sat zone


Good news- the small child was perfectly enchanted by her mermaid surprise unlike the first mermaid party I did where the birthday girl wanted to be as FAR AWAY FROM THE MERMAID AS POSSIBLE

they wheeled me out on a desk chair which was pretty hilarious but actually worked a lot better than a Throne of Dads

and then omfg to get me in the pool

they put me in one of those disability chairs that you sit in and it sloooooowly lowers you into the pool

so I just sat in it, princess-waving for a full 5 minutes while I’m majestically lowered into the water. hilarious

Unlike the last party I actually was SWIMMING the whole time! They plopped me right into the deep end and I paddled around with the kids (who had floaties on and were swimming with their parents). Birthday girl was more than happy to show Marina the Mermaid how she can dunk her head in the water and jump off the side into her mom’s arms (she had just turned 4). Super cute.


ink-stained arguments // reggie mantle soulmate au pt3

Ink-Stained Arguments (Part three to Ink-Stained Skin)

Ink-Stained Masterlist

words: 1.4k

Summary: Who said soulmates were an easy thing to figure out?


(A/N: sorry this took like 6524290 years, thx for waiting!)

He often wondered how it worked. Questioning why the words they wrote appeared on the other’s skin but the makeup she wore never appeared on his face, the lipstick didn’t paint his lips a shade of plum and his eyelids didn’t turn pink. Yet, he was able to feel the heat grow on her face when she got embarrassed. As he sat, watching her apply her makeup, he waited to feel the force of the beauty blender-as she had told him on multiple occasions-against his face but yet felt nothing. Despite being a self-claimed cocky person, he couldn’t help but doubt where he stood in (Y/N)’s life. Whether he was linked to her for platonic purposes or for romantic purposes.

Ever since he was a child, he would always use the eye colour international percentage as a percentage for the soulmate bonds. He knew his link with his soulmate was rare with less than two percent, much like those with green eyes, of the world having the bond, making it rarer to come across your soulmate. Riverdale, on the other hand, had roughly twelve set of emotionally and physically bonded soulmates. Thirteen if he counted himself and (Y/N).

He found it odd. (Y/N) was the one who was so hesitant about the idea of the two of them, but somehow the tables had turned. He found himself doubting whether she truly wanted to be with him. He found himself doubting nearly everything.

“So how’s Mantle?” Kevin nudged her, as (Y/N) sat gazing straight ahead, eyes focused on her dog, content as he rolled around on the freshly mowed grass

When (Y/N) didn’t answer, Kevin took it upon himself to assume something was not right. “He’s fine, thanks for asking about me.” a voice broke from behind them. “Are you ready to go (L/N)?”

“I, uh, look, Reg, something came up, Archie needs me for s-something.” she stuttered, pushing herself up before shouting for her dog to follow her.

“Did I do something? She told me to meet her here.”

“Don’t take it personally, she’s barely uttered a word to me since yesterday. Archie might know something.”

She let he head rest on Archie’s lap as he ran his fingers through her hair, a smile painted on his face as she frowned at the thoughts that ran through her mind. “I told him I wanted to take it slow but he’s starting to act, I don’t know, hesitant?”

“Unlike you, I can’t feel what my soulmate feels and we can’t communicate in the cool way you can, so I’m really no help, but maybe ask him about it.”

She snapped up from her previous position and squinted at her best friend, challenging him to continue with what he was saying. Almost as it was instinct, his hands shot up, surrendering instantly. “Stupid idea, I know.” he grinned “Maybe, he’s acting like that because you’re treating him like he’s me.”

“I-I just want to take it slow, he may taunt Juggy and act like a dick but ” she let out a frustrated groan before lying back down, once again, using Archie as a pillow “I don’t know, Arch. I give up. This is why I didn’t want him to know until after graduation.”

“Don’t get mouthy because you’re a klutz.” Archie scoffed “I love you but you’re so stubborn. Anyways, Reg has written to you, stop panicking.”

She frowned looking at the words on her arm:

‘Need to talk, outside ur house-Reg x’

She frowned, pushing herself up and pulling Archie up with her “You are taking me home to speak to him and then we are going out for pizza after.”

He couldn’t help but feel nervous all of sudden, like his chest had tightened but for some reason he couldn’t find a reason for the feeling. It felt random as if it was second hand; he hadn’t figured it out yet. That the dread he felt on the inside was her emotions coming through to him.

She felt her heartbeat quicken the moment he came into her line of sight. He pushed himself up and gave her a grin, despite her being metres away from him. “I was starting to think you were just going to leave me out here.”


The words rang through his head, much like the school bells signalling the end of a period. A word that once used to impact him negatively, now full of positive connotations, the day she wrote finally wrote back to him after years of him attempting reflected through her words.

“I came here prepared with all the things I wanted to say. I wanted to say, that it didn’t feel right and that maybe you were correct when you said that we were just platonic soulmates but fuck that because every time I see you, my heart does this thing were it just skips a beat and I don’t know, this is unbelievably cheesy and I’m Reggie Mantle, I’m not known for cheesy. You, (Y/N), you leave me speechless without even trying. I guess what I’m trying to say is that give us a chance.”

(Y/N) sighed before looking up to meet Reggie’s eyes. “I want to so badly but when you feel like that. Your hesitation is stronger than your so called liking for me, I can feel it even when we’re miles apart. We should take it slow, Reginald, because whether we like it or not, we’re bound for life. You’re my other half.”

“So, why are you pushing me away?” His hands ran through his hair, tugging on his roots slightly to show her his frustration. “I can feel this pull towards you but you seem to repel me like I disgust you.”

“I’m not trying to argue with you, Reginald.” she sighed “I don’t repel you because I want to, you’re the one pushing yourself away. I can feel it, Reg. I’ll speak to you later.”

He opened his mouth to argue, he wanted to tell her to stay and explain what she meant but instead he found no words nor sound came out and instead he stayed silent.

Her gaze stayed forward, focusing on her finishing line, Archie stood by the car door, ready to engulf her into a hug. His face dropping as he saw the anger emit from his best friend. The anger he saw was none like he had ever seen before-a mixture of volatile and overwhelmed anger-that he himself could not pinpoint it.

“She walked away, Moose, what else was I supposed to do?” he sighed, following it with a groan that only made his friends roll their eyes.

“Tell her to stop acting like a toddler.” Chuck grinned “Or even better, if she won’t, tell her to take it to the bedroom.”

Moose and Reggie looked at each other, smirking as the pair simultaneously smacked Chuck around the back of the head “Don’t be such a kinky shit.”

“Dude, shut the fuck up, my girl, who, by the way, has only just gotten comfortable with me, is pushing me away.”

“Alls I can say is write to her man. If she doesn’t want to speak to you, write on yourself. What’s the worse she can do?” Moose broke the silence, causing a groan from his thick-headed friend.

“She could easily wash the ink off. Anyways, I don’t want to start an ink-stained argument.

“I mean it would be entertaining to watch, let’s do it!” Chuck exclaimed “I’m telling you that if you tell her she’s acting like a child, it’ll start all sorts of arguments and even spice up the bedroom activity.”

Moose, once again, slapped the back of his friend’s head, calling him idiotic for the idea and inputting that if he was Chuck’s soulmate, he would move to a remote island and cut all ties with him. “He literally only found out they were soulmates a month ago. Cut the bedroom talk, Clayton, we’re all not as sex crazed as you.”

Reggie sat, zoned out, not really listening to the words his closest friends spoke but instead focusing on his thoughts and finding a way to sort out whatever was going on between him and (Y/N).

Both, Archie and Veronica, sat with their mouths open, gawking at their friend in front of them; Betty and Kevin shook and groaned in disapproval of her words. Already knowing that it was a stupid idea. “No way, you can’t do that, you’ll only push him away further.”

“Listen up Andrews. He’s my soulmate, no matter what I do or what he does, if we’re pushed away, we will always find a pull to each other.”

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Hate You (Wonho)

Originally posted by kookforever

Chapter 3

Previously: |Chapter 1| |Chapter 2|
Paring: Wonho x Reader
Genre:  Romance, Fluff af, kinda mad af Wonho

“Wonho?” he turned towards me. “Be my one night stand.” I confidently stated while I climbed on top of him. I must have shocked him because he froze. A smirk played on my lips as I leaned forward. One hand found its way to the back of his neck while the other trailed down his chest, toying with the buttons on his shirt. My lips grazed against his before they gently made contact with his neck.

He must have finally realized what was happening because his hands instantly went to the small of my back and my hips, in an attempt to pull me closer to him. I pulled away from his neck to look at him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more serious look on him. his hands trail up my body to my neck. He pulls me into a passionate kiss, so passionate it knocks the breath out of the both of us. My hands pull on his shirt before unbuttoning it. I could feel his muscles underneath my hands.

Wonho was suddenly everywhere. He was all around me. Consuming me. Pulling me into bliss. I couldn’t think anymore. My mind clouded over. His hands were everywhere all at once. And then he wasn’t.

“Wait.” he hesitated. “You don't want to do this.” 

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From The Moment You Wake Up // Vocal Unit

Based on a Soulmate AU where within a year of the younger half of a pairing turning 18, soulmates will switch bodies with one another. They have 24 hours in their soulmate’s life before being returned to their own. While in their soulmate’s body, a person is inhibited from mentioning their other life. They also cannot contact themselves in any way, however, people have figured out methods around this rule.

Seventeen’s Vocal Unit (Hip Hop // Performance)

Part 1 // Part 2

Warnings: Light Swears (Joshua), So Super Fluffy (Jihoon)

-by Admin Bee

A/N: Thank you to everyone for being so patient for this to go up. Between graduating last Sunday, the Seventeen comeback happening on the same day, and getting sick, I was a mess trying to finish these. “Don't Wanna Cry” has me so shook, I learned the hard way that I can’t listen to it while trying to do other things because I can’t focus. Performance Unit is still scheduled to come out Sunday. Thank you, as always!

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Stiles Stilinski Imagine- Avoiding Love (Part Two)

Part1      Masterlist

“Breathe Y/n, just breathe” you whispered to yourself in the girls bathroom. Monday seemed to have come sooner than you had hoped. You had been ignoring all the missed texts Stiles had left you and you had never felt more confused in your life. “It was a mistake, you don’t like him” you said one last time before exiting the stall and making your way over to the mirror. “What’s gotten into you?” your friend asked, half concerned half amused. “I’m fine” you shrugged, while flattening your clothes out and reaching in your bag to apply a fresh coat of lipstick. “Hmmm” your friend said mysteriously, knowing something was definitely up. “Whatever. What lesson do we have first? Please don’t tell me it’s English” you winced. “Its English and I thought it was your favourite lesson, considering you’re taking AP” she furrowed her brows. “Yeah, I’m just tired” you lied as the bell went.

You began to approach the door to your classroom when you saw Stiles turn the opposite corner. You both looked up at the same time and he opened his mouth to call your name, so you looked away and picked up the pace towards the door. He did the same until you both ended up running into your classroom, in front of everyone in their seats. “I’m going to ignore how weird that was, you two take a seat” your teacher instructed. Luckily the only two seats left were on different sides of the room, so you could at least avoid him for an hour. “So after seeing how well your presentations went, I’ve decided we’re going to be doing more debate work in class” your teacher said brightly, earning her an eruption of groans. “I’ve carefully picked out partners that I think will create the best debates” she continued. You already knew where this was heading. She began listing off names until she got to you, “Y/n and Stiles…”. You hit your head on your desk and accidently whispered too loudly “Shit”, causing the whole class including Stiles himself to look back at you. He smirked slightly, but there was also a look of hurt because he didn’t know what he did to make you hate him. “Not the type of language I’d expect to hear in an AP English class” your teacher commented. “Sorry” you groaned, sitting up and brushing the hair out of your face. For the rest of the class Stiles sat zoned out, biting his nails and overthinking. Every so often he’d glance to where you were sat, to see you were doing the exact same. Neither of you raised your hand in the lesson, which meant a few students and your teacher clocked on that something was wrong between the pair of you. “So we’ve got five minutes left, you might want to use the time to discuss with your partner what you’re doing. Debates can be on anything reasonable” your teacher explained, wrapping up the lesson. You both watched as students got out of their seats and made their way over to their partners. You then both awkwardly looked over at each other, catching eye contact. Instead of looking away like you wanted to, you smiled. You smiled to invite him over, when all you wanted to do was run. He walked over slowly, both your hearts beating out of your chests; while you both tried to remain calm and breathe steadily. When he reached you, neither of you knew what to say. But once again you decided to throw up the barriers to protect yourself from danger that wasn’t there. “You can come to mine tonight and we’ll make a start” you offered. “Yeah, sure” he answered, not expecting that. The bell went, just before things started getting awkward. “About the other night-” he began as you stood up and picked up your bag. “I’ve got to get to class” you avoided, before heading out of your classroom in a matter of seconds.

That night rolled on sooner than expected. You were in the middle of cleaning everything off the kitchen table, to make space for your debate making when you heard the door open. You let out a loud sigh when a familiar smell wafted in. “You’re stoned” you exclaimed, throwing down the books you were holding and turning to face your brother. “I’m not stoned- you’re stoned” he slurred with a grin. “Oh, so now you’re mixing weed with vodka” you shook your head with distain. “Mom and dad are coming home in two days, may as well live it up” he told. “You wont be living it up when you don’t graduate next year. What’s going to be your excuse? Sorry I didn’t show up to finals, I was just too fucked up from the night before?” you lectured. “You sound just like mom, maybe you should try taking some of her antidepressants” he whined, holding his head. “Don’t go there” you said through gritted teeth, turning around and continuing to clean. “Can I borrow some money” he asked. “What ever for?” you questioned sarcastically, already knowing the answer. “There’s a party and I said I’d be the supply” he claimed. “Not with my money you’re not” you said with an eye roll. “Fuck you Y/n, you know I’d do it for you” he said harshly. “That’s the thing, I care about you so I don't let you do stupid shit, look at you. It’s 8pm and you’re a mess!” you accidently raised your voice. “And look at you, you’re home alone, you don’t date because you’re afraid of love and it’s inevitable that you’re going to turn out just like mom, swallowing pills with wine at the dinner table and watching your kids grow up to be just like you. It’s a cycle Y/n, don’t think you’re any different to the rest of us!” he matched your volume, it was the alcohol that was talking but you knew there was some truth to his bitterness. “Get the fuck out, you asshole!” you shouted, pushing him from the kitchen to the front door. “I’m sorry” he sighed, immediately realising what he had said. “Just get out” you said quieter, wiping a tear with your sleeve as he opened the front door and went out. “Stiles” you said, widening your eyes after seeing he was approaching the front door as your brother walked out with his head stooped and his eyes red. He gave a small smile, aware of what probably just happened, before walking in.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked for the third time, as you placed two hot chocolates on the table and sat down. “I’ll be fine” you shrugged, picking up your pen as a signal you didn’t want to talk about it. “So what do you want to do a presentation on?” he took the hint. “Ermm, you pick” you said, a little more cheerily. “Ermm, how about we do it on the whole opinions of love topic?” he suggested. You simply nod your head as you began. You didn’t want to admit it, but you had a really good night with him. You completely forgot about all of your current problems and you hadn’t felt that happy since the last time he came over. You were also very productive, you managed to finish your debate in a matter of a few hours. “Want to rehearse?” he asked. “Sure” you beamed, standing up from the table. You hadn’t heard each others side of the argument, so you were sure you were going to end up squabbling by the end of it.

“So, love. A pretty big subject. No matter how the dictionary defines it, it means something different to every one of us. Personally, I believe love is a reason to get out of bed every morning. For that shred of hope that someday, someone is going to look at you like you’re the best thing in the world” He opened. 

“How I see it, is that no one truly cares how you feel. They only care about, how you make them feel about themselves. It’s selfish, but so are we. We’re selfish because we think it’s okay to walk out of someone’s life when it suits, we think it’s okay to give up on fixing people when we realise it no longer benefits us and we do this under the impression that we’ve simply fallen out of love. How fucked up is that?” you added.

“Wait, you cant just judge love on heartbreak. People leave, they screw us over and they do it without a second thought. We’re in a generation that romanticizes hate and heartbreak so much, but honestly I don’t think anyone could hate as much as they can love. People who hide their feelings usually care the most, you cant keep pretending that you don’t feel” he countered.

“I’m not pretending Stiles- I really don’t care. Nothing hurts more than being disappointed by the person you thought would never hurt you. The best way to never get hurt, is to never feel in the first place” you started.

“Coward” he simply mumbled under his breath. “What?” you asked, with raised eyebrows. “You’re that scared to love, you put on this whole cynical front of not caring, to what? To protect yourself from ever being truly happy?” he exclaimed, rather than questioned. “I do not need ‘love’ to be happy” you replied shortly, Stiles’ words having left you lost for thought. “Just admit it, you’re afraid” he leant against your kitchen counter and crossed his arms. “Afraid of what exactly Stiles?” you turned so you weren’t looking at him, and placed your empty hot chocolate mugs in the sink. “You’re afraid to love me” he spoke seriously. You widened your eyes and froze for a second, before raising your eyebrows and turning back around to face him. “We are nothing, I don’t feel anything for you. I never have and I never will” you shrugged, with a fake smirk that physically hurt for you to make. “I don’t believe that. I don’t believe that for a second” He retort, walking over to you slowly. “Well you should. I’m broken Stiles and you cant fix me, because I don’t want to be fixed” your breath hitched as he came face to face with you. “Why do you act like people see you as some project. I’m in love with you, for you. You’re broken and it hurts me to see the pain in your eyes and yes I want to help you. But I love YOU” he spoke softly and you felt every single word. “I don’t want to get hurt” you admitted, with an involuntary voice crack. “I would never hurt you Y/n” he claimed. You looked away from his honest gaze and shook your head. “I don’t do this Stiles, I cant do this!” you raised your hands and began to walk away from him. “Try” he said shortly, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you towards him. He pressed his lips to yours and you practically felt yourself melt under his touch. Every doubt you every had faded in that moment. All you could think about was him, and how safe he made you feel. You finally understood the feeling you had sworn to avoid. You didn’t want that moment to ever end, but the sound of your phone vibrating in your back pocket caused you to break away from him. You stared at each other for a second, both scanning one another’s features for a sign of anything. You broke away and answered your phone. “Omg what?… Oh fuck… I’m coming!” you shoved your phone down and without hesitating, ran over to your car keys, your thoughts shifting from the comfort of Stiles. “Y/n calm down, what is it?” Stiles soothed. “It’s my brother” you said shakily, looking up at him through teary eyes.

Part 3? Does anyone even still read teen wolf imagines? Or should I just quit writing in general?

Family|| Derek Luh Imagine


Winter break was something I have been looking forward to for a while. being out in LA for college can take a toll of family life. I haven’t seen them in what felt like forever but in reality its only been a year and a half. during that time period a lot has changed. I started dating Derek Luh, who is a rapper. basically every girl here in LA is in love with him and he chose me. ive told my sister, Tiana, who is 17, about him and my mom and dad. my dad knows a lot less then my mom and sister though because he doesn’t really want his daughter to grow even though he has Tiana and my baby sister, who is 3, Macey. Anyway, when I found out when my break would be I talked to my parents and planned on going out to New York, which is home, and see them for the break. my mom wants me to bring Derek but I’m afraid to ask him. I mean we have been dating for a year and 2 months but I mean Derek still has his career to work on and hes been in the studio a lot to finish his current album that will be coming out soon. but now it is getting closer to my break and I still haven’t asked Derek so I need to ask him.

I arrived at Derek’s place and he invited me in with a warm hug. 

“whats up mami” he kisses me. 

“nothing much” I say going into the kitchen and grabbing an apple and sitting on the counter. I sat on the counter zoning out. what if my parents don’t even like him? I mean he does have a past but what if they aren’t as understanding as I was about it?

“whats on your mind mami” derek says, hands on my thighs, him standing in between my legs. 

“I probably should have brought this up to you about a week or two ago…” I start. Derek froze in his place. I instantly knew what he was thinking.

“no I’m not pregnant, least I don’t think I am” I say. he faces draws relief.

“so whats up then?” he asks.

“so my break is in about a week…for winter…anyway I’m planning on going to New York to visit my family because its been awhile and I want to spend a Christmas with them…anyway….my family really wants to meet you…I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to New York to meet my family, I mean if your busy that’s fine, or if you don’t want to meet them that’s fine, its just weve been together for 14 months, and my family is a big part of my life, and your in my life…and oh my god I’m babbling.’ I say. I quickly bite into the apple to stop myself from talking. Derek just kind a chuckles. I look at him with confusion.

“of course I want to meet your family babe, I mean you met mine, and I’m a family man too, and we are together and one day we are gonna have our own family its only right that I meet them if I plan on marrying you one day.” he says. 

“you plan on marrying me?” I smile.

“of course…but I’m not telling you when that’s a surprise” he smiles and kisses my forehead. I roll my eyes playfully.


we had booked a flight for New York on a Friday night, a few hours after my last class for the winter break. me being the semi procrastinator I am I had to go home and pack 2 hours before our flight to new York. 

“you should’ve packed last night” derek says laughing watching me struggle to pack in time. 

“shut up” I say rushing. I scrambled around our shared room for clothes. we had moved in together about 4 months ago, it helps me save money, because dorming gets expensive. I feel his hands snake around my waist.

“chill mami, take a deep breath” he says in the crook of my neck. I take a deep breath. he kisses my neck.

“better?” he asks. I felt calmer and I nodded. 

“now go finish packing” he says. I nod. the rest of my packing went smoothly and soon we left to the airport and we were off to new York. 

After arriving in New York that’s when my nerves started to really kick in. what if my family doesn’t like him. we sit in the cab and Derek holds my hand. 

“you okay babe?” he asks. I just hum a yes while looking out the window.

“whats on your mind?” he asks. I turn to look at him.

“I’m scared my parents wont like you” I say.

“don’t be” he says.

“I know but still. your important to me and what if they aren’t as supportive or what if they aren’t as understanding of past as I was?” I ask.

“you cant worry about that y/n, it will be fine” he says. I nod and put my head on his shoulder.


from mom- are you almost here?

to mom- yup be there soon


once we arrived at my parents house I took a deep breath. me and derek got out of the car.

“ill get the bags go see your parents” derek says.

“are you sure?” I ask.

“ya it will give me a second to breathe” he says. I nod and give him a peck on the lips. I walk up to the front door to where my family is standing. 

“MY BABY” my mom yells. she runs up to me and hugs me tight. 

“ive missed you” she cries into my ear. I feel my eyes tear up. ive missed my family. my dad makes his way over and he has a few tears in his eyes as well.

“oh dad” I say hugging him tight.

“I love you” he says, cracking in is voice. then my sister Tiana comes over and hugs me.

“hey sis” she smiles. I smile at her. I look back at the cab and Derek walks over with our stuff. my dad walks over. I start to panic a little.

“let me help you” he says. he grabs some stuff from Derek and they walk in the house. we all walk in the house and my dad helps bring my stuff to my old room. 

“we’ll let you two settle, food should be here soon” my moms smiles and closes my door. I plop down on my bed and derek lays next to me laying me on him a little bit. 

“I hope they like you” I say.

“me too” he mumbles. 


we all sat at the table with our food which was pizza and wings, I may have told my mom that Derek and I really love wings. 

“so tell us, what are your plans for the future?” my mom asks derek.

“well…I plan to make a success in my music and change the world for the better. your daughter has gotten me into doing some volunteer work with younger children, so I plan to help them as much as possible as well. And then I eventually plan on having kids of my own and being married”

“if you can have kids, goodluck, that would hurt coming out of your guy parts” my sister laughs. 

“Tiana” I laugh. Derek looks at me.

“shes joking, she has a weird sense of humor kind of like me” I say. he smiles and laughs. 

“do you see yourself married to my daughter?” my dad asks.

“dad…” I warn

“actually yes I do sir. Your daughter makes me very happy. she has been very understanding of me and my past and everything that I have been through. If I’m being honest, meeting you both has me a little nervous. I want to be enough for your daughter, because she is enough for me” Derek says taking a sip of his drink. I give his hand a quick squeeze.

“we are very understanding people Derek. Everyone has a past, mine wasn’t so great when I grew up and y/n’s father was very understanding. its okay to have gone through things. we all do. “ my mom smiles at Derek. 

“and if my daughter is very understanding, like me, then I will be too. people do change” my dad says. 

“well, your daughter has certainly changed me, but I wouldn’t change meeting her for the world. I feel happier when I’m with her sir.” Derek says. 

“actually can I talk to you in private sir?” Derek asks my dad. my dad nods.

“be right back babe” derek kisses my forehead. they both walk away.

“I like him hes hot” my sister says. I laugh.

“I like him to. he seems very invested in you.” my mom says.

“he makes me very happy.” she smiles. then derek and my dad come back. my dad looks fine so I’m hoping everything was okay. 


the next day we had decorated the Christmas tree. I helped my baby sister macey put some ornaments on the tree. my dad finished hanging some lights with some help from derek. once everything was finished my mom turned off the lights so only the Christmas lights hanging and on the tree were glowing. it was so beautiful. Derek walks over to me. he grabs macey from me and puts her down. I look at him questionably. Derek looks over at my parents and nod. I was so confused. Derek gets down on one knee. my breath hitches. what is he doing. 

“y/f/m/l/n I have never been so in love with someone so much, except maybe the chicken wing creators…not my point. but you make me so happy. you have changed me for the better and I would never take back meeting you ever. you understand me and what I want in life. but I also want you in my life, forever. Will you do me the honors of becoming my wife?” he asks. he pulls out a small black box and opens it. their stood the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I had tears pouring from my eyes. I look at what I had standing in front of me and around me. Derek was the best thing to come into my life. my family had raised me to be a great person and do great things. I couldn’t be happier then in this moment. Derek had been more then enough for me. I try to speak but my crying over comes me. I take a deep breath. Derek looked worried. 

“y-yes” I finally get the words out. his face lights up with happiness. he stand up and pulls me into a hug and kisses me all over my face. 

“I love you” he says kissing me. I kiss him back.

“I love you too” I say. he puts the ring on my finger. I look over at my parents and they are smiling and have a few tears in their eyes. 

“did you guys know about this?” I ask.

“yes, Derek asked me if he could have your hand in marriage” my dad says. I look back at Derek and he smiles. slick little shit. 


sorry its kinda long. but I like this one I really do, its different but in a good way. I love you all. 

Feelings for friends - Sami Zayn

Characters: Sami Zayn/ reader

Prompt: #40  "The kids, they ambushed me.“

Warnings: swearing

Requested by: Anonymous

A/N: ayyee I’m back after 90 years I'm so sorry. I hope you enjoy it! I never know what to write here so byeeee.


You let out a massive smile as you finished your match, you’d retained your title against your best friend Alexa Bliss who you where currently feuding with, once you both got behind the curtain the smaller girl gave you a playfully sarcastic round of applause. "Well done Miss Y/L/N” Alexa laughed, “Good try Miss Bliss, maybe next time.”

You both sat down on a crate as you sipped from a water bottle. The friendship you and Alexa had was one thing you loved, you both knew how to have a good time and where famous for being mostly inseparable. A phone buzzing interrupted the conversation you where having and the blonde haired girl smiled at her phone. “I’m so sorry I have to go!” You laughed and watched as Alexa ran down the hall and out of sight.

Standing up, you shoved the oversized hoodie you’d been carrying around over your shoulders. You walked to the canteen and looked around spotting Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn. The two men had been your friends since day one, you quickly walked over, the slight tapping of your shoes on the floor drowning out in the loud chatter of the room.

“Hey” you cheered as you sat around the table with them, you got a few grumbles of acknowledgement in return as you playfully rolled your eyes.

You sat there zoned out as the two men talked, watching Sami. There was no deneying your crush on him, everyone seemed to realise it apart from him which in all honestly was quite embarrassing for you. The thing that you didn’t realise was that Sami actually had a massive crush on you now which made the whole thing more funny for the roster as they watched the pair of you awkwardly interact.

“Y/N?…Y/N?” you quickly snapped back into reality and gave a quick smile to Kevin “yeah?” The man rolled his eyes at how spacey you where, “you busy tonight?” You paused for a second and thought, suddenly remembering that you where being forced to go on a ‘date’ with some guy you didn’t know all thanks to your Parents. This was something you hated, it wasn’t like you didn’t have a massive crush on someone else already.

“Uhh.. yeah sorry” you shrugged. “Well then Sami looks like you get the job of babysitting tonight while me and Karina go out!” Sami pulled a mock sad face, you and Kevin both knew that Sami was afraid of his kids. “You’ll be fine, I’m sure they don’t bite!” You laughed and sympathetically patted the ginger on the arm.

With a quick look at the clock you realise that Smackdown was over. “I gotta go see you boys soon!” You gave the pair of them a wave and a warm smile as you walked away. Sami sighed, obviously fixated on the girl he’d trade the world for. Kevin watched his friend with a smug smile, he knew that one day soon they’d be together.

You stood in front of your mirror, applying the last of your makeup, it wasn’t like you cared what whatever his name thought about you. You just liked getting dolled up every now and again. The time for your date was fast approaching and you’d much rather sit in bed watching Netflix.

You let out a sigh and ran down the stairs to the car park. Hopping into your car the radio switched on making you jump. The feeling in your gut told you that tonight was going to be a shit show, still you drove the 20 minutes to the cliche date idea of a restaurant.

Walking into the warm restaurant that was a change to the cool, bitter air a slightly too hyper man walked or more like bounced to you with a Cheshire Cat grin.

“Hey I’m Toby!” He grinned, you gave the overly enthusiastic man a sarcastic thumbs up as you hurried to your table, you where right this night was going to be a nightmare. The conversation between the two of you was boring and forced and it was obviously that Toby’s enthusiasm was due to nerves as he then started to talk about how he was interested in types of fish, you ignored him after he started to pull fish faces, every now and again smiling and nodding your head.

All the time your head swirled with thoughts about Sami, was he alive still? Had the kids burned down the house yet? Just as your food came Toby decided to sing a song.. about fish. You gave him a disappointed look as he sang the song a bit too loud for your liking.

Your phone let out a ding and you quickly picked it up. It was from Sami.

“Hey Y/N, erm can you come help me out… please it’s an emergency.”

Without a seconds thought you stood up “I gotta go, bye Toby!” You shouted as you ran out of the restaurant, making a mental note to never go on a blind date again.

With record time you where at Kevin’s house. Ditching your heels in the car you carefully jogged to the front door, ringing the bell you could hear the loud voices of kids and the door was opened by Owen. You bent down to face him,“Y/N” he cheered happily.

“Hey buddy, where’s your sister and Sami?” You asked sweetly, “Élodie’s keeping guard of Sami” he replied casually. “Oh okay… well can I come in?” Owen nodded his head and you walked in, shutting the door behind him.

You walked with the young child to the living room to see Sami tied to a chair with duck tape over his mouth. You let out a laugh and doubled over, tears falling from your eyes. “Oh my god, this is priceless!” You pulled out your phone and took a quick photo while your crush gave you a unamused look. Carefully you pulled off the duck tape while the two children sat giggling on the sofa.

“The kids, they ambushed me.” He cried and you let out a fond sigh, your crush on this man getting bigger by the second. “Right then!” You said turning to the kids, “its wayyy past your bed time so let’s get you tucked away.” A small whine from the children made your laugh again, “come on” you sighed and ushered them both upstairs and ready for bed, only then remembering that you’d left Sami tied up downstairs.

Quickly you watched the kids jump into bed and ran down the stairs, giving the older man a sheepish smile you untied him, “thanks” he laughed, trying to play off how in love he was with you. The fact you could get Élodie and Owen into bed so quickly baffled him as he’d been trying to do it for the past two hours.

“Sorry if you had to cancel plans.” Sami laughed, now it was his turn to give you a sheepish smile. “No it cool, actually your more like a savour to me.”

“Whys that?” Before you could answer a bolt of lightning illuminated the sky making you jump and grab onto Sami, rain then poured heavily from the sky, quickly composing yourself you sat back into your own space, “erm I’m sorry” you awkwardly muttered. “No it’s okay, I don’t mind” he laughed, looking you up and down and swallowing the nervous lump in his throat.

The pair of you together was just plain awkward. Neither of you noticed the kids stood in the door way, “just kiss!’ Owen cried out, Élodie nodding in agreement. Sami didn’t need telling again as he swiftly turned your head to face his again and smashes his lips onto you. Two tiny voiced cheered and you grinned into the kiss, fireworks didn’t even start to explain what you where feeling, this was everything you dreamed of and more.

Hesitantly pulling apart you grinned and bit your lip, it was useless trying to hide the blush that crept into your face. "Kids go back to bed” you hummed, still dazed by what just happened. They both nodded and ran back upstairs. “Well that was…nice” you smiled and crashed your lips back onto Sami’s.


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so i’ve been tagged in this selfie thing by the amazing @younqjae-s (bless you darling, you beautiful human being🖤🤧),, and even though I’m an ugly creature I did it because hey why not lol. Well it’s not a selfie because I’m not willing to show my face up close…….😬 So here’s Daehyun, one of my ultimate biases🖤^^ (for you to see something beautiful as well, next to my awful face).
(I hope you see the enthusiasm on my face hahah)

Anyways,,, I don’t know who did it already and who didn’t so I’m just gonna tag everyone who wants to do this.
*throwing a bag of happiness and love at y'all beautiful angels*
Have a great day everyone🖤

Byler Fanfic

Hey guys! I decided to give fan fiction writing a try and this was born! I love Byler so much so i decided to write some cute fanfic about them. I know this might not be accurate to the characters, since I didn’t even mention Eleven, but i thought I should make this a more simple and short fanfic, since I am new to writing it. Thanks so much for reading, enjoy.


Will Byers loved Mike Wheeler. It was just a fact. And could you blame him? Mike, the boy who was always there for Will. Whose face was sprinkled with freckles and who always had a wide, welcoming grin. The boy who stood by Will and cared for him more than any of his other friends. The boy who said the best thing he ever did was befriend Will that fateful day in kindergarten. Yes, Will was helplessly in love with Mike. But he could never know. After all, Mike was definitely straight, and he would never in a million years love Will.

But alas, Will sat in science class, zoning out Mr. Clarke’s voice and doodling “Mike Wheeler” all over his science notebook. He had very good calligraphy and was especially good at cursive, so he made the letters loop just like his heart did whenever he saw Mike.

Then the bell rang, and Will was brought back to reality by Mikes hand on his shoulder.

“Hey Will, ready to go to lunch?” Mike asked with a playful grin. “Oh yeah of course!” Mike responded, slamming his notebook shut as his stomach did a summersault from the fear of being caught by Mike.

“Oh, by the way, can I borrow your notes for the math test tomorrow?” Mike asked Will. “I couldn’t understand the substitute so I didn’t take any notes.”

“Yeah, of course!” Will nodded, a little too vigorously, still full of adrenaline. If Mike noticed, he didn’t show it. “Thanks a bunch!” Mike told Will, and ran down the hall to the lunchroom. “Come on, catch up!” Mike yelled, halfway down the hallway.

As Will finally reached the lunchroom and day down at the table, he remember the math notes. “Oh Mike, here are the notes for Math.” Will said as he offered the taller boy his notebook.

“Thanks Will. You’re sure you won’t need them today, right?” Asked Mike. “Positive.” Answered Will. “You can take them home and copy them there”

“Ok, sounds great!” Mike said, putting a hand on Will’s shoulder. Will’s heart started beating faster, to the point where he felt it’d come out of his chest.

The rest of the school day went by uneventfully, with a dull History lesson and the stuffy classroom that belonged to Ms. Johnson, the Language Arts teacher.

Later that evening, Will decided to work on his Science homework, and looked in his backpack, searching for the science notebook. To his horror, he couldn’t find it anywhere in his backpack. He dumped its insides on his bed and looked through them to no avail. That’s when he noticed his math notebook in his bed, and a panick started to rise through him. “No. Oh no.” Will whispered as he put the pieces together in his brain.

He had given Mike his science notebook instead of the math one, with all of his embarrassing doodles and drawings of him and Mike, and his name with Mike’s last name. Will could feel his face get hot and a bead of sweat roll down the side of his head. He didn’t know what to do, so he told his mom he had to go to Mike’s house.

“This late?” asked Joyce incredulously. “Yes mom, I accidentally gave Mike the wrong notebook and I need the notebook I gave him for my homework!”

“Well, let Jonathan take you. It’s getting dark out you know!” Joyce retaliated.

“Mom please, I’ll be there and back in no time. There’s no need for Jonathan to babysit me!” Will told his mom, desperately needing to retrieve his notebook. If he had any luck he’d be able to get the notebook before Mike saw anything.

“Fine!” Joyce gave in. “But have Mrs. Wheeler call me as soon as you get there, to make sure you’re safe!”

“Yes mom!” screamed Will, already out the door and on his bike. Will biked to Mike’s house, racing to get there in time.

“Will!” Exclaimed Mrs. Wheeler, surprised to see Will at this time with no warning.

“Mrs. Wheelers! Can I talk to Mike please?” Asked Will. “Sure, he’s in his room doing his homework.” Mrs. Wheeler responded, gesturing Will towards the stairs.

Crap is the only thing Will thought as he raced up the stairs. He was going faster than his feet could run, but he had to get to Mike’s room. He had his hand around the doorknob in what seemed like a millisecond, and he entered the room.

“Will!” Mike said, about as startled as his mom was by the unexpected boy. “Mike!” Will said, eyes trailing down to the closed notebook sitting on Mike’s desk. Yes, he had made it.

“I gave you my science notebook by accident, here’s the math one” Will managed to get out, relieved. He exchanged the notebooks quickly and started to put the science one in his backpack.

“Yeah. I realized that as soon as I opened the notebook” Mike said, getting red

Oh no. He didn’t make it. Not it was Will’s turn to get red. Mike saw the notebook. He saw the doodles and drawings.

“Oh” Will said, his science notebook in his unzipped backpack, fighting back the bright red blush spreading from his cheeks to his whole face.

“Hey,” Mike said, putting his hand to Will’s. “It’s ok. I kinda knew.” Mike offered an apologetic grin, and it only made Will get redder, his heartbeat fast and his head throbbing.

“I’m sorry!” Blurred out Will. “I’m so sorry!”

“Why?” Smiled Mike. “ I feel the same way.” Mike and Will both were as red as tomatoes by now.

So Mike did the only thing that could make it worse, and leaned in for a kiss. Will was shocked, because out of all things that could’ve happened that night, a kiss from the Mike Wheeler was the last thing he imagined he would get.

Will was stiff, but as soon as Mike put his lips to Will’s it was like a load was lifted from Will’s shoulders. They both kissed mutually, enjoying every second of it.

When they finally pulled apart, Will was the first to talk. “So I’m guessing you saw the notebook?” He asked, and then laughed awkwardly. “Yeah,” Mike said, joining in the laughter. “I did.”

As Will walked away from Mike’s house with his science notebook and with a kiss from his best friend, he was blushing, thinking about Mike in a whole new light.

Even as he got home, received by Joyce’s scolding and hugs he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Why didn’t you call me? You had me worried sick!” Joyce said, hugging Will tightly. “I’m sorry,” Will giggled. “I forgot.”

“Well, you seem to be in a good mood. Got your notebook back?” Asked Joyce, with a slight side smirk. “Yeah, I did.” Will said, blushing slightly. “Now if you’ll excuse me mom, I need to go finish my homework.”

Heartbeat Song

A/N:  Sorry for the delay… I’ve been planning this one for a bit now, and I’ve had some help this time around.  A huge thank you to @magnificentkidstarfish for your input!  Hope y’all enjoy it.  It’s way different than what I’ve normally written.  Will also be really long… so, click on the ‘Keep Reading’ to get into it.

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Can’t Be Real 3

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Request: @rohanwood Idea for a one shot/ series where eggsy & the reader meet outside of kingsman & neither of them know the other is an agent at kingsman. They start dating & each end up walking out on dates bc of missions, but make it work? The other is suspcious but dont have any idea what they’re hiding. Eventually they discover each other at work & angst ensues? & the reader is a legendary sort of myth at Kingsman & no one knows who she is except for high ranking officials like Merlin & (formerly) Arthur?

Warning: Swearing, sexual themes

A/N: I am incredibly sick


Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by fiveguysfiction

Nine dates. They had had nine dates together and every time, Eggsy would have to leave in the middle of it. Normally, Y/N would understand having to work late, however she hadn’t worked at all in the past two and a half months, so this was starting to get annoying.

Y/N never brought it up to him though. Every time he told her he had to leave in between dinners or while they were out at some of the museums she had worked for, he would kiss her on the cheek, apologize gently and leave.

The tenth date was no different. They had decided on a fancier restaurant this time. She had been wearing a nice dress that Eggsy had not been able to take his eyes off her from the moment he saw her. She had given him a smug smile in return.

Eggsy ended up getting a phone call while they were eating, forcing him to step outside. Y/N, having had enough of this back and forth thing they were doing, followed him out to listen in on the phone call. She went back to her seat after hearing the word Merlin coming from her date. That gave her warning signs. Eggsy came back in a moment later and kissed her on the cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I have to go into work,” he said, pulling his wallet out to hand her cash to pay for their meal. Y/N gave him a slightly annoyed look, but the possibility of him being a Kingsman as well was making her edgy. He gave her an apologetic smile and tilted her chin to press his lips against hers.

Then he was gone and she was stuck in this restaurant with their half eaten meals. Y/N got up after waving down a waiter and paying, apologizing about not being able to finish the meal. He gave her a sympathetic look before she left.

Once Y/N was home, she sent her hawk to Merlin asking if she could have a mission yet. This hadn’t been the first time she had asked, but most of the time he sent her back a flat no. He didn’t answer right away like he normally did. She sighed and laid on her bed, annoyed with Eggsy and Merlin and Kingsman and just everything involving that.

Eggsy didn’t contact her for days though. This was what normally happened when he left their dates early. It made her anxious. Where did he go? What was he doing? What kind of work did he do?

She refused to believe that he was also a kingsman. There was no way that the one guy she decided to date was a Kingsman. That didn’t stop the prickling feeling that told her that he might be.

Y/N waited a few more weeks and as time went by, she dug a bit deeper into Eggsy’s father, but she couldn’t dig up anything about him being involved with Kingsman. It didn’t have anything about his death either, but Y/N felt it was a little too much to be digging through those kinds of files.

Eggsy showed up at her house after another week or so. She stared at him blankly before going to shut the door in his face. Weeks with nothing, not even a response to her texts and he thinks he can just show up.The door stopped just before it stopped and Y/N looked down at the foot blocked the way. She pulled it open again and glared at him. He gave her a gentle smile.

“May I come in?” he asked. The look she gave him was so blank, he probably wasn’t sure how to react.

“Why the fuck would I let you in after you keep running off in the middle of our dates? You haven’t talked to me for weeks,” She hissed and she could see him flinch a bit in response.

“I did say it was for work…”

“For a month? An entire month at work?” She asked, exasperated. Though that was a bit hypocritical of her since she was almost always gone for long periods of time.

“Look, I’m sorry, but my job has me leaving the country some of the time and when that happens, I tend to be gone for long periods of time,” Eggsy explained, looking more apologetic than what was probably needed, but Y/N felt the need to make him suffer.

“With no contact?” She asked, crossing her arms. He gave her a sort of shrug before she just moved away so he could come inside. Eggsy made his way through the entryway, passed her and towards her living room.

“I can make it up to you,” He said as Y/N slammed the door behind him. She raised a brow at him, moving passed him to lead him into the kitchen rather than the living room. He followed with an easy swagger to his steps as if he knew she would forgive him.

“I’m sure you would try,” She sassed.

“Please? Just one more chance,” He asked, sitting at the island in her kitchen. Y/N sighed and gave him a firm look.

“Look, I should be going back to work any day now. I really don’t think it’d be fair to both of us if we continued this when I’m going to be gone for even longer periods of time. Our work,” She gestured between them. “Is not going to work for either of us. You keep disappearing and I will be gone for months at a time.”

“We could make it work if I went with you,” Eggsy said, smirking. Y/N stared at him, surprised.

“You want to come with me?” She asked. He nodded, crossing his arms smugly as he smirked. Did he have any idea what third world countries were like? That she spent most of her time in the middle of nowhere, wearing the same clothes for months because she couldn’t keep more than one other outfit in her bag without having to let go of other necessities.

“What’s that face for?” He asked, getting a little unnerved at her silence.

“No, absolutely not. It really wouldn’t be fair to either of us. You have your own job, a house, your family. I can’t take all that away from you,” She said, leaning on the island across from him.

“What if I want you to be taking it?” Eggsy asked, winking at her. She raised a brow at him.

“You’re a perv,” Y/N hissed.

“Yeah, but I think you’re enjoying it.”

Y/N seemed to ponder whether or not to give him another chance. She wanted to. He was handsome, but he was also caring and sweet. She wanted to give him the chance to prove that maybe she could mean something to someone.

“You get one more date, Eggsy. If you walk out of this one, that’s it. We’re done,” She said, giving him a serious look. Eggsy nodded and leaned himself across the counter to plant a kiss on her lips.

“You won’t regret it, Y/N.”  She really hoped she didn’t.


Eggsy took her to a very fancy club. Something she was not used to. He had asked her to invite two friends, but she didn’t have any. It had turned out, Y/N was meeting his coworkers at this club. His reaction to seeing her open the door was priceless. Though she was littered with scars and scratches, all his eyes seemed to focus on was the very low cut chest of her dress. She had to snap her fingers to get his attention.

When they finally got there, she immediately didn’t want to stay. Though she wasn’t under or overdressed, she didn’t like being in loud urban areas and this was extremely out of her comfort zone. He sat her at a table before sitting next to her, dressed in a very fancy looking suit like he had when he took her to the first fancy restaurants.

They talked for a bit before Eggsy’s friends showed up and they were, by far, the most surprising thing she had seen. Roxy was sweet, even a little flirty and very competitive with Eggsy. It was his other friend, they called him Merlin, that was getting her attention more.

After a few drinks though, Y/N didn’t bother asking. She wasn’t drunk and she could tell that Eggsy wasn’t either. She was having fun despite how uncomfortable she was in the club itself. It was then that she allowed Eggsy to drag her to the dance floor so they could dance.

He held her close by her hips, pressing his lips to her ear in a way that made her want to kiss him and slap him at the same time. After a few more minutes of him antagonizing her with his pelvic sorcery, she grabbed him by the tie of his suit and dragged him outside.

The drive home was quiet, him tapping his fingers slightly against the steering wheel while she picked at the glitter of her dress. As soon as they were standing at her doorstep, she grabbed his tie and dragged him inside.

His lips met hers feverishly while she pulled the jacket off his shoulders. Eggsy walked Y/N backwards towards her room as he ran his hands up to her shoulders to pull the shoulders of the dress off. As soon as her bare back hit the bed, she knew that she would enjoy this.


Eggsy was up first. He yawned as he sat up slowly. His gaze shifted to Y/N’s back turned to him. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before getting up to pull on the boxer briefs he had been wearing last night.

Slowly he made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. He didn’t bother putting on any more clothes than that after washing his hands. Eggsy made his way back out to the kitchen to make them some breakfast. He stopped only to look at the pictures hanging on the wall.

There were pictures of her mum and dad, some of her as a child, but there was one that caught his attention the most. It was a picture that was small, but it was probably the most significant.

In this picture was her father, standing in a suit next to Harry and the old Arthur. Eggsy stared at the picture before taking it off the wall. Quickly, he sent a picture of it to Merlin after quietly retrieving his cell from Y/N’s bedroom. He waited in the living room, fidgeting as he ran his fingers over his phone nervously.

The text he received after a few more minutes was not comforting. It was stating that Y/N’s father was Agent Gawain. Eggsy sent another text back on everything about the old agent and Merlin agreed. Eggsy stood up and went back into Y/N’s room.

He left a note on her pillow after dressing before he left the house silently. Eggsy made his way over to the Kingsman shop. He went inside and into one of the fitting rooms so he could take the shuttle to the Kingsman house. Nearly running, finally he was in Merlin’s monitoring room.

Merlin looked at him, clearing uncomfortable. He pulled up a screen of everything having to do with the old Gawain. Eggsy moved closer to read even the small parts. What shocked him more was that there was Y/N, going through the Kingsman training with Arthur being the one who picked her as a candidate.

“No…” He muttered as he watched. “She had to have been sent home!”

But the video showed she was the only candidate remaining, with her father by her side and Arthur smiling proudly at the both of them. It was then that Arthur said the name that made Eggsy’s mind go blank.

“Welcome to Kingsman, Bedivere.” Merlin turned the video off and looked over at Eggsy. He bit his lip as he observed the boy sit slowly in the chair.


“I said Agent Bedivere was not real… But I’m dating her.”

“Eggsy, you couldn’t have known that she-”

“I want everything of hers right now. I need to talk to her about this,” Eggsy said, recovering from his shock. Merlin pursed his lips and nodded, getting to work on getting his friend the information he needed.

US Marines, grouped in fours and fives in outboard motor boats, approach the beach in an amphibious assault in the Rung Sat Zone, 35 miles from Saigon. Run Sat was the target of Operation Jackstay, involving 1,200 Marines. 26 March 1966.

Note the M14 rifles, despite the 1966 date. The USMC was the last to adopt the M16, being the riflemen they’re trained to be and their fondness for rifle-caliber cartridges.

teenage dream

background: This takes place in the future.

warnings: Slightly sad, I guess. Pan is OOC.

It was nights just like these, sitting at a small iron patio table on your balcony, that you reminisce of memories from your younger days. The moon glowed luminously in the endless sea of the stars, the skyscrapers in the distant night atmosphere standing tall like watch guards over the city. A gentle breeze fluttered about, your children sleeping peacefully in their bedrooms down the hall of your apartment.

The stars twinkled in the midnight time sky but one stood out more than any of the others. Whenever you saw that star, a smile always graced your face. You knew exactly what it was and what laid just beyond it. Setting your wine glass down, you hugged your arms closer around your seated form. Even though it was well past midnight you weren’t the slightest bit tired but a yawn suddenly deceived your thoughts. Your eyes drooped a little more than they did a minute ago and you sat, zoned out at nothing in particular.

“Mommy?” Your daughter called from behind, causing you to turn your head.

“Why are you still up, sweetie?” You cooed, your soft tone of voice reassuring her you weren’t mad but instead genuinely curious.

“Well… I can’t sleep because I thought I heard someone at the door.”

You paused, frowning. “…At the door? Are you sure?”

She shrugged, tugging her Bambi blanket tighter around herself. You stood from the chair, collecting your wine glass and following her into the black living room. Shutting and locking the porch door, you followed your daughter to her bedroom that she shared with her younger sister, who laid sprawled out on the top bunk.

“You have nothing to worry about, okay? No one is at the door at this time of night, love.”

Your daughter, a smaller version of yourself nodded and accepted the goodnight kiss you laid on her forehead. As silently as you could, you closed their bedroom door and made your way to the front door, double and triple checking the locks. You stood still, listening to the sounds of the night and after coming to a conclusion you decided to finally head to sleep yourself.

As you settled under the covers waiting for sleep to overcome, you heard it.

There. It sounded like it was coming from… the living room? Footsteps, creaking over the squeaky floorboards your children liked to run over for fun but this time, it wasn’t either of your daughters. You waited a second more before standing up and peaking your head out the door… but all that greeted you was darkness.

A hand covered your mouth before you could let out a scream, their other arm wrapping around your waist and bringing you into their backwards embrace.

“Shh,” the voice whispered and even without them actual speaking, you could tell it was male. “Don’t scream, (Y/N).”

Looking down, the combination of the accent and the brown, leather wrist cuffs confirmed your suspicion.

“Pan.” You groaned, fighting off the hand that covered your mouth. Even as a woman in your mid thirties, the boy was still taller than you. Pan grinned, small natural dimples indenting themselves in his cheeks.

“My God (Y/N), it’s been so long. I can’t believe —.”

“It was you that was sneaking around my house, wasn’t it?”

Pan stuttered, confused as to why you weren’t excited. “I mean… —.”

“You scared me and my children, Pan. You can’t just go sneaking around people’s house.”

Pan took a small step back; hadn’t it been just a few days since he visited last? You always loved it when he visited. A sigh emitted from your mouth.

It’s been eighteen years, Pan. Eighteen years since I’ve last seen you.”

And suddenly, Pan saw it. He saw the baby face he had once so loved on you  gone, replaced by cheekbones and a gaunt face. The wrinkles around your mouth and the bags under your eyes were much more apparent, more so apparent than he had ever remembered. Had it really been eighteen years? No, it couldn’t of been.

“Eighteen years?” He laughed. “Impossible. I was here the other day.”

“You of all people should know about Neverland’s time catch.”

Peter Pan looked around the dim bedroom, the moonlight illuminating the lone queen sized bed, the dresser and the vanity that sat in your room. His breath caught in his throat as he approached a collage of photos pinned on the wall, photos of you and two smaller girls —  your daughters? Other various pictures of you with your family burned into his mind.

“But you’re seventeen?”

“I’m thirty-five. I’m now what you despise the most… a grown up. You’re still the seventeen year old boy I knew but I’m living my life. I’ve been married and I’ve been divorced. I have two beautiful daughters. ” A small smile rose to your face at the mention of your children. They were everything to you.

“Can I see them?”

“My children…?“

Pan nodded and you tiptoed out of your room and across the hall. You tipped the door open, their bedroom lit with the fairy lights hung on their ceiling. Pan peaked over your shoulder soundlessly and wordlessly.

“They’re beautiful.” He smiled and it warmed your heart. You shut the door and walked towards the living room, the prince of the Lost Boys at your heels behind you.

“I just… Can’t believe it. You’ve moved on without me, (Y/N).”

Tears threatened to blind your vision. “Eighteen years is a long time to wait for someone. I got tired of waiting and before I knew it, I had fallen in love with another.”

“But he left.” Pan’s eyebrow rose in challenge.

“So did you.” Opening the balcony door, you stepped back out exactly where you had started the night.

“Would you ever come back? With me?”

Pan. You can’t ask me things like that.”

Coming up behind you, he rested a hand gently on your shoulder. “You didn’t say no, though.”

“I’m not a teenager anymore. I can’t run away with you and leave my life behind just because you suddenly pop up and ask.” Turning around, you got your first good look at him in over a decade. He literally had not aged a day. The same crooked smile, the same scar over his left eyebrow and the same green eyes that resembled the forest he ruled over. “I have lives to take care of, lives that depend on me being here.”

“Very well.” He whispered. “Can I have one last kiss?”

You looked down as you hadn’t kissed anyone in years, not since you left your husband. He dipped his head down and pressed a feathery light kiss to your cheekbone, creating a warm blush to speed through your face.

“If you won’t come back with me, allow me to visit you again.”

“As long as you promise it won’t be eighteen years.”

He gave you a boyish smile, pulling apart from the embrace with an echo of the promise. You didn’t watch as he turned away and lifted himself into the air, disappearing into nothing. You could only hope you would see him again.