idk if i got this request right so if i didn't sorry!

What’s in France

Request: Hello! I have a request, how about reader is in love with newt, but she thinks newt loves leta(when they were in hogwarts)(and newt had been distant) which is why she lost contact with him after he got expelled. Angst!! They meet years later and turns out newt realised he loved reader when he lost her. Pls a happy ending! Im sorry if its too detailed, I’m just really excited about this one. Love u!

Word Count: 2,665

Pairing: Newt x reader

Requested by Anonymous

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Newt twists in his bed, kicking the sheets from his chest and running a hand over his face. The moonlight streaks illuminate the small clock hanging crooked on the room’s wall. 2:53. Groaning, he flips onto his stomach, coming face to face with a picture of you breaking into a shy smile.

The familiar tears prick his eyes as he watches it happen over and over, falling back asleep and into a restless dream of you smiling.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It’ll be fun. Come on, we can go to The Three Broomsticks and split a glass of butterbeer like we used to.”

“I have too much studying to do.”

You groan and fall onto the couch next to your friend. “Newt, we haven’t had time to hang out in ages.” You deepen your voice to sound like his. “It’s always ‘I’m studying’ or ‘I have to write notes.’ Why don’t you take one break to go with me?”

Newt tears his eyes from the book in front of him, smile forming on his lips. “I’m busy. I need to pass this next potions exam. We’ll go next month, I promise.”

“Newt.” You whine, drawing out his name until he raises his eyebrows at you in false annoyance.

“Fine. You win.”

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Originally posted by bonesy-mccoy

Bones x reader

Warnings: Blood and scary aliens

Word count: 849

A/N: I just wanted to make you guys something to celebrate 1,169 FOLLOWERS!!! WHAT?? I LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU!!

P.S. My life has been a huge mess lately and I’m so sorry to everyone I haven’t answered! I’m trying to go through your requests now, I’m so sorry for the wait, I just want you to know it’s not a bother, I love helping you guys, my anxiety is just not letting me be creative at aaall these days. Sorry <3

Her breath came out in short bursts as she observed the scene. Strange figures roamed around the crash site, their overly large mouths snarling and growling to each other. There were dozens of them. She wasn’t too safe here hiding in the bushes, but she was reluctant to leave, knowing that people will come looking for her, unknowing of the dangers. Ripping some fabric off her pants, she tied it around her bleeding arm, thankful that she didn’t get more severely hurt.

Looking back up, she tried to calm her racing heart, but a blue figure to the right immediately made it go faster.


He was about 20 meters away, making his way out of the woods, oblivious to the creatures that would surely rip him to shreds if he was spotted. Silently cursing to herself, she raced through the trees, staying as low as she could. He was just about to enter the clearing when she all but tackled him into a bush, holding a hand to his mouth before he could yelp. Her eyes darted through the leaves to see if they noticed the debacle.

“Y/N!” His voice was muffled and he removed her hand from his face before continuing. “What happened to your arm? Are you okay?” His voice was frantic but she didn’t pay mind to it as she was too busy watching out for their lives.

“Keep quiet!” she hissed, leaning further into him as one of the figures glanced their way.

“Y/N.” She shushed him again, but he didn’t obey as he kept trying to get her attention.


“Shut your pretty mouth, Len, didn’t you see the freaking alien monsters-”


“I swear to god, I will kick yo-“

“I thought you were gone.” If it wasn’t for the voice crack at his last word she would’ve shushed him again. Confused, she spun her head only to see his teary eyes only inches from hers. The pain she found in them made her mind go blank and she became vividly aware of the lack of distance between them.

“Len…I, it was a small crash, nothing I couldn’t handle.” She stuttered, her heart leaping at the rare vulnerability the Doctor was showing.

“A small crash? Y/N, you…you jumped on a freaking enemy cargo ship and crashed it! Your comm broke, we thought you…” He trailed off, his hurt face suddenly converting into anger. “God, you just have to play the hero every damn time and pretend you’re not leaving anybody behind, huh?! Do you know what we- what I went through?! No, you only think about yourself, never others! You know,-“ His voice was raising with every word as she frenzied with trying to calm him down.

“Shut up, will you?!” She gave up and tried to put her hand on his mouth again but he pushed it away.

“-sometimes you are just so selfish and I-“

“Len!” She looked up to the site in a panic, hoping he would shut the hell up.

“-don’t understand how I even care for your immature ass-“

One glance at his blabbering mouth during her panicked state was enough for her to shut him up by grabbing his face and kissing him. Her lips tingled as they simply lay there with their lips pressed against each other before she pulled away, angrily fighting off a blush as she exploded.

“I was thinking of others when I took that risk but I see you’re fine with me getting killed by an armed alien-tribe, now will you close that damn mouth and let me try to get us out of here alive, ‘cause as much as I’d like to continue this, I also want to live a little longer!” He stared at her slack-jawed as she glanced back up, immediately panicking as she saw figures approaching.

“Why don’t we just go back to the ship” He suddenly inquired, pulling out his comm and speaking into it. “I found her.” Looking at him in confusion, she had just the time to search for something to defend herself with before they were surrounded by light and teleported away.

It only took her a second to realize she was in the teleporter room, and it took all but five to realize what just happened. Leonard gave her a sloppy grin as she glared at him.

“YOU HAD THAT ON YOU THE WHOLE TIME, WHY-?!” You stopped as you heard other people in the room and realized the exact position you and Leonard were in. Quickly getting up, you straightened your torn clothes and shot a withering glare at Leonard before you strode out of the room, ignoring the smirks of your crewmates. You got all but five feet from the door before a hand gently grabbed your uninjured arm. Turning around, you tried your hardest to be angry in spite of his adorable smile.

“You said something about continuing this?” he winked and this time either of them could hide their blush.

“Maybe if you fix my damn arm first.” She grumbled, trying and failing to fight off a smile.

anonymous asked:

I'd like to request some hurt/comfort. Maybe Tom gets pretty badly hurt fighting or maybe he ran away from his dad or something, and he didn't know who else to go to besides Marco and Star. And maybe he tries to play it off as not so bad at first? idk. this blog is great and i love reading everything. <3

Of course I can write this! It was such a good idea and I really really enjoyed writing it! And thank you for saying those nice things! You’re so sweet! I hope you like the story! Enjoy!

Marco got up when he heard a frantic pounding at the door. Marco went to carefully open it, curious and a little worried as to who was hitting the door so hard. But his worry melted away when he saw Tom on the other side. “Hey, dude. Why were you knocking like that? You could have given me a minute.” Marco teased. But Tom didn’t really react.

“Huh? Oh yeah I… can I… I was just around and I…” Tom blabbered on. Incoherent and broken sentences. He looked flustered, his hair was a mess and he seemed out of breath like he had just been running. Marco felt his worry return and he looked at how shaken up Tom seemed.

“Tom, are you okay?” Marco asked. He noticed Tom had his arm clutched close to himself, and his fist balled up. “Hey, is your arm okay?” Marco asked.

Tom nodded and tried to fight back tears. “No! I mean yes! My arm is fine I uhm… I just was… it’s no big deal, I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to bother you this late. I’ll just go.” Tom tried, but Marco grabbed him and stopped the demon.

“Tom, what happened?” He asked. Tom bit his lip and tried very hard not to cry, but he was losing the fight. Marco didn’t waste any time before pulling him into a hug. “Hey, shh it’s okay.” He hushed.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t know where else to go.” Tom blubbered. Marco nodded and pulled away a bit. “It’s just… please don’t be angry I… we got into a fight and I didn’t know where else to go. Don’t be upset I didn’t mean to get in a fight I swear.” Tom rambled, clearly distressed. Marco hushed him again and brought the demon inside where it was warm.

“I’m not angry. I’m not upset with you. Are you hurt?” marco asked. Tom sniffled a little and shook his head.

“N-no. It’s nothing I-I’m okay.” He assured.

“Show me what happened.” Marco asked, knowing this wasn’t the truth. Tom nodded and showed Marco his arm.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” Tom assured. He had a gash on his lowers arm, just under his elbow. “I cut it on the mirror, it broke. It’s really not that bad but… It just won’t stop bleeding and I didn’t know what to do. I tried to wrap it up but I couldn’t.” Tom explained. Marco looked down at him with a worried look. “I would have just tried to wrap it up but I started to feel sick, and it won’t stop bleeding.” Tom repeated. Marco hushed him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He promised. “You’re bleeding pretty badly, but it’s going to be fine. How long did you have this?” Marco asked.

“A few hours.” Tom responded.

“Next time come to me right away.” Marco instructed. He held Tom’s arm out and ran into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. As he cleaned and wrapped Tom’s wound up he continued to hush him and try and get the demon to calm down. He was clearly nearly hysterical, but he kept insisting he was fine. And then he would follow with an apology. Tom was not currently in his right mind, which was understandable after spending all day so hurt.

“Thank you.” Tom mumbled, after Marco finished patching up his arm. Marco smiled and wrapped his arms around the shaking demon.

“Of course.” He told him. “You know I’m here any time you need me, right?” Marco asked. Tom nodded and Marco held him closer, running his fingers through his hair. “You seemed a little hysterical, do you wanna tell me what the fight was about?” Marco asked. Tom just moved closer to the human and Marco held his hand.

“It was an accident.” Tom forced out. “He pushed me and I fell. I just fell, it was an accident.” Tom began to ramble again and marco cut him off with a kiss. He pulled him back down and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. He really didn’t need to her anything more, this was enough to get the story.
“It’s okay, do you want to stay here tonight?” Marco asked. Tom smiled a little bit and nodded. “Do you still feel sick? Do you feel woozy at all?” Marco inquired. “You were losing blood for a long time.” He reminded. Tom felt really cold, and he looked pale.

“I’m going to be okay.” Tom assured. “I just, feel a little lightheaded, and kind of woozy.” He admitted. Marco pulled him into a kiss. It was clear he was confused, about what was going on and how he was feeling, most likely from the blood loss. No wonder he was so worked up when he got here. But now that Marco was holding him and keeping him warm, he seemed to feel a little better.

“I think you are too.” Marco smiled. “I’m not going to lie though, you had me worried for a second.” He laughed nervously. “I tried to keep my cool because I knew that wouldn’t help you if I was freaking out but, you feel really cold and look pale.” Marco pointed out. “I think you’ll be fine though. You gonna be exhausted though.” Marco smiled. Tom smiled and leaned his head against Marco, closing his eyes. Marco shook him gently. “Hey, I want you to stay awake for a little while longer, just so I know you’ll be okay.” Marco told him. Tom nodded and rubbed his eyes sleepily. “Tommy, is everything okay at home?” Marco asked.

Tom held onto Marco’s hand a little tighter. “My dad’s been really angry with me lately…” He admitted. Marco nodded and Tom continued. “That’s why I haven’t really been around too often… I’m sort of afraid of what he’ll do if he catches me trying to leave.” Tom explained. Marco stroked Tom’s hair and gave him a kiss in the temple.

“Then I think maybe you should stay here for a few days, just until this blows over.” He suggested. Tom shook his head.

“It never blows over…” He mumbled. Marco nodded and held his hand.

“Well then at least stay till you feel better?” Marco asked. “You’ll probably be feeling a little sick and weak for a day or two. And I want to make sure I bandaged you up okay.” Marco explained. Tom smiled a little bit and nodded.

“I’d actually really like that, to stay here.” He responded. Marco nodded and put the blanket back over the demon’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay here. I’ll take care of you.”

"Why no, I didn't."

A/N: So I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now, and idk I just felt the need to let it free, so please enjoy

Warnings: Cursing, disability?


It had been a few weeks since the battle of Ultron, and much to the relief of everyone in the tower things had been rather quiet on the super villain front. Of course it was still Avengers Tower and with 12 superheroes under one roof things were bound to get loud.

However, Y/N could handle loud noises. In fact she welcomed them. Since she lost her vision at a young age she relied on sound rather than sight to clue her in on the world around her. But there was one particular sound that was beginning to get on her last nerve.

“What? You didn’t see that coming?” She heard her boyfriend tease her best friend from a few rooms over.

That. That phrase was starting to become the bane of Y/N’s existence. And while she respected that it was Pietro’s “catchphrase” of sorts- it still left an ache in her chest every time she heard it.

Clint was a different story, he just laughed it off and said something along the lines of, “One day I will see it coming and when I do you’ll be in a world of hurt.”

Y/N had a special connection with Clint. Not only did he convince S.H.I.E.L.D. to give her a shot despite her physical limitations, but he also trained her himself. They had gone on almost every mission together and were almost as close as Clint was with Natasha. They would joke that he was her eyes while she was his ears. So when Y/N wasn’t there to protect Clint in the battle against Ultron she was forever indebted to one Pietro Maximoff for saving her best friend and seeing eye companion. Though Pietro swears the debt was repaid the second she agreed to their first date. And every date after that was him being indebted to her.

Which is why she never said anything about that damn phrase. It made Pietro happy. While she could never actually see the smile on his face Y/N could hear the happy smirk in his voice whenever he got to say it. So she suffered in silence as day-in and day-out her Sokovian boyfriend sassed the rest of the Avengers on their “poor eyesight”.

Y/N was shocked out of her thoughts as a pair of lips pressed softly to her cheek. She had let out a small squeal of surprise which caused a booming laugh to erupt from her two favorite guys in the whole world. The longer they laughed the more upset Y/N got. It wasn’t her fault they came in when she was zoned out and it’s not like she had Clint to tell her who came in!

“Printsessa?” Pietro managed to get out between chuckles, “You did not see that coming?” The room became silent immediately as Pietro realized what he had said. “Wait! Y/N I did not-”

“Why no, I didn’t see that coming.” Honestly it wouldn’t have been so bad had it not been for the fact that he had tried to apologize. Sure he thought he was doing the right thing, but Y/N wanted to feel like everyone else. She was sick of being handled with kid gloves. “You know why Pietro?! Because I’m fucking blind! I’m so damn sick of your fucking catchphrase! And honestly I’m mostly sick because you never say it to me! Yeah it wouldn’t be totally PC but damn am I so freakishly different that you have to censor yourself around me?”

Her rant over, Y/N stormed from the room hoping she didn’t run into anything. Thankfully she got to her and Pietro’s shared bedroom without incident and flopped onto the bed sobbing. Ok so maybe she was overreacting, but damn she was an Avenger and being the only one left out of an inside joke kind of hurt.

A soft knock came on the door a few minutes later. Y/N had since stopped crying and was simply laying on the bed trying to keep her breaths steady.

“Printsessa?” Pietro’s soft voice sounded guilty and heartbroken.


“May I come in?”

“Well yeah,” Y/N answered a small smile tugging at her lips. Man her boyfriend was such a dork sometimes.

In a flash Pietro was sitting beside Y/N, his hand ghosting up and down her back in soothing patterns. “I am truly sorry printsessa. I never meant to make you feel left out and I would understand if you wanted to call things off and-”

“Pietro you goofball,” Y/N snorted, sitting up to face the speedster. “I would never want to end things with you. And I accept your apology. Just stop trying to act different around me ok? I love you for all that you are, stupid catchphrase and all.”

Y/N reached out and wrapped her arms around Pietro’s shoulders as he sat there stiff. “Did you-? Wait. You-? You love me?”

Y/N pulled back with a giggle. “What? You didn’t see that coming?”


I’ll take requests if anyone wants something?

The Prince and the Florist

Summary: Now that his mother has gone, Prince Arthur’s rose garden has wilted away and so has life in the castle. But a fateful encounter after sneaking out may change everything. (usuk, g, royal au)

This is my first giveaway gift for @queen-of-notokay - they won 3rd place which was SUPPOSED to be a drabble under 500 words but I went overboard and this one is 800+ words hahah ;;;
Their request was for one to be a noble/prince and the other a peasant! I got to pick the rest so this is what I came up with! I hope you all enjoy it!

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I didn't mean to scare you - Calum Hood [fluff]

Requested - yes

Anonymous - “could you do one where 5sos stays at your place, that idk belongs to like a cousin or something that you’re staying with, and theres no space left and so Cal sleeps in your bed and things get cute and cuddly while watching American Horror Story bc you get scared”

A/N: I don’t watch American Horror Story ee sorry so I’m just going to say it’s a generic scary movie

Word Count - 919


You’re staying in your cousin’s house, it’s fairly large for just her so it’s not a problem for you to be staying there until you find a place in the area, which she’s would be perfectly happy if it never happened. However, your cousin is quite sociable at her work, which is something really complicated to do with the music industry, and more often than not her other guest bedrooms are filled by musicians, mangers and/or assistants. It doesn’t bother you, unless they’re particularly nasty people, it’s actually quite fun getting to meet people who are, more often than not, your favourite artists.

“[Y/N], I told you I’m going away for the weekend, right?” she says, trudging down the stairs with a suitcase.

“No,” you reply exiting the kitchen and standing in the hallway.

“Well I am, don’t worry I’ll be back on Wednesday, but I’ve got a favour to ask you,” she says.

“What?” you lean against the door frame.

“Well one of the artists from work are arranged to be staying over here until Tuesday so I need you to be a good hostess,” she says.

“What? I didn’t agree to this,” you say.

“You’re living in my house, eating my food, and even driving my car, all for free!” she exclaims.

“You’re the one who doesn’t want me to leave,” you mumble. “When do they get here?”

“Tonight,” she replies.

“When do you leave?” you ask.

“Now,” she tells you.

Your eyes widen, “So you’re not even going to be here when they get here?”

“Sorry, I’ll see you Wednesday, you better be nice to them,” she says.

You stand at the door as she gets into her cab and just as she does you yell, “Wait, who’s even coming?”

She doesn’t hear you though so you’re left wondering.

That night you start to get impatient, you don’t want to do anything in case they arrive but it get’s to 11pm and you’re slightly annoyed, that is when the doorbell rings.

“You must be…” you begin as you open the door and find 5 seconds of summer stood in front of you. “5 seconds of summer, oh wow”

“You seem surprised, are you [Y/C/N]?” Ashton asks.

“No, I’m her cousin [Y/N], I’m living with her and she’s away so I’m here to be your hostess,” you explain.

“Oh, hi, [Y/N],” Michael shakes your hand and you go down the line shaking their hands.

“Come inside, I can get you to your rooms, I’m not sure how many rooms there are but I know for a fact that you can’t sleep in my cousin’s room,” you laugh a little.

They follow behind you as you go up the stairs to check which rooms are prepared.

“Okay, we have two rooms, one of which has two beds and the other has one, so that’s a problem,” you say thinking. “But I guess I can sleep on the sofa and one of you can have my room”

“No no, we couldn’t do that, we can sleep on the sofa, this is where you live, we’re intruding here,” Ashton adds.

“Only if you’re sure,” you say.

“Yeah, I’ll take the couch,” Calum interjects.

The boys eventually calm down but by that point it’s around 2am and you’ve drank enough caffeine to keep you up for weeks so you decide that it would be the best time to scare yourself shitless and watch a scary movie. You turn your TV on and climb under the covers ready to scare yourself.

Just as the movie gets to the scariest part and your duvet is brought up to your nose your bedroom door creaks open making you squeal.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Calum says, beginning sincere but ending up giggling.

“It’s fine, did I wake you,” you ask pausing the movie.

“No, I’ve been sat on my phone and I heard the TV and got curious, what are you watching?” he asks.

“Oh, just some scary movie,” you answer as he analyses the screen.

“I love this,” he steps in the room a little more.

“D-do you want to watch it with me? It might stop me from getting scared,” you say.

“Sure,” he chirps climbing under the covers next to you. “This is the best bit”

“Really because I’m terrified,” you laugh pressing play.

You glance at Calum’s face which is watching the move intently and when you look back at the screen you have to cover your face with the duvet again.

“Oh god,” you whisper quietly covering your eyes now.

“Don’t cover your eyes,” he laughs pulling your hands away.

“It’s scary,” you pout as he loops an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side.

You bury your face into his side making him laugh.

You stay like that for the duration of the movie and when the credits roll Calum shifts to get up.

“Well, goodnight then,” he says.

“Where are you going?” you question.

“I’m going to bed,” he replies with a puzzled look on his face.

“You can’t just leave me after a movie like that,” you say.

“You want me to sleep in your bed?”

You nod.

“You’re really that shaken up by it?”

You nod once more.

“Okay then”

As he gets back into the bed you curl up into a ball and he wraps his arms around you tucking you into his chest and gently kissing the top of your head.


A/N: That wasn’t very good, I apologize but… I need internet friends so go talk to me on my twitter and my instagram PLEASE

Masterlist // Request

Luke Song Preference: “No One Does It Better” by You Me At Six

Author: Rhine


Oh, I’ve only got myself to blame.

He should’ve seen it coming. He should’ve seen the signs.

No, he did see it coming – Luke noticed every sign, every distant look in your eye, every lifeless word you gave him, every too-cold touch.

He noticed how you were drifting away from him, how you were leaving him even when he held your cold body in his arms.

Luke noticed, but he didn’t do a thing.

He didn’t know what to do – how to bring back the laughter in your eyes, how to make your lips quirk into a full smile, how to make you feel at home in his embrace.

He didn’t know how to show you the love he held for you.

He didn’t know how to make you love him again.

And it’s his fault, really – shouldn’t he have known? Shouldn’t he have known what to do, how to love you right, how to keep you close?

He was your boyfriend, after all.

But he could’ve been a stranger with the way you shied away from his touch, or how your replies were one-worded when he got one.

He should’ve known how to keep you.

But he didn’t. He didn’t know how to melt your touch, how to make you smile like you used to. He didn’t know how to make things right after all the wrongs he made.

He didn’t know how to love you.


What do I do when I am so in love with you?
I forgot what I wanted to say

He should’ve stopped you.

He should’ve found a way to stop you instead of watching you get farther and farther away; he should’ve told you all the unspoken words on his lips for the feelings in the pit of his stomach that his voice couldn’t describe.

Luke should’ve said something to make you stay – he should’ve stopped you in your tracks, he should’ve made you reconsider, even if it was just for another night.

He finds it terribly funny how his love for you left him speechless, giving you the perfect silence to disappear in.

He didn’t know what to do, what to say – he knew he wanted you, he needed you – but what you needed from him was something.

A word. An action. Something.

You didn’t need a proclamation of love; no sweeping gesture of romance.

You needed a stay, please. You needed a touch to hold you back, a glance to drown so deep in that you’ll never think of leaving again.

You needed something to say I’m here. Are you?

But you got nothing.

No words, no actions.

No love.

And it’s ironic because that’s the only thing Luke ever had for you – he just sealed it so deep within himself that it held him back from holding you back.

He loved you, and perhaps that was what kept him from keeping you.


I woke up the next morning and I didn’t see it coming
Oh, your bags were packed and gone

He remembers the morning you left.

There was something missing in the air; something in the breaths that he took that was off.

He knows without checking that you weren’t there.

He can tell by the way his breaths are shallow in his lungs, in the way the hollow feeling settles in your bone, in the way he can feel something missing from him with every heartbeat.

You’re gone.

No note, no goodbye, nothing.

You thought it appropriate – he did nothing to stop you, and you’d do nothing to stay in return.

Just like that.

One day you’re there, and the next you’re gone.

Everything is wiped clean of you – clothes, makeup, photos – almost as if you were never there to begin with.

And Luke can almost pretend that there was nothing – he can hardly remember your last kiss, your last touch, the last anything you gave him besides the cold silence – but there’s that missing piece of him that lingers in the crevices of his bones.

That reminds him that you were there. That you were gone.

They tell him he’ll get over it quickly – you and him were barely together even when you were right next to one another – that your relationship was based off of nothing from beginning to end.

It’s funny because he didn’t feel the nothing until you left.

Their words do nothing to fill the gap in his heart.


If I just saved you, you could save me too

He thinks you were close – so, so close – to something.

He knows that the two of you weren’t the foolish teenagers clinging onto whoever was closest – the two of you had something more than that, you had something.

You just didn’t know how to reach it.

You didn’t know how to keep it.

And perhaps it’s just bad timing mixed with bad choices – perhaps the two of you were just the right thing at the wrong time.

If only he had worked harder – if only Luke had tried harder, then maybe you would’ve too. Maybe you would’ve seen his love if he had tried harder to show it; maybe you would’ve stayed if he had done something besides watch as you walked away.

Maybe you could’ve had something that lasted. Something more than a brief spark, than a lingering question in the back of your tongue. Maybe you could’ve had more than silent nights of two strangers in a bed.

Maybe you could’ve loved him as he loved you.

No, not maybe. Luke knows you could’ve.

He would’ve loved you if you could’ve had something; he would’ve been your savior for those broken minded days; he would’ve been your late night confidant and early morning promises.

He would’ve loved you with his whole heart, and Luke likes to think you would’ve done the same.

You could’ve. You would’ve.

He should’ve.

But he didn’t.


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