every time i get reminded of it i'm just filled with such love

÷ Sentence Starters
  • "I was born inside a small town."
  • "Friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride."
  • "And when the world's against me, is when I really come alive."
  • "I need to get in the right mind and clear myself up."
  • "I look in the mirror, questioning what I've become."
  • "I'm well aware of certain things that can destroy a man like me."
  • "I am happy on my own so here I'll stay."
  • "I used to think that nothing could be better than touring the world with my songs."
  • "I chased the picture perfect life, I think they painted it wrong."
  • "I think that money is the route of all evil, and fame is hell."
  • "Ain't nobody want to see you down in the dumps."
  • "You're living your dream and this should be fun."
  • "I beg you don't be disappointed with the man I've become."
  • "I guess you know I've been away."
  • "Where I'm heading, who knows?"
  • "My heart will stay the same."
  • "I was younger then."
  • "I found my heart and broke it here."
  • "I can't wait to go home."
  • "I miss the way you make me feel."
  • "We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill."
  • "Had my first kiss on a Friday night... I don't reckon I did it right."
  • "Maybe I came on too strong."
  • "Maybe I waited too long."
  • "Maybe I played my cards wrong."
  • "Baby I apologise for it."
  • "I've been known to give my all."
  • "Don't call me baby unless you mean it."
  • "Don't tell me you need me if you don't believe it."
  • "So let me know the truth before I dive right into you."
  • "You're a mystery."
  • "I have traveled the world and there's no other girl like you."
  • "What's your history?"
  • "Do you have a tendency to lead some people on? 'Cause I heard you do."
  • "The club isn't the best place to find a lover."
  • "Girl, you know I want your love."
  • "Your love was handmade for somebody like me."
  • "I may be crazy, don't mind me."
  • "Boy, let's not talk too much, grab on my waist and put that body on me."
  • "I'm in love with the shape of you."
  • "We push and pull like a magnet do."
  • "I'm in love with your body."
  • "Now my bedsheets smell like you."
  • "Although my heart is falling, too, I'm in love with your body."
  • "I never knew you were the someone waiting for me."
  • "We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was."
  • "I will not give you up this time."
  • "Darling, just kiss me slow."
  • "Darling, you look perfect tonight."
  • "Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know."
  • "She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home."
  • "We are still kids, but we're so in love."
  • "I know we'll be alright this time."
  • "Be my girl, I'll be your man."
  • "I see my future in your eyes."
  • "I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight."
  • "I know I have met an angel in person."
  • "You look perfect tonight."
  • "Baby, I just want to dance."
  • "She shared a cigarette with me while her brother played the guitar."
  • "You know she beat me at darts and then she beat me at pool."
  • "She kissed me like there was nobody else in the room."
  • "I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine."
  • "I swear I'm going to put you in a song that I write."
  • "You look happier."
  • "I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours."
  • "Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain't nobody love you like I do."
  • "Promise that I will not take it personal if you're moving on with someone new."
  • "You look happier, you do, my friends told me one day I'll feel it, too."
  • "I'll smile to hide the truth, but I know I was happier with you."
  • "Everything's reminding me of you."
  • "You're happier, aren't you?"
  • "I know that there's others that deserve you, but my darling, I am still in love with you."
  • "I know I was happier with you."
  • "I knew one day you'd fall for someone new."
  • "If he breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that I'll be waiting here for you."
  • "Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means."
  • "But I heard he makes you happy so that's fine by me."
  • "I'm just keeping it real."
  • "I'll be trying not to double tap, from way back, cause I know that's where the trouble's at."
  • "Let me remind you of the days when you used to hold my hand and when we sipped champagne."
  • "I guess if you were Lois Lane, I wasn't superman, just a young boy trying to be loved."
  • "If it was meant to be, you wouldn't be calling me up trying to fuck."
  • "I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me."
  • "I know you're missing all this kind of love."
  • "In the back of the club kissing a boy that ain't him."
  • "You're still a young girl trying to be loved."
  • "When you're with him I know you're lonely."
  • "Please, remember you're still free, to make the choice and leave."
  • "She is the sweetest thing that I know."
  • "You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low."
  • "Oh we're in love, aren't we?"
  • "I feel safe when you're holding me near."
  • "Love the way that you conquer your fear."
  • "You know hearts don't break around here."
  • "Spent my summer time beside her, and the rest of the year the same."
  • "She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home."
  • "I'm not scared of passing over or the thought of growing old, because from now until I go, every night I'll kiss you."
  • "We could change this whole world with a piano."
  • "I'm just a boy with a one-man show."
  • "Love could change the world in a moment."
  • "The revolution's coming, it's a minute away."
  • "I know, I'm all for people following their dreams."
  • "The future's in the hands of you and me."
  • "You are the one, girl."
  • "How would you feel, if I told you I loved you?"
  • "So tell me that you love me, too."
  • "We were sat upon our best friend's roof, I had both of my arms round you, watching the sunrise replace the moon."
  • "We were sitting in a parked car, stealing kisses in the front yard."
  • "I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up."
  • "A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved."
  • "I hope that I see the world as you did."
  • "A life with love is a life that's been lived."
  • "I've got two left feet and a bottle of red wine."
  • "We're going somewhere where the sun is shining bright."
  • "You're like something that God has sent me."
  • "I lost my shoes last night, I don't know where I put my keys."
  • "I get lonely and make mistakes from time to time."
  • "My heart is breaking at the seams and I'm coming apart now."
  • "Always say what's on your mind."
  • "I was twenty four years old when I met the woman I would call my own."
  • "Her daddy said, 'No, you can't marry my daughter.'"
  • "I'm gonna marry the woman I love."
  • "Never had I seen such beauty before."
  • "I never worried about the king and crown."
  • "I gave all my oxygen to people that could breath."
  • "I gave away my money and now we don't even speak."
  • "I drove miles and miles, but would you do the same for me."
  • "Life can get you down so I just numb the way it feels."
  • "I drown it with a drink and out of date prescription pills."
  • "All the ones that love me, they just left me on the shelf."
  • "So before I save someone else, I've got to save myself."
  • "I'm here again, between the devil and the danger."
  • "Before I blame someone else, I've got to save myself."
  • "Before I love someone else, I've got to love myself."
To my Dearest Regret, With Hope

Request: Listen. I’m legit bawling. I’m crying. My heart has been broken and scarred. You did that! I need a part 4 please or I might just die, M. Your writing is gonna kill me someday, you queen of angst, you. AND other sweet comments! THIS IS A PART OF THE To Newt, With Love series

Word Count: 2,627

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Newt stares at the brick house in front of him, taking a deep breath before dipping his head and walking toward it. The leather case in his hand bounces against his right leg with every quick step he takes. He times his steps, falling into the same familiar rhythm as the creak of the neighbor’s porch swing.

Climbing up the three hole-ridden steps, Newt curses under his breath. He pauses at the top and sighs. It’s now or never.

The door slams open halfway through his third knock. He nearly smacks his mother in the face as he stumbles forward, but she just ducks under his hand and wraps her arms around his stomach.

“Erm, hi mum.”

“You finally remembered I’m alive!”

Newt rolls his eyes over his mother’s head. “I never forgot it. That would be hard with all the owls you kept sending.”

She steps away from him, leading him into the house. “How could I not send them? You never replied. I didn’t know if you were getting any of them.”

Newt pulls the door shut behind him as he steps inside. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Scamander waves her hands, walking down the hall to the kitchen, “Your animals mean more than your own dear mother.”

“That’s not true.” He follows her, eyes trailing over the pictures of him and Theseus at various ages, hanging in rotting frames on the cream walls.

“Well, you aren’t very good at showing that, are you? Come in here, I just finished baking some biscuits.”

Chuckling at a picture of him and Theseus grinning ear to ear in front of the ocean, stacks of shells balanced on their sopping curls, Newt heads into the kitchen. It hasn’t changed much since he was young. The same dog and cat salt and pepper shakers sit above the stove. The same row of flower vases with the same nine vases are lined up on the far counter, like soldiers ready to march at any moment. The same wooden frames hold up the same moving pictures.

Well, almost all the same pictures. Newt tries not to see the different faces in three of the frames, changed courtesy of Theseus.

“How have you been, honey?” Mrs. Scamander sets a cup of tea and a plate of two bite-sized biscuits down in front of Newt.

“I’ve almost died five times since I last saw you.” He fights a smile at his mother’s frown as he bites into a biscuit.

She falls into the chair across from him. “Do you want to kill your mother? Merlin’s beard, Newt, didn’t I raise you better?”

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halsey sentence meme. 
from hopeless fountain kingdom.
part one.              (   part two.   )

the prologue. 

  • civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
  • i am a child of a money hungry, prideful country.
  • hands so bloody, it tastes like honey. 
  • i’m finding it hard to leave.

100 letters.

  • how can midas put his hands on me again?
  • he said ‘ one day I’d realize why I don’t have any friends. ’
  • i find myself alone at night, unless i’m having sex.
  • but i don’t let him touch me anymore.
  • i’m not something to butter up and taste when you get bored.
  • i have spent too many nights on dirty bathroom floors to find some peace and quiet right behind a wooden door.
  • he said,  ‘ please don’t go away. ’
  • i said,  ‘ it’s too late. ’
  • i can’t stop thinking that i can’t stop thinking that i almost gave you everything.
  • and now the whole thing’s finished and i can’t stop wishing that i never gave you anything.
  • you wrote one hundred letters just for me.
  • i’m constantly reminded of the time i was nineteen.

eyes closed.

  • i know where to lay.
  • i know what to say.
  • it’s all the same.
  • i know how to play.
  • i know this game; it’s all the same.
  • now if i keep my eyes closed, he looks just like you.
  • he’ll never stay; they never do.
  • now if i keep my eyes closed, he feels just like you.
  • you’ve been replaced.
  • i’m face to face with someone new.
  • would’ve gave it all for you, cared for you.
  • tell me where i went wrong. 
  • would’ve trade it all for you, there for you. 
  • so tell me how to move on.
  • my lover, my liar.
  • they don’t realize i’m thinking about you.
  • it’s nothing new, it’s nothing new.

heaven in hiding.

  • can you hear my heartbeat fucking kickin’?
  • your eyes light up ‘cause you best believe that i got something on my sleeve.
  • i walk my talk, no time for wishful thinking.
  • i push up on my toes, you call me ‘ sweet thing. ’
  • you thought you were the boss tonight.
  • i can put up one good fight.
  • i flip the script like i can take a beating.
  • you surrender to the touch.
  • i can put on a show. 
  • don’t you see what you’re finding?
  • this is heaven in hiding.
  • when you start to look at me, a physical fatality.
  • you surrender to the heat.
  • you’ll know.
  • i don’t have no time for conversation.
  • this ain’t what you usually do.
  • a girl like me is new for you.
  • i can tell you mean it ‘cause you’re shaking.
  • i’m heaven in hiding.


  • he tried to phone me, but i never have time.
  • he said that i never listen, but i don’t even try.
  • i got a new place in cali, but i’m gone every night.
  • i fill it with strangers so they keep ‘em alive.
  • she said she told you she knows me, but the face isn’t right.
  • she asked if i recognized her, and i told her i might.
  • everywhere i go, i got a million different people tryna’ kick it.
  • i’m still alone in my mind.
  • i know you’re dying to meet me.
  • as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.
  • i stayed a night out in paris where they don’t know my name.
  • i got into some trouble with that drink in my veins.
  • i got a problem with parties ‘cause it’s loud in my brain.
  • i can never say sorry ‘cause i won’t take the blame.
  • i know i always go missing, and you’re lying awake.
  • if you ask why i’m distant, oh i’m running away.
  • i know you wanna slip under my armor. 

now or never. 

  • i don’t wanna fight right now.
  • you always right.
  • now i know i need you ‘round with me.
  • nobody waiting ’round with me.
  • got a whole lot of love, but you don’t wanna spread it ‘round with me.
  • never pick up, never call me.
  • you know we’re running out of time.
  • never pick up when you want me.
  • now i’ve gotta draw a line.
  • i need to know you’re mine.
  • i’ve done enough talking.
  • we done enough talking.
  • baby, gonna love me now or never.
  • i want you to hold me down forever.
  • you know i wanna keep you around forever.
  • i want you to love me now or never.
  • i’m turning off the light right now.
  • i’m calling it a night right now.
  • we’ve been through it all.
  • i need you to make your mind up. 
  • don’t take no more time up. 
  • you gotta decide something.


  • i’ve missed your calls for months it seems.
  • don’t realize how mean i can be.
  • i can sometimes treat the people i love like jewelry.
  • i can change my mind each day.
  • i didn’t mean to try you on.
  • i still know your birthday, and your mother’s favorite song.
  • i’m sorry to my unknown lover.
  • sorry that i can’t believe anybody ever starts to fall in love with me.
  • sorry i could be so blind.
  • didn’t mean to leave you, and all the things we had behind.
  • i run away when things are good.
  • so it seems i broke your heart.
  • my ignorance has struck again.
  • i failed to see it from the start and tore you open ‘til the end.
  • someone will love you.
  • someone will love you, but someone isn’t me.

good mourning.

  • they told me once, ‘ there’s a place where love conquers all. ’
  • i haven’t found it yet, but i’m still searching.
  • all i know is a hopeless place that flows with the blood of my kin.
  • perhaps hopeless isn’t a place, nothing but a state of mind.
  • they told me once, ’ don’t trust the moon, she’s always changing. ’
  • the shores bend and break for her.
  • she begs to be loved.
  • nothing is here as it seems.
  • sun is coming up.

anonymous asked:

for your prompts!! (I'm so excite thx for doing this!) sheith royalty au where Keith and Shiro are princes from warring countries and when Shiro's country loses he is captured and sent to Keith as a slave. When he shows up he has been treated very badly...what will Keith do?? Will they fall in love? Can they gain each other's trust??(Requesting maximum angst and Shiro being tenderly taken care of plz <3)

Okay, I got way WAY too into this one and had to force myself to stop writing. I absolutely love this prompt and love putting Shiro through hell. My sweet sweet son. Let’s punch him in the face again.This is the best ending spot I could find, but you bet your ass I have like 1000 more words I haven’t posted.

This is the first fill for my most recent follower celebration, stay tuned for more of me getting way too into prompts.

He wasn’t unfamiliar with the goings on of war. He knew exactly what a well placed punch felt like, what an arrow felt like piercing his shoulder, what a blade felt like slashing along his side. He knew what torture felt like and was all too familiar with the sensations caused by all the different tools they liked to hide in the deep dark holes of war camps. He knew what it felt like to have his arm separated from his body as he watched, as he fought for his life, as he watched his country massacred in front of him. He knew what it felt like to be held up on a podium of bodies, hasty tourniquet tied over the stump of what used to be an arm, he knew what it felt like to be a trophy and absolutely nothing more. He remembered the feeling of Sendak’s knife, slicing through his face, inch by inch, the sound of cheering a dull roar, pierced by his own incoherent screams and Sendak’s soft whisper, filling his ears, his mind, and his memory.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request the RFA+V's reactions to MC working with animals? I'm a pet groomer so I always find myself imagining what they would think about that. Thank you!

Hope you and your pets like this :p

RFA + V with a MC who really like animals

Common: So MC works with rescued animals and she managed to take some of them to live with her.


  • You told him you reeeeaaally liked animals, he just had no Idea it was that much
  • Dogs, so many dogs! And bunnies, and a turtle.
  • Well, as long as you don’t have any cat… oh, there is a sphinx cat too, okay… no allergy, then.
  • He was never surrounded by animals, so it’s hard to get used to, but he really likes the big dogs
  • When it comes to your work, he’s always promoting you adoption events at his Tripter account
  • Having his amazing actor’s memory, he learns every pet’s name pretty fast
  • Likes to throw sticks and Frisbees to the dogs, lets the cat sleep on his lap and feeds the bunnies, he doesn’t really know how to interact with the turtle, tho
  • “Oh, MC, this bunny is the cutest!” he’s grinning so much when you tell you named this one after him.


  • He can train to be a vet, you can have free appointments with a vet. Match made in heaven
  • Three dogs, two cats and a goatling. All of them grown fond of him pretty fast.
  • Wants to impress you showing how much he’s studying by taking a look at the animal’s teeth and guessing their ages.
  • He can’t possibly choose his favorite, but the goatling is absolutely adorable, he won’t lie there.
  • Is a constant volunteer at your projects.
  • He’s always taking pictures of all of them and showing to his classmates, hates to be teased about preferring your animals over you.
  • If only they knew that sometimes he even gets a little jealous of all the attention you give to the pets…
  • Blushes furiously when you shoo one of the cats from his lap and fill its place.


  • She was aware about the 6 dogs and the iguana, but she was not ready to face the chaos that is your apartment
  • Okay, the iguana doesn’t do much, but the dogs… all of them so big and so energetic. One of them greeted her by throwing her at the floor and licking her nose.
  • Yes, she was never surrounded by animals either, so it is a little bit of a shock at first
  • But she understands now why you’re so responsible, having animals can make you get very diligent over things, and she likes it
  • She also volunteers for your events, usually she’s the one who planned the whole logistic of it
  • She eventually grows fond of this one dog who apparently really like her, as he always brings his toys for her or his leash, indicating that it’s time for a little walk, oh… he’s so polite!
  • You were so worried about her not liking animals, but soon it shows you had nothing to worry about, the only animal she didn’t really like that much was Elizabeth, after all.
  • Sometimes feels a little paranoid that the iguana is watching her…


  • Well, he might have thought about finding Elizabeth a friend eventually, but this is on a whole another level…
  • Cats, bunnies, and an aquarium with some golden fishes, it’s not as fancy as his own, but it’s a pretty decent one
  • Your cats are… nothing like Elizabeth, they’re a lot more energetic and not that clingy, he feels like some of them don’t really like him.
  • It’s just an impression, though, he knows most cats are very independent creatures, especially being your cats… and he can always pat the bunnies, anyways
  • He doesn’t have the time to be more present, but is always making donations in cash or in old toys Elizabeth doesn’t want to play with it anymore
  • There’s this white little bunny that reminds him of Elizabeth, so it’s secretly his favorite.
  • He can’t wait to bring her along, but you tell him that this should be a slow process, since your cats are a little temperamental (so is Elizabeth, let’s not lie here)
  • “I’ve always believed that people who like animals can’t be bad, no wonder you’re the best person I know, my love.” This man has no chill, even when it comes to animals, oh lord…


  • L-O-V-E-S!
  • 3 dogs, a cat and a snake (!!!) He thought you might be the coolest person in the whole universe when he found about this on the background check
  • Now that he can actually live with them he’s just sure about your coolness.
  • When it comes to your work, he manages all the social media accounts and even takes a lo of the pictures that are posted
  • You don’t allow him to stay too close to the cats, since they’re old, and he surprisingly understands this, he holds back his urge to run around with them and bite their necks.
  • So he has fun with the dogs, the three are all over him when he comes to your place and he loves the attention.
  • He’s fascinated by the snake, he researches everything about it: gender, age, natural habitat, everything! He has the reptile around his neck more than you do.
  • But at the end of the day, he snuzzles to your chest  “Treat me like your kitty, meow~~” he says in a purr


  • He wouldn’t say out loud, but he imagines you as Snow White surrounded by animals in the forest when you told him about your pets
  • You’re definitely a princess, but it’s just 3 cats, 2 bunnies and a turtle. No squirrels, deers or birds that sing along with you, unfortunately.
  • Not that he’s complaining, he really likes your pets. If they’re yours, they’re the luckiest creatures in the universe, after all.
  • Now he gets where your kindness and empathy come from, animals give this kind of power to humans, and you’re the most powerful one to him.
  • He wishes he could take pictures of your events, but at least he can get you good photographers. Also makes lots of donations
  • He also admires how well treated they are, he can tell by the amazingly soft fur the bunnies and the cats have
  • But the one he really likes is the turtle, it’s quirky and doesn’t show any reaction, but he likes the sensation of feeling all the grooves on its shell.
  • Sometimes you even feel a little jealous of the turtle. Yes, you know it’s ridiculous, but it’s the perfect excuse to make him run after you and cuddle in the bed.

anonymous asked:

I'm in a boyfriend era mood today so "Last time I checked, I was still your girlfriend/boyfriend.” Please!

Aaron’s drunk.

Aaron’s drunk, and he looks terrible, barely able to stand as he tries to plead with a bouncer to let him back inside the club. He’s in a right state, and it makes Robert’s heart twist in his chest, knowing it’s because of him, because Robert had to open his big gob and say something stupid.

It was only because he wanted the best, for Aaron. He might go about it the wrong way sometimes, but Robert did only want the best for him, and the security that kind of money could bring his boyfriend - well, it was the sort of cash that Robert had always wanted for himself.

But it’s not like he understood. It’s not like he understood the pain Aaron had to carry with him every day, the aftermath of all his so-called father had done, and so Robert should probably have kept his mouth shut.

He was still learning to navigate this whole being in a relationship with Aaron thing. So much of them, their love, had flourished in secret hideaways and stolen moments, and being out and proud and dedicated to just him, well, it was new.

“Aaron,” Robert called, getting out of his car. At the call of his name, Aaron turned, swaying on his feet as he gave Robert a furious look.

“What are you doing here?” Aaron practically growled, knowing he’d called Adam, not Robert.

“Adam’s been drinking, he can’t drive,” Robert explained, not bothering to mention that he’d been halfway out the front door of Keepers before Aaron had even finished his drunken plea with Adam to come have a pint with him.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Aaron grumbled, turning back to the bouncer. “I’m fine, I’m not that drunk. Just let me back in, yeah?”

The bouncer gave Robert a bored look, arms folded across his chest. “He tried to start a fight,” he said, unimpressed. “Get him out of here, or I’ll call the police.”

Robert gave a furious nod, trying to shuffle Aaron toward his car. “I’ll sort it,” he reassured, Aaron glaring at him.

“You’ll sort it? Am I your pet fucking project now, Robert?” Aaron slurred, words laced with anger and bitterness, anger he must have been carrying since their argument earlier that day.

“No, Aaron, but last time I checked I was still your boyfriend, so could you just let me look after you?” Robert couldn’t stop himself from snapping, wind whipping up around them as they stood, arguing on the footpath.

Aaron looked as though he was about to say something, opening and shutting his mouth a few times before he shook his head, a reluctant hand on the passenger door. “Just get me home,” he said. “And don’t talk to me.”

Robert raised his hands in surrender, grateful that Aaron was allowing himself to be brought home. He slid behind the wheel, pretending not to notice the way Aaron’s face softened as he noticed the bottle of Lucozade waiting on his seat, the sugary orange drink a familiar reminder of car journeys they’d shared home from their sneaky hotel breaks, Aaron desperate to rid himself of his hangover.

“Stop being such a good boyfriend,” Aaron said quietly, clutching tightly to the fizzy drink. “It’s making it hard for me to hate ya.”

“Then stop trying to hate me, and let me be your boyfriend, Aaron,” Robert sighed, glancing over to the passenger side as they came to a stop at the traffic lights. “I’m going to make mistakes, Aaron, it doesn’t mean I don’t want the best for you. Its just - this is new to me too.”

Aaron stayed silent for a second, focus on the quiet road in front of them. “I said no talking,” he said gruffly, unwilling to accept the white flag Robert was offering.

Robert sighed again, flicking on his indicator so he could take the turning for Emmerdale. “Don’t get sick in my car.”

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You know, I finally got over you. I spilt all my emotions into notebooks and cried through a pen and was left with pages of poems filled with you. It took me years and a strength I never knew I had. You changed me, there is no doubting that, I never returned to the girl I once was. The naïve sixteen-year-old who thought that love would never hurt her. I was angry at you for a while, and then I wasn’t, and then all I did was cry and then I just longed to be held by you at 3am when my tear soaked pillow reminded me of everything we’d lost. Then i was over you. I really was, I could drink black coffee again, I could go out with my friends again and I could listen to all the songs that reminded me of you with out crying. Then I came home for Christmas to visit my parents in the small town we met. The fairy lights and the Christmas tree and the decorations in everyone’s windows changed something and then I saw you. You hadn’t changed, and the soft twinkling lights against your face made me forget that I was over you and I guess I fell again. I hate that you have the power to do this to me, I hate that you can make me feel like a giddy sixteen-year-old again. I left her behind a long time ago, ran away from her. Moved to the biggest city and got the hardest job I could find. Cut my waist length hair and abandoned my favourite candy floss coloured hair clips. Just so I could leave behind the girl who had no other aspirations than to marry you and have kids and a dog and a cute house with a fence and daffodils in the garden the one we always use to talk about. I ran away and left behind the girl who didn’t need anything more than you. You saw me and you smiled. That little smirk that haunts my dreams but makes them worth remembering. You didn’t ask about my job and you didn’t tell me how proud you were of my promotion; you weren’t impressed by the small town girl living in a big city with an expensive apartment and designer shoes. All you said was “you cut your hair? I like it” After all those years and tears and poems and waking up next to strange men with blue eyes and brown hair, all you could say was “I like your hair”? I’ve never fallen harder or faster or deeper in love. We stood on the same pavement we stood when you gave me a plastic ring all those years ago when we were sixteen and we started laughing like we were sixteen again, and you looked at me like you use to before everything got complicated and heavy and hard. We aren’t sixteen anymore and things are even more complicated now and I don’t love you as much as I did. I love you more, because the truth is I never stopped, I didn’t get over you I just buried you and replaced you with the little things I could fall in love with like hot cocoa in the winter and walks through the park on my days off. I guess when I came back to this small town the girl I ran away from all those years ago found me again and now all I can think about is candy floss coloured hair clips and what we might name our kids, whether they’ll have my eyes and your nose or my long legs and your smile. I don’t know but I know I was made to love you and every time I look into your blue eyes I’m certain that I’ll love you as long as I’m alive.


This is my first long one so let me know if you like/don’t like it

second roundup of scattered erasermic fic ideas and headcanons i’ve posted on twitter:

  • please consider mic like… stealth marrying aizawa. “we should be each other’s emergency contacts.” “you should move in to save on rent.” aizawa, while withdrawing money from their shared bank account: “wait” 
  • kayama gets aizawa a present mic dakimakura as a joke. it’s… very awkward when mic finds it in his closet. [mic voice] “you know, if you wanted to cuddle with me, you could have just asked.”
  • i want mic’s apartment to be incredibly messy in a “i don’t have time to organize things but i know exactly where everything is” sort of way. “hizashi, where are your spare towels?” “they should be on top of the refrigerator.” “… why?” “well i was folding laundry but then - ”
  • mic adopts a cat and then keeps calling aizawa at weird hours freaking out every time he doesn’t know how to take care of the cat. aizawa tries to patiently walk mic through everything but ends up just coming over to help mic because mic really knows nothing about cats.
  • i want aizawa to be the type of person who drives 20 miles over the speed limit and corners really sharply but thinks he’s a good driver.
  • i kinda want a young!erasermic fic where mic asks aizawa out but gets rejected cuz aizawa thinks that the class put him up to it as a joke but i ALSO kinda want a fic where aizawa asks mic out and gets rejected cuz mic thinks aizawa found out about his crush and is mocking him.
  • have i talked about siren mic before? siren mic who sings in the shower and keeps hypnotizing his poor neighbor, aizawa.
  • ALTERNATIVELY siren!mic who’s disappointed that his voice doesn’t seem to affect aizawa at all (it’s actually cuz aizawa’s already in love).
  • mic’s probably that annoying friend who calls all the time while aizawa will communicate solely through text (if he replies at all). aizawa’s phone is filled with voicemails from mic. he listens to all of them, but never picks up when his phone rings.
  • kinda want one of those classic fics with established relationship erasermic where mic wants kids but doesn’t know how to tell aizawa. he’s expecting aizawa to be like “we don’t have the time, our jobs are too risky, we already teach a million teenagers, etc" but in the end aizawa’s like "so, adoption or surrogacy?” and mic just stares at him for a moment before saying “adoption?”

Characters: AJ Styles (With special appearance by OFC)

Summary: He finally understands the need to make noise.

Warnings: Dirty talk. Masturbation. Mentions of sexual acts. Daddy kink.

Angst/Fluff/Smut: Smut

Note: This is totally @llowkeys fault. 

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Forgetful (Part 2)

Word Count: 1,548
Reader Gender: Female I guess idk 
Warnings: Cussing, car accident,
Love Interest: Pietro Maximoff
Note: I know some of you are like ???? didn’t I read this??? and yes, but you read the other version. I’ve rewritten it because it was brought to my attention that it was vv cringy, and honestly I couldn’t agree more. So, here we are with a new version, and hopefully a better one.

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

lt’s been quite some time since I left Pietro, about a month actually. Pietro has tried calling me more than once, but I’ve ignored him every single time. Why the hell should I pick up? He doesn’t deserve to try to apologize, there’s no excuse for what he did. So, he doesn’t deserve the chance to try and make one. At first, I felt sorry for myself. I blamed me rather than him, and almost called him to try and make up. That’s when Nat and Tony talked some sense into me.

They helped me realize that what he did wasn’t my fault. Now, rather than being sad, I’m just angry. I was angry that he had the audacity to do what he did, then argue with me over it. I was angry that he thought that he wasn’t in the wrong. I was angry at everything he did and said. I liked the anger, it was better than the sadness I had felt. Tony then suggested I take my anger to the training room, and it was a great idea.

I rarely got time to train, let alone the motivation, and I liked it. My combat skills and strength have increased in such a short about of time. It didn’t take long for the news of the break up to spread across to the other members of the team. I already knew that Wanda knew, the both of them were siblings after all. Soon enough the everyone knew, and in turn everyone was angry. Well, we were missing a few people.

Bruce was missing, as usual, and had been missing for a while. I doubted he’d return anytime soon, given his history. Thor simply wasn’t on Earth, and he was probably keeping peace in the realms. I had grown closer to the team, and it was one good thing that came out of The Incident. Bucky and I had become good friends, but Tony still remained my best friend. We were currently watching T.V., Bucky and I had placed bets on the news.

He bet that they’d rerun the Loki story again, even though it’s been quite a while since the incident. I, on the other hand, had bet that they couldn’t milk that story any more than they already have. Unfortunately, it turned out that he was right, once again. I huffed, pulling out a 20 as he just smiled at me, rubbing in the fact that he won. I simply rolled my eyes, shoving the bill into his hand.

“Well, I guess you were right.” I huffed.

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right.” He said.

“I think I liked you more when you were being all dark and brooding.” I said, smiling at the face he made.

“I’m not dark and brooding, I’m a damn delight.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, my bad, I guess I read all the signs wrong.” I joked and I saw him squint.

“What signs are you fucking-” Bucky began, but was silenced by my pillow.

“Watch your fucking mouth, I’m trying to watch the damn news.” I demanded jokingly and he shook his head in disapproval.

“Bitch.” He mumbled.

“Whore.” I shot back.

This was partly why I enjoyed having conversations with Bucky, or any members of the team for that matter. It was easy to talk to them, and it reminded me of how many times Pietro and I fought with one another. A part of me does still love him, I mean, we were together for a long time. I know better than to just go crawling back or something like that. What he did was inexcusable, and that’s all there is to it.

Honestly, I don’t even know what to do with him, but ignoring him seems like a pretty good decision. Even if I were to take him back somehow, he’d have to prove to me that he’s changed. He’d have to prove he’s different, and I’m not sure that he can do that. My phone made a noise, notifying me that I had a text message. I rolled my eyes as I read the message, and it was from none other than Pietro himself.

Please pick up.

No, leave me alone.

Please, I need to talk to you.

No, what you need is a new attitude, and maybe a reality check.

Just give me another chance.

To what? Break my heart again? Not a chance.

Please, just meet me at the park, and give me 5 minutes.

What do I get in return? 5 minutes of Hell?

If you don’t like what I say, then I’ll never bother you again.

That offer did sound rather enticing, especially considering he hasn’t made that offer before. I’ll have to think about it for a moment before giving him an answer. It’d be nice to have him stop trying to call and text me every 5 minutes of every damn day. I sighed as I stared at the screen, noticing Bucky raise an eyebrow at me from the corner of my eye. I showed him the messages that had been exchanged, and he shrugged.

“What should I do, Buck-a-roo?” I asked.

“First, you should stop calling me that. Second, I’d go for it. It’ll get him off your back, and if you don’t want to listen to him, you can just tune him out.” Bucky offered and I nodded.

“Very true,” I nodded, “I’m doing it.”

Fine, but 5 minutes is all you’re getting.

I stood up, shoving my phone in my back pocket before going to slip on my shoes. I didn’t announce my departure, it’s not like I was heading to France or something. Plus, Bucky already knows where I’m going. It’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ll just get scolded by Tony for not telling him where I was going. You know what, I’ll just text him. The last thing I want to do is spend an hour listening to him drone on about the how dangerous it is not telling anyone.

Heading to the park, be back in a few.

I kept my phone in my hand as I walked, expecting Tony to be texting me back soon. Thankfully, the park is right down the street, otherwise I would’ve said no. I’m too lazy to be walking or driving somewhere that’s not close by. I saw Pietro text me again, wondering where I was. He’s always forgetting that he’s literally the only one with super speed. I, a lowly human, must walk at but a snail’s pace to get everywhere.

I texted him, letting him know that I was on my way. I felt my chest tighten a little as I walked down the sidewalk. We haven’t seen one another since what happened, and I had planned on keeping it that way. I just don’t think he can ever grow up, honestly. With everything he did, and how he treated me before, it’s kind of like a slap in the face. Well, if everything goes south, at least I got him off of my back.

I looked both ways before beginning to cross at the crosswalk. My phone rang, and I picked it up once I saw that it was Tony. I looked up, seeing Pietro waiting at the other end. I did a small wave, and he returned it. I started talking to Tony, but everything moved slowly. Well, it moved slow and fast at the same time. Pietro was frozen in shock, the event completely catching him off guard. The headlights of the truck met my eyes, and I was also frozen.

I couldn’t move, and even if I did, the car was too close for me to get out of the way in time. A gasp rushed through my throat, filling my lungs up with pure fear. The hood of the vehicle collided with my abdomen, and I screamed as pain shot through me. I faintly heard Tony yelling onto the phone, but it was knocked out of my grip before I could even get another breath out. I felt one of my legs shatter from the impact.

As my body rolled on top of the hood, I felt my hip bones shatter as well. Due to the speed of the truck, I rolled from the windshield and to the roof. I felt my skin rip under the metal of the vehicle, and the wind get knocked out of me when I was thrown onto the pavement. My body felt like it was on fire, and I knew I had broken more than just my leg and hip. A new pain surged through me as a car drove over me, others screeching to a halt.

I would’ve screamed, but my senses were overridden with pain. Darkness dotted my vision as my ears faintly picked up my name being called. My lids were slowly closing, the pain and the darkness persuading them to shut. I was lifeless, and I couldn’t move anything if I tried. Everything hurt too much, and it was difficult to breath. I felt a hand go on my cheek, registering a voice but not registering what they were saying.

“Please, please stay with me.” A voice said.

Everything went black.

Spending Valentine's Day With:

Side Note: I’m personally not a fan of Valentine’s Day, but I thought it’d still be cute to write for some of the characters.


Stiles Stilinski: Stiles loves to show off his goofy, lovable, dork side everyday, but when it comes to Valentine’s Day that’s when he kicks it up a notch. You come home and find a very detailed map laying on your bed, following all the clues the last one leads you to the lookout where Stiles is standing dressed in an handsome suit, holding your favourite flowers. He arranged a cosy picnic, the view being the entire lit up town of Beacon Hills. When things started to cool down a bit both of you would cuddle in his Jeep with the radio down low and the heat up high.

Angus “Mac” Macgyver: When it comes to romantic gestures Mac is very traditional, often he likes to keep things as a surprise just so he can see your face light up. Valentine’s Day is where Mac pulls out all of the stops, he at times feels guilty that his always away a lot for work so he wants to make sure you know how much he loves, appreciates and adores you. This year, Mac traditionally decorated the house with white/red rose petals, along with well lit candle light dinner, followed by a relaxing bath laced with all your favourite scents. Then you and Mac spend the rest of the evening in the comfort of the queen sized bed.

Klaus Mikaelson: He likes to remind you that his an 1,000 year old vampire who has traveled the world. So every Valentine’s Day Klaus would whisk you away to another romantic place, last year was Pairs, the year before was London. This year Klaus and you landed in Hawaii where he wanted you to get away from the hectic streets of New Orleans and spend time relaxing. Klaus compelled all the finest foods, wines, desserts, anything you desired to be sent up to the hotel, where the two of you would spend most of the day.

Isaac Lahey:

As much as you told Isaac that he didn’t need to spoil you on Valentine’s Day, he disagreed greatly. So with the help from Lydia and permission from Derek, he turned Derek’s loft into a romantic getaway. After he removed the blindfold your eyes were greeted with hundreds of fairy lights and a huge love heart shape made out of rose petals in the middle of the floor. Isaac then gave you a beautiful moon pendant indicating that you will always be his anchor.

Elijah Mikaelson: When it came to showing how dear you were to him, Elijah never disappointed. The morning of Valentine’s Day, he sneaked into your room with a lovely homemade breakfast tray filled with coffee, croissants, orange juice and pancakes. After that, Elijah took you on a romantic stroll around New Orleans and surprised you with your favourite singer serenading the both of you, while Elijah and yourself danced underneath the stars. 

Theo Raeken: Theo’s motto was go big or go home, he never did anything by half and when it came to you he’d never dream of it. Theo had a hard time showing emotion but on Valentine’s Day that didn’t stop him from showing just how much he loves you. The day was spent in bed, messing around in the sheets and only getting up for food or the bathroom. When night fell, Theo and you cooked dinner which only ended up in a food fight, but you didn’t mind one bit.

seatiger2012  asked:

How would the RFA+Unknown react to an MC that is super self-conscious about their appearance? I'm mostly asking for how they would boost MC's confidence. Thanks in advance! ❤️

o   Yoosung

·         If sweet boy ever saw you down I can guarantee he will be all over you for the next couple of hours

·         Yoosung would be following you as you walked around the apartment giving you little compliments

·         “Mc, you smell really nice today!”

·         “Oh Mc, can you help me fold these socks? You do it so well.”

·         “You know Mc you kind of remind me of a bunny, just cute and soft and…”

·         He tries is best…

·         And hey, his silly compliments are sweet!

·         If you went somewhere without him you can be sure to receive cute little encouraging messages every few minutes

·         “Hey babe,, u r cute!! Love u ;*”

·         Yoosung never left you feeling less about yourself for long

o   Zen

·         Hearing that you don’t think as highly of yourself as he does makes Zen sad

·         But he’s creative…

·         And he can think of a few good ways to distract you…

·         He strides into the bathroom coming up behind you staring at yourself in the mirror…

·         Shirtless…

·         Zen whispered into your ear and you immediately began to feel your cheeks flare at his words

·         “Princess, let me show you how beautiful you really are. I want you to feel how much you mean to me…”

·         He led you quickly to the bedroom once you nodded at him shyly

·         You ended the night exhausted and feeling quite a bit precious

·         I mean who wouldn’t after a night with Zen worshipping you??

o   Jaehee

·         Jaehee thinks you’re pretty diddly darn gorgeous.

·         You think you’re not cute???

·         What??? How???

·         Jaehee would set aside her work for the evening and get you both on the couch

·         She’d slip in a favorite movie of yours and grab your favorite snack

·         And then she would just keep you close

·         You began to feel better as she wrapped her arm around you and pulled you closer

·         You both went back and forth whispering sweet things about each other

·         You know that warm fuzzy feeling? Well, you both were filled with it and love.

o   Jumin

·         Jumin was completely baffled when you admitted to him that you were self conscious

·         You were honestly the first(and only) person Jumin was genuinely attracted to

·         Your face, body, and soul were all beautiful to him

·         Nevertheless you would receive a package from him during the day

·         And inside would always be one of the prettiest pieces of clothing you’ve ever seen

·         A note would be attached letting you know at what time to be ready for Jumin to pick you up for a date

·         He would come to the door and knock as if he was your high school boyfriend arriving at your home to pick you up for a date

·         Jumin swears that every time he sees you it leaves him awestruck

·         As you both slip into the car for a wonderful evening he never fails to fill your heart with loving words to reassure you

o   707

·         He always compliments you in the wackiest ways


·         All of your electronics would be ringing constantly

·         Little 707 emojis popping out of nowhere while you are messaging or just going through social media to remind you how wonderful you are

·         You’d walk into your bedroom fully ready to just collapse into bed

·         And Seven would jump out and smother you in hugs and kisses


·         You’d end up in his lap exchanging quick kisses back and forth all night long

Lots of love, L💖

anonymous asked:

I'm legit not coming for you but, you call yourself a feminist, So how could you like someone like Taylor swift? Genuine question tho lol. She is the literal meaning of white "feminist".

Well, I started liking Taylor Swift years ago, when I was 19 or 20. Speak Now had just come out when I was breaking up with this guy who treated me pretty badly and had cheated on me. Her album quite literally “spoke to me” (pardon the pun) and was helping me get over him, when I met this new guy.

He and I started dating. We ended up being together for 4 years. But when Taylor went on tour that year, he bought me two tickets to her show as a Christmas present and went with me. He knew that those songs reminded me of my ex, but he also knew that I had gotten past that time in my life THANKS to that album, and wanted to celebrate that. So we went together, and he sat there and watched me dance the night away, surrounded by teen/tween girls screaming in his ear. And he had fun. Because I had fun. He even bought me a Taylor Swift blanket and surprised me with it at the end of the show. That’s when I knew I had a good guy. 

The next Christmas, he and I got engaged. But he was an alcoholic, and eventually it became too toxic for me and I had to leave him. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. But he wasn’t getting any better and needed a catalyst for change so I left. Right around that time, Taylor’s next album, Red, came out. I also met one of my best friends around that time, who happened to also love Taylor. She was the only other person in my life that I knew who also loved her. She, along with the Red album, are quite possibly the reason I was able to stay strong through the break up of my engagement. This friend literally took me into her mothers house (along with my dog), went on road trips around the country with me, played Red over and over again until the record scratched. This went on for months and months and she never tired. 

Then I moved down to Florida and I met my most recent ex. The person I fell more in love with than anyone I have ever met. Like that overwhelming, can’t think straight, I’m a gonner, you are everything, kind of in love. I remember the song “State of Grace” playing over and over in my car when I first started dating him, so excited that I had found a new path for myself, a new life, a new love, and it was a clean slate after having to break off one of the most important relationships of my life, with one of the best people I had ever known. 

But, of course, that love didn’t last and lucky me, this guy ended up being the worst person I had ever been with. He abused me in every sense of word and after 2 years of dating left me broken in pieces on the floor (quite literally). This was when 1989 was first leaking, and also when I fell into such a pit of despair, I tried to commit suicide. To make matters worse, he kept coming around, slithering his way back into my life, just to crush me again. It was a toxic and never ending downward spiral. It was also around this time (as luck may have it, history repeats itself) I met another of my now best friends, who was also going through a break up, and I shared 1989 with her. Through the fallout of these horrific relationships we had to deal with, we held on to each other, and we held on to 1989- hard. I remember one night driving to the middle of nowhere and putting the song “Clean” on repeat so we could cry our eyes out for what must have been hours. We literally sat in silence, listening to the track, sobbing in One another’s arms. 

Eventually I won that battle and when I was healthy and happy again, my ex fiance came back into my life. We began talking every few days and I discovered he was healthy, sober, happy and doing really well(as was I). We recounted a ton of old memories and so many of them were filled with Taylor Swift songs - the concert, the fact that “Mine” officially became our song after we got engaged, the first time we danced on his porch and it was to “Fearless”. So much of our relationship began and ended with Taylor Swift’s music and I found myself listening to her old tracks, jumping back into those good times with him. 

Then he died. Suddenly. Brutally. Just gone in the blink of an eye. One day he was there, texting me, calling me, planning a trip to come visit and the next day he was just…dead. Do you know how hard it is to face every single person that your ex fiance ever knew, at his own funeral no less, and listen to them tell you that YOU were the true love of his life? That if he was still alive, you two would have ended up together? How no one after you even compared to you and that you were the reason he was able to get his life together and be BETTER? Do you know how that feels? I hope not. Because I can’t even put it into words. 

There are very few things I have left from that relationship. But what I always kept, which is still on my bed to this day is that Taylor Swift Speak Now blanket. And I don’t care how ratty or old or frayed it gets- I will never let go of it, or the songs that went with our time we shared. 

So you see Anon, I am a feminist. I don’t just call myself one, I am one. But I have been through hell and back in both my relationships and my life, and Taylor Swift’s music has always, somehow, had this magical connection to my history. It has brought me joy, it has given me moments I will never forget, it has introduced me to some of my absolute best friends, it has even quite literally saved my life in my darkest of hours. 

So maybe I don’t always agree with what Taylor Swift does or how she acts when it comes to her whole “girl squad” mentality, etc etc. But what connection I have to her transcends socially constructed political jargon and resonates on a deeper and more spiritual level than I can really even accurately put into words. Every SINGLE song she has ever written, could have been written by me, about someone in my life. Every. Single. One. It’s like her high points and low points, new loves and breakups, friendships and self discoveries all seem to both flourish and crash at the same times and in the same ways mine do.  Put on a song of hers, and I’ll tell you a personal story about that song. Her eras are my eras and I do not have that kind of uncanny connection to anyone else’s music. Not with anyone else in the world. 

And those moments, those memories that she has given me? They are worth a lifetime more than the risk of someone calling me a white feminist just because I like her music, or because it means something to me. 10 lifetimes worth, even. 

(and I could have written this out a lot more eloquently but I figured it was long enough to start)

at fifteen you will be so sweet and see no cruel in this awful world until you meet that boy with the bags under his eyes and that car he stole and you’ve always imagined your first boyfriend to be a good boy with a good family but you ended up falling in love with the boy who misses more classes than anything else, who hates his mother and doesn’t even know his father. at fifteen you were a sweetheart so in love with the world you were so optimistic. you met him at your first party you never had a taste of alcohol before he handed to you more shots of vodka than you could ever count but by the time you could remember anything you were in his car giving him a little bit more than just your first kiss. he wasn’t anything you’ve ever imagined, no one you ever thought would be the death of you. that one time became into an everyday, and i guess the more time you spend with someone you start acting like them. it went from skipping classes, failing tests, hating your mother, drinking drinking and more fucking drinking because he told you it would bandage the scars on your wrist and make you feel better. you would come home smelling like his hoodies that he gave you, thats all you would wear now and it was hard to tell if your breath would smell more like cigarettes or beer and your father warned you about him but all you could say is ‘daddy I’m so in love with him.’ you don’t know what love is until they leave you, they fucking leave you and your left crying on the bathroom floor every single night for what seems like just yesterday he left but your mom reminds you its been 6 months and your still hurt from the boy with the bags under his eyes you fucking swear he gets no sleep at night that how is it possible that he woke up one morning deciding he didn’t want you anymore. his bad habits soon became yours. now you are seventeen and you fall inlove with any single boy just so you have a new excuse to blame on why you want to fucking die when you break up but you and your mom know that you still want to die because of that same boy from that party that made you believe that if you drink enough beer it starts to cover up your scars and makes you fall in love but little did he know he was the one bandaging your scars and you were more in love with him than the alcohol or anyone else for that matter. you loved him more than yourself and now you know better. you only wish that at seventeen someone would have warned you that at fifteen you were going to meet someone that would alter your entire world and change the way you view people and live your life. you never love as strong as you do at fifteen when you’ve never been hurt before and you never fall as fucking fast as you do when your first love crashes his fucking car right into you and you feel like you’ve died ten times over, but no he never fucking hit you with his car fuck he never even hit you with a good bye it was just a ‘ill text you when i get home babe’ and you never got that text, i wish i could say your still making your way back home but that was two years ago and I’m almost 18 breaking other boys bones just to show myself that I’m as strong as you are. I’m starting to become a lot like the person who destroyed me, i lie through my teeth and spit out i love you to any boy just to make them fall in love with me but then i crash right into them and flip their whole world upside down when i leave them in tears but little do they know I’ve been counting down the days before i leave them just the way you probably did. for someone who doesn’t sleep anymore i woke up pretty fucking fast from my liquor filled evenings to just wake up and decide i was done with them the same way you were done with me so fast, my head is still spinning from the alcohol and i don't remember how i fucking became this monster but you become the things you love and god knowns i fucking loved you.  I'm hurting others to try and bandage the scars you left me with but i guess i have to learn that unless i heal from you i will always be just like you because you are all I’ve ever known and i can’t stop being like you because its the closest thing ill ever have left of you because you haven’t returned my texts from when i was sixteen kissing any boy pretending it was you.

fifteen through seventeen 


anonymous asked:

hi, can I request a scenario with minghao and his s/o is feeling really down or insecure, overall sad, and he notices and how he would help her? also your writing is so wonderful, I love your scenarios!! ❤

- the weather today is exactly like your mood
- dark and cloudy
- the day started off normally like always and you were completely fine until you had lunch with a couple of friends
- you guys have been friends for ages and your friendship is basically just filled with insults and roasting and it’s completely normal because you’re used to it right
- but one of them went a little too far
- they KNOW about your insecurities, they KNOW that it hurts and yet they STILL joked about it, and it didn’t help that everyone joined in
- you pretended not to mind and just laughed it off but….. when you got back to your apartment….. you’re reminded of what they said and you can’t help but feel so insecure
- you know you’re just being sensitive but when you constantly get made fun of it over and over again….. it really takes a toll on you
- because slowly, you feel like you’re starting to believe them
- after a few minutes of painful silence, you hear the front door open and you know your boyfriend minghao is back from school
- he sees you on the couch and collapses on top of you
- you say “minghao, get off” and he immediately looks up and he knows something’s wrong because you usually laugh or playfully push him off
- when he sees your frown, he sits up properly and asks “…what’s wrong?”
- you say “it’s nothing, really. i’m just being dumb and sensitive, it’ll pass” but he insists you tell him because he really doesn’t like seeing you this way
- you finally give in and tell him everything that happened and everything your friends said and in the end of your explanation, you’re expecting a hug or words of comfort at least
- but minghao just gets up
- and leaves
- that’s it. he leaves. without warning and without even saying bye.
- your look of surprise and confusion slowly fades and you get REALLY ANGRY
- you’re so mad you’re like ok you know what tomorrow i’m changing the lock you can find someplace else to sleep BYE
- after spending some time in the loneliness of your own thoughts and the silence of your home, the front door swings open and minghao’s there holding a plastic bag in each hand
- and he just calmly says “yeah. for you.”
- minghao places the bag on the dinner table and pulls out two takeout boxes from your favorite restaurant, tubs of your favorite flavors of ice cream, dvd’s of your favorite dramas he probably borrowed from seungkwan, and even a cute sweater
- you slowly walk over to your boyfriend and you just stare at all the things he brought
- you say “….what’s all this?”
- minghao laughs and says “THIS….. will all help you feel better” he then holds the sweater out to you and says “ah and this is the sweater you wanted the other day right?? i had to backflip my way to the stand to beat this girl who wanted the sweater too lol”
- you don’t say anything the entire time he sets up the drama and gives you the food and he’s the only one laughing during the drama while you just stay quiet
- he eventually notices that you’re not fangirling during the cute scenes like you always do and that’s when he pauses it and asks “are you… okay?”
- you turn to look at him
- and tears roll down your cheeks
- and then he starts saying a bunch of things in chinese and he’s tripping all over himself and seeing him this way
- you LAUGH
- you’re laughing uncontrollably and minghao just looks at you in confusion
- when you calm down, you say “minghao, i was crying of happiness” and he just goes like “….oh”
- and when he sits back down, you cup his cheeks and kiss him on the forehead and he just melts
- you smile and say “thank you” and he pulls you close and hugs you tightly
- now whenever you come home after a bad day
- he knows exactly how to make you smile again

thank you for your request!! ^^

Your Shawn Mendes song (Harry Potter Preferences)
  • This gave me an excuse to listen to Shawn Mendes, so I'm pretty happy.I haven't edited this yet, so forgive me for any mistakes.
  • Draco:
  • Treat You Better;You were already in a relationship when Draco had entered your life. He was instantly smitten with you,but you resisted. Your boyfriend was abusive and got jealous very easily. You didn't want to even think about what would happen if he found about Draco. Not that there was anything to find out. Draco was relentless in trying to convince you to be with him. "I know that I could treat you better than he can" he said. You knew that you definitely had feelings for the Slytherin, but you just didn't want him to get hurt.
  • Harry:
  • Stitches;Your's and Harry's relationship was toxic. He was too caught up in being a hero and you were clinging on to something that you new was hopeless. It took months before you two finally broke things off. It was disastrous and horrible, every pent up feeling that been kept secret, was suddenly let out. You were foolish to think that it could've been better.He was foolish to think that you actually loved each other. The heartbreak was a pain that you would both carry your entire lives.
  • Hermione:
  • Imagination;You had admired Hermione from afar, watching as her ginormous hair was lifted by the breeze that flown though that day. The way her eyes brightened with such light, that it could never be extinguished whenever she read a book. Her intelligence ensnared you, reeling you in as your mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of her. You had wanted to tell her you dreamt of the two of you being together, that you loved her, but what if she rejected. Maybe,maybe this was all better left in your imagination.
  • Ron:
  • I Know What You Did Last Summer;You don't know how it started. One minute, you were madly in love.The next, you were letting someone else's hands run along your body.You slept with them, repeatedly, always thinking of Ron but never doing anything about it. Ron has suspicions, you know that, but you could never tell him. It was killing you, eating away at your soul bit by bit,patiently waiting for you to break. You and Ron struggled to keep the relationship together, in spite of all that happened, you two had been through everything together. You just didn't know how much longer you could last.
  • Luna:
  • Life of the Party;You and Luna had always strived to be happy no matter what the world threw at you. You both knew that life was short, especially for people like you. There wasn't time for apologies, nor was there time for not making mistakes. You only had one life, and you weren't going to waste it. When you're with Luna, it's like the entire world fades from existence, leaving only you two. It had never mattered what was happening or who you were with, as long as you had Luna, everything was going to be okay.
  • Neville:
  • Never Be Alone;You were a muggle, which meant that Neville was away often. He would visit you as often as he could, if he had only a minute, he would choose to spend it with you. The night before he left was always the hardest, you clung to each other, holding on so tight, you might snap in half. You never got much sleep, you spent as much time with Neville as you could.The moment that he left he would tell you the same thing.He would tell you that no matter what happened, if you ever felt alone, all you had to do was look up at the night sky and find a star. Every time, you looked at that star, you'd be reminded that Neville saw the very same stars.
  • Fred:
  • Something Big;Your lives were a series of twists and turns. Events that were so unpredictable, you could never fully plan them. Fred had this feeling in his gut that something was going to happen,something big.That feeling was confirmed as soon as he met you. You were very shy and conservative,having a plan for your life since you were young. When you met Fred, it's like you burst out of your shell.He showed you how much fun it could be if you lived life with uncertainty.He showed you how it was okay to let go once and awhile. He never stopped having that attitude,and it inspired you.He changed your life,and so many others, who were all grateful for what he (and George) had taught them.
  • George:
  • Aftertaste;You were happy once.You were in a wonderful relationship with the boy you loved.Which is why he'll never understand why you left him that particular Friday morning. You had just spent your first night together,not regretting a single moment,or so he thought. He woke up around nine am,his arm searching the spot where you were supposed to be.When he had found nothing,he had shot up from the bed, frantically looking around the room but finding nothing. He collapsed on the floor once he realized what had happened, you had left.He thought that you loved him, but apparently he was wrong. He hoped that you felt guilty about your actions, that he was all you would think about for the rest of your life. You deserved to know his pain,you deserved to be left,with the aftertaste.
  • James:
  • Mercy;You were stuck, floating in an abyss that you weren't sure could ever be filled.James had entranced you from the moment you met, making your knees violently tremble whenever you were around him.You loved him, and he loved you, but he kept things from you.He didn't tell you the reason he was gone for the entire night once a month.He didn't explain the deer and other various animal hair you had found. As soon as it looked like he might open up to you, he completely shut you out.You knew that he didn't mean to hurt you, but he kept tearing you apart. You silently begged him to release you from his hold.He was the love of your life,but he needed to either open up,or let you go.
  • Sirius:
  • Show You;Everyone thought that You and Sirius would never last.A day at most,some said.A week,said others.You two were determined to show them that they were wrong.You were determined to show them that you would last, because you loved each other, and that should be all that matters.If you had to walk a hundred miles only on your hands to prove it, you would. Deep down, you felt that it shouldn't have to be proven, they should trust in your relationship. You and Sirius soon abandoned the foolish crusade,and spent the rest of your lives focusing on making only each other happy.
  • Remus:
  • A Little Too Much;Sometimes,life can be a bitch. Sometimes, you get knocked down and you don't want to get back up again. Whenever, things like that happen to either You or Remus, you have to tell yourselves that it'll get better,somehow it always does.Your always there to help the other out and to be there for them. You've helped Remus with his self hate towards being a werewolf,and he's helped you with your breakdowns over school.Without each other,you confident that you'll either die,or have a severely broken heart.
  • Lily:
  • Kid in Love;You and Lily had met during your first year.From the moment your eyes locked, you knew,even though you were kids,it was love.You asked her out during fourth year, and her saying yes had you even more convinced.You two ended up dating for the duration of your Hogwarts years and long after that.You were growing up,and you hated it.The older you got, the less time you got with Lily.Even after all these years,she still made you feel like a kid in love.So as long as the two of you were kids in love, you never really grew up.
  • Regulus:
  • I don't even know Your Name;He was lost,searching the crowd for an exit somewhere.He had no reason to stay,so he wasn't going to.Then,there you were.Your vibrant red dress was form fitting on your body,showing off every curve and edge.The strobe lights bounced off your irises, making them appear brighter and full of color. Regulus started to make his way to you, only for you to disappear in the crowd.He had searched all night for you,but with no luck.It still kills him to this very day,because he tends to dwell on what might've been, if he had found you.How could he,he didn't even know your name.
  • Severus:
  • The Weight;He was cheating on you with Lily,simple as that.He's tried to tell you that he's happier with her,yet he still wants you to stay.He's told you that he's needed time, yet he pushes you away.He's even tried to take you back dozens of times.It's like a game that goes back and forth messing with your mind,and you hate it.You can't take the pain that it's causing you, so you decided to leave Hogwarts, forever.He wasn't worth sticking around for in a place you never wanted to be in.
  • NEXT GENERATION (maybe for now)
  • James Sirius:
  • Running Low;Your relationship was doomed from the start.He had thought that he was brave enough to handle it,but he wasn't.His energy was slowly draining away,he couldn't do the things someone else could do for you.You only wanted him,but it was like he didn't care about you at all.He thought that it wasn't worth it if you could easily find love with someone else.He never meant to hurt you, but he did.He realized too late that you were the only one for him.You could never go back to him.
  • Albus:
  • Bring it Back;You broke his heart,told him that you never loved him and left, taking the pieces of his shattered heart with you.You two tried to get back together despite everything, but it would've been much worse.One day, at a party, he saw you.You were sulking in the corner staring at him intensely.You walked towards him, but he only went to find Scorpius,leaving you to look at him in bewilderment.You thought you had another shot with him, and that he would immediately take you back.He knew that it would be dangerous if it was brought back.
  • Scorpius:
  • One of Those Nights;You were young and you were in love.That was all either of you ever really needed.You ventured out in the middle of the night to swim in the black lake or to just wander the halls.Time is slipping away from us, so what can we do but live during that time as fully as we can.You didn't know what the future held for you and Scorpius, you only had hope that it would be something good.You two would take random road trips and go wherever the wind happened to blow that day. You would dance under the light of the stars,letting them watch as you glided along the ground, creating your mark on the earth.
  • Rose:
  • Air;It wasn't supposed to end like this. You were supposed to live life together, not strain to even ask how the day went.You loved each other, there was no doubt about that, but you were trying too hard.A relationship takes a lot work, but not that much.It isn't even worth a second if neither one of you is willing to put in any effort. You're stringing each other along,and it has to stop. You were supposed to just take things slow, but things sped up way too quickly. It was getting too much for both of you.You just didn't want to Admit it to Rose.She was putting more effort into it than you were,she just had more hope.

anonymous asked:

I'm struggling to believe even though I really want to. I think God exists and the Bible is true and reliable, but I'm still not convinced deep down. It's like I believe in my head, but not my heart. I've prayed for God to help me believe, but nothing's changed. I keep reading the Bible hoping one day it'll "click", but I've been around Christianity all my life and it hasn't happened yet. I feel like giving up. Do you have advice on getting from believing God exists to having real faith in God?

Someone once told me, “Just as courage is bravery despite fear, so faith is belief despite doubts. Each, by definition, is not the total absence of fear or doubt, but true courage or faith is found in choosing to act inspite of the afore mentioned.”

It sounds like you believe the Bible is true on an intellectual level, and that is great because God has indeed proven time and time again that His Word can be trusted. Sometimes it’s harder to make that feel real and personal, but here is the thing: God isn’t a feeling. God isn’t any less real or powerful or loving just because we don’t feel God. Our feelings change, but God doesn’t. That’s why Jeremiah 17:9 tells us that our hearts will lead us astray, “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked; who can know it?” Meanwhile, Numbers 23:19 reminds us that God is dependable and true, “God is not human, that he should lie, not a human being, that he should change his mind. Does he speak and then not act? Does he promise and not fulfill?” God fulfills His every word, and the doubts that we form, the lies that the devil devises, they are what is not to be believed because God’s steadfastness endures.

So while we may not always feel God’s presence, faith comes in choosing to put our trust in God instead of our own emotions. A God who has never failed you, and never will. A God who is greater than any doubts you face and promises that He has given you all that you need to be able to have that assurance that He is worthy of your faith.

What if you never feel God the way you think you should? The Bible is FILLED with stories of people who thought God should act or be a certain way, but the truth was something altogether different. The Jews were waiting for a warrior to vanquish Roman rule, instead they got a Nazarene on a donkey. God often prompts us to trust Him when we don’t fully understand because that is exactly how we grow closer to Him. Even if it never “clicks” in the way you think it should, God still is.

Faith is belief despite doubt, so take action. Believing is a choice, so make it. Keep crying out to God and tell Him you need Him to give you faith, He hears you. He has already heard you. Read your Bible, diligently, and pursue Him. God gave you the Bible specifically so you could know Him, He is never far from you. You say nothing’s changed, and darling, I know exactly how that feels, but that is when you must choose God instead of your feelings and hold tight to the promises He has given you.

“And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart.” Jeremiah 29:13

With You By My Side - Four

A/N: I have said this before and I’ll say it again. This series is gonna be 90% angst. By now you all know that the Reader is sick with terminal cancer, so it shouldnt come as a surprise that its gonna be a bumpy ride. I will try and warn appropriately in each chapter, but if I do miss something, please let me know. Also, thank you for all of your feedback, keeps me motivated and inspired. An last but not least, thank you to my beautiful beta @thorne93, you are a life saver.

Characters: Jensen, Reader. 

Warnings: Sick reader, some angst,  some fluff, probably some language.

Wordcount: 1453

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Originally posted by zest-wincest

Once Jensen parked his car in your driveway you all but jumped out and walked inside the house as fast as your body would allow. Jensen watched you disappear through your door from the car, taking a deep breath to collect himself before he followed with the small bag you had brought with you to and from the hospital. He couldn’t imagine the things that were going through your mind at this point, all he knew was that he needed to be here for you.

You threw yourself down on your bed and let a few quiet tears fall from your eyes. There were so many things that ran through your mind, removing the stitches, starting chemo, getting sicker, dying. You were scared, of course you were, but you knew that Jensen was going to be there with you every step of the way, you knew that nothing in this world could keep him away because that was the kind of man he was, and that was only one of the many reasons you loved him. Guilt clenched at you as you realized he was downstairs alone, probably confused as to why you gave him the cold shoulder, probably struggling with this as much, if not more, as you were. at least you had him to lean on, but who did he have? You had told him not to tell anyone what was going on, but you realized now that he would need someone to help him through this as well.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you finally emerged from your room and joined him downstairs, finding him by the kitchen table with a coffee in his hands.

“Hey,” you tried quietly.

“Hey,” he responded with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Please. The stuff they serve at the hospital doesn’t really qualify as coffee,” you joked as you sat down across from him. There was a few moments of silence as he got a mug ready and placed it in front of you before taking a seat himself. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” he assured with a slight nod.

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shady-swan-jones  asked:

drabble prompts: i thought it would be fun if you did a combination of 57 and 62. <3

I’m sorry for taking so long with this Sophie, thanks for being so patient with me, I hope you like this <3

57. “Will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you!” + 62. “That came out wrong.”

Killian can barely feel his limbs by the time the chase is over and the criminals have been apprehended and brought in. He puts all his weight on his right leg, wary of his left that was injured in a tackle last week appears to be throbbing now.

He slumps down in his chair. It rolls a little backwards under his pressure and he can’t be bothered to drag it back to its original place. Not right now anyway; he’ll give himself a few minutes to collect himself and then proceed with the paperwork.

It’s late enough that it’s just him at his desk, their drug bust stretching out for longer than either him or Emma had expected. But he has nowhere to be, so he might as well get a head start on the documentation.

He hears footsteps and despite being turned away, he knows it’s her. He could recognise the heavy tread of her boots anywhere. It was only a matter of time before she sought him out to chew his ear off. He’s been preparing himself for this for hours.

“Jones, what the hell was that?”

He tilts his head to the side to regard her, a vision with her expression fierce and her hands on her hips. She’s tied her hair up and slid out of her signature red leather jacket. She looks like a marvel, and he laments for every instance she’s shot his teasing flirtatious down, every invitation for a celebratory drink she’s declined, and every smile she’s given him that’s disappeared before it’s even fully formed. Killian sighs and launches into his explanation, “I know, Swan, I didn’t follow the plan. But quite frankly I believe I was in the right. I saw an opening and I took it.”


“And I know we talked about this and drew up a clear method to infiltrate them, and I know it was a risky move to bust in the way I did with the state my leg is in. It was not the brightest idea, I agree.”


“But had I insisted on following through with our initial plan of attack, there is no doubt that one of the men would have found us out and have had us by our necks in an instant. Not to mention–”

“Damnit Killian, will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you!”

Killian’s mouth hangs halfway open, his words cut off instantly. His brain doesn’t make the connection to close it, not until Emma sighs and runs a hand over her face.

“Go on, then,” he mumbles after a moment. He sure as hell was not expecting her to sing his praises after he did what she specifically told him not to do.

“You are such an idiot,” she huffs out, and Killian makes a noise of resignation in the back of his throat. Emma squeezes her eyes shut and tilts her head heavenward. Under her breath, he hears her say, “That came out wrong.”

He sits up straighter when she opens her eyes and moves to lean on his desk, right in front of him.

“What I mean is,” she pauses, chews on her bottom lip, and then finally says, “thank you. If you hadn’t did what you did, that guy would’ve shot me. And then you. And then this whole thing would’ve been over.”

Killian furrows his brows, not sure how to take her sincerity despite it making his heart thud harder and chest feel warmer. “I was only looking to protect you,” he says, his hand automatically going to scratch behind his ear in a nervous tic he despises.

“I know.” She nods and looks at her crossed arms. “But it was still a stupid move, your leg is jacked up and now you’ve probably made it worse.”

“Ah, and the true Swan returns,” he teases at her ability to throw insults at him in quick succession.

“Someone’s gotta keep you in check.”

“I thank the heavens every day that you’ve taken it upon yourself to do that job,” he smirks.

Emma rolls her eyes and stands up. “You should really get home, you’ve had a long day. And you should rest your leg.” She’s still giving him orders but the earnestness in her eyes betrays her.

“As much as I appreciate the concern, love, I think I’ll stick around for a little while.”

She hesitates for a second before giving him a stiff nod, and disappearing into the kitchen, no doubt to grab her things and be on her way. He knows how she works, her flight instinct a blazing alarm in her mind. There’s something about her walls that remind him so much of his own, something about her pain that makes him want to erase it.

He’s still musing on his infatuation with his partner when she comes back into his line of vision. She carefully places two mugs of coffee on his desk and slings off her messenger bag before heaving out a stack of papers.

She’s rolled over a chair and seated herself on the opposite end of the desk before Killian catches on to what’s happening.

“Forgive me if I sound rude, but what are you doing?”

“I figured you could use some company.” She doesn’t meet his eyes, instead opting to unnecessarily sift through her papers. “Besides, I thought we could have a celebratory drink.”

Killian’s eyes move from her to the mugs, and before he knows it, he’s opening his drawer and uncorking his flask of rum. He raises his eyebrows in question and she nods.

“You keep alcohol in your desk?” Emma asks, a smirk forming on her lips.

“You don’t?” he shoots back.

She hums, but doesn’t say anything else. She lifts up her mug in a toast when he’s done and he follows suit. “To getting the job done.”

“To us,” he amends, “we do make quite the team.”

Emma smiles. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

(And when she kisses him after a few hours of conversation and laughter, tasting of caffeine and rum, there’s no doubting how good of a team they do make.)

carr-crashh-heartss  asked:

Super cool of you to offer the drabbles! I'm thinking either 'I thought I lost you', or the first time they said I love you. Either is good, I'm easy! :)

Here’s “I thought I lost you”!! My heart starting hurting when I read that, so hopefully I was able to put that into the fic well :) Thank you so much for following and for sending in this prompt!

I’m sorry to everyone because I’m getting slightly behind on these prompts, but I should have time to crank another another couple in the next 24 hours… So if you’re still waiting for yours, know that it’s coming ASAP!

Thank you for 2.5k followers! Send in a prompt so I can say thank you :)


Three weeks. Three weeks had passed since Cassian checked in. Even Draven was starting to lose hope of hearing from him again.  

His assignment shouldn’t have taken more than a few days. Cassian’s last words to her – whispered into her hairline in the early morning dark of their room – echoed through Jyn’s mind on loop. “Just reconnaissance. It’s unlikely I’ll meet any Imperials. No need to worry.”

“No need to worry.”

“No need to worry.”

“No need to worry.”

It’s a useless phrase, Jyn growled to herself. She and Cassian rarely bothered lying to each other; they didn’t need K-2’s strategic analysis to tell them of the significant chance each meeting would be their last. Why had he bothered to reassure her this time? Why had he bothered to lie? His body could be rotting on a planet she didn’t have the clearance to know, and his last words to her would be instructions she could never follow.

Her frustration – frustration at Cassian’s prolonged absence, at the helpless feeling eating away at her gut – had led her to the shooting range on base. Firing blaster bolts into sand filled dummies, emptying power pack after power pack traditionally calmed Jyn’s nerves, focused her mind away from whatever bothered her.

Today, no such luck.

Her mind morphed the dummy – tan and lifeless – into the back of Cassian’s normal fatigues; the scorches from her blaster bolts suddenly looked much more lethal; the complacent way it fell backwards looked like a body (Cassian’s body) falling. With pained cry, Jyn dropped her weapon, her hand desperately rubbing her eyes, but the image of Cassian falling from a Stormtrooper’s shot was burned into her mind, never to be scrubbed away.

Not that the image was new; it was merely resurrected.

The door to the firing range opened suddenly, pounding against the wall with an echoing bang. Jyn bared her teeth as she turned, ready to dig her claws into whatever rebel wanted his or her turn at the range.

Bodhi Rook received the look and he backed away from her on instinct, hands raised. “Jyn,” he said, his rushed words tripping over each other, “I was just in the control tower. It’s him – Cassian’s back.”

Jyn was on her feet in an instant, rushing for the door. Bodhi jumped back another step, as if Jyn was rushing at him rather than past him; she paused for a second, clasping the pilot on the shoulder, giving him a quick, “Thank you,” as she passed. She would actually thank him – for being in the control tower, for hearing the message, for coming to get her – later. After she’d seen Cassian.

Any and every thing in the corridors – droids, generals, spare X-Wing parts – was an obstacle in Jyn’s path, and she shoved past every one of them. Other would be coming to see Captain Andor – General Draven would want a debrief, medical would be coming to inspect for injuries, flight crews would come to check out his U-Wing – so Jyn needed to move quickly if she wanted a second alone with Cassian. The man who’d promised to come back. The man who almost hadn’t.

Jyn watched, without patience, as flight crews ushered the familiar U-Wing back into the hanger. She knew, logically, the steps Cassian needed to take in order to land the ship and that they would take several minutes.

But it had been three weeks, and Jyn wanted him off that ship now.

Several agonizing minutes later, the ramp of the ship lowered and Cassian, his face sporting new purple bruises and his arm in a sling but alive, appeared. His eyes swept across the hanger, scanning from left to right in quick succession, and as Jyn stepped closer, they stopped on her. Cassian’s desperation bled through the stare he fixed on her, the hungry way his eyes devoured her presence; Jyn’s desperation shot her legs forward, crossing the hanger and running straight to him. Her arms locked around his neck and his good arm around her waist. His grip on her shirt and his face in her neck reminded her of the beaches of Scarif – No, she firmly commanded herself, do not go there.

“I thought I lost you,” she whispered into his collar.

Cassian pulled back from the embrace to grab the side of her face, to gaze so deeply into her eyes Jyn was sure he could see into her soul. He didn’t respond, but his eyes spoke volumes. He wouldn’t make her another promise – “No need to worry” or “I’ll always come back” – that he couldn’t keep. But he’d treasure this moment, just like she would, allowing the glory of the returns to overcome the fear of the departures.