i want sarah to come back and see this

“Because her safety always would come first. For him, keeping her protected, keeping her alive, would always come first. He’d learned it the hard way.

Her heart strained, and she pulled back to lift a hand to his face. Rowan read the softness in her eyes, her body, and his own inherent fierceness slipped into a gentleness that so few would ever see. Her throat ached with the effort of keeping the words in.

She’d been in love with him for a while now. Longer than she wanted to admit.”

-Empire of Storms

Dating Hannah Baker Would Include
  • braiding her hair
  • wearing each other’s clothes
  • visiting her at the Crestmont just to watch her work
  • “So are you going to buy a ticket, or?”
  • dates at Monet’s
  • nicknames
  • she always asks you how your day went
  • you ask her the same question
  • even though you two were with each other for most of the day
  • “How can you hate roses? Everyone loves roses.”
  • “Everyone but me.”
  • not too big on PDA
  • you boop her nose a lot
  • being very protective over her
  • you always stand up for her
  • “Honeybunch, you don’t have to worry about them. You have me, come on, let’s go eat some ice cream.”
  • losing your shit when you heard that Jessica slapped her
  • almost fighting her
  • being upset that so many people were going after your girlfriend when she’s done nothing wrong
  • her haircut
  • “Oh-wow.”
  • “What, you don’t like it?”
  • “It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just so… sudden. When have you ever mentioned cutting your hair before?”
  • noticing she hasn’t been telling you everything lately
  • you go over to her house the night she tries to commit suicide
  • you meet her on her doorstep just as she’s coming back from what you assume was a walk
  • she’s startled to see you
  • “Y/N, what are you doing here?”
  • “I just wanted to see if you were okay.”
  • she breaks down in tears before you could even finish your sentence
  • you bring her inside and hold her close as she tells you what she was about to do
  • you start crying too
  • you make sure to never let her out of your sight
  • she looks out for you and you look out for her
  • you just want the best for her and she wants the best for you

Originally posted by cassiesullivan


Just Friends

Harry leaned against the wall, propping himself with his shoulders, his arms crossed. He watched as she stood in the kitchen with Mitch, laughing. She held the bowl in her hand, her other hand mixing the batter. Mitch sat at the table telling her a story, but Harry couldn’t look away from her. 

He wasn’t sure when the feelings appeared, he had known her for a year now. They met through Sarah, Harry already knew the brunette who lived across the hall, but then Sarah’s old high school friends moved in, Y/N. She seemed to get along with everyone, everyone but him. Harry had tried to get to know her, he did. But she  would simply answer the question and walk away, she never seemed interested in what Harry had to say, and that upset him, a lot. 

“What are you guys talking about?” Harry asked, pushing himself off the wall and walking towards the table. 

She hated being the center of attention, she preferred to stand against the wall and watch others. She preferred to take the seat in the back of the classroom, the seat where no one would notice her. The teacher would call out her name she would squeak out a small ‘here’, even that small moment gave her anxiety. She hated having eyes on her, never knowing what the person was thinking. She had attended the school for years now, and some kids didn’t even know who she was. She was the opposite of him, and to this day she still had no idea how he noticed her, how she belonged in his friend group. 

She had seen Harry, he was always there, making her nervous. She didn’t want to sound stupid in front of him, embarrass herself. From the moment she saw him her heart seemed to race, her palms would start to sweat, she just wanted him to notice her, but she didn’t want to step out of her comfort zone. 

He loved having all eyes on him. Harry enjoyed being the center of attention, he loved being the one everyone listened to. He loved making people laugh and smile. In High School, he loved having friends and sneaking out late at night to hang out with them. He was the class clown. He loved playing sports, having people cheer his name on the sidelines. He was used to it, ever since he was little he liked having the attention on him. Harry still didn’t understand how he couldn’t get her attention though, how he couldn’t get her to notice him.

Harry loved hearing her laugh, he loved hearing her stupid jokes. Harry loved hearing her sing to herself when she thought she was alone in the apartment and he would run over to grab something. He loved her singing to the group in the car, music blasting, her legs propped up on the seat, she would toss her head back and yell along with the music. He loved it when she would look at him, but then blush and look away. 

“I was telling Y/N how you slipped in the shower last week,” Mitch stated, making Y/N giggle.

She turned, grabbing a small pan and butter, “so what’s this cake for?” Harry asked. 

“Oh, uh, work,” she mumbled, pouring the batter in the mix. 

“Her office is having a party,” Mitch added. 

Harry loved Mitch, he did, but he just wanted to strangle the long haired man. He hated the fact that Y/N was so comfortable and open around Mitch and not him, he hated how she was open to everyone but him, it’s almost like she disliked Harry. 

“Where did you learn to bake?” Harry asked, pulling the seat back and sitting down. 

“It’s just a box,” she stuttered, opening the oven. 

“I used to work in a bakery maybe I can teach you,” Harry offered, a smile on his lips. 

She doesn’t respond. she’s not sure what to say. But her cheeks are pink. 

“But your shit at baking,” Mitch says. 

Harry shoots him a glare, “’m not,” Harry snapped.

“So Y/N, what are you doing tomorrow? We are all going out,” Harry adds. 

“Sorry I’m busy.”

“Where’s Y/N?” Harry asked, grabbing a chip off the table. 

“She had a date but the guy stood her up,” Sarah stated, rolling her eyes, “what an ass, anyway’s she wanted to be alone so she’s at home.”

“Stood up? Who would do that?” Harry asked.

“Some ass,” Mitch stated as if it were obvious.

Harry slumps back in his seat, “oh my god just go,” Sarah groans, “go talk to her.”

“She hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Sarah rolled her eyes, “she really likes you.”

“She can’t even look at me-”

“She’s a shy person Harry,” Sarah stated, “you make her nervous, she likes you.”

“She’s all you talk about so for the love of God ask her out,” Mitch pleads.

Y/N wraps the blanket around her sniffling. She had waited at the restaurant for three hours but Rick never showed. She was left at the table alone, and had to walk back alone. Her cheeks were pink and puffy and she just wanted to lay in bed and forget it. 

“Sarah?” She called, opening the door to her room and peeking down the hall.

She wipes her eyes, walking down the hall. She stops seeing Harry standing in their living room, “Sarah’s not here,” she whispered.

“I know,” Harry says, he takes off his jacket, placing it on the couch, “that guys an ass.”

“Oh god she told you?” Y/N’s hand comes up to her face, trying to hide from Harry. 

“You didn’t deserve that,” he says.

Y/N looks at her feet, “I’m going to bed,” she says. 

“Sarah says you like me,” Harry says as she turns, making her freeze, “but I think you hate me.”

“Which is a real shame because since the moment I met you I can’t stop thinking about you,” Harry admits, “and I’ve tried getting you to talk to me but you never seem to want to.”

“I don’t hate you,” she whispered.

“So what then? Is Sarah right?” Harry asked her. 

Her fist tighten around the blanket, not daring to look at him. She knew she wasn’t the kind Harry went after, “does it matter?” she asked. 

Harry steps behind her, his hand on her shoulder, “yes,” he whispered, turning her, “I feel like you hate me, and it hurts Y/N.”

“You hardly know me.”

“Because you ignore me! You act as if I’m not even a part of this friend group! It hurts Y/N! I like you, I want to date you, I want to take you out, I want to get to know you, and I hate that you spend your time with Mitch and Sarah and Jason but not me!”

“You like me?” she whispered. 

“Is it that so hard to believe?” He asked. 

“You hardly know me,” she repeats.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to get to know you,” Harry says, his hand reaching up to graze her cheek, cupping it, “give me a chance to get to know you.”

She closes her eyes, enjoying his touch, “okay,” she says, “yeah.”

He bends down, kissing her softly, “you won’t regret this Y/N,” he promises. 

I know this is not my best work but I hope ya’ll enjoyed it. I’ve been posting so much lately so I’m going to tone it down a bit so I can post some better quality work :) My request are always open!

modernbookfae  asked:

Nessian 10 + 11 Fictional Kiss Prompts 😘 (If you have time for two!)

Prompt: Staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them before giving in
I’ll do 10 cause Sarah asked me to do 11 for Elriel. For an extra dose of feels listen to I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith
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Cassian took in Nesta’s sleeping form. He would never tire of coming back to Velaris and seeing her - she was the only thing he ever wanted to see. She was curled up on the bed, half on his side, as if she had unconsciously tried to find him in her sleep. She had kicked off the sheets sometime during the night and they lay tangled around her calves, as if they were waves, kissing and caressing her flesh - as if she was a Goddess born out of seafoam.

He unbuckled his weapons belt and placed it slowly on top of their armoire, careful not to make any noise. He turned around again and watched her as he slowly undid the clasps of his flying leathers. He trailed his gaze over the contours of her slim body, covered only by a thin grey silk nightgown, and let his eyes linger over every dip and curve. Her skin looked impossibly smooth, unmarked, untouched, unblemished and it was so pale it seemed to be almost glowing in the moonlight. He would have thought her a statue carefully crafted out of the finest marble were it not for the steady rise and fall of her chest.

He removed the top part of his leathers and placed it silently on a chair before moving closer to the bed and working the fastenings of his trousers. His eyes followed the curve of her calf, the steep decline to the sensitive hollow at the back of her knee, the exposed flesh of her thighs, the arc of her hip where her nightgown was bunched up, the valley of her waist and the peaks of her breasts before dragging lazily over the compelling lines of her shoulder and the graceful column of her neck and finally resting on her face.

He dropped his trousers on the floor and climbed into bed next to her, gently, so as not to rouse her. He noticed her delicate hand resting on the pillow next to her face and with an impossibly soft touch he traced the contours of her fingers, his own fingers just barely brushing her skin. Wrist. Knuckle. Fingernail. Repeated five times as if he wanted to memorise the shape of each bone and muscle and tendon. He finally raised his eyes to her face, now inches away from his, and his breath whooshed out of him in a shaky sigh at her beauty. He doubted he would ever get used to how utterly devastating she was.

With the same ghosting touch, he traced the determined line of her brow and depression of her temple, hovered over her eyelid, her eyelashes, as delicate as strands of spider silk, tickling his skin. He followed the strong line of her nose, charted the curve of her cheekbone back to her temple before coming back down on the line of her jaw to the point of her chin.

At last, he set his eyes on the bow of her lips. They were slightly parted and her breath stirred the wisps of hair fanned out on her pillow. With a feather light touch, he followed the shape of her cupid’s bow, tracing her upper lip from one corner to the other, his fingers almost shaking from how much he loved her, every single thing about her, and how much he’d missed her while he had been away. He allowed himself a small indulgence and let his fingers graze the plump swell of her bottom lip. He stared at her rosebud mouth, at the sheer familiarity of every curve and crease and contour and willed his body not to move.

His heart constricted painfully, his windpipe felt like it was being choked by a tight fist and had he not been lying down already, the unadulterated force of his love for this female, this woman turned fae, this Goddess - his mate - would have brought him to his knees. He felt her every breath, keeping time with his own lungs. He felt her every thought and feeling as strongly as he felt his own. He felt the beat of her heart beating alongside his own. Two bodies crafted from the same stardust. Two instruments tuned to sing the same song, forever in perfect harmony.

Her mouth looked altogether way too inviting for him to resist and he had missed it - her mouth and every single part of her as well but oh, her wicked mouth! That he had missed the most. He was utterly hopeless before her. So he dipped his head and brushed his lips against hers for just a few heartbeats and the tightness in his chest eased and then worsened as he pulled away.

Nesta stirred slightly and shifted closer to him, placing her hand right above his heart and nestling her head in the crook of his arm, a faint smile on her lips, before murmuring a sleepy ‘welcome home’ and Cassian realised that for the first time in all the centuries he had been on earth, he finally knew what ‘home’ meant.  

heart for me

Rating: Explicit (smut, dirty talk, partially angsty, drunk sex)

Word count: 4.6k 

Harry is your ex. You two had broken up around three years ago, and you meet each other again at a bar when meeting up with your mutual friends.

A/N: This is my first attempt at self-insert fic so I do hope you enjoy. I’ll gladly take requests for any fic ideas you have if you do. This series may be continued, I’ve got a few ideas knocking around so let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in. Thank you. Han xx                   

You hadn’t meant to run in the same circles again, although something tells you this was always meant to happen.

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Heir of Fire - Sarah J Maas

It’s the way he asks “Who did that to you?” It’s his reaction to seeing her scars. He immediately leaves because he’s so ashamed at himself for not having known that she was a slave and that she suffered. And then he comes back, doesn’t say a word to her, just scoops her up and carries her to his room - to where it’s warm and safe - to where he can keep an eye on her. And once he makes it clear that he isn’t pitying her, he wants to know what happened. He wants to know everything. Because he cares. Even then.

A Blind Path Home, part 10

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?


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acotar + florence + the machine 2/?

“she was there,” rhys said. “when the cauldron was sealing. going…wherever we go.”
amren sputtered water, vomiting onto the rocky ground. mor thumped her back, coaxing her through it.
“so i reached out a hand,” rhys went on quietly. “to see if she might want to come back.”

Knight in shining stripes

That’s such a sweet thing to say! I’m happy my blog is helping someone! Here’s my take on the request, a bit of a canon re-write. Hope you enjoy! :3

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: General
Warnings: (mild) violence
Categories: ““Angst”” and Fluff
Relationships: MC x Jumin
Word count: 1606

After Jumin had gone to work, you’d been left to fend for yourself. Then again, fend was hardly the right choice of words when you were residing in a luxurious penthouse with an entire staff  to cater to you at the press of a button.

Still, as beautiful and comfortable as the surroundings might have been, the circumstances hardly were. You were in danger of kidnapping, some strange women were trying to overthrow Jumin and the empire he created within C&R and amidst all that you felt caged like a bird.

It was already your third day of residing with Jumin and the fact that your only companion was Elizabeth the 3rd was slowly starting to get to you, especially after having been cooped up in Rika’s apartment just before that. 

Jumin had told you about all the things you could do in his absence, the C&R building being packed with distractions and different activity options, but just the fact that you couldn’t leave the building made you feel closed in and scared.  

After a while of corresponding with possible guests for the RFA party, talking over organization stuff with Jaehee – like where to hold the party, catering and similar that she’d asked you to run by her before finalizing anything – you actually started to grow a little tired.

All the stress and added work load were taking a toll on you. Not to mention that you hadn’t slept particularly well the night prior. So, you changed into the night gown Jumin had bought for you – despite your insistence that it wasn’t necessary – and made yourself comfortable on his bed.

You must have dozed off eventually, as a loud, high-pitched scream startled you awake some while later. You jumped into a sitting position, taming your hair back and rubbing the sand from your eyes quickly to see where it had come from.

Once you’d adjusted to being awake, you were surprise to find Sarah standing at the end of the bed, staring at you with a picture of pure horror and a dangerous kind of rage burning in her eyes. You scooted up and even further away from her. This couldn’t end well.

“What the hell are you doing in my future husbands bed? And so familiarly at that”, she screamed, the arms that had been crossed over her chest now resting at her side, hands balled to tight fists.

“I-I can explain”, you stuttered, scared of what she might do. “It’s not the way it looks! At all! I promise!”

Sarah wouldn’t hear any of it, her pale face slowly turning bright red with anger. “You lying whore”, she screamed, reaching for the nearest object in sight, which turned out to be a vase with beautiful lilies in them. She didn’t hesitate to toss the whole thing at you.

You barely escaped it, rolling off the bed in a tangled mess of limbs and bedsheets. Sarah wasn’t done though, so you hurried to untangle yourself and climb back on the bed, as that at least gave you options to run away to.

As expected Sarah approaches the bed from one side, so you jump down the other. You use that opportunity to quickly steal your phone off the night stand, dialing Jumin’s number and purposefully dropping the phone on the commode while fleeing from the room.

Seeing you talk to someone on the phone – especially Jumin – would only alert Sarah and possibly make the situation even more dangerous. This way Jumin would hear what was going on, hear the crashing and screaming at least, and know what to do.

As you run through the living room, sincerely hoping that Jumin actually picked up, Sarah catches up to you. She tugs at your hair, violently pulling you back until you harshly land on your ass, groaning in pain.

“You little wench are not going to ruin my plan”, she hissed at you, tugging you up by your hair. She finally let go, pushing you up against the nearest wall and cornering you there. You were closed in, both her arms blocking your way.

“Me and my sister did not go through all this trouble to have a hussy like you come along and steal Jumin from me”, Sarah hissed. “A mistress, I would have been fine with. Not like I want to have sex with him anyway, but you…you’re getting awfully comfortable in my future home!”

“I’m not though”, you shouted back, the words coming out harsher than you intended them to. “I’m only here, because Jumin is protecting me from trouble I’ve gotten myself into. I barely see him all day. He doesn’t -”, the rest of the sentence died on your lips as Sarah slapped you.

Your head flew to the side, the blow having been so harsh the echo of it must have reached the even the phone. You reached for your burning cheek, trying to cool it down. “Don’t lie to me, you filthy, common whore!”

Her anger distracted her long enough for you to push her arm aside and run for it once more. Sadly, the only place to run to at this point was the kitchen, which turned out to be a father un-safe place to be. Sarah was fuming, reaching for the sharpest knife she could find.

Now the only thing separating you was a kitchen isle and if she ran faster or jumped over it, you were dead. There was no doubt that she’d kill you and then make it look like an accident. “Jumin Han is mine”, she warned. “Find your own millionaire to milk, bitch!”

Luckily the door was kicked open mere minutes later, Jumin walking in. It was almost like time froze for a couple of brief seconds before he set it back into motion by walking towards the two of you, so fast, neither of you managed to react.

He ripped the knife from Sarah’s hand, gripping her by the neck to almost throw her against the nearest wall. She gasped for air, eyes wide with shock and betrayal. Trying to play the victim wasn’t working on Jumin though. Not this time.

His hold on her neck loosened once Jumin was sure that she wouldn’t try to escape. He hated violence, hating having to touch her at all, but he would have loved to have done far worse things to her after what he heard her doing to you.

The moment the police started to enter the apartment Sarah sagged against the wall, realizing that she’d lost. Not only the battle, but the entire war. Jumin stepped away from her, allowing the police to handcuff Sarah and take her away.

He also handed over not only the phone call he’d recorded as evidence, both for the police as well a his father, once and for all proving that Glam and Sarah were working together, but also a tape from the security camera showing Sarah pay off the guard to let her in and go away.

Apparently she’d told the man that she wanted to surprise her fiancée – in the sexy way, Jumin explained, his face warped with disgust at the mere thought – so she needed to get inside by herself and be left alone for a while. 

Jumin would have to deal with that particular security guard later, but for now he wanted to tae care of you. You, who was still being bothered and cornered by the police, shaking even under the blanket they’d put around your shoulders for comfort.

You walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and asking the police to leave for the time being, assuring them that he’d answer all their questions in an E-mail later that day. They don’t look happy about it, but twenty minutes later the apartment is finally empty again.

Jumin lead you over to the bed, sitting you down while kneeling on the floor so he can look at you. Luckily you have no scars or visible wounds, but from the way you look, the entire incident took a toll on you mentally. “I cannot express how deeply sorry I am about what happened today.”

You look up at him before sliding onto the floor to join him. Your arms wrap around his neck as you bury your face in the crock of his neck. Jumin stiffens for a moment, out of surprise more so than discomfort, before relaxing and returning the hug.

“What you did today was equally reckless as it was extraordinarily clever”, Jumin praised you, his soft voice making you melt further into the embrace. He brushed through your hair, smiling against your skin. “I promise you’ll never have to deal with anything like this again.”

You let go of him then, only so you can actually lock eyes and smile at him. “You don’t have to apologize, Jumin. It’s not your fault, any of it. If anything I should thank you for constantly coming to my aid and protecting me”, you said, followed my a chuckle.

“It’s my please. Really”, he replied and the way he said it made your heart beat a little faster as you cheeks started to turn rosy. “And if you’d let me…I’d like to make Sarah’s suspicions of us come true. I’d like to protect you, MC. Forever, if you’d let me.”

You smiled at Jumin, cupping his face and brushing your thumb over the smooth skin. “I’d love that”, you replied, the two of you grinning at one another before finally closing the distance between you to share a gentle kiss.

Night Changes

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, unwanted sexual advances (It’s mild but it still might be graphic guys, read with caution) forced kissing, mentioned violence, angst 

Word Count: 1660

Summary: You see Sebastian out a bar months after you broke up and make a decision that goes horribly wrong. 

Request: Hello! Could I request prompt #8 ‘can you hold me?’ With Sebastian Stan? Like they broke up a while ago and one day she is drunk and it’s raining and they run into each other at the bar and he drives her home and fluff perhaps?

A/N: Thanks for the request Sweetheart, hope this is what you were looking for ! I deviated away from the prompt a little, and it’s way more angsty but this was just the idea that came to me. 

Your name: submit What is this?

Admittedly, it should never have gotten to the point that it did. 

I should have had control over myself, over my emotions. I shouldn’t have drunk as much as I did and I certainly shouldn’t have been dancing as provocatively as I was with a man I didn’t know, letting him think that this was heading somewhere it wasn’t. I could still feel the way his fingers had dug into my hips as he rutted up against my ass and it made me feel sick. His breath had been stale with beer and I could still taste it no matter how many times I washed my mouth out. It was like he was lingering on me, reminding me of everything that had happened.

The night had started out harmlessly enough, a few drinks with the girls after work at the bar just down the road from our office. It had only just opened up and there was no better opportunity to try it out than Friday afternoon after a hard, gruelling week. We were having fun, teasing Sarah over her crush on our boss while we worked our way through our second round of cocktails.

It was only when I offered to get the next round that I saw him, the breath catching in my throat as he laughed, tilting his head back to finish off the beer in his hand while clapping the other onto his friends back. I stood there, in the same spot I’d frozen, just staring. It had been months since I’d seen him, since we’d called things off and honestly, it still hurt just as much as it had back then. Our lives had been in different places, his job taking him away for months at a time while mine continued here in New York.

We had the long distance relationship down pat, phone calls, texts and skype, we managed. But it was when he came home that the problems arose, each of us having to learn how to be together again. It was inevitable that our relationship was going to end.

A knock to my shoulder brought me back from my thoughts, my tongue licking over my lips as I continued on my way to the bar, my heart hammering inside of my chest. He looked happy, at ease and it only made me feel worse.

I took a deep breath as I rested my hands on top of the bar, my fingers drumming on the hard mahogany surface.
“What can I get for you?”
“Vodka,” I answered. “Straight, in a shot.”
The bartender quirked an eyebrow but said nothing as he grabbed the bottle from the shelf behind him, pouring out the shot and placing it in front of me. I threw it back quickly, wincing as the alcohol burned down the back of my throat, the tears stinging at the corner of my eyes at the strong taste. When it was all the way down, I raised my hand for another.

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When You Say It Like That- Simon Imagine

Miniminter X Reader

Warnings: Smut

You and Simon broke up but at a party and discover you miss each other 

So this is roughly based on the song Say it by Flume (ft. Tove Lo) I just go the idea when i was listening to that song this morning so enjoy. Also sorry I haven’t written much lately I’ve been really busy and getting busier now but I’ll be trying my best to get stuff out so if you have any requests feel free :)

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simon imagine - sad break ups and drunken make ups

REQUESTED:  “Hey, can write about Simon and his ex(y/n) break up (Simon never gave her time) and Simon really wants her back. A close friend of theirs is having a party and they both go with their friends, Simon sees her and tries to my eye contact then their fav song comes on and she goes to the toilet and starts crying and Simon follows her and Simon talks about how he wants her back”

“Y/n. Please tell me you are not applying your lipstick again.”

Cal turned around, shooting me a disapproving look from the passenger seat. I sat in the back of the car, mirror in my shaking hand, trying with all my will to be careful in the darkness. 

“Leave her alone Cal, she’s nervous.” Sarah muttered quietly. 

“Oh shit yeah, Simon.”

“Still here guys!” I reminded them, cringing at the mention of his name. It wasn’t as if I’d forgotten, for gods sake; I knew full well Simon would be there tonight. In fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It had only been a month and a half since Simon and I had broken up. The night still haunted my dreams; screaming, throwing things, and then me walking out. Tonight would be the first night I would see him since. Hence, the pressure is on to look good.

“Y/n,” Sarah turned to face me. “Please don’t stress okay. You look beautiful, and he will be kicking himself in the dick regretting losing you. You have this okay.”

Again I cringe. It didn’t seem fair for Simon to regret anything when I walked out on him. It wasn’t as if he had cheated, or lied or hit me. It was just all too much. He never gave me time, always so demanding and intense and I couldn’t handle the pressure. I thought separating would be the best thing for us and yet I was at the unhappiest I had ever been.

“I hope so,” I mutter under my breath. The nerves twist at my stomach.

“I know so. Now come on. You ready?”

I nod reluctantly, opening the car door. The music could be heard from the parking space, shouting and laughing echoing throughout London’s dark winter streets. As we approached the door of the Sidemen house I smoothed out my skirt. The hairs on my arms stood tall and I felt instantly sick.

“Stop worrying Y/n,” Cal put an arm around me. “You have this in the bag!”

We were welcomed in by Tobi. He greeted us all with a hug before showing us over to the dance floor. Within seconds Cal and Sarah disappeared, Sarah to dance with Freya, and Cal to go and converse with Josh. I stood alone by the door. I couldn’t help but wonder what my place really was here: I was no longer a sidemen girlfriend. Was I even really a friend? The the thought made my chest ache.

I made my way to the drinks table at the back, instantly pouring myself a cocktail with a generous amount of alcohol. As the liquid fell into the cup somebody touched my arm.

“Y/n you’re here!”

JJ’s face seemed to light up as he engulfed me in a hug. 

“I am. Hi JJ.”

“How are you? How are things?”

This is a question I always struggle with when talking to anyone who shares some form of relationship with Simon, because I know they’re referencing the break up. When asking this question, nobody really means how are things. What they really mean is ‘how does it feel to be alone? do you cry yourself to sleep every night? are you over it yet?’ If I was truthful, I would probably burst into tears on JJ’s shoulder, telling him my life was ruined and I was sure I would never love again.

But I wasn’t. Instead I took a gulp of my drink, ignored his questioning eye and told him I was completely and utterly fine. He nodded, opening his mouth before closing it again. This repeated a couple of times before he took a deep breath.

“You know, it’s not too late to make things work again, Y/n.”

My heart sunk in my chest, warm, salty tears filling my tearducts. I blinked them away, not even forcing a smile as I looked at JJ.

“I think it is, Jide.”

“It’s not. He misses you.”

A sigh escaped my lips. Why was I talking about this when it was so fresh and painful? Where even was Simon, would he have even turned up? Perhaps he’s already taken someone up to his room. I shook off the thought. 

“I can’t talk about this, Jide, not now. I’m sorry.”

I walked past him and back to the drinks table, finishing the rest of my cup before refilling it again, this time without the cocktail - just with straight liqueur. I finished off this within seconds and poured myself a third. The third drink always made social interaction easier, i thought to myself as I head towards the dance floor.

Soon enough I found myself dancing with the Cals, Harry and Sarah. Alcohol ran through my veins, spreading warmth throughout my body in the form of liquid confidence. I engaged in several hugs, greetings, suffered several times through the dreaded ‘how are things?’ question until i wanted to scribble the words Fine, don’t even ask!’ across my forehead in black sharpie. Other than this, it had so far been a good night, and for the first time in a long time I was enjoying myself. 

All of a sudden the music came to a halt. All eyes in the room looked up at the DJ, who held a large black vinyl in his hand. I exchanged a puzzled look with Sarah who shrugged, clueless as I was. 

“Alright everyone,” the DJ’s voice sounded. “This next one is for the couples in the room!”

Fucking great, I thought to myself. Ignoring the looks of concern from the people around me I rolled my eyes and headed back towards the drinks table. Quickly I topped my drink up and then returned to join everyone. The speakers kick started and as the room dispersed into couples around me, the song started.

My heart sunk. Even in my drunken state, I knew this song. It was mine and Simon’s. I looked up at the DJ in disbelief, questioning why such a mellow song was placed into this playlist anyway; and then I saw him. 

At the other side of the room, standing alone amongst all the couples, was Simon. He looked taller, slightly more muscular than the last time I saw him. His hair was a deep, dark red. It suited him. As our eyes met my chest stood still. The cup fell from my hands, soaking the floor around me. He’s looking back at me. This is Simon, and I love him, and he’s looking back at me.

Instantly I turned on my heel and sprinted, out of the room, down the hall and towards the toilet. I slammed the door behind me and gripped the sink. A loud sob escaped the bottom of my throat as tears raced down my cheeks, landing in a splash of black mascara on the porcelain. The image of his ocean blue eyes staring back at me stayed imprinted in my head. Why was I so surprised to see him when this is his own house? Why did I even come tonight?

My sobs continued, loud enough that they just so happened to drown out the noise of the bathroom door being opened beside me. It was only when I glanced up at the mirror that I saw him there, standing in all his beauty, behind me.

“Y/n..I’m so sorry. For all of it.”

I gripped the sink tighter, the cold surface hurting my palms as I screwed my eyes shut. It’s all just a dream. It’s all just a very messy, drunken dream. 

“I mean it, y/n. I was a prick, I was way too intense and I fucked up. But losing you has been the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced and it has made me realise, more than anything, how much I fucking love you, and how much I would do anything to keep you.”

I cried harder. I want him so much, but I don’t know what the right thing to do is anymore. And I sure as hell can’t decide now, in such a drunken state.

Then I inhale deeply, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. As I stand there silently thinking it occurs to me that, although I don’t know what I want long term, I know what I want now. Taking a deep breath I turn around. His eyes flash as we make contact and I head towards him. He looks so pretty under the yellow toned light, and I know boys aren’t conventionally supposed to be pretty, but he’s beautiful.

Then I jump onto him, my legs around his waist, my lips on his. He stumbles back momentarily in surprise before wrapping his arms tight around my hips. I mirror the rhythm of his kiss. His lips are warm, and they taste like alcohol and mint and I love it. His hands roam over the silk of my dress and he pins me up against the bathroom door, moving them up my thighs.

“I love you, Y/n,” he groans against me. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too Simon. So damn fucking much.”

Reunited - Seven

A/N: Nearing an end to this series… Just a few more chapters left. Thank you to all that has been reading and leaving feedback, that is always highly appreciated. A special shout out to my beta @thorne93, you’re awesome.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, Lexi(OC), Sarah(OC)

Warnings: Fluff… and angst.

Wordcount: 3033

*not my GIF*

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

The next month flew by in a hurry. Work was… busy to say the least, Sarah had been gone for about a week and a half, but even with her back the three of you had a hard time getting everything done. Both girls had accepted your offer for a full time job and you hired another girl, Violet, part time, but you had a sneaking suspicion you would have to increase her hours as well. She was great, she was a fast learner and she was great with the customers and fit nicely into your little group. No doubt would she become a valuable member of your team

Jensen had been busy helping Jared move into his new house. The two of them had flown out to LA to pack up Jared’s apartment and made arrangements to get them to Austin.They had also driven Jared’s car from LA, making a road trip out of it.  

Between your work and Jensen helping Jared, there hadn’t been much time for just the two of you. A couple of dinners and a few coffees her and there. Even if he spent most night’s at your house it didn’t feel like enough for a new relationship. Or was it new? Well… new-ish.


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foreverxaxscone  asked:

Oh my god, Sarah Rogers is a blessing. What did we do to deserve her? Her 60+ year old son comes to her to brood by her side. Proceeds to wish for death. Jokingly, but holy hell that woman is a firecracker.

Steve: *walks into the room to brood*
Sarah: Good morning dear, so nice to see you, can your mother get a good morning after you’ve snapped out of your drug-induced Rage?
Steve: *shame-faced* Good morning, Ma.
Sarah: Thank you, Steven. You may go back to brooding as long as you do it quietly. I will be here when you want to talk.
Steve: Thanks, Ma.
Sarah: Granted, I can’t really leave without help, but I’d probably stay here and wait for you to talk regardless.
Sarah: :)
Steve: Ma why

Sarah’s just getting her revenge for all the shit she had to deal with when Steve was a stubborn child. No, you can’t go play in the snow with pneumonia. No, you can’t challenge every rude person you see to a fight to the death. No, you can’t marry every single omega in Hell’s Kitchen and bring them to live in the castle. Steve for the love of God listen to your mother before I decide to kill you myself.

Not That Biased

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / JB / Jinyoung 

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,210

Summary: You work at JYP as an analyst and are assigned to help a group of idols with their new collaboration song. Both Junior and JB are assigned to the project, which is very distracting since you bias Junior. All of this would be fine though - if only that Im Jaebeom weren’t such a pain in your ass.

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Reconciling GITF with the Ten/Rose arc

Or, “Why the Doctor was definitely a jerk, but not as much of one as we think.”

I’ve had this post rattling around in my brain for months, and @chiaroscuroverse‘s great meta in her author profile and subsequent replies, plus thinking about it for my own author profile, inspired me to finally get it written down. Like her, I don’t like the way GITF has skewed the fandom perception of Ten’s character. In an effort to reconcile his very out of character behaviour, a whole fanon has arisen that makes him out to be commitment-phobic and cavalier with Rose’s safety in a way that does not hold water if we remove GITF from the equation. 

But–much as I wish we could–we can’t just pretend the episode doesn’t exist. In light of that, how can we analyse GITF and come out at the end with a version of Ten that still fits in with how he acts in other episodes?

The first thing you need to know as I write this post is that I will not be looking at other episodes through the lens of what happens in GITF. I go the other way around. When you’re analysing texts, you should always depend on the stronger text to inform the weaker text. I assume that everyone who is still reading this post by this point agrees that GITF is a very bad representation of Ten’s character--so why do we use it as the basis of our meta, rather than finding ways to fit it into the character we see in other episodes?

This is a long post, so I’m going under a cut in a minute. But first, here are the bullet points I’ll be addressing:

  • Things we know as the audience that Rose does not know
  • Reinette going into his head is assault, not a sign of intimacy
  • Mickey’s presence on the TARDIS was not an attempt at space
  • Mickey is not a reliable witness of the Doctor’s behaviour
  • The Doctor’s drunk act when he arrives is just an act
  • The Tenth Doctor was no less protective of Rose than Nine
  • It was wrong of the Doctor to leave Rose and Mickey on the spaceship without any indication that had an idea of how to get back, especially after telling her he’d never leave her behind
  • My ultimate conclusion after considering all those points

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Online // p.p.

He didn’t get it. How some girl from San Francisco that he met just a few months ago can cause his heart to race and a smile become a permanent resident on his face. He hasn’t even met her in real life and somehow she’s taken over his mind.

They met on Instagram in October, Peter posting a picture of him and Tony Stark (to make it look like a legit internship) and somehow she found it and liked it. A notification that she was now following him came a few seconds after, half a smile on Peter’s face as he looks through her own page. One of the first pictures he comes across was her in Times Square with the caption Manhattan is calling me.

Before he really realizes what he’s doing, he’s messaging her.

Queens is much better, there’s more to NY than just Times Square.

He follows her back, not really expecting much of a response. Half an hour later his phone dings, a notification that he has a new message.

You’ll have to show me around sometime.

And the rest is history.

The two talk everyday, quickly switching from just private messaging to phone numbers after just a few short days.

“I’ve never felt this strongly for anyone in my entire life,” Peter tells Ned a few weeks after they started talking, “like, ever.”

Flash teases him of course, claiming that this girl isn’t who she says she is and that even if she is, she’s only using Peter to get to Stark.

Peter always talks to her after these instances, sneaking off into the bathroom to call her. Just hearing her voice, hearing her tell him that she cares about him and that nothing Flash says is true helps him make it through the rest of the day.

One day it gets worse, Flash literally following him onto the subway to take him home and incessantly trying to tear him down. Peter all but runs home, bounding up the stairs to his apartment and shutting himself in his room.

It’s bad today, can we Skype when you get home from school?

Give me two minutes.

Peter opens his computer, loading the Skype page. He finds himself looking through her Instagram, just pictures of her making him smile. He hears his computer chime, and accepts the incoming call from her.

“Parker Peter!” She exclaims, teasing him with the name.

“Hey Y/N,” he says, smiling, “how’re you doing? Are you at home?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” she nods, “we had a half day today, our spring break starts tomorrow.”

Peter nods, picking at his thumb nail.

“Peter?” Y/N questions, furrowing her eyebrows. “Talk to me, tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s just…it’s Flash, you know,” Peter shrugs, “he followed me home and just…spent the entire time talking about you and how about that there had to be something wrong with you because you were friends with me…he just wouldn’t shut up. It was horrible.”

The girl wants nothing more than to reach out and comfort him, the only thing stopping her is a computer screen and about three thousand miles.

“Peter you know nothing he says is true,” she replies, “he’s just trying to get a rise out of you, you can’t let him.”

“I know,” Peter replies, “it just bothers me, talking to you helps though.”

Y/N smiles, a blush spreading across her cheeks that she hopes he can’t see.

“Well I’m glad I could help,” she says, “now tell me about your day, besides the Flash part.”

And he does, he tells her about every single thing that happened to him over the course of eleven hours. He can’t help himself, talking to her is so easy and natural he hardly registers that he’s been talking for two hours.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk your ear off,” he blushes, “what are you doing for spring break?”

“I dunno, probably just gonna surf a little bit, maybe head up to Anaheim with some friends and go to Disney,” she shrugs, “not really sure.”

Peter bites on his tongue, holding himself back from blurting out you should come up here and visit, because they’ve talked out visiting, they’ve talked about how insane it is because they’re juniors in high school and they’re three thousand miles apart and neither of them able to afford that trip.

But god does he want to see her in person, to hug her, to just be with her in the same time zone.

He hears the front door open and close, signaling that May is home from work.

“I gotta go,” he says reluctantly, “May just got home. I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiles, “love you Pete.”

“Love you too.”

Almost as soon as the call ends May opens the door to his room, a hint of a smile on her face.

“Talking to that girl again?” She teases.

That girl is named Y/N,” he rolls his eyes, “but yes, I was talking to her.”

“"I never thought you’d fall from someone three thousand miles away,” May says.

“What?” Peter furrows his eyebrows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re just friends.”

“Really?” May leans against the door frame. “Thought I heard some ‘love yous’ in the end of the conversation.”

“It’s just what friends say,” Peter shrugs, “I hear girls do it all the time, it’s nothing.”

May quirks an eyebrow, shrugging.

“Sure,” she says, “I’m going to try and make something for dinner, if not we’ll go out again.”

The end of the school week can’t come fast enough, Peter swears that time is going backwards while he sits in math class on Friday, sneaking glances at his phone as he texts Y/N under the table.

I gotta go Pete, I promised Sarah I’d take her to however many movies she wants to see to help get her mind off of her break up.

Peter smiles.

Okay, I’ll talk to you later. Love you.

Love you too.

Finally the last bell rings, Peter practically sprinting all the way back to his apartment.

“Hey Aunt May!” He calls as he walks in the door, eyes landing on the woman standing in the kitchen.

“Hey Peter,” she says, setting down her coffee mug, “I’ve got the night shift tonight, but before I go we have a guest coming over for dinner tonight so I need you to be here for it, okay?”

“Aunt May I’ve got…” Peter stumbles, “I’ve got a project I need to work on with Ned.”

“I’m sure Ned can get it started,” May replies, “you are going to be here, end of discussion.”

Three hours later Peter hears a knock on the front door of his apartment.

“Peter!” May calls from the kitchen. “Can you get the door? I’m setting the table!”

Peter huffs, rolling off his bed and dragging his feet towards the front door. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, heart dropping slightly when there are no new messages from Y/N.

He opens the door as he puts his phone back in his pocket, not looking at whoever is standing there.

He finally looks up, his heat dropping down to his feet as he stares at the girl in front of him.

“Hey Peter,” she smiles, one hand on her suitcase handle and the other in her pocket.

“I’m dreaming,” he stutters out, “this is a dream.”

“I damn well hope not,” she laughs, “this dream cost me a pretty penny.”

“Oh my god you’re here,” he breaths, pulling her into a hug in the middle of the doorway, “oh my god.”

She hugs him back, a smile on both of their faces.

“What are you doing here?” He asks as they pull away, Peter dragging her suitcase into the living room and closing the door after she comes in.

“Spring break,” she shrugs, “got tired of being super warm all the time, decided to come give Queens a try like you suggested.”

Peter doesn’t know how to respond, so instead he pulls her into another hug, closing his eyes as he buries his face in her neck.

“C'mon you two,” May breaks up the teenagers, “time for dinner.”

“You knew about this?” Peter asks his aunt, surprised at her ability to keep secret.

“Of course I knew about this,” May replies, “I helped set everything up with her parents, and decided that she’s stay here and not in some shady hotel.”

“You guys really pulled one over me,” Peter shakes his head, sitting down at the table next to Y/N, “all those plans you said you had?”

“A cover story,” she smiles, “couldn’t exactly tell you I was gonna surprise you.”

“God I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he smiles, “is that why you weren’t texting me?”

“I was on a five hour flight,” she replies, “so I told you I was at the movies so you wouldn’t get freaked out about me not answering.”

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Peter shakes his head.

“That’s why you love me,” she says.

Peter smiles, looking down at his plate as a blush spreads across his cheeks.

Three hours later the teens are in Peter’s room, knees touching as they sit crisscrossed on his bed.

“God I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he says for what has to be the millionth time, “like I’m actually looking at you and it’s not through a computer screen.”

She smiles, Peter can’t freaking get over that damn smile, and she laughs lightly.

“So you’ve said,” she bites down on her bottom lip, “Peter there’s um…there’s something I gotta tell you.”

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“I uh,” she breaths out heavily, “obviously, I came here to see you and to meet you in person but I also…I also came here because I think I’m falling in love with you, and I needed to see you in person to figure out if I am or not…and I am.”

Peter blinks once, twice, and after what seems like hours a smile breaks out onto his face.

“God this has to be a dream now,” he says, “there’s no way you’re serious. You’re too perfect to be with someone like me.”

“I literally just said that I think I’m in love with you,” she shakes her head, “and you go straight for the self depreciation, god.”

Peter blushes, looking down at his lap.

“Peter,” she says, pulling his gaze up to meet hers, “kiss me.”

He does, and it’s everything he could ever want and more. Her skin soft under his finger tips as his chapped lips press onto her smooth ones.

The next thing he knows he’s laying on his back and pulling her up to straddle his waist, her jeans sliding over his.

Peter pulls away only to press his lips to her neck, relishing the gasp that falls from her mouth. Her hips roll forward involuntarily, Peter unable to hold back the groan that spills from his lips. Her fingers hook on his belt loops, practically pulling his hips flush against her own as his hands hold her waist under her shirt.

He rolls his own hips this time, ever so slightly, but enough to pull her back into reality.

“Peter,” she says hoarsely, breathlessly; a sound that he could get used to real fast, “Peter we can’t…not yet.”

He nods, pulling a few inches away from her. She’s right, he knows she’s right, he agrees with her.

“Yeah, yeah of course,” he replies, “just…just lay with me, okay?”

She nods, moving off of his lap and settling herself into his side, their hands intertwined and a smile on both of their faces.

“If it wasn’t obvious,” he whispers, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Her smile widens and she presses a kiss to his knuckles.

“I’m really glad you decided to message me,” she says quietly, “and I’m damn glad I stumbled across your picture and had the guts to like it.”

“This is a redundant question,” Peter says, “but will you be my girlfriend?”

“You don’t care about the distance?” She asks.

“Distance is the last thing I care about,” Peter replies, “yeah it’s gonna suck, but we’re gonna get through it. We’ll text and call just like we did before, and I’ll get job so I can get some money and come out and see you,” he presses a few gentle kisses to her neck, “and then we’ll be adults and we can be together for more than just a week or two at a time.”


“I promise.”

When May gets home from work early the next morning, she’s greeted with the two teenagers cuddled together in Peter’s bed. She smiles, whispers a small ’finally’ under her breath, and closes his bedroom door.

Tamlin's Redemption

Tam’s redemption was such a ride, it starts with him destroying his cover in Hybern by helping feyre and Azriel escape. Then the ultimate redemption comes in because despite feyre practically destroying all his ties to his sentries, he gets them back and comes to the battle with all his forces and helps them. Then after the battle is won, he sees feyre, the girl he once loved and probably still loves, and watches her sob over her dead mate and knows that even though he’s jealous and mad and hurt, he has to help. And he brings rhys back and tells feyre to be happy because that’s all he ever wanted despite what he’s done in the books and I feel like that SJM wrote that so perfectly.

Please Swifties: I desperately need your help to send this letter...


I know you probably get thousands upon thousands of messages and letters a day, but if you have time, it would mean the world to me if you could read this when you come back to Tumblr. Even if you don’t see this, if you don’t respond, at least I know these words are out there, and maybe these words will resonate with others. But first, I think I should introduce myself. My name is Sarah, I am eighteen, I study English Literature and I want to go into academia researching medieval literature. I’m oh so slightly introverted and shy (and wheat intolerant). I love the countryside and old things (especially Polaroid cameras and vinyl records- I don’t have one though), I love to bake, I love to read, I love to learn, I love to write. I’ve been listening to your music since I was ten years old, ever since I heard Love Story on the radio on the way to school. I didn’t stop dancing around to ‘Fearless’ for 6 months straight after my parents bought it for me. Then I Went out and bought ‘Taylor Swift’. Thus begins this magical saga.

'Fearless’ was the first time I realised the truth in your words “people haven’t always been there for me, but music has”, because I had a very odd passion for a ten year old, I loved to read and learn, I loved to be alone and write poetry. And people thought it was weird, I remember listening to your music, your first two albums and I saw myself. I saw my own insecurities and desires in 'Taylor Swift’, I felt like you knew what it was like to stand on your own, to take the high road. I saw my own romantic fairytales in 'Fearless’, I knew all too well the lessons learned. I remember when it felt like I was alone, I could feel close to you, like you could understand my ten year old self. I felt like you had rummaged through my journal and written them into 3:30 minute songs, The Outside, Tied Together With A Smile, Love Story, Breathe, White Horse, Change. Those are the songs I will always go back to when I’m having a tough day. I still remember how when I was twelve, I realised I didn’t fit in, even more so now that 'cliques’ were becoming a thing, I didn’t get invited to parties, I didn’t even have a clique. I would read at lunchtimes, I was ostracized because I didn’t like what everyone else wanted to love… And 'Speak Now’ showed up just in time. For the next one and a half years it was all I listened to, YOU were all I listened to. You gave me your shoulder to weather the storm. You were on my side, fighting my corner when I felt no one else was.

I remember when I was fifteen, the friends I had made at the start of upper school had drifted away from me, I had lost my grandfather to cancer. I felt so lost and so heartbroken, and like some miracle, there was 'Red’. And I remember I played that album for months when it came out, for what seemed like years when I fifteen. I would always start at 'All Too Well’. It’s one of my favorite songs…. I don’t know who got me out of that, maybe it was you, my family, I think it’s a bit of both. Let’s just say you both helped build the rungs to the ladder.

When I was 16, my relationship with my biological father (our relationship has always been strained because… nevermind) it wavered on the verge of falling apart, little did I know that two years later I would make the decision to part ways with him. I thought my life was over, I thought that I wasn’t strong enough to get through it and just like that, you did it again. 1989 came out. It was summer. It was strong. You had come alive, into your own. It showed me what I could be, if I let go of what I couldn’t change, what I could be if I believed in myself. Rather than my mirror, you became the person I wanted to be. You quite literally saved my life. 'Clean’ saved my life. 'I Know Places’ saved my life. Every. Single. Song. On. That. Album. Saved me. And I can never thank you enough for that. I remember going to see you in Hyde Park with my best friend and it was one of the best nights of my life. I came into my own. I came away with a confidence I hadn’t felt in months. I remember listening to that most magical clean speech with the desire to fight harder than ever.

I feel like you are a constant in my life now. I feel like, every time you release an album… It’s always in the nick of time to save me from disaster, or to help me through something, or to make me wanna get up and dance. And I will never stop thanking you for that. You have inspired me to love myself. To be confident. You have helped me become patient with others. You have made me stronger because you believed in me. You believed in me the way my Mum and Step-Dad do. You love me the way I love my three little sisters. You have embedded yourself into my life, and I haven’t even met you, in truth I don’t actually know that much about you… But I feel like I do. Is that weird? Thank you Taylor, for being here all this time. Thank you endlessly. I will never stop thanking you. And I will never stop loving you, and if I ever get the honor of meeting you one day I will tell you this myself. And yes I shall probably cry doing it.

I hope to God you hear this. I hope, through whatever means, that this finds you, it’s like a message in a bottle, right?

Love, Sarah :)

New York- Brendon and Sarah Urie (poly) Part two

Request- wait so are you doing a part 2 for that Brendon and Sarah fic that’s about his broadway show? if you are can you make it like just really sweet, but with more Brendon than Sarah. thank you love your writing.

You got back home early that next morning. You had already felt the difference you desperately needed to feel. You felt at home even though Brendon and Sarah were across the country. You missed them terribly, but you knew what you needed and that was space.

As soon as you got home you called Brendon and Sarah. It was 8 am in New York, so they didn’t care. They were happy to hear from you and told you that you sounded happier already.

You went to your room you usually share with Brendon and Sarah and you plopped down on the big bed. You were so tired you feel asleep and didn’t wake up until noon. It was 3 in new York and Brendon would have been just getting out of rehearsal. Even though you weren’t there you knew what was going on. That’s something you didn’t miss about being in New York, it was too busy and scheduled for your liking.

The next few days you were constantly talking to Sarah and Brendon via text and facetime. Brendon’s opening night of Kinkny boot was tomorrow and they didn’t know you were coming back for it. You had spent a total of 12 days away from them and that’s all you needed to be back to your normal self.

“I still don’t think I’m ready to come back. I’m sorry Bren, I wish I was there to see you on opening night.” you lied over facetime.

“It’s okay. Don’t feel bad. I know you’ll be cheering me on from across the country. I hope you can come back soon though.” he said.

“Me too.” Sarah said from beside him, both making puppy dog faces.

“But I don’t want you back here until you are 100% happy you hear me Y/N. I always want you both to be as happy as possible and if Califonia makes you happy then I’ll see you when I get back.” Brendon explained and he sounded so caring.

“Thanks for understanding, but look I have to go. I love you guys so so much.” you said realizing it was almost midnight and you had to leave in the next hour.

“Love you beautiful.” Sarah said.

“Love you Y/N. Miss you.” Brendon said blowing a kiss.

“Miss you too. Bye.” you said and ended the call.

You finished cleaning up the house before saying goodbye to California again. You were going to be landing in New York around 7 am, then you were going to stay at a hotel and surprise both Sarah and Brendon after his performance. The only thing was you were going to have to stay out of the way of fans, so they didn’t ruin the surprise.

You made it to the hotel by 9 safely and you never thought you would say this, but you missed the loud city.

You decided to pass the time by ordering some food. You got ready at 5:30, knowing you should get there a little early because it was going to be so packed.

Once at the theater everything became so real. This was Brendon’s dream and you loved being there to support him, even though it wasn’t ever step of the way, he knew you were supporting him.

You saw Sarah sitting in the front row with some close family and friends. You had to do everything you could to not go up there and hug her and tell her how much you missed her.

You found your seat near the back and a few people recognized you.

“Are you Y/N Urie?” one girl asked.

“Yeah I am. Can you guys do me a favor and not tell anyone I’m here though, it’s a surprise.” you told them and they understood.

You carried on conversation with them for a while when your phone started buzzing.

You excused yourself and went to the lobby where you answered Brendon’s facetime call.

“Hey babe. I just wanted to show you how great I looked before I go on.” Brendon said turning the camera so you could see him in the mirror.

“You look amazing Bren. I love you so much. Good luck out there. You know how much I wish I could have been there tonight, right?” you said making sure he couldn’t see the background of where you stood.

“I know, but remember I want the best for you and I don’t want to see you until you are feeling better.” you smiled at him. “I have to go we’re starting in about 20 minutes. I love you to the moon Y/N.”

“I love you too Brendon. Give Sarah and the puppies kisses for me. Break a leg.” you said and the call ended soon after.

You went back to your seat and waited for the show to begin. When Brendon finally came out on stage you thought you were going to cry tears of happiness.

After an amazing performance from the cast you knew it was almost time to go see Brendon and Sarah.

You started making your way to the backstage where Brendon’s dressing room was. The crew knew you so you had no problems getting back there. You phone started to ring as you turned down the hall where the room was located. It was Sarah.

“Hey beautiful. How was the show?” you asked her.

“It was truly amazing. Brendon is getting out of costume right now and we wanted to talk to our love.” she explained.

“That’s amazing. Look I’ll call you back in a minute but I have to do something really quick.” you said as you approached the closed door with Brendon’s name on it.

“Ok. Talk to you soon.” she said then hung up.

You knocked on the door after a few seconds.

“One minute.” you heard Brendon say.

You waited for a few seconds before the door swung open and Brendon’s eye widened at the sight of you.

“Y/N.” he said lifting you into a hug.

“Surprise.” you squeaked out between the tight hold Brendon had on you.

“Brendon share her.” you heard Sarah say next to you.

Brendon put you down and Sarah took you in for a hug.

“I knew you were acting suspicious on the phone. I’m glad you’re here.” he said.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world. You did amazing and you looked hot in those heels.” you told Brendon.

“You’re such a sneaky bitch. Why didn’t you at least tell me?” Sarah asked faking being insulted.

You laughed for a second before sitting down on the couch with her.

“I wanted it to be a total surprise for both of you.” you said leaning your head on Sarah’s shoulder.

You stayed like that while Brendon finished getting ready to leave.

“So what do you say we go home?” Brendon offered and you quickly stood.

“Sounds good with me. I wanna see the dogs.” you said standing.

Brendon wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him.

“They’ve been missing you, but not as much as me.” he whispered then kissed the top of your head.

When you finally reached home it was pretty late. You three were sitting on the couch together Sarah passed out and Brendon playing with your hair.

“I’m so happy you’re again. We missed you terribly.” Brendon said softly.

“I know, but I had to sort so things out for myself. I think I was just really missing California and how different things are back home.” you explained.

“Well as long as you’re happy I’m happy, and if that means you need to go back to California, we understand. I want the best for you Y/N.” he said.

“Thank you Brendon. You and Sarah mean the world to me. I’m so lucky to have you guys.”

“No, we’re lucky to have you.” Brendon placed a kiss you your head. “I’m going to get Sarah to bed then we can get to bed.” he said when you yawned.

He stood and carried Sarah into the room. You wen tot stand up and go to the room, but Brendon already had you in his arms.

“I have legs you know.” you said.

“And so do I.” he said and put you into the bed.

“I’m aware. Did I tell you how great they looked in those heels?” you said.

“You mentioned it a few times. Good night Y/N, I love you.” he said closing his eyes.

“I love you too.” you said and finally after almost 2 weeks you were happy to be in bed with the ones you loved.