Just because a relationship died, doesn’t mean the love did too.
The thing about love is, there are so many forms and you never experience the same love twice. I find that truly one of the most beautiful things in life. Experiencing the love take different forms.To love and be loved in return. It’s amazing how strongly you can feel for someone despite going through hell with them. How you see how much you truly love someone once they’re gone. I guess it’s true, absence makes the heart grow fonder. You’re really able to put the extent to which you love in perspective when that person is no longer there. This goes for breakups, deaths, however you want to look at it. Not every loss has to be bad or tragic. There’s always something to be gained. Yes, it hurts. it hurts like hell but you can’t grow without experiencing the pain. You’ll learn the love, if it’s real, will always remain.
They said that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but all my thoughts seem to wander back to wondering about you. I guess the truth is I’d kill every single step of the way just to get back to you. Missing you starts to bend my heart until breaking is the only thing keeping me alive. I guess I’m just a little lost without you. This distance is hauntingly daunting.
“Distance makes the heart grow fonder
said by someone
stronger than me…
So what do I do now…”
Kageyama knew, he knew he’d lose Hinata one day to the terrible sickness rooted in his brain. But he never thought it would be so soon. He never thought it’d happen before they’d played at Nationals, before they’d gone to college, before they got to truly experience the feeling of being in love. He didn’t think the world could be so cruel… but it was.
You’ve been at the manor for a little over three weeks, and you’ve fallen into a comfortable routine. Over the past several weeks you’ve gotten to know the boys, meet the girls, and learned the entire story behind the Batman.
You’ve also started working for Wayne Enterprises. It feels good to be back in a work environment. However, you did have to fight Bruce on your office actually being on the floor it’s supposed to be on, instead of right next to his. Absence makes the heart grow fonder you tease him.
Still you drive into work together, and you force each other to leave work at work, so that you actually have a home life. In fact, home life becomes a mandatory thing. The nights before patrol become all about family time. You’ll either sit around reading, watching movies, or sometimes you’ll watch the boys train while Alfred teaches you basic first aid.
Either way, you spend a lot of time together, all in an effort to get to know each other, and become comfortable with each other. In fact, the only one you don’t seem to be bonding with is Damian.
While the young boy is never rude, he is rather quiet, and typically disappears at some point during family time. You also never see him when the others are gone, since Damian isn’t allowed to go on patrol on school nights.
So, it surprises you more than a little when you get a call from Gotham Academy, asking you to come to the principal’s office on a matter concerning your son, Damian. Your eyebrow furrows at the term. While the press did in fact know that you were Bruce’s soul-mate, you had done your best to stay out of the spotlight. You didn’t need them knowing about it.
You briefly debate going up to Bruce’s office and letting him know about the call, but instead you simply say you’ll be right there. Closing out your computer, you grab the car keys, and thank God that you were the one who had driven that day. You leave the office with instructions to your Personal Assistant to cancel any other meetings for the day, and you’re off.
You’re able to sneak away without being caught by the paparazzi, and make your way to Gotham Academy. You arrive within thirty minutes and are promptly escorted into the principal’s office.
Damian is sitting next to an open chair on one side of the room, and to the other is a woman with a scrunched up face, a boy with a rather large bruise on his face. You watch as the woman’s face drops at the sight of you, and her eyes narrow into a glare.
Apparently, she had been hoping for your soul-mate. You’re not sorry to disappoint. Taking a seat next to Damian, you do your best to shield him from the glares of the woman next to you.
The principal quickly explains that Damian has been in a fight, and more than once the woman, who you find out has a rather annoying voice, moans about her poor defenseless boy several times.
You decide to go straight to the source. You ask Damian what happened. He seems genuinely surprised that you’d ask him, but before he has the chance to respond the harpy on the other side of the room begins squawking, throwing out obscenities, while the principal tries to tell you that Damian has refused to talk.
As the talking becomes louder and louder, you bring two fingers to your mouth and let out a shrill whistle. The silence comes immediately, and you turn to Damian. “My grandfather taught me how to do that, it was the only way to get my mother to be quiet. Now why don’t you tell me what happened.”
Damian stares at you for a moment before he jumps into his tale. A group of boys had been hurting a scholarship student, threatening to hurt the kid, tossing worn text books everywhere, and emptying their backpack on the ground. Damian had stepped into stop it, when the “oaf” tried to throw a punch while charging him. He had simply stepped out of the way allowing the Neanderthal to run into a wall.
When the woman attempts to dispute that, you point out the shading of the bruising along with the scraping of the face. It’s obvious that her son ran into a wall. You then ask for security tape footage, which the principal declares is on the fritz.
Not even ten minutes later, and the principal and the harpy drop the charges, and begin reexamining the bullying incident. You and Damian leave the office as the principal begins calling for the other instigators, who had apparently run at the first sign of trouble.
Instead of sending Damian back to class you sign him out of school early, and you go for ice-cream. He declares that he’s not a child, and you tell him that the reward is for yourself. After all you didn’t claw that woman’s eyes out when they started saying all of those very rude things.
Damian quirks a smile at that, and orders two scoops of mint chocolate chip. You finish just in time to go pick Bruce up from work. He’s forced to slip into the backseat since Damian’s claimed shotgun. He simply sits in the back of the seat and watches you and Damian converse the entire ride home.
That night Damian stays for the entire amount of family time, and when everyone goes out on patrol, Damian brings out one of his favorite movies and you sit and watch it together. He falls asleep during the last thirty minutes, his head falls onto your shoulder, and you cover him with the throw blanket, before wrapping an arm around his shoulders, and stroke his hair.
That’s how the rest of the family finds you. Bruce carries an unusually sleepy Damian up to bed, and his brothers take no less than thirty pictures a piece, all to be brought out at later dates.
Okay so I’m slowly becoming Got7 trash thanks to @fortheloveofsuga (fuck you for giving me “feelings”) so I was compelled to write something for them. I just kinda wrote this at like 3am on my phone and debated on whether not to post it, but I decided I would. :)
There’s an old philosophy that says “absence makes the heart grow fonder”. The sentiment seems beautiful. Poetic, even. The thought that your absence from someone’s life will be an ever-present hollowness that makes it nearly impossible to complete simple daily tasks–the constant memory of the one you love dancing along the edges of your mind, just barely out of reach from your shaking and nostalgic fingers. The deep and meaningful love a connection that is blatant and comforting and unwavering, even with thousands of miles of ocean separating you. Poetic, indeed.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder - or, in Seokjin’s case, just makes you realize something completely, stupidly obvious. AU where Seokjin owns a little bookstore, his old college friend Namjoon has become a novelist, and everyone has a lot of understated feelings.
seokjin needs the heat of Namjoon’s big hands on his thighs. He needs the dorky underbite smile Namjoon only pulls out when he’s being self-deprecating. He needs the thoughtful texts before big pitches, the iced coffee Namjoon drops off on his way to class, the deep satiation of the mindblowing sex they have.
That’s what he needs, and that’s exactly what Namjoon gives him, so he’s not exactly in a position to ask for anything more.
Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.
This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!
Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and FF.net
There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.
When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.
But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.
They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.
Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.