wait i hope that does not catch on

I love you on a Monday
When the world is too busy hating
When the office is too noisy preparing
My hearts does a somersault knowing you’ll be there waiting
And as I jump out of the car running late,
I love you in between adrenaline rates
I love you on a Monday date

I love you on a Tuesday
As I catch a glimpse of you working
On a requirement due an hour of submitting
I would walk up to you hoping
That you would look up noticing
That despite the colors from an artwork you’re painting
The static from my eyes are still more electrifying
Because yours do
And always will
I love you on a Tuesday

I love you on a Wednesday
When twenty minutes of break feels like seconds
When your smiles feel like weapons
And every word is a powerful opinion
That targets my heart in every direction
Every joke is a doorway
Every moment is on replay
Going home late was suddenly okay
I love you more on a Wednesday

I love you on a Thursday
When I ramble about books and comments
And you don’t care about my looks and nonsense
When you remind me of today’s contents
Of happiness, songs, movies, and events
I suddenly wish I have the power to prevent
The curtains from closing this extent
The hours ending from today,
Your hands on mine promising ‘someday’
And when we reach the finish line of today’s raceway,
Remember that I love you on a Thursday

I love you on a Friday
When everyone is busy planning their night
And me hoping everything is alright
As you walk towards my desk in sight,
As my heart beats faster when you meet the light
From the room’s window where I write
My heart elevates on every flight
Up there it goes beyond my height
But there you go,
You skipped my place
Moving your way towards a girl in lace
My heart fell as you embrace
“Where did I go wrong?” I asked the empty space
I love you on a Friday’s lonely night case

I love you on a Saturday
When I gracefully tell myself not to talk to you again
When I constantly remind myself I am not your gem
You messaged me then
Saying you had a great weekend
And I love you so much it hurts
The pain gets worse
As I grip tightly at the hem of my shirt
“I’m happy for you”, I silently blurt
Please don’t drift away
Please don’t be another soon-to-end holiday
Not another visitor on a railway
I love you so much on a Saturday

I love you on a Sunday
As you take her hand and introduce her
As my heart beats slow down and blur
When her eyes are what you prefer
And I am nothing as I infer
Only, I know better
That loving you wasn’t guaranteed to be an open airway
Nor was it just an easy hundred-word essay
It was meeting you halfway
It was shards of glass on the highway
It was sacrificing you away
It was already seeing dismay
Yet going for it anyways
I love you not only on the weekdays
Nor do I love you only on Saturdays and Sundays
For I love you and when I do,
I love you every day.

anonymous asked:

in my language "likewise" was translated like "me too" so it's understands like Lena loves Kara as well (i was dead OMFG!!!) but people are talking about the meaning like Lena knows that Kara love her or she saying Kara love Mon as well, so now i am confused what's "likewise" really means?

Ah yes! The debate of the week, yeah?

There are multiple synonymous words and phrases for likewise. Some include me too, same here, also, as well – just to name a few. So I think in the case of this specific dialogue, due to these similar phrases, it is able to be interpreted in multiple ways which is where the speculation lies. Breaking it down using the phrases I mentioned (option A)( option B):

Mon-El: I understand why Kara loves you.
Lena: Me too
(Same here; I do also; I do as well).

So with any of the above statements, it is understandable for people to interpret it as either I love her too (option A) or I also understand why she loves me (option B). The latter, as I theorized a few days back could have been a little joke from Lena whom at that point was feeling pretty confident because of what she was doing on the ship. So in a manner “Yeah, I get why she loves me too. I just unlocked a door with a tiara… I’m a genius. And Kara loves me. And I know this. Because I’m a genius.” (I’ll stop).

Concurrently, when some use the word likewise when accepting and returning a compliment, they quite often mean it in a way of ‘same to you.’ In that case, ‘me too’ or ‘same here’ don’t work. For example:

Person A: Hey, you’re pretty good at this.
Person B: Likewise (in other words, back at ya!).

So in the case of Mon-El and Lena (option C):

Mon-El: I understand why Kara loves you.
Lena: Same to you.

Now many are agreeing that it seemed odd for Lena to be complimentary at this point due to her behavior the whole time on the ship. She was sassy/sarcastic, standoffish, annoyed, etc. In other words 50,000% done.

For example, when interacting exclusively with Mon-El, when she shot the guard, he awkwardly/comically thanked her, but what can be easily missed is that she rolled her eyes as she turned to walk away and waited for him to catch up.

When she instructed him to break the panel and he responded in confusion and uncertainty:

Her face, tone and actions wouldn’t necessarily point to her complimenting him mere moments later so that is where the doubt comes in.

So at this point, I think for most, it is between either option A or option B, in the way it is possibly being read. Though I think a great deal of us are hoping this was a confirmation of Lena saying she also loves Kara. It also helps that Katie did express in her interview from yesterday, that Lena does, indeed love her. So I think that has even more leaning in that direction. I’m convinced.


So I wrote this fanfiction about a week ago, but I wanted to wait to read the new chapter to add the final details. However, yesterday I was too shocked to write anything, and I finished this today. Hope you like it. This is basically Touken’s journey from Kaneki’s POV. You can also read it here.

Summary: Touka is not the first girl Kaneki likes, but she’s the first girl he loves.


Touka is not the first girl that Kaneki likes. She is definitely not the first one to catch his interest. There were others before her. He does think she’s cute when Hide points to her at the coffee shop, so long ago it seems like centuries have passed. But, although she is attractive, he has his eyes set on another girl, who unknowingly sets his life spiraling towards the path of tragedy.

Kamishiro Rize is both beautiful and smart. And she likes the same books as Kaneki does. Not to mention, she accepts going on a date with him. Kaneki is not hopeless anymore. And he thinks this could be the start of something new, until she corners him on an empty alley and tries to eat him.

His life changes forever.

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~Hamilton Fanfic Prompts~

Okay, so I’m going to take requests for the hamilsquad(and TJEFF’s group) and the hamilcast. I’m going to put a list of prompts/ideas. If you want a certain prompt/idea for a certain person comment the number with the person’s name. Also, there will most likely be cussing. Just saying.

I will mark the ones that have been done, but feel free to request them again!

1. “You have got to be shitting me.”
2. “Why did you have to be a smart person?!”
3. “Why in the hell are you drinking at this hour?!”
4. “Awesome……Wow……..”
5. “Take a break dammit!”
6. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
7. “Why are you being so nice to someone like me?”
8. “Dueling is stupid.”
9. “Does Jefferson know?”
10. “Damn, I’d tap that!”
11. “Why is school so boring?”
12. “Je t'aime….”
13. “How did you manage to be this stupid?”
14. “Your hair is so soft!”
15. “Is that even a sport?”
16. “What are you writing about?”
17. “Why do you always stay up so late?”
18. “That’s a stupid rule.”
19. “How are you so pretty?”
20. “What the in the hell are you wearing?!”
21. “How long are we going to be here?”
22. “This is why I love you.”
23. “Stop running so fast!”
24. “Can we keep it?”
25. “Why is that ‘thing’ in my room?”
26. “You are so adorable!”
27. “I’m dying of blood loss…”
28. “We can’t tell my brother!”
29. “It’s not on the lines!”
30. Why do you always have to gang up on me?“
31. "How is your hair better than mine?”
32. “You wanna go!?”
33. “What are you even saying?”
34. “Do that again.”
35. “Hold me back!”
36. “How are you so tall?”
37. “Sharpen my pencil!”
38. “Why are you so serious all the time?”
39. “Nothing’s more contagious than laughter!”
40. “Fuck, these are my only clothes!”
41. “Are those my clothes?”
42. “Don’t touch that!”
43. “Not in that drawer!”
44. “We ate that yesterday!”
45. “My life is ruined…”
46. “Kill me now.”
47. “Don’t just stand there!”
48. “Help me up asshole!”
49. “Just kiss me already!”
50. “I didn’t want you to say goodbye.”
51. “I’ll show you…”
52. “Can you even talk? You’re always so quiet.”
53. “Who are you?”
54. “I’ll show you where my shoe fits!”
55. “Don’t tell me to shut up!”
56. “Don’t you dare touch me!”
57. “I can’t see anything…”
58. “What do you mean you’re from the 19th century?”
59. “I can’t believe I did that…”
60. “Could you kindly get the fuck away from me for a moment?”
61. “What in the hell did you write that for?”
62. “Can you not touch me there please?”
63. “Women have rights too!”
64. “I’m a dead girl walking!”
65. “This is seriously the best play I’ve ever seen!”
66. “Don’t you know how to clean?”
67. “What’s an anime?”
68. “There is so much to teach you.”
69. “Why so flirty all of a sudden?”
70. “Why that song and why right now?”
71. “What kind of snack is that?
72. "Put a shirt on!”
73. “I would bear your children if only you’d let me!”
74. “Are you gonna help me with this or what?”
75. “Pick up all this garbage!”
76. “Is that the best you can do?”
77. “Why are you not wearing any pants!?”
78. “Can you please shut the hell up?!”
79. “We always eat that!”
80. “Happy birthday! Wait it was last week? Happy late birthday!”
81. “Now is the time to stand!”
82. “Why are we debating about this when I’m obviously right?”

83. “There’s basically nothing in the fridge…”
84. “You’re nothing without ____ behind you…”
85. “I’m cracking under all this stress!”
86. “_____, my first friend. My Enemy.”
87. “What is that red stuff on your hands?”
88. “The emperor has no clothes…”
89. “I want to give you a word of warning.”
90. “I don’t know what you heard, but whatever it is ___ started it!”

91. “You can finally speak your mind!”
92. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-OKAY that’s it!”
93. “Everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree.”
94. “One last time…”
95. “I may have committed many errors…”
96. “The ever-favorite object of my heart.”
97. “I’m going home!”
98. “Say goodbye…”
99. “What the hell does P.F.U.D.O.R. stand for?”
100. “He’s just a friend!”
101. “I wasn’t aware that was something a person could do…”
102. “I know him!”
103. “They all look small…”
104. “President ____. Yeah right, like that will happen!”
105. “What is this?!”
106. “You don’t even know what you’re asking me to confess!”
107. “Unless……”
108. “Um…..Yes?”
109. “At least my papers are orderly!”
110. “Rumors only grow…”
111. “Why is it so quiet?”
112. “I wrote ____ love letters until they fell.”
113. “I can’t seem to die.”
114. “Wait for it!”
115. “That’s one less thing to worry about!”
116. “I’m not here for you!”
117. “God, I hope you’re satisfied!”
118. “Have you read this?”
119. “Be careful with that one love…”
120. “You brought this girl into our bed!”
121. “You’ll catch flies.”
122. “Leave me alone!”
123. “Go away!”
124. “Excuse me!”
125. “Service the customers!”
126. “I’m about to pee on myself! Stop!”
127. “What in the heck kinda app is that?!”
128. “Is that velvet?”
129. “Does your hair smell good?”
130. “Just blowing off some steam.”
131. “I touched the butt…”
132. “What the hell is a weenis?!”
133. “I’m ready, let’s go!”
134. “There’s too much snow!”
135. “Let’s build a lego house!”

You can also give me your own prompt as long as it’s only a one sentence prompt. Please request I’m really bad at coming up with ideas!

Just once Part 3 // SHAWN MENDES

So this is dedicated to that one anon that kept requesting a happy part 3 all in capitals to Just Once :)

“God I’m so not okay,” I whisper to myself as I turn away, finally letting the first tear fall. That was the second biggest mistake I’ve made in my life, letting him walk away from me. The first was not fighting for him.

The constant knocking on the front door took my aĝttention away from the TV. Standing up I walk down the hall to where the knocking still continues. 

“Coming,” I shout. Sammy was out doing the grocery shopping so I presumed it was just her returning and she forgot to bring her key up with her. When I swing the door open however, instead of seeing the sight of my blonde best friend, I’m met with the sight of my brunette ex. 

“Shawn,” I whisper, moving to quickly shut the door, slamming it shut, pressing my back against it. I didn’t want to hear his I hope you’re happy because I am speech. 

“Y/n, please, open the door. I just want to talk,” He asks, his voice raspy. 

“I don’t think Jess would be happy with you visiting you ex girlfriend,” I say, the worlds tasting bitter on my tongue. 

“Dammit Y/n, Fuck Jessica. The guys set me up with her because all I had been doing since you broke up with me was hibernating on the stupid couch. Now please, will you let me in?”

I pause before opening the door meeting Shawn’s weary eyes. His arm rests on the door frame, the same olive shirt as last night clinging to his upper body. We stare at each for a moment, both us not knowing where to start.

I clear my throat before saying “Do you want to come in? Sammy’s out shopping, she won’t be back for a while so..” I trail off, moving to the side to let him in. He walks past, his arm gently brushing mine that leaves a trail of sparks in its wake. 

I turn away to close the door but as soon as its shut I’m shoved against the door, chest pressed against Shawn’s.

“God I missed you,” Shawn murmurs, his nose trailing along my neck, his hair tickling my cheek. Both his hand hold my arms tight against the wood of the door.

“Shawn,” I try to say but it comes out in a whisper. He lets my hands go, instead finding their way to hold my face as his lips press against mine hastily as if there was not enough time. 

Without thinking my hands find his hair, putting in as much effort to this kiss as he was. I missed this, I missed him. It felt as if nothing had happened and it was just Shawn and I as we were before.

“I”m so sorry, baby,” Shawn whispers pulling away. I meet his eyes, filled with sorrow and regret. “So sorry,” He says again, tone soft as if to not scare me away.

“I freaking hate you for making me feel this way,” I say, shoving him of me to just push him against the wall opposite the door, pressing my lips to his again. “I missed you too,” I say pulling away for a second before kissing his jaw. 

“I’m so sorry I forgot your graduation, I swear I though it was the 12th not the 11th,” He says, breaths labored from my lips against his neck.

“I was just pissed that you always seemed to miss the important events in my life,”

“I know… I know,” He says arms resting around waist, hands rubbing my hips through my shirt. “I realized that after you broke up with me that I had been too focused on work. Before you there only was work,” His hand reaches up to brush a piece of hair behind my ear.

“These past 3 weeks were the worst of my life,” His nose brushed against mine. “I didn’t want to go out unless you were with me. I didn’t want to write, shit I didn’t even want to play the guitar. I need you and if you give me one more chance, I swear, every day from here on, I will be devoted to our relationship and making sure that whatever you have planned will come first, any event. Even if it was you going to have a shower, I’ll be there,” he says determinedly, making me giggle. “You first, work second.” He kisses me quickly. 

“I’m sorry I was so harsh on you,” I whisper, my hand brushing his cheek softly. “Breaking up was the worst for me too. Seeing you with Jess, that hurt a lot. Made me realise what a fool I was for not trying to make our relationship work,”

“So what do you say? Want to try and fix us?” Shawn asks looking hopeful.

“Pretty sure its achievable,” I say, a slight smirk on my face.  

“Yes!” Shawn says, making me laugh. “Gosh I love you,” he says kissing me again.

“Wait, wait, can we take this slow? I want to make sure that we don’t make the same mistakes as last time,” I say hesitantly.

“Does that mean no more I love you’s?” He says frowning.

“I..” I trail off. He grins at me, leaning in till his lips are pressed against my ear. 

“I love you,” he whispers, breath tickling my neck.

“I love you’s work,” I say quickly, breath catching in my throat. Shawn laughs. 

“Want to go watch some TV?” Shawn asks grabbing my hand and pulling me to the lounge room. “We can hibernate on the couch together,”


Sorry if it is short but I didn’t really know how to make it longer, you know what I mean? I feel like it is enough! Hope you like it xx

Y/N looked up, on her tip toes trying to catch a glimpse of her favorite boy but the other girls in the crowd were tall and it was hard to look through the different heads. The was almost empty now, with only a few girls behind her and in front. And as she was getting nervous, her heartbeat increasing, the girls waiting behind her quickly noticed and recognized her. “What are you doing here? Oh my god, does he know?” A blonde girl asked, earning the others to lean in and listen. “Shhh.” Was all she said before sending them a wink.

Time was ticking and the more she was getting closer, the more she was nervous. Surprises were exciting. There was now only one person on front of her and she could finally see him, a smile instantly growing on her face. She then turned to the blonde girl from earlier. “Mind filming this?” Y/N asked, handing her camera to her and the girl gladly took it, getting to record when she had to.

Joe was looking to the opposite direction when she stepped closer, he was talking to his manager and didn’t pay attention to the next “fan” that was arriving. “Would you mind signing this for your biggest fan?” She teased, pushing the book that she had already read too many times in front of his face and Joe instantly froze at the voice. And when he looked up, the biggest smile was on his face. Within seconds, Joe was up and moving around the table to wrap his arms around her, lifting her off the ground. “Joe!” She laughed, slapping the back of his head for him to put her down which he did but still grabbed on her waist as if she was about to fly right away. He pulled away just enough to crash their lips together, kissing her as if it was the last time. 

“I can’t believe you’re here!” He mumbled pecking her lips a few times, before pulling away to look at her properly. “Weren’t you supposed to have some important meetings?” He asked, confusion now itched across his face but his smile not leaving his face. “I managed to reschedule them so I could join for the rest of the week.” She explained, looking over to the girl who had the camera in hand, nodding at her to come over to them which she did and gave back the camera to Y/N. “Thanks for being my secret cameraman.” Y/N said and the girl laughed. Joe dropped a kiss on Y/N’s forehead. “Can I take a picture with you two?” The lovely girl asked and the couple exchanged a smile. “Of course.” Joe said, grabbing his sharpie to sign her book before posing for a picture.

Joe had really wanted his girlfriend to join him on the tour but with her being busy with her own YouTube stuff, it was almost impossible. And for the first week, Y/N had been overbooked with all of her meetings and projects that she was working on. But luckily, she had managed to schedule all of her things again to be able to go with him on his book tour. She knew how much it meant for him to have her there, since they were both busy they barely had time for each other and could barely get a goodnight kiss before the other had to leave for whatever they had to do.  

Being a YouTube couple was hard for them but at least, their time spent together was precious and they wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.


Wow like Words really can’t express my emotions right now like Ichiya here sacrificing himself????saving Erzas man????? He’s fully aware that Jellal is a very important person in her life and he has gone through enough in his own life so seeing ichiya do this made me tear up a little, ichiya you good man I really have no words for this moment, this just proved how real he is, he’ll be missed truly. I don’t know if he’ll come back…most likely he will? Who knows? That’s all up to Mashima. If anything, if he does then that’d be great fr but honestly seeing him go like that, it would be better if it stayed that way. Another thing, what he said to Jellal, I found it so meaningful. He knows damn well what was best for him. And jellal realizing what he has done for him noticing it was ichiya doing the talking like when Jellal was saying his name as he was on his way falling into the water, drained without any energy in him, he must’ve felt so grateful for everything he’s done, obviously a bit heartbroken but he definitely appreciates his help and what he did for him. Plus while ichiya was doing the talking and Jellal catching a glimpse of erza he must’ve felt so good to see her there in the ocean knowing she was safe. Even when he was mentioning the whole “You have an obligation to make people happy!” And “You must have someone you need to protect with your life!” his beloved woman waiting right there running towards him to catch him in her arms ah that hit me seriously it’s pretty sad it got tears forming in my eyes. Both happy and sad tears. (Mostly happy ofc) This will now lead my babies to their happy ending they extremely deserve in the future I swear its gonna make me the happiest, im gonna be an emotional wreck. So now that this mess is over this can now mean jerza will have the best passionate kiss happen I really believe it could happen they deserve that touching scene. I Hope It Does. After dealing with Jellal sacrificing himself before, pushing acno and giving it his all leaving Erza worried sick seeing that in front of her thinking she was gonna lose him…. I can just imagine her emotions were everywhere it’s the craziest thing. Super nerve wrecking. I can picture the most romantic kiss between those two I really do, that kiss will be saving lives. Oh man the thought of it makes my heart warm and flutter so hard I really hope it gets to happen I wish them the best, I’m so hyped. Once again I’m really glad ichiya was the one to save him I’m proud of ichiya for being a strong warrior and doing it for the team. What a man indeed.

Isn’t This Enough (one-shot)

Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: This has been in the works for awhile now, it’s based off “That Would Be Enough” from Hamilton. I’m not sure what got me into this angsty of a mood, but I kind of like it. So yeah this is a lot of angst with just a touch of fluff. 

Warnings: cheating. I think that’s it. (I don’t think I swore which is incredible)

I couldn’t believe it. I mean, it was staring me in the face but how could I believe it? I shouldn’t be surprised, right? Big Hollywood actor. It doesn’t make sense that someone like me would actually be able to make him happy forever. I had hoped though, I had hoped during our first date, during our first kiss, the first time we had sex, when we met each other’s families, even once he proposed. I wanted to believe him, but in the back out my mind I was still just hoping it would stay this way. I should’ve suspected when he was away so much. We had been together for 2 years before getting married and he was never away more than a couple months at a time. Even when he was away we talked everyday, sometimes I was able to take time off to stay with him while filming. I should’ve known when he stopped asking me to come.

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The Little Things

5 times Derek notices things about Stiles he has never noticed before.

1. The tiny specs of colour in their eyes.  

For a moment, Derek was floating. He was weightless, mind adrift. And then suddenly, it was like he was dropped into a pool of cold water and he was being thrown into consciousness.

His eyes snapped open, breath leaving his lungs. He barely caught the fist swinging towards his face, the small, cold knuckles swarmed in his own collaused palm with a painful slap of skin against skin. He looked above him, eyes leaving the two hands, and found Stiles staring down at him. It was just as much of a shock waking up as it was seeing cold, stomach dropping fear glistening in Stiles’ eyes. His face was illuminated green, shadowed from the prominent cheekbones and ridiculously long eyelashes. The lights around them were flickering on and off, making Derek’s sense of his surroundings even more off.

He looked around, dazed and confused because what the actual fuck? He couldn’t figure out what was going on. What happened and why was Stiles staring at him like he’s dropped from the fucking sky?

Suddenly, it all came rushing back like a tidal wave.

“Where is she?” He shakily asked after he glanced out of the elevator he was laying in, looking at the dimmed and abandoned hospital ward.

“Jennifer?” Stiles croaked above him, voice raspy like he’d been crying. His eyes didn’t look red, but Derek did find himself unable to take his eyes off them - doe and big. “Gone— with Scott’s mum.”

Derek felt his stomach twist uneasily, guilt swarming his gut. “She took her?”

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded. “And if that’s not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion. Okay? So, we gotta get you out of here—” he could hear the teenagers breathing picking up, noting the anxious way he was sparing nervous glances down the end of the hall. His wrist was still in Derek’s hand, shaking. “The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the hell out-ta here—”

“Woah,” Derek cut him off, sitting up and ignoring the scream from his muscles.  He felt so impossibly drained. “What about Cora?”

“She’s fine,” Stiles replied, quick and high. “She’s with Peter and Isaac. Look, we gotta go, okay? Can you stand? Did she break anything or—”

“I’m fine,” Derek answered shortly. He wasn’t fine, but he wasn’t broken or physically injured. Maybe mind-fucked and internally scarred by the fact that he was sleeping with a goddamn Darach who while she wasn’t in his bed, was actually out killing people for sacrifices. He was more worried about Cora at the moment, but Jennifer was large play in his mind - especially now she has Stiles’ dad and Scott’s mum.

“Okay, good,” Stiles nodded and he didn’t waste another moment before he was grabbing Derek by the shoulders and pulling - non helpfully - Derek to his feet. He stumbled when he was vertical, blood rushing to his head like he’d been hanging upside down instead of laying on the floor. “Woah—” Stiles rushed to his close side, hands everywhere and eyes tracking him. “You okay, big guy?”

Not by a long shot, Derek wanted to say. “I’m fine,” he gruffed instead. It was obvious Stiles didn’t believe him, his brown eyes unconvinced and shining evident disbelief, but he didn’t mention it. Instead, he nodded, breathing shakily. They were at eye level, eyes directly looking into one another and if it was under different circumstances, Derek would have taken the time to admire the fire behind the teens eyes, or the way lighter shades of brown sparkled along side the dark, glowing whiskey. But right now, the circumstances were shit, and they needed to get out.

“Let’s go,” Derek said, and neither of them wasted another moment before they turned and ran.


2. How someone looks when they think nobody can see them.

Everything was better now. Cora was cured and currently out of town. She’d left only two days after she was well enough to stand, calming telling Derek she couldn’t stay because everything here reminded her of pain and misery. Derek couldn’t disagree with her, or make her stay. But he also declined her offer to go with him, knowing he needed to stay with his pack and some Hale member had to stay here. But things were better. The sheriff, Melissa and Chris were rescued and safe. Scott, Allison and Stiles got their parents back. The sacrifices worked, or, at least that’s what Derek was told.

He didn’t believe they worked, didnt believe everything was alright. The sacrifices gave them the location of their parents, but it’s physically and mentally scarred them for life. The darkness around their hearts, as Deaton explained, was perminant. It was a scar, ugly and unremovable. Derek had no idea what it felt like, but he imagined it was like a hole in your chest, a big black void of nothing, just gaping like a bloodless bullet wound. He assumed it felt like grief, consuming and a consistent ache or feeling.

Derek couldn’t imagine what it actually felt like, pooling in his chest continuously.

The pack meeting came to a stuttering end about half an hour before the members began to leave. Lydia and Allison went first, claiming they needed shopping as Lydia was sure it was the only way to properly cheer Allison up. Derek could see the frustration in Allison’s form, the aftermath of the sacrifice turning her paranoid, saying she can keep seeing the ghost of her dead aunt.

“Hey, Scott,” Stiles said, catching the doe-eyed true alpha. They were standing in the middle of the loft, Scott having just began to make his way to the loft door. He turned around on Stiles’ call and waited for him to continue. “Are you still free today? I was wondering if we could hang out, I need to tell you—”

“Sorry, buddy,” Scott cut him off, and the drop in Stiles’ hopeful expression told Derek the younger teen knew he was being ditched. “I was gonna hang out with Kira, do some history notes together,” Scott looked at Kira over his shoulder, the small girl sending him a sweet wave when she noticed him looking. Scott, like a lovesick middle-schooler, waved back with doe eyes. He turned back to Stiles, talking in a low voice so no one could hear, stupidly forgetting he’s surrounded by werewolves with enhanced hearing, “she’s finally noticing me, Stiles. I know you wanted to hang out, and we will — I promise! But, I really like her, like, like her. I haven’t felt like this about anyone since…” He trailed off and the small ‘Allison’ didn’t go unheard.

Stiles shook his head, lips pulling up into a smile that was so painfully forced. “It’s fine. Totally cool. You go, write notes and woo her with your puppy eyes. I can talk to you another time.”

Scott grinned. “Thank you!” He clapped a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “You’re the best, Stiles. I promise we’ll hang out tomorrow, okay?”

Stiles nodded, muttering, “Okay. Sure.”

But Scott was already turning away, going to Kira and it took all of Derek’s willpower not to grab Scott by the collar and drag him to Stiles’ feet and force him to apologise to his best friend that so obviously needs him.

The second Scott was out the door, it was like Stiles was physically punched. Derek watched his face morph into a mixture of pain, anxiety and hurt. He wrapped his arms around his middle, cuddling himself as if it would give him some source of comfort. Derek could tell his eyes were trained on the floor, despite standing behind him. The angle of his head was down and bowed, and Derek officially declared Scott the biggest oblivious idiot in the pack. How could he not see? How could he not see the obvious signs of his best friends suffering? Derek has watched Stiles turn up to meeting after meeting since the sacrifices, watching his skin get paler and tighter from exhaustion. The purple half moons under his eyes becoming horrifically prominant, standing out against the white of his complexion. His hair was hazardous, sprawled in every direction like it’s been pulled with stress.

Stiles was suffering, and Derek could see him suffering in silence.

Derek didn’t know if Stiles realised he was there, especially considering it was his loft, but Stiles seemed to be in his own head. He seemed unconscious that Derek was standing behind him, watching and observing the way he’s curling in on himself like a wounded child. The way waves of misery and hurt are rolling off him and smacking Derek like a physically tsunami. Realisation dawned on him that Stiles wasn’t okay, and that everything wasn’t better now just because no one was in immediate danger.

Derek moved, the floor beneath his feet moaning and Stiles spun around so fast Derek was surprised he managed to stay standing. Stiles’ eyes were wide, swimming with surprise and also a hint of embarrassment, which had Derek almost frowning because, why?

“Are you okay?”

Stiles nodded, and suddenly, it was like a masked was slipped on. His face became neutral, emotionless and all the pain shining through the exhausted whiskey eyes was covered like a shield. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Derek nodded back. He didn’t have another chance to speak to Stiles, for the brunette teenager was grabbing his bag by the strap and darting out of the loft like a streak of light.


3. Real meanings behind spoken words.  

Derek didn’t know how it had come to this. He didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but through out his entire life, he’s never been so terrified. Even when he watched his family burn, or spent years hiding away in New York, grieving with Laura, or when he came back to this god-forsaken town to find his older sister dead at the hands of his psychopathic uncle. He has never felt as truly scared as he is now.

He was standing in Deaton’s veterinary. It was cold, the chill from outside seeping into the dark room. Scott was leaning against a metal table, hand on his recently healed stomach. There was a large blood patch on his t-shirt, the wet, sodden fabric ruined by the gaping hole in the middle. He looked close to tears, and that wasn’t because he was stabbed and basically had death flash in front of his eyes. No, Derek knows he’s close to tears because of the teenager laying on the table opposite him.

Stiles had been unconscious when Derek ran in from the rain. The teen then, however, had been laying on his side on the cold floor, Deaton standing above him with a needle in his hand like a mad scientist out of a horror movie.

At first, Derek had demanded answers. He wanted to know what the fuck was going on and how the hell Scott, the true alpha, had managed to get stabbed by his hyperactive human best friend. Except once Derek had lifted Stiles onto the table, his body disturbingly lax in his arms, Deaton had then explained that Stiles was not only Stiles, but actually possessed by a thousand year old Japanese spirit.

It had been quite a shock. Sure, Derek had his suspicions, but no one had confirmed it to him and to hear Deaton tell him, when Stiles was drugged to unconsciousness and Scott was recovering from a stab wound to the stomach, it made Derek want to throw up.

After ten minutes of eery silence, Derek asked the only question he was sure he could voice without vomiting. “What do we do?”

His voice broke the quiet like a sledgehammer on a sheet of glass; shattering it. Scott physically flinched when he did, and for the first time in a long time, Derek saw the vulnerability in the True Alpha.

“The wolf lichen should knock him out for a while, and when he comes around he should be in control of himself,” Deaton answered.

Derek looked at him. “And what happens if Stiles isn’t in control when he wakes up?”

“We’ll deal with that if and when it happens. For now, we need to assume the wolf lichen will work and the fox will be effected.”

“Is it going to hurt him?” Scott asked, his eyes still locked on Stiles’ form. When no one answered, he looked up and directly at Deaton. “Is the wolf lichen going to hurt Stiles?”

“No,” Deaton said. “It won’t harm his human side, only the fox inside him.”

“Then why is he still passed out?” Scott shouted, a growl itching into his tone.

Deaton seemed unfazed, as usual. “Because the wolf lichen will act as a sedative until the fox is weak enough for Stiles to take control again. He’ll be fine, Scott.” His last words sounded flimsy but it was the best they had.

“Okay, so assuming Stiles is in control, what should we do? The wolf lichen isn’t permeant, and if the fox is as powerful as you said it was, then it isn’t just going to sit back and let Stiles have his life back again,” Derek said, and once the words left his mouth, he felt like he was going to be sick again.

He looked at Stiles, and instantly he regretted it. The teenager was still passed out, lax and limp on the table. His head was turned to the side, face in their direction. His skin was white, eyes bruised and purple. His lips were cracked, colourless like the rest of his complexion. His hair was stuck to his forehead in wet curls like seaweed washed up on a pale shore. It was scary, to see Stiles so still. In all the years Derek had known him, Stiles was a constant flurry of movement and colour but now, he was like a grey form of stationary misery.

“How can we help him?” Derek asked. “How do we stop whats inside him?”

Deaton shook his head. “I don’t know enough,” he said.

“Well learn something!” Derek snapped. “We need to help him.”

“I know,” Deaton said, and it almost sounded like a sigh.

“We need to get it out,” Scott murmured. “We need to get that thing out of him.”

Deaton nodded. “I’ll see if I know any contacts who might be able to help. I recommend speaking to Chris, he might know more about this than me.”

“I’ll do it,” Derek said, knowing Scott wasn’t up for anything else tonight. “You should go home, Scott. Get some rest-”

Scott’s head snapped up at the mention of his name. “W-What? No! I can't— you don’t… I need to help—”

“Scott, you had a sword pushed through your stomach. You need to rest and heal—”

Scott pushed off the table. “I’ve healed! I—”

Scott,” Derek said, voice rumbling. If he was an alpha still, he knew he would have flashed his red eyes, but he didn’t bother now. “Go home, we’ll phone you if anything changes,” he added, “I promise.”

Scott looked like he was going to protest, but then he must have come to his senses and realised he needed to go home.

“Call Kira when you go,” Deaton said. “Make sure she’s okay.”

Derek doesn’t know who Kira is or what happened to her, and if he was honest with himself then he didn’t want to know. The only thought that connected in his mind was if Stiles had hurt her? If the thing inside his head had hurt someone?

Derek cut out of his thoughts when Scott began to head towards the door, looking over his shoulder ever three seconds, eyes on his best friend as if walking out the door without him is like he’s saying good bye. The door shut behind him with a deafening silence.

“Take me to Eichen,”

Derek spun on his heel as fast as light, ears ringing with the croaking voice.

Stiles was awake, eyes open and shining through the whiskey orbs was such raw fear that Derek could literally taste it on his tongue. He hadn’t even realised Stiles was awake, and now he listened, he could hear the racing beats of his heart.

“What?” Derek asked, brain not fully processing Stiles’ words.

“Take me to Eichen House. I can’t be around you guys—”

“No way in hell are you going there,” Derek said adamantly.


“Stiles, Derek is right. I don’t think—”

“I have to. I heard what you said about the wolf lichen, and I know it isn’t going to hold forever. You can’t just let me roam the streets. I might— it might hurt someone. Please, I need to do this.”

Derek sighed. His chest was aching. “Stiles, Eichen isn’t safe,”

“It doesn’t matter. If I’m in there, so is the damn thing possessing me. Everyone will be safe, and it will give you guys more time to figure something out.”

“We’re going to kill it, Stiles,” Derek said, voice more solid than it had been all night. He was confident that Stiles was going to get out of this alive, and no way in hell was Derek going to let the brave, stupid, idiotic spaz go down this way after everything he’s been through. “You’re going to be okay.”

“You can’t,” Stiles whispered. His voice cracked, croaking when he spoke.

“Stiles, we can and we will,” Derek snarled.

“How?” Stiles asked, and then Derek noticed the glistening in his eyes and the salty tang to the air. “How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?”

The words hit Derek so hard he had to take a physical step back. He didn’t know exactly what Stiles was implying, but the words were cold and sharp.


Was Stiles implying that Derek was a monster? Or that Stiles himself is a monster? The questions flew back and forth like a boomerang, spinning inside his head.

“Stiles,” Derek began, but prominently cut himself off. What the fuck was he meant to say to that?

Please,” Stiles begged, sounding so small and hurt it physically wounded Derek like a punch to the chest.

Derek sighed. He looked to Deaton, who met his eyes with a familiar gaze. Derek looked back to Stiles, who was staring at him with a hopeful and desperate look that could have made the newly made beta crumble, even in alpha form.

“Call your father,” Derek said. “You need his consent first.”


4 . Emotions they are trying to hide.

When Derek next saw Stiles, it was a week after the Nogitsune was diminished and two friends were buried in the ground. The remaining pack were damaged, the entire pack and its balance fractured, possibly beyond repair.

Scott was heart broken, internally destroyed from having his first love die in his arms. Derek could relate, horribly, and he knew that kind of pain didn’t just go away with a few good nights sleep and a lot of hugs. It was scarring, deep and un-healable.

Lydia was just as distraught, though her’s was less visible. She had been the one to plan the meeting at Derek’s loft, insisting they needed to get back to some sort of normalcy. She’d turned up the following day, Kira at her side, saying the pack meeting was happening and everyone was going to be there.

At first, Derek didn’t believe her or the idea that everyone would come. Grieving was hard, and for most people, it was actually easier to do alone. Or at least, that’s what people believed when they were grieving. It was like dark cloud hanging over you, and your constant worry was getting  everyone caught in your own storm. Derek knew what it was like to hide away in grief, he’d done it twice before and he was sure as hell not going to criticise the pack for doing it themselves. The only member of the pack Derek had actively seen was Isaac, and that was only because he’d moved back in with him. He didn’t comment, the first night Isaac turned up at the lofts door with a duffel bag and red eyes, he only opened the door wider and offered his bed, knowing the beta needed it.

Scott and Isaac arrived together, looking hunched and sad. They barely said a hello to everyone before dropping down on the sofa.

Stiles was the last to arrive, and when he did walk through the door, Derek could have cried. Stiles was the definition of mentally broken. His physical appearance was haunting, from his translucent skin and exhausted eyes to his sluggish movements and sharp cheekbones. He walked with hunched shoulders, like he was carrying the weight of the world on the producing bones. Lydia approached him as he crossed the loft and immediately pulled him into a hug. Derek noted the raise in heartbeat and how Stiles stiffened like a plank, muscles stiff. Lydia didn’t remove herself, and eventually, Stiles sagged against her, shaking hands wrapping around her back and forehead dropping to her shoulder. Derek shoved down the swell of jealously and was instead thankful that Stiles was even there.

When Lydia detached herself, she grabbed Stiles by the hand and guided him to the sitting area. Stiles situated himself in the empty love seat, looking small as he curled in on himself against the mountain of pillows.

“What are we doing here?” Scott had asked, voice small and cracking.

“We need to heal, and we should do it together. Allison wouldn’t want us like this, she’d want us to carry on with life. We need to find some normalcy, so we’re going to watch a movie together and eat some food like we used to.”

No one had argued when Lydia put a Disney film on the TV and curled up on the couch beside Scott. After that day, things did improve. The pack began to heal, slowly but surely. The meetings and Friday movie nights became routine again. Everyone was beginning to fall back into place, sealing the cracks that had formed and repairing the damage done. It wasn’t perfect, and it was never going to be. They had lost a large, vital and irreplaceable member of their pack and lives. It was never going to be the same, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be happy and heal.

Derek doesn’t know what urged him to go over to the Stilinski house hold a few weeks later, but he’s bloody glad he went. He was barely a few feet away from the grass below Stiles’ bedroom window when he heard the familiar sound of a faint sob. The sound, despite being quiet and muffled, sent Derek’s wolf into overdrive and he was leaping up onto the window ledge and climbing inside before he could really think about it.

He was startled to find the bedroom empty. The first thing that hit him was the scent of misery and guilt, so strong and suffocating as it clung to every inch and object in the room. Derek could barely stop himself from whining, unable to understand why Stiles had to suffer through this alone.

The next soft cry snapped him out of his thoughts. He was following the sound before the next cry followed, leading him to the bathroom where he found the door wide open and Stiles sitting under the sink.

The teen hiccups when he looks up, tears streaming down his cheeks like small rivers and eyes puffy and red, swollen with misery.  He’s curled in on himself, knees up his chest and trembling arms wrapped around himself as if he could make himself unseen.

Derek felt his heart literally break.

“Stiles,” he whispered, approaching slowly and cautiously. When he was close enough, he crouched down almost at eye level with the shaking male that was no more than a child. Now he was closer, he could see the sharp lines of his prominent cheekbones, the colourless lips disgusting with the sickly pale skin. Underneath the blood-shot eyes were bruises of obvious exhaustion.

Derek wasn’t expecting Stiles to launch himself into Derek’s chest, but he reacted quickly, taking in the sobbing teen and wrapping his arms protectively around him. Stiles cried into his chest, wailed and trembled. His pain was pouring out, coming so unexpectedly that Derek cursed himself for not seeing it sooner. Not addressing the pain he had suspected Stiles was in, should have acted on instinct and the duty of a friend, because it was obvious Stiles needed a shoulder to cry on.

“You’re okay,” Derek murmured, rubbing a hand up and down the shaking knobs of his spine. “You’re gonna be okay, Stiles. You’re not alone, it’s not your fault. Breath with me, calm down. Everyone’s okay, everyone’s fine.”

Stiles choked a sob against his chest, hands wrung in his shirt, gripping tight and desperate. He sounded so fragile, so hurt and broken that Derek could barely blink back the tears in his own eyes. He’d never felt this sad and distraught since the fire, and the time before that when Paige was dying in his arms. But even then, it didn’t hurt like this. This was worse, deeper like a never healing knife wound. This hurt more because it’s been going on for weeks, Stiles has been crumbling and suffering alone because Derek was too weak and pathetic to act on his feelings and help Stiles.

Derek doesn’t know how long he was sitting on the Stilinski bathroom floor, cradling and supporting his pack mate. But when Stiles finally found the breath to sit back, he looked worse than before. His eyelashes were clumped together, jet black with tears. His cheeks were wet and tinted red. Eyes sore and raw. He looked open and vulnerable, ruined and battered like a old toy that has been abandoned after years of careless play.

With a gentle touch, Derek brushed the pad of his thumb under one of Stiles’ eyes, wiping away the falling tear. Stiles was staring back at him, whiskey orbs bright in the florescent bathroom lights.

“What are you doing here?” Stiles whispered, voice cracking and raspy.

Derek flashed him a small smile, hoping it would transfer some sort of comfort to the aching teen. “I came to see if you were okay,” he replied, tone as gentle as the hand rubbing Stiles’ shoulder with small circles. “You’re not okay, are you?”

Stiles continued to stare at him with unblinking eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, and Derek would bet his right arm he was going to lie 'I’m fine’. But then his mouth snapped closed, lip trembling and eyes filling with a fresh pool of tears. He shook his head, small and shakily.

Derek didn’t hesitate to pull Stiles back into his chest, arms winding around his back for security. Stiles curled into his chest without protest, small sobs starting again.

“It’s okay. It’s okay not to be okay,” Derek whispered into the soft, messy mop of brown hair. “You’ll heal, it’ll get better and one day you can say you’re fine and won’t have to lie about it. But it’s okay that today is not that day.”

They moved into the bedroom sometime later, laying down on the bed. Derek wasn’t planning on staying, but when Stiles grasped his wrist and looked at him with those big, hopeful and scared eyes, he didn’t hesitate to kick off his shoes and climb under the covers next to him.

Stiles was the same as he had been at the pack meetings. He hadn’t changed, good nor bad. He was still keep his distance from the pack. Still looking pale and sick, tired and wary, jumping at every sudden and small sound. It pained Derek to see him so uncomfortable in his own skin.

Stiles was falling asleep next to him, breaths deep and soft, but Derek could see him resisting. In the dim light of the room, Stiles kept desperatly blinking his eyes open in the will to stay awake. Derek couldn’t stand it any longer, looking at the exhausted face and sunken eyes in so much need for rest. He grabbed Stiles’ hand, the skin cold against his own and small. Stiles’ eyes met his, and Derek squeezed his hand gently.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered into the silence. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

The short reassurance seemed to calm Stiles somewhat. His tense body lost some of the stiffness and he relaxed slightly against the mattress, but not by much. He was still too wired to fall asleep, so Derek took charge.

He moved closer, pulling Stiles into him gently. He kept their one hands connected, pressed between their chests and he wound the other one around Stiles’ neck to hold his head, running his fingers gently through the soft strands of hair at the back of his head. The small, comforting gestures caused Stiles to drop like a hot rock into the abyss of sleep.

Derek followed soon after, rocking and comforted by the steady heartbeat and rhythmic breathing.


5. The melody of someone’s voice.

“What was it?”

“There’s a lot of myths,” Derek began, looking up from the locker room floor to Stiles, who was standing a few feet away. “About how people can be turned into a werewolf. Usually, it’s a bite, and there’s one about rain water.”

“Rain water out of the puddle of a werewolf’s print,” Stiles said, nodding.

“There’s another one,” Derek continued. “A way that someone can be turned by a scratch, if the claws go deep enough. I dreamed…I dreamed about Kate. She wasn’t dead, she was alive, she was a were but I don’t know which one. She didn’t die when Peter killed her, she turned, and she was in my loft.”

“Derek,” Stiles sat down on the bench opposite him, looking at him with concern, “if this is all just a dream, then why do you look so worried?”

Derek shook his head in small movements. “Because I don’t remember waking up. So…so tell me, how do you know? How do you know if you’re still dreaming?”

“Fingers. In dreams you have extra fingers,” Stiles replied. Derek didn’t hesitate a moment before he snatched Stiles by the wrist and brought his hand up.

6 fingers.

Suddenly, the world folded like an envelope. Stiles was gone, as was the locker room. He was standing in his loft, smoke and darkness around him. His chest burned, fire and pain burning through him. He dropped to his knees, hands hovering over the sudden gun shot wound at the bottom of his chest.

He looked down at the blood stain. “It’s real,” he whispered to himself.

Looking up, he saw a figure approach and appear in the white fog around him.

“You’re real,”

“That’s right, Derek,” Kate replied as she stalked forward, hips swaying and gun loose at her side in her fingers. “And if seeing me is a surprise, watch this,”

Suddenly, like a werewolf would, her face began to morph and shift. Only, she wasn’t shifting into a wolf. Her eyes glowed green, teeth canines growing and skin turning blue with black smudges. She let out a roar, deep and loud.


The voice that spoke didn’t belong. It wasn’t here, it was distance, like an echo. Derek barely heard it over the deafening roar.

“Derek, wake up,”

He couldn’t pin point who it was or where they were. Black spots were dancing in his vision. His head felt cloudy, ears muffled. Kate was watching him, Kate was alive and he couldn’t breath.

“Derek! Wake up!” The voice was more urgent, pleading.

His lungs stopped working. He was suffocating. He couldn't—

“Wake up!”

Derek snapped into consciousness with a breathless gasp. The first thing he saw was the ceiling, and then he was jackknifing into a sitting position. His skin was crawling, tingling and too tight. His hand went to his chest where the gaping hole was no longer there, where his t-shirt was no longer sticky with blood. His lungs were clenched, muscles tort and refusing to expand. His breath was short, neck cold with sweat.


The small, unsure voice sent him into a spiral of confusion. His head snapped in the direction to see Stiles sitting up next to him, eyes wide and skin white pale in the moon light that glowed in from his bedroom window.

Derek tried to calm his breathing, to find some kind of steady pattern or rhythm, but he couldn’t.

A hand grabbed his own, another one coming to rest on his shoulder.

“Derek,” the voice was steadier this time, more stern and commanding. Stiles’ eyes met his, the whiskey colour gleaming with a determination that had been missing for so long. “Breath with me. Hold you’re breath.”

It wasn’t helping. This had never happened, in all of Derek’s traumatic years, he’d never had a panic attack and he hated this. He couldn’t breath and the lack of oxygen filling his lungs only made him panic more. It was a vicious circle, no way out, trapped and—

A pair of lips covered his. He was so startled and surprised he didn’t even register the intake of breath he stopped. He sighed into the kiss, melting against the lips against his. Something warm and pleasant fluttered in his chest, replacing the recent panic and tight feeling. It was over as soon as it started and Stiles was pulling away.

Silence settled. Derek was speechless, awed and embarrassed. He’d panicked like that in front of Stiles, something that made him open and vulnerable - something he’d tried so hard to mask. His eyes were conflicted between looking at Stiles’ lips or his eyes, both open and unreadable. Stiles was staring right back at him, his own breathing deep as if the kiss had surprised him as much as it had Derek.

The wolf couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed Stiles by the cheek and collided their lips together again. This one was better, longer, deeper. It was passionate, sweet and sour, like burnt sugar. It was captivating, sending tingles down Derek’s spine. Stiles’ lips moved with his, as if they had done this a million times. What surprised him most was Stiles was kissing back with as much if not more enthusiasm.

The next time they pulled away was because they were breathless. Derek took in Stiles’ appearance with one look. He was still pale and he looked just as tired as he was hours ago before they fell asleep, but now his cheeks were tinted with a healthy red glow, eyes dilated and lips swollen and pink.

“You like me?” Stiles whispered, breaking the silence that was only filled by their heavy breathing.

Derek smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Stiles smiled back, a small action that had been absent for too long and made Stiles look hypnotising-ly beautiful. “I like you too. I like you a lot.”

“Good,” Derek replied, pulling him in for another hungry and desperate kiss. “You’re it for me, Stiles.” He whispered against the teens lips. “You’re everything.”

They were healing, Derek decided. And now, they could heal together.

— fin.

The Scenic Route

Hwiyoung scenario | Fluff | 1641 words

Requested by @witches-of-supernatural-end

   'Im late!’ You thought to yourself as you ran out the school gates, avoiding pedestrians as you zoomed by. It was a normal, boring day, as was everyday. You went to school, paid as much attention as your patience let you, met with your friends and decided to call it a day. If only your classmate hadn’t held you back for that long after class, since you had somewhere to be.
    You turned and ran towards the bus stop, coming to a halt before you clashed into the handfull of people waiting. There were never many people in this stop, even though there are two schools to either side. Taking this bus was a waste of time, the bus on the other side of your school had an at least 30 minutes faster route towards your home and most residential areas. But after one day you missed your normal bus, you decided not to wait for it and walk to this one, you embraced the thought of the change of route, sort of like an adventure. Only when you were sitting there waiting for the bus, you found a reason to permanently change buses.
    You were still catchig your breath. The bus was still 10 minutes from arriving so the people of the stop eyed you strangely since you had sprinted as if you were going to miss it. You ignored their stares, fixing your hair calmly and looking around on-the-sly. Your heart seemed to stop as you found your “target”, still gently walking towards the bus stop from the opposite side that you came from. He was immersed in his mobile phone, headphones on. He pushed a strand of bleached-blonde hair away from his eyes. Its been three weeks since you’ve been seeing him, and he still took your breath away as if it was the first time.
    ‘His friend didnt come with him this time.’ You thought, since he always went home with his friend, they must be neighbors or something. He laid his head back on the wall, looking up at the sky mouthing something you couldn’t understand. He was deeply invested in the song, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought that he looks like he’s modeling for a magazine, which you wouldn’t doubt for one second. His bright yellow uniform was clean and pristine, fitting him perfectly; you blushed realizing how awkward it was for you to think of that.
    The bus made its way to the stop, its doors creaking open. You all piled your way into an almost full bus, finding a seat near the back. You took the window seat. You put your bag at your feet, bending over to look inside it for your headphones, noticing in the corner of your eye as two long legs slid onto your row and sat next to you. You looked up out of curiosity, and were greeted by no other than blondie himself. He smile awkwardly, probably surprised about your reaction, which you hadn’t noticed had been a little too surprised.
    “There were no other seats…” he said shyly. You nodded without saying anything and decided to give up on your search for your headphones. The bus started moving, slowly boucing with each bump on the road.
    “You’re from (your school)?” His voice broke the silence. You looked a at him, his headphones were no longer in his ears and you seemed to have his full attention.  You tried not to blush and nodded gently.  "Is this the only way to your home? Doesn’t the other bus go directly to the residential areas?“
You smiled at his attempt at smalltalk “I like this route more.” You said getly, only afterwards noticing that that sounded a bit suspicious.
    He tilted his head in confusion and laughed gently “Why’s that?”
    ‘You.’ The thought popped in your mind but you shook it off. “Better scenery.” Well, you didnt lie, but you knew you werent the type to like looking out the windows.
    “Ah so you prefer the city, too?” He laughed again, you were beginning to find comfort in it. “I’m Hwiyoung, by the way. I go to (his school). ”
    You introduced yourself, hapiness emerging from you since now you didn’t have to refer to him as “the blonde from the bus stop.”
    “You usually sit with someone here though, is he sick?” You blurted out, only then realizing it might be a little rude of you to ask about somebody else.
    “Oh,” He looked at his hands sitting on his lap, smiling a little awkwardly. “That’s Chani, he’s my roommate. He had, um, some business to attend to. Sorry, I hadn’t notice you had seen us before.” He laughed again.
    You felt your cheeks grow hot, but played it off “How can you not notice two tall guys in bright yellow clothing?” His head flung back as he laughed.
    “Yeah I guess it’s kinda hard to miss. Chani said you had most likely seen us but I thought he was just joking around.”
    His words seemed to linger for a second until the flutter in your stomach pushed you to ask. “You’ve seen me before?”
    He turned to you, flustered with sudden realization of what he just said. “Ah, that was a bit creepy, sorry…” Hwiyoung covered his mouth with his hand. He suddenly seemed nervous, his foot tapped on the floor as if he was ready to run away.
    A moment passed by and the only thing you could hear was the low roar of the bus engine and a few passengers chatting quietly. The awkward air made you nervous as well, and you feared that your first conversation with the Blondie from the bus would be the last.
    “I don’t have to take this bus.” Hwiyoung broke the silence. He was looking down at his hands shyly. “We have a driver that can pick us up, but Chani is making me go on the bus to force me to talk to you. We had to use the bus once, and I noticed you sitting in the back. Chani won’t let it go, he forced me to come back the day after to see if you’d be on it again. He’s pretty persistent, so he said if I didn’t talk to you today when he wasn’t here then he would force it tomorrow. I didn’t want to embarrass you… ”
    His words swam through your head as your cheeks turned bright red. The blonde boy on the bus, the reason you were always late to get home, the reason you decided to spend an extra 30 minutes on an uncomfortable, hot bus… Turns out he was doing the same to see you?
    “I was late for my bus. ” you blurted out. “So I decided to walk to this bus for once. I noticed you in the bus stop, and next thing I new I was back the next day, and it’s been that way since then…”
    He turned to you as you spoke, as shocked as you were with his sudden confession. Hwiyoung looked down, scratching the back of his head and laughing shyly. “If both of us hadn’t been on that bus we wouldn’t be on it right now.” You giggled, thinking of how silly all this was.
    The bus stopped, and with a look out the window you realized this was the end of your conversation with Hwiyoung. “This is your stop.” you said and he seemed to jump back into reality, grabbing his bag and standing up, letting people behind him pass first.
    “It was nice talking to you.” he said, a slight sad tone to his words. Seems he didn’t want the conversation to end either. He waved and began to walk towards the bus doors. Hwiyoung stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you. “Y/N,” he called out.
    It was the first time he had said your name, somehow you thought it sounded so much better coming from his lips.
    He looked at you straight on, cheeks slightly flushed.  "Can I sit with you again tomorrow?“
    You couldn’t help but smile. "I’ll be waiting.” you said in response.
    His face lit up and he said goodbye again, then walked out the bus. You looked out the window in curiosity. He seemed to jump off the last step, grabbed his head with both hands and shook it slightly, face pure of excitement. You laughed, but found yourself doing the same on the rest of the ride home.

    You stood at the bus stop. People were chatting quietly. The weather was perfect. But you looked around and noticed that the Blondie from the bus was nowhere to be seen. You were starting to believe that he wouldn’t show. The bus roared to a stop in front of you, and you lost all hope of seeing him. You weren’t mad, you just hoped that nothing bad had happened to him. Everybody started piling up to enter the bus and the doors.
    “Y/N!” You heard the fast stomping of feet and turned to see Hwiyoung running up to you, just like you had the day before. He stopped next to you, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Sorry, I’m late.” he puffed, slightly embarrassed.
    “That’s okay, I was thinking about waiting for the next bus. ” you laughed as he suddenly became flustered.
    Everybody had entered the bus. You noticed that he wasn’t using his school uniform. Does that mean he hadn’t gone to school? Had he run all the way here just to get on the bus with you?
    Hwiyoung shyly put his hand on your back to guide you onto the steps. “Let’s go. ” he smiled down at you, pushing you gently. You were so glad you had missed the bus that day.

Originally posted by sf9fantasy

(when you find a gif that fits your scenario perfectly)

Sorry I took such a long hiatus guys!! I had a horrible case of writers block (and a newfound obsession with GOT7 and BTS) But just like SF9 Im back with a boom!! C: make sure to check out my masterlist, link in my bio! 

I still don’t have a computer so its a  bit hard to write scenarios but I’m gonna do my best!!

Only time will tell

This is the longest fic I’ve written so far! It’s over 8 thousand words long. 

Agatha goes to the future and finds something rather unexpected…


I don’t know what to do.

It should be the easiest decision in the world. It shouldn’t be possible not to be able to choose between the Mage’s Heir and the vampire. Good and evil, black and white, hot and cold. It shouldn’t be possible for the same girl to be drawn to both of them.

I love Simon, I really do. He’s one of the few friends I have here – one of two, to be exact – and I care about him, so much. I want to see him safe and happy, I want to see him with a home to go to and a family to love. I just can’t imagine myself in that family. Maybe I don’t love him the way everyone thinks I should.

And then, there’s Baz. The opposite of Simon in every way. Cold, hard, all sharp edges where Simon is soft. He walks around with a permanent sneer, his gaze steely, his posture impeccable, everything in its perfect place, while there is no pattern or structure to Simon. And I believe Simon, when he says Baz is a vampire. He has the look for it, the hair, the jawline, the pale skin. Most of all, he has that air of danger.

Simon is supposed to keep us all safe, and there couldn’t be a more well-meaning person for the job. Simon would never hurt me. Baz, on the other hand, is unpredictable. Breaking my heart would be the least of his crimes. If there’s even enough of that left in me to be broken. I don’t even know if I mean anything to him at all.

I should choose Simon. Everyone wants me to choose Simon. Simon would want to make me happy. But the past few years have made me wonder if he can. I’m supposed to choose him. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to Baz, because I’m not supposed to choose him, because he’s so different to Simon.

So I don’t know what to do, but I know that I can’t go on like this, staying with Simon because it’s the easy option, the path of least resistance. I want to make a real choice. I want to be sure, and there’s only one way to know how it will turn out.

I’m probably not even powerful enough to cast the spell. I don’t know if I have enough magic in me. I’d be happy to use it all up on this spell and end up Normal. Then I’d leave Watford and go back to my real friends, to the life that actually feels like mine, and I wouldn’t have to make this choice at all. I close my eyes, pick up my wand, and reach for my magic.

Only time will tell.

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lundana  asked:

[It's been so cold here, brrrrr!] A Saniwa goes out before sunrise on a winter's morning to check that a nearby shrine wasn't damaged in last night's blizzard. They come back to the gates and realize they've accidentally locked themselves out. They holler, but no one is awake yet, so they have to wait out in the cold until sunrise [around an hour later]. What happens when the Secretary [Hasebe, Kashuu, Kogi, Mika] follows their tracks and finds them huddled against the gate shivering like crazy?

I’ll be answering nsfw requests later, sorry for those having to wait a bit longer.

I hope you’re keeping warm sweet! It’s easy to catch a cold if you’re not careful.

• “Aruji!”
• Incredibly startled and instantly takes off anything he was wearing to be warm (jacket/scarf/gloves/etc) and shoves them onto you.
• Is spouting how disgraced he is to let you get into such a condition as he walks you inside, holding you close to him to try provide more warmth.
• His concern when inside is first to warm you up, he gets blankets and blankets to cover you and makes you tea.

• “What the hell!”
• First thing he does is pull you to him and wraps his scarf around you.
• Once he’s seen that you’re definitely alive, he controls his worries enough to get you inside and call out for help.
• When you’re getting warmed up and fretted over by many including himself he finally asks what happens and scolds the heck out of you for your answer telling you it could have waited till morning.

• “Are you okay?!”
• Without even waiting for an answer he scoops you up into his arms and brings you inside.
• He calls out for Yagen to check on you and Mitsutada to bring you something warm while refusing to move from your side.
• He’s worried and guilty but also hoping his body heat will help. He’s probably ashamed and apologises a million times over at your explanation.

• “This is not good.”
• He calls out for other swords to get into action as you need help and presents you some of his own clothes to keep warm in the meantime.
• Once inside and helping calm the nerves of any especially panicked sword he sits with you holding your hand for both comfort and warmth.
• He lightly scolds you at your explanation telling you that you should have taken him with you. More than anything he shares how important you are to then all.

Originally posted by leakees

Roman Reigns Blurb - The Distraction

I felt his eyes on me from across the room as I tried to focus on what I was reading. “What’s up, babe?” I peered over the top of my book to where he was sitting across the way, legs spread wide. Beer in one hand, tv remote in the other.


“Liar.” I went back to my book.

I heard him get up and make his way across the room. Determined to ignore him, I kept reading until I felt his fingertips on my inner thigh. “Ro…….” I warned.

“Yeah, babe?”

“You know I have to read up on this for my presentation tomorrow. Work, big meeting, potential investors….any of these words ringing a bell?” His fingertips danced up my thigh as I spoke.

“Nope.” His hand slid up under my shorts as he looked at me innocently.

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anonymous asked:

love your writing! i wanted to request an imagine about seb. and i don't know if you saw the james cordon interview he did but he was flirting with sharon stone being very confident then once she calls him cute, he gets flustered and i was wondering if you could do one based on that (:

sorry for the super long wait!!

Dinner? (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Word Count:  1870

Cushioned into the corner of the couch, beside two very attractive men, you didn’t know what you were going to do with yourself. It’d only been recently that you’d popped up in the media as a result of some small, though brilliant, short, indie film that made its way to mainstream Hollywood. And yet, here you were. On James Corden. With Sebastian Stan, sitting to your left. Beside him, Chris Evans. Nearly shaking with anxiety for being on your first real night show.

God, what had you gotten yourself into.

As the audience’s applause begins to fade out, with a grin and the cards in his hand, James starts, “What a fun couch! I’m so happy you’re all here. Chris,” who gives a curt nod with that famous bearded smile of his, “thank you for being here. [Y/N], thank you so much for joining us for your first show, I cannot begin to tell you how brilliant you are, and to come out of nowhere like that!”

The audience screams, and immediately, color fills your cheeks as you nod, laughing. It was still all so surreal, being here, being this. Famous. Waving your hand, you shrug off his compliments, remaining modest.

And with being in the corner, you’ve positioned yourself with your legs crossed, turned more towards James’s chair, so when he moves on to Sebastian, you almost have to turn your body completely to face him. Though you’re not exactly complaining at the view.

“And Sebastian, I’m so excited that you’re here, and apparently, you’re excited you are also excited!”

With his legs spread, leaning comfortably against the back of the couch, Seb’s face is completely serious when he replies, “No, I am, I wanna thank you because.. I finally, thank you,” And you watch as he gestures between himself and… You. “For this. Tonight.”

And without warning, that same hand that gestured between you two falls down and finds your own, bringing it to your knee. Everything inside of you is ignited, and though the warmth in your face gives it away, you play along, grinning, placing your other hand on his.

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stretch out slow, swallow you whole

rating: nc-17

word count:  1,700+

status: completed

tags: bottom!dan, desperate!dan, coming untouched, rimming, a bit of dirty talk, purely gratuitous smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) oh and their landlord walks in

“That feel good?” He murmurs it in his ear and Dan shakes all over.

And then Phil gets caught up with it, unable to stop the words from leaving his mouth.

“You gonna come from just my cock?”

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anonymous asked:

How about some Shikasaku headcanons??? Your blog is a gift btw!!!! ♡♡

Shikamaru is not one for romance. He thinks it’s really lame and it’s too much effort to go through it all. He’s more of a flirt than an actual pursuer.

Sakura, on the other hand, loves all the cliches and one-liners. In her spare time, if she’s not reading a medical encyclopedia, she’ll secretly be reading a romance novel. Shikamaru pokes fun at her because of this.

They meet around the administration building often since Shikamaru visits his father (before his death) and Sakura visits Tsunade and Shizune. At first, it started with typical small talk, but after the war, things would get a little more… interesting.

Shikamaru caught feelings first and hated it because ‘wow, I like her, but she probably doesn’t like me because I’m some old man whose probably boring and I’d have to ask her out on a date or something and–’ he continues on and on because he’s making excuses! What a goof…

Post-war, he’s running an errand for Tsunade to fetch Sakura and sees her playing shogi with a little boy. He’s of course interested and sort of amused since she’s pretending to lose to this little boy whose sick in bed. Once she notices him, she motions him over to come play and he teaches the little guy a few tricks and Sakura gets her butt whooped because now this kid’s being taught by the master. Sakura jokes, ‘Wow, wish I could do that! I can’t think four moves ahead like you can, Shikamaru…’

‘Well, I can teach you anytime you’re free. Come on over if you want.’ He’s kind of nervous because he doesn’t want it to sound like a date, but he also DOES want it to. Such a troublesome man he is!

Sakura agrees on her next day off that she’ll come to visit him which kind of freaks him out. They make plans to meet up and he leaves WITHOUT TELLING HER THAT TSUNADE WAS ASKING FOR HER AND OMG SHE GETS YELLED AT WHY SHIKAMARU !!!!

Hours before she comes over, he goes into cleaning mode around the house and Yoshino’s wondering if he son has been replaced by some dangerous ninjja or something because gee, he’s never cleaned this much when SHE told him to. When Sakura comes over she realizes immediately and invades their time by making snacks and tea for them and asking Sakura bunches of questions: ‘Are you single? What are you visiting my son for? Ah, such beautiful pink hair! Oh, and you have Mebuki’s eyes! So pretty! Isn’t she pretty, Shikamaru?’ And Shikamaru just wants to roll over dead because dang it this is not cool and his mom’s suffocating Sakura lol

He finally gets his mom to leave and they have a proper game of shogi which ends with Shikamaru beating her again… and again… and again… and again! Shikamaru thinks this is hilarious because he knew she wasn’t an expert on a game but he sincerely thought she was taking it easy on that kid, but omg that’s not it at all. 

‘You suck at this.’

‘Argh.. shut up!’

They end up having a lot of fun hanging out and Shikamaru’s hoping that maybeeee Sakura thinks it’s a date, but she leaves without saying anything about it which bums him out lmao Yoshino waits until after Sakura leaves if he’s going to marry her

Having these fuzzy feelings isn’t very ‘normal’ for Shikamaru and his teammates catch on quickly. Ino’s trying to get the answer out of him of who he likes while Chouji’s just waiting for him to break. When he does, Ino squeals and Chouji almost chokes on his food. ‘Sakura? You love Sakura?!’

‘I like her, yeah. And don’t talk so loud.’

Ino gives him all her tips on what Sakura likes in a guy (nothing that Shikamaru has apparently) and Chouji proposes that the best way to a woman’s heart is with food so he tells his buddy to prepare a nice dish! Hearing this advice, he decides to take the safer route and ask Kurenai what he should do.

So he’s sitting on the floor, playing with little Mirai while asking for some advice from Kurenai who just tells him to act like himself which doesn’t help. ‘I’ve always acted like myself. Why would I want to do that some more if it isn’t helping?’ Kurenai assures him that it takes time to really get to know someone and the two (Sakura and Shikamaru) haven’t really been as close until lately. ‘Sakura may come to like you and she may not. But acting like a different person isn’t going to help, Shikamaru. You’re a good person and you’re an intelligent guy. I feel like you have a pretty good chance.’


‘Yes. Just continue to spend time with her and have fun.’

After his pep talk from Kurenai, Shikamaru lays down some light flirting with Sakura that kind of leaves her confused and a bit frazzled because she’s NEVER seen this side of him before, but he’s not going to let her sit and think about it. NO SIR SHIKAMARU IS NOT A PATIENT MAN AND HE SUFFERS TOO MUCH IF HE THINKS TOO HARD ABOUT THE WHAT-IFS.

They play shogi on a weekly basis. Shikamaru wins all of them except for ONE TIME when Sakura finally flirted back, causing him to unravel like a ball of yarn.

‘I think I’ve won this one, Sakura.’ He’s smirking cuz he’s a butt.

‘Yeah, probably, but I can’t just quit, can I?’

‘Well, you could. That would just take the fun out of it.’

‘And is this the only way you have fun? By beating the pants off of innocent women?’

‘You’re still wearing yours, right? No need to worry.’

‘If you win I’ll take them off then. How’s that?’

SHIKAMARU WANTS TO WIN OMG… but he’s thinking waaaay too far ahead to his victory and makes one teenty tiny mistake that makes for BIG opening to shift the tides and Sakura gains an advantage and annhilates him lol She thinks he let her win, but he adamantly denies it and subsequently asks her out on a date like a fool and he thinks himself a fool because he thinks he looks like an idiot and– She accepts and he actually can’t go to sleep that night because he’s so relieved.

Shikamaru’s a light dater who doesn’t believe that he needs to take his girlfriend on an expensive dinner date or a romantic trip to Otafuku or Land of Tea or whatever Ino wants him to do. Sakura does force him to do some traveling and he ends up having fun though.

Sakura and Ino gossip about Shikamaru even though it grosses Ino out lmao

Shikamaru officially introduces Sakura as his girlfriend after a few hard months to his mother and later to his father’s grave and Asuma’s too. Sakura deeply appreciates this as this makes her feel much closer to Shikamaru

Naruto shares lots of chats with Shikamaru about Sakura and they really get closer too as Shikamaru and Sakura’s relationship moves to the next step of their relationship.

Shikamaru gets kind of emotional at their wedding which he finds to be a nuisance beforehand, but seeing his mother there without his father makes him a little upset and he thinks about Asuma and he starts to get cold feet, but Kurenai meets with him and reassures him that everything will be okay.


When there home from work, Sakura makes it a habit of taking out his ponytail and lets his hair down.

Shikamaru takes their children cloud watching all the time when he can and let’s them nap on him too.

Mirai comes to babysit their kids and they play together.

Shikamaru  likes to help Sakura cook and he will, on rare occasions, make her breakfast in bed RARELY though Most of the time Shikamaru sleeps in  because Sakura can’t stand to sleep past eight.

Sakura resorted to making a chore chart since Shikamaru doesn’t really like to clean up after himself. He decides to do the dishes since he can stare out the window at the clouds (so nerdy omg)

Ino coos over their babies all the time and jokes how much they look like Shikamaru *they have his eyes* 

Also they have a boy and a girl.

There you go, anon! I hope you liked this!!

I wanted to gush about the lake hug (Act 3 Scene 9) again because why not?

Scorpius surfaces first and then there’s this pause where you hold your breath, waiting, hoping, for Albus to surface too. Then he does and everyone is so relieved and happy to see Albus again. The audience claps and cheers as he catches his breath and Scorpius is too stunned to move. All he manages to get out is a little, “Albus” and “It’s you”, as he watches his friend ramble on about merman and then he just launches himself at him. Quite literally. He throws himself at Albus to the point where Albus is bending backwards until the weight. Except he kind of isn’t because that boy has muscles by the way. Bless those tank tops. Anyway. It’s a good thing really because they would have drowned otherwise. Albus single handedly keeps them both afloat. In a way, it’s like the Dementor all over again. Before when Scorpius was drowning in his memories, he found Albus and was pulled back up for air. Now we’re seeing it again, except this time he’s right there in front of him. It’s like Scorpius doesn’t even care, didn’t think, he acted on impulse with no hesitation and pounced on him. He’s got his arms wrapped around Albus and he holds on like his life depends on it. Which in this moment, I guess it does. He’s relying solely on Albus. Which, you know, I think he realised back in the Voldemort reality. He needs this boy. He needs him to ramble to over breakfast. He needs him to work through his charms homework with. He needs him to talk to at night when he can’t sleep. But it’s not just a need, but a want too. So he clutches onto him and hopes to say all this without words. 

We know why Scorpius is happy but Albus? He has no idea what brought on this reaction but Scorpius’s happiness is infectious. Albus can’t help but break out the biggest grin as he finally stops flailing (’a difficult task’ is an understatement by the way) and properly gets a hold of Scorpius and hugs him back just as fiercely. The audience cheers again because their happiness really does radiate through the theatre. You sit there and you feel the relief, the happiness, the love. They hold on for so long too. It’s like Scorpius is surfacing and getting his breath back all over again. You see it in the way he holds himself. He relaxes onto Albus and into his embrace. It looks like how it feels to be finally home. 

What makes this hug my favourite though, is how it’s the only one that doesn’t have either of them acknowledging or questioning it. There’s no “do we hug?” or “what’s this?”. Nor are they overly awkward during either. It is what it is, and what it is, is their longest and most exuberant hug. It isn’t fuelled by regret and full of sorry like their library hug, or confusion like their first. No, this one is pure happiness for both of them and watching it, you feel the same. To the depths of your belly, to the tips of your fingers ♥︎

A Gift for Mama

Group/Member: BTS/Taehyung 

Word Count: ??? 

Genre: Fluffy, fluff 

Summary: Taehyung and the twins are out shopping for your birthday present!

A/N: My first request, hope you like it. ~Admin Minjunnie

“Hurry papa, hurry!” Taeguk shouts as I struggle to keep pace with her, while simultaneously carrying Taekwon. “Slow down before you hurt yourself!” Thankfully she does as asked waiting for me to catch up. Is it possible for an 8 year old to have so much energy? I take a moment to collect myself. “You’re so slow papa! If we don’t hurry all the shops will be closed.” “We still have plenty of time sweetie, and were almost to the store anyway. Now take my hand I don’t want you getting lost.” “Okay papa.” With Taekwon in one arm and Taeguk holding the other we made our way to the store in a less frantic manner. The twins had started playing hide-and-go seek in the clothes racks while I looked for a present for Y/n. It was her birthday. The one time of year I dread the most. I never feel confident in what I get for her, no present could compare to how perfect she is; except for our beautiful children of course. This family was the best gift I could have ever gotten, so how will I ever repay her? As I glumly walked from aisle to aisle, I soon found myself losing hope on finding an adequate gift for Y/n. That is until the kids came sprinting towards me. This was their first time going shopping for Y/n so they were REALLY excited. “How’s gift hunting going papa?” Taekwon asked. I shake my head. “Not so well; papa’s having trouble finding a nice present for mama.” The twins exchange a strange look before smiling up at me. “We can help with that!” My eyebrows furrow as I kneel down to their height. “You got any ideas?” “Yup!” They shout in unison each twin grabbing my hand and dragging me along to the jewelry section of the store.

“Happy birthday dear Mommy!~ Happy birthday to you!~” The children and I sang to Y/n, completely off-key then she blew out the candles. I ran a frosting covered finger across her cheek before kissing it lovingly. Causing her to giggle cutely. “Happy birthday Y/n.” I whispered. Before I could kiss her again Taekwon hopped up on my lap and Taeguk did the same for her. “We got you a present Mama!” Taeguk hands her a small box wrapped in colorful wrapping paper, curtesy of the twins. Her eyes shift to me taking the gift. “Oh really?” “Yup open it!” Taekwon yells straight into my ear. I start to sweat a bit hoping she’ll like it. Ripping open the paper, you open the box to see a small heart-shaped locket. Her eyes widen as she looks at the locket, then to me, then back to the locket. She takes it out to inspect it closer when she manages to get it open she sees a picture of the kids and I. She smiles fondly at it before noticing the small engravings in the other half of the heart. “For: the greatest gift ever received, Y/n.” I see tears stream down her face and start to panic. “I-I can take it back if yo-” She halts my sentence by pulling me into a kiss that knocks the air out of me. She pulls back and smiles brighter than I’ve ever seen. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten, thank you Tae.” The twins start to shift in our lap, not liking being ignored. “What about us? We got you that too!” She leans down to peck both their foreheads. “I love your gift~ thank you both.” They giggle jumping up to hug her. I join in the fun. “We love you.” We say to her. Which only makes hercry more. “And I love you too!" 

A/N: T-t-that’s all folks! 

Originally posted by taesdrug

Perfect Proposal 💍💍

Anon: “I asked about the Ethan Dolan imagine a few days ago. I was wondering if you could do one where Y/N and Ethan have a day out at an amusement park and he proposes”
I took it in an odd way, but enjoy!
I roll over in bed, the sunshine hitting my skin and breeze from the open window wafting the curtains. I slide my arm over the other side of the bed and am confused when it can not find Ethan. I sit up and rub my eyes. I am an early bird, a habit left over from my days working while going through Med-school. Even on a beautiful Saturday off, I couldn’t sleep in. Usually, Ethan was the opposite, lounging around until at least noon. I would go for a run, tie up any loose work strings and do some laundry before he woke up. I check my phone and see that it is only 7:15. “Ethan?” I call out into the apartment.

I hear the padding of bare feet and smile when his dark eyes meet mine. He leans against the doorframe. “Goodmorning love” he smiles. “I have a surprise for you.” I smile.

“What is it?” I say, pulling his sweater over my head as I hear four more feet against the floorboards. Ethan’s twin nephew and niece, Atticus and Emily poke their heads into the bedroom.
“(Y/N)!” they cheer before climbing onto my big bed.
“Hey guys!” I smile. They are too adorable. I look up at Ethan. “Where’s Grayson?”
“He and Beth needed a day off so I said we could watch them. I was thinking we could take them to D-I-S-N-E-Y” I nod excitedly. I loved living in LA and being close to Disneyland and Ethan knew it.

We get out the door quickly and are at the park soon after it opens. The twins run off ahead and Ethan and I get our first moment alone this morning as we carefully follow them. “You were great with them this morning,” I say and smile “you’re going to be such a good Dad someday.”
“Grayson is amazing with them I don’t know if I could be as incredible as he is”
“Nonsense, our kids are going to have the perfect dad”
“Our kids?” He smirks and looks down at me. I blush and chuckle. Atticus pulls us into line for the teacups. Emily tugs at Ethan’s thumb.
“Will you make it spin fast? Daddy always makes it spin really fast.”
“Of course princess” he kisses her forehead and picks her up when we get on the ride. The twins sit between us and Ethan gets the t cup spinning like crazy. We are all laughing. This is what I have always wanted. I am so in love with Ethan. I want this to be a part of our future.

When we get off the ride, Grayson calls and says that he and Beth missed their kids too much so they are going to meet us here after lunch. Ethan turns to me, “you probably don’t want to leave once they get here, right?”
You shake your head no. You are still a 6 year old girl inside sometimes and Ethan knows it.

Ethan’s POV
Everything is on schedule. This day has to be perfect. She loves the kids, she loves Disneyland, and hopefully, she really loves me. I watch her walk with Atticus and Emily and find myself falling even more in love with her. I want this for us, I want a future like this and she has to be there. Y/N buys them each a soft pretzel and we sit and watch the Frozen sing along as we wait for Grayson and Beth. Atticus and Emily are singing at the top of their lungs and my beautiful girlfriend cannot stop laughing.

I catch Ethan staring at me during the Frozen show and smile. He is so handsome but sweet. I wonder how I got so lucky, though he does have a twin so the odds were doubled. I hope he knows how much I love him, that I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Grayson and Beth’s arrival finally stops the singing as their kids cheer and leap into their arms. They got married young, right around the time Ethan and I met. I had just entered medical school and neither of us were looking for serious because we had busy futures ahead of us. But, when you know something is good, it doesn’t matter where you are in your life, you make it work and find the time. I am so happy we did. There have been many phone calls and stints of long distance, but we made it through. The rest of the day is a blur full of laughter and sunshine with Grayson and his family. After a lovely dinner , Ethan says we have to leave. I am confused, but oblige.

Ethan’s POV
I can’t believe she hasn’t caught on yet. We pull out of the Disneyland parking lot and I take the coastal highway home. The ocean crashes against the cliffs and Y/N rolls down the window. She leans watching the road and moving her hand in the wind. I am still lost at how someone could be so perfect. We are getting close to the spot. I take a deep breath.

I look around, confused as to why we are taking this roundabout route home.
“Where are we going babe?”
“Be patient” he smiles coyly
“Okay” I laugh.
A few minutes later I see it.
“Ethan, what are we doing here? Ethan!”
Lovers lookout was where my grandfather brought my grandmother on their first date and is where my dad proposed to my mom. I didn’t even know Ethan knew that stuff or payed attention to it. He always seemed so preoccupied with the football or hockey game while I rambled on about this stuff. Apparently, I was wrong.
He parks, but keeps the car running. The radio station comes in clearly.
“This next one goes out to Y/N from Ethan” he says and I look over at him.
“What the hell are you doing?” I am ready to cry because I know exactly what is happening as he opens the door of the car for me. Our song from when we first started dating, Thinking Out Loud comes on and I can’t control the tears. They roll down my face and I shake my head in disbelief as Ethan sits me down on the car, kneeling in front of me.
“Y/F/N, every minute I spend with you leaves me wanting another. You are the most amazing person I know. You are beautiful, intelligent, stubborn, witty, so sexy, nurturing, honest, and a billion other things, some of which I have yet to discover. I used to think adventure could only be achieved alone and love was a fairytale mind game. Now, I have no doubt that the love I feel for you and the life we will spend and create together is all the adventure anyone could ask for. So, would you do me a small favor and stick around for the rest of my life?”
I nod like a bumbling idiot as he reveals a perfect diamond and pearl ring, vintage style like my grandmothers. “Of course I will”

Ethan’s POV
I stand up and slide the ring on her finger before picking her up in my arms. I give her the softest, longest kiss as the sun paints the ocean pink.
“This was perfect” she says softly as we are laying on the hood of the car together.
“I’m going to be the best husband” I say and her laugh floats up into the air, melding with the sounds of the waves.
Nothing can top this moment.