start jogging

@lumenlight prompted me, “Sterek AU where Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate …). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake?”

Hope you like it!! 

~4000 words, rated M. (I don’t usually write smut, but I felt like this was that kind of prompt.)

Stiles usually doesn’t venture as far out of town as the Preserve—there’s not much out here but trees—but today that’s kind of the point. If he’s going to start up a jogging regimen to prep for lacrosse in the fall, he’s sure as hell not going to do it in his own neighborhood, where all his neighbors can (and will) watch him flailing around looking stupid.

He doesn’t actually end up jogging at all, though, because before he finds the trail he’d marked on his map, his Jeep abruptly sputters and dies on him right in the middle of the road. That’s also about when it starts raining.

“Oh, come on,” Stiles groans, hitting his head on the steering wheel a few times.

He pulls out his phone to call someone—his dad, a tow truck, Scott—and there’s no signal. Right. Because he wanted isolated, and he got it.

There’s no sound at all except the drumming of the rain on the roof of the Jeep, coming down harder and harder, taunting him for being such a fucking idiot.

He thinks about waiting it out, but who knows how long that could take, and if he doesn’t make it back home in time for dinner or at least get somewhere where he can make a phone call, then his dad is probably going to think he got eaten by a mountain lion or something.

“Fuck it,” he mutters. He pockets his phone and keys, grits his teeth, and jumps out into the downpour.


He has to walk for about twenty minutes before he finds any sign of civilization. It’s a house, or at least part of one. It’s tucked away down a long dirt driveway on the edge of the Preserve and looks sketchy as hell. It’s been burned, badly, and even though it looks like maybe someone’s been fixing it up, it’s still not exactly what Stiles would call habitable. Part of the charred roof is caved in, and most of the windows on the second floor are shattered, their jagged glass gleaming ominously in the dim light and the rain.

Stiles would assume it’s abandoned, except that there’s a shiny black Camaro parked out front. That at least looks well cared for.

It’s that detail, plus the rather compelling fact that this is probably the only house for at least a mile and Stiles can feel his feet starting to rub raw in his wet tennis shoes, that finally gives him the courage he needs to squelch his way through the mud and onto the porch to knock on the door.

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some nice things to do

1. carry a plastic bag and pick up litter that you see
2. pay for the person behind you
3. put a cute anonymous note in a library book
4. send a kind anon ask to someone you’re following
5. tell your friends and family you love them
6. make cookies for your best friend
7. include someone who looks left out in a conversation
8. hug people tightly
9. say “thank you” to someone you appreciate
10. compliment your friend’s talents
11. have a checklist and challenge yourself to tick everything off
12. stand up, stretch, and drink a glass of water every hour
13. start jogging, don’t feel bad if you’re slow
14. wake up early so you have time for both hobbies and studying
15. look at things with your eyes more than you take photos
16. treat yourself how you would treat your best friend
17. learn how to bake a cake
18. give yourself some time alone
19. read a book
20. try a new hairstyle
21. learn a new language
22. look at things and appreciate their poetry and beauty
23. keep a journal for all the moments you want to remember
24. pay more attention to the good things than the bad things
25. have manners and don’t be aggressive or rude
26. if someone is rude, be the bigger person and walk away
27. but sugar-free chewing gum so you don’t have to give in to junk food cravings
28. write down your favourite quotes
29. if it’s raining, share your umbrella with someone who needs it
30. be nice to kids even if you dislike them
31. keep making your art, writing, and photography. keep doing things even if you think you suck
32. keep doing something you’re passionate about even though no one is being supportive
33. stop changing yourself to fit the standards of other people
34. plant a garden of fruits and flowers
35. stop sitting down so much and go out and see the world
36. be strong. don’t let people walk all over you
37. focus on your studying for 30 minutes and give yourself a 10 minute break
38. look at the moon and the stars
39. look at the clouds, sunrise and sunset
40. stop using your phone at dinner
41. have a bubble bath
42. message someone you haven’t talked to for a while
43. let go of toxic people who don’t deserve you
44. don’t be afraid to say that you were wrong
45. keep yourself busy so you stop overthinking so much
46. don’t assume things about someone you don’t know
47. say kind things behind someone’s back
48. be nice to others even if you feel angry, sad or bitter. it’s not their fault
49. remember that your emotions don’t have to rule your actions
50. stop caring so much about what other people might think
51. wear what you want
52. smile at a stranger
53. don’t worry. worrying about the future is useless. it will be a lot less scary than you imagined
54. stop not caring about important things. care about everything and everyone you love with all your heart.
55. stop checking your notifications every 2 minutes
56. don’t play mind games with people
57. make your resting face more happy
58. think happy thoughts even if it feels fake, and you will turn more positive
59. be confident. fake the confidence until you have natural confidence
60. make every morning a new beginning
61. try to understand people rather than be judgemental
62. educate yourself on societal issues
63. stop blaming other people for your own mistakes
64. swear less and don’t call people mean and derogatory terms
65. either learn or be inspired by everything you see
66. constantly find new ways to improve yourself
67. have little goals every day and feel great when you achieve them
68. your comfort zone is nice but don’t stay in it too much. be brave and try something new, even if you fail it’s not a failure
69. tidy your desk
70. watch all the best films
71. stop saying mean things to yourself
72. be happy for no reason
73. say hi to everyone you know
74. don’t dwell on your past
75. keep doing something you’re passionate about even if people criticise you
76. put your alarm away from your bed so you get out of bed as soon as the alarm goes off
77. let your emotions out, either by talking to someone or letting it out creatively
78. google everything you’re curious about
79. use a dictionary for words you don’t know
80. don’t feel sad about all the unanswerable questions
81. be kind to everyone, everything and yourself.
82. spread love and happiness constantly
83. help people who need it
84. don’t be afraid to cry
85. pick yourself up. you don’t need other people to save you
86. if you don’t have anything kind or constructive to say, don’t say it
87. breathe through your stomach, not your chest
88. sleep earlier!!
89. eat more fruits than chocolate
90. be there when your friend is sad, not just when everything is fine
91. make your bed every morning
92. observe everything and pay attention to what’s around you
93. quit any addictions you have
94. give more attention to all the great things
95. learn, accept your past, and move on
96. write things down to remember them
97. be proud of every little victory
98. be proud of who you are
99. remember that you’re loveable, important and worthy of happiness
100. don’t give up. you’re still young and you have a whole life ahead of you.

does anyone else have sudden urges to reinvent themselves, travel the world, start jogging, learn new languages, learn to cook exotic foods, redecorate, or start journaling? like you’re just sitting there and all of a sudden you want to be able to speak fluent latin or look out over paris from the eiffel tower, or be standing over a shiny metal pot stirring some kind of soup in an apartment that’s perfect for yourself? because i get that a lot.

Height: 5'3.5’’ / Highest Weight: 152lb / Current Weight: 128lbs / Total Weight Lost So Far: 20lbs

Took me only 5 weeks to lose with (mostly) raw vegan diet. Drank half my weight in ounces every day, exercise twice a week weight training and went for runs 4-5 days a week. My biggest advice is portion control !!! start slow by going on a few mile walk in the AM & PM. Then start jogging & walking!

The only pressure I ever feel is if I look in the mirror and don’t like what I see. I’m like “You could start jogging more.” I’m never going to look at a picture of Uma Thurman and think I can have her body. It’s not what I’m supposed to look like. I once heard that women dress for women, not for men, and I think that has some truth to it. 

Getting started is a form of active inspiration that naturally produces momentum. You have probably experienced this phenomenon before. For example, going for a run may seem overwhelming or exhausting just to think about before you begin, but if you can muster up the energy to start jogging, you’ll often find that you become more motivated to finish as you go. In other words, it’s easier to finish the run than it was to start it in the first place.
—  James Clear
werewolf!hinata and hunter!tobio fanfic, based on craziiwolf’s art.

This was fun and cute to write! If you haven’t seen @craziiwolf’s art of this concept yet, go look at it before you read this. This story is based on her art. 



In the hours before dawn, during the dwindling moments of silver moon light and the blood red rays of the sun that begin to mix with the remains of the night, Hinata liked to run the overgrown hiking trail that the humans used to use when he was a child. It was rough and overgrown and not suitable for any humans to be walking it now. Luckily, Hinata wasn’t quite human. Hinata would allow himself to take a bit of a jogging head start on two legs before falling onto his curved hands as he gained speed. He would swerve in between trees and roots that had winded their way onto the path with ease. Small branches would whip his face lightly as he passed by and the worn stone under his paws would bring comfort to his ears with their rhythmic thuds.

Hinata would count them.

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Imagine: Anakin and Obi Wan cheering you up

For anon… Enjoy!

“Come on Obi Wan, you’re going to fall behind!” You shouted as you jogged past the Jedi Knight, Anakin close on your tail. The padawan shot his mentor a look complete with a cheeky grin and a tiny, sarcastic prance before racing after you. 

Obi Wan huffed. 

“I’m pretty sure the water fall isn’t going anywhere. If we just walked, we would still get there without missing it.” He called after the two of you. 

You whirled around and starting jogging backwards, rolling your eyes. 

“Yes, but if we ran we would get to the waterfall sooner. Also, walking is too way too slow. I don’t have time to walk.” You remarked, spinning back around and running away, the abrupt cliff edge coming into view. From what you had heard, Naboo’s Waterfall was a sight to see and you were sure to be entranced the moment you laid your eyes upon its crystal water. 

“Yeah, come on Obi Wan!” Anakin called, motioning to his mentor before bounding away at full speed, his robes billowing out behind him. 

Obi Wan suppressed a dramatic sigh. 

“The things I do.” He grunted before charging after the two padawans.

Anakin and you had already made it to the edge of the cliff, leaning over the railing to goggle at Naboo’s waterfall. It was a bit anticlimactic. 

It was very beautiful. The sunlight shimmered off of it’s falling water, which looked as pure and clear as diamonds. Salty air wafted into your nose and stung your eyes but, that was it. The waterfall wasn’t spectacular. It didn’t have epic caves behind it or a huge sea dragon floating around in the deep pool it fell in to. After several moments, you draped yourself over the railing, clearly bored. 

Anakin and Obi Wan were still mesmerized by it, their mouths slightly parted in wonder. Anakin’s eyes even looked a bit glassy. You bit back a chuckle. 

Sneakily, you snuck closer to him and drove your fingers into his side, making him cry out in shock. The padawan stared back at you in immense surprise before laughing and punching you in the shoulder. 

“I hate when you do that.” He growled playfully. You smirked. 

“This waterfall is boring.” You remarked, glancing back at the waterfall as if it were going to argue with your claim. After a few seconds, Obi Wan nodded. 

“It really isn’t as spectacular as every one says it is, now that I’m actually looking at it. It’s just a load of water falling into a pool.” The Jedi Knight commented. 

You agreed with him silently, grabbing both of their wrists and leading them away from the famous tourist attraction. 

“Come on, I know something that’s even better than this.”

“Have you seen Y/N?” Anakin asked, leaning back and propping his feet on the table, crossing his feet over each other. Obi Wan, who was sitting on the other end of the table, shrugged. 

“No sign on them since yesterday. I hope they’re alright.” He replied, worry starting to harden his face. 

Anakin met Obi Wan’s eyes and instantly, the both of them sat up. How strange that was, meaning Obi Wan and Anakin both getting up at the same time and the fact that you were no where to be found. 

After exchanging a few quick words, the mentor and the padawan made their way down to your room.

The door was locked. Obi Wan expertly fiddled with the lock using the Force and got your door open in no time. It flew open with ease. 

And there you were, sitting on the floor with a pile of tissues at your side. Your eyes were red with dark bags hanging underneath them. Your legs were being held tightly by your arms and your nose was buried in between them. You barely batted an eye when your two friends walked in. 

“Hey, what if I was naked?” You retorted, trying not to sound as cold as you felt. 

Anakin instantly sat at your side, concern furrowing his eyebrows. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly as Obi Wan sat on the other side of you. 

You laughed lightly, sniffing as you did so. 

“Everything sucks today.” 

“Do you want to tell us?” 

“Not really.”


You thought that was the end of it but you had never been more wrong in your entire existence. Well, that might be an understatement. 

Anakin got to his feet again, motioning for Obi Wan to join him. The Jedi Knight got to his feet reluctantly, eyeing his padawan quizzically. 

That’s when Anakin started to sing. 

It was an awful noise. It was a mixture of extremely off key hooting and various voice cracks. A snort escaped out of your nose. 

“Oh my god.” You muttered, burying your face in your hands. When you peeked through your fingers, Obi Wan was dancing, a wide grin on his face. He was shaking his butt and side stepping back and forth. 

You felt an extreme embarrassment for the both of them and your cheeks started to redden. Soon you were laughing, almost hysterically, into your knees.

That was when the door opened. 

Mace Windu and Master Yoda stepped into the room, their eyes widening as they saw Obi Wan and Anakin making complete fools out of themselves. At once, the terrible singing and obscene dancing stopped and the two of them stood with their arms crossed self consciously. Obi Wan was trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Well, I-um.” Windu stammered, confused by the whole ordeal. Yoda was standing silently, a half-smile on his wrinkled, green face. When you met his eyes, he gave you a wink saying “We won’t make fun of them too much.”

ravi submitted: 

 i started gym on 1 November 2016 and till today 25 December i lot a lots of body weight and get body in perfect shape i woke up every day at 5:30 morning with drink 2 glass of water and one banana then start jogging for 10 min and after it 10 high speed sprints 100 meter each then again 15 min slow jogging after it go to gym i spend almost 1 hr at gym after gym 15 min cardio and 10 min stretching body then again start walking for one hour . with pacer app every day 10000 steps awesome ??

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The only pressure I ever feel is if I look in the mirror and don’t like
what I see. I’m like “You could start  jogging more.” I’m never going to look
at a picture of Uma Thurman and think I can have her body. It’s not what I’m
supposed to look like. I once heard that women dress for women—not for
men—and I think that has some truth to it.

Hard To Trust ch. 4

Give a round of love to @pathybo this is her baby and shes writting it from now on!!! So proud of you!!

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Chapter one is here

Chapter two here

Chapter three here

Hard to Trust 4

The next day you were awake at 5:30 am. You knew you weren’t supposed to be at the training room until 7 for your punishment with Eric, but you recalled Four’s words telling you that you could use the training room whenever you wanted before everybody else arrived there. You took your time getting ready, grabbing some leggings and a large t shirt and went straight to the training room. As an abnegation girl you were not used to showing your curves, so the large t shirt was working well for you. When you arrived the place was deserted and you started to run a few laps. You were taken by surprise when someone started jogging along with you. You knew who it had to be.
“Initiate, what are you doing here so early? You’re not supposed to be here for another hour,” Eric said
“I’m used to get up and early, sir. Back in my old faction I got up early to help around my house. Four told me it was ok for me to use the training room if I wanted to,” you tried to explain yourself.
“Ok,” the leader said. “What’s your deal with Four anyway? I noticed how preoccupied he was with you at the incident yesterday.”
“I’m sorry if your girlfriend doesn’t know how to control herself. I don’t know how she got the idea that I was somehow interested in you,” you were getting more furious by the second and unable to control your tongue.
“She’s not my girlfriend, you don’t have to worry about her. And that’s not the point. Answer my question,” He stated.
“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. Nobody is supposed to know, but Four and I grew up together back in abnegation. We’ve been best friends since we first started school and he helped me a lot when I was having some trouble last year,” you told him. “And I’m not worried about her.”
He was looking at you intensely while jogging, like he was trying to figure something out. “What happened,” he finally asked you.
“I’d rather not talk about it, sir,” you were afraid that he might snap at you.
“You will tell me, one way or another. It doesn’t need to be today. Now come with me, your punishment is about to start.”

You and Eric placed all the mats on the room and set the knives and guns up, ready to practice. Everybody else started to arrive and Eric came close to you.
“You skipped breakfast, initiate. You have 20 minutes to go eat something. I don’t want my initiates passing out from starvation,” He ordered you.
Four was already by your side and heard Eric’s command, so he just winked at you and you walked out.
When you were about to leave, your favorite person in the world (note the sarcasm), Zack, came to you.
“Already being the trainers favorite, huh stiff? That’s so unfair, to get special treatment,” Zack provoked you.
“If you think that dragging mats all over the place is special treatment, please, feel free to take my place tomorrow morning. I will be more than happy to let you have that special treatment,” You spat at him and left. After your breakfast you came back to the training room and started your day.

The first week was already halfway through and you were getting used to Eric’s manners. He was hard on you, and on the rest of the class, but you noticed he aimed his anger more at you. You had never seen the guy smile, so you just treated him with respect and kept to yourself like Four suggested.
One day you were practicing shooting and were unable to hit the target, even once. You looked around and Four was helping a girl from Erudite on her stance, you sighed and felt a presence behind you.
“Your stance is wrong, initiate,” Eric whispered in your ear. You could feel his warm breath on your neck and suddenly you felt his hands on your hips. Your heart beat increased and you couldn’t think straight. He fixed your feet with his own, moved your body a little bit and grabbed the gun with his hands over yours. “Let’s try together, and then you will be on your own. Now shoot.”
You pulled the trigger and hit the center of the target. When you looked at him he was already walking away. You felt cold without his warm body behind yours.
You didn’t miss the target after that. That night you laid down on your cot asking yourself what was going on with you, were you attracted to Eric? Why was he making you feel that way? You fell asleep thinking about those beautiful blue eyes that were haunting you.

The rest of the week went by fast and Zack’s verbal abuse on you just increased more and more and by the end of first week you beyond hated the guy.
“Ok, listen up,” Eric’s voice was loud and strong. “Today is going to be your first fight day, we need to evaluate how ready you are for personal combat. Also by the end of the day your scores will be up and you will have a clue of how you are doing in your training. After your rankings you can go have some fun because you will have the day off tomorrow.” The group cheered. “First fight, Chris versus Jonathan,” Eric called out.
The fights were going well and your friend Chris had beaten up the guy named Jonathan very easily. Alicia had a hard time fighting a Candor boy named Stuart and ended up knocked out and in the infirmary. You were so worried about your friend but you couldn’t leave the room until your fight.
And it suddenly came
“Next fight Y/N versus Zack.”
You were stunned, how were you supposed to fight a guy twice your size? You started to freak out when Four approached you and grabbed your arm.
“Remember everything we trained on back in abnegation. You can do this, you’re strong and he’s not as trained as you are. Focus on everything I taught you, wait for him to attack and react,” He advised you.
You stepped in the ring under Eric’s stares and got in your stance, as Four predicted, Zack attacked first. You ditched his blows and managed to hit him in the face. He punched you in the stomach and you winced in pain, he approached you and you hit his knee. When he fell down you straddled him and started to punch him in the face. All you could think about was all the bullying he did to you, the nicknames he called you and how he embarrassed you in front of everybody. The next thing you knew, Four was grabbing your arms and pulling you from Zack’s unconscious body.
You couldn’t believe what just happened, but most of all you couldn’t believe how you lost control over your anger.

When the fights were over Eric gathered everybody so he could post the rankings.
You and Chris stood nervously together, excited to see your rankings, but worried for Alicia at the same time. You laced your arm in his and waited for the rankings:


And you just zoned out, you were third. You were almost having a panic attack when Chris elbowed you. Alicia was 15, and there were only 20 of you.
You and Chris went to the infirmary together still with your arms locked together. When the two of you reached the infirmary, Alicia was already up and good to go. Kate, the doctor in charge, told you that she just had a mild blow to the head, but everything was fine. Kate looked at you and said, “So, you’re the famous Y/N, it’s very nice to finally meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. Famous, me?, No, I’m just a regular former abnegation girl,” You said wanting to disappear
“Oh, ok, it’s just that my friend talks a lot about you, so I was curious to meet you,” She complemented.
“Who’s your friend? Who’s talking about me, Four,” You asked.
“Eric” she said and left the room leaving you with your face frozen and your two best friends looking at you with their jaws dropped.

The three of you had dinner talking and laughing. Alicia was sad because she had missed the fight you had with Zack and said that she was at the infirmary when he woke up and he was furious that “the stiff” knocked him out.
“So, are we talking about what Kate said? Eric has been talking about you, girl.” Alicia said
You fidgeted with your fingers feeling excited and embarrassed at the same time. Eric talked about you to his friend, but why? What did he said? The questions kept playing through your mind.

After dinner you decided to hang out at the pit as you had the day off the next day. You were talking to your friends when Four and two other guys approached you.
“Hey guys, these are my friends Zeke and Warren. Zeke was in my initiation class, but Warren is an initiate this year with the dauntless born. Guys this is Y/N, my friend that I told you about. And these are Chris and Alicia, also initiates.”
“Nice to meet you” Zeke said. “We usually have some parties at my place, just to play games, like Dauntless or Candor, or truth or dare as you please. I will let you know when the next one comes up, you’re all invited.”
Then the other guy took your hand and kissed it. “Four, you never mentioned how beautiful she is. My name is Warren and I would like to take you out anytime you want.” Warren was hitting on you did not even care when Four stepped up, taking your hand from his claws.
“She’s not for you, man, just leave it.” Four said to his friend.

You all stayed there talking and having fun. Warren was flirting with you. Everyone was talking and you were having a very pleasant time. You felt like someone was watching you and when you looked up at the balcony you saw Eric staring at you. He seemed very angry, but you weren’t doing anything wrong, and your trainer was right by your side to tell you if you were doing something wrong. Eric’s anger looking at you was bothering you so much that you grabbed Four’s arm and pulled him away from the others.

“Four, what’s wrong with Eric? Why does he seems so mad?”

“I told you he’s bad news. He’s always mad at anything involving me, we used to be friends at the beginning of initiation, but he became very competitive and I was better than him. So he started to hate me, even more when I beat him up and ended up as first in initiation and he was second.” Four explained.

“He asked me about us, how we were close and why. I told him you’re my best friend in the whole world and that you helped me when I was sick.” You admitted.

“You told him about Jordan?” Your friend asked.

“No, he asked but I didn’t want to talk about it.” You said sadly.

“There’s no time for sadness right now, you are having a good time, so let’s continue.” Your friend was holding you making you sure that you were safe here.

Eric was pissed at all the attention you were getting from the guys around you.

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chibikachi  asked:

Loving your headcanons -- could you please do a Allison/Stiles/Kira one? Thank you!

Of course!

Allison & Kira become friends senior year. Stiles jokingly calls them the Scott’s Exes Club, and they actually let him live. Only because they force him to start jogging with them every morning because they know how the whole Theo bullshit sort of dented his friendship with Scott. He might not be an ex, but they like being able to distract him.

Jogging becomes movie nights becomes comic book discussion groups becomes introducing Allison to cosplay and attending a con together. Senior year passes quickly, and they all sort of unofficially decide to apply for the same schools.

Allison and Stiles both talk about law enforcement, debating the merits of FBI versus police. Kira wants to be a history teacher, has since she was little and attended one of her dad’s classes. They decide on GWU with Scott’s dad’s help, and they end up rooming together thanks to some illegal activity from Danny, who demands something from Stiles that never gets discussed, but the girls totally like to guess all kinds of illicit possibilities.

Allison and Kira are the first ones to kiss, during something as cliche as a sleepover, and it’s experimental, at first, because they’ve never really thought about their sexuality before, and then it’s no experimental, and they tell Stiles because he’s part of them. And Allison notices the way he looks sad for a moment before forcing a smile and telling them he’s happy for them, and Kira notices the way he sort of starts to pull away, like they won’t want him around anymore.

They talk a lot about their relationship and Stiles and relationships in general and the future. They don’t say anything to him, though. Not until they’re driving cross country to go to DC for freshman year, and Allison gets them a hotel room that only has one king bed. Stiles isn’t really someone who believes words so much, always reading more into things and being slightly paranoid in a way that makes Mad Eye Moody look naive, so they show him, instead.

Stiles is hesitant, at first, uncertain and worried. But they talk as they touch his face, his hands, his lips, and he starts to believe them between the kisses and whispered admissions they make. And in the middle of the night, when they’re lying under damp sheets, sweat cooling on their bodies, Stiles softly makes his own confessions.

Three Empty Words || Michael Clifford Imagine

Everything used to be perfect. When I looked at him, I saw hope, I saw love, I saw life. That was 3 years ago.

“Michael? Michael?!” I called out to him.


“Are you almost ready? Arzaylea keeps calling and texting.”

I finally heard him start jogging down the stairs, “Sorry, I was on the phone with Luke. He was spazzing out.”

“About what?”

“It’s fucking Luke, everything has to be perfect,” he said with a small laugh.

“It’s just a birthday party. Besides, it will be perfect because it’s Luke. But we have to go.” I turned around to walk out the front door when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a head on my shoulder. 

“You look beautiful, Babe. I will never stop telling you that.”

I turned my head to look him in his beautiful eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” With that we headed to the car and drove off.

*3 Months Later*

Tonight, Michael and I celebrated our one year anniversary. I can’t believe that for 365 days I’ve been able to call this angel mine. He’s everything I’ve ever needed and wanted. I was lost without him and I didn’t even know. 

We finally got back to the house and while I got water, Michael went upstairs to get dressed for bed.

“I love him so much and this is so right,” I thought to myself as I finished my water and started up the stairs. I walk into our bedroom and see Michael standing at his dresser, still dressed and taking off his watch. I walk up behind him and put my arms around his torso and I heard him giggle a little bit. 

“Do you love me?” I ask him while my head was resting on his back.

“Of course I do,” he said while grabbing on to my hands.

“Then show me. Show me how much you love me.” He turned around and looked me in my eyes. He swiftly picked me up and ever so gently laid me down on our bed. He laid on top of me while he searched my eyes for any uncertainty.

“Are you sure?” I just leaned up and kissed him. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

That night, we fell in love all over again. I completely gave myself to him. By dawn, we knew all of each other’s secrets and fears. We finally became one person. 

He would tell me everyday and night that he loved me. Especially in such intimate moments like these.

“Y/N? Y/N? Hey! Where’d you go?” I was snatched from my thoughts when I heard the sound of Arzaylea’s voice.

“What?” I asked confused.

“I asked how you and Michael were doing since you just passed 2 years.”

“Oh um, yeah we’re good,” I answered kind of uncertain and in a more quiet voice as I turned my head to look at Michael talking to Luke and others. 

“It took you a long time to answer and you were kind of just starring into space. Are you sure you guys are good?” she pushed.

“Mmmhm,” I nodded as I got up and went outside. I walked over to the barrier on the balcony and leaned against it. As I looked at the city scape and all the lights, I couldn’t help but cry. Looking at the beautiful lights made me remember how Michael used to make me feel.

‘It might be easier to stay
But it’ll never be the same, no oh no
And if something doesn’t change
Then we’ll keep on sinking further’

“Hey, you wanna head out?” I heard Michael ask from behind me. I quickly dry my eyes and turn around and nod. Before I could step past him, he stood in front of me and told me that he loved me.

“Day 873,” I thought to myself as Michael and I sat quietly eating dinner.

“That was great, thank you,” he said with barely any emotion while getting up from the table

“You’re welcome.”

“Um, I’m gonna go over to Calum and Ashton’s to work on some new music. Don’t wait up.”

“Oh okay, I just thought that we could watch a movie or something.”

“Uh, yeah. We can do that tomorrow,” he said grabbing his keys.

“Yeah that’s fine. I love-” SLAM! “you.” I let out a sigh and finished my dinner alone. 

‘We’re still talking everyday
I’m running out of things to say to ya’

*Day 1076*

Today was the first day in almost a week that Michael and I have had sex. And while it was great, that’s all it was, sex. I didn’t feel love or even pleasure for that matter. At least not from him. The only reason it was great was because I pictured it was someone else. Mind you, I have never cheated on Michael, but I’m not so sure about him. I know he was doing the same thing because he didn’t look me in my eyes once. He was so distant and I didn’t know why. Truth is, I didn’t even care enough to ask. We never fight anymore, because we just don’t care.

‘We don’t know who’s wrong or right
We don’t even care enough to fight’

*Day 1095: Present Day*

We just sit on opposites sides of the couch. Trying to get a reading on each other. I’ve honestly dreaded this day, but I’ve also been waiting for it for a while. In my head, I was reminiscing on our relationship, trying to find where it went wrong. We haven’t said anything since we’ve been sitting here. Out of nowhere, he decides to break the silence.

“I feel the same way.”

“I know.”

“What do you mean you know? How do you even know what I’m talking about?”

“I know you, Michael. We used to be the same person.”

“So this is just how it ends?”

“I’ve gone over so many possible things we can try or do to rekindle what we once had, but I just can’t. You can’t possibly tell me that you’re happy.”

“I’m not, but I love you and I thought that was enough,” he said with a tear running down his face.

“Do you know what ‘I love you’ is without meaning behind it?”

“What?” he asked.

“It’s just a routine that we’ve become so accustomed to. I-it’s a pattern. It’s-it’s…”

“It’s three empty words.” When he said that, I shed multiple tears.

“Yeah. It’s three empty words.” He pulled me into a hug and lightly stroked my hair. I kissed him on the cheek while quiet tears left our eyes. I started to get off the couch when he pulled on my arms and kissed me one last time.

I tried my best to feel something and I know he did too, but there was nothing there. I knew then that it was officially time for me to leave. I get up and head towards the door and just as i start to open it, I let out a small chuckle. I turned back to Michael.

“Hey,” he looked up at me when he heard my voice.

“Happy 3 year anniversary.” He just smiled small and that was the last thing I saw before I exited the home I knew so well.

I get in my car and plug my phone into the aux chord.

‘We going through the motions
Cause we can’t fix what’s broken, no
And I know it’s gonna hurt
But darling I’ll go first
I won’t keep on saying those three empty words
We don’t have to keeping on saying those three empty words
No I can’t keep on saying those three empty words’

I could no longer hold it together.

The last three years, 1 ½ of which were perfect, just gone. The fact that we were willing to let it all go so easily meant that our “I love you’s” were just three empty words.

Rowaelin Pregnancy: Part Six

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Aelin had gone into labor at least an hour ago. Then Rowan had called out for Dorian a half hour later and he went running. He didn’t know what to do. He should help. There must be something he could do.

He started to jog down the corridor.

Rowan and Yrene was kneeling down, in front of what appeared to be Aelin, “Is there-”

Chaol was flung backwards to the ground by a force of magic.

GET OUT” Rowan growled, echoing off the walls.

Scrambling backwards, Chaol fled the hall.

Something was wrong. And he couldn’t do anything to fix it.


Rowan’s instincts took over, flinging Chaol down the hall. Removing any possible threats from his mate.

He knew Chaol wasn’t a threat but Aelin was-

“Carefully rip off her skirts,” Yrene instructed.

Rowan ripped the fabrics, leaving only green from the navel up.

Yrene dipped her hands in a bowl of water, scrubbing fiercely, removing any contamination.

Taking a blade, Yrene began an incision at Aelin’s pubic bone. She cut horizontaly, but not deep enough to cut muscle.

Rowan could feel the thread of the bond slowly break, almost making him panic. His pupils were dilating.

Yrene moved Aelin’s stomach muscles and removed the placenta and the pooling blood.

“Now I need you to heal the areas where blood is still coming out.”

Focusing his magic, Rowan knitted tissue over tissue to heal the places that was still bled.

She finally stopped bleeding.

“What now?” Rowan asked Yrene.

Dorian could sense Sam’s lungs starting to develop and breath more.

Slowly pulling his magic back, he looked over at Fenrys whose stillness told him to not make any sudden moves.

“He’s alright. Sam is going to live.”

A weight removed itself from Fenrys’ chest.

“Go see if Rowan needs any help. I’ll watch them. I swear on my life nothing will happen to them.”

Giving him a look that promised death, “Your life means nothing to me, boyo,” and winnowed.