playing tricks on your emotions.  He leaned in for a quick peck.

“Has my little princess been behaving while I’m gone?” the father questioned as he admired the newly sketched crayon doodles across the kitchen walls.

“Woops, let me wash that.  She must have drawn on it late last night,” you commented, rubbed your tummy, and proceeded to head to the cabinets for cleaning supplies.  But Tao grabbed your hand and pulled you back over to him.  His arms enveloped your small frame and chin rested on top of your head as he swayed you from side to side.

“Let’s leave it there.  Our BeiBei is a Picasso in the making,” he proudly stated.  His breath tickled the hairs of your ear so that you couldn’t help but giggle.  “…Though…what is that supposed to be?”

You peeped your head out to follow his gaze.

“Um…” you scratched your head while Tao tilted his.  “I think a duck…”

“Ducks have four legs?” he asked dumbfounded.

“Maybe…” you sheepishly replied.

He rubbed his temples and shook his head.  “Wifey, stop letting BeiBei hang out with Wu YiFan!”

“Heh…” you rubbed your neck.

Just then, tiny sporadic footsteps stumbled down the stairs.  Tao and you turned around to see BeiBei waddling down with one arm hugging her stuff animal friend and the other rubbing her still closed eyes.  Instantly, Tao flashed a toothy smile and opened her arms wide.

Like you, the toddler froze in place and blinked several times.  Rolling her hands into fists, she continued to rub her eyes over and over again.  “Daddy!” she squealed and barreled down the stairs.

“Be careful!” you warned but the caring father was already on the case.

He leapt faster than a cheetah to swoop his baby girl safely within his arms before she even had the chance to fall.  “Xiao Baobei-ah, did you miss Daddy?” Tao questioned as he playfully rocked her from left and right.  She shrieked and squealed; every high-pitch note was music to your ears.  Similarly, to Tao, it gave him the incentive to his notorious tickle war.

With eyes widened at his silly wiggling brows and clawing hands, you grabbed BeiBei out of his arms and tried to dash off.  But your athletic skills were nothing compared to that of the martial artist.  He caught you easily so that both your daughter and you toppled onto the floor, squealing and giggling from the ruthless tickles.

“ZiTao!” you yelped as he numbed every cell within your body under his touch.  You curled over in defeat.

“One down, one more to go!  Muahahaha!” he chuckled as he cornered the runaway princess.

“Mummmmy!  Help!” her baby voice sung before she fell victim to Tao’s attacks.

“Coochy coochy coo!” the handsome father grinned as his daughter erupted in uncontrollable giggles.    

Despite regaining stamina, you turned into a puddle at the heartwarming scene.  Tao never neglected you and definitely not BeiBei.  Yet, still, to this day, every father and daughter interaction took your breath away.  They were two peas in a pod – trouble makers disguised as little pandas.  As you pondered and daydreamed, you didn’t notice that the giggles had slowly ceased and was replaced by an onslaught of whispers.  Soon enough, they teamed up and advance toward you.

You gasped but any attempts of escape were futile – the father and daughter duel had you cornered.  Two mirrored goofy expressions briefed you with a split second warning before their combo attack left you withering in a heap.  Amidst laughter, squirms, and attempting to wiggle away from their grasp, you let out a hiss.  Your palms pressed against your abdomen.  Immediately, your assailants ceased their offense.  Tao picked BeiBei up and off of you.

“Are you okay?  Where are you hurt?” your husband apprehensively asked with his palms cupping your face.

Your lips clamped in attempts to suppress your nausea.  With a weak smile, you patted your chest and shook your head to calm his worry.  Yet, your colorless cheeks left him anxious and frightened.  Slipping his arms under your knees, your husband expertly lifted you off the ground and carried you over to the living room couch.  BeiBei tottered and tailed behind.

“Are you feeling sick?” Tao questioned as he placed the back of his hand to your forehead to check your temperature.  You shook your head.  “You’re slightly pale…” he noted, took off his jacket, and wrapped it around you to warm you up.  But you were already completely warm and fuzzy under his tender, love, and care.

“ZiTao-ah…” you shyly lowered your head and called.  You hadn’t expected him to return home early from his business trip; hence, your lack of preparation for the pregnancy announcement.

“Hm?” your husband brought your head in to rest against the nape of his neck.  An arm draped protectively around you.  With his other hand, he aided in BeiBei’s climb up to his lap.

“…um…” you bit your lip and picked at a loose thread on his jacket.  Your hesitancy only escalated Tao’s anxiousness.  “…What…what if we…what if we welcome another member into the family?”

His chest stopped rising up and down.  Your heart began to race in anticipation.  Since the pregnancy of BeiBei had been unexpected and burdened by countless obstacles, you never really had the chance to watch his reaction.  The two of you had mentioned wanting another child in the future but was this too fast?  Would another baby stress him out even more?  Endless thoughts raided your vulnerable mind with every passing moment that Tao remained frozen and speechless.      

Finally, he sighed.  “I tried talking to Ma, hoping she’d leave the Huang Manor to stay with us, but she won’t.  She was really happy and grateful for your offer though.”      

This time, it was your turn to stare in confusion.  “No…no…not Ma.”  You scratched your head.

“Hm?” Tao frowned.


“Oh!” he exclaimed and almost leapt out of his seat as if a light switched on in his brain.

With twinkling eyes and a widened smile, you pressed a palm against Tao’s chest to help elevate yourself to an upright position and scrutinize his expression better.

“Did your asthma exam come back completely clean?!  Are we finally going to be able to adopt Candy?!  I’m going to call the pet store right now!” your husband’s felin-shaped eyes diminished to mere arches as he hopped onto his feet and scurried over to the phone.  His little shadow princess followed along.

“Wa-wait…waii…t…” you stuttered and hid your face within your palms.

Was this really supposed to be this hard?  Obviously, you didn’t want to announce something so big in a simple way but Tao wasn’t getting it.  With a pout, you tossed yourself against the sofa pillows and brainstormed for better ideas.      

Two days later – yes, after two days of hinting that you were pregnant, Tao remained clueless, you came up with a splendid idea.  Giggling to yourself, you sneakily nabbed BeiBei from the playpen, tiptoed soundlessly pass your husband’s office, and scurried into the bedroom.

“Mummmmy,” your daughter playfully swung her little legs.

“BeiBei,” you grinned as you ruffled her hair.  “Mommy got a new shirt for you!”


Weak to her cuteness, you bent over and retrieved a hidden box from underneath the bed.  She clapped her toddler hands together and flipped open the lid to reveal a half pink – half blue sweater that read, “I’m going to be a big sister!”

That oughta do it!

The little girl obediently slipped the shirt on.  Beaming, you picked her up and settled on the living room sofa for your weekly family movie night.  Tao strolled in several minutes later, dressed casually in a black tee and glasses that always had the ability to make you swoon.  Instantly, you flushed over in colors so vibrant even the heavenly rainbows would feel ashamed.  He tossed you a smirk, which only heated everything up.  You succumbed to paralysis as he picked BeiBei up onto his lap and sat down.




Your poor heart thumped so loudly within your chest, you couldn’t even hear Tao’s question about what movie you wanted to watch.  He noticed it – he must have noticed the shirt!  He stared right at BeiBei!  How did he not notice?!  Gripping the fabric of the sofa, you turned to him in earnest skepticism.  Was he just messing with you?  Better yet, was BeiBei his accomplice and this was some prank?  Narrowing your eyes, you scanned the area for any hidden cameras.  There were none.  Back to Tao, he still seemed oblivious with a remote in one hand and his lengthy limbs crossed.

“Is Paradoxical Harmony okay, Babe?” he asked as he surfed through Netflix.  “Babe?” he questioned again when there was no response.

“Uh…uh yeah…” you managed to squeeze out without your vocal cords shaking.

“Great.  I heard the plotline is hilarious,” he commented as he set up the projector.

Your eyes followed his every move.  Again, he picked his baby back up and plopped down onto the sofa.  Oh my…God…

“Nice sweater, BeiBei,” he complimented as he brushed his fingers across the smooth wool.  “Did Mommy get it for you?”    

Your blood pressure skyrocketed.  This was it.  Finally…finally after so many failed announcements…this one would go down in history!  Too anxious to even look at Tao, you kept your eyes glued to the screen.

Any moment now…



Tao erupted into an obnoxious cackle.  Grimacing, you turned around to realize his complete absorption into the movie.  “The cat pooped on her!” he laughed as he pointed onto the screen.  BeiBei mimicked her father.

“Huang ZiTao!” you heard your exasperated voice hiss.

“Hm?” he hummed, still laughing uncontrollably at the plotline.

He turned around to face your look of disappointment.

“Hm?” he repeated, this time more serious.  He dialed the volume down and waited for you to speak.  When you slumped your shoulders and remained quiet, Tao paused the entire video to give you his undivided attention.  “Something the matter?”

Even though you knew it was trivial matter, your lips uncharacteristically rippled.  Tao caught the glossiness of your eyes and immediately sat up straight.

“Wifey?” he reached a hand out but you recoiled back into your shell.

“Nothing,” you shook your head and tried to take the remote control from his hand so that the movie could take the attention away from your emotional endeavor.  Tao hid the controller behind his back.

“What happened?” he drilled.

“Nothing, ZiTao.  Just continue the movie,” you downplayed.

“Don’t ‘Nothing’ me.  I know when something is wrong,” he sternly spoke – a little too sternly for your sensitive, prenatal hormones.

“Just continue the movie.  I’m getting sleepy so I’m going to go upstairs to rest,” you softly replied to prevent your voice from shaking.  Habitually rubbing your tummy, you excused yourself but Tao grabbed your hand.

“Babe.  You’re scaring me,” he admitted.

“No.  No.  I’m really fine.  I’m just making a big deal out of nothing,” you self-reprimanded and threw him a smile of reassurance.  His hold loosened so you took the opportunity to dash.  But Tao knew you well enough to recognize that the more you brushed a problem off, the more important it was.  He scurried after you.

“Baby, tell me what is wrong,” you husband pleaded, stopped you right before you made you getaway into the bedroom.

“Nothing is wrong,” you stressed.  Really.  The world wasn’t collapsing…what did he even… Your eyes overfilled with liquid.  What…in the…  Tears flowed down as you cupped your face within your hands.  …in the actual…world?

“No.  No.  No,” Tao winced and hurriedly enveloped you into his strong arms  “No.  No.  Babe, you know I can’t stand seeing you cry.”

“It’s…It’s…” you hiccupped, “It’s really no-nothing…”

Oh my God…You started to sob even louder.

“Tell me what is wrong.  Please,” he begged.

“No, it’s really nothing important.  I swear…” you tried to say through your weeping, “My…My hormones are just…”

“Your hormones?” he raised his brow.

“Bay…bay…” you bit your cheek in attempts to steady your voice to no avail.  “Bee…”

“BeiBei?  What about BeiBei?” Tao leaned his ear closer to try to decipher your gibberish.  You shook your head.  “Has BeiBei been disobedient?”  Again, you shook your head and began to wail.    

Argh.  For real.  Calm it, Hormones!

“BeiBei.  Sweater,” you tugged on your own shirt in case he couldn’t hear you through your sobs.

“Sweater?” he questioned with his brows furrowed.  You nodded for the first time in the conversation.  Tao eyes travelled down the hall to where the little toddler had just arrived after strenuously climbing the stairs one step at a time to reunite with her Mommy and Daddy.  He squinted as he read the words out loud, “I’m going to be a…”

His eyes widened.  Your cries quieted.

“…big sister?!?!”

Tao turned to you for confirmation.  Bashfully dropping your head, you brought both palms up to caress your tummy.

“Wifey?!” your husband wheezed as his own orbs glazed in an abundance of salted liquid.

“I told you I was ovulating during our anniversary night but you still wanted to shower together,” you murmured.

His features smoothened out as he chuckled lowly to himself.  Taking both your hands into his, he brought one up to his lips and planted a light kiss.  Like a fairytale prince, he slowly knelt down in front of you and pressed his lips against your growing stomach.  “Hehe,” you shyly smiled.

“Hi Little BaoBao,” the elated father greeted.

Your little heart fluttered with butterflies and rainbow unicorns.

“ZiTao-ah…I know we planned to have a second child in three years…but—”

“We can have our third then,” he smiled, “Don’t scare our little BaoBao.”

You placed your hand over his that rested atop your tummy and nodded.

“Plus…we can’t plan fate when accidents like to happen,” he winked.

“Hehe…” Falling in love again, your eyes glittered into his like adorned Christmas lights as he stood back on his two feet.

All your recent efforts for the announcement finally made sense to Tao.  “Argh.  I’m so slow,” he hid his face within his palms in embarrassment.

“You really are,” you teased as you settled back into his cozy hug.

“You even said ‘new family member’ the other day.  How did I not understand?” he chuckled to himself.

“Exactly, Dummie!” you crinkled your nose when he leaned in to steal a peck.                

Just then, BeiBei waddled over to tug the hem of Tao’s trousers.  Her father eagerly picked her up into his arms.  Ruffling her hair, he tenderly wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead with his sleeve whilst whispering little sweet nothings to remind her that she was the most beautiful little princess anyone could ever have.  High-pitched squeals and giggles of pure bliss echoed down the halls, layering your once fearful heart with so genuine euphoria.    

Perhaps, to most girls, a fairytale happy ending always concluded with that image of puffy laced wedding gowns, bouquets of flowers, and a kiss from Prince Charming.  You got that and much, much more because you found a Charming Daddy for your little princess and prince.  

A/N: Thank you, once again, for all the loving support for the Accidental Romance series <3 Much love, please stay tuned for future series :3!!!

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The Turnabout

Nico as a half vampire, half human. Turning from Day Class to Night Class.

I started this drawing back in June and only managed to finish it in October. I thought it was appropriate to give it a split of ink, since- Inktober. But that was my intention already when I started it. I like to think the black is fire as well as darkness enveloping him while he turns to the night side.

You can see the Midnight Cross AU’s stories and other drawings here.

anonymous asked:

First of all, I hope you're having a wonderful Christmas Eve! Hope you're finding happiness in the midst of these otherwise stressful times. I was wondering if you could write a mini-fic based on the song, "Can't Help Falling in Love With You"? It was originally an Elvis song, but I really adore Haley Reinhart's cover. And watch the Extra Gum ad that the song was used for, if you haven't already (when you get the time. <3) Again, happy holidays. I'm a huge fan. <3

Here’s the amazing cover that than anon was talking about

Also wtf this Extra Gum commercial is going to make you emotional

Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love with you

She begins to chew gum after Regionals her junior year, because she’s unused to getting insulted so blatantly, and because for weeks after that incident, all she can hear is the sharpness in her captain’s voice. 

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anonymous asked:

I feel like Eggsy would leave little notes around for Harry to find randomly. Like Harry opens a notebook and little notes fall out. Soon Harry is find them everywhere. With little messages and corny jokes and badly drawn doodles. And since Harry likes to display (I.e. Butterflies and covers from the sun) he probably saves every single one of them and pastes them somewhere that he can look back on them.

Harry getting in to work and finding a note on his chair that says ‘what do you call it when you have no more empanadas? empa-nada’ and rolls his eyes as he pockets it.

Harry opening his envelope to review with another agent the mission he’s sending them on and out falls a note that says ‘i forget you don’t need actually glasses sometimes. But they make your face look so handsome.’ and he smiles.

Harry stepping out the shower and finding a note in the pocket of his suit that is a doodle of a terribly-made chibi of himself (still with glasses) in the shower with sour-note symbols over his head.

Harry pulling out his favourite book and nearly misses the small scrap of paper that just has a heart on it.

Harry taping every last one of them into a journal he bought, each one labeled with what day he found them. Harry flipping through the journal and reading them all every time Eggsy is away.

anonymous asked:

can i request a scenario where jin the high school snob or something but he's in love with you??? could you make it fluffy~? thank you in advance!

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You opened your locker - it was just a usual school day. You had lunch break, and after that was the chemistry test. You were extremely worried, because chemistry was one of your weak sides and you had a lot of trouble when studying it. It was honestly very irritating how you couldn’t concentrate on the material, no matter how hard you tried. So you opened your locker, wondering whether or not you will be able to stomach whatever you were about to eat, when you noticed a tiny, pink envelope stuck to its door. Wondering who could have opened your locker and put it there, you picked it up, examining it carefully. There was something that felt like - well, it felt like coins in it. So you opened it, and on the inside was a note, pink again. It was covered with such a neat and cursive handwriting that you thought someone must have spent a lot of time preparing this for you.

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Mavi Imagine 3- 'Perfect'

“Don’t worry, this is going to work. 100%.” Scott pushed Avi out of the car and into the midnight air.
He had bought SOPHIE tickets for Mitch and himself and wanted a way to surprise him. He asked Scott and immediately a plan was devised that resembled some type of serial killer shit.
So there he was. Ready for his mission. He was going to break in, put the tickets somewhere, leave a note, and run. The inner workings of Scott’s mind everyone.
Avi pushed open the door, mentally thanking Scott for turning off the alarms, and turned on the torch app on his phone.
Mitch was in bed and hadn’t long fallen asleep when he heard a distant click. He dismissed it as his mind playing tricks on him until he heard faint footsteps. He took his phone off charge and sat up in his bed.
Avi was trying his best to be quiet but he had literally no idea where he was going. The amount of times he hit his leg on that damn table was starting to get annoying.
Mitch thought about waking Alex or Justin but didn’t want to seem stupid if it wasn’t anything dangerous. He decided that whatever it was didn’t trip the alarms so couldn’t be too bad but he still wanted to investigate.
Mitch silently walked out of his room onto the landing. He held his breath as he saw a dark figure moving around.
Avi had just placed the envelope on top of a counter when he suddenly had a feeling of being watched. He continued to rummage in his pocket for some paper to write a note on as the feeling intensified.
Walking quietly down the stairs, Mitch examined the intruder. He wasn’t much taller than him but looked a little stronger. He wasn’t overly intimidating so Mitch crept towards him.
Avi scribbled a quick note filled with little doodles and hearts and left it on the table. He looked down proud at his work.
Mitch carried on until he was just behind the mysterious trespasser. He raised his fist and swung it back.
Avi put down the note on top of the envelope and quickly turned around ready to leav—
Avi held his throbbing cheek in his hands as Mitch stood ready to attack again. 
“Mitch, baby, it’s me. Oh my god.” He lowered his fist as he realised what he had just done.
“I didn’t realise you could hit so hard. Damn.”
“So how’d it go? How’d he react?” Scott swirled his Starbucks and nudged Avi’s arm.
Avi opened and closed his jaw a few times.