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Reader x Josh Dun words: 1933 warnings: thunder storm
Lighting bolts lit the sky and it took the thunder
only seconds to follow up. The sound was so loud you even heard it through your
head phones. You took them off and was surprised how loud the storm raged
outside. The sky was black and purple with a hint of red and a deep sigh
emerged from your lips. This was not the way you had imagined tonight. A loud
noise from next door and you sighed again – this time: angered. Maybe something
fell again? Maybe the weird neighbour, who never seemed to be home except for
when you needed a break, was up to some new sports trend again? You didn’t
know. The only thing you knew was that he was extremely annoying.
You paused the sitcom friends that flickered on the screen and got up. Tonight’s plan
actually had been to stay inside and watch friends
with friends. But messages had popped up on your phone all night, telling you
your friends were too scared to leave their flats during the storm. But fine,
then some wine and the show would do fine for yourself, too.
A lightning cracked over the sky and lit up the
apartment for a moment so bright you thought it was daytime again, before all
turned black and the thunder rolled over the city once more. Hopefully this
won’t result in…, you thought to yourself but too late. Suddenly all lamps went
off and the TV screen went pitch black as well.
You walked over to the switches to check
whether it really was a power blackout or not. But as you tried the switches
three four times and the lamps wouldn’t turn on again, you sighed again. This
was about to turn out as the worst night of the year so far. You could hear the
guy from next door curse but then it was quiet again.
Gathering all candles that you owned with the
flashlight of your smartphone, a reliable source of light was built around the
couch. The collection of birthday candles, scented candles and normal tea
lights must have looked weird with the lights turned on, but right now,
spreading warm light and being a source of comfort, you were glad to have them
The one noise that distraught you was a silent,
shy knock on the door, just as you had settled on the couch with a blanket and a
book. You sighed. Again. Then you got up to look who was out there. It turned
out to be your neighbour from next door. Even though it was pitch black
outside, the light from the candles lit his bright yellow hair and a smile lit
up his face. “Hi, I’m… Josh. From next door. I was hoping you’d be here.”, he
said hasty and his hand rushed through his hair, dishevelling it even more than
it already was. “I wanted… well, this is gonna be awkward, but I wanted to ask
whether you have something to eat?”, he paused and looked at his feet, his
hands intertwined with each other, restless.
Raising one eyebrow you looked at him. “Uhm,
don’t you have anything yourself?”, was the first thing you asked and you could
see that this was not the reaction he’d hoped for.
“Well, I just came home today from tour and
wanted to get home tomorrow, but I can’t even leave the building because the
elevator isn’t working without the power and so I can’t even order pizza or
anything and…”, he mumbled and his voice got faster and faster while his hands
kneaded themselves restlessly.
“Hey”, you said and softly laying a hand on
his, just for a second to make him stop with all the kneading. “I bet there
will be something in the fridge. Come in.”, with saying that you stepped aside
and he entered your flat. The hall was dark and you could not see a thing so
you closed the door quickly and turned around only to see Josh looking at the
candles. He still looked pretty nervous about this but there was the smile
again. “(y/n) is it, right?”, he asked you and looked up, squinting his eyes a
little to see you in the dark of the door where you still were standing.
“Yup”, you answered, trying to sound casual,
but it flattered you that he remembered your name, while all the time you were
angered by him you never even tried to learn his name. “Well…”, you said,
moving to the fridge a little awkwardly, “let’s see whether we got something to
eat for you.”
While walking to the fridge you could hear him
sit down on the couch. That was a pro and a con of living in a flat where kitchen,
living room and bed room are the same thing. With a tiny panic attack, you
looked over at your bed, but relieved you realised that you had made it look
extra cosy because your friends actually wanted to come around.
“Your flat looks nice”, Josh said from the
couch and you could not help but smile. He didn’t seem to be as annoying as you
always thought. “Well, thanks. It’s small and I wish I could afford a bigger
one, but I am quite happy.”, you said and opened the fridge. “Okay, we have
sandwiches, we have ice cream that will melt if we don’t eat it and we have
home made salsa sauce and I bet I’ll find the doritos somewhere.”, you said
while getting up, turning around only to face Josh directly. He stood right in
front of you, grinning at you. All his nervousness seemed to have faded.
Five minutes later you sat together on the
couch, each of you eating a sandwich and drinking the wine you had bought for
your friends. “So”, you started a conversation as your mouth was empty. “Back from
tour, huh? You’re in a band?”
“Yeah, I play the drums in a band called Twenty
One Pilots. Tyler and I, that’s… well, the band, we’re making… well… I should
show you some time what kind of music we make.”, he said and smiled at you.
“Ah, that’s the noise then.”, you said before
you could hold yourself back and Josh shot you a dazzled look. “I mean… I bet
you practise when you’re here, right?”
“Yeah, but I had no idea you could still hear
me. I will have to check the walls again. I thought I had made sure to not
The more you talked with Josh, the more you
were at ease with this stranger sitting next to you on your couch. He told you
about being on tour and the concerts. Also he talked a lot about Tyler and his
music. How he missed home and his family. It was really touching, but he also
asked a lot of questions about your life, your job and your favourite bands.
The storm outside was still raging on and the
electricity wasn’t back yet. As you got to the ice cream, a new wave of thunder
was rolling over you and it sounded as if it was directly over your house.
Josh’s spoon slipped out of his hand that started to shake uncontrollably
again. He looked up at the ceiling and bit his lip.
“Don’t worry”, you said, your voice all soft
and comforting. “It will be over soon. And I’m here. I’m here with you until
it’s all over.” Putting your ice cream aside you slid closer towards Josh,
taking his box of ice cream out of his hands and placing it on the ground
before taking his shaking hands in yours.
“They’re all sweaty”, he mumbled and wanted to
pull back, but you could hear his voice shaking. “I don’t mind”, you answered
and he pressed his eyes close, inhaling deep. “I’m so sorry I am putting you
through this it’s just…”, he started, his eyes still closed. Your thumbs drew
little circles on the back of his hands while you still held them. “I don’t
cope too well with thunder storms and the noise…”
Another loud thunder cut off his voice and you
could hear him taking in air sharply. “Don’t you worry.”, you said, moving even
closer and stroking his back.
“I’m a stranger to you”, he said quietly.
“You’re my neighbour and we help each other
out.”, you insisted and smiled a little. Josh was nice and, what you only just
now seemed to notice, smelled nice as well. “I will keep you company”, you
raised your voice over another loud crack of thunder, “until this is over,
alright?” “Alright”, he answered. His head rested on your shoulder and his
breath stroked over the bare skin on your neck, sending shivers down your
spine. Your hand stroke up and down on his back and you could feel his breath
getting more and more stable, more and more calm.
Without any idea on how long you’ve sat there,
you suddenly opened your eyes. You must have fallen asleep on the couch. Your
arms were still around Josh and his head rested on your shoulder, as yours did
on his. His arms held you tight and you noticed a tattoo that showed under his
sleeve. His breath went steadily, deeply. He was still asleep. Your left foot
had fallen asleep and you tried to move it to get the numbness away, but
instead, Josh moved in your arms. He woke up.
“Are you okay?”, were the first words he
mumbled and his voice sounded deeper than before. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s fine. I just think my foot… not
enough blood, you know?”, you stammered, still overwhelmed with his smell,
He yawned and then his grip around you got
tighter. “I got a solution for this”, he mumbled and then he stood up, carrying
you in his arms.
“Uhm, Josh?”, you said but he only shook his
head. “No, don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”, he said and walked over to your bed.
You caught a glimpse on the alarm clock. 4:23am. Not the time to get up or send
someone away to their own bed. So you let Josh place you on your bed before he
slid under the blanket next to you, wrapping his arm around you and burying his
face in your hair. “Thanks, (y/n)”, he mumbled before drifting off back to
It took some time again for you to fall asleep
yourself, but as you woke up the next morning, you had to admit that you’d
never slept as well as with him next to you. But where was he?
Your bed was empty and even the ice cream from
yesterday night had been thrown away in the bin. You looked around, listening
for sounds in the bathroom but nothing. He left. Sighing you got up and
stretched. When you got up, you noticed a note that laid on the ground. The
handwriting was orderly and a little heart was drawn on the bottom of the page
next to his name. It said:
Dear (y/n), thanks for letting me stay over the
night. I left at seven but you looked so peaceful, so I decided not to wake you
up. Here’s my number, call me. I’ll be back from visiting the family end of the
week. Let’s go out. Have a real date. But please, with ice cream at the end.
And maybe this time for cuddling (best cuddles) and sleeping ;) my place?
Rhink AU : Link is mute, but the emotions that he feels will show up around him. The bigger, darker, and obvious the writings, the stronger that feeling is. His emotions are always so simple, but since he met Rhett even he can’t find the words to explain his feelings.
I had this idea so I just made a random sequence of drawing of how this story could play out ^^
Song for the Playlist - Wonderwall by Ryan Adams (cover)
Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter because the app is being a dick)
Word Count - 4250…ish
“Just gotta be safe, love,” he whispered.
“My protector,” she said back into his ear and a shiver ran down his spine.
He manoeuvred them until she was lying flat on the bed and he could straddle her thighs and view her perfect body from above, and leaned down to kiss her lips once again. Her hands ruffled through his hair as he abandoned her lips to find her jaw, nipping at her and his hands lingered at her neck, tickling, until he moved further down and found a perfect spot to suck on to.
Her breath hitched at his teeth on her neck, a slight moan coming from her mouth and her grip on his hair tightening until he pulled away wishing the small bruise would appear that second to mark her as his.
Losing a loved one can leave a huge void in our hearts forever and all we are left to feel is the sense of emptiness. But when we lose someone we love before their life is even given the chance to begin, the feeling of bereavement becomes more devastating, leaving us with only the what if’s and visions of what could have been.
Warning: This imagine contains mature and very sensitive content and it might not be suitable for some people so read it at your own risk. Please know that I am not trying to romanticize any serious topics, it’s all fiction but these things do happen in real life and I don’t want to upset or offend anyone.
The sun was shining at its highest peak in the sky. It was midday in the early heart of June. The radiance and warmth of daylight illuminated every room of the house with its welcoming and delightful glow. But it was not enough to suppress the emptiness that now laid hidden within the walls and the heavy void that has left a sense of sorrow and heartache in its wake.
“Baby?” Justin spoke softly to (Your Name), hoping to capture her attention. He stood in the archway — dividing the kitchen and dining room and the living room — while leaning against the wooden frame.
He waited for any kind of response from her; a quick glance at him over her shoulder or an uttered hum to indicate her awareness of him being in the room. He sighed deeply and distressingly when she remained frozen and almost unfazed by his presence.
She sat in silence and completely motionless on the couch; her legs were curled up underneath her, she hugged herself tightly with her hands firmly gripping both of her upper arms. She stared into oblivion. It was like she had lost all focus and her touch with reality and with each passing day, Justin felt like he was losing her more and more.
“(Your Name)?” His voice quivered as he approached the couch. He kneeled in front of her with his hands folded together. (Your Name) would not look at him. She feared that if she made eye contact with him she would break down into tears. She was lost.
“Baby girl? Why don’t I take you upstairs so you can rest for a little while?” Justin’s heart ached at the sight of the obvious exhaustion that swelled over her face. (Your Name) hadn’t slept in days. He knew this from not only the redness and bags underneath her eyes but because he could hear her cries at night. He’d hear her muffled whimpers and felt her body shake beside him. It was tearing him apart from the inside that he couldn’t take away her pain. But he knew why, because he was feeling the same sorrow and grief.
They had suffered so much in recent weeks and it has left them in a state of bereavement and a huge void in their home that could never be filled. Justin felt the torment and he felt it tremendously, but having to see (Your Name) — the love of his life — fall more into despair each day was only adding to that torment.
They had already lost their precious little one, Justin wouldn’t be able to cope with losing her too.
“Baby,” his voice was now more brittle and he was on the verge of tears. “Please say something. I can’t bare to see you like this anymore. I-” he stopped abruptly mid-sentence and wiped away the tears that were streaming down his cheek. “I feel like I’m losing you."
(Your Name) heard every word he said. She heard the agony in his voice, but she still couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She was struggling to hold everything in; the heartache, the sense of feeling inconsolable, the emptiness, the guilt. It is what Justin would say next that would finally force her to her breaking point.
"Don’t let me lose you too, (Your Name)."
As soon as those words slipped through Justin’s lips, every thought and feeling that (Your Name) had been keeping bundled up inside ever since she held her sleeping baby girl for the first and only time became too overwhelming and she could not control herself any longer. Tears began cascading down her face and she began to shake uncontrollably.
"It’s all my fault,” she cried into her hands; her fingers digging deep into her skin. “It’s my fault, Justin."
Hearing those words was like a sharp blade that had pierced Justin’s heart, leaving behind a deep wound.
(Your Name) was feeling culpable. In her mind, what has happened to her and Justin in recent weeks was because of her. Having their baby taken from them so prematurely, having to say goodbye to her and not knowing what it would be like to watch her grow up, having to live with the hardship that they will never get the chance to tell their daughter just how much they love her and how much she meant to them.
All of the hopes and dreams they shared for nearly eight and a half months were snatched from them in an instant and (Your Name) believed it was caused —in one way or another — by her own doing.
"Don’t say that, baby girl.” The air in Justin’s lungs became hitched in his throat as he struggled to talk, making his voice more guttural. His eyes began to swell up with tears but he quickly took a deep breath and regained control of himself. He needed to stay strong for (Your Name), even if he was falling apart.
“B-But it’s the truth,” (Your Name) stuttered, letting her hands fall lifelessly from her face and onto her lap. “Why else would it have happened if it wasn’t for something I did or didn’t do? W-Why did it have to happen to us? Why us, Justin?” She stumbled over her words a few more times, struggling to speak as she cried. “Our baby is gone, Justin.” She wanted to scream out in anger and sadness but her voice was so brittle, her words only came out in a whisper.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, (Your Name) lifted her head up and looked at Justin.
His brown eyes with swirls of honey that once glistened with joy and light appeared to look dead. They lacked almost little to no emotion. It was almost like he was lost and didn’t know how to find his way back. This made (Your Name)’s heart shatter.
“Why did this happen to us?"
Justin could feel the lump in his throat getting bigger by the second. He didn’t have an accurate answer for her, or himself. But his most honest and inner reason brought him a little peace and comfort and he hoped that it would ease (Your Name)’s mind as well.
Carefully taking her hands that were folded together and enveloping them within his own, Justin sat on the coffee table so that he was directly in front of her.
"I wish I knew the answer to that, sweetheart, I really do. I’ve asked myself many times why God would let our little princess be taken away from us.” He paused for a moment to reclaim himself before he continued.
“But you know something, (Your Name)? I like to think that our baby is safe with God. Wherever she is now, she’s with him and she’s okay. She’s not sick or in any pain, she’s happy and looking down on us right now. She’ll be our little angel always."
Admitting this aloud to her, and to himself felt like he had finally lifted a heavy weight off of his shoulders. He could see it in (Your Name)’s eyes that his words gave her the same feeling, but the pain still lingered.
(Your Name) suddenly began to feel lighter. Her tears stopped and her whole body relaxed. She replayed what Justin had said over and over in her mind. She knew he was right and that gave her peace of mind.
"I know how hard this has been, darling. How unfair life can be sometimes; to have this happen to us was definitely unfair and heartbreaking but we will get through this, like we get through everything else. And whenever you feel like you’re ready, we can try again and I promise you, we’ll have our family one day.” He knew he was finally getting through to her when he noticed her lips slowly curl into a little smile. But it was for only a brief moment before it faded away.
“I just miss her so much,” (Your Name) whispered.
“I know, babe, I know. I miss her too.” He brushed the loose strands of hair away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. “But please know, that no one is a fault okay. These things do happen. Okay? No one blames you. I don’t blame you. I never will, baby."
"I don’t blame you. I never will, baby.”
That was enough to ease her mind. Her biggest fear was that he put her at fault for everything; she really didn’t care about anyone else’s opinion but if Justin did, in fact, blame her, she would never be able to live with herself. To hear him confirm otherwise was so reassuring and a sense relief of washed over her.
Grabbing the collar of his shirt, (Your Name) pulled Justin closer and buried her face into his neck. Justin didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms tightly around her. It had felt like a lifetime since he held her like this.
“I love you so much. We’re gonna get through this, I promise,” he whispered softly, one hand rubbing circles across (Your Name)’s back while the other gently held the back of her head. They sat there in silence and just held each other for what felt like hours, letting one comfort the other.
The End ♡
PS - Hello, Loves!! This has taken me so long to write, it’s been in my drafts for weeks. I’m sorry for not being very active lately and for not posting anything but I’m back. More imagines coming soon, I promise 😘💙
PPS - If you have any ideas for new imagines, feel free to send them anytime 💕
Same old rant about KS and Canon; read at your own risk ?
Warning: It’s LONG as fuck also I’m salty af.
As a KS shipper you’ve probably encountered a few thick headed haters who lack common sense and the definition of a few words, and believe me I’ve met my fair share of those and some more
But it’s a little stupid when you think about it isn’t it?
People jump over to the ‘he’S SO MUCH OLDER EW ITS ABUSIVE’ as if being in a relationship with an older person means you’re being bullied and discriminated against (how damned idiotic is that really?)
So you’re telling me that age difference is abusive but being ignored and treated as less than you are by your lover is not? And that being with an older male is cruel but being with one that tried to kill you is not? Excuse me but what textbook did you read and where the hell did you receive your education?
I’m really sick and tired of the way everyone throws the word ‘abusive’ around so much that it almost loses it’s impact.
And the lame ol’ ‘that’s pedophilia’ bullshit.
Honey do you even know what 'pedophilia’ is? What it means? Because if you think that shipping adult Sakura with adult Kakashi is that then you definitely don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Pedophilia is having sexual feelings directed towards CHILDREN. And in case you missed it it’s ADULT Sakura with ADULT Kakashi and that involves 0 children.
And lol, just because he knew her when she was 12, it doesn’t mean he LIKED her when she was 12.
'Agshsksk EW HE WAS HER TEACHER’
Bitch where? I ain’t even going to PRETEND he was her teacher because let’s face it, he taught her about 0 things. Can’t even count the tree climbing exercise as something he taught her because she already excelled at it. I’ll only give him credit for teaching her teamwork.
Kakashi was assigned Team 7 when they were 12 and they were together for a few months until they entered the chuunin exams and then Sasuke left and Naruto went with Jiraiya and Sakura went to Tsunade for training.
Tsunade is her teacher. She’s the one who trained her and taught her what she knew. She’s the one who turned her into the person she is and was responsible for her growth as a woman and a shinobi.
So as far as I’m concerned he is to her what Naruto, Sai and Sasuke are: a teammate.
I think it’s horrible that people would go to such far lengths to turn something sincere and beautiful into something so ugly and disgusting. I don’t give a shit if they’re not canon and I definitely don’t give a shit if my ship’s existence somehow offends you (really? Get a hobby).
I already know my ship only exists in fan fiction but you know what? That’s what makes it better. It wasn’t royally fucked by the creator nor were it horribly damaged with everyone out of character. They’re not a married couple that barely interact with the husband as a workaholic or a deadbeat dad. They don’t have children who don’t recognise their father or loath him.
My fandom is blessed with amazing writers that can take these two characters with their same personalities and pasts and create the most realistic beautiful love story that you wonder why the fuck is it not what happened.
And I don’t mean that if people don’t ship KS that their ship sucks but I’m so tired of being told MY ship sucks. Lol, no it doesn’t. If anything sucks it’s your imagination that turns something so pure into something disgusting.
That said, the canon ships DID have potential to be great (to a degree) but then the creators went ahead and completely ruined that so I do sympathise with you if you ship canon since they kinda fucked you over with that lame-ass plot and half-hearted attempts. I’m not a genius nor am I particularly talented with writing/plotting but I’m not above admitting even I could’ve done better than that. They set the bar pretty fuckin low. My sincerest apologies.
I keep thinking if I were still a SS shipper (thank god I’m not) I would’ve wanted Kishi’s head on a platter. I think that’s the worst ending EVER. Holy shit, I would’ve been furious. I would’ve hated his guts (kinda do anyway). I would’ve wished he NEVER made them a thing just so I could keep my fantasy of them having a happy ending a THING. But hey, that’s just me.
I must say though this rant should not be takin personally it’s a fuckin rant after all. If you’re an unfortunate SS/NH/whatever the fuck shipper that stumbled upon this and is offended, don’t be, it’s a fuckin opinion. Don’t send me hate because in all likelihood I will give as much a shit about it as Sasuke gives a shit about his teammates; barely. Just block me and move on, be the bigger person or whatever.
The only place SS and NH will make any sense is fan fiction, and that’s just the truth. The sooner you accept it, the better.
Gotta give credits to the artists though, they do a pretty good job of making them look appealing in art.
Hi! Since you really really love Jason and Piper won't you please tell me your take on the whole Hera Making Them fall for each other and them just kinda accepting it after they got their memories back? I mean, I totally ship it, but that part has always made me uncomfortable... (Also sorry this isn't part of your ask thing RN, but it just occurred to me you might've thought of a great explanation here...)
hey there :D i’m not too great at explaining things, but i’ll give it a shot.
first up! hera didn’t make them fall for each other, they did that on their own throughout the books. what hera did do: she planted fake memories in piper and leo’s head to (mostly) entice them towards him, as a friend and as a crush. kind of like bait, to keep them together, except that all backfired when annabeth pointed out to piper “do you actually know him?” turns out, she did not. neither did leo. but they accepted him anyway, because they had glimpses from fake memories of what he could be: a good friend. piper, sure, wanted him to be something else–but she never made him feel obligated to fulfil any of that. jason spent the majority of TLH telling himself “oh god, she’s so cute, and nice, and badass. but i can’t crush on her or lead her on, because i have no memories and that would be a huge dick move”. likewise, piper had moments of thinking “i wish it could be a thing, but it won’t be, i have bigger issues to worry about: and he owes me nothing.” (leo spent all of that time looking between them like “y’all are losers. are ya gonna kiss? no? good, saves me the bother of pretending not to notice lmfao”)
(also, it should be said: they didn’t hold him up to the standard of fake jason. they let him grow into his own person at his own rate in the books.)
as for the uncomfortable part: yeah, that part always peeved me off, too & they’re my otp. :/ i 100% see what you mean about not knowing how that particular roadblock was cleared. a huge part of that discomfort for me was not knowing how they even got together. that they were an official Thing was sort of explained in one line, from leo’s pov (in……the quest for buford, i think???) and it’s never even explained what happened with jason’s memories. did they come back all at once? did he remember things in bits and pieces??? did they get together before or after he remembered ??? none of that gets explained and it’s. really fucking annoying. rr has kind of consistently let me down in regards to developing the new cast, particularly jason (and frank/hazel/piper)’s relationships and, surprise surprise, his character. there’s no way around it and you have to admit, a lot of relationships (romantic, especially) were mentioned without proper elaboration, even ones that had been building up slowly through whole books (TLH/jasiper, SoN/frazel, HoH/caleo–you get the drift).
you’re going to have to take it with a grain of salt and decide for yourself how you think they got together. it depends VERY MUCH on how you see the characters/what you think their personalities are really like, and what actions are believable of them. in TLH, neither piper nor jason were very vocal about developing crushes on each other–which was understandable, considering their awkward situation. they admire each other a lot in their povs, get jealous over silly things involving each other, and even leo starts to notice whatever they are, outside the fake memories, is slowly becoming quite real. piper never pressures jason to like her back, jason blushes a shit ton because he has a lil puppy crush, and they’re adorably supportive of each other. in MoA u can see them easily talking their problems out, and just because they’ve had one conversation about it, it doesn’t mean that they stop reassuring each other on the issue bothering them (aka jason repeating “i told you, you’ve got nothing to be jealous of/we’re a team” to piper, and piper repeating “you don’t have to be invincible all the time/we’ll take turns saving each other”). obviously the memories are an ISSUE but they have shown they can work through it.
their entire relationship is totally up for interpretation. liiiiiike…….from a completely platonic standpoint, too, you can’t deny that they’re very very close friends. always on each other’s teams, putting each other ahead of themselves, and keeping each other grounded/happy. the fake memories may have affected them until jason got all his memories back, but it didn’t stop them from developing a pretty strong bond in between all that. i, personally, can’t see them getting together until jason was absolutely sure he wanted to be with her, made that choice on his own, and they were both comfortable enough with each other to think “yeah, this is real”
i’m still pissed we never got to see how they got together. things like who made the first move, how did they ask, how long did it take?? those things give relationships a shit ton more depth. but uh. we got vague mentions instead :/
carol :) don't worry about flannel boi: if you guys get in touch, that's absolutely lovely and I wish you both happy times together. if you guys don't, however, let it go because the worst thing you could do to yourself is resist fate and hold on when you know someone's going to cut that rope, y'know? anyways, good luck!
the thing is ok like i feel like i’ve inadvertently made it sound like we have a bigger connection than we rly do bc objectively speaking all that happened was that he looked at me during his performance when he was singing a love song?? and that was it we didn’t talk or anything we didn’t even exchange names or numbers so i rly dont think…. he’d remember me at all?? or even think that much of what happened?? anyway now i’ve just made myself rly emo so im gonna go to bed and be sad lndkshdks but thank u sweet one ur right
I lost three people that day
My wife that I hated
For making me hate her
But I could never
from now into forever
And how it begins
that moment I looked Into those beautiful brown eyes
and fell in love.
That right there is what I’m made of.
we were a team so in sync
our presence felt like one
Made it work
Survived all the firsts
Thought we’d won
Sad to see ten years gone
The floor our bigger picture lay torn
Wish it , I was different but..
Just know this my beautiful first
I can’t forget and
They wont ever have me
cause getting rid of you
is the same as me to.
no matter how much this fucking sucks. When I Told Ya You’ll Never Get ME
And Still Fucking do
The other two my will and my sanity
I Dont care about love like that anymore and the the one thing that’s fucking driving me mad.
My worst fear is actually coming true
I’m gonna die alone with you.
Review : The ending line is extremely powerful and ties the poem together nicely. It was a heartbreakingly beautiful journey to read through this piece. One thing to note is to watch your spelling. Otherwise, lovely job. Keep on writing. ❤
I was going to say “remember when I used to make busts” but I only like 100 followers back when I did that somewhat frequently so I guess not? (in case you’re curious) Anyway I’ve always been too afraid to paint them, but today I came across some pictures I made of them “interacting” and figured I could colour the picture digitally. So here ya go, heh.
So, here it is. I did it. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW @miya-sheep
Also, when I was writing the angst part Welcome to my life from Simple Plan
started playing. Followed right up by Hello
from Adele. THE ODDS ARE AGAINST ME-
Error is probably OOC. Yup, he totally his pls
don’t kill meh
The prompt is ‘Imagine
your OTP are good friends, but not together as a couple yet. Person B has a
plush of Person A, but had kept it a secret for a long time. One day, Person A
walks in on them whispering to the plush while hugging it and is about to tease
them lightly about it, but holds their tongue when they realize Person B is
crying about how they wish they could get up the courage to admit to the real
Person A how they feel. How Person A reacts is up to you’ by @otpprompts
I’ll add the AO3 link when I manage to post it there. For now, enjoy this thing I made!