you two will always hold my heart

What do you want them to say when you’re gone? That you gave up or that you kept going on?
If it all goes wrong, darling just hold on.

Remember everything will be alright, we can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here.
Just stop your crying, it’s a sign of the times.


Jay and Robin, never forgotten, always remembered. You will live forever in our hearts.
BTS reaction to having a smol and cute S/O

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Seokjin

Jin would love the height difference thing. Especially in the mornings when you would have to reach up to fix his shirt and he would bend down and kiss you.

“The things you do to my heart.”

Originally posted by eatjin

Yoongi

Yoongi doesn’t care about your appearance too much, but he can’t help that his heart skips a beat when he sees you wearing one of his jackets and the sleeves are too long for you.

Originally posted by yoongbeans

Namjoon

Two words: boyfriend sweaters. He would watch you claim all his sweaters as yours, but it’s okay because he always melts when he sees you wearing them. Also: suggestive jokes.

“Yah! Can I have at least one? IT’S COLD BABE.”

Originally posted by forjimin

Hoseok

Hobi would be so whipped. He likes to hold your smaller hands in his and kisses every finger. Your cute laugh melts his heart every time.

“When I’m on tour I love to look at pictures of you and remember how lucky I am.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jimin

Every time he looks at you he can hear a choir of angels sing.

“FinaaaaaALLY!”

Originally posted by cowjimin

(bonus points if your hands are smaller than his)

Taehyung

All the backhugs an forehead kisses. He will also do the thing where he blows on your neck while he hugs you to tease you.

“COME HERE YOU!”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jeongguk

He would sometimes pick you up and carry you around or put you on the kitchen counter. He would love how manly you make him feel.

“Ahhhhhh, I love to help you sweetness.”

Originally posted by jibeom

-Admin Krümmel 

I want the universe to understand that when I ask for the darkness, I don’t certainly mean solitude, even if I want it at the times I refuse to give in for the people who don’t understand what I’m teaching my soul from feeding a random cat in the streets, or holding a friend so tightly, ignoring the scars all over his arms from last night’s battle he had to go through again, or complimenting a girl with a short dress instead of gazing at her black knees, the way they do, you see, I want to be able to steal a kiss or two on the same sidewalk where someone had stolen an old lady’s bag earlier in daylight, then cussed at this couple holding hands like they were the biggest sinners in town, I want to graffiti an abandoned wall with my heart that has been burdening my sleeve for so long, I still didn’t decide to grow apart from it, because I care, I always want to care, in the night, I hear everything calling, that’s why I think it’s always the right time to know how to let go, to blow my hands cold, put the ache of my open wounds to sleep, I just want the universe to believe in me, infinitely, to help me make friends with the contaminated parts of my soul, maybe they aren’t as black as the darkness I ask for, and maybe the darkness isn’t black, it’s just deeper than the rest.
—  hannah-mu 
Anything, Everything

Summary: If she could be anything she ever wanted, it would be the one he loved. [Request]

Word Count: 849

A/N: To the anon, I’m sorry it took me literally 4 weeks (yikes). Should I write a second part?


Everyone says that we fall in love with people we can’t have. She knew she’s already lost him and it’s selfish, really. Because watching her best friend fall in love with someone else wasn’t exactly easy and Y/N struggled.

It’s been nearly three months and she’s managed to get used to it. She hates how naive he was. It was frustrating, to say the least considering that Michele and Ned were actually able to figure it out themselves. He couldn’t take a hint but sometimes, his actions would say otherwise.

Y/N had to watch him adore her from afar. She was everything he ever wanted. To Peter, Liz always seemed to light up the room. But he was Y/N’s sun. He was her moon and her stars. God, she was merely anything to him anymore and it was horrible. 

Here she is right now, pouring herself a drink on one corner of the high school gym transformed with fancy lights and a stage at the other end of the venue.

“Why are you all alone on a night like this?”

She turns around wishing it was Peter by her side only to see Flash Thompson. Y/N manages to stop her eyes from rolling, sending him a tight lipped smile instead.

She takes another swig from the plastic cup before shrugging her shoulders. “It’s not really my thing.”

“Well if you don’t mind,” Flash says while inserting his hands in the pockets of his trousers. “I’d really like to dance with you.”

“Yeah.” Y/N couldn’t help but smile for the sake of distracting herself. “That would be nice.”

What she doesn’t notice is Peter staring from a distance. There’s sadness in his eyes, slowly feeling her slip through his fingers. Her hair flows past her shoulders in a loose braid with her dress perfectly hugging her body. She was art in its purest form.

He’d fallen in love with her a long time ago and it angered him because it took Y/N being held in someone else’s arms to realize it.

It’s stupid of her to use him as some sort of rebound, but she hasn’t seen Peter since he arrived with Liz so it must’ve helped at some point.

Of course, she spoke too soon. 

“Excuse me.” Interfering the pair, Peter sends Flash a look. “Can I talk to her for a minute?” He pulls her out of the crowd before giving him the chance to answer.

“Peter?” Dumbfounded, she lets go of his grip. “What’s going on?”

“What the hell, Y/N?” He hissed. “Out of everyone in the whole school, you take him?”

“It was just one dance, come on—”

Peter was fuming, balling his fists on his sides in an attempt to compose himself. ”And you agreed? I thought you were better than that.“

“I’m sorry? Why does it matter to you?” Her voice was rising by the minute, catching the attention of some students nearby.

“You can’t— Not him—”  

“Because it’s none of your business.” She grits her teeth, eyes flashing and muscles tensing as she held her purse in a tight grip.

“I love you, Y/N.”

This was all she ever wanted. This was all she ever wanted to hear but it was making her nauseous.

“Talk to me. Please.” He’s practically begging, hot on her heels. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

Y/N crosses her arms. “I’m going home.“

“Are you dating him now?” He spoke softly in disbelief, voice almost breaking as he throws his arms up in despair. His voice echoes in the dark corridor, she’s not sure if she heard him right, her mind is hazy and she stops walking before she can get through the door, scanning his disheveled figure.

“God, no! It’s you, Peter. It’s always been you!” She’s choking back her tears, hands quivering as she desperately tries to hold herself together. “I’ve loved you for so long. I wanted to move on and when I finally decide to do something about it, you start running after me.“

There’s silence between the two, a blank expression appearing on Peter’s face yet she could see right through him. He was confused. Lost.  

“Was it the attention? Did you love knowing that you could break my heart?” It’s unfair but anger was flowing right through her, unable to control the words coming out of her. His mouth dries up, heart rate suddenly increasing. “I didn’t know, I never wanted to—“

"You already have.”

It felt like the wind was knocked out of his lungs, he wasn’t aware of the pain he’s caused but it was too late. Peter was blinded for so long because everything he was looking for was standing in front of him.

Watching him love someone else.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Footsteps started approaching and Liz’s voice echoes across the hall. “Hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” She says with a smile across her face. Peter nods, muffling a soft apology.

And when he turns back his head, Y/N was already gone leaving nothing but an empty hallway.


Requests

Masterlist 

REQUEST: Damon and reader. Where the reader is there for Damon throughout everything and he finally realized he’s in love with her!

Doppelgängers. The Originals. The race for the Cure. Heretics. Gemini Coven.

Damon Salvatore and his friends had seemed to have been through it all. Way more than what regular people would ever have to go through. But of course, they weren’t regular people. They were dead. Well, some of them.

Including you.

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to (some of) the girls who built me up
with clay
from sippy cups
and playground days:


1. flower girl in the yellow shorts: you are the softest shade of self and i want to paint masterpieces from your unapologetic way of living. let’s drive away next year to the city that chose us. of all the girls i have scoured for my reflection, i see the most of myself in you. whisper to me the ways you scare and disappoint yourself, i bet our shame and secrets are the same.


ii. fierce girl of foreign tongue: you came to us jagged from the times they broke you and scarred from the times you tried to break yourself. inject me with your courage the way you infect me with your laughter; loud opinions look good on you and i want to try them on too. most of all i love how you taught yourself to be gentle. i know it was hard to yank off the armour you welded yourself into but i hope the feeling of our love against your bare skin is worth it.


iii. girl i have loved longest: among the jewels of the world you shine brighter than all. i think kindness must be stitched deep into your soul. here is a small slice of advice (crumbs in comparison to the bakery of wisdom you offered me over cups of earl grey tea): it is not your job to save any person except yourself. you have a gift for bandaging wounds, but first pick the glass out of your own cuts. remember there are leeches out there who will cry until they suck you dry. old friend, you are not a sponge, you were made for more than soaking up the woes of others. say no when you have to, scream if it that’s what it takes to be heard.


iv. butterfly girl fluent in words and numbers, english and equations: i’m sorry that i did not get to know you better, did not hold you closer. we’ve known each other for over two thirds of our lives but for the most part we stayed on the fringes of friendship. you were always quiet. i know silence too, i understand it well. but here is a pact that should be spoken: as we forge a path into this strange new world, let us discover what it is not to hide behind the tongues of friends. let us not close our hearts and mouths out of fear.


v. enigmatic girl with the changing hair and restless heart: during my mole months i did not see daylight until i received you message. (are you okay? i miss you) i never told you but you were the only reason i left the house that week. thank-you, girl whose love folds along the equator. i always envied your ability to belong anywhere. but one humid night you admit to me that you feel lost, adrift. torn between two people who want to hurt each other almost as much as they want to love you. please know that no matter how far and long you run you will always have a home in me.


vi. tiny girl with the mile-a-minute voice: how the letters and days twist together when you are close. i love you for the way my laughter spills out, ugly and loud, when you talk. i love how deeply you care, how some memories etch themselves into the back of your skull. i did not know such passion could be contained in the entire cosmos - never mind in your elfin vessel.


vii. brilliant girl with the world at your feet: please throw me the scraps from your life. you are the most beautiful creature i have ever beheld but that is the least of your accomplishments. is there anything you can’t do? teach me to speak like you, stitch like you, write like you, think like you, challenge myself like you, work like you, love like you. you could soar so high on the wings you built yourself, you could see things we could never dream up. my only request is that you don’t lose sight of me, waving from the tallest hill i can climb.


viii. fire-hot girl with the ice-cold eyes: you were the final one to join our circle and you made it whole. your jokes have a bite, your compliments have a kick. you could make the sun orbit you, you could make the stars rearrange themselves for the chance to shine on you. saturated girl, i know how hard it is to allow for vulnerability, to tell someone you care. sincere love is throwing yourself off a cliff and trusting the waves to cradle you, but believe me, nothing else compares.
—  to my eight sisters, thank-you for our seven days, thank-you for our six years // L.H.
Daddy’s treasures.

Hi there! This is a short blurb that came to my mind today morning and I needed to bring it to life (It involves dad Harry, and, who doesn’t love dad Harry?)

A reminder: Requests are opened

Enjoy :) !!!



“Daddy, it’s my turn to hide. Close your eyes.” The three year-old girl giggled as she grabbed her father’s hands and tried to bring them to his eyes “C’mon daddy, help me! your hands are very big.” Harry chuckled at the cute little frown settled on her chubby face, as she shook his arms in impatience “Okay, okay.” He obeyed his daughter’s demand, thinking to himself that bossiness was one of the many features she had inherited from her mother, you. The next thing he sensed was the continuous sound of her tiny shoes hitting against the grass, as she run towards her next hiding spot.

You were sitting in a deck chair, looking over the scrapbook Harry had made for your third year as a mother. The paper squares that captured your first steps as parents of a beautiful baby girl, along with the cheesy captions written below, melted your heart. You were so captivated by the images, that the sudden snuggle from your daughter made you flinch “Hey sweetie, what are you doing?” She didn’t give any answer, instead, she curled up in the gap your cross-legged position offered. “Sydney, what’s up, could you tell Mommy?” “I’m hiding from Daddy. He’ll never find me.“ You couldn’t help but laugh when she playfully stuck out her tongue.   

“Are you ready Syd?” Harry shouted from one corner of the garden, to which she replied with a loud, long “Yep!” He got up from his sitting position and stretched his limbs before heading to look for his princess “Mmmm, where can you be?” he muttered as he moved his head from one side to the other, scanning the area. A wide dimpled grin made its home in his face when he spotted a mess of little curls in between your legs. As he got nearer to you both, the high innocent giggles of the child became better audible, confirming his guess. “Mommy is he around?” Sydney whispered, playing with the ties of you shorts. You looked at Harry, biting your lip in an attempt to not chuckle, in return, he winked at you “Love, have you got any idea of where our baby is?” “No, not at all” You felt Sydney leave a light kiss on your thigh, thanking you for not giving her away “She’s really good at this, isn’t she?” “Absolutely” Harry crawled silently until he was right beside the improvised nest your legs made for your daughter. Sydney didn’t even notice as she was too distracted with the colourful ties “Hold on Love, I… think… I… found her!” He took her out from where her small figure rested and rose her up to the sky. The chocolate-eyed girl kicked her legs in the air as loud guffaws broke out from her mouth. When she landed she run towards you to give you a hug “Thanks for helping me Mommy, I love ya.” She spread little kisses all over your face.

The sight Harry had right in front of his eyes brought him goosebumps. Before Sydney’s arrival, three years ago, he didn’t think he could be happier than he was just with you. He reckoned he was at peak of most joy in his life, that nothing was left. Then his little angel came into his life and proved him wrong. The first time he holded her in between his arms his heartbeat rose like never before. Everything about her was tiny and delicate and he couldn’t believe how such a small creature could bring that huge amount of happiness and love. You weren’t less for him; bliss stepped first into his life thanks to you. You two met at college, where he came from an environment of hate and harassment towards him in behalf of his classmates, in other words, he had been bullied. You helped him get over that dark past and returned him the confidence he had lost. You loved him when he was at his lowest and took him out of the spiral of sadness he was in. You were his most beautiful and valuable treasure until Sydney showed up, then she joined the club.

He felt the luckiest man in the world.

That was when he decided to bring the idea constantly settled at the back of his mind to life.

“My loves, I’ll be right back.”

[Few days later]

Harry came back from another day at the park with Sydney. He was placing all the toys they took with them back in their box when she let go of his grip and run to the garden where you were swimming “Baby girl be careful, don’t run that fast.” He interrupted his activity to look after her “Daddy let’s join Mommy, pleaaase.” She begged with puppy eyes “Yeah Hazz, what are you waiting for?” you insisted.

He grabbed Sydney by the hand and took her to her room where he changed her clothing for a swimsuit; he later did the same with his. 

Once in his father’s arms, she noticed a foreign spot in the middle of his clean skin “Daddy, what’s that? Did you stain yourself playing with the markers?” She touched the words with her silky pads “No sweetie. It’s a tattoo.” She gave him a confused look “It’s something you draw on your skin which, most of the times, is meaningful” She brought her thumb to her mouth as she studied it “Have you got any idea of what it is?” “Of course Daddy, I’m a very clever girl.” He chuckled “Okay tell me” The naive child opened her eyes wide, as she realised she hadn’t an answer “Ehh… I dunno.” He gave a loving stroke to her cheek and later placed a kiss on it “It’s yours and Mommy’s name. And it’s located at the area where my heart is because you both are always in my heart.” She blushed and nuzzled in his chest, giggling “I like it very much.” He tickled her tummy,

“And you know what? the best part is that it’ll last forever, just as my love for you two”

anonymous asked:

what are your favorite sanvers fics?

BOI i have so many but idk if i can remember them all yikes

there are so many more that i know i’m forgetting so i might add to this post in the future if i remember any 

anonymous asked:

do you guys have any new non-au stuff?

We probably do so I’ll look for them right away!

Something To Do With Hands by lethallergic [TaeKook, rated E, 49k]

Hold You Close, Tonight And Always by porridgemilk [TaeKook, rated E, 9k]

Let’s Not Fall In Love by hobe [YoonSeok, rated E, 8k]

call me a baby by codepink [Jimin/Everyone, rated T, 7k]

Hello, I’m Min Yoongi, and I’m not desperately in love with you. by Giveme5minutes [YoonMin, rated G, 13k]

Put my heart back together by Kaminari [JiKook, rated E, 7k]

Pastel by Supermans_crib [Jungkook/Everyone, rated E, 92k]

fake it [til you make it] by Yenelai [TaeKook, rated T, 9k]

it’s only the two of us everything I need’s between those thighs by colonized (colonized_main) [TaeKook, rated E, 6k]

hey you! (you steal looks with your body and face) by Throne [YoonJin, rated E, 5k]

I hope you enjoy all of these!!!!!!!!!!!! They’re all great, #bless all of the authors mentioned here!

-Admin Nana

GREY AREA. (M) | 02

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

cr.

“You said my heart holds all the wreckage and still manages to grow a forest out of it.” -The Forest / Kriti. G

›› Pairing: Min Yoongi / Reader
›› Word Count: 6,805
›› Chapter Index 
›› Soulmate!AU, Slowburn, Angst




Two days later you are sitting at a table located outside a small cafe that you and Yoona often find yourselves at. Whether it be because it’s nearest to the college you both attend, or how cheap their beverages are, you both are always returning to the quaint little building.

You sit with one leg crossed over the other, hair up in a messy pony tail, back pack hanging lazily off of the chair your back is pressed against. Arms strewn across the surface of the table carelessly, and mind not letting you focus on the words spewing from Yoona’s perfectly glossed lips.

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Rowan x Seraphine fic (Sastiel prequel)

Since it’s Rowan Month, I’ve decided to add a little Seraphine backstory which takes place before Sastiel! This is a pivotal point in the story, where you understand more about how Seraphine came to be.

Check out Part I, Part II, Part IIIPart IV and Part V of my Sastiel fic.

*****

Rowan watched Seraphine’s curious little face as she listened to every word Dorian murmured in her ear. The two sat underneath a large oak tree, its leaves already falling from the change of season. Seraphine, who had been playing by the garden, was already marked with the stains of dirt and grass. To Rowan’s relief, Dorian didn’t mind the stains—he had still perched Seraphine precariously on his lap—letting her play with his hair as he read to her.
Although, Rowan was indeed aware of the dark golden eyes staring right at him.
He tried to ignore it—just as Dorian had ignored the dirt on Seraphine’s dress—but they were pinning him to the spot, demanding his attention.
Rowan finally turned to meet Manon’s piercing gaze.
“You can’t control fate Rowan Whitethorn.”
Rowan said nothing to the Witch Killer.
He continued to say nothing as he tried to get the images of Aelin, grieving, weeping in front of the witch mirror, said nothing as jagged images of their child’s fragile future flipped into view.
And a prophecy, loud and clear.
A marking, a ruby as bright as blood, an eclipse.
“There must be another way,” he whispers, turning those words over and over.
Rowan took in the sight of his daughter under the rustling auburn tree. The shape of her face, her full lips and the eyes of the Ashryver line—bright turquoise with a ring of gold around the pupils. Though, it was Seraphine’s hair—the only thing about her that was his—long, gleaming and silver.
If Rowan’s fireheart was the sun, Seraphine was the moon.
When Rowan and Aelin announced they were with child, Aedion had been so excited to be an uncle, Lysandra and Elide squealing with joy at the thought of a precious boy or girl to dress up and play with.
Despite their joy, it was the Crochan Queen who resented the idea.
But when Seraphine was born, when Manon saw the hair, grey, silver, like spun thread, she was instantly drawn to Seraphine. So protective—more so than Aedion, Dorian, Fenrys and Lorcan combined.
And when Manon and Dorian took Seraphine out to play, the court had even murmured that Seraphine could pass as their child. Until you notice the colour of Seraphine’s eyes.
“The circle is closing,” Manon continued. “We need to do this now.”
“We can protect her.”
“You and I both know what needs to happen, King of Terrasen. Aelin—”
“Aelin is my wife—and we will decide together.”
From the rise of his voice, Seraphine looks up. The sight of her happiness undid Rowan. She stood from Dorian’s lap—giving him a sloppy kiss on the nose—before bounding towards Rowan.
“Daddy,” Seraphine says as she lifts her arms up to be carried, “look at what Uncle Dori taught me.”
Seraphine opened her palm—empty—until an open flame ignited.
The flame was small, slowly taking form in Seraphine’s chubby hands.
Then it grew.
A body.
A beak.
Two wings.
“It’s you,” Seraphine says to him.
Rowan doesn’t correct her that he’s a hawk. He doesn’t voice the fear in his heart that a bird made of fire would never be able to fly to the moon.
He simply smiles, holding Seraphine closer, and says in his fae language, “Then don’t forget it my moon. That way, i’ll always be with you.”

So I ask her about love and she tells me about the bits of us that we give away. You’ll never get them back. When you’re this empty you’ll try anything to cover up the void. So I ask her about her favorite color and if it has anything to do with passion. We feel more pain than we’d care to mention– so we draw, paint and write just to have a little more self-expression. So I ask her if she hands away so much of herself, who is she by the time it’s all over? You don’t really know someone until they walk away. You don’t really love someone until it’s too late. You don’t know a damn thing until it’s all said and done. So I ask about her smile. Are you happy when we’re talking? Do you enjoy this as much as I do? So I ask if she does late afternoon runs to run from herself or to find something. Do you chase ghosts too? Inside those halls, you’re trapped in photographs. Inside that soul, you’ve burnt the whole house down. Inside that heart, you’re still looking for love. So I ask about us and if she sees hope. She points to the smile that they used to love. She points to the scars and sketches a constellation of promises on my skin. So I ask if she’s a sucker for love poems and honesty. So I ask if she’s ever been hurt before. What do you do when it’s just you? Does the anxiety rip you inside out? You can write until you’re all out of words. You can love until your heart is a grain of sand. You can be angry until your fist bruises the night. So I ask her about love and if it’s ever worth it. Do you really see us together? Isn’t it weird? Two strangers. Before meeting– you didn’t exist to one another. Now? You’re routine. Now? You choose to stay. I can ask if she really means it all. I can ask if she believes me. I’m always in my head picking myself apart. I’m always in my heart sorting out feelings. The complexity of something as simple as saying I love you to someone bothers everyone who stays up really fucking late. We all have a past that won’t sleep. We all have a present worth living. The future? I don’t know if it holds us, but I’m here until the last page.

EXO Reaction to getting a lot of support from their fans and their girlfriend’s

So I finished early today and I thought it would be good to take my mind off studying for a little while and write some pending stuff. ILY and thank you for waiting, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*He can’t with it* “Look at them jagi… holding banners with our couple name… it’s so sweet!” *Relationship goals*

Kris:

*Always goes online to read fanfics of you two xD* “I might have a blog about us… or not…She can’t know I’m our fan number one”

Sehun:

*He would probably post everything about your relationship on Instagram* “I’m giving these flowers to my jagi today, do you guys like them? Should I buy more?”

Tao:

*Pretty shy baby* “Do you hear that baobei? It’s our fans chanting our name outside… my heart is beating so fast”

Kai:

“I told you there was nothing to worry about, going public was one of the best things we have done. I love showing the world that you are mine, and the world supporting it”

Xiumin:

*He would often be fangirling with your fans* “Omg omg I have to tell you this thing y/n did the other day! It was so cute!”

Baekhyun:

*Always showing his love and thanks to the fans for supporting you*

Luhan:

“You see what we did there baobei? We united our fandoms… it’s so beautiful. Thank you y/n for letting me be part of your world”

Chen:

“How come our fans have better pictures of us than we do…. how?” *He really wants to know… and also wants good pics too xD*

Kyungsoo:

*He knew it would happen* “I hate saying it but I told you so. There was no way the could hate you, you are adorable and I’m the lucky guy that got you”

Lay:

*He’s always online, reading everything the fans write about you two* “I wonder how they get to know all these things… I bet someone is telling them… giving them some info, probably Baekhyun… but they say we are relationship goals which is nice”

Suho:

*Him every time he hears someone talk about you two* “It’s so heartwarming hearing people talking about us with such nice words”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Cuddling with Haechan
  • okay, so the anon who requested this asked for something super fluffy
  • so y’all are informed okay
  • i miss this lil baby soo much i want to cry
  • he looks so beautiful in the trigger the fever performances i’m in love
  • but okay, let’s just start this
  • first thing first, everyone knows how clingy this smol being is right
  • he loves skinship and hugs and kisses and everything that’s fluffy and cute and soft
  • so he’s always down for cuddles, cuddling you is like his favorite part of the relationship lmao
  • he loves being able to caress your warm skin with his fingers as much as he wants and just sing softly a few songs in your ear
  • and he knows that when he does that it’s like heaven to you so <3
  • it’s indeed the perfect relationship yeah
  • and he gets really clingy for the rest of the day and just forget about him letting you breath because he’s never letting you go ever again
  • i need something like this in my life
  • but going to the story now !!!!!!!!!!
  • you were on a sleepover @ dreamies dorms
  • he wasn’t jealous at all of you being friend w them bc they’re stupid and don’t know how to treat a girl properly right
  • but he loves remindind them that you’re only his and he’s just so proud of having you so he’s not scare of showing his skinship in front of them
  • and them never really tease you that much because hE’S BASICALLY DOING IT ON PURPOSE HELLO
  • y’all ate together and played around the whole day
  • so when it’s bed time they’re all basically dead bc of how much they runned and played
  • but you and hyuck being the happy virus of the whole squad still had some energy left
  • ya’ll decided to sleep together in the same bed
  • and honestly, mark wasn’t dealing w/ y’alls shit
  • even if he sleeps in a separe bed it’s still the same room and that’s a no no from him
  • so he just slept in chenle’s room with mc ari and let him sleep with jisung in the living room lol
  • it was like one or two am and you just couldn’t sleep
  • and donghyuck being the perfect boyfie he is obviously stayed up with you
  • so both of you where there, laying in bed talking about random stuff and laughing like idiots
  • and from time to time you could hear jeno and renjun talking shit about y’all and telling y’all to be quiet lmao
  • but you started to felt bad bc baby hyuck was yawning every two seconds and he looked so sleepy
  • aww :((
  • “hyuck, you know that can sleep if you want to, right?”
  • “no, no, my baby needs me”
  • and hae has this habit of always need to cuddle someone when he’s really sleepy?
  • like unconsciously he would hold you closer to his body and grab your hands
  • and omg it’s the cutest thing ever, it always makes your heart beat at the speed of light
  • you snuggle closer to his chest and let him play with your hair
  • and from time to time you would leave little innocent kisses in his jaw and cheeks
  • and you could hEAR HIS GIGGLES OMG
  • “stop kissing me so much”
  • “why? you love my kisses”
  • “i do, but, what about,,,, i don’t know,, kising my lips next time?”
  • aND YOU BLUSHED LIKE CRAZY BECAUSE WHATT
  • y’all didn’t had a first kiss yet and, omg you suddenly got so nervous
  • bUT HELLO HE WAS BASICALLY ASKING FOR IT
  • and you kinda wanted to kiss him too so
  • “i guess i can try”
  • so you cupped his face and looked at him
  • aNd he smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile too
  • the only light there was in the room was the one that came from the room’s window
  • and let me tell you that the moonlight in his face made him look even more ethereal than he already is
  • your heart fluttered and you just went for it you know
  • slowly getting closer to his face until your lips meet his
  • aND OH MY GODDD
  • you could felt a million of butterflies in your stomach and you gET SO FLUSTERED AW BABY
  • and he felt the same things i swear!!
  • he placed his hands around your figure and omg his touches did help you calm a bit but tbh he was just as nervous as you were
  • but your lips felt so good and omg he was in cloud 9
  • when you separate both of you started to giggle and blush like to smol kids
  • and, i mean, that’s basically what y'all are anyways so
  • he hugged you and you could hear his heart beating so fast and you get so soft omg
  • “thanks for this, you cutie, i adore you”
  • “i adore you to, babe”
  • “we should definitely have this goodnight kisses more often, but not only at night but like every hours of the day, what do you think”
  • this kid istg
  • i love the idea tho
  • y’all finally get sleepy and cuddle each other to sleep <3
  • this is so cute, i think i’m dying
  • but anyways the end
  • <3 i hope y’all like it a lot bbys
Dive

He’s lying in bed, highlighting a piece of work he doesn’t really understand for his English class. His headphones are planted firmly in his ear, softly playing beats into his mind as he tries to concentrate on the piece of 19th century literature in front of him.

The music turns on shuffle, the next song causing him to smile wildly as he remembered a certain short blonde dancing stupidly around his kitchen to the music. Just the thought of her made him completely forget his surroundings, wanting to be with her. He drew his attention to the rain that was tapping at the window and hitting the ground below it. The streetlights had become fuzzy, round balls of dim light in the midnight haze, the indigo sky clear of any stars.

A knock sounded at the very window, causing his attention to snap to the figure in the frame, just across from the bed he was resting on. Speaking of the devil, a Miss Maya Hart was shivering as he rushed to the window to open it. He smiled at her reckless spontaneity but it felt like it was slapped off his face as he saw her expression.

She looked small, her soaked hair clinging to her shoulders as she sniffled and climbed into his heated room. She wore a scared - or angry, he couldn’t tell- expression on her usually soft features which appeared harder than usual.

“Maya, what the fuck happened?” Lucas questioned, eyeing the vulnerable girl up and down, trying to decipher the best way to go about this.

“They know!” She said through gritted teeth as if it were obvious.

Knitting his eyebrows together, Lucas paused as he was about to pass her the blanket from his bedside. “What?” He asked, gently wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. She grabbed the blanket off of him and shook of his touch, shrugging her shoulders away from him.

“Riley and Farkle. They know about us. About you and me Lucas.” She whispered, her eyes meeting his as he looked on in confusion.

“And? So what?” He grinned, tapping her jaw with the pads of his forefingers. She lifted her chin off of his fingers, diverting his affection as quick as the speed of light.

“Maya? What’s going on?” He asked. She looked towards the puddle she was making on his bedroom carpet, the evening’s shower’s remains being left as a present of a sort. She thinks through her words, deciding that what she was feeling needed to be addressed, her heart racing at the thought.
She deeply sighed, her chest rising then deflating in a slow but sure rhythm.

“I can’t be with you Lucas. I can’t keep doing this - whatever ‘this’ is. I know we’ve always said that it’s just two friends. But friends don’t do what we do and you know that, I know that- Lucas don’t.” She interrupted herself as she snatched her hand away from where he was intertwining their fingertips together.

“I don’t want you to kiss me anymore. I don’t want you to hold me in that way that makes my stomach flip because I know that the feeling isn’t mutual. Lucas, stop lying to yourself and stop lying to me. Don’t say you need to if you don’t and stop calling me those names. We aren’t together, Huck. You’ve heard it from everyone, we’ll never work out together.” She was choking on the last few words, her voice a little hoarse from the lump forming in the back of her throat.

He’s not sure what to do. He doesn’t know what facial expression to wear, or what he should say. His eyes pull downwards, his forehead creasing as he looks as the tiny, soaking girl in front of him who just rejected every part of him he gave to her. But, he knows Maya too well. He knows that an insecurity in the back of her head nagged and nagged her until she truly believed that her best friend/ boyfriend/ friend with benefits didn’t love her, even though he told her 50 times a day.

It had kept her tossing and turning end on end of nights, doubts plaguing her thoughts.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, she guessed it was she didn’t trust herself enough to let someone come that close and break down the barriers that she had spent her whole life building and guarding so carefully that even her sunshiney brunette bestie believed that was the real Maya.
And he begins to laugh.

This time it’s her time to look confused, looking up at the howling boy beside himself with laughter. She doesn’t understand. His laughter subsided and he took both her cheeks into his hands like he had only 2 years ago. Everything had changed since then, but his hand felt so familiar, like home after so long. Her breath hitched a little at the warmth between them and he began to speak, looking her directly in the eye (she melted just a little more than she would like to admit under that sea green gaze).

“Maya. I will always, truly, deeply love you. No matter what excuse you want to make up, no matter what you want your little head to believe, I will love you until all the nights turn to days and all the weeds turn to flowers. It’s okay to be scared, I’m freaking terrified to be honest with you, but you mustn’t believe what you or others tell you, okay? I love you, and that’s enough for us.”

Then he brings her mouth closer to his own and plants a soft, delicate kiss onto her smooth lips, his warmth passing through her as she felt her knees go weak.

He pulled away and she let our a little sneeze, but her smile was bright enough to light up Times Square. He wrapped an arm around her as they fell back onto his bed, pulling her closer so she could snuggle into him.

“Who told Riley and Farkle anyway?” He wondered out loud.

“Zay.” Maya hissed his name, squinting towards the ceiling as if it were the big mouth himself.

“Oh I’m gonna kick his flat ass real hard.” Lucas chuckled, tapping her on the nose as he rides to reach for his phone, dialling the mischief maker’s number. A voice picked up on the other end, undeniably Zay-like.

“Heyyy Man chill. I said do you wanna hear something about Lucas and Maya, they said yes! Not my problem dude, now let me get back to my soaps in peace - i don’t need y'all’s actual drama.” The pair chuckled as they heard him stumble across something in his room.

“Holy mother of God I can never get any peace around here. Good night lovebirds!” He sang joyfully.

“Goodnight Zay, I’m still gonna run your ass over though.” And with a small yelp from the other line, Lucas hung up, smiling at Maya once again.

Love for the Signs
  • Aries: You try so hard to show your bulletproof vest to the world, but why is it every time they shoot, you bleed? Sweet Aries, you keep tying yourself to the train tracks without telling anyone, but whenever that train comes, your noble heart is crushed under insecurities' wheels. You'd rather watch yourself bleed out than ask from a giving hand. Your heart is too pure and your intentions are too raw to hide from others. Dear Aries, you are worthy of vulnerability. Exposing yourself to others does not and will not make you weak. It can only give you power.
  • Taurus: My sweet, dear Taurus, you are radiant in your glow and the person who ever told you otherwise is a damned liar. You pick their words off of sunflowers and dress yourself in their pedals, but Taurus you must let yourself see the flower as a whole. You sew the vibrant pieces to your heart without realizing that half the flower is already dead and now you are attached to something that no longer has life. You thrive in the grandeur of nature and having death fastened to your insides drains your once fluorescent glow. Something you once thought was so right, is now wrong. Admitting your faults will only let your heart breathe.
  • Gemini: Oh, the vivacity of life you hold within you my exuberant Gemini. You live two lives at once, you're a stimulated bolt of youth while simultaneously being a fallen heart always one finger away from an anxiety attack. Sometimes my dear, we can't see you with your forged facade. Do you even know which face you may wear today? It's an unconscious action, you feel both sides so you are able to be both sides at once and the others call your blasphemies. My dear, stop trying to suppress half of yourself in order to accommodate to their needs. Love both sides, then you may feel whole.
  • Cancer: My darling Cancer, are you still in bed holding your chest waiting for them by your window? You stand at the corner of their hearts holding a sign for hire "needed to be needed, loved to be loved" but didn't anyone ever tell you no one will ever love you as much as you do? If you move your hand from your chest, i promise you darling your heart will not fall, it can only grow. Your empty spots are not fatalistic, they are opportunities to be filled with the daises you picked from your garden. So let go sweet Cancer, let go and let in the fresh air of your beautiful aspirations.
  • Leo: I love to watch you paint as you delicately carve your love into trees you wish to lay under. You dream of peace but only seem to land on a pile of stressful need. Your heart is too big for them my sweet Leo, your heart is too pure and genuine that it often consumes you. They call you prideful but don't they know its because you already gave your heart to them and watched them squeeze its evergreen beauty? Your pride is not bad nor is it rotten or grim, it is an example of your standards. They broke your heart once and you'd be a fool to let them break it twice. Hold your head up high dear Leo, but remember to look down every now and then.
  • Virgo: You order ORDER itself and when it doesn't listen to you, you deteriorate into shambles. All you ever wanted was to help the ones you love, to give guidance for those who can't see past their eyes. Your detailed eye does not go unseen and your hidden heart will not go unfelt. You are the face of sacrifice, genuine in your quest for perfection but you must realize that you do not have to suffer. My sweet Virgo, you've come to know many lovers but have yet to know yourself. The ocean may seem infinite but you are far from the bottom, you may use your thoughts to drown yourself or you may use them to float. Your Mondays handwork with a heart full of integritY, but please my beautiful Virgo, let yourself breathe and enjoy the release of a Friday afternoon.
  • Libra: Dressed in black and red stained lips, you are lady lust herself playing both sides through stolen sips of wine. You hand out pieces of your heart in perfume masked gift baskets and then at night you hold yourself and wonder why you feel so empty. You have an exquisite soul my dear Libra, but you must stop walking around in the graveyards at night, trying to bury your feelings won't keep them from coming back alive. You fell in love with love itself and now the queen of the equilibrium can no longer keep balance. Sweet Libra, you are worthy of a voice but you must first speak to be heard. Stop using others affection for you as a measure of your worthiness, you must sit in silence and wait for what you cannot change.
  • Scorpio: Oh my dear Scorpio, how long has it been since you felt secure? Your jealous rampages are the result of your fractured loyalties and now when you do hold trust they often crush it in your hand and you're left to watch it fall through your fingers. You cannot manipulate another to love you. You are not tongue tied, you are delicately planned words with secret intentions hunting the truth you never wanted to know. My beautiful Scorpio, you must realize when to let yourself be. You haunt yourself with the action of others, but what they did to you does not define you, and it will no longer control you. The clever mind of a Scorpio shall not be wasted on the weak willed.
  • Sagittarius: The adventurous Sagittarius, which walks of life have you danced with today? You sing with the stories of tomorrow and live with the spontaneity of today, but you must realize that life is painted many different tones; it's wingspread freedom, but it's also storms of serious. Honesty is a virtue that we all thank you for, but my dear Sagittarius the integrity of others is not a joke you can recklessly play with. You are the embodiment of optimism cloaked in yesterdays ambition and tomorrows hope, you are beautiful in your wisdom. But life must be taken from all sights, you are the king of experiences, so dearest Sag, let yourself experience your emotions.
  • Capricorn: My dear Capricorn, you are grand in your restless hunger for the mountains peak. Rushing up the mountain side, trying to make it in time for the sunrise where you wish to lay in the hands of another sipping victorious wine. And although that sunrise will be magnificent in it's symbolic accomplishment, you must realize that missing it isn't a catalyst to your defeat. Although achieving hard works ambition is glorious, your hands are now ice and your heart isolated. This fight to the top may be easier alone, but who will hold you at the end? Remember, with every sunrise there is a sunset, both are qual in their beauty.
  • Aquarius: You are a blessing to tiresome routines while dressed in fortified independence. They can call you bundles of hand me down labels, making you a character to fit into their games but you will rebel to the noise and continue your crafts. But you see my sweet Aquarius, being a voice for the good, your beautiful detachment to judgement is also your biggest hamartia. Others are attracted to the impressions you plant and grow attachments while you disengage when you feel restricted. You must realize others do not break from their emotions so easily, your actions often leave scars. Let yourself be sedated by others, having emotions run deep is fatal but my dear Aquarius, you will never feel more alive.
  • Pisces: An extravagant castle, you are the magic that lives in all of us. The purity of your heart whispers divine compassion, constantly giving love to passing creatures. You live with not only your emotions, but you hold the hurt of everyone around you, you feel their tales of travesties. And my dear Pisces, when all you can do is feel floods of yours and others hurricanes, you escape back to your castle with locked gates. But my sweet Pisces, you must understand that you cannot live in that castle, you cannot wash away ruthless pain with sun dried whiskey and vindictive vodka. Your creative soul is magnificent, so never stop drawing your castle, never stop exploring the depths of your imagination, never stop having empathy, but you can't stop living.
Isaac Lahey Imagine- If I Die Young

Anon- Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Isaac and like they love each other and when their fighting the Nogitsune she dies instead of Aiden and Instead of Isaac being there he would be inside the school with Lydia and the others. Then when Lydia runs outside Isaac runs too and then he sees the readers dead body and you can do the rest? Sorry this is long.

Author’s Note- Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it, but I was trying to make it as sad as I could so I focused more on memories rather than the build up of the reader’s death. I also made it so both Allison and Aiden didn’t die. I hope you enjoy x

Masterlist

The last day of your life, at seventeen. Death is unavoidable, but it came too soon for Y/F/N. Of course you knew your time was limited, like everyone else’s on earth and yet still it’s a shock when it happens to us and the people we hold close to our hearts. You never know what day could be your last and sometimes that never quite sinks in.

“I’m here to save my best friend” Allison said heroically, you’d always admire her for her strength. “Remember what we agreed?” Isaac asked sternly. “I’m not waiting in the car, I’m not sitting around doing nothing while two of my best friends are in there dying!” you exclaimed, forever feeling weak. “I promised to keep you safe, get in the car now!” he shouted. “You know what, fuck you Isaac!” you didn’t know where that anger came from, but you knew deep down he was doing the best he could to protect you. Regardless, you stormed back into the car and slammed the door shut, Isaac locking it behind you. He blew a kiss at you through the window, you rolled your eyes but pretended to catch it anyway with an involuntary smile on your face. They all then split off, some to find Lydia and Stiles, some to help fight off the Oni. You were sitting in the car for what seemed like hours, hearing the sound of growls and swords. That’s when you saw Ethan, Aiden and Derek walking towards Void Stiles, who was guarded by more Oni soldiers. “It’s silver, silver kills them!” you heard Allison shout, but you noticed the other three didn’t hear as they began to fight. Without hesitation you began to pull on the door handle but you were completely locked in. You noticed one of the windows at the back was slightly open and so easier to break, you climbed over and began to kick it with all your force until it eventually broke. You then proceeded to climb out, ignoring the cuts you got from the shattered glass. You pried open the trunk of the car and took out one of Argent’s guns and ensured you picked up the silver bullets, you loaded it before following the three of them. “Y/N! Get out of here!” Derek shouted, as a sword sliced his back. You ignored him and ran down the stairs before shooting the Oni in the chest with a bullet and watched as it immersed into green smoke. The four of you shared a small moment of optimism and hope, until the worst thing imaginable happened. “Y/n move” Aiden shouted, but it was too late. They watched as a sword was being pulled from your stomach, before Void Stiles and the remaining Oni disappeared. Derek managed to catch you as you fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt and that’s what scared you. Allison and Kira ran down to you all, both of them devastated by what they were seeing. “Oh my god” Allison gasped, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she stood there crying at your motionless body. Lydia’s shill scream echoed through the heads of the werewolves, before her, Scott and Isaac ran out of the building. “No” Isaac said with a weak whisper upon seeing everyone crying around someone. “NO!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs to you. He dropped onto his knees as his heart sank, he cradled you in his arms as Derek stood up. Scott and Lydia walked over hand in hand, joining the others during such a sombre moment in all of your lives. Your shaky hand reached out and cupped Isaac’s cheeks, as his tears dripped down his face. You smiled softly, but this time it was different, your face smiled but your eyes did not. “Please don’t leave me” he cried. “I love you, Isaac Lahey” you managed to say. “I love you” he said softly as you took your last breath. He began screaming your name as your eyes fluttered closed, he clung onto your body until he had to be pried off hours later by the paramedics, but it was already too late. You were gone. 

Isaac slowly approached the front of the church, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He unravelled it and swallowed thickly before beginning the speech he never thought he’d have to give so soon for the girl he loved. “The hardest part of losing someone isn’t having to say goodbye but having to live without them. Spending the rest of your own life, trying to fill the void and emptiness that’s left in your heart as theirs stops beating. Before I met Y/n my life was grey and I was lost in an abyss of nothingness, but she brought colour to my life and feelings I thought I’d never experience and now I watch as that colour slowly fades back to grey- because I’m nothing without her. Death no longer scares me, but a life without her does. Believe me when I say, not a second goes by where I don’t think about that day. The day I lost the one person that has loved me as much as I loved them. Y/n gave me so many memories, some of my happiest and saddest but I wouldn’t change a single moment of them. I wish I would have told her this while, while- she was still alive. Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can ever steal. I love you Y/F/N, I always have and I always will and I hope you find peace and a way to forgive me” Isaac began to get chocked up, until he couldn’t say anything more. He wiped his eyes and left the stand, hanging his head with the emotions he felt.

When Isaac arrived back in his seat, he zoned out and remembered the exact moment he realised he loved you. His dad had just beat the crap out of him and you heard from next door. You opened your bedroom window and climbed onto the part of the roof that connected both of your houses together. He was already sitting there, his head in his hands. You didn’t need to say anything, you just needed to be the shoulder he would cry on. “Shhh” you soothed as you heard a sob escape his mouth. “I hate him, so fucking much” he whispered harshly. “Come on” you said, lifting his head up. “What?” he asked, looking at you quizzically. “We’re going out” you told. “It’s 1am?” he said confused. “So?” you said with a smirk, taking his hand and helping him up. He shook his head and smiled, before going down the drainpipe. You followed shortly behind and he caught you as you got close to the floor. “Where are we going exactly?” he questioned. “Anywhere” you claimed. After half an hour of aimlessly wondering around the streets of Beacon Hills you came across an empty park, you’d been there a few times when you were little. You guided him over to the swing set and sat down, gently rocking. “Y/n” he suddenly said, you could tell by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him. “Yeah?” you asked, looking at him. “You’re the only person that’s been there for me, through all the shit that’s happened in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it” he rambled. “You don’t have to thank me, because I know how much it means to you” you smiled sympathetically. Sometimes his eyes reflected the sorrow he felt and it was truly upsetting to see. “I’m always going to be here. Forever and always” you continued, a promise you made when his mom passed away. In that moment, he realised something that had literally been staring him in the face. “I love you, as more than a best friend” he randomly blurted out. You couldn’t ignore the goose bumps that rose on your skin or the missed beat by your heart as you stared back at him. “I do too, but-” you began. “But as a friend” he finished for you, as his head dropped. “As more than a friend actually, but we’ll never be anything more” you claimed, sadness in your voice. “Why are you afraid to love me? Because everyone else I’ve loved dies, moves away or ends up hating me?” his biggest fear was always rejection. “I’m not afraid to love you Isaac. I’m only afraid to lose you” you said softly. “You wont lose me, we’ve been best friends for years and you’ve still got me” he cupped your cheeks gently. ”I just don’t want things to change” you sobbed, looking up at his blue eyes. “Change can be a good thing” he barely finished his sentences before you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, like you were never going to let go. It was worth the wait, but who knew he would be your first and last love?

With the last of Lydia’s strength through all of her hurt, she stood up and approached the front with Allison. You had been friends forever and it was a horrible feeling having to let go of someone you thought would be with you forever, with the supernatural involved or not this was never how it was supposed to end. They began their speech together, taking it in turns to say something about your loss. “Your life still matters, even when you’re gone. Y/n still matters, she always has and she always will.The good die young because God needs them. He needs her. But so do we, I need her. Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them, and we all have to learn to accept that we’ll never hear one or have the chance to say goodbye for the last time. She was too pure for this hell we call life, but she was also too young to be taken so soon in such a tragic way. Today is one of those days where I wish I was a little girl, who could just crawl into my mother’s lap and cry until the hurt goes away. But I cant and even then I don’t believe the pain will ever go away. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she still is and I know she wouldn’t want to see us mourn forever. She was a firm believer in moving forward and as hard as it is, we have to try and do the same, if not for us, then for her. Her memory will forever live on and a piece of her extraordinary soul will be embedded in each of us. Thank you” Allison and Lydia were weeping as they walked back to their seats. They took their places beside Scott and Stiles and every pack member were met with their memories of you playing over in their minds, for the rest of your funeral.

Four months later

Lydia finished arranging a bunch of your favourite flowers on your grave, before standing up and meeting Allison’s tight embrace. There everyone stood: Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Ethan, Aiden, Derek- and Isaac. They visited you every chance they got, sometimes they’d visit on their own and talk to your gravestone for hours or they’d bring a fresh bunch of flowers. “I miss her” Stiles announced. He smiled for a second, remembering the time you would make him dress up as a princess when you were little. “We all do” Scott continued, remembering all the times you’d let him vent his anger to you, just before a full moon, to stop him from doing anything crazy. “Are you guys ready?” Kira asked softly, she hadn’t known you long but you had a huge impact on her life. They all said goodbye to you, before heading back to their cars. “ You coming?” Derek asked, noticing Isaac was still kneeling on the floor. “I’ll meet up with you guys later” he said. He waited until the others left to place a necklace down. Before you died, he had one engraved to celebrate your anniversary but he never had the chance to give it to you. For months it was sitting on his desk, but his grief was eating away at him. He stayed there for hours after. Some people thought Isaac never got over your death, others say he never will. But for now he clung to the image of being reunited with you one day, where you will be together. Forever.

I don’t know if I like this, thoughts? Requests are closed for now x