.,.t.he way she looks at her..😩 i have reached the point where i simply cannot understand PPL WHO STILL DENY THE CHEMİSTRY AND VERY SPECIAL BOND between them look at this tiny cutie you still dont trust !?? LOOK HOW MUCH LOVE AND KINDNESS HER EYES RADIATE. So fuckin geniune…
like the wind, like this dust I can’t catch you, I can’t see you Remember love you I love you I believed it was love, I called it destiny Remember love you I love you I am living in your eyes I will answer only to you get hold of me who’s staggering my love, my love
- My love - Lee Hi -
Ahhh~~~ I wanted to complete this one for Zenny’s birthday but I was soooo slow. TvT I’ve played the April fool dlc and it sure hurted me alot when Zen realizes we’re from different dimensions. I’m sure many Zen’s fans would feel the same. But even if he can’t get to our world, as long as when you can draw, or write, you can always come to him. Sooo happy birthday Zenny my love!
p/s: I’ll upload this image in my dA later incase you guys wanna download it in higher quality and not a gif. X”D
Prompt: “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
Warnings: Angst; Swearing
You had been walking around Arkadia, talking amongst the people of the camp. Your newly given guard jacket felt heavy on your shoulders considering it was a size too big. They chose to make you guard after Bellamy had upped and left out of nowhere. At first Kane was skeptical, you had been pretty tore up after the older Blake sibling left but you kept on a strong facade.
“How are you feeling?” you turned around at the sound of Kane’s familiar voice. He stood behind you with a soft smile as he looked you over in the guard uniform.
You sighed softly and averted your gaze to your boots before looking back up at Marcus. He asked this every day even though it had been nearly three weeks since Bellamy was gone. “I’m fine. Tired, but fine,” you answered and shrugged a bit.
Kane opened his mouth to speak again but he was interrupted by the sound of the alarm going off at the gate, signaling someone was outside or between the wall and the tree line.
You and Marcus ran side by side to the gate, an assault rifle being thrusted into your hands. “What do we got?” you called out as you checked the gun to make sure it was loaded and ready.
“We saw something along the tree line, it’s started moving into the pasture. Possibly a Grounder,” Miller answered you and stepped forward with his own gun ready.
You nodded and positioned the gun on your shoulder before ordering the other guards to open the gate. Everyone was under your command, no one allowed to fire unless you said so. The gate opened slowly and you stepped forward, peering into the scope on your large gun that magnified your view.
You turned slowly, examining the large open expanse before the trees started. You stopped when you saw movement just over the small hill and you walked forward until you could see clearly. You stopped dead in your tracks and stared into the scope in shock.
“(Y/N)?” you could hear Miller ask but your heart was beating so fast you could barley hear your breath.
“Hold your fire!” you yelled out and dropped your own gun to your side, turning your head and meeting Kane’s eyes. “It’s Bellamy. Someone get Abby Griffin!”
In a rush, guards and people from medical ran past you and out to meet Bellamy who was limping and badly beaten. You walked back to the gates, thrusting your gun into Monty’s arms who looked at you in worry. You kept walking past him, Bryan and Harper and kept your eyes forward.
“Send him to the interrogation room as soon as possible,” you called to them as you continued to walk to the Ark. Monty called your name in protest but you turned your head sharply and shouted, “That’s an order!”
Once you were in the safe confines of the Ark’s walls, you felt like you couldn’t breath. You were sucking in deep breaths and stumbling against the wall as tears burned in your eyes. You let out a scream and slammed your fist into the wall, hearing your bones crunch against the thick metal.
You walked quickly to the interrogation room and slammed the large door behind you. You pulled your jacket off quickly and threw it against the wall. You leaned over the table and put your head in your hands, tugging at your hair as tears fell down your cheeks.
Bellamy left you, without saying a word, without a goodbye. He just left. Now he was back, limping in beat up like nothing happened. He waltzed right out the doors without looking back and broke your heart. You spent all this time trying to mend it and it was being shattered all over again.
You paced the room for what felt like forever, chewing on your bottom lip as you waited for someone to bring Bellamy in. After another few minutes, there was a knock at the door. It opened and Kane stuck his head in, meeting your puffy eyes. “Are you sure about this?” he questioned.
With not of your head, the door was opened the rest of the way and Bellamy stepped into the room. Your heart was pounding against your rib cage as his eyes locked with yours and he swallowed thickly. The door was shut behind him, leaving the two of you alone in the eerily silent room.
“(Y/N)-” Bellamy started but you raised your hand to silence him and shook your head.
“Don’t, you don’t get to speak right now,” your voice was hard as you glared at the dark haired male in front of you who pressed his lips together. “Where were you Bellamy? You just leave without telling anyone? You couldn’t even say goodbye? You didn’t tell anyone where you went, for three weeks a search party looked for you. For three weeks I was heartbroken and worried sick. For three weeks I was ALONE. You left me Bellamy!” your voice broke when you finally said his name and you looked away.
Bellamy stood before you, guilt ridden on his face as he stared at the floor where your feet were. He didn’t know what to say without making everything worse. He never meant to hurt you, he thought you didn’t care that he left.
“If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve,” Bellamy spoke softly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
You turned and looked at Bellamy in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? I never should have had to ask! I loved you, you idiot!” you screamed at him, all of your pent up anger and emotion coming out. You now had tears streaming down your face but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “I was in love with you and you left,” your bottom lip quivered as you spoke.
Bellamy finally stepped forward, his larger frame towering over yours as his hands reached up and cupped your cheeks. Bellamy forced you to look him in the eyes as his own looked glossy with unshed tears. He sniffled slightly as his thumbs traced your jawline slowly.
“You were in love with me?” Bellamy asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or you are?”
You stared up into the chocolate brown eyes that belonged to the love of your life and you held onto his forearms as he caresses your face. You but your lip and sighed softly as your thoughts ran a mile a minute. “I am in love with you, you idiot,” you finally answered, causing you both to smile.
Bellamy leant down and pressed his lips to yours softly, his hands holding you close to you couldn’t get away. You stood in the quiet room as you kissed the man of your dreams. The two of you still had a lot to talk about but in that moment you didn’t care. All you focus on was that moment felt as your lips moved perfectly in sync with Bellamy Blake’s.
It’s two days before the last day of school, and I’m sitting in my Combatives class ready to die of boredom. Mr. Vaughn is showing a demonstration video on how to slay a basilisk. Again. It was the last question on our final. Only half of us got it right.
I was not one of the lucky few.
No one is paying attention as the warrior in the party uses her reflective shield to distract the basilisk while a mage makes a big deal about putting the creature down with a sleep spell. We’re all talking and thinking about the summer.
“What did you get in here?” Jeb asks from across the row.
“C,” I say. “What about you?”
“D minus,” he says, waving his test at me. His ears droop a little like a chastised puppy. Demons are so sensitive.
I shrug. “At least you dodged a bullet. No summer school.”
“Yeah,” Jeb looks down at his test morosely. “But still, you can’t kill a basilisk? Who knew they were an endangered species?”
Mr. Vaughn is clip-clopping across the front of the room now, arms crossed as he gives one of his “these are skills for the real world” lectures once again. As fun as it is to watch a centaur go off on a tear, I’m over Mr. Vaughn and I’m over this school year.
I don’t really care about the test, but I do hate when Jeb gets all emo. “Look, we’re never going to use this anyway. No one goes adventuring anymore.”
He nods and incinerates his test with a simple fire spell. No one even glances at him.
“What are you doing this summer?” he asks after a long while, his voice low. He’s still bummed about his bad grade. Maybe I’ll take him out for frozen yogurt after school. Cheer him up. Sprinkles would cheer anyone up.
I slouch down in my desk, stretching with a yawn. Mr. Vaughn has given up on his lecture and has retreated to his desk to eat an apple someone brought him. He’s much calmer now. It’s probably the apple. Centaurs freaking love apples.
“Nothing dude,” I say, finally answering Jeb’s question. “Absolutely nothing.”
The second day of summer vacation my mom tells me I need to get a job.
We’re sitting at dinner eating Mom’s famous tavern stew, which is really just a bunch of random things boiled down to mush. She’s still dressed in her work clothes: low cut white gown and flower crown. I asked her once why the clinic makes her wear such a ridiculous outfit, and she just shrugged and said “It’s tradition. This is how healers dress.” The men have an outfit that is just as stupid, tight white breeches and a flowy tunic, but I still think it sucks that my mom has to dress like a sex object to help people. Like, where is the self-respect in that?
“So, Caitlyn, what are your plans for summer?” Mom asks as I’m about to shovel in some of her stew. My mouth is full so I just shrug and say “Uhnano.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? No big plans?” Mom is giving me this tight smile that means she wants a specific answer, but I have no idea what she’s looking for here. It’s summer. It’s two and a half months of not thinking about magic spells or chemistry or monster identification or algebra or anything, really. So why is she hassling me?
“I was thinking of maybe taking my mage’s test or something,” I say, hoping it’s enough to distract Mom from whatever she’s about. Dad isn’t even paying attention to the conversation. As usual he’s nose deep in Berserker Weekly. Dad used to be this big time adventurer, walking through forests and bashing in heads for fun and profit. That’s where he met Mom. I think he saved her from an evil wizard or a druidic cult or something. It was a long time ago, though, and now he mainly consults for a living.
“Oh, that’s a good idea. After you get your license maybe you could call Marcus and see if he’ll let you work in the Hex shop. I mean, you should really get a job this summer. Don’t you agree, Brock?”
A frown creases Dad’s dark face but he grunts in assent.
I take another bite of stew and look down at the bowl to avoid answering. There’s no way I’m going to work in my Uncle Marcus’s Hex shop. The thought of untangling curses all summer makes me want to turn myself into a frog and hide out in the forest. Not to mention that my Uncle Marcus is the cheapest man alive. I’d be lucky if he even paid me.
Mom pushes her bowl of stew away and jumps to her feet. “Good! Caitlyn, I’ll send Marcus a note letting him know you’ll be there tomorrow bright and early—”
“I don’t want to work in the Hex shop. It’s gross.”
Mom stops and turns to me slowly. Her skin is pale as usual but two spots of color have appeared high on her cheeks. She is pissed. “Removing hexes is not gross. Your uncle gives those people their lives back.”
“A woman with boils all over her face is pretty gross, Mom.” Last year when I had to pick a concentration Mom took me to see Marcus to convince me to pick cursework because it pays pretty well. I chose spellweaving instead. I’d rather work in a factory making love charms or fire spells than to have to turn frogs back into snotty princes all day.
Mom purses her lips and turns to my Dad. “Brock, will you please talk some sense into your daughter?”
“Cursework is disgusting, Mel,” Dad says, lowering his paper. “Why can’t the girl go adventuring like everyone else her age?”
“No one goes adventuring anymore, Dad,” I say. Because it’s true. Adventuring is something your parents make you do because they don’t understand that it isn’t cool to slay dragons anymore or that maidens can rescue themselves.
I mean, adventuring is just so lame. Walking around, looking for a prophecy to fulfill, and then working really hard for something that may or may not come true? Yawn. I have better things to do.
“No one goes adventuring, huh?” Dad and Mom exchange a look, like they’re about to laugh at some inside joke. Then Dad raises his paper again. “Either way, you’re not going to sit around the house all summer and play video games. Get a job, Caity-Bird, and if you can’t find one then your mother will call Marcus and you can spend all summer waking princesses.”
And that’s how I end up working at the Shop Quick.
Summary: You feel neglected by Spock and just want him to tell you he cares about you.
You expected him to say it at the wedding.
He did not and it hurt you more than you expected. Why couldn’t he just say it?
You already had so many times. You told him again in your vows at the wedding,
that’s where you assumed he’d say it. But those three words were never uttered
from your husbands lips. Which annoyed you, but you understood what the half of
him that was Vulcan did to his character. Jim could see you were upset at the
after party, which was more for you than Spock. Jim told you that Spock had
told you about the different ways he loved you, just not with those words. You
admitted it hurt you and you did feel like maybe he didn’t love you as much as
you loved him. But that begged the question of why would he marry you if he
didn’t love you? Jim had just tried to tell you how you were wrong and Spock
did love you. But it was hard to believe him when he hadn’t actually said it
Your comm rang and seeing it was Spock you
ignored it. It went to the message.
“Y/n. You don’t seem to be answering
my comm calls. So I am assuming you are ignoring me or have lost your comm. I
wasn’t aware you had any activities occurring today that meant you were exiting
the house. If you could please call me back I would be much obliged and less
worried by the lack of communication, I will see you when I return home.”
He hung up and you sat back on the bed. You felt bad but you also wanted him to
be worried in a way because, it showed that he cares. Maybe that was
manipulative but you needed the affirmation that he didn’t stay with you and
marry you for some other reason.
Later that day, the doorbell rang, so you
knew it wasn’t Spock. Going to the door you opened it. It was Jim.
“So. You’re not dead!” He
exclaimed. “I’m Spock’s eyes and ears because apparently you haven’t been
returning any of the poor Vulcans’ calls and he’s getting worried.” Jim
walked in and got a beer from the kitchen.
A/N: I don’t know where you are, but in Australia it’s Sebastian Stan’s birthday so here’s a little Seb based fic. I know I don’t write many of these ‘cause well, I’m in-love with Chris. But for those who prefer Seb, this one’s for you. ❤️
Today was one of those beautiful days in New York Sebastian always talked about when he was asked about his city. The weather was stupendous, it was almost as though the universe had parceled it out to him as a birthday present. 8:00AM had him waiting outside your apartment building, observing each passerby with great sonder. The thought had was all these people passing him had lives as vivid and complex as his, perhaps they had a birthday to celebrate with their best friend too. He couldn’t tell; no two lives were the same. You were meant to pick Sebastian up at his, but he couldn’t wait. The two of you had plans to spend the day together before his birthday party tonight with the rest of your mutual friends. His boys already had him with a pre-celebration at The Surf Lodge, so now it was your turn. If Sebastian was being honest with himself, he’d rather the whole twenty-four hours with just the girl he loved.
You’d been friends with Sebastian since college. The two of you were so close that if he weren’t out of the state filming, you made sure to see each other at least once a day. It didn’t even have to be an official plan, you could come home and see him waiting on your couch. You had one of those relationships where it wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone if the two of you got together, but it also wouldn’t if you simply remained friends. There was no fear of risking your friendship preventing you from being together, you were just content with what you had going. It wasn’t like you hadn’t discussed it before, or shared a drunken kiss or two. It was hard to define the kind of love you carried for each other. It was a mix of many; the lines were always blurred. The two of you could be radically happy as a couple, yet if you saw him with another girl- you’d just be happy for him. It was the same if he saw you with another guy because unadulterated happiness was what you wanted for the other, it didn’t matter how it was achieved.
But Sebastian was starting to question the methods, wondering if he was being bereft of a great life with you. He was turning thirty-five, he was getting to an age his mother was starting to worry about. Out of everything he’d accomplished in his thirty-five years, marriage and kids were yet to be conquered. She wanted that for him like every mother wanted it for her child, and she wanted it more whenever he saw him with you. She may have respected your decisions as adults not to pursue a relationship with increasingly high success rates, but she didn’t understand it. If she were either of you and she knew the person standing before her was easily the one she could spend the rest of her life with, she’d sweep that opportunity off its feet the second it became available. She forced that idea on Sebastian at dinner last night, promising him that “one day, she’s going to be with another guy and you’re not going to be okay with it.”
“Sebastian Stan,” he heard you call his name and he turned; the smile was on his face even before he saw yours. “What are you doing here?” You chuckled. “I’m meant to go pick you up, it’s your birthday.” He shrugged, pulling you in for a hug. “Happy birthday, old man.” Your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. Time stood still for the both of you and a comfortable silence ensued. You both smiled because nothing compared to the feeling of being held by each other. You, too, were starting to question if being just friends was enough for you anymore.
“You realize you’re only a year younger than me, right?”
“Mm hm,” you nodded, pulling away. “And don’t you forget it,” you held out his present for him and he took it, releasing a soft laugh when you said, “old man.” He held the small box in his hand, turning it left and right as he admired the wrapping. “You can open it now if you want,” you informed him when you saw his empty wrist. “It’s nothing fancy,” you bit back your smile when you said that.
“You always say that when you get me something fancy,” he chuckled, gently tearing into the paper. You suppressed your urge to laugh when he said that, he simply knew you too well. “Holy shit,” he cussed when he saw the packaging. “Are you out of your mind?” He scrunched the wrapping paper and tucked the ball under his arm, opening the Audemars Piguet box to reveal a beautiful watch: a Jules Audemars Tourbillion silver dial watch. “Why did you spend so much money on me?”
“It wasn’t that much,” you shrugged nonchalantly as you walked off in the direction of the café the two of you were planning to have breakfast at. Sebastian followed after you, closing the box. He wasn’t an idiot, that was a very expensive watch. So much so he felt the need to cover it with the wrapping paper so no one could see what it was. He wasn’t afraid you’d broken your bank, it was hard for a successful owner of a big publishing company to do that. He just found the gift unnecessary considering he was happy with your presence as a gift. “If you’re going to whine about the gift all day, I’m turning around and going home.”
“Trust me I’m very aware of what you’d do if I whine about my gift.” You’d left him on his birthday before, but he’d bugged you too much. You came back with cake, but he stopped whining after that incident. He hurried after you, joining your side. “Can I just say one thing?” He asked.
“Depends,” you glanced at him, slipping your hand into his. “Is that one thing ‘thank you, I love my new watch’?” You raised a brow then smiled when he laughed. “If that is so, no need.” You told him and he sighed, squeezing your hand. “Are you going to just carry it in the box, or are you going to put the watch on?”
“Can I put it in your bag first so we don’t get robbed in broad daylight?”
“God, you’re so dramatic,” you laughed, taking your hand out of his to hold open your bag for him to put his gift in. “No wonder you became an actor, I can’t imagine you doing anything else.” He rolled his eyes, flashing his teeth when he smiled. “Can you promise me you’ll wear it?”
“Of course I’ll wear it, darling,” he gently pinched your chin. “It’s a beautiful watch and I am very grateful you got it for me.” You smiled, letting him take your hand as the two of you continued down the street. “So can we sidetrack my birthday for a second and talk about yours, ‘cause for the first time in sixteen years I actually don’t know what’s happening. Are you having a party, are you-” You laughed at his confusion, and he chuckled, “what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” you shrugged.
“You love birthdays and you’re telling me you’ve got nothing planned?” He asked and you nodded. “No,” he shook his head, discounting anything you’ve told him. “I don’t believe you. You always do something for your birthday, big or small- I have never seen you do nothing for it, so let me know so I can accommodate whatever it is you have planned.”
“I have nothing planned, Seb,” you assured him. “I’m not lying. It’s on a Friday so I’m going to work. I have no plans, other than you. I am definitely going to go see you because- well, it’ll just be sad if I don’t see anyone I love on my birthday.” He eyed you suspiciously and you laughed. “I’m not lying!”
“Okay, even if you don’t have a party planned- I am not letting you spend your birthday working, you are going to take the day off because you can as the CEO.” You shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with his statement. “We’re going to spend the day like tourists, visiting all the hotspots in New York like we did when we were younger. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded.
The comfortable silence returned as you and Sebastian continued to walk, then he suddenly stopped and moved in front of you. You looked at him with furrowed brows then felt your facials softened when he said, “how would you feel if I told you I loved you?”
“Depends if this is a confession,” you answered. “I feel like you’re quoting Ed Sheeran and I um- I don’t really know how to process that.” He chuckled, shaking his head in utter disbelief that he’d waited this long to decide you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. “This feels like a weird conversation to have on the side of the street.”
“I know, but I had dinner with my mom yesterday and she told me that one day I’m going to see you with another guy and I won’t be okay with it.” He told you. “I went home and I couldn’t sleep because of that, the idea of you with someone else. And it’s insane because- all I want is for you to be happy, be it with me or without me. Then I realized I was in-love with you and suddenly all that time I spent just being your friend became absurd to me.” He stopped rambling when he realized you hadn’t said anything. “Am I ruining this by telling you that?”
“No, of course not,” you shook your head. “Seb-” you chuckled, feeling your smile reach your eyes. Your mind was cloyed, it felt like felicity hearing him admit that. It didn’t occur to you how much you wanted him to admit that until that very moment. “I’m in-love with you too.” His smile tenfold. “I can’t believe it took us sixteen years to get here, but- I am. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I can’t imagine having to spend the rest of it seeing you with someone else. So yeah,” you felt your eyes water, “I’m in-love with you too.”
“Let it be known,” he began as he pulled you into him, a hand on your waist and the other gently caressing your face. “That my thirty-fifth birthday is officially,” he dipped his head and lowered his voice into a soft whisper, “the best,” he inched closer to your lips, “birthday,” he smiled, “ever.” You chuckled then met his lips a passionate kiss.