“I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”
“I can’t fall in love with you. I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”
“My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”
“I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”
“I regret it all. I really do, I swear. Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”
“Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”
“I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”
“The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”
“I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”
“Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”
“This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on. You never caught on. I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”
“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”
“Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”
“Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”
“It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly. It was just like… Morphine.”
“You’re just not enough anymore.”
“It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”
“Ah, it was all my fault. Wasn’t it?”
“To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”
“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”
“You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”
“Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”
“I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”
“This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”
“I couldn’t make you fall in love with me. I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”
“Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”
“To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”
“I know I deserve better than you. I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”
“All of this was to protect myself.”
“I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”
“I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”
“Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”
“Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”
“The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”
“We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”
“What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”
“I’ll let you down. I will always let you down. I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”
“Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”
“I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”
“I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”
“I can’t forget about him/her! It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”
“The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying. He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”
“Listen… You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried. He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please. Give me what I deserve.”
“It would have been better if we never met.”
“You’re my regret.”
“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”
“Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”
“This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”
“Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love. How pathetic.”
I’ve changed my username “Cutiepiemarzia” to “Marzia” just because I’ve been doing this for 5 years, and when I started, Felix decided the name for me, because I didn’t speak English that well, and he thought it was nice. But then I figured out that it actually meant something, the “cutiepie” bit, and I didn’t really like it… I just decided to go with Marzia, because that’s my name, I love it, and I think that’s enough. I don’t think anything attached to it makes the diffrence. I prefer as just simply “Marzia”. / December Notes
Magnus was in a good mood. Scratch that. He was in an excellent mood. After two of the most busiest months in his life–and considering how long he’s lived, that’s saying a lot–he finally got time off. Time off to see old friends, go hunting for new books and clothes, and time to finally hook up with Alexander.
And so, he began operation get Alexander to know just how badly he wanted to get into his pants. Except the thrill of the chase was in being subtle about it.
“Alexander,” Magnus called out one morning, just as Alec was about to head out. He ran an appreciative eye over the fitted black tee and jeans Alec had on. Alec had been training intensely every day and was at the moment ,unaware that his clothes were starting to stretch across his body showing every defined curve and muscle. Magnus of course was thankful for Alec’s disdain for shopping. It meant he would be able to enjoy ogling his boyfriend for even longer, until Alec finally decided to go shopping and got new clothes, unfortunately.
“Magnus,” Alec called and Magnus realized that he’d zoned out for quite a bit. “Is something wrong?”
Magnus shook his head. “No. I was just wondering. If I told you that you had a beautiful body,” he grinned “would you hold it against me?”
Alec’s forehead furrowed. “Of course not. You say it all the time. Why would I feel offended?”
And with that his slightly dim boyfriend walked out of the house, shoulders straight and mind already on whatever the hell he was planning on doing that day.
I feel so stupid now, thinking we were something we could never be. I opened myself up, offered myself up to you on a silver platter, when all this time you never wanted it. I was so blinded by the stars in my eyes that I didn’t see the signs. No matter what you said, no matter what you did that I thought meant something,
It all meant nothing to you.
and that’s the realisation that is hardest to get over.
Lin Manuel x Reader Words: 1132 Request: could you maybe do a lin x reader, where reader
plays eliza and performs burn the night after they found out their s/o cheated
on them and actually cries on stage and lin comforts them bc he’s in love with
the reader and hates to see them hurt and it’s really super fluffy,,, bc
whenever i hear burn i start crying and i need some lin fluff
i’m sorry i’m so mopey i’m just sick of losing all my friends, especially the ones who i thought i meant something to. I’m staying up for a while tonight. I’m quite tired, but my friend really wants anthony to notice her letter so i’m staying up for her. i’m going to do quite a bit of writing to pass the time, because i haven’t posted in a while and i feel bad for not doing so. I’m going to get back to normal hopefully. I just have one more week of school and then i’ll have time to myself.
thankyou all for sticking with me even if i’m super whiny and boring. requests are open, take care of yourselves friends x
Everyone seemed to sense that something was off when you
walked into the Richard Rodgers. Your earphones fitted securely over your ears,
cutting you off from the rest of the cast. Your usually vibrant eyes were puffy,
and slightly red. The smile that usually appeared when you got to work was nowhere
to be found. You tried your best to act normal, but it was hard. You felt
terrible, alone and betrayed. You were hurt, and you had no one.
When you found out that your partner had cheated on you, the
world around you collapsed. The light in your life was gone. You were living
out of a suitcase on your friend’s couch, and the couch was as hard as stone.
You hadn’t slept since you found out. You were running on coffee and the
knowledge that you had a show to complete.
You flinched when you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.
You slowly pulled off your headphones, turning. You smiled weakly at Lin,
putting your bag down.
“Are you okay?” Lin asked. You nodded slowly.
“Yeah, things are just a bit rough at the moment. I’m fine,
honestly,” You croaked, ignoring his concerned gaze. His eyes studied your
movements carefully, he gently pulled you into a hug.
“Just remember, we’re a family. If there’s anything going on
and we can help, let us know,” Lin said, rubbing your back. You shivered at his
“I… I will. Thank you,” You whispered, pulling away from the
hug. “Ready for tonight, Hamilton?”
“Of course, best of wives and best of women,” Lin said,
smiling. “I’ll see you soon?”
“Yeah,” You replied quietly, picking up your bag again and
heading into the dressing rooms.
The show that night was hard. In Helpless, you weren’t even
half as lively as usual. You found it hard to feel something for Alexander as
Eliza when you felt nothing. In That Would Be Enough, you were flat. You had
dreams with your partner, you had planned to have children. You had planned for
Say No To This ruined your night. You had to leave side
stage and hide until the song was over. You couldn’t bare to watch. You knew
Jasmine was an angel and would never cheat on anyone, but… it hurt. You saw
your partner in them. You saw the betrayl. You saw the pain that you had been
feeling. For the first time, you saw history through Eliza’s eyes.
You watched from the wings as The Reynolds Pamphlet slowly
finished. You grabbed your lantern and paper, smiling weakly at Anthony who had
just come offstage. He gave you a supportive smile, standing back and letting
you enter the stage.
It was then that for the realisation hit again. There were
so many reasons that your partner could’ve cheated, which one was it? You
recalled the conversations in your head, the words of hatred towards you. The
love that you thought you had shared…
The tears slowly started to slip out of your eyes as you
sang. You felt vulnerable, sitting in the middle of a theatre filled with
people. You were sharing your experience with them, but they had no idea. You
took a deep breath, trying to snap out of it. The tears kept flowing down your
“I hope that you burn,” You sang quietly at the end of the
song, grabbing the lantern and exiting the stage.
You began to sob once your mic was turned off, trying to
compose yourself. Renee and Jasmine came running, pulling you into a group hug.
“That was the best I’ve ever heard you sing that song. We
all had goosebumps,” Renee whispered, wiping the mascara from under your eyes. “We
need to fix your makeup before you go back on.”
You nodded slowly, clinging to Renee weakly. “I… I’m sorry.
I should’ve told someone. I…”
“Told someone what?” Renee whispered, rubbing your back.
Jasmine pulled away from the hug, running to get some powder.
“They… they cheated. I have nowhere to stay, I haven’t slept
in so long…. I’m hurt,” You whispered. You jumped when you heard the shotgun
sound effect at the end of Blow Us All Away.
“We need to talk about this after,” Renee whispered,
grabbing the powder from Jasmine and quickly applying it over your tear tracks.
“Right now, you need to go witness your son dying.”
You laughed quietly, looking down at your dress. Your eyes
widened. “Crap!” You exclaimed, quickly stripping your dress off and stepping
into the other one. “Zip me up quick quick quick.”
Jasmine zipped up the dress, pushing you onto the stage. You
wrapped your arm around Anthony, letting out your remaining tears.
Once the show finished, you found that almost everyone was
hugging you and offering you a place to stay. After removing your makeup and
costume, you headed for the stage door, only to have Lin stop you.
“That was the best I’ve ever heard you sing (Y/N). That was
incredible,” Lin said, opening the door for you. You smiled politely, stepping
out into the streets of New York.
“I was just doing my best. Some of tonight wasn’t that
great, I’ll be honest with you. But it’s moments like these when you realise
how loving the theatre community really is. I don’t think I’ve ever received
that many hugs in my life!” You stated, smiling at the thought of the massive
group hug the cast had a few moments before.
“I love the theatre. I truly do. And I love everyone in it.
Tell me, where are you staying at the moment? I know you were living with your
partner…” Lin asked, shutting the stage door and walking along beside you.
“Friend’s couch. It’s not much, but it’s enough. I don’t have
any other choice,” You said, shrugging.
“I think you have plenty of choices. You know, I have a
friend with a bed that I’m sure he’d be willing to lend to you until you’re
back on your feet. I bet he’d even take the couch instead of you,” Lin stated,
avoiding your eyes. He looked at his feet, smiling.
“Your friend sounds amazing. Do I know them?” You asked.
“Well, yeah. You definitely do…” Lin started, trailing
off. He hesitated, before adding, “It’s me! I’m the friend!”
You laughed quietly. “That would be incredible Lin. But only
if you wanted to deal with my lack of sleep and happiness,” You said.
“Oh trust me, you don’t even know what a lack of sleep is
yet. When I was writing the show…”
You continued to walk home with Lin, happily listening to
his stories. The week that had started off roughly was ending well, and you
sure couldn’t wait to sleep in a real bed again.
Request from @bunnyboar : can u write about sherlock’s daughter? i love ur blog
A/N: Thank you so much! I hope you like it. x
That bastard. He dumped you in the most embarrassing way. You were in dinner with your best friend when Dylan walked up to you with his friends and he told you that he only went out with you because you were the daughter of Sherlock Holmes. He proceeded to tell you that you were not anything special and you disappointed him. This broke your heart. You thought you actually meant something but you only made people think of you as the daughter of a great detective. You loved your father dearly however you were not like him. You could not analyse someone in five seconds or deduce a crime scene. A disappointment. That was what you were. To yourself, John, Uncle Mycroft, your family, your other friends, and your own father.
You were walking home from school to 221B and you were wiping the tears from your eyes. The only personality trait you received from your father was his bad luck in love.
“Hello Y/N,” John said cheerily. He had just walked out of the flat and was shutting the door. His smile immediately turned into a frown as he saw your expression. “What is it?”
“Go away!” You yelled at him and flung open the door before storming into the flat. You loved John and he was like a second father to you but he was in the wrong place at the wrong time so he was met by your rage. You were wrong. You had also inherited your father’s fiery temper.
“Hello dear!” Said Mrs Hudson, who had just given Sherlock his tea. You gave her the silent treatment and went into your room. You didn’t even acknowledge your father.
You threw yourself down on your bed and cried into the sheets. At this point, you didn’t really care as much about the break up itself. You just hated the comments an assumptions made against you. You also hated the fact that you were a disappointment to your father. There was a knock at your door.
“Y/N,” Said your father.
“Y/N open the door.”
Again, there was no reply.
“Y/N! I will not ask you again.” He was getting mad now. You still refused to talk to him. He rolled his eyes. “Girl problems,” He muttered to himself before opening the door and sitting on the side of your bed.
“Go away,” You told him.
“No,” He replied.
“Dylan broke up with you and dumped you in an embarrassing way.”
“You are correct.”
“I always am. He wasn’t worth it. He’s an idiot and does not deserve you.”
You smiled and sat up. “I fucking hate him.”
He chuckled. “Apologise to Mrs Hudson and John.”
“Why? You’re always horrible to them.”
“Yes but that’s me. What else is it? Something else is bothering you.”
You sighed. “I’m not smart like you. I’m not talented and I’m just plain boring. I’m looked down upon for not being like you and I’m a disgrace. You’re disappointed with me. You hated it when I couldn’t deduce the crime scene. Don’t deny it because I saw the look on your face. You refused to take me on a case after that.”
He chuckled and then burst out into laughter.
“What?” You yelled at him.
“Oh my dear Y/N. How wrong you are. You are very smart despite the fact that you may not be able to deduce your way out of a paper bag.” You glared at him. “I wasn’t disappointed with you. I was surprised at first then I was happy. Happy that you were not like me. Everyone would hate it if you were like me. I’m horrible! I refused to take you on another case because I could see that you were upset with yourself. I didn’t want that to happen again. The only solution was to not take you. And I took you on many cases with me when you were a baby in a pram. Everyone else hated me for it. Look, if anyone has a problem with you then they will have to speak with me.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
“How could I hate you? You’re my daughter!” He pulled you into a hug. “I love you Y/N.”
Japanese artists are actually drawing DB doujinshi where they mention/imply that Goku was surprised that Trunks kissed Mai IN PUBLIC and that Goku has never kissed Chichi IN PUBLIC. That was the whole ~joke~. That Vegeta thought Goku had never done it AT ALL when Goku meant something different and that being married had nothing to do with it, because kissing in public isn’t all that common in Japan even for married couples.
But yeah. Western fans are still spreading that mistranslation around like it’s wildfire acting like it’s canon when in reality - newsflash - it is not.
The first line in the movie, spoken by Newt is “Settle down, Dougal, it won’t be long.” We hear an agitated Dougal from inside the case. You might have thought Newt meant something like “we’re almost at the dock.” Buuut… he meant something else.
It JUST occurred to me that Dougal was agitated because he was waiting for the final Occamy egg to hatch. Dougal had taken a maternal role over the Occamies. The Occamy egg was in Newt’s pocket so he could keep an eye on it as it hatched (which is how he dropped it in the bank). When Newt said “It won’t be long” he was talking about the soon-to-hatch Occamy, which did, indeed, hatch shortly after.
that Baz ’ I’m about to attack ’ face is actually his ’ I’m about to kiss you ’ face & he has been doing it so many times over the years that Simon k n o w s it he just thought it meant something different