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The Boston Hour (5/?)

In which Belle is an Antiques Roadshow super-fan and Gold is her favorite appraiser.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: As the afternoon session comes to a close, Gold gets an opportunity to talk to Belle.
WORDS: 2,509
A/N: Enjoy more of these two dorks trying to flirt with each other! Once again, you can catch up on the TMI Tuesday Q&A for this story here, if you’re into that sort of thing. :)

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Read on AO3]

“…The quality and craftsmanship of these pieces began to decline considerably after the fifteenth century. Prior to that time, they were commissioned almost exclusively by nobility, but as the popularity of the style grew, more and more pieces were being commissioned by the bourgeoisie. The pieces produced for these smaller, more numerous commissions lacked the care and attention to detail enjoyed by their predecessors, and as a result, that popularity quickly began to decline. However, in the late eighteenth century, Carlos III of Spain ordered an effort to–”

Rumford was appraising an impressive example of Hispano-Moresque lustreware when a petite figure in a blue dress stepped into his peripheral, completely destroying what little focus he had managed to keep since his conversation with David. Suddenly his thoughts were filled only with Miss French, and he had to force himself to finish his appraisal.

“An effort to p-preserve the ah… the techniques, which inspired a– inspired… a, um… r-r- revival of the style in the… the ah, mid ninth– I mean mid nineteenth– century. Which is… what I– what I believe we h-have here. Based on the ah, the coloring and the patterns used.”

He tore his attention away from the ornate dish like he’d been drowning and Miss French was the breath of fresh air waiting for him at the surface.

And there she was. Miss Belle French, heading in his direction. A Venus with her auburn waves, her plump, berry-stained lips, and towering heels. Good grief. Was it possible that she’d somehow gotten even more beautiful since he’d spoken with her little more than two hours ago? He watched as her friend showed her something on her phone, and she pouted her lips in thoughtful deliberation before nodding. Her friend then whispered something to her and winked, and Belle blushed– her smile blinding in its brilliance as she laughed.

Rumford swallowed hard.

He was going to talk to this woman? He was going to ask her out on a date? Was he out of his bloody mind?

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anonymous asked:

Glanni needing a hug after getting bad news.

I realized I have never written these two before they were in a relationship. Time to fix that!

A week without seeing Glanni was a very concerning thing. The last time he had been gone this long, Íþróttaálfurinn had found him two towns over hanging by his ankles in a gang’s hideout, trying to sweet talk his way out of the situation. Íþró had rescued him, of course, and Glanni had spent the entire way back to Mayhem Town complaining that he’d had everything under control and why didn’t Íþró just leave him alone already?

Íþró had been stopping Glanni’s various schemes since meeting him in Latabæ. At some point this had extended to helping Glanni whenever he was in trouble. Íþró wondered if he shouldn’t just let Glanni stay where he was. He never seemed grateful for being helped anyway. And without having to constantly keep an eye out for the criminal, things were a little more peaceful.

Still, Íþró was getting concerned. 

Just as he was pondering whether to go check that gang’s hideout again, Íþró heard something in a passing alleyway. He ran down it, wondering if it was someone in trouble.

A man was sitting on the filthy pavement, curled up tight with his arms around his legs, his back against the graffiti-stained wall. The man was sobbing with his head resting on his knees.

He was wearing a black cat suit. 


Glanni looked up sharply. His face was a mess. Red eyes were surrounded by purple and black makeup. Mascara ran down his cheeks. He stood up, frantically rubbing at his face. 

“Are you okay?” Íþró immediately flinched at his words. What a stupid thing to say.

Glanni gave a bark of laughter that just made Íþró feel worse, “Of course I am. This is what people do when they’re okay, right? Have breakdowns in random alleys?”

For the first time, Íþró noticed a piece of paper in Glanni’s hand. It looked like it had been folded and refolded several times. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Íþró asked. 

“With you?”

“You don’t have to,” Íþró clarified, “I just… want to help.”

Glanni wiped his nose on his sleeve, “Then leave me alone. That’s how you can help.”

But Glanni’s eyes were too puffy, he was still sniffling, the hand holding the paper was shaking. If he didn’t want to talk, Íþró wouldn’t make him. But he couldn’t leave him like this; a crying mess in an unsympathetic alleyway. 

Íþró took a step forward and wrapped his arms around Glanni in a hug. The taller man tensed. Íþró almost let go right away, not wanting to spook him when he was already in distress.

Then Glanni was squeezing him like a lifeline, ducking his head to sob into Íþró’s shoulder. Fresh tears fell onto Íþró’s neck and he felt his heart break.

After several minutes, Glanni quieted. He didn’t release Íþró, merely leaned further against him, pulling back just his head to look down at Íþró.

When Glanni spoke, his voice was hoarse, which was understandable, “You’d be more a comfortable tissue if you didn’t wear this stupid armor.”

“This stupid armor has saved my life more than once.”

“Don’t I know it,” Glanni lips curved up in a small smile. 

It was the best thing Íþró had seen all week.  

Giving love a shot part 56

♤Jay’s views ♤


What exactly have I done? Jaeha doesn’t deserve any of that. The next few days all she does is stays in bed and barely eat anything.

Lina: you wanted to see me?

Jay: yeah.

Lina: okay

Jay: look you’re a really great dancer and also working with you for so many years, I realize  that you’re also an good person. But-

Lina: working with me makes your marriage life complicated.

Jay: ye..ah

Lina: I understand. It’s all of my fault

In the end I let Lina go, at the end of the day my family is more important. While I’m not actively performing, I still come to the studio to record.

Dok2: you look like shit

Jay: I feel like it

Dok2: what’s up? Princess is giving you problems?

Jay: the same way it’s always been.

Dok2: what did you do?

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equineporcupine  asked:

No way we forgot about you! But I'm excited that you're back and are opening up for prompts. How about some Shallura? Maybe something cute, like a college au? I love Shallura fluff, these two deserve the world. I appreciate it, and welcome back! ❤

yes, yes, yes - a thousand times yes for college au shallura + fluff

She had lost track of how many times the words before her blurred and twisted, finally fuzzing out to a jumbled mess with notes in the margins - a sea of blue ink and yellow highlighter streaks. Allura took a deep breath, shifting in her seat to prop her elbow on the table to rest her chin on.

In a vain hope it would stop her from nodding forward so often. She worked a little too hard to readjust her vision to make sense of the papers in front of her. It was why she had escaped to the library to begin with; there was more than plenty of light with the force of a thousand suns to keep her awake as they buzzed in the back ground and if that didn’t keep her alert then, the unforgiving wood of chairs at least 20 years old would definitely pick up the slack from the irritating electrical system that couldn’t ever completely be drowned out, no matter what end of campus she was on.

Even outside, it persisted in her ears.

The wind had been picking up lately and the birds seemed awfully chipper for January when the weather was anywhere above dreary, so it luckily hadn’t been as noticeable. If not, Lance’s music was normally loud enough for her to hear crystal clear across their picnic table while Hunk and Pidge chattered on happily in the background about an engineering formula or course or Shiro and Keith talking about dinner plans, which usually ended in calling it a pizza night with all of them crammed into Keith and Shiro’s little two bedroom apartment…


Allura jumped when a hand carefully brushed over the crook of her arm. She blinked, the lights horrific all over again for her eyes. She blearily glanced up to her left side. “What?”

“You were falling asleep again.”

“Was I?”, She worked around a yawn.

“Yes, you were.” Shiro mimicked her accent, chuckling when she knocked her shoulder into his. “C’mon, you have a Lit. hall full of Americans to blow out of the water with your paper, remember?”

She scoffed, dropping her pen to stretch in her seat. “I seem to recall you being one of those American’s in my Literature course, Shiro.”

“Exactly.” He grinned, and she was almost irritated how he could be so cheery camped out in the library with her at how ever many hours after her bedtime usually was. “Can’t let me win without a fight, there’s not any fun in that.”

This time, it was her turn to laugh, giving him a disbelieving smirk. “Is that a challenge, Takashi?”

“Oh, we’re on the first name thing again?” She leaned forward to knock his arm off of the table, narrowly missing when he sat back at the last second.“You only do that when you’re ‘cross’ about something. And that would most definitely be a challenge.”

Allura tilted her head, raising her eyebrows at him - trying not to laugh when he mirrored the movement - and hunched back over her paper. The playfully frantic, rhythmic scratch of pen on paper synchronized with the arm lightly brushing against hers.

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99 Prompts
  • + this was inspired highly on the lovely @sentence-fragments post “101 fluffy prompts” so, thank you <3
  • + these prompts are tailored to be written in the reader's point of view OR the character's point of view.
  • YOU AND I:
  • 001: "One day I'll sing you to sleep, and you'll wake up in love with me."
  • 002: "If only you knew who I am, maybe... maybe you'll love me like I love you."
  • 003: "We're just two poor kids, from a really rich city. Isn't that a pity?"
  • 004: "(You/I) come in, with mud on (your/my) face, holding a dozen roses. Shouldn't (I/you) be suspicious?"
  • 005: "Just please, please hold me so I won't fall apart."
  • 006: "You don't even know my name, and you're suddenly in love with me?"
  • 007: "I would appreciate it if you would stop taking my breath away whenever you walk by. I kinda need my breath."
  • 008: "You stupid, adorable idiot."
  • 009: "Can you help me with my homework? I figure since you're smart you know what you're doing."
  • 010: "You're fixing me in a way that no one else could."
  • 011: "Please don't leave me when I'm this weak. Please."
  • 012: "You're fluffy, like a pillow... or a well-written fanfic."
  • 013: "I'll make you know love again."
  • 014: "Aren't we passed 'hello'?"
  • 015: "Kiss me as if we'll never see each other again."
  • 016: "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream."
  • 017: "You make me sane again."
  • 018: "Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you."
  • 019: "Stay with me. Please, if you'll leave me tomorrow and never come back, stay one more night."
  • 020: "Take my hand. Take my whole life, too because I can't help it that I'm madly in love with you."
  • 021: "We're such opposites, and I couldn't be more attracted to you."
  • 022: "Can you sing to me until I fall asleep?"
  • 023: "I'm tired of being alone. Don't let me go."
  • 024: "You're just jealous because you're the little spoon."
  • 025: "You're cute when you're pouty and jealous."
  • 026: "She doesn't deserve you. That should be me."
  • 027: "You're sitting there, oblivious at the bar, when (she's/he's) sleeping around and you're just letting this all happen?!"
  • 028: "Number one: stop feeling sorry for yourself and get out of that loveless relationship."
  • 029: "I never meant to get attached. Now that I am, I'm trapped."
  • 030: "Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?"
  • 031: "(He/She) won't love you like I would."
  • 032: "(He's/She's) an idiot for letting someone like you go."
  • 033: "I have loved you since we were fifteen. You just never noticed."
  • 034: "While you were chasing her, you were oblivious that I was struggling to get your attention."
  • 035: "It's like you casted a spell on me. And from the start, I was hooked."
  • 036: "The thought of you with (her/him) makes me want to vomit, just saying."
  • 037: "If you want to keep me then you better treat me like a damn princess."
  • 038: "This superficial love shit got me going crazy."
  • 039: "If you like (her/him), go for it. Just stop stringing me along."
  • 040: "You're such an idiot, you've been chasing for the right person when I've been standing here all along."
  • 041: "I think I know (he/she) doesn't love me. That's why I mess around."
  • 042: "I don't want to marry someone who broke me on the inside."
  • 043: "I keep falling for your fool's gold."
  • 044: "I thought it was supposed to be you. That you'd be the one to save me."
  • 045: "You're not the person who gets to be in my happily ever after."
  • 046: "It's sad because I still love you even though you're with (her/him)."
  • 047: "I'm not your side piece. If anything, you're my side piece."
  • 048: "After all these years of not apologizing, you're on your knees begging for my help? After all you did?"
  • 049: "And if one day, you wake up and realize you want to be with me again, you better be ready to slay a dragon to win me back."
  • 050: "I trusted you and you abused that trust. That's not right. You can't waltz in here and think everything is okay."
  • 051: "I had a few drinks now and the only thing on my mind is you. It's always you."
  • 052: "I'm not the same (girl/boy) you left broken-hearted two years ago."
  • 053: "You don't get the glory of seeing me cry."
  • 054: "People may call you a hero, but you're a villain in my eyes."
  • 055: "Sorry, I'm all out of love."
  • 056: "You were the best drug my heart got addicted to."
  • 057: "You left me and went on to become bigger and better."
  • 058: "You saved me from death, and now you want to kill me? You had your chance."
  • 059: "No one came when I was about to die. You left me to die."
  • 060: "I am so done, trying to be your number one."
  • 061: "Every little thing you do pisses me off and it makes me mad because it makes me love you more."
  • 062: "You had no trouble tearing me apart and poking holes in my heart."
  • 063: "You accused me of murder and now you want to go out for dinner?!"
  • 064: "No! Stop feeling sorry for yourself again!"
  • 065: "I'm not the damsel in distress anymore! I. Don't. Need. You."
  • 066: "Don't pretend you're sorry. I know you're not."
  • 067: "You stop being sorry three years ago. Stop saying you're sorry."
  • 068: "You. Don't. Own. Me. You never did, never will. People can't own people."
  • 069: "There is not a single bone of humanity in you. You've turned to the monster I feared you were gonna become."
  • 070: "You're terrible. And to think I actually fell in love with you at one point."
  • 071: "You sicken me, you pathetic low life. Stop stalking me and trying to save me."
  • 072: "I can save myself, thank you very much for your unnecessary and unwanted help."
  • 073: "I don't need you to be happy. I never needed you."
  • 074: "So... you're actually undercover pretending to be a high school (girl/boy)?"
  • 075: "(You/I) just saved (me/you) from a burning fire and now you're asking me out?"
  • 076: "Why are my clothes on fire? Why aren't your clothes on fire?"
  • 077: "What crawled in your pants and made you a fuck(boy/girl)?"
  • 078: "You're sick? I'll be over with lemonade in five."
  • 079: "Stop hiding in the bathtub and eating pizza."
  • 080: "So my dog is a robot that you've been using to spy on me?"
  • 081: "Explain to me why you are covered in marshmallow fluff and Nutella."
  • 082: "Don't tell me you're filling up water balloons with hot tea again and throwing them at your enemies."
  • 083: "(You're/ I'm) (my/your) little sister, so naturally a cold-crazed psychopath man is gonna want to make (you/me) his bride."
  • 084: "Did you just ride on a horse all the way to my house to ask me out?"
  • 085: "Why the hell did you just kick me in the (boob/nuts)?"
  • 086: "You're like a little, shiny potato chip."
  • 087: "Can I dance spontaneously in the rain now?"
  • 088: "Stop using my tooth brush to brush your hair."
  • 089: "What song do you want me to play while you throw up?"
  • 090: "You smell like burps and giggles."
  • 091: "Can you stop rubbing butter over yourself for a minute and listen to me?"
  • 092: "Stop running around the place screaming that you want to be Blue Ivy. We're at a grocery store."
  • 093: "Can you stop hitting me in the butt with a water bottle?"
  • 094: "So you called me over because you poured hot sauce in your hair?"
  • 095: "Am I the first person to tell you that you cannot rap? Because if I am, I'm surprised."
  • 096: "I don't want to know why you're dressed as a banana."
  • 097: "Please don't tell me I just fell into dog poop."
  • 098: "I'm calling you Captain Savage Worm."
  • 099: "You're just an adorable kitten in a way too tight jumpsuit."
What if the Ancients Could Posses Their Children's Body for a Day? Part 2
  • (Remember: Britannia is in England, Gaul is in France, Scandia is in Iceland, Aestii is in Lithuania, Rome is in Italy, Iberia is in Spain, and Germania is in Prussia)
  • America: Yo, England! It's weird to see you so early to a meeting!
  • England: oh, yeah, I just felt like it... erm... A... A...
  • China: *face palms* his name is America...
  • England: oh yeah! Little brother America!
  • America: ... y-y-you forgot my name???? And what's with the cheery attitude all of a sudden??
  • England: I'm not that cheery? And don't worry, it was on the tip of my tongue.
  • America: ... C-Canada... bro... England's freaking me out!
  • Sealand: The great Micronation Sealand is here! Heya Jerk England, I'm here to enter the meeting so you could recognise me as a country- desuyo~!
  • England: hm? Oh, okay. By the way, Sealand, you're so cute~
  • Sealand: ...
  • Canada: ... okay... now he's scaring me.
  • Hungary: what's wrong?
  • America: an alien took over England's body.
  • Hungary: well... that's not convincing at all! Though... why is Prussia just sitting there??
  • Prussia: hm? Good morning, Hungary, Austria.
  • Austria: y-y-you called me by my name???
  • Hungary: What?!?
  • Monaco: talking about weird, France, what happened to your hair?? You always took good care of it.
  • France: ... that's a good question...
  • Monaco: ookaayyy... let me fix it!
  • Poland: Liet! Liet! You like the pink sweater I bought?
  • Lithuania: hm? Oh, it looks super cute! Can I have a matching set~?
  • Poland: ... what.
  • Germany: okay everyone, settle down and take your seats! We're going to begin the meeting now. Let's start of talking about the economics in ur country, and maybe possible ways we could help each other with our problems. Other than Greece, any other countries that has severe problems with their economy- HEY ARE YOU TWO SLEEPING??
  • England: hm? W-what. Oh sorry, Germany, but your speech was so boring that we fell asleep.
  • France: y-yeah, what England says. So let's talk about something more interesting!
  • America: d-did they just agree with each other...
  • Germany: e-erm...okayyyyy...
  • Iceland: Let's talk about the weather and how nice it is for fishing!!!
  • Norway: I-Iceland...?? What-
  • Iceland: of course I'm Iceland you silly! Plus, I think you're an even better brother than someone I know... *stares at Prussia*
  • Prussia: ... I'll hurt you.
  • Hungary: P-Prussia???
  • Iceland: gah! He's being super scary again!
  • Norway: his speech... the way he talks... He's been corrupted by Denmark!?!?
  • Denmark: CORRUPTED??? I like to call it, influenced!
  • Norway: ... no... it's corrupted.
  • Italy: guys, why don't we all calm down and continue the meeting? I think that to solve Greece's problem we should look at the initiative and reform the government and the system of handling the output of money before anything else~
  • Everyone: ... what... the...
  • Romano: Italy... since when did you know those vocabulary... and the concept of good ideas?????
  • Italy: Since I'm smart like the awesome Grandpa Rome~
  • England: hmph! Yeah right.
  • Spain: that's funny~
  • France: are there any truths to that~?
  • Italy: ... well... at least I'm more classy than the idiot duo in front of me~
  • England: *stands up* oh... you are~?
  • France: *stands up* really now...
  • Italy: *stands up* of course~
  • America: w-wait... THE FUCK IS HAPPENING???
  • Romano: I-ITALY???
  • Germany: w-what...
  • *fight breaks out*
  • England: *throws his and France's chair towards Italy* FUCK! I can't believe how hard it is for me to throw simple chairs!
  • Italy: *throws a chair* Ow! Did I strain or break something??? Italy, you need to work out!
  • France: *dodges flying object* Ow! Wait... that hurt??
  • Spain: nah~ This is interesting to watch~
  • Romano: WHAT THE???
  • England: DAMMIT WHY CANT I BE STRONGER- *punches table and breaks it* Oh... wow...
  • Italy: Well, I can do better! Italy Kick!!
  • Germanya: w-why me??
  • Switzerland: this is your home. You made us hold a meeting here. FIX. IT.
  • Germany: f-fine...
  • Prussia: no wait, I'll do it, West. Spain, you too.
  • Spain: Awww, but it was just getting better~
  • Prussia: *grips England's and France's shoulders* Stop.
  • England and France: eep! ...okay...
  • Spain: *holds onto Italy's shoulders* Stop~. Oh dear, I think I accidentally made him foam on the mouth~
  • Netherlands: ... when did he learn to do that??
  • Belgium: I-I don't know... But if you need me, I'll be hiding behind Romano...
  • Lithuania: Nice job Prussia~
  • Prussia: hm.
  • Estonia: wait- since when were those two in such good terms??
  • Sweden: he's sounding a lot like... me...
  • Iceland: that was so cool!! Though I wish I could've joined too!
  • Norway: Iceland no. Please don't break my soul by being 'Denmark 2'...
  • Hong Kong: Erm... Sensei... what are you doing repeatedly banging your head on the table...?
  • China: *bang* oh *bang* it's a new meditation *bang* technique I made. *bang* It's *bang* called *bang* 'Trying to get beck into reality' *bang*
  • England: IMA HUNGRY!!! Let's have lunch! This puny body of needs all the MEAT I can fit in my mouth!
  • Italy: *comes back to life* Did somebody say food??? I wanna eat too!! I need all the nutrition I can fit in this thin body!
  • Norway: my soullllll...
  • Germany: erm... I think we should take a break...
  • Russia: and... fix the mess you all made...
  • Monaco: and p-possiby call the ambulance... so many nations are traumatised...
  • America: my happy place... where is my happy place... *twitches* HAPPY *twitches* PLACE!
  • Greece: I-I think I discovered the true meaning of 'dysfunctional'...
  • England: hm? You guys okay?
  • Lithuania: wow, everyone looks pale... I wonder why...
  • Italy: huh? You all should have tough guts like me!!
  • France: good thing it's break time!
  • Prussia: They look so sick.
  • China: I WONDER WHY-ARU???????? My head's going to explode...
  • Spain: I wonder what I should eat~?

You know what really bothers me the more I think about it? How much of Civil War would have been avoided if Steve had come to Tony when he found out Bucky killed Howard and Maria and told him.

Because picture this: He’s still reeling from seeing Bucky again, he’s still trying to process everything that’s happened and everything that this means. He’s still trying to believe it, but Steve knows he can’t be silent about this. Bucky was his best friend but Howard was his friend too and he can’t look at Tony without seeing Howard in him, without guilt twisting up in his stomach hard enough to make him feel sick.

So he sits Tony down with a bottle of Tony’s favorite scotch even if he doesn’t really approve of how much Tony already packs away, but he sits him down and pours him a drink because he knows this is going to be messy and complicated and painful and he takes a steadying breath and he looks Tony in the eye and says, “I have to tell you something.”

Because picture this: Tony doesn’t know what’s going on and he’s already thinking of six different reasons why this ominous little talk is happening (only two of which he’s directly responsible for, scout’s honor) and eighteen different jokes to deflect with before Steve can say another word. Except Steve is grim-faced and uncomfortable and hesitating like he doesn’t know whether he should start or not and once he does Tony kind of wishes he’d just walked away the minute he saw Steve Rogers bearing booze as a peace offering. He’s silent as Steve talks but his face says enough, his expression shifting from disbelief to heartache to shock to rage in the space of a heartbeat before settling into that dangerous, deceptive calm that never means anything good. His voice is hard when he asks, “Where is he?” and Steve is honest when he says, “I don’t know. But I’m going to try to find out. He still needs me, Tony.” and Tony takes the bottle and leaves without another word.

He’s gone for a week and no one knows where he is. (Which is a lie because Pepper and Rhodey know exactly where he is, Steve can see it in the tight, tired, worried lines of their eyes, but they don’t offer and he doesn’t chase them for it. He’s done enough already.)

Because picture this: Tony thinks of Clint and those dead eyes of his, of what Loki did to Barton, to all those other people. He thinks of what he might have done, what he would have been forced to do, if Loki’s staff hit his body and not his arc reactor. He thinks of Yinsen and he thinks of the cave and he thinks of all those weapons with his name on them in the hands of people who should have never had them and he tries very, very, very hard not to directly think of Obadiah Stane.

He comes back to HQ and he’s exhausted and wrung out and maybe a little hungover but he finds Steve and he ignores the concern clear in the other man’s eyes and he tells him, “Let me know if I can help.” and that’s all he’s got left but it’s enough.

Because picture this: She was the love of Steve’s life but she was also Tony’s Aunt Peggy and when they find out she’s died suddenly the urgency behind their fight about the Accords dims. It’s Tony who sits shoulder to shoulder with Steve at her funeral, listening to Sharon talk about this fierce, strong woman who they both loved so much, who’d knock their heads together if she saw them at each other’s throats the way they were.

And after the service they can agree on one thing: The Accords aren’t perfect and if Steve can’t agree to them maybe they can sit down with the UN and find a better middle ground. 

Their team, their family, is worth more than this and when Bucky is pegged for the UN bombing, Tony is still standing shoulder to shoulder with Steve, not ready to believe Barnes is totally innocent but willing to spend the time to find out if it means helping Steve keep his head on straight, if it means keeping the Avengers together.

Because picture this: Tony finally coming face to face with Bucky in Sibera after being blindsided with the footage of his parent’s murder, reeling and feeling like his heart’s been ripped open, feeling like he can’t fucking breathe. Tony having to meet the eyes of this man, his parent’s murderer, the person who took them away from him, and taking a shaky breath that hitches in his throat too hard to be steadying, watching Bucky’s face for a long moment before he says, “Someone had to remind me once I was a mechanic. That’s kinda what I do. I, you know. I fix things. I have a solid track record of that working out pretty well for me.” 

Because this man is a murderer but he isn’t, he doesn’t want to be, and Tony can see it, he can remember what that feels like. And maybe Tony’s sickly pale and maybe his heart still feels like it’s broken and maybe he’s going to be seeing the images of his parents being killed over and over again in his head every time he closes his eyes for a while but that doesn’t mean he can’t try to help. They’re the good guys. This is what they do, so he looks at Bucky and he says, “So that’s just what we’re gonna have to do, right? We try to fix this.”

word prompt || jinhwan
  • prompt: rain, apartment, apology; jinhwan
  • notes: these prompt scenarios are typically supposed to be short and sweet but I got a little carried away with this one :3
  • genre: angsty ish w/ cute ending

Originally posted by teambgasm


           In three more minutes, you could officially say that a full 24 hours had passed since you had last spoken to Jinhwan. It was definitely the longest the two of you had ever gone without contacting each other in the slightest; no texts, no calls, no going out to find the other to work out this issue.

           Truth be told, you woke up this morning with the goal in your head to make the first move and try to talk to Jinhwan. You didn’t want a stupid fight to get in the way of your relationship, that was ridiculous.

           But when your feet hit the cold, hardwood floor, and your ears picked up the slightest pit, pat of the rain hitting your windowsill, you knew you wouldn’t step out of that apartment. Besides, Jinhwan made it very clear last night.

           “I think we both need a break.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Len would have given his life for anyone else on the team at the Oculus, say Ray or Sara?

 You know I thought for sure I had answered this before, took forever to find the post I was thinking of, and it turned out to be not this at all (it was about who else on the team would’ve been willing to chop their hand off if they were in a bind…)

Anyway, I guess that means I have to actually put in some brain power and think through a proper answer now ^^;

The short answer is… no.

The longer answer is… he demonstrated, in a sort of way, that he wasn’t willing to give his life up for any of the rest of them. Because Len wasn’t at all the first person to volunteer at the Oculus, Ray was. And then Len didn’t lift a finger to stop or save Ray, just let him do it, until Mick took Ray’s spot. And only once Mick was there did Len step in and change things up.

But to give you an answer more in line with his characterization… I genuinely think that the only other person on the team that Len would’ve taken the spot of is actually Jax?

Breaking it down by team members, Len wasn’t close in the slightest with Kendra, like they didn’t even have a scene together, so I don’t see that happening. Maybe in a calculated “the mission fails if Kendra dies” sort of way, but even then, I’d still veer toward no, because in theory they could always fast-forward through time to her next reincarnation and pick up again. 

Next, I’m 100% sure he wouldn’t have taken Rip’s place. I can go into detail if you want, but basically, I don’t think Len liked Rip much, and if he did feel affection toward him by the end of the show (like post-Pilgrim episode, really), it was probably washed away the moment Jax started rapidly aging and Len saw this whole thing tanking and stopped wanting anything to do with it, focusing a lot of his frustration at that on Rip.

Stein is old and I think Len would do the mental math of “he’s had a good life and this is for a good cause” without letting emotion get in the way of it, so much. I know he was keen to save Stein’s life in Russia, but I felt that had less to do with Stein himself and more to do with them being a team and his own hang-ups about that, not to mention he was trying to help Sara turn over the new leaf that he knew she wanted to.

So now Sara and Ray, the two you pointed out.

I’m sorry to all the people who like to see Ray and Len as friends or more, but I always interpreted canon as Len having a genuine, if increasingly mild, dislike of Ray. I actually have an old post about why, if you’re interested, but the upshot is that early on, Ray made himself someone that Len can’t trust to follow orders or to do what Len needs him to do, and he never really made amends for that or changed. Len might recognize that Ray is a good person, and maybe even good for Mick or could be friends with Mick, but that’s probably where it stops. So no, I don’t think he’d have taken Ray’s spot at the Oculus. He wouldn’t feel he owes it to him, and he wouldn’t feel enough affection to even want to.

Which leaves the trickier one, Sara. Who, maybe because I don’t ship it, but I honestly don’t think Len would’ve taken her place. Sara’s died before and if she’s ready to do it again, I think Len would respect that and would let her. He’s only known her for a few months and though he clearly cares about her, and he’s willing to pull his gun but not the trigger on her (pretty much how you know Len cares, lol), and he’s started wondering at a future over, but… I honestly don’t see it. I can see, maybe, her taking that spot, him saying “I can’t let you do this” or something equally dramatic, and her saying “It’s not your choice, Leonard” and that being that. Him not wanting her to do it, but allowing her to. 

It’s different with Mick because Mick has been his friend for 30 years and Len… Len would do anything to keep Mick safe at this point, after what happened with marooning him especially, I don’t think he can stand the thought of failing Mick again. With Sara, that history and that pain and that “I owe you my life a thousand times over, old friend” feeling isn’t there. Sara is still a “what if” and he wouldn’t knock her out and take that choice from her. Mick isn’t a “what if”, he’s a lifetime of friendship and gratitude and pain and more, and it’s not the same? Not that Len had any right to knock Mick out, but it’s not like he had much time to stop and consider it, and I gather that his knee-jerk reaction with Mick vs. with Sara would be different.

But okay, Jax

Jax who is young and bright and has his whole life ahead of him. Jax who, in episode 1, Len was already looking out for in the best way he could by not inviting him to a bar with them, wanting to keep the youngest member of their team safe and out of harm’s way, even if he wasn’t setting a good example. Jax who wanted to go to a bar with criminals, as if that’s not enough to endear Len just a little. Jax who Len invited on a trip to his past in episode 3, who Len convinced to come with a few words and must’ve felt a little bit of affection for because of it, seeing how eager Jax is to have some fun (and be included?). Jax who learned about Len’s personal history and tried to talk to him about it after, a bit. Jax who was injured while Len was with Valentina in episode 4, and Len went still and tense when he saw that, extricating himself from the situation shortly after, quiet and pensive. 

Jax who gave Len shit after thinking Len killed Mick, and you can’t convince me that Len didn’t appreciate that at least a little, hurt as he must’ve been anyway, because at least someone cared that Mick wasn’t around anymore. Jax who Len couldn’t bring himself to hurt even when Jax was turned into a freaking bird monster and literally attacking him and Stein. Jax who came up to Len later and basically told him that he sees through it, now, sees what kind of person he really is. Jax who got injured fixing the ship and started to age and on whose behalf Len was pissed and literally willing to head back to 2016 over, because it was the final straw, feeling helpless and watching Jax dying. Who he didn’t begrudge Stein stealing the jump ship to save, even though it basically trapped him with the team until this mess was over. Jax who had just saved them all, leading into the Oculus battle, who they’d just found out was alive and well after all, no doubt all full of relief at his safe return.

Jax who was just a kid, the one with the biggest excuse to be emotionally immature, but nonetheless saw Len and treated him as a team member and an equal from day 1, really, regardless of his past and history and demeanor.

And because of all that, particularly if it was just Jax and not him in Firestorm mode, I think Len would’ve come up behind him and clocked him just the same with a quiet, “sorry kid, not today, not on my watch” and taken his place.

Short Stack Lyric Sentence Meme
  • "Why are you so contagious?"
  • “Tell me anything and everything will be okay”
  • “You took my breath away”
  • “Can I catch your eye tonight?”
  • “I’m so beside myself tonight”
  • “Step one is your heart, rip it up for another”
  • “Your finger is on the trigger so say goodbye”
  • “We’re lovers with such precision so say goodbye”
  • “Fuck, it’s sublime”
  • “I’m a gentleman”
  • “Kill your boyfriend, we could be together”
  • “I’ll never let you go”
  • “We’ll love like hell”
  • “This so called romance never wanted me”
  • “I’ll cut ‘till crimson falls”
  • “So will you lay me down tonight?”
  • “Between you and I, it’s the two step I crave”
  • “I would die if you never got to know”
  • “Everything you say shoots me through the chest”
  • “I hope you drop dead, gorgeous”
  • “I’ll wait for you forever”
  • “So I’ll kiss you again and again and again”
  • “I fall in love but never in grace”
  • “I could be just like him”
  • “I’m dying”
  • “Fetch me a rope for my throat”
  • “I can count on you win or lose”
  • “Every time you take my hand, you take my heart”
  • “Say goodbye, just like in my nightmare”
  • “Are you lost without me?”
  • “She’s perfect”
  • “I hope that this lasts forever”
  • “You’re just so beautiful”
  • “Let me stay with you”
  • “We’ve become nothing at all”
  • “Don’t give me up on me yet”
  • “Some might say I’ll be your biggest regret”
  • “Everything that I said was just a slip of the tongue”
  • “My eyes are getting heavy”
  • “Look into my eyes, girl, would I lie to you?”
  • “Watch them fall, it’s a disaster”
  • “Watch them fall to their knees”
  • “As I lay I think I’m flatlining”
  • “Hold me close, never go”
  • “I’d die for you”
  • "You amaze me"
  • "I wanna do some horrid things with you"
  • “What planet are you from?”
  • “I don’t know how to talk to you”
  • “Let’s leave this town”
  • "Are you afraid of the dark?"
  • "We're going to hell"
  • “Forgive me for I have sinned”
  • “I’ll be your disaster, forever and after”
  • “Cry me a fucking river”
  • “We’ll never fall in love”
  • “I know that you missed me so shut up and kiss me”
  • “Heartbreak made me a killer”
  • "I'll defy the whole galaxy just to be here in your arms under the moon"
  • "I'm in over my head"
  • "Dry your eyes, little darling"
  • “I’m coming home”
  • “So wrap your arms around me darling”
  • “We never looked this beautiful”
  • “I don’t need you when I’ve got my pride”
  • “Everything you are belongs to me”
  • “I don’t think I remember a taste as sweet as this December”
  • “I’m coming home to be your sweet December”
  • "You mean to me the weather"
  • "I found someone better"
  • "Nothing's gonna stand in our way"
  • "Nothing's gonna save this world"
  • "I'm gonna die a believer"
  • "I cut like Jack the Ripper"
  • "I can taste the fear in the air"
  • "I never was that good a son"
  • "Die young and stay pretty"
  • "Sweetheart, you're number is up"
  • “I don’t know why you’re so perfect”
  • “I can’t do anything right”
  • “I’d sell my soul to the night to be setting fire with you”
  • “I can’t take this anymore”
  • “Without you I’m nothing at all”
  • “These sunsets are a million years old but they never looked this beautiful ‘cause you were never there”
  • “The girls just like you just don’t get it”
  • “The smile that I wear isn’t going nowhere”
  • “I think you’re insane”
  • “Oh darling, you fixed me”
  • “Let’s runaway”
  • “I need you to stay”
  • “You’re coming home with me tonight”
  • “Tell me what you’re waiting for”
  • “You forget me and I won’t forget you”
  • “Everybody wants to be like you”
  • “I wanna be like you”
  • “I used to be like you but not as beautiful”
  • “Wherever you are is the city of angels”
  • “Wherever you are is where I will be”
  • "This town will murder us"
  • “I’m such a mess, gotta get myself together”
  • “And I’m a little bit drunk, and so afraid”
  • “I’ll fight for you”
  • “I’m never gonna give you up”
  • “I’m never gonna fight fair”
  • “All I wanna do is make some people happy”
  • “I’ll fight for you, die for you”
  • "Rich girls drive me wild"
  • "Damn, all these rich girls drive me wild"
  • "I'm no billionaire"
  • "I loved you since I was fifteen"
  • "I can't do this anymore"
  • "When I'm out here in the dark I can make it on my own like I should have from the start"
  • "It's time to say goodbye"
  • “I hope you don’t forget me”
  • “Close your eyes and let’s pretend there’s nothing good on television”
  • “Every time you say my name it brings me back to life”
  • “There something right with this tonight”
  • “Our love is an illusion”
  • “I lost myself in your kaleidoscope eyes”

anonymous asked:

Hi again Narry Warrior🙋🏻🙋🏻 could you make a draft for all the lovers of drama narry? Of harry entering the cafe where his bf (Niall) works with his new "friend" and Niall asks him if he could wait for him until his shift ends (15 mins) and harry is like: no, sorry we have to run, maybe later? so niall gets super jealous and this is happening more often and often so niall stops "bothering" him💔 but happy ending pls!! It's just we love your writing so muchhh!

The first time it happens, it’s not that big of a deal. Not really. Harry has plans, and Niall’s still at work – even if his shift is over in about 20 minutes – and it’s not like Harry has to include him. Sure, they’re dating and they’re practically living together, given the fact that Harry rarely ever spends time at his own flat, but Harry’s allowed to have friends outside of their group of friends. He’s allowed to spend time with those friends, without Niall. He’s allowed to have a life – entitled to it, even.

Niall isn’t jealous. Not really. He just…wishes that Harry had told him he had plans, is all. (He also wishes that Harry had at least bothered to introduce him to his new friend, but he isn’t jealous.)


The second time it happens, Niall’s making breakfast. There’s no occasion, or even a specific reason, he just feels like making breakfast, might even serve it to Harry in bed if the lazy arse doesn’t get himself up soon. Besides, between school and work, it’s rare that they’re both around long enough to even have breakfast together and, well, Niall’s not exactly above taking advantage this morning.

He’s just placed the last piece of eggy bread in the pan when there’s a knock at his door. Once upon a time, he might have thought it weird considering he lives in an apartment complex, but he and Harry have both made friends with a couple blokes down the hall, so needless to say it’s no longer that out of the ordinary for one (or both) of them to show up unannounced.

Except it’s neither Louis nor Liam. It’s Harry’s new friend, Xander; a bloke from one of Harry’s classes.

“Uh, hey,” Niall greets, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Hey, uh, Harry buzzed me in.”

“Oh,” Niall murmurs; he didn’t even know that Harry was awake. “Um, come in.”

As if on cue, Harry comes barreling down the hallway, yanking a t-shirt down over his lightly toned tummy. “Hey, Ni, Xander’s gonna be up soo-” he cuts himself off upon seeing Xander with Niall. “That was fast.”

“You have plans today or something?” Niall asks, though he already knows the answer to that question given the camera bag slung over Harry’s shoulder.

“Yeah, didn’t I tell you? We’re going to shoot pictures in Hyde Park,” Harry replies as he grabs his jacket out of the closet by the door.

“You didn’t tell me.”

“Oh,” Harry murmurs, looking guilty. “Shit, Ni, I’m sorry. I thought I had, and we have this project-”

“It’s okay,” Niall says. The smile on his face is fake, but it’s better than nothing. “Go. Do your thing.”

The fact that Niall burns the eggy bread goes unnoticed by both Harry and Xander as they head out the door – and Niall, having lost his appetite, doesn’t even bother to restart.


It becomes a regular thing after that; Harry blowing Niall off – and not in a good way.

Niall doesn’t think he does it on purpose though. In fact, he knows he doesn’t. It’s just…Harry being Harry.

He tends to latch on to people, is the thing. Before Xander it was Jeff, and before Jeff it was Louis. He befriends them so hard that it’s like he forgets about everyone else, if only for a while, until the ‘honey moon phase’ (aka the excitement of a brand new friendship) fizzles out. The only difference, with Xander, is that Harry and Niall are dating now. And Niall thinks it should be different. It was one thing when Harry and Niall were just friends, but they’re together now and so it should be different, right? Or, maybe Niall just has to wait it out – like everyone else.

So Niall tries not to let it get to him, tries not to take it personally. It’s just – it’s hard, and it hurts sometimes, and he tries to ignore it, truly. It’s just…hard.


It’s when they’re all out at the pub – Niall, Harry, Xander, Louis, Liam, and even Zayn, having pints and singing karaoke, when Niall sees it; the way Xander looks at Harry.

Niall’s been hanging back in the booth with Zayn, catching up on each other’s lives since the dark haired lad fucked off several months prior, watching Harry – Harry, who’s drunk and dancing and shouting lyrics rather than singing them – through the crowd when he catches a glimpse of Xander doing the same. It’s not that Xander’s watching him, but rather the way Xander’s looking at him. He looks at Harry the way Niall feels about Harry.

And maybe it shouldn’t be a big deal. Maybe it shouldn’t mean anything.

But it sure as hell feels like it means something – even if Harry comes home with Niall, and kisses Niall, and begs Niall to make love to him before promptly passing out in the middle of Niall’s bed.


“He’s in love with you.”

Niall doesn’t mean for it to turn into a fight. It’s not his intention for it to be anything more than a simple conversation.

“He’s not in love with me.”

“He is, Harry”

“He’s not – we’re just friends, Niall. He’s not in love with me.”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and I’m telling you, Haz, he’s in love with you.”

Harry shakes his head. “You’re just jealous. You always get jealous when I make new friends.”

Niall blinks, feels like he’s just been slapped in the face despite the fact that he knows it’s something Harry would never do.

Harry seems to notice immediately, moving forward to cup Niall’s face. “I didn’t- That came out wrong-”

“No, I think it came out just right,” Niall mutters, turning away from him. “You know what, yeah – I’ve been jealous in the past. But I never said anything because I knew it would pass – because I know you, and I know that you get carried away sometimes. But this is different, Harry.”

“What – it’s not-”

“It is, because he’s in love with you!” Niall shouts. “And he’s probably trying to come between us, and you’re letting him!”

Harry blinks. “You’re way out of context, Niall.”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Haz. You probably don’t see it because maybe you aren’t looking back or maybe you don’t know what it looks like for someone to be in love with you – but I do. And he’s in love with you.”

“So what if he is? I’m not in love with him, so so what if he is?”

Niall’s brow furrows. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“No, I don’t get it. Whether he is in love with me or not – and he’s not – I don’t get why it’s such a big deal if you trust me.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, Harry,” Niall sighs. “I do, it’s just-”

“It’s just what?”

“When was the last time you and I spent time alone together? Not including today, because I more or less had to fucking beg you to stay in with me. When was the last time you didn’t blow me off to hang out with Xander?”

Harry sighs. “Niall-”

“You know, I don’t even know what’s worse; the fact that you can’t remember, or that I don’t either,” Niall mutters, chuckling humourlessly.

“I didn’t – I didn’t even realize, Niall. I-I’m sorry-”

“If anything, the fact that you didn’t even realize makes it even worse.”

Harry opens his mouth and closes it once, twice, before he finally speaks. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I guess that makes two of us, so I think you should go,” Niall says quickly, before he changes his mind.

“What? Niall-”

“Go make plans with Xander, he’d love that.”

Harry glares at him. “That’s not fair.”

“No, you know what isn’t fair, Harry? Waiting around for your boyfriend to come around, or at least pick up the phone to call you himself – but knowing he won’t because he’s too busy with someone else.”


“At least now you don’t have to worry about me always asking what you’re up to.”

Harry’s brow crinkles with a mixture of confusion and concern. “Wh-what are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?”

Niall shrugs. “I dunno. I’m just – done with whatever the fuck is going on with you and Xander. Maybe when you’re done with him too in a month or two we can talk.”


“Just, please,” Niall whispers, pushing him gently towards the front door. “Go.”


Less than 12 hours later, at least according to the time on Niall’s phone when he reaches for it, there’s a knock at his door – and given the time, 3:07 a.m., there’s only one person that could possibly be standing on the other side of his front door.

The knocking quickly becomes constant, consistent in that Niall can no longer ignore it and hope that Harry will just turn around and leave. Niall’s halfway down the hallway, when Harry calls out to him; he sounds drunk.

“Jesus Christ, Harry,” Niall mutters, yanking the brunet inside the minute he opens the door. “You’re gonna wake everybody else up too, what’s your problem?”

Harry pouts. “You weren’t answering.”

Niall sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose. Harry’s cheeks are flushed, and his eyes look bleary and tired, and his hair is a mess – all signs that the boy has been drinking. “What are you doing here?”

“You were right,” Harry hiccups. “Do you have water? I think I might throw up.”

And mad as he is at Harry, for many things – among them: waking Niall up at arse o'clock in the morning, drunk off his arse, Niall guides him with a hand on the small of his back down the hall to the bathroom. He rubs Harry’s back and holds his hair, wets a face cloth with cold water to put over the back of Harry’s neck and gets a tall glass of ice water from the fridge. And then he sits with Harry, on the bathroom floor, Harry slumped over with his back against Niall’s chest, until Harry’s just about sober. (He doesn’t even want to look at the time when they retire to Niall’s bedroom.)

“You were right,” Harry says again, as Niall hands him a clean pair of boxers.

“Harry, we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

“He’s in love with me.”


“I asked him to go out for drinks with me, because I was upset over the fight we had and I was telling him about it; telling him you were crazy, or something, for thinking that he could be in love with me and complaining because it feels like you don’t trust me and crying because I didn’t want to lose you – and then he kissed me.”

Niall blinks, and his heart jumps into his throat.

“Noth-nothing happened, Niall, I swear. I pushed him away, and I yelled at him, and he told me he is in love with me and that he knows I have feelings for him too – but I don’t, Ni, I promise I don’t. I just – I thought we were friends, and I know I get carried away sometimes but I don’t mean to, and I thought he thought we were just friends too, but you were right, and I’m a fucking idiot, Niall.”

Niall crawls onto the bed next to Harry and kneels beside him, taking his hands into his face. “Shh, no, pet, you’re not an idiot-”

“I am, though,” Harry sniffs, eyes wet with tears. “I didn’t see it. You saw it, but I didn’t see it-”

“I never expected you to see it, Haz,” Niall whispers, pressing their foreheads together. “Sometimes people just don’t see the way other people look at them. I just…wanted you to believe me.”

“Which makes me even more of an idiot, because I didn’t, did I? I just accused you of being jealous, and-”

“Well, I was jealous, to be fair.”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot,” Harry mutters.


Harry leans forward, captures Niall’s lips in a soft, yet desperate kiss. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs when he pulls back. “I’m sorry I kept blowing you off. I’m sorry if you felt like I didn’t want you around. I’m sorry if you ever doubted me-”

“Shhh, Harry,” Niall whispers, running a thumb over the brunet’s bottom lip. “I never doubted you. Ever. I just…I missed you. I missed you, is what it came down to – and then I saw the way he looked at you, and you didn’t believe me, and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, and I forgive you. Just…believe me next time, yeah?”

“There won’t be a next time, I won’t let there be,” Harry murmurs, leaning forward to bury his face in Niall’s neck.

Niall hums as he lays back, cuddling Harry against him. He knows Harry means it, knows Harry will try – and that’s something, at least.

“I told him I can’t be friends with him anymore, just so you know.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s true though, I can’t be. Not when he’s in love with me and I’m in love with you. It would never work.”

And, well, if that doesn’t warm Niall’s heart.

“I love you.”

Niall runs a hand through Harry’s hair, and the boy is already asleep. “I love you too,” he says anyway.

anonymous asked:

I'll like one where Stalia is broken up on the last semester of senior year and they try to move on with their lives but stiles start to imagine a life without Malia and he is been afraid of not telling her what she means to him bc he is afraid of screwing everything up again with her

Anonymous said: Can you do a prompt where Stiles is with Lydia now at the beginning of season 6 but sees Malia with someone else and realizes she’s always been the one? 


Stiles was dating Lydia Martin, the girl of his dreams.

He should be over the moon.

But he wasn’t.

They’d been on three dates so far, but he didn’t react to them like he always thought he would. Sure, he’d had fun, but it just felt like they were hanging out like friends did. Well, except for the one kiss they shared on their second date, but it had felt off, wrong somehow.

And he didn’t know what to do.

One day, he was sitting in the library with Scott and Lydia when he realized why.

“Is that Malia with Jimmy Fisher?” Lydia asked.

Stiles’ head whipped up so fast it hurt.

He spotted Malia walking in, holding hands with Jimmy.

And he thought he might puke.

What’s she doing holding hands with Jimmy Freaking Fisher?!

He didn’t take his eyes off of them until they disappeared behind the shelves.

No. She can’t be—I can’t believe…

He felt betrayed and he knew it wasn’t fair.

He’d broken up with her after all.  He decided to push her away. Still, it hurt.

“Stiles?” Lydia asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.

He flinched away and stood up abruptly. “I have to go,” he mumbled, gathering up all his stuff and shoving it in his bag.

Ignoring Lydia and Scott calling after him, Stiles practically ran out of the library.


Stiles banged his head against his steering wheel.

What’s wrong with me? Why did I freak out like that?

We’re over. I have a—I have Lydia now. Malia should find somebody too right? I should want her to be happy.

He tasted the saltiness of tears on his lips and realized he was crying.

Then he couldn’t stop.

It was like a dam burst inside of him.

It shouldn’t surprise him, really.

He hadn’t really taken the time to deal with his feelings about his break up with Malia. Stiles had chosen to dive into his schoolwork, find a job and take a chance with Lydia instead of just letting himself feel. And now it was all coming out because he couldn’t handle seeing her with someone else.

Oh my god. We’re all sticking together. What’s gonna happen when we’re all in college and I have to see her meet the love of her life?

We made plans together. What am I supposed to do now? What’s she going to do?

Stiles even had plans for after college for them that he hadn’t told Malia about.

He planned for them to get an apartment together their second year, propose to her the night they graduated, get married a year later and eventually have a kid or two.

But now they were broken up, and he wasn’t even sure why.

He started banging his head on the steering wheel.

I’m still in love with her and I think I always will be.

Stiles stopped moving as it struck him.

She’s it for me. Like she’s The One for me.

Stiles groaned.

He was such an idiot.

He needed to find some way to make it up to Malia and beg her to take him back.

But what if I just screw it up again? I’m an idiot so I’m bound to do something.

And that one thought was enough for him to decide he shouldn’t do anything. Not when he was so sure he’d make a mess of everything again even if by some miracle she took him back.


Three weeks later he found himself frozen in place, watching Malia and Jimmy who were sitting at his normal table with Scott.

Stiles didn’t realize he was staring a hole into the back of Malia’s head until Lydia snapped her fingers in front of his face and he turned to look at her.

“What?” He asked dumbly.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I just, I—“He didn’t know how to finish his sentence.

I what?

“You were just hopelessly staring at Malia?” Lydia filled in.

He wanted to protest, maybe even reassure his kind of girlfriend that he wasn’t still pining after his ex, but for once he couldn’t bring himself to lie, so instead he said, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

He could feel Lydia staring after him, but he didn’t care at the moment. He just needed to get away and clear his head

Stiles ended up just sitting in his jeep, staring at nothing until he decided to just leave. His friendship with Scott was still a little fragile these days so he wasn’t ready to talk to him about anything too heavy.

Like realizing I fucked up and can’t fix it.

Stiles went home and curled up in his bed, trying not to think as he willed himself to fall asleep. That didn’t work of course and all the good times he’d had with Malia kept replaying in his head, especially the ones they’d had in this bed.

It hurt. It hurt so damn much to think about what he’d lost, especially knowing it was his own fault.

And so he did the only thing that felt right.

He cried quietly into his pillow until he passed out.

“I think we should break up,” Lydia said.

“Sure, whatever you want,”Stiles said absently, staring after Malia.

“So it worked then?” Lydia asked.

The question confused Stiles enough to make him actually turn to her.

Wait, did we just break up?

“What worked?”

“Getting you to realize you need Malia,” Lydia explained.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Stiles, did you honestly think I’d date my friends ex? I’m not that type of person,” Lydia said.

“But we-we’ve been…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish that thought.

“Hanging out? Like friends do?” She filled in for him. “When you asked me out, I thought it was the perfect chance to get you to realize I wasn’t what you wanted anymore.”

“You were playing me?”

Lydia nodded.

“But you kissed me?”

“Did you feel anything?”

“Um,”he hesitated.

“You can say no,” She said. “I won’t be offended.”

“No,” he admitted.

“And that wasn’t your big clue that you didn’t want me anymore?” Lydia asked.

Stiles was struck speechless for a moment, then,“You must be so happy being smarter than everyone.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. “Are you going to get back with Malia or what?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because she’s with Jimmy now!”

“No she’s not,” Lydia informed him.


“She and Jimmy are just friends. Told me herself.” Lydia said. “Does that change your answer or is there something else?”

Stiles looked at the ground, contemplating his answer. “What if I screw up again?”

“Then you’ll just have to try to fix it again,” Lydia said as if it was obvious.

Stiles frowned. “You really think it’s that easy?”

“Nothing’s ever easy, but relationships have their ups and downs and all you can do is just try.” Lydia told him.

“What, are you some kind of love guru?”

Lydia rolled her eyes again. “Just trust me, okay?”

Stiles nodded.

“So,” Lydia started,”what’s your plan to get her back?”


Stiles waited patiently for Malia to arrive from where he sat in a booth, staring out the window. Though he looked calm, he was convinced his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

His plan wasn’t anything dramatic like it would be if his life were a movie. It was simply to have Malia meet up with him at one of their favorite places to eat and actually talk to her about his feelings.

What do I even start off with?

He absently checked his phone for the time, growing even more anxious at the thought that she might not even decide to show.

Finally, he saw her walk in and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Hey,” Malia greeted quietly as she slid into the booth.

“Hey,” he said back.

“Did you order?” She asked, not quite looking at him.

“Yeah. I got our usual,” He replied, looking down at the table.

She nodded and they fell into an uncomfortable silence.

Oh god. I asked her down here to talk and I can’t get myself to say anything.

“How are things with Lydia?” Malia asked.

“We, uh, we broke up,” Stiles said before taking a sip of his coke.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

Stiles shrugged. “It’s okay. We weren’t really dating anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

Stiles realized now wa his chance to put it all out there. “She was just trying to get me to realize I didn’t want her like that anymore and it worked. She even helped me realize something. Something really huge. Like, life changing.”

Malia looked at him curiously. “What did you realize?”

His anxiety peaked, reached that point where he felt numb and he couldn’t feel how terrified he was as he said,”You’re the love of my life.”

Malia stared at him, stunned into silence.

He barreled on while he still felt brave,”I love you and I always will. And I’m  sorry for breaking up with you the way I did. I was confused and felt like I was being crushed by what happened to Donovan. But I’m not confused or ashamed anymore. And I know what I want. I want you. I want us to go to the same college, move in together at some point, get engaged, figure out our lives together, get married and have two or three kids down the road. You’re it for me Malia and I hope I’m it for you too.” He looked down at the table.

As soon as he finished his he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his throat constricting and his hands shaking. He hoped she said something soon because his momentary bravery was gone.

 A full minute of silence passed.

Why hasn’t she said anything?

He looked up slowly and saw Malia had tears in her eyes.  He slid out of the booth and went over to her side.

Malia reached for him, pulling him into a tight hug that he couldn’t get out of even if he wanted to try. He hugged her back, stroking her head.

“I missed you so much it hurt,” Malia admitted quietly. 

 “I know what you mean. Felt like I was missing a part of myself,” Stiles confessed.

She pulled away enough to kiss him desperately until the waitress cleared her throat as she approached. They pulled apart and waited for her to set down their food.

“So, does this mean what I think it means?” Stiles asked hopefully.

“Coyotes mate for life,”Malia said. “And I choose you to be mine.”

Stiles smiled, feeling happier than he had in months.

Sure, they still had things they needed to talk about, but they decided to play catch up on the time they’d missed instead and enjoy dinner.

I finally got a wave of inspiration to finish this and I hope it’s semi decent. I hope you don’t mind I combined these two prompts, they seemed to work well together and it kills two birds with one stone. Also, please only use stalia to tag this fic if you reblog. I don’t want this in /that/ tag or the main tag, Thanks. -Jay

Broken instrument 4/4

(Requested- Could you make a 4/4 where you play their instrument and end up breaking it by accident and they got upset?)

Calum: So you’re home alone in the apartment you share with your boyfriend Calum and you’ve gotten bored. So you decide to start cleaning up since Calum’s gone to a writing session and it’s hard to get anything done when he’s home. So you move through the bedroom and livingroom pretty quickly and when you get to the practice room you’re surprised to see it’s not as dirty as you expected. His practice bass is in the corner and you’ve always wanted to play around with it but never had the courage to ask him. So you pick it up and put the strap around your shoulder. You try to recall the chords you learned years ago and play a few and soon get so into it that you don’t notice the strap slipping off the guitar. Out of nowhere the guitar slips out of your arms and onto the floor in front of you, the neck of the guitar broken in two. And of course it’s at that moment that Calum strolls in the front door. “Babe?” He calls and you stay quiet because you’re too scared to face him but it takes him less than a minute to find you in the practice room with wide eyes and his bass on the floor at your feet. “Oh my god what happened?” “I was playing around and the strap came off, oh god I’m so sorry Calum.” You would apologize over and over and look away from his heart broken expression because you couldn’t stand the look on his face. After a few minutes of shocked silence Calum makes his was to the guitar and picks it up and cradles it in his arms and gives a little sigh before shaking his head at you and giving you a sad smile, “I can always buy a new one soon. Just please, please don’t play my instrument without me here again.” You nodded fast, agreeing and promising it would never happen again.

Ashton: “Please Ash? teach me.” You begged him yet again to teach you to play drums. He rolled his eyes like he always did and laughed, "come on baby, you wouldn’t want to stay with it and I don’t have time right now anyway.“ You knew he was just being stubborn because you kept asking. He wanted to push you and see how long you would keep this up. "Fine, I’ll just teach myself then.” you mumbled, stomping into his music room in over-exaggerated steps. You heard him laugh again and it fueled you motivation even more to learn. So you pick up a pair of drumsticks and take a seat on the stool, only to stare at the drum set because you had no idea what to do. You sat there for a minute before finally starting to make a few notes, the drums loud in the small room. When you realized that the sound didn’t sound quite as awful as you thought it would, you got excited and started playing more vigorously, making loud beats echo through the room. You were finishing up your show of random beats with the symbol and when you hit it with the stick, the symbol came off it’s stand, crashing down and piercing the drum beneath it before rolling onto the floor. You sat there in shock, did this really just happen? Ashton came running in, he had been listening to your drumming and had heard the crash. “What the hell just happened?” he  yelled, glaring with anger at the symbol and broken drum on the floor. You shrunk back, “I hit the symbol and it came off onto the drum.” Ashton picked up the broken drum and rolled his eyes before tossing it across the room, “This is why I wouldn’t teach you! You’re always messing things up.” “It was an accident-” you started but he wouldn’t let you finish, “just get out of here (y/n)” You didn’t wait for him to tell you again, running out past him and up to your bedroom to let him simmer down. About half an hour passed and as you laid in bed listening to music, you felt arms wrap around you and a warm chest press against your back, “I’m sorry, you don’t mess everything up. I just freaked out.” You sighed and cuddled into his embrace, “it’s okay Ash, I shouldn’t have gotten mad about you not teaching me.” he chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, “Do you still want me to teach you?” “no I think I’m good.”  

Luke: You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes and look at what was in front of you. You were helping out backstage at your boyfriend’s concert and while you were waiting for the crew to come get the guitars, you had been tuning them since Luke taught you how. While tuning his brand new guitar, your phone had rang and you had reached over the guitar stand to grab it. You hadn’t seen the cord lying across the floor so your foot had gotten caught and sent you sprawling across the floor, the guitar crashing down with you. “hey (y/n) I need my guitar-” Luke stated when he came running in from soundcheck. He stopped short without another word when he saw your scared expression and his new favorite guitar lying in two pieces on the floor, “oh my god.” “Luke I’m so sorry, I-I tripped and-” you whimpered, interrupted by him exclaiming “oh my god!” again. He paced back and forth for a moment while you stood there in silence, too scared to say anything in fear of angering him more. “I trusted you to take care of my guitars! We have plenty of crew members who could do this but I trusted you and gave you a chance and you broke my new guitar right before the show!” he yelled. You nodded, feeling yourself tearing up so you didn’t trust your voice. “I’m sorry.” you whispered and he scoffed, grabbing his broken guitar and leaving you alone in the room. Later that night you watched from backstage as the guys rocked out, Luke using one of his older guitars and making it work. Between songs Luke grabbed his microphone, making the boys stop before going into the next song, “hey guys, I need to say something really fast and then we’ll get back to the music. Before the show I was kind of an ass to my girlfriend. She broke my new guitar and I freaked out, and I feel really bad about it so I’m making a public apology. (y/n)? baby?” You gasped, shocked that he had just stopped the concert to apologize. You felt your cheeks heating up in a blush as you stepped out from backstage a little to show him you were there. He waved for you to come to him and you blushed more, walking out to center stage with him. He gave you a smile and grabbed your hand when you were close enough, pulling you to his side. “(y/n) I’m so sorry for snapping at you, you were just trying to help. Please forgive me baby.” Luke said while gazing into your eyes. He even pouted his bottom lip out which made you giggle. “Of course I forgive you, you big dork.” you answered, grinning happily while Luke planted a sweet kiss on your lips. The crowd awwwed and you quickly ran off stage when Luke released you, happy to watch your boyfriend rock out from the sidelines.

Michael: “What were you thinking!? I can’t believe you would be so irresponsible!” Michael practically screamed at you. He mas more angry than you had ever seen him, his eyes glaring at you while his usually pale skin now red across his face. All because you had gotten the idea of messing around on his guitar. It was his new one that he had worked hard to decorate and customize and you knew he loved it. You had just wanted to play it for a minute, but it hadn’t turned out like you expected, the guitar now in Michael’s arms in two pieces. And now Michael was pissed at you. “I’m so sorry Mike, I’ll buy you another one. I'll make it up to you I promise.” you begged to him, only to jump when he yelled at you again. “Make it up to me? Hah! You know how hard I worked on this guitar! You could’ve asked for my help but no. You’re too stubborn to do shit right.” He scoffed at you. You just shook your head, unable to speak because it felt like your heart was in your throat, “I’m sorry Michael.” He rolled his eyes, dropping the broken guitar on the couch and storming upstairs to your bedroom, slamming the door a moment later and making you jump. Unable to think clearly, you made your way outside to the back yard to sit in the fresh air and hopefully calm you down and clear your head. You weren’t sure how long you had stayed out there, but after a while you heard the door squeak open, heavy footsteps echoing on the steps into the yard. “(y/n)?” you heard Michael say but you ignored him, not even turning your head to acknowledge him. He let out a long sigh and sat beside you, not close enough to touch but close enough to reach out if need be. “I know it was an accident and I shouldn’t have blown up at you. I was just upset because I loved that guitar.” He said and you shrugged, still not looking straight at him. “I called our guitar tech from the crew and he said he’ll try to fix it, so there’s hope.” Michael continued. You finally turned to face him and he gave you a smile when you spoke, “I didn’t mean to break it, I feel awful Michael, and you yelling at me didn’t help.” he frowned, nodding at your words, “I’m sorry for yelling, I love you and I feel so bad for what I said to you.” You gave him a small smile, deciding to scoot closer and give him a kiss on the cheek to show that you forgave him, “I love you too Mikey.”

I'll wait up \\\ Calum Hood Imagine.

Description: You had a fight, and when the night comes he tries to fix things, but you’re not having it.

Word Count: 1590.

This love is good, this love is bad, 
This love is alive back from the dead
These hands had to let it go free 
And this love came back to me


It’s ten past nine and your phone won’t stop buzzing; you are late to girl’s night. You reckon you’ve spent way too many time fixing your brown eyes so they didn’t look red and puffy anymore, but at least now they were somehow presentable.Tiredly, you grab your purse and check yourself up in the mirror one last time, making sure your make up is done right.

You look particularly pretty, but you still have to force a smile past your lips to try and make your eyes look firm, instead of the moppy mess they’ve been all afternoon. You sigh, knowing your friends will be able to see that something is wrong in the exact second you pass through the door, but you can’t do nothing about it: fighting with Calum always threw you off balance.

You walk into the corridor on the exact second he steps inside the bedroom, calling your name faintly. He takes a good look at you and is surprised to see you’re ready to leave, tight dress on and hair done nicely. He’s sad and tired, you can tell by the dark circles around his eyes, and it feels like some sort of torture to walk by him and not hug whatever is wrong away. You close your eyes once you’re past him, breathing heavily so you don’t start crying again now that he’s so close, because you know exactly what’s wrong: you.

“Where are you going?”

“Out”, you answer simply, not wanting to exchange too many words.

“Out where?”

“Not your damn business”, you say, voice harsh. His lips turn into a thin line.

“We need to talk, Y/N. You can’t be mad at me forever. We kinda live together, you know?”

“I think I heard enough from you already, Calum. I’m pretty much done with the sound of your voice for a while”.

“Don’t do that. Don’t shut me out. We can work this out”.

“I don’t wanna talk to you right now, Calum. I just wanna find my heels and have a night out”.

“We’ll have to talk, eventually. We can’t just stay like this”, he ignores your answer, taking a step closer.

“Watch me”, you retort, taking a step back as he approaches you, eyes frantically looking anywhere but him. He never looked so hurt before. Even that morning, when you were both screaming insults at each other like a pair of lunatics. He sighs, the air leaving his lungs like a heavy cloud.

“Where are you going?”, he asks again, quieter now. His arms hold his own body, and you know the fight is killing him, because he’s staring at the floor now. He never missed an opportunity to dive into your eyes before.

“Danielle broke it off with Ryan again. We’re having an emergency girls’ night to drink men off”.

“I don’t like when you leave after we fight”.

“You walked out on me first, Calum. You walked away in the middle of our damn argument, for heaven’s sake. You don’t get to ask me to stay now”.

“I had to work and we weren’t getting nowhere out of all that screaming. We were just hurting each other and I didn’t want to hurt anymore. We’ve been doing it too much lately”.

“No”, you say, finger in the air, tears you won’t let roll burning in your eyes. “You don’t get to say those words to me and then walk away with bad excuses. You can’t say that we aren’t worth it and then leave me alone”.

“I was pissed and I was an arse, I know. But I’m here now, and we can talk it better”.

“I can’t do this now, Cal. My friends need me”.

“I need you too”.

“I don’t want to do this now, Cal. I need to cool off”.

“You had all day”, he tries, his voice still weak. You know he doesn’t mean anything out of it, except to say that he had enough time to calm down so you can start the conversation again. It angers you though, how he acts so calm about it after hurting you so much. After trying to belittle your relationship and walk away, leaving you a broken mess over the kitchen counter.

“You hurt me, Calum. You carved some deep cuts and they’re not healed yet and I don’t want to do this while they’re still open, ok? It’ll just make everything worse and I’ll be mad and hurt then. And I don’t want to be mad at you, not more than I already am”.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. You have to know that I love you way too much for that”.

“But you did it anyway. And you walked away after. You left me here”.

“Let me make it better, then. C’mon, you’re punishing us both for something I did wrong”.

He takes a unsure step towards you, and you once again take a step back, your lips quivering.

“Don’t. I don’t want to this now”.

“You’re lying. I can see in your eyes, and can see in the way your hands are shaking. You want me too, just as bad as I want you. Let me fix it, Y/N”.

You shake your head in negative, your eyes spotting the red heels you were looking for before this mess took place, right under the bed you both share. You try to walk past him, but he holds your wrist, his eyes pleading and desperate. You bite your own lips.


You close your eyes, all of your strength fading away when he’s so close and his voice is that low. He’s just too much, too overwhelming for your senses. As he could predict it, in the moment you give up on staying away, he pulls you closer, his arms around you like a fortress, his lips taking control of yours.

He tries to be gentle, but you are having none of it: your lips are angry against his, your tongue fighting for dominance. It’s rough and wonderful and familiar, and when you tug into his bottom lip, biting it roughly, he moans your name, the sound smashed by your contact. You push him into the wall, your hands trying to take him whole, to absorb every atom of him you can. It’s been only a day but it feels like years, because knowing it was all hanging for a thread was killing you.

When you pull of, both of you gasping for air, his muttering against the skin of your neck, his lips brushing past every inch of you he can reach. His right hand is firm on your waist, keeping you close, the left one possessively grabbing your hip.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”.

“I am too. But I need some space right now, Cal. I cried all afternoon and I really could use some time off with my friends”.

“But you’ll come back, right?”

“Don’t I always?”

At that he sighs, relieved, but he pulls you even closer into a hug, his strong arms holding you still. It feels like you could fuse into each other.

“I love you. I love you so much”.

“I do too”.

“I’ll be here when you come back. I’ll wait up and we can talk then, if you want”.

You turn in his embrace, your face hidden on the crook of his neck. You breath in his scent, that familiar smell of Calum that you’re so used to have all around you, in your bed sheets, in your clothes, in your life. You kiss the warm skin, sucking lightly on a sweet spot, and he shivers, his hands tugging into your waist as he could make sure you’d never leave.

“I really don’t want to talk about it anymore. It hurts too much”.


“Just promise me you won’t walk away again. Promise you won’t leave me broken anymore and that you won’t give me the cold shoulder. I don’t want us to be apart again. I hated every second of it”.

“Never again”, he promises, his voice muffled by your hair. He turns your chin up, his gaze intent and loving, brown eyes full of regret. His lips hover yours when he speaks again, his words certain. “And if I try, I won’t go far. I’ll always come back for you”.

“So will I. But for now, I should really go”.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay with me? We can have a lazy night. Me, you, my arms around you all night”.

“I always want to, even when you hurt me. And that’s why I need to go and have my time out. It’s not healthy for us to only be fine in each other’s arms. And I have a friend with a broken heart that needs a little comfort. Not every girl is lucky enough to have the guy she loves to come back home for her”.

“You’re worth it. We are. We are worth every step it takes to come back and if I ever say anything but that again, you’re allowed to beat some sense into me”.

“I’ll keep that in mind”, you laugh softly, your breath making him turn slightly to land a kiss on your chin.

“I’ll wait up for you then”, he says simply, his hands finally letting you go. His head is still on your shoulder though, and he kisses it lovingly before finally straightening himself against the wall you shoved him before. “You can go, but I’ll always wait for you to come back”.

midnight confessions

“Is something wrong with your wrist?”

Hayes looked up at the sound of Tess’s voice, soft and tinged with concern. She suddenly became hyperaware of the fact that she was rubbing her own wrist and set both her hands on the tabletop.

“No, of course not,” she said. “It’s nothing.”

They were the only two left in the darkened office going through the boxes upon boxes of cases that the ADAs’ staff had been dropping off over the past two weeks. Hayes reached for a file, but Tess sat down in the chair next to her and slid the folder just out of reach.

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I'll love you forever- Cameron Dallas Imagine PART FIVE


since everyones freaking out about part four here you go :) now be happy. 

Part one : two : three : FOUR::

Cameron’s POV

I shot up straight in bed, sweating. All these horrible images filled my head which made me sick. A tear slipped from my eye, I looked all around me only to realize it was a night mare. Everything that had happened didn’t really happen, I didn’t lose my baby, and she’s still here. All of it was a vivid dream. The phone calls, the hospital, the tears. None of it was true. I started crying from the tears of joy and relief. “Oh my god thank you so much” it all felt surreal. Breathing heavily, I got up from bed and knew exactly what I had to do. I headed over to y/n’s house. I didn’t care if it was the middle of the night. I had to apologize no matter what. “hopefully she forgives me” I mumbled to myself as I walked. 

*10 minutes later*

Your POV

After crying my heart out, I headed to bed. There was just nothing more I wanted to do than sleep or even die “what’s the point of being alive when the guy you loved won’t be there by your side anymore”. I thought to myself. But I knew I had to remain strong. After all I had an amazing family, and great friends, I wouldn’t want to give up knowing they love me too. My hair was a mess; my eyes were black from all the mascara. I didn’t care about anything. Mahogany called me a few times but I ignored the calls. I lied down. Staring at the plain white ceiling above me, thinking about Cameron, all the great times we shared the hugs, the kisses, the tears, the laughs. It had only been a few hours since we broke up, but I still missed everything, including him like crazy. I closed my eyes, and just as I got things off my mind. I got another call, and this time it wasn’t Mahogany, it was Cam. I ignored it, but he called again. I ignored it again, but he wouldn’t stop calling me. I turned my phone off only to hear knocks on the door. I knew it was Cameron because he was the only person I knew who had big, loud knocks like the ones I was hearing. I got up from bed, went downstairs and looked through the peep hole. It was Cameron, standing with his hands behind his back. “Go away” I said, but he refused to and demanded to open the door.  “Please (y/n) I just need to say something, and then I’ll go forever.” After I heard the words “forever” I started tensing up.

I let him in, and without saying a single thing he hugged me tight. It was a long hug, but I didn’t hug him back. I broke it, and he got a little nervous. “Yeah?” I said, with one eye brow raised to make it look like I was really mad. He handed me roses, a huge bouquet of them. They were beautiful, just like him. I smiled a little, and took them from him. I put them in a vase and he started apologizing. “(y/n) I am really really very sorry. I know what I did was wrong, it was my entire fault, and I realize it now. I wasn’t treating you right. I took you for granted, and I’m really sorry. I now know how much I love you and how much I can’t live without you. I love you so much; I always have and always will. Just please don’t leave me. And I know these were the words you wanted to hear all this time, but I just didn’t know how to express my feelings. But now I do. I love you so much, and there’s no hesitation in that. So please forgive me?” I looked at him shocked, I wasn’t expecting that big of an apology. Without replying back, I looked down. I didn’t know what to say. He put his index finger on my chin and made me look him to him. “say something y/n” I stared at his beautiful brown eyes, his thick pink lips, his cute haircut, the little stubble he had on is upper lip. He knew what I was trying to say, even without the words coming out. Instantly, our lips came together, we kissed passionately, and Cameron knew that I had forgiven him.

After a few seconds of kissing him, I pulled my face away and we both smiled at each other. “I forgive you” I said as I went in for a hug. “I’ll love you forever” he replied. We broke the hug, and headed upstairs to sleep. I washed away the tears and the smeared makeup, and he fixed his hair. We both headed to bed. I lied down, turned the lamp off and Cam laid beside me. “So how did you all of a sudden realize that you were wrong?” I asked and chuckled a bit. Both of us still staring at the ceiling, he replied “well let’s just say my nightmares are usually about losing you.” I took a deep breath in and out from relief. I was so glad everything had become normal again. “Don’t do that again okay?” I said slightly scolding him. “I won’t.” He replied. We both turned towards each other, and he kissed me again, this time a much longer kiss. He pulled me closer by the waist and put his warm arms around my body. My head was on his chest. “You just put your arms around me, and I’m home.” I thought. And as I heard his heart beat, I fell asleep. He kissed my head, and soundly went to sleep as well.


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