Most cannot endure a love like hers.
She holds a certain power that most do not possess.
She is the fire that burns as the rain pours, And the rainbow that radiates after the storm has passed.
She is the seed that flourishes in your heart after she is long gone.
The love she plants in you can never be forgotten.
She has fought many battles and has walked away without a scratch,
Never broken but forever evolving.
Her resilience knows no limit,
And her strength has no boundaries.
No one could ever prepare for the beauty inside her chaos.
Roses blossom on the scars in her soul.
She cannot be restrained nor kept caged
She demands to be felt
And in all of her flaws and imperfections she will be felt.
She is every bit of worthy
She is as raw as is it gets.
Seokjin is secretly lacing fingers under the table, he is sweet dreams filled with unbroken wishes, he is starry nights that hold too many adventures to be told. He is small kisses under the pouring rain that are just a little too perfect. He’s nights laced with pillow talk that turn into pillow fights and it couldn’t be better than that.
Yoongi is caffeine dreams and unspoken poems, he is winter nights and windy trees, but that’s your favorite. He is lost romance and affection tracing against skin, he’s crystal snowflakes falling on eyelashes, waiting to be kissed away. He’s piano keys that aren’t just black and white, vibrant colors flowing through his veins as another masterpiece is made. He is love left unsaid and whispers that only he could hear.
Hoseok is deep rosy hues that sunsets wish to achieve, he’s rays of sunshine that end up shining brighter than anything in this world. He’s pure happiness that somehow ends up with lighting bolts tearing through the sky. He’s sun kissed flowers sitting next to cracked open windows during summer mornings, smiles and giggles filling up the room. He’s 10 am silent walks that end up turning into 2 pm naps because 10 am is just too early. Hoseok is pretty lights that do more than illuminate tiny rooms.
Namjoon is falling autumn leaves and cozy winter nights, who says you can’t have both? He’s tiny memories that can fill out a whole stadium, every moment pieced with a special gift. He’s flaws and shaky smiles, lip bites and nervous rambling, the perfect combination. He’s sweet kisses and muffled words laced with sheer beauty and eloquence. He’s words that somehow turn into silk, written so smoothly against the canvas that it’s impossible to get paper cuts. He’s paintings that are mixed with every color, but it still isn’t vibrant enough. He’s private thoughts that you wish you had the privilege of knowing, each one unlocking a new secret. Namjoon is comfort, he’s warmer than hot chocolate on a winter day, he’s sweet smiles and unbroken promises.
Jimin is bubbles and blue, he’s 3 am smiles and pretty thoughts. He’s spring days and drunken nights, he’s home and nostalgia, and you figured you need a bit of both. He’s a “look at the pretty stars” and “I swear I can see the milky way,” even though his smile caused enough brightness to not see anything. Jimin is soft touches and lavender candles, he’s fallen cherry blossoms that you can’t help but admire and fawn over. He’s sleepless conversations and bedroom eyes, he’s flecks of gold and paper hearts, and you don’t know which one is more beautiful.
Taehyung is hot summer hazes and rose tattoos, he is fulfilled goals and full cups of water. He is summer loves that never seem to be temporary, he’s hidden smiles and subtle signs that were only made for the two of you. He’s cold mornings wrapped in warm sheets and hot nights filled with cold kisses. He’s forehead kisses and sweet r&b riffs, he’s vintage photographs that really is worth a thousand words. Taehyung is cloud nine and love songs, he is boxy smiles and a heart of gold.
Jungkook is shy smiles and hidden gestures. He is cold coffee on a sticky summer night and light kisses that seem to feel more hotter than the weather. He is shaky hands and awkward laughs, bright eyes and curiosity laced all into one. He is playing video games until sunrise and sleeping until sunset, which is his favorite trait. He is loving too much and caring too little, he is 4 am adventures to the convenience store. He is blurry daydreaming and falling asleep in class. Jungkook is scrunched noses and head tilts, he’s beauty and too many pretty piercings.
Can I get some soft reddie headcanons? Like them being romantic and cute and lots of kisses
- richie stares at eddie a lot when he’s not looking, and even if stan says its creepy he doesn’t care
- also eddie stares at him too
- they hold hands under the table at lunch
- and in the Aladdin when the losers go every friday for movie night eddie leans his head on richie’s shoulder as rich draws patterns onto the back of eddie’s hand
- they do that thing where if one of them is talking to someone the other will come up and kiss them or just wrap themselves around them and they act like nothing’s happening
- eddie pouts to get what he wants, and richie is a sucker for it
- eddie steals richie’s clothes A LOT so he turns up to school sometimes half asleep and in richie’s oversized black hoodie that’s nearly halfway down his thighs and it gives him sweater paws and richie has heart eyes all day because his boy is so cute
- richie tried to wear one of eddie’s shirts and he looked like he’d put it through the wash too many times
- eddie calls richie baby when he’s tired in the morning and richie leaves to pee or cook him breakfast and he’s just softly calling ‘baby’ until richie comes back
- eddie gives richie hickeys, not the other way round
- their first kiss was after richie ran away from home and he ran to eddie’s house in the pouring rain and eddie ran outside to scold him about hypothermia and getting sick but the second he saw richie’s puffy eyes and his bottom lip quivering he hugged him so hard and kissed him like he adored him and richie still dreams about that kiss years later
- for eddie’s birthday richie made him a playlist of all the songs they listened to together and said he had to listen to it on the way to the quarry, where richie was sat with a cake, blankets, pillows, junk food and his guitar and eddie burst into tears
- richie wrote eddie a song but he hasn’t showed him yet because he’s so embarrassed and it’s really raw and true to his heart
- eddie said ‘i love you’ for the first time when he was drunk on new years and richie nearly cried
- eddie said it again in the morning and richie did actually cry
We were always on the run, to chase after the Sun, the addicting warmth that never seemed to last. We were always looking for the hopeful rays of sunshine, and we only kept memories that were burning in our heads. We never once slowed down just to catch the raindrops, to watch the rain pour.
(A chance meeting with a stranger at a bar helps
you recover from a bad breakup.)
Warnings: 11000+ words of mostly sex stuff. Bad ex boyfriends. People doing inadvisable
things. Listen up kids: in real life you
should be more cautious about who you let take naked pictures of you! Lots and
lots of sex. If you’ve read my stuff
before, you know the drill.
You thought it would be fun to work in sales
after you graduated from university; you would travel around the country,
meeting new people, holding meetings in fancy high rise office buildings in big
cities, wining and dining clients at gourmet restaurants while you closed deals
and made boatloads of money. The reality was that you were selling
industrial wastewater management systems, making a moderate income, while
traveling four days a week to factories and chemical refineries in some of the
least glamorous locations on earth. You didn’t mind the work itself, but
the evenings alone in small town hotel rooms were dull and disheartening, so
you would frequently head out to a local movie theater or neighborhood bar to
distract yourself from the loneliness on the road.
It was pouring down rain outside and you decide
to run to the closest place you could find to grab a drink, rather than risk
driving around and getting lost. That’s how you found yourself sitting
alone at the bar of the Applebee’s restaurant that was adjacent to your hotel,
sipping on something called a Blue Hawaiian, in a town you couldn’t even
remember the name of.
Unruly children sat with their families having
dinner in the nearby booths, while innocuously bland pop songs played overhead.
You took one sip of the cloyingly sweet blue cocktail in front of you and
immediately regretted your decision to come here tonight. Given the lousy week
you had experienced, you would have been better off drinking cheap whiskey at a
dive bar filled with unapologetic alcoholics. Here, the family friendly
atmosphere mixed with the empty promises of a fruity cocktail that was designed
to trick you into thinking you were on a tropical island vacation instead of in
your real life. Your real crappy life.
You had totally blown the sale today. The
clients had a million questions about the technical specifications of the
products you were trying to sell, but you kept tripping over your words and
making yourself sound like an idiot. You blamed your poor work
performance on lack of sleep. And you blamed the lack of sleep on your
boyfriend, David. Actually, he was your ex-boyfriend now. After
more than a year together, you dumped him for cheating on you.
He claimed he was faithful, but you were certain
he was lying. He never picked up his phone when you called him from out
on the road. He would eventually call you back, but his stories about
where he was and what he was doing always sounded a little off. The final
blow came when your friend Stephanie told you she saw him going into a movie
theater with another girl. David claimed Stephanie was mistaken and that
you were just paranoid and jealous for no reason. You wanted to believe
him, but deep down you were sure that Stephanie was right. All the
unresolved questions you had about what David was doing while you were working
could easily be answered if he had been cheating on you. David cried when
you told him it was over, he begged you to reconsider, but you were resolute
and just walked away.
That had been a week ago, and every day since
then, you questioned whether or not you made the right decision. You had
no hard proof that he had been unfaithful. Sure, Stephanie said she saw
him, but she only saw from a distance. Maybe she was mistaken.
Maybe it was just someone who looked like David.