This part of Tyrion chapter in ASOS is so underrated. Look how sweet it is:
“I won’t intrude. Dress warmly, my lady, the wind is brisk out there.”
The wind was brisk, just as he’d warned Sansa, and there was a smell of rain in the air. Perhaps when Lord Tywin was done with him he should go to the godswood and fetch her home before she got soaked.
I just think Sansa brings out a more sensitive part of Tyrion. Its cute.
A/N: Eddie and Richie never express their feelings for each other verbally but did fool around here and there throughout high school and Richie ends up dating someone else because he thinks Eddie never felt the same way.
Warning: Don’t hate me, this may fuck with the feels but it’s okay i promise. Also, there is swearing so if you don’t like that then maybe don’t read? idk sorry fam but they gotta be realistic.
Are you taking requests from the lyrics prompt? 15. "Move on" 31. “Haven’t seen you in a while”
31. “Haven’t seen you in a while”
15. “Move on”
you pulled your black bomber jacket closer to your body, your light jacket was no match for the cold canada air.
you spotted your favourite coffee shop in the distance, exactly where you were headed. your coffee machine in your apartment broke and you were in desperate need of one. that was if you could make it in there without freezing. the sidewalks in toronto seemed extra busy with teenage girls today, you wondered if there was some sort of concert later.
you sighed once you were inside the coffee shop, the warmth of the shop immediately warming you up. you glanced at the few people scattered around the shop, your eyes landing on one specific boy at one specific table.
it couldn’t be him, you thought as you joined the line to buy your coffee, your eyes never leaving him. he could sense that someone was staring at him and in seconds his eyes met yours. he waved, sending you a small smile which you did not return. instead, you turned and faced the front of the line and never looked at him again.
“large latte and a heated chocolate chip cookie for y/n?” the barista called, handing you your drink and cookie. “have a nice day!”
“you too,” you said, taking your items and sliding into a booth against the window. you felt his eyes on you the entire time and it was almost impossible to not acknowledge him, but you needed too.
to distract yourself, you pulled your phone out and started scrolling through your various social media accounts.
“y/n,” he interrupted you, now standing at the edge of your table. “is this seat taken?”
you looked up from your phone for a split second to reveal your ex boyfriend shawn, standing in front of your table with his coffee and muffin hoping you would let him sit with you.
“it depends,” you said. “who’s asking?”
“y/n,” he rolled his eyes. “please. it’s getting busy and people are going to need seats.”
“so?” you said, taking a sip of your scolding hot beverage.
“may i please sit here?”
“fine.” you sighed, going back to your instagram feed. he slid into the booth across from you, setting his food on the table. you could sense is eyes still on you.
“yes?” you huffed, stuffing your phone in your pocket knowing you probably weren’t going to use it until he left.
“haven’t seen you in a while,” he said. “how are you?”
you rolled your eyes, “you’re the one who’s been away for months and months so of course you haven’t seen me in a while. i’m doing perfectly fine.” you lied.
shawn was the one who decided to end things 6 months ago after almost two years, and for no reason at all which left you beyond pissed. he left for a new world tour a few weeks after and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since. you were still extremely upset with him, but deep down you missed him dearly. you missed waking up to his adorable face every morning, and how you two could literally be doing nothing together but still enjoying yourselves since you were together, you missed his random bear hugs, and how we was always there for you even though he was in a different continent. overall, you missed him. you hated to tell anyone though, you thought it made you seem weak. why would you miss someone who left you? you didn’t want to lie to yourself, it hurt when he broke up with you. you really thought he was the one.
“come on y/n, it’s been months. are you still mad?” he asked.
you scoffed, “of course i’m still mad. you broke my heart shawn. you threw two years down the drain for nothing! do you know how many nights i cried myself to sleep because i was missing you? or how many nights i debated on calling you because i was that desperate? of course i’m still fucking mad shawn.”
“i miss you,” he whispered.
“move on.” you said, as much as it broke you to say. you broke a piece of your warm cookie and dunked it in the coffee. neither of you said anything as you watched people walking by the shop. there were many teenage girls passing by, some were taking pictures and videos of the two of you in the window. you knew you were going to be all over the internet later.
“i made you cry?” shawn finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence. his eyes were filled with tears. you raised your eyebrows, finally turning to face him again. you nodded, not wanting to say anything to make him cry.
“y/n i’m so sorry, you know i hate when you cry. even if we aren’t together.” he wiped his eyes, “and knowing i caused it and couldn’t do anything about it makes me feel so much worse.”
“it’s fine i guess, there’s nothing you can do about it now. it happened and it’s finished.” you sighed, sliding over the rest of your cookie. you suddenly weren’t hungry anymore.
“have you eaten anything yet?” he asked, eyeing the cookie.
you shook your head, “i was going to make myself some coffee but the machine broke so here i am.” you chuckled. he knew that old coffee machine you had always broke, it wasn’t rare that you came here for breakfast.
“you need to eat this,” he slid the paper back to you. “please.”
you didn’t take it. “you don’t get to do this shawn.” you mumbled. “you do not get to waltz in here after 6 months and pretend everything is okay!”
you could feel your eyes starting to water but you quickly wiped them before shawn could notice. there was no way he was quick enough to tell anymore.
“y/n,” he reached across the table to grab both your hands. “believe me when i say this. i’m so sorry, my intention was never to hurt you. i thought it would be best if we went our own ways because i couldn’t bear to see you missing me all the time. i thought you deserved someone who could be there for you. i miss you y/n, and it’s too bad it took me this long to realize that i’m the only one for you. you’re the only one for me. i know this is a long shot, but will you please forgive me? maybe we could start things up again?”
you looked up at him, his eyes were full of hope. hope that you could find it in your heart to maybe forgive him.
“i don’t know shawn,” you sighed. “you broke my heart. it took me so long to recover. i can’t go through that again.”
“please y/n, i need you. i was a wreck without you, please.” he begged. “we can take it slow, as slow as you want. just please say you’ll forgive me?”
you weren’t sure if you wanted to start things with him again if it could potentially end how it ended last time. but you knew that he was the only one for you, if you didn’t forgive him now you would eventually.
“okay shawn, but we have to take baby steps? okay?”
Note: This series is inspired by epistolary novels. So, it may still be different from ‘main style’, but it’s something I’m giving a go at nonetheless.
TO THIS DAY
Never, in a million years, did I imagine that I would run into you at Eurwangni Beach. I mean, what are the chance of that? I was speechless for a long while until Taehyung poured water over my head to snap me out of it. Yet, even as I write this, I am still surprised, dumbfounded—whatever adjective you want to use.
It’s been five years since we last spoke, since our last good-bye. I never thought I would see you again and I know I keep saying that, but it’s true. However, seeing you unexpectedly like that: a smile on your face like always whilst you mingled with your friends, the look in your eyes… You haven’t changed at all. Not one bit. Feel free to laugh at me at how creepy I’m sounding, by the way.
It hurt. How he let go so easily. How he never looked back. How he was so cool about breaking her heart. (Name) couldn’t stand it, the pain. She couldn’t stand each girl he brought hone after that, or how he lingered around the kitchen after that, wanting her to notice he’s moved on.
So she packed her bags and left, not wanting salt rubbed in her wound again. “Please tell me you’ll be back, spunky. Its no fun without you.” Tony said as (Name) stood outside he Avengers Tower, hugging everyone. “I’ll try, Tony. You know I dog want to leave either. It’s just… You know, with him around…”
“He can leave, if you want.” Clint said, and she shook her head. “I have another home, another family; he doesn’t. Leave him be.”
Steve sighed as he wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll miss you, sweetheart. You do know he doesn’t deserve you, right?”
(Name) chuckled and pulled away. “Of course, Captain. I’ll keep in touch, okay? See you guys.”
A while later
(Name) sighed as she ran home, trying to escape the pouring rain. “Of all the tines, it had to rain when I didn’t get my umbrella, right?” She muttered, cursing every god she knew.
She slammed her door shut behind her and panted, running a hand through her wet locks. She looked up, and her heart stopped, all blood leaving her fad at the sight of the person before her.
“What do you want, Barnes? How did you fi-”
“Steve. Doll, I just want to talk.”
“Save it. Get out.” Bucky stepped forward and gently cupped (Name)’s face. “Please. All I require is five minutes, baby.”
“(Name), I’m sorry for what I put you through. I really am. I thought you’d be happier without me, because I never seemed to have time for you. I bloody broke my heart in two to let you go, I did. My-”
“Bullshit.” (Name) growled, glaring at Bucky as tears slowly formed in her eyes. “You though I would be happier without you? Oh please. You knew how I suffered without you. Of course I felt neglected when we were together, but I was happy I at least had you. And you took that from me. It hurt, Bucky! It still hurts! After one fucking ye-”
“One year, five months, ten days, doll.”
(Name) bit her lip, tears falling down her face as she clutched her dress harder. Bucky surged forward, grabbing her face and crashing his lips against hers. Both of them grabbed each other, trying to pull themselves closer to one another.
Bucky gripped her hips roughly and pulled her closer as (Name)’s fingers got lost in his brown hair.
Both pulled away from each other a while later, breathing heavily. “I missed you, (Name). One chance?” Bucky whispered, brushing tears off her face and she looked into his eyes.
“Fine. One last chance. Just… Don’t break my heart over something so stupid again.”
“Honey?” I put a hand on Harry’s forearm, trailing my fingers lightly across his skin. “What are you looking at?”
His eyebrows were knitted together as he stared down at his phone. “I think… I think my single leaked.”
My heart dropped, “Are you sure?”
He put a hand on my knee and stood up, “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna call Jeff.”
I swallowed as he excused himself from the table. “What was that about?” Gemma asks.
“Harry thinks his single was leaked.” My mind is racing a mile a minute, knowing Harry had only shared it with me and Jeff. Gemma was still talking, but I excused myself to make a phone call.
“Jen, did you share that file I sent you with anyone else?”
“The file with Harry’s single on it, Jen.” I snapped, getting impatient.
“Uh… Yeah, I think I sent it to a couple people. It was really good.”
“Dammit Jennifer!” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down, “I told you, you couldn’t show anyone else!”
“I know, I know, but they promised they wouldn’t give it to anyone!”
The backs of my eyes burned with tears of frustration, “Bye, Jen.” I hung up before she could answer.
“I just don’t understand.” Harry said later when we got home. “I only gave it to you and Jeff, how the hell did it get out?” He was absolutely gutted and the guilt was eating me alive.
“Did Jeff say where the leak came from?”
“No, said they were working on finding out.” He shook his head, “It’s just so unfair, you know? I know it was coming out in a week anyway, but this album feels like my child and if… Like, if I can’t control something this simple–”
“Harry, I think I was the leak.” I said quickly before I lost the nerve.
I felt his stare, but I couldn’t look at him. “Tell me you’re joking.” He said after a few moments, his voice deadly quiet.
I shook my head, “I sent it to Jen–”
He groaned, “Jen? Really, love? You know your sister can’t keep a secret for shit.”
“I know, baby I’m–”
“Christ!” He swore and banged his fist on the wall, “How could you–?” He seemed at a loss for words and the disappointment on his face was almost too much for me to bear. “You know how important this it to me, how much this means. This is my career you’re meddling with, love, I just can’t understand… You promised.” The way he said those last two words broke my heart. He had so much faith in me and I had broke it.
I shrugged helplessly, “I was just so proud of you I wanted everyone to hear it.”
“You–!” He started then stopped, running a hand over his face, “It wasn’t yours to share.” He said quietly. “How am I supposed to trust you now?”
“Harry, I swear, I’ll never do this again it was a stupid mistake–”
“You’re right. You won’t ever do this again because I’m not showing you anything before release dates anymore.”
“Harry.” I pleaded.
“I can’t trust you.” He said, his face full of sadness. “I’m sorry.” And then he disappeared into the bathroom.
Harry came out of the bathroom, steam billowing behind him like waves, “Jeff called while I was in the shower.”
“Oh? I suppose he told you what an awful girlfriend I am.” I said miserably.
Harry tapped his screen a few times before Jeff’s voice came through the phone:
“Harry… Look, man, I’m so sorry… We just took a look through my email and it turns out someone hacked me and stole the file from the email you sent me. I feel so awful, we can’t email files like that anymore I guess.” There was a heavy sigh on the other line, “I’m so sorry, Harry, I know how much this meant to you. I’ll, uh, talk to you tomorrow and we’ll discuss where to go from here. Alright, see ya.” The line went dead.
“It wasn’t me.” I said quietly.
“No,” Harry said, “But it doesn’t change the fact that you betrayed my trust.”
“It doesn’t change anything.” Harry said, settling into bed beside me, but far enough away where I couldn’t reach him. “But I didn’t want you to have to live with more guilt than necessary, so… I thought you should know. Goodnight.”
paul mccartney, whispering intensely: HEY LENNON, i hate your artsy WIFE and your obnoxious PREACHING and also you’d be nothing without me and you’re crap at DRIVING (also would you please stop trying to lose weight, you look way too skinny and i’m fucking starting to worry, god, you looked fine before, you looked good, if i ever see maureen cleave again, i swear to god) ANYWAY WHAT WAS I SAYING oh yeah you BROKE MY HEART i mean YOUR LUCKY BREAK in two, you bastard, fuck you fuck you, linda loves me a LOT more than i love you i mean MORE THAN YOKO LOVES YOU