i hate your eyes

I hate being away from you. I think about you night and day. Your always on my mind. Life just seems perfect when I’m in your arms looking into your eyes as we fall asleep next to each other.
—  Leohearts 

I hate that I can’t look at you anymore.
I hate that I’ve forgotten the shade of green your eyes are.
I hate that you aren’t the first thing my mind goes to when I’m distracted.
I hate that I tried so hard to change myself for you.
I hate that I believed that you wanted me.
I hate that you had a hold of my thoughts for so long.
I hate that now that I’m free I don’t know what to do.
I hate that now my mind is a blank slate.
I hate that I don’t enjoy the things I used to.
I hate that I can’t pick up a book or a pen and just read and write.
I hate that you are gone.
I hate that my list goes on.

But I love that I am finally over you.

—  But I Love by h. w. 

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‘Harry must have had more hair cuts than the rest of his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way– all over the place.’

Lily Luna: /Merlin…/ 

Mirror: you’re fighting a losing battle there, dear. 

Lily Luna: /I give up/ 

Ginny: Lily love, put your glasses on! you’ll hurt your eyes. 

Lily Luna: /I hate my life/ 

Harry: *Draco voice* …Potter

((OOC: I was talking to a friend about the fact we know very little about Lily Luna from the cursed child and somehow this happened… ahfkjebshjf IDK I just love the idea that despite the red hair Lily is actually the most like Harry)) 

I let your fingers lace between mine as if they hadn’t shoved my body into kitchen tile the night before. I let your lips come to my skin as if they hadn’t spit hate unfounded the night before. I let your eyes tenderly count freckles on the tops of my cheeks in the pale light as if they hadn’t cut through me, livid and seething, the night before.
—  N. Wong

By 1:30 AM, the entire room is a blur, Harry’s limbs heavy like lead, and he can’t wipe the smile off his face. For the first time since landing in Honolulu, there’s no pressure to cover anything up, to act, to behave. Right now, it feels natural, like a giant group hang out, Louis not bothering to avert his gaze whenever Harry makes eyes at him.

Thank you, Vodka.

He’s covered from head to toe in foam. It’s disgusting, sticky, stuck to his eyelashes, and it’s hilarious. Louis can’t stop laughing at him - foam clinging to his own hair - pointing at the way it’s dripping off of Harry’s nose. Harry tries to tell him to cut it out, but his brain is moving at snail’s pace, and he can’t seem to get his tongue to work to form the words. Instead, he smirks, pushing Louis’ hair out of his eyes, Louis blinking slowly.

“I hate your dimple,” Louis says, just barely audible over the noise from the DJ.

“No, you don’t,” he replies, finally finding his voice.

“No, I don’t,” he mouths back.

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(Y/N): Ugh, I hate this damn jo-

As soon as you enter the room your eyes catch Damon’s. He holds two black kittens in his arms and looks up to you.

(Y/N): What? Why did you… whe-

Suddenly the cats start meowing and you fall silent.

Damon: Shh, shhh. It’s just mommy.

He keeps kissing their heads until they turn the meowing into purring.


For: Anon

Imagine: Finding out that you are pregnant with Eric’s child and being scared to tell him.

You stand in the training room alongside Four and your boyfriend, Eric. As a trainer, it was your responsibility to show the initiates how to spar, however you felt sick to your stomach today. Should I tell Eric? Nah, I’ll be fine. 

“Y/N and I will be showing you some new fighting techniques today,” Eric announces to the initiates. The two of you transferred to Dauntless together, you were from Candor, he was from Dauntless, on the first day of initiation you had gone through your fear landscapes, you and Eric were the only ones in the dorm room, and he had comforted you. You two became fast friends and had started dating soon after; you’ve been together for almost six years now and are absolutely inseparable.

You step into the mat alongside Eric and he looks at you muttering, “The initiates are so annoying, I fucking hate kids.”

You roll your eyes and tell him to start. After demonstrating a few different techniques to the initiates you start to feel dizzy, Eric goes in for a punch and you clutch you mouth gagging, he steps back and you run out of the training room. 

“Y/N!” Eric calls after you, his voice laced with concern. 

You quickly find the washroom and shut the door behind you, throwing up in the toilet, you don’t hear the door opening, but when you feel someone grabbing your hair and rubbing your back, you instantly know that it’s Eric. 

You step away from the toilet, flushing and rinse out your mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit. 

“Are you alright baby?” Eric asks, his eyes filled with worry. 

You absentmindedly nod knowing that you should tell him that this has been happening for the past week. But you dread thinking about what the meaning of this might be. 

“-okay?” You finally hear Eric say. 

“Huh?” You look at him. 

“We’re you even listening to a word I said Y/N?” Eric asks, you look down at your hands, “of course you weren’t, what’s gotten into you Y/N? Lately you’ve been acting so distant, if there’s a problem you can tell me baby, if I did something wrong get angry, yell at me, but don’t distance yourself like this.”

“It’s nothing like that Eric, I’ve just been really tired lately, and I think I might just be getting a fever or something, I’ll go to the infirmary later today.” You lie. 

Eric sees right through the you, but just says, “Alright Y/N, go home and rest, Four and I can take care of the initiates for the rest of the day." 

You wait for Eric to go back into the training room before walking towards the pit; you go into one of the drugstores, buy a pregnancy test, and walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment. 

You go into the washroom and put the test to use. You sit on the washroom floor waiting for the result. 

You wait for a few minutes and finally build up the courage to look at it; you see a little plus sign on the screen. Fuck. The result is positive, this can’t be happening, how will you ever tell Eric? 

You sit on the couch, Eric words from earlier today replay in your mind, ‘I fucking hate kids.’ This wasn’t the first time he had admitted something like this to you, you knew how much he disliked kids. Your lip begins to quiver at you let out a whimper, wrapping your arms around your stomach. You can’t help but wonder, what if Eric leaves you, or worse yet, what if he makes you get rid of the child. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. No, he is the father, he has the right to know, and I have to tell him. Come on Y/N, you’re Dauntless, stop being so scared.

You continue crying until you hear the doorknob rattle, Eric was home. Shit. You quickly wipe your tears, take a deep breath, and go into the bedroom.

“Y/N I’m home!” Eric calls out, you don’t respond, knowing that your voice will betray you, “Y/N?”

You hear Eric’s footsteps coming closer, and he enters the room, “Y/N? Are you okay? Why weren’t you responding to me baby?”

“Eric I-” your voice breaks and you can’t continue.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Eric almost looks scared.

You force yourself to look him in the eyes, and knowing that you will not be able to answer him, you hand him the test. He looks confused at first, but realization soon strikes his face.

“You’re pregnant…” He says in shock. He’s not happy, fuck he is not happy.

“Pleasedon’tbemadatme,ifyouwantmetoleavethenIwill,I’msorry!” You say quickly.


You take a deep breath, “No Eric, i-it’s okay, really, I know how much you hate kids, but I’m not getting rid of my child, if you don’t want it then I’ll leave!”


“I’m serious Eric, you won’t have to take any responsibility for it, I won’t even tell it that you are its father after it is born, you jus-” Eric presses his lips against yours to shut you up, stare at him with wide eyes as he pulls back.

“You just never shut up do you,” He says.

“Wait, so you’re not upset?” You ask hopefully.

“Did I say that?” His expression hardens and your heart sinks, “Of course I’m upset Y/N.”

You look away from him and try to keep yourself from crying.

“I’m upset that you thought I would leave you. I’m upset that you were afraid to tell me any of this. I’m upset that you didn’t want to tell me that I-I’m going to be a dad,” You look up at him and his face breaks out into a grin. He grabs your shoulders and shakes you happily, “I’m going to be a dad Y/N, a dad!”

You wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up in his arms bridal style, spinning you around, “We’re going to be parents Y/N, I can’t believe this! Fuck I can’t believe this, I’m so fucking happy right now.”

He puts you down and kisses you passionately, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you more Eric.”

Eric kneels down and kisses your stomach, “and I love you most!”

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“I hate you because when I look into your eyes,I see the woman I used to be, before magic, before the coven, when I was nothing but Rowena, the Tanner’s daughter. A pale, scared, little girl who smelled of filth and death.

I hate you…Because when you were born, your father said he loved me. Then he went back to his grand wife and his grand house whilst I lay pathetic and half-dead on a straw mat, my thighs slick with blood.

I hate you… Because if I didn’t… I’d love you. But love …love is weakness. And I’ll never be weak again.”

God damn I wanna pin your slutty white ass down, rip those clothes off and make you scream when I slam my big black cock balls deep inside that dripping wet cunt. I’m gonna hate fuck you till your eyes roll back and your legs go numb and after I pump a huge hot load balls deep into that unprotected white pussy I’ll invite every nigga in my phone over to get a turn using you however the fuck they want for as long as they want. No limits. And after we’re all done your gonna beg me to keep you as my own little white fuck slut
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