someday someone will walk into your life

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone. What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrased, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest. So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying ‘I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’ There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it.
I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now.

Love,
Taylor

After Ann Coulter referred to President Obama as a “retard” in a tweet during Monday night’s presidential debate, Special Olympics athlete and global messenger John Franklin Stephens penned her this open letter:

Dear Ann Coulter, Come on Ms. Coulter, you aren’t dumb and you aren’t shallow. So why are you continually using a word like the R-word as an insult? I’m a 30 year old man with Down syndrome who has struggled with the public’s perception that an intellectual disability means that I am dumb and shallow. I am not either of those things, but I do process information more slowly than the rest of you. In fact it has taken me all day to figure out how to respond to your use of the R-word last night. I thought first of asking whether you meant to describe the President as someone who was bullied as a child by people like you, but rose above it to find a way to succeed in life as many of my fellow Special Olympians have. Then I wondered if you meant to describe him as someone who has to struggle to be thoughtful about everything he says, as everyone else races from one snarkey sound bite to the next. Finally, I wondered if you meant to degrade him as someone who is likely to receive bad health care, live in low grade housing with very little income and still manages to see life as a wonderful gift. Because, Ms. Coulter, that is who we are – and much, much more. After I saw your tweet, I realized you just wanted to belittle the President by linking him to people like me. You assumed that people would understand and accept that being linked to someone like me is an insult and you assumed you could get away with it and still appear on TV. I have to wonder if you considered other hateful words but recoiled from the backlash. Well, Ms. Coulter, you, and society, need to learn that being compared to people like me should be considered a badge of honor. No one overcomes more than we do and still loves life so much. Come join us someday at Special Olympics. See if you can walk away with your heart unchanged.

A friend you haven’t made yet,

John Franklin Stephens

Global Messenger Special Olympics Virginia

Tom Hiddleston as a stepdad...

Originally posted by letlovebyourenergy

A/N: Had this idea for a character at first, but then I thought about what I always ask myself when I have to make hard decisions: “what would Tom Hiddleston do?”. And now here I am.

Writer: Jess

  • Tom getting a little bit scared when you tell him you have a little boy
  • You know, purely because he doesn’t know how is gonna be to date someone who has a kid
  • Him asking if you’re okay with waiting until he’s ready to meet your son
  • And you actually thinking that it’s gonna take a long time for him to adapt to the idea of being a stepdad
  • But no, he’s a nice guy and he kind of realize that he really does like you and that a kid shouldn’t make him that nervous
  • So he tells you he wants to meet your son - once you two are already on a certain kind of serious relationship
  • Tom knows that kids needs stability, so that was one of his concerns, you know? His relationship with you not working out and him walking out of your life after a short period of time, leaving your son confused
  • Alright, so you finally tells your 4 years old son that he’s finally gonna meet your boyfriend
  • Tom and him gets along pretty well - which is actually a big surprise for you
  • Them bonding over comic books
  • Tom reading them to your son
  • “You know, I can ask Thor to come meet you someday if you want to”
  • Tom taking you two out to watch plays
  • Him reciting Shakespeare to your son before sleeping
  • After a long time, Tom not caring at all if someone (aka paparazzi) sees him walking around with you and your son
  • Your son calling him dad once
  • “Look dad, ice cream!” while he’s running at a park
  • Tom finally asking you what happened to his father, and you telling him the whole story
  • Having to wake up Tom so he can go to bed when he falls asleep on the couch with your son, while watching cartoons
  • Tom teaching him to like and drink tea
  • You being constantly afraid of breaking up with Tom someday, because you know, your son is really attached to him now
  • Tom being okay with your son sleeping between you and him when he’s scared of something
  • And actually smiling at the sight of him curling up next to you and you hugging him
  • Tom hugging you two
  • Giving him ice cream sometimes, even though he knows you forbade your son because he was getting a cold
  • Both him and your son getting a cold and you taking care of them
  • Tom waking up in the middle of the night to check on him and cover him with his blanket
  • You doing the same with Tom
  • Tom taking you and your son to the set of his next movie
  • Your son calling him dad all the time now
  • You telling your son not to do that
  • Until Tom says “it’s okay, I don’t mind”
  • Tom accepting and loving your son as his own
Heathens // Draco Malfoy

Heathens

Draco Malfoy X Female Reader (also Slytherin, sorry I couldn’t do something more house neutral)

Summary: The request I got was rather long and detailed, but it’s basically being betrothed to Draco Malfoy as well as carrying the next Malfoy heir is already a lot of pressure, You Know Who only makes it better. Requested by @hunger-thoughts

Warning(s): implied smut, death, pregnancy ‘problems’

A/N: More writing from me! Sorry, this might be long, I extended the Hogwarts school year (only by one week) and I was also too scared to write smut because I’m still decently new to writing, but, I hope you enjoy this! P.S - This writing piece might be a little sad, so, before you read, here’s a joke for you: Where do wizards eat cheese at Hogwarts? THE GRATE HALL! Hahahahahaha… I’m so lonely :’)

Originally posted by daisiesanddraco

Reader’s POV

August 16, 1996

The only thing worse than being a Death Eater yourself, is your kid being one.

My dark mark had appeared a few days ago, and my parents told me we’re to go to Malfoy Manor and speak to Lucius, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy about a “private manner”.

When we arrived, Narcissa kindly greeted us first, Lucius greeted us coldly, and Draco seemed rather low and depressed. I would be, too, if I were a member of one of the most powerful wizard families to ever exist. Under so much pressure.

We sat down at their long dining room table with plates in front of us, containing various foods I couldn’t pronounce. We sat in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes.

Lucius cleared his voice, Draco (Y/N), I think we should let you in on why our families have been communicating for that past three months.“

I stopped chewing and began to listen.

Lucius continued, "We have decided that, to keep with our pure-blooded family, it would be best for you two to marry.”

I assumed he wasn’t finished talking, but, Draco had interjected, “But, father-”

“And you are expected to carry the next Malfoy heir, in case something is to happen to Draco.” Lucius finished.

The rest of dinner was filled with thick and uncomfortable silence. No one had anything to say, except for Draco. He looked like he had so much to say, but, stayed silent. Draco excused himself and went to his room for the rest of the night, and my parents forced conversation upon me, telling Lucius and Narcissa about my grades, until we left.

-

When we arrived home, I slammed my bedroom door shut and looked at myself in the mirror. I became everything I was afraid of being.

A knock came to my door, and my mother entered. I thought she came in to talk to me and listen to my feelings on the situation.

“I know you’re unhappy.” She said, sitting down on the reading chair near my bed.

I avoided eye contact with her, and kept my gaze on myself in the mirror, “Unhappy doesn’t begin to describe how I feel.”

“Then describe it.”

I turned around, “I’m angry! You know how I disagree with arranged marriages! You didn’t even bother mentioning it to me before setting it in stone with the Malfoy’s.”

“I thought your opinion on betrothals was temporary. I thought you would’ve changed your mind!” Mom said.

“When I asked you and dad if I had to get married someday, I was relieved when you told me no, because I knew from a young age that I didn’t want to fight with someone for the rest of my life with one person!” I raised my voice.

Mom stood up and walked over to me, “Well, get used to it! This is your life now!” I stayed silent as she walked closer to me, “Everything I did was to protect you.”

She was a few inches away from my face and I said through clenched teeth, “I don’t believe you.” I cut her off just as she opened her mouth to respond, “Now, get the hell out of my room.”

September 1, 1996

I sat beside Draco at the Slytherin table on the first day back at Hogwarts. I kept flashing him apologetic looks, but, he didn’t seem at all interested in anything at all and appeared on edge. I understand him not wanting to acknowledge me, I still feel awkward around him. Someone I’ve known and connected with on a friendship level, I’m now expected to marry and have children with.

September 20, 1996

After a few weeks at school, I pulled Draco to the side of an empty hallway, near Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.

“What do you want?” He snapped.

“Are you okay? You look really tense.”

“Do I?” He said sarcastically.

“You just look stressed is all.”

“Of course I’m stressed out!” He grabbed onto his cloak’s sleeve, “You’d be stressed out, too, if you had this!” He yanked up his sleeve, revealing the dark mark.

“You think I’m not stressed?” I slowly pulled up my sleeve, showing him my dark mark.

He stared at it for a few seconds before saying, “You have it, too?”

“Both of my parents are Death Eaters, what did you expect? A tattoo of Madam Hooch?” I snapped.

He didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry for getting angry.” He whispered after a few seconds.

“It’s okay. I understand. We are supposed to get married as well. And have a child. And-”

He cut me off, “No offense, but, you’re not really making the stress any better.”

I reached into my schoolbag and pulled out my flask. It was a gift from my mother for my sixteenth birthday. It was silver with my initials in green engraved on the bottom of it. I unscrewed the top and took a sip of the fire whiskey inside it. I offered it to Draco, and he took it from me.

He took a long sip and uttered, “Thank you.”

-

By the end of the night, we were both seemingly tipsy, the strong fire whiskey coming through with us both being lightweights.

Draco and I had spent the past two hours sharing stories of our families, how we grew up, what we think about classes and other students, favourite books, everything.

I began to stand up, “It’s eleven; we should be heading to bed now.”

Draco began to stand, but, stopped while he was on one knee.

“Before I get up, I’m only going to ask you this once, and you have to say yes.”

“What would that be, Draco?” I answered sarcastically.

“Will you marry me?”

I pretended to think for a second, before saying, “Really? No speech? Not even a tear?”

“What?”

“I thought when I get proposed to, there’d be a speech about how funny and smart and attractive you think I am.” I teased.

Draco laughed, starting over, “(Y/N), you are the funniest, smartest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Will you marry me?”

I pretended to think more, “Hmm, I still don’t know-”

Draco joked, “Will you marry me already?”

I laughed as Draco stood up, “Yes.”

We walked back to the common room back together, and before we separated to go to our dorms, he kissed me goodnight. I fell asleep that night, peacefully for the first time in weeks.

January 14, 1997

After all classes, Draco and I began walking towards the Great Hall for dinner, but, I turned left into a different corridor, leading Draco with me.

Once we were alone Draco said, “Love, what’s the matter? You look knackered.”

I said sarcastically, “Thanks a lot.”

“Sorry. What’s the matter?”

I looked down, “I got a letter from my parents.”

“And?”

I didn’t say anything, I took it out of my pocket, unfolded it and handed it to Draco.

He read it over and over again and finally said, “Your parents want us to…”

I finished his sentence, “Start? Yeah. Soon.”

“Are you sure  you’re ready to… try?”

“We don’t have much of a choice, do we?” I said.

“I know, but, I don’t want to do this if you don’t.”

“Well, I don’t want to start tonight, but… very soon.” I looked at my feet.

Draco lifted up my chin in his hand, “Saturday there’s a choir show. Everyone will be gone for the evening.” I didn’t say anything. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “I’ll make it nice and romantic for us.”

February 27, 1997

Why haven’t I been sick yet?

Where are the cravings?

Why is my period still occuring?

This isn’t what’s supposed to be happening. I’m supposed to be excited and looking down at my stomach every five minutes to see if I’ve grown at all and being conscious of things around me and visiting the hospital wing more often.

I sat down on the side of my bed and crossed my legs. I started to cry into my hands.

Will I ever be able to do this?

Will I let my parents and Draco down?

Is something wrong with me?

March 30, 1997

I walked down the hallway holding Draco’s hand, and pulled him into a deserted corridor. The same one where he read my parent’s letter. I wanted to start pacing around in panic, but, instead I leaned my side against the wall and began silently crying.

Draco stood in front of me, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

I let out a quiet sob, “Nothing’s happened yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t even felt nauseous at all yet.” I wiped my eyes.

He wrapped his arms around me, “We’ve been trying for two months, not two years. These things take time.”

I took a breath and wiped my face, “Sorry. I’m going mad.”

He whispered, “Yeah, you are.”

I laughed and said, “You’re supposed to say that I’m not, you twit.”

“But you are mad.” I rolled my eyes at him and began walking away. He caught up with me and said, “That doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re still lovely.” He kissed me while I smiled.

April 13, 1997

Why am I so sick?

Why am I so hungry all the time?

Where is my period?

-

“Are you really?” Draco stood up from the couch in the common room. I nodded my head and he wrapped his arms around me tightly.

June 2, 1997

I stood next to Draco, making a potion to change your eye colour temporarily, and watched Draco stirring in dragon blood, when I notice a missing ingredient.

“Draco, you forgot the asphodel.” I said.

“Did I?”

I began walking from the table, “I’ll go grab some.”

He took my hand and said, “No, I will.” I looked at him confused and he looked down at my stomach, “I’ll do it.”

“Draco, relax, I’m not even two months in yet.”

“But-”

“Draco, seriously. I got this.” I said sternly and walked away.

June 23, 1997 (Third Person POV)

Professor Snape strutted down the hallway, but, stopped when he reached the corner of a usually deserted hallway. He overheard Malfoy’s voice, in a more of a whisper, as if he were afraid of being caught for something.

Malfoy whispered, “So, what do you think it is?”

Another voice he recognized as (Y/L/N)’s voice whispered back, “Well, your mother wrote me saying that if I crave a lot of red meat, it’s a sign of having a boy, and I’ve been having very vegetarian cravings, so, I think it’s a girl.”

Malfoy responded, “Well, then I bet it’s a boy.”

(Y/L/N) quietly laughed, “You’re on. What does the winner get?”

Malfoy said, “The winner gets to name the baby.”

“Alright. Deal.”

“Shall we kiss on it?”

Snape heard what he assumed was the sound of two people sharing a kiss, but, overheard Malfoy whisper, “I love you.” before he walked off in the opposite direction.

-

Later that day, in the Great Hall, (Y/N) and Draco engaged in their own conversation. Draco seemed to be dazed and distracted by something, not in the room, but, in his head.

(Y/N) said, “So, when we have our girl, I’m calling her (Insert Girl’s Name That You Like Here). That okay?”

Draco nodded, “Yeah, sure. That’s fine.”

She added, “I also thought, when she’s born, you can choose her middle name. And if vise versa, I choose our son’s middle name.”

“Alright.”

“So, what would you name  our son?”

“Scorpius. What about his middle name?” He answered quickly.

“Thomas. My father’s name. What would you choose for a middle name?”

“Narcissa.”

“After your mother? Lovely.”

Draco snapped, “What? You just said our son would be named after you father! What’s the difference here?”

“Relax, I didn’t mean that in a bad way, I love your mother.”

Draco sighed and stormed out of the room.

(Y/N) followed him into the  deserted hallway and yelled, “Draco, what’s the matter with you?”

Draco turned around and angrily snapped, “Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Would you drop it?”

She stepped back, startled. She approached him, slower and quieter, “Draco?” He stayed where he was and leaned against the wall, “What’s wrong?”

He started to cry, wrapping his arms around (Y/N), tighter than ever.

“I have to kill Dumbledore.” He quietly sobbed.

She whispered, “What? Draco, no. You don’t.”

“Yes I do. He told me to.”

She pulled away from him, “Who?”

He sobbed louder than before, “You-Know-Who!” He took a breath and said quieter, “The Dark Lord said that if… I don’t kill him… he’s gonna kill you… and…” He put his hand on (Y/N)’s stomach.

“But, what about us?”

“He said I’ll be betrothed to Astoria instead.”

June 30, 1997

“Draco, you are no assassin.” Dumbledore said, his robes blowing around with the breeze in the Astronomy Tower.

Draco stood still, his wand shaking, “How do you know what I am? I’ve done things that would shock you!”

-

“Draco, years ago I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help you.” Dumbledore remained calm.

Tears fogged up Draco’s vision, “I don’t want your help! Don’t you understand? I have to do this; I have to kill you… or he’s gonna kill me…” He lied, though, it’s what he’d rather have happen than having (Y/N) and his unborn child die.

The other Death Eater’s arrived at the top of the steps as Draco prepared himself to inflict the killing curse.

Bellatrix strolled over to her nephew, “Look what we have here.” She whispered in his ear, “Well done, Draco.”

-

“Severus… please.” Dumbledore said.

Avada Kedavra.” Snape inflicted the cure.

Dumbledore toppled out of the window and fell for what seemed like forever, until he hit the cold ground.

July 6, 1997 (Reader’s POV)

I shot up out of my bed, breathing heavily. This is the sixth nightmare I’ve had since Dumbledore’s assassination. I stood up and put on my shoes, and decided to walk around the school and clear my head.

I walked towards the entrance of the Room of Requirement. The door appeared and I stepped inside. The first thing I saw was the Vanishing Cabinet. It wasn’t gone yet. They were supposed to get rid of it before the last day of school tomorrow. I grazed my hand over the large bureau and touched the handle. I pulled it open to look at its empty contents.

But, it was not empty.

Bellatrix LeStrange stomped out and circled me.

I stuttered, “H-How did you know know I was in here?”

She giggled disgustingly, “Someone’s been keeping a little eye on you tonight.” She looked behind my head. I slowly turned around, not knowing who could be there.

Did Draco betray me?

Did Pansy have it out for me that bad?

Did Astoria really want Draco?

It was Snape.

“What is this? Why’s this happening? Draco killed Dumbledore.” I couldn’t move.

Snape uttered, “Draco didn’t kill him. I did.” Before I could speak again, Snape cut me off, “And The Dark Lord said if Draco doesn’t fulfill his task, then kill his lover and unborn child.”

Tears blurred my vision, “How did you know I’m-”

“Your robes hid your secret rather well, I overheard you talking about it. Should’ve learned to keep your mouth shut, (Y/L/N).” Snape said.

I sobbed, “No, please don’t-”

Avada Kedavra!”

Chanson Du Coeur: Part One

Jefferson x Reader

Summary:

You had lived a normal life. Growing up within the walls of perfected marble and luxurious living. Except like any other girl who was confined within walls as such, you had longed for something more than the fancy things. By chance on your 21st birthday, you stumble upon a hat - a hat made from the finest material it peaked your curiosity. Little did you know a hat as such could change your life, even your destiny. 

Word Count: 3,266

Notes: Fluff, Angst. Sassy, Sassy Jefferson.

ah….like coming home. Love love.. love.. writing him. Get ready. This is gonna be good!!!!! 

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Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone. What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrassed, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest. So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying ‘I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’ There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it. I don’t think you should wait. I think you should SPEAK NOW.

I would like to inform my followers that this blog supports the LGBT+ individuals and community. Always has, always will. As a bisexual person, I know. I know that it gets hard. It gets so hard. But don’t kill yourself Tonight. I found someone special tonight and I found myself in her eyes. Hell, she saves me. Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you live again. Believe me it will happen and I’m sure. The world does not lack true and caring people. Some of them really DO care. SOMEONE out there is MADE for you. I know I will lose a lot of followers, and that makes me so sad. Sad because so many of you think that the LGBT individuals should not be treated equally. I don’t care about how many followers I have. In fact , please unfollow me IMMEDIATELY if you don’t support the LGBT community and individuals. But I won’t tolerate a word against my Followers.

Originally posted by sadlildarling

Soulmate AU!Seventeen -- Jeonghan + First Word Tattoo pt. 1

 AU where the first words you hear your soulmate say are tattooed on your forearm -

A/N: So I’m really excited to post this! I wrote both parts already, so expect part two to be up on Friday!  I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think and who you want to see next. This is 1.5k+ words, but the next part is longer!

Quick note, pronouns for the reader aren’t used, but you have a best friend that’s a girl. Also, [F/N] means “friend name” and [Y/N] means “your name”.


“턱 끝까지 차 올랐던 그 말을 내일 꼭 하겠어”

Those are the words written on your forearm. They’ve been there since you were born - a constant part of you that you could never understand.

The words looks beautiful and you wished you could understand them, but you’re 13 and haven’t gotten around to even figuring out what language they were in. You always felt self-conscious about them, since your friends often compared quotes and dreamed of how they’d meet their soulmates. One of your friends even lucked out and had their soulmate’s full name in their quote!

But you weren’t so lucky. Instead, you had to fend off questions about your soulmate. There were always pitying looks and “I’m sorry”s.

You weren’t sorry. Your soulmate was yours and would love you someday. They were your other half. You weren’t going to let a language barrier get between that.

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Music Series: Happier by Ed Sheeran

I feel like each story is taking a lifetime to write tonight. My concentration is mucky but I’ve worked diligently and I hope my effort shows. 

Thank you, Anon, for the request and I hope you like the story and happy ending! And I appreciate each of you who read and promote my writing through your likes and reblogs, and requests and follows. You are all the flowers and sprinkles on my cupcake!

This is “Happier” by Ed Sheeran, per request, which you can find on my Spotify playlist called, Gloomy Poops, HERE

xo

Shelli

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Walking down 29th and park

I saw you in another’s arms

Only a month we’ve been apart

You look happier

Harry was miserable without you. The conversation when you broke up with him still haunted him.

Harry…you know I love you. That’s not what this is about.’ you said to him, holding his hand.

Please, tell me then. I love you! I don’t want to be without you!’ he begged, feeling like he was about to fall apart.

You looked around the large room at the craziness of his tour life exploding around you…people running around, things still not ready, and a rehearsal long overdue…organized chaos.

I can’t compete with this, Harry,’ you said calmly with an understanding smile. You were sad, but you didn’t want Harry to feel bad about his career becoming such a greater priority than your relationship that he needed to choose. You would never do that to him…so you chose for him. ‘I love you, but…this is your life right now, and it’s an amazing life! But, there’s no room for me in it.

I don’t understand!’ he cried. ‘You are what makes my life so amazing! Please don’t do this.

I need to feel…part…of a relationship. And for a year, I waited at home faithfully, happily, while you did all the preparatory things for your album and tour and everything involved, and I have chased you around the world, hoping for a little time with the man that I love. But all I get is the back of your head as I watch from backstage, your sleeping body next to me in a small jet seat, and if I’m lucky 5 or 10 minutes of conversation a day with only a handful of interruptions.

Babe, I can’t help that my life is so busy right now!’ he said, pulling you closer to him, not wanting to let you go.

I know. I don’t blame you for the life you have. I’m so happy for you that your life is so great. But…I don’t feel like I’m part of it anymore. Not right now, at least. And there is still several months left, and I have no vacation time left with my job now to even come try to follow you around. Harry, I was supposed to meet you yesterday at the last venue and you left before I even arrived.’

Things…were changed…last minute,’ he said sadly. “I forgot to call…

It’s okay, I’m not angry. I just think right now, I need to step aside and let you live your life. This life. We’re not here for each other anymore, Harry. How can we be? Our lives are in two different places. And it’s not fair to either of us.’ you said, trying not to cry.

Saw you walk inside a bar

He said something to make you laugh

I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours

Yeah you look happier, you do

Besides a text every now and then, and a phone call from Harry to you on your birthday, the two of you had quieted communication, both thinking it better for the time being. Absence made the heart grow fonder, or so they say, Harry thought. But now that his tour was finished, and he was taking some much needed time off for awhile, he was eager to come see you. It was nearly your anniversary date, and Harry was hoping the two of you could spend some time together and see if you were as ready to be together again as he was.

But when he saw you in your yard, his hopes diminished as he sat in his car watching. You were washing your car as a man Harry didn’t recognize helped, both of you laughing and throwing wet, soapy sponges at each other. When the man caught one to the face that you threw, he ran, chasing you around the car, and picking you up, making you laugh. Harry was devastated. You looked…happy.

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain’t nobody love you like I do

Promise that I will not take it personal baby

If you’re moving on with someone new

Harry watched as the two of you finished rinsing the car, cleaning up the mess, and walking toward the house. But when the man put his arm around you and kissed your cheek…Harry couldn’t watch anymore and left.

He had never thought about the possibility of you dating someone else. Harry didn’t expect you to wait for him. Well, maybe he did, but he realized that wasn’t realistic. Harry couldn’t even imagine dating someone else. He was still more in love with you than he could ever explain to anyone. But seeing you having fun with a man that wasn’t him, it hurt like hell.

Cause baby you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too

And until then I’ll smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

Harry decided to go home and spend time with his family for awhile. They could see that he wasn’t himself, regardless of being tired from touring. He didn’t want to go out. He didn’t want to spend time with friends. He didn’t want to visit the usual haunts he tended to frequent when home. His mom became worried when he spent all of his time sleeping and lying on the sofa staring into his phone.

“I know you’re hurting, son,” his mom said, trying to comfort him. “But you didn’t expect her to wait around, did you? Waiting for you was what she was doing already.”

Harry looked at her with a disbelieving look and chuckled. “Thanks for that, mum,” he said, sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it cruelly,” she said, with a grin. “But breaking up with someone means moving on. And that’s what it appears she’s done.”

“But what if she hasn’t, mum?” he asked, sitting up on the sofa. “What if she still loves me, and is only…going through the motions of life?”

Anne looked at him, thinking about what he said, then raised her eyebrows.

“Then I would say, why are you here in England instead of in California trying to win her back?” she said, smiling slightly at him, standing and touching his shoulder, kissing the top of his head, and walking into another room.

Sat in the corner of the room

Everything’s reminding me of you

Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you’re happier

Aren’t you?

Harry’s flight back to LA was long and tense, arriving in the middle of the night. He had the driver pass your house, and was relieved to see only your car in the drive and not a second. Not wanting to wake you, he drove home, fixed himself a drink, and sat in the dark and quiet of his large, empty home.

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain’t nobody need you like I do

I know that there’s others that deserve you

But my darling I am still in love with you

You heard the knock at your front door and opened it as you said goodbye to the person you were speaking to on your phone. When you saw Harry standing in front of you, you were speechless.

“Hello, love,” Harry said with a sweet smile. “How are you?”

You looked at him in complete shock before remembering he asked you a question.

“I…um, I’m fine,” you said, smiling in return. “How are you?”

You invited him in and the two of you sat in the living room, making slightly awkward pleasantries. After a time Harry decided he couldn’t beat around the bush any longer.

But I guess you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too

I could try to smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

“I, sort of, have a confession,” he said, nervously swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Confession?” you repeated.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “I saw…you’re dating someone. I’ve sort of been…keeping up with you, through friends, and driving by.”

“Um…yeah,” you said quietly, looking at your hands, feeling slightly ashamed and not knowing why.

“You seem happy,” Harry admitted sadly. You said nothing and looked at him again. “At first I…I couldn’t believe it. Part of me thought you would wait for me. Stupid, I know. But I don’t blame you for getting on with your life.”

“Harry, I…” you tried to interrupt.

“Please, let me finish,” Harry said boldly. “I need to say this.” You nodded as he continued. “I’m happy for you, that you’re happy. That you’ve found someone.”

“Harry…” you tried again but stopped when he looked at you with begging eyes to let him speak. You nodded.

“I wish I could tell you that I’ve moved on,” he said, laying his heart out to you. “But I haven’t and I don’t want to. I’m still very much in love with you, and I would love nothing more than for you to tell me you still want me, too. That you are still in love with me, too. But…if not…I just want you to know, that if things don’t work out for you and him, and you’re willing to give me another chance to make things different from what they were before, know that I’ll be waiting for you. I love you more than my own life, and I hope that someday you’ll love me again.”

Baby you look happier, you do

I knew one day you’d fall for someone new

But if he breaks your heart like lovers do

Just know that I’ll be waiting here for you

You looked at him as a tear fell from your eye. He watched you, confused by your reaction. You walked to him and sat down next to him.

“I didn’t leave you because I stopped loving you,” you said, emotion caught in your throat. “I was afraid of us somehow…coming to resent each other, if I stayed. Me resenting you for not making me as high of a priority as I felt I should be, and you resenting me not being able to be there when you wanted me to because of my job, and you traveling so much. I didn’t want us to get to the point that we hated each other. And I knew you would never break up with me. I wasn’t even sure that you knew how I felt.”

“I didn’t,” he admitted to you. “I didn’t realize how unhappy you were with me.”

“I wasn’t unhappy with you, Harry,” you said, taking his hand in yours. “I was lonely for you, and I love you so much that I was afraid of what would happen between us if I didn’t walk away while you…embraced this wonderful thing happening in your life right now. I didn’t want you to have any regrets, choosing one over the other. I didn’t want you to feel you had to choose. So I did.”

“You still love me?” Harry asked, squeezing your hand.

You nodded, as Harry turned to you, taking your tear-streaked cheek in his hand, caressing the face that he had missed for so many months. You felt his lips softly kiss yours, trembling, the wetness of his own tears leaving it’s dampness on yours. A kiss never felt so right.

Speak now or forever hold your peace’, the words said by preachers at the end of wedding ceremonies all over the world, right before the vows. It’s a last chance for protest, a moment that makes everyone’s heart race, and a moment I’ve always been strangely fascinated by. So many fantasize about bursting into a church, saying what they’d kept inside for years like in the movies. In real life, it rarely happens.

Real life is a funny thing, you know. In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. So crucial, in fact, that most of us start to hesitate, for fear of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But lately what I’ve began to fear more than that is letting the moment pass without saying anything.

I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, and looking back regretting the moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say ‘I love you’. When we should’ve said 'I’m sorry’. When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.

These songs are made up of words I didn’t say when the moment was right is front of me. These songs are open letters. Each is written with a specific person in mind, telling them what I meant to tell them in person. To the beautiful boy whose heart I broke in December. To my first love who I never thought would be my first heartbreak. To my band. To a mean man I used to be afraid of. To someone who made my world very dark for a while. To a girl who stole something of mine. To someone I forgive for what he said in front of the whole world.

Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrased, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it.

I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now

Love,
Taylor

PS: To all the boys who inspired this album, you should’ve known. ;)

— 

Taylor Swift Speak Now Prologue 

One of my favorite things ever

anonymous asked:

Can you PLEASE upload the other scenarios for Remus breaking up??? I'm feeling like reading something angsty and sad and I really like what you wrote!!!

Okay so I’m going to go for the terrible “just trying to push you away” trope because Remus is a self-loathing piece of shit. I know it is similar to the other one, but I see this happening a lot with him and in his relationship I’m sure he pulled this many times

  • so this break up would probably happen before the other one that I wrote about
  • this would probably be around the time that Remus and you had both said you loved each other for the first time
  • he had wanted to wait until after the full moon to do this, as any time before he knew was going to be too much for him
  • yet, the idea that he loved you and was going to potentially ask you to subject your life to this was gnawing at him like crazy
  • so he’d be particularly snappy and cold with you, which you of course chocked it up to the full moon approaching
  • “Remus, you feeling okay? Need anything?” you had just popped in to make sure that he was doing okay before heading down to your next class
  • however, Remus just sighed sadly and told you that you guys needed to talk
  • walking into the room more you nodded, growing concerned with the fact that he was acting so weird
  • “I think we need to break up.” he’d just come out and say it, knowing that if he tried working up to it, he’d lose his nerve
  • “Excuse me?” you’d ask, shaking your head in disbelief, “why?”
  • Remus just shrugged, knowing that you’d read him the riot act for trying to save you
  • “Just,” he paused, “I don’t think this is working anymore.”
  • for a long time neither of you said anything, Remus looking at his shoes and you staring at him dumbly
  • you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your cheeks until you replied and heard the catch in your throat
  • “But we were doing so well.” 
  • you knew that you were being clingy and probably making this worse for him but you didn’t care as your brain was still trying to come up with a reason why
  • “Well, I guess not anymore.” 
  • you realized that he was being purposefully aloof
  • “Is this because of your condition?”
  • Remus tensed, knowing that you’d ask about it; you weren’t stupid and it was such an obvious reason
  • “No, it isn’t. Not everything in my life is about that, you know.” he laughed bitterly, his tone harsh. 
  • a lie
  • the silence in the room was deafening 
  • seemingly at another loss, you took in a deep breath only to release it as a broken sob 
  • “I-I thought you said you loved me, Remus.”
  • his eyes shot up to yours at the first sound of your sob and Remus knew that his heart broke in that very second
  • he reminded himself that this was for the best, that it would hurt now but you’d be better off without him
  • the relationship was still young, you could find someone else
  • someone better than him
  • “Don’t cry.” the words felt stupid on his tongue and even more so when they hung in the air
  • your arms wrapped themselves around you protectively, and you sniffled
  • “I love you. Hard not to cry when the person you love says they want to break up.”
  • Remus hated himself as he watched you slowly fall into yourself, he was more of a monster than he originally thought
  • “Remus,” you started, “look at me.”
  • he refused
  • “Look me in the eye and tell me that you want to break up.”
  • something in him snapped, he couldn’t meet your eye and see the pain anymore
  • “Remus, why are you doing this if you can’t even look at me?!” you shrieked and he knew that he had to do it
  • quickly he looked up into your eyes, knowing that you’d hate him forever but at least it meant you were safe
  • “Because I don’t love you anymore!”
  • you physically recoiled, shocked by the fact that the boy you had given your everything to just told you he didn’t want you
  • a sinking feeling grew in your chest and you couldn’t help but nod slowly as more tears fell 
  • “I gave you everything, you know.”
  • Remus looked down in shame
  • “I’m sorry.”
  • you laughed dryly, wiping at your tears futilely 
  • “I don’t think I believe you.”
  • what was left of Remus’ broken heart fell into his stomach as you walked over to him
  • “Have a good life Remus. I hope you find someone you really do love someday; and I hope you are happy.”
  • you stood on your tiptoes, holding your breath as you kissed his cheek softly for the last time and turned, walking down the stairs 
  • you did the right thing he repeated, over and over in his head
  • he couldn’t stop shaking

I have more, but idk if y’all want to hear them. let me know, man. 

Midnight Mischief with Kay!!

Queen of Peace: FOUR

chapter three//story page//No Light (banner by eriza)

FOUR: over the glowing hill, i will conquer

The team of high ranking servants were gathered outside to meet Harry’s mother and sister. They were finally moving in; the head of the castle was to introduce them to the team, and show them around. But, Florence and Harry waited in the doorway, ready to receive them after everyone had been introduced.

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This is for everyone who has been hurt, taken for granted, for all of the girls with heavy hearts and smudged mascara.
Baby girl you listen, and you listen good.
Stop looking in the mirror, glaring at your reflection, that girl with the sad eyes staring back at you is the only person you have in this cruel world. Has being your own worst enemy ever really worked out for you? How about you try something different, become your own hero, because believe me when I say you’re damn worth saving.
Your body was made with imperfections, those flaws you so desperately wish to change is what paints you into an imperfect masterpiece. So what if the boy you like doesn’t appreciate the way your thighs don’t touch, someday someone is going to walk into your life and love you completely because of those imperfections, not in spite of them, but better yet one day you will learn to love the skin on your body and baby that’s going to be the best feeling of acceptance you’ll ever experience.
So the boy you love, your best friend, who you thought was your soul mate broke your heart?
Sure you feel like your body’s on fire and slowly you’re disintegrating into ashes, but the flames are all in your head darling and you can put them out yourself, you don’t have to watch yourself fade away. You’re going to be okay, maybe not today or tomorrow but beautiful flowers take a long time to blossom but fuck is it worth it, right?
Don’t you ever let me hear you say again that he left because you’re to broken for anyone to love, there is no such thing as ‘to broken’ not to the ones who are worth it anyway.
He’s an idiot for leaving, but you know what? It’s a natural, excruciating part of life, some people walk into your life with no intention to leave but one day you’ll wake up reaching out to kiss him good morning… But he’s no where to be seen. But that’s all on him, you can’t rip yourself to shreds searching for excuse after excuse as to why he left, stop searching for an answer that you never got,
You’re not a fucking puzzle with a missing piece, you do not need him to complete you.
You only need you to complete you.
—  B.L letters I never sent
Soulmate AU: Sousuke Yamazaki x Reader

The little bell rang as you entered the small coffee shop. the sun was shining brightly and it was unusually warm in the small shop. It was a perfect summer day. It had been the perfect temperature and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. People seemed somewhat brighter and happier… except for you. As it was 8 a.m. in the morning and you were not a morning person at all, people could already feel your somewhat negative aura.

Your feet hurried towards the counter of the shop, stopping in front of it. The small girl behind it looked up at you, giving you a gentle smile. Her dark hair made her eyes pop as they were the most beautiful blue shade you had ever seen. Most people would complement such a nice feature, but instead it triggered you. You narrowed your eyes at the innocent girl, and tried your best not to scoff. The girl noticed the slight hint of hatred in your eyes and swallowed thickly.
“C-Can I help you?” You rolled your eyes, drumming your fingers on the marble counter, making the small girl even more nervous. You scanned your eyes over the chalkboard hanging on the wall, trying to choose between a chai tea or just a coffee. The girl watched your fingers, and slightly jumped when you stopped.
“I’d love a chai tea…” The tone in your voice made her relax a little, but as soon as she met your eyes again she tensed up. Even though you were smiling, your eyes showed irritation and envy. She just nodded and wrote your order down with shaking hands. You watched her write and grabbed your wallet from your pocket, placing the exact amount of cash on the counter, before putting some change in the pink decorated tipping jar. Even though you were in an extremely bad mood, your mother had taught you to always stay polite.
“I-It’ll be ready in a minute…” The poor girl stuttered, quickly walking away from you to prepare your drink. You sighed deeply, a small groan also leaving your throat. You impatiently tapped your foot against the wooden floor, and folded your arms over your chest. As you did so, you quickly scanned your eyes over the sentence engraved on your wrist. The small words that would someday decide who you would be spending the rest of your life with. The first thought your soul mate would have about you. You stared at it for a second, until you were slightly startled as the girl placed your drink in front of you.
“Enjoy!” She exclaimed happily. You just offered her a fake smile and grabbed your drink, but as you turned around to walk away, you accidently walked into someone. You internally cursed as a bit of your drink spilled over your hand. You groaned loudly and watched the liquid drip down your wrist.
“I’m so sorry… let me help you.” You looked up at the person you walked into. He was extremely tall. You could already notice he was extremely muscular. He had broad shoulders and his figure seemed nicely build. He had the most beautiful teal blue eyes and black hair, almost the same as the girl behind the counter, but even more beautiful. You were slightly taken back by how beautiful he was, and couldn’t help yourself from looking him up and down. When he cleared his throat, you averted your eyes back to his. He chuckled as your cheeks turned red and the frown returned on your face.  He grabbed some napkins from a nearby table and grabbed your drink, carefully placing it back on the table. You didn’t say anything as he grabbed your wrist and wiped it clean. But he suddenly stopped, making you look up from your wrist. His eyes seemed concentrated in something, and as you looked back to your wrist you noticed he was inspecting the words. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled your hand back. You looked up at him, and he finally made eye contact, showing you the exact same expression you had given him.
“D-Did you…?” You pointed at your wrist, and he nodded slowly.
‘Not a Monday person apparently’
He gave you a small smile, and showed you his own wrist. You grabbed it gently and read the words, turning a shade of red you had never been before. His wrist was practically covered in curse words, which was indeed what you were thinking when you walked into him.
“Oh wow…” The guy laughed and nodded at your embarrassed face.
“You really are not a morning person, am I right?” You chuckled and nodded, looking down at your own hand and reading the words again.
“I’m Yamazaki Sousuke, by the way…” You looked back up again and offered him a smile. His smile made your heart skip a beat, and his beautiful eyes made your breath hitch in your throat.
“I’m Y/n…”

“Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.

What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrased, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you’ll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying ‘I could’ve, but it’s too late now.’

There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you’ll know it.
I don’t think you should wait. I think you should speak now

Love, Taylor”

I love love love the prologue for speak now and think it’s so important. Im so thankful for Taylor and cannot believe how well she connects with all of us and the amazing advice that she gives. she’s got it figured out. Taylor, I love you more than you will ever know! thanks for everything girl. @taylorswift