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Hey Ho - Lumineers
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This is one of my favorite songs! Sorry it took a while, I wanted to do this one justice. Normally I try not to pick a main lyric or line from the chorus, but I just wanted to use this line because it gives me all of the feels when it comes to this ship. So enjoy!

"I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart."

"Emma, sweetheart-" she heard called out in a desperate voice from behind her, and she froze. What was she doing? She was in a semi-committed relationship now and she couldn’t just ignore him until he went away. She had decided to stop running, partially because of the very man behind her that she was currently trying to run from. She owed it to him to be an adult and face this situation.

She slowly turned around to face him and saw him heave a soft sigh of relief. She also saw every bit of guilt and apprehension in his expressive eyes. How could she have thought he would do anything to deliberately hurt her?

"Emma, I’m sorry," he pleaded, trying to draw her into a conversation. "My judgment was misguided, I see that now. I just wanted to help."

Emma posture softened with his words. “I understand. But I wish you’d have let me know your plan. I think things tend to go smoother when we work as a team,” she said as echoes of “we make quite the team” bounce around her head.

"I’d have to agree with you there," he responded with a small smile. "I’d say this," he gestured between the two of them, "is a bit of a learning experience, darling. We’re both going to piss each other off, probably frequently. But being in any kind of fight with you is a vast improvement to being without you." During this speech he had slowly walked up to her until they were standing toe-to-toe.

A moment passed as Emma stared into his eyes, soaking in all the emotion and truth laid bare there. Then, so quick she could barely process, he had pulled her into a passionate kiss. She melted on contact; this is where she belonged. Her arms came up to grip his jacket and haul him closer, letting him know he’d been forgiven.

When the kiss broke, they just stood there, noses brushing and lungs struggling for air. When Emma felt like she could breath easy again, her hand slid down his arm to grasp his hand.

"Come on," she said as she started heading back toward the diner, "let’s go back inside…sweetheart."

Once you get this you have to say 5 things about you publicly, and then send this to 10 of your favorite followers ❤️

This has been sitting in my inbox forever but I’m finally doing it!

1.) I’m currently eating a Chips Ahoy Dulche de Leche cookie, and it is not as good as it looked.

2.) My deodorant is supposed to smell like cucumbers, but I’m not sure it does.

3.) I have all kinds of mail that I need to sort through sitting in stack in my room right now.

4.) I have a weird attachment to otters now because of the college I attended.

5.) I sleep with a dream catcher I got on vacation in Colorado over my head.

Love runs out - One Republic

So I tried to write this prompt off of a different line, but it was a wreck. So after sleeping on it, I scrapped it all and started with a new lyric. I like the way this one turned out much better! (Also it’s an awesome song in itself.)

"I’ll be your light, your match, your burning sun. I’ll be the bright, in black that’s making you run."

When Emma first met Killian, she hadn’t realized just how dark her life was. It was kind of difficult, she supposed, when she truly had not known light before, and thus had no point of reference. But Killian came into her life as this bright presence that exposed all the shadows of her past. He somehow knew her without ever having known her.

And this terrified the shit out of Emma. So, of course, she ran. She spent the first few weeks of her acquaintance with Killian trying to put as much distance between them, refusing to trust him. But like the sun, Killian’s light was difficult to avoid for long. He was a persistent man, and for every step she took away from him, he seemed to take two towards her.

It was ironic that a man who claimed to be so dark at heart could be such a light in Emma’s life. But then Emma never really believed that he was dark. His past may have been, but he wasn’t. That is what Emma Swan loved most about Killian Jones. He gave her the hope that despite her dark past, she could be a light for someone, too.

When she finally stopped running, she realized that that someone just might be him.

When women scream you wonder what’s wrong with them. When men yell you get afraid about what they’re going to do. By A girl in my creative writing class said this in response to a story we read about witnessing intimate partner violence and it really fucked with my head because I’ve never, ever, ever, thought of it that way.  (via zythum)