we began as imperfections, so as we grew older finding out more about who we should be in order to live a meaningful life, who we could’ve been sits in the back of our mind. they say that time is money, so I’ll spend some of it on you. I love to write, but I love it even more when conversation is easy. we live our lives even when life demands that we rise to the occasion. life isn’t as planned– you have adapted. one could argue that the strongest structure of a flower is the stem. is it not the red from the rose’s petals? it demands to be noticed. it’s a calling to be touched. is it not the sharpness from the thorns? when we look into the mirror, we see the scars, blemishes and a face that could be different. there’s only one you, get used to being beautiful in your own little way. is it not the grace of a flower to being able and available for people to pluck it, to be in a vase, for bees to move it– why would you be a street lamp if you could be the moon? we can’t be amazing every single second of everyday– but that doesn’t stop you from making people feel warm. there’s too much pain, there’s too much hate– so when I see your smile followed by a wink– it helps the day, a tender and delicate heart worn on your sleeve to match your spirit. we began as imperfections. you tell me that you’re not always strong, sometimes you’re weak. that’s the thing about strength, to understand that tears will end some day, to smile even if you’re on the verge of collapsing, to roar your laughter even if you’re upset– it’s okay to take things to heart, we put meaning into our own lives. we know the feeling of abandonment and that is why we love so hard. we know how to make mistakes, but we also know that it takes time to fix it. delicate enough to look at life and say damn, today wasn’t so bad, tomorrow will be better. we’re not too close, but you still give the best hugs. we began as imperfections- we don’t take bullshit from people. they can see it on your face and your tone of voice. you ask, why are you so nice to me? our occupation isn’t my dream job, I’m not the person that I want to be, I’m working on becoming better everyday. so when I show up to do another 8 hours and the first thing I’m given is a wink, a hug and a smile. how is anyone not nice to you?
Summary: Hiiiii! How are you??? Can I have a request where you’re dating E and unintentionally you’ve been taking a lot of his attention because you love spending time with him and vise versa so when Gray speaks out about it to Ethan a fan or someone overhears and it turns into this huge thing where people are saying you’re trying to split them up so the boys tweet about it but E talks to you and gray saying how he never wants either of you to feel left out because you’re both important to him?
A/N: This is my first 3rd person POV so if I completely ruin everything I am sorry I don’t mean to be terrible! I was born that way. This is sorta part 2 to Truth Detector! Thanks for the request and this is pretty cute just saying! Requests are open!
“Y/N stop that tickles!” Ethan shouts as he is being tickled by Y/N. Ethan and Y/N have been dating for a few months now since the lie detector video and are absolutely crazy about each other. They were always spending time together. Y/N even found herself in the twins videos on more occasions then planned. Her and Ethan would always been cuddling or kissing in the video and always made Grayson seem like the third wheel. The fans didn’t seem to mind at all though. I mean of course she got hate from some fans, but most loved and adored her. The said she was funny, charming, and that her and Ethan would have cute babies. However, some didn’t feel that way.
Grayson just walked inside his apartment to see Y/N and Ethan cuddling on the couch. “Really E?” Grayson asks in a huff. He was holding a camera and two marshmallow guns filled with eggs.
“Oh my God the video.” Ethan says leaning up from Y/N’s side. “I’m sorry G! I totally forgot about it.” Ethan apologizes and looks to Y/N and takes her hand in his which causes her to giggle. Grayson sighs annoyed and storms upstairs. Y/N and Ethan both exchanged a look before snuggling back together on the couch. After about 20 minutes Grayson walks back downstairs.
“Ethan can we talk?” Grayson asks as he’s wearing a navy blue shirt and black basketball shorts.
“Yeah what’s up?” Ethan asks as Y/N snuggles into his shoulder which causes them both to giggle.
“I meant like can we talk alone.” Grayson eyes Y/N and nods his head towards her direction. “No offense it’s just stuff for the channel.” Grayson says and Y/N swallows and smiles.
“Yeah it’s no problem at all! I have to go meet Jazmine at the mall anyways. I’ll see you later babe.” She says giving Ethan a kiss goodbye and she walks out the door. Ethan then looks at Grayson and rolls his eyes.
“Come on. Let’s go for a walk.” Grayson says and Ethan follows behind him. They both decided they wanted to go to Starbucks and just chit chat. The walk wasn’t much of anything until they walked inside Starbucks. They tell the barista their order and sit at the table.
“So what did you want to talk about that Y/N couldn’t listen to? Look if it’s about earlier I’m sorry I–” Grayson cuts Ethan off mid sentence.
“No it’s not about that. Well it kind of is. Look I’m happy that you and Y/N are finally together. We’ve all been rooting for you two since day one, but it’s just she’s always with you.” Grayson says as the barista drops their drinks off to them.
“What do you mean? I mean yeah we are dating so yes we do hangout believe it or not.” Ethan defends and Grayson rolls his eyes.
“No Ethan that’s not–” This time Ethan cuts Grayson off.
“You’re just jealous that Y/N thinks I’m more attractive and that she likes me. I know you think she’s cute.” Ethan huffs.
“What? No E yeah she’s cute, but I mean–” This time a few girls walk up to the bickering twins.
“Is now a bad time or can we get a picture?” Some blonde girl asked with pink highlights.
“No we can take a picture, right Gray?” Ethan asks sarcastically. Grayson groans at Ethan and they both smile and pose with the three girls.
“Thanks! Are you guys okay? We heard you two bickering at our table.” The girl with pink highlights asked.
“Yeah we are good. Just sibling things.” Grayson says with a chuckle.
“Actually he was complaining about my relationship with Y/N. Saying we spend too much time together.” Ethan says shooting Grayson a look.
“I like Y/N, but I mean you guys are together a lot.” A girl with short black hair comments.
“Yeah you two are super cute, but it’s Dolan Twins Tuesday. Not Dolan Twins and Y/N Tuesday.” A girl with long silky black hair chimes in. Ethan swallows and looks at Gray.
“But it’s okay. You two are dating! And super cute so it’s all good. She makes you happy.” The girl with black short hair says smiling towards Ethan.
“Yeah she really does. I just wish Grayson could see that.” Ethan says and Grayson scoffs.
“Ethan I want nothing, but for you to be happy. But if it comes between Y/N and I you pick her over me nine times out of eight!” Grayson mildly shouts which causes the girl’s to back up and go to their table. Ethan sighs and stands up.
“Grayson that’s not true!” Grayson stands up too as the boys storm out of the Starbucks still bickering with each other.
“No Ethan it is true! If it wasn’t true you would have been at the park today to film our video for Tuesday. You wouldn’t have been holding her hand and forgetting about me!” Grayson shouts and throws his drink as hard as he can before he starts walking away from Ethan.
“Gray where are you going?” Ethan shouts at Grayson.
“I don’t know but I’m going to go before I say something I’ll regret!” Grayson shouts at Ethan as he keeps walking. Ethan decided to shoot Y/N a text to meet him at the house which she agrees to.
Ethan walks back to his house and scrolls through twitter when he sees some things across his screen. It was a picture of him and Gray with the girls today. The caption says ‘Saw @ethandolan @graysondolan at #starbucks and looks like @yourusername is coming in between them #Y/Nisoverparty.’ Ethan looks up and sees Y/N sitting on his porch. He clicks on the hashtag and sees countless tweets with hashtags #Y/Nisoverparty #Ethandolansingle and #Y/NandEthanareover. “Y/N!” Ethan screams and she looks up from her phone with tears in her eyes.
“Why are people being so mean to me? What happened with Gray?” She asks as Ethan pulls her into his arms.
“Grayson thinks we spend too much time together and so we were talking about it when some fans came up for a picture and I guess they decided to tweet about it.” Ethan says kissing the top of her head. “Come on let’s go inside. I’m going to call Gray.” Ethan ushered Y/N into the house while dialing Grayson’s number into his phone. Just as he was about to call, Grayson walked through the door with his phone in his hand.
“I take it you guys have seen twitter?” Grayson asks and Ethan groans.
“Yes. Ugh I wish you would have just talked to me at the house instead of going out in public. You should have known fans would have been–” Y/N stands in between Ethan and Grayson.
“Do you really think I’m coming in between you and E Grayson?” She asks sincerely. Grayson sighs and pauses.
“I just feel like Ethan picks you over me sometimes. It’s nothing to worry about Y/N I’m just being dramatic.” Just then Ethan cuts Y/N off before she can say anything.
“Grayson I’m not picking Y/N over you and Y/N I’m not picking Gray over you. You both mean the entire world to me okay? No matter what the situation is I love you both okay? Grayson you can’t give me kisses and cuddle me just like Y/N can’t edit videos or wear shock collars to spell things with me. I don’t want either one of you guys to feel left out of anything okay? Grayson I promise I’ll do videos with you as promised and Y/N I’ll still take you out on dates okay? I love you both and I don’t want to lose either one of you.” Ethan says and Y/N and Grayson exchange a look and smile.
“Okay that’s fair, but how do we stop the haters?” Grayson asks and Ethan smiles. He pulls Y/N into him and gives her a kiss on the lips before posting the picture on snapchat with #Ethandolanisnotsingle captioned.
“Gray get on the other side of Y/N and kiss her cheek.” Grayson did just that and Ethan kissed her other cheek as she smiled and Ethan snapped a photo and posted it on snapchat, instagram, and twitter.
‘@Ethandolan: We all have our ups and downs but we always stick around. My best friends right here. Couldn’t have asked for two other people to have by my side ❤️ @graysondolan @yourusername #Ethanisnotsingle #Y/Nismygf’
Your life was a busy one, no one could deny that. Your
husband’s career was flourishing, meanwhile you were trying to get back into
the swing of things after the birth of your son, Sebastian.
You had gotten off of your maternity leave three weeks ago
and had been working eleven hour shifts, six days a week at the hospital as a cardiothoracic
surgeon. You had to work in the morning while Lin, your husband, watched your
son, then in the evenings you would come home and watch Sebastian and Lin would
head off to the theater.
It was a hectic schedule and the two of you barely had time
to see each other but you made it work. You knew you’d both get a break and
have time to enjoy each others company without worrying about deadlines or
when your next shift was going to begin.
Eventually, both you and Lin’s schedules had the same night
free and you quickly made arrangements for the rare occasion. The plan
consisted of you leaving for the hospital in the morning as usual and Lin
staying home with Sebastian. When you got home around six, all three of you
would spend time together until Lin’s parents came to pick up Sebastian for the
night around eight. The rest of the night you’d be alone with Lin, and Lin
alone with you.
UF, UT, US bros forgetting their anniversary with their SO and the SO is heartbroken because they had a really special night planned
He’s confused as to why you’ve been acting weird all day. You keep telling him that you want to go to this fancy new restaurant, but he barks at you to stop being spoiled and wait for a special occasion. Does he look like he’s made of money? You start tearing up and run into your room, slamming your door. Oh fuck what did he do now? Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled at you. He knocks on your door to apologize for the yelling and when you don’t answer, he enters anyway, getting a shoe thrown at his head. You yell at him for being so goddam stupid and to leave you alone for the rest of the day. Red is getting angry at this point. Yeah, he might’ve been a bit harsh on you, but you’re completely overreacting about that. Then he realizes. Oh no. Oh fuck no. It’s the anniversary. He fucked up. He leaves you alone for the rest of the day like you requested, only sending you a text telling you how sorry he is. The next day, he treats you to the anniversary you should’ve had, but this time, he goes the extra mile by decorating the house with roses, bringing you to an even more expensive and nicer restaurant than the one you originally wanted to go to, and top it off with make up sex, doing anything you’d like.
He’s probably too busy training to remember the anniversary. He spends all day with Undyne training while you set up the kitchen to be super nice and romantic, cooking a 5 course meal and decorating the house all by yourself. You even bought a really nice and expensive outfit just for this occasion and you’ve been planning this for WEEKS. Not only does he ignore your calls and texts all day in favor of training, he comes home at fucking 11 pm where you’ve already cried yourself to sleep. When he’s inside, he sees all the nice decorations and the meal still left outside, untouched. Fell’s heart just fucking breaks because oh god what has he done. He knocks on your door, but when you don’t answer, he takes a peek inside, noticing you falling asleep with a box of tissues under your arms. He wakes you up frantically, telling you how sorry he is and how he’ll make it up to you somehow. You can either push him away if you’re still angry or accept his apology. Either way, he treats you to whatever you want, even if it’s a simple hug.
Honestly, he’s mostly down for anything, so you’ll get to do your special plan, but he won’t realize what’s it for. Throughout the date, you seem to be waiting for him to do something, but he can’t figure out what it is. When you both get home, you just simply head straight to your room and slam the door, ignoring the skeleton’s confused expressions and constant knocking asking you what’s wrong. He could hear sniffling from inside, but isn’t sure if he should enter. You locked him out so you must want your privacy, so he gives that to you. He goes away and walks past a calendar and that’s when he has his “oh shit moment”. He urgently knocks on your door now, apologizing over and over again until you let him open. The moment he sees you, he latches onto you and doesn’t let go. He’s telling you how stupid he is and how much he loves you and how he’ll make this right. The following morning, he treats you to breakfast in bed, a nice massage, and a couples spa day.
It’s actually really hard for him to forget important dates, but on occasion, he does. He forgets because he’s too busy building puzzles to notice you the entire day. It was only when he’s finished (at like 9 pm) he’ll remember. He’s screaming as soon as he realizes that he forgot and comes crying to you, apologizing and asking you how he can make it up. Even though you’re hurt that he forgot, it’s really hard to stay mad at the cutie.
He forgets because planned an anime marathon with alphys and undyne that day. You had plans for your own anime night and he basically stabbed you with a knife when he said he was going to do that at his friends’ house. When he leaves, you’re sobbing on the ground, your self esteem hitting rock bottom basically. You don’t stay at the house, you spend the night somewhere else like with a family member or a friend. It’s only until the next morning when Sans returns home, ready to tell you about the latest anime he saw, realizing that you were gone. He suddenly remembers the anniversary and immediately calls your phone, but when yo don’t answer, he leaves a voicemail. He’s frantic because he thinks that maybe you just broke up with him, but you’re stuff is still there so he isn’t sure. He calls Papyrus, asking what he should do. You return home in the evening, and the moment you step through the front door, a crying Blueberry flies into your arms apologizing repeatedly and telling you how scared he was that you broke up with him. (I bet his tears is making you feel a bit guilty for being childish and ignoring his calls huh?) To make it up to you, he offers to be you personal slave for the whole week.
It’s not like he “forgot” but the entire day, he’s basically out of it. He sleeps in until 2, goes outside for a smoke, napping, another smoke, then watches tv, but he’s really high from the weed. You try to get him to take you out somewhere like the movies or something, but he just says some dumb shit like “mooovie boobieess”. Thats when you realized that he’s incapable of doing anything tonight and you lock yourself in your room out of anger. When Stretch sobers up the next morning, he realizes that he missed the anniversary and knocks on your door, telling you how sorry he is and how he seriously messed up. When he receives no answer, he records himself throwing away all his packs and his stash in the trash can and burns them, sending it to you. When you see the video, you let him in and he wraps his long arms around you. He’ll make it to you by wearing a super cute and short maid outfit and allowing you to take pictures.
You assumed today would be like every other day. Sure it was Valentine’s Day and part of you really wished you could spend it with your boyfriend but you understood that you couldn’t. Dean’s life meant he couldn’t always get away, even on special occasions like today.
You’d planned to spend the day curled up on the sofa, pjs on and junk food at the ready while you avoid every soppy love film no doubt being shown on TV.
You were just about the order in a pizza when the doorbell went. At first you were confused, you hadn’t been expecting anyone. But the more you thought about it your stomach began fluttering maybe Dean would make it after all.
You all but raced to the door to be greeted by a strangers carrying a huge bouquet.
“Miss Y/L/N?” He peered done at the paper in his hands.
“Yeah that’s me.” The second you confirmed your name he was shoving the flowers into your arms.
“These are for you, have a great day.” He smiled politely as he scurried off.
You grinned, slightly confused as you admired how beautiful the bunch was before setting them down and reading the card.
Sorry I couldn’t make it today but I’ll be in town this weekend. I promise to make up for it and treat you like the princess you are. All my love, D.
Author’s Note: So, better late than never, here is the Yoongi Christmas scenario I’ve been working on for the better half of a week because my writer’s block was absolutely insane. I’m still not completely satisfied with this, but I hope you enjoy it! [It’s ridiculously long].
I am an idiot and forgot to mention my love @babyitsbts helped me immensely with this; thanks love!
Request: “I know we hate each other but it’s Christmas Eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside,” foR THE GRUMPY LIL SQUISH AKA MIN YOONGI PLS MY SWEET <3″ from my love @lovingyoongi.
Genre: Smut mixed with fluff.
Word Count: 6145 [holy moly]
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” your fingertips rubbed relentlessly at your temples as you mumbled to yourself, taking a sharp inhale at an attempt to calm yourself down. This witch of a woman behind the counter at the airline was doing absolutely nothing to help your mood right now. Her obnoxiously white smile was blinding you, causing your eyes to unconsciously twitch; her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard as it pierced through your ears. An impending migraine was forming, and it took everything you had not to reach across the linoleum and strangle the life out of her.
I’m currently working on some Fantasy AU headcanons, and so far there is a LOT of them which is why it’s taking me so long to post lately. So in the mean time while you wait, have some random headcanons for now.
1. Think of traditions as suggestions. There is no right or wrong, just what you want. Nothing bad will happen if you decide to not have a bouquet toss, favours or your standard wedding invitation. One of the things my partner and I have cut from our wedding is having a cake, we personally felt it just wasn’t for us and thought it better we save the money.
2. Email, email, email!
It certainly is annoying, but you may just save yourself a few hundred dollars by making sure to get a good variety of quotes from an array of businesses.
3. Once you have placed a deposit, do not keep looking.
So often people end up experiencing feelings of regret once they have officially locked in things like their wedding dress and venue, thinking maybe something better exists. The reality is there is a million gorgeous venues and dresses, but what you have chosen is just as fabulous! So, keep staring at what will be yours and let yourself fall more in love with it!
4. Don’t rush decisions!
This is something that I have done on more than one occasion while planning my wedding. Whist I haven’t made a decision I regret, I definitely did go through periods of anxiety at some points simply due to rushing myself as if my wedding needed to be planned within 24 hours. Take your time and try to enjoy the planning phase as much as you can.
5. Don’t let pressure from others get to you.
This one can sometimes be quite hard as some people can be really pushy. But, at the end of the day I see it as your day, your choice. You don’t HAVE to invite your cousin’s brother’s auntie’s sister if you don’t want to.
6. Make a list of what things (aside from your husband/wife and celebrant) are important to you to have on the day.
For me, it was my photographer and having a videographer, so I made sure to plan my budget around these things so that I didn’t miss out.
What are some wedding tips that you have? Feel free to share them by sending me a comment or message!
A short bit of pure fluff, set post-Iokath. This is set in my canon universe, which diverges a bit from game in that Quinn was never imprisoned but has, instead, spent the last two years working under Acina while my SW, Astrazia, fought alongside the Alliance, lead by my JK, Reilli.
There were a thousand things that required Quinn’s attention and a thousand more still. The Alliance had thrown its weight behind the Republic. He had planned contingencies for just such an occasion. What those meticulous plans had not accounted for was his wife in turn throwing her own strength behind the Alliance, at least so long as it took to stop Acina from killing them all. Never had Quinn thought to have his loyalties so torn again.
But he had not made an oath so long ago and fought for so many years after, to abandon it all now. He would trust now, as he had then, that his wife would act as a herald for a greater Empire. He would have to because, as much as some might argue he couldn’t leave work left undone, there wasn’t a power in the galaxy that could move him from his current position or cause him to disturb those around him.
This is for @shadows-of-1832 !! I know you’ve been a bit stressed lately so I thought some fluff would cheer you up! Honestly, this was hard and I had no clue how to end it and it’s kinda ooc but I suck at fluff. I tried I really did! I hope you like it :)
He had surprised her with a gift. It was left unwrapped, sitting on her bed–the bed he had made up for her each time she left–waiting for whenever she chose to return. There was no note, no letter by her bed, nothing, just the gift, white contrasting against the dark, thick blanket. She approached the bed, hesitant, wondering if she should even dare to touch something so lovely. What if they turned to ash at her touch?
Ridiculous, she scoffed. She bit her lip and rubbed her fingers. She then lifted her hand, and her fingers grazed the soft, white silk. Gloves. Silk gloves. Laced, silk gloves. Her lips parted in surprise, in excitement at the smooth fabric. She took them in her hands, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips, feeling the gloves between her fingertips. Such a beautiful gift.
She turned, glancing back to the door, half expecting to see him standing there, staring at her. But it was only sunset, she remembered, and Enjolras would not be home for an hour or so. Looking back at the silk like snow in her hands, she could not contain herself. She placed them aside and quickly washed her hands in the kitchen before returning to her room. Éponine, with all delicateness, put on the gloves, her long fingers sliding in, the cool fabric like something foreign, something forbidden.
She grinned, admiring the gloves, how perfect a fit they were; they were tailored just for her, by Enjolras’ specifications, in a way that he knew she would love. And she did. She had always a fondness for lace and silk.
Her smile faded. And she turned to look at the door. She left her room and walked slowly into the small living room, eyeing the door that led out of his flat. She scratched her thumb. She shifted, glancing down at herself, her dirty feet, her velvet dress dusted with soot. Perhaps she should be grateful he wasn’t home yet.
So she cleaned herself up in the washroom and went to her wardrobe in her room, and after glancing over her dresses, nothing pleased her; nothing would match the gloves. She stood there, naked shivering slightly from the cold, a finger hooked over her upper lip, her ebony hair sticking to her damp shoulders. But the longer she stared, the less interested she became. So she left her room to raid Enjolras’. She snatched his favorite red coat and put it on, immediately feeling warm, comfortable. She sniffed it, enjoying the scent of him.
When Enjolras returned, night had fallen. His flat was lit with spare candles, an orange glow throughout his flat. And as Éponine walked into the living room–she was dressed in only her undergarments save for his coat that was generous enough to cover her front–she fiddled with the wrist of the gloves on her hands. She then noticed him and smiled lightly, blushing.
Enjolras smiled back at her, amused at her incredibly odd choice of clothing. “Those gloves aren’t for ever-day use, you know.”
“Oh,” she said. “I know that.”
No, she didn’t. But he didn’t have to know. She moved to him anyway, welcoming him home with a warm embrace and a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Enjolras. They’re perfectly lovely.”
He kissed her nose and proceeded to remove the coat he wore before placing it on the sofa. “They’re for formal occasions.”
“And you plan to take me to them?” Her eyebrows rose, skeptical but still smiling.
Her grin went from ear to ear, the smile reaching her eyes. “Oh Enjolras!” She squealed, giddy, excited, struggling to contain herself. “I have never been to any fancy parties! I’ve never been given anything like this.” She went to kiss him, “You’re so awfully good to me!” And she peppered him with kisses.
He chuckled, giving into her, kissing her back as he wrapped his arms about her. He knew of course poverty allotted for few worry-free moments and all that included. Social occasions of course, were definitely not on that list.
“I know how much you love to dance.”
“I do love to dance,” she said. “Although I’m not too good.”
“I can teach you,” he offered. “And besides, I’m sure Marius and the others won’t mind.”
“They’re all going? To where?”
“Marius and Cosette are getting married in a few weeks.” He reminded her. “All of the Amis are going.”
“Ah, yes,” Éponine smiled. “The wedding, I shouldn’t have forgotten.” She looked down at her gloves, staring at the design. “I certainly don’t hope to outshine the bride with these.”
He chuckled, “No, of course not.”
Enjolras kissed her cheek and then her lips, soft and slow and tender, before pulling away to press his forehead to hers. “But to me, you’ll always outshine any woman.”
She blushed, and Enjolras led her to dance, slow, swaying to silence as Éponine laid her head on his shoulder. He kissed the side of her head. The two stayed like that for a while, slowly dancing as the moon rose, whispering sweet nothings and tender I love yous, promises of forever into the night.
i got a Good Idea. ok like hear me out friend. oot zelda looking over link's scars and he tells her abt how he got them and he feels unworthy that shes listening BUT SHE MAKES IT KNOWN!! THAT SHE LOVE HIM!!!
This is over 5300 words and is probably angstier than you had in mind. I hope youre happy with what u made me do, buddy.
Link had disappeared for almost a year this time.
The disappearances were common for him, of course. Zelda
remembered how often he’d vanished in his youth. But those absences tended to
last only a few days or a few weeks at the most, and he brought supplies to
last him. Not to mention he actually wrote her on occasion, especially if his
plans changed and he’d be gone for longer than he’d anticipated.
He’d never been much good
at letter writing, and his handwriting was often so messy that Zelda had to
spend several minutes deciphering a single word. But even if she couldn’t make
out the words, their mere presence on the paper meant that he was alive and
well. And that, more than any message he might be sending, was what mattered to
As Link had grown up, though, he’d started to leave less and
less frequently. Instead of leaving every other week for short trips, he’d
leave every other month, and then, only every few months.
He’d stayed beside her for almost the entirety of his
eighteenth year before he suddenly disappeared again.
He had left only one note—a messy, scribbled thing that
reflected his younger writing far more than the control he possessed as an
adult. As she looked over it, she could practically see the trembling fingers
that had written it.
But he had promised that he’d only be gone a few weeks. A
month, at the most.
Requested by anon
Request: Can you do one where Barry proposes to you in a big extravagant way?
Word Count: 953
Today was your’s and Barry’s three year anniversary. He is and always has been a creative guy, so when he said he planned a huge surprise for your anniversary, you couldn’t help but anticipate.
Ever since the particle accelerator explosion, Barry has always been busy saving Central City. Due to this, waking up to an empty bad was never uncommon. You rolled over and patted your hand on the normally empty space. A note and a single rose lies in Barry’s spot. You picked it up and smiled at his rushed handwriting and the lovely rose.
Sorry that I couldn’t be there to greet you on the morning of our three year anniversary but the crime in our beloved city never sleeps. For this special occasion, I’ve planned a “small” treasure hunt with a big surprise at the end. To begin, go to the place where we first met.
I love you.
You quickly rushed out the door with the note and rose in hand and headed to the police station.
Once arriving at the police station, you rushed up to Barry’s lab, not failing to bump into people on your way up the stairs. You walked into the unorganized lab, stepping over papers as you walked to Barry’s desk. The memory and the day you met was still present and clear.
“(Y/N), I need you to run these samples up to the forensics labs for me. They just called us to a crime scene,” your father said to you, handing you a couple of documents. He kissed you on your forehead and ran out with his partner. You quickly jogged up the stairs. When you walked into the forensics lab, you knocked on the wall to announce your presence. A young, handsome, green-eyed man looked up from the stacks of paperwork.
"Hi, sorry if I’m bothering you. My dad just needs these samples analyzed.” The man smiled and took the samples from your hands.
"You aren’t bothering me.” He sat the papers on his already crowded desk and stuck his hand out. “I’m Barry. Barry Allen.” You shook his hand. “I’m (Y/N).”
You couldn’t help but to smile at the wonderful memory. Another note and rose found its place on Barry’s desk.
Okay beautiful, your journey is not yet halfway finished. To continue your journey, go to the location where I asked you to be my girlfriend.
You stood under a giant oak tree in the center of the park. Your fingers traced the design of the heart etched in giant tree.
"I didn’t know what you would want to drink so I just brought water,” Barry said, smiling shyly. Even though this was your’s and Barry’s sixth date you loved how nervous he still got. You placed a small peck to his flushed cheeks. “It’s perfect.” He shuffled his hands nervously. “Okay (Y/N), I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a w-while. Will you be my girlfriend?” You shook your head quickly and kissed his lips. “Yes Barry, I would love to be your girlfriend.”
A tap on your shoulder knocked you out of your reminiscent state. You turned around and saw Iris smiling widely. She handed you yet another note and rose and hugged you before walking away.
Okay (Y/N), only one more stop before your big surprise. Go to the place we went on our last date.
-Your wonderful boyfriend <3
The scent of freshly brewed coffee embraced you as you walked into Jitters. You looked around the coffee shop and made eye contact with Joe. He made his way over to you and hugged you. You were handed your final note and rose before Joe walked out of Jitters.
(Y/N), here is your final note. Drink some coffee and then make your way to our place of residence where I will be waiting. Don’t take too long :)
You unlocked the door to your’s and Barry’s shared apartment and was met with the eyes of all your friends and family. They all stared back at you, their smiles wide. The questions rushed through your head.
"What’s going on? Where’s Barry? Why are you all here?” You asked in a confused manner. Caitlin came over to you and hugged you. “You’ll see in a minute so stop being impatient.”
You engaged in conversation with your parents and the other people. After a while Barry walked down the stairs and made his way to you. He kissed you and embraced you tightly.
"Barry, what’s going on? Why is everyone here?”
”(Y/N), I wanted to make this a day that you will never forget. I wanted all of our friends and family to be here to celebrate with us. (Y/N), after three years of dating, there is not a day that you don’t manage to blow me away. You’re beautiful in everything you do, whether you agree or not. I can’t imagine living my life without you in it. Ever since our the moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew that you were the one; the one I wanted to raise a family with, the one I want to grow old with and most importantly the one I want to love for the rest of my life. So (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Allen?”
Tears started to fall down your face and you hugged him tightly. You placed a forceful kiss on his lips.
“That’s such a stupid question. Of course Barry. Of course I’ll marry you,” you said tears still present on your face.
The entire room broke into cheers and applause.
"She said yes!”
I got my very first Pokémon Mystery Dungeon game, Red Rescue Team
on December 24th 2006. It’s been ten years, and I’ve never been same
after that. It was the first and so far only Pokémon side game series
I’ve gotten into and my love for it has only grown as the years passed.
Now, to show my love for those games, I’ve picked my favorite
moment/soundtrack from each game in the series.
Pokémon Super Mystery Dungeon.
Currently it’s the newest game in the series. When it was first
announced, I was so hyped for it. Did it live up to the hype?
Well…yes, at least for me. It took a little while, but some time
after finishing the main story I started to appreciate the game and it’s
soundtrack more. Now it’s probably my favorite Mystery Dungeon game
(alongside with Gates to Infinity). The soundtrack, while it did not hit me personally like with Gates to Infinity, is just phenomenal. And speaking of the soundtrack… This
scene. This scene hit me so hard: the build up, the settlement and the
incredible music for it - everything was just perfect in my opinion.
Rayquaza’s battle theme hold it’s place as my favorite final boss theme
until Super Mystery Dungeon came and BAM! Instant favorite.
originally planned to draw this scene when the game came out, but I
decided to hold it up for this special occasion. Yep, I’ve been planning
this for a long time (like a year beforehand). And other reason for
delaying this was my doubt in my skills. I wasn’t sure if could I make
this like I wanted. Dunno if my skills have improved so much in less
than a year or what, but this wasn’t even hard to do in the end. Took me
only three hours.