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[iamtheinvestment]

I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER SCENE LOLS

YAH YAH YAH 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

OKAY IMAGINE:

My head was bursting in anger. I felt like I was a balloon and the world was a person blowing more and more air into me. And with each blow I was closer to popping. I needed to win this war by myself. I walked out of the room with anger. These plans, they all involved someone’s death and I wasn’t going to allow someone to sacrifice themselves for me again. As soon as I step outside the room, Kilian follows me into the darkness of the tent.

“Where are you going?” he asks calmly. I turn around to face him. My head is turning and turning and turning. And my knees are wobbling nonstop. His face is concerned and his eyes are shallow.

“I’m going to do this by myself,” I try to inform him calmly, but it comes out quite harsh. I can see the expression on his face change. He looks confused but hurt.

“You hate me so much, that you can’t even trust my plan?” He accuses me loudly. This is it. It’s the last blow and I am about to pop. I am about to pop and break into tiny pieces, so small that not even god can glue them back together.

“Yes Killian I hate you,” I yell back, “I hate you so much that I can’t even look at myself anymore,” I lie. He frowns and steps closer to me.

“We are naming things we hate? Fine then I’ll tell you everything I hate,” He screams into the deafening silence.

“I hate you,” he says, “I hate that you make me feel like I’m human again. I hate the way you make me feel like I’m worth some shit. I hate the fact that I care about you so much that I am willing to destroy every good thing there is left in this world,” He yells. He then takes a deep breath before stepping so close to me, that i can feel his chest rising and falling.

“Goddammit I even hate the way your hair falls so elegantly on your shoulders. I hate that you are all I have left. I hate the fact that you are the closest thing I have to heaven,” he continues, “So yes Astra I hate you too. But there is one more thing that I hate me for more than I hate you for,” he whispers this time. I’ve had enough. I was not going to stand here and hear these insults from the man that makes me feel worth it. I was not going to stand there and hear him break my heart into pieces. I was not going to stand there and watch him cry about how much he hates me. Because I care about him so much that he doesn’t even know. I care about him to the point that I’m willing to do anything if it means that he lives the life he deserves. There is a fine line between love and hate and I don’t even know where I stand anymore. All i know is that I was not going to just stand there and allow him to destroy me and my love for him. So I stare at his eyes one last time before walking out of the tent. The rain slams onto my face but before I can understand what’s happening, he grabs onto my wrist and spins me around towards him. Our chests are touching and I can feel his heartbeat.

“I hate myself for loving you,” he speaks in blurs, “I love you so much that I hate myself for it everyday,” he adds. I try to catch the lie in his eyes, but it’s not there. No lie, no manipulation, no hate. Just kindness, and honesty. But before I know it, I’m in his arms holding him so tight I can feel his back crack.

“I love you too,” I whisper so quietly that not even the wind can hear it. But it was loud enough for him to hear. And that’s all I wanted.

[iamtheinvestment]

I’m writing a book right, and I was listening to a few songs, AND AND AND I HAVE COME UP WITH THE NICEST SCENE!!!!

Imagine:

His embrace was colder than any ice and warmer than any sun. I held onto him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

I had never seen him break down in such way. The cold, ruthless boy that never showed mercy. The warm, and kind boy that just wanted someone to lay his head on. He slowly buried his face into my shoulder as his hot steamy tears flowed onto my chest.

I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to show him he wasn’t alone. Him and I, we were so similar yet so different. He was the only person who understood me, who never tried to change me into a better version. the only person who held me for me.

Eight letters, three words and one sentence. That was all i needed to tell him. Yet it was so wrong. It was so right. But instead I held onto him never wanting to let go. He was so wrong for me, but right in every way. So how can I say those three words without losing myself in his caramel eyes?

YAH ANYWAYS GUYS WOO

[iamtheinvestment]

“IT LOOKS BETTER ON YOU ANYWAYS”

AHHH

imma go um reread the whole series now thanks

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

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You'd been taking a walk through the streets of Ketterdam when the rain had come down unexpectedly. Thankfully, you weren't too far from the Slat but you were still soaked through by the time you made it back. Cold and shivering, you hurried up to your room to find some warm, dry clothes to put on.

You searched through your clothes trying to find something comfy to wear until you came across a button up shirt. This one wasn't yours but you recognised it. It belonged to Kaz. You realised that it must have somehow gotten mixed up in your stuff.

You and Kaz had been together for a while now but you were still working on breaking down the barriers of intimacy. The furthest you'd gotten was holding hands occasionally. Was wearing his shirt a step too far, would it make him uncomfortable? But it reminded you of him and it looked so comfortable. So you decided to put it on.

You got changed and began to hang your wet clothes on the window-sill to dry them off. As you did so, there was knock on your door.

"Come in." You called out. The door opened and Kaz walked in, a small smile appearing on his face when he saw you. You grinned. "Everything OK?"

"Yes." He nodded. "I wanted to run over some plans for the next job with you, if that's alright?"

"Oh, sure." You said, finishing up with the clothes. As he strolled over to the table by the wall, he did a double take before tilting his head.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" He asked you. You paused and turned to face him, gauging his reaction.

"Yes." You replied sheepishly. "Do you mind? I got caught out in the rain and needed to change and I found this in my stuff. Is it OK that I borrowed it?"

He considered your words before smirking. He didn't want to admit it but seeing you in his clothes made him happy. He found it so difficult to get past his touch aversion, this was like another way of being able to touch you. He shook his head.

"I don't mind. It looks better on you anyway." He turned back to the table. "Shall we look over these plans?"

"Of course."

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Buy me a coffee?

[iamtheinvestment]

YES

they are so perfect I can’t even describe

whats your type?

Fictional men written by women.

[iamtheinvestment]

yah anyways 🤌🏻🤌🏻

[iamtheinvestment]

i actually speak kangaroo

what do you mean your family doesnt speak english? how do you comunicate?

i know this may sound surprising for a lot of you, but english isn’t the only language in the world

[iamtheinvestment]

NO CAUSE THATS CANON 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

alina starkov in THIS.

[iamtheinvestment]

no one, absolutely no one:

aaron warner: I love you juliette

*proceeds to put her in a simulation room with a toddler to torture, that’s fake and expects her to know that it’s fake*

aaron warner: yah i love you

aaron i love you and all but some of ur choices are controversial

[iamtheinvestment]

no one, absolutely no one:

aaron warner: I love you juliette

*proceeds to put her in a simulation room with a toddler to torture, that’s fake and expects her to know that it’s fake*

aaron warner: yah i love you

aaron i love you and all but some of ur choices are controversial

[iamtheinvestment]

I am going to say this and I will only say it once, no arguments!

KENJI BLOODY KISHIMOTO IS MY COMFORT CHARACTER.

YAH 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼