anonymous asked:

I love your headcanons. They have led to me checking your blog regularly, minus an account the old-fashioned way XD.

this is the nicest message i’ve ever gotten i’m cryin

  • [castle makes weird noise] “is that you zarkon”
  • do the alteans know that hunk and pidge aren’t actual pilots
    • “hunk that was a basic maneuver! how did you manage to mess up so badly?” “listen coran i’m literally just winging it out here”
    • pidge… doesn’t even have a driver’s permit……. god…………..
  • lance: “you’ve got beautiful eyes princess” allura, without looking up from the castle controls: “thanks i need them to see”
  • coran and hunk are tied for best biceps on the team
  • pidge to keith: “i know i’m going to regret saying this, but you may have finally achieved ‘so dumb it might just work’”
  • shiro toggles between “ride or die” and “no officer i’ve never seen this person before in my life” with no in-between
    • shiro: will throw himself into a gladiator arena to protect you
    • also shiro: [”is this knife really your friend’s”] “uh… maybe? but idk i don’t think stealing’s off the table here”
  • hunk: “we’re gonna die!” lance: “don’t say that! think positive!” hunk: “we’re gonna die quickly!”

also this part cracked me up

to be fair it apparently cracked Uraraka up too

Midoriya’s just like “HAVE YOU EVEN FUCKING MET HIM ”

but then he at least managed to turn it into an inspirational speech about how ~no one’s holding back this is about our dreams gender does not matter~



okay so my opinion of chaol atm is bouncing between I love you so much please get better, omg why are you so dumb and mean and ignorant, and hey I really relate to you because you were scared and hurt and confused and what human isn’t like that in a time of change and revolution, so I am ready to learn more about him and how this disability is affecting him, and to see his perspective and his perspective only of what happened in the last few books. We’re getting a whole book about him. yes I’m gonna miss my babes rowan and aelin and Dorian and manon and lysandra and aedion but I’m excited to see more of this world and what it has to offer, even if that means waiting even longer to find out whats gonna happen to aelin. TOWER OF DAWN WE ARE READY FOR YOU

Regretful: Kihyun

request: Hello! Can I request #29 with Kihyun? I know it’s a drabble game but a scenario would be fine too. Like angst ish..,??,?? Where it was a bad break up but they still love each other. Thank you!

genre: a lil bit of angst, fluff
words: 3,9k (this was supposed to be a drabble i’m so sorry)
pairing: kihyun x y/n
a/n: i hope this is okay??? this is what i managed to do with our request, if you’re not comfortable, feel free to message me <3 

#29: “I thought you were dead.”

Originally posted by aceyng

One. You count, tearing the petals away. Two. You follow. Three, four… before even reaching the fifth petal, you give up. 
That’s the summary of your life in the past two weeks. Procrastination, not reaching the end of anything. Starting things because you’re hyped up for a moment and throwing the excitement five minutes later. It’s like a tunel in where sometimes you can see a light that gives you hope, but you forget about it sooner or later and just throw yourself into the void once again.

It’s been like, maybe, 3 days since you had a bath. You didn’t care anymore. You scrolled in your Tumblr and Twitter timeline, in hopes of seeing a meme that would make you laugh. Nothing. Instead, pictures of cute girls with short hair and bones that looked that were about to break instead of healthy looking collarbones that people praised telling them they were “cute”, with stupid captions like “depression is awfully beautiful” or “tragically beautiful” or some shit like that. Bullshit. You didn’t know if you were depressed, but you were in the verge of insanity. You weren’t staring at the window with an aesthetic background that blended with your thoughts, you were just staring at the filthy city and you could almost see the contamination in the air. You felt dirty but you didn’t care. Your hair was greasy and your skin looked like it could tear apart at any minute. You were destroyed. The only water that touched your face was your tears. It wasn’t awfully or tragically beautiful… It was just awful. Just another scenario in your life.
And your sadness had a name.
Yoo Kihyun. That was his name. When you mind spoke about him, it reminded you of his smile. Of his perfectly white teeth and the way his eyes disappeared and how he broke into laughs like his life depended on it. You had always been hanging by a thread, and at the end of the thread, it was him holding it. You depended on him. You didn’t want to, because you weren’t that way: you weren’t dependant. You had a life of your own, but Kihyun just straight fucked you up. In every way possible. He entered your life, made you feel greasy butterflies in your stomach and left. Just like that.
He loved you, or at least that was what you thought. He still did or he never did; you weren’t sure. He showed you all kinds of affection, he got out of work early in special dates just to be with you. He showed you off to his friends, which at this point were your friends too. He presented you to his family, he made you see the stars and the morning after he was making you the best breakfast you could ask for. But again, it seemed like a fight was stronger than his love and it made him leave. Not even once he called out for you, or showed up saying sorry like he and you did many times after admiting you were wrong. It was just weird. You felt like your stomach tossed and turned just by the mention of his name.
Flashbacks were something constant. You were maybe even just bathing or cooking, or trying to watch a TV show when suddendly a flashback of the fight that ended it all popped up like a computer bug in your mind. But instead of an annoying windows error, it was a fight that made you want to cry everytime.
At this point, you were usually over the relationship. You were still with his or her thought on your mind, but you were able to go out, be with friends, go to the store to buy food without having a mental breakdown. But with Kihyun was different. You were sure that he was the love of your life. You were sure that, in dreams, you could see the red thread that connected you both. And you never believed in soulmates, but he made you believe. He was the light of your life and you were his. Then, why did he disappear just like that? It made you question things. It made you question everything.
It was a stupid fight. It was all it was. You weren’t even mad at him, and you didn’t do anything wrong. If you had, you would already have apologized, but you didn’t. You weren’t wrong, and you knew it. You thought that he was going to show up, because you understood his behaviour, but he didn’t. He never showed up again.
The rainy day that matched Kihyun’s mood was blending with everything else. Everything felt gray since you woke up. He was practicing something, or reading something for college, because it was a very important test for him and yours had just ended, and since his house with his roommates was the loudest thing that existed in earth, he opted for coming over to your house and had you help him out a bit.
At some point, he didn’t need your help anymore, because it was something you didn’t see in college just yet. It was something more complicated and you couldn’t help him out, so you got away in hopes of avoid distracting him.
When hours passed, he was starving. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel it. And also hear it. His stomach was dying inside and you knew it, and you knew how Kihyun was when it was about food, because he often skipped meals just because he had to do things and eating was a distraction. You knew how much weight he had been losing lately and you always managed to make him eat something. You didn’t nag on him, because he was a grown man, but you worried as he worried for you. And, until then, he thought it was cute of you to worry so much, and was thankful for having you.
That day, though, it seemed like it wasn’t the cutest thing to do. You tried to warn him many times. Remind him to eat and not distracting him too much because you knew how moody he was, but still. It was almost 8 PM and you wanted him to eat something.
“Babe, it’s 8 PM. It’s time for you to eat something.”
It was the fifth time in 2 hours that you said that, and maybe it was that that made him angry. But it wasn’t your fault; you just wanted him to be healthy. You just wanted him to eat, and that wasn’t something bad. He was so stubborn that without you telling him he would probably be dead.
“Goddamnit, y/n, I tould you that I’m not going to eat until I finish this. Stop bothering me already.”
That got into you. Bothering? You just wanted him to be healthy because you loved him.
“But, baby, please-“
“Fuck, again?” and with that, he stood up. “I already told you that I’m not eating some shitty food or whatever. I came here to study, not to be with you or to eat, so please, just leave me alone already.”
You stared at him astonished, you couldn’t believe your ears. What the fuck was he talking about? Of course he wasn’t there to see you. But you didn’t want to lure him into a motel, you weren’t bothering him, you were just caring about your boyfriend. But he didn’t seem to react. It wasn’t the first time he reacted like that, though, but at that point, he had already calmed a bit, sighed, hugged you and told you that It was okay, and that he was just moody. Then he ate, continued studying and got to bed. Like always, but things changed in a blink.
“Kihyun, I’m not telling you to go shopping with me. It’s not in my agenda to fuck around to bother you. I’m trying to help you out because I know how stubborn you are and I want you to eat. Isn’t that what partners do? Take care of each other?”
He sighed, and you mentally were like fuck yes, this fight is going to stop but no. He wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon, so he continued, “partners are supposed to support each other, but you’re not supposed to nag me like if you were my mom,” oh, the irony. He was the one that nagged the most and here you were, getting scolded for nagging. That was some shit you couldn’t take. “so maybe, you should just leave me alone for the sake of God and let me study, or is that so hard to understand in your little head of yours? How can you be so dumb?” he concluded. You stared like you were seeing a ghost- You couldn’t believe it. Had he just called you dumb? And like that, he stormed out of the building.
What the fuck just happened, you whispered for yourself. And that wasn’t even a heated discussion for you. You have had way more terrible fights, but he never was away for more than 2 hours without coming back with flowers and a coffee and a note that said “I love you”, and a mood for kisses and cuddling all night long. Fuck, but life wasn’t like that. Not with Kihyun, at least. You didn’t call him because you were expecting him to apologize, but hey, could you blame yourself? No. You were depressed but you weren’t stupid and you knew it wasn’t your fault. And even if it hurt, if he was an asshole like that, he didn’t deserve your pretty ass. But what was strange, is that you’ve known him for a lot of time and he was never like that, never so… so prideful. He was mature, at this point he should’ve known he was wrong. But nothing. Not a call, not a text. Just your thoughts and an empty bottle that lied by your side. At this point, it seemed like he was dead. You didn’t hear from him through his friends either.
Your eyes started to weigh more than you expected and your lids were rapidly going down, like if they were meant to be closed forever. You could perceive how the dreamland was approaching you and the sadness got away, the alcohol already making an effect in your body and make you feel relieved. Until some fucker decided it was a good idea to ruin your perfectly accomodated eyelids and call you with a loud ass ringtone.
You lazily grabbed your phone and clumsily tapped the green button.
“Hello?” you said, a mix between curiosity and that “i don’t care let me sleep” vibe.
“Baby, it’s time for you to get out of the house and go partying a little bit, what do you say?
Oh god. You mentally groaned. Just by the way she breathed, you could deduce she was already hyped up and mentally prepared to rush to your place and take your butt out of your bed even if it meant you not talking to her never again. That was Jisoo, your ex roommate and your actual best friend, or drinking friend, as she proclaimed she was. But to you, judging by the times she got your back and made you stop crying, it was more of a serious friendship. But whatever makes her happy, you thought and brushed it off.
“I don’t know,” you started, not wanting to cut her off so quickly, “I’m not feeling well.”
“You haven’t been feeling well for the last 3 weeks and I’m getting tired and I miss you,” she continued, “I want to go out to this club with you. Please, make the thoughts away. I’m worried and I-“ “you just want to party, you don’t miss me.” You interrupted her, a bit of sadness and an awkward laugh escaped your lips.
“No, I mean it y/n. You’ve never been so wrecked, not since you arrived Korea and you didn’t got out because you thought they were going to hate you, and it turned being the opposite. Do you remember? Please, go out with me. You’ll feel ten times better.”

The night was just starting and you knew it. She convinced you with her wannabe deep speech, that motivated you and at the end you just said “fuck it” and got into it. 

She was by your side, as always.
“Open bar until 4 AM,” she whispered, only for you to hear. Fuck it, you said once again.
You sat next to her in the bar, chatting with her and asking for some drinks before heating up the night and dancing. Everything was alright until the world decided to go against you and put one of your ex’s friends as a barman, in that exact club, that exact night, at that exact shift.
“So, a beer for two?” he asked. You stared at him and he stared at you, smiling. It wasn’t a devious smile, it was more like an apologetic smile. He was smiling in a “I’m sorry about Kihyun but please don’t hate the rest of us” kind of way. You were reading his thoughts (or, well, his face said it all) and you just spoke first.
“Yes. And don’t worry about it, Hoseok. You’re my friends even after all that happened.”
Jisoo grabbed you by the arm before he could reply and got you off the awkward situation, this way he couldn’t go with one of his motivational speeches telling you that you should and try to call him, like the last time. You weren’t having any of that shit tonight. You just were there to drink and have fun.
Or that’s what you thought.

“Come on, help me drag her into the car,” you felt a familiar female voice whispering. It was loud, but for some reason, only you could hear it.

“Fuck, Hoseok, come on, help me drag her into the car,” Jisoo screamed at Wonho who was nearly panicking.
“What the fuck happened?” he said, his expression was a mix between panic, regret, pity and a worried mom.
“She always gets sleepy when she drinks more than she should, it’s nothing to worry about, but she is heavier than I thought. Help me drag her into the fucking car,” she said, trying to be calm but her words signaling that she wasn’t.

Your head, at that moment, was something you couldn’t decipher. You were hearing their voices, but couldn’t reply. You weren’t sleeping nor you were conscious. You were… drunk. But you still could feel cold and hot at the same time… You just didn’t say anything. You couldn’t.

“Fuck, great.” She said, grabbing her face with her hands.
“What happened?” Hoseok asked shyly, not wanting to get her even madder.
“The car doesn’t work,” she continued, “and I don’t have enough money for a taxi or an Uber driver or whatever that’s working right now.”
“Hold on, let me call a friend,” and like that, Hoseok disappeared in the dark. Jisoo knew he was calling someone to go for you, but she didn’t fully trust him. Like that one time that SHE was the one getting drunk and he called for help but the dude ended up getting lost and letting her sleep in his car in a parking lot until she woke up, wanting to throw up and hungover. Whoever it was, she was going with you.
He came back with a guilty smile on his face. “He’ll be here soon.”
“And who is he, Hoseok?” she asked, staring into his soul, already being suspicious. “Um… I may or not may have called Kihyun to pick her up…”  and a loud clap could be heard by the entire neighborhood. The biggest facepalm she could manage to do.

“Why on earth you thought it was a good idea? I brought her here to help her forget about him in the first place. God, you haven’t seen her. She’s been crying her heart out for three fucking weeks and eating only takeout like her life depended on it.” The guilt in Hoseok’s face could almost be heard.
“I know, but…”
“But?” she interrupted him, before he could even continue, “but it’s the only friend in which I trust and has a car at the moment. Plus, I called and he said he was coming in a rush, so he seemed worried.”
“Of course he was worried, ass. It’s his ex he threw like thrash and now it’s drunk probably because she thought it was a good idea to drink the depression away HE caused in the first place,” she remarked the “he” word, “it isn’t worry. It’s guilt.”
“Believe me, it isn’t”,
the voice that startled both Hoseok and the nagging Jisoo and came from behind started talking. “and now it’s my turn to get her home.” And with that being said, the voice that came from behind entered the car and grabbed you, carrying you to his car. Jisoo just stared, “hey! Do you want help?” Hoseok yelled at him,
“No, thanks.” He said calmly, putting your seat belt on the passenger seat, making you comfortable. “I’ll take her home and then take care of her. Nothing to worry about.”
With a “tch” and looking away, Jisoo threw the car keys at him and he rushed out to your home.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help you sober up.” He ordered and you obeyed. After throwing up and brushing your teeth he helped you get hydrated so you wouldn’t wake up and feel like you were close to hell. 

Once you drank all the water that was on the bottle, you sat next to the toilet, hugging it and nearly falling asleep. He sighed, carrying you once again to bed and grabbing a few bottles with more water in the way.
“Fuck, you’re heavier than I thought” he chuckled. You could barely open your eyes, so, at this point, you didn’t even know who he was. You were sleeping like a baby and the alcohol in your stomach started to disolve, the water taking its place. 

He got you to bed and covered you with your blankets, brushing the hairs out of your face. He sat next to you and stared at your beauty from his upper position and sighed, “I’ll stay here until she sobers up,” he started talking, mostly to himself, “I don’t think it’ll be a good idea to leave until she gets better.”

  A sweet and familiar scent came from the kitchen and travelled all its way to your nose. You felt like you were home, a strange smell long forgotten but that still felt welcoming. You stretched your arms and yawned, a slight headache that you were used to. You were home, you didn’t smell like alcohol and there were a few bottles next to your bed. “I’ll have to pay Jisoo back for this,” you thought. She left a pill next to the bottle and a handmade note, “I’ll be back soon, please drink this when you wake up.”

The strangest part was, it wasn’t even her handwriting. And, knowing Jisoo, she would still be curled up by your side, cuddling you and groaning after you moved from your spot. It was a handwrite that looked familiar but like if they wanted to hide its identity by making it less obvious. But you knew this game way too well, so either it was one of Hoseok’s friends or Jisoo made something wrong and wanted to pay it off by buying something to eat at 11 AM. “I hope it’s the second option,” you mentally whisper.

  Much to your displeasure, when you hear the door creaking and you see a dark colored haired man’s back, that looked way too familiar, you sighed. So, it was one of Hoseok’s friends. But when he turned to face you, your expression went blank. It was Kihyun. The man you were crying for all this weeks and whose touch you were craving. He was right in front of your eyes. You got out of the bedroom with your eyes still tiny because of the unwelcoming light of the morning. Typically, you thought. He always opened all your curtains to get you up faster.

 “Morning, sleeping beauty.” He said, just like that. Like if he hadn’t dumped you three weeks ago and left you hanging by your own shit. “What is all of this?” you asked. He sighed and stared at the floor.
 “I know it’s confusing, but let me explain.” You didn’t want to be impulsive. You didn’t feel strong enough and you wanted to let him explain before straight up stabbing him in the heart.

 “Last night Jisoo’s car stopped working and Hoseok called me.” He started getting closer to you, now he was right in front of you, staring into your eyes with an apologetic look. “So I came as fast as I could and took care of you. I helped you get dehydrated and even cooked some food, but I forgot something so I went back to the store and left you a note next to your phone.” You nodded, understanding everything. But there was something that still didn’t click properly in your head. “Why did you help me?
He was confused, “what?”
 “I said why did you help me.”
Well, because I didn’t want you to die in the middle of a night club with my friend and your best friend and inside a car,” he said, chuckling. “that’s not a very clever question.”
“But after dumping me and leaving me without telling me anything, not even properly breaking up with me, I concluded you couldn’t care less.”
His smile slowly faded away, his eyes stared at you with sadness writing all over his face, like you touched a topic he didn’t want to get involved into no more.
 “I know I did wrong, but…” he stood silent for a moment.
 “But?” you hurried him up.
 “But I was stressed.”
 “Kihyun, I thought you were dead. You left me just like that. You didn’t call, didn’t text. I started getting worried. I tried calling you once but you didn’t even reply. You acted like I didn’t exist.”
He cupped your cheeck with his hand and you were a bit taken aback, but you didn’t stop him from touching you. “I know I did wrong. I know I acted like I was dead and eaten by the void,” he laughed awkwardly, “but I was trying to accomodate my thoughts. Now I see I worried you and I did wrong, but last week I thought it was okay. When I wanted to talk to you, Hoseok told me that Jisoo said you weren’t in the best mood to talk to me,” he continued and you nodded. He was right, now you were calmed down but at that moment you wanted to stab him and things were probably going to go out of hand.
 “But I still love you. And I loved you, and I always will. I know it’s a shitty excuse, but I’ve been searching for a chance to talk to you and now that I’ve been accomodating my thoughts, I want to be near you again. Please, give me one last chance… I won’t ruin it this time” he said, sincerely. He had the most honest look in his eyes, his facial features just screamed “I missed you” and he had sadness but also hope in his eyes, he looked at you expectantly, and you could feel he was truly sorry.
“I’ll forgive you… but understand how much it hurts,” you finally said. He smiled like he never did and gave you a bear hug.

  “But, you’ll have to make the best breakfast ever.” You concluded. He cupped your cheeks lovingly and kissed all over your face. “I will.”

😊You Don’t Have To Go (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: College is approaching which puts a stress on Ethan and your relationship. Based off of You Don’t Have To Go by Christian Collins!

Warnings: None

A/N: Working on E smut which I plan to have posted within the next few days! Here is something for you guys to read while you wait :) H/C means Home Country

Originally posted by thedolangifs

4 and half hours left.

Today was different for Ethan and I. Normally Ethan will come during breaks and we spend time watching Netflix and cuddling or cooking things together. We spend as much time together as possible before he has to leave and go back to work. But this time things were different. Things would be farther.

I was upstairs in my room packing up the last bits of my room deciding what goes with me and what stays home. Cute lamp from target? Goes! Giant bear I got when I was 10? Stays. Ethan is sitting in a swivel chair on his phone. He is not happy and I knew it. Our relationship has gone through two years of a few states away from each other but not another country. I was accepted to the University of Padua in Italy for medical research and I wasn’t turning down the opportunity and Ethan knew that.

“Hey babe.” I said and nothing. I looked around my naked room and saw my bags on the floor ready to go. I had to be at the airport in a few hours and I don’t want to spend my last memory with Ethan mad at me.

“Y/N! Ready?” My mom hollers. I look at Ethan who grabs two of my suit cases and my backpack and I grab one bag and kiss his cheek. He doesn’t react which bugged me. This could be our last day together for awhile and I don’t want to spend it arguing. I walked down the stairs first as Ethan followed and we shoved everything in my car. “Okay your dad and I are going to Il Dolce! Do you or Ethan want anything?” My mom asked.

“No thank you.” Ethan says and I nodded in agreement with him. My mom shakes her head and leaves him and I alone. I decided to be bold with him. He walks up the stairs and I follow behind him. We go to my room and I shut the door behind us.

“Why are you acting like a jerk on our last day together?” He looked at me and laughed.

“Are you serious Y/N? You’re going to Italy! How the hell am I supposed to get to Italy every other month?! I’m here on "business” and they don’t have much business in Italy for me.“ Ethan says with a smirk on his face. I don’t respond. "I mean you could be a doctor or whatever it is you want to do here at home. You don’t have to go all the way to Italy!” Ethan looks at my cluttered bed. I look at him. “You don’t have to go.” He says quietly and I knew I didn’t have to go, but I wanted to. Going to another country for schooling was too cool to just pass up. I sat down next to him on my bed.

“Babe I know you’re upset. Believe me I would be so upset if I was in your shoes, but you need to understand this is my dream. This is what I want in life. This is where I need to be right now. Believe me I love you Ethan with all of my heart. Don’t think for one second I don’t, but you need to understand that I want nothing more in life then to have you there for me. If you could I would want you there with me. I know I’m just rambling but I need to do this for me. Now if you don’t want to be together that’s fine but I need to know now.” I said and Ethan sat there and stared at his lap.

“I need to go.” He said and he stood up and walked out of my room. I sat there on my bed and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. He left. After everything we’ve been through he just left me hanging. I loved him so much why would he leave. I stood to my feet and wiped my eyes. At least I have my answer now. I walked down the stairs and watched some Friends before I left.

   *2 hours left*

About 30 minutes later someone walked through the door. It was my mom and my dad with smiles on their faces. “Hey Y/N how are you doing?” My mom asked as she shut the door behind her.

“I’m good just watching some show before leaving. How was Il Dolce?” I responded smiling.

“Delightful! Oh Y/N we’d better get going your flight leaves soon.” My Dad said and I stood to my feet and unplugged my phone from the charger. No texts or anything from Ethan. I can’t say I was heartbroken. But I did feel a loss but maybe this is a new start for me. Plus I’ve heard Italian boys were where it’s at. Even though I knew I loved Ethan, I knew that this was a new chapter in my life that I had to start whether I wanted to or not. I got inside of my blue volkswagon and my parents got in their car and we started driving. I was playing Love Yourself as I drove down the road. My parents were in front of me as I sang my heart out. I was thinking about all the cool things in Italy. My roommate, my classes, my dorm room, and all of the foreignness it brings!

We arrived at the airport and we checked in. They loaded my bags. I looked at my mom and dad and smiled. “We are so proud of you Y/N.” My mom says squeezing me. I smiled and squeezed her back.

“Even though Ethan isn’t here, we know he would want this for you even though he may not act like it.” My dad said and I nodded. I guess they heard the news of Ethan and I and I didn’t even have to tell them.

Now boarding flight A17 to Los Angeles. Flight A17 to Los Angeles.

I guess this was it. Ethan wasn’t here. He wasn’t going to show up. Just my parents and me. “That’s my flight.” I said and a tear rolled down my cheek.

“Y/N don’t be a baby. You’ve got this. You’re going to do wonders in the world I just know it! Do you understand me? Don’t let some boy get you down! You’ve got this. I believe in you! Now go save some lives and make sure to write and call.” My mom said to me and I stood straight up. She was right. I don’t need to let a boy ruin my day or night or anything in between. I grabbed my Victoria secret bag carry on and walked through security. I gave my ticket to the blond haired ponytail lady and I turned around and waved at my parents. Smiling I walked on the plane. I pulled my headphones out and plugged them into my phone. I straightened my thick framed glasses and I posted a cute snap on my story captioned with “Single and ready to mingle. Italy here I come.” And turned my phone on airplane mode and enjoyed my flight to LA. Then to Italy.


After my 20 hour flight I landed in Rome. I grabbed some food and went straight to my dorm. My roommate was super cute. She had bouncing red curls and a braced smile. She was absolutely adorable. “Hi my name is Annie! I’m your roommate!” She says and I smiled.

“Nice to meet you Annie! I’m Y/N! Where are you from?” I smiled to her.

“Ontario, Canada! You’re from H/S right?” She asks and I nod. Soon we heard a knocking on our door. “That’s my brother will you get that for me?” She asks and I nodded. I ran to the door and opened it revealing a familiar face with even more familiar lips as they pressed against mine. His arms wrapped around me as he pulled closer. I deepened the kiss, but then remembered I was in Italy. I pulled back and looked at him.

“Ethan what on earth are you doing here?! In Italy?!” He grabbed my hands and smiled.

“I am so sorry. I was being dumb. I was too focused on me and what I wanted and I didn’t think about you at all and I am so sorry Y/N. I don’t expect you to forgive me but please don’t leave me. We’ll make it work. I know we can.” He says and I smiled.

“Ethan I love you so much. You know I do, but I just need to take time for myself. I just want to be single for a little bit.” I said and Ethan’s heart looked like it had broken to a million pieces. I felt bad looking at his sad eyes. I looked down to my feet. I started to smile and I sniffled to keep the act going. I started laughing and I pulled him for another kiss. “Wow sometimes you are so dumb.” I said and we both laughed as we kissed again.

“Don’t do that to me Y/N!” He whined which I just laughed and kissed him again.

Originally posted by spragnione