time to forget the colour of my eyes

i’ve been around long enough to know that the good things never last and your friends are probably telling you that you’re better off without me and my friends are telling me that i could have done better anyways.
but between the words of others and those times we remind ourself to not think about each other and those times we are so occupied by everything but still feel each others names popping up in our minds every fucking time we think we are so busy that how is it fucking possible that we are thinking of each other and how we rotted out and how what we had, the love we had wasn’t enough to outlive us, but silly of me to think that love can out live us i’m 17 and your 18 what do we know about something outliving us fuck people have cars older than us and fuck people have been around double the amount of time we have, how could i have even imagined us outliving love.
no matter what anyone tells us we can’t forget those late night drives on those friday night that we made plans about our futures together, how we saw the world in bright colours with each other by our sides, we both know what we felt was real and real things don’t die out at least never completely.
Those late night drives where id be falling asleep on the passenger seat but id open my eyes to make sure you were okay, i always fucking asked if you were okay i guess me always wanting to know how you felt was my way of saying i love you so much and i guess your way of loving me was driving me home every single time and blasting the heating when i was cold even though you weren’t or changing the song when you knew i didn’t like it. 
we all show our love in different ways maybe thats why things fuck up but one thing i know for sure is that we loved, we loved so fucking much.
it was those text me when you get home and be safe and it was me always telling you to stop changing the songs on your iPod as you were driving. 
no one was there but us two; only we felt what we felt so i don’t care if people say i could do better and you shouldn’t care if people think you’re better off without me, your touch is tattooed to my skin and i never liked the idea of something permanent until i met you,  i tried burning you out with vodka and we all know i hate vodka but the burning sensation in my throat wasn’t strong enough to get you off my mind and i wasn’t drunk enough to forget you all it did was remind me of what we had and how we died so fast.
flowers die when people pick at them, and i guess we were a lot like flowers people picked at what we were and what we had until we died.
i wish i could say our love really died like you fell in love with another girl who looks a little like me but her eyes didn’t light up when she saw you and her smile wasn’t what caught your attention. 
i wish i could say you stopped loving me
but mostly i wish i could say that you would have fought for us maybe thats what makes love outlive people is that they try and try and try until there is no more love to outlive but we are so full of love i guess we can blame it on the timing was wrong and we were too young.

-i’ve been around long enough to know that love doesn’t outlive people people outlive love.

~j (reeject)

—  i am standing at the precipice of falling for you, i am walking on the line between what we are and what we can be and i can so easily give in and fall for you, and in the blink of an eye it can all be like i wanted it to be for a long long time but i know it’s not what we want in the long run, so i won’t blink this time, not once, not twice, i’ll just close my eyes till the time i no longer want to get lost in yours, till the time i forget the colour of yours, till the time a blink isn’t just a blink for a yes or a no, till the time i learn to let go
see you later on ♡

Characters: Jimin x Reader, Jimin’s POV

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: He saw you in the crowd, looking beautiful as ever. He looked at you, then looked away, sadly thinking to himself, “She’s just a fan.”

A/N: So, this based on a vine that I saw tonight on my newsfeed, I watched it for 15 minutes straight crying, and even though I’m not finished studying for today, I really needed to write this.

“Ready Jiminie?” Hobi said, giving me a light pat on the back. It was a routine, every night before a show; he asked me the same thing, and I would reply with a simple nod paired with a vague smile.

Of course I was ready, this was what I lived for. Performing. 

But there was something special about tonight’s show. It was my hometown. The people in the crowd felt a connection to me, and I could not let them down. I rolled my shoulders, trying to relax the nervousness that unwillingly filled my body. 

The curtains drew back, and blinding white lights focused on our forms, as if they were exposing our secrets to the crowd. A smile emerged on my face as I took in the marvelous sight before me. No matter how many times I performed, I would never get used to this. This experience of being cheered on, of being wanted, of being loved. It was what I had always dreamt of.

The music cued and our performance began, every lyric memorized, every motion flawless.  Soon all seven of us were in our own worlds, lost in the music and loving every second of the melodies, our own creation. My nervousness vanished, and the only thing pumping through my veins now was adrenaline.

As the music silenced for our individual talks, I turned to face the crowd. 

And that’s when I saw her.

Her hair was dark and long, framing her curved face exquisitely. It flowed over her shoulders in natural waves. Her jawline was soft, unlike all the females I was used to seeing. Her lips plump, curved into a beautiful smile. Her eyebrows perfectly arched, paired with eyes that were bright with excitement and happiness. The colours were difficult to determine at our current distance. I found myself staring and squinted at her, trying to distinguish the colour, but failing miserably.

Hobi Hyung nudged my side, signaling that our next performance was beginning. I glanced away from the beautiful stranger in the crowd and shook my head.

No, she’s just a fan.

As I continued to perform, I found my eyes drifting to her repeatedly. To see if she was enjoying herself. To see if she was okay. To simply see her for a moment longer.

As the night came to end, I glanced at her once last time. 

Forget about her Jimin, she’s only a fan, I chanted to myself over and over again. But for some reason, the words wouldn’t stick.

As I turned to leave the stage, I had only one regret.

 I wish I had seen the colour of her eyes.

“Jimin Hyung, I’m thirsty,” Jungkook whined, pulling my arm and leading me into a convenience store. What was with this kid and convenience stores? 

Jungkook went to the back and brought two bottles of banana milk. Any normal person would think that one was for him and the other was for me, but no, both of those bottles were for him to enjoy.

 “Would this be all for today, sir?” I looked up at the cashier, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Yes,” Jungkook replied for me, because it seems I had lost my voice. Only one thought was going through my head as her eyes met mine.

 Her eyes are brown.

did you enjoy it? I couldn’t leave you with a sad ending from that vine.

Prompt number nine - “You don’t remember last night at all, do you?” for @suzunesays

I watched as Yukimura stumbled out of his room, his eyes squinting against the light of the sun streaming in through the windows. His shirt was buttoned wrong, the hem of one side a button higher than the other side, his collar sitting unevenly against his neck. “Good morning,” I said, glancing over at the clock on the stove. “Or more accurately, good afternoon.”

I watched as his eyes went as round as saucers, a blush creeping up from beneath that crooked collar until every inch of visible skin was a warm pink. “Wh-what are you doing here?” he stammered, flinching back and raising a hand to his hand, visibly pained by the sudden movement.

“Cooking brunch,” I replied, flipping the last of the eggs I had just scrambled onto three plates. Lifting one in each hand and balancing the third on my forearm, I walked around the kitchen island towards the cozy breakfast nook set off to the side of Yukimura’s open concept living area. If you had asked me a moment before, I would have said it wasn’t possible for Yukimura to get any redder, but I would have been wrong.

“Are you – “ he paused and cleared his throat as his voice broke a little. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

I glanced down at my current outfit (to use the word loosely). Yukimura was enough taller than I was to ensure that all the scandalous bits were covered, but not so much taller that it didn’t reveal a long expanse (well, “long” in the relative term) of leg. The sleeves were rolled into a chunky wad of fabric at my elbows – they had dangled too far past my fingers for me to cook with.

“Yes – you said it was okay. In fact, you insisted,” I said, looking back at him quizzically. I set the plates down onto the woven placemats, next to the glasses of orange juice. I gestured towards one of the chairs. “Sit. Eat.”
Yukimura stumbled over to the table and collapsed into the of the seats, his eyes dazed. “I – insisted?” he said, taking in the contents of the plates. I was quite proud of myself – the bacon came out perfect, and the pancakes were light and fluffy. “Wh- why are there three plates?”

“For Saizo, of course,” I said, confused. Saizo chose that exact moment to walk into the room, steam wafting out from the bathroom behind him, wearing only a towel around his neck and a pair of Yukimura’s sweatpants. Yukimura’s blush, which had partly faded for a brief moment, flared back into life again.

“S-s-s-Saizo is here, too?” Yukimura said, his voice sounding strangled.

“Of course, dear; where else would I be after last night?” Saizo drawled, throwing the towel behind him without even looking, which of course hung itself up on the door handle after flying in a perfect arch behind him.

“Honestly, Yukimura, you’re acting like you weren’t even expecting to find us here,” I said, sitting down at the table and lifting a fork.

“W-well, I,” he began to say before Saizo leaned over Yukimura’s shoulder and shoved a piece of bacon into Yukimura’s mouth.

“Hush up and eat, little lord,” Saizo said as he moved to take the last seat. “It’s rude to not eat what you’re served.”

I sent a quick smile towards Saizo. I could always count on him to remind Yukimura of the practical things in life. Yukimura’s face returned to its normal colour as we ate, his eyes darting between me and Saizo nervously the whole time. Predictably, both men ate much quicker than I did. “There’s more in the oven if you’re still hungry,” I offered, as Yukimura practically licked his plate clean.

“Yes, please,” he replied, standing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it,” I said, waving him back down and moving toward the kitchen. Knowing Yukimura, he’d forget the oven mitt and burn his hand. Yukimura’s eyes shot straight to my legs before he quickly turned his head and plopped back into his chair, a flush rising to his face again.

“So, um,” he began, fidgeting with his fork as I placed the warm food in the centre of the table. “Where… where are your clothes?”

I exchanged a glance with Saizo. I mean, I knew Yukimura had been pretty drunk, but I didn’t think he would have been able to forget something like last night.

“You don’t remember last night at all, do you, little lord?” Saizo said, snagging a piece of bacon from the plate and bringing it to his mouth, raising an eyebrow at Yukimura.

“R-remember what?”

I met Saizo’s eyes again, a quick flash of understanding going unvoiced between us like a laser except not blinding.

I let out a dramatic gasp, causing Yukimura to look over at me in alarm from his current activity of shoveling more food onto his plate. “You forgot a night as unforgettable as last night? I mean, the things you did to me. The things you did to Saizo!”

“You couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough, little lord,” Saizo said, reaching his arms out in a long, languid stretch (which I couldn’t help but admire. He moved like a shadow made of rubber, but like, SEXY rubber, you know?).

“I’ve never had such a hot experience with two men before,” I continued, as Yukimura stood abruptly and staggered back, tripping over his chair and landing with an inelegant thump on the floor, bumoing his head against the wall. His entire chest, neck, and face were a bright crimson, enhancing the bright blue of his wide, shocked eyes.

“I… you… we…” Yukimura choked out, barely managing words. I stood and rushed over to Yukimura’s side, checking the back of his head for any lumps or cuts. Saizo remained in his seat, blithely continuing to eat his breakfast. Yukimura flinched as I found a spot on his head, stroking my fingers through his surprisingly silken tresses.

“Sorry,” I muttered. Okay, it was less funny now that someone got hurt. Taking pity on Yukimura, I said, “We were just teasing you, but you kinda deserved it.”

“Kind of? He very much deserved it,” Saizo declared from the table, leaning over to take a pancake that had been sitting on Yukimura’s plate.

“Okay, you super duper deserved it,” I agreed.

“What did I do?” Yukimura asked, his body stiff and motionless as I held his head and softly stroked the sore spot soothingly, as if he was afraid I’d leave if he moved. As if. His hair was super soft.

“You basically lit us on fire.”

“I did what?” he yelped, finally jerking away from me.

“Yeah, you were telling some story about fighting with someone at your martial arts thing and spilled brandy all over me. Then when you tried to apologize and clean it off, you knocked over a candle onto me. And then when Saizo tried to help put me out, you knocked the other candle onto him. Clearly, we couldn’t wear our own clothes, and I wasn’t going to go home wearing nothing but this.” I gestured towards myself. “And Saizo decided that if I was staying here, he may as well stay here too.”

Hiding his face in his hands, Yukimura said, “I am never drinking again.”

A While Now | Oh Sehun


Word Count1.2k

Summary - In which you are EXO’s stylist noona and the boys are constantly trying to hint Sehun’s huge crush on you.



Originally posted by wooyoung


“Noona! Baekhyun took my chicken again!” Jongin belted from across the dressing room as I spotted Baekhyun next to him with a smug smile and a finished chicken bone.

“Y/N ah! Kyungsoo punched me again” Chanyeol wailed, clutching onto his injury while I stood there contemplating my life choices. I’d gotten a job as SM’s head idol stylist a few months ago and never in my life had I worked with a group this disruptive yet so weirdly wonderful. The boys were always open with me whenever we’d be together before shows or other events, especially because I was older than some of them so it made it easier for them to share things with me. With the exception of one obviously,  Sehun. He’d never exactly been the type to talk to me rather than when he had to tell me how hot the water was and what not. The lack of conversation didn’t particularly irk me, but it wasn’t too pleasant that I got to talk to all of them besides him.

“Guys for the last time, I’m your stylist. Not your babysitter!” I pointed, putting the last bit if hairspray in Junmyeon’s hair and ruffling his locks, smiling at him through the mirror before making my way to the wardrobe.

“But you’re our favourite stylist! So we like complaining to you” Baekhyun insisted, walking up behind me and lightly tickling my sides. I rolled my eyes at his not so subtle attempt at flirting, and lightly smacked his arm.

“Baekhyun stop messing around” I heard the very rare sound of a certain maknae’s voice. I slowly turned to look at his slightly annoyed demeanour, looking somewhat comical with the strips of foil in his hair.

“Okay grumpy” Baekhyun mumbled, going back to his chair. My breath came out slightly ragged as I heard the timer go off; looking around for an assistant to wash out Sehun’s hair dye.

“Noona! It’s time to wash out Sehun’s dye” Jongdae sing-songed from his chair, flashing me a cheeky grin.

“I am highly aware Jongdae” I replied with an equally cheery tone, sarcasm lacing each of my words. I let out a small breath before I walked towards his chair, watching as his eyes instantly darted towards his phone.

“Um do you want to come over to the sink?” I offered, taking out a towel to wrap around his shoulders

“You bet he does” Baekhyun winked from beside his beagle accomplice, high-fiving Jongdae as he managed to get a tint of pink onto Sehun’s cheeks. I rolled my eyes at their antics for the nth time before walking over to the sink where Sehun was not so patiently waiting to get his hair dye washed out.

“You really like having your colour washed out don’t you?” I giggled at the satisfied sigh that left his lips as the warm water came into contact with his scalp.

“Mmhm… I don’t really like the smell of it” He scrunched his nose up and I lightly laughed his explanation. “Plus, I really like it when your small fingers run through my hair” He subconsciously mumbled, his eyes instantly snapping open at the realisation of what he’d confessed.

“Please forget that I ever said that while I go die in a hole” He pleaded, his eyes tightly shutting in his embarrassment.

“I’ll definitely want to forget this for you, but do you really think our little spies over there didn’t hear you?” I quipped, pointing over at the hugging pair who was watching us with hopeful eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ll make them forget. Kyungsoo hyung said he’d help if it needed anything” He happily informed, smiling with his eyes.

“That… That’s nice” I chuckled ruffling the towel through his wet hair. I placed the wet towel across his shoulders once more as he got up to sit at his chair, waiting for me to dry his hair.

“Sehun do you like your brown hair?” Minseok asked him, sounding almost childish with his tone and choice of words.

“Yeah” He simply replied, going back to his phone as a sign of ‘do not disturb me’

“That would be because Y/N ah dyed it” Junmyeon decided to join in on the long reigned joke of Sehun’s infamous crush on me, which definitely was not the case.

“Hyung…” Sehun whined, eliciting a round of laughter from the boys in the large room.

Turning the hair dryer off, I ran my fingers through his soft newly dyed hair. I absolutely loved it when it was brown and especially when I styled it in his classic middle parting.

“I mean you could try and create a new style but I don’t think simply running your fingers through my hair is going to get you anywhere” He chuckled at me through the mirror. I abruptly stopped my repetitive actions, smiling nervously back at him.

“I uh- I’m sorry. I just really like… The new conditioner I used on you” I covered up, walking to the cart to grab a can of hairspray but being stopped by his light grip on my wrist.

“Do you like this colour on me?” He asked looking serious as ever. I was more taken aback by the fact that Oh Sehun was actually talking to me, rather than his actual question.

“Um… I think it looks very good. You look really mature and I think you really suit the shade” I spoke honestly, my voice slightly shaking at the sudden conversation

“Your voice doesn’t really sound confident” He pointed, his fingers still wrapped around my wrist.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that we don’t usually talk” I admitted chuckling at my nervousness.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that” He smiled at me again, as I walked towards the front of his chair to fix his fringe.

I leaned up slightly to fix his parting, still thinking about why he’d be apologising about us not talking often.

“Noona!-” Jongin called for me once more as I suddenly snapped out of the trans I didn’t realise I was in, causing me to lose my balance and grab onto the first thing I could so I didn’t fall over; which happened to be Sehun’s shoulders. The snickers really started to show when Sehun’s hands flew up to steady me by my waist, hearing Baek and Jongdae high-fiving in their glory once more.

“Yes… Jongin?” I muttered through gritted teeth as I slowly looked over at him.

“Oh nothing I figured out the zipper now” He flashed me the most innocent smile he could produce.

“Wonderful. That- that’s wonderful” I huffed, turning back to Sehun. “Do you want me to do anything for you? It’s a pretty long performance” I pointed, running my fingers through his hair once again.

“Can I have your number?” He suddenly asked; the whoops and hollers that filled the room at his question suddenly felt a bit overwhelming.

“Um… Yeah sure” I smiled down at the ground, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “How long have you waited to do that by the way?” I asked, placing my hands on his shoulder’s again as his arms snaked around my waist; a cheeky yet shy smile taking over his face.

“A while now” He shook his head.

A/N: I hope the anon who requested, liked this :) Thank you all for reading <3

~Shazz xx


Speak Now

Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible


A/N: I wrote this so long ago and now I’m finally creating the courage to publish it here. I hope you all enjoy. And please, let me know. Feedback is everything.

Warnings: a little bit of cursing and lots of fluff. slightly angsty. also, this was based on the song “speak now” by taylor swift. 

Word Count: 1400

“I’m out for five months and when I finally get back, he’s about to get married?” I shrieked, shaking my head in disbelief.

Frustrated with my response, Julia O’Brien sighed, dropping her shoulders in defeat. She had been the one imbued with the responsibility to tell me the news. But I simply couldn’t believe what the girl had told me. I mean, it all happened so fast! There’s no way my poor head would be able to assimilate it. In fact, it never even occurred to me that I’d lose the love of my life. No, no way.

I should explain how my life came to this mess, right? Oh, well, it all began with me having to go away so I could help my sister out; she had just given birth, to a eight pound baby, yes, poor woman, and needed someone to take care of her, mainly because her husband was this huge wanker and refused to his job as a partner. This, alongside my mother’s constant preaching, made me feel bad, which means I ended up accepting it. Of course I didn’t want to leave my life behind, but I refused to be the bitch who wouldn’t lay a hand to her own flesh and blood. 

Do I have to say it was extremely stressful? Fuck, I can swear that I never hated my name more in my entire life. “Y/N, watch out for Jimmy!”, “Y/N, bring me tea!”, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”. I must admit that, for a brief second, I fantasized about killing my sister. Or kill myself. Who knows? It would be a lot faster and I could leave a note blaming my sister for the whole thing.

Alright, I’m done with the acid comments.  

The real problem was, actually, that she lived in a small town far away from London. It was so isolated that I could pretty much say she lived in a farm. And I couldn’t just be travelling all the time, therefore its location forced me to move there. It would only be a few months, so I didn’t see why I shouldn’t do it. Who would have guessed that, in the meantime, my boyfriend, or so I thought he was, whom I loved and trusted deeply, would get engaged and would be about to marry another woman? Oh, God, he is even at the church right now! 

“Y/N, it wasn’t his wish to be marrying her. He loves you more than anything in this world. You know that.” Julia argued, her brown eyes trying to persuade me. "Still, my parents forced him to do it. She’s the daughter of a big ass business man who works with my father and-” 

"Stop it right there!” I quirked a brown, narrowing my eyes, clearly infuriated. “Dylan is grown man, he doesn’t need anyone making his choices for him.”

"Yeah, Y/N, but you have to understand he wasn’t given much of a choice…”

“I don’t want to, and I won’t, understand this, Jules.” My voice was strangled, I could feel the tears welling up on my eyes. “I can’t do this.”

Oh, fuck no!

I would not let my gorgeous pumpkin tie the knot with someone else without at least explaining to me what the hell was this entire thing about. Clumsily standing up from the couch I was sitting on, I ran out of the house, not even giving a word to my former sister-in-law. I needed to act quick, otherwise I would lose him forever.

I’m not a kind of girl

Who should be rudely barging on a white veil occasion

But you are not the kind of boy

Who should be marrying the wrong girl

Julia had said that the church was close to their home, so I didn’t bother to get my car and drive there. It was time to put into practice all my years of jogging. It didn’t take long for me to spot the beautiful arranged place. The same one his parents got married. 

Due to my running, the short sundress I had on was drenched in sweat; not that I cared, though. I could only set my thoughts on the lots of people who were coming in and out of the church. By the looks of it, the ceremony was yet to start. 

I stealthily walked in, watching the guests buzzing around me and trying to recognise them; but they were completely unknown. That was until I found his best friend standing next to the old looking priest. Tyler had a tired expression on his face, like he rather be anywhere else but here. I saw his other friends as well; they were seated on the front row, mirroring Posey’s traits. No one appearing to be happy. Not even her parents, who set it all up.

I sneak in and see your friends

And her snotty little family all dressed in pastels

As I went a little deeper into the church, I heard someone loudly complaining in the back. I quickly recognised the grumpy person as Britt Robertson, Dylan’s ex. He had told me about her a few times and I never really pictured her as the obsessive type. I was obviously wrong. 

Britt was yelling at one of her bridesmaids, clearly quite annoyed by something the poor girl had done prior my arrival. But, as much as I was delighted to hear her in such a bad mood, I still wanted to find Dylan in that sea of people. In my mind, I thought I could convince him to ditch this whole thing and run away with me.  

Nevertheless, before I could find him, the nuptial march started to play in the background, announcing the wedding’s beginning. Despite it being a joyful sound, I started to feel nauseated by it and a few disgusted shivers went down my spine. 

From behind a curtain, I watched her slowly walk inside the church, so full of herself, looking like a freaking model. My mind screamed that I should be the one in her shoes. Wearing a white gown, moving happily towards the man I loved, not her. Not someone who treated him like a prize. 

And the organ starts to play

A song that sounds like a death march

And I am hiding in the curtains

It seems that I was uninvited

By your lovely bride to be

She floats down the aisle like

A pageant queen

When she got there, everyone sat down and I was finally able to see him. Dylan was standing next to the priest, looking handsome as ever in a black tuxedo. His brown hair messy, his pink lips in a straight line and a ghost of the scruff I loved so much against my legs were there, brightening him. Everything seemed to be unchanged. Except for his eyes. The beautiful whiskey coloured eyes I fell for had lost the sparkling beam I saw every time he looked at me. They seemed tired. Sad. Which should make me happy, but instead, I was saddened, a sinking feeling reaching my stomach as if I had been punched. 

Fear crept through my form completely, making my hands shake and making me forget what I was supposed to say. Should I really disrupt this marriage? Would I be this kind of girl? The answer was clear in my head: Yes, I would. Despite being selfish, I needed Dylan in my life. I could not afford to lose him. 

I bit my bottom lip, sitting down and deciding to wait for a while. It wasn’t the time to speak up. No, I’d wait for the priest’s words, then I would act. Yes, it sounds like a good plan.

Do not say yes, let’s run away now,

I’ll meet you in the aisle of the church by the back door

Do not wait, or say a single vow,

You need to hear me out,

And they said speak now

The minute I heard him say “speak now or forever hold your peace”, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to stop this bloody joke right now. So I rushed to the church’s entrance, walking down the red carpet until I was in front of the couple. In front of him. He seemed surprised when our gazes mingled together, but it swiftly faded away, being replaced by tenderness. Only then his lips curled into a smile. Plus, in that moment, I didn’t care how crazy this was, I just went and linked our mouths together, fully aware of the horrified looks everyone was shooting at us. I couldn’t care less, though. 

I pulled away, locking my gaze on Dylan’s. Suddenly, it all felt right again, despite my awful bad timing. He gave me a reassuring look, squeezing my hand and making me feel unique, like he always did. Oh, damn you, O’Brien!

“Don’t this to me please.” I quietly begged, not bothering to understand Britt’s angry squeals. “I love you so much, Dyl.”

“And I love you, Y/N.” He then looked at everyone inside the church, his eyes apologetic. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t marry. Not when I love her. This was a huge mistake.”    

I hear the preacher say

‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’

There’s a silence, there’s my last chance,

I stand up with shaky hands

All eyes on me,

Horrified looks from everyone in the room

But I’m only looking at you

I never really believed in fairytales or happy endings. It just wasn’t my thing. However, from time to time, they do happen. And as I firmly intertwined Dylan’s slim fingers on mine, running far away from that dreadful scene, I was sure that I would never again doubt that true love existed. 

Not ever. 

And you’ll say” let’s run away now,

I’ll meet in the aisle in my tux by the back door

Baby, I did not see myself,

I’m glad you were around

When they said speak now

The Reunion

Per the lovely @illyriangoddess1‘s wishes, I have attempted to bring what was craved (short and sweet maybe?). The reunion between the Inner Circle after Rhys was freed…

I was reeling. My mate. Feyre was my mate. This changed everything.

I vanished from her sight, against all instinct, and winnowed to above the House of Wind, letting my wings out as I coasted to the balcony. I pushed open the balcony door hastily. Mor was in the kitchen holding a plate of fruit. “She’s my mate!” I all but shouted, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, causing me to forget all reason, the fact that I was seeing my cousin again for the first time in 50 years momentarily set aside.

Mor dropped the plate and it shattered, sending the coloured fruits scattering around the room. Her eyes had grown wide and her tanned skin, pale. “Rhys?” She whispered, not quite believing what she was seeing.

She took a tentative step forward and then sprinted across the floor and threw herself at me. I caught her in my arms and tucked her in. I breathed her scent in, as familiar to me as my own but something I had been missing for years. She was sobbing, my name was mixed in between her tears and gasping breaths.

“Mor, it’s okay. I’m here. It’s real. I’ve missed you. I’m sorry.”

She pulled back, not enough to leave my arms but enough to search my face, looking for any injuries. She grasped my face between her hands, “you’re not hurt? How did you get out? How are you here? I never thought I would see you again!” She released my face but hugged me again, hard, almost as though she was assuring herself that I was truly here.

I squeezed her to my chest. “I can’t believe I’m here again. It’s surreal. Thank you for taking care of our home. Thank you for never giving up, even when I did.”

She pulled away, out of my arms this time. “I need to know everything. Mate? Who? What happened?” She was trembling but I could see the strength I always knew she had, holding her together. She had never given up hope on me, on my return home. I could feel that she always expected me to come home, even on the hard days.

At that moment, two more scents swept into the room.

My brothers.

I turned to face them.

Azriel came forward and clasped my forearm just as I clasped his. “Welcome back, Rhys.” He gave me a significant smile, I suspected he was fully apprised of the events that led me back home already but showed nothing else in current company. I would likely be hearing more about my little trick 50 years ago from my Spymaster when we were alone.

Cassian on the other hand, looked murderous. He stalked towards me and I braced myself for it, I deserved it, whatever it was. I would take everything because he gave everything for me, for our Court.

“You’re a damned idiot, Rhys. How could you be so stupid? What were you thinking? Oh, that’s right. You weren’t. You were so caught up in your thirst for revenge that you didn’t think about us and what you left behind that it got you caught under a fucking mountain for 50 years!” He was roaring at this point.

I felt tears sliding down my face, but made no move to wipe them away.

“I thought you were dead or going to die if you hadn’t already. That silence was the worst thing I’ve ever heard. You were gone and there was nothing, nothing I could do to get you back.”

“Cass…” Mor moved towards him and placed a soothing hand on his forearm, concern marring her brow. The tears were openly flowing down his handsome rugged face.

Az had bowed his head, silent acquiescence.

I could feel my heart breaking, again, for what I had put my family through. I could feel how little I truly deserved them, now more than ever. I had imagined this reunion since I had been trapped and it was every bit as heartbreaking as I imagined. Facing them after my stupidity… I would try to make up for that pain for as long as I lived.

Cassian regained his composure and then he pulled me into a hug. He patted me roughly on the back and withdrew. “What I really mean to say is, welcome home ass. Don’t pull that shit again.”

I laughed and wiped my face free of tears. “It’s not something I wish to repeat anytime soon, believe me. I never thought I’d see you guys or Velaris again. It’s like I’m in a dream.”

Az smiled knowingly. “Well, I couldn’t let these two burn it down while you were away. There was always the chance you would get out.”

We all laughed at that and a few protests came from Mor.

‘Where’s Amren? Why isn’t she here crying at my feet now that I’ve returned?” I asked, trying to let the real me back into the world after having had to suppress everything I truly was for so long.

“You know how she is. I told her you had come back and she just shrugged and said she knew you would.” Az answered.

“I expect she’ll wait until there’s food and wine and then make an appearance.” Mor shrugged, the tension lifting from her shoulders.

“What do you take me for? A common dog begging for your scraps? We all know who the dogs of our circle are.” Amren sauntered into the room, a smirk plastered on her face.

I smiled broadly at my second who returned my smile and gave a slight dip of her head.

“Welcome back, High Lord. It’s about time you returned. I was growing weary of the lack of acceptable company.”

I laughed, “Remind me to buy you a gift to add to your collection as an apology for your boredom.”

“Ah, yes. I will never say no to your gifts, especially where apology is due. You have exquisite taste after all.”

Mor glared at Amren and opened her mouth to argue but I interrupted, mostly to save my home which I was very interested in getting reacquainted with, “I have a lot to tell you and we have a lot to do to prepare but first, I need a bath. I need to wash that place off of me for good. Then, let’s eat and we begin.”

Right On Time

Paring: Kraglin Obfonteri/Reader

Tags: female reader, soulmate au, soulmate marks, modern au, angst, fluff.

Summary: In a world where human beings have soulmates, not all people meet theirs, or even fall in love for one another. Reade’s a perfect example of the fruits of that labour. But one day, Reader wakes to see marks, and drawings appear on her arms, and across town and working two jobs, Kraglin Obfonteri has the same predicament.

Requested by: nonny ♥️

Word Count: 2,399

Posting Date:  2017-06-16

Current Date: 2017-06-16

Originally posted by peterudonta

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Stuck In The Middle With You

Imagine catching Dwalin staring at your breasts.

Dark waves shone in the lamplight as you dragged the thick bristles through your loose locks delicately. You admired the ripple of your hair as you sat hypnotized by the motion reflected in the mirror before you. It was a calming habit you had fallen into since the Mountain had been reclaimed. Upon the journey to Erebor, your hair had been left unkempt in favour of your axe as you tended to it every night with your whet stone. Now that there were no foe to swing your blade at, you needed less dangerous hobbies…and not just for your own sake.

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The Ultimate 80s Movie Soundtrack Playlist: TRACK LIST

i’m alright – kenny loggins [caddyshack]
magic – olivia newton-john [xanadu]
fame – irene cara [fame]
soul man – the blues brothers [the blues brothers]
9 to 5 – dolly parton [9 to 5]
lookin’ for love – johnny lee [urban cowboy]
let’s do something cheap and superficial – burt reynolds [smokey and the bandit 2]
xanadu – olivia newton-john and elo [xanadu]
everybody needs somebody – the blues brothers [the blues brothers]
out here on my own – irene cara [fame]
flash’s theme – queen [flash gordon]
for your eyes only – sheena easton [for your eyes only]
america – neil diamond [the jazz singer]
arthur’s theme (best that you can do) – christopher cross [arthur]
love on the rocks – neil diamond [the jazz singer]
blue lamp – stevie nicks [heavy metal]
open arms – journey [heavy metal and the last american virgin]
somebody’s baby – jackson browne [fast times at ridgemont high]
boys are back in town – the bus boys [48 hrs.]
eye of the tiger – survivor [rocky 3 and 4]
themes from e.t. the extra terrestrial – walter murphy [e.t. the extra terrestrial]
theme from tron – wendy carlos [tron]
long live the new flesh – howard shore [videodrome]
push it to the limit – paul engemann [scarface]
a million miles away – the plimsouls [valley girl]
love my way – the psychedelic furs [valley girl]
girls like me – bonnie hayes with the wild combo [valley girl]
i la la la love you – pat travers [valley girl]
get a job – the silhouettes [trading places, stand by me, joey and good morning, vietnam]
ain’t too proud to beg – the temptations [the big chill]
i heard it through the grapevine – marvin gaye [the big chill]
d.c. cab – peabo bryson [d.c. cab]
twist of fate – olivia newton-john [two of a kind]
the dream – irene cara [d.c. cab]
dr. detroit – devo [doctor detroit]
wild sex (in the working class) – oingo boingo [sixteen candles]
you’re the best around – joe esposito [the karate kid]
if you were here – thompson twins [sixteen candles]
almost paradise – mike reno and ann wilson [footloose]
together in electric dreams – philip oakey and giorgio moroder [electric dreams]
love light in flight – stevie wonder [the woman in red]
cleanin’ up the town – the bus boys [ghostbusters]
electric dreams – p.p. arnold [electric dreams]
body rock – maria vidal [body rock]
i just called to say i love you – stevie wonder [the woman in red]
one foot in front of the other – bone symphony [revenge of the nerds]
big bottom – spinal tap [this is spinal tap]
little bitch – the specials [sixteen candles]
beat street breakdown – grandmaster melle mel and the furious five [beat street]
if i ruled the world – kurtis blow [krush groove]
love theme from st. elmo’s fire – david foster [st. elmo’s fire]
separate lives – phil collins and marilyn martin [white nights]
only the young – journey [vision quest]
to live and die in l.a. – wang chung [to live and die in l.a.]
burning heart – survivor [rocky 4]
say you, say me – lionel richie [white nights]
hearts on fire – john cafferty [rocky 4]
fire in the twilight – wang chung [the breakfast club]
back in time – huey lewis and the news [back to the future]
gambler – madonna [vision quest]
no secrets – van stephenson [secret admirer]
the glow (extended version) – willie hutch [the last dragon]
eight arms to hold you – goon squad [the goonies]
dancing in heaven (orbital be-bop) – q-feel [girls just wanna have fun]
hard way – brock & davis [just one of the guys]
heart too hot to hold – jesse johnson and stephanie spruill [the breakfast club]
we don’t need another hero (thunderdome) – tina turner [mad max beyond thunderdome]
young & innocent – elefante [st. elmo’s fire]
good enough (dance remix) – cyndi lauper [the goonies]
dancing in the streets – animotion [girls just wanna have fun]
the last dragon theme – dwight david [the last dragon]
stand by me – ben e. king [stand by me]
you’ve lost that lovin’ feelin’ – the righteous brothers [top gun]
if you leave – omd [pretty in pink]
absolute beginners – david bowie [absolute beginners]
take my breath away – berlin [top gun]
lollipop – the chordettes [stand by me]
come go with me – the del vikings [stand by me]
please, please, please let me get what i want – the smiths [pretty in pink]
beat city – the flowerpot men [ferris bueller’s day off]
do wot you do – inxs [pretty in pink]
pretty in pink ‘86 – the psychedelic furs [pretty in pink]
but not tonight (robert margouleff extended remix) – depeche mode [modern girls]
magic dance – david bowie [labyrinth]
danger zone – kenny loggins [top gun]
feel the heat – jean beauvoir [cobra]
no promises – icehouse [modern girls]
cry little sister – gerard mcmann [the lost boys]
lost in the shadows – lou gramm [the lost boys]
slice of heaven – dave dobbyn and herbs [footrot flats: the dog’s tale]
i go crazy – flesh for lulu [some kind of wonderful]
miss amanda jones – the march violets [some kind of wonderful]
people are strange – echo and the bunnymen [the lost boys]
she’s like the wind ft. wendy frazer – patrick swayze [dirty dancing]
hypnotize me (innerspace mix) – wang chung [innerspace]
turn to the sky – the march violets [some kind of wonderful]
hungry eyes – eric carmen [dirty dancing]
i get around – the beach boys [good morning, vietnam and look who’s talking]
nowhere to run – martha reeves and the vandellas [good morning vietnam]
do you love me – the contours [dirty dancing]
i still believe – tim cappello [the lost boys]
meet me half way – kenny loggins [over the top]
colors – ice t [colors]
coming to america – the system [coming to america]
get outta my dreams, get into my car – billy ocean [license to drive]
cult of personality – living colour [say anything…]
in your eyes – peter gabriel [say anything…]
after all – peter cetera and cher [chances are]
birthday suit – johnny kemp [sing]

duration: over 7 hours if played nonstop.

*ghostbusters by ray parker jr., i’ve had the time of my life by bill medley and jennifer warnes, (don’t you) forget about me by simple minds and the power of love by huey lewis and the news are in DIFFERENT PLAYLISTS. I didn’t add them because I  I wanted to add songs that I didn’t have in other playlists. You would have to go to my past ones to look out for them.
*also, all things considered, there should be EXACTLY 110 songs in this playlist, which is also one of my ultimate playlists. If you experience any problems or hiccups of any kind, PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO CONTACT ME. I will take care of them accordingly.


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anonymous asked:

RFA+Saeran+V reaction to MC who's originally from a cold country (like Finland, Norway etc) , has that classic blond hair blue eyes scandinavian look and just isnt bothered by cold? Like there could be a snow storm outside and shes walking around the house with only a tshirt on complaining shes hot and when everyone else is freezing outside shes walking around with her jacket open complaining shes sweating? Love your blog so much thank you for all the good work and have happy holidays!!! <3

A/N: Anon, are you like this??? ‘Cause I’m like this, 500%, 11/10, we can play in the rain in shorts, let’s go ~Admin 404


(I added the blonde hair and blue eyes but switched it up with a few different things to keep the ball rolling, hope you don’t mind! ^^;;;;)



           -The first time he saw you, he was ecstatic!! You have blonde hair just like him!! Was it bleached???

           -IT’S NOT BLEACHED? OMG Y E S

           -He was so excited!!! He loves it!!! You’re so pretty!!

           -One day, while playing LOLOL, he was completely bundled in every blanket in the house, because it was so cold!!!

           -When he saw you come home in a t-shirt and some shorts though, he was speechless

           -??? Aren’t you cold?? COME HERE MC, I’LL SHARE MY BLANKETS

           -You tell him that the cold just doesn’t bother you because where you’re from

           - cue confused yoosung


           -Once you told him you were from Finland, he had you describe the place in extreme detail! What does it look like? Is it always cold? How cold? Does that mean I don’t have to share my blankets with you??? Can you keep me warm pls mc


           -The Bright Coloured Eyes Squad ™

           -The moment he met you in person, he just HAD to know where you were from!!

           -Not only because he wanted to know everything about you, but because your eyes and blonde hair were amazing!!

           -You both have light hair and bright coloured eyes!!! He’s so excited!!!

           -One day, near Christmas, he planned to take you out to watch the town’s Christmas tree light up

           -Where was your jacket?? Did you forget it??? MC WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING

           -So, being the gentleman he is, he took his off and tried to wrap it around you

           -When you refused, he was extremely confused?? Like, aren’t you cold? We’ve been standing outside for a very long time MC how are you not completely frozen

           -You told him that you just don’t get cold because you grew up in Norway! It’s okay! Please take your coat back so you don’t get cold, Zen!

           -He remembered you telling him that, but, he still worries!! Looks for absolutely any sign that you’re cold so he can warm you up!! come on MC, throw him a bone, pretend to be cold and wear his jacket




           -Hey MC read this document out loud to me just…to see if there’s any mistakes, yeah, let’s go with that

           -She visited your house one winter day, where the temperature was extremely low

           -Expected to walk into a nice, warm house, away from the harsh winter winds!


           -She had to put on an extra jacket of yours, not to mention wrap herself up in about three of your blankets

           -But you?? You were in a sun dress? MC it’S WINTER WHAT IS HAPPENING

           -She quickly realized that growing up in such a cold place conditions you to be okay in the cold!!! That explains why you’re always complaining about the heat when she has the heater on!

           -Completely respects it and doesn’t ask you to turn on the heater just for her but you do anyway because you’re not about to let baehee just freeze on your couch


           -Not only did he have the information on you from Saeyoung, but he has Jaeehee do a background check as well

           -So it didn’t come as a surprise when he heard your Swedish accent or saw your bright blonde hair the first time the two of you met

           -He took the liberty of studying up on Swedish culture and learned many things about the country

           -Was not prepared for how cold it usually is there, however

           -So, during a snow storm, when you ran outside in nothing but some shorts and a tank top not even shoES, MC, YOU’RE GONNA GET SICK

           -P A N I C


           -You never wear the huge winter jackets he buys you!!!! Why!!!

           -Instead of asking you himself, in fear of offending you, he had to have Jaehee explain to him that, you just aren’t that cold because you grew up in Norrland, which is the colder part of Sweden

           -FEELS LIKLE AN IDIOT, but won’t tell you that. From then on, he’ll let you wear whatever you want in the snow so long as you agree to put on shoes because!!! Just because you aren’t cold doesn’t mean you can’t still get sick!!!!




           -Because of the background check, he knows that you grew up in Denmark

           -He’s a pretty smart guy! He knows the climate of Denmark, so he was prepared

           - buys a ton of blankets to cover himself with

           -He lets you turn down the thermostat because he’d rather you be comfortable than him!!

           -Still tries to offer you his hoodie though- IT’S THE RIGHT THING TO DO MC

           -Tries to condition himself into not being cold often, so he can run outside and stay out as long as you can!!

           -Doesn’t work out very well though, but at least he tried

           -You decide that you can live with the heat every now and then and cuddle close under the blankets for hours just to please him


           -Every time there’s a rain storm, it gets cold and there’s heavy rain

           -Yet, you’re always outside???

           -IN SUMMER CLOTHES????


           -He’s travelled a lot for photography, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he’s visited Estonia winter aesthetic photos

           -Remembers that it’s very cold, for a very long time!

           -Also remembers that, hey, wait, that’s where MC grew up

           -You still have to remind him every now and again that you’re completely fine in the cold! Please let me go play in the rain!!! I promise I’ll wear boots this time!!!

           -Can’t say no to you because you’re so cute!!!

           - plans a trip to your home town because thE BEAUTIFUL AESTHETICS!!!


           -Accent accent accent ruSSIAN ACCENT



           -When the two of you go for walks in the winter, you put on winter clothes because you don’t want him to be uncomfortable

           -He doesn’t like the weird stares you get because you’re in shorts when it’s snowing

           - not to mention all of the pervs that check you out in those shorts back off my mc you vulture

           -But you were dying from the heat? You had to keep fanning yourself and kept tugging at your shirt to try and stop your sweating

           -You didn’t even have that thick of a jacket on!!

           -“What is your problem, MC”

           -He’ll let you go without a jacket, hoping it’ll help you cool off some, but he’s still concerned that you’ll freeze, and makes sure the two of you aren’t outside for long periods of time without your coat

“There’s so many things I wanted to say to you,” she says,

“I swore to myself that if I ever saw you again I’d tell you how you hurt me. I’d tell you all about the sleepless nights, the pillows full of tears, the drugs I took to help me forget the colour of your eyes. I went over and over and over how this moment was supposed to go. I was supposed to tell you how much you broke my heart and you was supposed to apologise, run your fingers through my hair and promise me we’d make it this time.

He took a deep breath, “Perhaps something’s are just better left unsaid.
—  Excerpts of a book I’ll never write

in my kindergarten art class, sunlight dripped through
fingerpaint-coloured windows. i learnt the primaries:
red, blue, yellow. i could make the whole rainbow
out of three colours.

i was older when i started telling myself that i only
looked at the female anatomical models for reference.
i had so much experience dressing quickly,
and keeping my eyes on the ground in the locker room,
but this girl… made me understand why they say
“pretty as a painting”. you can’t touch museum art.
we have the same lotion - it smells better on her,
it makes me think of cookies and old paris cafes,
where the great painters had lunch.

the colour palette i bring from home is so dark
but she makes me lean towards romanticism.
i can’t draw a straight line anymore, but that’s okay:
her hair is naturally curly. a boy called her weird yesterday,
and i wanted to tell her that i have spent hours
practicing shading to recreate the light in her eyes,
but that would make it obvious that i’ve been staring.
you’re not supposed to look at your friends like that.

our teacher says the colour maker diesbach
tried to make a perfect red and created ultramarine,
in a time when ultramarine paint was worth more than gold,
he added animal blood to his flask and out burst blue,
worth more than gold! i wanted vermillion like romeo,
ruby as sunset, flash, lipstick, scarlet forget-me-not kisses!
i would give blood to my brush for her to blush at me
in that shade, i would take cobalt as the new sky,
azure as cornflower, schoolgirl skirt navy hiding held hands,
or even yellow sunflower petals, dutch painters whispering,
“she loves me, she loves me, she loves me”.

our teacher didn’t tell us that the creation of prussian blue
led to the isolation of cyanide, i can’t breathe without
turning into poison from appleseeds and seeping through
junior high gym floorboards when you watch your best friend
dance with boys who will never be you. i always liked
friendship bracelets more than promise rings. my
middle school diaries are filled with girls, like a pickpocket
sketching the hope diamond, i’ve been lining my coat
with stolen glances. i don’t have a partner in crime to
keep me warm.

i know the signs. the teaching assistant, a nice junior
who comes to school with cherry eyes every time
her lab partner gets a new boyfriend. throw over your men!
my history professor and her roommate of fifteen years.
i say, “someone in another time will remember us.”

i want to be five years old, mixing all the colours
until i get the dark brown of her monet shoulder freckles,
and you give a valentine to everyone in class.

I found his jumper part 9|| D.H.

First Part, Second Part, Third Part, Fourth Part, Fifth Part, Sixth Part, Seventh Part, Eighth Part

A/N: Hello! I don’t know why but I felt a bit off while writing this. I really hope it didn’t turn out bad. I would also like to give a little shout out to @dan-philxreader-fics because of the super sweet message I got. 

Word Count: 1.8k


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“I still can’t believe it! You and assf-Dan?!” Hayley corrected herself after I had shot her a warning look. She was sprawled out on my bed, her green hair as bright as ever. I had just told her the full story without leaving out any details. Hayley had insisted on me starting at kindergarten, so I did.

It was obviously a bit hard for her to believe that I was talking about the same Dan she knew as fuckboy and jock. During my story she had to interrupt me a few times just to shout ‘Dan did that?!’ or 'He said what?!’. We had spend most of the afternoon just talking about me and him although I had actually planned to prepare for my date.

“Can you help me pick an outfit now, please?” I whined, looking at my wardrobe in frustration. I had to be ready for my first date with Dan in less than two hours and yet I still stood in front of my closet in my underwear. He didn’t even tell me where he was taking me so it was even harder to pick out the right outfit. Normally I wouldn’t make such a big deal out of something like this, but today I was kinda nervous. I didn’t want to overdress nor underdress. In the end I chose something in the middle, not too fancy and not too casual. I had to show Hayley 7 different outfits before we found the right one.

“Are you ready?” Hayley asked me five minutes before Dan would pick me up.

I swallowed hard while fumbling around with the necklace I was wearing.

“I’m just a bit nervous.” I admitted with a worried look at the clock. He’d be there any minute.

“C'mon Rose. There is nothing to stress about. From what I can tell Dan is completely crazy about you. It will be just fine.” my best friend assured me just as there was a knock on the door.

Hayley shot me one last smile before I headed to open the door. As I entered the living room I came to see that somebody had been quicker than me. Charlotte had let Dan in already.

“It’s not too late to take me out instead of her, you know.” I could clearly hear her offer. She twirled her hair around her finger and tried to sound extra seductive. That was another low point even for Charlotte. The urge to shout at her or rip her head off was stronger than ever.

'Hayley would have punched her.’ I thought to myself as I tried to calm myself down.

Gladly Dan didn’t seem were intrigued by her act. He uncomfortably scratched the back of his head.

“I’ll wait for Rose, thank you.” he answered her while his eyes were scanning the room. I internally smiled at his answer, completely forgetting my anger at the same time. As soon as Dan spotted me has face immediately glowed up.

“Ah there you are!” he happily exclaimed, scaring Charlotte with his sudden outburst.

I quickly waved at him while my eyes were scanning his body. He was wearing black skinny jeans like always paired with a dark leather jacket. Honestly he looked absolutely stunning. Seeing him like this made black my new favourite colour.  

“I’ll take over now. Thanks for answering the door.” I told Charlotte with a faked sugar sweet smile. She glared at the ground before she finally trotted back to her room in defeat. I heard her mumble something under her breath but I decided to just let it go and concentrate on Dan.

“Hi, rosy cheeks.” Dan greeted me softly and I immediately blushed at the nickname.

I gulped out a shy 'hi’ in return, making him laugh.

He took my hand in his and lead me outside to where his car was parked. I shot him a confused look as he pulled his keys from his pocket. I had assumed that we would just have dinner at a restaurant in town or watch a movie. We wouldn’t need a car for that since town was easy to reach by foot.

Trying to be the perfect gentleman Dan opened the door to his car for me. I got in, already filled with curiosity and excitement.

“I didn’t think our date would start with Charlotte trying to steal me from you. I’m sorry I -” Dan started to ramble before starting the engine.

“It’s not your fault. She’s just- I’m glad you denied her offer and chose me.” I said with a little laugh.  

“Rose, don’t be stupid. I’d choose you over everybody.” he answered, proving once again that Hayley was right. Dan was crazy about me.

He pulled his gaze from my body and grabbed the leathery steering wheel before pulling out of the parking spot. It was 6 in the afternoon on a late September day. Fall had arrived, but it wasn’t freezing cold outside yet. I alternated between mindlessly gazing out of the window and staring at Dan. He looked hot when he was driving. I remembered the time he got his diver’s licence during High School and girls went crazy over it.

After a 10 minutes drive we joined the motorway and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Dan where are we going?” I blurted out louder than I had planned to.

He just laughed and shook his head.

“I’m not telling you. I know how much you love surprises.” he teased and I stuck out my tongue at him in response.

“I only love surprises if my curiosity is not killing me before I get to see them.” I pouted, making another throaty laugh escape his mouth.    

After an hour of driving, talking and listening to music we still hadn’t arrived at whatever place Dan was taking me to. I didn’t mind though. I loved long car rides and we had enough time to catch up on all the things we missed out on because we were too busy hating on each other. It was nice to have Dan back. It was so easy to talk to him. My shyness and nervousness were gone in an instance.

“Are we there, yet?” I jokingly asked, after 2 hours of driving.

Dan was just about to answer as I started to recognize the highway streets and the street signs suddenly spoke of familiar places.

“Oh my god, no way. Dan!” I shouted, basically pressing my face against the window. My nose touched the cold glass as I stared at my home town in front of the car’s window.

“Surprise.” Dan chuckled, looking at my startled face with an amused grin.

After 2 and a half hours we had finally arrived and Dan parked his car between my childhood home and his. It brought back a lot of memories and coming here again with him meant a lot.

“I can’t believe you drove me back here on our first date.” I exclaimed as we both got out of the car. I looked around with wide eyes. Everything obviously still looked the same. It hadn’t been that long since I left for university, but I missed this place. Dan took my hand in his again, but instead of leading me to one of our houses to greet our parents, he walked off into another direction.

“Dan what -” I was about to ask as I realized that he was guiding me towards the forest we used to play in all summer when we were younger. My heart was jumping with delight as we returned to this place together. We walked next to each other closely. The leaves had already changed colour and twigs were cracking underneath our feet.

After ten minutes of walking next to each other we reached our old tree house. The wood it was made out of looked a little rotten already and it was hidden behind wild plants, but besides that it still looked the same.

“Do you remember the time we slept in the tree house?” Dan asked me as we stopped in front of it.

“Convincing my mum to allow me to sleep there took forever.” I laughed, remembering the huge amount of pleas and puppy dog eyes it took me to make her say yes.

“I also remember that a certain someone got pretty scared during the night.” Dan said teasingly and nudged me with his elbow.

“That certain someone was you Dan.” I reminded him with a giggle, making him blush.

“Oh yeah, you are right.” he mumbled and looked away in embarrassment.

“Aw look who is blushing now. I honestly thought you were pretty cute especially when you crawled into my sleeping bag.” I told him with a big smile.

We had ended up spending the whole night in the same sleeping bag because some strange noise scared the the living hell out of Dan. I had gone camping with my parents a lot so I wasn’t scared at all.

We didn’t dare to climb up the tree house in case the old wood would crush under our weight. Instead we kept walking until we reached a huge field.

In the middle of it was a little hill, our hill. It was already quite dark outside, but the moon was nearly full and one could see a lot of stars. Hand in hand, Dan and I made our way through the knee high grass. We sat down on top of the hill, just like we used to when we were kids.

“Thank you.” I whispered overwhelmed by all of this.

“I thought it would be a good idea. You know? I’d like to rewrite the story that is us. The last time we were here I held your hand and you realized that you have feelings for me.”

In the same moment he said that he intertwined our fingers.

“Let’s be what we could have been back then now. I got a second chance and I promise I won’t screw it up. I really want to make us work. I promise to do everything to make you happy, Rose.”  

And with that being said I kissed him as if it would seal his promise. The butterflies were back and I couldn’t think straight anymore. I felt like I was in a daze. His lips moved against mine in a slow rhythm at first. Dan’s hands were holding onto my waist as he was pulling me closer. I tangled my fingers in his brown hair, while his tongue brushed my bottom lip. His tall figure felt warm against my body, but that wasn’t the only reason why I was dying to be as close to him as possible. My heart was racing and my mind went completely blank as Dan’s lips began moving faster and more needily against mine.

I liked this story a lot more already.

Don’t Even Think About It! (Edward Nygma x Reader)

Originally posted by kvintessenciya

Edward nygma x reader where she confesses to him drunk infront of everyone in GCPD and everyone there knows she won’t remember she did. (I’ll leave it up to you on what will happen and how it will end)

“Remember to keep those files in alphabetical order,” reminded the officer before closing the door. As record keeper, it’s my duty to file everything and double to triple check to make sure every single file is placed neatly in each cabinet until my shift is done. Unfortunately today, some douchebag thought it would be okay to mess everything up.

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You can tell me to move on and to forget about you, but how am I supposed to forget you when I still hear the things you used to say to me. I think of you when I wear the colour white, because you said it was your favourite. I think of you every time I hear someone mention ‘love’. I think of you every time I’m alone in the middle of the night, crying until my eyes burn. I think of you when I walk the halls at school to see people our age together. I think of you all the time, even when I’m busy. It hurts because all I do is think about you, but I know I’m the last one on your mind.
—  The end of me

Fic: “And Remember Me” (Twelfth Doctor POV, Whouffaldi)

Title: And Remember Me
Author: faithfulviewer
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald
Pairings: Twelve/Clara (Whouffaldi)
Chapter: 1. Fly
Summary: “Sometimes I can see a tiny detail shine through the fog, and remember something about Clara Oswald I thought I had forgotten forever. I decided to record all these little memories of Clara in this book as I remember them. This way, even if I forget these memories again, I can still read them and know that they’ve been real. So that next time I’ll meet Clara maybe, maybe, I’ll be able to recognize her.”
Genre: Friendship, Romance, Introspection, General.
Rating: K (All Ages)

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