nothing will ever take me back there again

Drabble List

So I just finished posting the last of the previous volley of drabbles so I decided to come up with a new prompt list. It’s mostly a hodge-podge of stuff from my own brain or inspired by songs or different shows and stuff but there are some from other prompt lists so, if anyone wants me to give credit, drop me a message and I’ll be sure to do so.

  1. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  2. “You’re too good for this world.”
  3. “Could you be happy, here, with me?”
  4. “How long do we have?”
  5. “Do you think we’re bad people?”
  6. “How did we become this?”
  7. “I can hardly stand myself.”
  8. “Go to hell.”
  9. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”
  10. “There was a time before all of this.”
  11. “No one will ever believe us.”
  12. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.”
  13. “My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”
  14. “I used to do a lot of things.”
  15. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.”
  16. “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
  17. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.”
  18. “I’ll be here as long as it takes.”
  19. “We were never meant to fight on our own.”
  20. “Something’s clearly wrong.”
  21. “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
  22. “This is going to hurt.”
  23. “I don’t need to be the hero tonight.”
  24. “Am I ever going to see you again?”
  25. “We always have a choice.”
  26. “You’re holding back.”
  27. “I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.”
  28. “Is that a threat?”
  29. “If you don’t like this world then change it.”
  30. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”
  31. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  32. “Keep your eyes on me.”
  33. “You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.”
  34. “I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”
  35. “If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you.”
  36. “I wasn’t going to mention it.”
  37. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”
  38. “I’m here for you.”
  39. “What are you so happy about?”
  40. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
  41. “You’re putting words in my mouth!”
  42. “We have to stick together.”
  43. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”
  44. “Don’t leave me behind.”
  45. “What are you looking at?”
  46. “How did you find me?”
  47. “Who did this to you?”
  48. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
  49. “I have to tell you something.”
  50. “I need more time.”
  51. “You deserve better than me.”
  52. “This isn’t fair!”
  53. “If you kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise I’m going to kill you.”
  54. “Please don’t shut me out.”
  55. “You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?”
  56. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  57. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
  58. “You’re out of your damn mind.”
  59. “No one can hurt me like you can.”
  60. “You are my sunshine.”
  61. “This is all my fault.”
  62. “Please, don’t cry.”
  63. “Maybe I can’t fix you but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”
  64. “You should see this.”
  65. “You make me feel invincible.”
  66. “I’ll keep you safe.”
  67. “Don’t look at me like that.”
  68. “Let’s do something crazy.”
  69. “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”
  70. “Do you trust me?”
  71. “You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.”
  72. “You know I’m gonna win, right?”
  73. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  74. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
  75. “Do you ever follow directions?”
  • Naruto: So...
  • Naruto: You're leaving the village
  • Naruto: Again
  • Sasuke: Yes dobe, and don't try to stop me
  • Naruto: *shrugs* fine
  • Sasuke: Seriously, I might be gone for years. I don't know how far this road goes... Where this journey might take me... Maybe I won't come back.
  • Naruto: *examining his fingernails* sounds fun
  • Sasuke: Because I might actually die. I have no shortage of enemies, after all.
  • Naruto: Meh, it's your life
  • Sasuke: Exactly.
  • Sasuke: And nothing you say will ever convince me to stay.
  • Sasuke: So don't bother trying.
  • Naruto: You've made the clear.
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: You're really not going to stop me?
  • Naruto: Of course not, bastard.
  • Naruto: So... Are we good to go? It's going to get pretty hot later in the day. Better to start early.
  • Sasuke: Yes, I'm good to-
  • Sasuke: Wait
  • Sasuke: What do you mean by 'we'?
  • Naruto: You can leave the villiage, Sasuke
  • Naruto: You can go wherever you want and maybe you really won't come back this time
  • Naruto: After all these years, I've learned my lesson
  • Naruto: I can't stop you from doing what you want to do
  • Sasuke: You didn't answer-
  • Naruto: Let me finish
  • Naruto: You can't stop me from doing what I want to do either. Let's go, teme.
  • Sasuke: But you said-
  • Naruto: That I wouldn't stop you. And I won't. I always keep my word.
  • Naruto: But this time, I'm coming too.
the song of achilles meme

       i recently finished this book and it was just…so…beautiful, so i wanted to make a lil meme thing cause their were a lot of really great quotes & actions tbh. i thought it’d be nice to share ‘em and write ‘em out. change the pronouns to your liking ~

p.s. i kinda went over board so i put my favs above the read more and the rest ( more generic types of sent. memes ) under the read more. enjoy !

  • “ i will never leave ____. it will be this , always, for as long as _____ will let me. “
  • “ i would like to know how you are going to stop the losers from declaring war on you
  • “ will you help me put the rest of my armor on ? “
  • “ we are finished here. “
  • “ do not leave. “
  • “ did you ever think of having children ? “
  • “ ___ is half my soul, as the poets say. “
  • “ I could recognize ____ by touch alone, by smell; I would know ____ blind, by the way ____ breaths came and ___ feet struck the earth. I would know ____ in death “
  • “ coward. “
  • “ ____ is a weapon. a killer. do not forget it. “
  • “ you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change it’s nature. “
  • “ i do not plan to live after ____ is gone. “
  • philtatos. “ ( means ‘most beloved’ ) 
  • “ i could kill you still. “
  • “ i am sorry for your loss. “
  • “ name one hero who was happy. “
  • “ they never let you be famous and happy. “
  • “ let me bring you food and drink. “
  • “ i cannot bear to see you grieving. “
  • “ there are no bargains between lions and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. “
  • “ is it worth your life ? “
  • “ i hope that ____ kills you. “
  • “ get out. get out ! “
  • “ _____ is dead. “
  • “ i am buried here. “
  • “ we die so easily. “
  • “ you will not speak another word or you will be sorry. “
  • “ i wish he had left you to all die. “
  • “ if you have to go, i will go with you. “
  • “ i am made of memories. “
  • “ listen to me. “
  • “ i will not live much longer. “
  • “ you are a better man than i. “
  • “ i do not need to prove myself to you. “
  • “ are you calling me a liar ?
  • “ i do not care. i will be dead soon. “

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I am a millennial. Generation Y. Born between the birth of Aids and 9/11, give or take. They call us the global generation. We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world; an indifference to suffering. I know I did anything I could to not feel: sex, drugs, booze. Just take away the pain. Take away my mother, my asshole father, the press, and all the boys I loved who wouldn’t love me back. Hell, I was gang raped. Two days later, I was back in class like nothing happened. I mean that must’ve hurt like hell, right? Most people never get over stuff like that and I was like, “let’s go for Jamba Juice”. I would give everything I have, or will ever have, just to feel pain again. To hurt.
—  Madison Montgomery, AHS Coven

ᴊᴀᴄᴋ sᴘᴀʀʀᴏᴡ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs ;;

  • ❝ I’m dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly stupid. ❞
  • ❝ Nobody move! I dropped me brain! ❞ 
  • ❝ The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Do you understand? ❞ 
  • ❝ You need to find yourself a girl, mate. ❞ 
  • ❝ I’ve got a jar of dirt! ❞ 
  • ❝ Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it again. ❞ 
  • ❝ If you were waiting for the opportune moment… that was it. ❞ 
  • ❝ Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate. ❞ 
  • ❝ Savvy? ❞ 
  • ❝ My spirit will live on. ❞ 
  • ❝ Why is the rum always gone? ❞ 
  • ❝ Why fight when you can negotiate? ❞ 
  • ❝ If you choose to lock your heart away, you’ll lose it for certain. ❞ 
  • ❝ This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught ___ ❞ 
  • ❝ My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are in trouble. ❞ 
  • ❝ I regret nothing, ever. ❞ 
  • ❝ You’ve stolen me and I’m here to take myself back. ❞ 
  • ❝ Did no one come to save me just because they missed me? ❞ 
  • ❝ Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by. ❞ 
  • ❝ For instance, I can let you drown. ❞ 
  • ❝ You’re the ones in need of rescuing and I’m not sure if I’m in the mood. ❞ 
  • ❝ I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by. ❞ 
  • ❝ You may kill me, but you might never insult me. ❞ 
  • ❝ Hide the rum! ❞ 
  • ❝ Shoo. ❞ 
  • ❝ Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. I know I’m crazy, therefore I’m not crazy. Isn’t that crazy? ❞ 
  • ❝ Cruel is a matter of perspective. ❞ 
  • ❝ The world’s still the same. There’s just less in it. ❞ 
alpha & omega
part ii part iii

summary - this is basically the aftermath of “accepting anxiety part 2″, and it’s also based off of this prompt

pairing - prinxiety if you squint 

word count - 1,499

warnings - a bit of angst, spoilers for today’s video if you haven’t seen it 

tags - angst-to-fluffish

a/n - so this turned out to be a lot longer than a drabble, which is why it’s going as it’s own fic 

tagging - @ace-anxiety-sanders , @pointless-blog-name , @lampisimportant , @pippa-frost , @jinxed-unicorn , @starrykid , @pattykrabbies

It’s late when Anxiety trudges into the common room, bleary-eyed and craving a black cup of coffee. As he passes the couch, he notices the static of their television crackling faintly in the background, and he picks up the remote to switch it off—who would’ve even been up late enough to leave it on—when he notices the lump of blanket on the couch.

“I was watching that,” a voice pipes up from underneath it, tone far too entitled to be anyone other than Prince.

Anxiety pauses with his thumb over the power button, turning to face the other side with a baffled stare. “It wasn’t even…on a channel,” he mumbles, tossing the remote onto the couch. “What’re you doing?”

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I’ve never been one to believe in soul mates.
I’ve never thought I’d be lucky or delusional enough to find “true love”
or that when I kissed someone, my hear would skip a beat.

But you – you make my heart brighter.
You make my days happier and my smile wider,
and just being around you makes me a better person.

I never thought I’d believe in soul mates,
and I don’t think I ever will.

But when I find someone who makes my soul brighter, bigger, happier,
someone who makes my heart slow down and take a breath,
and my stomach hurt from laughing,
someone who holds me so gently I feel like I’ll never be hurt again,
I know enough to hold them back.

—  rudimentaryst, Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
Peter Maximoff Headcanons

- He never really stops to do anything slowly
- Unless you ask him to; then he’ll grovel at your feet
- Literally
- “Peter, what are you doing on the floor?”
“Nothing :)”
- “What do you want me to buy again?”
“Just some milk and apples, and could you get me (favorite band’s) new album–”
“Got it.”
“… Did you steal that Peter?”
“Oh really? ‘Cause I don’t see any receipt here…”
- Peter finds it super hot when you wear nothing but his Pink Floyd t-shirt and silver jacket
- Peter loves having competitions with you; even when he loses, which is rarely
- “Dark Side of The Moon is the best album ever.”
“Ha! Ever heard of Michael Jackson?”
- Fights always ending in tickle fights
- Never being able to decide who does the chores
- “Okay, whoever loses the race does the laundry, okay?”
“Hmm, let me think abou– no.”
- He loves to hear you ramble about anything and everything
- He’s impatient with almost everything, except you
- Every time you sleep together, he holds you tightly, like he doesn’t want you to get away from him
- When you make love, it’s either soft and caring or rough and absolutley senseless (THERE IS NO IN BETWEEN)
- You always wake up to him staring at you
- “Why are you staring?”
“Because I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful even when they’re drooling ;)”


- “Do you love me?”
“Do you want to be with me, forever?”
“I do, Peter.”
- “No! I am not calling this child Quickie The Second!!”

The Pirate and the Princess - Harry Hook

Summary: You’re daughter of the Queen of Hearts. You’re wandering the Isle when you stumble upon none other than Harry Hook.

Warnings: None I think? A bit of sexual tension at the end and that’s all. Enjoy :)

A/N: Requests are open!

The sound of rocks crunching under my boots was all that could be heard on the Isle. I was away from the main part of the Isle, walking along a dirt path between two buildings. I always liked being alone. I never talked to anyone on the Isle except for Cheshire Cat’s daughter, but she often disappeared, literally. I hated it here, it was so much uglier than Wonderland. I hadn’t been there since i was a little girl. A war broke out and my mother and I fled Wonderland, to keep safe. We were hoping to go to Auradon, but being villains and all, we ended up on the Isle of the Lost.

When suddenly, I heard a twig snap and I immediately looked up and pulled my sword out of my sheath. I waited for another noise.

“Well, well, well. Now who do we have here? Never seen you before.” A voice with a thick Scottish accent said from behind me. I turned around to come face to face with an extremely attractive boy. He wore eyeliner and a hook on one hand. I knew who he was, none other than Harry Hook. “Wait, I know exactly who you are. (Y/N) Heart. I’ve heard of you before. How’s Wonderland?” He said in a mocking tone.

“Shut it Hook, if you want to keep that head of yours.” I replied, gritting my teeth. I always did have a short temper.

“So you know who I am? That’s great. Now what is a pretty little thing like you doing over here all alone?” He questioned.

“Trying to get away from dirty pirates like you. Now why don’t you go back to your little ship and leave me alone, Hook.”

“Now, now. Don’t lose your head, princess.” he winked. “I’m here for a reason.”

“And that is?” I asked.

“My crew and I have been watching you for a while, we’ve seen what you can do with that sword. If you’re anything like your mother, you’d be great in a fight. Uma wants you part of our crew.” Harry said.

“Me? Part of your crew? I don’t think so Hook. I don’t play well with others. Especially wannabe dirty pirates.” I put my sword back in its sheath.

“Why not, Heart? You’d get to be with me.” He gestured to himself.

“Why would I want that?”

“Come on now, princess. We both know you fancy me already. I can see you practically melting in front of me.” He came closer and brought his hook up to my hair, pushing it behind my ear. He leaned in towards my ear and whispered “What do ya say (Y/N)? Join us?” His lips grazed my ear and I shivered.

I smacked his hand away from my face and pushed him backwards. “In your dreams, Harry.”

“Oh trust me, you will be in some of my dreams.” He winked and his eyes roamed across my body. Why did he have to be such a god damn flirt? I allowed my eyes to graze around his body, he was tall and handsome. He looked like trouble, and I wanted in on him. He immediately intrigued me, his talk, his walk, his physique, his attitude. It was like being under a spell. I couldn’t let this handsome pirate win me over just yet, though. I had to make him want it.

I replied “Screw you, pirate.“And with that, I ran off as fast as I could. Determined to get away from his interrogations. He’s a dirty pirate, using his flirtations to manipulate me, well, that’s not gonna work on me. It’ll take more than a handsome face to get me to join a damn pirate crew.

The Next Day

I sat on a rock at the edge of a stream. I was in the forest completely alone. Nothing more I could ever ask for.

“Hey princess.” I jumped up and was startled to see Harry Hook behind me, chuckling to himself at my reaction.

I tried to play it off that I was frightened, “Oh, you again.” I sat back down on the rock. “I’m not joining your damn pirate crew.” He sat down on the floor next to me, and I took that moment to realize how attractive he was. His ruffled brown hair didn’t have a hat on today, his eyes reminded me of blue gemstone, he was captivating. His words pulled me out of my daydream.

“That’s not what I’m here for (Y/N).” I looked at him with a half confused, half annoyed expression. “I’m here because I want to get to know you better. After our encounter yesterday and you running off, I couldn’t get my mind off of you, Heart. You got a hold on me.”

“Shut up Harry. I know what you’re doing. I’m not gonna let your words manipulate me.”

“You think that’s what this is all about? Me manipulating you? Well, I’m offended Miss Heart. Why would I do such a thing. I wouldn’t dream of hurting you.”

“Then prove it, Hook.” I replied.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. It was gold, with a big red jewel on the center. “I stole this from Dizzy for you.” He handed it to me.

“You’re bad, Hook.” I smirked. I quickly caught him off guard and took his hook, and slammed it into a tree. “But still not working.”

He got up and pushed me into the tree. “Princess, you’re really testing me right now.” His face was inches from me, I can almost feel his lips graze against mine.

‘Two can play at this game.’ I thought. I ran my hand up his chest and he smirked and let out a deep laugh, Before his eyes returned to mine. “You’re mad, Miss Heart.” He said in a deep tone.

“I get that a lot.” I whispered, my heart beating fast in my chest, I’m pretty sure he could almost hear it. All of a sudden, he slammed his lips on mine. They were soft and moved quickly with mine, like we was desperate to get a taste of me. It started off as lusty and full of desire but slowly turned into a sweet, longing kiss, like there was more to it.  But just like that, his lips were gone. Harry’s hand creeped up next to me, and pulled his hook out from the tree. I was left there breathless and in shock, his hands above me kept me pinned to the tree. “You’re evil.” I said to him and looked up, grazing my lips on his. He got up and brushed his pants off and turned to me.

“Come back here tomorrow at 12 pm and I’ll show you what evil really is, Miss Heart.” And with that, Harry Hook turned and walked off into the forest. Disappearing between the trees.

That boy is gonna be the death of me.

blind trust [ damien x reader ]

summary: (Name) dies and Damien tries to persuade her into giving up her body for him and Celine

warnings: angstangstangst hurtshurtshurts

a/n: this will hurt and if you listen closely you can hear me sobbing.

written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 16 and prompt black

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A stinging pain in your abdomen yanks the world from under your feet and you float; your vision staggers and you are thrown back with enough force to knock the life out of you, which actually happens. There are intervals of cold and hot, like your body can’t decide how it should act so it panics and you panic, too. The last of the Colonel fades into the spinning universe of bright colors and a slowly darkening world. Black. It’s all black once you reach the ground, but you don’t feel it, a strange and foreign numbness spreading through your body as you slip away—

“Let me speak to her. Alone.”

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Bad Reputation 2

Originally posted by illumegeoff

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Part 2!!!

Warnings: Angst? Y’all should know by now lolol

A/N: I hope you guys like this!!

I stood by the apartment window looking out into the city, it’s been a long time since I’ve actually been out there. I don’t mind staying in the apartment but I just want to go outside without getting fingers pointed at me, and names being yelled at me.

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Some of my favourite moments from Call Me by Your Name (the novel) Part 2

1. Flirting over Bach. While Elio plays Bach on the guitar, Oliver has a “cutting” and “cruel” look on his face. Wounded, Elio stops playing. Oliver begs him to continue, but Elio teases him by switching to piano and changing the piece, refusing to play it as he played it before until he finally acquiesces:

“I knew exactly what phrase in the piece must have stirred him the first time, and each time I played it, I was sending it to him as a little gift, because it was really dedicated to him, as a token of something very beautiful in me that would take no genius to figure out and that urged me to throw in an extended cadenza. Just for him.”

We talk a lot about Elio’s thirst but he is a true romantic!

2. While Oliver was dating Chiara he and group of friends decide to go for a bike ride. They are one bike short so Oliver asks Elio if Mario can borrow his:

“I shrugged my shoulders, meaning, Go ahead, I couldn’t care less. But no sooner had they left than I scrambled upstairs and began sobbing into my pillow.”


3. Basically all of Monet’s Berm, but especially when Elio puts his hand on Oliver’s crotch and Oliver removes it in a gesture that’s described as “quite glacial”.

I see you Oliver ;)

4. Vimini:

“He likes you too—more than you do, I think.”

Captain of our ship!

5. When Elio takes Oliver to the bookshop and thinks:

“This is where I dreamed of you before you came into my life.”

My romantic son.

6. Vulnerable Oliver. As much as I love Elio’s teen angst, Oliver’s longing has a quiet pain that is very moving. The first night they sleep together he is “fussing awkwardly”:

“ ‘I’m so glad you came,’ he said. ‘I could hear you moving in your room and for a while I thought you were getting ready to go to bed and had changed your mind.’ ”

And later when he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

7. Oliver taking off Elio’s clothes:

“He was whispering, ‘Off, and off, and off, and off,’ which made me laugh…”

Cute, and cute, and cute, and cute.

8. Elio seeing Oliver wearing his bathing suit and calling it an “unbearable turn-on” which somehow leads him to the memory of Oliver coming on his chest… Have I mentioned that I love this book?

9. The entire peach scene might be the most human thing I have ever read, but especially Elio’s reaction while Oliver is actually eating the peach: 

“I was crying because no stranger has ever been so kind or gone so far for me…”

10. In Rome when Elio begins to contemplate life without Oliver:

“Would I be able to live without his hand on my tummy or around my hips? Without kissing and licking a wound on his hip that would take weeks to heal, but away from me now? Whom else would I ever be able to call by my name?”

I’m in agony.

11. Elio’s dad ripping out what’s left of my heart and handing it back to me:

“I never had what you had. Something always held me back or stood in the way. How you live your life is your business. But remember our hearts and bodies are given to us only once… I don’t envy the pain. But I envy you the pain.”

12. Oliver’s Christmas visit:

“I’d love nothing better than to take your clothes off and at the very least hold you. But I can’t.”

*flips table*

13. And when they meet again years later:

“…he was more me than I had ever been myself, because when he became me and I became him in bed so many years ago, he was and would forever remain, long after every forked road in life had done its work, my brother, my friend, my father, my son, my husband, my lover, myself.”

Congratulations, you broke me.

✰ * º ❛ lovely little lonely ask meme ❜

‘  here’s to now and nothing else.  ’
‘  in this moment, i could die with you.  ’
‘  never felt like this before.  ’
‘  dizzy, drunk, and beautiful.  ’
‘  here’s to all this culture’s rules and your pretty things.  ’
‘  how dirty, wild, and juvenile.  ’
‘  we ain’t got no time for what tomorrow brings.  ’
‘  i never wanna be a distraction.  ’
‘  i feel okay all over, void of all composure.  ’
‘  i like the lips you kiss with.  ’
‘  your lips are bad behavior and i’m in danger.  ’
‘  i don’t have time for your feelings.  ’
‘  you’re insecure, but don’t be.  ’
‘  say soft, but don’t be gentle.  ’
‘  it’s altogether mental.  ’
‘  let’s go to a place where we can forget.  ’
‘  leaving’s overrated.  ’
‘  i wanna inhale you in small doses.  ’
‘  i wanna inhale you in small doses, but adore you like the roses.  ’
‘  you’re bad for me.  ’
‘  i’m a lush, i know you notice  ’
‘  what would you say if you could say everything you needed to, to the one you needed to?  ’
‘  you flash like a setting sun.  ’
‘  you come around, i come undone.  ’
‘  can’t find the sound under my tongue when i look at you.  ’
‘  i lose my voice when i look at you,  ’
‘  just another lovesick afternoon.  ’
‘  just yesterday, i couldn’t help but think of you.  ’
‘  you come around, i lose my brain.  ’
‘  i’ve been searching for the right words, but i can’t even find an echo.  ’
‘  don’t you let go.  ’
‘  there are only twenty-six letters i can use just to tell you i won’t let go.  ’
‘  you told me we were only two punch drunk souls tangled in the wind.  ’
‘  is the sadness everlasting?  ’
‘  it creeps on in to the calmness of yourself.  ’
‘  it creeps on in until it hurts like hell.  ’
‘  you know i never knew how much i was getting into.  ’
‘  i can’t say that i can make you feel complete or free from your worry.  ’
‘  babe, you’ll never be lonely.  ’
‘  don’t you understand? you’ll never be alone again.  ’
‘  do you remember the days we were golden?  ’
‘  for worse or for better.  ’
‘  we said forever, forever ago.  ’
‘  do you remember?  ’
‘  lets leave the lonesome heat behind for better weather.  ’
‘  always just where you are, not where you’ll always be.  ’
‘  so, wherever you are in the world, i want you to be there and only there.  ’
‘  please know that life would be shit without you.   ’
‘  i feel all sorts of good just thinking about you.  ’
‘  i genuinely hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for, even if you have to find it alone.  ’
‘  let’s take our time while it’s still ours to take ‘cause some things hardly change, but nothing ever stays the same.  ’
‘  let’s fall back in love.  ’
‘  let’s fall back in love with the world and who we are.  ’
‘  let’s do the things we never talked about, but never did before.  ’
‘  darling, don’t blink because you will.  ’
‘  and when you open up your eyes again, you may not recognize a friend.  ’
‘  it may be bittersweet ‘cause we’re no longer seventeen, but we’re still young.  ’
‘  dance with me in naivety and follow endlessly the sound of reverie.  ’
‘  the past is in the rear view and the future holds no weight.  ’
‘  we’ve got a lot, but what do we got to lose?  ’
‘  i’m losing track of time.  ’
‘  forget the hearts and all the flowers.  ’
‘  it’s tough to be anything these days, but i think i love time the most when i’m with you.  ’
‘  the truth doesn’t mean a thing.  ’
‘  don’t you get lost in the nostalgia.  ’
‘  it’s not too late.  ’
‘  the only thing i’m really sure of, i’m unsure of almost everything.  ’
‘  i’m looking up and looking forward.  ’
‘  there’s nothing back there for you or me.  ’
‘  so you say you are broken, beaten, used and mistreated. tired, shattered, bruised and battered.  ’
‘  i only wanna talk to you.  ’
‘  you see, yesterday i said tomorrow. i learned today tomorrow can’t be saved.  ’
‘  the less you know, the more.  ’
‘  i will speak in cursive about the way it was when days were young.  ’
‘  now the clock talks so loud, articulate and perfect, about the way it is.  ’
‘  we ain’t kids.  ’
‘  and did you know, i only wanna talk to you?  ’
‘  i remember feeling weightless in the deeper end and drowning in the fear again.  ’
‘  and the lovely little loneliness would hold me down under the sound of being found.  ’
‘  but then it all turned around.  ’
‘  dearly depressed and broken hearted…  ’
‘  i’d like to let you know that boys cry too.  ’
‘  don’t let them tell you how you’re feeling.  ’
‘  i wonder why nobody is asking you.  ’
‘  are you free or are you in sorrow?  ’
‘  are you free or are you being borrowed?  ’
‘  how do you feel?  ’
‘  what’s your condition?  ’
‘  you are alive, but are you living?  ’
‘  give me your voice and i’ll give it a listen.  ’
‘  are you complete or is something missing?  ’
‘  so tell me, do your hands shake? does your heart break?  ’
‘  whatever it is – whatever it isn’t – make sure that it’s real.  ’
‘  you’re not alone in how you’re feeling.  ’
‘  make sure it’s real, real, real.  ’

Joker Imagine - He tries to protect you

Originally posted by hopelessignite

Joker’s P.O.V.

Y/N’s sweet voice was echoing through the penthouse as she made something in the kitchen. She sounded so happy. I was in my office, the door wide open as I sat here alone. Something was off. Nothing felt the same anymore. Suddenly there was a person I didn’t want to harm. But I did. Not necessarily by my own hand but I put her in danger by being with her.

‘’..-maybe I’m just in love when you wake me up’’ Y/N sang and started humming something. That’s it. I got up from my chair, taking a deep breath. Then I growled by myself, not being quite happy and excited about what I would do. I left my office, slamming the door at the same time. It made a big sound which made Y/N fall silent. I wanted her to think I was angry.

As I reached the kitchen, I saw her facing me with her back. Her H/C hair was still damp from a shower. She was wearing her leggings and one of my shirts. ‘’Look at me’’ I demanded, speaking quite harshly. Y/N turned around with a small, red smile on her beautiful doll face. ‘’Is everything okay J?’’ She wanted to know. Our eyes met and I had to look away. ‘’No, at least not with you around’’ I spat rudely, making her smile fade away. I clenched my jaw and hit the kitchen island hard, making Y/N flinch.

‘‘What did I do?’‘ Y/N asked me with a small voice, her eyes turning glossy. I didn’t intend to hurt her but I had to. She couldn’t come back to me. Never. ‘‘What did you do? Look at yourself!’‘ I yelled and pointed at her. ‘‘You’re playing housewife or something. Do you think I need an ugly bitch running around my house all day? You can’t do anything right’‘ I raised my voice, word by word. I could see how each word broke her heart a little bit. I rarely felt bad but this felt wrong.

‘‘I..J I’m..sorry’‘ Y/N struggled to find the right words. ‘‘Get out’‘ I hissed, looking at her as angrily as I could. It made a shiver run down my spine. Tears escaped her pretty eyes and she held her breath. It’s like she wasn’t sure what she heard. Damn. ‘‘Get the hell out before I make you regret you ever met me!’‘ I shouted as loudly as I could. Y/N dropped the fork she had used earlier. It hit the floor and then she walked out of the kitchen. I listened to her steps closely.

Just before Y/N left, I heard her sobbing. The door shut and silence surrounded me. I stared at the kitchen island blankly, trying to process what had happened in my mind. The voices were yelling things on top of each other, nothing made sense. But it was for the best, right?


 It had been about a week since I made Y/N leave. Long story short, I had been a mess. The anger took over me and I trashed my office. Everything was out of order and broken. I hated to admit it but I missed her. But I did it to protect her.

‘‘Boss’‘ I heard Frost’s voice. I looked at him angrily, almost so angry that I could get up and kill him. He seemed nervous. ‘‘What?’‘ I grunted, feeling ill. Last night I had too many drinks.It was a bad day. Really bad.

‘‘Y/N is missing’‘ Frost let me know. Just hearing her name made me wake up a little bit. I grabbed my gun and stared at Frost silently. He couldn’t help but to glance at my hand and what I was holding. ‘‘What the hell did you just say?’‘ I breathed out. ‘‘No one has seen her since she..was by the docks with some now gang. They call themselves the pythons (I just made something up)’‘ Frost let me know more.

The pieces clicked in my head almost immediately. Y/N, being known for being a criminal couldn’t just go and live a normal life. She must’ve tried to find herself some business and met up with these new people. 

‘‘Most likely they kidnapped her. I saw the security footage’‘ Frost added shortly. I stood up and walked up to him. ‘‘You better show it to me’‘ I growled, receiving a nod from him. Anger made my blood boil. I had made Y/N leave so she wouldn’t have to be in danger thanks to me. Now she was in danger.


Frost took me to a computer where he opened a file. A video popped up on the screen and I saw everything in pixelated black and white. In the middle, I saw Y/N. Something strange washed across me as I saw her. She was in the middle of four guys, all tall and dressed in dark. They seemed to talk casually. A few seconds later, one of them hit her knee with a bat.

Y/N fell to the ground but she tried to get herself up. It was too late. She got a hit on her back as well, sending her on her stomach. The men grabbed her forcefully and threw her into a Mustang. The car drove off and the video ended. My hands were in tight fists and I grew more mad as I thought about it. 

How could anyone hurt my queen like that?

‘‘I tracked the car to an address’‘ Frost cleared his throat. Good for him. ‘‘Get the car ready. We’re going to kill some people’‘ I growled harshly. Frost nodded and hurried out and down to the garage. Although I was angry, I couldn’t help but to laugh. I laughed at myself for doing everything.

I hurt Y/N for no reason. This was all unnecessary business


Frost and some other henchmen and I parked in front of an old factory. The building was supposed to be white but time had made it grey. We got out of the car, all holding loaded guns. I led the group inside, without knocking. The building smelled like drugs. I turned on the lights and saw a big area with packages. Then I heard talking further away.

‘‘This way’‘ I spoke and walked quickly towards the voices. I had already a plan in my head of what I’d do to the men who had hurt Y/N. Silence took over the people as they say me. At least 15 men, all in the same dark clothes shut up. They stared at me and my henchmen like they had faced death.

‘‘Surprised?’‘ I smiled darkly and played with my gun. No one dared to speak up. they just stared in silence as I had entered their hideout. ‘‘Now give me the girl back before I blow this place up’‘ I yelled, making nearly all of them flinch. they changed looks like cowards. It pissed me off so I shot the ceiling.

‘‘Okay okay..follow me’‘ One with tattoos all over his face spoke.I growled and then walked after him. He led me through a door where I saw another door. it was locked. The man unlocked it and I saw a black room. The lights got turned on and that’s when I saw her.

Y/N was in the corner of an empty, cold room. She was barely wearing anything. Her delicate skin was covered in bruises and cuts. She was just hugging her knees as she slept. It wasn’t a pleasing sight to see. It just pushed my buttons to the limit.

I didn’t think twice as I shot the guy who opened the door. He grunted in pain as blood splattered on the floor and even my clothes. It didn’t make me feel bad at all. In fact - it felt good.It signalled my henchmen to open fire and kill everyone in sight. I heard multiple gunshots and screams. they were enough to wake Y/N up. Her eyes were slightly open. One of them was swollen and bruised. Then she looked at the door with fear written all over her. Our eyes met and I wasn’t sure if she was relieved or scared.

‘‘J?’‘ Y/N breathed out. Her voice was hoarse, like she hadn’t had anything to drink for ages. It made me feel rotten. I just wanted to hurt people for doing this. I wanted to see life slipping away from anyone who had dared to be part of this shit.

‘‘Let’s go home’‘ I said, trying to avoid the fact I had thrown her out a week ago. I wanted her back. I actually enjoyed her around. As you could tell, I never wanted her away anyway. I thought I had made sure this would never happen as I left her but I was wrong.

Y/N tried to get up but she just winced in pain. I couldn’t just stand and watch as she got more hurt. So I walked up to her and picked her up in my arms. Y/N inhaled sharply and let her tears fall down her damaged face. It’s like she had been thrown into a pack of elephants who had stepped on her. 

It’s like we both ignored last week. Y/N clinged onto me with the last energy she had as I took us out of the room. We walked to the room where my goons were waiting. All of the gang members were on the ground, twitching and bleeding in pain, some already dead. 

‘‘Look, they’re all gone now’‘ I told Y/N. She managed to look around weakly. Although she was in a very bad condition, she smiled. ‘‘I hope..t-they suffered’‘ Y/N coughed and then shut her eyes. ‘‘That’s my girl’‘ I laughed quietly. Then I nodded, letting my goons know that we could go back to our hideout.

I would take Y/N back home and make sure she wouldn’t leave ever again. She was mine. Nothing like this could happen then. She’d be with me..only me..

The Good Kind

First Part: Brave

Second Part: Breathing Space                                                        

Third Part: Plotting                                                                      

Fourth Part: New Arrangement                                                

Fifth Part: Spinning                                                                        

Sixth Part: Distraction                                                            

Seventh Part: Interlude                                                                

Eight Part: Duet                                                                        

Ninth Part: Pep Talk

Tenth Part: Break A Leg

Eleventh Part: Lights Up

Twelfth Part: Overheard

Thirteenth Part: Curtain Call

Fourteenth Part: Dutch Courage

Part 15 in my developing Roman/Virgil University!AU <3

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He feels like he’s flying, taking the steps two at a time. He glides down the bannister on the last floor just for the hell of it. He forgets that he’s still on the phone.

“Did you-” Roman’s voice comes from far away, tinny, but Virgil can hear the joy in it. “Did you just whoop?”

“No,” Virgil lies.

He’s almost ran past Patton’s car when he remembers. “Shit,” he says, skidding to a halt.

“You okay?” Roman says instantly.

“Yeah,” Virgil says. “I’ll- I’m coming, I’ll only be a minute.”

“You have terrible timing,” Roman says, but Virgil still hears the warmth in his voice. “Hurry!” Then, he hangs up.

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Hot Neighbor

Written for: Supernatural Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 3

Prompt:  “Could you be any louder?” 

Relationship: Dean x Reader

Words: 1517

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Dean being awesome. 

A/N: Week three down. Tags are at the bottom. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Summary: Trying to collect her stuff from her exes apartment proves difficult until the hot neighbor next door helps her out. 

    You banged again on the door, “Arthur, open the fucking door right now!” Still, no response so you hit it again. All you wanted was to get your things and get as far away from your boyfriend as soon as possible. Well, technically he’s your ex now based on the compromising position you found him in the other night. Not to mention with your sister of all people. You banged again harder than before, “Let me in!”

    The apartment door behind you swung open and you turned trying to wipe away the tears from your eyes to face his neighbor. Your mouth dropped at how gorgeous his neighbor was with his sparkling green eyes, freckles, and his strong arms. The man was wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants with a tight white T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and looked like he was pissed, “Could you be any louder, Princess?”

   “God I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking I just want my shit back from this asshole and he won’t open the door. I know he’s in there,” you spit out falling back against the wall and sliding down as you felt another wave of hurt. “I’m sorry.”

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Love Me or Leave Me Pt 2

After apparently shattering several hearts and what have you, and per @queen-archeron insistence, here’s the follow up and finale.

Chapter 1

The daylight was receding from the room and Rhysand sat alone in the shadows of the day nursing a scotch. This was something he had become quite acquainted with in the three months since Feyre had left him. He wasn’t alone most days though. Cassian and Azriel stopped by daily and ensured he ate something and at least spoke to another living being.

Rhys’ pattern for the last three months had been to sleep, go to work, come home and drink. He seldom deviated from this schedule and preferred to be left to his own devices.

A knock sounded at the door and as Cass and Az had already left for the day and they weren’t polite enough for pleasantries such as knocking anyways, Rhys was slightly annoyed.

He tossed back the remainder of his drink and set the glass on the coffee table in front of him. Standing up, he smoothed his shirt and crossed the room to the front entry. The knock sounded again, tentative this time.

Rhys opened the door to find Feyre standing on the porch, fidgeting nervously. Her beautiful grey-blue eyes were wide but clear. He couldn’t see a trace of the previous pain she had harboured, that had haunted those eyes. Had continued haunting him since she had left.

“Hi Rhys,” she was breathless in her greeting.

His heart contracted painfully and the agony of the last three months and the six months before that came welling up. His knees gave out and he slumped to the ground but Feyre was there, reaching for him and cradling his face in her hands, holding him as though he were her whole world. He knew it could not be true. She would have stayed otherwise.

She brushed the tears streaming down Rhys’ face away with the pads of her thumbs. “I’m sorry Rhys, I am so sorry.”

Rhysand pulled Feyre to him and they faced one another, their knees pressed together. “You’re here. You’re real and I can… I can feel you.” His voice cracked and he grabbed at her hands, pressing his lips to her knuckles. Tears were streaming down her face as well.

That face, that beautiful face… he had missed her dearly. Nothing could ever fill the void of his wife. No amount of alcohol in the world could give him the rush and high and burning desire that she could. He had wasted so much time wallowing.

“Would it be alright if I came in?” She shivered a little with the evening chill.

Rhys rubbed at his face, “Of course. I’m sorry. I’m just… shocked.” He eased himself off the ground and offered his hand to Feyre. She took it without hesitation and he lifted her to her feet. Rhys made to let go of her hand but she only tightened her grip. His heart thudded unevenly and he led her through the door and into their home. It was still her home after all.

He felt a flash of embarrassment as they entered the living room. The new bottle of scotch he had opened this evening sat beside the one he had finished last night. It was dark and felt more like a prison of despair than the bright and open space it had once been. Feyre didn’t falter, he beheld no judgement on her face but rather something akin to guilt. Rhys cleared his throat and stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do or say.

Feyre led the way to the couch, flicking on the light switch as she went. She directed Rhys to his previous seat and as he sat, she walked around the room opening the blinds.

He couldn’t believe she was back in their home. What did this mean?

She finished opening the last of the curtains open and turned to face him from across the room. Feyre looked so small and alone and Rhys felt a kernel of shame. He couldn’t explain what about, except that he knew that he should have fought harder. Done more.

“No, Rhys. It was me.” She read plainly on his face the emotions warring inside of him. She crossed the room and sat at his feet, offering her hands to him. He grasped at her, not willing to let her go now that she was truly and physically present. “You did nothing wrong. You were my support, the only driving force behind me getting out of bed in the morning. I stopped trying and I alone am the one who stopped fighting.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks on her shoulder, also unwilling to let him go. Hope bloomed in his chest at her words. Was this real?

“I can never begin to express how deeply I regret the wedge that grew between us. How sorry I am for walking out on you. You did everything you could have but it is me alone who is responsible for everything that has happened.” She sobbed and Rhys couldn’t help himself any longer, he pulled her from the ground and set her in his lap so he could cradle her in his arms. She grabbed at the collar of his shirt, pulling herself closer and trying to remove any distance between them. Feyre’s head tucked under his chin and Rhys’ tears ran into her hair.

“Where have you been? I-I didn’t know where you were or if you were okay.” Rhys leaned back a little so he could see her face, blotchy and tear stained as it was, she was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

“I was with Mor. She let me stay with her in her apartment and she set me up with a therapist who has really… she really changed my outlook on the loss of our baby boy. Please, don’t be mad at Mor. I made her promise she wouldn’t say anything. I wasn’t in the position to make such demands but I didn’t know how wrong I was then.”

Rhys loosed the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. “I could never be mad at her for giving you what you needed. I’m relieved that you were safe. That you found someone to help you. I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t do it with me.”

Feyre shook her head. “Don’t you dare apologise, Rhys. I’m sorry. You are everything to me and I should never have doubted your ability to help me. I will never ever forget the loss of our son but he… he isn’t the end for us. If you’ll ever find it in your heart to forgive me and let me make it up to you.”

Rhys choked back tears and he cradled her precious face in his hand. His entire world was in his reach, he just had to take it. “There is nothing to forgive Feyre, darling. I’ve only ever wanted for you to be happy and safe and protected.” She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing in relief. “If you ever feel as though I can’t give you that, then please talk to me. I would move mountains for you.”

Feyre breathed deep, memorising the smell and feel of her husband. Allowing the rush of his being to wash over her once again, after starving herself of him for so long.

“I made sure Cass and Az stopped by every day, I’m sorry if they were a pain. I had to know you were okay.”

Rhys pulled Feyre tight to him once more. She hadn’t ever given up on him. That meant more to him than any apology. She had just needed her space. Needed time.

“Thank you. For thinking of me.”

“Always, Rhys.” She paused, uncertainty plain on her face. “Would you consider coming to therapy with me? It’s not that I think we have problems that can be sorted out without professional help. I just think it would be good for you to know that I’ve been fighting my way back to you every day since I left. I was just finally brave enough to come home.”

Rhys smiled as she called the house her home. This was all he’d hoped for. “Anything for you and anything for us. Whatever you require. Welcome home.” He kissed the top of her head, unable to say anything else lest he completely lost it.

She too released a breath of relief. Feyre looked around the room and saw the bottles around the table. She allowed herself a moment to really take in her husband. Shadows were haunting his eyes and he had dark rings from lack of sleep. He looked ragged and worn but in his gaze, she could see that there was light and hope waiting. “Is it bad? The drinking?” She whispered, shame colouring her cheeks.

Rhys smiled sadly, “I’m not addicted by any means but it has been a source of comfort. I can’t deny that seeing a therapist would benefit both of us at this point.”

Feyre hugged Rhys to her. “I’m so sorry.”

“We’ll be okay, I know it. We can do anything together.”


Feyre thought back on that day often. How lucky she was to have such a loving and caring man as her husband. Someone who could see her at her lowest points and not be afraid. Someone who never gave up on her, even in her weakest hours. He had stopped drinking that day. It wasn’t a question and it wasn’t a fight. After they’d talked for hours of everything between them for their months apart, he had got up and dumped the bottle down the drain. Rhys came to therapy and they discussed their own personal battles with their loss and they found new ways to cope and eventually began to look to the future.

She fought tooth and nail for their marriage in the last year and she knew she could never make up for the pain she had caused this beautiful and selfless man, but she would fight for him until her last breath anyways.

She smiled fondly as he came into the room with the hospital bag.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, love. Just thanking my lucky stars for you. As usual.” She teased lightly, despite the discomfort currently plaguing her body.

Rhys smiled adoringly at his wife before swooping in for a kiss. She grimaced at the contact and he pulled back, worry creasing his brow. “It’s fine, don’t worry.” Feyre assured him, reaching for him once again.

He set the bag down on the floor before reaching for his wife and gently pulling her up with him. She doubled over in pain as soon as she was upright and Rhys braced himself, allowing her to take out her discomfort on him in whatever way he could provide.

As Feyre righted herself, she smiled at her husband. “This is not going to be easy, is it?”

Rhys laughed as he offered his arm to her. “No, darling. I don’t think it will be.”

Feyre chuckled and rested a hand on her swollen belly before letting Rhys lead her towards the front door and out to the car.

“Let’s go have this baby, shall we?”

I Will Marry Her

Originally posted by thorduna

Anonymous Requested: Think you could whip up a batch of some good old, hearty Protective!Thor soup? Maybe something where you are both taken to the grandmaster and he separates you and our sweet lil god of thunder LOSES HIS SHIT

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: none.

A/N: Okay, so because i’m an actual idiot I got Odin and The Grandmaster confused and i’ve just had to go through and fix all of it. So I apologize to the anon who requested this, but it’s the same premise just with Odin trying to separate the reader and Thor not the Grandmaster.


You were roughly shoved down to your knees, nothing to brace your fall as your hands were tied behind your back. Groaning slightly, you pushed yourself up and stared at the mass crowd around you. Eventually your eyes fell on Odin before you, and narrowing them slightly, you fought the ties holding your hands.

Though one rough shove from the guard behind you had you falling still, and with a pitiful eyes, you glanced around the main hall looking for his eyes. Despite everything, you felt relief at the fact that he wasn’t there- that meant that he had nothing to with this. Gaining a small bit of courage, you turned your narrowed eyes back in the direction of Odin and spat: “Thor will never let you do this.”

“Thor will never know.” Odin explained, his voice low, an air of authority to it. You felt your heart break at his words, and your eyes fell on the figure of Loki who stood beside his father, hands held behind his back. You didn’t understand what you’d done to deserve this treatment, other than fall in love with the Odin’s son. With despair, you looked down at the ground beneath you and clenched your fists. “Y/N Y/LN, are being accused of the crimes of poisoning my son’s heart. Do you admit to these accusations?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion- that was the dumbest thing you’d ever heard. “Excuse me?”

“My son, God of Thunder, would not fall in love with a common woman. He deserves the likes of a Queen of higher ranking.” Your heart only continued to burn at Odin’s word, unsure if what you were hearing were true. You’d been friends with Thor ever since you were children, and eventually that friendship grew into one of love. You were not a God nor any woman of rank, but Thor had made it clear many of times that he cared nothing. He loved you for who you were.

Of course, that all changed when he’d proposed the idea of marriage and Odin found out. Thor’s father refused to accept that his son, the future King of Asgard would marry a measly common woman. Which is what led you here.

But what hurt more than nothing was the fact that Loki stood next to his father, a boy you’d been friends with much like Thor. You thought you could trust him, but he didn’t seem to care much for you up on the podium. “I deny this accusations.” You spat, “and nothing you will ever say will stop me from loving your son!” Your voice raised, cutting through the thick silence of the room.

Your heart sunk as you watched Odin shake his head, and with one movement of his hand, the hands that had hauled you in here grabbed ahold of you again. You were brought up to your feet and carried away while Odin spat three words; “take her away.” You cried out in distress, fighting the arms that held you back. “Please!” You sobbed, all confidence from before dispersing as the reality of the situation weighed on your shoulders. 

Just as your struggles seized in defeat, the doors behind you slammed out loudly and a voice boomed; “what is the meaning of this?!” You’d recognize that voice from anywhere, and with relief you gazed behind yourself to find Thor walking into the room. His eyes met yours and they narrowed further with anger at your state, your eyes were red from crying and your face was pale with fear. You watched his eyes fall down to your tied hands, and clenching his fists, Thor stepped forward. “Father?”

“Thor pleas-”

Thor cut off whatever his brother had been about to say, staring expectantly at his father who reluctantly stood up. “Thor, you don’t understand.”

Thor didn’t reply right away, instead his eyes found the crowd around him and you, who still was pitifully being held up by the guard behind you. Realization seemed to dawn on him as he met your eye, and stepping forward he shook his head with disbelief. “This is about the marriage.” Thor stated.


Thor only ignored his father, stepping up to you but before he could reach you, you felt yourself fall ungracefully as the guard blocked Thor’s path from you. Gazing up from your bent over position, you watched with fear as Thor came into a standby with the guard. “Move out of my way.” Thor grounded out. 

“He cannot.” Odin said, “i’ve given him strict orders to lead Y/N out of Asgard.”

Thor paused for a moment, unsure if he’d heard the words his father had said clearly. Though a moment later, his face put on a feigned relaxed expression and he turned back to the guard, “have you?” Thor questioned lightly. “Well in that case.” It wasn’t a second later that Thor raised his fist and smacked it directly into the side of the guards head, who in turn went soaring forward. Thor wasted no more time, and quickly he made his way over to you, untying your bounds.

“Are you okay?” Thor asked softly, grabbing ahold of your cheeks. With wet eyes, you nodded in response. Thor moved one of his hands, holding it out to you and you accepted it, falling into his embrace as he begun leading you out of the hall. You ignored the looks from the civilians around, embarrassed, but blessed that Thor had come before anything further could’ve happened.

Holding his hand tightly, Thor wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pressing you against him. The both of you didn’t stop until you reached the doors, and slowly, Thor gazed back at his still shocked father. “I will marry her, father.” Thor declared, “and nothing will stop me from loving her.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine where Lance gets yelled at or scolded and while he is taking it he has a neutral expression but tears are just falling and he's not even trying to hide them anymore. <3

-Oh Gosh, Um imagine means you want me to write something for it right? I’m new-ish so I’m not sure? Sorry! Um, well here goes nothing…

Shiro is yelling at Lance again. It happens at least once a day, so Lance really should be used to it by now, but he isn’t.

“LANCE! Are you even listening to me!?!” Shiro’s voice pounds into Lance’s head as he lifts his eyes to meet his leader’s. Shiro breaths deeply, he looks as If he’s seconds away from just kicking Lance off the team altogether.

“All you ever do is goof off!” Shiro bellows. Lance flinches back slightly, no, that’s not true.

“Do you take anything seriously?” Yes. Lance takes everything seriously, especially his duty to his team.

“Can’t you do anything right?” no, maybe he can’t…

“You’re so selfish!” Shiro’s face is red as he tells lance off. Lance’s face stays blank though as he looks up at Shiro with watery blue eyes.

“You’re so Useless!” yes, Lance is useless. Thanks for the reminder Shiro.

The first tears slide down his face, glimmering like diamonds. Shiro doesn’t notice. He just continues to berate Lance, who stands there taking it.





Shiro looks up and gasps. Lance’s face is red, tear tracks mar his usually perfect skin.

Shiro feels awful, “lance, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“It’s okay Shiro, I already knew all of those things” Lance’s voice is wobbly.

“No! Lance I-” Shiro tries, but…

Lance is already gone.

-Hey, I hope this is what you wanted? Sorry if I did it wrong! Just let me know and I’ll fix it!