Lovers - Blog Posts
„i want to spend my whole life gazing into those eyes”
Obsessed "Baby, Only You!" It filled every inch of my heart with love! May I ask what your fave Beatles album and song are? Mine are Revolver and "Dear Prudence." May I also please make a request for Jack Hughes? Anything more with him and a more stoic/quiet in public girl, would love to see where your incredible mind takes you. The way he understands and defends is just...yes! I needed that lol. Please and thank you!
i’d do it a hundred more.
(JACK HUGHES x reader)
hey!! thank you so so so much literally this made my day. 🫶🏻
my fav beatle albums def are sgt peppers and help (i adore the movie), and my fav songs are the long and winding road, i want you (she’s so heavy), across the universe, sgt pepper’s lonely hearts club band and julia :))
warnings: no mature subjects, fluff, no proofread (you can tell i never proofread my stuff)
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you had always been a quiet kid, stoic and stern looking. that obviously lead to you having a resting bitch face, making not many people approach your phlegmatic gaze.
not many kids were your friends, forcing you to turn your back to society and do things yourself, cold walls lifting to sternly keep out outsiders.
that was,
until jack. he melted those ice walls, wiggling himself in a short period of time, to be the centre of your universe. you fell in love with this man, the way his wide smile made your lips curl into a grin, the way his blue eyed gaze was boyish and gentle, the way he reassured you when a girl tried to get his number and hit on him, he stood up for you, most important of all. he was your everything.
he understood everything about you, your reactions, how you felt in public and how you were the most loud and outgoing person on the inside, when it was just them two, locked away giggling together.
jack held your heart and kept it protected, he knew your past, and you like the back of his hand, so he made it his part to protect you from jabs that people made.
one of his teammates girlfriends took a shot in mocking you and jack was sure to glare at her and tell her off.
“why do you look like that? you aren’t even in jacks league. don’t even pretend you aren’t not trying in the relationship.” the girlfriend snootily said, her boyfriend did nothing in reply to defend you. you glanced towards jack and could see him get angry, so you squeezed his knee, but he still started to yell at the girl, making her jaw drop and her eyes open wide.
“you don’t know her!”
“don’t ever speak about her in that way!”
“don’t speak on our relationship!”
jack roughly grabbed your hand and walked you out.
“you didn’t have to do that.” you said quietly, kicking some tiny rocks on the pavement with your shoe.
“for you? i’d do it a hundred more times.”
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sorry if this ain’t any good but
🫶🏻❤️🤍
It's been a while here
Hotspot day , egg in hot soup day ,id fight for this anyday anytime 🥺🥰
Which do you prefer ,, the front or the back ? 💕💕 Whichever it's ! They're both lovely 💕💕
Stormy is way too dramatic lol 😂💕
You are just as beautiful as the moon. If you say you’re not beautiful then you would also be saying that the moon is not beautiful.
i long for a love like work song by hozier
i want a love that fuels my spirit yet crushes my soul to bits
i wish for the devotion to my heart and soul from the very one who worships the ground i happen to bless
may it lift me up and break me down day by day as it converts me into the lover i so crave for
may the love i give come back to me in tenfold
may the world feel blessed to witness the true greatness of our adoration
for there is nothing better than growing into a being who knows nothing but the wonderful existence of love
— t.d.
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It is weird, indeed, that I miss having my hands cold, fingers purple and shaky breath because of the shattering cold in the middle of december. I miss it 'cause I knew you'd come with yours, to collapse with mine, and warm them under murmured words of love.
Maybe even weirder that I loved your hands cupping my prune cheeks perfectly, as crystal flakes of snow wet my hair. And just how you looked at me,even though I looked horrible in the night...somehow, your blue eyes saw me so magestic, trough a lens.
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"Even in the night, see? Even here you are beautiful. You're my girl. My beautiful girl."
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That's how you sang to me. In cold nights of December, after school and after theatre hours on Fridays. I've signed my name across your heart once, and signed it deep. So it remains there, no matter how much you try to change the heart that I wrote it on.
If it is like this, if this is the truth...Then why did you leave? With your heart still bleeding from the blade that I signed myself in..?! You still longed for me when your ego decided for you; that's why you bled.
Now who will kill my grief in the snow, just how Mother Nature soothes the pain of a dead dove by sinking it deep into soil?
Will you let me falter again and again and in the freezing cold, staring from a close distance...yet not moving an inch?
Now I love Winter...because of you. For as long as we were one, together, I loved it. Because it felt just like looking at you, like touching you, like speaking to you. Now's why the cold didn't hurt me, it welcomed me. Why the snow was warm to my palms, like your face was in them. Why the taste of snow was like your lips slick on mine. Why the cascades of winds surrounded me, just.like.your voice...praising me.
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"Yeah she's..she's just a girl in my class. Her name's ______ or something..."
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A/N:Okay I know, it's just me blabbering about long lost love (silly me😭) I still cannot let go off sometimes.
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My love, we'll never meet again. Nobody will ever remember me... My entire life will be remembered. My sorrows will fade, and so will my influence on those who love me. Even you... may pop up from time to time in your memory... A member of my family may discover my belongings and smile wistfully as he wonders where I am, but he will eventually forget. It pains me to think that life will go on without me.
We evolved past the stage of gentle touches. Past are the flirting and casual dates. Moved beyond the simple words and hiding what happens behind closed doors.
Now we just care. I wait for you till you come home to sleep. You hold my purse as I look through the stores and then I make fun with your friends.
It’s quite nice having a life to share. It’s wonderful to smile and know you’re right there with me. It’s beautiful to see you seeing me.
-C
THIS OMG OMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG...
The tragedy of Emily and JJ in canon is that they are two halves of a whole but that whole never comes together at the right time. JJ wants a love that will stay, a love that will fight for her even when she pushes them away, and Emily will leave if it means it will ease even a bit of pain.
Emily wants a love that sets her free, a love that will embrace who she is even when she hates herself or does bad things, and JJ will love if it means making someone feel truly seen.
JJ flees East Allegheny convinced that leaving is the only way she will keep the part of her they can never take away alive, Emily leaves Italy convinced that leaving means she left a part of her she can never take back behind.
Oh, they meet.
They get to know each other and JJ sees in Emily someone steadfast and true, and she hopes Emily will stay. Emily sees in JJ the light she thought she lost and realizes leaving meant finding her way home. They are home, for a while, but they never understand what that means. Not really.
Will appears. JJ pushes him away. Hard. But he comes back and comes back and isn't that what she wanted? Someone good who will fight for her? Someone good who will stay? She chooses.
It makes Emily uneasy. She doesn't know why. But she does. Half of her world is missing, her heart has caved in. And it hurts but she can't tell you why.
Emily wants someone who will stay, who will know everything about her, a love that will fight for her even when she pushes them away.
Then, the light goes out. For both of them.
They lose the world.
A miracle gives it back.
JJ seeks a light she thought she lost. JJ wants someone who will see her, and see who she is, but also let her know that the light has never gone out.
They walk away, they come together.
But never quite in the way they should.
Emily goes to East Allegheny. JJ goes to East Allegheny. Emily holds the light so JJ can walk her path, with all of her. JJ is steadfast. Oh, but she leans. "Give me something so I won't freeze."
The space in between, being seen. Grazing.
That's the thing about blackbirds. They're loudest in that in between, where day and night meet.
been listening to lover lately
today i really wanted to relax in the company of ⋆⁺₊ pleasant ⋆⁺₊ thoughts, which led to the appearance of a small series of horny pictures. if you look at it this way, they even add up to a common story ( • ₃ •)
it's unusual to post something like this here, but i just like each of the works SO much. god…i'm ecstatic, i can't get enough of them…. especially Mr. Shouping's face Anatoly Shouping belongs to @glisiccc10100
— ࣪ ˖ “ from me to you ” . ✿
Late Night Stare.
star-crossed lovers series, pt.1
-kalika
I will never beg you to stay
When you and I know you’ll just walk away
FRIEND.
I count the days that have gone by,
To remind myself to be proud,
But the longer the voices have been quiet,
Only makes them all the more loud,
It’s not only when I’m awake I’m fighting,
It happens even when asleep,
I wake up, shaking and shouting,
My veins start to burn as I weep.
That burning hot pain in my back,
Damn, my arms and my wrists and my throat,
can’t smother them with hands or scratches,
It takes over and drapes like a coat.
I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong,
‘Is there anyone out there like me?’
But then I remember my friend, my love,
Good old PTSD.
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
If no one’s told you yet:
Hi
“Was none of it real, or was it real and you still left?”
- abby
I used to be so dependent upon you. Now I realize it was you who needed me to need you.
There’s a statue of you in the gardens of my mind.
Even when I’m treated bad, I will continue being good. Because I have a heart of gold, and gold doesn’t rust.
-abby
“I stand outside looking at the moon, thinking of you somewhere also bathed in its light.”
Sorry about the clothes on my back being in the way when you stabbed me
“Even in my dreams, I run to you”
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
“I saw the back of someone who looked like you and my heart skipped a beat.”
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
I love my boyfriend.
that’s it, the end.