i used to have a life before you ruined it

musicals as vine quotes cause why not

Phantom Of The Opera: “Hey, guys. Hit that like button if you think being haunted is. Kinda hot.”

Wicked: “And they were roommates!” “Oh my god they were roommates.”

Dear Evan Hansen: “He’s dead…” “… Oh ‘not the dickhead’ what do you want me to say?”


Spring Awakening: “Hey, ma, what’s good? How old are you?” “Fifteen.” [UNINTELLIGABLE YELLING NOISES]


Be More Chill: “Hey bro what do you wanna eat?” “ T̠̤̭̘̬̀h͖͉e̴͉̼ ̬̙͡s͍̦̖̘̥̮͙o̳̕ụ̪ḻ̣͞s͓͖̬ ͚̬o͍̮͉f̜̫̼̲̭ ͖̕t̲̱̮̣͎͍͈h̝͇̮̦̥͜e͙̺̝ ͈̼in̶̗̪̪̪̝n̗̮̭̣̺͈o͙̻̟̜͙̞c͎̻e̹̤̭̟n̘͞t” “A bagel.” “ N̟̦̬̭͖͍̗O͓̼͟!̣͢ “

American Idiot: “Don’t let anybody else ruin your life. Because it’s your life. You should ruin it.”

Les Misérables: “Hey ~  How ya doin? Well, I’m doin just fine. I lied. I’m dying inside.”

Rent: The “Completely Giving Up” vine that has all the characters named Me

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde:  “My god, they’ve been in there forever.” “Eh, they probably just-” “WHOA WHAT THE FUCK WE’RE THE SAME PERSON” “HOLY SHIT” “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN” “STOP YELLING AT ME”

Waitress: “Why did you seat that couple before us?” “It’s a table for two.” “Yeah?” “You have ten people.” “Yeah?” [”We Like To Party” by Vengaboys plays]

Chicago: Could ya stop playin that damn music?” “Don’t talk shit on my music!” [GUNSHOT] ♪ say you’ll remember me ♪

hamilton   /   starter sentences.

feel   free   to   change   the   pronouns   to   make   these   fit!

  • ’ this kid is insane, man! ’
  • ’ the world’s gonna know your name! ’
  • ’ what’s your name, man? ’
  • ’ there’s a million things i haven’t done. ’
  • ’ just you wait. ’
  • ’ in new york you can be a new man. ’
  • ’ you could never back down. ’
  • ’ you never learned to take your time. ’
  • ’ the world will never be the same. ’
  • ’ pardon me, are you [ name ], sir? ’
  • ’ i’m at your service, sir. ’
  • ’ i have been looking for you. ’
  • ’ i’m getting nervous. ‘
  • ‘ can i buy you a drink? ‘
  • ‘ while we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice. ‘
  • ‘ don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for. ‘
  • ‘ you can’t be serious. ‘
  • ‘ you want to get ahead? ‘
  • ‘ fools who run their mouths off wind up dead. ‘
  • ‘ what time is it? ‘
  • ‘ pour me another brew, son! ‘
  • ‘ to the revolution! ‘
  • ‘ good luck with that. ‘
  • ‘ what do you stall for? ‘
  • ‘ if you stand for nothing, [ name ], what’ll you fall for? ‘
  • ‘ who are you? ‘
  • ‘ i am not throwing away my shot. ‘
  • ‘ i’m young, scrappy, and hungry. ‘
  • ‘ with every word i drop knowledge. ‘
  • ‘ i’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal. ‘
  • ‘ only nineteen, but my mind is older. ‘
  • ‘ i have learned to manage. ‘
  • ‘ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ‘
  • ‘ don’t be shocked when your history book mentions me. ‘
  • ‘ i will lay down my life if it sets us free. ‘
  • ‘ if you talk, you’re gonna get shot! ‘
  • ‘ i think your pants look hot. ‘
  • ‘ what are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot? ‘
  • ‘ oh, am i talkin’ too loud? ‘
  • ‘ i promise that i’ll make y'all proud. ‘
  • ‘ rise up. ‘
  • ‘ i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. ‘
  • ‘ i never thought i’d live past twenty. ‘
  • ‘ this is not a moment, it’s the movement. ‘
  • ‘ we need to handle our financial situation. ‘
  • ‘ i may not live to see our glory. ‘
  • ‘ i will gladly join the fight. ‘
  • ‘ let’s have another round tonight. ‘
  • ‘ raise a glass to freedom. ‘
  • ‘ remind me what we’re looking for. ‘
  • ‘ i’m looking for a mind at work. ‘
  • ‘ there’s nothing like summer in the city. ‘
  • ‘ your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money. ‘
  • [ name ], you disgust me. ‘
  • ‘ you want a revolution? i want a revelation. ‘
  • ‘ chaos and bloodshed are not a solution. ‘
  • ‘ they’re playing a dangerous game. ‘
  • ‘ for shame, for shame! ‘
  • ‘ it’s hard to listen to you with a straight face. ‘
  • ‘ honestly, you shouldn’t even talk. ‘
  • ‘ my dog speaks more eloquently than thee. ‘
  • ‘ i’d rather be divisive than indecisive. ‘
  • ‘ you say the price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay. ‘
  • ‘ why so sad? ‘
  • ‘ now you’re making me mad. ‘
  • ‘ you’ll be back. ‘
  • ‘ soon you’ll see. ‘
  • ‘ you’ll remember you belong to me. ‘
  • ‘ time will tell. ‘
  • ‘ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love. ‘
  • ‘ don’t change the subject. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll love you till my dying days. ‘
  • ‘ when you’re gone, i’ll go mad. ‘
  • ‘ i will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ‘
  • ‘ any hope of success is fleeting. ‘
  • ‘ i cannot be everywhere at once. ‘
  • ‘ i’m in dire need of assistance. ‘
  • ‘ close the door on your way out. ‘
  • ‘ have i done something wrong, sir? ‘
  • ‘ dying is easy, young man. living is harder. ‘
  • ‘ why are you telling me this? ‘
  • ‘ we are a powder keg about to explode. ‘
  • ‘ i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. ‘
  • ‘ where are you taking me? ‘
  • ‘ i’m about to change your life. ‘
  • ‘ this is not a game. ‘
  • ‘ you strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied. ‘
  • ‘ you’re like me. i’m never satisfied. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll see you on the other side of the war. ‘
  • ‘ love doesn’t discriminate. ‘
  • ‘ there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya. ‘
  • ‘ i am the one thing in life i can control. ‘
  • ‘ there’s only one way for us to win this. ‘
  • ‘ i’m sorry, is this not your speed?! ‘
  • ‘ can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? ‘
  • ‘ my name’s been through a lot, i can take it. ‘
  • ‘ i’m more than willing to die. ‘
  • ‘ look around at how lucky we are. ‘
  • ‘ how long have you known? ‘
  • ‘ you should have told me. ‘
  • ‘ i’m not sorry. ‘
  • ‘ look at where you started. ‘
  • ‘ the fact that you’re alive is a miracle. ‘
  • ‘ we don’t need a legacy. ‘
  • ‘ we don’t need money. ‘
  • ‘ no one has more resilience. ‘
  • ‘ i know that we can win. ‘
  • ‘ history has its eyes on you. ‘
  • ‘ immigrants: we get the job done. ‘
  • ‘ so what happens if we win? ‘
  • ‘ the world turned upside down. ‘
  • ‘ do you know how hard it is to lead? ‘
  • ‘ don’t come crawling back to me. ‘
  • ‘ you’re on your own. ‘
  • ‘ i’m dedicating everyday to you. ‘
  • ‘ domestic life was never quite my style. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll be around for you. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll do whatever it takes. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll make a million mistakes. ‘
  • ‘ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ‘
  • ‘ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ‘
  • ‘ why do you write like you’re running out of time? ‘
  • ‘ why do you always say what you believe? ‘
  • ‘ it’s the middle of the night. ‘
  • ‘ is this a legal matter? ‘
  • ‘ you’re making a mistake. ‘
  • ‘ don’t forget to write. ‘
  • ‘ we have to win. ‘
  • ‘ i’ve come home to this? ‘
  • ‘ headfirst, into the abyss! ‘
  • ‘ let’s get to the bottom of this. ‘
  • ‘ so what did i miss? ‘
  • ‘ you wanna pull yourself together? ‘
  • ‘ take a break. ‘
  • ‘ i am on my way. ‘
  • ‘ i’ve got so much on my plate. ‘
  • ‘ it’s good to see your face. ‘
  • ‘ screw your courage to the sticking place. ‘
  • ‘ close your eyes and dream. ‘
  • ‘ there’s trouble in the air, you can smell it. ‘
  • ‘ i hadn’t slept in a week. ‘
  • ‘ i don’t know how to say no to this. ‘
  • ‘ i am ruined. ‘
  • ‘ nobody needs to know. ‘
  • ‘ we oughta give it a try. ‘
  • ‘ talk less. smile more. ‘
  • ‘ hate the sin, love the sinner. ‘
  • ‘ i’ve always considered you a friend. ‘
  • ‘ i swear your pride will be the death of us all. ‘
  • ‘ now is the time to stand! ‘
  • ‘ we’re too fragile to start another fight. ‘
  • ‘ have you an ounce of regret? ‘
  • ‘ ev'ry action has its equal, opposite reactions. ‘
  • ‘ it must be nice
. ‘
  • ‘ i wanna give you a word of warning. ‘
  • ‘ relax, have a drink with me. ‘
  • ‘ why do you have to say goodbye? ‘
  • ‘ i don’t have to tell you anything at all. ‘
  • ‘ do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw? ‘
  • ‘ are my answers to your satisfaction? ‘
  • ‘ rumors only grow. ‘
  • ‘ i wrote my way out of hell. ‘
  • ‘ overwhelm them with honesty. ‘
  • ‘ have you read this? ‘
  • ‘ i came as soon as i heard. ‘
  • ‘ i’m not here for you. ‘
  • ‘ you could never be satisfied. ‘
  • ‘ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ‘
  • ‘ that’s one less thing to worry about. ‘
  • ‘ you ever see somebody ruin their own life? ‘
  • ‘ i saved every letter you wrote me. ‘
  • ‘ i knew you were mine. ‘
  • ‘ you said you were mine. ‘
  • ‘ i thought were mine. ‘
  • ‘ you and your words flooded my senses. ‘
  • ‘ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ‘
  • ‘ you have ruined our lives. ‘
  • ‘ i hope that you burn. ‘
  • ‘ they don’t exactly cover this subject in boarding school. ‘
  • ‘ stay alive. ‘
  • ‘ is he breathing? is he going to survive this? ‘
  • ‘ there is suffering too terrible to name. ‘
  • ‘ i never liked the quiet before. ‘
  • ‘ that never used to happen before. ‘
  • ‘ can you imagine? ‘
  • ‘ i know i don’t deserve you, [ name ]. ‘
  • ‘ is there anything you wouldn’t do? ‘
  • ‘ i’ll be damned! ‘
  • ‘ what if this bullet is my legacy? ‘
  • ‘ legacy. what is a legacy? ‘
  • ‘ i’m the villain in your history. ‘
  • ‘ who lives, who dies, who tells your story? ‘
married part 7- h.s imagine

you can read the previous part here

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“This hotel really is beautiful. I can see why Niall and Emma wanted to have their wedding here.” You thought out loud as you looked around the hotel lobby.

Harry nodded his head as he stared down at his lap, his foot tapping anxiously. You sighed. You had a million and one thoughts going through your mind. You didn’t know how to fit everything you wanted to say in one sentence. So you started with the obvious thing you had to say.

“I’m sorry, Harry.”

Harry took his gaze off his fighting to fingers to look at you as you sat down on the spot next to him. He watched as you played with the hem of your dress. “When you told me you were marrying Kimberly…I cried so hard I thought I was going to run out of tears. When your wedding day finally came up, I remember crying so hard seeing you in your tux ready to marry someone who wasn’t me. But. I think what hurt the most was when you found out about my feelings for you last year…you gave up on us.”

Harry bit down on his bottom lip softly, shame written clearly on his forehead. You glanced at him before you sighed, “You were a married man, Harry. Never would I ever do something that could potentially hurt your marriage. Never would I ever ruin your chance of happiness. Yes. I was in love with you. But I would’ve gotten over it. We could’ve still been friends. You didn’t have to shut me out for a year. You didn’t have to break our birthday tradition.”

Harry closed his eyes momentarily. Harry doesn’t have a lot of regrets in his life, for he thinks that everything happens for a reason, whether it was good or not. However, missing your birthday the way that he did will always be his biggest regret.

“I think all the hurt I’ve felt finally caught up to me. That’s why I said what I did last night.” You stared into Harry’s green eyes before you softly grabbed his hand. “I told you that I was in love with Lucas.” Harry grimaced as he had to hear you say you loved another man for the second time within 24 hours. “But I’m not.” You finished.

Harry’s eyes went wide. He held your hand tighter. “What?” Harry asked. You looked down at your hands holding each other as you rubbed small circles on Harry’s hand with your thumb. “I told you I was in love with Lucas.” You looked up at Harry. “When really I’m in love with you. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being in love with you.”

Harry was quick to close the gap between the two of you. He placed both his hands on the sides of your cheeks as he kissed you. You sighed against Harry’s lips as you kissed him back. Harry pulled away and leant his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Harry whispered. You shrugged your shoulders as you placed one of your hands on top of his. “We both are.”

Emma looked at the entrance. She let out a squeal as she placed her hands on her cheeks. Niall looked at her, a piece of cake stuffed in his mouth, “What?” Emma nodded her head towards the door. Niall looked over and instantly his eyes went wide.

You and Harry walked over to the newly wed couple with your hands interlocked together. Harry leaned in and gave Niall a “bro hug” with his hand still holding yours. “Congratulations you guys! I just-”

“Emma. We’re in an alternative universe. It’s just us. We need to somehow gain control of these foreign creatures and declare land on this planet.” Niall said as he grabbed his wife.

Emma flicked Niall’s head before she turned to you and Harry. “What’s going on, here?” she smirked as she crossed her arms together.

Harry looked down at your hands before he looked back at you. “Just two best friends finding their way back, that’s all.”

You glanced at your hands and smiled. Emma let out a squeal as she pulled you into a hug. Niall let out a puff of air and smiled. He pulled Harry in for another hug and whispered in his ear, “It’s about damn time.”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully before he pulled you back to him. “I know it’s your wedding and all but me and Y/N have a lot to catch up on.” Emma nodded her head as she placed her hand on Niall’s chest. “We completed understand.”

Niall leaned into you and motioned you to come closer. “Make sure you use a condom.” Your eyes went wide before you flicked Niall’s ear. “Niall!” Niall raised his hands up in defense, “You guys have been in love with each other for years! Something’s bound to happen!”

You buried your head into Harry’s shoulder while he chuckled. With one last goodbye and congratulations, the two of you were off.

You had your arms crossed as you were walking around Harry’s still bare apartment. “So you decided to move?” You called out as you stopped in front of the bookcase he had at the side of the room. “Sort of. Kimberly wanted the apartment” Harry said sheepishly from the kitchen. You pursed your lips together as you looked at all the knickknacks Harry had on his bookshelf. You let out a chuckle as your eyes bounced to each item: a tiny statue of a frog, a ring Harry used to always wear when you guys were younger but outgrew (it broke his heart when he couldn’t even wear it on his pinky finger), his name tag from when he used to work at the bakery back home, his polaroid camera.

Your eyes landed on the framed picture of the two of you. You could feel your heart rate quicken. Even though you guys haven’t talked to each other in a year and even though he still had a lot to unpack; Harry still put up a framed picture of the two of you. You looked towards the kitchen and smiled. You shook your head as you stared off into the ground while chuckling.

“Y/N! Harry’s here!” Your mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs. You stared at yourself in the mirror and sighed. You smiled and quickly frowned when you saw your braces. You sighed as you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. Harry was sitting at the breakfast table in the new uniform you guys were required to wear in high school.

Your mom placed a glass of orange juice in front of Harry and took her seat. “I can’t believe you guys are in high school already.” You placed your chin in your hand and mumbled, “I can’t believe I’m starting my first year of high school in braces.”

A 15 year old Harry with hair that basically looked like a bird’s nest on top of his head swallowed his food. He patted your shoulders. “I keep telling you that you look fine, Y/N.” Your mom nodded her head as she began to leave the room, “He’s right, sweetie. Everyone gets braces at your age.”

You picked up your fork and began picking at your eggs. “Harry doesn’t have braces.” Harry let out a chuckle as he took a sip of his juice. Your mom came back with a camera and stood in front of you two on the other side of the table. “Come on, before you guys are late. We need to take a picture of your first day of high school!”

Harry leaned in closer to you and smiled. You looked at the camera and smiled a closed lip smile. The flash off and Harry scowled at you. “Love, that’s not a genuine smile.”

You let out a puff of air while you leaned back into your chair. “I don’t want to smile with my braces, H.”

Harry shook his head as he turned his body to face you properly. “Y/N, I think you look beautiful with your braces and I know for a fact that you’ll look beautiful once they come off. Don’t let them hide away that gorgeous smile I love so much.”

Your cheeks were quick to blush. You turned to your mom and let out a mumbled, “Fine. Let’s take another one.”

Your mom smiled as she got the camera ready once more. You smiled, braces in full show. Harry placed his arm around you as he smiled as well.

Through your entire friendship with Harry, he made sure you never questioned your beauty or worth. He was the first boy to ever tell you that you were beautiful. Maybe that’s why you fell for Harry as hard and as fast as you did. Harry was genuine and he was forgiving. He made sure everyone felt welcomed and he made sure everyone knew how much they meant to him. You fell in love with Harry for just the kindness he had in his heart.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted as Harry finally emerged from the kitchen. In his hands was a small muffin with a lit candle on top of it. He was quietly humming “Happy Birthday” as he walked closer to you.

You placed your hand on your mouth as your eyes brimmed with tears. Once the song was over Harry whispered, “To make up for the tradition I broke.” You smiled before you blew out the candle. Harry placed the muffin down on one of the shelves on the bookcase before he pulled you into your second kiss that night.

You and Harry were sitting down on his bed with your backs against the headboard. You had your head resting on his shoulder as Harry had his arm around you, tracing small circles on your shoulder. It was silent for a long time but you guys didn’t mind. What you guys needed right now was each other.

Suddenly Harry’s phone dinged, telling him he got a text message. He grabbed his phone from the night stand and sighed as he read the text. Your eyes glanced over to the screen.

From Kimberly: Don’t forget out meeting tomorrow.

Harry locked his phone before he placed it back onto the night stand. You bit your bottom lip, mentally debating whether or not this was a sensitive topic for Harry. “How did you guys get to the decision to get a divorce?”

Harry sighed as he stared at the wall in front of him.

Harry kicked a rock as he was walking along the sidewalk. He had his hands in his coat pockets as he was looking at the ground. Kimberly kicked him out once again. She claimed that she “needed space from him.”

Ever since Harry found out about your true feelings for him, his relationship with Kimberly started to change. He feels ashamed and disgusted with himself but he couldn’t help it. After knowing how you felt about him, he couldn’t help but question his marriage. That’s when the arguments started happening. Kimberly would yell and accuse Harry of not fully being in the marriage. Kimberly even went as far as accusing him of cheating.

Harry would never cheat on a woman. Ever.

His mother and Gemma always taught him the importance of a woman’s worth. He would never do something so stupid in his life.

But did he cheat? Did he cheat emotionally?

Was he cheating when he couldn’t push his feelings for you aside? Was it cheating when you crept into his mind when he was looking at Kimberly? Was it cheating when Harry would creep on your social medias, wondering if you were taking care of yourself? Was it cheating when the only concern Harry had was whether or not you moved on?

Harry sighed as he sat down on a bus bench. He was staring at every person walking by. Surely everyone was having a better night than he was right now. As he was staring off, his eyes landed on a familiar person. He let out a gasp. His heart rate started to quicken and he could feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

It was you.

You were walking on the other side of the street, a bag of takeout in your hands. Harry mentally debated whether or not he should run over and try to talk to you. It’s been three months, would you even want to talk to him?

The first thing he noticed was how long your hair has gotten. He noticed that you had your headphones in. Were you listening to the latest Coldplay song because you loved the band so much? Or were you talking to your mom, telling her about the latest news at work? The next thing he noticed was the bag of food you were holding. Was it just for you? Or were you going to share it with someone that wasn’t him?

As you walked away and your body was becoming smaller and smaller in the distance, Harry couldn’t help but let out a sniffle. His eyes started to water as he came to the realization you were out of his life. Sure he brought this upon himself but after seeing you for the first time in three months, it broke his heart.

“When I saw you that day, I realized that you were the only thing on my mind. I didn’t care that I was in a fight with Kimberly, I didn’t care that I was freezing my ass off on a bus bench. All I could see was you. That’s when I finally realized I was being fair to Kimberly. She deserves someone that would be able to love her properly and I couldn’t do that when you were on my mind.”

You turned your body so that you were sitting in front of Harry. You grabbed his hand. “Do you regret getting married?”

Harry placed his other hand on the side of your cheek. “I regret not marrying you.”

From Harry: Dinner tonight, love?

You smiled as you glanced at your phone on your desk. Your coworker, Olivia, was sitting in the chair in front of your desk. Her eyebrows perked up at you, “Alright. Spill. You’ve been smiling at your phone the entire day. Did something happen last night?”

After texting Harry a quick “yes”, you placed your phone into your desk drawer. “Actually-” But you were cut short as you saw the last person you expected to see, marching up to your desk. You quickly got up, “Kimberly?”

Kimberly walked straight up to you, nothing but venom in her eyes. Through gritted teeth, she said, “Fucking home wrecker.” before her hand collided with your cheek.

eh. i liked how i started this…not sure about how i ended it lol. let me know what you guys thought/ want to see happen next! 

you can read part 8 here

Made of skin and bones

Originally posted by dalekhane

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

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2. Chess

- M-me…?

A chorus of scoffs and gasps from the other girls echoes though the walls making you feel minuscule and ashamed, but Bucky doesn’t even blink giving you a nearly imperceptible nod. 

- Thank you everyone for coming - his potent voice fire all the other women in the room without breaking eye contact with you - the meeting is over

Soon the room gets filled with scoffs of indignation and suffocated curses of the rejected women and you want the ground to swallow you whole.

- Follow me - he says before turning his back to you and giving to his guards a signal that you suppose it’s for them to make sure that you don’t jump over a window. 

- Wan… - you search confort in your sister opening and closing your mouth without utterly understanding what’s happening. She is still looking at you wide eyed but she quickly shakes her head and push you towards the guards

- Go Y/N, go - she whispers - I’ll come to visit you, I promise

- No, no,no… Wanda I don’t… 

- Miss, please, follow us - one of the guards places gently his hand on your shoulder as a subtle order.

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The Broken Hearted Wife

Originally posted by suirisblack

Ivar x Reader

The day you’d been forced to marry Ivar you’d been heart broken. You adored your best friend, both you and Ivar knew that, it was a source of many jealous attempts to get rid of your friend to no avail. He had insisted on attending your friend’s wedding, practically dragging you there, demanding to be at the front of the crowd all the way through the day.

You stood at the water’s edge, watching your friend say goodbye to his wife, knowing Aslaug and Ivar was watching you somewhere out of your gaze. Just as you went to hurry to your friend and say goodbye Ivar seated himself next to you, glaring at the man.

“Such as shame.” Ivar sighed, glancing up at you.

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  • ❛ There’s just one problem. All magic comes with a price. ❜ 
  • ❛ I don’t remember all the crazy stuff you told me. ❜ 
  • ❛ Darkness never wins. ❜ 
  • ❛ It just fools you into thinking it does. ❜ 
  • ❛ You really don’t believe. ❜ 
  • ❛ There’s nothing to believe. ❜ 
  • ❛ Your family isn’t going to exist long enough to save themselves. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’ll be damned if it ends there, too. ❜ 
  • ❛ If we don’t stop the Black Fairy, all the realms will be destroyed. ❜ 
  • ❛ Curses have never stopped us before. ❜ 
  • ❛ Today will be no different. ❜
  • ❛ I ended up in this nuthouse because I believed you back then. ❜ 
  • ❛ I was never a fan of white weddings. ❜ 
  • ❛ The least I can do is make sure you get to enjoy yours. ❜  
  • ❛ I ruined your parents’ wedding. ❜ 
  • ❛ I wasn’t even brave enough to keep you. ❜ 
  • ❛ You were with me my whole life. ❜ 
  • ❛ There has to be a different ending to this story. ❜   
  • ❛ I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty fork. ❜ 
  • ❛ They say that a captain’s heart belongs to his ship. ❜ 
  • ❛ But with this ring, it now belongs to you. ❜ 
  • ❛ But thanks to you, now I have. ❜   
  • ❛ You got your happy ending. ❜ 
  • ❛ That’s not what this is. It’s something else. ❜ 
  • ❛ You could have just told me that. ❜ 
  • ❛ So you’re kidnapping me now. ❜ 
  • ❛ I thought there’d be like flying pigs or talking doughnuts or something. ❜ 
  • ❛ Well if you’re not impressed, I can leave you here.. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m doing what I have to do to save my son/daughter. ❜ 
  • ❛ They run strongly in our family. ❜ 
  • ❛ It is a vile, dangerous world, _____.❜ 
  • ❛ Thank you for fighting for me. ❜ 
  • ❛ The only thing I know how to drive is a broom. ❜ 
  • ❛ That’s dark, even for the Dark One. ❜ 
  • ❛ Aye. I’ll bring the rum. ❜ 
  • ❛ Wedding venues? Living our lives? ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m not afraid of some monster in the woods. ❜ 
  • ❛ Let’s get on with it. ❜ 
  • ❛ I never get tired of that new baby smell. ❜ 
  • ❛ Lay a hand on her/him again and you’ll lose it. ❜ 
  • ❛ I know that you face an uncertain future. ❜ 
  • ❛ But there’s one thing I want you to be certain of. ❜ 
  • ❛ I will always, always be by your side. ❜ 
  • ❛ Will you marry me? ❜ 
  • ❛ I will always find you. ❜ 
  • ❛ I believe the greeting you’re looking for is, Hello. ❜ 
  • ❛ This potion clears up the darkness. ❜ 
  • ❛ It’s not like it’s the first curse we’ve ever woken up from. ❜ 
  • ❛ Didn’t expect to ever see you back on this rock. ❜ 
  • ❛ This wasn’t exactly what you’d called a planned excursion. ❜ 
  • ❛ I suppose thanks are in order for the daring rescue. ❜ 
  • ❛ Who said this was a rescue? ❜ 
  • ❛ If you want answers, I suggest you start by asking nicely. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m done with nice. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’ve cleaned up almost all my evil half’s messes. ❜ 
  • ❛ I think I know what it is. Bloody hell. ❜ 
  • ❛ You’ve had me locked up for how long now? ❜ 
  • ❛ What did I do to you that was so bad? ❜   
  • ❛ You lied to me. ❜ 
  • ❛ Let’s get my pirate back. ❜ 
  • ❛ Son of a fish! ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m not as drunk as your other opponents. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m not a bloody matchmaker! ❜ 
  • ❛ Why is this rug flying? ❜ 
  • ❛ I have a toddler and a sleeping curse at home. ❜
  • ❛ I know you’re hurting. But you can’t just run from this. ❜ 
  • ❛ How many times are you almost going to kiss me? ❜ 
  • ❛ I have to get back and tell him/her the truth. ❜ 
  • ❛ Did you not hear the captain? ❜ 
  • ❛ Well you know who does? ❜ 
  • ❛ I’ve spent a lifetime running away from those beasts. ❜
  • ❛ Then they won’t know to expect us. ❜ 
  • ❛ Love can save even the darkest souls. ❜
  • ❛ You just have to believe in it.  ❜
  • ❛ I’m going to do what we never could. ❜   
  • ❛ I’m going to be brave for both of us and choose love over hate. ❜
  • ❛ I already destroyed my own family once. ❜
  • ❛ I just—I didn’t know how I could live with that. ❜
  • ❛ We have to stop hiding things from each other. ❜
  • ❛ That is what I thought we were together.  ❜
  • ❛ I tried to destroy my dark side up on that rooftop in New York. ❜
  • ❛ Guilt can be as corrosive to the soul as revenge. ❜
  • ❛ I’m a queen. Not some burlap-loving peasant who sleeps in dirt. ❜
  • ❛ I was there when she/he threw her/him chance at love away. ❜
  • ❛ I command you. Don’t try to stop me. ❜
  • ❛ A little early for rum, isn’t it? ❜
  • ❛ Oh. That’s called an alarm clock. ❜
  • ❛ Life is too precious. ❜   
  • ❛ Do you want to be able to look back? ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid to tempt fate. ❜
  • ❛ I know. We make our own fate. ❜
  • ❛ I did it. And now it’s your turn. ❜
  • ❛ Fate’s a tricky business. It still requires work. Planning. ❜
  • ❛ You were certainly a little more spry in your younger days. ❜
  • ❛ A thief who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. ❜
  • ❛ Gives to the poor? Why the hell would I do that? ❜
  • ❛ You have my blessing. I didn’t realize you were so old-fashioned.  ❜
  • ❛ Once you give in to darkness, it’s almost impossible to resist its calling. ❜

for @tinseltowncloud who is awesome and nice and deserves nice things

Sometimes Dex feels the breath leave his chest when he looks at Nursey. He’s not sure what it is, not sure how Nursey manages to consistently leave him feeling off-balance and winded. It’s annoying, though, he knows that much. He doesn’t like feeling uncomfortable, and the way Nursey makes him feel is anything but comfortable. It has him constantly on edge, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

The worst part is that Dex is one hundred percent sure Nursey knows. He knows that there’s just something about him that gets under Dex’s skin. Something about his affected chill, maybe, or the way he flirts with anything that moves, or how clumsy he is, or possibly it’s how utterly careless he is with his own well-being. Whatever it is, it drives Dex crazy. Two months into knowing the guy, and Nursey is practically all Dex thinks about. And Nursey’s doing nothing to deter it, teasing Dex and winking at him and falling all over himself right in front of Dex, like Dex has any other choice than to catch him with a hand on his wrist or an arm around his shoulder. It’s infuriating. He doesn’t know what to do about it.

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my name’s kat. i’m 16, close to 17, and i just graduated high school. i’m a literal lesbian. hopefully, i’m going to college.

i live in venezuela. granted, i’ve lived a pretty sheltered life: my mom’s got a stable job which led to me and my brother living an okay life, even when our country’s falling apart. when we were little, we saw grown ups fight over politics, and we playfully joined in, not knowing how terribly deep it went. as the years went by, we saw the government and the opposition constantly plant hatred towards each other on the population. now that we’re older, we understand. now that we’re older, our families torn apart, our friends fleeing away, we understand.

i won’t be able to study what i want. because in this country, it doesn’t make money. because my country’s a trainwreck.

today’s july 30th 2017. today’s election day. the government of my country has decided to create a new constitution from scratch, without consulting the people. today, the elections are to choose who’ll write it, not if we want it or not.

the past few months, starting back in april if i recall correctly, have been disastrous. it began when the government decided to give the congress the middle finger and do whatever it wanted, instead of what the people wanted. so the people got angry and stood against it, for months and months. the military retaliated against them brutally; there’s dozens of dead and hundreds of injured, if not more. but if today’s elections end up in a literal purge, which at this point wouldn’t surprise me, those numbers will grow incredibly fast.

what i’m saying is: this is the product of twenty years of people insulting themselves. twenty years of a government praising hatred and applauding violence. this was once the richest country in latin america, this was the country that initiated the latin american independence wars. this was the country i was proud of. and i still am. but it has become so broken and corrupted: not just the government, but the people.

our tt at twitter today are, amongst others, #suicidazonacional (national collective suicide) and #the purge, often tweeted together. but along these, through all of these months, all of these years, the trends of my country have always been hateful and it breaks my heart to see how the place that i grew up in has become such a dark place to be.

It’s possible they might cut us off from the internet. they might cut our electricity and blame it on some sabotage. it has happened before. so, in that case, i guess i wanted to write this: my feelings towards this subject.

old people suck and have ruined my country, my life and countless others. don’t let governments manipulate you.

Tom Holland Imagine: Jealousy

Summary: You and Tom have a fight over his relationship with Zendaya

A/N: Hi bbies I wrote this with no prior plan and in one sitting so I’m very sorry if you don’t like it cause I was literally making up everything as I wrote it O.O

Warnings: fighting, harmful words


I stared at my phone as yet another photo of Tom and Zendaya sitting awfully close appeared in my tagged photos on Instagram. The caption didn’t help how I felt.

“Tom and Z have been spending so much time together lately… does anyone know if he’s even still dating Y/N? She’s seems kind of irrelevant to him now… can’t blame him though lol”

I threw my phone on my bed and stormed out of the house. I needed air.

Tom stared at me in shock from the couch as he saw me storm past him.

“Y/N? Where are you going?”


“That’s not very specific… and it could be dangerous. Why don’t I go with you-”


Tom was caught off guard by my aggressive tone. He had never really seen me angry before. Our whole relationship was built off of trust so we were always honest with each other which lead to very few disagreements.

“Y/N, love, is everything alright?”

Tom’s sweet tone was all I needed to begin crying.

“No, nothing is alright. But it’s not like you care or notice. You spend all your time with fucking Zendaya.”

“Zendaya? Is that what this is about? You’re jealous? Love, she’s just a friend and a cast mate.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tom. I’m not crazy and I’m certainly not stupid or blind. I’ve been in this situation before.”

“Y/N, nothing is going on with me and Zendaya! Don’t you trust me!?”

“I thought I did, Tom! But every single picture I see of you two, you’re basically on top of each other and you two spend an awful amount of alone time together. And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd that she takes you to meet all of her friends but doesn’t take Harrison, Jacob or Laura?”

“Harrison was sick and Jacob and Laura’s families were in town! That’s the only reason I was alone with Zendaya that day!”

“That still doesn’t explain why you two ALWAYS have to be next to each other in pictures and why she flew you and Harrison out to New York the other day!”

“Y/N, you’re overreacting. Please stop before this gets blown out of proportion.”

“Yeah, well, too late for that.”

And with that I was gone.


It had been days since I last spoke to Tom. I was staying at my friend Adam’s house. I knew this would probably come back to bite me considering Adam and I used to date, but Tom and everyone else knew we were strictly friends now.

“Y/N, I made some pancakes!”

“Alright, coming! You better have bacon as well!”

“Well of course!”

I giggled and opened Instagram. I noticed tons of Tom’s fans commenting on my pictures calling my things like “whore”, “slut” and and saying “kill yourself”.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and saw I had been tagged in several pictures.

I opened them and saw pictures of Adam and I.

“Oh shit…”

There were pictures of me coming out of his apartment looking rather messy… but it was because I had just woken up!

And then there was a picture of us laughing and eating ice cream, and me with my head on his shoulder while we were sitting on a park bench and even one of him kissing my forehead while we were hugging…

I ran down the stairs and grabbed my purse.

“Adam, I have to go do something. I’ll be back.”

And with that, I was running down the street to Tom and I’s house.

I managed to cut the time it would normally take in half by running fast.

I knocked on the door and Harrison opened up.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked coldly.

“Look, it’s not what you think!”

“Oh isn’t it? Because it looks like you went out and cheated on my fucking best friend all because of some stupid idea you had running around in your goddamn mind!”

“I didn’t cheat on him! Can you please let me in? I need to talk to him!”

Harrison didn’t move so I pushed him out of the way.

“Y/N, stop!”


I stormed through the house until I found Tom.

Oh god, I’m the worst person in the world…

The poor boy was curled up laying on the floor of our room. He was dressed in sweats and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was curled up in a blanket with disheveled hair and tissues laying around him from where he had been crying. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression.

“Tom? Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“Why the hell are you here? To pack your things? Fine. Go ahead.”

I sighed and sat down next to Tom’s body. I pulled his head into my lap and began to run my fingers through his curls. Tom curled into me and began to sob hysterically.

“Why? Why would you do that to me? I never cheated on you with Zendaya. Never. She was helping me, okay? I-I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know we’re too young to get married, but I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I was in New York. She was helping me pick out a ring, and she’s been helping me figure out how I was gonna ask you. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything we had.”

“Tom, I didn’t cheat on you. I know the pictures look that way, but I didn’t. Adam is the only person here I know. He was trying to make me feel better. You know Adam is one of my best friends. The kiss on the head was because I had just explained to him what had happened with us. Coming out of his apartment looking awful was because I hadn’t left the couch in 2 days, and the ice cream was because you of all people should know that nothing makes me feel better than a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream. I would never do that to you, Tom. I love you.”

Tom sniffled and pulled away to look up at me. I ran my hand down the side of his cheek and he pressed his face into it.

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I abandoned you so much for Zendaya. And I’m sorry I assumed you would cheat on me without hearing you out. I should’ve put everything together…”

“You’re not wrong here at all, Tom. I am. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that but you know how I am. I always need time to cool off or I end up saying really harmful things that I don’t mean. And all your fans were saying you two were together and I just, I got paranoid because I’m terrified of losing you.”

“I’m terrified of losing you, too. God, when I saw those picture of you and Adam…”

“I know, baby. But I’m here. I want you. Not Adam. Now… what was that about a ring?”

Tom smiles and gets up from the floor. He walks over to our dresser and pulls out a box from one of his jean pockets.

“This wasn’t how we had planned it…”

“How did you plan it then? I’ll close my eyes and pretend I’m there.”

Tom walks back over to me and sits across from me. He takes my hands in his larger ones and I close my eyes as he begins.

“Bella Notte playing in the background, because I know how much you love Lady and the Tramp, we’re walking across your favorite bridge in the park after we’ve just watched the sun go down and had a picnic of pizza and chocolate covered strawberries because they’re your favorite… we’re standing on the bridge that Harrison and I covered in fairy lights… we’re standing under the stars… I get down on one knee in front of you and hold your hand… I say to you, ‘Y/F/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you in that coffee shop. I still remember hearing All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran playing in the background. Everything felt like slow motion and I knew in that moment that you were the love of my life. And then you fell in love with me. And I intend on working everyday to be worthy of your love. We’re only 20, so this isn’t a proposal… entirely. But I want you to know that my love for you is real. So I bought you this promise ring, so that you know that one day I’m going to come home and tell you that it’s time. And then I’ll have the greatest honor of all time by making you Mrs. Y/N Holland. Will you accept my promise?”

I was crying my eyes out at Tom’s speech that I could barely squeak out a yes before I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Tom smiled and kissed me. When he pulled away he opened the box the reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. Tom slid the ring in to my finger and kissed me lovingly again.

“Well, wasn’t that lovely!”

Tom and I turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway holding up his phone, filming us.

“I can’t wait to send this to Zendaya!”

“Harrison! Why do you always have to ruin the best moments in my life!”

Kol Mikaelson Imagine: Worth The Risk


Prompts: 11- “Everyone keep telling me you are the bad guy.”
24- “Oh, fuck off.”
31- “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re dating.“
122- "Enough with the sass!”

Summary: Reader gets a message from Kol that he wants to meet her. Then they have a conversation about him being the bad guy. At the end he asks her to be his girlfriend.

Word count: 1000

Y/F/N - your friend’s name

Originally posted by showandwrite

‘Meet me in 15 minutes at our place, love. I need to ask you something important.’

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Lance has a Type™

Fandom: Voltron
Pairing: Previous Lance/Lotor, Klance
Character: Lance, Lotor, Keith
Summary: Lance and Keith get captured and some things are revealed.

AN - Literally just a dumb little thing I wrote in relation to the crossed out part that i wrote here because no one else wrote it.  Fits with the orignal paladin/altean aristocrat Lance threoy.
Unbeta’d because yolo and stuff

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Just Like Before

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Vampire!Jimin

Word Count: 4,900+

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, spanking, biting, blood drinking

Related stories: Lucent (and the “Ruin” universe)

“So are you busting out of here tonight or what?”

Taehyung leaned his long frame against the side of the piano, baring his usual wide, rectangular smile down at you. Tonight, you could tell he was in a mischievous mood, a wild, golden glow dancing in his otherwise subtle, brown eyes. As someone who had a bad knack for encouraging you to walk a bit too close to the dangerous side, you were sure his propositions were always so tempting thanks to that smile and those eyes.

The bar was already empty of patrons for the evening, polished, wooden chairs stacked and dark table tops wiped clean to sparkling. You hadn’t really noticed when the last customer left, too caught up in pouring your heart into the ivory and black rows in front of you until Taehyung had graced you with his presence.

Even now you found it tough to bring yourself back to the present, too wrapped up in your thoughts. It was easy to slip into a fog nowadays and this was just another night where you were lamenting your lack of freedom, where you would give anything to be free like everyone else, able to go out with your friends or on a date with your boyfriend without feeling like every pair of smoldering, golden, glowing eyes were on you.

But those days were long gone and two years had sped by with you mostly cooped up in Jimin’s apartment or the bar below it, save for the few times his daring half-brother and your good friend had convinced you to sneak away.

“Come on, earth to gorgeous. I’m losing you again,” Taehyung joked, waving a long-fingered hand in front of your face and forcing you to return to reality.

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Infatuation (pt12)

Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

““You heard me.” He dipped his head into the crevice of my neck, placing a gentle kiss against the smooth skin. The furious burn of my blush reddened the tips of my ears and warmed the back of my neck. I could feel Taehyung’s lips twisting into a smirk as he hovered over my collarbones.”

A/N - Just a slight warning for those of you who don’t like smut ~ I tried to make it as fluffy as i possibly could, and avoided getting to graphic, so I hope you can make it through ~

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 3167 

Previous | Masterlist | Epilogue 

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 11: The Next Morning

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1100 Words

Chapter Summary: Waking up the morning after your date, you find that you and Jensen fell asleep on the couch.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The pounding on the door was the first thing that woke you up the next morning. Not thinking clearly, you were surprised to find yourself in the living room, the sunlight shining in from the balcony behind you, reflecting on the TV in front. Groaning, you moved to sit up, when you felt something heavy draped across your belly, holding you tight to something warm and firm behind you. Waking quickly, you tilted your head as the pounding increased, and a groan sounded from behind you.

“Oh shit.” You muttered, as you slid out from underneath Jensen’s arm, standing up, almost tripping over your discarded shoes in your haste to get to the door and stop the noise.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there. Now hurry up, I brought coffee and I want to hear all about your date.” Your friend Tiffany said from the other side of the door. You glanced back at Jensen, who was struggling to wake up, his hair sticking every direction. His green eyes were unfocused, and you watched as he stretched, getting lost in the way his shirt stretched tightly over his muscles.

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Sorry. (Ruin)

Inspired by Sorry by Halsey. my queen.


“Sorry that I can’t believe
That anybody ever really
starts to fall in love with me.”


Harry nodded as you spoke, his eyes fixed on your moving lips, a smile on his face.

“And the bit-Harry, why are you smiling?” You frowned, staring at him. After all, you were telling him about how your boss had shouted at you in front of everyone in the office when you had done nothing wrong.

Harry seemed to snap out of his trance, looking in your eyes, “Huh? I’m sorry, I-”

“Forget it. I’m just going to head home and sleep.” You huffed, standing up from your best friend’s couch.

“No, sit. We can watch a movie to get your mind off what happened and I can give you a new job. Come on, stay.” Harry held your hand as he sat.

You sighed, plopping back on the couch and snuggling closer to a grinning Harry.


“Harry, you need to choose one dress. You keep telling me I look beautiful in everything I try on.” You said as you stood in front of him, showing him your 7th dress, outside the fitting room in the store where you decided to check out to buy a dress for the party he’s throwing.

“Because you do!” Harry exclaimed, “But my favorite was the pastel blue one.”


You and Harry cuddled on his couch, your nose and eyes a shade of red from all the crying you cried.

“I can’t believe he would actually cheat on me. Why-Why not just leave? Tell me he wasn’t happy? Anything?” You sobbed in Harry’s chest.

His jaw was clenched as he closed his eyes and pulled you closer, giving your head a kiss and rubbing your back soothingly, “He’s an ass. He never deserved you, Y/N.”

“I know I’m hard to love but-but,” Y/N sobbed, shaking her head.

“You’re not hard to love.” Harry whispered under his breath, leaning back until then both of you were lying on the couch, holding each other.


He decided to do it. He decided to pour his heart out for his best friend tonight.
It was their Saturday movie night and now, he was only waiting for his Y/N to arrive.
The door bell alerted him, Harry rushing to open the door. He smiled once he saw you with takeout bags and already in your fuzzy pajamas.

“I got Chinese.” You grinned and entered where you considered to be your second home.

Harry bit his lip nervously, sitting down beside you and turning on the movie. His stomach was doing flips and is body grew hot with worry.
You were an hour into the movie and you were engrossed in it when suddenly it was paused, making you turn instantly and look at Harry, “Harry!”

“I love you.” He said it quickly and out of breath, turning his body towards you.

You blinked rapidly, your mouth agape in shock, “Wh-What?”

“I love you. I’m in love with you. So much, Y/N.” He said with desperate eyes, his hands reaching to hold yours.

You pulled your hands away, standing up and furiously shaking your head as you looked at him with tearful eyes, “No, you don’t.”

Harry stood up, nodding his head, “I do. I love you. I lo-”

“No! Stop saying it! You don’t love me!” You cried out, “Why would you say that? Why would you ruin us like that?”

“Y/N, what are you saying? I would never ruin us. You have to trust me. Please. I mean it. I promi-” Harry put his hands on your arms, looking at you with so much emotions in his eyes.

“Don’t promise. Don’t promise me. You can’t love me. You just can’t. You ruined it. You ruined the only good thing in my life. This- This friendship was the best thing in my life, Harry, why did you have to be so selfish?” You cried out before taking your car keys and running out of the door and into your car before driving off.

Harry stood in the middle of his living room with tearful eyes, frozen in his spot.
She didn’t believe it.


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Secret Girlfriend || Josh

Josh masterpost found here

Word count - 1,252

Summary - The one with the month-long secret girlfriend.

You and Josh hadn’t been dating for very long- a month at the most. So far, no one knew you even existed, and vice versa. You both kept your relationship from your family and friends and he worked extra hard to keep you from his fans. It wasn’t like you were hiding each other per say. It was just nice to have your relationship be just that: yours. 

You often spent the night with Josh. Even before your first time with him, you liked to go there just to lay in bed with him and feel his body close to yours. That was one thing you loved about being with Josh; not every intimate moment had to be sexual.

Not that you had anything against the sexual ones. They were pretty damn great too.

You and Josh were laying in bed, fingers intertwined and your head on his chest. “Are we still going out tomorrow night?” you asked, letting your fingers trail up and down his arm.

“Yeah,” he said. “I just gotta tell the guys. They want to go clubbing.”

“What are you gonna tell them?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “I’ll tell them I have a date.”

“Right, like that’s gonna go over well.”

“What you don’t think that’s believable?”

“I just think they’re gonna absolutely love grilling you until you cave.”

Josh laughed, “I love your faith in me.” You rolled your eyes and he gave you a small kiss on the head. “I can handle this.”

When you woke up the next morning, you immediately rolled over and snuggled closer to Josh. “Mmm, good morning to you too,” he smiled, putting his arms around you and holding you closer to him.

“Can we go get breakfast?” you asked.

“You want to go out?”

“I really want some pancakes.”

“Alright,” he said. “But I want to lay here for just a little bit longer.”

“Fine by me,” you smiled.

You climbed on top of Josh and pressed your lips to his. He smiled and rolled you both over so that he was on top of you. The kiss was slow but you had your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging it and bringing his head closer to yours. He grinned and let out a soft groan, lowering his hips down to yours so that he was grinding against you. Just when you started to wrap your legs around his waist, you heard a knock at the door.

Josh let out a sigh and pulled away from you. “No,” you whined, grabbing onto his neck and lowering his lips to yours again. Josh chuckled and went back to kissing you. His hands went down to your waist, slowly pushing your shirt up your body until it was off your body and thrown on the floor. Before anything more could happen, the knock at the door was heard again.

“I gotta get it, babe,” he said as he pulled away from you again. “It’s probably just a package or something. I’ll be right back.” You sighed and let him go, watching as he pulled on some sweats and went to answer the door. You laid back down on the bed with a huff and grabbed your phone, scrolling through Instagram to occupy yourself.

About ten minutes had gone by and Josh still hadn’t come back in the bedroom yet. You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself out of bed, wondering what could be taking him this long. You grabbed the t shirt Josh had thrown on the ground and pulled it back over your head, then threw your hair up in a ponytail. “Josh?” you called, walking out of your room. “What’s keeping you, babe?”

You froze in your tracks when you saw who had really been at the door: Caspar, Jack, and Joe. “S-Sorry,” you stuttered. “Uh, I’ll just-” Josh smiled and grabbed your arm, keeping you from leaving the room.

“(Y/N), this is Caspar, Jack, and Joe,” Josh said, pointing at each of his friends respectively. “Guys, this is (Y/N). My girlfriend.”

You blushed and let Josh put his arm around you and hold you close to his side. “Wait really?” Caspar said, his eyes lighting up.

“You’ve been hiding a secret girlfriend?” Jack laughed.

“Only for a little while,” Josh said.

“How long’s a little while?” Joe asked.

“A month or so,” Josh shrugged.

“A month!” Jack shouted, faking extreme exasperation. “How could you! You know, I could see myself doing that but you? It’s despicable! I’m ashamed!”

“Yeah, this is Jack’s level of petty, but I expected more from you Josh!” Joe agreed.

“Oi, this is not petty!” Josh said defensively. “What did you expect, me to tell you about her after our first date? You tend to scare people off.”

“We do not!” Jack said.

“Babe, how’re you feeling right now?” Josh asked, looking down at you.

“A little overwhelmed and pretty uncomfortable considering I’m just wearing a t shirt right now.”

“You see?” Josh said. “You made her- oh, wait, sorry (Y/N).” Josh grinned a little bit as he looked down at your outfit. “You want to go change?”

“Yes please,” you blushed. Josh placed a little kiss to your forehead right before you left the room. At this point, you could still hear the conversation Josh was having with the boys. As you changed, you stayed by the door so you could not-so-discreetly eavesdrop.

“She’s fit!” Jack said.

“I’m aware,” Josh laughed back.

“You like her?” Caspar asked.

“A lot,” Josh said. “It’s only been a month but you can learn a lot about someone in a month. I really like her. Yeah. A lot.” He paused, then added, “You’re not really mad we kept it from you, right?”

“No,” Caspar said immediately. “It makes sense. You never want to introduce a girl to your mates if you don’t think she’s going to stick around.”

“Yeah, he’s right,” Joe added. “It’s better to wait until you’re more serious.”

“Are you more serious?” Jack asked.

“I think so,” Josh said. “Like I said, I really really like her. I haven’t felt this way about a girl in ages. I feel, I don’t know, I feel good. I love being with her.”

“I’m proud of you, buddy,” Caspar said. “Don’t fuck this up. I want to get to know her before you ruin everything.”

“I’m not going to ruin anything!”

“Alright not that I don’t love spending time talking about Josh’s love life,” Joe teased, “but are we going out tonight or not?”

“Can’t,” Josh said. “We’ve got a date.”

“You have a girlfriend for a month and you’re already ditching us for her!” Jack laughed.

“Shove off,” Josh said as the other boys laughed. “Alright was that it? Is that really why the three of you came over and ruined my morning?”

“Ruined your morning?” Joe asked. “Did we walk in before morning sex?”

“Okay bye!” Josh said. Despite protests from the boys, you heard the front door close only a few seconds later. You had finished changing so you peaked your head out and gave Josh a little smile.

“Morning sex?” you asked. Josh grinned and quickly walked back over to you, pushing you up against the wall and kissing you forcefully. You grinned and kissed him back, knotting your fingers in his hair. He picked you up and held you close to him, walking with you back into the bedroom where you would spend a lot of time for the rest of the morning.

ok lena said kara is her only friend in national city, but who are her friends outside of national city? imagine lena actually having people she used to hang out with there, but then giving them up so she could try to rebuild her company? imagine moving to a new city bc your family ruined the way people percieve you and losing the normalcy of your old life, having to immerse yourself in your work because you really dont have anything else to do? i cry

[Part I of this is here.]

Ahsoka: [yelling above the din of the room] Everyone, please! Quiet! Now look: I’ve separated you all so that you’ll stop trying to kill each other…and other things. 
[Vaderkin hands Gardner Kenobi a daisy. He blushes. Ahsoka rolls her eyes and murmurs “oh my God” under her breath.]
Ahsoka: [continuing] …obviously, something is messed up in the timeline. And we have to figure out how to fix it, and save my Master from becoming Darth Vader. [to Canon Anakin and Obi-Wan] I want you two to come with me, so we can find out where in the timeline we need to change things. [to the group] The rest of you, stay here. Kenobis: it goes without saying, but you’re in charge. 
Pirate Kenobi: I propose I join you. You might need me. I can be very persuasive. [he winks at the Anakins, who all sigh]
Canon Kenobi: I don’t think that’ll be necessary, I mean, I am the Negotiator –
Canon Anakin: [way too eagerly] He should come along. Uh, he could be, y’know. Good. To have around. [Canon Kenobi stares at him judgmentally] What?
Ahsoka: Ugh, fine. Pirate Kenobi can come. But that’s it! 
Gardener Anakin: Not even me?
Ahsoka: Especially not you. 
Maul: [bursting through the door] I demand to join you! 
Ahsoka: [rubbing her temples] …oh Lord, is Filoni writing this thing? Maul, what the hell are you doing here?
Maul: Same thing you are, Lady Tano. Trying to fix things that went wrong. I insist you bring me on this quest of yours. 
Ahsoka: You don’t even want to save the universe! You just wanna kill Sidious so you can take it over yourself! 
Maul: I have just as much reason to want to set things right as you do. Perhaps we can make it so that my life was never ruined by the Sith. I could be spared years of torment! And I am a good warrior. You might need me. 
Ahsoka: [sighs] I can’t believe I’m saying this, but fine: you can come, too.
Canon Kenobi: [indignant] Oh come on!
Ahsoka: Maybe we can try to go far enough back in the timeline that we can stop everything before it starts. It might be helpful to have Maul with us in case we run into another Maul at some point. OK guys: let’s go. 

[they leave, and emerge in a different place and time] 

Ahsoka: [looking around] This doesn’t look right at all…
Canon Kenobi: [reading from a datapad] It appears to me that we may have gone forward in time, not back.
Pirate Kenobi: [to a mysterious young man heading towards them down the hallway] Well, hello there.
Poe Dameron: [dumbstruck] Whoa.  

@albaparthenicevelut @resistancepilots I am dedicating this one to you two specifically because of its Gardener/Pirate content. Please know that just writing that sentence alone just now made me laugh out loud.  

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“I’m not wearing that.” Lams

John should have known that coming home was a bad idea, shouldn’t have been so blind and hopeful to think that Henry Laurens had changed enough to allow him any ounce of happiness.

Henry was with him, knowing better than to trust any one else to handle John. “Jackie, you need to get dressed. There’s still an hour, but we need to figure out something with that hair of yours. I really would rather you keep it short.”

“No,” John said, shaking his head. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he had no plans on moving from his seat on the foot of the bed. “I’m not wearing that, and my hair is perfectly fine as is. Alex likes it long.”

Henry closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. “Fine, keep your hair as it is.” Henry turned around and lifted the hanger from where it was hanging on the door. “But you are getting dressed. No son of mine is showing up to his wedding day looking anything less than his best.”

John swallowed. His hands were squeezed into fists, tucked into his arms. “I’d rather be no son of yours than go through with this farce.”

“It’s not a farce!” Henry’s face was red. “It’s a marriage. I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen to me, and now it’s happening. You have no one to blame but yourself, Jackie.”

He shook his head. “Even if I go along with this, even if I get dressed and appear the perfect son, it’s not happening. There is nothing you can do to get me to say the words.”

“Boy,” Henry said, stepping closer. “You are going to marry Miss Manning. That girl has the entire world thinking you’re in love with her, and it simply wouldn’t do to break Miss Manning’s heart, now, would it?”

“Do you think I care?” John’s asked, eyes narrowing. “It’s a lie, it’s all a lie!” He stood up, walking forward, moving his hands to run them through his hair. He turned to Henry and said, “I will change my name and run away to Africa if it means you get the fuck out of my life!”

“Watch the way you speak to me, boy!” Henry got in his face. “You will do no such thing. You are going to go into that bathroom over there, wash your face off with cold water, and get dressed. And then, we’re going to go over to the church and welcome the newest member of the family.”

John breathed in deep. “Why?” he asked. “Even back when I was still your perfect son, back when you thought I was studying polisci, thought I was gonna go to law school and follow in your footsteps, there was one thing you always told me. One thing I let myself cling onto.”

Henry shook his head and said, “I know. I told you how much I loved your mother, I showed you the pain it caused me when she died.” 

“And what else did you say? What else did you tell me?”

“I told you that none of the hardships life brought you mattered when you had someone you loved at your said.”

John nodded and took in another deep breath. He looked Henry in the eye and asked, “then why are you taking that away from me? Why now? What changed?”

“You’re lying to yourself, first of all. That boy of yours is nothing more than rebellion, Jackie. He doesn’t belong here,” Henry whispered, waving a hand around. “This isn’t his world. He’s not you.”

John could feel the angry tears burning at the corners of his eyes, and he knew his face was red. “And this girl I’ve never met before in my life is?”


“Why?” John asked.

Henry looked to the side and ran a hand over his slicked back hair. “Because she’s pregnant, Jackie, and everyone thinks it’s yours.”  

“No,” John said, backing away. “She lying! You know she’s lying!”

Henry sighed. “I know.”

“Then why are you making me do this?!” John’s voice was loud, filling the room, harsh with emotion. “What have I done to deserve this?”

“It has to be done, Jackie.” Henry looked at him, face blank, eyes sharp. “It could ruin us, you know. She’s told me she’s more than willing to make a scandal of it, she told me she could just as easily tell the news it was mine.”

John’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He ignored it and said, “oh my god. You’re sacrificing your son’s happiness for your reputation.”

Henry turned around, back to John, hands clasped behind his back. “It needs to be done.” Henry took a step forward. “I expect to see you downstairs in twenty minutes.”

The door closed behind Henry, and for the first time in a long time, John felt helpless. His phone vibrated in his pocket again. He pulled it out and saw a string of missed texts from Alex.

From: Alex <3
To: John Laurens

hey babe is everything going alright?

From: Alex <3
To: John Laurens

your room is the front right corner on the second floor right

From: Alex <3 
To: John Laurens

open ur fuckign window

John shoved his phone back in his pocket and went to his window, disbelief building in his chest as he unlocked it. He pushed it open, and couldn’t have stopped the laughter if he had tried.

Alex was standing there, smiling wide, a rope hanging over his shoulders. 

John leaned forward and shouted down, “what are you doing here? You can’t be here.”

“I”m rescuing you, of course.” Alex looked to the driveway. “I have the badass motorcycle and everything.”

“Oh my god,” John closed his eyes and shook his head. “You’re serious.”

“As a heart attack.” Alex unfurled the rope and started to swing it. “Now, come on, we’ll have to hurry. I see people downstairs.”

When You Had the Chance

pairing ; alexander x reader

summary ; You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.

words ; 1208

warnings ; ANGST. there’s no happy ending, so slightly more angst.

note ; i’m so sorry.


It seemed like he always had somewhere to go, something else to do. Frankly, it was becoming aggravating. Why did he always have something else to do? Why did he always have somewhere else to be?

It didn’t matter that he was some important politician, it didn’t matter that he had a job to do. What mattered was your marriage. In the beginning, it was like Heaven on Earth, pure bliss. Nights staying in your house, mornings drinking tea and talking about your lives, small kisses shared here and there, sleeping to-goddamn-gether.

And then he was offered a job, and suddenly everything is more important than you, than your children, than anything he could come up with. He always had bills to finish writing, he was constantly talking gibberish about getting some plan through, all the while he’s ignoring his family and friends.

In short, the Alexander Hamilton you met was not the Alexander Hamilton you saw now.

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