many feels were felt that night

Too Many Feelings Part 6

Summary: You and Bucky never get along one day Steve asks you to help him after on mission. Feelings could change?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1122

Warnings: Fluffy, mature content of course a little of angst

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Originally posted by marshthemallows

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

That night you barely slept, Steve’s words were repeating in your brain nonstop and when you finally could sleep your brain decide to have a dirty sexy dream about Bucky. When you woke up, you felt so disappointed that he wasn’t there and frustrated that everything was just dream.

Everything felt so real, the way he kissed your neck against the wall, his hands on your hair making you moan the little groans that he was making and the taste of his salt skin on your lips.

At the same time, the dream was just fragments of memories; you remember the feeling of his trusts into you, the taste of his lips on yours and the way he was holding you closer to his naked and magnificent body.

You look at the clock and its only 4 in the morning; you know that you are not going to sleep again. You decide go to the rooftop to think, there was always something about that place that makes your thoughts clear.

You don’t know if it is the view of the city, or the wind in your hair but that place always helped you. You don’t know how much time you spent there, but the sun is rising so you guess it’s a lot. You are so distract that you don’t realize that you are not alone up there.

“So here you are.” You turn around and give him a shy smile “Jesus Bucky, you almost gave me a heart attack.” He sits by your side, watching the sun rising with you. You notice that he has a giant bruise in his left cheek “What happened here?”

“Steve kicked my ass on the training today.” Your fingers gently trace the bruise “Why did he do that?” He leans towards your touch and rest his head on your hand“Because of you, he said if I ever hurt you again he would do worse than that. Don’t worry about it he even got me an ice pack after.”

“I am sorry; I didn’t ask him to do this, you know that I don’t believe in violence.” He gives you a shy smile and his next words breaks your heart “I deserved doll.You know it’s good that someone put me in my place when comes to you and I am glad that is Steve.”

You get closer to him and grab his hands. You don’t know what to say so you just stay in silence for a while holding his hand “Yesterday I heard you talking to Steve, thank you Bucky for taking care of me and not let me do anything I might regret.”

“I would never do anything to hurt you, not on purpose … I know that wake up by my side would be one of the biggest regrets of your life.” His voice is hurt and you know that he didn’t understood what you meant, so you kiss his bruised check and rush to explain.

“I would regret because I wouldn’t remember, the time that happened I thought that you hated me. Can you imagine how confused I would be? The last thing you had told me was to have sex with Steve and then I would wake up with you naked by my side. I was hurt and confused at the time. I know what I was begging for you so thank you for protecting me from myself.”

“You didn’t want me, you wanted me to stop hating you and that broke my heart. How much pain have I caused you? You were almost crying, begging me for no to hate you and you don’t have to thank me. I did a lot of bad things in my past, but I never took advantage of a woman and this is not going to change.”

You stay silent processing everything he said to you, you don’t want to say anything you feel embarrassed and you feel awful to put him in that position . He looks at you, giving you a shy smile “Do you want know a secret? If I had kissed you would be my first kiss since the 40’s.”

“I saw you going to a few dates since I move in.” You remember feeling so jealous of those girls, why he could be nice with them and not with you? “Most of these girls were interest on the Winter Soldier, not the broken man behind and the others want to save me but without trying to know me.”

You just nod, you don’t want to seem too happy that he dates had failed and everything you want to say doesn’t seem inappropriate for the moment.  You keep waiting until the right words show up.

“What do you want from me? What do you need Bucky? What are we doing? I am tired of this game.” He takes a deep breath and put you close almost in his lap “I want you, I don’t want to pretend to hate you anymore, I want to kiss you and have you there when I have a nightmare.”

“But I also need to time to have all this; I know that I am not stable yet and I don’t want to hurt you. I need you to understand that doesn’t matter how much I want to kiss and touch your body. I need feel ready for this and know that you are comfortable with me.”

You get up and pull him to a hug and Bucky rests his body against yours. You want him, you want give him the comfort that he needs and you want explore your feelings for him.

“What if we take baby steps?  We don’t need to jump in bed to have sex but you can look for me after a nightmare, we can watch movies together on the living room and I can patch you up after missions. We can just spend time together and when you are ready to kiss me or do something more we talked about it.”

“Would you do this for me doll? “ You nod “If you treat me right and take care of me when I need it, there is nothing that would make me happier.” He kisses your forehead and you can see that he feels you lighter and happier “What does make us, doll? I don’t want hold you back from anything or anyone you might want”

“We are us Bucky; we don’t need to explain for anybody else. We just have to be honest with each other.”  He nods and stares at your lips “On the mood of taking things slow, Tony is giving a party today, would save me a dance?”

“I will be the one in blue.”

Part 7

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1. Write down everything he said that made your heart beat faster. Every word that found a home in your soul and kept you warm on nights when you were too cold to breathe.

2. Take your time. Write as neat as you can. Elegant cursive, bubble letters, calligraphy. Make the penmanship as beautiful as the words it is saying.

3. Read it over and over and over again. Feel the way you felt when he first said it to you. Forget how much it hurts now.

4. Light it on fire in the bathroom sink. As the edges curl and the letters melt, forget it all. It’s not a part of your life anymore and you don’t need to keep it. It’s gone.

5. Now write down everything he said to you that made you blush a deep red. Everything he said to you that made your thighs tremble and your breath shaky.

6. Make the penmanship sloppy, like the way he would’ve kissed you. Write it down quick and messy and don’t worry about how the things you are writing would make a priest impure. Write it all anyway.

7. Read it. Just once. Let yourself imagine what you could’ve been one more time.

8. Then light it on fire too. Forget it too.

9. Now write down what he said to you that hurts. Write down the words he threw at you as he left, write down the excuses he made, write down the words he stabbed into your chest. Write down what he said that made you cry.

10. Make the words harsh and sharp. Scratch it out with a knife onto the page if you have to.

11. Don’t read it again.

12. Light it on fire. Watch it burn. Forget.

13. He wanted to burn you down but don’t let him. Get there first. You’re the one who’s holding the matches.

—  How to forget him– Lily Rain
Just Breathe [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: Reader has an anxiety attack and Lin is there to comfort her.

Word Count: 517

Warnings: anxiety tw (?)

A/N: this is a short one, something i needed to hear/read from someone, actually this is a really personal fic that felt necessary for myself. i know many of you also suffer from anxiety and writing this made me feel better, even though it was only for a few minutes; i hope it makes you feel a bit better too. Love y’all, guys.

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The air seemed non-existant. The tears started rolling down your face, and you didn’t know why… You weren’t exactly surprised though. You had anxiety since you were a teenager, but it has improved so much, specially since you started dating Lin.

You had a few nights here and there, where the attack would come out of nowhere. Combined with your messed up sleep patterns, anxiety could be a real bitch, but this was the first time it was happening with Lin sleeping right next to you.

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As I lay in bed last I thought about how many people have tried to help me along the way, have helped me, a few a whom are no longer alive. Way more people have tried to help me John, than have harmed me, the harm just seems to leave the deeper mark. Anyway, I’ve always felt such guilt that others were wasting their lives on me, that I was a waste that I was unworthy but last night I didn’t feel that guilt or that I was a waste. I didn’t necessarily feel worthiness but I did feel a kind of responsibility, I guess, at least a desire to try and not let you all down. Then I felt the smallest flicker of not wanting to let myself down, you know? Because somewhere in all this, I’ve managed at times to fight for myself for some reason, pride for my life for some reason. And I survived for some reason. And here I am, still for some reason. And me not knowing that reason doesn’t diminish it or invalidate it, or disprove it’s existence. And that’s what I’m going with today

here’s a photo from the protest against trump outside of the trump tower in manhattan on wednesday night. this week has left me feeling devastated, like so many others, and it felt incredible to be around people (almost 10,000) who were as upset as i was. it’s terrifying to think about what will happen during trump’s presidency and i feel so powerless when i think about it. but knowing that so many people hate this man and they’re not afraid to show it makes me feel hopeful. it’s also a call to action for me-i’m going to start actually doing all of the volunteering i’ve been wanting to do, i’m going to turn my anger and sadness into action that will actually help people. a racist, sexist, fascist rapist was elected president, and that’s terrifying. if you have privileges like you’re perceived male, you have white skin, or you have money, start to use them to make change. your voice is systemically heard more and your body is systemically less policed & attacked. it is nothing short of a time of crisis and if you’ve been waiting for a call to action, this is it.

Unsteady

FFN

I finally decided to post this on here. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Title: “Unsteady”

Pairing: Nalu

Rating: T

Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFjryf8zH_M

Unsteady.

She supposed that could be the word used to describe the knotting of her stomach. Unbalanced. Shaky. Forever wavering between decisions—what made her feel right and what made her feel utterly wrong. The rickety feeling of the mental bridge she walked across on most days, her legs trembling with each and every step towards the other side where she prayed an answer may lie. There were no ropes on the sides, nothing to grasp onto when she felt like she might fall. Many times on her journey towards a decision there would be pieces missing, her foot would slip through and she’d falter—giving up and backtracking to safety, once again too afraid to cross, afraid she’d fall again into the black pits of despair.

At night she’d lay in bed, deep in sleep, back on that bridge in her nightmares once more. It seemed that was when her mind preferred to make decisions, and she supposed she favored that over it haunting her during the day like it used to—like it had once the war had ended.

Often she’d be crossing, and when she’d slip through one of the cracks, visions of those lost during the battles would appear—reminding her of her wrong judgments. Though, it was strange, when their faces would pop up their expressions held no hate, perhaps one could even express it as a sympathetic demeanor.

The nightmare would start off as usual, she’d be walking across the bridge, begging for someone to hold onto—to guide her towards the other side. Her heart would pound as she prayed to Mavis herself to come to some sort of conclusion. Then as if on command, a person’s face would appear, their understanding expression very apparent as they watched each and every single step. She’d make it about halfway before her foot would slip through an unknown missing piece, and three words would echo throughout the pitch dark caverns of her psyche, “Keep moving forward”.

These words would repeat themselves like a mantra, and she would contemplate continuing on, but then she’d remember those lost—she’d panic and turn around towards the safety at the start of the bridge. She’d never made it across, not even a single time.

Her evening started as normal, well as normal as her normal was. She’d just returned home after helping repair Magnolia since it was nearly destroyed completely from the war against the Spriggan and Zeref. It had been taking an awful long time, but it had proved to be a welcome distraction from the pain. She wanted to feel numb, she wanted the constant pain in her chest to stop, so she could feel normal again—though she knew that would be virtually impossible.

She walked into her bathroom, and walked up to the mirror to assess her appearance. Her once bright brown eyes, that once used to be filled to the brim with elation, were now dull and void of desire for anything. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, something she could easily hide with make-up if she wanted to, but why bother—not like she had anybody to impress. Maybe Happy, but even he rarely left the confines of her apartment. She shook her head to clear her thoughts for a few minutes before returning to her visual assessment of herself. She raked her slender fingers through her long blonde hair, picking the brush up from the side of the sink and bringing it to the knotted ends. The evening was the part of her day she dreaded the most. It was when she was left to her thoughts with little to zero distractions—just her, staring into the mirror and pointing out every single one of her flaws.

With every single stroke of the brush through her knotted strands, a new name would pop in her mind of someone dear she’d lost in her lifetime.

Gray; one of her best friends, family, gone forever. She reached out desperately to pull him out of harms way, his eyes filled with panic as death loomed closer in the form of someone who he once considered a brother. Though even frightened, he remained steady, ready for what was about to come. He fought death head on, kicking and screaming hysterically, trying frantically to take his killer with him to the grave.

Brush.

Master Makarov; a man of great wisdom, someone who had quickly become a father figure when her biological one couldn’t. She luckily hadn’t been there to see it, but when the bright light flashed before her eyes and throughout the sky, she felt a sinking feeling deep in her chest. She knew something terrible had happened. When she had reunited with Erza and had discovered what had transpired, she about threw herself into her scarlet-haired friend’s arms pushing them to the ground—there they laid for hours, crying with each other.

Brush.

Momma.

Brush.

Papa.

Brush.

Aquarius.

Brush.

Natsu.

The brush clattered to the floor, and Lucy stared wide-eyed into the mirror before sinking into the fetal position, hands covering her eyes as the tears spilled down her cheeks. She heard the door squeak, signaling someone entering the bathroom, and the pitter patter of little paws on the floor. When the sound ended at her head, she had expected him to yell at her to move on, but instead she was met with a familiar smoky smell and the feeling of fabric being placed on top of her neck. Then as quick as the exceed had entered, he was gone, already back in her room. She knew what it was he had given her—Natsu’s most prized possession, his gift from igneel. His scarf. She wrapped it around her neck, bringing it to her nose to deeply breath in whatever scent still lingered, allowing it to envelop her being.

She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to walk through her front door like the old days—hell, she would even take him crawling through the window and sneaking into her bed. She wanted him to steal her food and almost burn down her house, she didn’t care what he did, she just wanted him back.

She didn’t know how much she really needed him until he was gone. Not for protection, she didn’t need a bodyguard, she so desperately needed him like the air she breathed. She needed him for stability, he was the rope railing, and when that rope was stolen from her grasp, she could no longer cross that bridge. She no longer had anything to hold onto, no one to keep her steady when the wind would blow the bridge from side-to-side. When the pieces were missing, she had nothing to grab, and there she’d fall down one of the holes and back into the darkness.


About a half an hour passed, and she had decided she was too mentally and physically exhausted at this point to shower. She’d wait until morning. She walked back out of the bathroom, leaving a light on to make sure the room wasn’t totally dark, for fear that monsters in her head would become a reality once more. Leaving the scarf wrapped around her neck, she quickly changed into her pajamas and shuffled to bed where Happy was already sleeping on the pillow by the window—the bright moon casting an ethereal glow on the snoring cat.

She sighed and peeled back the covers, crawling into the silky sheets and encasing herself tightly with the covers. Her stomach growled loudly, and she glanced over at Happy to make sure it hadn’t woken him up. She had only then realized she had forgotten to eat that night, and unfortunately she often did. She groaned quietly, refusing to nourish herself now that she was in the warmth of her bed. She gripped the covers tighter to her form and shut her eyes, trying to will her brain to take her to dreamland. After a few minutes, her brain finally gave in, and her soft snores filled the room.


She glanced around the darkness, the familiar bridge in front of her once more. She breathed out deeply and stepped onto the first plank of wood, hearing it groan beneath her foot. Then another and another, and before she knew it she was in the middle, staring at the scattered missing planks in front of her. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, taking another step forward. When one of the pieces nearly broke beneath her, she just about turned around and hightailed it back to safety, when a familiar voice reached her ears, “Lucy”.

Her heart lurched in her chest at the voice calling her name. It’d never done that before. “Lucy”, there it was again, so loud and so real and so him. She could almost see the grin plastered on his face, and she could feel the tears threatening to escape.

The bridge began to shake from a gust a wind, threatening to push her down into the pit. She fell to her knees, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl back to the beginning, where she knew safety lie. “Lucy”, the voice called once more, much louder and much more prominent this time.

It was as if it was guiding her towards the light at the end of the bridge. She contemplated on following it, perhaps this was just another trick of the darkness in her mind. She wasn’t sure what urged her to move forward, but the sound of Natsu’s voice seemed to boost her confidence. Every time he called her name she was able to take a few steps forward, and when the wind would shake the bridge, she finally felt steady enough to hold on tightly. Just a few steps away, and the light was blinding at this point, it was as if the heavens themselves were trying to pull her in towards them. “Lucy!”, he shouted this time.

With that, she was able to gain the resolve to walk those final steps to the other side. She did it. She finally crossed the bridge, and when she stepped into the light she could feel her strength returning to her, the warm feeling wrapping her tightly in its embrace.


Her eyes opened and she was back in her room, still under the covers, but she was sweating profusely. She needed some air, she felt like she was about to melt. She attempted to push the covers back, when she realized her arms were restricted. She kicked the covers away, the cool air of her room finally hitting her skin, and she breathed out a sight of relief. It was short-lived though, when she remembered her predicament. The familiar smoky smell hit her first, and she assumed it was the scarf still wrapped around her neck, but it was far too strong to be just that—far too potent to be anything he used to own. She glanced down to see a pair of arms cradling her snugly, allowing little room for escape. Her breath hitched at the sight, afraid it was just a figment of her imagination and her brain was playing tricks on her again.

She wiggled frantically, trying her best to maneuver around to face the nighttime intruder. When she finally got to the point of being able to see the person, she couldn’t believe her eyes. The male’s breaths fanned her face, pushing her bangs away. His spikey salmon hair, flattened from the pillow beneath his head. Tears began to push their way out of her eyes as she took the opportunity to run her hands along his jawline, feeling the warmth of his smooth skin before moving to hold his face. She leaned forward and pushed her forehead against his, their noses squishing together in the process. A tear rolled down her cheek, landing onto his own, causing the dragon slayer to stir from his sleep. She watched nervously as his eyelids fluttered open, revealing his steely irises that she had missed so much. “Lucy”, he mumbled, a smile growing on his face.

Her big brown eyes remained trained on his, afraid that if she didn’t he disappear. She felt him remove an arm from around her to bring a hand to hold her chin. If she hadn’t been staring into his eyes, she may have missed the tears starting to form in his own, and the utter look of relief he held to see her in one piece. She was a sobbing mess at this point, and she finally released his face from her hands to hug him tightly. “Where did you go?”, she asked through the tears, little hiccups escaping here and there, “How could you leave me and Happy?”

She felt the teardrops wetting her shoulder, and she knew he missed her just as much as she missed him. He didn’t respond, he merely just clutched her tighter to his body. After a few minutes they were able to regain at least part of their composure, and he pulled away to look at her face. He breathed out deeply, “I almost died that day. When that ice sword pierced through my stomach, I could feel my insides twisting with each time he stabbed me—”, he started, and she stared at him with wide-eyes, “I remember laying there bleeding out, staring at the sky, praying to die already. I just wanted the agony to end. It was when I blacked out and I thought I was dead, that I heard a voice speaking to me.”

“Do you wanna know what it said to me?”, he asked, and she nodded, “It said, ‘Keep moving forward’. That’s all it said, but it would just keep repeating it every single time I felt like giving up.”

The tears were threatening to spill from her eyes once more, and gripped his shoulders. “I kept dreaming of this angel—“, he began hesitantly, “—She was beautiful, all dressed up in this fancy white gown, a golden halo, and these giant wings. I swear, even Happy would have been jealous. She was the one who kept repeating this phrase to me, almost like a mantra of some sort. Eventually I got the will to move, to save myself from falling into death’s clutches. I am thankful for that angel every single day of my life.”

She buried her face into his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m thankful for that angel too.”, she mumbled, letting his scent lull her close to sleep.

Natsu chuckled, “Do you know who the angel was, Luce?”

Her heart lurched happily at the sound of that nickname, a small smile playing on her lips, “Who was it?”

“It was you—“, he hugged her head tightly, “—You were the angel. So I thank you with every fiber of my being.”

He smiled when heard her soft snores, signifying she had fallen asleep. “Sleep well, Luce”, he mumbled, falling into a deep sleep as well.


She opened her eyes, and she was back in front of the familiar bridge once more. She wanted to cry out to the heavens to end this, but when she felt a warm hand grip her own, she gained the courage to take the first steps onto the bridge. She looked over to see the grinning face of Natsu next to her, guiding her across the bridge with ease and holding her close when it got particularly breezy. She was no longer afraid to cross to the other side, and for the first time in a while she finally felt steady.

reading these answers is really making me emotional.. I knew that it would but not to this extent. I’m just gonna ramble really quick..

One thing that blows my mind about struggling with coming out, from my own experience, was that I have never felt more alone in my life than in that time. I felt like I was the only person in the whole entire world feeling the way I felt. So many of your answers and stories are the same. The same as each others and the same as my own. I relate to so many of you and you’re bringing me back to all those emotions I used to have, which is exactly why I asked for you guys to answer that question. 

I let myself get so stuck in those fears. They were all I thought about day in and day out. I couldn’t sleep at night and I couldn’t get up in the morning because I just was so so so in my head about everything. Scared of how people would react, terrified I’d disappoint people, afraid people wouldn’t see me the same anymore. All of those things just played on a loop in my mind. 

That version of myself would have never believed where I am at today. Something that used to keep me feeling disconnected from everyone around me is one of the things that makes me feel most connected to people now.

I just want you to know that I never ever in a million years thought I’d be where I am today.. happy and comfortable in my own skin. If you’re feeling the same way TRUST ME you’re going to surprise yourself.

3.6.5 / Part 3

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Exo as Wolves

It’s not super long, but here it is! 

Word Count: 1210

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The walk up to the house was awkward. You couldn’t stop your eyes from shifting around nervously, overly aware of how far away his house was from town, or anything else. Chanyeol was doing almost the same thing, looking through the front windows running surveillance.

He held the door open, motioning for you to step in first.

You couldn’t help the look you gave him as you stepped over the threshold.

“It’s fine.” He laughed, “They don’t bite.”

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Jackson Imagine - After

A/N - This one was requested by an anon so I hope you liked it. Keep sending in your requests!

Morning dawned on you as you woke up. You stretched your arms above your head before opening your eyes to see Jackson’s sleeping figure beside you. His arm had been around your shoulders while the two of you slept. You lay there admiring his shirtless body, watching it rise and fall with each breath. Memories of the previous night flashed through your mind. It had been your first night together and it had felt so perfect feeling his hands all over your body. The way the two of you had connected so deeply and intimately was amazing and you were still on a cloud of euphoria. Looking at him now made you realise how much you really loved him and wanted to have so many more nights like that with him.

Jackson began to stir and you rolled away from him before he fully awoke. For some reason, you felt almost embarrassed about what the two of you had done the night before. Something just felt different and you couldn’t quite get your head around it. You felt him shift in the bed and his arms moved to wrap around your waist, his hands resting on your stomach.
“Morning, babe,” he said in a low and husky voice. Instead of turning over to cuddle him, you moved his arm and sat up.
“Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” He asked, watching you with concern.
“Yeah,” you replied, not looking him in the eyes, “I’m just going to make some breakfast.” You stood up and put on Jackson’s shirt and pulled some underwear on as well before heading downstairs to make some pancakes.

While you were in the kitchen, Jackson also got up. He was worried about why you hadn’t stayed in bed longer. Did you regret sleeping with him? Wanting to find out, he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to see you there, the morning light glowing on your face. Without saying anything, he came up behind you and cuddled you, burying his face in your shoulder. When you didn’t lean into the hug, he knew something was wrong.
“Babe?”
“Yes, Jackson?”
“Do you regret last night?”
“What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?”
“Well, you haven’t really said much and you haven’t kissed or cuddled me at all this morning,” he said while giving you a pouty look.
“Jackson, I promise I don’t regret anything it’s just…” you sighed before turning to face him, “that was my first time and waking up this morning with you was amazing but I can’t help but feel a little embarrassed by it all like, what if I wasn’t good? Or what if-” You were cut off by Jackson kissing you passionately.
“Babe you don’t need to worry or feel embarrassed about anything. Last night was perfect. You were perfect. There’s nothing I want more than to relive that night with you,” he said, looking into your eyes as his hands rested on your hips.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I am, you’re beautiful and I love you, why wouldn’t I want to spend the night with you again?” He asked before kissing you again with even more passion.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING SENTENCE STARTERS;

  • Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
  • Men were deceivers ever.
  • How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?
  • He hath done good service in these wars.
  • And a good soldier to a lady: but what is he to a lord?
  • A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.
  • He hath every month a new sworn brother.
  • He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
  • I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
  • If he were [in my books] I would burn my library.
  • Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
  • I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
  • I do love nothing in the world so well as you - is not that strange?
  • Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
  • He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
  • When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
  • For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
  • There was a star danced, and under that was I born.  
  • I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
  • Why, what’s the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
  • Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
  • Peace; I will stop your mouth.
  • What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
  • I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
  • When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
  • Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner.
  • I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.
  • How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!
  • Speak low, if you speak love.
  • Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
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SungJae posted this song after the announcement of the end of WGM

Lyric ENG

The day we first broke up
I didn’t know what goodbye was
Only after a few
days have passed
Not getting a call from
you felt so awkward
The empty text message
inbox, a day without you

Were we ever in love?
The images of you
in the many places At some
point are being forgotten
The fact that you’ll be even
more forgotten as time goes by
That hurts even more,
it just doesn’t feel good

I guess it’s really over now
It finally feels real
Everything that we used
to love is now being erased
The times when we
were always together
The days I was happy
by looking at you

The night I looked for you, asking you
to come back Saying that I missed you
Hiding and crying all night, all of that
And the fact that we’re getting farther
apart That hurts more for me

As I was organizing things one by one
I suddenly thought of this There were
so many things I am sorry for

I wasn’t good enough so I couldn’t
express myself I know you were
disappointed with me back then

I guess it’s really over now
It finally feels real
Everything that we used
to love is now being erased
The times when we
were always together
The days I was happy
by looking at you

The night I looked for you, asking you
to come back Saying that I missed you
Hiding and crying all night, all of that
And the fact that we’re getting farther
apart That hurts more for me

On a day when it really hurt a lot
I really missed you
I was so young
I hated you so much

So I hoped you would suffer too
I hoped you would hurt
without me too

Your phone number that’s
still clearly in my head
The way you talked
that always changed
Your body that was so warm
All the things that
I miss are being forgotten
That is what hurts

- coincidence? destiny? choice? -
Someone told me a long time ago that Egyptians had a hundred different words for sand, and Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I think about that as I lay in bed late at night when I can’t sleep, and I realize that people have many meanings for things that they are surrounded with. And then I realize that I only had one definition of love until I met you. Before you, love was the dictionary definition of “an intense feeling or deep emotion felt towards someone else.” But you’ve taught me that love means so much more than that. Love is when we kiss and I cannot imagine kissing anyone else ever again. Love is the way your fingers perfectly intertwine with mine, like our hands were created just to be able to hold only each other’s. Love is how I still get butterflies in my stomach when you look me in the eyes, even after years of being with you. Love is always being excited to see you, even though I have seen you every single week for the past three years. Love is the way your open arms look like the warmly lit windows of a home I belong to. Love is how we passionately kiss and you push me against the wall, yet you cover the back of my head with your hand, so that I don’t hit it in the process; love is you being so strong, yet being so gentle. Love is the way I can be naked, either physically or emotionally, yet I still don’t feel vulnerable next to you. Love is when I push you away, yet you come back, always. Love is that time I ran out your front door at 2:00am and you chased after me. Love is how I expected you to be mad at me for running away, yet you caught up to me out of breath, smiled and said “I found you!” Love is getting lost along the way, and you always being happy to have found me again. But sometimes, love cannot be described in words. Like how your skin looks so pale and beautiful those nights you sleep next to me as the moonlight shines through the window and kisses your shoulders, like how I long for one day to be able to fall asleep to the sound of your voice and wake up to the sight of your sleepy smile, like how your lips feel so passionately wet in the shower, and like how I had wanted to die for so long, but you make me want to live an eternity, only if I got to live it with you. Love with you isn’t a definition, it’s something that could never be defined within the confines of words.
—  [JW]

anonymous asked:

CAn you do like a dally imagine where he is flirting and the girl is his best friend and she admits she loves him when she gets upset about the girls he is flirting with

You and Dallas were best friends, because you two were one of a kind. But you always had felt something more then friends, but Dallas could never feel that way, he just doesn't fall in love. You’ve been wanting to tell him for some time, trying to find the perfect moment, but one day you just kinda blurted it out in anger and jealously. You and Dallas were at a bar playing pool, the same thing you two did every Saturday night. You had finally won after Dallas beating you so many times before, that night you two had a bet, whoever won gets a free drink. Dallas kept his word and shuffled to the bar to get your drink, but while walking there he stopped to talk to a girl with long black hair and a short skirt sitting at the bar. He was flirting with her alright, putting his arm around her offering to buy her a drink. This really set you off, he was suppose to be with you but instead was flirting with some girl! You walked quickly over there in anger and asked Dallas where the hell your drink was. He was kinda shocked because you had helped him get girls many times before that, and now you were doing just the opposite of that. He took your arm and hurried you back to the pool table saying "what the hell is wrong with you??? cant you see I’m trying to pick up that broad?“ You gave him one of your firey looks "well sorry Dallas, its just that im sick of coming here with you and you leaving with some girl!” He was surprised and asked what the hell your problem is, “Dallas its just that… well im sick of watching you flirt with girls when you could be flirting with me.” He opened his eyes wide in shock with a long pause like he was thinking for once in his life. “wait.. what? I don’t got time for you damn jokes, and all of it over a drink??” you responded right away “no Dallas im not joking  I’ve wanted to tell you a long time” He looked at you and flashed one of his grins, “well then what am I doing flirting with some other girl, let me buy you that drink.”


thanks for the request!

The thought that counts

Can you please do a only for the night part 2? I need it like I need oxygen! Like I do with all your stories. They’re the best EVER!


(Sorry hun but this might have been better as a one off!)

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You woke up feeling exhausted and your eyelids felt heavy. You were comforted by the scent filling your nose and buried your face deeper into the chest. Confused that you weren’t alone you peeled your eyes opened and blinked around,  seeing that you were still in your room, you felt a small sense of relief before looking down.

A smile tugged on your lips as you recognized Jason underneath you. You were slightly confused but you weren’t entirely disappointed. Looking around you, you felt his arms loosen around you and you rolled to the side of him, draping your body over the bed you felt around for the backpack you’d flung last night and pulled out the water bottle. You frowned when you saw it was empty and keeping quiet to not disturb Jason, you walked around and sighed at the coffee cans that littered your desk along with your textbooks.

You heard a groan and Jason’s breathing intensify. Turning around you saw his face screw up and heard him whimper and approached him slowly. You called out for him and put a hand on his arm, which startled him and caused him to grab your wrist as he woke up.

“Shit! Y/N. I’m sorry.” He said breathing out, adrenaline running through his body and noticing your shocked look.
“No, i may have handled this wrong. I don’t know.” You admitted “I’m sorry, i just wanted to comfort you.”
“It’s the thought that counts.” He chuckled and ran his hands through his hair before letting out a sigh.
You both sat in a silence, avoiding each others gaze while you both thought about the things you wanted to say.
“So breakfast-?”
“I’ll get it.” You squeaked and used this as a quick way to remove yourself from a potentially awkward moment and ran out.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to grab some with me.” He yelled out while positioning himself back onto your pillows. A small smile crept up on his face as your scent returned to him.
“Oh. Oh!” he heard you call out and chuckled as he glanced at the alarm clock
“Or we could do lunch?”.

That band or Artist that you love no matter what… Even if you stopped listening to their music for months it doesn’t change how you feel about them because they were there when you felt no one else was.. they got you through so many hard times, so many sleepless nights. You hear one song by them and you remember how your life was at that moment. How that one song touched you in ways no person could. Remember how their words made you feel? Remember the calmness you felt the first time you seen them perform live? This is why you love them. This is the power of music.

Preference #21- How you guys met and started dating

Harry: Harry and you got together when you were both in your 4th year. It was the year of the Triwizard tournament and the Yule Ball. You had know each other since 2nd year when you were partnered up in Potions. You were always friendly with each other, becoming closer and closer by the minute. You both had had feelings for each other for a long time. With Harry’s possible death and a magnificent ball coming up, you both felt it was the right time for something more. Harry asked you to the ball at the last minute with the help of Hermione. It was a spectacular event and while dancing that night, he kissed you for the first time. It was the first of many. 

Ron: You two met in his 5th year and your 4th. You had just left a nasty detention with Umbridge and your hand was searing in pain with the words “I must not talk back” etched into your skin. Lets just say you were in tears.. you were bleeding so much and were starting to feel dizzy, when you ran into the tall, lanky, ginger boy. He saw your hand and being the caring and loyal person he is, (and because he was shocked with how hot you were) he took you back to the Gryffindor common room and took care of you, mending your hand with Murtlap Essence. You both got to know each other that night, talking about everything under the sun which eventually ended up cuddling and you both really started to like each other and became extremely close. You knew you two were right together and and the rest is history. 

Draco: You and Draco had known of each other but your paths never crossed. You two had no bad blood. You thought he seemed like a good kid underneath the bullying and he was in no doubt the hottest. Draco on the other hand, saw you and  thought you were the most beautiful human being in existance. Hed normally swagger up to any girl he deemed attractive enough for him, hook up with them once, and then never speak to them again (fuckboyyy). But with you things were different. He respected you and didnt want to mess this up. One day while you were reading out in the courtyard, he came over to your bench and plopped down next to you. He seemed quite nervous and what he said seemed a little rehearsed. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, you agreed to go on a date to Hogsmeade during the upcoming weekend. Lets just say that was not your last date and you brought out the good kid in him. 

Neville: You had known Neville your entire life, with your grandmother being best friends with his. You had been there for Neville through everything. Saying you were best friends was an understatement. You went through the first 6 years of Hogwarts just close friends, even though you had had feelings for him since 4th year when he took you to the Yule Ball “just as friends”. You never had any sign that he felt the same way until 7th year. With the impending battle and the hell you two were getting at Hogwarts, you both admitted your feelings in a moment of vulnerability. After a terrible day of being forced to do terrible things you both decided you wanted no one else for the rest of your life. And your wishes came true.

Fred: You and Fred had met in your 1st year on your first day at Hogwarts . You had always been close friends since then. By your 3rd year, you were both on your houses Quidditch team, you a chaser and him a beater. During a game, you were hit extremely hard by one of his bludgers on accident. You fell off your broom at about 25 feet off the ground. You blacked out and woke up in the hospital wing 3 days later with Fred sitting next to you, staring at you intently while holding your hand. He was almost in tears he was so glad you were okay. In the spur of the moment he admitted that he loved you. Instantly he got as red as his hair and covered his mouth. To say he was embarrassed was an understatement. But you made him feel all better when you kissed him. Since then you’ve been inseparable and haven’t been hit by a bludger since. 

George: You met George in 3rd year when him and Fred were playing a prank. You were walking down the hallway to Divination, minding your own business, wondering what was for dinner that night. Little did you know that the two pranksters were hidden in the nearest broom closet waiting for the next person to walk by their door. When they heard footsteps approaching they got into position. When they knew their time was right they jumped out, shouting a curse turning their victims hair blue. That unlikely person just happened to be you. You screamed and they laughed. Then you laughed too. You couldnt help it. You noticed one of these twins was quite cute.. You both introduced yourself and you and George kept making those eyes.. You didnt care that you had blue hair, as long as you had blue hair with this boy. 

The Morning After

This is just a short Kylo Ren x Reader ficlet. I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so just thought I’d get it off my chest ^^

Warnings: Intimacy, sexual themes

Words: 629

You had been in a deep sleep for many hours, but as you began to wake the memories of last night started flooding in.

Amazing. Just… Amazing.

The man you had loved for almost a decade had finally given in to his feelings and told you how he felt about you. Well, more like showed you, actually.

Without a doubt it had been the single most passionate night you had ever experienced in your life, and considering the source, that just made it all the more exciting.

As you slowly opened your eyes you realised, with a start, where you actually were.

Directly across from you was that melted helmet that always gave you the creeps,  not just because of the look of it but also because it was the object of his obsession.

You further realised that you were completely naked in his bed, but that Kylo Ren was nowhere to be seen.

‘Odd’ you thought. You guessed that he wouldn’t be a snuggle-in-bed sort-of person, but to just leave with no trace felt impersonal, even for him.

You got out of bed, determined to get ready as quickly as possible in order to find him, although that could take hours considering the size of Starkiller Base.

As you made your way sleepily to the bathroom, whilst rubbing your eyes awake, he emerged, giving you the fright of your life.

“Do you have to be so quiet?” Your heart was racing and you could faintly hear that his was too (force powers come in handy in these situations).

It wouldn’t have been so embarrassing, but due to the fact that you were still naked and he was fully clothed, save for his helmet, in those heavy black robes, it was quite the contrast. Luckily your long hair covered the important parts.

“Well, now, don’t I look silly…” you looked into those deep chestnut eyes, too tired to hide your severely blushed cheeks.

He looked at you in a way that you had never seen on those handsome features before. He looked… Satisfied.

His response was most surprising, but it was said in annoyance, like you’d just said the most stupid thing he’d ever heard:

“Don’t be absurd. You look beautiful.”

You bit your lip in lust as he gently grasped your waist with his strong hands and pushed your hair back so that it fell against your back, as opposed to your front, and pulled you into a deep embrace.

His lips were quite large, but were as soft and gentle as the kiss itself. For a few seconds, nothing else mattered. No dark side. No light side. No war. Nothing.

You were pleased that he was allowing himself to experience these emotions, but were also painfully aware that as soon as he slipped that helmet on and left the room, he would be quite a different man.

As you pressed your body against his and wrapped your arms tightly around him, you could feel the heat emanating from his groin quite alarmingly.

However, he suddenly snapped away from the kiss and held you at arm’s length.

‘Rude’ you thought, as you were enjoying where that was leading.

“Not now.” He commanded seriously, but simultaneously repositioning the front of his as if nothing had happened - he had a knack for that.

With that, he gave you a peck on the lips, donned his helmet (which gave him an air of mystery, which you liked) and briskly and importantly strode out the door, leaving you to bask in his wake (you assumed that’s what he’d want you to be doing).

It was never going to be perfect, or normal for that matter, with Kylo Ren, but you had always loved him and really liked where this was going.