Aries: I’M GOING TO PUNCH A WALL!!!!!! WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO BE OUT TO GET ME???? CAN’T I LIVE??? I’M SO UPSET AND WHY DOES NO ONE CARE??? MY EMOTIONS ARE THE #1 PRIORITY RN!!!! *blames someone else for their problems* (5 minutes later is over it)
Taurus: why life wHY?????? I didn’t want to mOVE today let alone CRY *crawls into a hole full of blankets and sobs into a bag of chips*
Gemini: oh lol whatever idk why my eyes are wet but I’m just gonna ignore this and hope it’ll go away tomorrow
Cancer: I just love to fEeEeEeL things :(((((( I’m going to cry and think about the reasons why I’m crying and maybe look at old pictures and write a poem and cry more *eats an entire carton of ice cream*
Leo: I can’t cRy in fRonT of PEOPLE!!! I have too much pRiDe!!!!! *throws head back and struts their stuff* (10 minutes later they have a dramatic emotional show just for the benefit of everyone else)
Virgo: am I actually feeling this or am I just projecting my feelings into this moment so that I can get them out? what do these feelings mean? what does the fact that I’m questioning my feelings mean? is that another feeling? is life even real? I hate myself I’m so INCOMPETENT *hysterical crying*
Libra: nOOOOO this means cONFLICT!!!!!! I can’t have this in my life!!!!!! maybe if I hold this in nothing will happen. I definitely won’t bother anyone else about it because that would be tOO MUCH FOR ME I can’t put burden on others
Scorpio: *has straight face* this is just another case of the darkness inside my soul
Sagittarius: haha WHATEVER!!!!!! gonna go run away from this bc who needs this kind of drama in life?!?!?! not me!!!!!!!! I’m fiiiiiine those aren’t tears it’s just a piece of dust in my eye
Capricorn: I need…to pull…myself…together….must…look…like…everything…is…normal… *has mental breakdown alone*
Aquarius: emotions???? I don’t have emotions lol what are those??? I’m aBOVE that so I’m just going to focus on the fact that society is so corrupted or something!!! there are way more important issues that MY feelings
Pisces: I…just CAN’T deal with life anymore…I need to eScApE I’m drowning in my own tEARS *sobs*
Summary: The reader makes an effort to hang out with her father (Dean) by buying a pair of his favorites band tickets but it turns out Dean would rather go with the readers older brother (Jr.) rather than her.
Growing up in a house full with boys wasn’t always easy yet I wouldn’t change it for the world, but being the only girl did mean that I was left out in some activities that “only guys would understand”.
I wouldn’t have minded it much if only it didn’t have a big impact on the amount of time I spent with my father, Dean.
Right now was one of those times where I wish that something would change in mine and my fathers relationship.
I’ve been saving up money to pay for tickets for my dads favorite band that were coming into town and I had to cancel plans with my best friend, which she wasn’t happy about, but I’ve been waiting to spend time with my dad which I haven’t done since you were young.
“Hey Sammy!” I say walking into the kitchen with a hop in my step.
“Someone’s happy this morning,” Sam replies, mirroring the bright smile on my face.
“Oh nothing, I just bought two front seat tickets to Dads favorite band!” I squeal, jumping in happiness.
“Really? That’s amazing. Wait, I thought you hated Deans taste in music."
"Oh I do. It’s just that Dad and I haven’t hung out in a while because he’s always hanging out with you or Jr. and I thought maybe this will, I don’t know, be a memory we’ll be able to make together,” I finish off with a small smile, looking at the ground.
“He’ll love it (Y/N),” Sam says, also giving me a small smile back.
After mine and Sam talk, I found out that Dean and your brother were actually out and won’t be back until later that evening.
The minute that they walk through the door, I, as usual, gave both my brother and Dad a hug. Backing up, I look at my dad, not being able to hold in my excitement any longer.
“Guess what Dad! I was able to score two front row tickets to you’re favorite band! I thought maybe both of us can go. It starts at 8."
"Wow (Y/N) that amazing.” He says, bringing me into another hug. Sam walks into the living room seeing me and Dean hugging and he smiles.
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go get the tickets from my room.” Running up the stairs I burst into my room and quickly grab them from my desk and turned to run back to the living room.
“Maybe you should come with me Jr., (Y/N) won’t even like the concert,” I heard my Dad say.
I slowed down and quietly inch my way towards the living room entrance.
“I don’t know Dad. You saw the look on her face, she’s really excited.” I smile softly, hearing Jr. try to decline. Him and I have always been close and he always protected me from anything that even looked a little dangerous.
He’s my big brother.
“I know but I just don’t think that me and your sister will have a good time if it were the both of us and besides you love this band,” Dean pleads.
And that’s when I knew that I would never have the type of relationship that I wanted with my Dad. That it’ll never be like his and Jrs.
I wipe away the tears that spilled onto my cheeks and fan my eyes and plaster a fake smile onto my face.
“Dean, you need to go with (Y/N) she’s been feeling li-” I cut off Sam as I walk back into the living room, with a smile on my face.
“Hey Dad, I completely forgot that I was suppose to hang out with Diana tonight and you know how she gets when I cancel plans on her. I’m sorry but I can’t go, maybe you can take Jr. with you,” I force every word out my mouth, my heart breaking more and more as I talk.
“Oh, that’s okay Sweetheart we can do something tomorrow, just you and me. How does that sound?” I force another smile, nodding my head ‘yes’ but I knew he’d forget and end up hanging out with Jr. or Sam. Just like he did every time.
“Yeah. Anyway, here you go,” I say, holding out the tickets for him to take. I stare at the tickets and let go of the tight grip I had on it when my Dads hands come in vision and takes the tickets.
“I’m gonna head upstairs and take a little nap before I go out.” I say, turning around and ignoring the confused look Sam gave me and the excitement on my Dads face as he looks at the tickets.
“Wow, front row. You know-” I shut and slide down my room door and drown out my Dads voice. I shut me eyes and silently let the tears that I’ve been trying so hard to not let go finally out.
After a while I pick myself up and drop myself onto my bed. I pick up the phone and click on Diana’s contact number and wait for her to answer her phone.
“Um, hey Diana, sorry I cancelled on you earlier, yeah, no everything’s okay. I was just wondering if you’re still on for tonight? Oh, you can’t. No, that’s okay, you don’t have to cancel on your dad, you should hang out with him. Yeah, okay. Bye.” I hang up, throwing my phone next to me and lay down on my bed.
“So much for having plans tonight.” I whisper to myself, hugging my pillow to my chest.
Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?
Word Count: 2k+ (the lowest count itll ever be tbfh)
A/N: sorry that this part is shorter than the others !! i wanted it to be juicy but not too revealing aha. i hope you guys enjoy this one and please get this to 100 notes. i think this part will make ya stir xx
“I can’t believe we got a schuite here!” Calum slurred as you trotted to your suite. Calum had his arm draped over your shoulder, weighing you down a bit in his drunken state. After his lustful performance with you, he did a few more solo-stage performances until he concluded he was tired. So here you were, struggling to keep you and your boyfriend up until you made it into the room.
Eraser: The produced version is fucking amazing and I actually like it better than the live version he posted a few days ago. And that’s weird cause I usually like is raps better live. But fucking hell the produced album track is BRILLIANT
Castle on the Hill: This one has been out for a while and I just enjoy it all around. I love the story behind it and I love the music arrangement for it. And his acoustic performances have been amazing. This is gonna be a popular one at concerts. And let’s not get me started on the falsetto in his voice.
Dive: Holy fucking hell. This is like the sexier more mature version of Thinking Out Loud. Jesus Christ. It has a very Slow Dancing In a Burning Room vibe. And his voice… fuck me up his voice. I started laughing/crying in the chorus because what the fuck?! Oh and HOLY FUCK THE GUITAR SOLO IN THE MIDDLE OF IT. IT’S TOTALLY JOHN MAYER SHREDDING AND I’M FUCKING DEAD. Also… this song is going to sound incredible on vinyl.
Shape of You: This one has also been out for a while. But none the less, I love, love, LOVE this one. Such a tune. Great beat. Love how he’s talking about a beautiful woman is without being degrading and using vulgar language. I really don’t know how else I can describe this song other than I love everything about it.
Perfect: Welp… Ed was right. He said this was better than Thinking Out Loud and I have to agree. Don’t get me wrong, TOL is one of my favorite songs of his. But this one… this one is just… it’s literally Perfect - pun intended. It’s so sweet and heartfelt. And you can feel the love in every word and in his voice. I’m crying.
Galway Girl: I love everything about this. This is such a feel good song. I love the Irish feel and influences. I’m cheesin so hard right now. Talking about meeting on Grafton street makes me miss walking down Grafton Street and watching all the street performers and talking to complete strangers about anything and everything. This is gonna sound bad ass live.
Happier: I’m sorry… did he growl in the beginning of this? Because I’m asdl;kfjasd;lfj. Also his falsetto in this is unreal. And the emotion. I’m crying again. Jesus Christ this album has me all up in my feels right now.
New Man: I feel like this is classic Ed Sheeran in terms of style. I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s just to me… classic Ed. Kinda reminds me of a slower version of You Need Me in a way.
Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: “She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home” Fuck me up with that line. Bye. I can’t even. This has shades of Tenerife Sea in it in terms of the guitar and I love it. This is such a sweet, loving, and tender song. If this makes the tour set list, I’m very likely to cry hearing it live. Just like I did when I heard Tenerife Sea
What Do I Know?: If he’s actually harmonizing with himself in this track and I’m gonna launch myself into the sun. Jesus Christ. I mean… I know he can I’ve seen him do it live with his loop station, but this is just on a whole new level. Love the guitar in this track too.
How Would You Feel (Paean): Okay well… this one basically punched me in the feels the first time I heard it/saw the video he released. And that hasn’t changed. This is just a sweet, caring, loving song and it makes me happy. It also makes me cry. Maybe one day I’ll find this kind of love. Oh, and I love how simplistic this is musically. Just the guitar and the piano.
Supermarket Flowers: Oh my god. I’m ugly sobbing. This is so beautifully written and composed. And brilliantly performed. This song hits so close to home right now that I can’t say anything more right now. If he performs this on tour we’re all gonna be drowning in an ocean of our own tears. This track on vinyl is going to fucking slay me.
Barcelona: This track makes me want to choreograph some kind of ballroom dance to it. Damn shame I don’t know how to do any style of ballroom dance much less choreograph it. But damn if this track doesn’t make you want to get up and dance. Although I’d much rather be dancing to this track down the streets of Spain. His voice is unreal in this track as well. Wow.
Bibia Be Ye Ye: I feel like I should be on vacation in some tropical island paradise. Or like I should be going on a road trip with my best friend or the boyfriend I don’t have and we’re documenting everything on film and camera. This just sounds like an adventure song and now I want to travel dammit.
Nancy Mulligan: I love this song so fucking much. It’s so cute and it’s gonna be awesome live. I love the how the Irish influences have come back for this track. But it also has a Spanish flare to it and I love it. It just meshes so well all around. How can you not get up and dance to this song? If this song doesn’t make you smile then I don’t know what to tell you.
Save Myself: First of all… this track deserves to be more than a bonus track. Second of all, this song is the equivalent of the tear jerker ballad in the second act of a musical. You know.. the ballad where the main character(s) have some big revelation about themselves and/or their relationship. It actually reminds me of two moments in Once. The first is where it’s just Guy and Girl and they’re out on a hill that’s overlooking the city, and Guy sings Sleeping. And the second is after they’ve finished recording When Your Mind’s Made Up and Girl sings The Hill. I can’t really explain it, but that’s what this track reminds me of. And yeah… DEFINITELY deserves to be more than a bonus track.
***** If you read through all my rambling non-sense about Divide, kudos to you. You deserve a cookie, or three or four. I told you it would be a rambling, bumbling, incoherent mess. As Ed has said, this album is special and it’s definitely some of his best work. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go eat my feelings by binge eating a box of frozen thin mints.
Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Language and so mUCH ANGST
Author’s Note: So much is happening. I am so sorry.
The smell of sauteed vegetables fills the kitchen, gentle steam rising toward the vents overhead. The sizzle fills the air as you shuffle mushrooms around on the pan, chewing the inside of your cheek. You risk a glance up when the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall and Bucky appears, hair disheveled and yawning. He blinks the sleep away and peers at the pan, brows raised.
“Looks good,” he mumbles, shuffling past you to the cabinets, careful that his back doesn’t brush against yours as it’s done so many times before. The faucet runs as he fills a glass. “Steve texted me. We have a mission. I gotta get going.”
You were right, okay.. I’m, I’m jealous. I wish I could snap my fingers, and and, and give you everything you wish for.. And it kills me that he can do that stuff for you and I can’t. And I, I acted badly, very badly.. I promise I’ll be better for you. I swear to Rao, I will listen, Kara. I will respect you, just please, just give me, just give me another chance
Mon-El | Supergirl 2x13, “Mr.&Mrs. Mxyzptlk”
He pleaded. His voice was shaking. Tears started to pool in his eyes. Emotions hit him hard. The twirling waves of anger, sadness, and desperation drowned him, makes it harder to breathe. He couldn’t believe that this amazing and beautiful woman standing in front of him decided to accept the proposal from the 5th dimentional being. It hurts him even more when she said those words, of things that he used to think they’re going to do. To work together, be together and make a great team. Together.
Staring out of the window of your taxi cab, you were horribly silent. You and your best friend, Hiro, had a huge fight about you moving away from San Fransokyo to Los Washington thanks to a college scholarship opportunity. The Big Hero 6 gang was happy that you made it to your dream college, but Hiro was not as elated as they were. Of course, as your best friend, he would be sad because he wouldn’t be able to see you in the cafe every day like you used to, especially because they were the Big Hero 6 - saviours of San Fransokyo.
I gotta find my way around, too many voices in my headgotta reach high, turn it down.
Too many tear drops on the floor, any more. Gonna kiss the ground right before I drown. Are you even gonna try to reach me?
You were devastated about the whole idea of Hiro going against you wanting to go to your college. As good as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he really didn’t want you to go. For a whole week, he never contacted you. Every time you went to the cafe to try and approach him, he was nowhere to be seen. You barely spent a dime, or even a second in the cafe each time you walked in. But slowly, you began to walk past the cafe, in hopes that you would see your best friend - or rather, your crush. Never had you spent such a long time without contacting with each other, let it be verbal or non-verbal. It hurt you so much to the point that you told your parents that you wanted to go to Los Washington as soon as possible. As astonished as they were, they asked no further and decided on arrangements to your flight there.
Too many words stuck in this phone, but your voice ain’t even there. Too many nights spent home alonewith your laughter in the air, too many songs of the broken heart; try to shut you out but you’re everywhere.
You expected Hiro to try and contact you, in a way or another, but he never did. On nights, you slept thinking about him, waiting for his lovely goodnight texts to ring on your phone, but they never came. In the mornings, you tried to wake up as early as six o'clock. But without Hiro’s personalised ringtone resonating through your room, it was a struggle to wake up that early. Was he trying to shut you out? Was he ending your friendship in the worst way possible? His voice, the raspy voice of his would never fail to make your heart jump in joy as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. His smile, his oh so adorable tooth gap would just make the edges of your lips curve into a smile in the sneakiest way possible. His warmth. The only thing that would make you feel safe and secure from everything else evil and mean in the world, the protection it held and the security you felt whenever he held you in his arms … gone. Practically forever.
Are you even gonna try to reach me? Is this how it’s gonna end?
“You know,” his voice echoed in your head. “You’re the most beautiful, most precious gem in the whole wide world.” It was like music to your ears, as he wiped thin locks of your (h/c)ed hair delicately, with a silly smile which made your heart flutter. Gone.
For love imma give it all; for love imma give it all; you and I let’s do it all. For love.
“What do you think would happen if both of us got married to the love of our lives?” You asked him, on one spring day as the both of you walked together, arm in arm. Hiro looked at you in the eye, before chuckling and shaking his head.
“I don’t think that’ll happen,” he had a faraway look on his face as he faced northward, the pastel pink cherry blossom petals dancing gently accompanied by the wind’s soft breeze, the bright blue sky spread with sprinkles of clouds. It was a sunny and clear spring day, which was definitely a good day to spend it out. It couldn’t have been better if it were with Hiro.
Too many paper-shaped stars falling out of broken jars, too many unforsaken scars. If it hurts, bleed it out on this guitar.
It was the day marking the fifth year of your friendship, and the day that you broke up with your boyfriend who dumped you over somebody else. Locked up in your room, sobbing in a curled up position, you wished that Hiro was there for you. But he wasn’t; he was busy fixing and upgrading Baymax in SFIT. You even doubted he remembered your anniversary together, and you were right.
The whole day, you spent bawling over one guy who shamelessly dumped you for another girl on the streets. She was gorgeous, and definitely flawless. What you saw in your eyes were obviously not what you were in comparison to such beauty. You lost, there was no doubt in that. But the strength and support you needed from Hiro to get through the day was not there. The warmth, the comfort, it was missing.
You build your glass house round your heart, like a work of art break it and we’ll never be apart.
You were nearing the airport, passport in hand and music filling your ears to distract you from Hiro’s absence. He was a huge part of your life, and without him, you felt worthless and weak, like as if there was a giant-sized hole in your heart. A giant, Hiro-sized hole in your heart.
With shaky hands you paid the driver the cab fares before proceeding to get your luggage out. Silently and mentally, you were praying that Hiro would come. You were practically begging to the gods above you to make him come, to convince him to meet you and convince you to not leave. You didn’t want to leave. Not without the boy whom you loved dearly on a bad note, not withour making amends.
Your eyes shifted from one side of the traffic to the other, from one pavement to another, in hopes to see the familiar, wild jet black hair, or even a glimpse of his deceased brother’s dark red moped. But no, he wasn’t there. Guilt and regret began to swell your mind, and your heart began to grow heavy as you dragged your luggage to the entrance of the airport.
Where was he?
Are you even gonna try to reach me? Is this how its gonna end?
Your breathing was somehow choppy, and you weren’t in the best of state. In your heart, you were screaming his name in dreadful tears. In your mind, you were already running back to Lucky Cat Cafe searching for the boy and never leave. As much as you wanted to run away, and leave your scholarship opportunity hanging, you couldn’t, for you knew that there were people watching and you were convinced that Hiro hated you since the fight. More, if that was possible.
With your (f/c)ed luggage rolling behind your feet as you weakly dragged it to where you would get your tickets for your flight to Los Washington, you had a lump in your throat and for no particular reason at all, you felt cold and sick.
For love imma give it all.
You were walking around the airport, waiting for time to slowly tick by for your flight. You were waiting for his arrival. With light chatter filling the air of the airport, you were reminded of the memories that you spent in the Lucky Cat Cafe.
For love imma give it all; for love.
“Flight 38C to Los Washington is delayed due to the dark weather. Please await for further announcement.”
“Praise the lord,” you breathed upon hearing the announcement, your knuckles turning white as you laced your fingers together in an attempt to keep yourself warm from the icy air conditioning at the airport. But nothing would be warmer than Hiro’s embrace.
For love imma give it all, for love imma give it all.
Time was ticking. It was ten minutes into the delay, and you were glad that there was at least a half an hour delay. Well, at least that was what the announcer said.
You were getting restless, your mind was completely out of place, and your heart was beginning to sink at the thought of Hiro not appearing amongst the crowd, searching frantically for you.
You and I lets do it all.
Where was he? It was already near the time where your flight would arrive. And sooner or later, you would have the need to board the plane, which meant farewell. You weren’t ready to say goodbye, you knew you weren’t.
You were trying your hardest to not think of Hiro. He will come, you told yourseld. Just give him some time; that was all he that he needed.
Your heart was racing, and your mind was beginning to go insane.
Where was he?
The last thing you needed was to board the plane without saying farewell to Hiro. Your heart was dreading to board the plane as you lined up with your passport and plane ticket in hand, your skin pale and ice cold from the air conditioning as your knuckles turned white from gripping on to your passport, awaiting his arrival.
As you got closer to the checkpoint with the police officers, your heart completely dropped. He wasn’t turning up.
With a heavy heart as it was your turn, you brought your hand up to pass your item of identification to the officer when a hand yanked you out from the line and back into the waiting house.
“(Y/N), (Y/N), please don’t go, I’m begging you,” Hiro’s familiar warmth enveloped you as his arms wrapped around your small frame. He was heavily breathing, and his tears were staining his cheeks and soon enough, the shoulder of your clothing. “Please, I didn’t mean what I said, I was being an asshole, please.”
His words only made your grip around his tall and lean torso tighter, as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, wetting the surface of his grey hoodie. “I’m not going anywhere, Hiro. I’m not going anywhere.” You sobbed into the fabric of his clothes as you breathed in the fragrance of his cologne.
“I love you, more than a best friend. You’re my everything, please, I don’t want you to leave; I need you in my life!” He cried harder, his arms wrapping around you with a little more strength as he choked his words out.
The words leaving his mouth caught you off-guard but you quickly recovered as you pulled away from the hug with his oval-shaped face cupped in your small hands.
“You love me?” You whispered, with a soft smile gracing your face. Hiro nodded as you wiped your thumbs across his soft cheeks in an attempt to clear his tears. “Real or not real?”
With a swift move, he crashed your lips into yours. Both of your lips molded lovingly as you shared your very first kiss with each other, the one which held the most meaning and passion as the both of you felt sparks erupting in your bodies.
After a short while the both of you pulled away, foreheads against each other as the both of you caught your breaths. His dark, chocolate eyes gazed into your lovely, (e/c)ed ones with a goofy smile.
Song: a year without rain by Selena Gomez and the scene
Summary: Tom dies in a car accident on the day of his and Y/n’s wedding and Y/n isn’t taking it very well so Harrison decides to help.
A/n: I suggest listening to the song while reading it it makes it 19x better
Can you feel me when I think about you?
With every breath I take
Every minute, no matter what I do
My world is an empty place
It’s been 3 month since the accident. All you could do was think about the accident, the accident you could have stopped. It was all your fault you thought. Your house felt empty without Tom in it. Your life felt empty without Tom in it.
Like I’ve been wanderin’ the desert
For a thousand days (oh-huh)
Don’t know if it’s a mirage
But I always see your face, baby
You haven’t reached out to anyone since the accident despite everyones attempt to create conversation. A part of you was missing, a big part. As you fiddled with your engagement ring all you thought about was Tom. How you were supposed to walk down the aisle that day, say your vows, marry the love of your life. However, life had other plans.
I’m missing you so much
Can’t help it, I’m in love
A day without you is like a year without rain
I need you by my side
Don’t know how I’ll survive
A day without you is like a year without rain
Oh oh oh, woah, woah
You missed Tom so much you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You haven’t had a proper sleep in 3 months. It felt like forever, you needed him. You couldn’t take this anymore. Everyday the Hollands tried to reach you, Harrison tried to reach you but you couldn’t answer. You were broken without him, he brought out the best in you.
The stars are burning
I hear your voice in my mind (it’s in my mind)
Can’t you hear me calling
My heart is yearning
Like the ocean that’s running dry
Catch me I’m falling
You tried to sleep that night, you really did but all you could think about was the accident. 3 months ago on your wedding day Tom went for a drive with Harrison when a drunk driver struck the driver side. Tom died, Harrison lived. Not only was it very traumatic for Harrison to find his best friend since they were young unconscious by the wheel, but the fact that it was his wedding day. You thought it was all your fault, ‘why did we have to get married in that day’ you thought to yourself. You cried yourself to sleep that night with an aching heart. All you could mumble out were cries for Tom. “Tom, Tom baby please come back to me, please” you cried to yourself hoping he would come back and cuddle you right now, but it was impossible.
It’s like the ground is crumbling underneath my feet
Won’t you save me
There’s gonna be a monsoon
When you get back to me
You woke up with red puffy eyes due to all your crying last night. You had washed your face hoping the puffiness would go away, it did but the first thing you saw was a picture of you and Tom on your 3rd anniversary. That anniversary also happened to be your birthday. You began to tear up and tried your best not to think about it. It felt like you were drowning, every one was able to see you but no one decided to help you. Hoping Tom would save you from your current depressed state but once again, it was impossible. You went downstairs to attempt to eat, you hadn’t eaten in weeks, months. Your hand was on the fridge about to open it when the doorbell rang. You opened it and saw Harrison.
I’m missing you so much
Can’t help it, I’m in love (love)
A day without you is like a year without rain
I need you by my side (side)
Don’t know how I’ll survive
A day without you is like a year without rain
Oh oh oh, woah woah
“Harrison” you spoke to break the silence. “Y/n, I brought you some food I know you haven’t been eating” You took the food from Harrison and began slowly eating it, and eating each piece of food selectively. “Y/n, I know you’re hurting, I drive by every night and hear your constant cries about Tom. We all miss him but you have to accept that he is gone. Harrison’s word hit you hard “ I just miss him so much, it’s all my fault, why did we have to get married that day I could have stopped it. I miss him so much I’m madly in love with him and I never even got to say goodbye, I never even got to say goodbye” your choked out repeating those last words. “ It’s not your fault Y/n, it was the drivers fault. You could have never known that would have been the day a driver came and took your fiancé, it wasn’t your fault” Harrison said, he had tears streaming down his face by now.
So let this drought come to an end
And may this desert flower again
I’m so glad you found me
Stick around me
Baby, baby, baby, whoa
It’s a world of wonder
With you in my life
So hurry baby, don’t waste no more time
And I need you here
I can’t explain
But a day without you
Is like a year without rain
“Y/n listen to me, you have to accept the fact that he is gone. We want the old Y/n back or atleast to know you’re okay” Harrison had wiped the tears from his face trying to stay strong for Y/n. “ But i’m not okay I was going to marry the love of my life that day and I never got to” Y/n said with tears streaming down her face, she could feel her eyes starting to get puffy but she didn’t care anymore all she wanted was Tom. “Repeat after me, Tom is dead” it took a lot for Harrison to get thise words out of his mouth but it had to be said. “Y/n come on I know you can do it” Harrison’s eyes began to tear up again. “H-he’s de-dead, he’s dead he’s dead” Y/n was screaming at this point no matter how much it hurt for her to hear those words come out of her mouth. “He’s dead Haz, I want him back” she managed to choke out “ You will see him again, just not now” Harrison said to somehow calm her down.
I’m missing you so much (much)
Can’t help it, I’m in love
A day without you is like a year without rain
I need you by my side (side)
Don’t know how I’ll survive
A day without you is like a year without rain
Oh oh oh, woah woah
Y/n asked Harrison to stay with her that night and he did. She eventually opened up to the rest of the Hollands and seeked therapeutic help for her depression. Y/n had gotten proper sleep and she was definitely doing better. Tom may be gone but she will definitely never forget him.
Could you do the optimistic s/o headcanons with coran?
vibrates Coran, I swear, deserves the world. I wouldn’t trust him in any other hands than yours, dear reader. Just take care of him.
• He hasn’t had much study of the human race after his reawakening • But from what he’s witnessed among the five Paladins humans have different ways of coping with stress • Some through strenuous training • Others with silence • But mostly with anger, or irritation • But not you • You keep a bright smile on your face, and an energetic voice • You give your time and patience, and you work through problems, acknowledging the negative, but never focusing on it • No, in fact, you find the positive through the negative, and you turn the perspective around for everyone • He’s speechless the first time he witnessed you in action • He expects you weren’t able to hold out, or you’d fall into the same rut the other Paladins had, but instead you pull everyone up, and lighten their moods • From that moment on he strides to be just like you • It becomes hard for him to not think; ‘how would [y/n] do this?’ or ‘if [y/n] were here, what would she say?’ • His thoughts are consumed of your smile and cheery voice • And when you’ve confessed that you’d harbored feelings for him, he couldn’t quite believe it until he’d had you in his arms • He’d felt honored to hold such a pure soul like yours to his heart • In fact, it made everything feel right • And each night as he holds you close in his bed, he counts and recounts his thanks to the stars that you had come into his life, and shared your world with him
A/N: Coran makes me a sappy mess okay I love him so much pls take care of Space Uncle™ okay? okay good I’m gonna go drown myself in my tears and write a Coran fic ogm
Since you finished King's Cage (and are drowning in a bucket of tears with us marecal shippers) what are your rq4 predictions ?!
I’m not really good in making predictions, but here’s what I think could possibly happen.
I think either Cal or Maven will die. I would say Mare too, but wouldn’t it be too cruel if our young heroine dies after everything she’s gone through? (I don’t think this is gonna be a DIVERGENT Series 2.0.) So I think Mare is safe for now. She deserves a happy ending.
For Cal’s fate, I’m going to base my predictions on QUEEN SONG. Coriane wrote in her diary that Cal “will not be a soldier,” but as we all have witnessed, he became one. One of the many things that drove Coriane insane was dreams of her son dying, though it’s possible that it was also Elara’s doing to make Coriane extremely paranoid. But it’s more likely that Cal won’t die, because Coriane swore in her diary that “he will not be the same” as in Cal will not be like his father. She also wrote that “my son will bring peace” and “he will not die fighting.” You see, Coriane promised that Cal would never be a soldier, but he did become one, so I guess (and hope) this time Coriane will get what she wanted for her son―that he will end the war and not die fighting. Coriane deserves that for her son, at least.
I believe Cal will try to do something―some change―as king. He spoke the truth when he made that speech about how wrong he’d been regarding the Red-Silver divide (KING’S CAGE Chapter 29). That’s his first advocacy, especially that he wants to prove Mare that he can do something. But it’s really impossible when he’s surrounded by Queen Anabel and House Samos. Let’s not forget that the only reason he has hope in getting back the crown in the first place is because they are backing him. Even though he has his Nanabel, they now have different views; Anabel wants the old ways, Cal wants change. He really is alone now in a den of wolves. And I’m sure he doesn’t want not having control. The difference between Cal and Maven is that the former is better on the battlefield than on the throne, while it’s the opposite for the latter. Cal will probably realize that the Burning Crown is meant for him, that it’s a god’s cursed, that the battlefield is his place, that ending the war is his ultimate mission as a soldier, that he can still make a change even without a crown on his head. I want him to realize all those. I really don’t want him to die, because you know, that would be too cruel and unfair, I guess. Coriane never got a happy ending, so I want her son to at least have an ending that he deserves, and getting killed is definitely not the one.
On the other hand, I think Maven will die. Mare has wanted to kill him since the end of Book 1. Remember the last line: “I will kill him.” But Cal doesn’t want Maven to die, which is crazy, because the reason he’s suffering is because of his fucked-up brother. Heck, Cal even wants to “fix” Maven. My son is so good and kind. So if Mare kills Maven, the chances of she and Cal getting back together would go down to zero. Unless, Cal won’t find it weird to be together even after his girlfriend killed his beloved brother. Cal really has to change his opinion on Maven to make everything less complex. I think the most ideal Maven death would be while saving Mare at some point. That’s the only way he can redeem himself, but that doesn’t mean everything will be forgiven.
The Calore brothers really need to confront each other and talk. This needs to happen so badly, because, surely, Cal never expected any of this and would want to talk to Maven. He has so many questions that only Maven can answer. Not with lies, but with honesty this time.
I don’t know what will happen to Evangeline and Elane at this point. I want Cal to get an earful from Eve for his stupid decisions. He didn’t only lock himself to King Volo’s grasp, he also took Eve with him. They’re together in Volo’s king’s cage. Maybe Evangeline will also end up helping Cal, like how she helped Mare. Eve is loyal to her blood, so is Cal. But love still wins, right? She’s already feeling suffocated; she’ll break soon enough. She just wants to be with Elane. Please let the lady be happy.
I’m not sure if Mare will keep her promise to not killing Ptolemus. After all, promises are meant to be broken, like how Cal broke his promise to Mare. “Silver promises mean nothing.” But Mare is Red, so she might want to make a point that Reds are different; they keep their word. Unless she gets another reason to kill Ptolemus that she’d have to break her promise. If someone should kill Ptolemus, I think it’s Farley. For Shade, of course, for Clara, who will grow up without a father, and for the Barrows, who lost their youngest son.
Iris will definitely play a bigger role in the final book. And she still has to avenge her father’s death. House Samos should prepare to face the wrath of Iris Cygnet.
I’m not sure if we’re going to see more of Cameron. It seems like her arc is almost done. She’ll still appear, but I’m not sure about her POV.
More Kilorn, please!!!
I’m also starting to think about the possibility of getting Mare’s, Cal’s, and Maven’s POVs in the final book. Though Victoria has said that she isn’t sure if wants to stay in Maven’s head. But that would be interesting.
In the end, I just want everybody to be happy.
That’s all for now. Of course, you’re free to share your thoughts. x @chaoslaborantin