soul of golf

I took a ride in a golf cart today at work. The driver asked me why I was single.
Me: my husband cheated on me. He never really loved me. He couldn’t be man enough to tell me so he just left.

Him: I fell out of love. I have two daughters with her. I cheated on her for years. We were like oil and water. We had NOTHING in common but our children. I’d say it’s raining outside, she’d say the sun was shining. We hardly ever agreed on anything.

Me: what made you finally leave?

Him: I didn’t want my daughters to see our relationship as normal. I finally told her that I would always be their dad. That I’d always provide for them. Give them more than what they need. But that I wanted the chance to live a happy and fulfilled life and I couldn’t do that as long as I was with her and that she couldn’t have that as long as she was with me. She wasn’t happy either. You know he gave you a gift, he gave you the opportunity to find a real love. He was a coward for not telling you. But it was a gift. You have the chance to find a real man now. A real love.

At the moment, sitting alone in a kayak crying over why I am still alone doesn’t seem like a gift. His story is like so many I’ve heard before. The Bike Whisperer said, “married men come home to the same thing- a tired, whiny wife. Bored with life. In the same breath we as husbands aren’t doing anything to feed their souls.”

Next time, I’m gonna do it so different. I refuse to be frownie and frumpy, bored with life, frustrated because my partner doesn’t feed my soul.

Next time…..

Sam Winchester - Sacrifice

Originally posted by hufi2

I just finihed watching Season 8 for no lie, about the 40th time, and this scene has always, and will always bring me to tears. 

Season 8 was a tough one for both brothers, but its one of my favorites because it focuses on their love. The only other season that does the same is S11, but this season, the love is muddied with anger, jealousy, betrayal and secrets. This doesnt hurt their love story though, it makes it more intense and even more realistic. Who hasnt gone 25+ years loving someone and not done or said some really nasty things? These brothers arent immune. The things one did that hurt the other, wouldnt have hurt nearly as bad if their love wasnt so deep. 

Sam here, is ready and willing to die. He thinks its for the best. He had just gone through this season very willful and strong, and may I even add, he looked spectacular, but now as he is about to save the world again, he looks sicks, weak, and fragile. He’s been reminded by Dean of the wrongs he has committed and should confess and be forgiven for, and we know, some of that was really bad stuff, but what hurts him the most, what he feels is is biggest sin, is how many times he’s let Dean down. And even more sad, is that letting down your brother, isnt even a sin. 

Originally posted by eternalwincest

Now Dean isn’t off scott free here, he’s got a face full of truth about how badly words can hurt. If you keep telling someone they cant be trusted or they’ve not been there for you, theyre going to believe it at some point. Now here he stands in front of hi brother that he loves more than life, who wants to die. Not just to save the world but because he believes he doesnt love him or need him. This is what talking someone off the ledge is like…. well, shoved into 3 mins of dialogue anyway. 

My heart broke all season for both brothers. And though most of you talk badly about Carver, he was good at giving the boys real storylines and he wasnt afraid of bromance. Hell, I always say S8 didnt even need subtext to be thick with homo-eroticism, but jokes aside, you had no doubt how much these 2 love each other, even when they fought. and if this scene didnt tear your heart out, you probably have no soul and should go watch Golf or something. 

Wingless Empire

Parts I II

Characters: You x Kris 
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Major Feels

“Oh, what a beautiful day!” your husband stretched his arms out and drummed his fingers against his wide opened mouth as he yawned.

His long legs elongated passed the row of seats of the airport lobby to the center of the hall.  

“Easy for you to say!” you pouted, “I didn’t sleep a single ounce.”

YiFan froze in place.  “Did I kick around a lot last night?” he asked, already caved in guilt that he had stolen his newly-wedded wife’s beauty sleep.

You shook your head, “No, you were actually really sound asleep…” A bashful smile spread across your lips as you quietly added, “…and very cute.”  Hehe.

The left corner of his lips curled up as he caught your shy remark.  Like an expert, he extended his lengthy limbs out, as if they were wings, and draped them effortlessly over your shoulders.  “Then why was my Baobei not able to sleep last night?” he questioned as he planted a sweet kiss against your temples.  Immediately, the wrinkles on your skin smoothened out under his magical touch.

Biting your lower lip, you played with a leather tassel hanging from his jacket and contemplated whether or not you should reveal your insecurities.  What if he thought you were crazy or a chicken – or worse of all, what if he brushed your fears off as an over-paranoia, just as everyone else did?    

“Hm?” your handsome husband hummed as he pressed you tighter against his chest.  Naturally, you encircled your arms around his waist.

“Hm…are you going to laugh at me?” you poked your head out of his embrace and mumbled.

“Babe, what did I promised you, just a few days ago, before I slipped this ring on your finger?” his tone was unusually stern and serious as he stroked your slim princess hands with his thumb.

“I vow to cherish, to love, to protect you through good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, til death do us part,” YiFan’s wedding vow sung in your ears, filling your heart with sugared marshmallows and hot chocolate.  You melted back into his arms with the most foolish grin plastered over your face.

“Hehe,” you giggled into his chest.  He tickled you with butterfly kisses along your neckline and trailed his lips across your skin until his chiseled nose rested against yours.  Mischievous and greasy as ever, he shook his head back and forth to rub his nose flirtatiously against yours.  You succumbed to another fit of giggles and almost fell over your chair had your quick-minded husband not have caught you in time.  With cheeks painted in fresh coral pink, you gazed into his enchanted eyes of the galaxy, which sparkled brighter than stars in the velvety night sky.  Smiling his adorable gummy grin, he leaned in to pepper your lips with silly pecks.  You squealed in delight, coloring his world with vibrant colors and sunshines.

Was it possible to be this in love?

Abruptly, he pulled away.  You leaned in for another quick smooch but YiFan craned his neck back and shook one finger up to you.  Your brows furrowed together in utter confusion.

“Nuh-uh.  Not until the Little Bunny confesses to her hubby why she couldn’t sleep last night,” he recalled the previous conversation.

Oh.

“Um…” you fidgeted around.  YiFan leaned in closer to notify you that you had his undivided attention.  “Uh…how should I put this?”  Legit struggle bus.  “I’ve never been on a plane before,” you simply laid out.

Silence.

You peeped your head out to look at his reaction.  Was he laughing?  Was he disgusted?  Did he think you were ridiculous?  Instead, his handsome face appeared as a clean slate.  It wasn’t that you were ashamed or wanted to keep something like that a secret from him.  It was just so trivial that it never came up in conversations.  Both frugal people, you two hardly traveled and resorted to taking trailer buses or driving on road trips for mini vacations.    

“Hubby…” you tugged on his sleeve.

Instantly, his expressions softened into a quiet chuckle.  “What does that have to do with you not getting any sleep though?”  

“Hm…I’m…scared,” you finally admitted.

“Scared?”

“Mmhm…” you straightened yourself upright to better study his reactions as you poured your heart out.  “What if something happens?”

“Nothing will happen, Babe,” he soothed.

“How do you know that?” you immediately countered.  “We will be flying in the middle of nothing for 15 hours!  What if we fall?  What if the engine breaks down?  What if we get sucked into the Bermuda Triangle?!” you counted down your worries.

“Honey,” he tried his hardest to suppress his amusement, “We’re flying over the Pacific Ocean.  We won’t even be remotely near the Bermuda Triangle.”

Okay, one down.

“Plus, thousands of planes fly around the world everyday.  It’ll be fine,” your loving husband comforted as he attempted to bring you back into the warmth of his caress but you backed away.

“Planes can go missing,” you frowned, “Ka-peesh Gone.”

“We’re far more likely to get in a car accident than have our plane reroute to Narnia, Babe,” he pinched your cheeks to try to turn your frown upside-down.  But you sulked even more.

You knew it.  You should have kept your worries to yourself.  Now you just felt like a paranoid kid at a dentist office.    

With a content sigh, the attractive young man wrapped both arms tightly around your tiny frame and spoke, “Even if something does happen, I’ll be right next to you.  I’ll protect you.  Even with my last breath, I will never let anything happen to you.”  

You thawed out into a puddle against him.

“Plus, I’m a dragon remember.  Hubby got your back,” he finished and attempted to flex his biceps but ended up accidentally punching himself in the face.

-_________-

Cracking up like a maniac, you rubbed his bruise and murmured, “Ben Dian.  BenBen.”  Hehe.  I love you, Dummie.

A look of pure satisfaction spread across his face now that he had successfully gotten his worried wife to laugh.  As your giggles lightened, you subconsciously let out a lazy yawn.    

“Sleep on me for a while,” he suggested as your ear fell against the center of his chest.  Da-thump.  Da-thump.  Da-thump.  His heart sung carols merrily into your soul; you wanted to listen to it for the rest of your life.

But the loud, static noise resonating through the intercom instructed for your attendance at the terminal.  The tall attractive stud swung his legs over, stood up, and began to haul the carry-on luggages forward.  Stubbornly, you stayed still.  If even for another minute, the warmth of the cushion against your butt made you feel safer than the airy draft of the dark tunnel.

“I will protect you,” YiFan simply grinned and repeated.  His large hands stretched out to interlace through your tinier ones.  “I will never let anything happen to you,” he kissed you tenderly on the top of your head.  His deep voice never ceased to make you breathless.

With a dulcet smile, you nodded and followed along.  Securities matched your face with the one on your never-been-used passport, patted you down, and scanned you with metal detectors.  Not long after, you discovered yourself in front of the massive aircraft.

“Holy Mother…Lord…have mercy on my soul,” your eyes widened into golf balls as you sucked in your air and stared in awe at the size of the plane.  You’ve never seen an airplane up close before.  It looked like some warzone winged Stryker or some jet taken straight out of a sci-fi movie.  The engine alone could probably fit ten of you inside.

“Ho-how in the world can something so big go up like that?” you wheezed.

Beside you, YiFan smirked and playfully leaned into your ear to huskily whisper, “That’s what she said.”  You almost choked on your saliva.  

Oh my God.  Wu YiFan, you did not.

You turned to him with an expression of regret and speechlessness.  With a low chuckle, he tugged you along to enter the plane and locate your seats.  “Wow,” you kept mouthing at the spectacle.  Everything inside alluded opulence and sophistication.  People of different ages, from infants to senior citizens, gathered together to marvel at the beauty of different cultures and landscapes.  You grew humble at such a rewarding experience.

“Babe, you want window seat?” YiFan stopped at the middle of the aisle to ask.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Hm, I think you should take the window seat,” he concluded after tapping his chin twice.  You thought he had requested for a kiss and accidentally tiptoed and leaned in.  YiFan burst into uncontrollable laughter when you missed and got him on his stubby chin.  The elderly couple seated on the same row beamed joyfully to one another at the reenactment of young love.

“Are you two going on your Honey Moon?” the friendly grandma asked as the two of you settled down in your seats.

“Yes, we are.” your husband cheered, “I managed to trick this beautiful woman to say ‘I do’.  Hahaha.”

The butterflies in your tummy fluttered about.  How was he so darn perfect?  What did you do to deserve him?  With weakened muscles, your head automatically rested against YiFan’s broad shoulders.  He threw his arm around you as you snuggled in closer.

“You two are really cute,” the lady added, “Warms my heart to see young couples in love.”

“You two are even cuter,” you admired and then peered into YiFan’s eyes, “I hope we will grow old together.”

With a nod, he rested his chin on top of your head and answered, “We will.  We definitely will.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. If you haven’t already done so, please stow your carry-on luggage underneath the seat in front of you or in an overhead bin. Please take your seat and fasten your seat belt. And also make sure your seat back and folding trays are in their full upright position.”

You stiffened, “But not if we die on this plane.  Eep!”  Reflexively, you hid your face into YiFan’s shoulder blades.  He chuckled and pressed his soft lips against your forehead.

As the plane began to advance forward, your grip around your husband’s arm tightened until his veins protruded out but never once did he mutter a complaint.  Instead, he wrapped your body protectively within his wingspan and repeated, “I will never let anything happen to you.”

The plane lifted off the ground as air knocked out of your lungs.  And then you were flying – drifting miraculously mid air.  But most importantly, the two of you were still alive!  Cautiously, you peeped your head out of your hubby’s chest to check the surroundings.

“See, we’re fine,” he softly hummed as you loosened your grip.

“Are we flying?” you shyly susurrated.

“Mmhm, we sure are,” YiFan answered as you bravely turned around to gaze out the window. The wings of the plane zoomed through clouds as it accelerated higher and higher into the sky. Fields and buildings turned into mere blotches and dots.  Hues of purples, pinks, oranges, and baby blue bled together, enveloping you into the true glory of a sunrise.  Glued to the wonders of nature, you completely twisted your body around in your seat.  Another gasp escaped your lips.

“Hubby!” you called, “Rainbow!”  Excitedly, you tugged his sleeve and pointed out the window.  “I’ve never seen a rainbow this beautiful before!”

The vibrant saturation mirrored those in fairytale paintings.  Overwhelmed in utter bliss, you turned around to take a gander at YiFan’s reaction to the universe’s beauty, only, to catch him gazing dreamily at you.  

“Why aren’t you looking?” you asked dumbfounded, “It’s so beautiful, Honey, look!”  You directed him to the window again but his eyes refused to part from yours.

“I have the most beautiful thing in the world, right in front of me,” your husband earnestly spoke.  Endless colors reflected from your glossy orbs into his.  “I can see every sunrise, every rainbow, every star from your eyes.”

Your body sunk into the cushion of the seat as your heart exploded in incomprehensible emotions.  Every muscle, every cell relaxed under YiFan’s caress.  For, even though he didn’t have wings, his love gave you the power to soar through endless boundaries of the limitless sky.  A wingless empire.

“Get some sleep, okay?” the flawless human-dragon coated your heartstrings with honey.  You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and closed your eyes.  I love you so much.  He rested his lip right on top of your ear and you could almost hear him smirk.  The nerve-endings on your ear excitedly celebrated as his breath tickled your skin.  “…Because, Babe, we’re going to be up all night…” he naughtily remarked and added a sultry groan.  You slapped his chest.

a/n: AYOOooooOooo MY BUNBUNS!!!!  DID YOU MISS ME?!  TT_TT PanPan Unnie has been stuck in writer’s block.  I have so many stories which are half done but I end up giving up on them because for some reason writing angst makes me really sad now.  So here’s a random fluff I thought of last night because I’ve been getting lots of YiFan feels lately.  Maybe, this will turn into a light-hearted series :D.

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