he's trying so hard to tell her he loves her

LONG ASS ASK ABOUT STAR

This was supposed to be an answer to an Ask, but Tumblr was acting wonky, probably ‘cause it’s so damn long, so I’m turning it into a post: the original Ask


About Star’s appearance… hard to tell, since the only two instances of Marco commenting on it are Blood Moon Ball

and, albeit in a less serious tone, Star Vs Echo Creek

About her personality… Marco has yet to show any explicitly non platonic feeling towards Star, but he clearly loves her a lot, as a friend. Trying to list what he likes more in her is up to a bit of personal speculation, so I’m going to give you a non-answer, and list some of the positive traits and behaviours Star has with Marco. They are all “just” friendship things, not romance things. But it’s a WHOLE lot of friendship things. Enough to go from “friends” to “I can’t believe how important you are to me”.

Also, as usual, TONS of personal interpretations that might be completely wrong. Hopefully not.

SUPER LONG POST IF YOU DON’T READ IT YOU HATE STARCO

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So, I was rewatching HIMYM and being bitter about the finale, and then I came up with a fix-it AU, in which Tracy doesn’t die and Barney and Robin stay together forever: 

  • In the hotel room when Robin gives Barney the out, he doesn’t take it. He says that it’s hard, but he loves her, and being together is worth a little pain. (something a la “With you, the trouble doesn’t seem so troubling”)
  •  Anyways, so they agree to try couples’ therapy because they want to save their marriage. They go maybe twice and sit their awkwardly before deciding it’s really not for them. But they don’t give up.
  • Robin talks to Lily who tells her that marriage sometimes requires sacrifice. Robin mulls over this for a few weeks. Things are weirdly tense between her and Barney, but they still love each other and that’s enough to get them both through.
  • Robin really doesn’t want to give up her job, and she knows Barney would never ask her to do that. This is her dream. But, she realizes, the traveling…That’s not her dream, even though she loves it. Her dream is to be a journalist. At this point, she has enough esteem as a journalist to get a local job, writing for some big name news company…Maybe the NY Times, I don’t know.
  • They stay in New York permanently, but when they can both get time off from work they go on vacations and travel.
  • And it’s not like Robin gives up her dreams for Barney or anything like that. Her local job is just as amazing and rewarding as the international one. And he never asks her to do it. He never makes her choose between her dream and him. He’s ecstatic when she tells him, but he makes sure it’s what she really wants.
  • Eventually Robin wins Pulitzer. Or maybe two? I don’t know, the point is, she’s wildly successful
  • They get some dogs. They have like four dogs at any one time for the rest of their lives.
  • At one point, Robin asks Barney if he wants to adopt a kid, because she can’t have children. Barney says that he knew going into it that she didn’t ever want kids, and that if he had really wanted kids that much, he wouldn’t have married her. He’s happy just being the world’s most awesome uncle to Marshal and Lily’s three kids, and Ted and Tracy’s two kids. (it’s important to me that Robin never has kids)
  • Tracy gets sick, but she gets better and she DOESN’T FUCKING DIE. She and Ted are extremely happy together.

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okay but i also need to talk about how lucifer called chloe to ask for permission to follow dan around

i mean yes, probably he should have asked dan first (although dan kinda sighed and went with it when chloe told them it would mean a lot to her for them to work together) but lucifer could have easily just decided on that and off he goes, i.e. the way he usually does

but he calls chloe and is like “can i do this, do you say so, i want to do this for you but please also tell me to do it, i am the devil but i am asking for permission to do this thing

he loves her so much and is trying so hard and he was so relieved when he finally didn’t hurt her at the end and she hugged him and

You Can’t Be Serious!

Burr’s Daughter and Hamilton’s Son  Prompt by @literallyalliterative

He was in the parlor telling his mother all about the girl with whom he was in love.

“Mother, she is incredible! She’s amazing!  You have to meet her!  I just know you will love her!”  He was so excited, it was hard for Eliza to keep a smile from her face.  As he continued to sing this girl’s praises, she didn’t even try anymore.  It was clear to her that her son was in love.

“Have you told your father about her yet, son?  I’m sure he’ll be delighted to know you’ve found someone so wonderful.”  At these words, Eliza noticed a change come over her son.  He went silent and looked nervous.

“Is there something wrong?”

“Not wrong, exactly.”

“Then what?”

“Well, I haven’t told Pop yet, I’m not sure how he would react knowing that I’m in love with the daughter of B―”

“Burr!”  Alexander stomped into the room, shouting, “That man!  He will be the death of me, or my sanity at the very least!  He goes from one extreme to the other without ever taking a firm stand.  I don’t understand it and I don’t think I ever will.”

“Well, dear,” Eliza said, “I think your son has some news that you need to hear.”

Alexander turned to his son and raised an eyebrow, “News, huh?  Well, what is it?”

“Uh, I met a girl,”  he began shyly.

“Hey!  That’s my boy!  You’re your father’s son.  I was always reliable with the ladies!”  Eliza smacked his shoulder and gestured to her son to continue.

“She’s wonderful, Pop, and beautiful. She sings like an angel and is even more radiant.  When she smiles, I fall apart!”

“It seems like you’re quite taken with her!  I’m happy for you son.  So, when do we get to meet the lovely lady?”  Alexander questioned.  He knew if his son was so enamored, the young lady must be something special.

“Yes, darling, I very much would like to know the young lady who has taken such a strong hold on your heart. When can we meet her and her family?”

“This afternoon we were planning to meet in the park.”

____

They had just finished taking tea when she told her mother about her love.

“Oh, Mama, he’s so wonderful! He has a masterful way with words and he makes me feel so helpless!  I don’t know what’s come over me, but I feel so alive!”

“Dear, it sounds like you’re taken with this young man.  How did you meet him?”  Theodosia asked.

“I was on a stroll in the park with Aunt Peggy and he was talking to his friends and not paying attention and he ran into me.  When he finally gained his senses, he apologized and made some flattering comments about my beauty.  My initial reaction was to roll my eyes and leave with Aunt Peggy, but he was so earnest. He asked for permission to write me and I agreed,”  she answered. It was nice to finally tell her mother about her love, but she was anxious about telling her father.  He was quite protective of his only daughter.

“I assume you haven’t told your father yet, am I right?”

“Yes, but only because I’m not sure he would like to know that the man I’m so taken with is a H—“

“Hamilton!”  Aaron stormed in, shaking his head.  “If he doesn’t keep his mouth shut, he will get himself killed; and if he doesn’t stop keeping from my goals, it might be me who shoots him! Why does he have to be so divisive?”

“Darling, your daughter had just given me some excellent news.  It seems like she has a suitor, and a very agreeable one at that,” Theodosia told her husband.  Maybe this would get mind off of Hamilton.  They were always bickering.

“A suitor?  Well, tell me about him.  I’m sure he’s not good enough for you, but I’m willing to listen,”  Aaron conceded.

She told her father all about her beau, the same things she had told her mother.  Like Theodosia, Aaron was impressed and intrigued.

“He must have good family,” Burr commented, impressed with his daughter’s choice.

“I’m sure he does.  I’ve not met them, but I heard he has the virtuosity and brains as his father,” she answered truthfully, “and his mother comes from a very good family.”

“In that case, I should very much like to meet his folks.  When would be the best time for your mother and I to call on his parents?”

“Perhaps this afternoon―we were going to meet at the park.”

____

They arrived at the park and, as soon as the young lovers saw each other, they walked into each other’s arms.

Their parents were not far behind and upon seeing their children immediately softened, but then they looked at each other and,

“Burr!”  Alexander face turned red and looked as if he was ready to explode.

“Hamilton!”  Aaron was flabbergasted.  Had he taught his daughter better than this?

Eliza and Theodosia simultaneously sighed.

“Look at our children all grown up!”

“They are quite sweet, aren’t they?”

“Just tell me you love me,” she begged as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before wiping away the tear that slowly began to dribble down her check.

“Tell me you love me,” she repeated.

He sighed, “I do love you. I shouldn’t even need to tell you that. But what the hell am I supposed to do when we’ve been trying so god damn hard for so god damn long and nothing changes. You cry yourself to sleep and I blame myself for things I have no control over. We had the fire burning for so long we forgot that eventually the flames burn out. We lost it baby, and I’m so sorry.”

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

Hey! I’m uploading another request! Sorry I’m so slow with them right now, my life is always crazy but I try for you guys! I hope you like it <3 <3

Request - Brendon liking the reader so offering to help her with some school work by tutoring her at home so he has the opportunity to tell her how he feels.

Anything for You

 *Reader’s POV*

 I grumbled as I stormed out of my musical theory class, my bag thrown lazily over my shoulder, I loved music and worked so hard at perfecting my own music and songs, but for some reason I could never nail theory, the notes on paper confused me so much, practical was fine, theory, not fine. I stormed through the halls at school, taking myself to my usual lunch spot with my friends, it always cheered me up to see them. Throwing myself down on the bench I kicked my legs up, laying back and covering my face with my arms, I was the first to our corner near the school’s running track, I heard footsteps after a little while, noticing a figure standing near me before chuckling in a familiar smooth tone.

“Everything ok there?” Brendon’s voice broke through my thoughts causing me to uncover my face to meet his eyes, he had a sweet smile on his face, warm brown eyes locked onto me. He looked so cute, wearing his nerdy glasses and light purple hoodie, black skinny jeans and sneakers on his feet, I hated being attracted to my best friend, it made me feel awkward sometimes, especially when he popped into my head at very inappropriate times. Sometimes I got so worked up and always seemed to find him coming into my head, I knew he didn’t like me back, or thought I was one of those girls that would cheat on him due to having had a lot of boyfriends, even though I’d only actually had sex once. Plus, he was so totally out of my league, he was cute, friendly, funny and talented, oh so talented. He didn’t exactly attract the popular girls but all the creative types were way into him.

“No. I’m totally bombing music theory, I just can’t get it, I have no fucking clue. I got a D- on my last assessment, it’s gonna drag down my whole GPA.” I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest, I was doing so well at school but this was going to destroy my chances of getting into a good music college.
“But you’re great at music, I love the pieces you compose.” He sat down opposite me, dumping his bag on the ground.

“Yeah I’m great at playing, but when I compose I don’t write the music properly, I just make it up and remember it. I can’t get the paper shit right.” I was so put out by all this but his sweet face in front of me made me feel a little better.

“Well, you know, I could help you with your music theory. Maybe give you some tutoring for a few weeks, I’m sure the extra time on it will help you get the hang of it all.” He smiled sweetly, hand resting gently on my arm, head cocked to the side in an adorable little gaze.

“Oh my god, Brendon that would be so amazing of you!” I hugged him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my face into the crook of his neck, he seemed to freeze for a second before hugging back.

“I’ll be at yours for 3 on Saturday ok?” I nodded eagerly, we fell into our usual conversations as the rest of our little group appeared gradually, all of us chatting leisurely. Little did Brendon know my parents weren’t in on Saturdays so we would be completely alone in my house on Saturday, that would be interested, maybe I could finally get the chance to test how he felt about me, see if he felt the same as me. This would be interesting.

 *Brendon’s POV*

 It was Saturday, 2:45, I had to leave to drive over to Y/N’s in 5 minutes, I checked myself in the mirror, my hair was neater than usual, a nice shirt on under my hoodie, my nice jeans and sneakers on, I wanted to look good. Whatever attempts I looked like a nerd as soon as my glasses were on. I thought she was so cute, and sweet, and fun, ok I liked her, a lot, she was so perfect and we had this crazy connection, when she was talking I felt like she was the only person in the world, I could literally lose myself in her for hours and not even notice. I was so crazy attracted to her, I was desperately trying to work out how to tell her, I hated to admit that part of this whole tutoring thing was to try and finally tell her how I felt. I made sure I had all my theory books and notes and hopped into my car, driving myself to her place, once I got there I grabbed my bags from the trunk, heading to her front door, running my free hand through my hair after knocking. I waited for a moment before she answered, I instantly lost my breath, she was wearing a pair of short denim shorts and a cropped, low cut and pretty tight tank top, her body looked incredible to me, I tried to compose myself before opening my mouth at the risk of sounding like an idiot.

“Um… H-Hey Y/N, I know I’m a little early, but, um, ready to work on your theory stuff?” I asked trying my absolute hardest to not sound like a stuttering fool, her warm smile encouraged me slightly.

“You’re like 5 minutes early it’s fine, come in!” She said, her voice sounding surprisingly chipper considering I was here to do school work with her, she stepped inside, I’d been here a million times before so I knew to follow in, take of my shoes and close the door behind me. As I walked behind her, following her to the kitchen, I couldn’t help my eyes from trailing down her back, following the trail of long Y/H/C hair winding down her back, as I followed it my mind drifted to what it would feel like between my fingers, winding around them, I bet her hair was so soft. My eyes continued down her back, stopped at her shorts, they really were very short, her behind looked so damn good in them, I tore my focus from her body to focus myself again, I wasn’t here to get laid dammit, I was here to tell her how I felt, and that was certainly more than just sexual. She started shifting through her cupboards, grabbing two glasses and smiling broadly at me.
“Want a drink?” She asked, cocking her head to one side, her house seemed to quiet, I was used to her parents nattering on about stuff in the kitchen but today there was nothing.

“Yeah sure, what’dya have? It’s quiet here today.” I remarked as she got herself a coke out of the refrigerator.

“Yeah I know, my folks aren’t home until tomorrow, some business dinner thing. And we’ve got coke, lemonade, or you can have one of my dads beers.” She giggled slightly, my breath caught, I had never been completely alone with her before, her parents, or at least one of them, was always in the house when we were, this would be perfect, no distractions, no reason not to open up.

“It’s ok, I’ll just have a coke too.” She nodded, grabbing me a can too, handing me the glass and can as she took a sip of her own drink, once I poured it she lead me to her room to begin working. Ok Brendon, focus.

 *Reader’s POV*

 We sat at the small desk in my room, leaning over my folder of work, Brendon had been slowly but surely getting things into my head, I was beginning to get the hang of it now, at least I hoped I was.

“So this piece is in minor… right?” I pointed to the sheet music in front of me, cocking my head to the side hoping to god I was right this time, he chuckled a little, shaking his head slowly.

“No… sorry, its in major.” I huffed, slumping back slightly, it was driving me crazy not being able to get it right. He touched my arm gently. “Relax, just remember, minor usually has flats in the key signature, major has sharps ok?” His hand lingered on my arm as I looked up at him slightly. “You’re really not as bad as you think you know, you get things a little muddled is all.” I stood, pacing my room a little, I couldn’t help but notice his eyes moving over me as I paced, he was trying to be polite but I had seen his eyes wandering several times today, he blushed when our eyes met.

“Thank you, for all your help, it’s really helped me understand things a little better, you’ve been so kind, even when I’ve totally sucked, even though you could have been a total jerk about it.” I smiled sincerely, I did mean it, he had been so kind and sweet to me, it meant I could learn better, he put me under less pressure to get it right. “We should take a break, maybe play about on the piano for a little.” I gestured to him, wanting him to follow me to the music room in my house, it was only a dingy little room with a piano, drums and guitars all crammed in but I loved it all the same. He followed me, sitting down next to me on the stool.

“You don’t have to thank me for helping you, I’m your friend, it’s what I’m here for.” He said smiling as he began to casually play a tune on the piano, hands gliding effortlessly over the keys, I was so mesmerised by his playing, it seemed so easy for him. I shuffled a little closer to him on the stool, pressing my leg against his, stroking the keys, intentionally moving my hands close to his, I knew the tune he was playing, trying to make sure my hands were where his were whenever they came up to my end of the piano. His breath seemed to catch slightly, his nose wrinkling, causing his glasses to rise and fall, I allowed my hand to brush against his again, this time he stumbled on the keys, hitting a bum not and stopping in his tracks, he moved his hand up to push his glasses back into place, neatening his hair with his hands. I was so desperate to know what was going on in his head, he baffled me so much, what would he do if I kissed him? I really wasn’t sure whether to find out.

*Brendon’s POV*

I sat slightly awkwardly next to Y/N, she was pressed right against me and I was pretty sure she was intentionally catching my hands on the piano keys, I was using every ounce of control to stop myself from panting like a damn dog next to her, all day I had been struggling to keep my eyes off of her. I knew she had spotted me looking a few times, but why hadn’t she said anything, why didn’t she point it out, she wasn’t usually one for keeping quiet when a guy was ogling her so why was she now? We sat in this kind of awkward silence, her eyes on me but unspeaking. Every signal she was giving me right now was that she liked me, happily having me over when she’s alone, wearing clothes like that, touching my hands on the keys, leaning in so close. Was I just imagining this, was I being too wishful? God if I didn’t try to find out now, I’m pretty sure I never would. I gulped down hard, forcing the lump in my throat down so I could speak, tell her, right now Brendon, tell her! I was practically screaming in my own head by the time my mouth opened.

“Uhh, Y/N?” I asked timidly, she responded with a small “mmhhmm”, her head turning towards me. “Can I, ummm, I want to, fuck, I want to tell you something.” I finally got the words out, taking a deep breath, she nodded to indicate she was listening, her eyes looking up at my own. “Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you this a long time, but, well, I thought you wouldn’t care, that it would annoy you or push you away so I’ve kept quiet about it, I guess I just cant anymore. I…” I trailed off, losing that surge of confidence.

“Just spit it out!” She joked, giggling playfully as she met my eyes, that smile, everything about her, I had to do this now.

“I like you!” I blurted, gasping at my own bluntness, I quickly started babbling again to try and rescue the situation, god that was awkward of me. “I have done since we met, just, everything about you makes me so happy, but I’ve been so afraid you’d hate me for it, or you wouldn’t like me back, I mean I know I’m not as tall or built up as your ex’s and probably not as handsome but…” I was cut off by the feeling of her warm lips pressed against my own, it startled me, I definitely wasn’t expecting this reaction. I was frozen for a second but she soon got me kissing back, her hands resting behind my neck, gently touching my hair, twiddling it between her fingers, I moved my lips slowly against hers, letting her set the pace, I hadn’t done this nearly as much as she had, it made me nervous about being crap at it, what if she hated kissing me? “So you like me back?” I asked shyly, answered with another slow kiss.
“You talk too much.” She teased, pressing her lips firmly back against mine, I gained a small amount of confidence, enough to hold her waist at least, she lead the kiss, I wanted to try and lead a little so I flicked my tongue gently against her lip, she seemed to very eagerly allow me entry, touching her tongue against my own, letting me set the pace. She pulled herself closer to me, pulling our bodies together, I held her waist in my hands, a small moan escaped her lips, head leaning back as she broke the kiss, I sat for a moment before deciding to carry this on. I pressed a small kiss to the base of her throat, earning yet another moan from her, encouraged by this I started pressing kisses all over her neck, progressing to open mouthed kisses, flicking my tongue against her warm, soft skin.

“Brendon…” She whimpered softly, fingers gripping in my hair ever so slightly, wriggling in her spot. “Come on… let’s go back to my bedroom.” She stood, gripping my hands and  pulling me up, she eagerly pulled me into her bedroom, kissing me hard on the lips as she pulled me towards her bed. My head finally caught up to what was happening, she liked me back she was kissing me, we were in her bedroom. My heart pounded in my chest as she held me close, holding my shoulders in her slim fingers, biting her lips at me between kisses. I was so nervous, should I tell her I hadn’t done this before? Or should I try and play it off. God I was scared.

*Reader’s POV*

I pulled Brendon towards my bed, I wasn’t expecting this today, but the way he kissed my neck like that, no way was he getting out of that, I moved my hands to the front of his hoodie, gripping the collar and pushing it off of his shoulders and down his arms. My hands continued on to his shirt, fumbling with each of the buttons as our lips crashed against each other, I noticed his hands weren’t doing much apart from holding my waist, I did wonder why but my mind was racing and I didn’t pay attention, I managed to unbutton his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders and onto the floor. My hands moved to his belt buckle, fumbling with it in between my fingers, our lips still crashing messily against each other, as I began to unbuckle his belt I felt hands on my own, holding me still. Our eyes met as I pulled away, looking up at him, confused as to why he was stopping me.

“What is it?” I whispered breathlessly, staring up at Brendon intently, he was blushing slightly, eyes awkwardly staring down into my own.

“I… um…. I gotta tell you something.” He trailed off, looking at his feet, hands still holding my own still, I felt a little put down that he seemed so hesitant, maybe there was another reason.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?” I slipped my hand out from under his, cupping his warm, flushed cheek in my hand, pulling his face up gently to meet his eyes.

“I haven’t done this before.” He whispered, his voice cracking slightly, our faces so close, a feeling of intimacy I’d never felt before. “I know you’ve done this before and I don’t want to suck.”

“Done it before? Yeah like once… my first time was so awful I wouldn’t really count it, sure I know what to do but…” I pressed one small kiss to his lips between the words, “This means a lot more to me. We don’t have to.” I was trying to comfort him, stroking his cheek between kisses, I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.

“No!” He jumped quickly at my words, blushing again as he stumbled on his own tongue, desperately trying to claw together a literate response. “I… um… I do want to… of course I want to, I like you so much, and, well I’ve always wanted this, I just, um, I, fuck.”

“Shhhh, you panic far too much B, let’s just take things slow, ok?” I cooed softly, guiding him down to the bed as he nodded gingerly at me, I straddled his hips as he sat on my bed, kissing him slowly, his hands found my waist again, fiddling with the hem of my shirt as our lips met, giggling slightly against his lips, I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra and shorts on his lap.

“Fuck…” He breathed out, biting his lip subconsciously, I slid my hands behind my back, slowly unhooking my bra and sliding it down my arms, his breath caught in his throat as he watched, I climbed off of his lap to take off the rest, I had to admit his response was doing a lot for my ego.

*Brendon’s POV*

I sat on her bed watching in bewilderment as she stripped out of her shorts, completely exposed in front of me, she was everything I imagined, her body was so smooth and sexy, every curve of her form drove me crazy, I could feel myself straining in my jeans.

“Why are you still dressed?” She teased, biting her lip at me, unable to form any type of intelligent response I simply pulled my jeans down my legs, throwing them on the floor next to her bed, leaving me in just my boxers on the bed, she sauntered over to me again, straddling my hips.

“You’ve really only done it once?” I finally croaked out, running my hand through my hair, she nodded as she took my glasses off, kissing me softly again.

“Yeah… and it wasn’t great.” She giggled slightly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as we kissed, tongue fighting for dominance, I seemed to have won control of the kiss but I was certain it was only because she let me. I tried to be more confident, moving my hands over her skin, touching the skin of her back and waist with my fingertips, she moaned into the kiss, hands playing with my hair. I repeated my earlier actions, pulling out of the kiss and kissing her neck, moving from her lips to her jawline and down to her shoulders, she whimpered and moaned, wriggling on my lap as I did, the pressure made me groan against her skin, I was so turned on I could barely contain myself.

“I want you so bad.” I groaned, surprising myself with how low and husky my voice seemed to be, a confidence kick seemed to rush over me, causing me to bite the skin of her neck a little, she jumped and whined again, wriggling on top of me.

“Brendon…” She gasped breathlessly, wriggling on my lap, we both wordless wriggled on her bed to wrestle my boxers down my legs, I kicked them off, both of us panting, I was still so nervous, despite trying to act confident. She reached over to her nightstand, fumbling around in the draw, she pulled out a condom, passing it to me, I hated to look like an idiot, but I’d never put one on before. “Want me to do it?” She asked sweetly, I nodded, blushing again, I felt her warm hand pump up and down my length a little, I groaned out, already hard, she didn’t need to do this but she did it anyway.

“Fuck Y/N…” I gasped out, my head lulling back a little, she rolled it on effortlessly, straddling my hips again, our lips met as she lined me up with her heat, hips sinking down slowly, it felt so good, warm and tight around me, my eyes rolling back in my head, a loud groan escaping me. “Fuuuuck.” I gasped, she began to move slowly, up and down, the feeling was so intense, she huddled her body close to mine as I held her hips in my hands, our chests pressed tight together.

“Brendon.” She whimpered in pleasure, beginning to build up a little more speed, rocking her hips back and forth on me, biting her lips at me with a broad grin, I smiled back, both of us giggling breathlessly at each other. I slowly followed her movements with my hands, guiding her hips, she rocked a little faster, throwing her head back in pleasure, she moved up, her body upright now as her hips rocked back and forth, my hands following her movements, I felt my fingers grip onto her hips slightly, squeezing gently, guiding her a little faster, it felt so good I couldn’t help but want her to go a little faster, hearing her say my name like that gave me more confidence to take a little more control.

“Y/N… this feels so good.” I groaned out, she bit her lip at me again, throwing her head back, I watched as her long hair flowed down her back, smooth arch of her back looking so sexy as her head lulled back, body tense above me. This was so out of this world to me, all I could do was moan and writhe under her, desperately trying to gain the confidence to make her feel good too.

*Reader’s POV*

I felt Brendon’s hands gripping my hips, pulling me faster over him, my body rocking back and forth on him, he was moaning and writing under me, occasionally moving his hand up to his mouth and biting down, seemingly to keep himself calm. It made me feel good to know I was making his first time good for him, he groaned out as I moved, feeling myself tightening up around him, that familiar knot forming in my stomach, focusing on the same spot.

“Brendon… I’m close.” I whimpered, shifting my hips in a way I knew would hit the right spot to push me over the edge, he merely groaned under me, biting into his hand again, one hand still gripping my hip, eyes closed in pleasure. I kept moving, feeling it tighten right up, my body tense above him, my muscles contracting, he bucked his hips up as he groaned, pushing me over the edge, I whimpered his name repeatedly as I came. My body tense up as I began to weaken, writhing above him.

“My turn.” He growled slightly, gripping my body and flipping me under him, he started moving, trying to get a fast pace going, his hips rocking back and forward in a slightly awkward motion, he looked as if he was focusing so hard on what he was doing, so tense and worried. I moved a hand to his cheek in an attempt to calm him.

“Relax baby… start slow.” I cooed softly, he nodded, moving his hips in a slow motion, more fluid this time, losing that awkward streak to it, he very quickly got the hang of how to move, shifting faster against me as he got used to how he should be moving, his hands resting either side of me to hold his weight off. Before long he was moving so fast, hitting all the right spots, both of us moaning and whimpering on my bed, I gripped onto his shoulder blades, my nails digging in ever so slightly, it felt so good, I was beginning to wonder if this really was his first time.

“Fuck Y/N… I can’t hold out much longer.” He moaned above me, biting his lip, I gripped tighter to his back, his head nuzzled into my neck, placing small kisses and bites all over it, he growled slightly, biting down a little harder, the pain sent a small shudder through me, my body tensing up again, I felt myself tightening around him again, he placed more, slightly harder bites along my neck, driving me crazy, I was getting so close I could hardly stand it.

“Me either Brendon… fuck!” I yelped out, his hands suddenly gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head, I gasped and whimpered in pleasure as his hips slammed against me, both of us moaning as our bodies pressed together.

“Shit I’m gonna cum… fuck Y/N!” He groaned out as I felt him throb inside me, the throbbing sent me spiralling over the edge, my mind crashing down as I tightened around him, gasping for breath as I whimpered in pleasure.

“Brendon!” I yelled out, he thrusted for a while longer, releasing my wrists as he collapsed on top of me, panting softly in my ear.

*Brendon’s POV*

She was panting under me, her hands clinging to my back, I don’t know what came over me but she seemed to like it, I never expected myself to be the biting, pinning down type but if she liked it I’d be whatever she wanted. I leaned up slightly, both of us smiling and giggling breathlessly, she gave me a sweet smile, followed by one, long drawn out kiss, her hands fiddling with my hair. Neither of us said much after that, just cuddling on her bed, only saying sweet compliments of “I’m so glad this happened” or “I can’t believe you like me back”. I really couldn’t believe I had just lost my virginity to the girl I’d been pining over for years, it didn’t feel real, but I was sure glad it was.

*The following Monday*

Y/N came into class, plopping herself down next me on the seat, producing her new music notes that I had helped her with. I smiled as soon as I saw her, wrapping an arm leisurely around her shoulders before our teacher came in, she smiled back, looking up and pressing a small kiss against my lips.

“Thanks for all your help with this, I can’t wait for you to tutor me again.” She said winking playfully at me.

“Me either, but I think there are some things you can help me learn too.” I teased her, she giggled playfully leaning into me, I was right, I really couldn’t wait for our next tutoring session.

I really hope you liked it guys! Much Love <3 <3 <3

Drunk Confessions Pt. 3

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Skate’s POV

     Finally I find y/n laying on the floor completely unconscious. I pick her up and place her on the couch. I try to wake her up but fail. I see no signs of alcohol poisoning so I decide to wait and let it run its course. Derek sits next to me on the couch. “Has she ever done this before?” he asks me. “No, never. It’s probably all because of me. I should have never tried to mess with her.” I tell him. “You were just being protective it’s understandable.” Derek says.  I try to believe what he says but it’s hard. That’s no excuse. I’ve really got to do something for her to show I’m sorry. I start to think of things we did in our childhood that she would love to do again. Or maybe I can take her back to Toronto where she was before I made her move. I could bring Derek. She’d enjoy it. I look to my left and see Derek asleep on the couch. His head beside y/n’s. I lay down and drift off into sleep.

Your POV

     You wake up with a migraine and nausea. It doesn’t take long to remember what happened last night. You look up and see Derek next to you, Nate on the other side of him. You look to the clock and see its noon. You go to the bathroom and wash your face in the sink. You then head to the kitchen to get aspirin. After taking the pills you turn around and walk into a figure. You recognize Derek’s tattoo on his stomach and smile. You look up to him and he has a disappointed look on his face changing your expression.

    “What was up with that last night?” He says to you. You shrug your shoulders and look down to the floor. He takes his hand under your chin and pulls your head up. You push his hand away not wanting to talk about it. He grabs you by the waist and sits you on the kitchen counter. So your faces are at the same height. “I get it you’re stressed, but if you ever do this again I will send you to a drinking class got it?” he says. You don’t believe he has the guts to do it but you nod your head in agreement anyway. You feel his hands start to trail your back as you guys lock lips. “I don’t care if you guys do this, but not in front of me please.” You hear Nate say from behind. You ignore Nate as you’re still mad at him. Derek turns around and gets something out of the fridge leaving you on the counter. “Y/n can I talk to you inside for a minute.” Nate asks you. You hop off of the counter and walk inside, Nate on the couch and you on the arm. “Look I understand what I did was fucked up. I was just being protective but I know that’s not an excuse. I want to make it up to you. What if we all went on a trip back to Toronto? With Derek and then I’d bring a friend. We could spend a week of you touring us around the city. What do you think?” Nate asks. You decide not to hold the grunge over him. Yeah what he did was fucked up but it’s the first time he’s done something like this. You get off of the arm and walk towards Nate. You smile seeing that he really wants to do this for you. You stand in front of him and he lets out a small smirk.

     “I would love that.” You say before embracing him in a hug. “I really missed you y/n. Even for the short time it was. I never realized how much I needed you.” He says. Your hug gets tighter at his words. “When are we leaving?” You ask Nate. “Help me find a hotel/flight and we’ll leave tonight.” He says. You run into the kitchen grabbing Derek’s laptop and running back over to your brother. You quickly search up hotels and flights. You book both. “We have to go home and pack” You say to Nate. He agrees. “Derek do you want to meet us back at my house tonight?” Nate asks. “Yeah I will.” He responds. You swiftly give him a kiss and run out the door into Nate’s car. You get home and pack your bags. You start to feel anxious as you feel as if you’re forgetting something. Your train of thought is stopped when you see a new face sitting on the couch. You see him stare at you and you stare back. He looks familiar but you’ve never come into contact with him. He’s attractive, long eye lashes.

     “Hey y/n have you seen my tooth brush.” Nate says breaking you out of your trans. “Uh yeah it’s in the 2nd bathroom down here. You say pointing towards the hall behind you. “I see you and Sam have met again?” He says. Again? “No I don’t believe we’ve ever met” you say. Sam stands up holding his hand out to you to shake. You shake it “We have.” He says winking. You get lost in his eyes for a minute. He lets go of your hand and sits back down. You follow Nate into the hall. “Where’s John?” You ask him hoping that Sam is not the one going on the trip with you. “He doesn’t have his passport renewed so he can’t come. You remember Sam. He was my best friend back in Omaha.” Suddenly it clicks. Sam, the scrawny kid with the freckles. Damn he grew up. You hear the doorbell ring and answer it. It’s Derek. He walks in kissing your forehead. He then walks up to Sam and does some kind of handshake with him. ‘He knows him?’ you say to yourself. “Hey babe where’s your bag?” Derek asks. “It’s upstairs.” You say leading him up. He grabs it for you and heads downstairs. “Give me 5 more minutes and we’ll head out!” You hear Nate scream from upstairs. You can’t help but smile ear to ear. You get to show Nate and Derek the city you’ve come to love. You hope Derek falls in love, so you could possibly move there with him one day. Although it would be hard with him being and LA native. Derek notice you smiling and smiles back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy.” He says

Finally everyone is ready to go and you head out of the door.

Your POV

     The flight was simple. Four hours. Since it was late at night everyone was asleep. You guys checked into the hotel around 4am. Nate was still being slightly protective so he made you sleep in the same bed as him, with Derek and Sam in the other. The next morning you wake up but everyone else is still asleep. You see there is a Tim Horton’s across the street. You get dressed in the bathroom and head down. You order a dozen donuts to bring back. While walking into the elevator you see Sam walk out. “Are those for us?” He asks pointing to the box. You nod yes. “Well then looks like I’m going back upstairs.” He says laughing. You notice him staring so you look towards him to see what’s up. “Damn you’ve grown up nice.” He says.

You roll your eyes and ignore it. He clearly hasn’t grown up other than looks. You get into the room and see Derek and Skate still sleeping. You leave the donuts on the dresser under the TV. You pull out your laptop and start looking for things to do. There’s so many things you don’t know where to start. You know you definitely want to go to the Island with Derek alone. Especially since you haven’t had your proper date yet. You suddenly feel a body on your left.

“Good morning baby.” You hear Derek moan. “What are you looking at?” He asks. “I’m thinking our first proper date should be on the island. There’s a ton of stuff to do there.” You say. He looks at the pictures over your shoulder. “Should we go tonight?” he questions. “Do you think it’d be okay to go on the first night?” You ask him. He nods and kisses your neck causing your heart to flutter. He then walks into the bathroom. “What’s up with that?” You hear Sam ask. “They’re dating isn’t it crazy?” Nate says from the other side of the room. “You’re dating him?” Sammy asks shocked.

“Yeah is there a problem?” You say to Sam. He shakes his head then gets up and starts going through his bag. About half an hour later the boys are ready. You’re walking out to the street next to Nate with Derek and Sam in front of you. While walking through the door Sam holds his hand out “After you” He says. You huff, roll your eyes and keep walking. Derek now next to you “What was up with that?” He asks. “He thinks he can hit on me because I use to know him back in Omaha.” You say sternly. “He hit on you?” Derek says shock looking back at him. “Mhmm.” You say shaking your head. You guys reach the side walk. They all follow you since you know where you’re going. You decided to take them to the CN Tower first since it’s the iconic symbol of Toronto. You and Derek walk hand in hand the whole way. He’ll rub your thumb with his every once in a while, forcing you to smile. You get to the tower. On occasion the boys would be boys and get on your nerves slightly. You did love how goofy they were. When they’re not working they stop being so serious and let their guard down. Sometimes you regretting being in public with them though. We get to the top and all the boys start taking pictures. You go out to the deck that leads outside. You enjoy the view and fresh air. You then feel a body from behind.

At first you thought it was Derek until you feel a watch on the wrist. Derek wasn’t wearing a watch. You quickly turn around to see Sam.

“Get the fuck off of her!”

Derek’s POV

I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Being with y/n and hanging out with my friends in a city I haven’t been too yet. It was a dream come true. A dream I didn’t even know I had. We get to the top and the view is incredible.

We head over to the glass floor and start looking down. I see y/n head out onto the deck that leads outside. I stay with Skate taking a couple pictures. I see Sam disappear. I remember what y/n said about him hitting on her. I didn’t believe it at first with Sam being such a good friend, but yet again Skate set me up before. I walk outside to see exactly that. His arms around her waist. I see her push him off in disgust. That’s my girl, but who the fuck does he think he’s fooling? The sight of it makes my blood boil.  “Get the fuck off of her!” I scream at him pulling him away. “Look man I-“ I cut him off. “If I ever see you touch her again you’re going to wish you never even met her.”

Skate then jumps in between us. He pulls Sam aside and I pull y/n back into the tower. “Thank you for that.” She says. “You tell me if he touches or even talks to you again okay?” I say to her. I don’t want him anywhere near her ever again. She nods and I kiss her on the cheek. I decided I now want to leave. I text Skate and tell him we’re going to the island. ‘Have fun’ he responded. Y/n and I then head down. We took a cab to the ferry instead of walking. While waiting for the boat a couple of fans had stopped us and asked for pictures. We then realize we never even told the fans we were dating. Skate only found out two days ago. They all ask and when we confirm you can see a couple of them give y/n a look and talk under their breaths. I pull her aside under my arm. “Don’t worry about them.” I say to her. She ignores it. We get on the ferry and what I see is beyond incredible. “You can see the whole skyline.” I said in awe. Y/n laughed at me in amusement. I never knew something like this could make me feel so, calm. I never ever imagined being with my dream girl looking out onto a skyline like this. I see why she loved it here so much.

The island was better than I could imagine. It was perfect for our first date. Y/n kept pointing to things and explaining them. I have to admit I wasn’t quite paying attention as I couldn’t stop admiring how happy she looked. She looked as if she didn’t have a care, like the whole world was in her hands.

Your POV

You and Derek decide to go to a restaurant first. You guys get a table out on the deck looking out onto the river that cuts through the island.  There is a couple yachts out there that catch your attention. Derek notices you starring. “I’ll buy us one, one day.” He says. “I actually have a fear of boats. I just like to look at them.” You respond. He laughs at you. “I’ll help you get over that fear.” He says smirking and winking. You can’t help but smile back. “I’d love to see you try” You tease him. It was nice to finally be alone with Derek and not have to worry about anyone. It gives you a feel of a real relationship. You guys finish up and head out to the pier. Derek enjoys teasing you and picking you up by the waist twirling you around.

He pretends to try and throw you off of the pier just to hear you scream and laugh. You guys then rent out bikes and ride to the light house. “You know they say that the old keeper of the light house was accidentally killed and then his parts were scattered all over the island causing it to be haunted.” You tell Derek. You see him get nervous. “Then why are we here? I’m not trying to die.” He says turning around. “Awhhh is someone afraid of ghosts?” You laugh. He ignores it and keeps biking. You follow. “You know there is a nude beach here? One out of the only three in Canada.” You say smiling. “Oh no, if anyone was going to see you naked it’d be me, and only me.” He says. You laugh and start to pull the bottom of your shirt up to tease him. He takes his shirt off and puts it on you. It’s so big it covers your whole outfit. You can tell he thoroughly enjoys it as he stops and stares admiring you in his clothes. He then checks his phone. “Hey Skate just texted me and asked if we wanted to go to a club with him and Sam tonight are you interested?” Derek asks. “Depends, will you and Sam cooperate?” You say. “I will if he does.” He responds. “Then yeah let’s go!” You say excitedly. You guys head back to the hotel and get changed. You guys decided to go to Uniun since they supposedly have amazing light shows.

You arrive and it’s extremely crowded. You start walking to the bar and see a familiar group of girls. “Y/n!!!” They scream. It then clicks. They’re your old friends from school. You laugh as they embrace you in a group hug.

Derek’s POV

I feel y/n slip out of my hand as she runs towards a group of girls calling her name. I wanted her to stay with me but I can tell she misses her old friends. She did randomly have to just pack up and leave this place. She really misses it I can tell. I then feel someone tap my shoulder taking my focus off of it. “Hey man I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry for before and I won’t touch her again. I just kind of let it take over me when I saw how much she’s grown up.” Sammy says to me handing me a drink. I didn’t want to fight Sammy he’s one of my friends. “No hard feelings” I say giving him a fist bump. As the night goes on I see y/n disappear. I go out to find her. I really wanted to spend this night with her but her friends took her away. “Dude you’re going to want to come see this.” I hear Sammy say. I follow him into the VIP room and I see two tall stocky men with their arms on either side of y/n. “Who the fuck are they?” I hear Skate say on the other side of me. I see her push them off but then they follow back and do it again. She walks into the girl’s bathroom to get away from them but I see they go after her. Anger fills my body and I run after him. Sammy and Skate behind me. I bust open the door and see one behind her and the other in front pulling her closer to him. I hear a slight scream of terror from her which pushes me over my breaking point. I completely black out from anger. Not paying attention to a thing. I see one of the males run out bleeding from the mouth before I feel Skate pull me off of the male I had beaten pretty badly. As soon as my mind catches up I feel a strong sting from my cheek and blood from my lip. Y/n rushes over with a wet paper towel and starts dabbing my wounded area. “We should head back to the hotel.” She says to me. Sammy and Skate stay as they’re still in good shape. We get back and I lay on the bed. Y/n runs out with the ice bucket. She comes back putting the ice in a bag and wrapping a paper towel around it. She straddles my body while she lays the ice on my cheek. I hiss in pain as the wound is still fresh. She then takes a towel with alcohol on it and rubs my bottom lip. This time I grunt in pain as it stings. She laughs enjoying the fact I’m in pain for once. She then blows on the sting cooling it down making it feel better. I moan as it now feels better. I can see y/n enjoying the noises I make so I send her a smirk. She can’t help but giggle. I didn’t like when she does things for me only because I want to spoil her. But I could get use to this nurse thing. The way her eyes sparkle knowing she’s taking care of me is a sight I’d never trade. She lays her head down on my chest. Relaxing the rest of her body on mine. I loved the feeling of her on me. Her presence was something indescribable. The butterflies in my stomach start to tell me something. I think I’m falling in love.

Your POV

You were happy you had someone like Derek around to protect you. It made you feel secure. Taking care of him was something you loved. You laughed as he winced in pain. It showed he’s not as tough as he makes himself seem. You lay down on him enjoying the feeling of him under you. You enjoyed being in control every once in a while. Your stomach churns as you can’t help but feel in love as you drift off into sleep.

*I’m sorry if this sucked and is short I’m drugged up from my wisdom teeth medicine. I hope you enjoy and a HUGE thank you to @wilkinsonsmainchick​ for helping me out with ideas for this part!*

anonymous asked:

He's lying through his teeth, but at the same time, I kinda empathize with him. He just wants to give his generic "the experience was lovely" statement when it comes to Snake so that her people don't try to humiliate him anymore. What he probably didn't expect was that Taffy would mention him awkwardly rambling about the situation and coming to her hotel room early in the morning to clear things up by being all corny. There's just no polite way to dig outta the bullshit without insulting Snake.

I understand that-he can’t tell the truth- but the lies about the paps and the tank top are hard to swallow.

“I’m afraid I’ll get hurt. I think that no matter how hard I try, I will always find myself coming back to you. And that scares me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she looked away so that he couldn’t see how hurt she really was.

He swallowed and reached for her hand. She didn’t let go. He wanted to tell her how much she means to him. He wanted to tell her he still had feelings for her that never stopped. He wanted to tell her everything that ever kept him up at night. But instead he let his lips say what he never got to say. To speak the unspoken against the sweet taste of hers.

“Don’t be scared. Come back to me”

—  I’m still in love with her

anonymous asked:

"Hi~! May I have a reaction where your normal attire for both stage and daily life are always tomboyish, and the BF is use to it and thinks nothing of it but you decide to change it up and wear a sexy outfit for a stage performance ?"- with simon d, taewoon and zico. love you guys

Simon would jokingly try to cover his friends eyes when she stepped out in her new outfit, telling others to look away from his girlfriend. When he saw her backstage he would struggle to keep his hands off her not caring who saw his affections.

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Taewoon would be fanboying so hard when he noticed what she was wearing. He’d be squealing in his chair completely memorised by her appearance, not able to keep still. He’d wouldn’t want her to dress like that in front of everyone though since it was still new for him.

Originally posted by wootaeng

Zico would be in shock and would have his mouth hanging open when he saw how good she looked. When he saw her later he’d still be hypnotised by her revealing outfit and would beg her to show him more of her sexy outfits. 

Originally posted by pyojamas

- Admin E

wow i am so not okay stiles’s face when he says theres no time, when he gives up fighting and he knows he’s going to get taken and theres no saving him so he turns all his attention to lydia and he tells her maybe the last thing he’ll ever tell her and he’s been trying so hard to move on and be okay but he still loves her and so he tells her because it might be the last chance he has 

Judy is the disciplinary when it comes to children. She loves fiercely, strongly, passionately, and knows that with love comes sacrifice and a firm hand. She kinda wears her emotions on her sleeve; they’re always there. So her kids try really hard to please her because when your mom is Judy Hopps it can get a little intimidating, but she never pressures her kids. She constantly tell them, “Be the best you you can be.” 

Nick is prone to spoiling his kids. Not too much. He’s the parent that counter balances Judy’s style, but they’re equal to each other and always talk things out. It’s rare when he’s exhibits true anger/sadness, but when he does, they know they’ve really messed up. He’s also the parent the kids will come to whenever they’re emotionally conflicted. He feels like a failure when they feel they can’t come to him about anything on their mind.

horses are not about ribbons or championships. They are not put on this earth to feed our egos or empower us. They are out here to teach us life lessons about patience, loyalty, and love. Difficult horses are put with people for a reason. I assured her that as a judge, I can tell she is a very competent rider with a very difficult situation. I commended her tactful handling of the problem he gave her. Now, she needs to try hard to find the root of his insecurities and help him be all he can become. This, I believe is the real reason we have these wonderful creatures.
So for you out there showing this weekend, remember it is not about the glory of the prize, but about the partnership with your wonderful friend.
Enjoy the shows, but enjoy your horse more :)
—  Melonie Kessler, dressage judge 

Klayley is so going to happen and what’s funny is haters were saying it wouldn’t and they’re still indenial

Hayley is the Queen and Klaus is her King

The very fact that Klaus is trying so hard not to feel anything for Hayley is telling, but then the fact that she’s one he pushes away constantly and is scared of letting in, tells you its her he’s scared of falling in love with.

He doesn’t act the way he does with Hayley towards anyone else.He has feelings for her we all know, but the fact that he keeps denying he feels anything for her, tells me right there that Mr. Klaus Mikaelson the man who fears love is finally met the woman he knows is and is actually falling in love with, and her name doesn’t start with a C.

Her name is Hayley Marshall.

also i feel like we should talk about the implications of Dominator breaking Wander’s banjo. Like I know he repaired it, but the banjo has always been a symbol of Wander trying to convert evil to goodness; I feel like it’s a subtle way of telling us that Dominator is one villain Wander can’t change, no matter how hard he tries. And I love that for two reasons: one, I really don’t WANT Dominator to “turn good” because she is an amazing villain, and two, it leaves questions like how Wander is going to stop Dominator. After all, he can’t let her destroy the galaxy - so what is he willing to do to stop her?

@hopelesshybriid | continued from

He was smiling at her through the window with his books pressing up against his chest, but she didn’t notice. She was beautiful, to say the least, but she was powerful, too. Hope stepped through the cracks and made way through the library door.

He arched his brow at her, and she smiled back. The hybrid pressed his lips together, and as he prepared to tell her about the spell he had been trying oh-so hard to learn– something changed. The world grew darker, and the people vanished, and Bonnie wasn’t exactly just Bonnie anymore. She had fallen from grace, and her eyes had been both bloodshot and black at the same time.

She had snapped, and she shoved him hard straight through a wall with only the light movement of her wrist. She was ready to hurt the youngest of the Mikaelson’s, but Hope pushed his body forward and opened his eyes as swear continued dripping from the top of his forehead.

It was just another bad dream about losing someone.

Since she had met Hope Mikaelson, her life had seemed to completely change yet again. She was used to the change, but she hadn’t thought it could continue to change so much more. However, if it meant that she had him around, she could suck it up and see change as a good thing.

She approached his room on campus, her brow furrowing as she felt a sort of bad energy in the air. Something was wrong, it was just a gut feeling that she had. Pushing through the hallways, she walked faster to the hybrid’s room knocking on the door several times once she reached it.

She wasn’t sure what it was, but she had to be sure that he was okay. Stepping back from the door, she waited for an answer, hoping to hear movement soon enough. “Hope?” she called through the door.

Please, tell me I didn’t just see Milady asking (begging) Athos to come with her and rebuild their marriage together.

Tell me he didn’t realize he wanted to be with her again, despite everything, their history, their actions.

Tell me he didn’t leave everything because he understood she had always been the one.

Tell me she didn’t have that forget-me-not wiht her, and hope in her heart to see him going back to her.

Tell me she didn’t leave before he arrived, thinking he didn’t care about her enough.

Tell me he wasn’t too late, to say her he loved her and wanted EVERYTHING with her again, and that he couldn’t be without her.

My God, I just want to curl under my Milathos feels to protect my heart and my soul from this pain (I swear, I think it’s slowly killing me) and cry until I have no more tears.

My babies, they had so many hard times in their lives, and now when they could finally try to start over again together, he’s too late, and she think he doesn’t love her. 

And when I saw Athos’ face, and I saw him realizing he just missed her, realizing that he is too late, I just wanted to hide in my bedroom and never come out, beacuse, guys, THOSE EYES. The sadness, and regret and guilt in them, it’s too dangerous for my heart.

Please, give me the strenght to hold on until next season, when I’m sure she’ll be back, or he’ll find her, they’ll fix things, they’ll kick asses together and they’ll have something like twenty children.

Let me dream, or I might die.