never had a heart to mend

She [Marlene] is brave, beautiful, loyal, kind and generous. She is never boring and is as lovely looking in the morning in a G.I. shirt, pants and combat boots as she is at night or on the screen. She has an honesty and a comic and tragic sense of life that never let her be truly happy unless she loves… If she had nothing more than her voice she could break your heart with it. But she has that beautiful body and the timeless loveliness of her face. It makes no difference how she breaks your heart if she is there to mend it. 

- Ernest Hemingway

The Zodiac Signs as Superpowers!

Aries: Super-Human Agility 

Not even Chuck Norris would stand a chance against you if you had the power of superhuman agility. Your lightning-fast reaction time, great flexibility, and excellent jumping capacity would definitely give you the upper hand during battle.

Taurus: Invulnerability

Invulnerability grants heroes immunity to one or more forms of physical, mental, or spiritual damage. If you possessed this power, you would never have to worry about getting beat up by bullies, mending a broken heart, or suffering from depression.

Gemini: Omnilinguism

Omnilinguism is the ability to understand any form of language. You could travel around the world and never have to worry about a language barrier if you had this superpower. Plus, you’d ace every language class in school.

Cancer: Healing

What if you had the power to heal? You could not only get rid of minor injuries like cuts and bruises, but also help ease the pain of people suffering from serious illnesses. Cancer, Alzheimer’s, and AIDs would all be history.

Leo: Super-Human Endurance 

Superhuman endurance allows those who possess it to exert themselves during activities without getting tired. With this power, you could run marathons, clean the house, and study for long periods of time with ease.

Virgo: Talking To Animals

Ever wondered what your pet is thinking? If you could talk to animals, you’d be able to talk to cats, dogs, armadillos or any other random animal that happened to cross your path. You’d be a real life Eliza Thornberry.

Libra: Intangibility

You wouldn’t even need to visit Platform 9 and ¾ to walk through walls if you possessed the power of intangibility, which is the ability to phase through solid matter without harm. You could never be locked out of your house or car because a key wouldn’t be necessary.

Scorpio: Mind Control

With the power of mind control, you could persuade your boss to give you a raise, demand an A from your professor, and brainwash your parents into letting you quit school and go backpacking through Europe. Basically, you could do anything you wanted. Life would be grand!

Sagittarius: Immortality

If you were immortal, you could live forever and be the oldest person on earth. Young fools would flock to you seeking wisdom and guidance – they’d probably believe anything you said. You would also have no need for a bucket list because you’d have the rest of eternity to have fun.

Capricorn: Time-Manipulation

Ever wished you could turn back the clock? With the power of time manipulation, you can! Awkward moments would never happen, all-nighters wouldn’t be necessary, and good times would last longer with this convenient superpower.

Aquarius: Invisibility 

Forget about Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak. With the power of invisibility, you could vanish in the blink of an eye using your mind. You could sneak out of the house without your parents knowing and play hilarious pranks on your friends without getting caught.

Pisces: Precognition

Precognition is the ability to predict the future. With this power, you could be the first to sense danger and save the day by battling ninja assassins, fire-breathing dragons, and other pesky villains before their diabolical plans take root.

Although I was well aware of the fact that you and I could not be saved I still tried to convince myself that I had something worth fighting for.
—  t.i // I’m not sure how to mend my broken heart.
Treat You Better

Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: angst, abusive boyfriend, angst, swearing, angst, fluff

Words: 3.2k

Inspired by: “Treat You Better”- Shawn Mendes.

All credit goes to Marvel

Originally posted by passion-of-arts

The first time Y/N brought her boyfriend to the tower, Tony’s heart sank. He and Y/N hadn’t been official, it was never anything more than friends with benefits. She was allowed to date, they even had discussed this. But like most friends with benefits cases, one always falls for the other. For once in Tony’s life, he developed actual romantic feelings for someone.

And that someone had found someone else.


Y/N’s laughter filled the hallway as she dragged her boyfriend through the tower, giving him a tour. Tony cleared his throat, and busied himself with washing the dishes. “Tony, you know you have like 100 people that you pay to do that for you, right?” Y/N asked. Tony looked over his shoulder, doing a once over of the guy Y/N was with.

“Yeah, uh, I gave them all the night off to get some sleep for clean-up after the party tomorrow night.” He focused back on the hot water running over his hands and Y/N’s smile faltered, but quickly brightened back up.

“Okay, well I was just going to show Darren around the tower.” Tony nodded and Darren scoffed. He could hear Y/N give him a swat, but he pretended not to hear the comment, despite his anger starting to bubble. This guy was an asshat, what was Y/N doing with him? He shook the thought out of his and sighed when he realized he was alone. Tony dropped the dishes back into the sink.

“What am I doing? I don’t wash dishes.”


It was 1:03 in the morning. Tony laid in bed, tossing a ball into the air and catching it, a constant cycle to distract him from his thoughts. Y/N’s laugh played over and over in his head like a broken record. He should be the one making her laugh. Not Derrick or whatever his name was. He just looked like a tool. Y/N’s too good for him and everyone knows it. Tony groaned before pushing himself out of bed and walking down to the lab. He had a suit he had been working on, and hopefully forcing himself to finish it would ease his mind.

Except it didn’t. Tony just sat on the couch, replaying old news clips about all the times he’s “saved the day” or “saved the world”. He guessed he must have been playing the TV too loud, because soft steps pulled him out of his trance. “Tony?”

Y/N stood at the doorway of the lab. Her hair was tied in a messy bun that was now loosely hanging off of her scalp, she was wearing a pair of dark red sweatpants and one of Tony’s old sweatshirts that he had given her at least a year ago. “Hey, what are you doing up?” She padded over to the couch, plopping down on it and resting her head in his lap as he yawned. His fingers instinctively began brushing through her hair.

“Couldn’t sleep, Darren snores.” Tony laughed.

“So do you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t hear it when I’m sleeping,” she smiled softly, closing her eyes. Unbeknownst to Tony, she missed this. She missed this feeling. Especially his fingers running through her hair. When Darren did it, he would do it quickly and pull at any knots she had; it was painful when he did it. But when Tony did it, it was enough to lull her to sleep. Which it was currently doing.

Tony was looking down at her. Her eyes were closed, her hair was brushed from her face, and her cheeks were a rosy pink. She peeked one eye open, “Tony?” He hummed in response, never ceasing the movement of his fingers. “Do you want me to call it off with Darren?”

Yes, yes. Oh God, yes. Please dump that tool and love me instead. “Do you want to call it off with Darren?”

“Well, no, but I can tell there’s something that you don’t like about him. What is it?”

He’s not me. Tony took a deep breath. “I get a bad feeling from him. Is he treating you right?”

“Yeah,” she looked down at her hands on her stomach. “He has some anger issues.”

And that’s when Tony saw it; the big dark purple mark on her left shoulder that wasn’t being concealed that great by Tony’s baggy sweatshirt. He cleared his throat, averting his eyes. “Y/N…” she didn’t answer. He gently lifted her from laying on his lap until she was sitting in his lap and resting against the arm of the couch. “Say the word and he’s gone. I won’t even let him make it past the front gate. He won’t hurt you again. Not on my watch.”

“Tony…”

“Just sleep down here with me tonight, please. If he asks in the morning where you went, tell him Natasha and Bruce broke up and you spent the night eating ice cream with her and binge watching Gossip Girl. I’ll even have her back you up. Stay, please.” Y/N looked to be contemplating her options before she slowly nodded. “FRIDAY, lock the doors, close the blinds, and turn the lights off.”

Tony laid down on the couch, pulling her on top of him and tucking her head into the crook of his neck. She lightly gripped his shirt and her breathing wavered for a split second before he felt her take a deep breath and relax in his arms. This is so not running away from my feelings, he thought to himself.


The next morning, Tony jolted away at a hand on his shoulder. He immediately went to grab the wrist of the person, but relaxed when he saw it was just Bruce. “Have you seen Y/N?” Tony asked, looking around the lab.

“Yeah, she was making strawberry pancakes in the kitchen,” Bruce noted. He paused, then opened his mouth in shock and somewhat disappointment. “Tony, tell me you didn’t hook up with her again last night.”

“Strawberry? She doesn’t even like strawberries.”

“Tony.”

“No, no, we didn’t. She came down here last night when I couldn’t sleep and I saw something. I couldn’t let her get back in bed with that sadistic bastard. I had her sleep down here with me. No sex.”

“Saw something?” Bruce urged Tony to continue, even though he already knew where this was going.

“Yes, something. That something being big, purple, and in the shape of a handprint, Bruce,” Tony had gotten up, and began pacing back and forth in front of the couch. “What am I supposed to do? I mean just go tell her I love her and that I can treat her better? That’s insane.”

“What did you just say?”

“That she had a big, purple bruise in shape of a handprint.” Tony stopped pacing, looking up at Bruce curiously, who in turn was looking at Tony like he had three heads.

“After that. That you…” Tony nearly had to sit down at the realization of what he just said hit him. “…love her?”

“I…love…her.” He sounded out, Bruce nodding along slowly to each word. “I have to go tell her.” He got up to walk from the lab but Bruce grabbed onto his bicep, stopping him from moving.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea when she’s eating breakfast with her boyfriend?”

“I have to try.” Bruce begrudgingly let go of Tony’s arm and watched as Tony nearly sprinted from the lab.


“Y/N, I need your opinion on something for the party tonight, can you come with me?” Y/N looked up from the stove top where she had been flipping the strawberry pancakes that everyone knew she hated. Her boyfriend turned to look at Tony. “She’ll only be a minute.” Tony added, trying his best to sound pleasant.

Y/N began following Tony down the hall until they were standing in the doorway of his bedroom. “What do you need my help for?”

“You need to leave him.”

“What?” Y/N looked incredulously at him. He’s out of his mind, she thought. She knew from the start that she didn’t want to be with anyone other than Tony, but when she found out that he and Pepper had gone out, she gave up on pining for him. He just wanted a distraction from Pepper’s absence. She should have known that their breakup wasn’t permanent. She was just a filler in Tony’s sex life.

He gently pulled the hem of her- his- sweatshirt down, exposing the bruise along her collarbone. “Do you expect me to believe he gave you hickies in the shape of a hand? Y/N, what has he done to you?” Both their heads turned when they heard Darren call for her.

“I have to go, Tony.” She began walking away.

“Wait,” Y/N turned back to him. She felt her eyes light up with hope. Maybe he was going to tell her he loved her and that she should leave Darren and they could go and elope in Paris, she wished. Tony looked like a deer caught in the headlights that she actually turned around. How the hell was he going to tell her? Why did Bruce let him leave the lab? “Um, you don’t like strawberry pancakes.” Y/N let out a sigh.

“He does, and I want him to be happy.” She walked away, and Tony felt his heart breaking all over again.


For the rest of the day, Tony busied himself with preparing for the party. He made calls to the caterers, decorators, and made sure security was almost air tight for this party. He had subconsciously picked the color scheme to be blue and green- Y/N’s two favorite colors.

After he had showered, Tony went to his closet, pushing the doors open, pushing aside all of his different suits one by one until he found the one he was looking for. A dark blue blazer with a brown blazer and white dress shirt. He found the matching blue pants and laid the ensemble down on his king sized bed, staring down on it. “Y/N’s favorite suit.” A voice from behind him said. He turned to look. Steve stood in the doorway of his bedroom, leaving against the wall, a knowing smirk on his face.

“What’s it to you, Cap?” Tony said, popping the ‘p’, hoping Steve wouldn’t catch on to his nervous and very un-Tony Stark behavior.

“Tony, it’s no secret that you and Y/N were friends with benefits. Both of you would come down from your rooms in the morning with hickies all over each other, despite neither of you bringing someone home the night prior. She’d whisper something to you at a party and you’d disappear for hours immediately after,” Steve smiled, a new realization dawning on him. “You like her, don’t you? That’s why you give Daniel dirty looks all the time, why you’re wearing her favorite suit, and why the decorations for this party are suspiciously her favorite colors.”

“Okay, one, his name is Darren. Two, have you not seen her shoulder? It looks like he missed her hand in a violent game of patty-cake,” Steve narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching. “Third, I don’t like her. I believe ‘head over heels in love with her’ is a better term.”

“So why not kick the guy out?”

“Because what if, in some sick and twisted way, he does make Y/N happy? Why would I get in the way of that because of my own selfish feelings?”

“I can almost guarantee that if he’s hitting her, she’s not happy.” With that, Steve turned and left, leaving Tony with his thoughts.

He looked in the mirror as he buttoned up his dress shirt, which was already tucked neatly into his pants. He pulled his tie around his neck and began tying it, remembering all of the times Y/N would do this after they snuck away from his party for a little bit. If only he knew then that he was going to fall this hard for her.

He shrugged his jacket on and slid his sunglasses on before checking his hair once more and spraying his cologne and walking down into the common room, where people had already began piling in for one of Tony Stark’s signature parties.

Sam and Steve welcomed him into the circle of 90% of the Avengers and handed him a glass of tequila. “Thanks, Lord knows I’m going to need it tonight,” That’s when Steve pointed to the stairwell, where Y/N was walking down. She was wearing a long silver evening gown with a dangerously long leg slit. Her black heels accentuated her legs. Her hair was curled to perfection and her makeup was simplistic. “Does anyone else feel like they’re going into cardiac arrest or is that just me?” His teammates laughed and smiled as Y/N approached them closer, Darren at her side. “I’m going to be playing a dangerous game and I need you to play along.”

“You look amazing, Y/N.” Natasha said, Y/N smiled and thanked her.

“Simply stunning. You might just be the most beautiful girl in the tower tonight.” Tony complimented, giving her a hug and making sure his hand splayed widely on the small of her back, just about touching the rise of her butt. Y/N’s back tensed against him but the smell of his cologne made her relax slightly, aside from whatever he was doing.

“Tony, help me get drinks for everyone, yeah?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” They began walking to the bar and once they were out of ear-shot, Y/N stopped him, lightly grabbing his forearm.

“What are you doing?”

“Treating you how you should be treated, unlike him.”

“Darren’s a great guy.” Y/N said confidently, but Tony knew better. He knew she put on a confident front when she was unsure of something.

“Is he, though? Y/N, if he’s hitting you,” Tony started, voice getting lower and turning into a hushed whisper. “You have to leave him. Please.”

“Why, so we can go back to being no-strings-attached fuck buddies?”

“No, dammit.”

“Then why?” Tony bit his lip, cursing himself for causing this situation. He had to tell her.

“Because I love you, and I can treat you better. Frankly, I don’t know how he can live with himself after doing this to you,” he gestured to her shoulder, which was covered the best she could with makeup. “You don’t have to leave him for me. Just leave him.” Both of their heads turned when they heard Darren calling for her.

“Why did you wait until now to tell me?” She asked. It was as if she was almost pleading with him, begging for him to give her permission to leave Darren.

“Because I never explored the possibility that you could end up in someone else’s arms.” She grabbed his hand, looking down to where they connected. It felt like they were made for each other, fitting so perfectly. She squeezed his hand.

“I have to go.” She whispered. Tony nodded, releasing her small hand from his. He didn’t turn around to watch her walk back into Darren’s arms. He couldn’t.


Darren had a death grip on Y/N’s arm as he nearly yanked her away from the party. She tried scanning the crowd to look for her friends, but they were all chatting with each other and not paying much attention. They wouldn’t notice even if she was waving her arms like crazy. Darren shoved her into her bedroom, falling onto the floor before he slammed the door behind them. “What’s going on between you and Stark?”

“Nothing, he just needed my help with something.”

“With what? What he needs to do for you to get on your knees for him? I bet that’s already happened though, huh?” He gripped onto her hair before spinning it around his fist and yanking her up onto her feet, a cry ripping through her throat.

“Let her go.” Y/N nearly cried of relief when she heard Tony’s voice at the door. She opened her eyes to see Sam, Bruce, Bucky, Natasha, Tony, and Steve all blocking the door. Tony stepped first into the room. Darren released his grip on her hair, nearly pushing her back onto the ground. Bruce picked her up off the ground and brought her to the corner of the room, farthest away from Darren. Tears pricked at her eyes and she buried her head towards Bruce’s shoulder. She promised herself that he would never see her cry; nobody would. Crying meant weakness. She didn’t have room for weakness. Natasha and Steve stood behind Tony, one on either side of him.

“Bucky, get Y/N out of here.” Steve ordered. Bruce lightly pushed her over towards Bucky who held his arms out for her.

“No, let her stay,” Tony said. Y/N paused, standing between Bruce and Bucky. Sam stepped in front of her, forming a protective border around her. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” Tony snapped. Darren looked unfazed.

“Are you really going to defend the same girl that you only used for sex?”

“At least the only handprint I left on her was on her ass. You, my friend, crossed a line.” Tony pulled a handgun from his pocket and the air in the room thickened. He rarely threatened someone like this.

“Stark-,” Steve began, trying to ease the situation, much to Tony’s disagreement.

“He hurt my girl.” Tony nearly growled. He clicked the safety off the gun and aimed it straight at Darren.

“We’re not shooting him,” Bucky said. “He’s not getting off that easy.” Tony thought for a moment before pocketing the gun once more. He turned to Y/N, who Bucky had stood in front of when the gun came out.

“Y/N, say the words, and he’s gone. Remember what we talked about?” Tony asked, eyes imploring her to give him the permission he needed to kick this guy out already. Y/N looked at him, and it was as if he could see her strength and courage he knew so well blossom back to life. She stepped out from behind Bucky and Sam and walked up until she was side by side to Tony. Sam couldn’t hide the smirk, more than pleased to see the old Y/N begin to shine through once more. Steve and Natasha still stood protectively by their sides, but she didn’t need it. She looked Darren right in the eye, smiling.

“I want him gone.” Darren’s eyes just about glowed with anger, but before he could lunge at her, Bruce jumped in front of her, putting him in a chokehold.

“You really don’t want to do that. I may not kill you, but piss me off enough, and the other guy will.” Bruce sneered. Y/N stood motionless by Tony’s side, still smiling to herself as everybody walked Darren out of the room. Steve shut the door behind him, leaving the two alone.

As soon as he heard the door close, Tony wrapped Y/N in his arms, hugging as tightly as he could without hurting her. He pulled away, checking her for more injuries as the smile on her face grew. “What happened? Is this a prank? Why are you smiling like that?” He asked frantically. Y/N pressed her palms against Tony’s cheeks before lifting herself up to his height and pressing a long kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, Tony.”

It’s hard to mend something that was never fully broken.

Break-ups were supposed to be violent.
That’s what Akaashi had always thought.
It’s right there in the name.
Things should break.
Doors should be slammed, voices raised, anger and hurt bubbling over. Hearts should be smashed into a million pieces, ripped, stepped on.
That’s how everyone had always described it. But that’s not how it went.

Their hearts had never really broken. What happened instead was that they slowly shrank away from each other, like flowers aiming for a different source of light. Day by day, week by week he’d find himself just a tad more absent, the sharp edge of their closeness just a little more dull.

They’d start arguments over silly things, like dishes left unwashed.
There was hurt, and mending, but a lot of their fights ended unresolved, an endless talking in circles without any conclusion. The cracks painted over, but never fully fixed.

He loved Kuroo. He knew he did.
He adored his quirks, the sly smile, the weird way his hair stuck up, but it was like the lesser parts of him, the ones he’d lovingly glossed over, became magnified over time.
Impossible to bury.
The way he’d wave things off. How he said he’d do something, how he’d fix things, make time, but then never did.
Dates became infrequent and cuddles a habit. The sex, while good, sometimes felt like a tick mark on a calendar.

Mostly, Akaashi steadily became aware that he was not the first thing Kuroo thought about in the morning. He was no longer the last thing on his lover’s mind in the evening.
At the same time, Kuroo had stopped being the reason Akaashi did what he did.
They’d lost track of each other, even if they were sitting on the same couch, watching the same movie.

So when Kuroo got his dream job on the other side of the country, they both decided that he should go, and that was it. A hug, a few tears and a relationship of six years over, nothing more now than the occasional text message or Facebook post.

And that was the thing with ‘soft’ break-ups, Akaashi thought, walking home from an evening out with someone whose features he was already forgetting.
It had hurt, but not enough.
After spending a few weeks on the couch feeling sorry for himself, he was back on his feet. He had hardly even cried.

Maybe that’s why it lingered.
You can’t stitch something back together, unless it was ripped apart.
Instead of a clean cut, Kuroo’s presence was always there, just out of reach.
Instead of rage or pain, there was merely a vague sense of longing.
He was a dull ache, easy enough to push down and ignore during the day, but never gone, dim and burning at three on an Thursday morning when Akaashi couldn’t sleep, or whispering as a voice in the back of his head when he tried to do any more than glue the pieces of his life together.

It had been two years, but Akaashi still painted any new men he met with the same brush, only to find that the picture wasn’t as beautiful as Kuroo’s.

There’s a comfort in our love that makes it so much easier for me to be myself, every part of me I never noticed you made me realize. To you my imperfections are perfection because for our moment in this universe we are perfect for and to each other. It’s not easy being in a relationship especially when you both are broken but that was our glory, people lead us right to each other and through all our past heart break we mending those same wounds we thought had broken us. For me to be the image for our future daughter for you to be the guidance for our future son. Love is love how you define it is up to you, but nothing works that you don’t allow yourself to want to work. As much as we wanna believe in fate we have to realize it starts with ourselves. I wanted to love, I wanted to love you and I wanted to be happy 💖 I loved myself enough to love you 10x harder and now we are getting our first apartment together ✨💭🙌🏾 love prevails, I hope once again you all find love you all feel a love so uplifting it betters you, it leads you and you become the image you once hoped to be… happy. @otakutez & @xmarksvintage photographer Instagram @bloodonmynikon

ghcstgay  asked:

cn u wrote jesse a backstory? he deserves to much more than the screen time he got

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Steve says this, patting Jesse’s back. But they both know it’s not true.

Jesse’s dad had been gone since seventh grade, out of the picture and married to another woman– with kids. That never bothered Jesse or Ali, because they had a gracious mother who always cared, but it bothered their mom a lot. The money from the divorce settlement was enough to pay off the rest of their sprawling Crestwood home. Too bad it wasn’t enough to mend her heart.

Try holding a full time job and raising two teenagers, all while being heartbroken in a house where footsteps echo in the space your husband left behind.

So she left, too. Took her life, on a Wednesday morning in May while Ali was in class at the community college and Jesse was in school. She hooked up a hose to the exhaust on her car, hidden away in the garage, laced the hose through the passenger side window. Suffocated, a box in a cage.

It was around noon when they called Jesse down to the office. He was in English with Steve, his friend since second grade. Steve had gone with him, after cursing at the teacher for suggesting he sit down, able to read the fear on Jesse’s face. He remembered the last time Jesse was called to the office like that. It was when his grandmother passed. Hell if he wasn’t going to be a supportive friend now.

They both knew. As soon as they saw the police officer and the absolutely gone look on Ali’s face. She was thin then, still an indie girl with ambitions to be a nurse, who only smoked on the weekends. One look told Jesse and Steve this would ruin her indefinitely.

Steve wasn’t allowed to go with them. But he vowed to meet up with Jesse later, and he kept his word. He showed up at the house in the early afternoon and sat with them. Ali, Jesse, and a few quiet family members he’d never met.

Jesse’s silence, and the vacancy in his blue eyes, scared him. It was like the kid felt nothing, while Ali was blubbering away. Really, he just couldn’t feel yet. It was too jarring to realize. The pain too big to let in.

But now, sitting on the floor of Steve’s bedroom after the sun has set, Jesse lets the pain in. All of it at once. Guilt, for leaving Ali alone to think about the will and inheritance and lawyers and legal custody of a minor. Empathy, for a woman who survived the unfair choices of a man she loved. Fear about the future, about what being parentless would mean. Anger, at himself for not seeing this coming, not being able to help.

The powerlessness hurts so bad, and Steve knows. He feels it, too, watching his best friend break down. He stays by Jesse’s side all night, and when the kid sobs he can’t handle going home, Steve sets up a sleeping bag on the floor and let’s Jesse take the bed. His parents can’t even protest, glad to see their son doing the right thing for once.

For once? He always does the right thing. No one ever sees it. Except Jesse, who cries for weeks. At school the kids make fun of him, but Steve is always there to tell them to fuck off. How would they feel if they were an orphan? If they lived in the big house where their mother killed herself, alone with their sister who was now too stoned to ever hold a decent conversation? They’d hurt, too.

But of course the people in Crestwood are too plastic to feel anything for others. That’s how they end up with families like Jesse’s, like French’s, like his. And since it’s easier to stuff the pain of reality and ignore it, they do. Until the pain twists them into something unrecognizable.

Jesse doesn’t fight the pain, because with Steve’s friendship, he doesn’t need to. Which is how he stays himself.

I once met a girl, with bright blue eyes. She had a smile that could mend a broken heart and a mind of one far past maturity. When I met this girl, I never thought that I would hold her to any type of importance in my life.
God, was I wrong.
She laughed like a goddess and her hair smelled of summertime. She had talents that I didn’t even possess, and a heart that had seen too much pain. I wanted to fix her. I wanted to fix her, and make her flourish again. I tried, but it seemed that I was never able to give her what she gave to me.
Happiness.
All I wanted was to allow her to personally be able to surpass the boundary of “happy”. I wanted to give her anything and everything I could. I tried.
I did.
I never felt as if I was good enough. I never felt as if I was giving her what she needed or or wanted, and I couldn’t understand why that was. Was it me, or my actions? Could I have done better, or was I doing the best I could?
I guess I’ll never know.
She could have so much better than me. In fact, I believe she does. She deserves someone who loves her unconditionally and always, and although I did that for her, I just don’t think she saw it. Maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
Or maybe I did.
I might not ever love someone the way I loved her. I craved her, I needed her, I fed off of her attention and praise. Maybe it wasn’t healthy, but who’s to say it wasn’t? I wouldn’t take it back, even if I could.
Ever.
I fell in love with an angel, one who breaks my heart all while putting it back together. I never thought something so pure could hurt so much.

something I wrote a long time ago // s.s 10:17 pm

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Jade Emilia Mallory where do I begin…

You came into my life like a storm, a beautiful and crazy storm after that night at the bar that you couldn’t remember. You’ve made these past 8 months of my life amazing, I’ve never seen anyone illuminate a room like you do. You’re like no one I’ve ever met, your laugh is contagious though could never be copied, and your eyes hold oceans, while your mind contains galaxies. Who knew that cute girl with the platinum locks in the leather pants (faux of course) could alter the lackluster life of a 21 year old photojournalist from Ohio, that night at the bar, the I night almost stayed home because my flight had just landed, the night you changed my life. Now I know you hate the commercial bs behind Valentine’s Day but I use today to promise my everlasting love for the girl who’s smile could end wars and mend broken hearts. I love you. 💛 -Spence (previously Forgotten Bar Boy)

Kingdom Hearts lyrical covers - Lizz

roxas

  • “Those are forgotten days”
  • “That is a fading memory”
  • “[ they are / we are ] lost and no longer seeking one another”
  • “Desperately, still, you’re reaching towards [ insert pronoun ]”
  • “You’re hopelessly certain you can mend the broken”
  • “That light is lost in time, so distant”
  • “You’re pleading with fate to be forgiving”
  • “You’re pleading for the shattered hearts to be regathered”
  • “You’re fighting for love”
  • “You fight to have a meaning”
  • “You no longer care how long it may take”

xion

  • “I’m lost”
  • “I’m so lost”
  • “Remember – please remember – who I used to be”
  • “Who am I?”
  • “I’m a puppet in their game”
  • “I’m dreaming of a life I never had”
  • “My reality’s slipped away”
  • “Promise I’m still here”
  • “My identity is lost”
  • “Who was I supposed to be?”

ventus

  • “Sleep soundly”
  • “You no longer have to face the evil in the dark”
  • “Just rest your mind and leave your pain behind”
  • “Remember of a time when the world was so bright”
  • “You fought so bravely, my dear”
  • “You can rest for now, there’s nothing left to fear”
  • “You dreamed unreachable things, but now your reams carry you to a place where they come true”
  • “I’ll hold your hand while you sleep”
  • “Don’t be afraid, I won’t let shadows touch your dreams”
  • “Maybe in time, we’ll leave this all behind”
  • “We’ll look up skyward, and the stars will shine in your eyes”
  • “Promise you’l wake up in time”
  • “When you awaken, I will be there by your side”
  • “There’s a person, [ insert pronoun ] will fix the broken mistakes”
  • “I will save you, whatever it takes”

axel

  • “Our eyes used to shine”
  • “Long ago, I was yours, and your were mine”
  • “I know that I’ll never forget”
  • “Now you’re gone, but the sun still sets in the sky”
  • “At dusk, I will always think of you”
  • “Do you think we could ever turn back time someday?”
  • “You and me, will we ever be the same?”
  • “I reached for you, and you reached for me”
  • “Waking up is the hardest thing to do, because in my dreams, I have you”
  • “The sun still sets in the sky, so at dusk, I will always think of you”
Start Again
  • Start Again
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[Verse 1]
Home time, I’m getting ready for a long night
They say you never miss it ‘til it’s gone
Well you’re gone and I wish I’d done it better
Mostly I miss having you close to me
The only one who really ever knows me
And I’m sorry I promise I’ll do better better

[Chorus]
There’s a hole in the middle of my heart again
Can we start again, can we start again
There’s a hole in the middle and it never mends
It never mends can we start again

[Verse 2]
Some nights, I kid myself I treated you right
Lying to myself, I didn’t know
If I’m honest, I could’ve done it better
You said we had it pretty much perfect
And then you told me that you loved me
But you’re sorry, you needed something better, better

[Chorus]
There’s a hole in the middle of my heart again
Can we start again, can we start again
There’s a hole in the middle and it never mends
It never mends, can we start again

[Bridge]
So I guess I’m gonna let you go
But you get to keep a little bit of my soul
So I guess I’m gonna write you out
But I don’t think I can do it to me right now
Let’s pretend that time heals all

[Chorus 2]
There’s a hole in the middle of my heart again
Can we start again, can we start again
There’s a hole in the middle and it never mends
It never mends
But I’ve gotta try to start again

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I have never believed in time,
but it pulls at my skin
while I learn how to love you
from afar.

Maybe we are meant to sleep apart.

Windows open and sheets off,
sweating in a bed alone. 

Loving you has been
a little too humid lately.

Loving you has felt a little like
shrinking.

If my distance had somehow
mended itself into convenience
maybe then,
my lips would be on yours.
But instead, my heart 
swells into my mouth
and tips over.

These are the days when I wish
to forget the way you fit
into all of my universes.
The days when I wish
to always remember.
Days when I am
selfish enough to wonder
if you look for me

while you feel her
sitting close to you.

—  Alessia Di Cesare, How Did She Get So Close To You?
Imagine #8 Glenn [Requested]

Glenn Rhee had a dilemma; you haunted his dreams, lurked in the shadows of his thoughts, evoked a malicious protector, and altered his perceptions. Maggie’s death had rendered him callous; he vowed to the heavens that he’d never love another. He recited to himself that loving someone would get them killed, it made you vulnerable, it made them weak. He refused to make anyone else weak, to cost them their lives. People could mend broken hearts but there would be no coming back from death. He’d been fighting the feelings for so much time that he’d began to drown in them. He’d made the journey through hell, but he wasn’t positive he was strong enough to make it if he had to mend another broken piece of his soul. He was confident that it’d transform him into someone else entirely; it’d make him the kind of monster that the survivors had fought off countless times to survive. The heartache would make him the type of person that he never wanted to be.

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one headcanon that breaks your heart

Blink was the absolute first person to say “I love you” to Mush. Mush never had any family or anything like that. Even outside of a romantic context, Blink was the first person to really tell Mush that he is cared about, in any capacity.


one headcanon that mends it

Blink knows this, so he says it often, and loudly.

They had battled and bloodied one another, they had kept secrets, broken hearts, lied, betrayed, exiled, they had walked away, said goodbye and sworn it was forever, and somehow, every time, they had mended, they had forgiven, they had survived. Some mistakes could never be fixed - some, but not all. Some people can’t be driven away, no matter how hard you try. Some friendships won’t break.  // henry&&jae - @jaehyunac

Winter warmer

Originally posted by jiminstrash

Christmas collab with @noir0neko - 7 days with BTS
Day 5: Jimin

Warnings: Dirty talk. Video chat sex. Masturbating.

Distance was, is and never will be a problem…


I cross out the 24th box of December. It’s officially one year since I last saw Jimin outside of my phone screen. We exchange texts and phone calls every night, talking about our life on the end of the line until midnight. It has never been easy to maintain our feelings for each other through technology, still we manage to make it works somehow. I always think about how nice it would feel to have Jimin just for one Christmas, to shrink myself in his arms while feeling his breath brushing against my hair. Not once had he made me feel unwanted emotionally. He makes sure that our hearts are connected. Whenever that string is about break in halves, he patiently mends it. But my body also yearns for him, it keeps asking me questions about his touch which I can’t find an answer to.

I met Jimin during one of his oversea tours last year. I was in the concert organizing team, that was probably the only reason he could notice me. We talked and ended up exchanging contacts. At first our conversations were short and quick, full of awkwardness and typical manners. Then he started to become more opened about his worries, his dreams and wishes. Gradually, I opened my heart to let him in as well. Our conversations became more flavorful and comfortable. We gave each other nicknames, told jokes and secrets. From texting, we began calling. From calling, we began video chatting. Jimin always wakes up early to wish me goodnight and I takes picture of the sunrise so he can bring it into his dream. Just like that, the word “love” slips from our mouth so naturally.

.

.

.

“Morning!” I wrap myself around my cobalt blanket. Even the thick pyjamas can’t keep my body temperature heated in the winter weather. Snow is falling on the raven sky, sticking on the leafless branches. Soon it will turn the whole city into its own white wonderland, colorless but undeniably angelic. I blush at Jimin’s messy morning hair. My heart skips a beat at his daydreamed face.

“Hey…” He yawns, stretches his arms to the back of his neck and scratches his marmalade head. I burst out a small giggle. “What are you laughing at?” He pouts. “You’re just too cute.” I respond without looking at the screen. How many times I say that sentence all over again, they never seem to be enough.

Our conversation fills with laughter. Jimin talks about the other members, which is always his main topic. How Namjoon was bullied on a variety show, what new recipe did Seokjin discover, what time did Yoongi came back to the dorm last night, a new joke that Hoseok created, a new anime recommendation from Taehyung or how much lamb skewers Jungkook ate last night; he never misses a detail. He tells stories about his fans and how much they love him. His eyes brighten when he talks about being able to perform on stage, sing his heart out and dance until tiredness sweeps him off his feet. I tells him about my ordinary day, waking up to going to sleep. Compared to his life, mine sounds completely mediocre, still he loves everything about it. He puts his chin on his hand and looks into my eyes so dearly.

“Is it snowing there?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah… I wish you were here.”

“Do you want me to warm you up?” Jimin’s question triggers a strange anticipation inside me. My sixth sense tells me we are about to escalate to another level.

“Take off your shirt.”

I undo the buttons of my pyjamas top and slide it down on my shoulders, revealing my naked torso. My nipples harden under his gaze. I start losing control of my heart. It beats without an order, jumps around from place to place that it shouldn’t be. His stare becomes more intense. I could feel his breath shorten, as if something is suffocating him.

“Close your eyes and touch your breasts, imagine that’s me.”

I close my eyes and start touching my breasts. My hands squeeze them then pinch the small nipples. The area between my thighs feels ticklish. My mouth is half opened, gasping the thin air above my head. I moan his name softly while my imagination works it way to where he is. He records everything in his mind, captures every moment and saves it somewhere only he can access.

“Feel your pussy, tell me how wet it is.”

His alluring voice drag my hand into my panties. I press on my clit as I breathe out heavily. The juice sticks on my fingers and damps the ivory panties cover my core. My cheekbones turns rosy. I lick my dry lips.

“Very wet…”


“I can put two fingers in there easily right?”

He was giving a question but I was taking it as a command. I insert two fingers in myself, pumping it in and out. Jimin bites his lips. The view of me touching myself is too aphrodisiac for him to be distracted. My head throws back so that my face touch the sky. As for me, the feeling of him watching me is more than just ecstasy.

“Say my name.”

“Jimin…”

“Louder.”

“Jimin.”

His name mixes with moans slips from my tongue, so fast it was impossible for me to catch. My body heats up as I feel the lower stomach of my body squirms and shrinks like a crumpled piece of paper. My fingers doesn’t stop teasing my own entrance. I can’t stop, I want Jimin to touch me more, to curl his edgy fingers inside me until I cum while he caresses my breasts with his other hand. I need his warm touch on my cold skin, his lips on any sensitive spots that can tremble my thighs. I yearn for more than just Jimin’s gaze. Suddenly, everything escapes from me, wakes me up from my little world.

“You cummed already? Let me see how dirty you are.”

I slide down my pants and panties and spread my legs so that the webcam shows the middle area of my legs. He examines it with his lustful eyes. They seem satisfied of what they’re looking at. The way it’s staining on my white bed sheet must be how they wanted.

“Good girl. If I were there, I would have lick you clean. Now go wash up and change your panties.”

The sky is still sprinkling snow outside but sweat is dripping on my forehead. My body is a human torch itself. But I can’t deny, this has been our best conversation yet.

The signs as sentences in Starring Role by Marina and the diamons

Aries: “You’re hard to hug, tough to talk to”  

 Taurus: “And I never fall asleep when you’re in my bed, all you give me is a heartbeat”     

Gemini: “ I never sang for love, I never had a heart to mend”                       

Cancer:It almost feels like a joke to play out a part, when you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart”                                                                    

Leo: You know I’d rather walk alone, than play a supporting role If I can’t get the starring role”                                                                                                  

Virgo: “Sometimes I ignore you, so I feel in control”                                            

Libra: “Come on, baby, let’s just get drunk, forget we don’t get on”

Scorpio: “I send my best regards from hell”                                             

Saggitarius: “Because before the start began, always saw the end”     

Capricorn: “You don’t love me, big fucking deal”                                      

Aquarius: “I’ve turned into a statue and it makes me feel depressed”                

Pisces: “Fed up with the fantasies that cover what is wrong”

Electra Heart songs for the Signs

Aries: Homewrecker || Instead of love and trust and laughter
What you get is happy never after
But deep down all you want is love
The pure kind we all dream of

Taurus: Power & Control || We give and take a little more,
‘Cause all my life I’ve been controlled
You can’t have peace without a war

Gemini: The Valley of the Dolls || Got a hole inside of me
Living with identities
That do not belong to me
In my life, I got this far
Now I’m ready for the last hoorah

Cancer: Starring Role || I never sang for love
I never had a heart to mend
Because before the start began
I always saw the end

Leo: Primadonna || Beauty queen on a silver screen
Living life like I’m in a dream
I know I’ve got a big ego
I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though

Virgo: Teen Idle || I wanna stay inside all day
I want the world to go away
I want blood, guts and chocolate cake
I wanna be a real fake

Libra: Bubblegum Bitch || Got a figure like a pinup
Got a figure like a doll
Don’t care if you think I’m dumb
I don’t care at all
Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored
I’m the girl you’d die for

Scorpio: How to be a Heartbreaker || Girls, we do, whatever it will take
Cause girls don’t want, we don’t want our hearts to break
In two, so it’s better to be fake
Can’t risk losing in love again babe

Sagittarius: Sex Yeah || All my life I’ve felt it deep inside of me
All this time was fighting for what I believe
All my life I’ve tried to hide what history has given me

Capricorn: Fear and Loathing || Got different people inside my head
I wonder which one that they like best
I’m done with tryin’ to have it all
And endin’ up with not much at all.

Aquarius: Radioactive || In the night your heart is full
And by the morning empty
But baby I’m the one who left you
You’re not the one who left me

Pisces: The State of Dreaming || I live my life inside a dream
Only waking when I sleep
I would sell my sorry soul
If I could have it all

House Headcanons: My Depictions of the Houses and Their Meanings

Can I just start by saying that everyone literally has the Ilvermorny house mixed up? Here’s what I believe each house is really like:

Pukwudgie: Puks are known to favor healers but it never says what they are healing. A broken heart, a severed friendship, or just a broken nose. They do their best to fix/mend everything. Even if it’s none of their business. You know that couple that had that huge fight last night and came to breakfast all happy and jovial? Yeah, the Puks did that. What about the one Wampus who broke her friends favorite novel because she disagreed with the message? It was found in mint condition the next day; heard it was one of the Puks. Puks will do anything to help someone, even if that means crawling through a blazing fire to retrieve someone. They’re also fiercely passionate about whatever they do. They put their heart and soul into everything. So they really enjoy competion every once in awhile.

Wampus: Wamps are known to favor warrior and represent the body. So, yes they love athletes and people who are ready to jump into a duel any second. But that does not mean they are careless, angry, and intense all of the time. Sure they are known for their temper when someone challenges their patience or opinions. But they love speech and debate too. Fighting for what they believe in. They’re also known to be huge activists and start clubs with the Puks to help fix the world. They’re more than physical strength.

Horned Serpent: Serpents are known to favor scholars and represent the brain. Most of them are amazing academically but also in many other things too. They’re the ones who are comedically smart, strategically smart, you name it! Brains doesn’t necessarily mean that they are only book smart. They are the house with the most diversity. Since it doesn’t only welcome book smart children, the house is filled with several personalities. The most creative students usually end up in this house because it takes on hell of a brain to create that piece of art.

Thunderbirds: Known for favoring adventurers and release ring the soul, Thunders are very troublesome. Like everyone else is saying, most of them just want to break free and climb tree for the hell of it. Or sneak around the castle to explore a bit. But one doesn’t need to leave their house to go adventure. A lot of Thunders enjoy mediating because they find it relaxing after a long day of play. Plus it helps them explore parts of themselves they’ve yet to uncover. Therefore, this house may seem like a child and act like a maniac but they are the wisest house. Since they have a good understanding of themselves and peers, it is easy for them to make the right, morale decision. Yes, they love to go out and see the world but they are also grateful for the time they have to relax in the comfort of their own mind.

Your sorry is valid and acceptable if you really mean it. I’m so sorry too if i can’t forgive you now. Things are really hard to accept. I am so hurt right now that even your sorry can’t mend my broken heart. I wish your sorry can heal me, i wish your sorry can change a lot of things, i wish your sorry can stop the bleeding and your sorry couldn’t put it back together. But it’s getting worse. Right now, sorry is the last word i wanna hear from you. You don’t know how badly you hurt me. You had me at my best but you took me for granted. You never deserved me. One day, i’ll learn to forgive you but as of now let me feel the pain and heal myself until i decided to forget everything.