i have no one to talk to know

I want NTs to understand how easily I’m thrown off my guard.
I want them to know that sometimes one bad social interaction, one word yelled at me, one loud noise startling me can impact me for the next few minutes or even hours. Seemingly small things like these can make me shut down and give me sensory overload or set off anxiety or a combination of all three. I want them to try to understand that sometimes, things that are seemingly unimportant to them can have a huge impact on an autistic person.

An open letter to Ladybug

I have some thoughts regarding the whole Dark Cupid debacle.  Specifically, this:

  • you know Chat Noir loves you
  • due to the fact that he (almost) told you
  • not 10 minutes before
  • his intention obviously got through by the look on your face
  • then you decided “hey, true love’s kiss is a thing”
  • and used that tired trope to free him
  • on one hand, yay it worked?
  • on the other, y’all are gonna have a Talk if he ever finds out you did that
  • here’s the thing
  • you’re chasing after a guy you’re only sorta friends with
  • you can’t even string a coherent sentence together around him half the time
  • while this sweet, brave, stupidly attractive boy LOVES YOU
  • you talk to him, laugh with him and even flirt with him
  • we’ve all seen the flirts, Ladybug
  • you literally just broke a spell using True Love’s Kiss
  • which means not only does he love you, but you’re his true love
  • or he’s yours
  • think about that
  • *mic drop*

Don’t you just love a good rainstorm? We had one last night, and I love falling asleep to the sound of rain, but I also love waking up–especially in spring–after the rain.  Everything is so green and it feels like all of my flowers and plants have grown overnight.  I was intending to go into the office today, but it’s too beautiful and peaceful here for that.  I don’t have any meetings today, so nothing’s stopping me from working from home. :D

The last couple of nights, the husband has been talking about feeling restless at his job and wanting something different.  I know part of it is that they’re opening a new fab and as a manager, he has to do a lot (more) of boring paperwork/inspections/approvals and those are things he hates.  But, I think it’s also management in general. The husband loves engineering.  He loves it and he’s brilliant at it.  He does not love meetings/paperwork/talking too often with people.  He is good at those things, too, but who cares about that when you hate what you’re doing? 

Every time he brings it up, he then also has to talk about how happy he is in every other aspect of his life, “so who cares if I don’t love my job?” And, he has to note all of the things his job provides: excellent health coverage, a good salary, stability, etc.  *eye roll*  Look, I love the fact that my husband takes his role as a “provider” very seriously.  He’s great at it and I definitely appreciate it.  But, I keep trying to beat into his brain that WE DON’T NEED THAT MUCH.  I told him last night that he’s worried about being TOO good at it.  We could maintain our current lifestyle even if he took a fairly significant pay cut.  We don’t spend that much, and I’ve written several times before that we feel much happier and more comfortable living below our means.  The whole point of that is so no one feels trapped.  Obviously, it’s awesome that he feels happy in every other aspect of his life, but work is a BIG part of how most of us spend our days.  If there’s a chance he could be happy doing something different, he should at least look into it.  And, that’s what I told him (repeatedly…maybe one of these days it’ll sink in).  We have the goal/desire to retire early, and I know that a lower salary would mean saving less, but what’s the point in retiring early if you’ve been miserable for years leading up to that retirement!?  Goals are not set in stone!  If we work a few more years, then we work a few more years.  And, we won’t mind so much if we like the work!!!!  The man is stubborn.  Fortunately for him, so am I.  ;)  I’m going to make him see reason if it kills me! 

I just have a lot of feelings about nygmobblepot 

so, I always end up thinking of oswald’s quote from season 1: “When you know what a man loves, you know what can kill him." and how, after shooting oswald, ed is going to feel like he died that day too.

and he’s not going to know why he feels that way, he won’t understand, he’ll probably feel lost which adds to the idea of him trying to find himself and becoming the riddler, then one day it’s just going to hit him that he feels this way because he’s in love with oswald

I mean, I believe he’s been in love with oswald this whole time but he never got that moment where it really hit him (on a conscious level, perhaps on a deeper level he was somewhat aware), whereas oswald did. we saw oswald realise his feelings during the fireplace scene in 3x05 and then it was confirmed in 3x06, we haven’t had that moment with ed, but we will. I mean, this picture lends its hand to that. 

and then, because I love pain, you have ed’s quote from season 2: “for some men, love is a source of strength. but for you and I, it will always be our most crippling weakness.” but this was after he’d killed kristen and as we know any love there was obsessive and even if he genuinely did love her (which I believe he did) it was always doomed. and with isabella we the audience know that wasn’t love and even if it was, it’s different with oswald, they have a history that goes far beyond just being in love.

this just adds to this idea that ed is going to realise he’s in love with oswald and that’s why he feels so much pain. he’s going to realise that it was only his most crippling weakness because what he had with kristen and isabella wasn’t real love, but with oswald it is.

also, in terms of oswald’s mother she was only his most crippling weakness because he kept her in the dark and refused to distance himself from her to keep her safe, yes that’s partly down to love, but also partly down to arrogance and wanting more than he could have (i.e. being king of gotham and having his mother by his side). but what we’ve seen from season 3 is actually love has had some pretty positive effects on oswald,

anyway, it’s 5am and I’m not used to getting up this early so you can blame that and also @endless-nygmobblepot​ a little for this

anonymous asked:

Rick was flirting with Jadis when they first met. Jadick is rising!!!!! Spoilers confirm it. Richonne is dead.

Originally posted by droneandting

Firstly: Richonne is not dead. Richonne is life. Richonne is one of the only good things this show has going for it.

Originally posted by yesiamarebelliousflower

Secondly: What the eff is a ‘Jadick’? And it’s ‘rising’? Eww.

I don’t know what you’re even talking about, but if it’s J-Bangs and Rick (shudders) together, then you need to fuck right off.

Originally posted by unexplored-girl

Seriously, is that the ship name? LOL No. Just no.

Mate, I am trying to stay away from spoilers, and people have to come to me with their anonymous bullshit.

Originally posted by everythingstarstuff

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7:04 PM
Please come home so that we can talk about this. I know that I fucked up, I fucked up so bad, but I know we can get past this. I love you, Archer.

8:36 PM
Are you alright? I’m so worried about you.

9:53 PM 
Where are you? Please just tell me you’re alright

9:55 PM (from Archer)
I’m looking for a husband my own age, like you told me to. One I can start a family with right away whether he wants to or not.

9:56 PM
Archer, please come home. I love you. I am so so sorry. 
Please, baby. I know I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness but I will do anything for it

9:56 PM (from Archer)
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE

9:57 PM
I can’t. You’re my husband, my heart & everything that I have ever wanted. Please just come home so that we can talk

10:24 PM
You’re not coming home, are you?

10:32 PM (from Archer)
No!! You’ll be lucky if I EVER come home to you & your bullshit

10:33 PM
I understand. I love you so much, Archer. I am sorry, more than you know. I am very sorry for what I did. You’re right. I was selfish & inconsiderate.

11:45 PM
I’m not sure where you are. I can only hope that you are safe. I know I won’t be able to sleep until you are by my side once again. So I will wait forever for you & for your forgiveness if I have to. I love you, gorgeous. Always & forever, I love you.

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psst… if anyone wants to send me some angsty…

I want something angsty AU with mixed wires and both thinking they have missed their chance with each other. Yes. That’s vague.

Vague and yet I love it?? I doubt I could write anything good enough to keep you reading but i’ll try lol. It’s short and sweet but i hope it’s okay.


She should have known this would have been her luck. Apparently good things don’t happen for Emma Swan. Ever.

“You want to talk about it?” David asked her as he settled a hot mug in front of her slouching form at the breakfast bar.

“I don’t even know where to start.”

She really didn’t. How does one explain to their older brother their boy troubles, when said brother may have just been the cause of them in the firs place?

“The beginning always helps.”


She’d met Killian on her second day in her new job. She was unaware that the Storybrooke archive was such a large department. She’d expected it to be just her in a musty basement; instead she was part of a seven-person team with a floor all to themselves.  She’d already met Leroy, Ariel, Belle, Merlin and Archie, and had a brief introduction to August who apparently was seldom there. But Killian, she’d had the pleasure of meeting on her second day. He was cheeky, flirty, infuriatingly happy and extremely easy on the eyes. Which of course made Emma dislike him from the start.

Not wanting to cause trouble in a job she’d only just started, she gritted her teeth and chose to ignore him, which was a task in itself. Slowly, she found herself interacting with him more, apparently giving the brush off only encouraged him and Emma couldn’t help that a small part of her began to enjoy the back and forth.

The first time he asked her out, she flat out told him no with a cold harsh tone to her voice. He’d faltered at the knock back but accepted her rejection like a trooper and resumed their strange friendship as if it had never happened.

She’d often come back to her desk to find a steaming cup of fresh Starbucks coffee waiting for her, with his prosthetic curled around it.

“Don’t let it go cold, love. That nearly cost me an arm and a leg.” He’d wink over at her, chuckling at his ridiculous joke. Somewhere between scowling at his poor humour and returning his false limb, he wormed his way into her affections.

Over six months they became closer, and after a few after work outings with others, they learned more about each other and just how much in common they had. Casual texting became more frequent and grabbing a bite to eat at the local diner after work became a regular occurrence.

They’d become friends.

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so as you guys may know, i reached 5k the other day!!! i am super grateful that so many people follow me and i wanted to give back to my followers by doing this follow forever!! all of the blogs on this post are beautiful and have amazing content, defiantly check them out!!!! favorite blogs are in bold 

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once again thank you all for 5k!! i am so grateful for all of my followers and i hope you all continue to enjoy my blog 

How Reyes Vidal stole my heart (and will probably steal yours too)

From even before I started playing Mass Effect Andromeda, I was 100% sure I was going to romance Jaal. Jaal all the way. Nothing but Jaal, Jaal, Jaal. I mean, have you seen his eyes? Or heard his voice? That’s one sexy alien.

Jaal and I had a really good thing going, you know. First we became friends. We took our time getting to know eachother. Slowly, our friendship turned into something more. Our talks became flirty and giggly, even suggestive. It was a lot of fun and it was pretty clear where the two of us were headed.

Then, I was asked to go to Kadara. That wonderful planet full of outcasts and outlaws. I immediately felt at home among all those angry exiles. Jaal hated it. He was complaining all the time - about the people, the air, the water, the temperature, everything. “You want to go back to the Tempest?” I asked him sharply. “I didn’t know that was an option,” he answered sourly. It wasn’t exactly a fight, but we definitely had our first disagreement. And it annoyed me, because I had backed him in everything from the first time I met him. But when we got to Kadara and the Badlands, to that place that I really liked, he couldn’t even just stay silent about not liking it. I also had to admit that I was actually freaking out a little bit about how open he was about his feelings. I mean, I know the Angaran wear their hearts on their sleeves, but jfc.

So Jaal went back to the Tempest so the two of us could take a little breather from eachother, and I hung around Kadara port without him, waiting to meet up with some contact with the code name Shena. I was just hanging at the bar, waiting for a person I assumed was an Angaran lady, when a guy behind me said: “You look like you’re waiting for someone.” Ugh yes, and I’m not here to get hit on, so go away. I turned around and he presented his hand for me to shake: “Shena. But you can call me Reyes. I hate code names.”

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I’m sorry what? This is Shena? You are Shena? I giggled like a 13 year old and took the drink he offered me. He then proceeded to give me a lot of important information about Kadara port’s “politics” in a very charming accent. I should probably have paid attention to what he was saying, but I couldn’t stop looking at him. Just when I thought I’d gotten my giggling under control, I asked him about our new mission: “How do I contact you if things go south?” He answered:

Originally posted by mistiv

My loins! Seriously, I’m still not quite sure what happened. He left fielded me so hard I’m still dizzy. All I know is that from that point on my heart belonged to Reyes Vidal.

But what about Jaal?

Jaal…

Jaal who?

Boku No Hero Light Novel II Translations.

Chapter 1, Commence the Study Groups! Final Part

(そろそろの勉強会)

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4]

t/n: I’d never expect I’d finish this chapter so soon, but nonetheless I hope everyone’s been enjoying it so far! In regards to next translations, I’ll be picking out chapters I feel are the most fun and would be most interesting for people to read, so I’ll be skipping a couple :( but with that being said, I’d probably go back to translate them at a later time in life (this goes for the first light novel too), So right now it’s a toss up between two chaps; a+b girls having a girly night and talking about which guys they’d date AND a+b boys arm wrestling and well… being boys ^_^ pls let me know if there’s one you’d like to read first, if not I’ll just randomly choose or smth.

but yeahhhh, once again thank you so much for reading!!!!  ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

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anonymous asked:

i thought id share something that happened today. there's a guy in my class who messaged me today "anything new on reverse?" i started to celebrate bc i have a special place in my heart for people who read fanfiction im in love with and talk to me about it (at the same time i was paranoid like how does he know i read it too did he hack me or??) but it turned out i just forgot we had discussed earlier the code we needed to write for programming class and one of the functions was called reverse :(

xD That’s very amusing! 

Good Enough

Originally posted by sonsuzluga-nokta


“Oi, John boy.” You call out as you shove your way through the mass of people in the bar, joining him at the counter.

“What’s up Y/N?” He says, throwing back his drink.

“Have you seen your ass of a brother lately?” You say, Harry working quickly to get you your drink.

John scoffs, setting his cup down. “Depends, which one are you talking about?”

You give him the stare that you were not playing around, taking a sip. “Arthur.”

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anonymous asked:

When do you think Ron and Hermione realized they had feelings for the other person?

Good lord, this message has been in my inbox for so long! And I am extremely sorry for the delay, Anon!

I have so much to say on this that I didn’t even know how to put it all in one post without making it look like a novel in itself. Thank goodness @coyotelaughingsoftly has already done the job for me by creating the masterpiece called To Know You Is To Love You. (I am assuming you have already read TKYITLY, in case you haven’t- READ it NOW!)

If we are talking about an exact moment, I guess for Hermione it would have been sometime during their third year- during the time of the famous Cat-Rat fight. I feel the months when Ron and she spent not talking to each other was the time when she truly realized what he meant to her. 

If my memory doesn’t fail me (i haven’t read PoA in a while), she was utterly miserable and was always described as being very upset. True, the Time-Tuner and so many subjects would be draining her for sure, but if we fast-forward to their fifth year, even with the pressure of O.W.Ls which she surely felt she needed to ace, Umbridge, the DA and her prefect duties, she wasn’t as miserable. And yes, Harry was in bad shape and frequently poured his frustration on Ron and Hermione. Was she so miserable about it? No.

What I mean to say is, being the more emotionally mature one of the two, Hermione would have figured out that her feelings for Ron ran deeper than friendship way before our favorite Weasley realized his. It makes more sense for her to be upset about his angry taunts to Lavender about how Hermione didn’t care much for other’s pets, knowing that she had feelings for this oblivious bloke, doesn’t it? I wish Harry was more observant, but from the little that he saw of her (or realized what was going on in her head), all signs clearly point towards a broken heart because Hermione surely thought she had broken things between them beyond repair? Because perhaps she had no clue how to mend it? Or, quite possibly she was afraid she would only make it worse and would lose Ron forever? Of course, she hugged him when Ron agreed to help her with her research for saving Buckbeak! If that wasn’t a dead giveaway, I don’t even know what was.  

As far as Ron is concerned, alas he was a little slow, to say the least. He cared for her since the time they became friends, that much we know. And our little hero did unbelievably well to win the girl’s heart (come on, who wouldn’t love a knight who sacrificed himself for his friends? Or burp slugs to defend her honor? I would, and Hermione sure did). But did he realize he actually fancied her before the Yule Ball? I doubt. As I have mentioned earlier, my story A Pesky Little Thought is all about that moment of realization. 

However, I don’t think Hermione looking drop dead gorgeous that day had anything to make Ron suddenly start fancying her. This point comes up way too often, and by Ron bashers too. What they fail to comprehend is that Ron was a fourteen-year-old confused teen. Which fourteen-year-old boy is in tune with his emotions, I ask? In fact, I find it utterly cute that Ron never noticed Hermione is a girl. Well, I am sure he knew she was a girl, but he saw her his best friend, just as the same with Harry. How is that wrong? Yes, Ron was a little slow to figure out that he liked her a little differently than he liked Harry, and I am sure, that realization would have both shocked and confused him initially. It takes seeing her with another bloke for him to understand that he doesn’t want anyone else next to her- and takes a little more to understand that he wants that place for himself. That the bloke is Krum only added fuel to fire (made him more insecure) but I am sure he would have been equally jealous had it been Neville or Harry. 

So I just found out that the first person I ever came out as ace, actually hate asexual people and don’t think we belong in the LGBT community and that we are not oppressed. This person used to be one of my best friends back in 2015 and before that I used to have a crush on them. I know we didn’t talked for ages but I still feel betrayed and hurt.

#WednesdayWisdom

I Know Everything

 I want to share a pearl of wisdom someone passed on to me “A wise man once said: nothing.” This quote is particularly profound, in my opinion, because it shows that sometimes the best thing to say is nothing at all. It also highlights the notion that true wisdom is knowing the extent of one’s own ignorance.

Knowing how much you don’t know is a great way of humbling oneself and staying grounded. When we speak we can only regurgitate what we already know - but when we listen we gain the opportunity to learn something new. This is why we have 2 ears and one mouth - to listen twice as much as we speak.

The wise man saying nothing indicates that he is wise for not speaking - as he is making use of the opportunity to learn something new. This indicates that he understands the extent of his own ignorance and is open to learning more by listening more than he talks.

I used to talk a lot - until I realised that I wasn’t learning anything new - talking only reinforces what you already know. When I started making a conscious effort to listen twice as much as I spoke I began to learn useful things that helped me along my journey of conscious evolution.

When others share their journeys with me I make sure to pay close attention to them - as this opens up opportunities for me to see myself in their position and learn of other perceptions of the same situations. Through listening to others I’ve been able to adopt perceptions that serve me and leave behind ones that don’t.

During these human experiences we are all students and teachers - yet we can only learn from one another if we take the time to listen. Ask yourself what you’d like to learn today and seek out this knowledge in the questions you ask and the conversations you involve yourself in.

When you speak you reinforce what you know - when you listen you may learn something new.

Peace & positive vibes.

Okay but I can’t get this out of my mind…. imagine Kara and Lena knowing each other as teenagers. Lena doesn’t know the full story, she just knows Kara has been through hell and she’s still trying to come back from it. So Lena is there for Kara, always, every time she needs her. Whether it’s to talk, for a distraction, for cuddles, to just sit in silence for hours, next to each other but not too close either, she’s here. Lena is willing to give her anything Kara needs, anything Kara wants.
One day she finds Kara on the rooftop of the Danvers house and her first emotion is fear. Fear that Kara is choosing to give up. Fear that it’s all too much for Kara. Fear that Lena wasn’t enough to make it easier. Then Lena has this inexplicable feeling that even if Kara jumps, she will be safe. She trusts her. Kara wouldn’t give up, Lena knows this. Kara has always been much stronger than Lena could ever hope to be. So she just stands close to her even though she’s afraid she’ll slip and fall, but Lena knows that Kara would catch her anytime she needs it. Lena isn’t afraid to jump with Kara.

huge tales of berseria spoilers under cut and it’s just me sperging over it so nothing special but you’ve been warned btw IT’S A HUGE GODDAMN SPOILER DON’T READ IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED THE GAME AND IF YOU HAVE YOU PROBABLY KNOW WHICH ONE I’M TALKING ABOUT

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i-ballart  asked:

Bendy would learn Japanese just to sing セックス大好き(I love sex) and no one would know what he's talking about and he's have the most innocent look on his face while singing it so no one really bothered. Bonus: Henry looks up the translate and he screams in terror

I sweat to god that lil shit is gonna get so many bars of soap in his mouth.

Shadows

A/N: Since I have now reached 100 followers, I decided to post this one-shot as a celebration.  Enjoy!

Based off of the song Shadows by  Sabrina Carpenter.


Amanda Larsen was the newest addition to the Avengers and the most mysterious and secretive. She rarely talked, and when she did, she was always quiet and usually only spoke to Natasha or Clint, the ones who found her in an abandoned Hydra base.

The others only knew a few small details of her past.

Captured by Hydra.

Experimented on by Hydra.

Brainwashed by Hydra.

She was one of their assassins, forced to kill hundreds (though it felt like thousands to her) of people. Innocent people.

They were often awoken in the middle of the night by her screams of terror.

She could never get away from the blood shed, the guilt, the pain. Not even in her sleep.

Any time any of them tried to comfort her, even Natasha and Clint, she turned away, and became even colder towards everyone, so they decided to let her be.

No one could imagine what she went through.

Three years after she was brought to Avengers Tower, she was finally comfortable.

She talked more, she actually smiled and laughed.

She was as close to being happy as she could get, and that was all she wanted.

When Steve introduced his friend Bucky to the team, she couldn’t help but notice how much he acted like her, when she first arrived.

It didn’t take long for her to develope feelings for him.

Of course everyone noticed almost right away.

Whenever he entered the room, her eyes got brighter.

If he talked to her, she listened to every word as if it were the most important thing in the world.

If she got him to smile, she would act like she just won the Olympics.

Yeah, everyone noticed, but the man himself.

It wasn’t that he didn’t fell the same. No, he defiantly felt the same. It was that he felt as if he wasn’t good enough. She was too good, too pure. At least to him she was. He knew about her past, and he didn’t care. If anything, it made him care for her more.

But, his self hatred made him blind to her feelings.

And she was too afraid.

Too afraid of the rejection she’s faced all her life.

Her nightmares still came. They never stopped. Every night she was back in the chair, back with Hydra, she just learned to not wake up screaming.

She never could fall back asleep after a nightmare, and she never wanted to. She was too afraid that they would come back.

She jerked awake in a cold sweat.

This nightmare was different from the rest.

She was still back in the cold dark clutches of Hydra, but this time, instead of being forced to kill a faceless innocent, it Bucky.

That was when she knew.

She knew that she was in love with him.

Little did she know, he was in the same predicament.

After her late night realization, she avoided Bucky like the plague.

She was getting too close and any time she got close to someone, they were ripped from her hands.

She became colder and more reserved. She barely talked ton anyone. She was going back to the way she was.

All while Bucky was wondering what he did wrong.

She hardley spoke to him. If he walked into a room and she was there, she quickly left. She could barely look at him.

This continued for a month until he got her where she couldn’t escape.

She kept having the same nightmare.

Killing Bucky.

It’s been the same one for a month. Each one worse than the last.

She’s now seeked the roof for comfort. Sitting there until the sun started to rise.

She was always alone up there. No oone knew that she did it.

Except for one person.

Bucky had noticed her going out there the night before, and decided that this was the night to confront her.

She was looking up at the sky when she heard the door open and foot steps approaching her.

She have to look to know who it was.

He sat down next to her and they were both silent for a beat.

“Why’ve you been avoiding me?” He asked softly. He didn’t give her a chance to answer before he continued. “Have I done something wrong? Did I say something? Do something?”

She could almost laugh. Of course he would think that he did something wrong. He was simply too good.

Too good for me. She thought sadly.

“No James.” He smiled at that. She never did call him Bucky. It was always James. “You didn’t do something. I did.” She spoke so quietly he probably wouldn’t have heard her if he didn’t have enhanced hearing.

His eyebrows drew together in confusion.

She took a deep breath, preparing herself for her confession, his rejection and the end of their friendship. Or rather, what was left of it.

“Wha-” He started, but she cut him off.

“I fell in love with you.” His eyes widened. “And I know you don’t feel the same, because no one could love me, I understand and I’m sorry for ruining our friendship.”

She got up and started walking to words the door, tears streaming down her face.

Before she could reach the door, he grabbed her wrist and spun her around.

She opened her mouth to say something, but was silenced by his lips crashing down on her own.

To say she was shocked would’ve been the understatement of the century.

It took a few moments for her to realize what was happening, but once she did, she returned the kiss eagerly.

She’s not sure how long they stand there, lips locked, his left arm around her waist the other inertwined in her honey blonde hair and her arms around his neck, once hand playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, but eventually, they had to break apart for air.

“I love you too.” He murmured.

After that night, the nightmares don’t come anymore.

All because of a certain soldier right beside her.

Protecting her.

Needing her.

Loving her.