you will find me dreaming

journaling ideas/inspiration

So here’s a list of thing to inspire you, some are for drawings and other are for writing or both

1. angels/gods/feathers/wings

2. once when I was in a dream someone told me…

3. parallel universes (I’m right here why can’t you see/hear me)

4. cut out shapes from images (”there’s something missing”)

5. winter/summer sky at 5pm/5am/10am… (colors cut out from magazines or painted with watercolors/acrylics/whatever)

6. moments right before the storm, when everything is flying around, grey clouds, unrest

7.too tired to think ( random thoughts/pictures that go through my head right before I fall asleep)

8.illustrate a dream you had

9. what do you believe in ( about life/death, what comes after, meaning of it all…)

10. the butterfly effect

11.draw same thing in different mediums/ with left and right hand

12. favorite movie/series (favorite quote from it, scenes, how it made you feel)

13. what do you think about when you’re laying in dark,empty room

14. abandoned buildings/ playgrounds, empty train stations/parks, old houses

15. places where no one has been in a while and a nature got to it and grew all over the walls and floor, shattered glass, spider webs, sun rays shining through tree branches

these are just ideas and pictures in my mind I haven’t yet managed to put on paper and if anyone decides to use some of them and posts please tag me I’d like to see how you imagined it :)

if you like it let me know, I might make another one

The Astral Body

Disclaimer: Everyone’s astral experiences are different. While the astralling community may agree for the most part on the following things, you may still experience and believe different things. And that’s okay! ;D *musical flourish*

Originally posted by dimensao7

Your astral body can be wildly different from your physical body:

  • Sexual and romantic tastes can differ between astral and physical.
  • Gender and sex can differ between astral and physical.
  • Shapeshifting is possible with the astral body.
  • Even throughout different lives and forms, your being has a core that remains unchanged. This could be known as a “soul”.

There are different kinds of astral bodies/astral experiences:

  • Some astralling is not permanent; you make a body to astral temporarily and it vanishes/dissolves when you’re done.
  • Some astralling is semi-permanent; you have an astral self that’s “stored” in your physical body.
  • Then there’s physical semi-permanent where, on physical realms, you form a physical body but it’s only active when you use it.
  • Then there’s permanent-permanent when you’re “tuning into” another body/consciousness with its own life that does its own thing even when not in use.

Your astral body and physical body can influence each other:

  • Injury/sickness in astral can affect physical. For example, many people who have been in astral fights wake up the next morning with pains where they were hurt in battle.
  • Injury/sickness in the physical can affect the astral, but not as much as the reverse (as limbs can be regrown, the body is very “fluid”, etc.). For example, if you are sick in the physical, parasites may show up in your astral body, it may be harder for you to connect to your astral body, your astral vision may become blurry, etc.
  • You can get used to being one way in astral and then feel “off” when returning to the physical. You can have wings in the astral and then feel like you’re missing something when you return to your physical body.
  • If the astral body is killed or destroyed, it can regenerate using the physical body’s energy.

Your astral body can change depending on where you are:

  • You can remember some things better in the astral (past lives, astral experiences) than in the physical. They may be weakened, lost, or harder to recall when returning to the physical.
  • This is applicable to specific realms as well. If you have a fae-touched soul, for example, you may recall past lives while travelling to fae realms.
  • You may also experience shifts in your astral form depending on location. Some fae-touched people’s forms change when they are in their fae homeworlds.
  • Different astral realms differ in their effects on one’s astral body. Some things may be possible in one realm but not another. This can also be tied to one’s energetic makeup. For example, someone with angelic energies might have a hard time shapeshifting when in Hell.

Thank you to everyone who helped with the information!~

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I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.

— 

yet unknown writer

This is the kind of love I want to find one day.

(found it on Berlin-artparasites –someone pls find me the author of this quote)

Things Jimin is horrible at:

1. Accepting Hobi’s love. 

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Exhibit C

Exhibit D

2. Letting someone else love Hobi.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Exhibit C

Exhibit D

When one day you look back and feel lonely, when all your struggles come crushing you down, when you want someone to listen to your silent pleas, and you want a hug and find no one to hug you, find me. I’ll be staying alive in the dreams you have before you sleep. And if there comes a day when you cannot reach me in your dreams, look for me. That’s when I’m drowning on my own struggles, that’s when I want someone to listen to me and hug me and tell me everything’s going to be okay. That’s when I need you most.
—  cynthia go // Look for me
NCT 127 reaction to you falling asleep on them

rest of the reactions under the cut - kept as gender neutral as possible

taeil

Originally posted by dimplesjae

  • honestly he’d probably be running his fingers through your hair while you lay down on top of him while watching tv or something
  • it’d be a while before he even noticed you’re asleep
  • when he does it’s kind of startling because you’re so quiet?? wow amazing
  • “wow”
  • when he realizes he stops combing through your hair because what if it wakes you up or something
  • but then you stir and move your head a little higher up on his chest and he’s like oh
  • so he goes back to playing with your hair and braids it and stuff
  • have fun combing it all out when you wake up lmao
  • your legs and his are entangled and one of his hands is on your back and the other in your hair or behind his head
  • you’re basically flat on top of him
  • he doesn’t want to move too much
  • taeil is like… crazy afraid of waking you up because you must be s o tired and he doesn’t wanna ruin your much needed sleep
  • “ah they’re so pretty”
  • turns off the tv eventually because he’s watching you now and not even paying attention to it
  • wont make any noise honestly
  • eventually he’ll probably fall asleep to the sound of your breathing tbh
  • while you’re listening to the sound of his heartbeat

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All these people are passed out,
on the floor in my hotel room,
I don’t know half of them,
but they all wanna know me,
and it’s 4 in the morning,
I’m just trying to fix myself,
what the hell did I do?
I’m the life of the party,

Somewhere in between,
who I used to be,
and who I’ll be tomorrow,
when the champagne blows my mind,
Thrills don’t come for free,
price you pay for dreams,
in a sea of strangers,
I can’t find me anymore,

I keep thinking about you,
how you level me out sometimes,
when I’m out of my head,
and I don’t wanna face it,
Said it’s all for a reason,
what the fuck is the reason now?
Coming down,
Bring me back,
I’m the life of the party,

Somewhere in between,
who I used to be,
and who I’ll be tomorrow,
when the champagne blows my mind,
Thrills don’t come for free,
the price you pay for dreams,
in a sea of strangers,
I can’t find me anymore,

Now it’s 4 in the morning,
And I’m trying to fix myself,
what the hell did I do,
I’m the life of the party,
It’s so hard to imagine
Who I’d be if I walked away,
Never know what it’s like
To be the life of the party,
(I’m the life of the party,)

Somewhere in between,
who I used to be,
and who I’ll be tomorrow,
when the champagne blows my mind,
Thrills don’t come for free,
the price you pay for dreams,
in a sea of strangers,
I can’t find me anymore.

Watch: youtube.com/watch?v=Hm_w4JNar-4

From Hatred to Healing - A Robert Playlist

Did it again guys. Tried to make a playlist based around Robert.

Specifically, I made a playlist that I hope is like a gradual progression. One of pain and anger, slowly paving over to good feelings. Take it as a mixture of Roseph (As in, Robert and his anger towards Joseph, not like… actually trying to pair the two) and Robert x MC (Like, the genuine love stuff.)

I don’t know how well I did, but I hope I made an interesting enough playlist for all my fellow Robert fans, haha.

Full playlist is here.


01) Breaking Benjamin - Breath

I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like.
Is it over yet, in my head?
I know nothing of your kind, and I won’t reveal your evil mind.
Is it over yet? I can’t win.

02) Red - Death of Me

How can you end my affliction
If you’re the sickness and not the cure
Too long I’ve faked this addiction
Another sacrifice to make us pure

03) Celldweller - Louder than Words

Did I really hear you say you’re sorry?
Hard for me to believe
I don’t get how you’re buying your own story
You’re piss broke emotionally

04) Editors - You Don’t Know Love

You ran with the dead today,
Through the cemeteries where ghosts still play,
The more you ran, love got further away.
One look and I saw inside
Every little thing you’d die to hide,
You are the truth, when you lied.

05) Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I had no options left again

06) Sonata Arctica - Broken

Will I learn how to be one of you someday?
Will I still feel the eyes that behold me.
Will I hear what you think, when you see me?
Will it tear me apart if you feel for me…

07) Neuroticfish - Why Don’t You Hate Me?

Maybe you don’t need me
And never did before
Now you have to hate me
‘Cause this is what I’m for

08) Adam Lambert - Runnin’

'Round and around I go, addicted to the numb
Living in the cold
The higher, the lower the down, down, down
Sick of being tired and sick of waiting
For another kind of fix
The damage is damning me down, down, down 

09) Depeche Mode - Strangelove

I’m not trying to say
I’ll have it all my way
I’m always willing to learn
When you’ve got something to teach
And I’ll make it all worthwhile
I’ll make your heart smile

10) Poets of the Fall - Cradled in Love

I kept the love you gave me alive,
And now I carry it with me
I know it’s just a tear drop from mother earth,
But in it I can hear a dolphin sing
Telling me I’ll never be alone,

Me and my unrealistic dream theatre roles

Wicked: Elphaba

Heathers: Veronica Sawyer

Hamilton: Eliza

Rent: Maureen 

Into the Woods: The Witch

The Mystery of Edwin Drood: Helena Landless

The Lion King: Nala 

Anything Goes: Reno Sweeney 

Little Shop of Horrors: Audrey

Aladdin: Jasmine or Genie

The Little Mermaid: Ursula or Ariel Anastasia: Anastasia


probably a lot more that I’m forgetting, all of these are highly unlikely to ever happen, but hey, a girl can dream XD

Tom Holland Imagine - I Have Questions

request: tom imagine on the song I Have Questions - camila

a/n: based very loosely on the song I Have Questions by Camila Cabello. i love this song sooooo much but it’s so sad

word count: 1542

masterlist: (x)

tagged: @pakistaaani

part 2 (x)

part 3 (x)

Originally posted by coffee-with-a-hint-of-fuck-you

“What are you doing here?” you asked him as he stood on the doorstep of the house the two of you had bought together five years ago; the house you had made a home together, filling it with happy memories which you’d hung in mismatched picture frames on the walls over the years - these picture frames were now shattered in tiny pieces across the wooden floors of the house after your fit of rage the night he left; the house which was now filled with an eerie silence and the ghosts of your once perfect relationship; the house he’d abandoned you in five nights ago after giving up on your relationship.

 “I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes tearful. “I didn’t… I never meant for it to be this bad. Please let me in, I just want to talk about it.” You were close to slamming the door in his face, but you resisted. The temptation of welcoming him back home was too strong. The hope of him changing his mind, going back on his word, was still there.

“I have questions for you,” you said, finally opening the door enough for him to enter. “Is it my fault?” you asked sitting on the coffee table in the lounge as Tom sat on the sofa he’d picked out eight months ago after he redecorated the lounge as a surprise while you were away working.
“No,” his face softened slightly. “No of course not. It’s not you, it’s-”
“It’s not you, it’s me,” you finished for him. “Really? You’re gonna use that bullshit?” Tom hung his head, almost in shame, realising how pathetic his clichéd excuse was. “Why, Tom? Do you even care about any of this? Do you care?” you gestured to the house around you, tears pricking at your eyes. “Why don’t you care about this life we’ve been building together over the past decade? Why don’t you care?”

Almost ten years ago, you had met Tom at a mutual friend’s birthday party and the two of you were smitten with one another instantly. You’d fallen in love with him fast. He’d seen you at your worst, and you’d seen him at his; when things didn’t seem to go the way either of you had planned in terms of your careers, or sour friendships, or just life in general, you always had each other to come home to. He was the only constant in your life, even if he was travelling throughout most of the year for his job. You had had rocky patches in your relationship in the past, of course, but neither of you had ever walked out before, never even threatening to do so. 

“You took your ring off,” his breath hitched in his throat as he noticed the engagement ring he’d given you three years ago wasn’t in its usual spot on the fourth finger of your left hand. You nodded as you bit down on the inside of your cheeks to stop the tears from spilling. Tom rubbed his hands over his face, the skin of his hands catching on the stubble he hadn’t managed to shave. 

“I couldn’t look at it anymore,” you said quietly. It was upstairs, in the drawer of his bedside cabinet, in the box it had came in when he bought it. You’d only brought yourself to take it off last night. Keeping it on had only reminded you of what you once had, and it kept a niggling thought in the back of your mind that he might come home and tell you it was only a joke, that he wasn’t really leaving you. 

“Is there someone else?” you finally asked the question you didn’t have the courage to ask him the other day. It had been your first thought when he announced he was ending the relationship. He didn’t flinch at your question, not bothering to even lift his head up to look at you. “Oh God,” you exhaled shakily. Your chest felt heavy, knowing his answer without him having to say a word.
“It’s not what you think,” he said bluntly.
“Yeah, well, it never is, is it?”
“Let me explain, y/n, please.”
“I should’ve never ever trusted you,” you thought aloud. “Ten years, Tom. Ten years we’ve been together. Why don’t you care?”
“I do care.”
“No you don-”
“Yes, y/n. Yes I fucking do care. Why do you think I came back here, huh? Why do you think I’m talking to you in here rather than upstairs packing my stuff?” Tom sounded angry, his voice raised. His jaw was tense, and the vein in his temple was slowly becoming more prominent. His fists were balled in his lap, his knuckles turning an ice white. “I care. I care too fucking much,” he spat. “It’s killing me.”

“How long have you been cheating on me?” You asked after a long, uncomfortable silence.
“It’s not… I wasn’t… I’m not..” he stumbled over his words.
“Answer the damn question, Tom!”
“Four months,” he whispered. He lifted his head to look at you through teary eyes. “I’m sorry.” His voice sounded desperate. “Babe. Baby, please!” he called after you as you stood from you seat on the coffee table and left the lounge. 

He followed you into the kitchen as you hurriedly tried to escape him. As he grabbed your wrist you turned to face him, brushing him off of you. He was crying now, sobbing even. Whenever you had seen Tom like this, you’d kissed him and held him in your arms, comforting him until he calmed down. But you couldn’t do that now, as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t wipe away his tears. 

“After everything Harrison went through when Rachel cheated on him. You know how much that ripped him apart.” Six years ago, Harrison’s ex-girlfriend, Rachel, was sleeping with another man, and it had been Tom that had walked in on them. Of course, he’d told Harrison straight away, and he and Rachel had broken up, leaving you and Tom to pick up the pieces of Harrison’s broken heart. You’d both cried with Harrison, his misfortune paining you and Tom equally. You’d promised neither of you were ever to go through anything like that again. “Please, Tom. I’m waiting for an explanation.”

Tom took a deep breath to try and steady his racing heartbeat. His left hand rubbed at the skin of his right arm fiercely, a nervous habit he had picked up. With shaky hands, you wiped the tears from your cheeks, watching as he fidgeted under your gaze.

“I stopped seeing her,” he told you. “I know that doesn’t make it any better. I know. And I thought it would be okay, I thought I could just forget about it, like it was just a blip in our relationship. We’ve been together for almost eleven years, y/n. That’s a long time.”

“It’s not an excuse.”
“I know that,” Tom was sombre, his heart was heavy with sadness. “It was last year, the end of July. I… I ended it just before Christmas. I thought that if you never found out it would all be okay. And it was. We were so fucking good right after it, don’t you remember, baby? It made me realise how much I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you, babe. The, uhm, the affair just proved that to me. But then I kept having dreams of you finding out, and it made me feel so guilty and it was eating away at me. I just couldn’t put you through that. I thought that maybe if I ended it, with no explanation, I thought it would save you from heartbreak.”
“I gave you all of me, Tom. My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears. Everything. You know everything about me. I thought I knew everything about you too.”

“It’s been killing me,” he continued. “It’s killed me thinking of you alone in this house. I thought I at least owed you explanation.” His eyes followed you as you took a seat at the dining table, both of you unsure of what to say. “I love you,” Tom concluded. “I love you so much. I still want to marry you, babe. I still want to live in this house with you. I still want to start a family with you. I still want all of the future we planned together. If you’ll let me?”


“No,” you said, shaking your head.

“No?” Tom questioned, his voice wobbling. “I’m your soulmate, y/n. Don’t you remember what we used to say? We’re so lucky we found our soulmates so young because we have so much more time to spend together. Don’t you remember? You’re my soulmate. My fucking soulmate. I don’t want this to end. I can’t leave you. The other day, it was just the guilt, I know I needed to tell you. I needed to come clean. But we can try again, right?” He was almost begging you now. “We can forget about all of this. It’s just a bump in the road. You’re still my soulmate. This doesn’t change the fact you’re my soulmate.”

“Maybe I don’t believe in soulmates anymore, Tom.”

me, attempting to find the secret ending of dream daddy: 

anonymous asked:

Ahh~! I loved your little angsty drabble!! :D Could I request some jealous Rick? Maybe how guys keep hitting on his girlfriend & he gets jealous and pouty but you make it clear to him that you're his and only his? Just an idea, I'm fine with any jealous Rick idea you got ;)

Okay so this wasn’t exactly like your idea but it was in the general ballpark. Trying to break out of this writer’s block is hard as hell so I hope you like this! I’m so, so sorry it took so long ;;


Jealousy, an emotion you felt on more than one occasion. You hated feeling that way and you knew it was stupid. More times than not you’ve felt jealousy flow through your body when it came to Rick going out on his adventures with Morty. You knew they often went out together and sometimes it was days before they ever returned. You figured the jealousy you felt was because of all the time Rick and his grandson spent together. You wish you could spend a lot of time with Rick.

Today was no different as you sat on the couch, arm propped up on the arm as you rested your head against your hand. The tv was on but you were paying it no mind at all, you sort of just drifted off into your own thoughts as you stared at the tv stand. That was until Summer plopped down on the couch beside you, jolting you from your thoughts. You looked over to see her, of course, on her phone as usual.

“Why are you looking so sad?” Summer asked as she locked her phone and set it down beside her on the armrest of the couch.

“Huh? Oh, no reason..” You mumbled out softly as you extended your leg to very gently kick at the leg of the coffee table.

“Uh huh. It wouldn’t have anything to do with my grandpa, would it? You always seem so down when he and Morty are out.” Summer smirked a little.

It was no secret to the kids that you and Rick were dating. Beth and Jerry, on the other hand, were none the wiser and just considered you as a good family friend. It was actually rather amusing to you that even Rick doesn’t know that the kids found out about your relationship. You could easily play this off as boredom if it was Beth or Jerry but Summer was anything but stupid and could always read you like a book.

you puffed out your cheek in mild annoyance before sighing and looking over at her. “We aren’t spending a lot of time together these days and I’ll admit I’m starting to feel a little jealous that Morty gets to go out on all these adventures with him when I can hardly get a simple hello from him. It’s like I’m not even here anymore. It’s a chore to get his attention..”

It pained you to say it out loud but it was true. It felt like Rick was slowly slipping away from you. It was getting harder and harder to gain his attention in you. You felt as if he had become bored with you and that feeling always left a bad taste in your mouth and a huge lump in your throat.

“Well then let’s make him pay attention.” Summer grinned mischievously and you raised an eyebrow at her and tilted your head.

In that moment there was rustling and noise coming from the garage and Summer stood up, nodding her head for you to follow. You got up and followed her into the kitchen where the door to the garage was slightly ajar.

“So you gonna come with me to this party? Please, please come with me. There will be some older guys there. You might find a date~” Summer beamed happily and loudly enough for her voice to travel into the garage.

Morty opened the garage door more to step into the kitchen, he walked past you both with an exhausted ‘hello’ before trailing upstairs and who was following him into said kitchen? Rick. He walked right past you and Summer and opened the fridge to grab a beer and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. He didn’t bother saying hello. He just leaned against the counter top and drank his stupid can of beer.

“So you’re going to come with me tonight right? you could find the guy of your dreams!” Summer smiled widely and Rick side glanced at the two.

you scratched the nape of your neck before sighing. You weren’t sure what Summer’s end game was but you decided to play along anyways. “S-Sure. I’ll go with you. I don’t have any plans anyway.” You smiled sweetly and you could hear Rick scoff from behind you.

“So you’re going out to a..a…a teeny boppers party? You, you ever think Summer might be you know.. UUUGH using you to gain popularity?” Rick growled from the counter and you wanted to grin but you decided to look at him and give him the coldest expression that you could muster.

“She isn’t as heartless as you.” You said giving Rick a small wink before walking away.

“Party’s at 7!” Summer called out to you.

Seven O'clock rolled around and you decided to go with a nice casual look but still enough to show a little skin. It wasn’t your intention of going to the party to hook up with someone. You and Summer knew all too well that Rick would take the bait and follow you both in secret. You knocked on the Smith/Sanchez door and Jerry opened up the door.

“Ah, nice to see you. You here to pick up Summer?” Jerry asked as he sidestepped, letting you walk into the house.

“Yup!” you smiled happily as you seen Rick look back from where he was sitting on the couch. He let out a rather annoyed sigh and your stomach filled with butterflies. Summer’s plan was already working and you haven’t even left yet!

“We’ll be back around 1~” Summer Chimed happily and Jerry started to look rather concerned.

“That’s a little late.” He looked between the both of you.

“Don’t worry dad, I’m not going to be alone.” Summer walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder before walking out the door, you soon following after as you said goodbye to Jerry and Rick. Even though Rick hardly responded at all.

Closer to the end of the night you were sitting on someone else’s couch, drink in hand although you hardly touched it. It seemed as if Summer’s plan backfired. There were 0 signs of Rick anywhere. Maybe he really didn’t care? Was this how it’s going to be from now on? The thought made your stomach turn a little bit.

You were ripped out of your thoughts when you felt an arm sling around your shoulder, your attention snapped to the person who was invading your bubble to see a drunken male wobbling in his seat, clearly extremely drunk. Summer was right there were older guys here, just not the one you wanted to be here.

“Could you take your arm off me please..” you mumbled lowly.
“Why? What’s the big deal? You’re very pretty.” He smiled.

He seemed pretty harmless. He wasn’t holding you tightly or anything, he was just one of those over happy drunks and it wasn’t in you to be very mean to people so you accepted the compliment with a small smile and a “thank you.”

The male had stayed like that for awhile as you both talked. to be honest, you had forgotten his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. You guess a part of you just wanted to feel close to someone, even if it was a complete drunken stranger. You both talked about a lot of different things like how you knew Summer, how old you were, and why you were here without a date.

You don’t know why but you told the drunken male about your relationship with Rick, without using his name of course. You didn’t want to embarrass Summer. You stressed your feelings and that’s when the male leaned in further towards you, he pressed his lips against yours and you immediately jerked back.

“Whoa..” you raised your hands up so that they came in between you and the male.

“What’s the problem. your boyfriend seems like such an ass-HEY!” The drunken guy slurred as he was yanked up from his seat.

You looked up and to your horror stood Rick. Rick was gripping the other males arm so tightly you thought that a small simple twist would break the poor guy’s arm. Rick looked pissed beyond all belief.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rick growled as he glared at the drunken male.

“Just- Just having some fun old man. No, No harm.” The guy sputtered but wenced out when Rick twisted the guy’s arm.

“If, If, If I were you I’d seriously consider finding someone else because this one here is mine.” Rick huffed and you felt heat rush to your face when you heard him call you his.

Rick let go of the guy and the drunken guy stumbled away holding his arm tightly. There were a few eyes on you but you didn’t care. the only ones that mattered were Rick’s. you had to admit, seeing him become defensive over you made you want to leap off the couch and kiss him but you knew better.

“And you. What the- what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Rick glared down at you and you felt as if you had sunk into the couch a little more. You didn’t want to cause any more of a scene. Rick, of course, sensed this and grabbed your hand tightly, yanking you up before going outside.

Once you were outside Rick pulled you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You were a little confused at the sudden action.
“Look. I know I haven’t been that great lately- Been busy a lot but don’t ever do that again… I was here from start to finish you know.” Rick said softly, his hold tightening a little bit. “When I saw you with that guy it made me so pissed off, I wanted to punch that asshole in the face. I don’t want anyone else to touch you like that-I don’t give a crap if it was innocent or not. You’re with me and me only. I don’t like to share” He growled as he thought about the memory and that’s when you finally hugged him back. He did care and that made you happy.