you have such a bright future ahead of you

cave me in (m)

based on the prompt, “fake relationship au“

pairing: shin hoseok | reader
genre/warnings: romance, angst, smut / language
word count: 16,184
description:  you’ve never regretted being shin hoseok’s best friend, but when you realize you’re in love with him when he’s supposed to be your fake boyfriend at his ex-girlfriend’s wedding you’re actually starting to.
a/n: IT’S FINALLY DONE. this was supposed to be a drabble (as if)…. for @wonhopes thank you for requesting this and feeding into my love for wonho….. and thank you @wangpuppo for listening to me change my mind a million times about the plot for this.

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

You weren’t supposed to fall in love. (Not again, at least.)

All you were supposed to do was fake a smile, look good on his arm, and make everyone believe that you were in love.

Nowhere in your agreement did it say to enjoy the warmth of his arms, the smile that curves on his beautiful reddened lips, the sound of his deep, guttural voice whether it was when he was talking or singing or even whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It was all supposed to be a simple exchange where you finally got to see your best friend, not revisit feelings you shoved away when you were in high school. But maybe the heart wants what it wants. Maybe you just liked the thrill of doing things that you shouldn’t or the way he made you feel just from a mere hand on your hip or caress of his fingertips brushing back a wild strand of hair…

Everything about Shin Hoseok was positively the worst and best thing that could’ve happened to you, and it’s his damn proposition to blame, unless you want to get more technical then maybe it was the moment he entered your life.

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Mr. Min - Chapter 06 Preview

She shifted uncomfortably as she stared you down but her smile only faltered for a moment, something you missed entirely. “How well do you know my son?” Her voice was warm but the question came out harsh.

“Mr. Min is a great boss,” you said and forced your mouth into a gentle smile. “He’s always-.”

“I didn’t ask how he was as a boss,” his mother interrupted and focused her gaze at you. “I asked how well do you know Yoongi?”

Just hearing his name, his actual name and not just his family one, jarred you. Sure, Hoseok had let it slip the night before but it still felt like she was poking at a fresh wound. You winced and hoped it wasn’t noticeable. “I don’t know him all that well, ma’am.”

“Is that so?” Her smile twisted a little wider and you couldn’t help the way your heart thumped faster, as if you were prey that had only just realized it had fallen in a trap. “I’ve looked through your records at our company. You’re a bright girl with a future ahead of you. I can see that even just in your supervisor’s notes in your file.”

She was wrong. You knew she had to be wrong. You hadn’t excelled at work, had barely managed to scrape by without being reprimanded or outright fired for poor performance (something you had begun to think Yoongi might have been responsible for) but you weren’t sure why she was under the wrong impression. It crossed your mind briefly that Hoseok had called Yoongi’s whole family twisted and that meant his mother was very much a part of it. Perhaps she knew about your poor work performance and was lying. You stared at the beautiful woman, her own eyes still trained on you, and your chest tightened with an anxious knot. After all, Hoseok was a stranger you had only met the night before and, to be fair, he had spent most of the evening in an awkward dance with Yoojung as they both tried to avoid the topic of Yoongi altogether. He hadn’t exactly been forthcoming with information, not that you had asked him all the questions you had, and you hesitated to entrust so much confidence in him.

“Oh,” you finally said in a hushed voice. “That’s very kind of them.”

“I thought so too,” she chuckled softly and something about the quietness of her laughs felt like you weren’t meant to understand the joke. “I’m sure Yoongi had something to do with it.”

You straightened quickly in your seat and rushed out a frantic, “I don’t think he even would notice what’s in my file. We really aren’t that close.”

“You’re close enough to fuck him,” she said and cocked her head to the side. “Isn’t that right?” Your throat clenched, your breath stopped, and your eyes widened but you didn’t have time to even dream what kind of an answer you would give her. “I’m curious. How much do you know about my son?”

Writing Romance (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You and Lin spend the day book shopping. You get mistaken for a couple. Casual flirting in between.

Word Count: 669 (ha)

Warnings: Lots of flirting, a direct Alexander Hamilton quote, a non-existent book, a few cheesy Hamilton references, another cheesy twitter ending. Nothing honestly, I’m a fluff writer through and through.

A/N: A short ficlet that falls in line with the other fic I wrote, Halfway, but that one doesn’t have to be read for this one to make sense. I would’ve written something longer but I’m in the midst of battling a few ideas that r e f u s e to cooperate.

“Love, look what I found.” you chirped, sinking to the floor at the back of the bookstore to sit across from Lin. You leaned back against the bookcase behind you as you fished out the book. You held up A Complete Collection of Alexander Hamilton’s Work with a grin before you feathered through it and started to read aloud. 

“I have told you, and I told you truly that I love you too much. You engross my thoughts too entirely to allow me to think of anything else. You not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream - and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetnesses.” you paused and your eyes flicked up to look at an unusually quiet Lin. “What?”

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anonymous asked:

A reaction/scenario of being put in charge/mentoring a 13 or 14 y/o trainee for the members Hoshi, Jun, Woozi, and Minghao. Basically just how they'd treat her and how they'd act, just stuff like that. I saw someone request something similar on another blog and thought I'd request it here! :)

I think this is somewhere between a reaction and a scenario - hope you like it 😘 ♥ I wasn’t sure what kind of things you wanted included exactly so here you go!!


  • would honestly feel like such a big brother, and even you’d be able to feel it! 
  • upon hearing the news that he’d be put in charge to mentor you, the main thought in his mind would be “Am I cut out to do this?” but at the latest when he’s met you, he gains some confidence
  • you’d get along really well, at least after the initial ice has been broken
  • he’d take pride in mentoring you, and would make sure he gives you the best mentoring possible!
  • of course, he’d also be a bit strict in the sense that he wants you to get as good as you want to become and you have potential for
  • which is also why, at the beginning, he’d probably ask you about your goals and who you look up to, so that he’d have an idea of what he’s dealing with in that sense
  • answer “I look up to you” and he’s sold
  • he’d treat you like a friend, but he’d honestly always keep in mind that you’re quite young, so he’d in a way be more careful with his words than he’d be with someone older
  • not to mention that he’s even more caring towards you than others
  • and all in all he’d take really good care of you and always make sure you’re eating and sleeping enough (well, as “enough” as you can as a trainee)
  • so he regularly sends you messages like “Have you remembered to eat?” etc, and if you say you’ve been too busy practicing or something he’ll send you an angry sticker lmao
  • “Eat or I won’t mentor you tomorrow.”
  • it’d be followed with a laughing emoji tho, you know he’s rarely serious about that (but he is serious about eating)
  • Jun would also be quite honest in his feedback, at least after the very beginning where he’d probably still be a bit too reserved to be 100% honest about it
  • but it wouldn’t take him long to give you an honest evaluation and point out exactly where you still need to improve and focus on that
  • always makes sure you know when you’ve improved and that you also know just how proud he is of you
  • with some experience on getting feedback on it, he’d also teach you to focus on your expressions when you get good enough with a song


  • would be so excited to hear that he’d get to mentor you!
  • like literally as soon as he’s told about it, he’d be smiling really brightly and ask when he’ll start
  • upon meeting you, he’d want to get to know you, but he’d also want to see your level
  • so prepare to show your singing and dancing pretty much righ there and then
  • he’d watch carefully and take mental note of your strengths and weaknesses, after which he’d also ask you what you thought your strengths and weaknesses were
  • admits that he’s probably more help in dancing than in singing, and just laughs when you assure him that he’ll be able to help you with singing without a problem, too
  • Soonyoung would make practice as fun as he can while still making sure you get everything out of his lessons, and he’d feel so proud when he sees the progress you’re making
  • would ruffle your hair quite a lot, especially when you’ve been practicing for several hours straight and you’re sitting on the floor, panting while drinking your water
  • “You’re doing amazing, kiddo.”
  • would definitely help you find your own style if you didn’t have it already, and there’s no doubt that your confidence would grow a lot under his mentoring
  • much like Jun, he’d also be quite honest with his feedback - he wants you to know your flaws so that you can work on them and only get better
  • he’d get quite attached to you in the sense that he feels responsible for you, and does his best not to overwork you
  • shows his affection similarly like he does with Chan, and dotes on you a lot
  • ok I feel like they’d all make sure you’re good and healthy and taking care of yourself
  • like “Show me a proof that you’re eating well and I’ll teach you a cool move” and all that


  • would definitely be intrigued when he’s told that he’d be mentoring you
  • it’d be his first time mentoring anyone and he’d feel a bit confused about what he’s supposed to do, but when you start working together all pieces just fall to place
  • the age gap would be felt, though, but like most of them, he’d also more or less get that big brother feel to him
  • the beginning might be a bit awkward, with him not exactly all that open with new people and you finding him rather intimidating, but little by little you get closer and more comfortable with each other
  • with Woozi tho, you get the perfect 2 in 1 deal - singing and dancing are both included under his mentoring, among everything else
  • out of all 4 he’d be the most straightforward with his feedback, but he wouldn’t word it as sharply as he probably would with like, another Seventeen member
  • but that’s not to say he won’t be almost brutally honest
  • Jihoon would treat you kindly and always makes sure he’s not asking for too much from you, while still being the most demanding of the 4
  • for at least every other lesson, he’d ask you if there was something specific you wanted to learn, like a move, technique, song or that kind of things, and then you’d work on those
  • teaches you how to sing without straining your voice too much and is happy and proud when he hears the change (and when you excitedly tell him that your throat doesn’t get sore anymore)
  • treats you out to meals quite often
  • also wants to get feedback from you, too, so that he knows how to help you better
  • would also tell you some stories from his own trainee days, especially when he feels like you might need some kind of reassurance
  • “You’re still really young, Y/N, and I really hope you know just how bright of a future you have ahead of you. Just keep working hard and doing your best, okay?
  • and other inspirational words that always remind you of why you’re training in the first place
  • might not vocally tell you just how much he cares for you but it’s obvious in how he always makes sure you’re doing and feeling alright, even if he does that sorta discreetly
  • such a great mentor honestly :(


  • he’s the closest to your age and would probably be the one to befriend you the most in the actual sense of friend
  • but there’d still be the whole aura of “they’re younger than me I must be a good role model” around lmao
  • would, similarly to Jun, consider if he’s actually able to mentor you, but he likes new challenges so he accepts it 
  • in a way the opposite of Jihoon’s, Minghao would be rather soft with his feedback
  • like naturally he’ll tell you what you still need to work on but he always explains it super gently 
  • he’s also very patient with his training, and will gladly show moves to you as many times as you need to get it
  • dotes on you like the others, and often hugs you as well
  • much like Soonyoung, he’d also do his best to make practice fun
  • each lesson he’ll probably learn about as much as you do, since he’s not the most experienced when it comes to teaching others
  • so while you get good at dancing and everything else important, he gets better and better at helping you out
  • doesn’t really scold you when you make mistakes and instead just laughs it off like “Oh no no Y/N this is how it goes.”
  • having felt a lot of homesickness during his days as a trainee and even after debut, naturally, he’d make sure you know that you could always talk to him if you ever felt upset or homesick
  • meaning you’d probably have long talks after practice at times, with the two of you sitting on the floor and you probably hugging your knees and Minghao hugging you comfortingly and telling you it’d all be okay
  • you’d get really close to him and he’d always make sure you feel comfortable around him (probably even gets you some treats every now and then)
  • but yeah he’d treat you really well honestly like he’d be your good friend but also your mentor and you’d enjoy every lesson with him
  • if you’re lucky you learn some Chinese on the side
  • he’d quite likely also teach you some b-boying if you had interest or former experience in it
  • “Perhaps we can show our skills off together someday.”

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Mr. Headphones (Highschool AU)

admin k: I missed writing series so i asked you guys what you wanted and this is what I’m writing now! If you want to see anything happen throughout this series, just inbox me/request and I’ll surely put it in the next chapter! If you just want to read, go ahead! 

disclaimer: swear words, violence in future chapters

genre: fluff, some angst

pairing: vernon x reader x joshua 

word count: 1.4K 

Originally posted by sneezes

(the gif has nothing to do with the scenario but i just love it   lol, he’s so cute)

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Like She’s Mine (part six) - Stiles Stilinski

I’m sorry this is late guys but here she is! 
warnings: mentions of sex as always, and swearing, as always

part one
part two
part three
part four
part five

“Stiles” I said, blinking my eyes quickly as though testing to see if he was real.

“You-you’re- you’re here” I said, a slow smile spreading on my face.  He was already grinning.

“Hey y/n” In seconds his arms were wrapped around my waist and I was hugging him so tightly I couldn’t breathe for a few moments.

“Wow, you’re here, you’re here early!” I said when we pulled away.  He nodded a little sheepishly, and I stepped aside.  “Come in, I’ll show you around the new apartment” I said.  He closed the door behind him, and I peeked around the corner to make sure Madi’s room was shut.  Thankfully it was, I would just tell him that’s Allison’s room and she liked her privacy.

“I got here last night, I just went back home and was at Scott’s for a bit this morning but uh, he said Allison was coming over for the day and I should go hang out with you”

“Wow, glad to hear you were so thrilled to see me” I said, and he rolled his eyes, hitting my arm gently.

“No, that was just his way getting me out of the house so him and Allison could bang” he said bluntly, making me snort.  He wandered into the kitchen, looking around a bit before sitting at the table.  Instantly I went to the sink and began to do the dishes.

“Sorry the place is a mess, I’m a mess, if I’d known you were coming-”

“No no, it’s cool” Stiles chuckled.  “I always knew you were the one to steal that sweatshirt” I looked down to see that I, in fact, was wearing his old lacrosse sweatshirt.

“Wow, that felt so long ago” I said smiling slightly before picking up a plate and scrubbing vigorously.

“It sort of was I guess” He shrugged.  “You finished all your online courses right?”

“Yep, I’m officially on summer vacation.  Did you ditch the last week?”

“No actually, I took my exams early so I could come surprise you, talked to Scott on the phone the other day and thought it was a good idea” You nodded, drying the plate and setting it on the counter.

“Well I’m glad you did.  I’ve missed you being around here” He let out a soft laugh and a barely there smile.  “You like DC right?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s nice.  Lots of new places to eat.  I’ll have to take you some time there’s a cafe there I think you’d like a lot” I nodded and grinned at him.  

“Yeah that would be cool” I told him.

“So does breastfeeding hurt?” My heart stopped.  I was sure I was going to go into cardiac arrest.  Did he just say what I think he said? I set down the bowl I was holding, and turned slowly.  I stared at Stiles, his eyes glued to the floor.  “Cause I was surprised that Scott told me that’s what you chose to do” Tears welled in my eyes, but he still wasn’t looking up.

“Stiles I-” I froze again when his head just shot up, hard eyes meeting mine.  But there were tears in there too, I could see.

“Let me guess.  You ‘were going to tell me’? ‘You didn’t have the right moment’? Is that it?” I swallowed painfully, unable to find the right thing to say.  “Because if I do the math right, you knew while I was here.  You knew and you didn’t tell me, while I was still here” He sounded so hurt it killed me inside.

“Stiles, I really was going to tell you… some day”

“Oh.  I’m sorry.  Some day.  When your kid’s twenty two and I get an invite to a wedding.  But I threw away the invitation because I didn’t think a Madison Rose l/n existed! I didn’t go to your girl’s wedding because I never knew you had a baby!” I let out a choked sound as tears spilled over.

“Stiles you’re being crazy-”

“No y/n, I’m being realistic.  How could you not tell me? We were best friends-”

Were?” You emphasized the use of his past tense.  He tensed up, and his mouth stopped moving, just hung open.  “Stiles, that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you!”

“Oh, but Allison knew-”

“ALLISON WAS STAYING HERE TELLING HER DIDN’T THREATEN HER FUTURE LIKE IT WOULD’VE THREATENED YOURS!” I screamed, I just didn’t care anymore.  I didn’t care if the neighbors heard, I didn’t care if he began to cry, I was pissed.  “Don’t you get it Stiles!? I couldn’t tell you, because tell me what you would’ve done if I had” I groaned out the words.

“y/n I would’ve stayed in an instant I wouldn’t have been mad-”

“No, you weren’t allowed to stay.  You had such a bright life ahead of you and I wasn’t going to let you throw it away because I made a mistake!”

“But that’s what best friends do isn’t it!?” He shot up from the chair, waving his hands frantically.  “They help each other! I wasn’t here- I- I didn’t help you at all! Because I didn’t know-”

“Maybe I’d dealt with enough disappointment in my life! Did you ever think of that Stiles!?” I rubbed my hand over my forehead, and he sighed.  It was quiet for a few moments.

I could not believe this was happening.

Stiles took a few deep breaths in a row, until he walked over closer to me.

“Come here” He said softly, and I closed the distance, falling into his arms and letting him hold me tightly.  “I wouldn’t have been disappointed in you, y/n.  I’m not disappointed in you.  I think you’re brave, and made a good decision” I sniffled, trying not to cry into his shirt.

“But I lied to you” I whispered.  He thought for a moment, then ran his fingers through my hair with one hand and rubbed my back with the other.

“And I wish you didn’t” He said slowly, and I wrapped my arms under his, my hands resting on his back and I pushed myself closer.  “But I forgive you”

“You do?” He nodded, pulling back slightly and pressing his lips to my forehead.  My eyes fluttered shut as I relished in that moment.  It was quiet again as we just stood there holding onto each other for a few more minutes.  It was our silent apologies and the solid message of it was “you’re still my friend and I still care about you no matter what” I held on as long as I could.

“y/n” Stiles put his chin on top of my head, and I hummed.  “You were right” I pulled back, furrowing my brow slightly.  “I would’ve stayed…  here for the year” He said slowly.

“I know” I replied quietly.

“I also would’ve beat the living shit out of Theo” I smiled a little as his hands pushed m hair behind my ears, still stroking through it.

“Well you’d be in line behind Allison Lydia and Scott” Stiles tsked, shaking his head.

“I’d get out that old baseball bat and everything-” I pulled away from him, heading back to my room.  “Hey- where’re you-”

“I’m going to get dressed so we can hang out today, we’ve got a lot to talk about”

“The cutest is when- oh no that’s- wait! Ugh I can’t pick one” I groaned, putting my elbows on the table and resting my head in my hands as I thought.  Stiles chuckled from across me, taking a drink of his coffee.  He’d asked me what Madi’s cutest quality is, but I just couldn’t pick one.

“When do I get to meet her?” He asked, a big smile on his face that made me melt and my heart swell.  “What?”


“You gave me a funny look” He said, and I glanced down at the mug in my hands for a moment.  Then looked around me, at the other people at our favorite cafe.  I wondered if they were regulars.  If they’d often seen Stiles and I here together.  I figured we’d be memorable, we weren’t very quiet.  I wondered though, if they remembered us, if they thought we were a couple.

“I was just thinking” I said, shrugging my shoulders, then lowered my voice.  “Do you think these people come here often too?” I asked him, and he looked over the other tables just as I had earlier.

“Perhaps” Stiles responded, pursing his lips.  “Do you think they’d remember us?” I chuckled linking my fingers together round my cup.

“Oh definitely” I said with a giggle.  We talked about meaningless things again, high school memories seeing that we were college students now.  It made me feel old, realizing I was a mom and had a somewhat steady job.

I told him that tonight Scott Allison and Lydia were coming back over to the apartment with Madi.  I told him he should come, and he made a pft sound, assuring that he’d be there.  I grinned as we walked aimlessly around town.  Somehow, his arm wound up being hung loosely around my shoulder, and it was like we just slipped right back to where we were.  Happy, loud, and outgoing teenagers that could walk around and talk about everything and nothing at once.

He dropped me off back at the apartment, and we shared a quick and right hug before saying we’d see each other later.  He told me he was very excited to meet Madi.  When he left, I did a little happy dance in the living room.

After a long shower and bath, like I had previously scheduled, I was painting my fingernails a nice deep blue color.  I was sat on the couch, towel on my head, and wearing denim shorts and an old band tee shirt.  I was happily flicking the brush across my nail as my show played, and it was such a content mood I almost forgot I had one teensy, weensy problem left.

You were still in love with Stiles.

An hour later, there was knocking on the door.  “It’s open!” You called, too busy tossing the salad in the kitchen.

“We’re here!” Alison sing songed, and I heard the happy gurgling of Madi.  I squealed, tossing in a few extra tomatoes before rushing over to the door.  You grinned big as Allison pushed in the stroller, Scott and Lydia behind.

“Hi Madi! Hi sweetpea!” I said sweetly, and stooped over to lift her up. “Oohh, were you good for Allison?” I said, holding her at my hip as I looked to the others for an answer.

“She was! She was very good” Allison said, kicking off her shoes and walking into the kitchen with Scott on her tail.  Lydia went into the living room, sitting on the couch and crossed her legs.

“Hold on Scott” I said, and I must’ve given him a borderline death glare, because Allison caught my telepathic message to take Madison.

“Oh man” Scott said under his breath.

“We’ll be right back Alli” I said in a sickeningly sweet tone.  “Walk with me to the hall, Scott?” He nodded, following me out of the apartment.  I made sure the door was unlocked when I closed it.

“Look, y/n I want you to know I’m so sorry and I swear to god I didn’t do it on purpose-”

“Scott… will you just tell me what happened? Because I was sort of humiliated this morning” I said quietly and slowly.

“He came over and we were just talking and he said how excited he was to surprise you and I was too happy for him being back and all of us hanging out again and I sorta just slipped up and said that he’d love Madi and how she’s such a special girl” I sighed a little, wrapping my arms around myself.  “It was a total accident y/n I swear”

“I know, I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose”

“Right, we’re friends I care about you-”

“Because Allison would’ve whipped your ass” I retorted with a chuckle, and it was uplifting to hear his small laugh as well.

“Yeah that too, but seriously, any way I can make it up to you, just let me know” I chuckled and shook my head.

“No no, it’s fine, really I just.. I don’t know curiosity got the better of me” I said with a nervous laugh.

“Hey, it’s cool” Scott shrugged, and held his arms out.

“What’re you doing…?”

“Come on, bring it in” He moved his hands, beckoning.  I laughed again, eventually closing th distance and letting him hug me.  Scott ended up picking me up which made me laugh more before he set me back down.

“Uh, hey guys” I turned to see an awkward Stiles standing in front of us.

“You came!” I said releasing Scott to wrap my arms around Stiles’ neck, but quickly realized he was holding a bag.  A birthday one, pastel pink with darker pink circles on it.  He put tissue paper in it and everything.

“Yeah of course I did” He said sheepishly.  Scott excused himself back inside.  I gestured to the bag in his hands.  “Oh” He grinned wide.  “It’s for Madi” He said.  I thought for a moment I was a puddle on the floor, but nope, still solid.  It was only my heart that has melted.

“Awe come on inside” I said softly, and he came in next to me.

“Stiles!” Everyone sorta cheered, and he awkwardly raised his hands.

“Where’s Madi?” You asked.  Lydia, who was sitting on the floor, back to the rest of the group, leaned over slightly.  Giving us perfect view of my little girl.  She had a block in one hand, the letter R painted on it in red, and in the other she held the small blue wolf that she’d grown so attached to.  She was sucking audibly on the pacifier in her mouth, and she was sat happily on a light green blanket Lydia had spread out.  I grinned happily and walked over to her.  When she looked up at me she smiled and her pacifier fell out.  I chuckled as I plopped myself next to Lydia in front of her.

“She’s just been sitting here, hitting this block on the floor and on my foot” Lydia said, laughing loud enough to get Madi to look at her.  I picked up the pacifier by the handle, and held it to her, silently asking if she wanted.  Her response was hitting it gently with her hand.  I rolled my eyes a little.

“She’s adapting your sass Lyds” I said, standing up.  Stiles was still standing near the doorway, eyes soft and smile caring as he watched her.  “Well come on, let her get to know you” I urged with a sweet smile.  He nodded rapidly, crossing the room and setting the gift bag on the table as he took my previous spot on the floor.  I walked to the kitchen to wash the pacifier, but secretly watched them from behind the wall.  In seconds he had her giggling and wrapping her hands around his long fingers.  I smiled to myself as Madison seemed to study his hands.  Stiles was looking to Lydia and Allison, confused as to why the girl was just staring at his arm.  Until she raised her arm and high fived the back of his hand.  She smiled and giggled in reaction to his chuckle.

I did eventually go clean off the pacifier, setting it on the counter when I finished before going back to the living room.  Dinner was still cooking in the oven, and the timer had said five more minutes.

I watched Stiles interact happily with Madison from my spot curled up on the end of the sofa.  Allison and I were chatting here and there, but my entire focus was practically on my daughter and best friend.  I think she realized this, because mid sentence she stopped, and just gently laid her head on the side of my shoulder.

“They’re the cutest aren’t they?” She whispered to me, and for a moment I thought that he’d heard, but he was too wrapped up in Madi.

“Yeah they are” I hummed back.

We ate dinner while Madison continued to play in the living room.  We were going to just sit around the table in talk, but Allison and Stiles got too excited and rushed out of the kitchen to go play with Madison, who seemed content to have people around her again.  Lydia nudged me as she stood.

“Good for her to have a male figure in her life, yeah?” A blush creeped up my cheeks at her subtle implication, and I looked to Scott for a moment, who was grinning like an fool.  I didn’t say anything, deciding to just quickly follow Lydia into the living room.

“y/n, y/n look!” Stiles called, and I walked over to where he sat on the floor in front of Madi.  He scooched himself back a little and beckoned his hands.  She crawled over to him

“Oh, Madi!” I clapped my hands together as I scooped her into my arms and pulled her into my lap.  “I’m so proud of you!” I tickled under her chin and she giggled.  I looked up to Stiles, who was watching out interaction.  “That was her first time crawling” I said, and his features lit up.

“Really?” I nodded.

“You got her to crawl” I told him, tearing up at the slightest.  He leaned over, just enough to wrap his arm around me in half a hug.

“Well you’re very welcome” He told me as I attacked her with tickles.  Splutters of giggles coming from her lips as she squealed.

“Dynamic duo” Allison commented, making Lydia chuckle and Scott mumble something else.  I didn’t hear it right, but it made the three of them burst into laughter again.  I looked to Stiles.

“What’d he say?” but he just flushed and shrugged his shoulders.  I pursed my lips, but shook my head and discarding the curiosity from my train of thought.

“Hey, can I crash on your couch tonight?” Stiles asked as Madison began to curl up in my arms.  I fully cradled her.

“Yeah I’m going to Scott’s for the night” Allison answered before I could.  “Couch is all yours”

“And I’m staying with my mom tonight in the old house” Lydia said.  “No nail polish fumes” She added with a chuckle.

‘Yeah sure I guess you can stay in my apartment that my friends just offered to you” I said with a small giggle.

“If it’s trouble I don’t-”

“No no” I cut off Stiles, smiling kindly at him.  “It’s fine, I was just messing with you” I told him and he smiled in relief.  “I’m gonna take Madison to bed, I think she just used up all her energy on you” I said, standing up still with her tucked safely in my arms.

“Au revoir” Allison called, laying across Scott’s lap on the couch.  Lydia squirmed as the brunette’s legs came into contact with the her stomach.  I watched her leap off of the sofa and walk to sit on the floor instead.  I turned the corner, opening the door to Madi’s room.

“Alrighty” I said softly as I laid her down in her crib.  “Night night Madi” I carefully tucked her blankie around her and watched her eyes heavily slide shut.  “Love you” I hummed, leaning over to give her her goodnight kiss on the head.

“Is she always this angelic?” I jumped and turned, not knowing that Stiles had come in.  He was leaning against the doorframe.

“Jesus I didn’t hear you” I said laughing slightly before looking back at Madi.

“I’ll take that as a yes.  You got lucky with a perfect child” I chuckled bitterly and shook my head.

“Perfect yes… but angel… ha” I rolled my eyes and tucked Madi again, desperate for something to do.  “She likes to wake up at two am screaming and bawling for no reason” He cringed and I shrugged.  “Also she went through a phase of puking every day, at least twice.  And it didn’t look of smell like it came from a human” He laughed but made a long grossed out sound.  “Come on over” I said, waving my hand in towards the room.  He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.  He crossed the room to stand next to me, looking down at my sleeping daughter.

“She’s so peaceful” He commented quietly and I nodded in agreement, giving a small hum.  We stood there for a few more moments in silence before walking back out of the room, the monitor in my hand.  Allison was now sleeping, big surprise, and Lydia was casually going through her social media.  Scott just sat silently, petting Allison’s hair here and there.  He seemed to be thinking deeply, but maybe he was just zoned out.  You can never really tell with him…

“She fell asleep the second you left” Lydia said with a quiet laugh.  “Just crashed” I smiled good heartedly.  “Scott here’s like  rock.  Just sitting silently for the past five minutes. Quite awkward might I say.  I tried making conversation but he’d only nod or shake his head.  Not even in the right places” I chuckled again.  “I think I’m gonna head out anyways” Lydia said, standing up and yawning.

“What?” Scott perked up at Lydia’s announcement.

“I’m exhausted, and it’s already ten.  I told my mother I’d come over more around an hour ago…” I chuckled softly.

“You’ve never been at home at the times your mom wants to be.  Wasn’t your curfew nine all through high school?” I asked.  Scott snorted.

“Lydia Martin doesn’t do curfews” He mimicked in a feminine tone.  I had my giggle, not wanting the strawberry blonde to glare at me the way she was at Scott.

“Ha ha.  But seriously” Lydia stood, smiling softly to me as she held her arms open.  I accepted the hug and she rubbed my back for a short moment before pulling away.  “I’ll see you tomorrow probably” She said with a soft and tired giggle.  I nodded.

“Thanks for coming over Lyd” She nodded back before heading to the door.  I watched as she slipped her shoes back on, and waved as she walked out.

“Bye guys!” She called before closing it behind her.  I sat against the couch, butt on the floor and my back pressed against it.

“You look exhausted” I looked up to see Allison looking down at me from where she laid in Scott’s arms.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were sleeping” I said.

“I’ve been in and out of it.  I think it’s been a long day for all of us” She responded.  

“Definitely” I mumbled.  But caught the look on Stiles’ face out of the corner of my eyes.  Maybe it was guilt, I couldn’t really tell.  Just that he acknowledged my comment.  I didn’t say anything else, just sat thinking to myself as Allison uncurled herself from Scott.

“You wanting to go?” Scott asked, and she just nodded.  I was glad when she leaned over to hug me rather than make me stand.

“Bye Alli” I said, and she squeezed me tight for a moment.  “What was that for?” I whispered under my breath, only for her to hear.

“You know” She murmured back.  “Don’t let him slip away again” She added in the same secretive tone before pulling away from me and standing again.  I just stared at her with wide eyes and parted lips.  “See you later y/n”

“Bye Al” My voice was a whisper.  “Bye Scott” I hadn’t even realized her boyfriend was already waiting at the door for her.  They waved at us and I waved limply back.  WHen the door shut, Stiles sat down next to me on the floor.

“You okay?” He asked me quietly, and pulled his legs up, arms wrapped over the top of his knees.  The same as me, though I was tightly holding my legs to my chest.  I didn’t say anything, just kept on staring at the same spot on the floor where the carpet’s color was ruined.  Allison attacked me in a tickle fight and I spilled nail polish remover there.  I wondered if whoever moved in next would notice it.  If they’d wonder what the stain was from.  If they’d come up with some crazy story as to why that part of the carpet looks more white than beige.  Or if maybe they wouldn’t notice at all.

I hoped they’d be the ones to make up stories about it.

He caught m memo of just wanting to stay quiet to myself, so he stayed silent as well.  Which I appreciated as I continued to think about that spot on the floor.  Why it was so important for me to think so deeply about, I don’t know.  I just wondered if the story was going to stay or not.  If it was truly a permanent spot.  When he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, I looked over at him, our eyes meeting for a moment as I sank into his side.  He was warm, and smelled of vanilla.  After a little more thinking of that stain, I let my head fall on his shoulder, and thoughts of him invade my mind.

“Yeah I’ll be fine” I mumbled out long after he’d asked the question.

“Okay” Was all he responded with.  I released my legs, letting my knees fall slightly against his thighs.

I couldn’t tell you how long we sat there like this.  His arm around my shoulders, my head now lying on his collarbone, legs pressed together.

It was really nice.

part 7 out in a bit loves!

tagged: @morganschiebel @bunnyboo10154 @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday and @johnsonxstilinski

also madi @celestial-writing bc she’s such a sweetheart and meh baby (literally)

stay gold
xoxo ~ Jordie

On The Run

A/N: this request reminded me of the song by jay-z and beyonce, hence the title. gif below has me shook.

Pairing: Reader x Jason McCann

Request: ‘Can u plzzzzz do an imagine with Jason McCann and y/n both are always in and out of jail love ya

Warnings: jason frickin’ mccann

Originally posted by beliectionerimagines


“You’re out of here McCann. Get going before I change my mind.” Those words were like gospel to me. I’ve grown to get used to them because I’ve been in and out of jail for quite some time but, I wasn’t alone.

“Hey partner-in-crime,” Jason greeted me half way. “Ready to go?”

“Ready,” I replied, shooting him a quick smile. We walked out of the police station hand in hand, and of course, we were met by the news media. Jason noticed one of his henchmen waving him down, so we quickly pushed through the annoying news reporters hurling either questions or insults at us. I never thought of picturing myself being on the run with Jason, I was never like this. Meeting him definitely changed my life.

Jason opened the car door for me to get in and got in beside me. We sped out of the parking lot and away from there. 

“Boss am I glad to see you.” Smith spoke up, glancing back at Jason. “You too Ms. {Y/N}.”

“Take us home Smith, my boy! It’s time to celebrate!”

The jail cell doors shut close, causing me to jump. That was a sound I needed to get used to.

“What is it with the two of you? Both of you are so young and you keep on throwing away your lives,” the jail guard who I learned his name was Mick said. I could tell he was just as annoyed as me with being here. 

“What can I say? It’s like my second home.” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. It was probably my second time this week being in this hell hole. He did have a point though about me throwing my life away but, this was a bad habit I wasn’t willing to break. My bond with Jason was like something out of a movie, we were inseparable. Mick walked away from where my cell was so I was able to see Jason in his.

“When are we getting out of here sweets? My memory is shot at this point,” Jason spoke up, rubbing his temples. I too was starting to get a headache, although maybe he most likely wasn’t. I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing when exactly we were getting out either, that’s if we were. We really hit it big time with the last crime we pulled. We were bound to stay in here for the rest of our lives.

I guess I could scratch robbing a well known bank off my bucket list. Mick walked back into the room, this time with a set of keys. He switched through multiple keys until he came across the one he needed. He put it into the keyhole of my cell and opened the door. 

“Let’s go {Y/L/N}, your folks are here,” he said. He moved out of the way waiting for me to get up from the seat I was in. I glanced over at Jason and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, what’re you waiting for? Go home!” Jason said, glaring at me. I got up reluctantly walking out of my cell. I walked over to Jason’s and rested my hands on the bars.

“Aren’t you coming too?” I questioned.

“No.” he bluntly remarked. “Who do you think I called when I had my one phone call?” He raised an eyebrow. He didn’t give me a chance to reply and kept on talking. “{Y/N}, you are young and you have a bright future ahead of you. You can’t keep on following behind me like a lost puppy.”

“Jason, I want to be with you.” I continued, sighing. Where was all of this coming from?

“Just do as told {Y/N},” he groaned. “Please, just go.”

I nodded my head, accepting my fate. Jason just wanted what was right for me and could you blame him? I glanced back at him and faced forward again. I smiled to myself knowing I was going to be seeing him very soon. 

Black Cat, Red Night

Chapter 1: Zeroes

Commission for @xenethis-chimera

For any of you who have every watched Teen Titans from way back when you might find one of the characters in this familiar ;) but if you don’t it is still totally readable- I encourage all of you to follow this- great things to come!

Hawkmoth leaned back in his desk chair, pressing his fingers together contemplatively. Detransformed, he sat in the shadows of his office using the darkness to disguise himself as he prepared to answer the video call scheduled to come in any minute now. The situation with Ladybug and Chat Noir had grown tedious. His akumas had failed him time and time again and so it would seem that Hawkmoth needed more than an akuma at his disposal to defeat the infuriating adolescent duo. Hawkmoth had done his research, looking far and wide for just the right person for the job and he had finally found someone with the kind of remarkable skill set he required.

The beeping from his computer brought his attention back to the screen. Hawkmoth clicked on the answer key before settling back into his chair. On the screen sat a shadowed figure in a seemingly dark and plain room. Hawkmoth smirked to himself. I guess evil minds think alike.

“Fancy meeting you here, come here often?” The man’s raspy voice sounded through the computer’s speakers in fluent French.

“I’ve heard many things about your particular skill set,” Hawkmoth’s voice stayed even and serious. All business.

“What can I say, word gets around,” He said playfully.

“I have to say I’m quite… interested…” Hawkmoth said slowly.

“I’ve got a lot of people interested, what makes this job so worthy of my talents?” He snorted. Hawkmoth smiled knowingly.

“Oh I think you will find this job particularly … challenging,” Hawkmoth taunted. The man leaned forward in his chair.

“I’m listening,” He rasped. Hawkmoth grinned wickedly. How the simple minded were so easily manipulated.

“Have you ever been to Paris M. X?” Hawkmoth began. The man smiled slightly before letting out a low dark laugh.

“You could say I’ve spent some time there before,” He said coyly.

“Well in the past year Paris has developed a bit of a… hero problem you could say. There are two heroes who go by the names of Ladybug and Chat Noir,” Hawkmoth started to explain.

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Together || Jughead Jones

Prompt: Omg, but can you make one where reader knows that Jughead will be a great father and that he actually wants kids but she is still scared to tell him that she’s pregnant? Like, she has that uneasy feeling that just won’t leave her but everything turns out okay. You can make it with them still being at school or maybe after their graduation😁 *hugs to the amazing writer*

A/N: God, I love these kidfic requests so much. Thank you for sending one in!!

Gif by @elizabethcoops


“Come on, come on.” you mumbled as you looked at your clock, your leg unable to stop its incessant bouncing.

You wished the damn timer would go off already. You hated being kept in suspense. And you were sure you’d be late to school if you waited another minute.

You shook your head. You had more important things to think about now.

Like the fact that you had been getting sick recently almost everyday and that your period was late? How about the fact that you had just taken a pregnancy test and your whole life could be changed in the span of—

Briiiiing, briiiiing

You froze and swallowed, shakily turning the alarm on your phone off. You took a deep breath and walked to your bathroom where you saw the pregnancy test lying facedown.

Here goes nothing.

You picked it up, turning it over. All the breath left your body immediately.

“Oh, Jesus.” you muttered as you looked at the positive pregnancy test in your hands, moving to sit on the toilet seat.

You couldn’t believe this. Why?

Maybe it was because the two of you were only sixteen. Maybe it was because the both of you had only just finished your sophomore year. Maybe it was because Jason Blossom’s killer was still on the loose? On, and the fact that you guys didn’t have jobs. Hell, Jughead didn’t even really have a place to live. Sure, he occasionally lived with Archie, but you knew how he still couch surfed. You had a home, but you knew you’d be kicked out of it as soon as your parents found out you were pregnant.


The word rattled around in your head as you looked down at the test and the two pink lines again.

He’d be a great father.

Those were surprisingly the first words that came to your mind. And you knew they were true. You knew Jughead had wanted kids. He had mentioned it to you in passing once. Of course, you knew he didn’t mean right now. He meant 10 years from now. Fifteen years from now. But now that was changed to seven months.

“Y/N!” your mom called from the hallway, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, mom?” you called back, quickly getting up, gripping the test in your hands.

“Hurry up! You’re gonna be late!”

“I’m going!”

You quickly gathered your stuff up, shoving the test in the front pocket of your bag, dashing downstairs.

To your surprise, you weren’t late to school. You had made it with five minutes to spare and even better, there was a substitute. She let you guys go as there was no work that needed to be done so now you were making your way to the Blue and Gold’s office where you knew Jughead would be.

You and Jughead weren’t sexual creatures. You certainly weren’t like the rest of Riverdale’s students. You had only had sex a handful of times. You had sex so little that you could pinpoint the exact day when the baby inside you was conceived.

“Got it!” Jughead said as he climbed on top of the couch before settling down next to you with the bowl of popcorn in his hand.

You giggled as you moved to grab a handful of his popcorn before he swatted your hand away.

“Uh uh,” he protested, holding the bowl away from you. “I don’t think so.”

You rolled your eyes as you began to climb on top of him, attempting to get the bowl your boyfriend of a year and a half held above his head.

“Come on!” you exclaimed as you reached for the bowl, Jughead’s arm stretching back further and further.

“Y/N, you’re going to—”


“Make me drop it.” the raven-haired teen muttered.

You bit back a smile.

“Sorry?” you tried.

Jughead snorted and then the two of you went silent as you realized you were straddling the teenage boy. The two of you looked at each other for a second before Jughead claimed your lips with his. You immediately kissed him back, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders. Jughead’s arms made their way to your hips and he moved you so you were lying down on the couch, him on top of you. The two of you pulled away for air and Jughead looked down on you.

“You want to—”

You nodded, cutting him off.

“Yeah.” you said quietly as you kissed your boyfriend again, beginning to pull his shirt over his head.

That was exactly two months and twelve days ago. And of course it was the one time you guys didn’t use a condom. You were so wrapped up in your antics that you didn’t even think about using one.

You were jerked out of your thoughts as you realized you were at the Blue and Gold’s door. You took a deep breath before opening the door and walking in. Jughead was learning against the table, looking at his murder board.

“Hey, Juggie.” you said.

“Mm,” he said as acknowledged you, his eyes never tearing away from the murder board.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have English this period?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“We had a sub. She let us go.”

Jughead nodded.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Jughead, I need to talk to you.” you blurted out.


Jughead turned his gaze to you at your tone and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yeah, of course,” he said. “You okay, Y/N?”

You shook your head and he got up.

“I, um,” you cleared your throat. “I’m pregnant, Juggie.”

You saw his face drain of color in record time, his eyes widening. He was silent, unable to formulate words.

“A-Are you sure? Did you take a test?” he croaked out.

You nodded slowly, turning your backpack around, unzipping the front pocket. You pulled out the positive pregnancy test from earlier, handing it to him. Jughead took it with shaky hands, looking at the two lines. Jughead was silent again as he looked at the test. After a few minutes of only the clock ticking behind you to fill the silence, you decided to say something.

“I-I understand if you don’t want to be involved. I just—”

“Why wouldn’t I be involved?” Jughead cut in, looking up at you.

You sighed.

“You have such a bright future as a writer ahead of you, Jug. This baby’ll hold you back.” you mumbled.

Jughead scoffed.

“And what about you?” he asked, stepping closer to you. “Your career? Your life?”

He put the test on the table next to you.


“Y/N, I’m not leaving you to do this alone,” he said softly. “We’ll figure something out, okay? We always do.”

You sighed in relief and nodded. Jughead pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your head.

“I love you, Jughead.” you said quietly.

“I love you too, Y/N.”


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He was destined for greatness, had a bright future, and a kindhearted soul. He had so much potential but he let his fears consume him. He let himself become something entirely different. He was no longer destined for greatness, instead, he was destined to live in fear forevermore.

To whomever is reading this. Don’t be afraid to live a little, for if you become fearful of the world ahead of you, you will never fully live. Do not be like him, you are all destined for greatness and you all have a bright future, so please, do not live in fear. Live life to the fullest. Focus on the present, not the past nor the future, because if you don’t, there’ll be nothing left of you. All your happiness will diminish. Your lives are worth so much, so don’t waste a second of it. Go out, live your dreams and live fearlessly. You’ll see the weight of the world fall off your shoulders, I promise you.

—  Live fearlessly
via littlemissimaginary
Blue Whale Game 🐋

Dear Teens,

This is a message for you because I care.
Please don’t let be lured into playing the “Blue Whale Game”!
It killed 130 teens in Russia, it killed teens in ROMANIA, it killed teens in Hungary, it killed teens in Great Britain, it killed teens in…
It isn’t worth to play this game. Your life is worthy​. You have a bright future ahead.
WHY let be controlled by a game that makes your life a living hell and which makes​ you in the end to take your own life, literally​.
WHY make people that love you and care about you, suffer?
I know you need something, an adrenaline rush, I know you need something that makes you feel alive and feel risky.
I know you feel misunderstood because puberty and you are like “Fuck everyone! I am doing what the fuck I want and I don’t care what other people say!”
Puberty is weird I know but it isn’t worth it to start playing this “Blue Whale Game” that is destroying your life, destroying the life of your loved ones.
Don’t be an idiot ( I am sorry for saying this), don’t get sucked in, in this horrible and morbid “trend”.
You are wonderful, worthy, lovely, beautiful, one of a kind, you are loved by so many people, a lot of people want to help you and are here for you, you just have to tell them what is going on, tell them that you have difficulties (one thing I,
myself learned).
If you are playing this game, please STOP, go to the Police, tell your parents and take actions!
I care about you, even if I maybe don’t know you.
Please…It is not worth to die due to a game that is so horrid and demonic. (SHAME to the creators that have no soul left and are killing innocent young souls)
It isn’t pleasant to make eye contact with death. Trust me. I made eye contact with death and I am so lucky and happy to be still alive.
It isn’t worth to be made by some “master” to cut a Whale into your arms or legs. It’s not worth it at all to be made by this “masters” to do anything that is harmful to you and to your loved ones.
Is it worth to die just to win the game? Definitely NO!
I would never ever play this game. I have my own demons to deal with. I don’t need any more of them.

So…BE SMART, PLEASE DON’T PLAY THIS GAME, STAY SAFE! DON’T kill yourself! (it is really not worth it, you have enough time to be death sometime when you are old and God decides to take you to him.)
I am here for you if you need someone.

Much ❤


HAPPYYYYYY BIRTHDAY @skamforfaen​ 💝💝💝 

marti i know this is a v cheesy post but i know you love cheese i just wanted to tell you that i’m so happy you and i are friends, you’re one of the very first people i’ve talked to in this fandom and i love each of our conversations, whether we cry about skam or our common love for pop hits (remember when we came up with that alternative soundtrack?? honestly…that was amazing) and synthpoo (i haven’t forgotten hehehe) or dogs or food or anything really :)) you are so much fun to talk to, and i always feel like i can be myself when i talk to you? and it’s one of the nicest feelings in the world. you’re always laughing at my lame jokes and that makes me so happy each time :) you are such a good and caring person and you’re mature and wise and even smarter and more brilliant than you realize 💝💝  i have so so much faith in you and truly believe that you have such a bright future ahead of you. and thank you for the work you do for this fandom, we all appreciate it so much, and thank you for being such a wonderful human being, ily 💝 

janellemonae Oh how I LOVE YOU. 😭 THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR BRAVERY, AUTHENTICITY, BEAUTY, & HONESTY IN ALL THAT YOU DO. Thank you for passing down your seeds of wisdom and always taking the time to give me sound advice. AND lastly THANK YOU for giving the best damn speech of the night. You made me so proud. You made us all proud. The way you let God use you is inspiring. I will celebrate you always!! Thank you. ❤🙏🏿

#Repost @tarajiphenson
・・・ Celebrating with my lil peanut. We are always dancing somewhere😂😂😂 @janellemonae YOU MY SISTER FRIEND have a very bright future ahead of you. I will be watching and cheering you on EVERY step of the way!!! So talented 🥜 😳😂😂😂💋💋💋

The Wild Rose Is Blooming

Eomer x Reader

Based on this prompt by @middle-earth-imagines (sorry if I’ve been flooding you with these recently. You just have so many good prompts):

Imagine: Eomer giving you a beautiful flower and saying it pales in comparison to your beauty.

Sequel can be found here

The sun rose high in the sky and off in the distance you could see the knights of rohan riding in practice. You had just come back from a ride of your own, though it was becoming more and more dangerous to stray far alone. Bands of orcs prowled almost unrestrained and King Theoden was growing worse by the day. Dark hours were coming, you could feel it. It was almost as if the very land itself had frozen in a terrible, stifling calm that bode of ill things to come. Feeling a sudden chill, you stopped walking and sat on a small incline of stair nearby. There you breathed deeply and tried to shake the dreadful hopelessness that had been creeping over you. You were so lost in thought you didn’t even notice as someone walked up and sat nearby on the same stair. Finally seeing the newcomer, you started in surprise to see Lord Eomer.

“My lord!” You made to stand and curtsy.

“Peace (y/n). I’m sorry to have startled you.” He gently shook his head and motioned for you to remain seated.

“It’s no matter, my lord. I was simply lost in thought.” You said as you settled back down.

“Then I apologize for interrupting them. What, perchance, were you thinking of?”

“I was simply observing the riders,” you nod toward the still practicing knights, “and was thinking of what the days ahead may hold. As of yet, the future does not look bright.”

Eomer turned his head to watch the riders as well, “That is on the minds of many these days, I’m afraid. Far too many are letting such thoughts drag them to despair. I, myself, am finding it hard pressed not to,” He said with a touch of bitterness.

You looked down and there was a moment of silence as you considered your next words. “How goes the king?” You asked tentatively.

Eomer looked back to you abruptly before looking away, “My uncle is not well. He has taken to listening to ill counsel and can see only darkness for us all. If he can not soon see reason I doubt there will be hope left for any of us.”

Eomer broke off his tirade and sighed, looking at the ground. In the silence, your eyes strayed from the riders and noticed a small clump of flowers nearby. The petals were gently cupped and just at the peak of full bloom. The petals faded from dark pink at the ends to a gently almost-white in the center, where they finally met a rich yellow.

“The wild rose is blooming,” You said suddenly.

Eomer looked up, “What?”

“The wild rose,” You motioned to the fragile clump of flowers. “Ah, it’s probably silly, but it’s something my mother used to tell me as a child. As long as the wild rose blooms, the darkness will not endure.” You shrug, “They are fairly pretty to look at in any case. Even if their blossoming doesn’t mean anything.” You trailed off, feeling slightly embarrassed for bringing it up.

Eomer tilted his head and leaned over to look at the flowers more closely. “In dark times such as these, I welcome any reason to hope. And the old stories have more truth to them than many acknowledge.” Eomer gently plucked one of the many wild roses and turned it over in his hand. “And you are right. They are very fair, but they pale in comparison to your beauty.” He swiftly extended his arm, proffering the flower to you.

You accepted it hesitantly, “My lord, you flatter me.”

He shook his head, “What is true is not flattery. In this time of darkness, that which is fair is much comfort to the race of men. Seeing you, warms my heart and gives me hope of days to come.”

You turned toward Eomer in surprise and with a shy smile, “My lord, I thank you for your words, and … I confess I feel the same when I seen you.”

Eomer looked back to you with light in his eyes, perhaps the first hope he’d felt in a while. Your gazes met and held for a blissful minute. Eomer edged a bit closer to you.

“Lord Eomer! We must depart!” A shout from afar broke your gaze.

Eomer turned at the interruption to look once more to the riders below. They had stopped their practicing and were now riding into formation. Eomer stood hesitantly, “I… fear I must be off. The orcs have rampaged far and must be stopped. I do not know when I will return.”

You looked down before lifting your eyes as you had an idea. Swiftly, you stood and pulled a fine chain necklace from around your neck. At the bottom of the necklace was a round charm carved with curving designs and a white horse.

“My lord!” You called as Eomer began to go. He turned back to you and you continued speaking, holding out the charm. “This has been passed down for generations in my family. It is supposed to bring protection and none have died while wearing it. It would be my honor if you would take it with you into battle.”

“Nay, the honor would be mine.” Eomer stepped forward, taking the charm, clasping your hand as he did so.

“May it bring you luck in the shadow to come.” You step back, looking down shyly.

Eomer gently lifted the chain and put it around his neck, “It will be a reminder of home and of why we must succeed. Thank you.”

“Eomer!” The voice called again, more insistent.

Eomer sighed and turned to walk to join the men. As he began walking, he turned back over his shoulder, “I will return as soon as a fortnight, though it will most likely be longer.”

You nodded, “I will watch for you.”

Eomer smiled and turned back to his men in the distance. You watched as he walked down to join them and as he mounted his horse. In a great rush the riders were off, but you remained still, watching until you could no longer see them on the horizon.

Happy Birthday Megan!

Life hasn’t been easy on you so far, but I do believe from the bottom of my heart that you’ll have a bright future ahead of you.
You are made to do great things.
I’ve always known you as a hard working person,
you always chased after your dreams, even when people would tear you down, you always got back up and moved on.
And I always told you to keep chasing after your dreams, to never give up. So I expect you to continue do so.

Keep moving forwards.

I know I probably didn’t leave a big mark in your heart, it’s enough reasons to want to better myself.
… But you did in mine, and I know you left a big mark in a lot of other people’s hearts as well.

You know how to move and inspire people.

You are a great person even if you don’t believe so yourself.
You’re very complex, closed up, maybe a tad difficult to deal with sometimes yes, but worth every second there is.
Through your hard work you’ve inspired so many people already, can you imagine how many more you will inspire in the future?

I watched your art grow, and it grew very fast.
I’ve watched you experiment with new styles, techniques, I watched you create new characters, stories, you really made we drown in your world;
I watched you grow in many ways. And I’m sure if I told you 5 years ago how much your style would’ve grown today, you would never believe me.

I just want to tell you I’m really proud of you.

I’m proud of you


On The Bright Side

Requests: “Could you do a fluff or smut with Kai where the reader becomes a vampire and Kai comforts her about it”

The storm outside raged on while you sat on the windowsill watching the trees bend and snap with the wind and tears streaming down your face. You sobbed silently to yourself for a while, cuddled in your thick sweater and pajama bottoms. The aching in your gums was killing you and the insatiable hunger that you couldn’t get to go away nagged at your insides. You wanted nothing more than to have someone die at your hands which only made you cry more because the monster you had become made you enjoy the feeling.

You weren’t quite sure what you should do now. You couldn’t see your family, they’d wonder how you were still alive. There was nothing else on your mind but to run to your parents and explain, to hug them and enjoy a family dinner with them. But you couldn’t. You died after being pushed down the stairs by your boyfriend. Or…ex boyfriend. Some guy he was. He killed you, and here you were with an immortal life. And you couldn’t remember how you were turned at all, you had some missing pieces in your memory.

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“Pony… Ponyboy…. Shhh” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his shaking frame, you brought his head to your chest, rubbing his hair gently. “Shhh, it’s okay…. whatever has happened, it’s all going to be okay, you’ll see. Just breathe my darling, breathe, Deep breaths.” 

“I- I-” He stuttered, he was so distraught that he couldn’t get out the words. “I’m… I’m sorry that you have to s-see me like… this” You kissed his forehead as whimpered. 

“You have nothing to apologize for” You assured, holding onto his quivering body, holding him through every sob that wracked his frame. “Everything is okay” 

“I miss them” He whispered after a short while, his head still rested on your chest. “They died two years today and it still feels like yesterday that I found out they died. Why aren’t they here. Why did they have to leave me behind?” 

“Ponyboy, now you listen to me. What happened to your parents was a tragedy, but I believe that everything happens for a reason. When one closes another one opens. Things are going to get better for you, you’ll see. Your parents are up in heaven right now looking down at you in pride, and how can they not, you’re amazingly bright and smart… you have the brightest future ahead of you Ponyboy Curtis.” You smiled, wiping away at his tears, “Just you wait and see,” 

“Darry, my brother he is always pressuring me about my grades,,, he puts so much pressure onto me and sometimes I just can’t deal with it. He has an extremely high expectation of me and I’m afraid I won’t be able to make him proud.” 

“Oh honey, now you listen to me” You gripped his cheeks in your hands. “Darry wants what’s best for you, he wants you to make something of yourself. I understand where he is coming from, but you listen to me… your future is what you make of it. You can be a farmer, a veterinarian, a doctor, a teacher or a writer… you can be whatever you want to be. Do you want me to tell you a little secret?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow. 

He nodded, looking up at you with wide eyes. 

“What happens in the future is all up to you, you story hasn’t been written yet. You write your own chapters… you finish your story the way you want to. Don’t listen to anybody, listen to your heart.” 

“Thank you Miss Y/N” 

You smiled at him, nodding as you helped him up off of the floor. 

“You can come and visit me whenever you need help with anything, I’ll always be here.” You gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and mussed his perfectly greased hair. “You better get on home before you worry your brothers.” 


“You stole from the boss?!” Noel yelped next to me but I chose to ignore him. “You’re crazy dude! The hell?”

Ian laughed and shook his head. “Anyway, I have good news.”

“What good news?” I asked.

“I am so happy with your work I have decided to promote you?”

“Promote me?” I lifted a brow.

“Yes, other than stealing what I tell you too, I need a DigiThief,” he explained. “How good are you at that?”

I remained silent. “I know a few things.”

“Great, information theft is very necessary for my plans, plus I need someone to monitor information and hack into databases.”

“What type of databases?” I asked.

“I need you to steal evidence for me,” he explained.

“I can do that,” I smiled.

“Great! I see a bright future ahead of you. I’ll e-mail you your next job,” he grinned. “You can go now, I’ll transfer your money to your account.”


Dear my ex love, my first love

This is not an imagine, but a personal heartbreak I am going through right now. I am posting this so that I can help any one else going through heartbreak, and that anyone who doesn’t respect you, is not worth your time, and deserve so much better. You deserve to be happy, you are worthy of genuine happiness. There might be typos, sorry, but I feel the need to put this out right now to move on.

Dear my ex love, my first love,

I remember us first meeting, and it was not love at first sight, I actually didn’t give you a second glance. We barely spoke, we weren’t interested in each other end of story.  But out of nowhere at a party you came over and we talked, we played tic tac toe, we laughed, it was fun.  But again, I still did not give you a second thought.  My eyes were on someone else, my heart was with someone else, someone who respected me and always showed their love and care for me.  But you still came into my life.  You brought me out on a date out of nowhere, and from that moment on, I was infatuated with you.  I wanted to know your favorite song, your favorite movie, why you liked that song or movie, I wanted to know you, and be in your life.  Then, everyone heard that we went out on a date. It came a shock to everyone, because you “don’t date”.  I became incredibly nervous when people who knew you before I knew you were warning me that you may not think of me as anything more than casual.  But you convinced me that you wanted the real thing, that I meant something to you, that it was just us two.  I believed you, mistake one.  

After being together for a little bit, you gave me a sweatshirt which was a symbol to all the others that I was “yours”.  And then, our first came.  I was incredibly nervous, I had never done it before.  You knew my discomfort, and my inexperience and you still went for it and further.  I giggled, and you just kept going trying to kiss away my giggles and discomfort.  Next thing I knew, your hands began to feel my body in ways no one had ever before.  I pulled back because I was uncomfortable, and everything was moving so fast.  When I pulled back, you pulled me back to you and continued where you left off.  At that moment, I pushed you hands away and told you “no”.  I wanted you to apologize, I wanted you to understand why I did it, but you didn’t.  I was almost perfect timing that you had to leave.  I was left on that couch in tears, my heart beating out of my chest, my head fuzzing, my skin as cold as a winter day, the color in my face washed out.  I immediately grabbed my phone and apologized, yes I apologized to you because I was uncomfortable, and you just changed the subject and didn’t even say you were sorry.  

Later that night I found out you left my house and went to another party, and you didn’t tell any of your friends that we were together.  When I asked you about it you told me that you “don’t use labels”.  In other words, you didn’t want commitment, but you also didn’t want to break the “new good girl”’s heart.  Your choice not wanting to call me your girlfriend I was not okay with, but I just wanted you to be happy, and I just wanted to be close with you, so I pretended I was fine.  Your decision to not be “official” made a drastic change a week later.  I later learned that the young man who would give me flowers, and comfort and respect was going to get the confidence to ask me out, and it was going around, and you heard about it.  And you knew that he treated me better than you have and ever will treat me, and that I would realize that, and I would say yes.  So you took your “claim” on me.  You gave me flowers, you told everyone, because you knew it would get back to him.  And it did, and I lost him, I lost my chance with him, but I had you.

I won’t lie to you, I was ecstatic. I finally had the “boy of my dreams”.  We were the stereotypical “bad boy” dates “good girl”.  Everyone wanted us together.  They wanted to see if I could change you for the better.  Your family loved me.  They loved how I brought you out to see the world and do more than what you always did, smoke pot and get blackout drunk with the same friends on the same nights in the same place.   I wanted you to see the world with me, to try new things, to be with your family who loves you unconditionally and wants the best for you.  

I remember you telling me about how you liked being in a relationship, you liked having somewhere there for you.  You liked the affection I showed you, the gifts I gave you.  The hugs I always gave, the smile I always offered you. You liked the ambition I had, the happiness I bring to people, the support I bring to people, my want to be nice to everyone.  You liked having someone who you could actually call yours.  But then, came commitment, and having to put actual effort in.  You put no effort what so ever into our relationship.  I put in all the work.  I was honest with you, I gave you space, I let you roam, and I tried to come into your world.  But we’re different.  I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I am not as comfortable and confident with sex or anything sexual like you are. You knew that, and you still wanted to be with me.  You had this fascination with the fact that I was pure and innocence and the fact that you could taint that.  

You made me uncomfortable, you made me conform my beliefs and morals in fear of you leaving.  You made me feel insecure, you made me feel less of myself, you made me feel used.  You made everything go so fast, that I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t stop you out of fear of rejection and judgement. I already knew how different we were, I already heard what your friends were saying about me, and what you thought of me, “boring” and a “prude”.  It hurt, and I just put on a smile on my face and pretended like it didn’t bother me, but it did.  It felt like you were greater than me, that I was “lucky” to have you, and that you “chose” me.  

You were the typical “bad boy” and I was the typical “good girl”. But you want to know the truth?  I’m done playing the “good girl” or the “nice girl.”  The truth is, I do hate you. I hate you because you knew I was “innocent”, my past, my trust issues, and you used me.  I hate that you hurt me.  I hate the pain that you put through.  I hate the sleepless nights I spent crying because of something you did to me, or the nights I spent worrying about you and your well being.  I hate the way that you broke me down, and you changed me.  I hate that you made a girl that grew up too fast, and I can’t get certain things back.  I can’t get my innocence back, you tainted it, and you get to be the boy that said that you did.  But you know who I hate the most?  Myself.  I hate myself for letting someone like you into my life.  Someone who didn’t respect me, my faith, my boundaries.  Someone who made me feel insecure, someone who made me feel inferior.  You were an anchor.  You were someone who brought me down, you did not bring me up.  You knocked me down, and I let you.  But the thing I hate the most is that I let you suck out my happiness because I cared more about your well being and your happiness more than my own.  

But I am an intelligent, strong woman.  I do not need you, I wanted you. But you treated me in a way I did not deserve nor wanted nor should have been treated. I am worthy of love and care.  I have a bright future ahead of me, and amazing people around me.  You do not deserve me, or deserve to be around me when I will succeed later in life.  I work hard to get what I want.  I care about others, I go out of my way for others.  I am a loyal friend, a caring girlfriend, and a respectful daughter.  You did not deserve me, or my hugs, my care, my time, hearing my thoughts, coming into my life, meeting the most important people of me, and being about to touch my body in way that only very trusted people in my life will.  

Goodbye.  I hope you are watching genuinely happy right now.  Yes, seeing you hurts me at time, but I recover because I know I made the right decision.  I’ve cried enough tears, I’ve wasted enough of my time on people who don’t appreciate me.  I hope you are seeing me go after things I want.  I hope you are seeing me going out of my comfort zone.  I hope you are watching me pick up the pieces and being stronger than before.  I hope you are now the one feeling the pain that I felt.  You did this, not me.  I wanted you back in my life for a little while because I felt lonely, but I don’t want you back.  I don’t want you, I want me.  I am choosing my happiness and my well being over you.  I am finally free.  Goodbye.  

“It was the end of a decade, but the start of an age”

In childhood, you must first learn to crawl. Once you are competent with crawling, you are walking. After you have mastered the art of walking, you begin running.
But what happens when you fall?
It is late May, and many seniors are meticulously counting down the days until they graduate; the days that seem to trudge by so slowly, yet, when reflected on, have sped by on the wings of an eagle. I, myself, know this feeling all too well; being a second semester senior with just about a week left of classes. So many of us are ready to be independent; to seek out our bright futures ahead of us.
But what about the people that are scared?
While ninety-nine percent of the seniors you encounter are excitedly preparing for the end of their high school careers, many are getting caught in the hustle and bustle of all of it. Everyone seems so overjoyed to be leaving what they know, ready to embrace change as it flies at them with impenetrable, unwielding force, but what about those that don’t necessarily feel that way?
There are students that are unsure of themselves, unsure of the route they are going down. We have been instilled with strategies and knowledge that will assist us in making it through college; calculus exams that we spent all night plowing through study materials for, even classes that taught us how to do things like taxes and be safe on the road.
But what about the classes that we didn’t get?
I don’t know about you, but I never got a class on how to say goodbye to the teachers that have known you for years. I’ve never taken a class on how to say goodbye to friends that have been by your side since you were a child. There was never a course offered to me on how to wipe the tears from the eyes of the man who raised me on the evening of graduation and convince him that his little girl will be okay in the great big world she’s entering. And maybe, just maybe, she’s not sure she will be.
In the real world, you hit the ground running. But how do you run without first walking? Or crawling?
Our parents have taught us to believe in ourselves and our dreams, even if it feels as though we’re at a crawling pace. Our teachers walked us up the steps of knowledge and we now know what it takes to make our dreams a reality; but running? That’s the passion and faith inside that drives us. We have been given the foundations to achieve whatever we set our minds to.
With our parents, teachers, and our passion for our dreams fueling us, we will never fall.

—  written as a personal column for my journalism final