in another world we don’t even need to have this conversation. in another world you already know what I want to say before I say it. there, there is no need for words. you tell me you’re afraid of being alone in the way you overfill both of our coffee mugs, the way you never make my side of the bed. I hear about your insecurities in your ever-shaking hands, all the plates they’ve dropped, all the broken glass they’ve caused. you know my last heartbreak in the way I end every phone-call with call me back when you can instead of goodbye. you know I’ve missed you when you come back to all the lights on, to the tv on full volume.
in another world we don’t have to say things to make them real. you know I love you, oh how you know I love you.
in connection with the above, borax can be dangerous! please handle borax properly and don’t give slime with borax in it to kids under 7! wash your hands before and after handling borax or slime! i recommend making slime without borax if you’re a beginner to slime making
theraputty is a variant of normal storebought slime (i.e. silly putty) that was developed by occupational therapists specifically to help people with sensory processing disorder, and it comes in many different sizes and strengths! it’s antimicrobial and you can mircowave it to warm it up! (i myself own the firm/blue and medium/green)
A/N: A tiny little new years well-wishing from me to all of you, as you were definitely good parts of my 2016
Some canonish New Years fluff
She has absolutely no idea where she is.
Well, at least she is fairly certain that she’s still in Storybrooke, with a winter chill prickling at her ears and her nose. Emma thinks she lost her sense of direction about five minutes after they left the festive hubbub of the main street; all familiar sounds faded save for the scuff of Killian’s shoes and the tread of hers after his. And up she’d stumbled a few minutes after that, through a creaky sounding door, up a creakier set of stairs, round one corner, round a few more —
With Killian’s hand tugging firmly on hers —
And an old scarf of his tied to shield her eyes.
“Seriously, is this necessary?” Emma’s voice is much louder than she was expecting, carrying far and wide, bouncing off the walls of what sounds like a cluttered warehouse and wondering if she should be worried about trespassing.
Her nose is cold, but her fingers are colder and she can picture the exact chair she left her gloves on at Granny’s when an eager Killian, grinning from one pointy ear to the other, had pulled her up, and out, and away. And though she gripes, though she still keeps tripping over things after he’s warned her to beware of her step, it doesn’t even occur to her to cheat his charade, to peek through the blindfold. She doesn’t scratch at her nose, doesn’t attempt to fiddle with the cloth to make a peephole.
But she does decide, as they barge through another door, a blast of cold air hitting her face, that she needs two hands to hold onto his one. If only to feel the warmth of him against her tingling fingers.
Hello, cishet white people. I am a fellow cishet white person, and we gotta have a bit of a heart-to-heart.
Some of you have decided to do that wear-a-safety-pin-to-show-solidarity thing. Thank you for making that decision. I shake your hand and give you a friendly clap on the back. Seriously. When the choices are “show solidarity” or “meh”? You made the right choice. You have shown that your heart is in the right place. Yay!
But here is the thing. It’s not enough for your heart to be in the right place. In the coming weeks, months, and years, it’s going to take deliberate action, not just good intentions. When your friend breaks their leg, you help them, right? You call an ambulance, or you take them to the hospital, and you help pull them out of immediate danger so they don’t get even more hurt. And then, THEN, once they’re getting medical treatment, then you say, “Get well soon!” or decide to pray for their quick recovery.
If you watch your friend break their leg, and then stand there saying, “Oh no, this is terrible. Let me know if you need anything, okay?? I’m here for you!”… You see what I’m getting at? A good friend says, “Oh shit, oh fuck, you have health insurance, right? Does it cover ambulances or should we try to get you in my car??”
Our country has broken its leg.
Well, okay, let’s be honest – the country broke its leg a long time ago. Last week it also got hit by a high-speed orange train.
And now we come back to the safety pins. You’ve put them on your lapels to designate yourself a safe space. Good start. But, fellow cishet white people, I’m hearing that some of you who have safety pins are standing by and watching while other people get bullied and harrassed. What’s that about, friendo?
I kinda know what it’s about. Privilege blinds us to a lot of what other people go through, and now your eyes are starting to open and you want to help but… you saw something going down and you froze. You didn’t have a mental script for how to help. Your brain went “!!!!!!!!” on five different levels and threw up 404 errors and while you were standing there trying to reboot quick enough to make a decision about oh my god what do I do… the person being harassed looked over, saw your safety pin, saw you standing there doing nothing to help, and felt like you personally had betrayed them.
I think you’ll agree that that’s the exact opposite of what you meant to do.
Fellow cishet white people, I gotta be honest with you: You have to ask yourselves why you’re wearing the pin. Because it’s a responsibility, and some of you just aren’t ready to be shouldering that, just like how we don’t ask someone with zero first-aid training to be on the front lines of an emergency because they’re more likely to hurt than to help. Or they, y’know, freeze up.
But you want the safety pin, you want to help, you want to be part of the fight! Again, good! GOOD! Yes! Welcome! We want you to want that! But you’re gonna need some training first. So I have a few small suggestions for you:
FIRST: Put the safety pin on the inside of your jacket (or the inside of your purse, or in your wallet, or a photograph of it as your cellphone background), somewhere that you’ll see it and touch it often, but where it’s not visible to anyone else. It’s not a sign for anyone else now; you have nothing to be showing off about. It’s a sign for YOU. In the Renaissance, rich folk would carry around these things called prayer nuts: tiny wooden spheres that opened in two halves like a walnut. Inside would be carvings of Biblical scenes of particular significance to the owners, and they’d use them to remind themselves of the sins they were trying to vanquish and the virtues they aspired to. The pin is now your prayer nut. It’s a reminder to you that you have a duty of honor, a social obligation, to be part of the fight and to stand up for people who need help. It is a reminder that you have to try every day to be better. Whenever you see it or touch it, I want you to think, “Did I do enough? Can I be doing more?” It’s for YOU and your betterment, not a sign to anyone else. Not yet.
SECOND: You’re concerned, I bet. You feel a little weird about putting it on the inside of your jacket. You wanted something to show that you’re part of the movement. Maybe something to signal that you’re not a threat, that you’re not about to launch into horrible racist, misogynistic, Islamophobic rhetoric, and you thought the pin was a pretty good symbol of that. I’m stiiiiiill gonna ask you to keep the pin as a prayer nut for now. Instead, go out and get yourself some of those lapel buttons for causes you specifically support: the LGBT rainbow buttons, BLM buttons, anti-ICE buttons… Put those on your clothes. Your message of, “I’m on the good guys’ team” is still there, but you’re also not designating yourself as a Person Who Will Instantly Leap to Someone’s Defense.
THIRD: Seriously, sit down with pen and paper and come up with some things you as an individual can do to help when you see someone being harassed. Come up with scripts and scenarios and rehearse them in your head. I’m not kidding. Half the reason that bystanders are bystanders are because they can’t fucking decide what to do, if anything! So make a decision BEFOREHAND, in a calm, secure, sober environment, and practice it a bit so your brain will be able to cope. You know how trainee pilots do flight simulations of all kinds of different scenarios so they’ll be ready if any of them happen? Same thing. Educate yourself! Read articles, listen to people from marginalized and threatened communities, use what you learn to revisit and modify your mental scripts. Not all of us are social justice warriors. Some of us are social justice clerics, and that’s okay. If you’re not the type to get in someone’s face and scream at them, then there are other ways you can help. Figure out what they are. Some action is better than no action. And maybe after a while when you’ve gotten some practice, you’ll find yourself shouting someone down even though you never thought you would. I’m not requiring you to be a certified superhero by tomorrow. I’m just asking you to figure out your plan of attack so you can be a little more effective. This is going to be a growing experience for you. (Just don’t expect your marginalized friends to give you cookies and pats on the head for your growth. I’m sure they appreciate you and your friendship and solidarity, but again, they’ve got enough on their plates right now, so chill out.)
FOURTH: Execute your mental scripts when you see someone being harassed. Do this until you achieve some kind of minimum level of proficiency and you can count on yourself to be an ACTIVE helper, as in: a helper who TAKES ACTION.
FIFTH: Then and only then, move your safety pin to the outside of your jacket. To be able to say that you’re a safe space, you have to be able to defend people and keep them safe.
Go forth, fellow cishet white people. Educate thyselves, and don’t let other people down by claiming more proficiency and confidence than you currently possess. Do your flight simulations. Actively practice! And then USE THEM, cause we’re going to need all the help we can get.
And hey, thanks for reading this far. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask. The newly-founded @rebelrouser tumblr is also aiming to be a good resource for people who are wondering how best to help!
<b>Aries:</b> hits you on the shoulder with a grin, asks you to play with their hair, smiles at you when you're angry<p/><b></b> "i need you to stay"<p/><b>Taurus:</b> lets you cuddle them on the bus, gets worried when you're talking to someone they don't like, buys you food<p/><b></b> "i'm glad you're mine and i am yours"<p/><b>Gemini:</b> tells you how they really feel, cries in front of you, tries to make you laugh<p/><b></b> "i want you to know every side of me"<p/><b>Cancer:</b> cuddles you in public, talks to your mum, is there for you when you don't feel like talking<p/><b></b> "i am so glad i let you in"<p/><b>Leo:</b> makes you things, holds your hand and drags you places, stares at you when you're not looking<p/><b></b> "i hope you always like me"<p/><b>Virgo:</b> brings you to dinner with their parents, does the dishes with you, lets you reorganise their things/room<p/><b></b> "i'll clean up any mess you get yourself into"<p/><b>Libra:</b> kisses you on the shoulder, lets you take your anger out on them, shows you negative emotions<p/><b></b> "i like everyone, but you're my favourite"<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> texts you first, hugs you extra long, draws you things even if they're not very good at it<p/><b></b> "i'm really attached to you"<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> commits to you, lets you talk over them, lean on you when you're sitting together<p/><b></b> "you are the most important to me"<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> is overly sarcastic with you, prioritizes you over work, braids your hair no matter how short it is<p/><b></b> "i'm more confident around you"<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> talks to you about your favourite book series, writes you poetry, pays full attention when you talk<p/><b></b> "you're my anchor"<p/><b>Pisces:</b> takes lots of pictures of you and shows them to everyone, gives you a second chance, does your makeup (even if you don't usually wear it)<p/><b></b> "i'll let you get away with anything"<p/></p>
Take breaks and make excercises when you’ve been drawing/animating/making other things for many hours!
Seriously! Your body and hands will be so glad in the future!!
Sometimes I’m so foolish and easily can work for 12- 15 hours straight everyday, and that was a reason I had to stop working for a month because I was killing myself.
On the last streaming, @alainaprana and @loverofpiggies punched me because I didn’t take a rest ;w; but they’re right. I need to take breaks more often if I want to finish this project and start with others.
So I’ll be more disciplined about my healt, The “I want to finish this 20 minutes animation in one week.” Is over.
Thank you senpais for your punches and your lovely advices :D!! You two are the best!!
I hate apples. Hate them. I think they shouldn’t be allowed to be a fruit. That’s one. And two, I can draw really, really well on an Etch A Sketch. Like, really well. Like, I could be a professional if, you know, that profession existed. I play the trombone. Badly. I like math. And I notice that you do this thing with your hands when you’re trying to make a point. Like this, with your hands. And I know that’s about you, but I do it too, so it’s also about me and so that’s five. Five things that I’m hoping will make it a little bit harder for you to hate me.
If you want to feel a little better mon amour, i gathered some things i like to do in hopes that it’ll help you!
🌸 go ahead and hop into the shower. take a few minutes to really massage that schampoo into your hair. clean and fresh YAS
🌸 use a body lotion and use one that smells good(i recommend “very sexy” by Victorias Secret) (because it’s very sexy hihi)
🌸 put on a nice parfume, if you don’t have one you can borrow from a family member/friend or you can buy one(i recommend “viva la juicy” by juicy couture and “eternity aqua” by calvin clein) (somewhat expensive but sooo good y'all can come here and i’ll give u
you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture everyone gets juicy couture
🌸 take a few moments and write a list about things that make you happy(for example: coffee, holding hands with your grandma, all the relationships you’re gonna have in the future, re-reading your favourite book, family dinners, when the leaves turn orange in autumn)
🌸 make yourself or buy your comfort food(s), mine being tortellini, vegan pizza and coffee mmmmmmm coffee
🌸 send out a few sincere compliments to people. tell your friend what you love about her/him/hen, tell your mom you’re thankful for everything she does. alot of times giving love means getting love and nothing bad about good karma am i right
🌸 write down everything that bothers you on a piece of paper, start with “dear maya..” or “dear paul..” write it for a person thats never gonna read it (or if you feel like you want too you can always message me and rant about your whole life I’m all yours)
🌸 if you don’t wanna think about something you can always try to learn a new language via duolingo, it really gets you focused on something else(advice from your coach-my self- i think you should learn swedish or french because they’re both equally hard and beautiful) if thats not something you find intresting you can always pick up a feel-good book, my favourite being “Anna and the french kiss” by Stephanie Perkins! light up some candles, make yourself some tea and cuddle down somewhere
🌸 watch a movie or tv-show!! i was really unhappy at one point but then i somehow started watching Jane The Virgin and it was sooooo funny and soooo good(the hype is real, watch) and it made me feel better
🌸 look up some nice quotes, my faves are
• “And then there’s light, It just takes time”
• “Pleure: les larmes sont les pétales du cœur.” (which is French for “Cry: tears are the heart’s petals.”)
• “Choose to be happy, It feels better”
🌸 listen to happy songs
• Classic by MKTO
• Price Tag by Jessie J(old but always get’s me dancing)
• Can’t Stop The Feeling by Justin Timberlake
• Forget You by CeeLo Green(forreal this is sooo good hahah)
🌸 before you go to bed, moisturize your face with a tiny bit of coconut oil - also put on some chapstick because you’ll wake up with a smooth face and soft lips and you’ll feel like a queen mon chérie
🌸 if you ever feel worthless, read this
• i am so happy you’re here
• i think you’re the cutest person that has ever read this
• i believe that you will reach your dream, whatever it may be, and you will be awesome
• relax, drop your shoulders, breath
• dogs everywhere love you and they get so excited when they see you because they wanna say Hello so badly
• with every breath you take, you help plants and flowers live
• you’re making a difference
• you’re stronger than you think
• you have a great sense of humour that people enjoy
• everything is better when you’re around
Derek has been busy with pack meetings and not paying any attention to you. You are used to him being a bit stressed but he always finds time to stop work and dedicate time to you. You decide to take things into your own hands and make him stop and please you.
“Derek come on” you say pulling at him as he sits on the couch with papers and books all over the coffee table of his loft. “You have been sitting here all day for the past week, you haven’t been sleeping, you are stressed…” he cuts you off before you can finish “y/n please, just leave me alone for awhile, I’m so close to figuring this out” he says frustrated and slightly annoyed. You pull away and cross your arms, not that it matters as he hasn’t taken his eyes off the information in front of him. “Fine” you say getting up off the couch and walking into the bedroom.
Now annoyed and wanting Derek more then ever, as he hasn’t touched you more then a quick kiss on the cheek when you get home from work, you decide to take things into your own hands. You know he can’t resist you in cute underwear and one of his tshirts. You pick a red lace and very cheeky pair and one his band tshirts, no bra of course. You put your hair in 2 braids before taking a look at yourself and walking back out.
You walk up to him and stand right in front of him, between him and the table. He looks up “babe, please just not now okay” he says not even caring you are in his favorite outfit, looking back down and scooting over a bit on the couch to see the papers again. “No, right now” you say moving over to stand in front of him again. He lets out a frustrated moan and looks up “I’m busy” he says trying to move you this time but you don’t budge. “Seriously” he says annoyed. You cross your arms again “Derek, listen to me, you have been glued to this couch and papers for a week, you haven’t paid any attention to me for the past 5 days and I need you to touch me okay?!” You say getting louder and needy looking right him. He starts to say something but you continue “you haven’t touched me or shown me any affection, I can’t deal with it any longer, I’ve had to please myself the past few days when you shower because I’m so desperate” you say and he looks up and meets your eyes. “You want me that bad?” He says and you nod “yeah Derek I do” you say and he nods “you need to take a break, stop obsessing over this for a few hours and just be with me” and he shakes his head “I can’t take a brake right now, I’m close” he says leaning back frustrated. You shake your head “you’ve been saying that for the past 2 days, I think you can take a fucking break and touch your girlfriend” you say crossing your arms again, putting your hip out a bit. “I just need more time” he says letting his head fall into his hands.
You are done arguing and decide to just straddle him and do what you know he can’t resist. You begin to move up and down slowly, rubbing your wet heat on his pants. He looks up fast at you with wide eyes, he starts to talk but you stop him “you are taking a break and you are going to please me” you say moving your hands down his chest to remove his shirt. He allows. You toss it somewhere in the room and when your gaze returns he is staring at you. “Tell me what you need, I’m here for you, the rest of the night and maybe even tomorrow morning if I can’t get enough of you tonight” he says in a low voice and you shiver. “Which I have feeling I may still want some tomorrow morning, especially with you in this outfit” he says and you smile. “Derek” you say placing your hands on his chest “I need you to touch every part of my body, kiss me, make me moan, eat me out, then eat me out again and make me feel so good” you say biting your lip. You feel him harden a bit under you making you satisfied “fuck” he says with lust in his eyes “I can’t believe I ignored you all week, what was I thinking?” He says shaking his head, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. “I don’t know but you better not let it happen again” you say and he nods “oh I won’t” he responds biting his lip, looking you up and down, following your curves.
“You were trying to get rid of me just about 5 minutes ago” you say giving him a bit of attitude “because of this shit, even in this outfit, it’s your favorite outfit and you were ignoring me” you say, moving your hands to his jeans and unbuttoning them while still talking. “Idiotic” he says moving his hands up your thighs and under your underwear to massage and squeeze your butt a bit, something he loves doing. “I would have missed out on all of this, and then you would of had to please yourself with me right out here being an asshole” he says and you nod, now pulling his jeans down and he lifts up to allow you to pull them all the way off. Now leaving him in his boxers, which shows the prominent boner already forming. “Looks like somebody else needed me just as much as I need them” you say giving him a small smile. He laughs a bit “but tonight isn’t about you, it’s about me, and the fact that you better please me so good tonight” you say, causing Derek to harden a bit and tighten up in his stance “fuck yes, whatever you want” he respond. You smile and hop off of his lap “come on” you say motioning for his hand and he stands up fast and eagerly “let’s get you naked and then we will worry about me” you say, looking over your shoulder smirking at him. “Oh so I’m getting naked first” he says and you laugh “yeah, I haven’t touched you or seen you sexy body in a week, I want a show from you tonight” you say and he laughs, kind of blushing “as I said, whatever you want, I am here, even if that means I have to put on a show for you. I will do exactly that” he says and you smile, pulling him toward you and entering the bedroom.
You let go of his hand and crawl onto the bed. He shuts the door behind him and walks toward the bed. “You look so sexy up there babe” you say excited sitting up on the bed. He smiles and does a slow spin giving you a full view of what you’ve wanted so bad. When he gets back around he slowly pulls his boxers down, allowing his full erection spring free and hit his stomach. He lets them fall and steps out of them. “You like this?” He says spinning again, giving you small poses in between. You smile “yes, now come here” you say patting the bed. He does so, crawling onto the bed and then over you. He starts kissing you and slowly you fall back onto the bed arching your back, needing more. He can tell and pulls away. Attaching again kissing your neck and down your collarbone until he can’t get anymore and pulls your shirt off fast and connects again, kissing down your chest and each breast before moving down your stomach and to the hem of your underwear. He bites the hem and slowly pulls them down teasing you. You squirm around, hardly being able to handle it. Once they are off he comes back up and begins to kiss your clit, using his tongue. He moves his hands to your hips, holding them in place while massaging them at the same time. He continues and is now moving up and down making his movement bigger and more sloppy, using your wetness. “Derek” you moan, breathing heavy, he lets go of your hips and let’s you arch up. He starts to rub your clit with his hand and begins to move his tongue in and out of you. You become a moaning mess as you get closer. Not long after, you climax and release, as Derek licks it all up you try and regain your breathe.
He kisses you a few more times on your inner thighs and your lower tummy before coming back up and kissing each breast and then smiling at you “you taste so sweet, how’d i go so long without tasting you” he says licking his lips making you squirm a bit. You shrug “I don’t know you got real obsessive over your work, you weren’t acting yourself” you say pushing his hair back and out of his face, moving your hands down his back. “Yeah sorry about that, I should have taken some time to relax and pay attention to you and just you know, be a good boyfriend” he says and you nod “I agree but I’ve forgiven you” you say smiling but turning serious quickly “but don’t let it happen again, because I won’t be so forgiving, you’ll have to do a lot more to make up for it” you add giving him a look and he nods, knowing you mean it. He leans down to kiss you and you kiss back, holding his face. He gives you a soft and loving kiss. You pull away and smile “I think it’s time we fix your little problem” you say referring to his prominent boner. He laughs a bit “I’d like that” he says and you knew he would. He leans in to kiss you but you stop him, he looks at you confused “what?” He says and you smile “let me ride you tonight” you say and his eyes go wide “really, you haven’t done that in a long time” he says sitting up a bit, and you nod “I know, but I really want to, I want you to see me and touch me while I’m on top, all for you to see” you say giving him a small smile and he nods eagerly, lifting his leg up so you can sit up and he can lay down. “Also, I want to see you weak under me” you say biting you lip causing him to firm up even more, probably all he can at this point with how turned on he is. He gives you an excited look, liking what he’s hearing. He is rubbing you thighs and moves his hands over you hips to squeeze your butt. You flinch a bit, surprised by the motion but not upset, you like it.
“I like your choice to ride me, this view is incredible” he says smirking at you and you sit up a bit straighter “yeah I like this view too” you say moving your hands down his chest and over his abs “but I think I’m tired of just looking at it, I’m ready to have sex with it” you say and he smiles “yeah I’m ready for that too” Derek responds. You don’t take any second before you start to rub your core against him, causing Derek to moan and move his hands all over your body feeling every nook and cranny. He lands on your boobs and begins to rub then making you moan a bit. After some teasing you can’t take it anymore and you lift up and line yourself up with Derek. You both moaning, Derek still has his hands rubbing your butt and hips.
You slowly move down, getting used to his size, it’s been over a week and almost a years since you rode him. You moan, loud and breathy, unable to control your breathing. “So good” Derek says inbetween breathes “so fucking good” he adds and you keep going, now moving all the way out and back down. You are close and you can tell he’s close too, you start to speed things up, Derek helps, holding onto your hips allowing you to move faster and steady. Not long after you feel him tighten and you tighten around him.
Derek releases, moaning your name, his chest rising and falling fast. You move up and down a few more times with the help of Derek now rubbing your clit. You release , your head goes back and you moan out, breathless. You pull off him, breathing heavy. You open your eyes to see him looking at you with sweet eyes, smiling. Running his hands up and down your thighs.
He starts to sit up a bit while you regain your breathe. You are still standing him. You kind of laugh a bit when he gets situated and he smiles at you “what?” He asks and you shrug “I just really needed that” you say blushing a bit “I was so cranky because you’d been ignoring me for the past week, it’s not as satisfying when I have to do it myself” you say and he nods “i won’t let that happen again, I’ll make sure you get whatever you want whenever you want” he says leaning in to kiss you “good” you say smirking at him “also, I didn’t know how much I needed that” he says moving his hands up and down your back. You smile “I know” and he smiles “I just got so caught up in it all” he says shaking his head. You smile and pick his head a bit and kiss him “it’s okay, but like I said don’t let it happen again” you say. He nods in agreement. “Now come on” you say kissing him before getting up. “We need to clean ourselves up and then put all that shit away somewhere and use the living room for its actual person” you say walking to the bathroom. Derek laughs, caught up in how much he loves you. You turn on the shower and he gets off to follow behind you and hop in with you.
Hope you enjoyed! I’ve been working on this for awhile but life’s been really busy lately!
Just some words, arranged in pretty little lines and always ending in rhymes, describing all the ways he loved you.
He had started trying months ago to find a way to express his feelings, but he couldn’t draw and making things with your hands is hard. Nothing was as perfect as he wanted it to be.
Finally, he decided to write. He bought a journal and decided to sit down and write down all his favorite things. All his memories and all the little things you do that makes him love you.
It was hard at first, coming up with what should be written.
He could fill an entire library with all your happy memories together, but the wording escaped him.
As with most stories, he decided to start with the day you met.
He wrote about looking across the way to see the girl with the h/c hair. When you turned his way, he couldn’t believe the galaxies trapped in your eyes. He wanted more than anything to spend the rest of his life exploring their depths. Time had almost stood still in that moment, the sun shining a bit brighter and the symphony of white noise fading into silence.
He had been afraid to speak to you, afraid of dragging you into the mess that was his life. But he couldn’t stay away. You were a like a magnet that drew him in, he couldn’t stop if he tried.
Your voice was music to his ears. The songs of angels couldn’t sound more heavenly than your laughter. He tried ever joke he had ever heard in his life to get you to giggle. He wished he had the sense of mind to record your voice so he would have it with him always, but you had a way of making him forget everything but you.
When your fingers brushed his for the first time, it was like he saw color for the first time. Everything snapped into focus. It was almost too much, but in the same moment he needed so much more. He wanted to hold you and feel your skin against his. To keep you safe and warm in his embrace and to shelter you from the harsh reality of the world.
When he learned how sweet and caring you were, he was struck again by unfair the world was. How in the hell had he met you? What god had decided to have mercy on him and let him spend time with you? Or had he angered one of them and was cursed to know and love you, but never know your love in return?
He convinced himself that your friendship was enough, so imagine his surprise when you told him you loved him. It had been a slip really, you hadn’t necessarily meant you were in love with him, you were but hadn’t meant to reveal so. But the look in his eyes after he heard those three words erased any fear from your heart and any doubt from your mind.
You didn’t think he noticed when times were a little tough. When school was a bit harder than usual and you were pushing yourself to do more. When you would stay up later and you would little bags underneath your beautiful eyes. But he did and he did everything he could to help you. He did all the chores without you asking and got you everything you reached for. There were many nights that you fell asleep studying and he would carry you to bed before marking the passage you were reading and carefully organizing your things so you could find them when you woke up.
Or maybe when the world wasn’t as bright as it used to be. When everything seemed gray and it was harder to move. He would hold you a bit longer than usual and make sure you were okay. He knew you wanted to feel better so he did everything he could to encourage you.
He wrote about all the reasons he loved you and all the ways he wanted to support you. He wrote everything he couldn’t say out loud and so much more. He described his favorite memories so that you could read them when you were feeling down and you needed a reminder that someone cared.
He described you through his eyes. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your everything as best he could and even then he didn’t feel like he did you justice. He was frustrated and wanted to quit, but he had been working on this for so long that he felt like he needed to see it through.
So he did. He continued to write whenever he had time. Sometimes he would rush to his journal so that he could write down a memory before it could fade even the slightest bit.
“What are you writing?” Your sleepy voice whispered in his ear. He had heard you approaching, but hadn’t stopped his scribbling or turned to look at you, not even when your arms wrapped around his waist and your hair brushed over his shoulders.
“I’m writing about you.” He mimicked your quiet tone. “And I am writing about us.”
“Sounds incredibly boring.” You teased him before kissing the side of his head.
“Well thank you. Your faith in my skills is awe inspiring.” He said sardonically as he finished the final sentence. He laid down his pen and handed the notebook to you.
“For me?” You asked as took the book from his hands.
“For you.” He answered. “Let me know when you finish reading it. I have a couple questions for you.” He said, leaving you alone with his masterpiece.
You sat down and began to read. You read it faster than you have ever read anything in your life. The idea that he sat down and wrote all of this just for you was enough to bring you to tears.
When you finished, you obeyed his request and went to find him. You laid the book down on the table and then enveloped him in a hug. “Thank you.” You said, holding him close and kissing all over his face. “Now what was it you wanted to ask me?”
His smile was a bit nervous, but when he spoke his voice was steady. “Will you marry me?”