why must i be forever alone

types as people i’ve met irl (infp pov)


- in a constant loop between “you know what FUCK SOCIETY I WILL LIVE MY LIFE HOWEVER I WANT AND DO WHATEVER I WANT” and “i still lowkey want to please people around me and not cause too much conflict tho”

- that thing when an ESFP starts describing a situation and they play out all people in it and they do it SO GOOD and it’s SO FUNNY do they all do that

- at the centre of attention is where they will be

- somehow doesn’t exactly belong to any group but is considered a part of every group

- me: oh yesterday I’ve met /that person you have no chances of knowing/


me: how

- is never home but somehow manages to sleep?????


- BEST LITERARY TASTES. If ENFP tells you to read that book you go read that book I’m telling you

- “and they told me to do it but you know it’s stupid so i’m not gonna do it”

- can be super annoyed by people they love, but remains loyal to their group

- angry with all their body, vivid gestures included. generally they are moving all the time.

- somehow pretty charismatic and it looks like they feel easy in a leader position

- life isn’t a competition EXCEPT FOR WHEN IT IS


- i know only one and they are the class president somehow??????



- awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

- puns

- i mean puns, ready to write to you at 3 AM just to proudly write a pun they’ve just come up with

- oh no you are sad??? it’s okay they will bake cookies or smh

- the more personal conversation gets the more “lmao” there is

- you can say when they feel happy to be around you and it’s just so adorable

- they are so smart & try to act like they aren’t & everyone can see they are smart anyway so you failed, entp

- entp: i’m going to try doing that new thing and it will be awesome and i will love it!

entp, later: it sucks

entp, even more later: NO YOU KNOW IT WAS COOL ALL ALONG

- *drinks awful juice for the first time* *eats awful meal for the first time* “ohhh it’s… pretty good!”

- really happy to be a part of some group but won’t say it out loud

- “and it was THEN when my Fe destroyed me!!”


- looks pretty egocentric & has the lowest self-esteem around

- “if I don’t like it I won’t do it, it’s just that easy”

- they are all attention whores (me too, infps)

- w r i t i n g



- after reading this will probably try explaining to me why the math comparison was wrong and didn’t fit

- have such a hard time expressing their feelings

- if they like you and they can talk to you about their day they are so happy? just talk about what they were doing, really.

- “i feel bad? well i guess i will just bottle it up forever”

- can be rly rly quiet & needs a lot of alone time

- there’s objective logic everywhere just let me find it logic is my bitch

- they will be frustrated if you don’t make sense to them but they will try to understand - if not because they like you then at least for science reasons because “what is that wild creature and why do they act like that, i must observe”

- “sarcasm is the only way I speak”



- when I start talking to an INTP the 7 hours long conversation is almost guaranteed

- they seem so genuinely interested in what you have to say and ask questions and stuff & what they say makes you genuinely interested as well because they have such an interesting knowledge on subjects you’ve never thought about

- “on the other side tho”

- puns

- on most subjects it’s really easy to convince them because they are always open to see the other side’s point of view

- usually remembers all you’ve told them but always asks if they remember correctly


intp, a day later: ON THE OTHER SIDE,

- “look at that dog!”

- mood swings

- so adorable just let me hug them all


- takes care of your shit since you’ve met them

- “NO YOU KNOW WHAT. I’M NOT DOING THIS SHIT FOR THEM THIS TIME. THEY WILL HAVE TO MANAGE IT ON THEIR OWN. I’M DONE HELPING THEM. *does this shit for them because of course they won’t manage it on their own so someone has to*”

- saves the world since they were born

- will try to help, joke about how they failed to help, beat themselves internally over how they failed to help


- you: *starts feeling bad*

INFJ, a second later, out of nowhere: hey are you okay?


- “i’ve been planning on reading/watching it one day since 2004 but I haven’t found any time since then”

- “my Fe can tolerate your stupidity but my Ni-Ti is so done”

- always done with humanity

- *snarky commentary*


- “so usually when I wake up I have a strict plan of how this day is going to look like and it’s extremely pissing off when something doesn’t go according to that plan”

- ISTJ: *is doing homework for ten hours*

me: do you maybe want to—


- somehow really wants to show you that you are important to them, even if they are awkward with feelings

- that smile they have when they talk about people they love doing stuff

- also that excited voice they have while doing so


- their anger is so cold and so visible

- some values are not to be touched!


- really really REALLY cares about people they like

- is really sensitive for their loved ones’ pain and really awkward when trying to comfort them but boy do they try

- that person that will come back for you after the group wanders off and you are left behind

- INTJ, about really hard situations they’ve been through: “this wasn’t such a big deal tho, I mean eh, it’s over now”


- ignorance pisses them off even more than it pisses off other human beings

- it’s Monday and my INTJ dad calls me when I’m at school.

me: yeah?

INTJ: hey, I have something important to tell you.

me: sure, what?

INTJ: could you pick up [your sister] from school-

me: sure

INTJ: –on Friday?

- “you know I just… don’t like it when something doesn’t go according to my plan”

- will plan everything for the trip before you try helping

  • Takenaka: Alright, Kageyama, I've decided it's finally time to read your mind and see what you're really thinking.
  • Shigeo: Ok
  • Shigeo, internally: Broccoli is the most noxious vegetable in the damn world. I never want to have anything to do with it again. I hate broccoli so much, I hope it gets completely shredded in the blazing pressure of the atmosphere and never comes back. I hope aliens are real so they can abduct it and do horrific experiments on it before eradicating it permanently from existence in the most painful way possible. Alas, my vengeance still waits; my mother served broccoli in stir fry for dinner last night and I almost cried at the dinner table in front of God and everyone. Not that my expression would give it away, but it's the truth. I was almost brought to tears by a cooked vegetable. She had no way of knowing, bless her. She won't know. She can never know. The secret of my grudge against the broccoli must stay in my heart forever. Broccoli takes out everything that is good in this world if you let it take root. These health fads going around somehow still worship it like it's some sort of health god... I'll admit it's good for you, but their faith only makes the foul thing stronger and more palpable in its malcontent. The fools. The disrespectful, ungrateful naïveté disgusts me. Why should I shoulder this burden, this knowledge and pain of the truth, the real truth, all alone, while they continue on, still worshipping it in the face my loss. Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows my sorrow. Fuck broccoli.
  • Takenaka: Dude, what the fuck????? What did broccoli ever do to you?! Kill your best friend in some weird and horrific manner? Make everyone you know and love turn on you? Steal your life and identity?!
  • Shigeo:
  • Takenaka:
  • Shigeo:
  • Takenaka:
  • Shigeo:
  • Takenaka:
  • Shigeo: Yes.
About William or Chris or whatever but important

I’m not used to comment on videos or write something about movies/tv series like right now but I feel like I clearly have to because I saw the whole hate around William and P Chris.
We must remember why we watch Skam, why this serie will be in our minds forever. Because we are young, just like the characters. Because we face problems and we fight battles every single day, just like the characters. We struggle with family, friends, feeling alone, depression, sexuality. Because the show represent such a variety of people and behaviours in which we can see ourselves. We are very different, from many countries, societies, groups, subcultures, religions. There are things that define us but at the end of the day Skam connects us as a one. Because Skam is focusing on humanity. We are all humans. And all, literally ALL of these statements that I have written do apply to the William and P Chris. It’s not about the translation thing right now. It’s about seeing the humanity, about looking for human in human. William and Chris are humans just like we are. I used to think that people do not change because of bad personal experience. Noora had experienced the bad too. But Skam doesn’t show the whole story. You don’t know everything. You don’t know what’s in William or Chris mind. Words are only the poor imitations of thoughts and doings.
See the humanity. Believe in them. Believe in yourselves. Everyone can change. I am 19 years old and I changed during that time. Did you? Can you? Could William or Chris change? The answer is in humanity. The answer is in us.

A Court of Flames and Curses (7)

book 4 of the ACOTAR series ~  1 2 3 4 5 6

She isn’t supposed to cry.

Nesta Archeron does not cry.

Commander of Death, Princess of Graves, does not feel.

She walks back outside numb, with eyes as cold as the air the first night Cassian held her. All three of the others look up at her as she walks out. Cassian’s brows furrow, but Amren and Lucien just watch her expectantly.

“The Wayfinder says Koschei will tell us how to break the curse,” Nesta says flatly. “That’s all.”

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Witcher moments (3) - Something more

“We were made for each other,” she murmured. “Perhaps even destined for each other. But none of this can happen. It’s a shame. We will have to separate when the day breaks. It can’t be otherwise. We have to separate so as not to hurt each other: destined for each other, made for each other, but the one who created us should have thought of something more. ”


“-Do you believe in destiny, Dandelion?
The bard lifted his head and looked at the witcher with eyes wide with astonishment.
-Why do you ask me that?
-Well… yes, I believe.
-But do you know that destiny alone is not enough? That there must be something more?
-I don’t understand.
-You’re not alone. But that’s how it is. It takes something more. The problem is that I… I never knew what that was.”


“-You’ve finally found me! Oh, Geralt! I waited all this time! It took so long… We’ll stay together now, won’t we? Now we’ll be together, right? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!
-Forever, Ciri.
-It’s just like they predicted, Geralt! Like they predicted… I’m your destiny? Say it! I’m your destiny?
Yurga saw astonishment in the eyes of the witcher. He heard Chrysididae’s discreet sobs and felt her shoulders trembling. He knew that he would not understand the answer, but he waited anyway. With good reason:
-You’re more than that, Ciri. More than that.”

“Andrzej Sapkowski - The sword of destiny”

Ciri is “something more” in many ways but the most important for me is Ciri being that “something more” for Geralt and Yen, that ingredient needed for their love not to be destructive anymore.
Ciri will transform them into the perfect family they are.


  • “Everybody’s looking for something.”
  • “So glad we’ve almost made it.”
  • “Gonna take a lot to drag me away from you.”
  • “Everybody wants you.”
  • “Any escape might help to soothe the unattractive truth.”
  • “Just cos you’re right that don’t mean I’m wrong.”
  • “The heat of the moment showed in your eyes.”
  • “I don’t wanna lose your love tonight.”
  • “I was waiting in the rain for hours, you were late.”
  • “Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure.”
  • “It’s only forever, not long at all.”
  • “I get up and nothin’ gets me down.”
  • “We’ll make heaven a place on Earth.”
  • “I would go out tonight, but I haven’t got a stitch to wear.”
  • “I just wanna use your love tonight.”
  • “I’d just like to make you mine all night.”
  • “Now it’s not like me to say the right thing.”
  • “It’s been a while since we were alone and I can’t hid the way I’m feeling.”
  • “Well I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body.”
  • “Nothing ever lasts forever.”
  • “Still I don’t know why you didn’t show up that night.”
  • “If they don’t believe me now, will they ever believe me?”
  • “Some will sell their dreams for small desires.”
  • “I seek to cure this thing that’s deep inside.”
  • “It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right.”
  • “There must be some misunderstanding.”
  • “I wanna dance with somebody… with somebody who loves me.”
  • “No one can blame you for walking away.”
  • “The power of love is a curious thing.”
  • “Tell me your troubles and doubts, give me everything inside and out.”
  • “Can I touch you, can I love you?”
  • “I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does.”
  • “Pictures came and broke your heart.”
  • “I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.”
  • “Everything you say is lies.”
  • ″I wanna feel the heat with somebody.”
  • “I can feel it coming in the air tonight.”
  • “You know not everybody has got a body like you.”
  • “Everybody wants to rule the world.”
  • “How does it feel to treat me like you do?”
  • “Slow change may pull us apart.”
  • “How can they look into my eyes and still they don’t believe me?”
  • “One look from you and I would fall from grace.”
  • “Just beat it.”
  • “The suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth.”
  • “They’re out to get you, better leave while you can.”
  • “Gonna take some time to do the things we never had.”
  • “Some of them want to use you.”
The Demon Next Door CH 2

Days, weeks, and months passed since the first night. Ten drew me in countless times and every time, I would want him more and more. As soon as it was over, however, I felt horrible. I was tired. Tired of being his.

About 2 months after he claimed me as his, I started to have nightmares. I saw the same place every night. It was dark, engulfed in flames. I almost always found myself in a building looking outwards at the devastation. Death. It was everywhere. It was driving me insane. This had to stop.

It was 3 in the morning on a quiet night when I woke up with a start. I was in cold sweat and my breathing was heavy. It seemed as if this was the hundredth time I had dreamt this dream. I couldnt take it anymore. Without a second thought, I found myself running out to Ten’s house. I frantically knocked on his door.
“Ten!” I cried. “Open the door!” Not moments, later he was before me.
“Wow, I didnt even have to call you over this time” He ran a hand through his hair and yawned.
“I cant do this anymore” I stared him down.
“I dont recall you having a choice,” Ten snickered.
“TEN IM SERIOUS!” I yelled. Ten noticed my tone and his expression faltered. He quickly pulled me inside and closed the door.
“What are you doing?!” I pulled my arm away.
“Do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood?” Ten asked. I sighed and shook my head. “Now what’s with this all of a sudden?”
“I dont want to do this anymore” I spat out.
“Like I told you before, you dont have a say” Ten put his hands in his sweatpant pockets. I glared up at him.
“Ten, I CANT do this. I feel like Im dying,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Really?” Ten suddenly pushed me against the wall. He lowered his head so that his lips were hovering over my neck. “Because when you scream my name, you sound more alive than ever” He kissed my neck, causing me to shudder. I pushed him away quickly before I gave in again. He stared at me with his red eyes and I shrunk down.
“Stop doing that” I mumbled. “I see enough red when I sleep”
“What?” He raised a brow. His voice was more authoritative and I was a bit too startled to reply. “What do you mean?”
“I-Ive been having nightmares” I looked up at him. Its been a month and i feel like Im going crazy..I-I Ten I cant do this"
“What do you see?” Ten asked, grabbing both my wrists. He seemed alot more serious than he usually was.
“I…I see death…in this place thats full of fire and monsters….Im always stuck in a black building looking out at everyone suffering..” I looked up at Ten. His eyes were red again but as soon as his gaze caught mine, they turned brown again.
“This isnt good” Ten let go of me, “Youre connected.”
“Im what?” I was confused. What did he mean by connected?
“Do you love me?” He blurted.
“No,” I immediately said. “Why do yo-”
“Have you met any other demon?” Ten asked.
“No, Ten what-” I started.
“When was the last time you-” Ten began.
It was my turn to interrupt him.
“Ten!” I exclaimed, causing him to stop. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” Ten’s expression became stern.

“I think youre pregnant”

My eyes widened and I stumbled back against the door.
“But you said there was no chance…” I stared up at him.
“No. I said there was less than a 1% chance” Ten corrected.
“Ten dont fuck with me!” I cried.
“Im sorry” He looked down.

I had to get out of there. I turned around to open the door but it suddenly clicked closed. I still tried to open it, pulling frantically. I was getting hysterical and fell to my knees. I was sobbing now.
“Let me go,”
“I cant”
“I want to leave”
“You cant”

“Why?!” I screamed.
“They’re coming after you,” Ten grimly stated. I looked up him through watery eyes.
“Who,” I questioned.
“The supreme,” Ten responded. “They deal with important affairs next to the king and queen of the underworld.”
“Why would they care? You said plenty of demons go out and capture women. This cant be so uncommon if its happening to us” I hysterically stated.
“First, this is extremely uncommon and second, not all demons are heir to the throne,” Ten knelt down to get at my eyelevel. I stared at him in disbelief for I couldnt find the words to say. “They’re going to kill you” I felt my heart drop and my thoughts clouded my judgement. I lurched forward so that Ten was on the ground and i was above him.
“Why couldnt you just leave me alone!” I screamed and hit his chest. Ten did nothing to stop me and let me continue hitting him until I was too tired to do anything. Thats when he sat up.
“Theres another way,” His hands caught mine, locking them in place. I looked into his red-again eyes and waited for him to continue. “I have to mark you”
“M-Mark me? I shook at the possibilities of what he had to do to ‘mark me’.
"In order for a demon to stay with a human forever, he or she must mark them. Once this has happened, that human can not be targeted by other demons but the one who marked them can’t return home either” He explained.
“F-forever?” That word stuck with me.
“We’ll never separate,” Ten’s eyes became brown again. “Now whats your choice?”
“I actually have a choice?” I stared straight at him.
“Marking has to be consensual or it can not occur” Ten nodded. “So whats it going to be ___. Death by surpreme or eternity with me and our child”


I glanced down at my stomach. There was a baby in me. What would it become? Could I love it?

“___,” Ten brought me back from the trance. “ I wouldnt be surprised if the Surpreme already caught wind of our intetions so I need an answer.” Thousands of thought flew through my mind before the answer was clear.

“Mark me.”

I thought I saw Ten smile but I couldnt be sure. He lifted me up so I was standing and led me to a black door. He opened it and pulled me inside. We were walking into a basement of some sort but unlike normal basements, this one had a giant black, wooden table in the middle. Ten let go of me and started to rummage through one of the many cabinets in the room. He pulled out a round container filled with a red substance before making his way to the table. He popped off the cap and took the liquid onto his fingers. I watched as he wrote something in unreadable letters across the table. Once finished, Ten ushered me over to him. He grabbed my arm and drew a symbol over it before doing the same to himself.
“It’s ready” Ten’s eyes began to glow again as he started to recite some kind of ritual. His eyes locked themselves onto mine and I couldnt look away.

His words suddenly stopped after a few moments. I noticed that our symbols were now glowing along with the message on the table.
“Ten…” his name softly rolled off my tongue.
“We’re almost done,” Ten reached up to touch my face. Slowly, he inched forward until his lips were on mine. This kiss was different from all the others. It was soft and gentle. I found myself melting into it and my hands reached out to grab Ten’s arms. But then suddenly, it felt off. I tried to pull away from Ten but he held me tightly. Something pushed itself inside me, like a spirit. I couldnt move as i felt it move all through my body before settling into my bones.

Ten pulled away, looking down at my shaken being.
“Its done,” he sighed.
“What…was..” my hands let go of him.
“The demonic root.” Ten stated. “ its an entity that each demon male is born with it and once he finds the person he must be with, he transfers it over, making that person his forever. The entity protects the beholder but its only as strong as the one it was tranferred from.”
“Then what about you? W-whos protecting you now?” I questioned.
“No one. But to be honest, I never needed that thing. Im strong enough with out it,” Ten responded. I nodded at his words.
“What now…” I mumbled.
“I dont know…” Ten sighed.

sup-da-rainbow  asked:

So i was the person who asked for the request for small breast size. I always had an small breast size. But they grew a lil bigger, I have cup C now and i know that's actually just the average size. Yet i still thinks its small. Why cuz I think that I will stay alone forever cuz i think boys like bigger breast (i dont even know why).But i think if you have big breast it must be annoying to. So Im sorry... we gotto live with it!

See, that’s where I don’t see the problem. You guys, who apparently think that your chest is small, take in too many side opinions. Oh, I don’t think any guy’s gonna like me because no chest = no sex. To fucc with that. Guys should like you because of you and not what your physical attributes say about you. Don’t be a victim of society and go by the norms, settle into your own skin and live comfortably. Please.



  • “Everybody here wanted something more.”
  • “Welcome to New York.”
  • “It’s been waiting for you.”
  • “I could dance to this beat, forevermore.”
  • “The lights are so bright.”
  • “Take our broken hearts, and put them in a drawer.”
  • “Everybody here was someone else before.”
  • “You can want who you want.”
  • “Like any great love, it keeps you guessing.”
  • “Like any real love, it’s ever-changing.”
  • “Like any true love, it drives you crazy.”
  • “But you know you wouldn’t change anything.”


  • “Nice to meet you, where you been?”
  • “I could show you incredible things.”
  • “Saw you there and I thought, oh my god, look at that face.”
  • “You look like my next mistake.”
  • “Love’s a game, want to play?”
  • “I can read you like a magazine.”
  • “Ain’t it funny, rumors fly.”
  • “And I know you heard about me.”
  • “So hey, let’s be friends.”
  • “I’m dying to see how this one ends.”
  • “Grab your passport and my hand.”
  • “I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.”
  • “So it’s gonna be forever, or it’s gonna go down in flames.”
  • “You can tell me when it’s over, if the high was worth the pain.”
  • “Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane.”
  • “Because you know I love the players, and you love the game.
  • "Because we’re young and we’re reckless.”
  • “We’ll take this way too far.”
  • “It’ll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar.”
  • “Got a long list of ex-lovers.”
  • “They’ll tell you I’m insane.”
  • “But I’ve got a blank space, baby, and I’ll write your name.”
  • “You’re the King, baby, I’m your Queen.”
  • “Find out what you want, be that girl for a month.”
  • “Wait, the worst is yet to come.”
  • “I can make all the tables turn.”
  • Keep you second guessing like, ‘Oh my God, who is she?’“
  • "But you’ll come back each time you leave.”
  • “Darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.”
  • “Boys only want love if it’s torture.”
  • “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”


  • “Come and pick me up, no headlights.”
  • “Long drive, could end in burning flames or paradise.”
  • “It’s been a while since I have even heard from you.”
  • “I should just tell you to leave 'cause I know exactly where it leads.”
  • “Watch us go 'round and 'round each time.”
  • “You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye.”
  • “And I got that red lip classic thing that you like.”
  • “When we go crashing down, we come back every time.”
  • “We never go out of style.”
  • “You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt.”
  • “And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt.”
  • “Can’t keep your wild eyes on the road.”
  • “I heard that you been out and about with some other girl.”
  • “What you’ve heard is true but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
  • “Just take me home.”


  • “Looking at it now, it all seems so simple.”
  • “We were lying on your couch, I remember, you took a Polaroid of us.”
  • “The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.”
  • “And I remember thinking… Are we out of the woods yet?”
  • “Are we out of the woods yet?”
  • “Are we in the clear yet?”
  • “We were built to fall apart.”
  • “We were built to fall apart, then fall back together.”
  • “Your necklace hanging from my neck, that night I couldn’t quite forget.”
  • “Let’s move the furniture so we can dance.”
  • “Baby, like we stood a chance.”
  • “Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?”
  • “Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? That ended in twenty stitches in a hospital room.”
  • “When you started crying, baby, I did too.”
  • “If you start crying, baby I will too.”
  • “When the sun came up, I was looking at you.”
  • “Remember when we couldn’t take the heat?”
  • “Remember when we couldn’t take the heat? I walked out, I said “I’m setting you free.””
  • “We can’t take the heat.”
  • “But the monsters turned out to be just trees.”
  • “When the sun came up..you were looking at me.”


  • “People like you always want back the love they gave away.”
  • “People like me wanna believe you when you say you’ve changed.”
  • “The more I think about it now the less I know.”
  • “All I know is that you drove us off the road.”
  • “All you had to do was stay.”
  • “Had me in the palm of your hand.”
  • “Why’d you had to go and lock me out when I let you in?”
  • Now you say you want it back now that it’s just too late.“
  • "Well could’ve been easy, all you had to do was stay.”
  • “Here you are now, calling me up, but I don’t know what to say.”
  • “I’ve been picking up the pieces of the mess you made.”
  • “People like you always want back the love they pushed aside.”
  • “People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.”
  • “Let me remind you this was what you wanted.”
  • “You ended it.”
  • “You were all I wanted.”
  • “You were all I wanted, but not like this.”


  • “I stay out too late.”
  • “Got nothing in my brain.”
  • “That’s what people say.”
  • “I go on too many dates.”
  • “But I keep cruising, can’t stop, won’t stop moving.”
  • “The players gonna play.”
  • “The haters gonna hate.”
  • “I’m just gonna shake it off.”
  • “Heart-breakers gonna break.”
  • “The fakers gonna fake.”
  • “I never miss a beat.”
  • “I’m lightning on my feet.”
  • “That’s what they don’t see.”
  • “I’m dancing on my own.”
  • “I make the moves up as I go.”
  • “That’s what they don’t know.”
  • “Just think while you’ve been getting down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world, you could’ve been getting down to this sick beat.”
  • “My ex-man brought his new girlfriend.”
  • “Won’t you come on over, baby?”


  • “You say it’s in the past, you drive straight ahead.”
  • “You’re thinking that I hate you now.”
  • “Guess you still don’t know what I never said.”
  • “I wish you would come back.”
  • “Wish I never hung up the phone like I did.”
  • “I wish you knew that I’ll never forget you as long as I live.”
  • “Wish you were right here, right now.”
  • “We’re a crooked love in a straight line down.”
  • “You always knew how to push my buttons.”
  • “You give me everything and nothing.”
  • “This mad love makes you come running.”
  • “Stand back where you stood.”
  • “2am, here we are.”
  • “I wish we could go back.”
  • “Remember what we were fighting for?”
  • “I wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore.”


  • “Now we got bad blood.”
  • “You know what used to be mad love.”
  • “So take a look what you’ve done.”
  • “Now we got problems, and I don’t think we can solve them.”
  • “You made a really deep cut.”
  • “Did you have to do this?”
  • “I was thinking that you could be trusted.”
  • “Did you have to ruin, what was shining now it’s all rusted?”
  • “Did you have to hit me, where I’m weak?”
  • “It’s so sad to, think about the good times, you and I.”
  • “Did you think we’d be fine?”
  • “Still got scars on my back from your knife.”
  • “So don’t think it’s in the past, these kinda wounds they last and they last.”
  • “Did you think it all through?”
  • “All these things will catch up to you.”
  • “Time can heal but this won’t, so if you’re coming my way just don’t.”
  • “Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes.”
  • “You say sorry just for show.”
  • “You live like that that you live with ghosts.”
  • “If you love like that blood runs cold.”


  • “Let’s get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds.”
  • “Nothing lasts forever.”
  • “This is gonna take me down.”
  • “You’re so tall and handsome as hell.”
  • “You’re so bad but you do it so well.”
  • “I can see the end.”
  • “Say you’ll remember me standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset.”
  • “Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just in your wildest dreams.”
  • “No one has to know what we do.”
  • “Your hands are in my hair.”
  • “Your clothes are in my room.”
  • “This is getting good now.”
  • “You see me in hindsight tangled up with you all night.”
  • “Someday when you leave me I bet these memories hold you around.”
  • “Someday when you leave me I bet these memories follow you around.”


  • “Standing there like a ghost shaking from the rain.”
  • “Are you insane?”
  • “It’s been a long 6 months.”
  • “You’re too afraid to tell me what you want.”
  • “That’s how it works.”
  • “That’s how you get the girl.”
  • “I want you for worse or for better.”
  • “I would wait forever and ever.”
  • “Broke your heart, I’ll put it back together.”
  • “I would wait forever and ever.”
  • “Remind me of how it used to be.”
  • “Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks.”
  • “Tell me how you must have lost your mind.”
  • “You left me all alone, and never told me why.”
  • “And say you want me.”


  • “Clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in.”
  • “Skies grew darker, currents swept you out again.”
  • “You were just gone.”
  • “I never dreamed of this.”
  • “This love is good, this love is bad.”
  • “This love is alive back from the dead.”
  • “These hands had to let it go free.”
  • “This love came back to me.”
  • “Struggled through the night with someone new.”
  • “Flickered in my mind for only you.”
  • “But you’re still gone.”
  • “You showed up just in time.”
  • “This love left a permanent mark.”
  • “This love is glowing in the dark.”
  • “I watched you leave.”
  • “When you’re young you just run.”
  • “But you come back to what you need.”


  • “You stand with your hand on my waist line.”
  • “It’s a scene and we’re out here in plain sight.”
  • “I can hear them whisper as we pass by.
  • "It’s a bad sign.”
  • “Something happens when everybody finds out.”
  • “Love’s a fragile little flame, it could burn out.”
  • “They are the hunters, we are the foxes.”
  • “I know places we won’t be found.”
  • “They’ll be chasing their tails tryin’ to track us down.”
  • “I know places we can hide.”
  • “I know places.”
  • “Lights flash and we’ll run for the fences.”
  • “Let them say what they want, we won’t hear it.”
  • “Loose lips sink ships all the damn time. Not this time.”
  • “Just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it.”
  • “They take their shots, but we’re bulletproof.”
  • “And you know for me, it’s always you.”
  • “In the dead of night, your eyes so green.”
  • “And I know for you, it’s always me.”


  • “The flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst.”
  • “It was months, and months of back and forth.”
  • “You’re still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can’t wear anymore.”
  • “And by morning, gone was any trace of you.”
  • “I think I am finally clean.”
  • “There was nothing left to do.”
  • “And the butterflies turned to dust they covered my whole room.”
  • “So I punched a hole in the roof.”
  • “Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you.”
  • “I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing.”
  • “Just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it.”
  • “10 months older I won’t give in.”
  • “Now that I’m clean I’m never gonna risk it.”
  • “The drought was the very worst.”


  • “You held on tight to me.”
  • “Nothing’s as it seems.”
  • “I’m spinning out of control.”
  • “Didn’t they tell us don’t rush into things?”
  • “Didn’t you flash your green eyes at me?”
  • “Haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds?”
  • “Didn’t it all seem new and exciting?”
  • “I felt your arms twisting 'round me.”
  • “I should have slept with one eye open at night.”
  • “We found wonderland, you and I got lost in it.”
  • “We pretended it could last forever.”
  • “Life was never worse but never better.”
  • “So we went on our way.”
  • “Too in love to think straight.”
  • “All alone or so it seemed.”
  • “But there were strangers watching.”
  • “Whispers turned to talking and talking turned to screams.”
  • “Didn’t you calm my fears with the Cheshire cat smile?”
  • “I reached for you but you were gone.”
  • “I knew I had to go back home.”
  • “You search the world for something else to make you feel like what we had.”
  • “And in the end in wonderland we both went mad.”


  • “One look, dark room, meant just for you.”
  • “Time moved too fast.”
  • “No proof, not much, but you saw enough.”
  • “The light reflects the chain on your neck.”
  • “You can hear it in the silence.”
  • “You can feel it on the way home.”
  • “You can see it with the lights out.”
  • “You are in love, true love.”
  • “You are in love.”
  • “You keep my shirt, I’ll keeps my word.”
  • “And for once let go, of your fears and your ghosts.”
  • “One step, not much, but it said enough.”
  • “We kiss on sidewalks, we fight and we talk.”
  • “You’re my best friend.”
  • “We’re are dancing in a snow globe round and round.”
  • “And I’ll keep a picture of you in my office downtown.”
  • “And I understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars.”
  • “And why I’ve spent my whole life trying to put it into words.”


  • “We’re all bored, we’re all so tired of everything.”
  • “We wait for trains that just aren’t coming.”
  • “We show off our different scarlet letters.”
  • “Trust me, mine is better.”
  • “We’re so young but we’re on the road to ruin.”
  • “We play dumb but we know exactly what we’re doing.”
  • “We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom.”
  • “Life is just a classroom.”
  • “I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.”
  • “Every day is like a battle.”
  • “Every night with us is like a dream.”
  • “We’re the new romantics.”
  • “Come on, come along with me.”
  • “Heart break is the national anthem, we sing it proudly.”
  • “We are too busy dancing, to get knocked off our feet.”
  • “The best people in life are free.”
  • “We’re all here, the lights and boys are blinding.”
  • “We hang back, it’s all in the timing.”
  • “It’s poker, he can’t see it in my face, but I’m about to play my Ace.”
  • “We need love, but all we want is danger.”
  • “We team up then switch sides like a record changer.”
  • “The rumors are terrible and cruel but, most of them are true.”
  • “Please take my hand.”
  • “Please take me dancing.”
  • “Please leave me stranded, it’s so romantic.”

dayna-scully-deactivated2016051  asked:

OK I've watched VM all the way through a couple times, but I'm still not sure exactly what Beaver does to Mac in 'Not Pictured'? Does he just take her clothes while she's in the shower or is there something worse??

It’s not that he “just” takes her clothes while she’s in the shower. It’s not so much what he did but the impact this supposedly minor action has on her considering what happened before between the two of them, and the situation he left her in…

VM Spoilers ahead, you’ve been warned!

Keep reading

I was playing agar.io with “Finland” as my name, and the Finnish flag as my icon. I was strolling around the map, eating tiny pellets and trying to survive and eat smaller players to gain mass. All of a sudden, a Denmark pops in my view, slowly coming towards me. Fear takes over, and I’m scared he will eat me, and destroy the mass I had worked hard for, but no - this majestic blob starts feeding me, so that I become the same size as him. I move up and down, somehow trying to thank him for his sacrifice for me.

A minute later, a wild Sweden-blob appears, and Denmark and I happily feed him. Three nordics gathered there, just enjoying the game and having a great time. Together we grew, we made memories, we climbed on top of the leaderboard. We never gave up - even if it meant eating Russia. Together we conquered the server, we ruled. We were feared.

Suddenly, I was taken away from Sweden and Denmark. An evil blob appeared on my screen, I was cornered, and he split - I was dead, gone forever. I never got to say goodbye to Denmark and Sweden. They must be all alone now, wondering why Finland left them, maybe a single tear rolling down their cheeks in the darkness.

Thank you Denmark, thank you Sweden. I will never forget you.

A Conversation between heart and mind

Why couldn’t he just love me back?
Why must our memory fade to black
All I ever wanted was him
Why did I jump 
before learning to swim?

What is wrong with you?
You fool
How could  you crave a love so cruel?
A love forever incomplete 
Forcing to beg and to compete? 
Wipe your tears.
Don’t look back 
Don’t you remember nights of black 
When you stayed up, on your own
Drowning in tears 
all alone?

Still I want him back today 
I know now how to make him stay 
I know how to be 
the woman he needed 
Long before his love receded 

if he loved you he would stay 
Through dark of night and light of day 
For a love that’s true does not recede.
A flood of tears can’t stop the need 
To forever take care of, and shelter  another 
True love does not  back down or shutter
When darkness threatens to come knocking. 
True love holds tighter,
 calming rocking 
Your tired, ravaged soul to sleep 
Because true love is burried deep. 

Yes but, I pushed him away 
Every time he tried to stay 

He didn’t try, not hard enough 
He should have stopped you,
called your bluff

Then why do I love him so much still?

Because you harbor no ill will 
You suffocate slowly; A fish without gills 
Listen and try this time to hear 
If he truly loved 
he’d still be near

Copyrighted. Freckles1231.2015

anonymous asked:

Can you write something where the team has to go undercover at a masquerade ball because the unsub is killing people and the team suspects that it's you, but Reid is falling for you and they sneak off. Then, someone dies and the team takes you into interrogation, but Reid is your alibi. Thanks! :)

(LOOK AT HIM *Dies* ignore the woman in the pictures) I’m sorry it took so long but my computer kept restarting halfway through my writing and i ended up so frustrated.


Contains: FLUFF


You squirmed in the cold metal chair, looking up uncomfortably at the tall, dark man that had introduced himself as SSA Derek Morgan. A police officer. from the FBI. You had been arrested.

Yep, not one of your finest days.

“Why am i here?” You asked, but he had put his hand up, silencing you. “I’ll be asking the questions here.“ You rolled your eyes and huffed in your seat, crossing your arms.

“Last night, you were at the Henderson’s fundraiser ball correct?” You nodded and he reached into the manilla folder he had had at his side, taking out a few pictures before sliding them across the table, the images being on the other side. He walked over to you from behind and turned them over, angrily pointing at massacred bodies. “Do you recognize these men?”

You groaned and turned away, trying to make the bile stay in your stomach. “ No! God no! That’s oh…that’s disgusting.”

“About the time you were supposedly at said ball, Charles Talpert went missing. He was found this morning with his head cut off. How would you explain that?”

“I was with someone all night!”

“Witnesses say you came alone, do you have a name for your ‘alibi’ that was preoccupying your time last night?”

“A name?…I never got his name.”


You had arrived at the ball, debating whether you should just pop-in, say hello to your mother’s friends so that she would know you went, and change into some causal clothes to get a burger instead of the Es Cargo the elaborate party would be serving. You hated snails.

You were living with your controlling mother as a young debutante. You couldn’t help you were apart of a rich family, but you spent your whole life fighting against getting all dolled up and forced to talk to the conceded airhead daughters of your mothers friends.

She couldn’t attend tonight, being sick. So she forced you to go, and wouldn’t stop until you agreed. You were attending college right now, trying to become an author, wanting to publish the millions of stories that cluttered endless notebooks scattered around your room.

She had already picked a dress and a complimentary mask for you to wear. You rolled your eyes and asked the maid if she could do your hair since it was your least favorite part.

An hour later and there you were, coming up the steps, already seeing some of your old ‘friends’ and their obnoxious and equally pompous dates. You stayed close to the wall, avoiding their gaze and successfully slipping by.

Distracted by making sure you had actually snuck away correctly, you had bumped into someone and tripped over your dress, falling down.

“I’m sorry-” You heard a male voice apologize and saw a hand reach out to help you. You accepted it, getting off the hard tile. You saw a tall, pale man with a black mask and suit, brown locks and eyes standing out. You were glad you had a mask to cover your blush.

“Don’t even apologize! I ran into you! I’m sorry about that by the way! Are you okay?” He opened his mouth to speak, but it turned into a smile. He was a bit puzzled that you were concerned about him when you were the one who fell on the ground.

“I’m fine.” You blew out a sigh of relief.

“It’s just i was trying to get away from those acquaintances of mine. I swear every time i try to have a civilized conversation it turns into glitter vs. sequins. I feel like i lose IQ points, you know what i mean?” He chuckled and nodded.

“Although you can’t really actually lose IQ points, they can just change over time without you knowing, but IQ tests will always give you the same results according to Richard Nisbitt, professor of psychology at the University of Michigan.”

“Really? Fascinating.” You marveled and he smiled in appreciation at your interest. You both realized that he still had your hand in his grasp. You shook it, hoping it would be less awkward. “ Y/n Y/l/n.” He brought your hand up to his lips, giving you a small kiss.

“I’m-’ He was caught off by loud and rowdy giggles and squeals. You groaned and rolled your eyes.

“Y/n! Look it’s y/n! Where have you been hiding?” You gave a pained look t o the man in front of you, who gently let go of your hand. You turned around and mustered up a tight smile. Bright neon pink gown and mask filled your vision.

“Hello Clarisse. I’ve been finishing up my last semester at Hamilton.”

“Ah, still in school. I’ll never understood why you took a gap year y/n. You’re not going to stay young forever you know. Men aren’t going to be interested in you if your head is always filled with knowledge or old. Men like arm candy, not a librarian.“ She giggled to her friends and you crossed your arms.

“Ah yes of course.” You rolled your eyes. “ And you must know what men like so much since you seem to always have a different one.” She huffed and gestured to the man behind you, face changing into a Colgate smile.

“Oh is this your date?”

“ I came alone, but he has been keeping me company.”

“We were just about to dance.” He stated, holding out his hand for you. You gave him a grateful look and turned back to Clarisse. “If you don’t mind.” She prissily shook her head, a sour look on her face.

You both made your way to the edge of the dance floor, you both situating in a stance consisting of your hand in his, the other resting on his shoulder, his other on your back, keeping a respectable height before starting to sway side to side.

“Thank you.” You smiled, relived. “I hate to be rude, but she deserves whatever deadbeat she ends up with.” He smiled.

“I can see why you find her so annoying. You know actually, when women are older, it’s the best time to get in a relationship because you have financial stability and a job.” You smiled warmly.

“You’re right! You are! Phft, screw Clarisse.” He chuckled at you and continued swaying, talking about miscellaneous things and staying like that until the man’s friend, a tall, dark-haired Italian man called him over.

You were smiling in the car ride home, your chauffeur/butler who felt like a father-figure to you asked you how it went, giving you a look in the rear view mirror. That’s when you realized you didn’t get his name or number.


It was kind of like Cinderella, except you were accused of murder.

-Third Person’s POV-

Spencer had come into work late, oversleeping. He had stayed up late last night, memories of the evening running through his brain. He really enjoyed your company but forgot to give you his number, which was weird for him. Not that he gives his number to every girl he meets, it’s just he usually never forgets anything.

He didn’t even get to tell you his name.

“What’s with you guys?” He mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as most the team was crowded around the interrogation room one-way window. 

“We think we found our unsub. She was at the fundraiser ball last night, where victim number three- Charles Talpert was found this morning.” Emily filled him in. He turned around and put down all of his stuff.

“She says she was with someone all night, but she didn’t get the guy’s name. Highly suspicious.” JJ added. He made his way to the window and saw a seemingly-familiar face.

“What’s her name?”

“Y/n Y/l/n.” Rossi informed him. Spencer’s eyes widened.

“It’s not her. She was with me last night. I’m her alibi.” He rambled to Hotch. Hotch raised his brow but opened the door, telling Morgan that were alibi was identified and she was free to go.

You were escorted out of the room, a man named Aaron Hotchner apologizing to you and letting you go. You rolled your eyes and started thinking of an excuse to tell your mother. She would be furious.

“Oh y/n… His name is Spencer Reid. and he’s over there.” Aaron told you. You blushed slightly and turned around, seeing the same skin and dark hair. You smiled softly, ignoring the fact that you were almost put in jail.

“Hi.” You said awkwardly.

“Hi.” He answered back.

“Thank you for making sure i wasn’t put in jail.” You thanked him, feeling a bit self-conscious without a mask to hide behind. “You know that you never gave me your name or number. Was i that bad of a conversationalist?”

“No! No you weren’t it’s just- i don’t know. I mean i have a eidetic memory, so i shouldn’t have forgotten, but.. I don’t know. Is it too late to give it to you now? I do hope to see you again before I have to leave.” You smiled widely.

“Of course not.” He ripped off a sticky note from a neighboring desk and scribbled his number down. “I definitely wish to see you again.” You mustered enough courage to peck him on the cheek before exiting the building.

You had fallen for him terribly hard.

pizzaqueerbutt42069  asked:

MC and memes that they share between the characters

as a major shitposter and memer you don’t even understand how happy I was when I saw this <3 


  • calls them may-mays
  • isn’t up to date with memes
  • only likes cat memes
  • unironically listens to the theme from nyan cat, you can find the 10 hour loop of it in his youtube search history 
  • very much likes grumpy cat but genuinely wishes grumpy cat was happy
  • will send you memes he doesn’t understand, he no longer trusts Seven to explain memes to him, after all, Seven just trolls him constantly
  • once tried to be trendy by saying “y u do dis” in the chat, sorry jumin buddy ol pal but you are almost 10 years too late with that meme


  • not a big memer
  • only likes memes that fangirl/slightly thirst over zen
  • the only other memes that she secretly likes are bad employer memes like this:
  • she never posts memes, but has a personal folder of them on her computer


  • is a meme
  • lover of all memes
  • very up to date with memes
  • mourns for harambe, sent a link to Jumin of the “dicks out for harambe” song, Jumin didn’t understand and told Seven that it was inappropriate to do such a thing at the sight of a dead gorilla but did say that he accepted Seven no matter what he was into
  • takes the harambe meme too far, you went to a zoo with Seven and at the gorilla enclosure, he suddenly just reaches down to unzip his jeans and whispers dicks out for harambe and that is the story to why you were almost banned from the zoo
  • responds with sad pepe when you scold him in the chat
  • sends you bad meme pickup lines
  • “that ass must be critical data because I want to back it up”


  • neutral feelings on memes
  • does not go out of his way to meme
  • only shares those memes that joke about being better/prettier than everyone else, but definitely shares memes that are about being forever alone before he’s in a relationship with you
  • probably unironically likes the nice guys finish last meme


  • likes to think he is a meme god
  • is not a meme god
  • likes those terrible middle age mom memes that have minions on them and it’s the worst fucking thing okay yoosung please stop
  • also shares the forever alone memes until you are dating:

Shiina Ringo - The Present

I’m so afraid it’s true

You were so quick

The whole world fits inside of you

In future this is why you’re not here

Night and day

No one can catch
The one who runs away

Oh I’m so ashamed it’s true

Alone I sit in silence
Wrapped in all that’s through
The past I am

I’m always gone now

Night and day

No one can catch
The one who can’t go on

The moment you and I
Extend our hands and clutch them

The time is here and now

It’s magical

It’s something
Like us forever

Night and day

No one can catch
The one who can’t go on

You are the one they all run to

You’re so, so far
So much to want
You must have so much to do

But if our hands unclench

Nothing can be real

It’s only you who pulls me up

The moment’s not old or new

It’s here and now

It’s magical

It’s something
Like us forever

It’s only me
 who stops you fast
It’s neither fair nor foul
It is here and now
It’s right not wrong

So if our hearts still touch 
everything is real

John Laurens x Reader: Lay Down Your Sword

Don’t hate me, dear Anon, but I changed it a little. From “I just want this.” to “I just need this.” I hope it’s okay. 

Also, I believe in being historically accurate - even in fanfiction. So, the dates that are mentioned in this fanfiction are the real dates. (Hey, the more you know, right?) The final letter from Laurens is part of a letter he had written to Alexander before his death. Part of the actual letter is missing, so I took advantage of that. Obviously, I stretched some truths for dramatic tension, and some quotes are from the musical and are not entirely historically accurate.

And I did all of this just so you, my dear reader, can read this and be satisfied. 

“They’re going to attack South Carolina!” Alexander ran into Washington’s tent, panting and holding a letter.

(Y/n) was interrupted in the middle of her daily report of the wounded. As a nurse, she often heard things like this. “I’m sorry, (Y/n), that’ll be all for today.”

She nodded and turned to leave when she heard a familiar name from Alex’s mouth. “John Laurens is more than capable of taking care of it.”

Frozen for a second, she contemplated whether or not she should stay and listen. Dismissing the idea almost immediately, she began her trudge back to the tent.

(Y/n) had been friends with the “Hamilsquad” for quite a while now. John Laurens had “defended her honor” - Alexander says - when a drunk ass tried to grab her. Ever since then, they’ve all been close. So close, in fact, that (Y/n) decided to go with them into the war. With little to no experience in nursing, she was in charge of the numbers and supplies. 

She tried to hide the fact that she was god-awful at nursing, but they always find out. They always find out. Just like they found out she was in love with John Laurens. They didn’t tell him, thank God. But they teased her non-stop.

A few days after Alex had delivered the news to Washington that that the British were going to attack South Carolina, a large part of the camp was ready to move out with John Laurens as their commander. 

“(Y/n)!” Someone shouted from the entrance of the tent. 

A smile came to her face before she bit it down and turned around in mock anger. “John. You know you’re not supposed to be in here unless it’s for official business. I could get in serious trouble!”

“(Y/n)!” Her superior called.

“Shit.” John whispered. 

As (y/n)’s superior got closer, it got harder for (y/n) to act scared. “You’re on break. Why are you still here?”

“I was just putting this away.” (Y/n) smiled as John laughed at his own foolishness.

After they walked a few feet away from the entrance to the tent, John stopped walking and cleared his throat.

“What is it?” (Y/n) turned around to find John posing. Oh my god. She thought as she burst out laughing at his ridiculous position.

“Don’t I look dashing in my uniform, (Y/n)?” He said with a mock British accent. He took his pony tail out and shook his hair before walking with an over exaggerated swaying of the hips.

“Absolutely ravishing, Johnny Boy.” (Y/n) responded through giggles.

“Join me on a walk, my dearest.” The obnoxious accent was still evident in his voice as he extended his arm to her. 

“So, Johnny. Where are we going today?” (Y/n) had plastered on a fake accent to match his as they walked through the camp.

“South Carolina, it seems.” His accent had faded and he was speaking seriously.

(Y/n) stopped and looked back at him, sadness evident in her features. “You’re leaving today?”

“We’re prepping to leave right now.” He gave a half-hearted smile.

She paused, unsure of what to say. This was a huge opportunity for John. He was finally going to be the commander of his own group of soldiers. But…he’s leaving. The only thought that really went through her mind was: He might never come back.

“You’ll write, right?” She looked down, avoiding his gaze.

 “Of course I will! But, I might not need to write to you.” He looked hopeful.

“What does that mean?” She still didn’t look at him. She wasn’t crying, but she was fearful she might.

“It means we need more nurses,” He paused. “And I thought that you could come.”

(Y/n) immediately looked up at him. “But I’m ‘the worst nurse in the revolution’, remember?” She smiled slightly, remembering what John had said when he said when he found out that she wasn’t allowed to tend to wounds anymore.

“Ha! That’s true.”

They both laughed, and (Y/n) braced herself for what she was about to say. “John,”

“So serious!” He joked. “What is it?”

“I…” She took a breath before continuing. “I can’t go with you.”

His face fell. “Why not?”

“Several reasons. One, I’m not a real nurse. I would just take up space. Two, I’m needed here! I can’t just leave.”

“There are people that can take over while you’re gone, aren’t there?” He questioned, grabbing (Y/n)’s shoulder. “Even if you aren’t a real nurse, you’re smart. I could use the help.”



No, John. I would love to go with you, but even if I wasn’t needed here, there is absolutely no way that General Washington would say yes.”

Silence. (Y/n) and John continued walking in silence until the order sounded. It was time for him to leave. 

John turned to her and flashed a small smile. “I have to go.” 

As he was leaving, (Y/n) called out. “John, wait!” She ran up, wrapping her arms around his midsection. 


“Just a little while longer.”

John took her hands off of him and turned around, wrapping (y/n) up in his arms. “I have to go.” He chuckled a little as she buried her face into his chest.

“John…” She looked up at him. “If this is the last time we see each other, I have to tell you,”

“Oh, come on. We’ll see each other again!” He smiled, taking on a joking attitude.

“John.” She sighed and his face got serious once again. 

“You can tell me anything.”

“I know.” 

“Laurens! Come on, Man!” One of the men shouted.

“I have to go, (Y/n).”

“I just…I need this.” She sighed. This could really be the last time that he’s standing here. 

“Are you okay?”

“I love you.” She blurted out.

John froze. His breathing had basically stopped. “Don’t do this. Not right now. Not when I’m leaving.” He made her look at him, grabbing her face.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t not tell you. Especially when this might be the last time we ever speak!”

“(Y/n), I’m coming back. I’m coming back to you.”

Her heart jumped to her throat and she smiled. “Do you promise?”

“I promise.” He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her lips. “I’ll see you again.”

A soldier came running up, trying to find him. “Laurens, it’s time for us to leave.”

“I’m coming.” He flashed (Y/n) a smile before turning to leave.

In the months leading to the end of the war, they tried to exchange letters, but war made it difficult. There was a certain confusion, and, for a long while, it seemed as though no letters were reaching him. In any of the letters that she had received, he never acknowledged anything that she had written him.

When the war ended, October 19th, she immediately wrote to him.

My dearest, John.

The war has ended, we are independent! Although, I’m sure you know this already. Our closest friends - Alexander, Hercules, and Lafayette - are all alive and well. Lafayette is leaving for France very soon and he has expressed his wishes to see you once more before leaving. I understand that you are several states away, but I am waiting, with great anticipation, for our reunion. I hope that you are well. Please, come home soon.

(Y/n) (Y/l/n)

But she got no response. For months, there was nothing from him. Not for another nine months. In July he wrote one letter. It was addressed to both (Y/n) and Alexander - whom he loved like a brother. In the letter, he extended his congratulations to Alexander, concerning his government position. In his letter, he also made it evident that he was still fighting. The separate page, addressed to only (Y/n), was fairly short.


I have a small opportunity to write this, so I apologize for the abruptness. The fighting has been going well, but I shall fight at least once more before I can return home. We have had few casualties and it looks as though we will be victorious. I shall return to your embrace soon, though not soon enough. 

I didn’t get a chance to say it before I left, and I will not write it in a letter. You shall hear of my affections from my own lips.

I hope to see you soon.

John Laurens

His affection warmed her heart, and she smiled. But anxiety plagued her sentiment and she sat to write a response.


I am excited to see you again. But, as excited as I am, I am just as worried. Why are you still fighting? The war is over. What is happening over there? I am fearful for your life, John. Please, lay down your sword and come home. You and Alexander could help lead this nation. 

What will it take to get you to come home? If I must, I will write you a letter everyday to reiterate my love for you. Please, come home, John. 

Yours forever,
(Y/n) (Y/l/n)

She didn’t expect a quick reply. This short letter, alone, took nine months to get to her. But, a little less than a month later, Alexander came to (Y/n)’s home with a letter.

“What is it? Is it a letter from John?” The expression on Alexander’s face told her that it wasn’t something good.

“It’s from his father.”

Her stomach churned, her palms began to sweat. “Can you read it to me?” Her vision began to blur and she grabbed the nearest chair to steady herself.

“On Tuesday, August 27th, my son was killed in a gunfight against British troops retreating from South Carolina. The war was already over. As you know, John dreamed of emancipating and recruiting 3000 men for the first all-black military regiment. His dream of freedom for these men dies with him.”

I’m not in love with you, but I do love you. Let me explain the ticking of my heart. I’m the time you never truly smiled, but still you try. When you tell me you love me, but I don’t say it back it’s not because I don’t love you, it’s because I’m still figuring out what love is. It’s not as simple as telling someone that you love them, is it? It has to be more because I’ve spent 5 years telling someone that I love them to find out that I truly didn’t and I can’t hurt you like that, I can’t hurt anyone like that. I don’t want to tell you I love you just so you can fucking hear it back, no, I wouldn’t torment you with a noose just to hang you a few seconds later. That’s why I stutter when I say, I love you too because who knows if I’m telling the truth… Only me, so why would I lie? Why would I dig a grave inside of that smile? Why would I bury us alive? You see when you say, baby, I love you. I hear it and I love you too, but if I must, if I will, I want to be honest with you. I love you, but I’m not in love with you. Like the way the tree bends because it has been through some windy shit, I just don’t know when to quit and you don’t leave anything unless that’s what they want and I’ve been trying to figure out why it’s so hard to love again and if I’ll be alone forever because it’s hard for me to open up properly, I know I’m not perfect and I know I have a temper, but you still say that you love me and I just, I want to be happy… I really do, but the things I do and the way that I am, who could love someone like me? That’s a question I want the world to answer, but I’d be fine with the silence and I know that you might really love me. I do. I get it. I love you, I do. Just give me some time to be in love with you.
—  A text she won’t be getting any time soon. I’m sorry about me.
Tease||Stiles Stilinski

Paring: ReaderxStiles

Prompt: Can you do one where instead of Lydia being Stiles’ emotional tether, Y/N is and she’s like really awkward about it and after all the finale, the pack kinda teases her about it and Stiles sticks up for her and eventually asks her out

Requested: anon

Warnings: nothing really, other than the pack teasing the reader

Author’s notes: This is my very first imagine, so I hope everyone likes this

Everyone in the pack, except for Mason, Hayden, and Liam, were all sitting outside in the courtyard for lunch. The three were in a different lunch, due to having very different schedules. I had been staring off into space while the others talked about many different things, until I felt a sudden jab in my ribs. I looked over at Malia in curiosity. “Hey (Y/N), when are you and your lover boy going to get together?” She teased with a smirk, followed with a chorus of agreement from the rest of the pack. My face was a deep shade of red, almost like a tomato, and I could feel how warm it had become. “Hey, just because we’re emotional tethers, doesn’t mean we’re in love!” Stiles had defended. I looked over to him, meeting my eyes with his soft brown eyes. He gave me a warm smile and a wink, only for my face to become even more red than it was before.

Before anyone could say anything else, the bell rang to signal that all students were to go wherever they needed to next. I shot up from where I was sitting, grabbed my bag, and practically ran to the next class. I didn’t want to have to bear all the teasing that came with being Stiles’ emotional tether. It wasn’t like we could help it though. We’ve been thick as thieves ever since we were toddlers. Although I had caught feelings with him while growing up. Just the thought of the goody boy with the warm brown eyes and kind smiles made me feel giddy inside. But nothing would probably happen, seeing as how awkward I was and that he’s been in love with Lydia since forever. My mind must have wondered off somewhere because I didn’t even remember making my way to my seat, let alone the classroom itself.

I couldn’t seem to get Malia’s words out of mind. But that seemed to be the case whenever anyone from the pack mentioned something about being Stiles’ emotional tether. I always seemed to become more awkward about the whole situation. I still would wonder why I was his tether and not Lydia, seeing how much he was in love with her. It would make sense too though.

I had been deep in thought when I had felt poking at my back, which caused me to quickly turn behind me to look at Scott. He gave me a smirk before teasing me with a, “If Stiles were a werewolf, do you think you would be his anchor?”

“Well I guess so. I mean, it would make sense because I’m his emotional tether I guess.”

“Yeah that does make sense,” Scott had said, with the smirk still on his face. I turned back around with my face hot. I didn’t know how else to respond to what Scott had said to me.

The rest of the day seemed to pass by pretty slow because in every class, at least one of the pack members would say something about Stiles and I. Though it was like that almost every day, and I never know how to respond to it. Sometimes I’m lucky enough for Stiles to be around to back me up.

I had absentmindedly walked towards my car and not even realized that I had gotten there. I was just glad that the school day was over, and that I didn’t have to sit through any more classes. I wasn’t in any rush to get home either. I just sat in the car parking lot looking at my phone, which had many different messages, all from either the pack, or my parents.

After finishing looking though my phone, I pulled out of the parking lot to go home. The ride was mostly silent, aside from the soft hum that came from the radio. Driving home from school is probably my favorite part of the day. It’s the only time where I get some quiet time alone. My head always seems to be spinning and aching from the stress that pack things may bring. Although, they would always seem to make sure I was safe. The pack is in a constant state of worry for me whenever a new issue arrives to Beacon Hills, and it can get very annoying at times.

When I had arrived home, I made my way up to my room. I had decided on taking a nap, the day was long and I felt more tired than I ever have. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was already fast asleep

I had woken up to the sound of a pounding on my stairs, like someone was running up the stairs. This caused me to grab my mini white board that lay flat on my desk, ready the beat whoever, or whatever, was about to reach the top of my stairs.

When I saw the familiar mole-faces boy I instantly let out a sigh of relief. I looked at Stiles before shouting, “Jesus Christ Stiles, you almost scared the living shit out of me!” He had just given a shrug before defending, “Well you weren’t answering your phone, so I just wanted to make sure everything was fine. But I guess it is because you’re still alive and breathing.” I narrowed my eyes at him before walking back to my room, Stiles trailing not far behind me. He closed the door as he walked in, immediately laying down on my bed. I had gone to my closet to grab a hoodie to put it on.

I sat down at my desk and turned to Stiles. I noticed that he had been looking at me in detail. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I interrogated. Stiles sighed, then quickly shrugged his shoulders. We had sat in silence for a little until Stiles had spoken again.

“Hypothetically speaking, if I were to ask you on a date, and you were to say yes, where would you like to go?”

“Uh, well I guess just a nice restaurant? But don’t you like Lydia?”

“No, why would you think that?”

“Oh well, you just seem to really like her…” I trailed off. Not even meeting his eyes. He muttered an, “Unbelievable, I just wanted to make you jealous. I guess it wasn’t the right thing to do since you pretty much just swallowed your feelings to make me happy. But (Y/N), do you not realize that you make me happy?” I had only looked at with him with confusion, unable to make out any words.

“Damn it, (Y/N), I’m trying to ask you out on a date!”

“O-oh. I, yeah. I’m sorry. Yes I’ll go on a date with you Stiles. I would never say no to that when it comes to you.”

Stiles grinned widely before exclaiming, “Great. That’s perfect.” This only getting giggles from me.

Thanks for reading, I hope that this is okay. Enjoy! Requests are open!