the hardest word to say is goodbye

She wants them to see the real her.
She wants the lilac sky and little books,
She wants to go far away from here.
She wants to escape.
Her mind is pearls and her face is the ocean.
He makes her blue.
She wishes everything were different.
She wishes she can forget everything.
Lord knows she tried.
Saying goodbye to him will always be the hardest goodbye.
But hey, it felt so true.
It felt like love.
—  c.p.s, chanel-over-boys 
Tears On My Pillow

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Dean is drunk. No, not drunk exactly, just…buzzed. He has to concentrate pretty hard on unlocking the door to the bunker and on not falling headfirst down the staircase. The whole place is silent and still, and it fills Dean with relief. After his conversation with Cas, short as it had been, he’d had to go. Had to get out of there, because the crushing guilt of everything he’s done would have sent him over some sort of edge if he’d stayed.

He told Cas he could stay the night. But come morning, before Sam wakes up, then he has to leave. He secretly hopes Castiel leaves before he wakes up too - or maybe that he’s already left - because he can’t face saying goodbye. Asking Cas to leave was the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, and it still makes his chest clench in pain as he recalls it. The pained, crushed look on Cas’ face as Dean says the words, the words he had to just come out with so bluntly because if he tried to say it in any other way he would have just broken down crying and confessed everything to the ex-angel and begged for his help.

He stumbles down the hall, trying not to knock anything over or wake anyone up. He wants to be alone. Alone with his pain and guilt, alone with the knowledge of what he’s done to his brother, inviting that angel in without his consent; alone with the resignation of asking the best friend he’s ever had to fend for himself in a world he doesn’t belong in and can’t find his feet in. He knows Cas is struggling with his newly human body. His little speech in the bunker earlier on had proved it. He had tried to smile, tried to brush off everything that happened with April, but there was a strange sense of melancholy that had settled around the former angel, one he either couldn’t or wouldn’t shake off.

Dean casts a glance at the closed door to the room he assumes Castiel is in. He isn’t sure, and is still clinging to the hope that it’s only him and Sam in the bunker now, but he sure as hell isn’t going to knock on the door to find out. He couldn’t lie to Cas about why he needed to leave, so he had to stay as far away from him as possible. Awkward questions would be his undoing, and God knows Cas is the master of those.

He turns the doorknob to his own room and stumbles in, not bothering to turn on the light. He kicks off his shoes and strips off his outer shirt and jeans, leaving his boxers and t-shirt on and trying to keep himself upright. Damn, maybe he’s drunker than he thinks. He grips the edge of the dresser and turns to climb under the sheets, achingly desperate to pass out and just not think any more. But once he turns, all thoughts leave his mind and he just stares, open-mouthed, at the sight before him.

Castiel is asleep in his bed.

For half a second, Dean swears his heart stops beating. He casts around the room in rising concern, wondering if he’s stumbled in to Cas’ room in his inebriated state but no - everything that should be there is. His iPod, John’s journal, the wall of weaponry, the half-empty bottle of Jack… he’s in his own room, and Cas is in there too. Jesus fuck, now what is he supposed to do?

He half considers waking Cas up, asking him what the hell he’s doing and kicking him out into his own room. It would be like kicking an injured puppy, and Cas definitely didn’t need any more kicking when he was down. He’s never been this low before, and Dean can’t bring himself to add to it any more than he already has. He could wander across the hallway and sleep in another room - it wasn’t like they were short on space. He wanted to be alone, after all. Didn’t he?

Or, he could do what he does next. His legs move of their own accord and he approaches the bed. Castiel is lying on his side, on Dean’s side of the bed, facing the wall. Dean leans over, just to check Cas is actually asleep, and almost overbalances and falls on top of him, the whiskey in his veins not playing fair. Cats is definitely asleep, but he doesn’t look peaceful. One hand is scrunched in the sheet, the other pillowing his face, and his brow is scrunched up in consternation. His dark hair is a mess, and he’s still wearing the t-shirt he had on earlier. And are those tear tracks on his cheeks…? Fuck. Dean isn’t sure, and he isn’t waking Cas up to ask. The bed is big enough for both of them, he can just slide under the sheets, turn away, and nod off. He and Sam have shared enough beds in the past, it isn’t weird.

Except that he and Cas have never shared a bed. They share a ‘profound bond’, which seems to get stronger as the days go by no matter how hard it’s tested, but sharing a bed is a new one. Dean lifts the corner of the covers and cautiously slides into bed, mindful of moving around too much and waking his friend. Castiel should at least be allowed a good night’s sleep before Dean casts him out into the world, alone.

That thought was painful, and Dean cuts off that line of thinking with precision.

He settles down on his back and firmly closes his eyes, refusing to look at the former angel. He wanted to pass out, to go to sleep and not have to think about Cas leaving. Them sharing a bed would inevitably mean a tough conversation in the morning, unless Dean could fake sleep well enough for his friend to slip out thinking he was unnoticed. He listens to his own breathing, then Cas’, then his own again, and can feel himself starting to drift when a noise, soft and barely audible, cuts through the silence.

“Dean…please…”

And Dean freezes. His whole body goes rigid and he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. That was Cas speaking, but it wasn’t a pleasant sound. It was distressed, and Dean wasn’t sure if Cas was crying in his sleep. The body next to him shifts, curling in on itself more, and Dean’s heart aches. Another whine leaves Cas’ lips and Dean can’t take it any more. He shifts onto his side and reaches a hand out towards his friend, his fingers finding his clothed shoulder and squeezing gently in an eerie mimic of the handprint on Dean’s own shoulder. Cas tenses, then relaxes minutely, still asleep but far from at peace. Tiny tremors quake through him, and Dean moves a little closer, his chest almost against the other man’s back. It felt strange to think of Cas as a mere man now, not the angelic force of nature he once was, and Dean swallows through a tight throat. Cas shifts again, snuffling a little in his sleep and it definitely sounds like he’s crying. Dean isn’t sure what heartbreak feels like, but it can’t be very different to this. His eyes burn, and he gives in: he pulls Cas close against him, wraps an arm around his waist and moves his other arm above both their heads to stroke Cas’ hair. It seems to soothe the former angel and he huffs out a deep, shuddering breath, one that Dean unconsciously mimics.

Cas could stay, couldn’t he? He can talk to Ezekiel again in the morning, figure something out. Cas doesn’t have to leave; he can’t let Cas leave. Castiel has put himself in danger for Dean and Sam so many times that throwing him out just can’t be the right thing to do. His drink-fuelled mind crashes through one idea after another, searching for a solution, and even though he fails to settle on one he knows he can’t let Castiel go. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Cas is relaxed against him, warm and soft in his arms, and Dean allows himself to settle back into the pleasant haze of near-dreamland he had been in before Cas’ words drew him out. His eyes close, his mind still wild with thoughts of angels and heaven and trench coats and bright blue eyes…

He wakes up slowly the next morning, on his back with his head pounding and tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. It takes him a moment to realise why he feels so shitty, and why he’s asleep on the wrong side of his bed. Then, with the force of a wrecking ball, it all comes screaming back and his eyes fly open of their own accord. Cas, Cas had spent the night with him in his bed, and Dean really needed to talk to him before he woke up and left. He turns, a hand outstretched to grip the ex-angel’s shoulder and shake him awake, but his hand finds empty air. He blinks, takes in the smoothed down sheets and fluffed up pillow, and the total absence of any of Cas’ meagre things and his throat tightens. Tears burn behind his eyes and he draws in a deep, shaky breath before collapsing back down onto the bed and letting himself cry quietly, his hangover mixed with his raw wave of emotions overwhelming him and breaking down any walls he has left.

Cas is gone.

Goodbyes
are the hardest feeling 
for someone
who believes in the magic
of love.
—  J.D.
10

#ThankYouBones Week

Day 12: 1 Bones Cast, final THANK YOU

“In our culture, we all search for closure. But closure is an illusion. Science shows us that the universe is constantly in flux. It’s what allows our friendships and our love to constantly surprise us.” 

“Quantum physicists have postulated that the way we experience time is an illusion, that it doesn’t happen in a linear way. That past and present– in reality, there’s no difference.”

Those good times with Bones are happening now. They will always be happening. And we can keep them alive forever. It’s not goodbye. Bones will live on- through the fans, cast & crew, and 246 brilliant, beautiful, incredible, awe-inspiring episodes. Always

anonymous asked:

Can I please request the rfa + saeran breaking the fourth wall and finding out their in a game? I get seven kinda did but it'd be interesting to see how all of them would react.

I feel like all of the charcaters would be extremely sad to find out that they could never meet MC, so I made this kind of angsty. I also added Seven even though he kind of does know it’s a game, I just love him too much not to add him! I hope that I answered this one okay, let me know if I didn’t!! ^^


Yoosung

  • The irony of finally getting a girlfriend only to have her for eleven days broke Yoosung’s heart
  • He regretted every single time he called you Rika
  • You were so kind to him, you didn’t treat him like a child, you were genuinely curious about his future
  • All he wanted to do was go to you, feel how warm you would be when he hugged you
  • But that day never came
  • After all, Yoosung was just a character in a game, never being allowed to see you
  • He cried so much, more than he ever has in his life
  • But Yoosung was determined to make the most out of his limited time with you via the messenger
  • When the eleventh day came, Yoosung wept uncontrollably as he called you one last time telling you that you were his sunshine and that you would always be on his mind and that he would always love you no matter what
  • But eventually, his sunshine was taken away from him

Zen

  • Zen never thought that such a perfect girl existed until he first called you and listened to your voice
  • After years of being alone, Zen finally found someone who cared about him, not just for his pretty looks but for his true self
  • He realized that he was just a character in a game, that he would never get to see you, touch you, or kiss you
  • Zen felt his world fall apart at the seams but he knew that he had to use his remaining days to give you nothing but all of his love
  • You were incredibly supportive of him when he broke his leg and even more when he had to deal with his scandal
  • Even though he was in a game, you felt so real to him making it hurt that more more when the eleventh day came
  • In his last phone call to you, Zen tried holding back his tears as he sang gently to you, saying that he finally found his princess just like out of a fairy tale
  • However, this fairy tale didn’t have a happy ending

Jaehee

  • For what felt like the first time in her life, Jaehee finally found someone she could call her true friend
  • She was just known as ‘the assistant’ to everyone else but you never saw her that way, you saw her for the strong, independent woman that she was
  • And when you encouraged her to keep up with the coffee project because it made her happy, Jaehee thought about all of the different types of coffee that she would make for you when she would meet you
  • But that day would never come, Jaehee was in a game but you weren’t
  • She tried not to let her feelings get the better of her, she had finally found a friend that understood and appreciated her
  • But as the days went on, Jaehee felt something more for you, you weren’t just a friend who she liked
  • No, Jaehee had fallen in love with you without even realizing it, making it that much more painful
  • Jaehee silently cried when she called you for the last time, telling you that she loved you so much, that she would never forget you, you then told Jaehee that she was your dream
  • And you were hers

Jumin

  • Jumin didn’t understand that he loved you the moment he read your first message
  • He thought that it was silly, how could he mange to love someone he never met?
  • But he did fall in love with you, something he never thought that he was capable of
  • Everyone saw him as the man with no emotions, but you didn’t, you knew that he had all of the emoitions that everyone else had, he just didn’t know how to express them
  • You treated him like any other person and Jumin would be eternally grateful to you because of that
  • His feelings of love towards you were in vain, since Jumin was just a character who could never see you
  • Even with his wealth, being with you would be impossible and Jumin felt nothing but sadness because of it
  • Nevertheless, Jumin kept a cool and calm composure for those eleven days, even though he was hurting so much on the inside
  • Jumin’s last phone call to you was one of the rare occasions that he cried, he tried his best to convey all of his feelings towards you, with him promising that you changed him and he’s become a better person because of you
  • You asked him on last request, that you would always remain in his heart and his last words were simply stated
  • As you wish

Seven

  • He knew from the very beginning that you and him could never be anything more then names on a screen
  • Seven was simply a character in a game, nothing more nothing less
  • He tried his absolute hardest not to fall in love with you, but he stupidly did
  • It was going to be so painful, almost as painful as leaving his brother, when he would have to say goodbye to you
  • But Seven didn’t want you to be sad, so he stayed as 707, joking with you so that you would be happy
  • The phone calls with you were something that he would cherish for the rest of his life
  • For those eleven days, Seven let himself be selfish and feel happy whenever he chatted with or called you
  • He didn’t let his past haunt him, Seven only focused on making you laugh and feel loved
  • Seven barely got any sleep those eleven nights since all he could think about was how his happiness would fade away in the upcoming days
  • The last phone call Seven made to you, he became Saeyoung and while talking to you, he let himself cry tell you how you saved him from his own darkness and although he would never be able to marry you at the space station
  • He would always love you to the moon and back

Unknown

  • The way that you made him feel when he watched you in the RFA chat room confused him
  • Saeran had only texted you once, some vague message and even though you asked him questions, he never bothered responding
  • But as Saeran watched you chat with the other members happily, it made his heart physically hurt
  • He didn’t understand, why you were making him feel this way
  • Saeran’s life had been the equivalent of hell and he never thought he would feel joy in his life
  • However, as he watched you through the messenger, Saeran realized that he felt happy, that he had somehow fallen in love with you
  • You were so kind to the other members, giving them advice and truly caring for them
  • None of it matter though, Saeran knew that he was just a character in a game and that meeting you would be impossible
  • Even though he knew the pain of when the eleventh day arrived would be immense, Saeran continued to watch you talk to the other members
  • He had less panic attacks and even cracked a genuine smile for the first time in a very long time when he watched you talk to the RFA members
  • As the eleventh day arrived, Saeran decided to call you and confess his feelings, he didn’t care since this would be the last time he would ever hear your voice, he poured his heart out to you about how much he loved you even though this was the first time that he ever talked to you and that you showed him what true happiness was
  • And even though you were going to leave Saeran
  • He promised to love you forever and always

~ Requests and Match-Ups are Open! ~ 

Expecto Patronum | Jimin

Originally posted by daerwyn

Pairing: reader x slytherin jimin | Hogwarts AU

Genre: fluff

Summary:  You were the first of your class to perfect the patronus charm & Jimin is curious about the memory you used.

A/N: Well, this ended up being longer than I expected. Slytherin Jimin is back! This takes place during their fifth year, before The Howler did.

Word Count: 3,677

Hogwarts Express | The Sorting Hat | The Howler


When your professor for defense against the dark arts announced that your next assignment was learning how to execute the patronus charm, you were ecstatic. You’d heard all about it from the books you’ve read and always wondered what your patronus would be. Although dementors no longer posed a great danger to the Wizard world, Hogwarts decided that all students should be able to conduct the patronus charm as a preemptive measure since it had saved the lives of many young wizards years ago such as Harry Potter himself.

“The patronus charm is the most famous and one of the most defensive charms known to wizardkind.” Your professor said as he grabbed his wand, drawing circles with it. “Expecto patronum!”

You watched in awe as a bright blue light streamed from his wand and began to form the shape of a lion. It let out a roar, making all the students gasp and watch with curious eyes as the blue lion pounced around. Your professor chuckled at your reactions.

“In order for a patronus charm to work, you must muster the happiest memory you can think of. The happier the memory, the better the charm will work.”

A memory instantly came to mind and you bit your lip in contemplation.

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i guess i will never find the right words to say
— 

they say the hardest words between two persons are the first hello and the last goodbye. we left the last one unsaid. i don’t know what hurts anymore. the waves go so high only to crush withing their own selves. we don’t think when we go up and we forget into the fall. hearts are breakable. words are powerful. we never know how to use them anyway. we never said goodbye

k.m

Let’s Talk About How Hasil Grew Up Tonight

My longish* review of the Sasil moments tonight

The mountain is all that Hasil Farrell has ever known. Being an important, valued member of his kin is all that he’s ever wanted. Losing his immediate family as a child, Hasil’s always felt like an “Outsider” within his own clan. Add to that bullies like Big Foster and golden children like Asa and Hasil probably thought that the day someone called his name with purpose would never come. 

But then it did. Suddenly, he wasn’t just another ‘cousin’ or the community charity case. Thanks to a serious shakeup in for the mountain and threats to their way of life, Hasil is suddenly someone who matters; someone of import. Someone in his clan finally needed and relied on him rather than the other way around. He was in sight of the most important role on Shay Mountain short of being the Bren’n. I can only imagine how much that must have meant to him. It was a dream come true. Then, it happened.

Hasil chose to walk away from his lifelong dream to take on the role of a lifetime; being a father.

G’winn had it right when she told Hasil one simple thing; If you’re man enough to create a life, you’re man enough to make a decision. Though I think G'winn’s intent was to guilt/persuade Hasil to walk away from any ties he had to the people below, it actually had the opposite effect in the end. Lord knows Hasil didn’t want to disappoint G'winn after all the faith she put in him. He probably told himself all that night and the whole way down that damned mountain (that poor Sally Ann had to walk twice in 24hrs) that walking away from Sally Ann was the only decision he could make. And then they got to the bottom of the mountain. And the moment came to say goodbye forever. And it should have been a few words, some tears and then back up the mountain. 

Hasil stopped, words armed in his throat. But what absolutely SLAYED me was the look on Hasil’s face when Sally Ann turned around and waited expectantly on that dark street with all the hope and love in the world in her eyes. It didn’t even cross Sally Ann’s. mind that  Hasil. would. leave. her. there. and. he. KNEW. it.

This HAD to be the hardest decision he’s ever made in his life. All the times before with Sally Ann, he had the option to go back; to walk the fence of Farrell vs The World without having to jump on either side. But this time, his decision would have permanent repercussions on both sides. Either indenture himself to his clan, resulting in decimating Sally Ann’s heart and giving up any future with his child or take on the responsibility of starting his own family at the cost of permanently severing ties with the only home he’s ever known. 

Hard as it was, Hasil made the most grown choice we’ve ever seen. Hasil made a decision that didn’t just affect him and his happiness, but that of the woman he loves and their unborn child. Sally Ann may never know it, but Hasil Farrell grew a foot taller and man-size pair of balls when he cradled her head and walked away from that mountain with her. And I know that I personally love him for it. 

*Gif by @supermichonnethequeen

What did you guys think about Hasil’s choice? Was it the right one? Was it naive?

Fanboy Au with Taehyung and Yoongi’s relationship getting tested by distance.

Up until recently their relationship has been pretty easy. Sure coming out to Bighit’s staff and the other members was a bit nerve wrecking but it was nothing compared to the loneliness Taehyung starts to feel once Yoongi leaves with the rest of the members for tour. 

“I don’t understand why i can’t just come with you and the boys.”  Taehyung huffs as he watches Yoongi packing his bags. The younger’s heart is breaking, he can almost feel it cracking with every shirt Yoongi tosses in his bag, yet he tries to hide it behind annoyance. 

He doesn’t see the way Yoongi himself is getting slightly annoyed with Taehyung’s whining. 

“Because we’re trying to avoid getting caught. It’s going to look suspicious if a random new staff just tags along.” Yoongi sighs as he folds up his pants and packs them as well. “Plus we both know we wouldn’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves in a place like the States.”  It’s true but it doesn’t make their goodbye hurt any less.  

Especially when they can’t even say goodbye at the airport and have to keep their parting words between themselves in Yoongi’s bedroom the night before his flight is scheduled to leave. 


The first two weeks apart are probably the hardest. Taehyung’s so used to somehow always having Yoongi close, be it down the hall in his studio or right next to him, there are too many moments where he gets excited about something and turns to look for his boyfriend only to remember that he’s thousands of miles away. 

“Right….. he’s busy.” 

Yoongi has it a bit easier with worrying about concerts and making sure the other members stay out of trouble. He has his own moments of missing Taehyung, though. Like when he’s at a pizza shop in Chicago he knows for sure Taehyung would love or when he’s seeing the sunset paint the beach he’s on a beautiful orange pink hue. 


Phone and video calls only make things harder. Taehyung listens to Yoongi talk about something that happened on tour while he sits on the couch in Yoongi’s studio and he has to bite his lip to hold back a sob because he just misses Yoongi’s voice in person. Likewise Yoongi shakes with uncertainty and insecurities when Taehyung begins talking about a new boy group Bighit wants him to work with and how nice and sweet each member are to him.  

Eventually the calls stop all together and are switched to barely there texts. Just random little messages that say “Yeah i’m okay, miss you.” and “Working right now but i’ll message you when i can, love you.”  Both of them fear a breakup but neither of them wants to actually talk about it to the other so they push it aside and work their way around it. 


And then Yoongi calls. 

Taehyung is in the middle of doing the hair of one of the boys in the new group he’d mentioned before and he knows he shouldn’t take calls while he’s working but it’s Yoongi, Yoongi who hasn’t called in weeks, and Taehyung just can’t say no. 

“Yoonie i can’t talk righ-” 

“I miss you.” 

Yoongi’s voice is shaking and it sounds like the elder is crying and  Taehyung stops talking right then while his heart breaks and mends all at the same time. 

“The fans they did this… this project with their light sticks.” Yoongi inhales a shaky breath and Taehyung wants nothing more than to reach through the phone to hold his boyfriend.  “T-They made the stadium look like a rainbow, it was so beautiful all i could think about was how much i wish you could have seen it and i just… i miss you.” 

Finally Taehyung smiles. 

“I miss you too. You’ll be home soon and i’ll be right here waiting for you with open arms and kisses.” 

The sentence is enough for Yoongi to chuckle through the phone and the elder sighs lovingly as he tries to imagine Taehyung standing at the front door of the dorm with his arms outstretched for Yoongi to run into.  It’s enough for Yoongi to make it through the rest of the tour.

“I love you, Taehyung.” 

“I love you too Yoonie.” 

Hardest Goodbye

Who: Josh Dun

Trigger warning: None (at least I think so, if not, please tell me!)

Word count: 1329 

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You never thought that saying goodbye could be so hard. But it is. And you tried your best to hide the tears that threatened to fall, just to make it not any harder for Josh and you.

He never let go of your hand, since you stepped in the airport. You never liked them. It just reminded you that you were about to fly back home, leaving Josh behind. For god knows how long.

“I don’t want to do this. Screw university, I’m gonna stay here. With you.” You looked up to your boyfriend, who couldn’t help to hide the little smile that crept onto his face. His eyes, though, they remained sad. Knowing that you couldn’t do what you just said.

“Babe… we both know how badly I want you to stay here. But you have to go back, your family misses you, your summer break is over and your classes start in a few days. I would never let you drop out of college, just for me. Your education is too important.”

“But you’re more important! We don’t even know when we will see us again. If we even see us again…”

Your gaze fell to the floor. You couldn’t help to stop your running thoughts. Or the tears that started to fall. It wasn’t that easy. You didn’t live in the united states. No, you lived all the way to Europe. Where you attended university, or college how Josh always said. You tried your best with visiting, whenever you had a break you flew over, stayed at his place or went on tour with him. But sometimes your money just didn’t allow you to visit as often as you’d like. And since you would never let him pay for you, the months grew longer without seeing your boyfriend. 

Josh did his best as well, flying to you whenever his schedule allowed him to, but since the band grew more and more famous, it got even harder to find enough time. This was probably the last visit for the next half year, he would start his tour through America and you had classes to attend. And your breaks didn’t add up this time. 

“(Y/N), we already talked about this! I will see you again and you will see me again. You will not get rid of me. I won’t let you go. I love you with all of my being, I would never let something like that happen.”

Even though you knew that Josh was probably right, you couldn’t help your fear of losing him. He could meet someone else, someone who was able to be there, someone who could go on tour with him, someone who would help him when he was feeling down. You couldn’t do much, being on the other side of the planet. Phone calls and text messages, video chats, all of that grows tiring after some time. And when this happens, you will lose him entirely. 

“I wanna stay here, with you…”

“Baby… we will work this out, I promise you. Time will fly by and I will have you in my arms again, alright? I love you so much.” 

Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Even though the kiss was simple, it held all of your emotions. The fear, the sorrow, the love. It grew more and more desperate, none of you wanted to end it. But of course, the computer voice had to interrupt you two.

“Flight 5273 is ready for boarding. I repeat, Flight 5273 is ready for boarding.” 

You buried your head in Josh’s chest, knowing that this flight was yours, back home. But was it really home? Without Josh? 

The tears just flow out of your eyes, your sobs getting more and more uncontrollable. You hated this moment. The final goodbye.

“I love you so much, you have no idea.” You murmured against his chest. “We will do this. Maybe I’m gonna skip some classes and fly to one of your shows, I don’t want to miss it.”

“You know that I don’t want you to do that, (Y/N). But I know too, that I can’t prevent you from doing what you have fixed in your head.” Josh laughed quietly. “You’re so stubborn and I love that. I will miss you, don’t forget to greet your family from me, okay?”

You nodded, smiling lightly at the thought of seeing your parents and siblings again. After all, you were a whole month away. 

For the last time, Josh cupped your cheeks and pulled your lips to his. Instead of all the emotions, it held earlier, this kiss was full of promises. You were going to see him again. You two will do this. What is distance, when you love the person more than anything else? Love is strong. Especially yours. 

With a last ‘I love you’, you grabbed onto your carry on and made your way to the gate. You couldn’t help to look one last time back, back to Josh. And the sight almost killed you. He was standing alone, head held low with tears streaming down his face. 

Even though you were already running late and the gates were about to be closed, you had to turn around, back to him. Hugging him one last time. You didn’t want the last image of your boyfriend in your head, be him crying over your departure. 

As soon as you crushed into his arms, almost making him fall, he looked back up to you. Suprised.

“Please stop crying, or I won’t leave.”

“Well, then I might as well don’t stop.” He chuckled, making you smile. You gave him a last quick, meaningful kiss. And then another one. And another one. You couldn’t stop peppering his whole face with little kisses. His cheeks, his nose, his lips. You just couldn’t let him go, you didn’t have strength to walk away.

“Even though I really don’t want you to leave, you have to go now, or else you will miss your flight. Which wouldn’t be too bad - I just want to drag you home with me and never ever let you go. But your family misses you and I wouldn’t want them to hate me for stealing their daughter.” Josh chuckled lightly, trying to make the whole situation a little easier.

“I guess you’re right, but at least you’re not crying anymore.” You smiled at him. “If I see you crying again, it won’t end good for ya, okay? I don’t want you to feel bad because of me, I’m supposed to make you happy, not cry.” You murmured the last part.

“And you do make me happy, more than anyone else ever before, never forget that, okay? Now go, before I change my mind and take you back home with me.”

Instead of telling him that you wouldn’t mind that, you leaned in for a last kiss. Before you even noticed it, Josh pulled away and ushered you to go. 

As you walked away, you blew him one kiss, since it was somewhat a tradition for the two of you. Josh acted like he caught it and put his hand over his heart.

“I LOVE YOU!” He practically screamed to you, from the other side of the hall. 

“AND I LOVE YOU!” And with that, you passed the gate. The lady at the register chuckled lightly, murmuring something like ‘young love’. Even if you wouldn’t see your boyfriend for a really long time, you couldn’t help to grin. You just had to focus on all the great memories you made on this visit and then time will fly by. You kept on replaying his words. “I won’t let you go. I won’t let you go. I won’t let you go.”

Josh was right, you were going to see him again. He loves you and you love him. Everything will work out, between the two of you and the distance. 

Request- #19 with Dean 

#19 “You walked away. Not me.” 

DeanxReader

summary- After 4 years Dean runs into the reader again, but something has changed

word count- 1500 

warnings- Angst if you look close, than fluff.


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“y/n; you froze when you heard his voice, it was a voice you hadn’t heard in  years. Slowly you turned around you knew exactly who was standing there before you laid eyes on him, and as soon as you did you instantly flashed back to that day.


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"Dean I have to leave, I can’t stay here with you and Sam for any longer.” You say trying to hide the hurt in your voice. “What are you saying y/n you can’t just take off and leave after all these years.” He said his green orbs staring into your e/c ones. “Yes Dean can, and I have to. Trust me, this is for the best. Please tell Sam that I’ll miss him. And Dean-” you paused this was the hardest thing you’d ever done, leaving Dean like this with no explanation. “ you need to know this really is for the best.  No matter what happens, I will always love you.” You paused again thinking of  how much you loved-love him before saying something you’d never thought you would have to say. “Goodbye De.”  They were your final words to him as you closed the door to the bunker, and let the first of many tears fall.

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anonymous asked:

could i get a 5 for Solangelo please :<

5

“Please don’t do this.”

Will doesn’t sound the way that he usually does. Most of the time, he’s bright like light and it shows in his voice. He talks with a song and there’s always a laugh barely held back between his lips.

Not now.

He’s downcast, eyes staring out to meet Nico’s and they’re barely any space apart, but it feels like a thousand miles. He has one arm, hesitantly reaching out and Nico wants to fall into his touch but instead he takes a step back.

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A love like that starts with a simple hello, it always does. You’ve never seen this person before, but before you’ve realized anything– you two are already a thing. Maybe she laughs too loud, maybe he’s got a potty mouth– but beneath the loud laughter, she’s a calm and gentle person, she loves to hug people, she loves to hug you. Under all of his vulgarities, he had the sweetest pair of lips, he knew the right words to say, he always made you feel safe. Maybe you’re into writing love letters, maybe you’re into love making– whatever it is, with whoever it is, it’s always sweet, there’s a hint of roughness, but it’s only ever to spice things up. Kissing means you’ve been at it for hours, you never want it to end at that point. Saying goodbye is the hardest, when’s the next time I’ll see you? I can’t get enough of you. You wanna know the saddest thing about a love like that? It always ends with a goodbye, I can only pray that the movies and books were right, this time… I will only have hello to say to you. I never want to say goodbye.
—  The hello

anonymous asked:

Can I please request an angst scenario where Bokuto and his s/o and up breaking up because they are both third years and going to separate colleges? Fluffy ending maybe where they miss each other and ending up trying long distance?

I appolagize if my writing has been lacking lately, I’ve just been really tired lately with a bad sleeping schedule and I have no energy anymore. Thank you for waiting for my slow updates. Have an amazing day <3

“(Name)! Guess what!” Just hearing the tone of his voice made you smile as you turned towards him, “What is it?” You ask before he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up from off your seat.

“I got scouted! A college saw my latest game and they want me to play for them and I accepted!” Your eyes widened and you wrap your arms tightly around him as giggles filled the air.

“I’m so happy for you! Where is it located?” You ask as he set you down on the ground, your hands in his, “Miyagi.” 

Your eyes widen and Bokuto notices the droop in your smile as you stared up at him, “M-Miyagi?” You look down sadly and drop your arms beside you, your brows arching sadly, “You’re going away?”

Bokuto didn’t think about this. He knew he was leaving Tokyo and he didn’t think much about it because you were always by his side, but you were right and he was leaving.

“Why don’t you come with me?” Bokuto asks with a smile, trying to cheer you up. You shake your head with a shrug, “I can’t, it’s too far and I’ve already decided on my college in Tokyo.” 

It was quiet for a minute or two between the two of you. You both knew that you’d have to part ways because of college and you didn’t know if a long distance would be okay. 

“But we still have a few months before you leave, so let’s make the most of it.” You say in a happy tone as you look up at Bokuto, a sad smile on your lips and he nods, “Let’s go on a date today.”

The summer passed by quicker than you had hoped Bokuto was leaving to Miyagi the next day. You sighed for the hundredth time as you placed your hand on his chest, your body cuddled beside him.

“I’ve been thinking about our relationship a lot lately,” You say as Bokuto wraps his arms around you, looking up at the ceiling. “I hope they are good things,” He laughs to himself and when he doesn’t hear a response from you, he glances down, “(Name)?”

“I think we should break up,” 

He quickly sits up and looks at you with his gold eyes; you could see how hurt he is just by that sentence along. “What do you mean?”

You sigh and adjust your position as you played with your fingers, “I mean it’s going to be super tough for us to do a long distance relationship. I just thought it would be better if we went our own ways from now. There will be nothing holding you back from doing what you want.”

“But you’re what I want,” He says teary eyed and you couldn’t help but smile at him, “I want to be with you too, but this is for the best. I’ll come to see you off tomorrow when you leave.”

Bokuto wanted to say something, but he knew you had made this a final decision and you wouldn’t take no for an answer. He leaned against you sadly and you rested your head against him, “Okay..”

You dreaded the ride to the airport; neither one of you spoke a word to each other. He exchanged hugs with his friends and family, holding you a little longer. 

“Goodbye (Name),” He says as you nodded and feel his hand slip away from yours, “Goodbye Bokuto.”

When you watched Bokuto walk through the doors, you tried extremely hard not to cry. You wanted to run after him and feel his strong arms around you once more.

But you walked away in hopes of living another happy future even if Bokuto was no longer by your side.

Three months had passed and those were the three hardest and longest months you and Bokuto had ever had to live through. 

Bokuto sighed as he got back to his apartment from a tiring day of practice and he threw himself on the couch and immediately dialed a number, placing the phone up to his ear.

“Hello?” Bokuto’s eyes widened when he heard your voice, did he accidentally call you? “Did you need anything?” You ask and Bokuto’s heart was racing a mile a minute.

“Oh, sorry! I think I must have accidentally called you out of habit.” Bokuto answers, “Out of habit? You’ve never called me before.” Okay, he’s digging his own grave right now. 

“I’m just used to having you there when I get done with an extremely tired practice that I think I just called you. Sorry for the inconvenience, I’ll just hang up now.”

“W-Wait!” You shout right before his finger was about to end the call. “I mean, it’s been a while since we talked, why don’t we catch up?”

And that’s the story of how you and Bokuto spent two hours talking to each other through the phone. You had never felt such joy before and Bokuto’s stress easily went away just by hearing your voice.

“Oh, it’s getting late. I should let you rest after your hard day at practice.” You say through the phone and Bokuto’s mind is looking for any opportunity to get you to stay on the phone longer.

“This might be really selfish of me, but I want to get back together even if we have to go through long distance,” Bokuto confesses with a single breath as he waits for your response.

“Do you really want to?” 

“I really do! Just being away from you for these past three months have been so hard for me..and I miss you so much.” You smiled and held your phone tighter as you nodded, “I want to get back together too. I’m sorry for making such a dumb decision earlier.” 

Bokuto chuckled in joy and shook his head, “When can I see you? I have break in a few weeks, I’ll fly to visit you in Tokyo!” Your lips quivered and you nodded again, “Okay, I’ll be waiting.” 

When he finally came back, your had never ran so fast to meet him before and when he caught you, he didn’t plan to ever let you go.

epilogue (magnus/avi)

TAZ post-canon, 6k.

The Bureau closes. Magnus moves in. Eventually, Magnus moves on.

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Two weeks after the Bureau finds the last relic and the subsequent shitstorm blows over, the Director announces that the moon base will be closing. “The Bureau no longer needs the space,” she says, and sighs, looking tired. “The Bureau no longer needs to carry on operations, here or anywhere.”

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Dress Rehearsal Surprise Visitor

Okay so I know the James and Sharna fanfiction section of Tumblr is well taken care of by some fantastic writers like @laceyeb and a few others who I love! BUT I got this idea stuck in my head and thought I would give fanfiction a try! I’ve never written any fanfiction before so please be NICE! Hope you guys like this.

What if James surprised Sharna at camera blocking Monday? What if some other things where a bit different?
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It was Monday afternoon and dress rehearsal was in full swing. Sharna and Bonner were in the middle of running there dance once more before the final opening number rehearsal. However, as they run through there dance on stage, Sharna’s not focusing on the steps or her partners footwork. Her head is up in the air where her partner from last season was flying to his next race. He had killed it in Long Beach the day before, coming in first, for the first time since his near fatal accident last year. Sharna had seen him Saturday, since Sunday was busy for all the members of DWTS. But Saturday felt so long ago to Sharna. She already missed him. They had talked last night via FaceTime after he celebrated his win, they talked for hours and didn’t hang up until well past 2am after James realized how late it was and knowing she had to be up early the next day, insisted she get some well deserved rest. However, she wishes she could have seen home yesterday, because seeing him would have made the ache in her heart lessen.

Running on less than 4 hours of sleep made Sharna a bit less focused than normal. She was making sure to be there for Bonner since she could tell he was still nervous for the live show even after having done it for a few weeks already but with the lack of sleep and all the drama circling this season, Sharna was exhausted. All she wanted was to go home and be with her puppies and she wanted James not to be flying away from her.

As the dance started to come to an end Sharna snapped out of her thoughts and started focusing on what Bonner still needed to improve on before they went live. When the dance came to an end Sharna was prepared to give him her comments when loud, slow clapping which obviously came from only one person was heard through the ballroom. Sharna looked at Bonner who had a confused and surprised look on his face while looking straight past Sharna. Sharna turned around and immediately had tears welling up in her eyes. There, standing in front of the judges table, wearing an black button down and a pair of dark wash jeans, was the man she thought was high in the air. James stood there with a proud and happy look on his face. James was always proud of her but knowing how hard this season had been on her made seeing her give her all, even during dress rehearsal, made his chest warm, and knowing he managed to surprise her made him incredibly happy.

Sharna let go of Bonner and started to walk over to the James. After seeing him jog down the few steps and start towards her, Sharna started to run. They met in the middle where James held her close and lifted her up to spin her around. Sharna held on to James so tightly and nuzzled her head where his neck met his shoulder. James couldn’t describe how it felt to have her in his arms, I don’t matter that he just saw her, I don’t matter that there where other people in the room, the only thought in James’s head was that he did not deserve to have this beautiful women in his arms and that he really had missed her. After holding on to one another for what felt like forever James set Sharna on her feet and Sharna pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. He had the biggest smile on his face and she knew hers was just as big.

“Your suppose to be on a plane” Sharna whispered to him so that no one around them would be able to hear but him.
“My team agreed that since I won yesterday, I deserved a day off. I couldn’t come all the way to California and only see you for a few hours”
Sharna couldn’t believe that he took a whole day off after a big race, days before another one, to come see her and be here for her. Her heart felt like it would explode any second and she couldn’t get the smile of her face.
“Your amazing. Thank you for being here. You don’t know how much it means to me.” At the end of the sentence, Sharna started to get a chocked up. James, who still had his arms wrapped around her waist, tightened his grip on her and lifted her chin up to get her gaze of the floor, where it feel too after a tear started making it’s way down her check. As James wiped the tear he looked her in the eyes. “ I wouldn’t be any where else. I know this seasons been hard and you know if I could I would be front row every Monday night.”

Sharna looked him in the eye and instead of saying anything just leaned forward to close the gap between them, James met her in the middle and placed his lips on hers in a sweet, slow, loving kiss. Neither cared that they where in the middle of the ballroom, all they cared about was each other.

If you had told James the night of the finale that six months later he would be holding his amazing, crazy, beautiful red head in his arms, kissing her, he would have said you where crazy, that they were just friends, long lost siblings, but not even he could have guessed that everything would change the next day when saying goodbye. After running all over NYC doing press with her, after spending every day with her for 3 months, that he would have been happy to say goodbye, but you would be very wrong. Standing in the lobby of the hotel waiting for his car to take him to the airport he could not get the last moments with her out of his head. He had just left her room, where they spent a few hours talking, laughing, joking and cherishing the last moments together. James had his arm draped over her shoulder the whole time they had been taking, it was a habit he had gotten in to during the season, he always had a arm around her or a hand on her back, he was always touching her, until the cameras started rolling. He couldn’t imagine not seeing her every day, not touching her, hearing her laugh, which over the season had become on of his favorite sounds. Saying goodbye to her was the hardest thing he ever had to do. Standing in the door of her room, with his arms around her waist and treats in both their eyes, he couldn’t will himself to want to leave. Sweet words of “I love you” and “I will see you soon” left both of there months and they promised to keep in touch and to talk all the time. When he finally let her go, he took a step back, looked her in the eyes, gave a small smile, and said “ I hate you”. She smiled a sad smile and said “I hate you so much too”. He gave her one last look, turned and walked away, knowing if he didn’t them he never would. When he got to the lobby he realized something huge. He wasn’t looking froward to seeing his girlfriend, he wasn’t excited about holding her or hearing her laugh. Seeing her everyday wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want to wake up every day seeing blonde hair, he wanted to wake up to bright red hair, he wanted to dance with her in the kitchen while making breakfast, he wanted to curl up and do nothing with her on a day off, he wanted HER to be at the track cheering him in and telling him he better not crash, and to be safe. James wanted Sharna. When he got home, he told Becky things weren’t working, that he never wanted to hurt her, but he couldn’t help loving the women who he spent the last 3 months with, who wrote the missing page of his story, she knew it was coming, because James never looked at her the way he looked at the beautiful dancer.

Now standing in the middle of the ballroom, holding his girlfriend of the last six months, everything was totally worth it. The months of long distance and late night phone calls and the pain he felt every time he had to leave her, became worth it because she loved him as much as he loved her. She was it for James and he knew it from the moment they met. James would gladly miss a day of potential practice if it meant seeing her, especially since this season has harder than others, since there relationship was a secret, her relationship with the cowboy partner and the soap star made more rumors than normal and it added to the stress. Secret. A secret relationship and they are kissing in the middle of the ballroom filled with all her friends, and lots of cameras. With that realization, James pulled away from Sharna. She looked at him with a confused look until someone coughed from behind her, her eyes widen and he knows she thinking the same thing. We are totally busted and in so much trouble. The two tuned to see every pro and contestant standing on the back stage staring at the partners. All the celebs had looks of confusion since none of them saw how close the two partners had truly become last season, and all the pros either looked shocked, cause they thought James had a girlfriend and had no idea that they closeness between the two was anything romantic, and smug looks where being throw around by the pros who had it all figured out before James and Sharna did. The two looked at each other.

“Well now they know. And I’m sure it will be in our package next week.”
“They would have found out at some time. They are your friends and they care about you, and I like to thing a few of them are mine as well. I don’t care if the world knows because I’m a very lucky man.”

He threw a wink at the end and pressed a kiss to her check and she laughed. James smiled at the sound and threw an arm over her shoulder, leading her to the stage to confront her friends and cast mates. Knowing no matter what, being able to say he was in love with Sharna Burgess and she was in love with him was worth it.