my heart is just too dark to care

An Arranged Marriage Chapter 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

1800 Words

Story Summary: An AU of sorts. Where hunter’s have communities, and arrange marriages for their young. Y/N is from the Northwest region, arranged to marry Dean, from the midwest region.

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1

Dean’s POV

Sitting there, in the dark interior of the Impala, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the women curled into the corner of the back seat. She was still wearing her plain wedding dress, her fingers nervously picking at the hem as she stared out the window.

“Y/N, I know this marriage wasn’t of your choosing either. I just want you to know that I’m not going to expect a real marriage. I won’t force you into anything you don’t want. You can have your own room, and if, after a couple of days you still feel the need, you can leave. I won’t come after you, I won’t force you to stay. I want you to be happy, and if that includes staying with us, then you are more than welcome to.” I found myself saying, watching as her wide gaze landed on mine through the rear-view mirror. She hadn’t said much the entire day, and I didn’t blame her either.

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cahannie  asked:

OK, SO, Lance being corrupted by Haggar and Lotor and made into galra soldier/druid by modifying his quintessence because his insecurities make it wavering. PAIN, TEARS AND BETRAYAL. Accompanied by sounds of my shattering heart (and team's too).

2/10. I just got inspired not really upset.  I hope you like this though!


The first thing, Lance realized, was the pain. He was in pain, as a blue-green light washed over his skin, burning it. He wanted to scream.  The light was changing him, he could tell- like it was re writing his biology. Then, all at once, it disappeared. Not the light, just the pain. A voice washed over him, deep and dark, “Oh, paladian of blue, join us. We will put you to use- we will care about you more than your team ever did. Join us, blue one.”

Lance spat, “Never!”

He’s right though, he thought, his team never cared about him.

An old woman’s laugh, sounding far too much like the evil queen from snow white, made its ways too his ears, “They have already replaced you, my child.” 

Flashes of images rode over his eyes, of Matt taking his place on the blue lion. The team hadn’t even tried to find him- he was never going to be found was he? Well why the hell shouldn’t he listen? His team didn’t care! They never did! They just wanted him to be perfect like Keith- wanted him to change himself for them! Why the hell shouldn’t he listen?!

The deep voice chuckled, “You should listen, Blue one, you would be most valuable in our army- for we’d never try to change you.” 

He didn’t know they were changing him right at that very moment. 

Keith was livid, as he slaughtered galra trying to fight his way to where Lance was being kept. The whole team was alive with a fighting spirit as they slashed and shot their way to their friend. Keith was the first one to get to the last room they had to pass before they got to Lance. He was the first one to realize something was wrong. 

Lotor, the Prince of the Galra who had captured Lance, was sitting in a chair, legs crossed, smirking. Haggar stood to his right. But on his left, draped in a dark blue lace, stood a tall slim figure. It obviously wasn’t galra, nor was it altean- it looked like a human but it couldn’t have been. Lance wouldn’t go to the dark side, not willingly. 

The rest of the team arrived. Lotor spoke, “Ah, Paladins how nice of you too join us. Blue?” 

The figure to his left turned too him. 

“Be a dear, and show your friends- the ones who made you feel like nothing, who made you feel worthless, the ones who destroyed you without even realizing they were doing it- your new powers.” 

The figure lowered its lace hood, revealing Lance- lips painted blood red, eye shadow gold, and long dark eyelashes framing gold eyes. Lance looked evil, and predatory, and he was obviously under a spell, but the worst part is when he spoke. The voice was Lance’s own- yet it wasn’t. It was dark. And deep. It held none of the lightness from before, only a bitterness. 

“It would be my pleasure, my prince. After all, why shouldn’t I destroy the team that never cared about me?”

And I know that my poetry usually makes no sense, it’s a thing called love that compels us to keep reading. Would you care to know why my favorite color is red? I used to have a friend named Kevin and it was his favorite color. He was the flamboyant and most colorful of us in the group. Popular with the ladies and loyal to his friends. I was the one in the backseat laughing to their thoughts when I really had none of my own. Maybe that’s why I enjoy writing so much. Maybe that’s why I love the color red. He painted his room red once, I remember things changing right around then. The drugs were getting a little heavier even with his teenage youth, the drugs will rip right through you. Painkillers will kill your emotions, you don’t want to feel a thing. I can relate to Kevin, I fucking love painkillers too. I shut myself off from everyone, but occasionally I enjoy the company. I’m awkward and my thoughts are kinda dim, so I always liked being around him. Are you familiar with the literary term foil? A foil is a character who contrasts with another character in order to highlight particular qualities of the other character. I feel like he was like that for me. I always saw myself as a little too blue, I wanted to be something worth loving, I wanted to be a little more like him, I want to kiss life into everything, I wanted to live, I wanted to be more than a shadow of a group of peers that did drugs and listened to melancholy and nostalgic techno after school hours. I don’t know how he’s doing or what he’s up to. The last thing I heard was he’s into needles now. Rumors plague this tiny town, we were raised from imperfections and we grew up to taste cigarettes that numb our gums. He had the kind of laugh that made you want to be his friend. It’s funny though, none of my friends initially liked me. Until they got to know me, empty and hollow, a sponge– the one who listened to the problems, never really any of my own. I get lost in my thoughts, I know. My poetry is scattered, I know. I don’t convey structure or rhymes, I don’t hide in between the rules. My words are more scribbles than they are truly masterpieces. Would you like to know why I write? I used to know someone that said the shoreline was like a bed and naps were always possible– she waited there everyday for inspiration. She would tell me the tiny stories inside of her head that had nowhere to go, it’s funny. I never really listened to her, I just enjoyed the company of love and to be loved. Love, what is it? When I wrote my first poem for her, I didn’t know where it came from or why I wanted to write it. I just knew that I had to write it. It had to be done. I had to read it to her. Let me tell you, if your first poem was a love poem, it was probably the most cringe thing you’ve ever created. Ever. Period. But still, I loved it. It was bad, but it had feelings. You always miss the feeling more than you do the person and that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever had to realize. It really shouldn’t be, but it is. You never really understand your mistakes until it’s just you. You only want them back when you’re alone. It’s been so long, I don’t keep track of the days anymore. Hell, she’s married now. I shouldn’t be writing this. She’s going to read it anyway. It doesn’t matter at this point. I guess she left poetry inside of these palms for good measure, she loved attention. A lot of it. The more, the better. Maybe I stopped paying attention. Maybe I got too comfortable. Maybe that’s why I love writing poetry, in a way it just means that I still love her. Lost kids who didn’t know how to love, another foil. You know, I never really liked to read books until I met her. She had a smile made from your doggy eared books, you know, your favorite line you always had to reread or quote during a conversation. She had the kind of laugh that made you want to get in on the joke even though you were the one telling it. I loved that laugh almost as much as I loved Kevin’s. I don’t talk to these two anymore, I don’t remember much about the memories, only the feelings that they left. You can’t find loyalty amongst pill users, they always use. Trust me, I know. I’ve been swearing off painkillers for months. You won’t find a love like that again because every relationship is unique in its own way. You can’t recreate the old flames with your new ones. You need to move on. I haven’t really lived life. Maybe you’re just like me. Maybe you’re stuck at a job that you don’t like and maybe life just doesn’t make much sense. So you blackhole more drugs to ease the disaster that is you. Nothing hurts, you just don’t want to remember anything that might hurt– right? It really shouldn’t be, but it is. I listen to music more often than I converse with people. Music influences my soul in a way that people cannot. I just turned 24, but I’m still a little confused about who I am. Does any 24 year old have their shit figured out? Do you ever feel like your dreams and aspirations are slowly dying? I’ve always felt like an old man. I’m boring and I don’t dance too much, the only thing good about me is my writing. It’s the only thing I’m half decent at, but I hate that too. I don’t answer anonymous questions anymore because I feel like my thoughts aren’t good enough. How can I help you if I can’t even help myself? Red rose petal poetry pressed onto the stove kind of writing– it really shouldn’t hurt, but it does. I’ll always miss the days when things were simpler. I didn’t care as much. I didn’t smoke as much. I didn’t think as much. It was just simple. No hard facts, just some stupid kids getting high behind a dark house and running into ghosts in every room. No broken hearts, just some teenagers who wanted to figure love out with a knife in hand waiting to hug each other. I’ll pry the knife real slow and we’ll call it love kind of love, ain’t it love? I love you doesn’t even sound right anymore, so I’ll say nothing. I miss my old friends, but we’ve changed so much– I wonder if they’ll even recognize me. My life is insignificant and minuscule, but we must all seek to find our purpose, to bring meaning to the clutter, and to add more fire to the chaos that is life. I don’t want to die angry, I want to die with a smile. You don’t get to do anything twice, you don’t get to correct your mistakes– so make enough for your self-reflection drunk nights. You don’t get to unlove people, so pick the right ones to fall in love with– don’t worry, you won’t need to remember all of their names, just the feelings. You don’t get to unfriend people, they’ll always be a part of you. A part of who you are. A part of who you will come to be. I keep slipping into the darkest parts of my mind and call it a life. I’ve been reading this book and it told me to dig deep. Why do I write? Why do I enjoy the burn of love? Over a few thousand poems, but 99.9 percent are indeed about love. Why do you want this kind of life? Well, darling– These words are as much yours as they are mine.
—  zero point one
Falling to Pieces


A/N: This wasn’t requested, I just really wanted to write this. I might take it down again, I don’t really know. 

Word count: 1,901

Falling to Pieces

I was laying curled up on the wide, empty bed, still feeling my body trembling. The room was dark and quiet, way too quiet. It was probably somewhere around four in the morning but I wasn’t sure and frankly, I couldn’t care less about it.

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Not according to plan

Ardyn found Sora again one day.  Dark tendrils flitted across his skin and he hissed as he felt something stirring.  

“Well, well. Alone again?”  Ardyn said as he walked forward.  "You really seem to be holding out.  Tell you want, give me the star scourge and you have more time.“  

Adryn reached forward, and Darkness encased Sora.  Adryn frowned slightly.  He wasn’t too late… it wasn’t… wait. What happened?

As Ardyn watched the Darkness formed around Sora.  His hair turned pitch plack and he wore something like a muscley bodysuit with a feathered skirt. Sora turned, and Adryn saw his pupils were yellow.  

“Did you get taken over?” He asked, then scrambled backward as Sora reached out to grab at his throat.

“I am Vanitas.  One of those encased in Sora’s heart.  We have decided that I am the one who is going to talk to you right now.”  Sora, Vanitas, said.  As Ardyn watched, Dark tendrils formed from him and turned into small creatures.  Vanitas made a movement like Sora summoning his keyblade but it was much different then Sora’s.  

“One?” Ardyn asked.  Vanitas grinned a slash smile.

“Yes, Sora has at least four people in there, including me.  And of all of us, I have the least to lose. And I have the Unversed.”  Vanitas strode forward again, the darkness turned into larger figures. With large red eyes and an insignia on their chest.  "So listen to me, before I skewer you and remove your heart.“

“You can’t do that.” Ardyn argued.  Vanitas chuckled.

“I can, and I have. Just ask Ven.  But I know I’m not the one to beat you permanently.  Which is the only reason you are still in that form.”  Vanitas stopped, and the darkness formed into one tall figure, it looked humanoid and carried a hammer and a cage.  "Stop taking the scourge from Sora.“

"You want him to die?” Ardyn laughed.  "You are willing to let him die for what reason?“

"My existence is tied to Ven, not Sora you idiot.  Ven’s in Sora’s heart for now so I am too. I don’t care if he lives or dies.  I care to get off of this planet so I can go choke the life out of Ven’s comatose body.  And maybe kick the crap out of Xehanort.  And I can’t do that if Ven’s heart is imprisoned here.”  Vanitas rested his keyblade over where Ardyn’s heart should be.  Darkness broke from the ground and surrounded him in an egg like shape.  "Leave Sora alone, or I turn you into an unversed. Got it?“

And then Vanitas, and Sora’s body, vanished.  


"Thank you.” A whispy Sora said in his own heart.  Vanitas was retreating and Sora was taking over.  "I-“

"You got this.”  Roxas said.  "You promised me you’d get my body back.  And since when do you give up on promises?“  He gave a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

When Sora came to, he was crying and surrounded by the Flood unversed.  Before he could pull out his keyblade, they looked at him in concern, then vanished. 


Plus Sized - Nick Robinson

“Can you do a Nick imagine where the reader is plus size and she is very insecure about, to the point where she doesn’t even want him to hold her at night”

Whitened knuckles gripped tightly at the sink as I stared at my own tired reflection. My eyes were bloodshot red and face was flushed pink from my previous crying spree, why was I like this?

I let go of the sink, hands going down to pinch the skin on my soft thighs. I glared down at the pair, why can’t they be smaller?

There was no doubt I was insecure about the way I looked, I had seen the models and stick thin women Nick had worked with, their looks being not so similar to my own. Letting go of my thick thighs I forced myself to look in the mirror, the vicious thoughts and opinions already running wild around my brain.

People often told me that I was fine the way I was and that I should be happy with myself. I wanted so hard to believe that was true and finally be able to smile at my own reflection; yet here i was, angrily hating on myself for the extra weight I carried. Plus size, a phrase that was loosely thrown around when the tabloids talked about Nicks Girlfriend, me. Did it really matter?

How could Nick love me when i didn’t even love myself?

Shaking my head I brushed out my creased bed top and switched off the light before exiting the small bathroom. My feet padded softly on the wooden floor of my apartment as I traveled down the hall, heavy thoughts in my head.

My stomachs churned nervously as I reached the door of our bedroom, I felt sick at the thought of another night of Nick trying to be close to me again.

It sounds silly doesn’t it? You don’t want your boyfriend near you? Stupid! Only that wasn’t it. I was afraid, I always had been. I hated when Nick tried to hold Me, how would he react to the feeling of my squishy body as he tried to hold me close? Exactly. I hated being insecure enough to not want my own boyfriend to touch me in fear of him being disgusted. It Sucks.

I opened the door softly, entering the dimly lit room. I immediately spotted the boy in question inside the large bed, chest bare and dark hair messy as he peered at the small screen in his large hands.

I crawled in next to him, careful not to get too close before laying down and pulling the covers up to my chest, facing Nick.

He put down his phone and lay down too, turning the lights off before doing so. He gripped my hand in his own and began to play with my fingers, I pulled them away and laughed nervously before turning over and shutting my eyes. Please just go to sleep.

I felt him move closer, my heart hammering in my chest as he did so, insecurity being at its highest as he laced an arm around my waist and snuggled into me. I should enjoy it, I want to enjoy it! I just- ugh!

I shifted my body away slightly and squeezed my eyes tightly shut praying for this awful feeling to disappear. The lamp on the bedside table switched on and Nick sat up abruptly.

“Y/N” his voice was concerned, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to sleep.

“Y/N please” his hands gripped my shoulders and turned me towards him,his handsome face illuminated by the lamp glow ; eyes glistening with worry.

“Have I done something wrong?” He sounded hurt, the tone breaking my heart in half as he stared at me. I couldn’t let him think it was him.

“It’s nothing Nick honest-” I tried

“Nothing? Every time I come close to you, you move away like I’ve got some kind of disease! What’s going on y/n!?” The volume increased as he used his hands to show the distance between us in the bed.

“It’s stupid honestly, let’s just go to sleep” I didn’t want him to think I was pathetic, he didn’t need to know the dangerous dark thoughts that were trapped in my mind.

“No. You’re going to tell me what’s wrong” he gripped my chin in his long fingers, my bare face now being level with his own as he searched my eyes for any sign of explanation.

“It’s not you” my voice was weak as I started, a large knot forming in my stomach. “I hate being like this, i’m so sorry” my eyes stung with tears but I wouldn’t cry.

“Y/N what are you talking about?” He was now sat in front of me, his long figure slouched but still looking better than ever. I tugged nervously at my own shirt, scared it was clinging to all the wrong places.

“It’s not you okay? I don’t like you touching me because of the way my body is. I don’t want you to be disgusted or put off” I avoided his eyes, wincing as he took in a sharp breath.

“The way your body is? What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He seemed angry, and I was really clueless as to why.

“I’m not as skinny as other girls you dated and I just- I’m plus sized. I don’t like the feel of my body or the way I look okay? I don’t want you feeling all of my chub and rolls and stuff I just-” I was cut off when Nick put his large hand over my mouth. My eyes widened at the action, words no longer flowing out of my mouth.

“Shut up” sorry, what? “I hate hearing you talk about yourself like this. Rolls?Chub? Seriously y/n” he moved his hand and gripped both of mine in his own, I stayed silent once again.

“You have none of those things, and even if you did, it would not matter one bit. I love YOU and your body does not affect my decision on that what so ever. You’re absolutely beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way” a smile tugged at my lips but I still felt a slight nagging in the pit of my belly.

“But-” I was cut off once again.

“And I would NEVER be disgusted by you. It hurts me that you think I would even care about the stupidest thing like weight or the way you feel when I touch you. I love the way you look and how you feel, you give the best cuddles and I want more of them, so stop hating on your beautiful self. Size is not important!” He pinched my pink cheek slightly and gave me a full blown smile. His eyes looked tired but they still shone with happiness as he glanced at me.

I nodded, my chest feeling warm as he smiled down at me. He made me feel more beautiful than anyone had in a while.

“I love you” the words slipped out of my mouth followed by a genuine smile, his own smile widening as I tugged him back into the bed.

This time when his arms encircled me and pulled me into him, I didn’t move away. It felt different and although I still drowned in worry about how he felt about it I ignored the nagging feeling and leant into him. I could finally begin the journey to loving myself with the help of my brilliant boyfriend.


Okay so, I loved this request very much and it hit home for me. I myself am not the skinniest person and I feel as though this imagine included a lot of my own thoughts and feelings about it. I wanted to add a note on this end of this imagine to say that this imagine is not intended to offend or upset anyone.
The views are something I wrote from what I know and I also know that some people do not share the same views about being plus sized or about other sizes of bodies.
I do not at all have anything against those people who are skinny or not plus sized, everyone is different and I know everyone can finds it equally as hard to love themselves or be happy with their body, no matter what they look like.
That leads on to my next point, every one of you is absolutely beautiful, regardless of size. Size is something that does not matter and I wanted to make a point of that. It’s such a hard thing to love your body and be happy in your own skin and I know a lot of people are fighting their own battles with this issue, I’ve been there too. No one in this world is the same and I think it is so important to concentrate and love yourself before you care too much about what other people look like.
You’re a bit heavier than that girl over there? Cool! That girl over there carries a little bit more weight than you? That’s cool too! Everyone is great in their own way and size and Weight does not affect that at all.
Be happy with who you are because you only get to live this life once and do you really want to waste it being unhappy and living up to stupid people’s opinions and expectations?

Lastly, if anyone has any questions or thoughts, my box is ALWAYS open. If you’re ever feeling shitty or needing someone to talk to,I am always here and happy to talk. Or even if you just want to chat and make a friend, I’m down for that too! Love you all v v much, I hope you enjoy this imagine:)

Five Months

Request- Can u do something where the reader has a bad break up with Liam (Hayden stuff) and Theo makes her forget about it (this could be fluff or smut, anything works) :) thanks!
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I screamed throwing my rose gold promise ring at the boy in front of me. Tears streaming down my face, my heart breaking in my chest. I went around his room, picking up my few things I had left there while Hayden hid herself in the covers.
“You are such a piece of shit Liam, and Hayden if you ever come near me, I will rip your throat out.” I yelled at her causing my voice to crack. Liam and I had been dating for over two years now and I walked into his bedroom to find him and Hayden doing what I had been insecure about. Hayden and I have been best friends since she was in 2nd grade and I was in 3rd and here she is, naked in my boyfriend’s bed, speechless.
“(Y/N)…I’m sorry.” Liam said causing me to chuckle and shake my head as I put my bag of my things over my shoulder. He wasn’t sorry that he had sex with her, he was sorry that I saw it, sorry that his cheating affair was over.
“Good to know. Fuck you Liam, I hope she is worth it, one day you will realize what you lost and once you do, I’ll be beyond over you, Have fun with the cheater Hayden. You two are made for each other.” I said walking out of Liam’s room and right out of his house. As soon as my feet hit the sidewalk, I let out a heavy sob and a blood boiling scream. I wish I had listened to Lydia, when she told me he was no good for me. I wish I had listened to the pack when they said in pack relationships can ruin the group dynamic. I began walking in the opposite direction of my house, knowing I would just find a bedroom full of memories and pictures of my boyfriend and I. I didn’t know where I was going but I did know, I didn’t want to be anywhere near Liam or my house where my parents are. I was so deep in my thoughts that once I looked up, I found myself in front of Theo’s house. Theo and I had been becoming friends until Liam told me to stop talking to him because he thought Theo had a thing for me, and by each passing second I remembered how many red flags my relationship had.
“(Y/N)?” I heard someone say causing me to blink some tears away as Theo walked out of his front door with a trash bag in his hand and walking towards me. I knew I couldn’t go to the pack looking and feeling like this. I knew Theo would be the only person who would do what I wanted him to. Theo has a bad streak in him and right now, I needed that streak to be my color.
“I need you to help me.” I said trying my best to hold myself together, not walking to break down in front of the one person who has never seen me cry. IF the pack could see me now, they would think I’m insane.
“Are you okay? You don’t look too good.” He said causing me chuckle and shrug while walking towards his front door, wanting to get this over with.
“I just walked in on Liam and Hayden sleeping together and I need you to take my memories of it. Scott said there is a way to take someone’s memories from them but it’s dangerous. I know if I begged Scott he would still tell me no, but I also know you don’t mind danger so here I am, hoping that you will talk to me after my asshole of an ex-boyfriend told me not to because he thought you liked me.” I said, walking right into Theo’s house and sitting down on his living room couch. Theo looked at me with a concerned look on his face before speaking up.
“Liam was right.” He said causing me to look at him, tears forming in my eyes again. I smiled, looked down and then back up at him with a pained expression.
“I’m sorry I didn’t see it. I was too blind to see Liam for who he really was and I was too blind to see that you felt that way and I’m sorry.” I said causing Theo to shrug before he sat down next to me on the couch.
“You are too good for me anyway; I would just hurt you.” He said leaning back and looking at me with arms crossed. Theo had his guard up which made perfect sense seeing how our last conversation went because of Liam.
“Would you ever cheat on me?” I asked causing him to shake his head back and forth before sighing. He leaned towards me a bit and rested one of his hands on top of mine.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said causing me to smile with watery eyes, earning a chuckle from Theo.
“Just because I wouldn’t cheat on you, doesn’t mean I’m good.” He said causing me to stand up from the couch and begin pacing back and forth.
“I don’t need you to be good. I know who you are Theo. I know what you do, but I would rather know you have a darkness to you upfront than find that darkness in bed with my best friend. I want to move on, I want to be over Liam and that’s why I want you to take my memory of it. Replace it with us breaking up over something stupid, anything other than this. If I can move on from him, I can get to know you more, see what, if there is anything between us. Please, I’m begging you.” I said as Theo sighed, getting up from the couch, waling over to me, kissing my forehead, nodding and pulling me upstairs to his room.
“I’ll do it. Once it’s done, I’m telling your pack and Liam and Hayden, I’m also going to erase this conversation. You won’t know how I feel about you anymore but I’m going to do my best to show you. When you wake up you will only remember walking here after your break up and falling asleep while talking to me about it. Okay?” He said causing me to nod and smile while tears streamed down my face, this time of happy tears.
“This is going to hurt.” He said, his claws coming out.
“It can’t hurt more than I’m already hurting.” I said just before everything went black.
*Theo’s Point-Of-View*
As I took (Y/N)’s memories, I could feel the pain that she felt in that moment, the things she had to see, I don’t understand why he had to do this to her. (Y/N) has never been nothing but nice to me and here I am, trying my best to help her in any way that I can, by reliving her heartbroken moments. As soon as I replaced (Y/N)’s memories with what I told her that I would, I picked her up, grabbing her bag from down stairs and got in my car, placing her in the passenger seat. If I was going to help her, I was going to do all that I can. I care about (Y/N), more than I’ve ever cared about anyone but that means letting her in as well and showing her that I would never hurt her like I hurt others. When we got to her house, I scooped her up once again, grabbed her keys from her bag, taking the whole bag as well and brought her inside. I wanted to take everything that reminded her of Liam. I’m not going to destroy it because I want her to be able to look back at it if she ever wants to, but I know that if she had to do this, it would make her even worse. I was going to have to really try and be who I swore I had hidden away forever. I needed her to see me for all that I am, dark and light included. Telling the pack what I did is going to be hard but just like I have to show (Y/N), I’m going to show them who I am too.
*Your Point-Of-View*
It has been five months since Liam and I broke up. Five months of Theo being my support system, my voice of reason through all of this. Five months of Theo being everything that I never thought he was, understanding, caring, compassionate. I know Theo has a dark heart, but there is light in there too and why he is showing me, confuses the hell out of me but it just makes me like him even more.
“So Stiles tried to hit me again today.” Theo said, causing me to laugh as we walked through Beacon Hills High’s hallways. Theo always visits me on my lunch half an hour and we just walk around the school, talking and joking about things. I just feel like myself with him, I feel like I could tell him anything and he would be okay with it.
“He still thinks I am like brain washing you to hang out with me.” He said causing me to laugh once again before my eyes locked with his, I knew how I feel about Theo but I have no clue how he feels about me, so it’s either I take a shot and it pays off or I take a shot and I get rejected. His eyes were telling me to go for it and they say that the eyes are the window to the soul, so I leaned my lips against his, causing him to let out a sigh, cup my face and kiss me back. My hands went to his chest, feeling nothing but happiness in that moment. Once we broke apart, we both smiled and laughed softly.
“You have no idea how long I was wishing you would do that.” He whispered as the bell rang and the hallway began to fill with students. I grabbed Theo’s hand and laced it with mine and began to walk towards my next class.
“Walk me to class?” I asked which he of course nodded to and kissed my temple, a familiar feeling even though he had never done that before.
“There is no place I’d rather be.” He said making me smile and feel pure joy for the first time in five months.

★*゚‘゚・Beautiful Lies (2016)

lyric starters from Birdy’s 2016 album Beautiful Lies

❝ Just pretend we’re better ❞
❝ The world’s so fast and nothing lasts ❞
❝ Cause I want to be forever ❞
❝ I don’t need to be free ❞
❝ I wish that I had the strength to let go, but I don’t ❞
❝ I see the child in your eyes ❞
❝ I know too well that time will tell ❞
❝ Oh, well, I’ve tried to be open but I’ve found it’s hard when you’re broken ❞
❝ Tell me beautiful lies ❞
❝ Trying to change your mind is like the weather ❞
❝ And when you say my name I’ll be a memory ❞
❝ My mind is a runaway ❞
❝ Are you there? ❞
❝ We’ll change if you want to change ❞
❝ You could lose yourself and search forever ❞
❝ Time to learn from our mistakes ❞
❝ Maybe one day we’ll fit back together ❞
❝ I find it’s too hard to breathe ❞
❝ Only you ever make me scared ❞
❝ Wherever you go, I’m your shadow ❞
❝ Only you ever make me care ❞
❝ Only you ever make me care ❞
❝ All I can do to keep you safe is hold you close ❞
❝ Hold tight; you’re slowly coming back to life ❞
❝ Let go of all your haunted dreams tonight ❞
❝ And I won’t let you down ❞
❝ Everyone keeps a darker place to lose control, you’re not alone ❞
❝ I know your soul ❞
❝ I’ll be your home ❞
❝ Don’t you know your pain is mine? ❞
❝ I would die a thousand times to ease your mind ❞
❝ I don’t want this to break you but I’ve got no one else to talk to ❞
❝ I don’t know if you mean everything to me ❞
❝ I wonder, can I give you what you need? ❞
❝ You’ve gone quiet, you don’t call and nothing’s funny any more ❞
❝ I didn’t choose to depend on you ❞
❝ Maybe it will work out in the end ❞
❝ I’m a dreamer but it’s hard to sleep when your head’s not in it ❞
❝ I’ve been restless ❞
❝ This can’t be love if it hurts so much ❞
❝ I will survive and be the one who’s stronger ❞
❝ I will not beg you to stay ❞
❝ I will move on and you should know I mean it ❞
❝ I remember how we danced so close, I would stand on your feet. And the phone calls that would last all night, they were lifeboats to me ❞
❝ Our human hearts forget how strong they are and they get lost along the way ❞
❝ I will move on and you should know I mean it ❞
❝ Give a little time to me ❞
❝ You never know what you might find ❞
❝ If this is what dreams are made of then I think that I’ve seen enough ❞
❝ I’ve given you all of my love but it’s still not enough ❞
❝ You’re clever with the words you say ❞
❝ It hurts sometimes ❞
❝ You let me down ❞
❝ But you’ll never lose what you’ve never found ❞
❝ There are shadows in my dreams ❞
❝ And you just wait on my defeat ❞
❝ Don’t go holding your breath. You know that I’m not done yet ❞
❝ There’s still a fight in me left ❞
❝ Don’t go shouting out loud that you’re claiming the crown I’m down but not out ❞
❝ And the bittersweet of every new defeat is I’m stronger than before ❞
❝ Cause all that’s lost can be replaced in time ❞
❝ You gave me hope ❞
❝ Won’t you just stay here?  ❞
❝ And if you start to fade I will keep you safe. Like you do ❞
❝ And if you feel feel afraid I will keep your faith. Like you do ❞
❝ Your love was so real ❞
❝ Too late to forget how you made me feel ❞
❝ Tell me what I was supposed to believe ❞
❝ Say it’s all in my head ❞
❝ I remember when you said “I’ll never let you go” ❞
❝ Kiss me, pretend ❞
❝ Tell me all your love lies again ❞
❝ You said I could have been free if I wanted to ❞
❝ I know you could see I was lost in you ❞
❝ And I know you’ll leave but I don’t want you to ❞
❝ Some mistakes are harder to recover from ❞
❝ Every night when the sun goes down and I’m left in this lonely town I hear you calling me ❞
❝ Everytime that I say goodbye every night when I close my eyes I hear you calling me, ❞
❝ Memories lie ❞
❝ There’s no such thing as a perfect life ❞
❝ Oh, my beautiful lover, we were perfect for each other. I was wrong ❞
❝ Are you there wondering if I’m lying awake? Thinking of you ❞
❝ Take me home ❞
❝ All the things you hide for me… I accept them ❞
❝ Keep thinking that you might not come around ❞
❝ You know the things you’ve said to me, do you regret them? ❞
❝ So I can’t just forget you ❞
❝ Keep thinking, is this our last goodbye? You say it first, you say it first to me ❞
❝ Love shouldn’t cost a thing ❞
❝ Heaven knows there’s no way to save us ❞
❝ Heaven knows we’re forever changing ❞
❝ Look at what we have become ❞
❝ Save yourself my darling ❞
❝ Just be gone by morning  ❞
❝ I don’t know where you’ve been. Where you hide ❞
❝ You’re here but I feel nothing in your eyes ❞
❝ Look at what we have become. Empty hearts that spare no one ❞
❝ Everything you once loved like your own blood comes crumbling down ❞
❝ Sometimes the tears we cry are more than any heart can take  ❞
❝ You think there’s no one there ❞
❝ You’ve been trying too hard, trying to start. It takes time, don’t lose yourself ❞
❝ And you’ll find someone who loves you just as much as me ❞
❝ You can confide in me ❞
❝ You don’t have to be afraid of what you think you’re not ❞
❝ It’s so cold, baby it’s dark outside ❞
❝ Through all that you promise I can see none of your dreams ever have time for me ❞
❝ Take me with you ❞
❝ I’ve lost myself like this before ❞
❝ I know you, you’ll never give up on me ❞
❝ Inside my head I’ve been at war ❞
❝ I don’t care anymore ❞
❝ You can lie, all you like. All it’s done is make me fight ❞
❝ I’m starting to heal and find some faith ❞

Truce (Prinxiety)

I wrote this earlier and forgot to post it. I don’t think I edited it, i’m pretty sure I just wrote it and then pretended it didn’t exist because my writing is terrible :D 

Lyrics in this fic are from the Twenty One Pilots song “Truce”

Virgil had been happier than before all of them accepted him, everyone knew this. The darkly dressed boy would never admit it, though. He would also never admit when he wasn’t happy, but he didn’t have to. Someone would find out. And that someone today was the Prince.

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anonymous asked:

Some of my favorite quotes because I can't pick just one: “There is so much / I need to tell you - but I only earned / one life.” - Ocean Vuong “If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.” - Haruki Murakami “Silence carries your name; it glows in the dark over my grey-blue dreams.” - Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West “Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.” - Neil Gaiman

my heart!!! i love ocean vuong sm and i love the rest too thank you for sharing

Shadilver - Lips Of An Angel

Author: randomcitizen12
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: M



   "Wha….?“ A deep, drowsy voice was heard in the dark room, along with the buzzing and the soft and quiet snoring from another person — or rather hedgehog in the room.

  Shadow, the crimson-streaked black hedgehog who had woken up to the sound of a faint, quiet buzzing in his ears, groaned lowly in frustration as he was woken up from a peaceful sleep with his lover, Sonic, who apparently wasn’t bothered by the buzzing at all as he can hear how the other was slightly snoring and saw him drooling on his pillow, despite it being completely pitch black in the room.



   He sat up slowly as to not wake up his sleeping lover, then looked down at his pillow to see a bright light shining from underneath it. Oh… So that’s what the noise was.



  Reaching under his pillow, he grabbed his phone and brought it up to his face, grunting a bit from the bright light but adjusting quickly to it. He raised an eyeridge in confusion as his ruby eyes locked onto a number. Someone was calling him.

   ”Why would someone call me in the middle of the night?“ The ebony hedgehog mentally asked himself as he stared at the number. It was a number he hasn’t seen before, but, something was telling to answer. And normally, if there was a number he didn’t know, he’d just ignore it or drop the call… However… Tonight, he decided to trust his instincts.

   Slowly, he scooted himself to the edge of the bed as he answered the call. I mean, what could go wrong? It was either some person who got the wrong number or maybe some prankster who thinks it’s a good idea to call someone at this ungodly hour.

  Whoever it was, he couldn’t wait to get it over with so he could go back and join his precious blue hedgehog in sweet slumber.

   "Hello…?” He spoke softly, making sure not to wake up Sonic.
       "Um.. Is… Is t-this Shadow?“

♫~Honey why you calling me so late?
It’s kinda hard to talk right now~

  “Silver?” Shadow spoke quietly but in a shocked tone, now more awake than before from hearing the ivory hedgehog’s voice.

  “Oh, h-hey Shadow.” Silver spoke from the other end, who also spoke quietly. “It’s um… Good to see you still have the same phone number.”

    To say that Shadow was surprised is a complete understatement.

    He is practically speechless to hear the ivory hedgehog’s voice after so many years of silence, especially at this hour.

   "I find it impractical to change my number. Besides, it’s what everyone has" Shadow finally answered, drawing a breath as he whispers “So, how are you?” Honestly, he had no idea what to talk to Silver about, and the latter seems to sense this.

♫~Honey why are you crying, is everything okay?
I gotta whisper cause I can’t be too loud~

   There was a moment of silence on both lines, both hesitating to speak for a moment, the silence awkward for the both of them.

   "I just want to apologize. For everything" the ivory male began, his quiet voice quivering.
       "Silver, are you okay? Are… are you crying?“ Shadow was concerned; if Silver was crying and suddenly calling him in the middle of the night… it must be something big.
       "Silver, you can talk to me, it’s okay”

 He heard the other drew a breath on the other line, and spoke softly once again.

♫~Well, my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you~

   "I’m alright. Really I am" Silver continued “I really just want to apologize. F-for suddenly disappearing on you, and not contacting you for years. I guess I couldn’t bear to face you for my own stupidity”

   The ebony hedgehog only hummed, keeping his voice as quiet as he could as to not wake his partner peacefully sleeping beside him, a space Silver used to occupy before.

    Just what exactly happened between them? The ebony male couldn’t recall how he and Silver just… fell out of place.

♫~I guess we never really moved on~

   On Silver’s end, his partner shifted in his sleep. The ivory male tensed suddenly, gasping, fearing he had woken Mephiles up. He stayed quiet, careful not to make a single noise, before calming himself down. Mephiles didn’t wake up. Good.

    “Silver, are you still there?” Came Shadow’s worried whisper. He realized he must’ve went suddenly quiet for a while. Biting his lips, he replied in a more hushed tone, now being much more careful.

    “Yeah, I’m still here. Mephiles suddenly moved, and I thought I woke him up. Sorry for going quiet all of a sudden” Silver explained, his heart still pounding from the fright he just had.

   "It’s alright. I’m trying to keep as quiet as possible too; wouldn’t wake to wake Sonic up"
       "But really, sorry about that"

   A small smile formed on Shadow’s tan muzzle as he slowly shook his head.

♫~It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet~

   "You know Silver" The dark hedgehog began “This reminds me of when we used to stay up late and talk back then”
       "It does?“
       "Yeah; you and I talked a lot about ourselves, and share our problems with one another”

    Shadow heard a small chuckle on the other side “Yeah, you always had helpful advice and you listen attentively” Silver answered with a quiet sigh, and a smile on his own lips. “I on the other hand didn’t have any helpful advice”

    Then Shadow continued “Remember that time when we found that butterfly with broken wings?”
       "I remember that one; we nursed it back to health even though you said it was impossible"
       "You were persistent, and I couldn’t say no; you wouldn’t accept a no to someone or something that needs help"
       "But we managed to fix the wing didn’t we Shadow?“
       "Mm hm; you had such a wide smile when the butterfly started flying”

    Chaos above, Shadow hadn’t realized how much he missed hearing the ivory male’s voice saying his name until this moment. He couldn’t help but smile.

♫~Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak~

   "And when I made you breakfast, you always liked your coffee with only two tablespoons of sugar and creamer" Silver continued on.
       "And you prefer having hot chocolate over coffee"
       "Remember when we were watching that chick flick cause there was nothing else good on tv? You nearly knocked yourself out at how laughably cringy it was"

    This time Shadow’s grin widened “Who wouldn’t laugh at that line? ‘You… complete me’ it was over the top in my opinion”

    And he heard more light, soft chuckling on Silver’s line. Hearing the snow-furred hedgehog speak after so long was making the dark hedgehog happier.

♫~And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel~

   They continued to talk about the memories, with Shadow recalling all the happy moments he had spent with Silver, recalling how happy they both where when they were living together. Everything was simply perfect, like straight out of a fairy-tale perfect.

   The two males traveled further down memory lane, both are now very much awake but still kept their voices low as not to wake their respective partners.

    “There was also that one time in the beach, it was a small summer blowout, but everyone was happy and enjoying themselves” There was a melancholic tone in Silver’s voice as he spoke “Everyone had fallen asleep, but, because of my stupid thoughts and self-doubt and insecurities, it was keeping me awake and couldn’t sleep at all… remember that?”

   This time it was Shadow with a sad smile “Yeah, I remember that clearly. You were crying a lot that time”

       "And you stayed by my side even though you clearly needed to sleep and get up early for work the next day"
           "I was rubbing your back to calm you down…“
           "And I got your shoulders wet cause of the tears falling from my face”

   There was a short pause “I thumbed away tears from your face and stared into your eyes. You were simply mesmerizing underneath the moonlight”
       "Then…“ pink dusted the pale hedgehog’s face as he continued "You kissed me passionately, and held me tightly, promising me the world.”
       "Then you were finally able to sleep peacefully"

   A longer pause was held between the calls “Y-yeah.. I was, wasn’t I? It was all thanks to you. You were always there when I needed you the most”

   Listening to their conversation, Shadow couldn’t help but think to himself ’What went wrong? When did it go wrong? How did it come to this? Why did he leave? What did I do to him? Did I lack in anything? Was there something I had done to make him leave? Did I unconsciously push away? Was I at fault?’

He could feel the tears building up.

♫~It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight
And, yes, I’ve dreamt of you too~

The dark hedgehog took a deep breath, willing the tears away. He could feel a warmth enveloping his heart, the more he spoke to the ivory hedgehog, the longer he listened to his soft voice.

Chaos, he missed it, missed him so much…


Shadow’s voice quivered as he spoke “It’s funny that you decided to call me on this particular night” he tried to lighten the mood and hide from Silver the fact that his heart was breaking and swelling at the same time.

   "Is it really?“

       "It’s… It’s just been 5 years since you’ve made any contact with me, or any of us”

       "… sorry"

       "It’s alright. I dreamt of you recently actually"

       "Y-you have?“


   There was a short silence on Silver’s end.

   "What.. did you dream about?“

       "You leaving me”

       "…. oh…“

       "You must’ve had your reasons why you left”


   The ebony male bit his lip. What he said must’ve upset the other even further. Commanding his voice to calm down, he decided that it’s important to cheer Silver up, given how the younger male went out of his way to call him. The silence that hovered between them was thick and enough to choke air out of a man. The last thing he wants to do now was upset his former lover.

  But what the ivory hedgehog said next was the last thing Shadow had expected to hear from him.

   "By the way, how’s life with Sonic? Looking back, it’s sort of funny how you and him are together because you really didn’t like him; Don’t get the wrong idea tho! I’m really happy you two are happy with one another, honestly!” Silver quietly explained, wishing that Shadow doesn’t think otherwise.

   After all, it was him that left, it was him that ruined their happy relationship by leaving. He didn’t have the right to get mad or jealous of who is now taking his place beside Shadow’s bed.

   Shadow took a breath before answering “He made my life better, and he’s been there for me since” he replied. However, his thoughts were slowly becoming a mess as his more honest feelings were coming out.


'He helped me when I was at my darkest moment in my life after you left. He was there when I was was lost, guiding me back into reality. He found me, and never left. He stayed by my side after you left me alone, hurt, heartbroken, confused, lost, angry, betrayed. He made me feel what it’s like to love someone after spending so long in desperation and desolation. You ruined me, but he brought me together again’

   The dark male could feel his blood boiling as he remembered the pain he endured when Silver left him without a word.

♫~And does he know you’re talking to me
Will it start a fight?
No I don’t think she has a clue~

   "Shadow? Shadow? Did you fall asleep?“ The younger hedgehog spoke, bringing Shadow out of his thoughts. It was only now that he realized how tightly he was grabbing the sheets beneath him. Clearing his throat, Shadow did his best to calm his raging emotions. He had gotten over that; he’s supposed to have gotten over that.

   "I’m awake; I saw Sonic move” A lie “Anyway; How are you and.. Mephiles? Does he know you’re calling me? He might get mad”

   This made Silver look over his shoulder and see his sleeping lover oh so lovingly spooning him. Smiling softly, he put his hand over the other’s and intertwined their fingers.

   "He won’t. He was actually the one who insisted that I’d call you"

♫~Well, my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you~

    ’He did what?’

Crimson eyes widened, and the only words he could think of was “Why?”

   Shadow heard Silver take a deep breath “He said I needed it. For closure” A sigh escape from the other’s lips “I guess I really do need the closure; it’s been so long, and I want to tell you everything, but it’ll take me forever to explain. B-But I want to say that, after disappearing for five years, I hope you can still find it in your heart to forgive me”

♫~I guess we never really moved on~


The younger male then squeezed his lover’s hand in his, his thumb gently caressing the engagement rings.

   "I had to find myself, Shadow, find myself for who I am and what I can do. And while I was searching… I found him. And he helped me find myself Shadow. I never left you out of hate; I left because I thought it would be for the best"

   When Silver didn’t hear a reply from Shadow, he continued.

   "I found it funny tho; I never thought that I’d fall in love with someone who looked like you. I guess, in a way, I’m never over you" He let out a bitter chuckle.

♫~It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet~


   "I missed you a lot Shadow; I really do.“ The ivory hedgehog added "I missed talking to you, I missed hearing your voice, so much. Looking back, sometimes I imagine how our lives would be if I… if I hadn’t been stupid. We were happy.”

'We WERE happy’

Shadow mentally repeated, ruby eyes wandering to the sleeping form of his partner. Then, his eyes ventured to the necklace dangling from Sonic’s neck, the main piece being the ring he bought. His heart broke into two.

'That ring was supposed to be for Silver as a surprise; it was a ring he always looked at whenever we passed by the jewelry store, so I began working extra hours to earn enough money for it. I wanted to surprise him, I got promoted as well. The day I finally bought it to propose to him, I come home only to find that Silver was gone.’

The dark hedgehog felt a lone tear down his cheek

'Now, Sonic wears it around his neck; a promise that he’ll never leave my side’

♫~Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak~


Blinking away the tear, Shadow finally replied “If you’re wondering, yes I forgive you. Maybe it was for the best that this happened.” he said “I’m not saying that I’m glad you left; maybe that incident can be a lesson for the both of us”

   He heard Silver hum “Y-yeah… maybe it is. And thank you Shadow. For forgiving me. Honestly, I was expecting you’d drop the call the moment you found out it was me” he younger one admitted.

♫~And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel~


A part of his heart was still yearning for Silver, wanting to hold his precious ivory snowflake in his arms, to have him sleep by his side and to wake up to his bright smile. Another part however, is completely filled with his love for Sonic, and the wish to never hurt the azure hedgehog, just like how Silver hurt him. Then, a thought came to mind.

   "May I ask actually" Shadow began “Why did you call me suddenly? And closure for what?”

   Silver hesitated.

♫~It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet~

   Silver glanced at his lover once more, as if he trying to gather the courage to tell Shadow. He squeezed Mephiles’ hand tighter

   "I called because… Mephiles and I are getting married in a few weeks.“

♫~Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak~


Hearing those words, Shadow felt his knees go weak.

They were engaged? Getting married?? All these years of silence and he calls to tell him he was getting married to someone else??


The crimson-streaked male felt a lump form in his throat, his mind blank. How would anyone react to that?? Your former lover leaves you behind for whatever reason, have not contacted for five years, suddenly calls one night only to say they’re getting married!

   Shadow felt his heart break even more at the thought of Silver getting married to someone else; his precious ivory whom he’s made so many promises and dreams with. Then, he felt another part of his heart form, saying that Silver belongs to him and no one else.

   As if sensing his distress, Silver gratefully spoke "It’s a shock, I know, I honestly… I couldn’t… Mephiles said that I really needed to talk to you for closure.” His voice began to quiver again “These past few weeks after he proposed, I couldn’t sleep well; the guilt was beginning to eat me alive. I remember all the promises we’ve made, and m-my thoughts were getting the best of me again after fighting against them so hard in the p-past years and…” He had to stop; the tears were threatening to come out and he was sure that if he continued to speak, he would end up sobbing again.

   He loves Mephiles with all his heart, no doubt there. He wouldn’t trade Mephiles for the world, since he helped him grow stronger. Shadow may have held his heart, but Mephiles was the one who fixed it.

♫~And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel~


And what Shadow said next made Silver tear up even more, and break his heart.

   "Shhh, calm down Silver, please. I don’t ever want to hear you upset.“ Oh Chaos even now Shadow was the one calming him down, even now he’s still the stronger of one of them, and even now, his concern for his well-being is heartfelt, just like old times.

   That was one of the things that Mephiles lacks; yes, he comforts him but for Silver, sometimes it was never enough. He missed the way Shadow was overly concerned for him. His fiance is not as romantically expressive as his previous lover, and in a way that was good, because he realized that he had become dependent to constant praising and assurance.

   Still, it didn’t mean that he longs for it from time to time.

   "No more tears, okay Snowflake?” The dark hedgehog whispered softly, using the pet name he gave the other all those years ago. And funny; he could almost see Silver in front of him, and, out of habit, reached out a hand to try and wipe the tears on the ivory male’s face, only to stop and realize that Silver wasn’t actually there.

   Shadow heard Silver take deep breaths, calming himself down.

♫~And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful~

    “I’m still as useless as ever after all this years” Silver joked, his voice still quivering but he has a better hold of himself now. “Thanks Shadow” He let out a breath “B-but yeah.. I really needed to get the weight off of my chest. Mephy was right; I really needed closure. I just wish I’d done it sooner than well… now. I called at a terrible time”
       "It’s alright" Shadow had to tell himself over and over that it didn’t hurt him one bit when he heard the nickname Silver gave his current lover.

   And he’s gonna regret asking this, but he was curious “What ring did he give you?”

   Now it was Silver’s turn to be confused, but he answered nonetheless “He bought me the ring I’ve always wanted; I don’t know how he knew that I really like the silver one with the turquoise finish since I never said anything. He just said that it suits me and complements my eyes”

   'So it’s the exact ring I bought for you…’

He knew he was gonna regret it. Oh how his heart was breaking even further, and he was starting to become possessive of the ivory hedgehog once more but he stopped himself. No, he shouldn’t be selfish; Silver deserves to be happy, even if it meant that he was no longer the reason the other was happy. Even if he was no longer the one making him happy. What they had in the past was part of the past; Silver has Mephiles, and he has Sonic. That is the present. That is the reality they are facing with right now.

   He has to truly and finally let go.

   "I remember you always looked at it when we passed by the jewelry shop. And your fiance is right; it does suit you. I’m happy you found someone who’ll make you happy for the rest of your life Silver, and who you’ll make happy" Shadow managed to smile softly. He meant what he said, every word.

♫~With the lips of an angel~


Ruby eyes darted to the digital clock by the bedside table, surprising him.

It’s already 3:20 in the morning?


“Oh wow” He uttered


       "It’s past 3 am in the morning”

       "Really? Wow.. We’ve been talking for over three hours"

       "It would seem so"

   They both shared a moment of silence.

   "I’m sorry for keeping you up this late" The ivory male was the first to break the silence.

       "It’s fine; it was good hearing from you again"

       "And it’s good talking to you again. I feel like something heavy finally lifted from my chest. Thanks for listening to me Shadow"

   Shadow felt his heart grow warm, and hummed as a reply.

   "Oh and Shadow?“ Silver suddenly added.


   Silver cuddled closer to Mephiles, who’s embrace tightened around his waist “You and Sonic are welcome to the wedding. I’ll send you an invitation, if you want to go, that is. I’m planning on sending everyone invitations actually” he yawned. He hadn’t realized just how tired he was.

   "Of course we’d go. Although, you better prepare yourself for the barrage of questions they’re gonna ask" The ebony male chuckled softly in the end


“Y-yeah. I’m still actually mentally and emotionally preparing myself for that, if they ever want to attend at least”

      “Trust me. They would all attend. They miss you a lot, and are very worried about you”

   This time Shadow had decided to finally lay down beside Sonic, his free arm wrapping around his lover’s torso and his head sinking into the pillows.

   "Does this mean that you’ll contact us more often now Silver?“

       ”… yeah actually. I’d love to hang out with everybody again, just like old times.“

       "Silver, I just need to ask you; are you truly happy with Mephiles? You don’t have any regrets?” Shadow suddenly added. He wanted to make sure that Silver really was happy with his decision

   "Yes Shadow; I am truly happy and I am truly in love with Mephiles. What about you?“ Silver returned the question. And Shadow immediately answered.

       "I am very happy with my life with Sonic, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world.”

   Another yawn, although it was uncertain whose line it came from. Both were tired but both didn’t want the call to end, but they knew they had to end it, no matter how bittersweet they both felt. They had their own lives to live now, after all.

   "Well, thanks again Shadow. For everything. See you at the wedding?“

   Shadow nodded on his end "We’ll see you on your wedding day. Goodnight Silver”

       "Goodnight Shadow"

   And Silver was the first to drop the call.

  The ebony hedgehog sighed, placing the phone back beneath his pillow. He held Sonic close, taking in his scent. His heart was filled with so many emotions right now, and he had to sort them out once he wakes up from his sleep. Shadow buried his face in Sonic’s soft quills. Eyes closing, he finally joined his lover in slumber.

♫~Honey why you calling me so late?~

Are you frightened too?” asked Fezzik in the darkness.
“Not … remotely,” Inigo said with great care. “And before, I meant to say ‘easy’; I don’t know how the ’s-s-s-s-’ got in there. Look: we can’t go back and we certainly don’t want to stay here, so we just must keep on going as we were before these little things happened. Down. Down is our direction, Fezzik, but I can tell you’re a bit edgy about all this, so, out of the goodness of my heart, I will let you walk down not behind me, and not in front of me, but right next to me, on the same step, stride for stride, and you put an arm around my shoulder, because that will probably make you feel better, and I, so as not to make you feel foolish, will put an arm around your shoulder, and thus, safe, protected, together, we will descend.”
“Will you draw your sword with your free hand?”
“I already have. Will you make a fist with yours?”
“It’s clenched.”
“Then let’s look on the bright side: we’re having an adventure, Fezzik, and most people live and die without being as lucky as we are.
—  The Princess Bride, William Goldman
A Place to Stay - Tommy Shelby

From this prompt list:

6) “I need a place to stay”

- warning for mentions of violence-


I run as fast as I can, not entirely sure where I’m going but my feet seem to be deciding for me and before I know it I’m pounding on Tommy’s door. I don’t know what time it is exactly, but it’s dark and most of the houses have no lights on. There’s a stillness in the air which tells me it’s a while before dawn at least.

I still have the gun tucked in my waistband, the metal seeming to burn against my skin until it gets unbearable and I tug it free.

I seem to have been banging on the door for an eternity before it flies open and a bleary eyed Tommy greets me on the other side.

“What’s go-” I thrust the gun into his hands before he can finish, unable to hold it anymore, and push past him into the house.

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HIS FREKIN DIMPLE IS SHOWING, LOOK AT THIS SOFT, FLUFFY, SEXY, MOSTLY FLUFFY, HANDSOME, GORGEOUS, BRIGHT, MAN. Even his thumb is attractive wtf? His smile, the haircut, this is my husband right here. Aside from Yoonseok I ship me and him idk how Nadia and Hoseok/Hobi combine but like that combination is my top ship. His hair?? Lookin soft affff??? This picture has so much soft but I stare for too long and I get lost in his gorgeous dark orbs- okay I’ve gone too far. Kill me. I love Hoseok’s eyes, they always stand out to me, nobody else’s, just his. I find them so attractive like holy shiteu. I love him so much with every fiber in my body. He makes me feel things. Um, beautiful chest, abs, physique, his personality is beautiful as well, he’s caring, sweet, Happy, but still has emotions that I’d love to hear. He is human and is not always Happy and that breaks my heart, it shatters it, it destroys my heart so much that he is happy with us but behind the scenes he is someone Else. Whoever gets to date this man needs to keep him Happy, and give him everything I want to give him now which is care, love, support, kindness, everything I can offer, I know for a fact that I’ll never be that person, I can admit that I know I will never meet him, I’ll never be with him, I am too young, I am not his type, he wouldn’t even consider me and it’s a horrible thing to realize but It’s something I need so I don’t get obsessed with him. My god I just read what I typed and damn. I’m such a sad soul sorry. ~ Edit: I was supposed to make a little imagine sooo 😂 — I imagine having to be a super supportive gf because of how sensitive Hobi is.. That’s one of the qualities I love about him like- let’s be sensitive together. 😂 He deserves a strong, good woman who will support him through thick and thin, be with him for whatever he needs when she can. I can only imagine just having him lay on your chest, thighs, stomach and you caressing his hair. Skinship would be some of the fluffiest type of skinship. Hoseok gives off a shitload of cuddle vibes.

But Gryffindor Head Boy Calum always being the center of attention and everyone’s favorite person in the castle, except for the moody Slytherin girl that he can’t seem to get out of his head no matter how hard he tries, even though she thinks he has an awfully big head but she can’t help but blush at the thought of him.

He’s always using his title to excuse his nightly excursions to an empty sixth floor corridor where he meets up with his secret lover and they share quiet, murmured conversations about their day in between gentle kisses and warm embraces.

And his little secret stays just that until the male side of the Quidditch team eagerly asks who left the dark purple hickeys all over his chest and throat when he steps out from the showers with only a towel around his waist.

But Calum is too caught up in the ancient rivalry between houses to admit that it was a certain little Slytherin who left them during a particularly steamy night in the Prefect’s bathtub.

So he just smirks and gives them a noncommittal ‘wouldn’t you like to know’ before getting his team refocused on the practice they were in the middle of.

But that night he goes to corridor and it’s surprisingly empty, him unaware of the fact that rumors of his secret love affair were blossoming around the castle and his green and silver clad girl was unexpectedly upset to find out that he didn’t confess to their activities.

So the next day he corners her in the empty hall, his hurt voice demanding to know why she skipped on their nightly rendezvous, claiming that it was his favorite part of the day when he could see and just feel her.

“I just thought you’d be too embarrassed to hang with a Slytherin, even in private you know, since you couldn’t even say my name in practice the other day.” She’d spit, her voice holding its usual malice and fire, but he knows her well enough to notice the hurt swimming behind her dark irises.

Cal would stutter, not expecting his usually cold hearted lover to care so much that he denied their relationship, and he just couldn’t find the way to explain that he wasn’t embarrassed of her but that he was just wary of her house and the gossip that would spread if people found out.

He would watch with helpless eyes as she scoffed and brushed past him, carrying on to Charms even though she was already late, leaving the Gryffindor that she sort of considered her boyfriend until last night when she heard of him being too embarrassed of her house to tell people of their relationship.

So Calum would spend the rest of the day moping, not even going out to the Quidditch pitch on their free period for a friendly game against the Hufflepuff team.

And he would have made up his mind that night in the Great Hall, standing up while everyone was in the middle of dinner and letting their curious stares fuel him to walk to the Slytherin table, his walk confident as he sees his love stand up quickly and try to avoid him, not knowing what he was planning behind his twinkling eyes.

But Calum would catch her easily, his wide hands cupping her cheeks and pulling her face up to his, encasing her lips that were slightly parted in shock with his puffy ones that missed hers so dearly.

And they would kiss for a brief second before he pulled away with a smirk, glancing around at the gaping students all around the Great Hall before placing one last kiss on his girl’s forehead and then walking back to his silent table, sitting back down as though nothing happened.

And ever since that moment, Calum could always be found wherever his little Slytherin was, his arm wrapped around her tightly while he gave anyone who gave them a second glance a withering glare because no one messes with his girl, not even his own housemates.

So it only takes a few days for the whole castle to warm up to the idea of their favorite Gryffindor and a nobody Slytherin being happily together, no longer staring in curiosity and amazement but welcoming her into the warm common room, not once commenting on her different house or status because they can see the love that is present in every glance between the oddly matched pair.


Ravenclaw Luke not only acing all of his classes proudly but also being the best Beater that the school has ever seen, save for the Weasley twins quite a few years back.

He would skip out on a few study sessions with his housemates so he could prepare for the big game against Gryffindor, their team being nearly unstoppable on account of a certain skilled Seeker that always seemed to leave Luke in a daze whenever he sees her.

He can’t count the number of robes that he’s ruined in Potions by spilling vials of his ingredients on them because she happened to catch his eye and give him a polite smile that left his brain turned to mush.

And so finally the big game comes up, Luke feeling confident that he’s grown accustomed to the Gryffindor’s beauty, not doubting his abilities as a Beater for even a second.

So there he is, long legs gripping his broomstick as he uses his defined muscles to knock the zooming balls away from his team, watching as Ravenclaw’s Seeker trails Gryffindor’s as they chase the Snitch.

And as a Bludger whizzes by, he swings his club, effectively knocking it away but he doesn’t congratulate himself as he sees the ball he just hit speeding on its new course, right for his small, petite crush that just so happened to be inches from the Snitch.

He swallows down bile as he sees the ball plow into her side, knocking her off of the broom and leaving her falling unconscious through the air as the crowd erupts in screams as Ravenclaw catches the Snitch, winning the game.

But Luke couldn’t care less because he had just injured the girl that he’d been crushing on for ages, and he could only focus on catching her before she hit the ground, breaking even more bones.

The crowd watches in relief as Luke manages to grip her wrist before she lands, stopping her from slamming against the ground as he gently landed, pulling her limp form into his arms and facing the Headmaster in a panic, listening carefully as the wise wizard instructs him to accompany her to the Hospital Wing.

And Madame Pomfrey can fix her broken ribs in a half of a second, but can do nothing to pull the girl into consciousness, eventually having to escort the rowdy Gryffindor team and single Ravenclaw out because Luke nearly hexes their Beaters for not watching out for her properly.

But when Luke comes back later that night, eyes pooling with guilt and fear, Pomfrey understands what he’s feeling and lets him in to see the girl that had just woken from her deep sleep.

He immediately spews out apologies, but her finger presses to his lips, silencing him before she says, “That’s how the game works, Lukey. I’m not angry with you.”

And he gapes at her forgiving nature and kind smile before not being able to help himself and capturing her lips with his, only to pull away seconds later, apologizing once more to the little Gryffindor.

She simply laughs before pulling him back down for another passionate kiss, Madame Pomfrey interrupting them moments later to shoo him out, seeing that they’ve made amends.

And just before the door closes, he manages to call out to her, asking her out on a date to Hogsmeade the following weekend, his cheeks ablaze as she giggles out a yes.

And he lies in bed that night, lips still tingling from the long awaited kiss and mind racing at the thoughts of their cozy date that was coming up, staying up all night planning everything out, not caring that he’d probably fall asleep in Transfiguration the following morning.


Hufflepuff Head Boy Ashton and his girlfriend who just happens to be Head Girl being Hogwarts’s it-couple, countless people cooing at the rare sight of them holding hands in the hallway.

They were so platonic in front of the school, their quiet nature not allowing them to be very comfortable with countless eyes watching them in envy of their perfect relationship.

But one day sweet little Ashton wouldn’t be so sweet when a seventh year Slytherin corners his defenseless girlfriend in an empty corridor, leaving her robes a mess and an unwanted hickey on her throat.

It would take only the Headmaster to cool him down, assuring him that the boy would receive detention everyday until he graduated, and calmly asking for the counter-curse to the little known spell that Ashton had shot at the boy, leaving him with spiders and maggots crawling in his mouth no matter how many times he’d spit them out.

Ashton would only give it to him because his tired girl would ask him to, just wanting to get the whole situation over with so that they could go back to his comfy bed and cuddle the rest of the night, making her forget about the Slytherin’s grabby hands and unforgiving mouth.

They would lie in his bed that night, her small, still-trembling frame being held closely to his much larger one as he whispered apologies to her, feeling like Hippogriff dung for not being there for her when she needed him most.

And she would assure him thousands of times that it wasn’t his fault before effectively shutting him up by meeting his mouth with hers, silently begging for him to realize that it was all going to be okay.

But the next morning when the whole school realized what had been done, they immediately blacklisted the boy, no one speaking to him other than the few Slytherins that were his closest friends before the incident.

His parents eventually send him to Durmstrang to finish his final year of schooling because the isolation gets to him, making him not want to return to school after Christmas break, the whole school celebrating at the removal of the boy that hurt their favorite female Hufflepuff.

And Ashton never leaves her alone in the corridors after that, always making sure she’s protected and watched out for, trusting a few students from other houses to keep an eye on her when he can’t, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if she’s ever hurt again.


Slytherin bad boy Michael making the whole school swoon at his tattoos and Muggle piercing in his brow, his devil-may-care attitude leaving countless girls at his feet, only later to end up a trail of broken hearts.

He doesn’t attend class half the time, but still manages to pass on account of the headstrong Ravenclaw that McGonagall assigned to tutor him ages ago.

They meet in the library every other night, going over bits of information from every class that they share, Michael ignoring her at first but eventually paying attention after she promised she’d show him her Muggle trinkets that her father would send her if he listened.

So he finally starts doing his homework and his grades slowly start to improve until one night McGonagall tells him that he no longer needs a tutor, and as they begrudgingly part from her office, Michael calls out to his new friend, asking to take her up on that deal with the “Muggle junk”.

He would watch in awe as she showed him her small pocket flashlight that illuminated that dark common room with no incantation, but best of all was the pen that didn’t need to be dipped in a pot of ink every few seconds.

Michael would leave the Ravenclaw common room that night with an ink pen, a small letter opener, and a Muggle pocket watch in his robes, the gifts leaving him with an odd sense of interest for the non magic folk.

And he wouldn’t speak to his proud Ravenclaw for a few days until one day he hears her in a heated argument with one of his own housemates, only stepping in to curse him when he hears the boy mutter the word “Mudblood” under his breath, the insult shaking Michael to the bone.

Even after the most recent wizarding war, there were still faint mentions of the prejudices over blood status in Michael’s house, but he found it ridiculously pathetic, so he told himself that that’s why he hexed the offending boy, not because it was his favorite Ravenclaw who was hurt.

And of course she would try to appear unaffected, but Michael could see the hurt in her eyes as she replayed his words in her mind, only grinning once her ex-tutee tells her that she’s a trillion times more intelligent than that “filthy git”, assuring her that his words were nothing to get worked up over.

And once she wrapped him in a hug, thanking him for having her back, Michael awkwardly asked if she’d like to go on a walk around the grounds later that night, before hurriedly explaining that it was purely so she could show him more Muggle gadgets, but her little smirk let him know that she understood exactly what he was asking her out for.

So their small walk turns into countless others, before one night they find their hands tangled together, and slowly they discover that they feel much more than friendship for the other, until finally the spitfire genius leaves Michael a stuttering mess outside of the Great Hall one morning, her lips leaving a faint taste of vanilla on his.

And no one knew how it happened, suddenly one day the Slytherin and Ravenclaw were just inseparable, always having some form of contact with the other, their most common form being Michael’s arm being tossed over his girl’s shoulders as they strutted down the hall, him listening earnestly as she carried on about a new fact she’d learned, Michael smirking slightly at his passionate girlfriend that he’d grown to love so wholeheartedly.

All That Glitters- 7

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Summary: When the last person you ever wanted to see again comes strutting back into your life, you swear you’ll keep your distance. It becomes much harder to do when you start to remember why you loved him in the first place.

Word Count: ~2100

Warnings: Soooo many bad language words.

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Masterlist   Part 6

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

The next two days felt like an eternity. The hours stretched on and your phone didn’t stop ringing. First it was Lance, who left you one voicemail, one text message, and then nothing. Then came the onslaught from Hope, who said Lance had called her too. She left you a vast number of voicemails and texts. At first they were angry, pissed that you’d slept with him again. But then when you still didn’t answer, she became concerned, and when you finally picked up the phone and told her that you didn’t wanna talk about it, that you just wanted to forget it had happened at all, she obliged and dropped the subject.

Weeks went by. You hadn’t heard from Lance, and you hadn’t brought up the subject with Hope. Amber had apologized the last time you saw her for what almost happened, but then Hope told her to shut the hell up and to never talk about him again. After nearly three weeks had gone by, you’d mostly forgotten about him. You resumed your normal life, working at the gym six days a week. You did the paperwork, mostly, and it helped distract you. Your free time was spent with the girls or binging Netflix shows. The weather had warmed up, and when June bled into July, Hope called you early on a Tuesday morning to ask you shopping, deciding you both needed new swimsuits.

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blank space (death note parody)

Nice to meet you God of death
Shinigami appear before me
Wanna cleanses this world of sin
Hands me a book and I think
Oh my god, what is this page?
I’ll make this earth a better place
I’ll bring forth judgement day

How’s it going? Name is Light
And it’s my job now to mass delete
Almost funny how they all die
No idea it’s because of me
So hey, I’ll bring an end
Then like a god I will ascend
I take this pen within my hand
I can make the bad guys die over week’s end

Make you burn in hell forever
I just gotta know your real name
Heart attack then it’s over
Find a way to pass off the blame
Got a plan to forget this happened
They’ll just think I’m insane
All of you are just my pieces
And I run the game

Boy that Kira’s getting reckless
He’s going way too far
We’re gonna bring him to justice
No, I don’t care how hard
Got a plan to forget this happened
They’ll just think I’m insane
But I’ve got a blank page baby
I just need your name

Eating way too many sweets
Who’s this new guy? No, I can’t tell
Keeping anonymity
Says that we can just call him L
Find out what he needs
I get the feeling he can see
The man we’re after is really me

Oh no
Scheming lying, pages torn,
I’ll fill your plans up with twists and turns
Make you wish you’re never born
I swear I’ll make you burn
And I’ll take this potato chip
Take some lives and I’ll eat it
I’ll learn that name and win this fight
Cause it will be a dark world without light

Make you burn in hell forever
I just gotta know your real name
Heart attack then it’s over
Find a way to pass off the blame
Got a plan to forget this happened
They’ll just think I’m insane
All of you are just my pieces
And I run the game

Boy that Kira’s getting reckless
He’s going way too far
We’re gonna bring him to justice
No, I don’t care how hard
Got a plan to forget this happened
They’ll just think I’m insane
But I’ve got a blank page baby
I just need your name

(full credits to natewantstobattle on youtube)

Can We Please Make A Point Because:
  • People: Killian is no good for Emma! He's so selfish and doesn't have her best interests at hea-
  • Killian: Your hand, it's cut, let me help you.
  • Killian: You are bloody brilliant. Amazing.
  • Killian: Well I offer my ship and my services to help follow them.
  • Killian: Doesn't mean I'd leave your father to perish on this island.
  • Killian: I came back to save you.
  • Killian: Magic is a part of you, Swan. It's time you embraced it.
  • Killian: I'd go to the end of the world for her. Or time.
  • Killian: You're the Saviour, Swan. You can do it.
  • Killian: You can do this!
  • Killian: Are you okay?
  • Killian: I'd rather save yours than hers.
  • Killian: I apologize for overreacting.
  • Killian: You okay?
  • Killian: I'd love to know more about your beginnings.
  • Killian: I just wanted to be a better man for you, Swan.
  • Killian: Swan! Are you alright??
  • Killian: Grilled cheese.
  • Killian: I don't intend to let you down.
  • Killian: And I with you.
  • Killian: Emma, are you alright?
  • Killian: Be careful, Swan.
  • Killian: It's my job, or at least I hope it's my job, to protect your heart.
  • Killian: Save Henry.
  • Killian: I awoke moments before your parents, and came up here looking for your boy.
  • Killian: What is it?
  • Killian: Emma please! NO. Don't do this.
  • Killian: We'll find another way, together!
  • Killian: You can tell me anything.
  • Killian: No, Swan! You can't use dark magic!
  • Killian: It's too much for her!
  • Killian: Emma. Are you alright?
  • Killian: I liked your walls. I liked being the one to break them down.
  • Killian: There's no one here. It's just us. You and me.
  • Killian: I'll never stop fighting for us.
  • Killian: Be careful, Emma.
  • Killian: The Dark One is immortal. Emma isn't. Bring her home to me.
  • Killian: I love you, Emma Swan. No matter what you've done.
  • Killian: Easy, Swan. You got tagged pretty good there.
  • Killian: It's alright! Emma, it's alright!
  • Killian: I'll just be happy knowing you'll have one.
  • Killian: It's okay.
  • Killian: You shouldn't be here. Nobody should.
  • Killian: You alright?
  • Killian: What's wrong? I know when something's bothering you.
  • Killian: I'm sorry, Emma. You were right.
  • Killian: I'm glad you did. Do you realize that's the first time you've slept since you rescued me?
  • Killian: Well as for maybes and hopefullys, I've learned never to question yours. I'm coming with you.
  • Killian: I didn't want Emma to do this.
  • Killian: Emma, please.
  • Killian: Get your heart!
  • Killian: If I helped you take off that armour don't put it back on just because you're gunna lose me.
  • Killian: I bloody well need to find a way to save her!
  • Killian: I can't do that! Not while she's still in danger.
  • Killian: I'm so happy you're alright.
  • People:
  • Me: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (◡‿◡✿)