how perfect is this car

Everglow - EXO

oh they say people come, say people go
this particular diamond was extra special

Originally posted by laybaekhan


and though you might be gone, and the world may not know
still I see you, celestial

Originally posted by lullabyun

Originally posted by my-3xodus

Originally posted by milkifan

like a lion you ran, a goddess you rolled
like an eagle you circled, in perfect purple

Originally posted by junhwe-ya


so how come things move on, how come cars don’t slow
when it feels like the end of my world
when I should but I can’t let you go?

Originally posted by yixingofficial

but when I’m cold, cold
oh when I’m cold, cold
there’s a light that you give me when I’m in shadow
there’s a feeling you give me, an ever glow

Originally posted by oohsehun-ah

like brothers in blood, sisters who ride
and we swore on that night we’d be friends til we die
but the changing of winds, and the way waters flow
life as short as the falling of snow
and now I’m gonna miss you I know

Originally posted by gaspsinkorean

but when I’m cold, cold
in water rolled, salt
I know that you’re with me and the way you will show
and you’re with me wherever I go
and you give me this feeling this ever glow

Originally posted by exogotmegonecrazy

oh- I I I I
what I wouldn’t give for just a moment to hold
yeah I live for this feeling this ever glow

Originally posted by sefuns

so if you love someone, you should let them know
oh the light that you left me will ever glow

Originally posted by achenlove

Inspired to make this because I’ve been addicted to Coldplay’s Everglow song. My ot12 feels.. Exo everglows in my life forever ♡

Okay can we talk about how perfect the scene in Grundy’s car was? Betty just being able to pick locks like it’s nothing and Ronnie trying to decide if she’s impressed or scared and then Betty getting all proud like “I learned THAT from Nancy Drew” and Veronica tries to cut her off because they’ve just broken into a teacher’s car but Betty still finishes her sentence and has a smug little smile on her face and honesty just protect B & V at all costs

were-what-killed-the-dinosaurs  asked:

that driving/walking to school when its freezing prompt w evan/connor! evan's the driver and connor is super stubborn and refuses to get in the car but evan finally bribes him to. when connor gets in, evan starts driving and he's literally the slowest, most careful driver ever and connors like jfc dude stop driving 25 in a 30. at least fucking go 40! (bc connor drives like double the speed limit at all times). feel free to pick and choose what you want from this idea!

Full prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

Hmmm should we call this fic “the time that evan drives just like em”? Nah haha

Thank you so much for this prompt!! im assuming that you read the tags on the prompt au, which makes me really happy cause wow!!! someone actually read that stuff!!! thank you!!! i hope you enjoy!! And!! Im posting another version of this with connor driving and you can read it here !!

And i changed the prompt slightly, they are going home from school :)))))))))))

(side note i have a thing for connor cursing all of the time like every thought has a curse in it and im so sorry for this)

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It was fucking cold. Connor pulled his hoodie around himself tighter. It wasn’t providing much warmth. Walking the two miles home from school was usually a treacherous walk, but in the dead of winter it felt nearly impossible. It wasn’t snowing at the moment, but there was still grey slush that was currently seeping into Connor’s shoes. Fuck. It was cold. Connor could practically imagine Zoe driving in her car, warm and having fun. Fuck her. No, not really, but Connor would hold this grudge for hopefully the rest of his life.

Zoe deemed it more necessary to drive her girlfriend around and make out with her in some parking lot than to drive her own brother home. In the snow. Family was real important in the Murphy family.

A car that was way too close to the curb drove by, making even more slush spray all over Connor. How fucking perfect.

In short, this has not been a good day.

A car honked next to him, startling Connor out of his thoughts. A old Mazda sedan, the ugliest shade of green he had ever seen was pulling over. Connor gripped the sleeves of his hoodie tighter. Is this some rapist coming to kill me? Is this it?

The window rolled down, revealing the driver. Connor let out a sigh of relief- he wasn’t going to get raped and killed. It was Evan Hansen.

Evan leaned across his seat.

“You need a ride?” That was a dumb question. Here Connor was, soaked with slush, and freezing his ass off, and Evan comes and asks him if he needs a ride?

“Hell no.” Evan frowned, obviously not expecting that answer. Connor almost laughed at the comical look on Evan’s face.

“Why not? You look miserable out there.” Evan finally said, his voice sounding uncertain.

“That is very true, my friend.” Connor was angry at the world, and he was taking it out on Evan. The boy didn’t seem to have realized this yet.

“So-” Evan made the word much longer than it needed to be. “Why don’t you just get into the car? It’s much warmer in here.”

“Cause I don’t want too. Plus, you probably have crap music in there.” Connor did in fact want to get into the car, but he was stubborn. Part of him wanted Evan to force him into the car, because then Evan would have to get out of the car, and Evan had a cute butt.

So what? Connor thought that Evan was cute. Really cute.

Evan squinted his eyes at the taller boy, and it was then that Connor realized that he was inching closer and closer to the car, and he was standing right outside of the door at this point.

“What type of music do you like?” Connor had lost track of the conversation when he was thinking about Evan’s butt.

“What?” He responded stupidly.

“What type of music do you like? I might have some CD or something in here.” Evan leaned across the center console and opened up the compartment in front of the passenger seat. Connor wasn’t that surprised when nothing fell out- everything about the car was neat and tidy. Evan pulled out a CD carrier and held it out. “If you see something you like in there, get in the car.” Connor thought about it for a few moments. Evan’s arm shook from holding the heavy case with one hand. After a few painful seconds, Connor took the case.

Connor flipped through it, surprised by what he found. Alanis Morissette, Weezer, Nirvana, pretty much a bunch of 90s rock music. Exactly what he didn’t expect from Evan. Connor located one of his favorite Green Day albums and got in the car.  Evan smiled at Connor while Connor put his seatbelt on, and grabbed the CD carrier back.

“Who did you choose?”

“Green Day. Dookie.”

Evan silently put in the CD and started the car up again. They sat in silence while Evan pulled out of the side of the road. It took approximately ten seconds for Connor to get annoyed again.

“You drive like a old man.” He commented. Evan quickly looked at Connor, but then back at the road.

“What do you mean?”

“Evan, the speed limit is 30. You are going 15. Please, for the love of god, go faster.” Connor said, starting to bop his head to the music.

“How fast would you go in a situation like this?”

“Probably 45.” Connor responded confidently, enjoying the look of shock on Evan’s face.

“That is triple what I am going!” Evan cried out, slowing down even more. Thank god no one was behind them.

“You are right, my grandfather drives faster than you.” Evan glared at him.

“I am giving you a ride, but I am not afraid to shove you to the curve again.”

“That wouldn’t be necessary, Evan.” Connor said, grinning. “This is my house.” Evan stopped suddenly, jerking the car. Connor unbuckled his seat belt, leaned across the center console, and gave Evan a kiss on the cheek. “See you tomorrow at the end of school! Keep the CD in there!”

Connor jumped out of the car, laughing to himself as he saw Evan blush and fluster. As he walked towards his house, he heard Evan start to drive away at what seemed to be the slowest speed possible. Connor turned around and waved one last time before going into his house.

Everglow ~Jerome x Reader~

//Well here it is, how I went with what the request was. It ended up being longer than I anticipated, but I hope y’all like it.

Warnings: The beginning might be sad, but it has a fluffy+happy ending. Death, murder, mild swearing.

Need to know: This is insinuated, but not completely said in the story: Y/n was really close friends with Jerome, and a member of the Maniax. Also, it sort of starts right when Jerome is murdered?

Title: Everglow

Rating: Mid-Fluff. //

Oh they say people come, say people go
This particular diamond was extra special
And though you might be gone, and the world may not know
Still I see you, celestial


Y/n’s mouth drops open as an agony filled scream claws its way out of her throat, rising over everyone else’s. She pushes herself out from behind the curtain where Jerome had told her to stay and she crashes to the ground next to him. She places her hands on either side of his face as his eyes meet hers, a disturbing, gurgling laugh bubbling from the back of his throat. Blood pools out of his mouth, trickling down the side of his face. Jerome’s eyes glisten, wider than they had ever been. His mouth closes, and opens, his lips trying to form words that he can barely manage to make audible.

“Y…y/n.” She shakes her head quickly, tears filling her eyes. He had already wasted enough of his energy.

“Jerome, no.” When his gaze meets Theo’s, who stands above him, y/n’s heart breaks even more. In his eyes is pure pain and betrayal. His eyes become moist with unfallen tears as he coughs softly. Theo shakes his head.

I’m sorry Jerome,” he mouths.

“You…you said….” Jerome’s mouth closes as more blood falls out, and he swallows roughly, only to choke weakly on his blood. “…you said….I was going….to be a …s…t…ar…” It only takes a few seconds for his head to fall back, his mouth tilted up in a smile, his eyes open wide. His beautiful green-blue eyes glaze over as the life leaves his body, his last breath coming out in a soft, weak, wheezy laugh.

A single tear falls from y/n’s eyes as Barbara moves over quickly, pulling her up.

“You bastard!” Y/n shouts, pointing at Theo. “You sick bastard, you killed him!” Barbara drags her backwards as her gaze meets with Theo’s. “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to make you suffer, you piece of-” her shouts are silenced by the shouting of the crowd. Y/n’s gaze meets Bruce’s and she laughs. For the longest time as Barbara is pulling her out of the building, her loud, maniac laughter silences everyone. Everyone freezes as the unstable laughter echoes through the room.

Even after Barbara put’s y/n into the car that Tabitha had waiting, she still laughs. Yet her laughter is softer now, raspier. Tabitha glances in the rearview mirror to look at y/n.

“She okay?” She asks, glancing at Barbara. Barbara shakes her head.

“Theo killed Jerome…he killed him, Tabs.” Tabitha tilts her head, slamming her foot down on the gas.

Y/n’s laughter continues, but it slowly turns into sobs, which grow louder and louder. She covers her face with her hands, her whole body shaking as she cries.

“That…son of a…I’m going to kill him…he,” she hiccups, and inhales shakily. “He killed Jerome.”


Like a lion you ran, a goddess you rolled
Like an eagle you circled, in perfect purple
So how come things move on, how come cars don’t slow
When it feels like the end of my world
When I should but I can’t let you go?

Y/n shuts her eyes tightly while Barbara holds her gently, stroking her hair. She still shakes as she sobs, unable to control herself.

“He took him away,” she cries. “Theo betrayed him-he-he killed him, he killed Jerome.” Tabitha sits down next to her, not knowing what to do.

“You’re going to be okay,” she starts. “You’ll get over thi-” Before Tabitha can even finish her sentence, y/n’s head snaps over to her, her gaze meeting Tabitha’s quickly.

“How could you say that?” She shouts through her sobs. “You have no right to say that! You don’t know what it’s like! I’m not going to get over this! How am I supposed to? How am I just supposed to let him go!?” Both of them are stunned by y/n’s rage, and Barbara attempts to pull her back into a hug, glaring slightly at Tabitha. She gets off of the couch and turns to face them. “How can I just let him go!? I loved him, I loved him!” Tabitha and Barbara stare at her, their hearts breaking when they see the pain on her face.

“Did you just…” Barbara stops Tabitha before she can continue as Y/n’s expression morphs from pain to desperation and realization.

“I…I didn’t just say that!” She shouts helplessly, backing away from Barbara’s offer of a hug. “I didn’t love him-I didn’t say that…” Her voice trails off as she inhales deeply.

“Y/n, it’s okay if you-”

“I don’t! Okay? I don’t.” Y/n whispers, wrapping her arms around herself. “I didn’t and I don’t, and I won’t ever.” She covers her face and sighs, composing herself before letting her arms fall down to her side, plastering a wide smile over her pained expression.

“Y/n…” Barbara says, tilting her head in concern.

“I’m fine.” She says, turning around. “I’m just tired, I’m going to go to sleep.”

“Y/n, you can’t just ignore what you said-what happened.” Barbara says softly, causing y/n to freeze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says coldly.

“You said you loved him.” Tabitha says.

“No, I didn’t,” y/n’s words are not only trying to convince them, but herself too.

“Why are you denying it? We can talk to you y/n. We can help y-”

“Because! Because as long as I never cared about him I can’t miss him! As long as he wasn’t important to me, I won’t cry over him! I won’t feel like this anymore! I can’t feel like this! I won’t let myself, I won’t let myself be like this! So, pathetic and so weak!” Y/n shouts, her eyes filling to the brim with tears. She inhales deeply. “Now I’m going to go to sleep.” She whispers, turning around. “And in the morning, we won’t mention this.” Y/n moves into the bedroom quickly, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her.


But when I’m cold, cold
Oh when I’m cold, cold
There’s a light that you give me when I’m in shadow
There’s a feeling you give me, an Everglow
Like brothers in blood, sisters who ride
And we swore on that night we’d be friends til we die
But the changing of winds, and the way waters flow

 

She lays down on her bed, grabbing her phone and opening the photos. She scrolls up until she comes across the picture of Jerome she’d taken when he wasn’t paying attention. A cold, heavy weight settles down on her chest as she stares at the picture. It doesn’t take long for her vision to be distorted by the tears filling her eyes and she swipes them away absent mindedly, a small, sad smile appearing on her face. Her breathing slows as she stares at his face, his hair wild as he had just come back from the rooftop. It had been the day they made their mark on Gotham, the Maniax. It all seemed so unreal, so wrong that he was dead. Y/n almost couldn’t believe it. A part of her was convinced that Theo would walk through these doors anytime, Jerome in tow, no one dead. She was convinced he would hug her, tell her it was all a joke, tell her it was a trick. That it wasn’t real, that he was fine.

That he loved her.

Y/n pushes the thought out of her head as she begins to scroll through her photos.

A small pang shoots through her heart as she comes across a picture that they’d taken together, only hours before his death.


Life as short as the falling of snow
And now I’m gonna miss you I know
But when I’m cold, cold
In water rolled, salt
I know that you’re with me and the way you will show
And you’re with me wherever I go
And you give me this feeling this Everglow


(Time skip to Jerome’s resurrection)

When Barbara and Tabitha finished telling y/n about the Cult’s plan of bringing Jerome back to life, her reaction was duller than they had expected. She simply cocked an eyebrow, a weariness appearing in her eyes at the mention of his name. Barbara had hoped for the light to return to y/n’s eyes when they had told her this. She frowns at y/n.

“Aren’t you excited? Jerome’s going to be back.” Barbara says, giving y/n a huge smile. Y/n stares up at her and replies with a small shrug.

“You’d thought he would come back when Theo did. He didn’t. What makes you think it’s going to be different now? The cult is saying they’ll bring him back, but they can’t do shit. He’s not coming back, and I need to accept that.” Her voice is dull and scratchy, as if she had just recently been crying.

“Y/n, they are bringing him back. Trust me, I know it. They seemed very serious about this. Please, just trust me. Just have hope.”

 

Oh I
What I wouldn’t give for just a moment to hold
Yeah I live for this feeling this Everglow

 

“Barbara, turn on the news, hurry!” Tabitha shouts, running out from the next room. Barbara motions to the TV.

“See, that’s probably him rig-” Before she can finish her sentence, y/n turs the television on, a audible gasp escaping her lips when her gaze focuses on the screen.

Testing, testing……..am I alive? Am I on air? Can you hear me- ah, screw it let’s do it. Hi. Some of you may know, I died. Oh, take it from me. Death. Is. Dull.” Y/n jumps up, her heart racing.

“J-Jerome, it’s-”

“But coming back….that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whooole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you. Ah, hello officer, you look terrible? Hey you got, huh-ah. Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight Gotham, do what you want, kill who you wan- ah, augh. And when morning comes, you too shall be…reborn.” Jerome’s demented, hoarse laughter fills y/n’s ears as he lights a fuse, walking over to the man he has tied to a chair. “Oh, and uh….”

“Dwight,” the man supplies him with his name.

“I don’t forgive you for my face.” His laughter fills the room, still being able to be heard as he walks out of the room. A slight pain fills y/n’s heart when he’s gone, but his face is burned into her memory. Staples lined his face, as if it had been put back on, which she can only assume the man tied to the chair had something to do with.

Before Barbara, Tabitha, or Y/n can say anything, the lights turn out. Not just there’s; all the lights.

And once again, y/n is left in complete darkness.


So if you love someone, you should let them know
Oh the light that you left me will Everglow

 

It didn’t take long for them to figure out where Jerome was. It was the only place lite up; a large, twisted circus. Y/n had gone alone, and even as she entered the circus she didn’t regret it. She ran head first, passing all the maniacs, all the murders that surrounded her. Apparently, he had more of a following then they thought.

Jerome!” She shouts his name as she runs, her tears obscuring her vision. “Jerome!” Y/n’s voice cracks as she chokes, trying to hold back her sobs. She doesn’t get far before something trips her, causing her to fall face first into the dirt. She tries to get up, but someone pins her down. “Let me go! Let me go you bastard!” She shouts, struggling to move forward, only making it a few inches before she’s forced onto her back, a blade touching her neck and just barely breaking skin. A warm drop of blood trickles down her neck, and she closes her eyes, flashes of Jerome’s death playing through her mind. “Please-” Whatever y/n was going to say is cut off by her attackers screams, and a loud thud. Her eyes open instantly, and she sees Jerome pinning the man down, staring at him with wide eyes, a dagger stuck in the man’s stomach.

“Look at me,” Jerome croaks, yanking the blade out only to shove it back in. “I want to see you die,” He hisses. “I want to see your eyes, you realizing what a mistake you made.” He leans in close, his gaze slipping over to you as his smile widens cruelly. “She’s mine, and no one hurts what’s mine.” With that, the man dies. Or maybe he was already dead. Y/n wasn’t paying attention to him, her gaze was laser-focused on Jerome. He stands up, brushing himself off with one hand and then pretending to smooth his hair down as he walks over to y/n, pulling her up to her feet and placing one of his gloved hands on her face. His eyes stare into hers as a look of wonder crosses his face. “I remember you, y/n. You were the first thing I remembered…” He leans in closer, placing his other hand firmly on her back and pulling her too him. “I remember not being able to say everything I wanted- I remember not trying…I’m never going to do that again,” he murmurs, his lips now only inches from hers. “I love you y/n. I’m never going to leave you again, and you’re not going to be leaving me anytime soon…right?”

“I-I won’t. I can’t believe you’re alive, Jerome-” His permanent smile widens.

“Shh, y/n. Not now. Right now, I just… I just want to,” his voice stops abruptly as he kisses y/n roughly, his eyes closing instantly. Jerome breaks the kiss quickly though, causing y/n to sigh softly. “I just wanna be with you.” He finishes. A blissful look crosses his face as he tilts his head. “And now, after a year…after a year of nothing but darkness and loneliness, I have you back.”

Present

You sat on your shared bed, looking at him.

A smile so big that it hurt your cheeks was plastered across your face, staring down at your boyfriend who was snoring into the pillows. Today was a very special day; his special day. Throughout the years of spending his birthday with him, you couldn’t help but become so excited just for the fact that you had an excuse to spoil him. Despite the constant arguments on how he insists that you should do anything ( “Nothing special about my birthday, love. No need to waste your energy on it,” he’d say, every year), but of course you never listened, and you always find ways to shower him with unconditional love and care. 

This year, you thought, would blow all the other birthday gifts out of the water. 

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Part Of The Family

Originally posted by darkernights13

Characters: Y/n, John, Dean, Sam

Pairing: John x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluff, absolute fluff. Just cute kiddie Dean and Sam having fun. Accepting into the family. Just pure fluff.

Word Count: 1119

Summary: Y/n and John take the boys to a carnival.

A/N: Ok, just random fluff that I wanted to write. Cos I love me some John and cute little adorable Dean and Sam being happy. Hope u like it.

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sallyp-53@supernatural-jackles @d-s-winchester @malachai-winchester @teamfreewill-imagine@deanscherrypie@helvonasche @kaitlynnlovegood @notnaturalanahi @kittenofdoomage@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam @nerdflash @miss-miep @impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203 @greek-geek481 @chelsea072498 @tttiiigggeeerrrsss @deals-with-demons @plaidstiel-wormstache @impalaimagining @deathtonormalcy56

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“John Winchester, would you hurry your butt up?”

“Just a second, princess”.

“Can we please go now?” Sam whined, pulling at y/n’s hands and trying to drag her to the car.

“We need to wait for your daddy, baby”, she answered, leaning down to scoop him into her arms, letting the boy play with her hair again.

“Dad! Hurry up”.

Y/n chuckled, seeing John hopping out of the cabin, trying to fit his foot into the shoe properly.

“I’m here”.

Y/n rolled her eyes, waiting for him to unlock the impala.

She got in, Sam beside her, Dean sat up front this time.

“So, you guys ready to have some fun?” she teased, leaning forward and ruffling Dean’s hair.

Sam began giggling in anticipation, Dean not able to keep the smile off his face.

“You got everything?” John asked, looking at y/n from the rear-view mirror.

She nodded, sitting back and looking out of the window, occasionally playing a few games of rock paper scissors with Sam while John drove them to their destination.

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Everglow
Coldplay
Everglow

Everglow - Coldplay

We see people come
See people go
This particular timing is extra special
I know you might be gone
And the world may not know
Still I see you celestial

Like a lion you ran
Goddess he wrote
Like an eagle you circle
And perfect of all
So how come things move on
How come cars don’t slow
When it feels like the end of the world
When I should but I can’t let you go

But when I’m cold, cold
When I’m cold, cold
There’s a light that you give me
When I’m in shadows
It’s a feeling within me, everglow

We’re brothers in that
The sisters you write
When we swore on that night
We’d be friends ‘til we die
With the changing of winds
And the way waters flow
Life is short as the falling of snow
And now I’m going to miss you, I know

But when I’m cold, cold
Yeah, all alone, the sun
And I know that you’re with me
And the way you show, when you’re with me wherever I go
But you give me this feeling, it’s everglow

Oh, what I would give for just a moment to know
Yeah, I live for this feeling, it’s everglow
So if you love someone, you should let them know
Oh, the light that you left me will everglow..

Fatherless son part 5

Originally posted by ackleholics

Pairing : Dean x Reader
Warning: smut
Words :2,295
Author : Mel

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The days had been long since the Impala drove out of your life.  It had only been three, but it felt like a life time. You had spent that morning in a meeting at the school trying to convince them to let Jackson switch to shop. Promising better behavior and grades if they allowed it. He finally found something he loved, something that kept him out of trouble. You would not take no for an answer.

You stood in the hallway and Jackson hugged you. “Thank you, mom. For everything.” You smiled, and shooed him off to class reminding him you would be late today since you had missed the morning.

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Claustrophobia-RapMonster(Smut)

Originally posted by kimgoth

In the area of a car, there are only so many places for lust to go.

Req: Can I pretty please request a tired and angry Namjoon and you trying to soothe him with a nice and relaxing message and some sexy time hehe Thanks!

A/N: Since you asked so nicely here you go! Enjoy the *cough* car  *cough* and give me your thoughts. Much love nonnies~ 



 
Namjoon sighs in frustration, pressing his hands against the steering wheel and cracking his back against the now uncomfortable leather seat. We’d been sitting in unmoving traffic for hours now, accidents from the snow preventing movement for miles.

I could feel cold beginning to seep through my layers of clothing, Namjoon had only been running the heat sporadically in order to save gas and I’d neglected innocence to naughty thoughts in order to keep me warm.

“Jesus christ it’s so crammed in here.” He curses, stretching once more.

He’s so sexy when he’s upset, eyebrows furrowed and thick lips pursed with disdain. I wish I could feel their heat along mine, the cold tips of our noses pressing against each other’s cheeks.

I reach over the center console and rub his thigh lightly in what seems like a soothing gesture, but I can already feel the rose between my legs ready to bloom, watering with excitement.

“I’m sure we will be moving soon.” I promise, giving him a small smile as he pulls out his phone.

“They put out a warning to people in the area.” His clipped voice strains. “It’s going to be at least another thirty minutes.”

I hum, finding no car windows directly beside us, unable to see straight into our car.

How perfect.

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There’s an end to every storm. Once all the trees have been uprooted. Once all the houses have been ripped apart. The wind will hush. The clouds will part. The rain will stop. The sky will clear in an instant and only then, in those quiet moments after the storm, do we learn who was strong enough to survive it.
—  Grey’s Anatomy
Your Words

Reading your words to me
Never fails to make me fall
Even harder than I thought I could

So much has changed
We’ve grown so much
Bolstered by each other

The confidence we’ve helped build
The fights that we have occasionally
The perfect stolen moments
In the back of my car

How did I get so lucky?
Honestly, how did I manage
To be yours?
I’ll never really know

What I do know
It’s that I love you.
I love being your devil, your moon
I love being your favorite person

I can’t wait to see what our future holds
The pen is in our hands
The paper in front of us
Begging to be filled up

My angel, my baby girl, my love
Take my hand and don’t let go
Let’s see how far
This rabbit hole goes

things I miss about you

1. your smell
2. how you get wing sauce all over your face even when you go out to eat
3. your glasses
4. the way you’d look at me when we cuddled
5. you were willing to watch action movies with me
6. the way you’d groan when I’d steal the aux cord
7. your friends
8. the look you gave me when I agreed with your grandma saying you were cute
9. when you’d playfully be mad at me
10. your bed felt like home
11. you stayed up late to talk to me
12. your dimples
13. when I hugged you it felt just right
14. how much you love your car
15. your hand was a perfect fit in mine
16. you made up pet names for me & I pretended to hate them but they really made me smile
17. the way you’d kiss my forehead
18. you could always make me laugh
19. when you’d kiss my palm & all my fingers because you knew I loved it
20. my parents love you
21. you let me spike your hair up like mine & kissed me while I was doing it
22. your sick dance moves
23. you’re such a bad singer, but God, I’d kill to hear you sing once more
24. how you’d always get frustrated with me because I’d never seen Star Wars
25. watching you fold laundry
26. putting weird things in your cart at the store because they made you laugh
27. you

You bet your ass Derek has taken care of wine drunk Stiles before. Stiles who tells everyone that he can handle a bottle of wine, but can’t get to the car without help.  Stiles who grabs Derek by the waist and tells him how perfect he is while Derek helps him into the car. 

You bet that Stiles has woken up in the loft in Derek’s bed with Derek on the couch.  And Stiles wishes Derek was with him, but at the same time he’s glad that Derek isn’t because he wants his first kiss with him to be sober and consensual on both ends. 

You bet that he finally kisses Derek the next morning because he’s Derek and because he’s taken care of him for years, and because he’s Derek.

And Derek kisses him back because he’s Stiles and he’s wanted to kiss him for months, if not years.

And wine drunk Stiles may have told Derek that he has feelings for him and that he dreams about cuddling him. Either way, they end up together and no one is complaining because Stiles and Derek are happy and the UST is finally, finally, dealt with. 

8

If you’re afraid of losing your happy ending, that means you found it. 
What is it?

confession | taehyung

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo



request: A cute fluffy scenario for Tae when his crush also bff is conffesing to him?

group: bts

pairing: v/taehyung x reader

genre: fluff & light, very light smut

word count: 1,694

I’m sorry for taking sooooo long but here you go, hope you like it!



The phone rings a couple of times, making you awake from the thick cloud of sleepiness. You groan looking at the time, it was almost 3 a.m, who could be possibly calling you right now? You answer the phone, with a sore voice. “Yes?” Taehyung’s voice startles you, he was screaming some incoherent things, you widen your eyes now fully awake. You sit in the bed and rub your eyes before silencing him. “Hey, Tae!” he doesn’t listen, still mumbling in the other side. “KIM TAEHYUNG!” you yell and he stops talking, startled by your reaction and you talk before he starts again. “Talk slow so I can understand you, it must be important for you to be calling me at this hour” you yawn, feeling sleepy again. “Y/N-ah, there’s a huge spider in the bathroom and I want to pee” you frown and muffle a laugh, nodding to control your laugh. “And can’t you just ignore it and walk past it?” You suggest slowly and marking the words.

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3 weeks is way too long

Summary: Dan and Phil are bestfriends and they can’t spend three weeks apart from each other so they decide to go up north together. When they get there, Phil’s grandma insinuates something, and Dan has something to confess.

Word count: 3.3k

Genre: fluff

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Rajigaze 4.11 Aoi & Kai Part 1

DON’T REPOST MY TRANSLATION AND PLEASE ASK IF YOU WANT TO USE MY TRANSLATION IN ANY WAY.


Kai was talking about it being the first time for Aoi and Kai to have this show together

K: therefore, I’m in your favor for this one hour!
A: I’m in your favor for this long time
K: it’s not long! not long at all
A: okay

Aoi reading a letter: ‘I think this song is one that Aoi-san really likes. Also I really like Aoi-san, please support me’ nooopeee don’t wana

Kai doesn’t use trains at all. Aoi used it lately once (he tweeted about it)
K: did you use Suica?
A: ah no I don’t have it
K: right??? me neither (Kai had a smiliar talk with Uruha…I think? once lol)
A: I bought a paper ticket
K: paper ticket right…

the girl who wrote them was groped in the train once so Kai said he never experienced smth like this, but it’s also scary to be accused of this, so he would grab the handle with both hands so he couldn’t be accused of groping people
K: this is smth I did experience tho
A: I see…well I didn’t have any trains at my home so…
K: *giggles* did you use boats?
A: bus…
K: I see lol

there were two fans (2 years ago) who had time before they went to the venue (gazette live) and ended up in a music store looking at the models of Aoi and Uruha. The friend got so excieted that she bought the guitar (Aois)
K: wow to buy something like that on the way to the venue… also it’s not really cheap is it???
A: not at all
K: it’s quite some price right? A: well well well…but really thank you!
K: but well that is something that happens to us quite often too right? Going to the shop just for a look and then buying 2 or 3 things…
A: well 2 or 3 would be a bit too much…
K: well for me it’s more like 5 or 6 I guess
both: lol

fan: is talking about the gap between the members on stage and the one’s at rajigaze
K: as you keep talking you get excited and the words just come out right?
A: yeah right? You forget that on the other side everyone is listening
K: yeah, but doing a radio live would be really bad lol
A: that’s true

question: between girls who can drink and girls who can drink just a little, which are more attractive?
A: for me it has to fit… like too much is no god, but too weak is not god either. I want her to suit me in this right?
K: ah I see, I see
A: for this it would be better if she’s strong right?
K: right? that would be better.
A girl whith a sense for the mood right?
A: well both have to suit each other to have fun while drinking together right?
K: ah I see I see!
K: for me… hmmm … I guess it would be girl who can just drink a little
A: ehh? why? isn’t it troublesome???
K:no not when she’s wasted,mbut like..a little drunk-I think it’s easy to go along in this state A: ahh…ah I see, this is inexcusable,you…
K: it’s a joke, just a joke lol
A: you should be careful! everyone is listening on the other side you know!
K: I’m sorry, I’m really sorry lol
K: but well I’m nor really strong with alcohol myself,so like we said earlier, to suit each other if she can drink just a little, it’s perfect

how they decide what kind of car they want Aoi researches the cars of one store and decided which would fit him best. The look is important too- outer more than inner. After he decided for the look from the outside he decides for the inner things- sometimes he wants a specific color or it won’t work for him A: 'somehow I can’t just buy a whole car while my own car has maintenances like Kai-kun did.’
For Kai the look from the outside is the most important-he doesn’t really care about the insides,it’s important that it’s easy to drive too, but not the most important- he decides by price
A:…. that’s cool….
K: *giggles* sorry
A: he’s just too cool isn’t he?

seems like some fans wrote too dark things even for the dark corner- so they can’t read it on radio-they want us to send 'light’ dark things

a fan drove in the night and a deer was jumping in front of her car
K: if something like this happened to us, how would we react?
A: I would be deeply wounded…
K: lol yeah you seem like this kind of person right
A: yeah… you probably wouldn’t mind at all right?
K: yeah not at all lol but that might be a difference of A and B blood types right? You would probably think about having hurt the deer right?
A: yeah…
K: I wouldn’t think about that at all. Even if I though about it, it wouldn’t help at all- so I don’t see a use in thinking about it at all
A: well that’s true
K: but A types can’t think like that right?
A: no
K: that’s why I think it’s easy to be a B type
A: the darkness of B types huh

K: so it’s already over
A: ehhh?
K: how was it? the first time we did this alone?
A: it was reaaaaly easy to talk!
K: really? thank you! I thought you would tell me that it was hard to talk for sure! I couldn’t even sleep yesterday lol
A: really? unexpected right? It was really easy to talk!As expected of Leader!
K:thanks! Did you already do a radio with Reita-kun or Uruha-kun?
A: yeah, Reita was easy to talk to, too. Uruha..oui, well for his sake…
K: *giggles* I see, at that time if he had alcohol… lol
A: right? with the might of alcohol …

usually they say the adress we can send our messages to at least 3 or 4 times, but Kai forgot about it until the end

New Eyes For Supermom

Epiphanies are born in emergency rooms. It’s a strange and depressing place where your mind replays scenarios, or creates hypothetical ones, as you wait for someone you almost lost- or are about to lose. On the evening of Saturday, September 12, 2015, I found myself in the lobby of an E.R., texting my two sisters on my blood crusted phone, reeking of B.O. and mildew from marinating in my bathing suit all day. My mom’s blood splatters were painted on my shins, but I wore them like armor to remind myself of her strength and suffrage.

This sounds like I’m about to describe a scene from Gone Girl. I’m slightly morbid, but when it comes to my family, I am extremely sentimental. Thankfully no one died. My mother, Neda, is alive, well, and at almost 60 she’s still kickboxing.

Earlier that day, we were swimming with my mom, who was visiting her daughters in Los Angeles and escaping Chicago. On the way home, my mom and I were in the backseat fantasizing about the epic dinner we were about to cook, completely entranced in our conversation and oblivious to the traffic-congested streets of L.A. I replayed sweet memories of how I used to crawl on the kitchen floor in my nightgown as a kid, pretending I was a cat, while tugging at my mom’s apron as she hovered over the stove. Nostalgia coated my brain like warm blanket as she described her secret recipe for garlicky red sauce. I admired her dewy, sun-kissed face in the car as she spoke so confidently about her ingredients..

And then it happened. “Fuck!!!,” my boyfriend yelled from the driver seat in a way I’ve never heard him say the word. I was awoken from my reminiscing in a panic and the second I looked at the road, a reckless driver was making an illegal U-turn toward us. Before I could even process the collision, the air bags exploded, filling the air with smoke and debris, followed with screams of agony from my mom. The shock from the impact left me feeling powerless and paralyzed for several seconds. It took me a minute for my senses to reawaken so I could look to my left in the backseat to see if she was even alive.

The grim reaper dangled my mom’s life in front me. The Angel of Death gave her back to me.

The result of the car crash was my boyfriend’s totaled Prius, my mom’s mutilated fingers, and a new pair of eyes for how I see her.

As a child, the garlic red sauce Neda was describing seemed like it magically appeared on the stove. It magically appeared the same way the bills were paid, the house was clean, vacations were made, and our wardrobes were full. What was expected and taken for granted as a child, was a daily struggle for my mother.

Neda could have been the poster child for the Supermom movement.

To make our world comfortable, she worked 14 hour days including weekends, slaved away in the kitchen to feed a family of 5, drove us and the neighbor to school, dusted every corner of the house, consoled three hormonal teenage girls, converted to Islam and raised us Muslim, took us on her business trips, and still managed to come out of the daily circus of life appearing fully capable, tough, and immortal.

It wasn’t until my late teens, during the crumbling marriage of my mom and dad, where I observed her fragility. But my priorities didn’t concern my parents, and maintaining a social life was paramount to everything. With a family reduced in size, dinners were shorter and ended with us teens headed straight to the computer to continue our Myspace chat conversations, or getting dressed up to go out. My mom was left in the kitchen alone, slowly picking at the remains of her home-cooked meal. While tears fell into her plate over the broken family, her only company was a super size bottle of red wine from Costco.

“I think my finger is off,” my pale-faced mother said as I held her hand in a bundle of pool towels outside the scene of the car crash. Her blood was pouring into a stream of gasoline that was dripping from the totaled car. I had to pretend it was red wine to prevent myself from getting squeamish.

When the ambulance arrived, I begged the EMTs to let me ride with to be near her. In the back of the truck I was really shaken up, but I tried to act unaffected and emotionally stable around my mom who was losing more blood and color in her lips. Still not knowing if her finger was on or off, she managed to be so calm. Barely complaining about the pain, she just said “I feel like throwing up.”

With three kids in the house, my parents dealt with a lot of puke. The stomach flu made me miserable, but I secretly loved the attention my mom gave me when I was sick. She would set up a sleeping bag outside her home office, nurse me with tea and toast every couple hours, and brought home rented VHS movies for me to binge watch.

She cared for me that same way even as a 19 year old, except that time I was in a full-size bed and nauseous from drinking too much on Halloween the night before.

Most of my teenage years, my mom enforced rules of Islam that forbade drinking, but at that time she was amidst a divorce and loosening her grip on us. Maybe feeling like a single mother left her with no choice but to let go and allow us to make our own mistakes. When I fucked up, she was disappointed and stern, but was always by my side giving me a lesson, whether that was in the the courtroom after I got caught stealing from Macy’s, or while watching me get breathalyzed at a busted high school party.

I have to pry stories out of my mom to hear about her self-admitted mistakes, from an unwanted high school pregnancy, to unfaithful boyfriends, to mescaline and cocaine. I remind her not to be ashamed or embarrassed, and that I can vicariously learn through her life.

“I cheated death,” my mom profoundly said as her hand got wrapped with gauze in the ER. In other words, we got lucky.

I will never forget the site of the artery dangling from her finger, dripping blood slowly like a leaking hose. She still wore a smile, even before the pain killers trickled into her bloodstream through an IV. I kept begging my mom to power through the discomfort and resist getting a morphine drip. I’m scarred from the horror stories I’ve heard about medical drugs leading to addiction, especially the one about my mom’s father.

I never met my Lithuanian grandfather. He was addicted to heroin during the aftermath of WWII. My mom’s immigrant family was on the edge, living paycheck to paycheck in a blue collar neighborhood of New Haven, Connecticut, during the civil rights movement. One night after curfew, as my grandfather was walking home from work as a cook, he was brutally mugged. He was killed when she was 10 years old.

Neda has gone her entire life without the closure of knowing who took her father’s life. But bitterness and vengeance never surface when she talks about her murdered father, which is not often. She never victimizes herself or blames her struggles on the traumatic loss.

My mom just admits that the reason she always had a man in her life, is because she didn’t have a father. I admire her accountability and honesty.

“I was a lost child, lost teenager, now a lost adult,” she recently told me. What I see is a misguided girl who made mistakes and was forced to grow up fast, thrusting herself into adulthood, into a woman who learned to embody the characteristics of culturally constructed male roles…

Work ethic. Strength. Bravery. Physical endurance. Self-discipline.

Sometimes I imagine her father frozen in time, still wearing mid-century fashion, watching over her from Heaven. I imagine him watching his daughter’s life like a movie throughout the decades.  

I wonder if he was proud of Neda when she risked dropping out of college to move across the country alone, to build a career for herself as an independent graphic designer. I wonder if he was proud seeing his daughter of the civil rights movement challenging the stereotypical image of the white American couple, by marrying a Pakistani man and converting to Islam. I wonder if my grandfather is mind-blown watching my mom’s biceps flex as she lifts weights and does kickboxing, well into her late 50s. I can’t imagine how helpless he must have felt from Heaven, watching my mom get held up at gunpoint at a laundry mat in L.A in the 80s.

When the time came for surgery to get her artery repaired and fingers readjusted, my mom forced a smile as she got wheeled into operating room. Jokes filled the air about how her eyelash extensions were still in perfect condition, despite the car wreck. She insisted that her daughters go home during the operation, and reassured us that she was in good hands with professionals.

My entire life Neda has proven to be strong and independent. But I know that when she says she’s fine alone, those words secretly mean she would love the company of her children. Behind the smile is a woman who suffered most of her life.

I often hear the assumption that women are needy and attention-seeking, usually attributed to having “daddy issues.” I also have observed how a women is devalued in our society once she gives birth, as if arriving at motherhood strips a women of her sexuality, youth, and relevance. Let us be reminded that not only giving birth, but raising a child as a working women in the modern world while navigating prevailing gender inequalities, is a job that requires an immense amount of labor, responsibility, and strength. Overlooked and often discarded, these women are walking female heroes.

Neda’s aura of independence and heroism left me forgetting that despite possessing the superpower to juggle everything in life with grace, she is human. Several months after the car crash, I still replay the scene in my head to make sense of the incident. It look a life-threatening event to gain perspective and view a fragile and delicate side of my mother. It was a sign from whatever higher power is up there, to be awakened to the mortality, history, and experience of the person who raised me.