I am small, I am quiet. I often stumble over words that I do not mean while trying to truly mean what I say. I love deeply and fully, but sometimes build walls while tearing other ones down. I make mistakes and scare people away. However, I love myself. I’ve chosen to accept myself. Perhaps you’ll choose the same.
I must warn you, I’m difficult. There will be days where I don’t feel like talking and days where I need constant affirmation. I will need down time and time to recharge. I need to know how you feel about me and where I stand. There will be days where I can’t look in the mirror and I won’t believe any compliment you tell me. I will have trust issues at first, that are not a dig at you, but a dig at my past. I need you to tell me to trust you and mean it. I will need you to listen. I will need you.
On the other side, I will open myself up to you, tear down every brick from the walls that I built. I will tell you secrets and expect you to keep them safe. I will spend my days wondering how to make yours better. I will listen carefully to your struggles and your stories. I will love you harder than anyone ever has. I will give you pieces of me I reserved.
If you want to love me and then you walk away - How dare you? I warned you, I’m difficult.
everyone’s already posted gifsets of this scene and i’m like the last one lol the small text shown above (in the book pages) are snippets from an actual malec love story - specifically, this gem
by @abloodneed! thank you izsak for lending your lovely prose to this
gifset and for entertaining me with talk of malec fic woes while i
slaved over it
okay but like… overwatch seems especially attractive to tall people (reyes, reinhardt, zarya, etc.), so the watchpoints are all built around the idea that the average human height is six foot plus. and since there’s not a chance in hell he’s gonna go fetch a Tall Person ™ to get things down from the top shelves, hanzo starts climbing all over shit to reach the high places. he free-climbs up walls, he can handle a set of kitchen cabinets. he is a hero to the short people on base.
This is a really good point and an amazing headcanon, and as a smol person myself i fully embrace this like you have no idea. The man is also a master of furniture jenga, who can and will use anything he can lift to reach his destination. And being the master of pranks (@blckwatchmccree & I decided this), He is the smol terror the tol’s fear in the dark kitchen when hunting for midnight snacks… they never know what cabinet they might find him in ready to strike.
“Please, don’t do this!” Chat whimpered, eyes welling with tears.
Marinette’s hand struck once more, ripping across his face mercilessly. He recoiled, even as she laughed, “Are you seriously crying right now?”
Her fingers tore across his arms and chest, and Chat wailed piteously.
“I thought you loved me!”
“Which is why the shrine has to come down,” Marinette laughed, amused by his dramatics as she pulled the last magazine clipping of the handsome model off her wall. “The last thing your ego needs is to be worshiped.”
aries - you have to tear down your own walls first; love isn’t the kind to bleed through the cracks. she wants an ocean. give in.
Leo - i hope one day you can break free from your glass house.
Sagittarius- your love has thawed the ice in me; one day the sea levels will rise to drown my coastlines, and I will welcome your waves with all the love my arms can carry.
Taurus - i saw you in a dream once. i used to hold you when you would cry, but i know she’s stitched your wounds and you’re not crying anymore. i hope you’ve found your peace.
Virgo - they told you all roads lead home, but i know you lost yourself somewhere across the Atlantic when you left everything for something you weren’t sure you even wanted. i don’t know who you are anymore, but i hope you find it– whatever it is.
Capricorn - do you still see me in your skylines? i’ve forgotten what it’s like.
Gemini - they say you have another face hidden somewhere beneath your dress, but i’ve never known anyone who so unapologetically belonged to themselves. but tell me, are you really at war with the world? or is it all just a front? will you ever be caught late at night taking your mask off? i wonder what you think when you’re alone.
libra - i caught you once with your face in a book– did you ever catch me looking?
Aquarius - i worry about the way you love, but i envy it, too. there is beauty in always giving, but there is a loneliness so deep in loving what cannot be returned.
cancer - you are the light in every room, you are the beacon in every storm. you are my manna from heaven, you are the house that keeps me warm.
Scorpio - there are cobwebs in the corner where you used to sit, but sometimes I still see your footprints in the dust. you have a way of haunting the people you loved.
Pisces - your words are featherlight, but your actions are made of iron. one day I pray you learn the weight of what you have done.
(Y/n), Calm yourself!” He yelled, “Stop acting like a child!”
You turned on him, your stormy eyes fixed on him. “Me? Childish? Never!” You spat. You started hurling pillows at him, screaming as you did so, “Is this childish, Sherlock?”
“Yes of course!” He screamed back at you.
“Fine!” You took a deep breath before continuing to hurl things at Sherlock while screaming, “Taxes! Bills! Funerals! Work! Relationships! Sex! Cooking! Death! Am I adult NOW SHERLOCK?”
He sighed, dodging back and forth against the things you threw, wincing as some of them smashed against the wall behind him.
“(Y/n), for god’s sake!” He yelled, raising an arm to cover his face as he strode across the apartment to reach you.
Angry tears streamed down your cheeks, “No.” You sobbed.
“No.” You whispered as he got closer, outstretching his arms. And then you gave up, collapsing into his arms with a sob, the tears flowing freely as he held you. The two of you sunk to the floor, where he held you silently as you cowered against his chest. Everything you’d thrown lay around you as a trail of destruction, a tribute to your rage. Neither of you moved, you stayed there still as a statue, the only movement the tears rolling down your cheeks.
“What the bloody hell happened!?” Asked a elderly female voice in shock from the doorway.
“Not now, Mrs Hudson.” Sherlock said with an unusual softness, “(Y/n) and I just had a bit of a fight, I’ll tidy it up later.”
You heard her leave and Sherlock continued to hold you until you were ready to talk. Even if that was hours.
Gency prompt! "I can't stand the thought of losing you." 🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄🦄
Sorry for the late response! I’ve been rather busy lately but I managed to find some time at 2am to squeeze this in! I hope you enjoy!
A response to a prompt for me 2K Followers Event (which is technically still active though with delayed replies I suppose ^^”). Thank you for the wonderful prompt!
Artwork by the wonderful h@ge. It just fitted so well that I couldn’t help but use it <3
The air was quiet without even a breath of the wind, as though the tension had halted the breezes in their tracks. The air felt dry, as if Angela bit her lips as she felt her eyes tear up, her wall breaking down as Mercy slipped away. The confident, professional doctor was gone now, replaced by a teary-eyed angel by the name of Angela.
“Why would you do that? Do you know how much you scared me? I thought you were going to … I didn’t know … Genji!”
With that, she pulled Genji into her, hugging him tightly with his head on her shoulder. She did not want to bury her face in his chest, though it was quite tempting. Though it was definitely an appealing option in most cases, the nearly lethal chest would he just received was definitely not something she wanted to look at right then. Even if she had patched him up to fully healthy condition with only a minor amount of blood loss, she was afraid that if she looked at the crack in his armor, he would suddenly collapse lifelessly in front of her.
As such, she was more than happy to simply hold him closely against her, simply crying gently though calming down with each sniffle she took. She knew it was far from professional and what he needed at that moment, but she couldn’t help it. He nearly died in her arms. Just for this once, she just wanted to be selfish. Even if she was unprofessional, to hell with it. What mattered to her right then was that she could hold him close and feel his warmth against her. A warmth that said he was still alive.
“Angela dear. I can’t breathe.”
Angela paused and sniffled once before pulling back a bit, letting go of him and looking away bashfully. That elicited a chuckle from Genji, which was met with a small pout from the lady facing him, one that did not hide her own smile for too long.
After a moment, Genji let out a soft sigh and glanced away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worried you and done something so reckless. But …”
Angela looked at him, coughing once to push away the last of her unrestrained emotions and putting on a false interrogative frown toward him. “But what, my dear sparrow? You better have a good reason for worrying me so much.”
“I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you.”
That made her stop, looking at him in disbelief. She coughed once, meeting his eyes steadily but finding her cheeks turning warmer. After a short moment of silence, she let out in a soft voice. “Could you say that again?”
That made Genji frown and tapped her on the forehead with his fingers as he said, “Oh now you’re just being greedy. Was it really that special to you?”
Angela bit her index finger between her soft lips, nodding once shyly which only made Genji make an exasperated expression and sighed.
“Seriously. I’ve been in love with you for all this time, hinting and confessing to you in a huge variety of different ways I spent sleepless nights rehearsing. And this is the one you’ll treat at my confession?”
Angela opened her mouth to defend herself, though she was confused herself. Had she really been that oblivious to his approach? While she knew that he was long discharged from her care and hence no longer in her professional relationship, she had not expected him to feel the same way about her too.
However, Genji saved her from having to speak as he continued. “Very well. I’ll say it one more time. I suppose we’re even, now that you have saved me and I have saved you. That being said, I would still like to be able to take you out on a date.”
He gave her a gentle smile, his visor somewhere on the dirt ground in the distance. Not that it mattered though, not when it meant he could gaze directly into her beautiful blue eyes as feel her gentle touch on his arms. With every word he spoke, he made sure to mean every last bit of it.
“Angela, you’re a wonderful part of my life. And I can’t ever bear the thought of losing you.”
The sun peeked from over the cover of the clouds, its rays shining on the wreckage of vehicles and abandoned buildings around the pair. Despite being in such a ruinous place, he supposed that this would be a memory he would treasure more than any other one in his life. Or at least, any that he had ever had before this moment and that she will undoubtedly bring to him. She was a miracle worker after all. A worker, a doctor, and an angel.
“So please, promise me that you’ll always be by my side. Today and forever.”
“Can I come too? I mean, I could be useful”, you suggested to your boyfriend Damon. You were both sitting in a car, on the way to rescue Stefan who was in some kind of trouble; You didn’t know what had happened to him because Damon refused to tell you. “No. No, no, no, no. Did I mention, NO?”
You sighed deeply and crossed your arms, pouting your lips so he knew you were a bit angry at him because he didn’t let you help.
But you knew you weren’t going to stay in the car.
“I told you to stay in the car dammit!” Damon yelled and smashed his fist to the wall, leaving there a hole, “Why did you not listen to me, Y/N?!”
Tears burned your eyes as you looked down to your feet.
“I just wanted to help”, you mumbled.
“You could’ve been killed”, he hissed through gritted teeth.
“But I wasn’t”, you said looking up, talking a bit more louder and more confidently this time, “So why are you so mad at me?” “I’m mad at you because I love you. Next time, you’ll stay in the car. End of the discussion”, Damon said and stormed out of the room.
“Y/n? Honey, are you ok? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Sam asks, voice full of concern as slowly opens up my door. He tries to find the light, but I stop him before he can reach it.
“Please, don’t turn on the light” I croak, Sam made his way over to me and sat beside me on the bed. His fingers carded through my long hair, as he waited for me to respond.
“Sammy.” Was all I could let out before my walls came crashing down and the tears started pouring down my checks. Sam kicked off his boots, threw his jacket on my chair, and got under the covers with me. His big, strong arms wrapped around me like a fortress. Cradling me from the outside world.
“It’s ok, Y/n. I’m here. Sammy’s here.” He cooed to me soothingly. He tried comforting me by shushing me and rubbing my back. I about told him everything until I saw a figure pass by in the dim lighted hallway. I raised up to see who was there, and Dean’s piercing green eyes met mine. He saw the broken on my face and it caught his attention. He strolled into my room and laid on the other side of my bed beside me.
“You ok, Baby girl?” Worry crept upon his face. I squeezed his hand tightly, almost as if I was afraid he was going to leave. The tears still weren’t letting up.
“Ayden broke up with me today.” I choked back a sob and hid my face in Sam’s chest. The boys sighed sadly and try to comfort me.
“I know that we haven’t dated for too long, but I really liked him. He was like my best friend outside of you guys and Cas. He was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, someone who I could be myself with, someone who I felt like actually cared about me, and my feelings.” I explained, as I tried to wipe away the tears.
“I can’t believe he cheated on me with other girls. I thought he loved me, De. Why would he do this to me? I thought he was happy. Am I not enough? He lied to me about everything! He said he loved me, but he didn’t! Not like the way I loved him” I bawled, letting all my emotions out.
“Hey, you look at me.” Dean said sternly.
“You don’t ever, and I mean EVER think that you’re not enough! You got it?” I glanced at Dean and nodded. Trying to be strong. Sam took my face into his hands and met my eyes.
“You’re are enough, Y/n. He was a jerk, and one day you will find the right guy. I promise. Ayden, doesn’t realize how special you are. Don’t let his actions make you feel less. That’s a reflection of him, not you. I know it seems awful right now, but in a couple years you will have forgotten all about him. You’re beautiful, funny, smart, caring, lovable, a kick ass hunter, and you’re Y/n Fucking Winchester! Things will get better, they always do. If they don’t, you know Dean and I always have your back. We will always be here to pick you up when you feel like you can’t go on.” Sam said giving me a small, endearing smile.
“Thanks you guys. I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you, both. The same goes for you guys, too. I’m always here for you boys. We’re family.” I took both of their hands in mine, and at the same time they kissed the top of my forehead. Before I knew it, Cas appeared in my room with a big bag of gummi bears, and a solemn look on his face.
“Hello Y/n, I heard that you were upset and I know gummi bears are your favorite. I thought this might cheer you up.” He trudge over to the bed and handed it to me. I gave him a smile and thanked him.
“I will get through this breakup, because I already have the best guys I could ask for.”
After awhile, we all went out to the living room to watch the movie called “Why Him?”. I’ve saw it already, but the boys haven’t so I offered to rewatch it. About halfway through it I fell asleep, and when I woke up the boys were nowhere in sight.
“Sam? Dean? Cas?” I looked around the bunker to see if there was any sign of them, but I had no luck. On my way back to the living room, I went through the library and saw a note lying on the table from Sam.
Dean, Cas, and I will be back later. We had to pay someone a visit. Love, Sam.
I rolled my eyes and went back to lie down on the couch. Waiting to hear about how much fun the boys had kicking my ex boyfriend’s ass. I fell back asleep with a grin on my face.
It wasn’t like you’d planned this. Any of it, really. Then again, how much can you really plan in the zombie apocalypse? Looking down at your stomach, you sighed. Your hand rubbed over it and you teared up, putting your head back against the wall. Running away hadn’t been your best idea, but it sounded like your only option at the time. The tears finally streamed down your cheeks. “What have I done?”
LENA: When my mother died I began to build a wall around my heart. Every year that wall grew taller. More fortified. Until eventually it became impenetrable. I want to tear the wall down, Supergirl. I do. I just… I don’t have the slightest clue how to do it.
LENA: I never once asked anyone for help but I’m asking you now, Supergirl. I don’t want to become my brother.
i fucking hate the way you look at me now. it’s like you don’t even recognize me anymore and maybe you’re not wrong for that, because after you left i reinvented myself completely. the best part of me was always you and i ripped that straight out. i broke my own ribs at the attempt of tearing my heart out. i bruised my knuckles on the wall whenever i saw you kissing her and i lost myself for a while. i was still the me that was wrapped around your finger; the one you got off on. and then i walked away one day and with shaky hands, i sanded down my bones, creating a sturdy structure. no longer a broken one. i skinned myself alive and i bled myself dry. and then the next morning i woke up from my bed of decay and painted on a new smile. i became someone new. i became someone who’s bones you didn’t break, someone who’s heart you didn’t touch, someone’s who’s skin you no longer have fingerprints etched into, and someone who’s lips no longer remember what it feels like to be against yours and i’m okay with that. i’m a new me, and i hope the old you, the one i fell for, has it in him to be proud of me.