they were ruined and it breaks my heart


The true depths of strength, of resilience, of honor and loyalty.

I didn’t think the others gave him enough credit—for noticing the shift in someone’s emotional current. To command legions, I supposed, he needed to be able to read that sort of thing, judge when his soldiers or enemies were strong or breaking or broken.

“I’m a warrior. I’ve walked beside Death my entire life. I would be more afraid for her, to have that power. But not afraid of her.” He considered, and added after a heartbeat, “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.”

Cassian had been born for this—these fields, this chaos and brutality and calculation. I’d never seen anything like it—the skill and precision. It was like a dance. I must have said it aloud because Mor replied, 
“For him, that’s what battle is. A symphony.”

Cassian’s own voice broke as he said, “I never got to repay your mother—for her kindness. Let me do it this way. Let me buy you time.”

Send a symbol for my muse to tell yours whether or not they would ...

♣ Tell a serious lie to someone they cared about
❤ Break someone’s heart
☁ Put a curse on someone who crossed them
♛ Hurt someone out of jealousy
❥ Be unfaithful to a lover
✖ Commit a crime because they were challenged to
▼ Try to scare or startle a friend/loved one
☹ Ruin someone’s day out of spite
™ Steal something precious from someone else
☠ Commit a murder in cold blood
♘ Kill in self defense
❦ Spread around someone else’s secret
✂ Threaten or terrify someone weaker than them
✦ Vandalize someone’s property
☎ Betray a friend for their own personal gain
웃 Abandon someone who relies on them
✿ Refuse someone’s kindness or affection
☢ Kill someone close to them for the greater good
☛ Blame their wrongdoings on someone else
☽ Become obsessed with someone they admire
☻Torment someone as a spirit after death
 ❣ Do something they promised a loved one they would never do
▢ Lose their humanity and embrace a wicked side

I Hate This (Part I) || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: N/A

Paring(s): Jughead x Betty, Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1728

Parts: Part II Ending I, Part II Ending II

Originally posted by fightingtheangels

Your POV…

It’s been weeks since Betty and Jughead got together. It’s been weeks since you talked to Jughead as well. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague. I’ve been avoiding all of them really. Archie’s tried talking to me but after so many years of seeing it, wherever there’s Archie, Jughead isn’t far behind. So I did what I do best, ignore and run. Betty and Veronica have tried talking to me but they get the same response. The only one I haven’t ignored is Kevin Keller, my best friend.

“(Y/N), talk to them. They’re going crazy trying to find out why you’ve been avoiding them,“ Kevin stood by my locker giving me the same spiel he has been giving me the weeks I’ve been avoiding them.

“Kev, I’ve told you this many times before, no. And you know why so don’t bother asking,“ I closed my locker while meeting his gaze. Over his shoulder, I could see the four people I didn’t want to heading our way, “I’ll see you in biology, Kev,” I walked away as quickly as I could from them.

“(Y/N)!” I ran around the corner and to my class at the sound of Jughead’s voice. I’m not facing any of them just yet.

Kevin walked home with me. He wanted to talk more about it and I finally agreed.

“Okay. We’re in your room. Why are you ignoring them?“ Kevin asked me.

“I’ve known Jughead, Betty, and Archie for years. I met them in fifth grade when I first moved to Riverdale. Whereas Betty and Archie were best friends, Jughead and I were too. Jughead and Archie are brothers. Archie was the only one to know I had a crush on Jughead and he used to make fun of me for it but Archie stopped because I got over Jughead.“

“Is there a reason for this backstory?“ Kevin threw himself on my bed in feign annoyance to get me to laugh. In result, I laughed but he also got a face full of my faux fur pillow. I faced him as I sat down at my desk just across from my bed.

“Yes there is. Archie told Jughead and Betty that I used to like him after I convinced Archie I didn’t like Jughead anymore. Well, Jughead and Betty laughed at me. Made fun of me and Jughead even said that he didn’t and probably wouldn’t ever have a crush on me. I played it off like it didn’t matter to me but I went home that night and cried because I still liked him. I thought I got over him over the years but once it came out that he and Betty were together, I did the same thing I did when he said that to me. I came home and cried,“ I got up and leaned against the sill of my window.

“You still like him,“ I could see all of the gears in his head spinning. I saw all of it clicking in his head.

“I guess he was right. He never liked me and he never will,“ I smiled softly at Kevin’s look of pity.

Kevin’s POV…

I stormed over to their table much to the disliking of (Y/N). I could hear her calling my name but I ignored it. I had a few things I needed to say to Thing 1 and Thing 2.

“Jughead, Archie, I need to talk to you too,“ I walked away with them following in tow.

“What’s up, Kev?“ I wanted to chuckle at the seemingly normal tone of voice Archie had.

“What’s up is that you two are pricks. No wonder (Y/N) doesn’t want to talk to any of you right now.“

“Wait, she told you why she’s ignoring us? What’d she say?“ I laughed at Jughead’s question because I wanted to tell them and call them out on their shit but it wasn’t my place. It also wouldn’t look good getting into a fight with my dad as the sheriff.

“It’s not my place to tell but you two definitely know why. Betty does too,“ I pushed pass them and walked back to (Y/N) who stood there with her usual poker face and her arms crossed, “Something had to be said, (Y/N).”

Your POV…

I wasn’t upset with Kevin for confronting them. I was kinda glad he did but I was also anxious because this would mean that they’d confront me about it asking why. That wasn’t something I was ready for but in all honesty, it probably wouldn’t be something I was ever ready for.

The day went on as normal. Them trying to talk to me, me avoiding them, and then me going home as quickly as I could to avoid all confrontation. Unfortunately for me though, the universe was not on my side. As soon as I got home, I got an hour to myself before Jughead came to visit me.

“Hey there, Juliet,“ I spun around in my desk chair at his voice before turning around and rolling my eyes. I still didn’t say anything to him, “Why are you ignoring all of us? And what did you tel Kevin to make him lose his shit on me and Archie?“ Jughead was probably already in my room sitting on my bed but I wasn’t going to turn around and find out, “(Y/N/N), come on. We’re best friends, why won’t you tell me what I did?” I couldn’t stop the cold scoff that came from me.

“I hate this, Jughead. I really do,“ I refused to turn and face him because I would lose it.

“Hate what, (Y/N)?“

“All of this. I just-“ what’s the point? This isn’t going to change anything, “Nevermind.“

“No tell me,“ his voice was concerned but it was also very strict in its tone.

“Why? What’s the point? Anything I say now can ruin our friendship. But it’s not like that matters. It’s not like it’s ever mattered,“ fuck it. I turned around and faced him with a burning in my eyes and a lump in my throat.

“It matters, (Y/N). You’re my best friend and I care about you. And it won’t ruin our friendship,“ I could see the hurt in his eyes but I still couldn’t bring myself to believe him.

“Really? You care? Is that why you haven’t put much effort in trying to talk to me? At least Archie, Betty, and Veronica stopped me multiple times in attempts to get me to talk.“

“What could I have said that they didn’t already?“ he was raising his voice at this point, something he rarely ever did towards me.

“Does that even matter? You didn’t even fucking try and yet you still call me your best friend. You know what, Jones, we haven’t been best friends for awhile. Not since Betty asked you to help her with the Blue and Gold. You stopped talking to me and hanging out with me as much, Jones. I wasn’t the one who stopped. And you know for damn sure that I wouldn’t have given up as easily as you did if our roles were reversed,“ the tears were flowing freely at this point and I don’t care anymore.

“What would I have done? Waltzed up to you and you would’ve magically talked to me? I know you, (Y/N). It wouldn’t have been that fucking easy otherwise I would’ve done it. And as for the whole best friend thing, you are my best friend. I just hung out with Betty more because she did the one thing for me that you couldn’t. Make me happy and calm every fucking demon in my head. You’re jealous of her and every one can see it. She’s everything you’re not-”

“Trust me, I know she’s everything I’m not, Forsythe. She’s smart and I’m not. She’s pretty and I’m not. She’s everyone’s friend and I’m not. I’m barely even yours. She’s the perfect girl next door with flawless, milky skin, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and radiant smile. But I’m not jealous of any of that. I don’t wish to be her. I’m jealous of the fact that she took my best friend from me and made it look like you were never even my best friend in the first place. That’s what I’m jealous of, Forsythe,“ my tone was calm, my stature was calm, but anyone could see the pain I felt in my eyes as tears fell down my cheeks like it was raining.

“Are you sure?“ I hate the smirk that he was wearing as he got up and took slow steps towards me. It’s the one he wore whenever he knew something others didn’t, “I think you’re jealous of the fact that I love her and not you,“ that’s what did it. I froze as I felt myself going numb from his words.

“Fine. I love you and I fucking hate it. Are you happy now?“

“Then stop loving me-”

“I can’t! Don’t you get it? If I could, trust me, I would’ve stopped when I first started to. I’ve loved you for years, Forsythe. And I hate it so fucking much. I hated it when I told Archie years ago, I hated it when you all made fun of me for it, I hated it when you broke my heart, and I hate it now as you break my heart yet again. So I’ll say it again, I hate this,” I got up and walked towards him as my words were muffled slightly as I spoke through gritted teeth. I saw shock seep into his eyes as everything that was happening clicked.


“Save it. I think you said everything you wanted to. Don’t you agree? And I proved you wrong yet again. What I said ruined our friendship. Just go, Forsythe,“ I turned back to my desk and sat down in my chair.

“(Y/N), I-“

“Go,“ he sighed heavily before I heard him take his leave through my window. Once I turned around to make sure that he was gone, I walked over and shut the window, locking it as well. I could feel everything hit me all at once as I reached for my phone and called Kevin.

“What’s up?“ I couldn’t form a coherent sentence through my sobs but luckily, I didn’t need to, “I’m on my way.“


Got7: dating Yugyeom would include

•  being set up by one of the other members
•  like they’d see how much yall liked each other when you first met, and they were tired bc neither of you were admitting it
•  he’d be forced into asking you out but ends up being thankful that he did
•  since he’s v shy when it comes to you, he wanted to prove to the others he could ask you on a date
•  which resulted in him stuttering over his words as he remembered what Jackson and bam told him
•  "listen, y/n’s not gonna like you if you freeze up, so-“ “right right right, you gotta go in with the big guns bruh, just be STRAIGHT UP” “mhm, make sure to be intimidating” “make sure to wear something sexy to show off your neck bruh, y/n would love that-”
•  he’s glad that he didn’t listen to them and stuck to his guts, which is him pouring his heart out as he looked anywhere but your eyes
•  honestly his breath would hitch when you took his lil hand and confessed that you felt the same
•  ever since, he’s still pretty shy and reserved when it came to you
•  esp when the others bring you up, he likes to keep your relationship between the two of you
•  except when they’ve had enough of catching yall always making out in his room when you think they can’t hear
•  he’s filled your room with stuffed toys and matching jewelry
•  every time he goes away, he makes sure to buy something cute for you so you never forget about him while he’s somewhere else
•  calling you really late at night when he can’t sleep
•  bc he misses you in his arms and cuddling Bambam just doesn’t feel the same
•  many inside jokes that you don’t even get tbh
•  listening to music together on rainy days
•  whenever yall fight, Bambam is the first person to knock on your door and also knock some sense into you
•  "that boy is in love with you bruh, you can’t just break his heart and not talk to him. He’s ruined like 3 of my shirts with his crying.“
•  going on insane and scary rides together at theme parks, and comforting each other bc you were pretty sure he almost died
•  watching sappy movies and crying in each others arms
•  singing to you when you’re sad bc he knows it always cheers you up
•  or makes you cry even more, but he’ll take the chance
•  watching the stars really late at night and having to get a bug out of gyeom’s shirt bc he’s freaking out
•  he does that thing where he scratches your knees and laughs hysterically when you actually are ticklish by it
•  making you wear his warm and comfy clothes when it’s cold
•  having to accept Bambam as the third wheel, but you wouldn’t have it any other way 💛

Originally posted by magiccastles

Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None


“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 


 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

the best parts of the dream thieves (featuring me crying pt. 2)

part one

- “Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war” 

- Ronan’s second secret #gay

- Gansey: “i would have thought you had more muscles. Don’t feminist have big muscles?” i just want to punch him can someone please punch him

- gansey calling ronan an incredible creature #gay 

- “The elderly made ronan anxious” bitch me too!!!

- Ronan wanting to race kavinsky in the pig and adam is like dude no there is like 5 people in here we weigh too much and ronan goes: “noah doesn’t count” “Hey!” “You’re dead!” i love these nerds

- Gansey: “am I in your dreams?” Ronan: “Oh yes, baby” i hate him jsjksksk

- “Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too” #gay

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anonymous asked:

Vhenan, the first time I fell in love with you I thought you'd break up because I choose to keep the vallaslin. That ruined me. My heart is still broken.

It was never about the Vallaslin… Not the reason why I brought to Crestwood, nor the ending of our relationship. It was about what we were, and who I was, and wasn’t. 

You could say it was cowardice. I’d say it was selfishness. A heart dreaming bigger than the brain. Not one but many moments of weakness. Too many. All my fault. 

I am sorry. I did not deserve your heart when it was intact and I do not deserve a single of the scattered, broken shards of it now. Nor do I think I could put them together, even though I feel like I’d happily bloody my hands with innumerable cuts in an unending, futile attempt at mending it. Piece by piece. 

 In the end, what matters is that you deserve better. 


Loved you first

Request: i dont know if you’re taking request but would be awesome if one day you make an imagine of a love triangle between the reader, theo and brett talbot, love your imagines💕

A/N: I decided to write this imagine based on the song “Loved You First” by One Direction. Hope you enjoy!!

Pairings: Theo X Reader X Brett

Word Count: 909 words 

Brett’s POV

Girl, that should be me driving to your house,
Knocking on your door, kissing you on the mouth,
Holding on your hand, dancing in the dark
‘Cause I was the only one who loved you from the start.

Me and Y/N have been best friends since childhood, we went to same elementary school. When we reached primary school her parents decided to move to Beacon Hills, the place we lived is close to Beacon Hills and our families were friends so we met very often.

But that soon changed when we were in high school, all the studying, partying and all other reasons made us so busy that we hardly met, we drifted apart, though we occasionally chatted and called each other.

Anyway, I was visiting Beacon Hills because of some supernatural related stuff, I’ve been staying here for few days now, and this trip made me dumbfounded. Y/N was dating Theo Raeken.

Currently we were all in Scott’s house, he was throwing a party. Almost everyone from the school came. Everyone’s dancing, drinking, chatting and having fun but here I am holding a drink, eyes fixed on Y/N, who’s currently dancing with Theo.

Theo whispered something in her ear and she started laughing, God, how beautiful she looked.

“Uh guys, I’ll head home now, Theo’s driving me so see ya all later!” Y/N said after.

“Okay, good night.” Lydia smiled and everyone bid them goodbye.

But now when I see you with him it tears my world apart.

I smiled weakly at her. I couldn’t help but imagine, that’d should been me.

Because I’ve been waiting
All this time to finally say it
But now I see your heart’s been taken
And nothing could be worse.
Baby, I loved you first.

We were at Liam’s place, discussing a plan to survive the next attack in Beacon Hills. 

“That’s it for today guys.” Scott concluded.

“Let’s order some takeouts.” Malia said.

“Yes!!” We all said. 

“Hey, Y/N you forgot your best friend seems like.” I pouted.

“No way Brett, c’mere.” She replied patting the seat beside her on the couch, Theo was sitting on her other side, gripping her waist.

I sat there and we began to talk.

“Babe I will be right back, I need to ask Stiles something.” Theo said to Y/N before getting up. He gave Y/N a small kiss on the forehead and left.

“You seem really happy.” I said to Y/N.

“Yeah, I’m the luckiest ya know, he’s such an amazing guy, and the only best thing in my life right now.” She said having a big grin on her face.

I smiled at her softly, seeing her happy makes me happy, cheesy I know, but it’s how it is. Though I wish that was me who owned her heart.

Had my chances,
Could have been where he is standing.
That’s what hurts the most.
Girl, I came so close
But now you’ll never know,
Baby, I loved you first.

I always wanted to confess my love to Y/N, especially from the time we were in high school, I even had few chances but I chickened out at the last moment every time. I was scared of her reply and didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

I wish I told her how I feel, now she’ll never know. I just watched as Theo came back and cuddled Y/N.

I never understood what love was really like
But I felt it for the first time looking in your eyes.

Each passing day I felt my heart break more, I know I should be happy for her, but it pained me seeing her with someone else. 

I still remember the first time when I realized she was the one, I was helping her learn how to ice-skate, during our break before high school,  I saw her nervously learning, afraid to fall. I assured her many times I will not let that happen, after that the smile she gave me made me weak in my knees.

Y/N is….

First girl who made me feel like this 
Heartbreak, it’s killing me,
I loved you first – why can’t you see?

I guess I have to just accept the reality and continue loving her secretly and making sure that she’s always happy. Theo is the luckiest guy ever.

Currently me, Theo and Liam were in the woods, trying to find any clue about any new threat.

“I’ll check the place by the lake,” Liam said to us.

“Good idea.” Theo nodded, after Liam left, Theo and I began our search,

“You really love her, don’t you?” Theo suddenly said.

I was taken aback,”what are you talking about?”

“Your love for Y/N.” He said.

“Is it that obvious?” I replied trying to pretend I’m busy looking for a clue, but in reality I just wanted to end the discussion of this topic.

“Yes,” Theo mumbled.

“Do you love her?” I asked Theo.

“A lot, she makes me the happiest.” He said fondly.

“You’re really lucky you know that?”

He smiled.

“But don’t you dare ever hurt her, I will make you suffer if you do.” I warned him.

“Never, I would rather die.”

That guy sure do love Y/N a lot, but above all the biggest regret I will have is she’ll never know I loved her first.

one of those days

Angst for @rengenano ❤️


It’s been one of those days.

One of those days thoughts of you trickle through the cracks.

I call into work.

I’d be no help to anyone today.

I don’t realize I’ve been crying until my pillow is wet.

My heart aches.

The blood it pumps through me is cold.

There’s no reason to leave the bed.

It smells like you.

I’ve washed the sheets so many times.

I threw away your pillow.

You’re still here.

I can still feel you behind me.

And hear you snore.

I can’t look in the mirror.

The freckles you traced with yours fingers.

The stars you claimed to see in my eyes.

I don’t worry about the smile you loved so much.

I haven’t seen that in months.

But the tattoo of your name below my collarbone.

It hurts more now than it did the day I got it.

The cat still looks for you.

I think I do too, even when I don’t realize it.

I can’t read today.

Or watch TV.

I can’t open my laptop.

There is nothing that doesn’t remind me of you.

I don’t dare touch myself.

Not anymore.

No matter how hard I try, I see your face when I come.

I see you, looking at me like you were memorizing my face.

Like YOU were the lucky one.

Like you loved me.

Oh, God, that’s what you said.

Over and over like a fucking mantra.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

And I believed you.

That’s the worst part.

Even now.

Eight months later.

There’s a part of me that only comes out on days like this.

It says you did.

It says you meant it each and every time.

But I don’t listen.

Because that part of me is a liar.

Just like you.

Years ago, it convinced me to let my guard down.

To be your friend.

To be more than your friend.

To let you into my heart when I was so adamant that you were going to break it.

And you did.

Millions of crystalline shards.

Like fiberglass.

Digging into my skin.

Under my eyelids.

Coating my throat.

Embedded in my lungs.

A constant, miserable, reminder of you.

And how I loved you.

God help me, I did.

Even when you ruined everything.

Not just our life together.

Not just the home we built.

But my favorite movie.

My favorite song.

My favorite part of the city.

Things I showed you.

Thing I shared with you.

But you left.

You FUCKING left.

And everything you touched.

Everything you saw.

Everything I shared with you.

Everything that made you smile.


I wish I could be mad.

I wish I could hate you.

And sometimes I tell myself I do.

But when I wake up from a nightmare, I reach for you in the dark.

But there’s nothing.

Just an empty space.

The size and shape of you.

One of many in this house.

I curl into a ball.

I try not to think about all the times you wrapped yourself around me, long limbs enveloping me completely.

I hurt everywhere.

I try not to think about how you would tirelessly massage any part of me with the slightest ache.

I close my eyes and wait for this to pass like it always did before.

But before was different.

Before, all I had to do was wait for you to come home.

You’d sit with me in the dark, running your cool fingers through my hair.

Down the nape of my neck.

Over any exposed skin.

You would assure me everything would be alright.

But it’s not.

Assure me that you’d be here.

Be with me.

But you’re not.

I take a picture of the cat.

Curled up where your pillow used to be.

I send it to you.

And get an error message.

Your phone, battery long dead, in the bottom drawer of the nightstand.

Exactly where it’s sat since the day of your funeral.

I hate these days.

i wear insecurity as a second skin.

as a child i was constantly told that i wasn’t enough / my brain and body always a topic open for debate / i forged friendships that should not be named friendships / they were so toxic i’m surprised i survived without chemical burns.

i am still salvaging the ruins of my self-esteem / long thought abandoned in an empty churchyard / an overgrown graveyard haunted with the voices of girls who never made it out / i have always been inches away from following in their footsteps.

when i was a teen girl a thing like an ego was unworldly / all my laughs were make believe / my future, a haze of days striving for some kind of peace. 

have you ever heard the sound a tear drop makes against concrete already damp with salt from another girl’s eyes? / it sounds like a heart breaking / like a bird mourning because it forgot it ever knew how to fly / society strips us of our wings / before we even know what a feather is / we miss the weight of them / without ever knowing why.



Originally posted by thugshawn

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 919

A/N: Relevant to the Grammy’s happening soon… anon requested: “can you do an imagine where y/n stutters and she and shawn are at a red carpet event and an interviewer is rude about her stutter and shawn defends her?” I hope this is okay! X


I can feel my heart pounding as we pull up to the venue, my attention drawn to a long line of red carpet that seems like it never ends. Shawn grabs my hand, squeezing it gently, before giving me a comforting smile. “You’re going to do great, Y/N. Just act like you’re talking to me and me only.” He says, never taking his eyes off mine. I smile weakly and nod at him before bringing his hand up to my mouth and kissing it. The door is opened as we come to a complete stop. I step out of the car as my red dress falls out behind me. The lace detail of my dress is perfectly shaped to my collarbones. My stomach is doing flips and I can feel my throat getting dry. I hope I look okay.

Everywhere I look, there’s a different and extravagant gown, worn by the most beautiful women. They make me feel as if I’m a thirteen year old in a club, the feeling of misplacement is overwhelmingly real. I hold Shawn’s hand slightly tighter as he looks at me, a little concerned. “You look so beautiful…” He says to me quietly, he nose nuzzled in my hair to ensure I’m the only one who hears him. I shy away, only for his hot breath to return to my hair. “I mean it. You’re the most amazing girl here, Y/N.” I look up at him as his eyes sparkle from the camera flashes beside us. “Shawn! Shawn! Shawn Mendes!” A television reporter yells. Shawn looks at me once more before guiding me over to the reporter.

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7 months after you said it was over I still want to talk to you.
Whenever something good happens to me I want to tell you about it.
I want to tell you about how I hate math, and I still need your help.
How I’m still not used to not having my brother around.
How my mother told me I was who ruined her life.
How so many people have seen my writing.

But I hate you. And I still need your help getting through that. But I wouldn’t hate you if you were still here.
And I’m not used to not having you around either.
You’re the one who ruined my life. You ruined me.
And so many people wouldn’t have seen my writing if you hadn’t left, because you’re the reason I write.

You were one of the greatest things that had ever happened to me but also one of the worst.

I wouldn’t be broken if I hadn’t known you, but I also wouldn’t be a writer either.

So thank you I guess. Because even though you completely changed me, it doesn’t always have to be bad.

—  Thank you for breaking me.
Not Again - Jack Maynard

Request: Could you write one where y/n and jack aren’t together but are best friends. And they are both players. They then see jacks ex and y/n helps jack by pretending to be his girlfriend by dancing and kissing him but then they realise they both are love each other xo

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: Okay, so I kind of didn’t reference the fact that they were both players because I feel like I’ve done that storyline quite a bit for Jack so I didn’t want to repeat myself. But, I still really like this Imagine and I hope you do too! :)


“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” You yelled to Jack, over the music of the club. “You know shots make me crazy.”

“Crazy (y/n) is my favourite (y/n).” He said, laughing. You rolled your eyes at Jack’s attempt to get you drunk before smacking your shot against his and taking it.

You and Jack have been best friends ever since you could remember. Pre-school, elementary and high school, you two were two peas in a pod and refused to do anything without each other. So when Jack decided he was moving to London, he thought it was only fair to bring you along for the journey. No, you didn’t live together but you lived in the same building so technically, you guys were roommates.

“I love this song!” You said, grabbing Jack and pulling him from the bar to the dance floor.

You two joined the rest of the group and danced along to the Weeknd. The night was going perfectly until she walked in. Her stupid blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stood out from the crowd and you could see every guy turn in her direction…including Jack.

“Holy shit…” You heard him say. “I haven’t seen her in years…”

“Jack,” She said, as she pushed her way through the crowd. “Funny seeing you here.” 

You stood there and watched as she placed a kiss on his cheek. You knew he was losing it inside and he was totally unsure of how to act. This was the only girl who had ever captured Jack’s heart and managed to break it within two years. She’s the reason he’s on a single binge. You knew you couldn’t let her snake her way back in and ruin him for a second time.

“Taylor, it’s good to see you again.” You said, sarcastically as you placed your hand in Jack’s. You watched as Jack looked over at you confused but he stayed quiet.

“I was waiting for this day.” Taylor said, looking at your hands. “I always knew there was something between you two. Guess my instincts were right.”

Throughout the night, you found Jack looking around the club for Taylor and you couldn’t help but get more and more angry about it. Sure, he had been dancing with you and going along with your cues but you knew in the back of his mind, there was Taylor.

“You’re quiet.” Jack said, as you two reached your building.

“Why her?” You asked. You never really understood why Jack had such intense feelings for Taylor…she wasn’t anything special. “Why Taylor?”

“Because she reminded me of someone I couldn’t have.” He explained, reaching into the fridge and opening another beer.


“You.” You stood in the middle of Jack’s living room and stared at the boy, sitting on his couch, drinking his beer. He looked towards the ground and let out a sigh. “Why’d you act like that tonight?”

“Because she hurt the one person I always wanted and there was no way in hell I’d stand back and watch her do it again.” You said, sitting next to him.

You took the beer from his hands, placed it down on the coffee table and took his hands in yours.

“I only ever wanted you.” Jack whispered, as he brought his face closer to yours. You could feel his breath on your lips but you hesitated to close the gap. “I love you.” He said, placing his hand on the back of your head and finally connecting his lips with yours.

Fucked Up

Summary: Ian regrets breaking up with Mickey, so he does something about it.

Word Count: 887

Notes: I feel like this request was in my inbox forever, so sorry if it took so long!

Ian was pacing back and forth in his living room. He currently wanted to scream or rip his hair out. “How fucking stupid could I be to break up with Mickey? How fucking stupid am I?” Ian asked Debbie. He was literally on the verge of going off the deep end.

Debbie’s heart broke at her distressed brother, but at the same time she was glad to see him actually feeling something for once. She frowned at the sight; he was right though, it was a fucking idiotic move of him to break up with Mickey. “Ian, you’re head wasn’t on straight. For God’s sake, you were with Monica right before you did that so obviously you’re mind was in the wrong,” she said in a kind voice.

The tall redhead shook his head. “Fucking Monica always ruining everything— no, no, she’s a psycho, but this is my fault,” he said. “I- I gotta do something, Debs. I gotta do something, but I don’t know what to fucking do!” His head was now in his hands, but his was still rapidly walking around the house.

“Okay, seeing you like this is better than seeing you all emotionless and shit, but fucking grow a set and call him or go see him. You love each other, it’s not like you won’t get back together,” she said causing Ian to relax a little, but he suddenly tensed back up. “What now?”

Ian’s eyes were wide. “Fuck. He told me he loved me and I didn’t say it back. Goddamnit!” He then took off out of the house, leaving Debbie alone and sort of thankful that Ian was there to talk her ear off anymore.

He ran as fast as he could to the Milkovich household. The sound of his feet pounded against the concrete and his heart thumping in his chest rang in his ears. He ran so quick that his legs burned, all because he needed to see Mickey, to let him know he loves him.

When Ian arrived to the house, he knocked on the door hard enough that Mickey would hear from his bedroom. After about twenty seconds of no one answering, Ian busted right in. He didn’t bother to say hello to Iggy, who was sitting on the couch with a blunt, instead he just stormed to his ex-boyfriend’s bedroom.

After pushing the door open, he saw Mickey laying in bed with a cigarette between his lips, a gun in his hand, and beer cans surrounding him. Ian looked from where the gun was to the wall, which had plenty of holes in it. It’s heart dropped a little at the sight, he couldn’t stand that he put Mickey in this pain.

Mickey noticed Ian’s presence and shrugged. “What the fuck do you want, Gallagher?”

“Mickey, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, I fucked up.” Ian walked closer, but when Mickey turned his head away he stopped.

The Milkovich boy snorted. “Didn’t fuckin’ seem like it when you were breaking up with me. Fucking asshole, all I wanted to fucking do was be there for you, and you made it damn clear you don’t want that,” he said and shot a round from the pistol. “Get out, Ian. There’s no point in you being here if you don’t want me.”

Ian’s face dropped more than it already was. “I want you. I need you. I’m sorry, Mickey, please. My head is just so fucked up and I don’t even realize what I’m doing anymore. Even though this is all on me, Monica put some crazy shit in my mind, and I couldn’t figure out right from wrong at the time. I was fucking wrong though, I shouldn’t have left you.”

Mickey shook his head, and shot the gun a second time since Ian’s been there. His facial features displayed anger, but his eyes looked sad. And like he is when something’s bothering him, he was silent.

“You said you love me,” Ian claimed. Mickey’s eyes widened and his shoulders tightened, and that was enough for Ian to know he meant it. “I love you.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” Mickey said with exasperation. There was an underlying pain in his voice that made Ian want to go wrap his arms around him.

Ian stepped forward again. “I love you,” he repeated. Mickey looked away, but now Ian was close enough to reach out for him. The redhead grabbed Mickey’s face and turned it towards him. “I fucking love you, Mickey,” he said for the third time.

Tears started to well in Mickey’s eyes. For a moment, he really thought Ian was done with him. Nearly absentmindedly, he threw his arms around the other boy and pulled him into a tight hug. “You mean it?”

Ian let out a breath of relief. “I mean it,” he said into Mickey’s neck.

A single tear rolled down Mickey’s cheek and into Ian’s hair. “I love you too,” he whispered. He had been waiting to hear that for months.

The redhead tightened his grip around Mickey. “I’m so fucking sorry I did that to you.”

“We’ll be okay,” Mickey said with a cracked voice. In reality though, it was the truth. Yes, it’ll be hard, but Ian Gallagher and Mickey Milkovich are in love, and nothing can change that.

Assist Me (Part 5)

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger.

Word Count: 1757

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Originally posted by caps-bucky

“You what?”

“I did,” Bucky rolled his eyes back in content. The memory of last night was fresh in his mind, and he wish he could relive the moment a million more times.

“I knew she liked you. It was so obvious,” Sam sneered.

“How?” Bucky was ecstatic to hear what Sam had to say. Although Sam proposed that you had liked him all this time, he still wanted to know what made him think so.

Sam stood up, grabbing a water bottle from the top his dresser. “She tried to act like she was uninterested whenever you were around. When you spoke, she had this small shy smile that she only got with you. I can’t read people that well but to me she was an open book. Definitely wears her heart on her sleeve.”

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Harry Styles - Rich Girl Imagine

[Thank you to you and your friend! Enjoy and I AM SO SORRY IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR. I’M A FAILURE!]

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One day

Request:  Hi darling. Could you do an Enzo imagine? Like super fluffy and cuddly. Just a day without vamp drama

You woke up and yawned, stretching out, and rolled onto your side. You smiled at the sight of Enzo lying next to you still; usually he would be long gone by the time you woke up, off to deal with whatever the latest threat to Mystic Falls was with the rest of your friends. You enjoyed the rare moment to admire his sleeping features, completely peaceful for once. A few moments passed before a smile crept onto his own face. “G’morning, love,” he said softly before opening his eyes.

“Hey sleepyhead,” you replied. “What time do you call this?”

He chuckled, raising a hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes. “This is the first lie-in I’ve had in months, leave me be.” 

“I’m not complaining, it was nice to have you actually here for once when I woke up. Although, that does mean someone is going to have to get up to make the coffee.”

“No, not yet,” whined Enzo, and you glanced across at him with a smirk. “Are you doing anything today?”

“No, are you?”
“Noe, I’m all yours for once. Therefore, there’s no rush. I’m perfectly happy right here for the time being.”

You had sat up earlier in your conversation, and now slowly lay back down. “Well, I suppose if you insist, I could spare a little of my precious time to stay with you a bit longer.” 

“I am eternally grateful,” he replied. “C’mere,” murmured Enzo, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer to him, so your head rested lightly against his chest.

“We should do this more often,” you mumbled from where you had buried your head against the covers to keep warm.

“Believe me love, if it was up to me we would. But then again if we did, the town would probably have burnt down months ago.”

“Of course, it’s only our contribution that keeps hundreds of people alive,” you teased. 

“Why, of course. What do you actually want to do today? Assuming we aren’t planning on spending the entire day in bed.”
“Oh damn, that’s my hopes dashed. But no, I don’t mind. It would just be nice to spend some time with you, I feel like we hardly see each other anymore.”

“Ditto, love. C’mon, let’s get some breakfast,” he suggested. You pulled a face at him.

“But I’ve just got cosy and it’s so coldddd,” you whined, sticking out your bottom lip. He raised an eyebrow as he clambered out of bed, pulling a t-shirt on over his bare chest. Shaking his head at how wrapped around your finger he was, he wrapped you up in the duvet and scooped you up. You laughed as you were raised off the bed and Enzo started to walk downstairs. That is, until you reached the actual stairs.

“Enzo, put me down! You’re gonna fall!”
“I won’t Y/N, I promise. Live a little,” he joked. Your arms were completely bundled up in the duvet so you couldn’t even cling to him, so instead you closed your eyes tightly shut. 

“You better not, Lorenzo. It would ruin our chilled out day if I break both my legs before we’ve even made it outside!”
“Hmm, I suppose it would.” Then, smirking, he dropped you at the top of the stairs. For a moment you hung in thin air, your heart in your mouth, before he vamp-speeded to the bottom and caught you. You breathed in deeply in an attempt to catch your breath.

“Don’t ever do that again! I’m pretty sure my entire life just flashed before my eyes.” 

“Well, I thought you still seemed a bit sleepy. It woke you up, didn’t it?” 

“There’s easier ways to do that, like coffee,” you muttered under your breath.

Gods and Monsters | Negan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, FLUFF, Pre!Apocalypse, Mentions of vomit, Sad OOC Negan (Sorry)

Words: 1,973

Summary: Set in the pre!apocalypse and post!apocalypse. The reader is with Negan and they live out their lives, Negan is constantly stressed out but the reader is the only thing he has that makes him truly happy. Until one day the apocalypse breaks out whilst he’s at work, he has to understand what is happening and find the reader. However, overtime Negan changes - Will the reader still be able to see the same man she fell in love with so many years ago?

A/N: This is something I’ve always wanted to do but I’m only now getting round to it. If this is something people would like as a series then please tell me and I’ll carry this on! i’ve been writing this for a few days because I wanted to make sure it was good enough to post. I ALSO HAD TO CHANGE HOW THE OUTBREAK HAPPENED FOR THE PURPOSE OF THE STORY!

Negan is super OOC in this because it’s before the apocalypse and I wanted their to be a massive contrast!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

He’s such a fucking troubled kid. I just feel for him, you know? His mother doesn’t seem to give a shit about him and all he’s ever wanted is to feel important to her.” Negan said as he was resting against the headboard watching you take off your makeup, “He asked me if I could do anything about the situation but all I could say was no - unless he wanted the authorities involved.” 

Putting down your makeup wipes you turned to him and walked over to where he was. You sat next to him which made his head turn, “It’s not your fault babe.” You didn’t know what say to him to make him feel even a little bit better. You knew this was happening to the boy but you didn’t know that it deeply affected Negan the way he was showing you now. 

Sorry for ruining your night.” He sighed.

Your heart breaking into a million pieces, you rubbed your thumb slightly on his cheek and shook your head, “You would never ruin my night, okay?” 

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vaylina: legit his character and Rorys were ruined the most in the revival. It hurts my heart. They deserved better.

I continue to feel really baffled by the weird sense that all of the main characters that were teenagers in the original series were somehow doomed to living the parts of their parents’ lives that horrified them the most as youngins. Like the narrative was punishing them or something. It was very bizarre.

  • Rory, who wanted a fulfilling career and to make her family proud more than anything: unplanned pregnancy with no clear career path in life
  • Logan, who wanted to break free from the Huntzberger family burden and follow his own path to success and happiness: trapped working for his dad’s company and marrying for family prestige even though he loves someone else (the same someone else who gave him the strength to defy his family in the original series in the first place)
  • Paris, who suffered through such a loveless home life: going through an ugly divorce (and with someone she used to love so much and have such a strong bond with; whyyy!), having her kids parented by a nanny and feeling distant from them
  • Lane, who (quite similarly to Logan, in a way) wanted more than anything to break free and not live the rigid life her mom originally envisioned for her: Mostly seems like she’s doing well and I’m glad that she and Zach were doing some public music-playing, but WHY THE HELL was she working at her mom’s shop, wearing the coat & everything? Why didn’t we ever get more information about what was going on there? (If she was just helping out because her mom was busy that day or something, for example, I’d get it.) Like, if Lane had been working honest-to-God anywhere else in Stars Hollow, my soul would know a truer peace. Why couldn’t she have been working at the music shop, at least?? (You cannot ask me to believe that she truly just spends all her days working at the antique shop; please don’t ask me to believe it.)
  • Jess, who [admittedly in a ‘someone’s projecting!’ way] thought Luke was pathetic for pining for Lorelai for years with no indication that she reciprocated those feelings: apparently pining for Rory forevermore even though they hadn’t seen each other for at least four years prior to the revival for some baffling reason (except in this case, unlike L/L, there’s no indication in the revival that Rory is romantically interested in him back)

I just don’t get what message this was supposed to convey – it’s dumb to have dreams and try to break free of the things that held you back and become your own person, even though that very theme was so central to these kids’ arcs all throughout the original series (not to mention LORELAI’S a.k.a. THE VERY BEATING HEART OF THE ENTIRE SHOW)?? – and the more you think about it, the more it feels so mean-spirited toward the characters, all of whom I love dearly. My heart hurts for them.

When I was your man

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

Summary: Calum has lost the love of his life and he writes her one last letter. 

A/N: Right now I’m just posting my old pieces, but If any of you are triggered by angsty one shots, you probably shouldn’t read this…  Also, it’s written over Bruno Mars’ song, if any of you were wondering xx.

Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now

Our song on the radio, but it don’t sound the same

 ”Dear Y/N.

I don’t really know why I’m writing you this letter, or if you’re even going to read this, because even though it was never my intention, I hurt you. And I can’t tell you how sorry I am. And I know that it’s selfish of me, sending you this letter and offering you my heart when all I ever did was breaking yours, but without you I am weak and I don’t know how to be strong again without you by my side. Without waking up to your beautiful sleeping face every morning, because the bed that we bought together when you moved in feels too big now that you’re not here, even though I always complained there wasn’t enough space for two in it.

I just really miss you, you know? I miss your weird laugh, your soft hair between my fingers, the cute little eskimo kisses we shared late at night, the way you nuzzled up to my chest when you were tired after a long day at college and all the times we drove in your old car, our song came on the radio and you started singing on the top of your lungs, even though it sounded really bad, and we just felt so alive. But most of all, I miss the way you made me feel. The calmness that floated through my veins when I was in your presence made me feel at home, no matter where I was. And I know it sounds fucking sappy and cliché, but Y/N you are my home, and now that you’re not mine anymore, it feels like I’m aching for something that will never come my way again: your love. However, missing you for the rest of my life and watching you with another man is better than being with someone else, because no one compares to you. Not even a single bit.”

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