forever yours


8 years ago i started watching this little show called the vampire diaries. Back then i was just starting high school and now i am 3th year in university. Now i have to say goodbye to some of my favorite characters. I grew up with this show and it’s going to be so strange not watching it anymore. Well thank you and goodbye TVD.

Forever Yours [1/4]

so i promised myself i’d be working on my cs big bang, but this sort of happened. i promise there’s gonna be more to come. already have it planned out, and it will be 4 chapters long, and should be out before the ouat premiere of 6b.

based on recent ouat spoilers, if you know what i mean.

ff. ao3.

Henry is the first person he speaks to about it, funnily enough, and it’s almost by accident when the lad brings it up himself.

It was after Regina had disappeared, after Emma, and he wished he was the one that had gone after, more than anything, but the queen didn’t give anyone much say in anything. She claimed that she could be the one to bring her back. Honestly, he just thinks that she wants to disappear for a while. And more than anything, he just wants Emma back. He wants to know that she’s okay, that she’s happy and safe.

He just wants her.

So, he takes to making sure Henry’s okay, even if the boy’s eyes seem to dull slightly every morning he realises his mother (or mothers, he supposed) were away. He makes sure the lad goes to school, despite Henry’s complaints.

“But, Killian-”

“No buts, lad. Do you think your mother would let you have the day off school?”

Henry’s lips press together as Killian’s head tips to the side, clearly not answering.

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The biggest tragedy in life is when people believe that everyone expresses their love in the same ways, but that just isn’t true. Love can be expressed through words, physical interactions, a simple smile- through anything really. Do not go through life believing that just because somebody doesn’t explicitly tell you “I love you” that they don’t feel that way, because, chances are, they probably do.
—  Something I wish I learned earlier in life.
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be.
Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that.
Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched.
Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs.
Kiss her until she moans.
Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist.
Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen.
Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time.
Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste.
Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent.
Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

I love you. You are worth all the pain in the world. You are worth him/her loving you. You are perfect in your own way. With your glowing eyes, your messy hair and your beautiful smile. You don’t see it, but I do. It’s a shame that you can’t see your beautiful self. Don’t hate yourself, you are so much more than you think. Even when you can’t see a way out, there is always one. I’m sure that your TC sees it, they can’t ignore your beauty. You’re too precious. They can’t tell you, but maybe they show you. I’m sure twenty years from now you will be happy. You will have a family, a wonderful husband or wife (who knows maybe your TC?). Maybe even children. Don’t give up, I really love you. Please believe me. I know that I don’t know you at all but I love you. You are worth it. You will be happy. You are loved. Your TC cares about you. You are so much more than only a human. You have a soul. You feel. You are you. And that’s enough for the moment.

(sorry for my bad english)