eternity is a long time

Sterek AU: Forever Be My Valentine

The fourteenth of February marks the day Stiles’ vocabulary vanished leaving just a single word to be uttered in response to Derek’s proposal:

                                                    Y E S!

However, the shocked filter doesn’t last long as a veritable torrent of, “Derek”, “I love you”, and praises in both English and Polish tumble from his lips. 

“I can’t believe you did all this. And here I thought the only romantic bone in your body was mine.” Stiles’ salacious eyebrow waggling falters slightly at a firm, yet loving, swat to the ass by his chuckling fiancé.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Derek smirks, nosing his way down his jawline to his favorite spot on his neck just below his ear, eliciting a delicious shiver.

“Oh my god, that was terrible,” Stiles chokes on laugh. “Thank god you didn’t lead with that or I would have reconsidered my answer.”

Stiles let out a yelp as Derek nips at a tender spot.


Stiles tilted his head giving him more room to explore. 

“Mmm. Yup. Truth is you had me at ‘This is private property.’ There were many very public things I wanted to do to said property.”

Derek eyes flash as he emits a playful growl as his hands slide down to grasp his ass and quickly hoist him up. Stiles’ legs automatically wrap around his hips as a surprised moan barely has time to escape; lips becoming entangled with his own. Blunt teeth gently nibble Stiles’ bottom lip, tongue soothing over the indentations, silently pleading for entrance; a satisfied rumble answers when it’s granted. Derek pulls back just enough to gaze into honeyed eyes filled with love and eternal mischief, slowly engulfed by blown pupils. His right hand cups his jaw, thumb gently traveling across the path of moles to plump, reddened lips.

“Feel like doing some trespassing tonight?”

Stiles tosses his head back, whole body shaking with laughter. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Derek grins brightly at that thought “Not having any second thoughts, are you?”

Stiles’ arms tighten around Derek’s neck, pulling him into passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless.

“Not on your life. I love you so much, Der.”

“Love you too, Stiles.”

The night was filled with saccharine whispers, breathless moans, praises to deities that may not exist, content groans, laughter and love. Stiles may have trespassed all those years ago, but they have since established a home in each other. 

heart on your sleeve

Merry Christmas Eve and Happy Holidays! This was written as a @swawesomesanta gift for @luckiedee​ who asked for some fluffy zimbits, with a trope or two thrown in. I’ve wanted to do a good Soulmates AU forever, so I hope you like it!! <3 Thanks to @lydia-st-james for mucho story support and beta services. Any wonky tense shifts are mine and I’m eternally sorry.

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heart on your sleeve

Bitty had never met someone with a soulmark before he came to Samwell. Or maybe he had, but just didn’t know it. Once, in a furtive Google session, he’d discovered that there was a single registered soulmark artist in Georgia, based out of Atlanta, but in his junior year of high school, long before he was able to put his plan of sneaking off to go see her in motion, soulmark application was outlawed by the state legislature and that put an end to it.

He saw his first soulmark in the locker room at Faber, a few days into his first semester at Samwell, which seemed like a good omen if Bitty were the type to believe in omens. (He was, although he would never tell his Mama.) It was on the back of Justin - Bro, call me Ransom - Oluransi’s neck and was a strange mess of lines and ink that meant it hadn’t settled yet. Bitty wondered if it was new. He snuck glances at it when he was sure it was safe and no one seemed to catch him, but he didn’t make a habit of it. He knew the danger of looking too long in the locker room.

Bitty never brought it up himself, but whenever the topic was mentioned, he would always scoot his chair a little closer as the upperclassmen talked about the soulmarks. Ransom wasn’t the only one with a soulmark, as it turned out. The senior goalie Johnson had one as well and what’s more, it was settled. It was a polar bear, splashed with blue and purple and bright on his thigh. Bitty nearly fainted with excitement the first time he met Johnson’s girlfriend after a game and the same bear poked out from her shoulder under a tank top.

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the shepherd’s boy says:

“ there’s this mountain of pure diamond. it takes an hour to climb it and an hour to go around it. every hundred years, a little bird comes. it sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain. and when the entire mountain is chiseled away, the first second of eternity will have passed.”

you must think that’s a hell of a long time

personally, I think that’s a hell of a bird

—  @doctorwho

every series of doctor who [9/9] →  series nine

There’s this emperor, and he asks the shepherd’s boy, “How many seconds in eternity?”. 

The shepherd’s boy says, “There’s this mountain of pure diamond. It takes an hour to climb it, and an hour to go around it. Every hundred years, a little bird comes. It sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain. And when the entire mountain is chiseled away, the first second of eternity will have passed.” 

You must think that’s a hell of a long time.  Personally, I think that’s a hell of a bird. 

milky way, part two.

we came
from the same
chain reaction

i swear i could feel you
an eternity ago

a long time before
the lapse in gravity
that led to such a
celestial seperation
ending our celebration

you may not remember
but once upon a time
before time ever existed
we were two parts, whole
and everything was holy

we were once a love
unlike any other

you may not remember
the birth of the universe
or how, on the very first day
something changed, you felt
like you just needed space

i remember
watching you
move further away

i felt your heart race
into unknown distance
and i just couldn’t wait
to start my endless chase
through the macrocosm
but i just couldn’t keep up
with your pace

we were once a love
unlike any other

i swear i could feel you
long before that day

and i’ll never rest
until you let me
prove my case

we are evidence
of quantum

we are two hearts
both the same
no matter how far
apart we are

i swear i still feel you
every single day

❄️ Himmelen er våken, og jeg er våken, så da må vi leke! - The sky’s awake, and I’m awake, so we have to play!

❄️ Nordlys - the Northern lights

❄️ Snø(en) - Snow

❄️ Snømann(en) - Snowman

❄️ Snøfnugg(et) - Snowflake

❄️ For første gang på lenge - For the first time in a long time

❄️ Evig vinter(en) - Eternal winter

❄️ Heks(en) - Witch

❄️ Søster(en) - Sister

❄️ Reinsdyr(et) - Reindeer

❄️ Dronning(en) - Queen

❄️ Et kjærlighets kyss - A true love’s kiss

❄️ Troll(et) - Troll

❄️ Den blir sterkere! - It’s getting stronger!

❄️ Blir du med å lage snømann? - Are you coming along to build a snowman?

❄️ Hansker - Gloves

❄️ Is(en) - Ice

❄️ Alt blir en åpen dør - Everything becomes an open door

❄️ Kan jeg si noe helt vilt? - Can I say something completely crazy?

❄️ Vil du gifte deg med meg? - Will you marry me?

❄️ Jeg liker varme klemmer! - I like warm hugs!

❄️ Fjell(et) - Mountain

❄️ Badstu(en) - Sauna

❄️ Hjertefrost(et) - Frosted heart

❄️ Sjokolade(n) - Chocolate

❄️ Jeg elsker deg - I love you

Originally posted by sonatahamada

The story in which Dex proposes to Nursey and Nursey proposes to Dex.

AOU link: First Comes Love, then Comes Marriage

nurseydex, obv.  

“Dex.” Nursey groaned. “Dexxx.” He had been up there for what seemed to Nursey to be forever.  And for Nursey, that was a long time.  For Dex, it was an eternity.  He was more of a flannel and jeans type of guy.  

“It’s just dinner, this is, like, the one time I don’t care what you have on.” He heard Dex’s solid footsteps move around in the bedroom down the hallway. Tonight, after dinner, he was going to propose to Will.  Take him on a walk, through the park, to a bridge. They’d been together since junior year, now, they lived together.  To be honest, Nursey didn’t want it to end.  The thought of living a life without Dex scared him.  

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“When you said you were going to Tokyo,” Haruka finally broke the silence, and Makoto was happy to find he had been wrong about the power of the human voice. “I was confused… I just thought we’d stay together after graduation. No other alternative was a possibility. Then in Australia, I realized why the thought of you leaving terrified me.” Makoto closed his eyes and pulled in closer to Haruka. “And where did all that stuff about smothering come from? You never smothered me. Sometimes, I stayed in the bath too long… because I knew you’d come and pull me out.” [x]

Josh Dun Imagine Wedding Dance

Anon requested: Hi, I love your writing, it’s amazing. Could you do an imagine where it’s your wedding w/Josh and it’s your first dance and it’s to ‘Oh Ms. Believer’ and Tyler is singing?

Link to song 

“I can’t believe we’re married now.” You said to Josh, as the two of you walked around your reception venue. People raised their glasses to you and offered congratulations. 

“I know. I get to spend eternity with someone as beautiful as you.” Josh said and you blushed, which made him chuckle. You laced your fingers together and grinned, practically glowing. You’d had struggles,  but everything seemed worth it when you got to call him your husband.

“Eternity’s a long time.” You pointed out and Josh nodded.

“Good job I picked someone who’ll make it exciting for me.” You smiled, wondering if it was possible to fall more in love with him. 

“I’ll never get bored of you either.” You promised and knew that you meant it.

“Good. It’s too late now.” You laughed, as Josh led you to the dance floor. You’d planned the wedding together, but Josh had insisted on choosing your first dance song. he’d kept it a surprise. You watched as Tyler went to the piano and sat down, giving you a soft smile. 

“For the happy couple.” He said into the microphone and started playing the chords. Josh put his arms around you and you started swaying, as tears formed in your eyes. You couldn’t believe he’d chosen something so perfect. 

“Thank you.” You whispered and Josh grinned. 

“Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty sleeper, your twisted mind is like snow on the road.” Josh sang softly along with Tyler, his breath tickling your neck. You smiled up at him, loving him more than ever. 

The two of you danced to the song and you considered how far you’d come, from that awkward first meeting, to standing side by side at your wedding. You wondered where you’d be in the future. The song seemed to end too quickly and the music changed, but you stayed close to Josh.

“I love you.” You whispered and kissed him, excited for the eternity you would spend together. 

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                     Same person, different face. Same software, different case.

There’s this emperor and he asks this shepherd’s boy, How many seconds in eternity? And the shepherd’s boy says, There’s this mountain of pure diamond. It takes an hour to climb it, and an hour to go around it. Every hundred years, a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain. And when the entire mountain is chiseled away, the first second of eternity will have passed! You must think that’s a hell of a long time. Personally, I think that’s a                                                     H E L L   O F   A   B I R D

“…Take me back to the basics and the simple life
Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease
Your touch, my comfort, and my lullaby
Holdin’ on tight and sleepin’ at night…”

Good for the Soul

Originally posted by gliceria

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long live this, and this gives life to thee,”

Henry recited and (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open, she thought that she’d dreamt of Henry reading Shakespeare. Forcing herself to sit up in bed, she covered her mouth as she yawned. “What are you doing?” she inquired, glancing at the time and biting back a groan. She’d slept the day away when she swore she wouldn’t.

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Writers and ex lovers

“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.” ///

Yes, they will scribble you
in the depth of every corner,
they will bury you deep
inside their bones,
keep your safer than their souls,
but wilder than their strands of hair.
Yes, you will be a subject
that’ll keep them awake for hours
at night and make their hearts
addicted to your breath.

But what did they say about
the writers when you leave?
It’s nothing special honey,
they’ll still immortalise you,
bury you in words,
squeeze their hearts out,
try to sleep in between
wiping out memories and
crashing down their dreams;
try to scratch you away,
but you’ll be a red, itching boil
for a long, long time
and a scar for eternity.
They will empty themselves out
in vessels of poetry
they’ll shape according to
the pieces of you you’ve left
in them, piercing like
pieces of broken glass.

One fine day, they’ll scoop
you out and place you carefully
on the shelf, among other things
that are a little rusty in their gray matter, but never really gone.