Hold On (trigger warning)

A/N: I’m in Prague with a friend this week and I put this on schedule so lets hope it works.
Requested to use the line “because I love you, that’s why.” Be aware this has a trigger warning, so think twice before reading. Also, I would love to hear feedback on this because I am honestly so fucking nervous.

Word count: 2,646

Hearing someone you love cry, is probably the worst feeling in the world. The worst kind of pain I’ve ever experienced. I felt her pain. Deep in my chest. In every fibre of my body. With every dense heart beat. I felt it. Hearing her desperate sore cries from the other side of the door, it killed me inside. Left me numb and frozen.

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Perfect(ly) screwed up 2 || D.H.

A/N: Wow look at this! It’s a part two. 

Word Count: 1.4K

POV: Dan(ny boy)


Originally posted by masochistphil

Y/N took a shaky breath as tears kept streaming down her cheeks. It was heart-breaking to watch her like this.

I rubbed her lower back in order to calm her down. She was still clinging onto me and I just held her as tightly as I could.

“It’s Lucas.” She then muttered after her breathing had slowed down a little bit.

Lucas. It usually just pained me to hear that name. But now, now I also got furious. My hands turned into fists at the thought of him being the cause of Y/N’s miserable state.

‘You can’t get angry now, Dan. Your best friend doesn’t need that right now.’ I told myself and could immediately feel myself relax as my eyes met Y/N’s sad ones.

“What did he do?” I asked her softly and ran my fingers through her hair at the same time. I was scared as I waited for her answer.

“We just had this massive fight. Lots of yelling and ugly words.” She explained.

Y/N was the strongest person I knew. She was a rebel and a fighter and seeing her like this, so shattered and fragile, hurt.

Lucas her oh so pretty and perfect boyfriend did this.

“Hey it’s okay.” I whispered against her hair as I gently kissed the top of her head. It was a friendly gesture something I would only do in times of need, times like this.

“Dan…, Lucas and I – “

We were both still standing in the middle of my drive way, right in front of her old, red car. As soon as Y/N started that sentence her sobbing got heavier, but before she could even finish it we were interrupted.

“Daniel your mum wants you to come inside again.” Katrina was walking towards us.

She stopped in the middle of her tracks as her eyes met Y/N. They immediately turned cold. Colder than what was normal for her.

“I’m kinda busy here.” I told her, gesturing to my best friend who was cuddled against my chest.

Katrina didn’t look very amused or understanding. I told her that I won’t be able to go to prom with her because I was already taking Y/N. Kat hadn’t liked her before that, they were way too different to get along, so I bet she must hate her now.

“You should go, Dan. Don’t feel obligated to stay with me. I think I can manage myself.” Y/N whispered, looking up at me. She wasn’t paying any attention to Katrina.

It was absurd how incompatible her words and actions were. Her eyes were still filled with tears and I could tell by her body language that she had no intention to let go off me. She was trying to be strong and suffer through this all on her own.

“She is right, Daniel. You should definitely not miss your parent’s wonderful summer party or else it would be so rude.” Katrina snarled.

I totally ignored that.

“I’m not leaving you here alone, silly.” I told Y/N and lightly pinched her left cheek. She was going to protest when I shut her up.

“That decision is final.”

“Daniel, you can’t take her inside. I mean, look at her.” Katrina interfered rudely.

It was true that Y/N didn’t really fit in with all of our other guest with their expensive dresses and Rolex watches. She was actually wearing a wrinkled t-shirt that she had definitely slept in before, but still she was better looking than any person at my mum’s party. She didn’t need money to feel good about herself and she certainly had a better personality than all of those people.

“Oh, I am not taking her inside. I really want to spare her from that.”

Kat looked outraged. She gasped loudly and looked at me like I had just lost my mind.

“Dan, what are you-“ Y/N was about to ask as I took her hand in mine.

“C’mon we’re leaving.” I told her and dragged her along with me, leaving a startled Katrina behind in my drive way.

“Oh and before I forget, tell my mum I couldn’t make it.” I shouted over my shoulder mid walking with a smug grin on my face.

At first Y/N didn’t say anything she just walked next to me silently. We were still holding hands and since she didn’t let go I didn’t either.

I knew exactly where to go right now, there was a place that was perfect for times like this. My old treehouse. Our garden was followed by a huge forest that I used to play in when I was younger. Y/N and I had been there a lot in the past but I was sure that she had forgotten that it existed by now.

Once we had reached the forest, my best friend took the scenery in with wide eyes. The last rays of sunlight danced on the lush green leaves. This place brought back a ton of memories and she was so overwhelmed for a second that she forgot why we were here. She forgot that her heart hurt and that she had just cried her eyes out.

We sat down on a knocked over tree instead of climbing the old tree house and Y/N leaned her head against my shoulder.

“He made me feel so small.” She whispered vulnerably and played with my tie in order to distract herself from her own words.

We were talking about her boyfriend Lucas again. I wanted to say something but she just kept talking.

“I don’t even remember how the fight started. Everything happened so fast and we just yelled at each other. I’m not proud of the things I shouted at him, but he really hurt me.” Her voice was flat while her eyes stared into the distance.

“I’m so sorry.” I breathed and wrapped my arms tightly around her body, holding her close.

“The things he said made me feel so unwanted, useless and ugly.” She admitted quietly.

I could believe my ears. Was she for real?

“Y/N..” I almost shouted, the look on my face made her sit up straight in surprise.

“Don’t ever say that again.” I pleaded and intensively stared at her. My heart was racing in my chest.

“Dan, what?” She asked, confused by my reaction.

“You are the most amazing person I know, I don’t want you to ever feel like that. You are head strong and adventurous and you are sweet and kind and god you are so beautiful.”

“Dan, stop!” Y/N was blushing like crazy.

“I’m not gonna stop until you realize how flawless you are. Lucas is a complete prick for saying otherwise. “

“That’s why I broke up with him.”

I froze. Why didn’t I even consider that they might have broken up?

I knew Y/N, she wouldn’t ever let anyone treat her like that. Still the thought that she could be single sounded way too good and foreign to me.

“You broke up?” I asked her unbelievingly and swallowed hard.

“Yes, it hadn’t been that great between us for a while now and after the things he said I knew that we didn’t have feelings for each other anymore.” She explained, resting her head on my shoulder again.

“After it happened I just…somehow, I just needed to see you, Dan.” She added so quietly that I almost didn’t hear it.

We weren’t that far away from my garden where the summer party was being held. We could hear faint music and our guest that were lightly chatting with each other.

Some of my mum’s beloved fairy lights, that she had wrapped around every tree, even shimmered through the branches that shielded us from my garden.

“I’m glad you came.” I whispered while my heart was rapidly beating.

She turned her head so she was facing me. Our eyes met and we were still so close to each other that I could barely breath. I intensively looked at her and examined all the details of her to me flawless face.

“Y/N?” I then carefully asked, my voice low.

“Yes, Dan?” She answered immediately.

“Can I kiss you?”

The corners of her lips twitched and curled up into a genuine smile for the first time today as she slowly nodded.

You’re Not There

Based on the song: You’re Not There by Lukas Graham

Word Count: 2080

Warnings: Angst. Death.

A/N: I had a weird day and was feeling super angsty/depressed. Then that song came on my iPod and I just… I just had to write.

Version en Español:Tú No Estás Allí

Her gratitude was etched into every worry line and wrinkle on her face as she hugged her little boy close. Over his shoulder, the woman stared up at Dean with watery eyes. “Thank you so much!”

With a little wave and smile, Dean turned and walked away. Another hunt and another win. Everyone made it out alive except for the monster. A year ago he would have celebrated with you. A year ago, he would have let your excitement at seeing a family reunited wash over him. A year ago, you would have wrapped your arm around his waist and guided him to the Impala with a beautiful smile painted on your lips.

A year ago, everything was different.

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Request: Can you please do one more the reader is covered in tattoos and Crowley loves to trace them and ask about the meaning? - anonymous

Word Count: 566+

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Warnings: None

You slowly awoke from your dreamless slumber with the feeling of warm arms wrapped around your body. You stretched and yawned tiredly as the familiar arms pulled you back against a chest.

With a lazy smile on your face, you turned your head back to meet the eyes of your lover, the King of Hell.

“Hey,” You voiced groggily, still exhausted from the events from the night before.

“Good morning, my love.” His deep morning voice gave you shivers.

“Good morning, my king.” You breathed.

“Sleep well?” He asked with his hot breath hitting your neck.

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1001 Knights - The Reference post.  

So, when creating my piece for 1001 Knights I decided to do something more on the serious side (compared to my commercial work for animation).  Because the theme was “Knights” with a skew towards feminism, the first thing that came to my mind was the legacy of women in my own life.  I wanted to create a piece that honored the women I’m related to that made me who I am but also the overarching history of women in my life and my cultural heritage.

My mother is Armenian and my great grand parents came to the United States fleeing genocide in Armenia.  For me, I have learned everything about my Armenian identity from my mother and relatives on her side of the family.  My mother’s great grandfather was a muralist in Armenia and Turkey and I can trace my artistic abilities from him, to my grandmother and eventually my own mother who is also an artist. It’s something very special to me to know that the talents in my family have come down through my mother’s relatives in Armenia. Growing up, it was my mother who taught me how to be an artist and encouraged me to pursue my career in art.  I strongly identify my artistic abilities with my mother and my Armenian heritage so it seemed like the perfect place to start for my piece.

As far as where the strength and honor of a knight comes in, my mom was the strongest, and bravest person I knew growing up.  She raised me, my 3 brothers and sister together for as a single mom before remarrying and becoming a mother to twin girls at the age of 42.  Throughout the years she remained a source of strength for my family, unselfishly sacrificing her time for all of 7 of us plus my two step-brothers. These days she is still the matriarch of the family.  Her home is the center of holidays and important family events and all 6 of her grandkids admire and adore her.  She is also so experienced as a mother that the younger moms in my family go to her for advice in raising their own kids.

Now, I can see her legacy being passed on to her own daughters and daughters-in-law as they raise their daughters in the same loving and sacrificial way. Seeing this unfold over my lifetime has been a true blessing and has really impacted me.  And within the larger story of the other women in my family, it only seemed fitting that I honor these modern day women warriors with a piece of their own.

You will see that I was strongly influenced by some of my favorite artists including a direct quote of Gustav Klimt’s piece Palas Atenea.  I’ve also paid homage to Henri Matisse as well as beautiful Armenian rugs, folk art and traditional costume.  Yes, I threw it all in there. :D

Now you know a bit more about the many layered meaning of this very special piece for the 1001 Knights anthology.  You only have a few more days to contribute and get your copy before it’s gone, so hurry!



“I consider myself to be quite the catch.”

“Not gonna lie- I don’t like being seen with you.”

“Well aren’t we all just full of mystery?”

“I’ve never actually seen you cry before.”

“I used to think that you were the strongest person I knew.”

“It breaks my heart to know that you think so lowly of yourself.”

Blackout: Part 3

Part 1 (X) Part 2 (X

Here is the 3rd and final part of my Rucas fanfiction, Blackout!

Summary: Lucas, Maya, and Riley are trapped in Topanga’s bakery the day before graduation, partly because of Farkle and Zay’s scheming to get the three friends to talk about their feelings, but mostly because of the blackout that left them with no power and nowhere to go. Will they settle their feelings for one another, or will doing so tear them apart? 

Ship: Rucas

Point of View: Riley’s

Part 3: When It Rains, It Pours

“Riley!” I heard Lucas yell from behind me. 

“Lucas go back inside!” I begged, trying to get as far away from him as I could in the back alley behind Topanga’s. 

“Riley, I need you to listen!” he shouted over the roar of the rain. 

“I thought you didn’t have anything to say to me! Any time our feelings get involved we never have anything to say! We’re great at talking to each other until our emotions are thrown into the mix! That can’t be a good thing!” I protested, my voice straining to be heard over the rain. 

“I think it’s the opposite! I think it’s a really good thing. It means we care so much about each other that we don’t want to ruin what we have by saying the wrong thing. We’re nervous around each other because we like each other. Not like siblings. Not as just friends. But truly like each other. And that’t really scary, but it’s important that it’s scary because that means it’s real,” Lucas declared, taking a deep breath and blinking away the raindrops from his eyes. “I like you Riley Matthews. And I hope you still feel that way about me too.” He stepped closer like he was going to touch my hand, but I stepped back quickly. 

“But Maya-” I started to interject, but I was interrupted. 

“But Maya realized something just now,” Maya called from the doorway. Lucas and I turned to face her, my heart beating in my chest. “I realized that the reason I was worried about Lucas when he was riding the bull in the rodeo, that the reason I love to make fun of him, is because he’s my friend. And a really good one at that. I’m not used to letting people in all the time. My father kind of messed that up for me. But once I realized Lucas was here to stay, that he was a real friend who I could count on a trust, I started to care about him. And I think I confused those feelings for romantic ones because that was the easier way to go in my mind. And maybe I was trying to forget about a certain uncle of yours. But I shouldn’t have done that because that’s not how things really are. So I know now that I do like you Lucas,” Maya explained, walking a few steps forward so that she was immediately  covered in rain. “But as one of my best friends.” 

We were all dripping wet, staring at one another, waiting with bated breath to hear what was going to happen next. 

“I’m really glad to hear you say that… Because I feel the same way,” Lucas admitted. “I think you’re amazing Maya. You’re an incredibly talented artist, you’re funny, smart, unfailingly loyal. And yes, you are the blonde beauty. But…” Lucas trailed off, as if he couldn’t find the right words to finish that sentence. 

“But I’m not Riley Matthews,” Maya finished for him. My heart lurched in my throat. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. 

“No, that’s not what I was going to say!” Lucas clarified quickly. “You’re not Riley, but that’s what I like about both of you so much. You’re different as night and day, but you compliment each other so well. I value our friendship Maya. I love all of our teasing and fighting-” Lucas sputtered out quickly, trying hard to explain himself. 

“No, I know Lucas. I didn’t say that to sound bitter or upset. I genuinely meant; I’m not Riley Matthews,” Maya explained. “Riley Matthews, the girl you’ve had a crush on since that first day on the subway. The girl you rode around school on a white horse with. The girl you smile at every time she does something goofy or simply walks into a room. The girl whose family you asked permission to go out on a date with,” Maya smiled. “It’s been clear from the beginning and that’s why you can’t see me as anything more than a good friend. Because I’m not the girl you like. And that’s okay. That’s amazing actually! Because she’s amazing and I love her. So if you break her heart in any way, shape, or form Huckleberry I will break your face so hard,” Maya laughed to herself and smiled even wider. 

Maya turned and walked over to stand in front of me. She grabbed my hands, pulled me into a hug, and squeezed me tight. 

“Riley, listen to me carefully. Lucas is my friend, you’re my best friend, and I want you both to be happy,” she asserted, looking me straight in the eyes. 

“But you deserve to be happy too Maya!” I argued. 

“Oh Riley, don’t you get it? You said it in Texas. It’s you and me forever. That’s what makes me happy. I have you, my mom, Farkle and Zay, your parents, Shawn, my art, and yes, I have Lucas too. Making fun of him makes me so happy,” she giggled and I laughed too, still a little unsure. “I don’t need a boy to make me happy. I’m not that kind of girl. When it happens, it’ll happen, and yeah, I’ll probably be happy about it. But it won’t define my happiness. Okay?” she asked, rubbing my shoulders up and down. 

I had it all wrong. I thought that if I set aside my feelings for Lucas and gave Maya the push she needed to be with him, everything would fix itself and Maya would find the happiness she deserved. But I needed to stop seeing her as a victim, as some project or broken doll that I needed to fix in order for her to feel whole again. Maya was the strongest person I knew and I need to start treating her that way. 

“Okay,” I whispered, nodding. 

Maya smiled that brilliant smile of hers. 

“Thunder,” she began, holding out her hand, showing me her friendship ring. 

“”Lightning,” I continued, touching my ring to hers. 

“To infinity.”

“And beyond,” I went on. 

“To graduation.”

“And the rest of our lives together,” I finished, smiling wider than I have in a long time. 

The rain was finally starting to let up now. I took her hand in mine and started heading back towards Topanga’s back entrance, but Maya stopped to look back at Lucas. 

“Riley, you two should talk,” Maya insisted. 

“Are you sure?” I asked tentatively. 

“He needs someone to tell that ‘I delivered a baby horse’ story to,” Maya teased, playfully nudging me in the side. 

I smiled widely. “I love that story,” I admitted, the enthusiasm in my voice evident. 

“I know you do honey. Now go talk to him.” 

Maya let go of my hand and went inside, leaving me alone with Lucas. The rain was only lightly falling on our shoulders now, but I didn’t mind it anymore. Lucas and I were like a light summer rain after all. It was almost as if it was meant to happen this way. 

“Hi,” I said, moving the wet hair plastered to my face out of the way with my index finger. 

“Hey,” Lucas replied, taking a few steps closer to me. 

“What now?” I asked, feeling very vulnerable and unsure. 

Lucas didn’t respond. Instead he smiled and with two long strides, he closed to space between us. Taking my face in his hands like I did on our first date, he stroked his thumb back and forth across my cheek, and kissed me as if it was the most natural thing he could have done. I let my eyes stay closed for a few second. Lucas told me once that his moment would be hist moment and now that it had happened, I knew that nothing would be the same again. 

“We go figure out what happens next together,” Lucas replied, taking my hand and squeezing it lightly. 

Hand in hand, we walked into my mother’s bakery. I still wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I knew one thing was for certain. My father was right. People do change people and one thing leads to another and growth happens when we’re not even looking. I still had a lot to learn about life and friendship and maybe even love, but I was happy to face all that was to come with Maya, Farkle, Zay, and Lucas. And I was happy that my parents were going to be there every step of the way. Sure, it was my world now, but that didn’t mean I had to face it alone. 

Taylor caniff imagine that no one requested part 2

Taylor’s POV:

Once the door slammed shut I realized how much pain I had caused her. Not only to run away but to cry. Y/N was the strongest person I knew, I’d known her for two and a half years and I’ve only seen her cry once.
“Dude, not cool” Matthew said
“I’m going to go after her, she’s all alone in the city” I said grabbing my jacket.
“Let her cool down, give her some time.” Gilinsky said not even looking up from his phone.
“Why? She’s all alone and I still care about her!” I said starting to get frustrated again.
“Of all my years of breaking girl’s hearts, I’ve learned to let them cool down or they will slap you” Sammy said rubbing his cheek.
“Or kick you in the balls!” Gilinsky added

I called Y/N just to make sure she’s okay, no answer.  I keep texting her, she hasn’t read them yet. I just want to make sure she’s okay.

After an hour passed I started to get really worried about her. What if she’s hurt? I quickly go on twitter and compose a tweet. “Where are you?” right as I posted it, Y/N posted a new tweet.

@Y/T/N: ” I guess all good things must come to an end”

That’s it. That’s the end of us. No it can’t be happening. I just sat on the hotel bed for minutes staring at the wall letting it sink in. I had pushed her too far this time and she wouldn’t forgive me. 

“Hey Taylor we’re going to get something to eat, do you want to go?” asked Nash as he and the other guys put their shoes on.

“No, I’m going to wait for Y/N.” I said wiping my nose “Go one with out me.”

“Okay. Dude she’s going to be okay.” Cameron said patting his hand on my shoulder. Once the hotel door closed I broke down. I started to cry then sob. I had lost her, the love of my life.

After it felt like hours of crying I looked at the clock. It was 2 hours since Y/N left and she hasn’t texted me back or called. I heard someone knock on the door. I jumped off the bed, my feet getting tangled in the sheets making me fall onto the floor. I quickly open the door expecting it to be Y/N but instead I see the faces of the all the guys.

“Hey man, we all were wondering if you wanted to go swimming with us.” asked Nash as they all walked into the room making themselves comfortable. 

“Sure, give me a minute to get changed. I’ll meet you down at the pool,” I said looking for my swim trunks through my suitcase.

“For sure man,” Gilinsky said as they all left the room.

  I didn’t realize until I put the trunks on that these were the pair Y/N gave me for Christmas. Everything I did or looked at reminded me of her and how much I missed her. I just want her back here with me. I want to hold her and tell her how much I love her or how I didn’t mean anything I said.

Author’s Note- Thank you all so much for reading part 2. Reblog to share this with friends. Make sure you like.

The watch

A/N: Owen’s POV about amelia. Inspired by a question answered by @owenandamelia


I remember the first time I noticed it on her. It was back in the very beginning of our relationship. She came over to my trailer, and even though I pretty much lived in her backyard, it was the first time I saw her out of the hospital. It was also the first time I kissed her. My hand descended from her hair to her hand as I studied her beautiful flushed face lighting up that dark night. I felt the smooth leather material on her wrist, but I didn’t think much of it that night, the new overwhelming feeling I had when I kissed her was keeping my mind busy enough.
She wore it all the time when she didn’t have to work. The second time it came to mind is when we first fought. She was scared, I know that now, but it when it happened I was really confused, because even though I felt like I’ve known her forever, I barely did. I kept thinking why she would make an excuse as silly as being coworkers to not go out with me. I thought about that watch a lot that night, I thought it might belong to her ex-fiancé, and I was just a rebound, just ‘play’. It didn’t feel right; I knew we both felt something deeper.
I forgot about it until the next incident that reminded me of it. I had come back from my active tour of duty, ashamed of having run away, of giving up immediately when she pushed me away, at hiding away my pain when a dear friend passed away. The dear friend that happened to be her brother too, and I failed to be there for her. Instinctively my first destination was the hospital, feeling like I knew her enough to know she’d be drowning herself with work as well.
I didn’t expect what happened to happen, but I felt like my natural place to be there for her, to be holding her in my arms like that, rocking her until her cries died down and she fell asleep peacefully in my embrace. I could barely sleep; I wanted to watch her throughout the night. She woke up in the middle of that night, she was crying, probably because of another nightmare she still hasn’t told me about, but I can only imagine. She wiggled out of my arm, frantically searching every corner of that big dream house. I tried to calm her down, assuming she wanted drugs again, but she ignored me, I sometimes think she wasn’t hearing me at all. She found the item; the old manly watch she always wore. Her cries turned to smiles, and as happy as I was that she found something to soothe her, it piqued my curiosity to know the story behind it.
It was all pushed to the back of my mind, until that one night I mustered the courage to ask her about it. It was the short period before our last break up, I was being a douchebag, and she was rightfully about to walk away, but I was about to break seeing that I hurt her like that, seeing her back to me, and her walking away from me. I told her a part of the story, and she comforted me, making me feel like even a bigger jerk for not opening up before. We were at this busy Italian pizza place that had the best fries I’ve ever had. We were playing silly couple games like 21 questions, and I noticed it on her hands again.
“Can I ask you something,” I cleared my throat.
“That’s the game, if you haven’t noticed yet,” she chuckled, I grinned coyly- goodness, her beautiful laugh is contagious.
“Why do you always wear that watch?” I pointed at it.
“It was my father’s,” that was all she gave me that night. It was clear that it wasn’t as simple as that from the change in her demeanor, but I respected her enough to not push.
It was shortly after we got back together for the last time, the time that lasted forever. She was driving me crazy, she knew just how to tease me, I loved that about her. It came out without me even thinking about it. I love you. I loved her. We stayed up till dawn that night, making love, and talking. It was when I told her about Megan, the whole story. It was when she told me about her watch, the whole story. That night, we became a real couple, a couple I’m sure is stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. We understood each other, in a way no one else could, and completely accepted each other. I saw her that night naked, not physically, but in the full meaning of the word, and so did she, and we were beautiful.
It was the night I proposed. That night, her father’s watch made me cry as well. She told me about all her feelings towards Ryan, all the confusion, and the gut wrenching pain and suffering. She told me how she thought they were going to get sober together, about how she sometimes imagines that if he stayed alive she would hate it because we wouldn’t be together and how she feels bad for thinking that. She told me about the little she remembers of when he proposed, and she gave him the watch, she told me how Addison reacted, and how she reacted to that. I could only hold her tight in my arms and tell her that she was okay now, that she was the strongest most beautiful person I knew. She told me she gave the watch to a man in the wrong disposition once, and how she wanted to give it to me now. That made me shed a tear.
On our wedding day, she put it on my wrist, and now I always wear it, and I make sure it’s visible on my arm when I visit her grave and tell her how it helped me get through my day in her absence.

A small Sherlolly piece inspired by the Met Gala'14 (Hey Tietjens, hey) and this song. The utterly gorgeous dress you see here is by Vivienne Westwood from her Spring 2014 RTW collection.

Stay The Night (also on

It was a normal evening like any evening. Except this evening, Molly received an unexpected phone call. Or at least a phone call she had not received in a very long time.

“Hello? My-croft?” she said, slowly and quietly. 
“Good evening, Dr Hooper.” Mycroft greeted.
“What’s happened?” Molly asked. 
“Nothing’s happened,” replied Mycroft, “But I do have something to ask you.”

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One day my friend told me I was one of the strongest person she knew
I was honoured that she felt that way
But I was shocked.
If she knew about the countless number of times I fell apart late at night
If she knew the dark thoughts that circulated around and around in my head would she still think of me as a strong person
If she knew about all the times i’d fall apart randomly, just by remembering, would she still think I was strong?
I was also amused.
She doesn’t even know half the tings that have happened to me
Yes, she knows about the times my heart has got broken or some of my insecurities
But she doesn’t know the half of it
She doesn’t know what’s happened in my past that’s made me the way I am today
She doesn’t know that it still haunts me everysingle day of my life
She doesn’t know that i’m reminded of it everyday
She doesn’t know what happened let alone how it felt
So maybe, if she knew all those things she would think i’m strong,
and that makes my happy but it doesn’t hurt less.
It saddened many people, whoever decided to look closer at the cheesy smile her face held. She was breaking down inside but it didn’t stop her from laughing a silly laugh or grinning at a funny joke… And I don’t know whether to consider her the strongest person I ever knew, or the most broken.
—  E. Grin // i watched that girl in the mirror for many years, considering it was me.

“He didn’t think anyone really needed him. Can you believe that, Arden? There sat the kindest, most considerate, bravest, strongest person I knew. He was beautiful inside and out, with a heart of gold even shinier than your new chew toy [the locket that Peeta gave Katniss during the Quell]. And he thought no one would need someone like that to go on living int this world…he thought the world didn’t need him to live on, to make a beautiful girl-who would never really deserve him, if you ask me-so immeasurable happy to be his bride, to be a parent to children as good and giving, to die surrounded by those whose lives he could touch once he got to go on?" 

Katniss Everdeen to her daughter Arden on her father, who despite going through a terrible nightmare [hijacking] still fights for them both. 

Ghosts That We Knew