this looked better in my head im sorry


(A bunch of messy quick sketches for comparison, but I’ll try…)

  • Babies have very big heads.
  • Big eyes.
  • Tiny, cute features, usually simplified.
  • Small nose and mouth.
  • Chubby bodies and cheeks.  

I like to give baby Papyrus round teeth. :3

Also, for baby Papyrus, I find that tiny eyes look better on him and big eyes look better on Sans.

Big cheekbones for Pap!

Baby Sans can be tricky to draw because unlike Papyrus,  Both adult and baby Sans’ face remains very round. Just give him smaller face and body features.

Kriffing stars, you two!” Bodhi exclaims.

Jyn and Cassian spring apart, so abruptly Jyn makes a sound like a startled animal and Cassian almost falls off the pilot’s seat, as if that would be good enough to erase what Bodhi had seen when he stormed into the cockpit.

“Can you guys save this for later? Like when you have a room?” Bodhi continues, fully aware of the red rising in Jyn’s cheeks, matching the angry looking marks on her neck. He loved teasing new couples. 

“Is everyone okay? I heard a lot of noise for a person delivering a status report to two peo- oh Jyn, your body temperature is rising rapidly,” Kay leans in the the doorway. 

“I’m fine, Kay,” Jyn snarls. 

“You don’t look fine.”

“She’s fine Kay. Bodhi, take Kay back with you.”

“You don’t look fine either, Cassian. Your heart rate is much higher than your normal resting rate, and your face is incredibly pale. Should I administer treatment for shock?” Kay continues. Bodhi couldn’t tell if Kay was doing it on purpose, but couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Kay. We’re good. Go take Bodhi with you to check the inventory. We’re set for landing soon.” 

“Actually, Cassian, we still have approximately two standard hours bef-” 

Kay.” Cassian looks pained. 

“Let’s go,” Bodhi says, pulling Kay by the arm, failing to hide the smirk on his face. “He knows how to get Jyn back to normal, right Cass?” Jyn looks mortified.

“I don’t think his methods would be better than mine,” Kay replies and Bodhi doubles over with laughter. Cassian glares at Bodhi as he and the droid head back to the hold. 

New couples, man. Wait till Luke heard about this one. 

So someone just responded to me and probably @alethiaii as well, and then made it so I couldn’t respond back, so I’m going to reply to their post here.

oh. im sorry. my bad. tony was just the head of a company involved in war profiteering. wow. thats so much better. he just owned this company and made his money on the deaths of people of colour in war-torn countries. what an iNNoCenT BaBY

Okay, did you even read what I wrote? Tony’s company did not War Profiteer and I’m fairly sure you don’t know what that word means. For more imformation on what War Profiteering actually looks like (note: it does not look like offering to sell body armor for less than the cost to make it) read This post or google the Brooklyn brothers during the civil war.

Also the company did not make money off of the weapons Obidiah sold, or it would have been very obvious and the government would have caught him years ago. Obidiah made money off of those weapons and the people he personally bank rolled.

And yeah his company made money off of the deaths of anybody in countries the US was fighting in, and you could argue that that is his fault, but the fact is if the US is going to war people are dying, they’d take Hammer Weapons if Stark weapons weren’t available and American soldiers would have died, which Tony was raised to believe was unacceptable. 

also one line “ultron, my fault”? that is not accountability. if a mass murderer says “oh i killed those people”, but doesnt get punished, that is not accountability l m a o

Except Tony didn’t kill those people, Ultron did, and yeah he blames himself, but it was also Bruce and Wanda’s fault, and most importantly it’s the mind gem’s fault. “We were nowhere close to an interface” Yeah Ultron was horrible, but if he had been made the way Tony intended, if he hadn’t been spooked by Wanda, there wouldn’t have been an evil Ultron, and if Wanda and Pietro hadn’t helped him he may have never gotten far enough to actually life part of Sokovias capitol. 

like tony should be in jail and that’s facts

one black woman told him her son died in sokovia and he tried to guilt trip the avengers into signing the accords (when all they were doing was fucking damage control and cleaning up tonys mess) because ~we all fuck up sometimes~

You literally spent the first half of this talking about how Tony is never held accountable for his actions, and then spew this bullshit. The point of the Accords is to hold the Avengers. and Tony accountable for their actions. Tony supported them because he felt responsible for deaths during Ultron. 

You want accountability that’s what the Accords offer for all of the Avengers. Also the reason the Avengers needed to sign the Accords are the events of Lagos, they’ve been entering countries without government permission and causing massive amounts of property damage and death. There needs to be a system of accountability.

Oh wait that’s the accords.



like if you cared you would go to jail and repent

you would come out the other side and dedicate your life to righting wrongs e.g. volunteering in sokovia, starting scholarships in the name of the children who died, rehabilitating PTSD victims who were affected by your weapons

Tony literally does all of those things, he grants scholarships to kids at MIT so they can make the world a better place, he spends billions helping to clean up the city, and while he isn’t personally there cleaning up, he is working to prevent another tragedy from occuring, (see the infinity wars sneak peek thing)

and like he was a grown man “he didn’t know stark industries produced weapons” isn’t a good enough excuse lmao

like we get you’re an ignorant privileged white man but like all those poor people of colour still died under your watch

so i’m sure saying “i didn’t know” is great consolation to them lol

I never said he didn’t know SI produced weapons, I said he thought those weapons were only being sold to the US military. And when he found out they were in the hands of people harming innocents he immediately dedicated himself to stopping them. Yes people died, and the man who was responsible for a lot of that, Tony killed him. Someone broke his trust, and stole from him for years, and you blame Tony. It’s clearly Obidiahs fault. If I designed a gun, and someone stole the design, built the gun, and shot someone with it, then they are a murderer, and I am a person who was stolen from. Not a murderer.  

also like shutting down weapons manufacturing was a good first step but like…it doesn’t help the lives already ruined?? it stops the carnage sure but like…how did that help the past victims of war?

What can Tony do for those who have already died? Nothing. What does he do for those still living in war torn countries? Well after shutting down Weapons he works in the civilian Market, phones etc, and he also focuses the company on humanitarian aid, medical equipment, water purifiers, etc, etc, etc. 

So maybe that’s what he’s doing to help the victims of his past. 


Everytime i see Morrigan in dai i keep thinking abt that conversation she has with Leliana in dao abt taking Morrigan to Orlais and Leliana keeps talking what dress should Morrigan wear and how it should look like
And then we have Morrigan in Winter Palace wearing this kind of dress.
I’d really love to talk to Leliana about this
I’d love to take Sunri (my warden) there to just run to Leliana and be like ‘DID YOU SEE HER??? HER DRESS??’ So i drew it, pretty quickly and messy and i’m sorry it looks crappy

Leliana’s reaction probably:

when you steal his clothes | logan howlett

This is more of a drabble so sorry to the anon who requested an imagine

Word Count: 281

Logan wasn’t in the best mood when he woke up this morning, or in his case, this afternoon. He moved his arm to pull his beautiful girlfriend closer to him, but all he felt was cold sheets. Groaning, he opened his eyes to check the clock. It was already one in the afternoon. All Logan wanted to do was lay in bed all day but, he couldn’t do that cause he was late to the classes he was suppose to teach.

As he was searching for close to wear, he heard the door open but didn;t bother to look because he knew who it was. “Y/N? Where the hell is my jacket? I’ve been looking everywhe-” Logan complained, only wearing a shirt and boxers, as you walked through the door. He looked at you, a sheepish smile on your face, attempting to explain yourself. “It- it was cold this morning and I was in a hurry to get some coffee so, I didn’t try looking for mine.”

Logan just sighed. “Well, you do look pretty hot in that jacket.” He said walking towards. “But, I think you look even better with it off.” He smirked, pushing the leather off of your body. Logan kissed your shoulder and groaned yet again, leaning his head against yours. “I have to get to my class Y/N. I’m already late.”The mutant complained, going to pick up his jacket when you stopped him.

“Logan, there are no classes today. So,” You paused, pulling him closer to the unmade bed.” We can do whatever we want.” You smirked. Logan smirked as well. “I think I’ve been a bad influence on you.” He said kissing your neck. 


Originally posted by ccavill

(that ass tho)

imagine that

kara and lena are dating but nobody knows about that
kara invites lena to a game night at the first time and everybody is there
both of them are nervous but they are trying to act like they are just really good friends
they are playing and having fun
but then they decide to play “never have i ever”
everything is fine but suddenly mon el says “never have i ever kissed a girl that i love” (can we just pretend that he never kissed kara, okay?)
and then everyone bends a finger… except kara who is trying not to blush but fails
that is how alex knows that kara is lying
lena gives kara that “what the fuck?” look, raising her eyebrow
and when alex notices this, she says something like “well, sis, you are terrible at hiding something from me, so… YOU TWO ARE IN LOVE HOLY SHIT”
and that’s how everyone knows kara and lena are dating

ilovepanda86  asked:

Hi, can you please make a complication of Got7 reacting to them throwing basketball that accidently hit your head. Thank you


*genuinely concerned*

‘Hey, i’m really sorry, it was an accident… Are you okay?’

Originally posted by got7europe


*trying to suppress his laughter*

‘Ahh i feel really bad.. but it looked so funny.. i’m so sorry!’

Originally posted by onlymarktuan93


‘Oops..i’ll better head over and apologize x1000000′

Originally posted by taehyungiggle


‘Bam!- oh..Are you okay?’

Originally posted by jongdaemybae




Originally posted by igot7-love


‘Come here, i’ll kiss you better!’

Originally posted by gots7


‘I’m sorry! Please accept my aegyo!’

Originally posted by marktuon

Solangelo One-Shot

Here Comes the Sun

One thing was clear to everyone at the baseball game that day; the boy standing behind the plate with his arms crossed and a perpetual frown etched into his face definitely did not want to be there. He never spoke, never encouraged his teammates when they went up to bat, never patted anyone on the back when they made a good play. The only time his expression changed in the slightest was when he himself did well. And even then, he only allowed a small smirk to break his glare.

Nico hated the sun. Anyone could probably guess as much judging by his pale skin. And what was worse, as the catcher, he had to wear all that gear, which only made him hotter. But he would rather be behind the plate than in the outfield.

Truth be told, Nico was one of the best players on the team, he just didn’t actually like to play. He was sure that this fact was the main reason most of his teammates had decided he wasn’t worth the trouble and had given up trying to be friendly. All too many times he’d heard, “You’re wasting your talent,” or, “If you don’t even want to be here, don’t bother coming!” Frankly, he would if he could. Jason was the one who forced him to try out for the team, and when he miraculously made it through, Jason also had to drag him to every game and practice.

Now, Nico was even more ticked off than usual. Here he was, on a Saturday, standing in full uniform and catcher’s gear on the hottest day of the year. But Jason was all smiles as he made his way to his position at Shortstop. He gave a small smile to the people in the stands before catching Nico’s eye and giving a thumbs up. Nico rolled his eyes and tugged his helmet on before squatting down and waiting for the first batter to walk up to the plate.

Two innings later and Nico was already sweating, his face red from the heat. The pitcher was off his game today and was really giving Nico a workout; he kept throwing balls so far from the strike zone, Nico felt like a jack-in-the-box as he jumped up after the wild pitches and then squatted back down, only to jump back up again the next pitch. It was almost worse than doing Burpees at practice.


After the Percy had walked yet another batter, loading all three bases, Nico called time and stormed up to him, yanking off his helmet. He put his mitt to his face before he started whisper-yelling to cover his mouth.

“What am I, a frog? Knock it off, dude!”

Percy glared at him and lifted his own glove. “Don’t you think I would if I could? I’m not doing it on purpose!”

“Oh, really?” Nico said doubtfully. There was no way he could be doing that badly without doing it on purpose.

“What are you trying to say?” He yelled, not even bothering to keep his glove up. Nico shrugged, which only aggravated the other boy more. Percy shoved him, and Nico shoved back, and he would have done much worse if their coach hadn’t intervened.

“Enough,” he said. He glared at Nico. “Jackson, sit out,” he commanded. Percy started to protest and tell him that Nico started it, but coach cut him off. “I am fully aware,” he replied calmly. “But we don’t have another catcher, now do we?” Percy huffed and ran his hand through his hair, which was matted to his forehead with sweat, then stalked off the field. Their coach waved their backup pitcher over and Leo hopped off the bench.

As Leo was walking up, Coach turned to Nico. “I better not even hear of you picking a fight with a teammate again. Or you’re off the team.”

Nico purposely lit his face up. “Really? Because that would be awesome.” His coach only shook his head before jogging back to the dugout, and Nico rolled his eyes and returned to home plate.

Leo was doing a lot better than the last pitcher and they made it out of that inning quickly, only giving up two more runs for the other team. Fortunately, now that the batters on the other team were striking out left and right, the rest of Nico’s team seemed to come alive again and gained a little more enthusiasm. The next half of the inning, they scored seven runs and the score was almost tied up.

About half an hour later, it was top of the fifth and Nico was once again frowning behind home plate. After a few minutes, Nico’s eyes landed on the third batter that inning, number 3. Nico didn’t know how he remembered, but he knew it was this kid’s second time up to bat that game. He was walked his first time in the top of the second. But even if he didn’t hit the ball, Nico had a feeling he could crush one if he got the chance.

And he was right.

Second pitch, he hit a hard line-drive toward Leo, who had to duck to the ground before he got his head knocked off his shoulders. Nico’s mouth dropped open as the ball sailed straight into the fence at 20 miles an hour. The boy took off running toward first, and Nico couldn’t help but stare at him.

He rounded the base and headed for second, his cleats digging in the dirt and arms pumping at his sides. He had made it halfway to third base before the Centerfielder had even gotten to the ball. As the batter rounded third, his teammates and coaches and people in the stands cheering him on, Nico snapped back to reality and got into position at home plate.

The Centerfielder threw it to the cut-off, who then turned and fired it at Nico. Nico held his mitt up and willed the ball to go faster as he saw the batter sprinting right at him from the corner of his eye.

A split second before the ball made it to his open glove, Nico was run over by a truck and everything went black for a moment, then the next thing he knew, he was laying on the ground. As the ump yelled, “Safe!” and the batter stood and dusted himself off, Nico realized both his helmet and glove had been knocked off. Then the pain registered and he groaned.

This seemed to catch the batter’s attention, who realized that he still hadn’t gotten back up. He yanked his helmet off and kneeled beside him. “Oh gosh, are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He asked, sounding horrified. “Where does it hurt? I can help!”

Nico opened one eye and his heart stuttered as he got a good look at him. His light hair was falling in his face, which was covered with millions of freckles. The first thing that popped into Nico’s mind was the starry sky he sometimes gazed at from his roof when he needed to clear his head. The next thing he noticed, the boy’s eyes. They were so incredibly blue, it didn’t seem possible.

Nico closed his eyes and willed his face to cool down as the boy leaned over him. He faintly heard Leo and Jason’s voices asking if he was alright, but his heartbeat drowned them out mostly. As he calmed his breathing, he heard the boy telling him that he was studying medicine and might be able to help. Nico could almost hear the smirk on Jason’s face as he told him, “Hey, maybe he needs Mouth-to-Mouth. You can take care of that, right Dr. Freckles?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jason,” Nico groaned, and Jason only chuckled. Taking a deep breath, Nico gritted his teeth and sat up, ignoring the twinge in his knee as he forced himself to stand.

“I-I’m fine,” He ground out. The blue-eyed boy stared at him with worry and guilt but seemed to breathe a little easier. “Don’t worry about it,” Nico muttered to him, and the boy nodded and picked up Nico’s helmet and glove.

“Sorry, again,” He said nervously, holding them out to Nico. He could just make out a tinge of pink on his face, slightly covering up his freckles. Nico flinched as his heart started pounding again.

“I said don’t worry about it,” Nico snapped, a little more harshly than he meant to, and snatched his things from the boy, careful not to let their hands touch. Looking dejected and guilty, he grabbed his own helmet and headed back for his dugout, completely forgetting the fact that he just hit a homerun.

For the rest of the game, Nico tried to avoid the blue-eyed boy, who seemed to be trying to catch his eye the entire time. As the game was starting to come to a close in the bottom of the seventh, Nico flopped onto the bench and chugged down some water as he waited for his at-bat. Jason sat down next to him after stealing home and yanked off his batting gloves.

“So you’re really okay?” He asked again.

“I already told everyone I’m fine,” Nico growled, starting to get annoyed.

“Alright, alright.” He paused. “I was just wondering because I noticed you limping a little, is all.”

Nico dropped his gaze to his shoelaces and was quiet for a moment. “I… I think my knee is slightly out of alignment.”

Jason choked on air. “What?!” Nico shushed him. “Nico, you idiot, why didn’t you tell anyone? How are you even still walking?!”

“Shhhh! I said slightly, okay? It’s not dislocated.”

“Still, you can’t keep playing on it. You should have told someone.”

“We don’t have another catcher, okay? I just have to suck it up. The game’s almost over, anyway.” He glared at Jason. “Tell anyone, and I’ll drop kick your ass to Mexico.”

Nico couldn’t have been more relieved when the game finally ended. His knee was killing him. After shoving all his gear in his bag, he carefully sat back down the bench and waited for everyone to file out of the dugout. Jason gave him a worried look, but Nico waved him along.

Once was sure everyone was gone, he gently pulled the hem of his pants above his knee and drew in a shaky breath as he saw that entire area was already purple and swollen. He sighed and hung his head. His dad was going to kill him.

“Hi!” A voice squeaked out of nowhere. Nico jumped and looked up to find a little girl at the top of the stairs leading into the dugout. “I’m Kayla.” She explained and ran over. “Whoa, your leg looks funny.”

Nico cleared his throat. “U-Um, yeah. I got a little hurt earlier. But I’m fine.”

“You got hurt?” She asked. “I can go get my brother! He’s great at fixing people up! He even gives it a kiss to make it feel better!” Nico chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s okay, I’m fi-”

He was cut off by a semi-familiar voice shouting up the stairs. He heard footsteps walking into the dugout. “Kayla? Kayla, you know you’re not supposed to be-” He blue-eyed boy stopped abruptly as he emerged, his eyes widening as he recognized Nico, then flitting to his knee.

Nico quickly covered his knee with his pant leg again and began to stand up. “I’m assuming she’s your sister?” Nico muttered as he started gathering his things. “Might want to keep a better eye on her from now on. She just wandered her way up here.” When Nico glanced back up, the boy was right in front of him, his eyebrows knitted. “Wha-” The word died in Nico’s throat.

Without a word, the boy gently took Nico’s bag from him and set it aside. Taking his shoulders, he forced him to sit back down on the bench and kneeled in front of him, lifting his pant leg to look at his knee again. Nico sighed as his blue eyes widened, then flicked up to meet his.

“Holy… I thought you said you were fine, you’re obviously not fine!” He yelled.

“I am. Just leave it.” Nico tried to stand again and move past him, but the boy simply pushed him back down again. Nico huffed. “What are you even doing?”

“Making up for hurting you.” Nico’s own eyes widened as he looked at the boy’s face, who was staring at Nico’s knee, his eyebrows knitted in concentration and determination. Gently, his fingers prodded at Nico’s kneecap and Nico flinched. “Did that hurt?” The boy asked.

“No, I just think wincing in pain is fun,” He replied. The boy rolled his eyes and continued feeling for his kneecap while Nico gripped the edge of the bench. The little girl, Kayla, ran over and looked worriedly from Nico’s pale face to his purple leg.

“It’s alright,” She assured him. “My big brother is gonna fix you right up! I’ll hold your hand if you like.” She extended her tiny hand, and a ghost of a smile spread over Nico’s lips. He chuckled and took her hand, trying not to squeeze too tightly.

“Alright,” The boy said, looking up and meeting Nico’s eyes. “This is gonna hurt a little.”

“Just get it over with.” Nico took a deep breath and grit his teeth.

“On three.” He said. “One, three!” Without warning, he grabbed Nico’s leg and popped his knee back in place. Nico grunted and squeezed his eyes closed.

“What the hell happened to two?!”

The boy laughed and sat back on his heels. “It worked didn’t it?” Slowly, Nico opened his eyes and experimentally moved his leg around.

“Wow… that does feel better. Um, thanks.”

He smiled. “My pleasure. It was my fault, anyway.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “I was the one blocking the plate.”

The boy smiled and shook his head. “I’m Will, by the way.” He said, holding out his hand.

“Nico.” He took Will’s hand and shook it, a million sparks shooting up his arm as their hands met. He suddenly felt a little dizzy.

“Wait!” Kayla yelled, gaining both their attention. “You forgot to kiss it and make it feel better!” She told her brother. He laughed and Nico’s face heated.

“You’re right,” Will said, smiling. “How could I forget?” His eyes locked on Nico’s and he leaned forward and gently kissed his knee. Nico had to keep his entire body from trembling. “Better?” He smirked at Nico’s blush.

Nico managed a nod. “Um… yeah. Better.”

anonymous asked:

I really love the way you drew Lithuania, he looks exactly like I see him in my head :) I was wondering if you'd be willing to draw him again, and maybe with Latvia too?

So, I tried for him to look the same as he did on the last one, but I´m not sure if I succeeded? :( Uuuuh,anyway I hope you like it

Until It’s Gone - Derek Luh Imagine

Request: Derek luh imagine where he’s your bf but for some time now he’s being a jerk to you, and when you confront him and leave for a days he comes crawling back to you cuz your the best thing he ever had




I stare at a wall blankly while Derek continues to yell lies at me. I don’t even know whats wrong this time. All I know is that he has been treating me like shit and I’m tired of it. 

“Are you even fucking listening to me y/n?” Derek asks stepping in front of the comforting blue wall. His face red with anger and his breathing unsteady. 

“No Derek I don’t. But I’m tired of this. You coming home everyday yelling at me for random things because you’ve had a shit day. Well guess what Derek your not the only one. Frankly I’m tired of this.” I say picking up my bag with some clothes and my keys. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Derek asks with anger laced in his shaky voice. 

“Bye Derek.” I say as a tear slips down my face.

“Whatever I can find someone better than you who actually appreciates me.” Derek says trying to get me to fight back. 

I just scoff and close the door. Tears now free falling and landing on the steering wheel. I get up the courage to start the car and drive away not before seeing Derek throwing things inside the house that we built together. I shake my head and drive down the dark street. 

I pull up to my friends house in an absolute mess. She walks out the front door already knowing what is happening and opens her arms for me to run into. 

“Its okay to be upset. He doesn’t know whats he’s missing.” Y/F/N whispers in your ear. 


After I got done throwing everything and anything around the house I collapsed to my knees, balling my eyes out. I hear a knock on the door, I immediately jump up and run to the door hoping to see y/n. I open the door as fast as I can but only to see Nate. 

“Woah bro, what the hell happened?” Nate says stepping into the apartment with Chinese food.

“She fucking left me. She got up all calmly and left like the last two years were nothing.” I say running my hands through my matted hair. 

“To be honest dude we all saw this coming. You haven’t been the nicest lately. She came to me asking what she did wring to make you hate her.” Nate sighs. 

“She thinks I hate her?” I mumble looking down at my feet. 

“Im gonna leave you here, you gotta think about what you want, but if you do want her back you can’t treat her the way you’ve been.” Nate says as he shakes his head and walks out the door. 

Thats the second person to walk out that door today all because Im an ass. Whatever its not all my fault she has just as much to blame as I do! I think to myself hoping to talk my self off this cliff of misery. 


It’s been two days since y/n left Derek and today Im meeting up with her to see how she is doing. 

“Hey Nate.” y/n mumbles and comes and sits down next to me on the couch. 

“How are you doing?” I ask giving her a look of sympathy. 

“Im okay, now that I don’t have to be yelled at everyday.” She sighs twirling her thumbs.

“Im so sorry he did that, he’s been under a lot of stress and he just takes it out on you I guess. He’ll come back I promise” I say as I turn to face her.

“Do you even know what he said to me before I walked out that door?” I shake my head no signaling for her to continue on. “He told me he could find someone better, someone who actually appreciates him and have you seen all the twitter buzz with pictures of him and this ‘new’ girl everywhere. He obviously doesn’t want me. He found someone ‘better’.” She says tears threatening to spill out the corners of her eyes.

“Y/n.” I say shaking my head. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” 

“Why does everybody keep telling me that he obviously knows what he’s missing and doesn’t give a damn!” She yells clearly frustrated with the whole situation. 

As I’m about to respond a loud ding goes off indicating I got a text message. I look down to see a text from Derek reading:

Where is Y/n Ive been trying to call her but she’s not picking up or answering any of my calls. I need to talk to her. I want her. I need her back. Is she okay. Nate please tell where she is. Im so upset that I lost her. She can’t walk out of my life

I sigh and she speaks up. “Its Derek isn’t it?”

“Yeah, you haven’t checked your phone lately have you.”

“No. I urned it off yesterday after seeing the whore on my Derek.” She says with some anger coming back into her voice and face.

“Turn it on and lets look.” I say calmly and grab her phone holding down the power on button. 

The minute we turn her phone on its flooded with dozens of messages from Derek all reading ‘please’, ‘I need you’ or ‘I need to talk to you’. She rolls her eyes and scoffs. 

“No! He doesn’t just get to do that! He doesn’t get to say all theses things and then feel bad about because he lost me and come crawling back without an explanation!” She yells getting up walking towards the door.

“Don’t you think you should at least give him a chance for an explanation?” I ask hoping to change her mind. 

She stops dead in her tracks turns around with tears in her eyes and whispers “I can’t listen to more lies.”

With that she swings the door open to be greeted by Derek. 


“I can’t listen to more lies.” I whisper 

I turn around and swing open the door to be met by a disheveled Derek.

“Y/n.” He breaths out in relief. 

“No. Im not doing this.” I say and push past him to run into the elevator. I try and push close as fast as I can but Derek slides in right as they close. 

“Derek! Don’t you understand I don’t want to see you and you clearly are happy with your little slut.” I snap. 

Derek moves to the buttons and clicks the emergency stop button and with that the elevator comes to a halt. 

“Y/N its you its always been you and Im just to selfish to see it. I love you and only you the other girl was only to distract me so I could forget about you, but I couldn’t Im in love with you and only you! Why can’t you see that.” Derek says stepping closer to me and cupping my face in his hands. Tears running down his face. 

I break out of is grip and push him away from me. “If you really loved me you wouldn’t treat me like shit, Derek.” I say getting angrier by the moment. 

“I didn’t mean to make you think I hated you or to treat you that way. The only reason I did that is because Im under a lot of stress and yelling was the only way I feel I could let it out. I never meant to take it out on you.” Derek steps closer to me once again cornering me. 

“Derek, I don’t want to get hurt.” I whisper with a trembling voice. 

“Baby girl, I will never ever make you feel that way again, I promise.” Derek says embracing me in a hug. 

“Promise.” I whisper mumble into his shirt now stoked with tears. 

“I promise. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” I mumble.

“You are the best thing I’ve ever had. I didn’t know it until you were gone.”