(so i got a bunch of requests after i actually closed them but i still wanna do em but due to time constraints i have chosen to do them in a much simplified and sketchier style but yeah here they are i hope its okay love you guys bye)
Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I have a potty mouth.
Word Count: 4,104 (TAKE THE ALPHABET AWAY FROM ME OMFG.)
A/N: I don’t even know what this is anymore, what I actual fuck Cass why. This took me longer than usual (lol work kicked my ass for a bit jfc my bad). ANYWAY Becca is responsible for my descent into insanity and I LOVE HER FOR IT so shout-out to my murderer for influencing me so much (if you find the ref, kudos to you my darlings!!) Also, shout-out to y'all because you guys are the reason why I’m still writing. Thank you for your support and love. My heart swells at the thought of you guys. I love you all endlessly.
So you let the cat out of the bag.
It earned you a sleepless night spent drowning in an ocean of your tears, a scratchy throat from sobbing so hard for so long, and drenched bedsheets because you couldn’t help but fall apart.
And rightfully so.
It was your biggest nightmare, coming across the man who’d left you on what was supposed to be the best day of your life. Not only that, but you told him the one thing you didn’t want to bring back. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to say it, but telling him about the one part of him that you were carrying and nurturing was gone only made it even more of a reality– a reality with which you didn’t want to come to terms.
Your sobs turned into little hiccups sometime early morning, and you rubbed your swollen eyes as you walked downstairs and into the kitchen in search of water or liquor (or poison), something that would either quench you or soothe you (or kill you). To your chagrin, you found water first.
“Hey bug,” your father greeted sleepily, eyes half-closed to shield himself from the brightness of the kitchen lights. “What are you doing up so early?”
It hadn’t occurred to you that it was hardly four in the morning, and you probably shouldn’t have made so much noise while trying to accomplish such a menial task.
“Thirsty,” you replied with a shrug, trying to delay needing to sniffle so that your dad didn’t feel the need to make you open up. Talking about last night’s ordeal would only make matters worse. “Water.”
He joined you in the kitchen and draped his arm around your shoulders. “It’s really good to have you back, you know. I was afraid you’d never come back.”
You couldn’t help but scoff because that was currently your biggest regret, but you covered it up with a coughing fit, hoping it was enough to convince him.
“I don’t know how you feel, but I’m sure it’s hard for you to be here,” he said softly, holding you close to his chest. “I’m really glad you’re home, bug.”
“Yeah,” you squeaked. It was the only thing you could say.
“I’m gonna go back to bed, alright? Holler if you need me.” He gently placed a kiss on the crown of your head and rubbed his hand back and forth along your shoulder before letting you go, trekking back up the stairs. “Go get some rest.”
All you did was nod at him, forcing a smile on your face as you watched him leave your line of vision.
You didn’t get some rest though. Instead, you spent the next two and a half hours pacing all around your house, going up and down the stairs, circling the living room, logging miles around the dining room table. Doing this was the only way you could get your blood flowing again without having to venture back outside where your shadows would come back to haunt you once more. This was safe. This was where you decided to recuperate for the day.
“Y/N?” your mother called out to you from the kitchen. She peeked out from the window from behind the kitchen sink, watching you take step upon step on the already imprinted carpet. “Do you mind picking up Ava from your brother’s? Jess has to work, and Eli’s sick, so they don’t want her to catch it since she’s still so little, and you’re staying home all day, right? I have to leave for work soon. Could you just bring her back here and watch her for the day?”
You froze and looked at your mom like a deer caught in headlights.
When she realized her mistake, her expression changed and she ran over to hug you.
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry…” She started as she smoothed your hair.
“No, it’s okay, I can watch her, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure? I’ll call in sick, it’s okay.”
“I’ll be fine,” you managed, more so trying to convince yourself than your mother that you’d be alright. “Go to work, Mom.”
She pulled away to look at you in an attempt to read your face.
“Mom, it’s fine. It was… a long time ago.”
You’d been uneasy around infants since the miscarriage, all of them reminding you of what could’ve been– what should have been. When your sister-in-law got pregnant with your niece, everyone kept it from you in fear that you would spiral downward again. And when you’d gotten word from your blabbermouth sister, you fell back down into the rabbit hole and your poisons kept you company again, nearly costing you your starring role after you’d shown up drunk to rehearsal multiple times.
Never before have you regretted such a decision, but you had to come to terms with coming home. You knew this was part of the entire ordeal, and it was just all a matter of time when you would finally let yourself heal properly instead of beating around the bush.
Once you’d gotten dressed, you made your way out the door, only to be startled when you saw someone sitting on the front steps of your home, and he turned around at the sound of the door opening.
He was still dressed in last night’s clothes, his eyes even more sunken than you remembered. You gawked at him, unsure of whether or not you had the ability to speak.
Finally, you took a breath and huffed out words. “For the love of God, please just leave–”
“Y/N,” he whispered as he stood up, dusting himself off. “Please let me–”
“Lin, I don’t have time for this, go home.” Your tone was tired and curt, and you tried to sound as emotionless as possible.
He took a step forward and put out a hand to stop you from leaving, nearly tripping over a box that sat next to his feet.
“Please, just give me a minute,” he pleaded with you. “And if you never wanna see me again after this, then…. then I’ll let you go forever.” Lin’s voice was strained, almost as if he was choking back sobs.
“Go home, Lin,” you replied sternly, and you resisted and shook your head, walking past him as you avoided making any eye contact with his wet eyes. And even as you heard him beg you to stay, you quickly hailed a cab and wordlessly hopped into it, letting it whisk you away to your brother’s place somewhere in Midtown.
Before you knew it, you were sitting in the backseat of the taxi again, this time with a fussy infant that wanted nothing to do with her carseat.
Every time you looked at your little niece, your stomach knotted and your breath hitched, your heart missing a beat with every second you spent with your eyes locked on her. But she required attention and you didn’t quite know what to do.
You grabbed the bottle from her baby bag and tried to feed her, and when that didn’t work, you tried to figure out if she needed changing, and eventually, you gave up, letting her scream for almost the entirety of the way back to your home (which thankfully only took twenty minutes because you were positive the cab driver was sick and tired of her screaming so he did everything in his power to speed through traffic) as you sat next to her in a pool of your own tears.
After what seemed like an eternity, your journey came to an end and you were finally home. With the little banshee in her carrier, you picked it up and placed it in the crook of your arm with the baby bag slung on your opposite shoulder, letting them hang there as you handed the cabbie the money for the fare (plus hefty tip for having endured the whole ride with the screeching human). You looked down at Ava before grabbing your house keys and you turned on your heel to head inside.
He was still there, sitting on the front steps.
“Let me help you,” he offered as he stood up, reaching for the baby carrier.
“I told you go to home,” you muttered, whizzing right past him and disregarding his help.
“Babe, please, I just wanna talk.”
You were already fed up after having to sit with a screaming infant, and now you had to deal with your ex-fiancé trying to discuss the past with you.
“Just leave already, Lin! We have nothing to talk about!” After struggling to open the door with everything still on your person, you finally got it to open and walked inside despite him trying to follow you. “Leave!”
Your attempt to slam the door in his face was in vain because his hand kept it from closing all the way.
“Y/N! Please, hear me out!” He exclaimed as he stepped foot into your home, clutching the box in his arm.
“I don’t have time for this! I already have to deal with her wailing, don’t add more on my plate.” You undid the buckles on your niece’s carrier and took her out, cradling her to try to get her to stop.
Lin closed the door and let out an exasperated sigh. “Please…”
Tears of sheer frustration were already spilling and you just ignored him as you attempted to soothe Ava (and yourself).
He stood next to you, just as flustered, and sighed.
“Let me hold her,” he whispered, putting the box down on the couch.
At first, you refused, letting his words go in one ear and out the other, but after thirty more seconds of crying, you gave up and willingly handed her over, already knowing you were in over your head.
“I got you, I got you, it’s okay,” he murmured into Ava’s ear as he rocked her.
You simply walked away and let him deal with it, thinking that your mother was right all along. This wasn’t okay. You weren’t fine. You were in over your head. With your face buried in your hands, sobs wracked your body as you sat along the kitchen island, crying out of frustration, weeping out of heartbreak, bawling out of hopelessness.
After a few minutes, your niece was silent and Lin joined you in the kitchen, holding her in his arms, looking down at her with the faintest smile on his face.
The image of him gently bouncing up and down with a baby cradled against his chest only made matters worse. This could’ve been the life you had if the past had never happened. You could’ve woken up to him holding your child, kissing her forehead, holding her tiny hands, watching her in awe. Your life could’ve been filled with moments like this.
“She was just angry ‘cause she was tired,” he told you softly, not taking his eyes off her. “Taxis aren’t my favorite either, it’s okay.”
You swallowed hard and nodded without a word on your tongue, watching him as he stood across the island from you.
The two of you stayed like that for a bit, neither of you daring not move for fear she would start up again.
Finally, after fifteen minutes of silence, you found the courage to speak up.
“Why are you here, Lin?”
He lifted his eyes to meet your gaze and he let out a deep breath. “I just… I wanted to…”
Ava stirred a little bit and both of you froze for a beat before he got back to bouncing again.
“Can we go back to the living room?” He asked quietly. “I’m gonna put her back in her carrier so we don’t disturb her again.”
You followed him into the living room and took a seat on the sofa, watching as he kneeled down to place her gently in her carrier before rocking it a little to ensure she stayed asleep. Your heart twisted in pain.
Without thinking, you reached for the box he had laid on the couch when he first arrived, and you were suddenly hit with a wave of emotions. It was his treasure box, the one you’d filled with your commentary for the happy memories both of you shared, the one that matched yours.
You opened it up and stared at the items for a moment, letting your mind catch up with your heart. Your fingers picked up a tattered ‘Get Well Soon’ card, and you brushed your fingertips against the embossed surface before opening it up.
‘Who knew you were so needy? Doesn’t matter, I still love you… even though your fever dreams consist of you shouting for help at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night. I will always be here to bring you back to reality.’
That week was unforgettable. He was miserable and stuck in bed as the biggest mess you’ve seen, and yet somehow, your heart swelled with adoration. Every time his adenoidal voice called out to you, you were there in an instant, not once failing to do whatever he needed you to do. Whether it was getting him a glass of water or emptying out the trash he’d used to puke, you never once complained.
Your eyes caught sight of a picture of the two of you at the skating rink, both of you dressed in winter coats, your gloved hand on his cheek and his arm around your waist as your lips met his for a kiss.
‘Happy Valentine’s day, my love! I adore you. Everyone says Cupid is stupid, but I’d gladly beg to differ. And even if the phrase is true, I’ll still always be here to prove them otherwise.’
Shuffling through the countless memories, you grabbed a little fake mistletoe ornament and played with it in your hand as you read the note you’d written attached to its string.
‘Mariah Carey knows what’s up. All I want for Christmas is you, and that would always be enough. I’ll always be here to kiss you under the mistletoe. Je t'aime, mon coeur!’
“That’s one of my favorites,” he murmured as he joined you on the sofa, taking one of your hands in his. He picked up the ornament resting in your open palm and held it up above both of you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips.
You returned the kiss, allowing it to bring back the memories you’d tried your hardest to push away, letting your heart feel the love you’d buried. For a moment, you let go of the heartache that was still eating you alive, giving yourself a beat of normalcy.
But nothing about this was normal. You were locking lips with the man who’d caused your downfall, and upon that realization, you pulled away, disgusted with yourself for believing this was okay.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke. “I just… miss you.”
“That’s your own fault,” you answered coldly. “It was your choice.”
“I did it for you.”
“Oh gee, thanks then. Thanks for making a fool of me. Thanks for all of your empty promises.”
“Y/N, please don’t be this way…”
“Can you blame me? You said it yourself. You wanted to see what else life had in store for you. You thought life had bigger opportunities. And meanwhile, I’ve spent every waking moment thinking of what was supposed to be, what should’ve been, what we had in store.”
“I… Listen to me, please,” he said. “I haven’t spent a single day without thinking of you. I haven’t lived each second of the day without wondering what I could’ve been. And I haven’t spent a day without going through the things you put into this box. I can’t go a full twenty-four hours without regretting my decision.”
“So you came here to tell me this? What’s the point?” You asked, your eyes brimming with the tears that never seemed to run out.
“Because this… this was fate!” He cried out in reply, startling your niece out of her sleep. “Shit, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
You sat there as he rocked the carrier with his foot, shushing her back to sleep but ultimately failing. It wasn’t until Ava started thrashing about a few minutes later that you got up and rummaged through her baby bag in search of what she might need, settling on the pacifier.
“Try this,” you told him defeatedly, handing it to him as you held the bag in your hand and brought it back to your spot on the couch.
“No, not working, she’s spitting it out. Maybe she’s hungry?”
“Here’s her bottle.” You looked at him as he tried to feed her, but saw that she just wasn’t having it, so you approached her and carefully picked her up, trying to see if she needed a change.
It was hopeless. You didn’t know what to look for, what her behavior was indicating, what her incessant shrieks were telling you. After your countless attempts at trying to crack the code, you were already more than ready to bury yourself alive.
Lin was running around like a chicken with its head cut off as he endlessly tried to soothe her by changing her, trying to feed her once again, helplessly attempting to get her back to sleep.
With Ava in your arms, you rocked her back and forth as he followed right behind you, both of you doing your fair share of shushing between exasperated sighs. You brought her up the stairs and into your bedroom with Lin just a step behind. Placing the screeching infant on your bed, you sat next to her and looked down at her frantically, your hands trembling out of exhaustion and frustration.
“Look at the way the moon behaves,” Lin began to sing softly as he took a seat on the other side of your niece. “Look at the way she paints a silver ribbon on the waves. One thing I’ve learned and I’ll share with you, nothing is too wonderful to be true.”
You watched in awe as Ava’s cries grew quieter and quieter with every word that fell from his lips, not sure if you were relieved that it was working or relieved that he was there with you.
“Each moment opens like a flower,” he continued as she too, gazed at him. “The age of miracles comes every hour on the hour.” His voice faltered and he cocked his head to the side, a look of confusion growing on his face.
“Turn any corner, there’s something new,” you continued, and Lin looked at you with a faint grin. “And nothing is too wonderful to be true.”
Both of you repositioned yourselves around Ava, lying down comfortably on the bed with the little one between both of you, your hand resting gently on her tiny tummy. He propped his head up on his elbow as the two of you continued the song in unison at first, then adding harmony.
“If I’m perceived, to be naive, to be the way I am, let people say I am a silly goof. Is life a plateful? Am I grateful? Every day I am. It’s an amazing world in which we live, and I’ve got living proof. Look at the way the moon behaves, look at the way she paints a silver ribbon on the waves…”
You couldn’t sing the end of the song. Your breath hitched as your tears inevitably began to fall.
Lin continued it softly, his melody akin to a whisper as he brought his attention to you, his gaze piercing your own. “Leading directly to me and you… Nothing is too wonderful to be true.”
Ava was now making little sounds, cooing at both of you, and both you and Lin erupted into a fit of laughter, pleased that the wailing infant had finally ceased, amazed that the two of you had accomplished what seemed to be impossible, mesmerized by the joint effort that ultimately made everyone happy.
“Go team!” He exclaimed with his signature silly grin, raising a hand to offer you a high five.
You immediately met his hand and gave it a soft smack, the smile on your face unwavering despite the wetness on your cheeks. “Nice work.”
Between the two of you, Ava began to giggle and you found yourself chuckling along with her, watching as Lin leaned down to shower her cheeks with little kisses. You soon joined him in the love fest and both of you spent the next few hours overdramatically babbling right back at your niece, feeding her, bouncing her up and down, taking turns holding her.
“That was fun, wasn’t it?” Lin asked her enthusiastically as she let out a yawn, and he took her outstretched hand in his own.
The image of the old love of your life being the most perfect caretaker made your heart swell.
This is how life could’ve been.
After singing her back to sleep, (I don’t think ‘La Vie Boheme’ is an appropriate song for an infant– Don’t pay attention to her, Ava, it’s not our fault he can’t hold an erection on the high holy days…) the two of you collapsed next to each other on the sofa with sighs of relief.
“Whew, that was exhausting,” you said under your breath, throwing your head back with a grunt.
“But I had fun,” he added softly. “Imagine if we got to do that every day?”
And just like that, the fun was over.
You closed your eyes and shook your head, bracing yourself for the misery that was threatening to eat you alive.
Silence fell upon you and for a long moment, neither of you spoke a word.
“We can do it, ” Lin spoke, breaking the deafening quiet. “We could do this every day. I want to do this with you every day for the rest of my life.”
“No,” you breathed in reply, opening your eyes to stare up at the ceiling before bringing your gaze back to his. “It’s done. You made your decision six years ago. Maybe… maybe it was meant to be like this.”
“Y/N, every day since that fucking dumb mistake I made,I wrote a letter to you, praying every single day for the past six years that fate would bring you back to me and now… look at us! You’re back! And I’m here! And I just…”
You were already set in your decision. He’d made his choice, now it was only right that you made yours. Seasons had already brought new songs to sing, and it was time to find a new anthem.
“I can’t live the rest of my life without you,” he murmured as he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. “Please, I’m sorry, give me another chance. I love you so much, baby, I never stopped loving you.”
Your heart was racing towards the finish line, its arms wide open, just waiting to break through the tape to make its way to victory.
“Lin, I can’t leave myself at the mercy of fate. I can’t let you back into my life without spending every second wondering when you’ll want to leave again.”
“I promise I won’t leave, I promise…”
“I just don’t know that for sure, Lin. I can’t let you hurt me again. This… Maybe this wasn’t meant to be.”
“Please don’t let me live without you,” he begged as he pulled away, placing both hands on your shoulders, his eyes gazing deeply into yours. His lips quickly pressed against your own and he kissed you hard. “Tell me that doesn’t mean anything to you.”
“I-I think you should go.” You broke away from him and stood up, unable to look at anything besides the ground.
He got up to his feet and stood before you wordlessly, waiting for you to say something in reply.
But you didn’t. Instead, you picked up his treasure box and put it in his hands, escorting him out the door.
When the door clicked shut, you propped your back against it and broke down, coming to terms with the fact that a happy ending just wasn’t meant to be for the two of you.
You had one more part for the storybook, one more road that you could’ve taken, one more thing that used to have your heart. It was just one more place in your memory that you wished with every single part of you that you could go back to the very beginning, to start it all again.
But it was impossible. It was over. The chapter was done.
A/N: First of all, happy new year! :) I hope you guys had a nice new year’s eve ( or depending on your time zone you will have a nice one). I’m actually really proud of myself, like, i’m updating again? who am i? is this real life? idk I’m just really motivated at the moment and also have a lot of free time because of winter break :) I think this chapter is one of my favorites, idk why, i put a lot of effort into it and it is really emotional. I hope you enjoy reading, have a box of tissues ready if you cry easily. (like me) Love you guys endlessly. xx
warnings: sexual content, swearing, kinda angsty
,,God, I missed
,,I missed you
too.” I mumbled while nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck.
I held onto him
as long as I could, because I was sure the moment I looked him straight in the
eyes, I would faint. Never in my life have I ever felt this bad.
let go of me and motioned for me to sit down on my bed next to him.
,,So, how was
the trip?” he asked and the way he said it made me feel even worse. Because it
was obvious that he had no clue. He doesn’t even know Stiles went with us.
,,It was fine…I
guess.” I shrugged, being really bad at hiding my uneasiness.
concerned, he gently caressed my cheek before asking me if everything was okay.
,,Yeah I’m just
tired, the car drive was kind of exhausting and I had….an emotional talk with
Kira today.” I tried my best to avoid his gaze, fearing he would see right
through my lie.
,,Oh well, if
you want you could talk to me about it. You know you can always come to me
time yeah?” i took his hand in mine, squeezing it lightly.
He opened his
mouth and then closed it again, deciding to let the subject untouched for now,
which I was grateful for.
Right know all I
wanted was to be close to him. As close as possible. Seeing him now, sitting on
my bed with his puppy eyes, being so worried about me, I realized that I did in
fact miss him. And maybe if I would let myself get lost in him, it would ease
the pain I felt inside, the growing pit in my stomach because of what had
There was a
little voice inside my head that kept reminding me that I need to tell him the
truth, because that’s what he deserves. But I shut that voice up with all I
had, because the thought of losing him was too much to bare.
So instead, I
pulled Theo to me, lacing my hands behind his neck and press a gentle kiss on his
lips, which soon got deeper and more passionate. Sliding my tongue in his
mouth, I was met with his familiar minty taste again. His hand glided down my
body, resting on my hips while I straddled him. His lips moved passed my
jawline up to my ear, where he gently bit my earlobe, making me moan.
A low chuckle
came from him ,,Shh (y/n), your parents are home.” He warned, looking at my
care.” I responded, rubbing against him
with more pressure to get his full attention again, whereupon he groaned.
I was already
starting to undress myself, when he grabbed my wrist to stop me.
,,(y/n), as much
as I like to do this right now, we can’t. Not with your parents downstairs. You
haven’t even introduced me to them yet, I don’t want their first impression of
me being fucking her daughter senseless while they’re in the living room
watching national geographic.”
off of him and flopping down on my mattress, I let out an exaggerated groan of frustration.
,,First of all,
talking about ‘fucking me senseless’ does not help the whole not having sex
right now thing at all. And second of all I’m not going to introduce you to
them. In fact, I’m not going to talk to them at all.”
beside me, obviously confused he asked me to explain.
,,Why don’t you
want to talk to them?”
Fiddling with my
hands – a habit I must have picked up
from Stiles…god don’t think about Stiles right now you idiot – I told him
that I had a fight with them and that they ‘were not worthy of knowing him’.
widely, a sight that made my stomach flutter but also made me sad.
,,You are such a
child.” He nudged my shoulder and I pouted.
,,No I’m not!
They don’t deserve getting to know you okay?”
For a while he
just smiled at me, before he placed his lips on my forehead, then kissing me
,,What was that
for?” I asked, grinning back at him.
There was a
moment of silence, followed by him gently pushing a strand of hair behind my
Looking me in
the eyes he mumbled.
,,Because I love
It was like a
million emotions at once. My room started spinning and I felt like throwing up.
Did he really just confessed that he was in love with me? I wasn’t sure what I felt.
There was a side of me that wanted to reciprocate those three words so badly.
Because when I’m with him I’m happy. And he makes me laugh and feel beautiful
and appreciated. And he is caring, funny, gorgeous, selfless and just perfect
in any way.
There was really
no reason for me to not love him.
Expect, there was. Stiles.
That stupid pale, mole-covered sarcastic piece of shit that I know my whole
life and that has crept his way inside my heart. Claiming it. Making it impossible
for me to let him go.
So instead of telling
him I loved him back, I blurted out the worst thing that someone in this
situation could possibly say.
,,I slept with
His face fell
and in an instant I regretted my words, but I couldn’t take them back. He
jumped off the bed and turned away from me, hectically running his hands
through his hair.
I sat up, my
head hung low.
,,Just be honest with me was what I asked
you to do. All I ever wanted you to be was honest (y/n)! Goddammit.” His voice
cracked and when I looked up for a second, I saw him tearing up.
,,I know and
i..i…” I stuttered, trying to find the right words.
,,No you don’t.
I told you over and over again, that if you don’t want to be with me, you could
tell me and I would leave you alone. And then you fucking have sex with
Stilinski?!” his jaw clenched and he was getting louder. I knew his anger was
growing but I didn’t know how to stop it.
I quickly stood
up and started walking towards him, but he backed off immediately.
,,I know I fucked
up badly! I didn’t want this to happen Theo I swear!” my throat tightened and I
could feel myself beginning to cry. This time I didn’t try to prevent it. I
wanted to let all my emotions out, for him to see. So he would see that I do
,,Yes you did
(y/n). And that’s the point. I should have known all along..god I’m such a
fucking idiot! I knew that you had feelings for Stilinski and I still chose to
ignore it because I thought if I prove to you that I can treat you better than
he can, you would realize you don’t need him. He doesn’t fucking deserve you
,,What am I supposed
to do Theo?” I asked in almost a whisper. My face damp, covered in tears.
,,Tell me how to
He shook his
head, looking away from me before saying ,,I don’t think you can.”
Theo grabbed his
jacket he had hung over the back of my chair and excited my room without another
word, leaving me crying into my pillow for the rest of the night.
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fandom: captain america (mcu) pairing: steve rogers / james “bucky” barnes Wherein Bucky is the crown prince and Steve still becomes a hero. tags: alternate universe - modern setting, alternate universe - royalty, pining, chronic illness, mild gore, hospitalization, graphic depictions of violence, torture, temporary character death
It makes so much sense now why Lydia’s face in this gif is full of surprise and shock. After watching last week’s episode where Lydia told Stiles to leave, it shows how surprised Lydia is to see his face again, even after telling him to leave he didn’t listen and you can tell that as much as her face shows shock and surprise it also shows a hint of relief, relief that Stiles didn’t leave her, relief that he came back for her. And if that doesn’t show Lydia just how much she means to Stiles, and just how much his willing to sacrifice and do for her than I don’t know what will. I hope after this Lydia realizes that the guy that will love her endlessly is Stiles.
Hi! (I was fondloue btw) okay I reached another goal at 500 followers! And I really hope this doesn’t continually show up in people’s notifications, that’ll be awful. But anyway, thank you so much for following my obnoxious self.
CONGRATULATIONS 2PM!!! Hard work and passion does pay off after all. I hope and pray you will have a lot more successes coming your way. And that you keep going to be better persons, a better group and better musicians and artists. Remember there are people who love you endlessly, NO MATTER WHAT! So I hope you guys keep growing and keep going to a brighter future. Hoping that even more achievements will come your way. Hottests support you always.
I have reblogged like 15 posts like this BUT I wanna write my own too :) happy 2 years of superfruit!! I cannot believe how far you guys have come. like 1.5 million in 2 years?!? what the fuck?!? I love you guys endlessly and you both inspire me to keep singing and just be myself. you guys have basically taken over my life but thst okay. I love you both so much 💖