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I…… honestly don’t know what I’m doing with my life. Have some Tres Horny Bois in a Draw The Squad meme and a director that is Too Old For This Shit.

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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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.

Preference #25: He uses a pick-up line on you.

**A/N: Yeah, I finally posted again… crazy, right? xo - Sophie**

Ponyboy: You were walking out of the movie house, on your way to meet a couple of friends at a little store a few blocks away. You simply minded your own business, growing more and more excited to meet your friends. You hadn’t had the chance to see them since the last day of freshman year. Summer was finally here, and you had to search and buy some cute clothes. You were set on reaching the store, until your attention shifted to a young boy far ahead of you. He looked around your age. You tried to study his appearance as you got closer to where he sat: he had light-brown, almost red, hair full of gel. You kept walking and paying attention to him, not realizing that you had already past the store. You snapped out of your reverie, finally taking the chance to observe your surroundings. You were lost for sure. Ponyboy after a few moments noticed your approaching figure, turning to look up at you. He tried to get your attention by coughing, and the cough was followed by a deep breath, “Are you lost, ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.”

Johnny: You were at the drive-in when you met Johnny. You were alone, though; you had originally come with your older sister, but she ditched you to go flirt with some guy. You weren’t going to lie: the guy she was flirting with was cute, but not cute enough to momentarily ditch your family for. You were front row, trying to hide your annoyance as you saw your sister speedwalk over to the guy. You sat for minutes, nearly zoning out until you felt a presence behind you. You heard a gruff laugh, and another voice trying to shush the person laughing. You shook it off, thinking the two troublemakers would get their act together, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned only to meet a pair of wide brown eyes staring right back at you. You knew who these eyes belonged to, though: Johnny Cade. You had gone into some internal shock. You loved how his eyes looked at that very moment. Hell, you always did. You looked next to him, only to see Dallas Winston, the great hood, smirking at his friend. “Go on, Johnny. Like we practiced,” Dallas whispered, nudging his side. Johnny’s eyes went wide, and he gulped. “Well, um, D-Dally thinks you’re kinda cute, but I don’t… I think you’re absolutely gorgeous!” And at that moment, you faced the fact that you were sold.

Sodapop: You got a call from your cousin, Steve. “Hey Steve, how’s work?” you asked. “Pretty good, I guess. I just finished up working on a car, so I’m going on a lunch break. Want to meet? I miss my cousin!” You laughed at his statement, “Aw, Steve! You just saw me last weekend! But I’ll go. I’ll be on my way to the DX to pick you up!” With that, you hopped into your old car and sped off to see Steve. You finally arrived, nearly jumping out of your car to go inside the station. You recognized Steve’s figure inside, and you opened the door. “Hey, Steve! You ready to g- oh, sorry,” you blushed, realizing you interrupted a conversation he was having with a co-worker. He looked at you, motioning for you to come closer. “Took you long enough! (Y/N), this is Sodapop, my best friend. Soda, this is (Y/N), my cousin. I’ll be back out, let me pick up my switch from the back.” And so he jogged to the back of the station. You and Sodapop shared your hellos and startede small talk, which led into an interesting conversation full of jokes and laughter. You couldn’t help but secretly gawk at his movie-star looks. Bright brown eyes, dark gold hair, and a killer smile paired with an extremely defined jaw line. After what seemed like forever, Steve finally found his blade. “Looks like Steve here’s going to kill our fun,” you joked. Sodapop only laughed more, bringing his eyes to meet yours before smiling again. “You’re real funny, y'know?” You only blushed, and he chuckled. “Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart: if delivering smiles was a profession, you’d be perfect for the job.”

Steve: Your mother was currently putting gas in the car, while you were walking up to the doors of the DX. The line was nearly out of the door, and you groaned inwardly. Your mother was definitely not a patient person! You didn’t need to have her yapping in your ear out of petty annoyance. After an infinity, it was finally your turn. The guy you recognized as Sodapop ran towards the back of the station. He called out the back door, “Steve, get your sorry butt out here! I need to restock the shelves, and we can’t keep customers waiting!” “Calm down, Soda! I’ll be right out!” You heard in response. Minutes were passing, and you started tapping your foot out of impatience. You heard footsteps and looked up in eagerness, only to met by a cute boy and his toothy smile. His smile only got wider, “Wow. Sorry, don’t think we’ve met. I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like yours.”

Dallas: To say that your friend’s birthday party was “wild” was a complete understatement. If anything, you didn’t even know where she was! So here you were, with your boyfriend of five months, trying to find out if any of your other friends from school were there. “Babe, she was saved enough to rent Jay’s out for her birthday?!” your boyfriend asked, wide-eyed. You could only nod your head before you spoke, “Yeah, she did. I just didn’t think she’d have the whole she-bang.” There was alcohol, a live band, and enough food to feed a small army. You and your boyfriend looked around even further for familiar faces and your boyfriend had a big smile on his face, “(Y/N), I found my friends, I’ll catch up with you in just a bit. Hang tight!” With that, he was gone in the crowd. You huffed, looking around in a desperate manner, trying to find somebody you knew. Your search continued for a few minutes until you felt a hand wrap around your waist. A gruff, yet smooth, voice met your ears, “‘Scuse me, miss, you taken?” You stiffened, moving his hand from your body. “Yes,” you grimaced, “I am.” You turned to the man after you said that, and froze at the sight of him. It was Dallas Winston. You had only seen him before from a distance but you didn’t think he was that handsome. His arm returned to it’s previous place on your waist, and he guided you to the dance floor. You froze once again, you weren’t going to let him act this way with you! “What do you think you’re doing?! I’m taken!” He only shrugged, his grin only getting bigger, “Doll, I didn’t hear you say 'happily’.”

Two-Bit: You were at The Dingo with your best friend sharing a basket of fries. It would have been some nice bonding time if it hadn’t been for the rambunctious group of boys across the restaurant. You groaned, “Lord, they’re annoying.” Your friend giggled, “But they are kind of cute.” You shook your head, “I’m not going to bother looking. Their annoying ways are already getting to me - their looks won’t redeem themselves.” Your friend only shook her head at you, “You’re missing out on quite a view, I must say.” You sat in silence but couldn’t help asking the golden question, “Greasers or Socs?” “Look for yourself.” You sighed and looked, and your sight was instantly captivated by one guy with greased hair, a Mickey shirt, and pretty intense sideburns. But at that same moment, he looked your way… and it seemed that he was doing that a lot, unknown to you. You broke eye contact, feeling the blush reach your face. Your friend lit up, “I knew it.“ You glanced discreetly at him and saw him say something to his friends, getting up from his seat. "Oh my, he’s coming this way. What do I do?” “Can’t help you there, sugar. Sorry.” your friend responded. And then you heard an unfamiliar voice: “Sorry, but you owe me a drink.” You slowly lifted your head up to meet the eyes of the cute boy. You gulped, “Why is that?” He only let out a hearty laugh, “Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine, darling!”

Darry: You felt as though junior year was going to be horrible for you. You just switched schools and you barely knew anybody except for one or two girls who you were close to becoming friends with. Also, It was only a week into the semester and you already had trouble with the material being taught. One of the girls, Mary, came up to your locker one day and asked you something you never thought you’d hear so quick into the year, “Hey (Y/N)! Listen, there’s a little party that’s going to happen at my house. I’m inviting everybody, especially the cuties from the football team,” she winked, “Anyway, I thought you’d want to come too. I wanted to give you a warm welcome to the school and make an effort to reach ou to you. Want to go?” You appreciated the kind gesture and accepted. Two days passed and there you were, standing on her doorstep, too nervous to walk in. You smoothed out your light pink skirt and took a deep breath. You rang the doorbell and some random teen opened it. Mary was nowhere to be found so you just made your way to the snack table and got yourself some punch. You felt eyes on you though, and you looked out the corner of your eye to see one tall boy coming your way, muscles and all. From what you could tell, he was cute. “Hi,” you heard, “I’m Darry.” You turned around and met a chest. Boy, was he tall. You craned your neck to look up at him, only to see the face of a god staring you down right back. He opened his mouth to speak again, “May I just say, you must be one hell of a thief, because you stole my heart from across the room.”

Bully (Chanyeol) ~ [Part 3] here’s your requested scenario! I hope you enjoy it!


When I came home that day, my phone rang in my hand.

“Yi Fan?” I greeted.

“I swear if that boy hurts you, I will break him.” he growled from the other end.

His footsteps could be heard through the phone, telling me that he’s walking somewhere. Next thing I knew, my front door opened and Kris came through, just hanging up the call.

“You can’t be serious.” he spoke.

“About?” my eyebrow raised.

“That son of a dick, Chanyeol!” he exclaimed, crashing on my couch.

“You’re going to go on a date with him?” he asked. I nodded. He seemed to get a little more pissed off than he already is.

“Why? What if he hurts you again?” he found another point.

“If he does I won’t ever speak to him again and you’ll have full permission to beat him.” I replied. He must’ve thought I couldn’t see it but he turned a little and smirked for some reason.

“He told me he changed, Yi Fan. Give him a chance For me?” I gave him my well known puppy eyes. He gave a whiny sigh, avoiding the face but gave him.

“Why do you always do that? Jesus, fine. Let’s go find something for you to wear.” he dragged me up to my room. Sometimes, Kris can be a total girl sometimes. He went through my closet to find an outfit for later tonight.

When later came, I was dressed, FanFan left and the doorbell rang. I opened the door and gasped.

“Chanyeol, what happened?” Chanyeol was standing in front of me, looking nervous and sporting a huge bruise on the side of his face. A band aid was humorously plastered over it as if it hid the purple swelling cheek. He chuckled a little, his hands behind him.

“It’s not that big a deal, I deserve it anyway. Should we go?” he asked, waving my concern away.

“Chanyeol.” I said as warning. He looked down.

“Okay, okay. Earlier, I went to talk to Kris about what you liked so I can take you on a comfortable date. He punched me in the face.” he answered. My mouth hung, I suddenly realized why Kris was smirking earlier.

“You should’ve just asked me, are you okay?” I asked. He answered with a nod.

“I didn’t want the date to be just a restaurant and going home. But are you ready to go?” he questioned, a little more brightly. I smiled and took his hand as we left the apartment building.

“So, where are we going?” I questioned, walking down the road with him

“After Kris socked me in the face, he very angrily told me you liked aquatic stuff. So I thought I’d bring you to an aquarium that’s near by. You look great by the way.” he complimented. I blushed a deep red, playing with my the hem of my shirt and muttering a ‘Thank you’. I heard his chuckle and the blush deepened.

I was so not used to this side of Chanyeol. It feels kind of, warm. I like this side of Chanyeol better. He looked and acted like a total sweetheart under his bully facade. I was starting to grow to like him as a person.

We arrived in front of a huge building. There were loads of people going in and out. He escorted me inside. The place looked like a wonderland. There were fish tanks on every single corner of the museum. Ranging from tiny shrimp to sharks, everything was here and I felt like I entered heaven. We walked up to the counter and the person wrapped a band around our wrists so we have access to enter.

Chanyeol took me through this tunnel that was completely underwater. Sharks were swimming over us. A scuba diver was floating by, waving to people as he swam by. We went down the stairs where the whole room was under water.
Loads of fish swam by and I pressed my face against the glass in amazement.

They were all so cute! A dolphin suddenly swam up and face me. I started laughing and placed my hand against the glass. It rubbed its head against the glass where my palm was, making its dolphin noises.

“It likes me! Chanyeol look!” I exclaimed in excitement.


She looked extremely adorable right now. I was going a little crazy at how cute she’s being but held it in as I watched her. Her face lit up when she saw the fishes. I nearly died when the dolphin scene happened. I could only laugh too when she said that to me.

“Hey, you know we can purchase some as pets right?” I informed her, preparing myself for what’s coming.

“We can? Are you serious? Where?” she asked, her eyes widening and looking around.

“I’ll take you there when we finish with the show.” I smiled, looking away.

“Show? There’s a show?” she asked again. I laced my finger in with hers as I took her up to watch the dolphin show that’s about to happen any minute. I was going to sit down but she pleaded to sit in the splash zone.

“But your outfit will be drenched!” I was worried.

“It doesn’t matter, please? Pretty please?” her eyes widened, she pulled her puppy eyes and I nearly died it was so cute. I gave in. She squealed and took me to the front seats.

In moments, the show began. The dolphin trainers started telling the dolphins what to do. A bunch of floating, jumping and other things. Near the end was the big finish. They brought down a large hoop from the ceiling. In one whistle, all five of the dolphins leap out of the giant tank as far as they can to go through the hoop.

Just like what ____ wanted, we got splashed. She didn’t get angry, she cheered with excitement.

The show ended and everyone got up and left. Just like I promised, we went and bought a fish. She chose a small dotted fish and they placed it in a bowl for her to hold. We left the place and she was grinning down at the bowl.

“I’m going to name you Angie.” she whispered. I started laughing at her cuteness. A breeze came by and she shivered, moving a little closer to me. I took this chance, and like in any cliche romance movies, took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

“I told you we shouldn’t have sat in the splash zone.” I teased her. Her face turned red in embarrassment.

“But it was fun.” I added. She looked up at me with a grin, knowing I had fun too.

We reached her apartment door and she turned with a shy smile.

“Chanyeol, I had fun today. Thanks.” she said, cheeks turning red once again. I, too, was getting red in the face.

“N-no problem. I’m sorry your outfit got ruined.” I replied with a nervus chuckle.

“It’s not a problem, don’t worry about it. Thanks for Angie.” she held up the bowl, her eyes lighting up once again.

“Umm, I’d like to do this again sometime. I-if you want to…” I stuttered. She smiled.

“That would be nice.” she said and nodded.

“Great! Uh, i-it’s getting late now, I should get going home now. Have a good night.” I was disappointed I had to go. I wanted to keep talking to her. But I waved and turned around, getting ready to walk back down.

“Oh! Wait your jacket.” she called, running up to me. I chuckled with a shake of the head.

“You keep it.” I replied. She then told me to come closer as if she wanted to tell me something. I bent down to listen. But got nothing but a kiss on the cheek as she pulled back, looking down at her feel.

“Good night, Chanyeol.” she mumbled. We both parted ways. As the elevator went down, I was smiling the whole way. My feelings for her is getting bigger.

Yes, I like her and I want to be in a relationship with her but she needs to recover. She needs to completely be comfortable with me before I can ask her so for now, I’m going to take it slow.

My hand gently touched my cheek where she kissed me and once again, I smiled as I stepped out of the elevator and walked home.


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Arturo “Zones” sat in the break room, still clad in his candy maker’s uniform. He hadn’t had the chance to change out, even though his shift just ended. He was giving his feet a chance to rest for a moment before he attempted to change and make the long trip back home. “Okay, seriously. Why haven’t the Imagineers invented a teleporter yet? This whole two-hour travel time every day is the most exhausting part.”

Kissed in The Haunted Mansion

A/N: My bæ and I are going to Disneyland together this summer and I’m super excited. With that in mind, I decided to write a phanfic about Disneyland. Enjoy! Also, please please send me more requests. Thank you!

Word Count: 1073

“Phil! Hurry up!” Dan whined jumping up and down.

Dan and Phil were in the US for VidCon. They came three days earlier and decided that they wanted to spend one of those days going to Disneyland. 

“Alright, love. I’m coming.” Phil chuckled.

They took a taxi and before Dan could finish 4 Muse songs they were at the park entrance. They bought park hoppers so that they could go to both Disneyland Park and California Adventure. 

“Oh my god, Phil! I’m so excited!” Dan yelled as they entered the park. 

They ran and saw Main Street filled with hundreds of people. Phil looked at Dan who had a huge smile on his face. His dimples dug deep into his cheeks and Phil so badly wanted to kiss him. Dan took Phil hands into his and swung them. Phil pulled away abruptly after a second.

“Dan, we can’t hold hands. We can’t risk being seen by a phan, remember?”

“Right. Sorry, I forgot.” Dan said with a little disappointment for a second than again realized just how excited he was to be back in Disney.

They first headed for Tomorrowland. Dan wanted to start with his favourite, Space Mountain. 

“Phil! The queue is only 40 minutes. Let’s go.” Phil happily followed.

They spent the next couple of hours riding the Tomorrowland rides and checking out the shops.

“Hey Dan.” Dan turned around surprised to see Phil holding up a lightsaber. “I am your father.” Phil impersonated in a deep voice.

Dan grabbed a lightsaber, “Battle!” He yelled and they started fighting. They went to go get popcorn after their browsing. After they fully explored Tomorrowland they skipped along to Fantasyland. 

“Peter Pan’s Flight! C’mon, Phil. I wanna go see my childhood boyfriend.” Dan smirked.

“If you’re trying to make me jealous with a 12 year old cartoon boy, it’s not going to work, Dan.”

“Petah! Oh, Petah!” He mocked while they walked into the queue.

“They’re children on the premises, Dan. Clean your dirty mind.”

They continued through Fantasyland until the reached The Haunted Mansion. 

“We’re going on this one, Phil.”

“No, Dan.”

“Yes. You chickened out last time and promised you’d go the next time we came. It’s not even that scary. ”

“Dan.” Phil whined. “Don’t make me.”

“Phil, I really want to go on this ride, but,” Dan paused. “I love you and don’t want to force you to do anything. If you don’t want to we don’t have to.” He knew the guilty trick always worked on Phil.

Phil sighed. “Fine.”

Dan then pushed Phil towards the queue. They waited out the 30 minute time before they were in a small room with about 45 other people. The ghost speaker came on behind them making Phil jump.

“Is the room getting taller?” The creepy voice asked.

Phil eyes filled with fear as the ceiling moved up revealing the creepy portraits. Suddenly, there was lighting, a loud crash, and a scream. Phil screamed along with it. Dan took this moment in the dark to intertwine their fingers together. The lights came shooting back on a moment later and he slowly brought his hand back up by his waist. The crowd was then guided into the hallway where you entered your doom buggy. 

The two were brought in their vehicle through a maze of creepy hallways and dark shadows. Phil was slightly shaking. Dan took the chance of privacy to wrapped his arm around Phil’s waist which calmed him a lot. Phil took Dan’s hand in his and then rested his head on Dan’s shoulder. They then came to the giant Dining room with the hundreds of ghosts. They appeared suddenly making Phil slightly jump.

“What? What kind of technology is this?” Phil questioned as he looked at him.

Dan was staring at him with hearteyes. Phil caught notice of this a smiled at Dan placing his forehead on the one of the younger man’s. Dan then caressed Phil’s cheek and ever so gently placed his lips on Phil’s pair. Phil pulled Dan in closer by the waist as they started moving their lips. They soon parted and when Phil averted his attention by to the attraction he jumped again at the fact he was seeing a woman hold an axe next to a husband with his head chopped off.

The ride ended soon enough and they both hopped out of the buggy. Phil still a little shaken up walked into the gift shop pleased that it was over.

“See, Phil. It wasn’t that bad.”

“The only reason I enjoyed it was because I got a kiss from you that’s all.”

They spent the next 3 hours in the Disneyland park exploring Adventureland and Frontierland and then ToonTown. They decided that it was time to head to California Adventure.

Dan immediately ran over to the Oswald shop as soon as they entered and put on one of the hats. The next few hours were spent going on the easy rides until they approached The Hollywood Tower of Terror. Phil gave Dan the deaf stare as he smirked.

“Alright, alright. I won’t make you go on another scary ride.” He smiled almost pecking him on the cheek, but then realizing they were in public. 

They walked to discover more of Cars Land and Bug’s Land until they ran into a “phan.” 

“OMG! Are you guys Dan and Phil?” Spoke the boy who looked about 15.

“Yes we are.” Phil said with a big grin.

“Can I please get a picture?” The boy squeaked.

“Of course.” Dan chuckled.

The couple then ran off to explore Paradise Pier and after a few boardwalk games it was time for their show, World of Colour. Being the awkward risk takers they are they sat in the splash zone. The show was about 20-30 minutes and Phil was awestruck.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it, Dan?”

“Well, I was hoping to get splashed more.” Phil laughed.

“Can we do this again? I love spending this time with you. It makes me more happy than anything.” Dan looked at his boyfriend.

He stared at his slightly opened mouth and bright blue eyes. They matched the blue colours that were shooting from the waters in front of them. Dan then leaned in to place a short sweet kiss on Phil’s cheek. Phil looked at Dan as if to remind him they were in public.

“I don’t care.” He said ever so gently.     

A SEAL with a Stoner 63A in the Rung Sat Special Zone (RSSZ) below Saigon.
This gun has the 150-round snail drum magazine. Left hand feed guns ejected spent brass to the left and links to the right. Sometimes the spent brass would bounce off the feed chute of the snail drum and lodge in the ejection port to jam the gun. The right hand feed cover was developed to fix this problem. After the 150-rounds in the drum were expended, the gunner detached the drum and used the belted ammunition draped across his shoulders.

"I don't want you to be the mother..”

Request from anon: An imagine in which yn is best friends wth Sammy, but sammy is with stass and at some point yn and Sammy hook up and she gets pregnant but Sammy is like “I don’t want you to be the mother” bc he’s with stass but then he realises he’s in love with yn and that he really wants to be with her and help her with the baby? Pls 😭🙏


“Do I really have to be here?” I ask. “Do you love us?” “Yeah…” “Then yeah, you have to be here.” J says I just groaned not wanting to be at this party right now but got forced because it was someone’s birthday. Everyone was all talking as I just sat there listening, zoning out. I got bored of the conversation, looking out into the crowd, “Well well well, would you lookie here.” I say, leaning forward on my knees, staring at the couple walking into the house. Everyone turns their head to Sam and Stasis walking hand in hand. “So they are official now?” Madison whispers. I feel all their heads turn to me, giving me sympathy looks. Why, you might ask? Sam and I were best friends who happened to have a thing for a while. But he didn’t ever want to make it official because of his career and his fans. But about 2 months ago, Stass one day vented to him, then all of a sudden expressed all these feelings she’s been having for him. Then all of a sudden, he ghosts me for her. Because he ghosted me, once he wanted to talk to me again, I ghosted him. So as you an see, we are no longer on good terms. 

Once the couple approaches the group, they greet everyone but me as I kept taking sips from my cup. It’s not that I felt uncomfortable because they were there, I just didn’t feel like wanting to deal with these emotions and drama. Because if one of them comes up to me and tries to talk to me, someone is getting cussed out and socked in the face. And I was low-key hoping both of them came up to me so I could sock both of them. But I knew the boys would disapprove of that behavior and get mad at me so I just left it in the back of my head. As they were talking, I just got up from my seat abruptly and made my way to another group of people. The only other people that I actually like and tolerate here are Kian and JC, so I just stuck with them and they helped me keep my mind off of everything. 

“Heads up.” Kian slightly nods his head, looking behind me, taking a sip from his cup. I turn around, making eye contact with Sammy as he makes his way through the crowd of people, getting closer to us. As he reached us, “What’s going on guys?” Kian. JC.” He shakes their hands. “Y/N….” He looks at me. “You think I can talk to you for a minute?” “No.” I harshly said. “Haha, you’re funny. Come on.” He puts his hands on my arms, turning me around, pushing me up the stairs and into a guest room, closing and locking the door behind me. I just sighed, sitting on the bed, facing him, trying to keep my cool and not sock him. He just looks at me for a little, as I just looked around the room, barely hearing the music from downstairs. “Why are you ignoring me?” He spits out. I just give him a look of annoyance, rolling my eyes. 

“Hey Y/N! I’m talking to you!” He walks closer to the bed. “I want to know why you’re ghosting me!” “Because you ghosted me first???” “I did not!” “Oh yeah, so how come I didn’t hear from you for a whole fucking month after Stass confessed her feelings for you that one night? How come you couldn’t even answer the door telling your sister to lie for you. Don’t act like you’re the innocent one here! You dropped me like that for someone else. Of course I’m going to ghost you! Do you know how embarrassed I felt?!” “Y/N…” “NO Sam! I’m tired of keeping it in! I’m tired of telling people that it’s fine or it’s whatever, I’m over it. You were my fucking best friend! And we had something. I had these feelings for you. My best friend broke my heart. And I don’t know how to ever forgive you for that!” Tears started falling down my cheeks. “Please don’t cry… You know I hate it when you cry.” He sits down next to me, rubbing my back but I move farther away from him. “Stop acting like you care again. If you cared about me, and how i felt, you would’ve at least maned up and told me instead of ghosting me. “You disgust me.” I scoffed, getting up from the bed, walking towards the door when I feel him grab my wrist, spin me around, his lips smacking on top of mines, pushing my back against the door. He releases my lips, looking down at me with lustful eyes, “Fuck it.” He picks me up, throwing me onto the bed. And the rest of that night, or that moment was history. 

It’s been a month since that night and I have not spoken to anyone. Not even J or Kian. I ghosted everybody because I can not tell anyone what happened that night. I cannot tell anyone what happened. I can’t tell them anything, not even this. I looked at the table, silently. A knock on the door snaps me back into the moment as I open it to see J, Kian, Nate, Swazz, and Rupp standing at my door way. They stare at me, arms crossed. I walked away from the door as they walked in, and I grabbed the paperwork on the table, folding it so they wouldn’t look at it. “What the fuck is up Y/N?” Nate says. “We haven’t heard from you in a fucking month! Is something wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay? Are you in trouble? Are you sick? What aren’t you telling us!” J kept talking. “I’m fine! I just haven’t had time to talk to anyone. i’ve been, busy..” “What happened between you and Sam that night?” Rupp asked. “What?” “Don’t fucking lie to us Y/N. Kian told us you went to go talk to Sam and he didn’t see you after that. What happened between you and Sam? Did he touch/hurt you?” Swazz got heated. “No. Of course not. We just talked. I got mad and left. Couldn’t even say bye to anyone. And if I said bye, you guys would be worried and concerned and I didn’t want to ruin your party vibes.” I shrugged. 

“What’s that behind your back?” Kian sees a paper tucked into my pants. “Nothing. Scores. Test scores.” “What test?” “Y’know,” I tried playing it off but J sneaked behind me and swiped it. He opens it, then stares at me wide eyed. “You’re pregnant?” He whispers. “YOU’RE PREGNANT?!” The rest of the boys yells. “WHO. IS. THE. FATHER.” Kian started steaming. “Y/N!” “Sam…” I blurted. “WHAT?!” They all yelled again. “That night at the party when we went talk, he talked, I yelled, I tried walking out, he kissed me, and…” I closed my eyes, ashamed. “Does he know?” Rupp says. “I barely even know!” “Are you?!” “I don’t know….” All of a sudden a knock is heard from the door again and we all pause, looking at the door. Kian opens it and in pops in Sammy. “What are you doing here?” Sam and the boys say to each other confused. “We came to talk to Y/N.” “I came to talk to Y/N.” “Good, Y/N has something to tell you.” Nate says, handing me the paper. “What? What’s that?” Sam asks. I hand him the paper and he opens it, “You’re pregnant?! WHO’S THE FATHER?!” I nervously look down at my feet, as the boys stare at him. “YOU’RE the father Sam!” Swazz yells. “ME?! I CAN’T BE! TELL ME THEY ARE LYING Y/N!” “It’s yours.” “How do you know that!” “YOU’RE THE ONLY GUY I’VE HAD SEX WITH!” He freezes, letting everything process. 

30 minutes later after he finally processes it, "I’m going to be a father..” He whispers to himself. He looks up at me with these eyes, “But I don’t want you to be the mother...” My eyes drop just as far down as my heart did, broken to hear those words. “I’m sorry I’m not Stass..” My voice cracks, walking away to my room, closing it behind me. I hear all the boys start arguing in the living room, but I muffle my ears with pillows, staining them with tears. “I’m sorry.” I kept saying to myself. 

After that day, I ghosted everybody again. Knowing everyone is going to to try to comfort me, tell me everything will be okay, talk about the baby, say Sam is a douche for what he did, all of that. I don’t want to hear it. Im not wanting to hear anyone say anything. I heard a knock on my door, and I sat there debating whether I should answer it. I got up and opened the door as I saw Sammy standing there, looking like he hasn’t slept in days. “What..” I asked. “I’m really glad you’re the mother…” He says. “And I love you…” 

[There will be no continuation to this imagine]

My first time through Journey. The timing...

I wrote this on May 27th 2016-

My 74 year old mother lays in my living room slowly passing away, she has very little time left on this earth. She is in a semi coma state, no eating or anything and can’t talk. She sleeps 23.9 hours a day.

I’ve been battling guilt the past week. Should I sit and hold her hand constantly even though she’s not awake and tear my self up, or keep my mind occupied. Mom would always say “I’ll be alright, go play a game” so that’s what I did.

Yesterday I sat on my bed and started Journey on the PS4. I never owned a PS3 and I’ve wanted to play this since release but it was on a flash sale this week so it just worked this way. I sat there and zoned into the game taking my time looking at the beauty of the world. I met a stranger and we walked for a bit, sliding up and down sand dunes and then mom woke up at one point so I sat my character down so I could go to talk to her. She would only be awake for 5 minutes but I got my time in and mom mustered enough strength to kiss my cheek. I returned to the game to find the stranger surprisingly waiting patiently for me. We continued onward.

Shortly after I got caught up in the music. So much so that I started crying. I made my character sit, leaving a stranger to venture onward alone, and I came in the living room and held my moms hand and fell asleep in the chair next to her. Mom stirred a bit and I woke up, spoke to her and gave her some water with an eye dropper. I told my mom I loved her, kissed her cheek and leaned in so she could kiss mine. She drifted back to sleep. I returned to the game.

I never turned the game off, so I stood my character up, looked around for the stranger to no avail and traversed through the cave with enemies. I wasn’t expecting confrontation in this game but I pressed on. As I neared the mountain top, I reflected on the game, and hesitated to go up to the top. I looked into the living room at mom and reflected on her journey. I’m 32, and I’ve never left her side, we had it rough, she’s had it rougher. She’s battled cancer 4 times and overcome it each time. She’s had Lung cancer the last seven years but she’s being done in by her heart thanks to the radiation burning it and COPD. Her journey was like the game, beautiful at times, rough at others. Surprising, filled with people that stick by you when you don’t think they will, and others that leave.

I marched toward the top of the mountain,towards the light, with tears streaming down my face, crying my eyes out. As I walked into the light my heart was breaking. I made it. The star flew across the land, past everything that I had seen and been through, just like I’m sure mom is reflecting on everything in her life now. The game ripped my heart out of my chest.

Only to go back to the beginning. With a button prompt “X”= New Journey. It was almost like a question.

I pressed X and looked at my character with tears. I said to myself “not yet, it’s not over yet”. I Sat the character down, stared at the screen for a while and turned off the PS4.

Me and my wife will start that new journey soon, one without Mom. But for now, I’ll continue walking with my mom towards the mountain top until she enters that light.

Two days later on May 29th at 8:45AM my Mom’s journey has come to an end. I stood next to her that morning, holding her hand as she reached the top of the mountain, I was with her as she entered that light. I know her robe is as long and as beautiful as possible.

I love you Mom. I love you forever.

Our passionate weekness

Hey everyone, I am sorry I have not been uploading for a long time now, but here is a pretty long scenario I wrote this week end. It’s a bit different from the ones I wrote until now but I guess it costs nothing to try some other forms. I wanted to dedicate this scenario to one of my best friend who is the main reason why I started running this blog. She’s the reason why I started to write again but in another language which is not my native one. And I just can’t thank her enough because now, thanks to her my talent in writing is shared with every single one of you and I receive many lovely words from many of you. So yeah, as it’s going to be the 1st year anniversary of this blog, and as I just had my 1st year anniversary with this best friend, I am writing such a scenario~

Taehyung fluff-angst-philosophical scenario (3 947 words).

I really hope you’ll take the time to read this scenario because it concerns every single one of us. I hope you’ll enjoy it and you’ll learn things ♥


“You have to let yourself fall before being able to fly.”


“We all grow up and end up doing things we said we’d never do because we discover and experiment new things and we end up changing ourselves.”

After the storm, you were looking at the newborn girl through your tired eyes. They slided from her closed eyes, to her very little hands and somehow you zoned out.

As you were lying in your white bed, you stared at the little girl and thought about everything she will be going through during the life she was just given. You thought about her first cries, first complete nights, first teeth, first steps… But then you wondered what kind of personality she’ll have. You thought about her first day at school and how she won’t be letting you go away, while crying and yelling she does not want to go there. But then you’ll hear her complain about the amount of homework she’ll be given at high school. You’ll hear her laugh out loud about her day, or when it’ll be late at night and she’ll be on the phone with her best friends. You’ll hear her saying craw words to you while you’ll be arguing when she’ll get in her teenage years. You’ll also be there and realize how much she’ll change, though you know you would not be able to see every bits of her pain. You’ll try to be there and see her grow up a little more every day.

In a nutshell, you were thinking about the girl she will become. But a question suddenly stroke your mind and got you lost in a new storm of infinite questions: when will she have her first love?

You know her opinion on boys will obviously change. When she is going to be a kid, she’ll find boys unattractive, she will more likely be disgusted by them and she won’t understand their reactions or anything. She’ll look at adults and she won’t understand how they can fall in love, especially how her mom fell in love with her dad. Each time they will give each other a kiss, she’ll do a face while cringing. And those same people will keep on telling her “you’ll understand when you’ll be older”. And when they wouldn’t be saying this sentence, they’ll be saying “don’t worry, it will happen to you, just wait and see.”  A few months later, the same little girl will dream of being married to a handsome prince, with a lot of money and everything.

Then when she’ll be in her early teenage years, she’ll start getting close to boys. Because of hormones, with her best friends, they will start talking about boys. Sometimes giggling about their behaviors and the way they dress. But sooner or later, her conversations will change and her group of friends will talk about how they want their future relationship to be. She’ll be talking late at night with them about the description of some boyfriend material boys. But then, one day, a guy will ask her out. It will be a big deal because it will be the first time a guy will ask her out. She may reject some guys before meeting her eyes with the right one. Maybe she’ll have been hanging out with some over boys before, maybe they had hurt her, or maybe she had hurt them. But somehow, they were not enough for her. And she had been brave enough to break up and start a new relationship again, from nothing, she built everything. 

You can clearly remember how you met him. The boy who changed your life. As most of teenagers, you were out on a Saturday night so you could rest from all the studying-straight-hours. You were with one of your best friend, simply dressed and wearing simple make up. You could have been qualified as “naturally beautiful” when you met him. Because it’s well known that you don’t have to try to be sexy, that nothing is more attractive than your natural self.

Anyway, It was a little party yet you were spending the night with the coolest people you had ever known. There were more boys than girls but it was just right so there will be less drama and more fun. But as soon as you entered the living room of the hosting guy, your eyes straightly land on a red haired guy. His hair color was quite unique and that may be the reason why you were being hypnotized by this guy. When you got a little closer, you remember how hot it suddenly became and how your blood was rushing to your cheeks, making you flush quite visibly. You clumsily sat in front of this eye catching guy. You can remember what he was wearing and exactly how he looked. He was looking quite casual. In fact, he was laughing a lot with his friends, and every time he dared to smile or laugh, for some reasons, you could not keep yourself from smiling and feeling weird things in your stomach. It was like it was twisted upside down yet, not like it could sound, it was not painful, it was rather a nice feeling. You remember how handsomely his squared smile was fitting him. Just like his hair though. Well, you remember how incredible he looked. Everything was going well, though you’d rather stay mute the whole party and stare at this guy. But when each of the guests where having less fun, one guy suggested to play spin the bottle. Some guys disagreed but the one you were interested in was down for it, and so were you. Your mood swung as soon as you realized your lips could be gathered together, allowing you to taste his irresistible lips.

“I can tell Taehyung is willing to have his first kiss!” one guy shouted.

“What first kiss are you talking about?” the attractive guy angrily responded.” I had many kisses before this game, who do you think I am, uh?”

Somehow, his answer made everyone laugh out loud. His revelation was apparently not that believable.

“Bring the bottle up!” he continued. “I am going to show you the kissing professional I am.”

You giggled as they brought the bottle on the table.

“Let’s do a thing.” the hosting guy began. “Before spinning the bottle, we’ll decide where and how the kiss should be.”

“Fine.” Taehyung replied.

The guys decided to make the first kiss passionate with the tongue and everything. You remember how scared you were because you never had a boyfriend before and you had never played such a game, well, you never had your first kiss and it was kind of a big deal for a 16 years old teenage girl. But still, the bottle first landed on Taehyung and you prayed so hard for it to land on you afterwards. And just like God heard your wish, the bottle landed right onto you. You could not help the corner of your lips from rising, and your heart from beating faster and louder as the others cheered and the two of you stood up and stepped closer to each other.

“Come on Taehyung, show us your most passionate kiss!” Your best friend cheered and clapped.

The red haired guy took your hand hesitantly and leant on your ear and whispered a few words so the others would not hear.

“I am not a professional; actually, you’re about to be my first kiss. I am sorry; I think it will be quite a dreadful first kiss.”

You flushed even harder and said with a barely audible voice “It’s my first kiss too.” And your sight dropped down to your holding hands so you could not see Taehyung’s surprised look the second before he crashed his hot lips right onto yours. And you could not see how he licked his lips thinking about receiving his first kiss from you.

His hands gently caught your jaws before he closed his eyes and your bodies slowly got glued. After kissing tenderly, even if you were scared and you did not know how to do it, the tip of your tongue caressed his demanding lips. That’s when you got electrified, that’s when your stomach got twisted the most from the whole party. That’s the part you had enjoyed the most. You never knew how kissing with the tongue could feel, and you never imagined it could be that awesome. As you were enjoying every friction of your tongues, your hands were remaining still, not because you were paralyzed or anything. They were remaining still just because you did not know where to put them and you did not want to break such a magical moment.

“Hey! This kiss was never meant to last this long!” one of his friends brought you back to reality so you slowly pulled away from each other.

“Wow, what a kiss!” your best friend added when you were blankly staring straight at the guy. Some of your lip stick was left on his warm lips that and you could not contain your giggle.

You both sat and zoned out. Well you were not in the game anymore and every time people were talking to him, he had always asked to repeat the sentence. From this moment, you can barely remember how the rest of the night was spent. You just know he asked your number before you left the house with your best friend.

And yeah, that’s how the both of you hooked up and started to date and have a relationship.

II.Happily together

“Expect nothing, appreciate everything.”

As you were still watching carefully after this little baby girl, you remembered the first months of your relationship with your first love.

Days were passing by so quickly when you had found a reason to get up in the morning. You were looking forward to meet him a few times a day during classes break. You were looking forward to kiss him once again, and a few more times even though you were both rather uneasy on the first weeks. Your kisses had become more magical day by day. Regardless of kisses, you had also built some conversations, because topics, at the beginning where not brought up that easily but even though it was not always easy to talk you were always appreciating the time you were spending with this special guy. You were now having many laughs during the day, and the conversation was flowing naturally. You were taking some time to speak about your feelings for each other, to speak about your passions and what you were both willing to do in the future.

Months passed by, and you got to meet each other’s family. You got to see family pictures of Taehyung when he was still a kid and so was he. You were teasing each other about the way you looked on those pictures where you were eating chocolate cakes, holding on a plushy. You were giggling at the view of each other having a bath and so many other cute childhood pictures. You were both getting accepted in the family and you were feeling more and more at ease and you were even happier to be living together.

Everytime you were together, time seemed to stop. Yet it was flying by even more quickly. Everytime you were cuddling, you were feeling secure and fine. You could not find words to describe precisely how you felt. Even, right at this moment, when you were still looking at the sleeping baby girl, you were still not able to describe this feeling you had discovered a long time ago and you still feel these days.  Everything was doing fine but maybe your expectations where too damn high, or maybe was it just a period. Maybe it was because you were too happy and happiness is made to be alternated with sadness and deception. But you slowly and inevitably dived into a sad period.

III.Hard times together

“Don’t be scared to get your heart broken.”

You can remember each of these following thoughts so clearly even though it seems like it was so long ago. You remember how you were afraid to fall in love, afraid to give your all to Taehyung and not to receive his love. You were afraid to be the one who was the most dependent; the one who had fell and crashed the more violently. You were afraid to fall even harder for a guy who does not know how to treat you right, to love you the way you deserve to be. Because you were about to give him everything you had to give. You were about to surprise him with the little material things, the nice bracelet, his favorite food… But that was nothing compared to the fact that you were about to shower him with unconditional love. You were about to walk next to him on his happy days just like you had done until now. But you were also about to be right there on the days where he is going to be down, you’ll be holding his hand and get through it. You will understand his mistakes and you won’t compare him to anyone. It won’t be a competition, it’ll be just him. Right here. Right now. You were hoping so hard he’ll understand you’re such a tease so you will kiss him like he has the last supply of oxygen left in the world in his lungs. You won’t give your body to him easily because before you give your body to him, you must give him your deepest thoughts, your entire mind, and share your wildest dreams with him. That’s also why you’ll go nice and slow and feel him shake with desire and when he’ll finally beg for you to love him in only the way you can; you’ll melt into him and show him just how much love you have to give over and over again. You were hard on him because you were making sure he was worth your love. It was obvious to you: the more you care, the more you have to lose. And the more you have to lose, the more you’re going to be destroyed in the future.

You can remember Taehyung saying “I love you” every once in a while, at least once a day. And you remember even more clearly how you asked him not to say it too often. That’s right, you needed to hear someone whispering such sweet and deep words to your ear, but you were afraid to get used to it and you were even more afraid of your feelings being influenced by those three tricky words. You knew that “I love you” has never meant “I won’t ever leave you” yet you wish it did.

You wish people only love a soul in their whole life. You wish people never left each other easily. But by wishing so many things, you were secretly wishing to be his first and last love. You wished to be the only girl he had ever loved, you wished to be the only one. But you never felt enough to be representing so much to him. You felt ugly most of the time, you felt like your clothes were not fitting you the way they should so you would be attractive. You felt like you were the kind of girl to be replaced easily; you were realizing your situation was your worst nightmare. You were so sorry to be so deeply in love and not to be confident enough to bear the weight of the others’ look on your relationship. Indeed, you could not bear Taehyung acting too close with other girls, though it was in his extroverted personality. Every time you pictured him with another one, your heart was sinking and seemed to bleed so much it leached into your smaller veins to infect your whole body and poison your brain. You had fevers, sweats which can explain how jealousy can make you lose your mind and go completely crazy and overreact.

You can plainly remember you and your best friends having those kinds of conversation a few weeks before you started dating Taehyung.  

“I so want a boyfriend right now, I want hugs and kisses. I need one.” one of them was constantly repeating.

You were lost in your thoughts but then, when they asked your opinion, you declared “Even if I want one, I don’t think I am ready to be in a relationship.”

“What the hell, I don’t understand.” another one would wonder.

“I don’t think I am ready because I don’t think I am strong enough.” you paused and coldly yet calmly explained to your friends “Lovers relationship is going to be so deep, so important to your eyes, if something is going another way it supposed to be, you’re going to be hurt and it won’t be just a soft pain. It will be the kind of pain you’ll have to live with for the rest of your life. The kind of pain you will be struggling to forget and live with. That’s why you better think twice before being engaged in a relationship.”

You knew you were going to cry, you knew you were going to suffer even though you’ll be smiling more brightly thanks to him. But you were not even able to think twice before dating Taehyung; you were not able to think just like your brain had been short circuit.  

And when he was lying to you, when he was revealing dark sides of his past he was used to hide to you and you were used to live like it was not the case, that’s when you knew you were deeply hurt for the first time. You were so faithful to him, you trusted him and yet, he had still managed to break his promises. So he was apologizing, and you so loved him you would have done anything to stay by his side, you would nearly excuse yourself when it was his turn to. Maybe you were just too stupid or maybe you were just too kind but you still wanted to believe him, to trust him again even though he broke his promises. You started to be happy again with him, everyday step by step but happiness was made to be alternated with sadness and disappointment, remember? So he broke some new promises, again and again, and you were tired of all those nightmares, yet you were still the one to want him. You were still the one who wanted to be with him for your whole life. So you were even more hurt and that’s when you wished you could learn to control your emotions so maybe it would not hurt this much. But though hope was there, it only got worse and worse and you still hoped it was going to work. But it was only going to hurt.

The thing is you did not want to break up with Taehyung, because it would mean you’ll be living in the same world every second, knowing he could have been there but realizing he is not. It’s hearing some of his expressions from somebody’s mouth; it’s finding again someone who has the same passion he has. It’s listening to the same songs which remind you of him. Living after a break up is fighting to live in a world where a chapter has ended. And it won’t be easy, it was never meant to be easy. You’d wish to have amnesia at some points, you’d wish nothing had ever happened but you’ll realize how many things this relationship brought to you and most of them parts are going to be positive and worthy.

IV. Learning         

“The world is a university and everyone in it is a teacher. Make sure when you wake up in the morning you go to school.”

So that’s how you will teach this little girl to keep a relationship. You’ll list her each of your mistake, each of your fool’s gold so she could get inspired and could not repeat your errors. You will teach her how important it is to communicate in a relationship, how it is important to talk about things whether they are good or bad.You will repeat her how much it’s important to build trusts, to be honest and faithful. You will teach her to be there for her lover, to spare time for him. You will teach her one of the most difficult part of loving: you will teach her to leave the past to the past that includes ex’s and focus on the moment. You will let her know having arguments is something normal and you will also let her know she won’t be always happy. You will teach her not to expect change, to appreciate each of her lover’s flaws. You will teach her she’ll have to become his best friend and love him unconditionally.

Because that’s how you learn how to love people right: she’s going to love him so hard she’ll forget to hate herself. She will even begin to get out of bed early instead of not at all just to see his lovely face. She will be so busy loving him she won’t even notice all the wilted flowers inside of you which were starting to grow back and she will be trying so hard to impress him that she will finally clean up her mess of a life. He will make her want to feel better and she will, god, she will get better. His touch will make her feel things she haven’t been able to feel yet. Shewill love him so much she will fell in love with yourself.And that was all you were asking for your little girl.

And when this little girl will be in the age of asking you how you were still in a relationship with her father, you’ll answer that he had tried his hardest to stick by you regardless of how difficult it was. You had to keep him because finding someone who cares enough to look past your flaws is not something that happens every day. And the most important was Taehyung loved you more than you were. And that’s why you had to marry him: “If you hold a man’s hand and he makes you feel warm, safe and secure, hold onto him. This is the man you’re going to marry.” your mother once told you. “At the opposite, when you hold a man’s hand and he makes your heart beat faster and he make you feel giddy and excited, walk away from this man. He is not the man for you.”

You were hoping your first love who was also her father will be there to help her build her own relationship. You were hopingin so hard she’ll be able to survive such a magical and cruel feeling thanks to your billion advices.  But the thing you were the most excited to tell her is how proud Taehyung and you were to make it to today. How proud you were to kept on fighting because you had fought the toughest battles and that’s how you learned the price of happiness. That’s how you had been able to engage, to marry, to move in together and to give birth to your first child. So no matter how hard the storm can be, it’s always possible to build something beautiful if the lovers are wanting this love, they’ll become wariors and get it to the end. 


So yeah, here it is. I know it’s pretty long but I had many subject to talk about to correctly talk about love. So I hope everyone who read my scenario had learn something, got inspire and could identify to what you read.

Please, it would be nice to me to hear what you like in my scenario, if you agree or disagree~I would be so happy if you inbox me and let me know your feelings.

Thank you! xx ♥

You and Daryl were fuckbuddies.

There was always an attraction between the two of you, ever since you ran into his group. When they saw you, they asked if you had seen any others from their camp. They had apparently been split up from an attack at a prison they were living at. 

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Characters: Dean x Reader

Words: 1116

Summary: Another dream on another night, this one bringing up more emotions than the first for both the reader and Dean.

Part 3 in Reincarnation Series. Part 1 here, and Part 2 here.

I am loving writing this series, even more than I thought I would! This dream is a little different, but leads to some more emotions in Dean and the Reader. Let me know what you all think, and enjoy!

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