we love each other because he loved us first

Tidal Waves

Summary: Bucky broke your heart and then disappeared from your life without a trace. It was like he never even existed. When he suddenly comes back, you’re not sure how to respond. 

Word Count: 1,634

Warnings: swearing, angst, a lot of angst

A/N: Full disclosure - this is based on my experience with my ex. The messages are word-for-word our conversations. The last part of this story happened literally earlier today. There were a lot of emotions swirling around on my head and I needed closure. I guess this is that, or rather, it’s trying to be. This gets a bit dark, but I promise you guys I’m doing better now so please don’t worry too much about me. Today was long and emotionally draining, but I’m trying to be okay. I needed to get things onto paper, and I figured why not do it in story form? After all, writing always helps me sort things out. 

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

Bucky: We can’t be together anymore. This isn’t what I wanted. I’m sorry. Please don’t contact me again.

You remember the exact moment you got Bucky’s text. It had been just weeks before your two-year anniversary. Part of you knew it was coming. You sensed it as he grew more and more distant, withdrawing into himself.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think the show will follow the path of one sided love from Cas to Dean? After Dean carried the Mark there had been no narration from Dean's POV on his relationship with Cas and this makes me worried.

Hey, Nonnie! I think that somehow the show’s subtext during the Carver era has already given us one-sided love from both Dean and Cas at different points.  

In season 8, it seemed that Dean was the one having feelings while Cas couldn’t care less. We saw Dean mourning Cas when he thought he was still in Purgatory; Dean praying to Cas even when he knew there was something wrong with him after Cas was back; Dean making the difference between the “We need you” (as in Sam and Dean) and the “I need you” (to emphasize Dean was the one who needed Cas the most; Dean not warding places against angels because he was hoping Castiel would return to him (as Naomi told him); Dean looking like this when Naomi told him that and that she wished Castiel “felt the same way”.

We also got Dean giving Cas the cold shoulder to show him he was mad because he left and didn’t trust him;

Dean looking like this when he finally reproached Cas for not trusting HIM;

Dean listening to his brother say that he should give Cas a free pass just because it was Cas;

And of course, Dean going with Cas to help him close the gates of Heaven while he left Sam alone to deal with Crowley.

In fact, in season 9 we still saw all of Dean’s feelings before he got the Mark of Cain. We saw Dean praying to Cas; Dean begging Cas to –for once- look after himself; Dean worried about human!Cas and rushing to save him; Dean looking at Cas from afar, sorry he had sent him away; Dean trying to motivate Cas to help, saying it didn’t matter that Cas had no powers anymore; Dean sort of flirting with Cas while saying that not every hookup’s perfect;

Dean apologizing to Cas for kicking him out of the Bunker and not telling him about what was happening to Sam. All of this is canon. But while all this happened, Cas was either in Purgatory, or being brainwashed, or running away with the angel tablet, or with a mission ahead, or human, confused and unable to listen to Dean’s prayers, or worried about Sam. 

In 10x23, we learned Cas can tell who a person loves. Thanks to that information, two things finally made sense to me. The first line of the song in Spanish playing in the Laundromat scene in 9x01 goes like this: “Dime si tú me quieres, si tú me adoras como yo pienso”. In English that is, “Tell me if you love me, if you adore me like I think”. The whole song is about someone the person singing loves. This someone is keeping secrets from them, but the person singing loves them that much they are willing to give up everything for them. The first line implies the person singing THINKS the “someone” loves them back.

I think that Castiel thought Dean loved him. He probably felt it when he touched Dean, when he heard his prayers, when he felt his longing. But then, Cas was human and Dean kicked him out and human!Cas said this in 9x06:

“Nobody told you. Nobody explained. You’re just … shoved out kicking and screaming into this human life, without any idea why any of it feels the way it feels, or why this confusion, which feels like it’s … a hair’s breadth from terror or pain. You know, just when you think you do understand, it’ll turn out you’re wrong. You didn’t understand anything at all.”

Cas was supposed to be a “jilted lover” in this episode, right? In fact, all the victims in 9x06 were in great pain, but the pain wasn’t physical. It was emotional because a romantic relationship they had was over. Cas was to be a victim too because he was suffering. Ephraim was following Cas before Cas knew Nora just wanted him as a babysitter. So…. Cas was having emotional romantic pain that had nothing to do with Nora, but everything to do with the confusion he had. When he thought he did understand, it turned out he was wrong. He didn’t understand anything at all. Dean didn’t love him! In fact, by the end of the episode, Dean left him again.

I think Cas’ words indicate two things: 1) he was starting to realize HIS feelings for Dean were romantic (without any idea why any of it feels the way it feels), and 2) he realized Dean didn’t love him back (you didn’t understand anything at all).

A lot of season 9 and 10 showed Cas’ feelings for Dean but not Dean’s (at least not after Dean got the Mark of Cain). But we cannot ignore that season 8 and half of season 9 showed us Dean’s feelings, too. The thing is that Dean doesn’t know a lot of things about Cas. He doesn’t know that Cas was brainwashed into killing HIM; that Cas went shopping for all the things Dean likes, including pie; that Cas was suffering for HIM, and that’s why Ephraim wanted to kill him; that Metatron told Cas everything he did was for Dean; that Castiel was wasting away in bed, missing him while Dean was a demon; that Castiel defended Dean to Claire.

The same goes for Cas. He didn’t know or didn’t understand everything Dean went through in seasons 8 and the first half of season 9 (or he thought he got it wrong!). He didn’t see Naomi tantalizing Dean for expecting Cas to feel the same way. He didn’t hear Dean’s prayer when he told him he didn’t care about the angels falling, that they would figure it out, and that Dean needed him. He didn’t see Dean telling Metatron that taking Cas’ grace was number 1 on the list of things he blamed him for. He didn’t see Dean saying Cas’ name before Sam’s when he was talking to his subconscious (Benny). He also didn’t see Dean defending Castiel to Claire. In fact, we, the audience, hardly ever see inside Dean’s head because he’s always pretending. We have very little scenes where he’s honest and lets us see what he truly thinks or feels.

By the end of season 10, both Dean and Cas know that they love each other. BUT they both have gotten it wrong! They both think that they care about each other, but that beyond that they can offer each other nothing but friendship. That’s why we got Dean’s confession of wanting to experience people and feelings differently for the first time in the same episode where we got Isabella and Piero’s story of unrequited love. Btw, Dean confessed that while bearing the Mark of Cain, so nope… his feelings haven’t changed. It’s just that when you have a crush on someone and you think that someone doesn’t love you back, there’s a moment when you kind of resign yourself to be near that person just as friends. You get to understand that nothing beyond that is gonna happen. Something like that happened to me with my ex-husband (nowadays, still best friend). We were friends for 6 years before we started dating. I had a crush on him for 5 years (and I even dated other people just to try to get over him. Spoiler alert: It didn’t work!) I knew that he cared about me, that he loved me, but I thought he saw me only as a friend or a little sister. It took him 6 years to finally tell me that he had feelings for me. I almost got married twice (with somebody else) in those 6 years. He never told me before because he was afraid of losing my friendship and because he thought I didn’t love him that way. He thought my dating other people was proof that I didn’t have romantic feelings for him. We were just a couple of emotionally constipated idiots! Sounds familiar?

I totally believe the subtext in the Carver era has put both Dean and Cas at the far ends of a story of unrequited love. Or at least that’s what these two idjits think! Their love is not one-sided AT ALL. The audience has seen proof of how much they love each other, but Dean and Cas haven’t. What they’ve seen proves they care about each other, but that doesn’t mean they romantically love each other. How are they going to realize that their love is NOT unrequited? I have no idea! One of them has to finally say it at one point. So, let’s hope season 11 gives us a will-they/won’t-they dynamic worthy of our patience.

a love letter to brown eyes | shawn mendes


requested by anonymous

word count: 1,539

author’s note: bet y’all weren’t expecting this on a monday, huh? i hope this is okay, anon! I’m sorry it’s pretty much all dialogue.

Your name: submit What is this?

There were not many secrets between you and Shawn. He knew about the time you threw up in front of your entire second-grade class during a field trip, you found out about all the drama with his friends from school, and you had shared - in length - the most awkward highlights of your terrible first kiss behind the bleachers in middle school.

And somehow, even after all the confessions and conversations a two-year relationship entailed, you were still discovering new sides to the floppy-haired boy that first shyly approached you at a mutual friend’s party two years ago.

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Lion Man

Originally posted by ghisborne

Originally posted by andersjohnson

Summary: You’re about to get married to Fili, but your nerves start kicking in.

Pairings: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 770

Warnings: None

Requested by: Anon

A/n: The request was kind of confusing because they lyrics that I translated were nothing like the one I was provided but I did my best. This is my last Drabble for the weekend because I already wrote like six of them and I need to focus on my series. Also writing this, I did some research and I realized that I severely fucked up in Little Brat because it’s Hobbits that have their coming of age at 33, not dwarves, but I can’t fix it now because I’m already too far in and we’re going to pretend that I’m right. Lol bye.

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series

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Utterly Normal, Part 2

Sam Winchester x Reader

1800 Words

Story Summary: Stuck in a perfect world, Y/N tries to figure out what is real and what is brought on by the djinn. But it doesn’t matter because she wants to stay in her perfect world.  

A/N: Part 1 was written for @impala-dreamer and her Sam prompt challenge. 

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Unable to shake the feeling that this wasn’t right, you couldn’t control the frown that continued to stay on your face. Even as Sam tried to make you feel better, you couldn’t get your mind off what you had seen. What you had felt. It had all been so real, but so did this life.

If this life was real, why did you remember your life as a hunter? How could you remember the hurt of knowing Sam would never love you, or from knowing you were going to end up alone? It was all confusing, but with Sam at your side, you couldn’t seem to concentrate on that. You could only concentrate on the feel of his arm around your shoulder, his warm body pressed against your own. Or the heavy feel of your unborn child deep within you, constantly moving. If this wasn’t real, how could you be feeling your unborn child?  

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Not Fair (Simon/Miniminter)

Requested?: Yes
Warnings: YOU MAY CRY
Pairing: Simon and Reader

Like Happier. This is probably someone of my best work. I actually stayed up all night to write this. I’m very proud of this. I also like this new writing still I’m doing. Let me know if you all like it or not.

Listen to Hallelujah while reading this. (The one by Chris Viola) I swear this imagine will be even better.


Simon’s POV

I never thought this day would come. My heart aches with what I’m about to do.

I never thought that I would be standing here, holding my two year old son, burying the love of my life.

I never thought that she would leave this world before I did. Maybe not even as early as she did.

Although she had no control over her death.

She was on her way home from a late night at work, when it happened. Someone decided that they were going to text and drive. So they ended up crossing the center line and hitting her head on. She didn’t have time to react and try to avoid them. The impact happened so fast.

They rushed her to the nearest hospital. She was immediately taken back and I couldn’t see her.

They told me that they did everything they could for her. They said that she just kept bleeding.

She died that night.

The night that I was going to ask her to marry me. I was going to ask her to officially be mine forever.

That one person took her away from me. They took that opportunity away from me,

Worst part about her death. The other driver got to live. The other driver gets to see the next day. Maybe behind bars, but they still get to live on. It’s just not fair. It’s not fair that they get to keep on living while she doesn’t.

It’s not fair that my son now has to grow up without his mother. All he will ever have is just pictures and the few videos she let me take of her.

How I wish she would have let me take more.

If she had then our son would have more and know more about her.

I do plan to tell him everything about her though. No matter what he asks about her, I will answer every question he has. Although I will save telling him how she died, until he is old enough to understand exactly how. But he will always know how much his mom loved him.

She was so scared to have him, she thought she was gonna be the worst mom on the planet. I, along with they guys, assured her that she would be the best one ever. Even if she did mess up here and there.

I’ll let him know how much he looks like her. How his eyes are just like hers, his nose is shaped like hers as well.  If he ends up picking up something she loved to do, I will tell him about how much she loved to do it and how much she wanted him to one day pick it up. Maybe he will pick up football like me, and I’ll tell him how she wanted him to just be happy doing whatever he wants.

I hadn’t even realized how much I was crying until I felt an arm wrap around me.

I look down to see her mom, with tears running down her face.

That broke my heart even more. Seeing her mom like that.

Her mom did not deserve to be burying her daughter. If anything it should be her burying her mom, not the way it is happening.

Her dad.

Oh her dad.

I have never seen him cry in all the years I’ve known him. Though that night I saw him cry for the first time. He hasn’t said a word to anyone but her mom since. That’s not like him though. He’s normally so talkative, but this has completely broken him.

She was his princess. He wanted her to have everything under the sun. I was the first boy that he approved for her. He hated that I asked her to move to England with me, but let her go because he loved her. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy.

I’m now sitting in front of a screen we made. Playing all kinds of pictures and videos of her.

From the first day I met her, to the last day I saw her.

So many memories went along with each. It hurt to think about them, but that’s how I know what we had was real. How I know that we loved each other unconditionally.

One picture gets to me more than any other one.

The one of her, our son and I. Josh took it, hours after he was born. Both of our smiles were stretched across our faces. I had never been so in love until I saw him. I remember her crying when she first saw him. I remember how she practically yelled at me because I was holding him wrong the first time.

The next picture shows us when we first brought him home. All the guys and their girlfriends were there, ready to greet the three of us.

I remember her scolding everyone to be quiet because he was asleep in her arms. He always was more calm in his arms. I just hope that I can calm him down as easily as she did.

Next picture was of her with some fans at a meet up.

The fans. They still don’t know. I haven’t been on social media since. The guys have barely been on.

I see the comments and tweets asking if I’m okay. I just don’t know how to respond.

She was always loved by them. Everyone was so happy that I had finally found someone. My heart breaks for them when they find out. I plan to tell them soon, I just don’t know when, or how.

All I know is that they are going to devastated by the news.

For now, I’m just letting it settle in with the guys and me.

It’s still not real for us. In our minds she is still here, smile and all.

For me though.

It’s unimaginable.

It’s hard for me to think of a future without her in it.

I know that if I ever end up with someone else, that person will know everything about her. They will know how much I loved her, and how she was taken away from me suddenly.

They will know how I will always love her, no matter what. That our son will always know who is mom is, even if he doesn’t remember her.

That she can never be replaced.

I am now standing at her grave. Several years later. Our sons ninth birthday to be exact.

He wanted nothing more than to come and see his mom. He wanted to bring his step mom to meet his real mom.

Yes I found someone else. And yes she knows everything her.

I watch with a small smile on my face as I watch him talk to his mom, as if she can head him.

He turns and smiles at me, beckoning me to follow over.

Once I get over, all the emotions of the day she was buried wash over me.

I begin to cry again.

My son notices me crying and wraps his arms tightly around me. Telling me that everything will be okay, and how she would hate to see me cry.

He truly got her heart.

He’s the spitting image of her.

He’s got her personality as well.

So it’s almost like she is still here.

Still here through our son.

Thoughts on "Love Yourself - Highlight Reel"

♡ I see that some of you are surprised with the sudden “love” stories but I think it has a good reason.

♡Between all the songs related to “problems of youth” we had I Need U ,which is a song about needing their girlfriends/crushes’ help and/or love even though it wasn’t reciprocated.

♡And to be honest ever since HYYH era I always thought that INU didn’t quite fit in the whole storyline.

♡ So in my opinion the appearance of “love stories” completed the presence of I Need U.
I’m sure yoh can all agree that if we talk about “youth” we can’t forget having crushes, loving someone, unrequited love etc.

♡The only thing that bothers me is the absence of depth in some of the relationships we saw:
▪ Seokjin and Jungkook = love at first sight ??
▪Their stories felt kind of rushed and non-realistic to me unlike the other members’ stories with girls.

♡ I would also like to point out that:

▪Yoongi’s FIRST LOVE is both the piano and the girl
▪Taehyung has a STIGMA (murdering) just like the girl has one (stealing)
▪Namjoon’s acting and the way they looked at each other when the girl was walking away reminded me maybe they both saw their “REFLECTION” on each other
▪Jimin burying his love in his heart because he likes Hoseok’s girlfriend/crush (??) shows us that he really lives in a “LIE”
▪Jungkook’s first meeting with the girl can be related to “BEGIN”, to a new page in his life
▪Hoseok’s mom leaving him when he was just a little child is of course related to his song “MAMA”. I think the mother left him because of financial issues, so Hoseok says “you can now lean on me” and wishes for her to come back
▪For Seokjin, I’m not sure honestly :/

♡ I think there are more videos to come because they tagged the video as “introduction”, so I really hope we’ll see a more meaningful storyline and how this is all related to “LOVE YOURSELF” concept~ ^-^

Humans Are Weird

(I’m going to call this part 1 because I plan to write more if these posts and I wish to use the same characters, have them sort of link together. So if you like the post, check back for more later!)

(Fandoms, ships, etc.)

Zar'ak didn’t mind the Humans on his ship, they could behave well enough - except for that one male, Tyler, for the most part they did their various duties and treated the crew with respect. Yes they complained from time to time but so far they hadn’t been violent towards the alien members, and they insisted that their violence was all in “good fun” when they fought amongst themselves.

They came from a dangerous wold in the F-Sector and could endure extreme conditions, which made them useful, but also terrifying if he thought about it too hard. Cold wind and heavy snow? No problem, just layer more fabric and fur and they were ready to go. Harsh sun and extreme heat? So long as they had access to water they’d survive, their skin darkened or reddened a bit sometimes, but it didn’t slow them down. They’ve invented a plethora of killing gadgets and machines (none of which were allowed within a hundred meters of the ship), done unthinkable acts to their own species and the other species’ on their planet, but so long as you posed no threat to them or hindered their own personal agendas, they were mostly an agreeable species, he supposed.

If Zar'ak was honest, the thing that bothered him most so far about the Humans was how little he could understand of them. The smallest, most insignificant things could affect them in such large ways, reducing them to small acts of violence, often throwing things they happened to be holding, or breaking down entirely, their eyes leaking. Meanwhile a member of their species could be killed by a Varalian Panther, and if they didn’t know the human well, they usually wouldn’t be anything more than a little upset. Looking at the remains of poor Sophie was more than enough to instil such a fear of the Panther in his heart that he vowed never to set foot o their homeworld again, while the Humans would simply move on. Some even said the Panther was cute.

Zar'ak was constantly, he must admit, spying on the Humans in his crew. He had more than some other ships in the fleet, ten Humans in all. There were four females - Amy, Crystal, Laura and Hannah - and six males - Spencer, Gavin, Ian, Marcus, Jonathan and Tyler, the one the others referred to as “rebelliously difficult.” And he was, Zar'ak would not have missed him if he were to be sent to work for another crew. But here he stayed.

He spent much time following the humans, observing them and keeping notes on what he saw, trying to discern some form of pattern in their behaviour, but he hadn’t been successful thus far, they remained a mystery to him. He hadn’t yet given up though, scared as he was to be caught snooping and eavesdropping, he wasn’t sure such an act would anger the Humans, but he didn’t wish to find out.

Currently he was standing a few feet away from Amy, who appeared to be reading a manual, a weird one, thicker than normal but smaller in width and length. The cover was not at all like a manual, and it had the words “Ignite Me” along the front and spine of the cover. Her face was tense and drawn, as though experiencing some sort of emotional turmoil beyond not being capable of understanding the manual, if that is what it was. He nearly lept out of his scaly skin when she let out a short screech of frustration and slammed the covers closed.

“Human Amy, is something wrong? Your noise sounded distressed, is there something you cannot understand in your manual?” He step forward, not daring to be caught spying when she was in such a state, and instead pretending as though he just happened to show up at that moment.

“ Manual?” She questioned in a calmer voice than her earlier noise had been. “ Oh, you mean the book?” She lifted it slightly, her head tilted to the side.

“Book? What is this book? What does it teach you of?” Zar'ak questioned, preparing to scribble down her explanation.

“Oh, books don’t have to teach you something, some of them are just stories you read for fun.”

“For fun? What is the purpose of reading something that will not educate you?”

“You know, fun. To do something you enjoy for a while? Sometimes you can relate to characters in the stories, that always makes a book better.” She glanced at his hand, which was paused midway through his notes. “Do you guys really not read for fun?”

“To be perfectly honest, Human Amy,” Zar'ak looked down nervously, “I’m not entirely sure what that word means, story. And how it could be enjoyable to read anything that does not further your knowledge of the universe.”

“Oh, okay so you know history books then, right?” At his nod, she continued, “Well stories are kind of like that, events and people and stuff, but none of it is real, none of it has happened or existed.”

“I see…?”

“So we read them for fun, sometimes to distract ourselves, other times to escape into their world.”

“Your story books have portals to other worlds?” He backed a step, unwilling to be near a portal that could release who knows what from who knows where. “That sounds horribly dangerous! Even for your species.” It took Zar'ak by surprise when Amy started laughing, apparently these creatures feared nothing!

“Oh Zar'ak, they aren’t literal worlds, we just read the words on the page and our imagination paints the stories in our head so it’s like being in the world, even though we aren’t.”

“So that screech of distress and/or frustration you made when I found you, did something in your imaginary story world hurt you?”

“No no, I’m just conflicted, I used to ship Juliette and Adam - two of the main characters, but now I kinda want to ship Juliette and Aaron, but she can’t have both and AGH how do I choose?”

“I don’t understand, ships are water or space vehicles, unless you mean to ship the two characters to somewhere else in your imagination?”

“Oh, back home the fandoms use “ship” as another way of saying you want to have those two characters date each other, you know, choose each other as their mate.“

Zar'ak was struggling desperately to keep up with his notes, and none of it made sense. “Fandom?”

“It’s a term we use to describe a fan group of certain books and TV show, or movies. If you are a fan of the book, you’re part of that fandom.”

“I see, I think I understand.” He was nowhere near understanding. “So this failure to ship both, I assume males, with that female character distresses you?”

“Yeah, at first Adam was perfect for her but now I love Aaron so I want Juliette to love him because he needs someone to love him since I can’t.”

Zar'ak paused, looking from his notebook to Amy’s face. “You love a character in a story? An imaginary place that exists only in the book? Despite your statement that none of it is real?”

“Another way of knowing you’re in that fandom, you fall for the characters as if they were real.” She smiled, thinking of her many fictional boyfriends.

“What purpose does it serve? How does your mating drive allow you to fall for this one fake Human?”

“Oh, there’s more than one fake that I love, I’m part of many fandoms. And like reading the books in general, its just something we do, it makes us happy. Sometimes, if the characters we love die, well that always just, Ugh. John Green is horrible for that.”

“ I see,” he mumbled, his brain overloaded with confusion. “ Thank you for your time, Human Amy.” Zar'ak turned and wandered out of the room, more befuddled than before, wondering if there was any hope of getting to understand a species that could read fake history when it gained nothing but “fun” and create populations called fandoms that seemed to revolve around these fake history “stories”. A species that could fall in love with people who never existed.

anonymous asked:

My English teacher left me very confused when learning about Romeo and Juliet. He said that it wasn't a love story because they didn't love each other; Juliet just basically used Romeo, but I don't know what to think. Can you please explain to me if it's a love story, tragedy, or both?

Did your teacher say that Juliet used Romeo? How rude.

The first thing we have to remember is that the feud is the exponent of an unhealthy ideology that promotes violence, hatred, prejudice, and brutal misogyny. Don’t ever forget the world they lived in. Romeo and Juliet are not normal teenagers living in a normal world and making stupid decisions. They are children whose mental health ends up destroyed by the ideals of their families. I just won’t stand anyone who refers to them as ‘dumb’ because it’s a very insulting way of dismissing the destructiveness of social oppression and abuse. It’s so evident that their families caused their deaths that at the end of the play nobody has the guts to blame them for their own deaths and dismiss their emotions as shallow or dishonest. What they have done is too monstrous for them to deny. When both patriarchs find the young lovers dead together in the crypt they see the wrong in their actions and take responsibility for it. They know they killed their children. It was not teenage folly that ruined Romeo and Juliet. It was a sick society that glorified violence and prejudice.

Perhaps your male teacher is annoyed by the fact that Juliet hardly fits in the role of a sixteenth-century obedient wife who goes along with whatever her husband has to say. On the contrary, Juliet has a voice of her own. It is evident from the first conversation between the lovers that she has a very particular, specific way of thinking, and which doesn’t necessarily match that of Romeo. For instance, she gently mocks his stereotyped courtship when she says “you kiss by the book.” I would say she is a far better poet than him—he actually learns from her. Think about the way she corrects him when he tries to swear his love by the moon. She literally rationalizes everything. Romeo needs to get on her level. Later on, he will ask her to “sweeten with thy breath / This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue / Unfold the imagined happiness that both / Receive in either by this dear encounter,” to which Juliet answers that “conceit, more rich in matter than in words, / Brags of his substance, not of ornament”. You see, she doesn’t always agree with him, and she presents her own points of view resolutely. She is the one to give lessons.

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Sebastian Stan Imagine

There was a tension in the house, it was so strong, you felt like you could even physically see it. The reason for that was Sebastian, your ex, and your current boyfriend Joe. When you and Sebastian broke up it felt like the break up was easy and you could stay friends, but just as you started to date Joe, things changed. Sebastian started to come by your house without a warning He could call you in the most inappropriate times. Sometimes you would run into him at places you knew he didn’t even know existed. Every time he would have the same excuse.

“Juts by accident” you knew he was lying and Joe was starting to feel it too. He started to ask questions about you and Sebastian. Joe wasn’t really happy about having Sebastian every where you go. Every time it ended up in fights, but you would make Joe calm down and tell him that you and Sebastian aren’t together and wont ever be. But now seeing Sebastian everywhere you go, you weren’t so sure about all the things you said to Joe.

This time, Sebastian had once again came to your house without an invitation. He had found out you were having a party so he decided to invite himself. Since you didn’t have any problems with having him there you allowed him to stay, but Joe on the other hand openly showed he wasn’t happy.

“Tell him to leave or I will” he said as you put more food out on the table.

“No. He’s not doing anything wrong and by the way this is my house So I make the rules You’re not going to throw out people, because you just can’t seem to get a long with them” Joe walked away from you without another word. You let out a deep sigh, this was getting complicated.

“You okay?” Sebastian stood behind you, with the same look he gave you when you two were dating and something was upsetting you.

“I’m fine” he tilted his head,

“I know you’re lying. I know you, I know you better then he does” Sebastian was starting to movie closer to you. The words you said weren’t what yo actually felt or wanted

“Sebastian stop.” he moved closer not listening to a word you said. 

“I’d stop if I were you. Or I’ll fucking kick your ass” Joes angry voice came right behind you and Sebastian. A smirk showed up on Sebastians lips. He turned around but still was very close to you.

“Oh really? Aren’t you afraid you’ll brake a nail?” Joes boiling blood was slowly raising up. They looked at each other both had death looks in their eyes.

“You think you can walk in and just have er back. You two broke up, she’s now mine. She loves me and not you” Joe was walking closer to Sebastian with his palms turned in to fist ready for a fight, looking at Sebastian he seemed calm, he wasn’t going to fight and you knew why. Sebastian knows you don’t like fighting, you hate it when guys fight. Sebastian had always took it in notice, he took everything you said in notice and never forgot it. For a moment you drifted back to the memories with Sebasitan, about all the amazing dates, sweet stolen kisses. You remembered how special he made you feel, but looking at what Joe made you feel it was nothing compared to Sebastian. Joe would make you angry most of the time, he never cares about what you wanted or felt. When you looked up back at the two men who were now almost yelling at each other, making every one else look at them. At that point you had enough.

“Stop” you yelled out getting them to stop. “I want you to leave”

“Yeah, get the hell out” Joe yelled out and walked to you, but stopped when you lifted a n arm up to him.

“No, Joe I want you to leave” he wasn’t looking very happy about what was happening, Sebastian on the other hand was looking very happy. He stood behind Joe and smiled, those were the words he wanted to hear.

“Fine, but you will regret this” Joe walked out leaving everyone in silence, the feeling of embarrassment hit you, so you looked down at the floor, you couldn’t look all the people in their eyes.

“Okay, every one back to the party. Everything is fine here” Sebastian said and people listened to him, just in few seconds the party was back on track. You stood there looking down not sure of what will happen now, how will you deal with it all, but you didn’t have to. Sebastian walked to you, lifted your head up and kissed you. You were surprised at first but soon wrapped your hands around his neck. You didn’t realize how much you missed him, how much he means to you.

“I love you” he said breaking the kiss. “I should have said that when we were breaking up, because I never wanted us to be over. I love you” you smiled up at him and pulled him for a kiss.

Rest of the night you and Sebastian spent together. Even if the house was full of people you still only saw each other. It was like you two had never broken up.

Gilded Butterfly: a JB fic

Chapter 1

Here’s what they don’t tell you about being cheated on: nothing can ever be the same.

Originally posted by sugaglos

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Joe’s shrines and relics

Meta-analysis of Joe’s arc throughout the seasons of Halt and Catch Fire, as far as 4x06, and thus a warning for spoilers. Also, this is a long one, because Joe Macmillan is after all a complicated guy.


Where Gordon’s shrine was always an almost sacred location to him before meeting Joe and it became a shrine when the right person did an all nighter in his garage, Joe did not have a pre-determined location. Joe just feels he wants to work with someone when he meets that person. The person comes before the location. And he will seek them out anywhere, wherever they are. He wants to work with Gordon since he saw him at Comdex 81 and he wants to work with Cameron when meeting her at his lecture in Austin Tech. He seeks and needs people who have a conviction and dare to oppose him. After all, we know Joe – dog with a bone. Gordon and Cameron both do that, but in different ways. Gordon grounds him, Cameron inspires him. Gordon can say “Enough! What you want right now is not realistic at this point in time.” Cameron says, “What you want right now is not enough. We can do so much more.” So, he has chemistry with both of them, but only the chemistry he has with Cameron is inspirational and sexual. Because of the background story we have about Simon, it is not sex that inspires him, but rather inspiration that turns him on.

The basement setting as a shrine begins to be established for Joe within the first ten minutes of the series: he meets with Cameron in a bar to scout her professional potential, has a peek-a-boo argument with her, gets drunk and before long he has sex with her in the bar’s basement. Basement screams instinctual, primal, uncontrollable, and subconscious. The connection created and sought here by Joe and sought after in later seasons in this location comes forth from a primal subconscious need, often masked by rationalizations, rather than a deliberate conscious process.

Just to clarify how primal this first sexual encounter with Cameron was, I’ll remind you of the mating of cats: lunges, luring, cornering, mounting, and painful barbed finish for the female who lashes out and screams at the tomcat. That is pretty much how Lee Pace and Mackenzie Davis acted it to me. Later once hired, Cameron decides to work on the BIOS in the basement instead of her designated cleared out cleaning room. It is in this basement that she initiates and establishes a sexual incubating pattern: whenever Cameron is mentally and mathematically stuck on a problem, having sex with Joe gets her unstuck, lifts her mentally into having a higher overview. And they celebrate their anticipated success for Comdex 83 in the basement (before Bos gets arrested).

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Let’s make a baby part 2 | D.H.

A/N : i got this lovely message by an anon. So I decided to make a part two of Let’s make a baby. I hope you like it. (I hope it meets your expectations anon !) You can find part 1 here

I looked down onto the pregnancy test that I held in my shaking hands. I had previously waited for a few minutes. I don’t know how many pregnancy tests I’ve taken this month, all negative. Every time I tell myself that this time could be it. The excitement always washes over me as I wait for a little plus to appear but it never did. There was a minus instead and I threw my hand back in frustration as I saw the shit ass symbol appear for the 20th time. I don’t even know why I even take those tests anymore. Why do Dan and I even try ? “It’s never gonna work out” I whispered and started to sob silently. After all those times of trying to get pregnant, you start to wonder if there’s something not working inside of your body, or Dan’s, but most probably yours. Believe me those thoughts are terrible, but I can’t think of anything else. I see babies everywhere, Dan can’t stop talking about how cute they are, we just both want a child so desperately. But what if I can’t have one ?

I cried for at least 20 minutes before I finally managed to open the bathroom door. When I walked into the lounge Dan just eyed me and immediately knew that we had failed once again. I knew he was disappointed but he tried not to show it.

*1 week later*  

It’s been a week since I took my last pregnancy test now. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I was so tired of always hoping for something that will never happen. We still tried though. Dan loved sleeping with each other without a condom. But to be honest I couldn’t enjoy it anymore. It felt like we were only having sex to get me pregnant but not because we love each other. When I remembered the night we decided to try for a baby, I realized that it felt different, better. This was not Dan’s fault, it was mine. A few months ago we were so excited, hopeful, passionate and in love. Now everything felt different and when I wake up during the night because I somehow lost the ability to sleep, I think about that. ‘He is the moon’ I thought and eyed Dan’s peacefully sleeping figure. 'I’m the sun. Maybe this is a sign that we are not destined for each other. I guess the moon and the sun can never shine at the same time.’

I was a mess. I distanced myself. I couldn’t sleep. I worried all the time. And Dan noticed. Of course he was mad at me, I was so unhappy that it made him unhappy, too. We barely spoke to each other, literally the only contact we had was when we had sex. Yes, we still tried, but only because nobody of us wanted to be the first one to admit that it’s not working. We were both only shadows of our past selves.

Dan was out tonight, I didn’t even ask him where he was going to before he left. I was sitting on the sofa in the lounge with my laptop on when he returned. He entered the room and placed his keys and phone on the table in front me. I just looked up from my computer screen but I didn’t have enough energy to greet him. I noticed that he looked beautiful today though. Even when his face got angry he still looked beautiful. He evilly glared at me before he started to shout. “Can you stop being like that ?!” his eyes were dark and his cheeks flushed. At first I didn’t know how to react. “I can’t, Dan” I screamed and tears started to fall from my eyes. I stood up from the couch to leave and hide in our room but he wasn’t done yet. He gripped my hand to stop me from walking out. “Do you think you are the only who is frustrated because we can’t have a baby!?” his voice nearly broke. He was the first one to say it.  “I’m frustrated, too” he continued. “Dan, don’t.” I whispered and tried to get away but his grip was too tight. “All you do is distance yourself and I’m so tired of always talking against a wall. You used to love me remember, Y/N ? !” he yelled. “I still do” I cried shocked by the fact that he actually believed that I didn’t love him anymore. “We said we would do this together and be there for each other. But it seems like you have changed your mind” he glared at me. “That’s not true at all” was all I could shout before he pressed me back against the wall and his body against mine. “Then show me” he breathed before our lips smashed against each other. I tangled my fingers up in his hair as our tongues fought for dominance. Lust washed over both of us and it felt like we were finally as passionate as before again. We made out roughly his hands were on my sides and kept wandering down towards my bum. “Jump” he whispered sexily into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started to carry me towards the bedroom. This time there were feelings involved again. We loved each other all night. A few days later I realized that sometimes the moon and the sun can create something beautiful together. And maybe our child will be a star are a cloud. Who knows ? I just know that me and Dan have never been as happy as we were when I walked out of the bathroom carrying a pregnancy test that finally showed a plus.

Against the odds A Draco Malfoy imagine

We were 11 the first time I saw her as we entered the train off of platform 9 ¾ my parents words hanging in the air to “make us proud”. I was a part of a legacy, a legacy of purebloods and death eaters meant to eventually carry on as my parents have and make the dark lord proud. But all it had taken was one look at this girl to change everything. I had never wanted to know someone as much as I had her. She had been sorted into gryffindor, a natural enemy for us slytherins but I still found myself thinking of her over the course of the year trying my hardest to forget - though I could not - and be the person everyone expected me to be around her because of her half blood status. I tried, but I could not bring myself to hurt her. It was in our fourth year at Hogwarts that she had found someone who made her happy, happier then I could have ever seen her. George Weasley, a natural joker and prankster, and a good man. I had never been in as much pain as I had the day before we all left for Christmas when he finally swept her off of her feet and asked her to be his. I longed to be in his position, I longed to call this girl mine, I also knew better then anyone that this wouldn’t last long, he was also a natural douche, one who liked to play around. But it still felt wrong to out cast her so I made it a goal to become at least her friend if that was all I could ever be. We have always been on good terms Y/N and I, no matter the hate I had for her friends - the golden trio - and the hate they had for me. She didn’t like to judge, she believed me to be a good person under my tough exterior, and that’s the person I wanted her to see. I started by sitting with her in class, cracking jokes and smiling everytime I heard her amazing laugh that could brighten up any room. That was how I landed the two of us a detention cleaning Snapes classroom after a fifth year disaster. We laughed through the whole thing, I had even made it clear how I wanted to be her friend. “I knew you were a good person underneath all of that.” She stated as she wrapped her arms around me. As detention ended we parted ways with a smile and a wave. It was not long before I heard it, the laughter of another girl and the voice of George as they kissed in a dimly lit part of the hallway. Four months they lasted before he did this, four months of my pain and suffering, stolen glances and yearning. Four months he had so carelessly thrown away. How I wanted to punch him, but instead I snapped a picture, printed it off and spread it all over the school from end to end so all could see just how vile George Weasley is. She came to me that day, tears streaming down her beautiful face. I wiped away all traces before I wrapped her in a tight hug and kissed her hair murmuring soothing words into her hair. The trio found us like that, Ron was pissed “So this is who you turn to after George broke up with you? A snake? How could you be so stupid?!” He shouted furiously earning. Angered gazes from myself, Harry and Hermione. She was quick to walk over and slap him across the face, earning a smirk from me. That was when I decided I wanted her as mine and no one else’s. The decision was made long before though, I just had finally plucked up the courage. The next couple of months were spent with the two of us as I helped her heal the heart that had been so viciously broken by the red headed weasel. That was when I had invited her (with permission from my parents as her family was very respected in the wizarding community) to spend the summer at Malfoy manor. Her response was as I expected -as soon as she asked and gained permission from her parents- a yes. As the last day approached I found myself daring as far as to hold the soft and caring hand I had been staring at for months. Things escalated from there as we found ourselves in a happy bubble full of ourselves. The trio was not happy with her decision to spend the summer with my family but she did not care telling them “ I make no fuss about anything you three do, he has made me the happiest I think I have ever been, even after George had broken me he has stuck by me, which is more then I can say for you Ron. Just let me be happy.” The summer went by fast the two of us spending every waking minute together, my parents approval of her made me even more happy as my father expressed how he would not be upset but happy should the two of us decide to be with each other. It was later that week after returning from diagon ally that I had finally asked her to be mine. The happiness radiated off of her as she spoke “ I was beginning to think you’d never ask, you block head.” Our happiness was short lived upon the dark lord coming for a visit and requesting me to do something unimaginable. To kill the headmaster. The fear of being killed was too strong for me to say no. I did his bidding that night and became who I had never wanted to be. A death eater. Y/N was not happy about this but knew I had no other choice as I cried to her the next day about the events that had taken place. She wrapped her arms around me and vowed she would not let this come between the two of us because she cared for me too much to let me go. I found no hesitation in kissing her. The next year at hogwarts was full of the two of us together, though I still had a mission from the dark lord to carry out that was going to take place in the next week. She did not leave me though even after the death of the headmaster, instead she found me and comforted me as I cried for what I had just about done but couldn’t do. Snape had done it instead, saving me the guilt. It wasn’t long after that the war had broke out and I found myself sitting in my room writing to her as she journeyed around with potter and the rest of the trio their intentions unknown. She had picked her side, and I had no choice with the side I found myself on. That was when my father ran to my room “ They have captured potter… along with your dearest Y/N I will do all I can to have her spared, I swear it.” I felt my world come crashing down around me as I sunk to the floor. It was later the next day I heard her screams of pain. I heard her cries. Anger and fury coursed through my veins as I found myself rushing to the room and crashing in. Bellatrix was torturing her, for nothing more then the joy of hearing someone in pain. “STUPIFY” I shouted racing over “run, get as far away as you can. I love you, I always will.” I cried as I helped her run to the doors, then, she apparated away from me once more. My aunt was furious, but not as furious as I had been our shouts echoing through the large house. “IF you ever touch her again dear aunt I will waste no time in killing you.” I said my wand against her throat. At least she was safe for now. That was all I could ask.
A week had passed and potter had escaped with a few others.
It was a while later and few letters that the war had begun. A couple of hours into the fight and I could not sit here and kill the ones I had known for the majority of my life. I found myself turning on my family, on some of my closest friends and changing sides. I fought until the end of the battle beside the one I loved, until everything was won and we could be at peace and not fight anymore. The tears streamed down our faces as we kissed and held each other in a warm embrace. Her parents hugging the two of us “I knew you would fight with us.” They said tears in their eyes “ You are a good man.”

That was what feels like a century ago, full of love. I found myself crying, tears of joy as I watched the love of my life walk down the aisle for us to exchange our vows of love for everyone to hear. I found myself laughing with her as we held our new born son scorpius for the first time, and then again as he went off to school with his friends, including Harry’s son. We had put our hate behind ourselves and found each other close friends now because of my beautiful wife. Had it not been for Y/N, the world may be different. I may be dead, she could have been dead. Scorpius would not be here, and potter would still be my greatest enemy. But I would not change anything, for the world

re: that previous reblog…..it’s so gross and sappy i know but i just headcanon that once ulysses and the courier become friends he stops calling them courier and starts calling them by their name :) and it’s a pretty big deal, too, because the one reason why ulysses calls courier six ‘courier’ (aside from it sounding cool and to allow room for player customization) is that, well, that’s all they are to him: a Courier, The Courier, messenger and message, builder and breaker of nations, someone who he’s put on a pedestal and doesn’t really recognize as the flawed, complex human being that they are. but once he gets to know the person behind the title, once theyve unpacked all the issues they need to unpack between themselves, he just calls the courier by their actual name and ‘courier’ just becomes a nickname, one that he uses whenever the courier’s annoying him lmao…….and then once they become lovers he just calls them ‘love’ or ‘my love’ because that’s what they’ve become to him and he just! loves them so much!! god, they love each other so much ok thanks for listening :))

He's a keeper |Isaac Lahey imagines|

Isaac x reader

Relationship: best boyfriend ever omg
Y/N = your name Y/L/n = your last name
Requests are open!
3- “You didn’t have to go to the extreme level just to get my attention…“

You were at your locker getting your books for first period when you were interrupted by the sound of drum playing down the hallways towards your locker. Around the corner came Scott playing the bongos. You shot him a questioning stare in which he replied with a excited smile. Then came around the corner: Kira on the moving keyboard, Malia on trumpet, Liam on the accordion, mason on the classical guitar, Erica on the bass guitar and so was Boyd, Allison on clarinet, Lydia on the side flute and then occasionally changing to the violin and THEN stiles on the triangle. You laughed at your friends playing their instruments horribly but you like their passion so you have them credit.
“What’s all this for?” You laughed looking at them waiting for answer, but instead they just kept on playing. Then along came the twins and annoyed Derek holding up a sign that said ‘you had me at cello’ you laughed at the funny pun. But you were still confused at to why this was happening. Then Isaac appeared from behind the banner grinning excitedly.
“You did all this?” You asked him.
“Yep. I figured you had been really busy lately and I haven’t seen my girl In a long time so I though I do this! ”
“You did all this just to get my attention ?…”
“Yeah…do you not like it? The pun was because you play cello… and you know you had me at cello. Like hello?”
“Isaac. I know what it means it just…I love you.”
“I love you too.” It was the first time we had ever shared I love you’s with eachother as a couple and I couldn’t be happier with the way it turned out. He grabbed my waist, smirking as he pulled my body close to him. He kissed me with everything he had. It felt so right. It felt like love. I guess that was because it definitely was. I loved him. The kiss lasted quite long and then we separated, still holding each other. I looked around at all the students applauding and cheering us on. I looked at my friends and how much Effort Isaac had put in. It was amazing. I personally thanked all of my friends and mostly Derek as he looked like he was not wanting to be here.
“You are definitely going to see more of me now, lahey. Watch out!” I laughed as he couldn’t contain himself from kissing much more and I couldn’t help think how much he is a keeper!

Bughead Season 2

I know a lot of Bughead fans are worried for their future but don’t be. He said “It’s almost like every force in the universe is out to pry Bughead apart”, he didn’t say “They will break up” or “they are over”. Sure, there will be some issues and if they want to make it, they’re gonna have to fight for each other, something we know they will do because they love each other very much. Don’t forget RAS loves them a lot, he has even said “It’s almost like Bughead has always existed, Bughead will always exist, it’s bigger than any of us. I love it! It’s a great thing”. He believes in them, Cole and Lili do too. Cole and Lili love them and want them to have a happily ever after. And they will, but they are going to have to go through some things first, this things will only make them stronger. We might be hearing some bad news, but I am positive our ship will make it. And they will procede to being “pretty strong, and pretty undeniable, and pretty epic”.

The Forest of Ash || Ch. 4

Fandom: Servamp
Characters: Mahiru, Kuro, Licht, Hyde
Pairings: KuroMahi (main), LawLicht (side)

Summary: To stop the never ending winter the gods created, Mahiru entered the Forest of Ash to steal fire and gift it to the humans. When he was caught, he thought that he would be put to death. But Kuro was far from the God of the Dead that he heard stories about. He decided to stay in the Forest of Ash with him. {KuroMahi//Greek Mythology AU}

FFNet || Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || (Ch.4) || Ch.5 ||

“C’mon, Mahiru, you can’t really be angry with me because I didn’t tell my siblings about us. I wanted to wait until you learned how to control your fire better.” Kuro explained but Mahiru didn’t look up from the stove. He had been silent the entire time he cooked and Kuro was beginning to worry. He didn’t think Mahiru would be so mad that he hadn’t told his family when their marriage was a farce to keep the Olympians from killing him to retrieve the fire.

Lily was waiting in the dinning room but Kuro didn’t put it past him to listen in on their conversation. So, he chose his words carefully as he watched him cook. “I know it must’ve been a shock for Lily to appear suddenly but how was I supposed to know he would? Its been more than a century since they visited and I didn’t expect any of them to change their mind.”

“It’s okay, Kuro. I’m not mad at you. I’m just thinking— More accurately, I’m worried about why he came here. Do you think he knows? He’s the God of Love and…” Mahiru trailed off because he was worried about Lily overhearing them. One mistake could easily lead to Lily knowing the truth. The opportunity Kuro gave him would be gone before he could help a single person.

Kuro could see his anxiety in his brown eyes. He walked to his side and leaned closer to him until he was certain that his brother couldn’t hear them. He whispered, “Lily is the God of Love but he can’t control people’s feelings or hear their thoughts. He only helps guide people and create situations that might help them. Don’t worry. Even if he does find out, I’ll protect you.”

“Thank you.” Mahiru whispered back to him with a light smile. It wasn’t much but Kuro was glad that he was able to make him smile, even if it was a little. After taking a deep breath, Mahiru appeared more confident and patted his shoulder. “We got this as long as we’re careful. So, go bring that salad bowl to the dining room like a good, loving husband. I’ll join you in a bit. I just need to plate this lamb.”

“You’re enjoying ordering me about like a troublesome husband, aren’t you?” Kuro said as he stepped away from him. He took the bowl from the counter and started to leave the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at Mahiru for a moment. His mornings were usually quiet and lonely so it was almost strange to see someone cooking in his kitchen. But the scene was quaint and refreshing.

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Let Her Go

‘Hi Shawn.’ I said as I sit next to Shawn.

‘Hi.’ He said. Smiling but I can see the pain, the sadness that I caused him.

‘I’m sorry.’ I said. ‘I love you that I don’t want to see you hurt.’

‘You broke up with me, Y/N!’ He said. Trying not to shout, but it’s okay to me. I love him so much that it hurts seeing him having a hard time balancing his career and our relationship.

‘I did this for us, Shawn. This is the best for you, for us.’ I said. Trying to let him understand why I said things to him earlier.

‘But I thought you love me.’

‘I love you and that will never change.’ I said.

‘Then why? Why do we have to do this if we love each other?’ He said. Now shouting, I can see the anger in his eyes. This is the first time I saw him like this, totally broken.

‘Because love isn’t enough Shawn!’ I shouted back. I can’t do this anymore, I’ve been hiding this feelings for so long now. ‘I sacrifice a lot of things for you because I love you, but this, you being this big star now I feel like you’re so far from me now, I don’t feel the love anymore, Shawn. You can’t even sacrifice something for me.’ I said while crying.

‘I’m always the one who understands you, I’m always the one who’s picking you up when your down, I’m always the one that who’s there for you when your broken! But when I needed you, are you here to be with me? NO, SHAWN! NO YOU’RE NOT WITH ME!’ I shouted with tears continuing falling down my cheeks.

‘Y/N-‘ Shawn said while trying to hug me. But I shrug him off.

‘No, Shawn. You have to understand, I love you and it hurts to know that tomorrow morning and the next few days, weeks, years I will not be able to hug and kiss you but Shawn, I’m so hurt. I have these things that I have to deal with. I can’t love you right now, Shawn. I’m so so sorry.’ I said as Shawn was holding both of my arms and I’m sobbing.

We just sat there hugging each other, making every minutes every second worth it because this is going to be our last hug. I admit, this is one of the most painful decisions I’ve ever made but this is the best for us, the best for his career and the best for me. To find who I really am, to follow my dreams.

‘I love you, Y/N.’ Shawn said as he kissed my forehead.

‘I love you more than you know, Shawn. And this, our love story will always be my favorite story.’ I said as I pull away from him.

‘So I guess this is the last time I’m going to see you?’ Shawn asked.

‘Yeah.’ I nod. ‘If we’re meant to be, we’ll find our way back to each other again, I promise.’ I said and kissed him for the last time and I walk away.

Author’s note: Okay, so my ask is already open (I didn’t notice that I didn’t turn on my ask and thank you to this someone who messaged me that my ask wasn’t there.) But now, my ask is already up there and you guys can go ask me now or request (my requests are open!). Thank you! P.S. And I hope you guys like this!