never leave no matter what

the beautiful things the signs do
  • Aries: looks into your eyes and soul
  • Taurus: makes you laugh when you don't even want to smile
  • Gemini: makes you feel so beautiful
  • Cancer: loves you even more at your absolute worst
  • Leo: sticks with you through thick and thin
  • Virgo: worries and cares about more than you know
  • Libra: will buy you coffee and long drives
  • Scorpio: they love to get to know the real you
  • Sagittarius: they never leave you no matter what
  • Capricorn: takes care of everyone
  • Aquarius: has special relationship with everyone around them
  • Pisces: will go to dinner with you and talk about whatever you want and listens

“For I am the LORD, I change not . . ” Malachi 3:6
Isn’t that comforting? With all the changes around us, there is one thing that cannot change – GOD. This includes His great love for us.
God is dependable. He has the power to keep His promises. He doesn’t lie. He doesn’t change. What has God promised you? He has promised to never leave you nor forsake you, no matter what. Hebrews 13:5
So let the changes come. We will not walk in fear, but in faith! We will trust God with all the changes, and know that He is more than able to help us and that He even has plans to bless us.

Now let your spiritual practice be this: As you go about your life, don’t give 100 percent of your attention to the external world and to your mind. Keep some within. Feel the inner body even when engaged in everyday activities, especially when engaged in relationships or when you are relating with nature. Feel the stillness deep inside it. Keep the portal open. It is quite possible to be conscious of the Unmanifested throughout your life. You feel it as a deep sense of peace somewhere in the background, a stillness that never leaves you, no matter what happens out here. You become a bridge between the Unmanifested and the manifested, between God and the world. This is the state of connectedness with the Source that we call enlightenment.
—  Eckhart Tolle

Originally posted by tinysofia

Summary: You faint while on the journey and that causes feelings to surface.

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Word Count: 1,037

Warnings: Its quite shit lmfao. I’m not happy with it.

Requested by: @clairese1980

A/n: I’m absolutely shit at writing romantic scenes because I absolutely have no experience with relationships at all lmfao. So beware the last part is pretty bad.

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The beautiful things the signs do

Aries: Looks into your eyes and soul
Taurus: Makes you laugh when you don’t even want to smile
Gemini: Makes you feel so beautiful
Cancer: Loves you even more at your absolute worst
Leo: Sticks with you through thick and thin
Virgo: Worries and cares about more than you know
Libra: Will buy you coffee and long drives
Scorpio: they love to get to know the real you
Sagittarius: they never leave you no matter what
Capricorn: Takes care of everyone
Aquarius: Has special relationship with everyone around them
Pisces: Will go to dinner with you and talk about whatever you want and Listens

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“like a bunny ear.” Hunter mumbled over a mouth full of goldfish as Betty tied the shoelaces of his tiny black converse.

“Very good bug,now hop on up like a bunny and let’s head to the park ”

He leaped from the bed and into his mothers arms as she pulled him tighter into her chest laughing.

She held his hand as they walked down the streets of Riverdale, he was a little wobbly on his feet and he always stopped to pick the dandelions, growing up in a florists shop he had a very unique appreciation for nature, something absolutely endearing.

After a very interesting conversation with a bumblebee the pair finally arrived at the park, Betty pulled out her baby bag and handed Hunter his fake tool kit, sending him off to play on the soft grass as she pulled out her newest novel. She glanced up, making sure the dark haired toddler was near by before tucking her feet under her body and adjusting the cotton, yellow baby doll dress.

“Still reading Judy Blume huh?”

Betty squinted in the sun, staring suprised at Jughead as he stood nervously before her, his hands stuffed into his leather jacket and a toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth.

“Hunter loves her, he makes me read from one of her books every night.” She pat the seat beside her on the bench and he slowly slid beside her.

“He likes to read?” His eyes were trained on the little boy pretending to hammer a fake nail into the grass, Betty watched Jugheads profile, watched the way his eyes traced every moment his son made, almost memorizing him.

“Well he’s two so he’s not doing much reading, he is however, a fantastic listener. And you should hear him at story time. He babbles and babbles.” Her eyes shone with pride and Jughead smiled.

“He’s smart, figures. What does he do for fun? What about eating? He eats good?” He spoke quickly, his hands moving rapidly.

Betty laughed, placing her hands over his to stop them from moving so spastically.

“Everything he does is fun, look at him, he’s a bundle of energy. And as for eating, he most definitely takes after his father in that aspect, the kid is never full.”

Jughead felt the familiar tug in his heart as he smiled fondly at the little boy before turning his eyes back to Betty
“And you? You’re eating enough?” His eyes bore into hers “I know that when you’re overwhelmed you sometimes.. you forget to eat.”

Betty swallowed, of course he remembered,

“Don’t worry about me.” She threw her hands lazily in the air.

Suddenly she felt familiar fingers wrap around her chin and stormy blue eyes met meadow green.

“Not a day goes by that I don’t worry about you, it doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing. I’ll always worry about you.” His voice was scratchy and thick with emotion.

“I know how that feels.” Betty whispered back, his face inching closer and closer, until their foreheads rested against each other and her eyelashes were brushing his. He inhaled shakily and cupped her cheeks with both of his hands, inhaling the familiar peaches and cream, that was purely Betty.

“Bets..” he whispered, pressing into her forehead

“Juggie” she breathed.

Their lips were moments away from touching before a tiny hand reached up and tugged on the denim of Jugheads jeans. Both the adults looked down at the smiling face of Hunter Jones.

“Hi.” His eyebrow was raised and it was abundantly clear who this child’s father was, Jughead reached down and lifted him onto his lap, smiling when the little boy cuddled into him instantly.

“Hi hunter. It’s nice to see you again.” He looked into the dark green eyes and knew right then and there that he would never let anything happen to his son, he would never leave his family again. No matter what.

“Hi” he repeated, resting his head on Jugheads chest.

“He likes you.” Betty’s soft voice came from his right.

“I love him” jughead cleared his throat, staring adoringly at the toddler who was dozing off on his chest and it all felt too natural.

“He’s just tired, last night was movie night. He doesn’t understand much of the movie but you can bet he stays up through them.” She snorted.

Jughead rubbed Hunters back and looked into Betty’s eyes
“What day is tonight?”

Betty rubbed her hands together and grinned
“Well Mr.Jones, tonight is pizza night. Our very favorite night.”

He smiled at her enthusiasm
“Sounds like fun.”

Betty bit her lip,
“You can come if you’d like. It might be good for Hunter to get to know you, that is if you’re staying.”

Squeezing the little boy with one arm, he reached his other to grip Betty’s hand

“I’m not going anywhere. Never again.”

Staring into each other’s eyes, years of hurt and pain and abandonment seeped through but one thing that was always constant was the love they shared. Sitting together on the park bench they looked like the kind of families you read about in Better Homes and Gardens magazine, what they didn’t know was that a storm was coming.

And he was taking no prisoners.

Of Drunken Shenanigans (Eriel Fluff)

Written for this prompt: ‘How about a Drabble where Elain gets really drunk and she’s super giggly and emotional and Az helps her out?’

There was nothing in the world that Azriel found quite as endearing as a drunk Elain Archeron. Perhaps it was because she differed so much from the rest of the Inner Circle when she was intoxicated. Elain was not a rowdy drunk like Cassian, or a provocative drunk like Mor, or a contemplative drunk like Rhys, or even a mixture of all three like Feyre was.

No, Elain was a happy, giggly drunk. And, by the Cauldron, it was a glorious thing to behold. He loved seeing her be so free, seeing her let go of those perfect manners and show that beautifully big heart of hers to the world. (And he loved the fact that she was even able to do all of that now. There was a time when he’d worried that the burden of her visions would leave no room for her happiness. Oh, he’d had faith she could learn to master the powers she’d been given… but self-mastery and being happy were entirely different things. He’d learnt that the hard way.)

Azriel was also rather certain that the rest of the Inner Circle enjoyed it too, not that they would ever admit it. (In fact, he was fairly certain that Elain could endear herself to even their greatest enemies, but that was another matter completely.) Her drunken shenanigans were never mean-spirited or violent like others’ might be. She mostly just flitted from person to person when drinking, as if she wanted nothing more than to make them all happy. She laughed with Mor, linking their arms together as they both gently teased him. She babbled at Nesta, who watched her with a rare smile. She danced with Feyre in the middle of the packed crowd at Rita’s, both of them drawing no small amount of attention from the other patrons. She tried to arm-wrestle Cassian, wanting to prove how strong she’d become – though this only happened once. (Cassian had laughed a good hour about it after, and still frequently brought it up, if only to see Elain flush in embarrassment.) She embraced Rhys with all the enthusiasm of a sister; something she rarely dared to do sober, still having a hard time seeing him as both High Lord and friend. She even approached Amren, making sure the ancient-being turned Fae was remembering to eat and drink properly; things that she hadn’t had to do until now. 

But most of all, Elain laughed, bright and true. And she almost always did that at his side, arms wrapped tightly around his waist even as she leaned away from him to listen to one of Cassian’s many sordid tales. (Mother above, he hoped she never lost her propensity for drunken tactility… or her propensity for touching him in general.) 

And Azriel watched it all with a smile on his face, unable to even try to stop it from forming on his lips as he watched the other half of his heart interact so easily with the rest of their family. He didn’t deserve the kind of happiness Elain brought him. The kind of happiness that made his heart ache to the point it almost hurt. The kind of happiness that came from a life full of steady, ardent love. He didn’t deserve it, her. After all, how could he?

He was made of shadow and violence and pain. And Elain… Elain was Elain. A seer of incomparable strength. A loyal sister. A steadfast friend. A passionate lover. A new immortal with most generous heart he knew.

So, no, he didn’t deserve the tender light she brought to his life.

But then… then there were moments like this. Moments when she did something, something small but significant, and that surge of pure, utter happiness would hit him and Azriel knew, he knew, that he could never leave what they had behind. No matter how much he sometimes thought he should. (Besides, he reminded himself, it wasn’t his choice who Elain decided to be with – that choice was hers alone. As it should be. Too often had the members of their family lost the right to make choices.) 

And, regardless of it all, he simply couldn’t give up moments like this.

A moment like this… when Elain stared up at him, her eyes hazy with alcohol but still ever so earnest. She’d flung herself at him mere seconds before, her arms tight around his neck so she wouldn’t fall from the tips of her toes. She swayed a bit in his embrace, skin aglow from all the dancing she’d been doing with her sisters and Mor while he’d been off getting drinks. Unsuccessfully, it seemed, since Elain had decided to waylay him halfway to the bar, nearly tackling him in her enthusiasm.

Azriel couldn’t find it in him to rustle up even an ounce of annoyance at this turn of events. Instead he only tightened his hold on Elain, hands soothing over her waist.

“Not that this isn’t a nice surprise, but I was only going to be gone for a few moments,” he commented lightly, that infernal smile that had been pulling at his lips all night only widening in her presence.

“Sorry,” she replied with a giggle, in a voice that was not at all apologetic. “Couldn’t let you go. Had to tell you so something first.”

“And what’s that?”

“I love you,” she said, all seriousness, her eyes shining.

Azriel wouldn’t be able describe the feeling in his chest that those words caused if he tried. He leaned a little closer to her, pressing their foreheads together. “I know,” is all he said, the words both a declaration and awed kind of realization.

Elain’s eyes widened as she shook her head vehemently, seemingly worried he wasn’t quite appreciating the depth of her feelings for him. “No, you don’t understand. I really and truly love you.”

“I know,” he repeated reassuringly, carefully brushing some stray hair out of her eyes (they were a deep, soulful brown, her eyes – he examined them as often as he could). “Do you want to know why?”

She nodded, her gaze growing heavy as she tilted her head further into his hand. “Mmhm.” 

Azriel grinned, his thumb tracing the edge of her lips. “It’s because I love you too.”

Excitement lit Elain’s gaze. She bounced on her toes. “Really and truly?”

He couldn’t help but laugh, almost feeling like he was floating, his heart racing in his chest. (Perhaps he had also overdone it slightly with the drinking, but he honestly didn’t care in this moment. In this beautiful, beautiful moment.) “Really and truly,” he repeated back to her. 

She nuzzled his nose with her own, laughing delightedly along with him. “I knew it.”

“Did you now?”

She nodded again, biting her lip. “Mmhm.” 

Azriel found himself admiring the way stray curls of hair that had escaped her braid now clung to the bare skin of her neck. How he wanted to kiss his way up that soft, soft skin until she shivered underneath him. His eyes rose back to her face, distracted briefly by the lip she still had caught between her teeth – he wanted his teeth there, his mouth on hers… until she made that little noise he couldn’t get enough of, that little half-gasp of pleasure she could never suppress.

He didn’t even realize his arm had tightened around her waist until she hummed, swaying a bit as she adjusted her body against his, her nails scraping against the back of his neck.

“And how did you know?” he finally managed to ask, his voice rough. 

Elain’s happy gaze turned serious – there was something quietly haunted underneath the fog of the alcohol. “I don’t see much good… but I do see that. I always see that.” 

Azriel didn’t bother to ask how and where she saw it; if she saw it in visions or in the look her wore whenever she was around him. It didn’t matter much anyways. All that mattered was that it was the truth. He loved her. And she loved him. Really and truly, he thought with fondness. (Elain became so sweetly talkative when she drank.)

Instead, he finally gave into temptation and proceeded to kiss his way up her neck until he reached her plump, enticing lips. She let out that little half-gasp as their tongues danced together, though it was drowned out by the noise of the crowd filling up Rita’s. But no matter. They always had later tonight. With a final kiss, he pulled away from her lips, only to tuck her head into his neck so he could lean his chin against her hair and simply breathe in her comforting scent.

For now, he was happy just standing here with Elain in his arms, the both of them swaying gently with the music. He should probably move them back the dance floor, rejoin their friends… but this was a perfect, beautiful moment. And he didn’t want to do anything that might ruin it.

Blink Of An Eye

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1062

Author’s Note: I’d recommend listening to Blink of an Eye by Tori Kelly while reading, since this one shot is inspired by that song. Let me know what you think about it~ <3

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Originally posted by jjkook

“Y-Y/N, he is.. I.. I think the time has come, Y/N..“

Hearing those words, you stopped breathing and your grip around your phone tightened. You never believed that you would hear those words coming out of your best friend’s mouth. Not now. Not so soon..

Now was not the right time, he knew that. He promised you. He promised you that he would fight a little bit more. He knew that he wasn’t allowed to go so soon. 

Not if you weren’t there..

With every step you took, you felt like you were being dragged away from your destination by someone. It felt like someone was holding onto your body, preventing you from moving forward while you were trying so hard to reach your destination, reach him.

No matter how much you quickened your pace, the corridor seemed like it was never going to end, your blurry eyes making it even harder for you to see your way to him.

‘Everything is okay, he is going to be okay‘ were the words you were mumbling to yourself as you turned the last corner, which felt like a big obstacle separating you from the love of your life.

The moment you lifted your head up, you were met with six pair of eyes, each of them reflecting sadness and sorrow, some of them even looking hollow, their bodies frozen, helplessly sitting on the ground.

When the realization finally decided to knock on your door, your whole body started shaking, your weak legs giving up on you, making you collapse on the ground as you shook your head from side to side. “N-No.. No, no no, please don’t! No, it can’t be! No!“

Only when someone wrapped their fingers around your hands did you realize that you were harshly tucking on your hair, your sobs echoing through the whole corridor of the hospital. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N.. I am so, so sorry..“

When you heard his voice, you immediately leaned back and looked at your best friend’s bloodshot eyes. “He can’t, Taehyung.. Not now.. He.. He promised me! He said he would fight! He promised me that he wouldn’t leave me alone..“

Leaning his forehead on yours, he stoke your cheeks as he whispered. “He did.. I know he did but not everyone can keep their promise, Y/N-ah..“

Sobbing even harder, you tried to stand up, locking your eyes on the door of his hospital room. With wobbly legs, you took hesitant steps towards the door, your shaky hand reaching out for the door handle. “ Are you.. Are you sure you want to go in?“

Slowly nodding at the question coming form Yoongi, you took a deep breath before you opened the door, stepping in with closed eyes since you were scared to face the heartbreaking reality.

Closing the door, you hesitantly but slowly turned around, your breath hitching in your throat when you opened your teary eyes.

There he was, the love of your life, lying lifelessly in his hospital bed.

Was this the way how a heartbreak was supposed to feel? Feeling it shatter into million pieces, each piece feeling like a stab into the chest, was this the way? Because if so, you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle it, let alone survive the hurting feeling.

You tried to cover your sobs with your hands as you took tiny steps towards his lifeless body, sitting on his bed as you reached out for his now cold hands with your shaky ones.

Without saying anything, you rested your head on top of his chest, biting your lip when you became fully aware that his once rhythmically beating heart wasn’t beating anymore.

“Jungkook-ah.. I’m here, I came..“

Nuzzling your head further into his chest, you whispered as you let your tears roll down your face and on his chest. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to come.. I never thought you would leave so… so soon..“

Chuckling lightly, you asked.“Isn’t it strange? I’m currently resting my head on your lifeless body but for some reason, I still can’t believe that you’re gone.. It feels like you’ll wake up in a few minutes, your sleepy voice filling the room while you’ll wrap your arms around my body..“

Closing your eyes, you continued talking. “What about your promise, Jungkook? You promised me that you’d stay by my side no matter what, that you would never leave me alone.. How could you leave me like this, hm? I don’t even know what your last word was..Everything happened so fast.. How can you leave right when I wasn’t beside you?“

Intertwining your fingers with his, you placed a long kiss on his knuckles. “The world is cruel, Junkook-ah.. You left but the clocks upon the wall keep ticking on and the world keeps spinning on.. You should have taken me with you.. How am I supposed to live without you? What about your Hyungs? Your family? Your fans?“

Lifting your head, you started stoking his soft hair. “You still have so many songs left to sing, so many things to learn and experience, Jungkook.. Its too early for you to leave this world..“

“How could you? How could you leave me in a blink of an eye and expect me to learn saying goodbye to you while heaven already holds you in its arms?..“

You leaned your forehead against his, your lips only a few inches away from his and thought about your conversation you had with him a few months ago. 



“Can you promise me one thing?“


“Y/N, please, only one thing, hm?“


“If something should ever happen to me, don’t cry and don’t be sad, okay? Just move on..“

“Yah! Why are you saying things like that?! Stop it, Jungkook!“

“No, first, promise me..“


“Y/N, please..“

“Okay, then promise me that you’ll never leave me, that we’ll live together forever.“

“I promise..“

“I promise..“

Placing a long, last kiss on his lips, you whispered in between your sobs.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook, but I can’t keep my promise. I’m really sorry.. I love you..“

lose it; j.j.

PROMPT; in which jughead jones can’t help but find himself on the roof of the drive-in’s film room with the southside girl who snorts when she laughs and smokes cigarettes as though they’re her life line.

PAIRING/CHARACTERS; jughead jones x reader, mentions of jason blossom.

WARNINGS; smoking, swearing, mentions of alcoholism, a bit of a pg-13 scene (makeout session that almost lead to more but i didn’t because of fluff)

AUTHOR’S NOTE; i listened to lose it by oh wonder while writing this. it might help you get the feel of it if you listen while reading, but it’s not required, just recommended!

The sky was bleak, cloudless and full of stars. The only light that allowed them to see was of the moon and the distant streetlights from down the road. Usually the screen would be playing a movie projected from the film-shack, but the drive-in was closed and would probably never play another movie again.

Jughead Jones looked over to his right, where Y/N Y/L/N, the daughter of the leader of the Southside Serpents, was sitting with a half-burnt cigarette between her pouty lips and eyes cast towards the ground that was below them.

Here they were, seated on the roof of the film-shack, a comfortable silence between them, the first in a few hours. They had exchanged a few words and views on the few things that were going through Riverdale, ultimately the murder of one of the prized Blossom twins, along with the various bits of drama going on in Riverdale’s only high school.

The girl besides him sighed heavily, a thick puff of white smoke leaving the lips he wondered what tasted like. His dark eyes travelled over to her, where he found that she had laid down with her eyes closed and arms over her head.

“Forsythe, you wouldn’t leave me because of my dad, right?” She asked quietly, her usual confident and loud voice barely a broken whisper. She was high and drunk, her walls falling down mercilessly that caused her to spill out her woes to the boy she’d always had interest in.

But Jughead would keep them secret, and she knew that. She could trust him.

It was hard to trust anyone anymore.

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I found god at 2am outside the local gas station he looked a lot like you. He told me “an angel like you shouldn’t be out here alone” and I replied “so take me home” and I swear there’s no way he’ll be allowed back into heaven after that night. He told me that being good gets boring so I showed him how fun hell can be. He swore to me that he would protect me as the flames grew higher around us until they engulfed anything we hadn’t already burned down ourselves, and I swore to him that I’d never leave him no matter what the verdict of his crimes turned out to be. I swore I thought I knew what love felt like but I tasted it for the first time dripping off his tongue. And I swore I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like, but I’ve tasted it in the back of my throat ever since he left.
—  Even god will break your heart.

Title: Benefits


Author’s Note: I had 2 requests for Crosby smut, so I combined the two. Proceed with caution. Check out my masterlist for my other non-smutty stories if that’s more your speed. Let me know what ya think!

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There was one rule for all friends with benefits relationships: don’t get attached. You had tried so hard not to fall for Sidney, but you had. Your attraction for him had come in stages; first it was his smile and those deep brown eyes, then his body and how he was able to take care of you; then the boy had started talking and the connection between you had gotten deeper than just physical appearances. Well, at least it had on your end. For self-preservation, you had ended it 4 weeks ago. You didn’t know what nonsense would come falling out of your mouth if you had tried to break it off in person, so you had ended it via text.

(Y/N): Sid, I can’t do the friends with benefits thing anymore. It was great, but I have other things I need to focus on right now.

Sidney: Oh, okay. I’ll see you around?

(Y/N): Yeah, maybe.

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mcenziehughes said: Will you please do a what dating Jasper Hale would be like? Please I’m sorry for bothering you.

A/N: Yes of course I’ll do this imagine for you, love. You’re not bothering me no matter what. Request as many imagines as you would like, you don’t bother me. That goes to anyone who ever requests or would like to speak to me, just ask anything, any request, message me anything and I won’t judge you or treat you without respect. I love basically everybody and I want you to know that you’re no bother whatsoever! Please enjoy the imagine!

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Dating Jasper Hale would include:

- Him always knowing what you’re feeling.

- Jasper always calming you down with his gift when you’re upset, angry, ect.

- Jasper loving you unconditionally and very passionately.

- Jasper always giving you that smile of his that let’s you know he’s absolutely invested in you.

- Being an adventurous couple in more than one way, if you get what I mean.

- Jasper always holding your hand because you soothe him.

- Slow long and loving kisses that lead to more.

- Both of you listening to country and folk music.

- Jasper telling you stories about the battles he has been in.

- You being totally lost in Jasper’s story telling.

- Jasper smiling at you because you get so lost in his words.

- “It’s only a story, (Y/N).

- “Yeah, but you lived that stuff. I’ve only lived in this modern era and it’s not exactly the most proudest era to live in other than the scientific and medical and technological advances we’ve made.

- “That’s a fair point, (Y/N), but your immortal life has almost begun and I’ll be lost in your stories.

- “You really think so, Jasper?

- “Absolutely.

- “I love you, (Y/N).

- “I love you too, Jasper.

- The two of you never leaving each other’s sides.

- Facing everything together.

- Supporting each other no matter what.

- Jasper getting awfully playful with you.

- You continually challenging him, - especially when you’re training for battles-.

- “Are you challenging me, (Y/N)?

- “Probably.

- “Well I hope you’ve been listening, because I’m not that fair.

- “Oh I know!

- Jasper showing off the impress you.

- “Are you showing off again?

- “Possibly.

- “Stop showing off!

- “I don’t know what you mean.

- Being a playful yet loving couple.

- Jasper being scared of how angry you get so whenever he senses that you’re angry, he automatically uses his gift on you.

- “Stop using that on me!

- “It’s for your own good and my good.

- “Why your good?

- “Because you’re scary as hell when you’re mad.

- Falling in love with Jasper’s Southern twang and drawl in his voice.

- “Are you listening to me, (Y/N)?”

- “Uh what?

- “Lost in my voice and good looks again?

- “Don’t flatter yourself, Hale.

- “So am I right or am I wrong?

- “Right.

- “I thought so.

- Jasper’s sexy smirks.

- Jasper being incredibly protective over you.

- Jasper getting jealous when other men flirt with you.

- “Are you jealous, Jasper.

- “Possibly.

- You being incredibly protective over Jasper.

- You getting jealous whenever other women flirt with Jasper.

- “You’re jealous aren’t you?

- “No!

- “It’s bad enough that you lie about it to other people, but to me? Come on, I already knew the answer before you walked over here.

- “Shut up…”

- Jaspers arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

- “I love you so much.” he whispers in your ear.

- “I love you too.” you smile back.

- You always asking Jasper what he feels because you’re curious when you can’t read him.

- “Totally and utterly in love.

- “I’m the happiest immortal man on this earth.

- “I’m feeling very grateful.

- Jasper always flattering you with nice things and compliments.

- Jasper taking you to museums to help you get a better understanding of when he was a human being.

- Loving your immortal life because you have Jasper to be with forever.

- Learning Jasper’s real age.

- Jasper always trying to find out things about you.

- “So what was life like for you when you were growing up, (Y/N)?

- “Nothing interesting, I guess.

- “I doubt that. You’re lying. I can feel the discomfort in your system.

- “Why are you wondering?

- “Because I would like to know.

- “Curious are we?

- “Possibly?

- “Curiosity killed the cat, Jasper. Don’t be that cat.

- “Why not?

- “My past wasn’t a nice one, let’s put it like that.

- Jasper holding you tightly to him and playing with your hair or rubbing your back.

- You feeling warm to Jasper and vice verse because you’re both vampires.

- “There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for you, (Y/N).

- “Awe, the same goes to you, Jasper.

- “Good.

- Getting lost in his golden ochre eyes.

- Jasper getting lost in your burgundy eyes and loving how they turn more golden as time passes by that you diet more on animal blood.

- Supporting each other and helping each other with feeding on animal blood.

- Being the most supportive and loving couple on earth.

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Quotes for the Signs: Part One
  • Aries: Respect yourself enough to know you deserve the very best.
  • Taurus: If you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.
  • Gemini: It's okay to have a soft side.
  • Cancer: Love yourself so much that when someone treats you wrong, you recognize it.
  • Leo: Do not chase people. Be you and do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you, and stay.
  • Virgo: Slipping backwards? You may be backing up to get a running start. Don't give up.
  • Libra: Sometimes you need to take a break from everyone and spend time alone, to experience, appreciate and love yourself.
  • Scorpio: Keep your heels, head and standards high.
  • Sagittarius: Life isn't perfect but your outfit can be.
  • Capricorn: When you start to wonder whether you can trust someone or not, that is when you already know you don't.
  • Aquarius: Be there for others, but never leave yourself behind.
  • Pisces: When someone isn't treating you right, no matter what how much you love them. you've got to love yourself more and walk away.
  • Note:
  • Quotes aren't mine.