I’d rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else. I’d rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself, I’d rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart. I’d rather have the one who holds my heart.
Me meeting someone new:
I don't know who you are, or where you come from, bUT LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING-
Every friend around:
here we go
Deaf Spring Awakening is so fucking good and waitress' set should've won a tony and heathers needs to go on Broadway and tuck everlasting needs more love and I need to just hold onto every single cast member of Hamilton forever and keep them safe and warm and also another thing is that the Tonys were good this year but Hamilton won too much stuff and American psychos lighting is so fucking good and the color purple is so damn beautiful and Wicked is just a classic and oh god west side story is better than Romeo and Juliet and les mis is just so tragic and-
“Someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully, across my memory…”
(My first time using my new drawing tablet and program, forgive the quality)
An unoriginalAnastasia AU my friend an I are working on, where Yuuri is the lost prince of the Japanese royal family who are close friends/allies of the Russian royal family. Viktor is the Tsar disguised as a commoner, searching Russia for his lost love who has been missing since their escape from the mob that broke into the palace one fateful night, 10 years ago. More to come!
The rain was pouring outside, flood warnings being issued all around the state. This was surely one of the worst rain storms to hit California, and Y/N was grateful she was safe and warm in the comfort of her apartment. She saw flashes of lightning outside her window, followed by the crack of thunder. The sight made her curl closer into her blanket, appreciating the warmth. Y/N missed having someone to hold her during these storms, kissing her forehead and telling her she was safe and the storm would clear soon. She missed having Luke with her, but she hasn’t had him with her in over three months.
There was a knock on Y/N’s door, pulling her mind from the subject of her ex-boyfriend. She got up slowly from her bed, stretching her stiff limbs before walking to the door. “Who is it?” She asked softly, leaning her ear against the door. “Baby, please let me in,” she heard a shaky voice on the other end reply. Y/N’s eyes widened. It couldn’t be.
Y/N opened the door quickly, revealing a dripping wet Luke. His eyes were red, but the raindrops soaking his body made it difficult to decipher if he had been crying or not. “Luke,” She gaped, her heart nearly stopping. “What are you doing here? Why are you wet?”
“I walked here, I was at the bar,” Luke mumbled, his speech slightly stuttered. “Fuck, I know it’s been months but I miss you so much, Y/N. Can I come in?” Y/N nodded hesitantly, stepping back and opening the door wider. Luke walked in slowly, his shoes squeaking on the tiles beneath him.
“I’ll get you a towel, you should change out of your clothes before you get sick,” Y/N whispered, closing the door and walking to her closet to retrieve Luke a warm towel. When she got back, he accepted it graciously and she took his soaked clothes to toss them in the dryer. Luke sat on her couch, shivering as he wrapped the towel around himself. Y/N returned, sitting beside him.
“Why did you come here, Luke?” She asked, a whirlwind of emotions overwhelming her mind as she stared into the familiar blue eyes ahead of her. “I miss you, Y/N,” Luke murmured, voice cracking. He started crying again. “I miss you too, Luke,” Y/N sighed, feeling a lump forming in her throat. “Not a day goes by where I’m not thinking about you, baby. I know I was a pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, but I’m begging you, please. I want to give us another try, Y/N.”
Y/N was quiet. “I don’t know, Luke,” she responded, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “I don’t know if that… if that would be the best for us.” Luke felt like he got shot in the heart. His teeth sunk into his lip and he nodded slightly. “I understand,” he whispered, swallowing hard. “I just wanted you to know that.. I still love you, Y/N. I always will.”
Y/N smiled sadly, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I love you too, Luke. Do you wanna stay the night? It’s pretty bad out there.”
“That would be great,” Luke agreed, gaze fixed on the rug under his feet.
“Do you wanna sleep on the couch, or my b-”
“Bed, please,” Luke answered eagerly, looking up at her with desperate eyes. He wanted to hold her again so badly, even if it was just for the night. He knew that when tomorrow morning came, they’d be nothing more than strangers again.
Y/N got Luke’s dried boxers and shirt out of the dryer, leaving everything else for when he left. He changed back and laid in her bed, smiling at the familiar embrace of her warm blankets and plush pillows. Y/N tried keeping her distance from him, but Luke had found her. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.
“Luke,” Y/N interjected, wiggling out of his grasp. “I don’t think that’s a good idea-”
“Y/N, please,” Luke whispered shakily. “Pretend things haven’t changed just for tonight. I know you still feel it.”
Y/N returned back to Luke, feeling the comfort of his arms around her again. Fuck, she missed it so much and she knew it was going to hurt watching him leave tomorrow morning. His lips kissed her shoulder softly, his large hands rubbing soothingly at her waist. The smell of her peach perfume made Luke feel at home again. They had both fallen asleep with a smile that night, the first genuine smile both of them had cracked since their breakup.
The next morning, Y/N got Luke’s clothes out of the dryer and he changed into last night’s outfit, slipping on his boots and lacing them up lazily. Y/N couldn’t make eye contact with Luke and it broke her heart to be saying goodbye to him for the last time- again. She opened the front door, forcing a smile as she ushered Luke out.
“I love you,” Luke whispered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He walked past her, heading down the hallway towards the elevators that he arrived in. His hope was fading with each step, until he heard the words he’d been dying to hear ring through the hallway.
fairytale girl// a love letter to someone soft, someone gentle, someone kind, someone that will hold your heart in their hands and keep it safe and warm.
bright (acoustic live)- echosmith // sacred heart- the civil wars // wonderwall- ed sheeran // flume- bon iver // are we there yet?- ingrid michaelson // cat stevens (live)- fatherson // girls just want to have fun- greg laswell // strange bird (live)- birdy // resolution- matt corby // city- sara bareilles // is there somebody who can watch you? (rainy version)- the 1975 // new morning- alpha rev //
i want you to know that i loved you in the best way that i knew how to. and i know it wasn’t enough to consume you and engulf you in flames and set you ablaze like i did. and that’s okay. i burned. for months. i burned and charred for you. i was so warm for you and i am glad you took the warmth. i hope it thawed your fingertips and the chill inside of your bones. i hope it made you feel worthwhile and on top of the world. i hope it made you feel like you had a safe place, a hand to hold, and a place to go when you needed someone the most. im glad you let me wipe away your tears and make you laugh. i wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. your laugh was a song i needed to calm down the storm inside of my head. and it’s okay, really. you don’t have to feel bad. this isn’t your fault. but i need to go now. you never loved me and that’s okay. i forgive you. but i need to go. i cannot keep holding onto things that slowly make me burn out. i am not meant to burn out, i am meant to shine bright and you only ever took away my flame instead of adding to it. // i love you, and i always will. but this is goodbye.
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December.Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory…Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory…Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember…And a song
Once upon a December
I always tell myself that there’s someone out there. Someone who will understand that I like sour candy and not get mad when I eat it until my mouth hurts. That there’s someone there who doesn’t mind just holding me and talking about anything. That doesn’t mind that my hands and feet are always cold and will warm them up. Someone that knows that I have down days and will hold me closer, and hug me tighter on those. That will go on random drives with me because I just love being on the road. Who tells me when they’re thinking of me. Who likes to make me laugh and smile and can have a joking relationship with me. Someone who actually knows how to lift me up, and make me feel safe enough to open up to them. And I thought I found that someone in you. I really did. But more and more as time goes on, I’m starting to doubt that and it’s tearing me apart. I wish it could’ve been you, oh god I wish it could’ve been. And I like to think everything happens for a reason, but life letting your path cross mine is the biggest tease to my heart.