why do i go here all alone

anonymous asked:

Baku, do you have a favourite line or quote from Lost?

my favourite line of all is ‘to remember, and to let go’ and the scene that it comes from is my ultimate favourite, i doodle this passage on every piece of paper i can get my hands on;

Christian Shephard: This is a place that you… that you all made together so that you could find one another. The most important part of your life was the time that you spent with these people on that island. That’s why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone, Jack. You needed all of them, and they needed you.

Jack Shephard: For what?

Christian Shephard: To remember. And to… let go.

♡angsty/suggestive sentence starters♡

send me a number and a character/ship and i’ll write it! 

  1. “why do you always have to be such an asshole?
  2. “if you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, i can think of a few ways to make you shut up.”
  3. “is there any reason as to why you’re getting drunk on a tuesday afternoon?
  4. “i just don’t want to think for a while.”
  5. “say it again.”
  6. “don’t lie to me.”
  7. “i’m sick of being treated like this.”
  8. “i didn’t mean it like that, and you know it!”
  9. “so this is it?”
  10. “i don’t want to go to bed angry.”
  11. “don’t touch me.”
  12. “i’m pretty good at providing distractions.”
  13. “i’m not saying i want a threesome- but i wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
  14. “just sit down and let me take care of you.”
  15. “is that- blood?”
  16. “i just want to help you relax.”
  17. “does that feel good?”
  18. “i don’t love you anymore.”
  19. “i loved you. past tense.”
  20. “stop lying!”
  21. “jealousy isn’t cute on you.”
  22. “don’t call me ‘princess,’ asshole.”
  23. “i deserve better.”
  24. “you deserve better.”
  25. “you make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.”
  26. “you left your underwear back at my place.”
  27. “you just broke the last bit of trust i had in you.”
  28. “i hope you’re happy.”
  29. “does that line ever work?”
  30. “you’re the best i’ve ever had.”
  31. “is that all you’ve got?”
  32. “hit me!”
  33. “tell me this is a dream.”
  34. “let’s keep this between the two of us.”
  35. “is that my shirt?”
  36. “why do you even care?”
  37. “i’m sick of being ‘the other girl/guy.’”
  38. “you love her/him.”
  39. “can you take it?”
  40. “i’m not going to break.”
  41. “we’re not just friends. you know that.”
  42. “friends don’t get each other off.”
  43. “it’s over- and it’s for real this time.”
  44. “i’m not that flexible!”
  45. “you don’t scare me.”
  46. “it’s okay, i’m here.”
  47. “you’re not alone. you never were.”
  48. “i’m in love with you but i don’t want you to hurt me.”
  49. “it’s complicated.”
  50. “you’re the only one.”
Camren at a Couple Therapy
  • Therapist: So let's start by-
  • Camila: I have questions for you...
  • Therapist: That's a good start. Camila go ahead.
  • Camila: Do you care?
  • Lauren: Of course I do! When I wake up all alone. And I'm thinking of your skin I remember, I remember what you told me.
  • Camila: Then why did you leave me here to burn?
  • Therapist: Okay maybe we should start with a less intense conversation. Lauren do you want to say something?
  • Lauren: She's never listening, she says it's innocent. She doesn't let me have control anymore.
  • Camila: What are you talking about? I gave you all of me. My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears.
  • Lauren: Well, I'm tired. I must've crossed a line, I must've lost my mind.
  • Camila: I was there Lauren, I was there, when no one was.
  • Lauren: I know. I miss the memories replaying in my head.
  • Camila: And your voice, it was the most familiar sound but it sounds so dangerous to me now.
  • Lauren: I'm sorry you have to feel that way. I miss the thought of a forever, you and me.
  • Camila: But now you're gone and I'm here. Is it my fault? How do I fix it?
  • Therapist: Time is up! What a productive session. I'll see you both next Wednesday. Great progress Camren!

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode four - git gone

  • ❝ d’ya mind ?
  • ❝ best drinks have self defining names. you order a manhattan, god knows what you’re gonna get, but you order a gin and tonic, a jack and coke, it’s not just a name. it’s a command. ❞
  • ❝ how long you’ve been working here for
  • ❝ ooh, that’s bad luck. ❞
  • ❝ don’t do it. ❞
  • ❝ i was waiting for you. ❞
  • ❝ why’d you help me ?
  • ❝ you’re really not very good at this; i saw you coming a mile off. ❞
  • ❝ are you trying to recruit me ?
  • ❝ you could be a world class thief. ❞
  • ❝ you look like you could get anything you want just by asking for it. ❞
  • ❝ what d’ya say, huh
  • ❝ hang on a minute. i’m sorry. ❞
  • ❝ i owe you one. i feel beholden. ❞
  • ❝ let me buy you a drink. ❞
  • ❝ let’s go somewhere. ❞
  • ❝ so you are a thief. ❞
  • ❝ the weak spot, see ––– all you need is one. and it’s usually people’s attention. ❞
  • ❝ show me. ❞
  • ❝ oh, god. ten years, and [ … ] has NEVER looked at me like that. ❞
  • ❝ there’s a lesson in there somewhere. ❞
  • ❝ my grandma always had cats. she said that they could see ghosts when we can’t, and warn you of thieves. ❞
  • ❝ do you ever worry about what will happen if you keep stealing
  • ❝ do you believe in the afterlife
  • ❝ all i know is there’s more than i know. ❞
  • ❝ yeah, i think that might sound wiser than it is. ❞
  • ❝ when you die, you rot. it’s a fixed system. physics doesn’t take sundays off. ❞
  • ❝ my parents believed in everything. father, son, holy ghost, spirit filled and full of the light of god. they taught me all of it, chapter and verse. ❞
  • ❝ i went to bed every night in a world full of magic where anything was possible. ❞
  • ❝ it’s like everything that made the world anything more than what it is is just –– stories. like snake oil. but worse, because snakes are real. ❞
  • ❝ i wanted to get that magic back so bad, but one day i just accepted the fact that i couldn’t, because life is just not that interesting. ❞
  • ❝ don’t look at me like that. ❞
  • ❝ the fun is just getting started. ❞
  • ❝ i could teach you to fight. ❞
  • ❝ hey, you want coffee ?
  • ❝ are we pregnant ?
  • ❝ what i’m about to say may sound irrational to you, but i have all sorts of rational reasons for saying it, and doing it. ❞
  • ❝ say it, and we’ll talk about whether or not you should do it. ❞
  • ❝ are we … discussing this, or are you telling ?
  • ❝ there’s some wiggle room. ❞
  • ❝ are you unhappy ? because i’m happy, okay, you make me happy. ❞
  • ❝ yes, i see that you’re happy. from this side of it. the wrong side of it. and i think maybe i resent not being happy. not resent you, just … resent. ❞
  • ❝ do you still love me
  • ❝ we are like a history book. we’re established fact. we don’t change. ❞
  • ❝ i represent FAILURE to you
  • ❝ i can take it. if you’re on the other side. i can make it if you can. can you wait for me
  • ❝ just glad that i could be here to help you, you know
  • ❝ hey, don’t stay here alone tonight. ❞
  • ❝ why did you say that ?
  • ❝ come on, [ , say what you mean. ❞
  • ❝ last night was a one time thing. you were there. and thank you, but we’re not doing this. we did this. and now it’s done. ❞
  • ❝ you don’t love him. not the way he loves you. ❞
  • ❝ is that all this was ? just fun
  • ❝ are you saying no
  • ❝ i lived my life, good and bad. definitely not light as a feather. ❞
  • ❝ in life, you believed in nothing, so you will go to nothing. you will be done. ❞
  • ❝ there is nowhere else for you to be. ❞
  • ❝ tears have fallen for you. ❞
  • ❝ do i get a say in this ?
  • ❝ death is not a debate. ❞
  • ❝ how many do you think have come before you, all with promises and threads and offers of gold, glory, love ? who are you to misguide me from my duty
  • ❝ you are but a man, not even one i should remember. ❞
  • ❝ i’m gonna come in now. i’m gonna come in now, okay
  • ❝ is this a haunting ? are you haunting me ?
  • ❝ does [ … ] know
  • ❝ i’m a vulgar woman. anger and grief have just really made me vulgar. ❞
  • ❝ god, you know, i should thank you. it’s so much easier grieving someone when you’re glad they’re dead. ❞
  • ❝ oh, fuck your feelings. ❞
  • ❝ everybody has feelings, everybody cares about what they feel. i don’t care about what you feel. i care about what you think. what do you think about what you did ?
  • ❝ what was your big lie, [ … ] ?
  • ❝ i love [ … ] … loved [ … ]. love [ … ]. i love [ … ]. (s)he’s the light of my life. ❞
  • ❝ you, i remember. ❞
  • ❝ there is nothing i can do to lighten your heavy heart. ❞
  • ❝ your heavy heart sank you like a stone, right back where you last left off. ❞
  • ❝ was it love ?
  • ❝ love will always have you at a disadvantage. ❞
  • ❝ many is the man who would take any version of his lost love rather than leave his love lost. ❞
  • ❝ (s)he/they will say thank you to whichever god has sent you back to him/her/them. ❞
Why Do You Hate Me?

Bucky x Reader Smut Fic

Warnings: pure smutty teasing


“What’s up, Steve?” You glanced around the interrogation room in the Tower. “Why’d you want to meet up so early?”

“Just wanted to go over our tactic for this guy coming in.” Steve eyed you carefully. “Make sure we’re on the same page.”

“Punch him if he doesn’t talk.” You sat down in what was to be his chair. “Tighten the restraints if he refuses.” Steve nodded, hands behind his back. “Then do whatever we need to get the information out of him.”

“That’s correct.” Steve pulled a switch out of his pocket and flipped it on. “I’m sorry to have to do this.”

Metal restraints folded over your wrists and ankles and held you in place. Your eyes shifted to Steve as you squirmed in the uncomfortable chair. Steve sat the switch on the table and gave you his best apologetic smile. 

“You can’t keep running out of the room when Bucky enters, (Y/N).” Steve bit his lip and smiled wearily. “And when you two are in a room together, you turn your inner air conditioner down and become ice cold.”

“Steve…” You growled and yanked on the restraints. “Let me go.”

“Not until you two talk.” Steve turned on his heels and swung the door open.

Bucky walked, a smirk plastered on his face, and you froze. Your face went dark and your stare hardened; butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Steve left you alone with Bucky. You hated him.

He fiddled with the switch in silence while leaning up against the table. He eyed you carefully, taking in every inch of your body. His smirk grew as he noticed your hardened nipples through your tank top; you were braless. He kept his mouth shut.

“Let me go, Barnes.” You grumbled the words. “Now.”

“No.” He spoke calmly. “I want to know why you hate me.”

“There are a lot of reasons why I hate you.” Your stare didn’t waver. “We would be here all day if I listed them all.”

“Then just summarize.” He continued smiling. “The more we bicker, doll, the longer you’re stuck alone in a room with me.”

“You’re a womanizing, arrogant, old ass, murdering, son of a bitch who walks around like he owns the place.” You spat the words at him. “You get to do whatever the fuck you want because you’re Steve’s best friend and Steve’s word is the highest. You don’t have to fill out paperwork, go on missions you don’t want to, hell, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“So, what I’m hearing is…” Bucky sat the switch down and walked towards you. He rested his hands onto of the metal restraints and leaned down to eye level. “You’re jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.” Your heart rate increased at the close proximity. “I’m angry.”

“See…” His eyes searched yours tentatively. “I don’t think you’re angry, doll. I think you’re confused.”

“About what?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and pouted your lips. “What could I possibly be confused about?”

“I think…” He leaned forward and brought his lips to your ear, just close enough to feel the warmth of his breath and nothing else. “That you might just like me.”

“What the fuck would make you think that?” You squirmed in your seat instinctively. 

“Two nights ago…” He spoke slowly, drawing out each word with precision. “I took a nice midnight stroll around the halls…” You were sure he could hear the rapid pace of your heart in your chest. “And I came to your room.” You gulped, you knew damn well what he was leading up to. “Behind your door, I could hear the almost inaudible sounds of you moaning, whimpering, and begging, something I never thought I’d hear from you.” His lips brushed your ear. “At first, I thought you had a guy over and I started to walk away. I got about two steps passed your door when I heard my name sneak out of those beautiful lips of yours.” You bit your lip and closed your eyes. “You were moaning, whimpering, begging, and chanting my name while you were touching yourself.” He pulled away and stood up straight. “That’s why I think you might just like me.”

You were at a loss for words. Your eyes dropped to the ground and you remained silent. You thought over possible snarky responses, but your mind was blank. He was right, you liked him.

“And what if I did just happen to like you?” You refused to look up from the floor.

“I’d have to punish you for treating me so poorly because you couldn’t admit your feelings.” His words came out cold and you raised your eyes. The smirk was still there. “It’d only be fair, you know, given a number of times you brushed me off and treated me like shit.”

“And what kind of punishment would it be?” You couldn’t stop your words. “If I were to admit, you know, that I might just like you?”

Bucky watched you carefully, his blue eyes piercing your own. He stepped quietly behind you, hands resting in his pockets. He dropped his head and whispered in your ear, “May I touch you?” You nodded.

His hands rested firmly on your shoulders before he began massaging them. You sighed deeply at the contact and dropped your head back, hitting his stomach. Your eyes closed, not wanting to know if he could see the pleasure growing on your face just from a massage. A deep chuckle vibrated his body and his hands lowered to your clavicles. 

“Well, a naughty girl gets a naughty punishment.” His hands dipped lower, hovering over your breasts. “Maybe I’d trap you before a mission, when I know you’ll be stuck with the team.” His fingers brushed your hardened nipples through the fabric of your shirt. “Pin you up against the wall…” He lifted the front of your shirt behind your head, exposing your breasts. “Slip my hand down those tight pants of yours…” His thumbs circled your nipples. “Tease that needing cunt of yours with a few flicks and circles to your clit…”

“Bucky…” You bit your lip to silence yourself.

“What? You like it when I talk about punishing you?” He lowered himself down and buried his face in your neck, drawing hickeys to the surface of your skin. “When I talk about getting you all wet and needy with my fingers?” His hands slithered down to your shorts and unbuttoned them. “Would you like that? Not being able to touch yourself for weeks on end?” His flesh hand traced the waistband of your panties. “Or would you touch yourself? Sneak off and curl two of your delicate fingers inside of yourself? Would you do that with the team members there? Where you could easily get caught fucking yourself?” His hand slipped underneath your panties and grazed your clit. “Could you be quiet enough? Your moaning, the sounds of your fingers working your aching cunt, the scream you want to let loose when you cum…” 

“F-Fuck…” Your eyes opened and you saw Bucky looked at you; he was waiting. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” He spoke quietly. “To dip my fingers inside of you and abuse that throbbing g-spot of yours until you’re begging me to cum?”

“Yes.” You breathed out the word and licked your lips. “Please.” You sounded desperate and you hated it, but, fuck, you wanted him, you wanted him to touch you, to feel just how wet you were, to fuck you. You craved him.

“Then I guess you’re going to have to wait until after you get back from your next mission.” Bucky removed his hand and backed away, flipping the switch to your chair before leaving. 

You sat in a complete mess in the chair; your panties soaked, breasts exposed, hickey’s blatantly visible on your neck. You lowered your shirt and buttoned your shorts, disbelief taking over. No, that couldn’t have just happened. I just imagined the entire thing. I’m just laying in bed asleep right now and I’m going to wake up any second. Yeah, this is just a wet dream. I don’t even have any missions coming up, this has to be a dream. Come on, (Y/N), wake up. 

Sam popped his head in and eyed you carefully. “You ready?”

“For what?” You collected yourself and stood from your chair, praying he couldn’t see how much of a mess you were.

“Barnes cancelled and said you’d take his spot on today’s mission. We’ll only be gone for a few days, a week at the latest.” 

“What?” You furrowed your brows. 

“C’mon, we’re running late as it is.” Sam waved you on.

You stepped out of the room and followed Sam down the hallway. You passed Bucky and Steve standing together. Bucky pulled out his phone and caught your eye; he winked before turning his attention back to his friend. Your phone vibrated.

“I may not have pinned you up against the wall, but leaving you begging works just as well.”


A/N: Lots of people voted for Bucky in my most recent “Pick a Pairing” post and so here you guys go!

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I will tell you what it’s like, to be me, in my country
I am a 22 years old girl, in Vietnam, a third world country. Let’s not sugar coat it. Living here is not easy, let’s not sugar coat that either.

I have not been to all countries in the world, but i have been to a lot, always travel solo. I have two passports, one is full since i was 20. Yet, every single time i cross another border, I got stopped, and held at immigrations, sometimes up to 6 hours; asking why am I here alone, what do I want to do in their country, why am I dressing so little, do I want to be a whore or do I want to get married here? They told me :“Vietnamese girls usually go with their husband, family or tour groups. We find it unusual that you are alone”.

Living in Vietnam, doing what I do, is being under the spotlight, and being invisible at the same time. It is being congratulated for being one of the most influential people in South East Asia, and listening to my father tell everyone he has 2 kids instead of 3, it’s being hid away because of my mental health issues. It is being yell at by strangers walking along the street I was born at, loved by strangers on the other side of the earth; it’s when I went to casting in LA, they tell me to go home because they already got one asian. It’s being questioned every single day, am I truly a Vietnamese, even though I put my country flag on my bio.

“how are you a Vietnamese? you are way too weird”

It is despite the fact that I am sober &I tell everyone to stay the fuck away from drugs in my biography book, it got cut off so, so much, because no, in Vietnam we don’t swear, we don’t do drugs, we just look the other way and pretend your problem doesnt exist, let’s just pray it goes away

It sucks to not be on the “popular” side of Asia. So many people up here on the Internet pretending to be half Korean, half Japanese, the others that are truly Filipino, Vietnamese, Cambodian hide their nationality away. Why are you ashamed of the blood in your veins? I am a Vietnamese and I am proud, and I am angry for being mistreated by people who could not see me more than the color of my skin.

Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

I Don’t Want to Be The Reason You Get Hurt (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by imagineslytherin

Request:   Hey, could you maybe do a Draco and Reader during the Half Blood Prince timeline where Draco is given the task to kill Dumbledore and repair the Vanishing Cabinet and Reader finds out and he breaks down? If so I would love you forever!  - @hungergames-mrs-peeta-mellark

I wrote this in school and nEarly cRied

Also this is my second-longest imagine at 1100+ words wow

F/N: Friend name


It was the Golden Trio’s (and yours) sixth year at Hogwarts.

Draco’s father had been released from Azkaban,  Bellatrix Lestrange was loose, And the Dark Lord’s Death Eaters were running amok. your parents were hesitant for you to go back to Hogwarts, but there was no way you’re going to miss a year of your education.

You were also dating Draco Malfoy.  Yes, you were aware his family has a bit of a dark history.  But that didn’t stop you from loving him nonetheless.  Draco had always been a sweet and loving boyfriend (even if he was a jerk to everyone else) and he loved nothing more than to talk and be close to you.

But in sixth year that all changed.

Draco hardly ever spoke to you anymore.  And when he did it was no more than simple mumble of a ‘yes’ or ‘no’.  He kept distancing himself from you, and every night you lay awake asking yourself… why.

It eventually got to the point where you didn’t see Draco in the Great Hall for meals anymore.  Draco did still love you… right?  You honestly didn’t know anymore.  You had tried approaching him in the halls in an attempt to force him to speak to you, but he shoved past you and continued walking, leaving you behind with tears pricking at your eyes.  

This confused a lot of other people too, even some of the professors.  They all knew you were Y/N L/N, the love of Draco Malfoy’s life.  They knew how protective he was of you and that there was hardly a thing he wouldn’t do for you.  But now people (including you) were beginning to question whether or not you and Draco were still in a relationship.  Merlin, you didn’t know if you could take this anymore.  Draco wouldn’t be avoiding you like this on purpose, would he?  There had to be a reason for this, and one day you got lucky.

As you were leaving the library with a friend after studying for a potions test you had the next day, down the empty hallway you saw Draco turn a corner and begin walking at a fast, brisk pace.  

Your Ravenclaw friend F/N noticed you looking at him questioningly.  “What’s up with him?”

You ignored her/him.  “Sorry, F/N,”  You said and took off after Draco, but quietly enough so he wouldn’t hear the clitter-clatter of your shoes hitting the floor.  You continued to follow Draco, until he entered the prefects bathroom.

What is he doing?  You thought.

You silently opened the door, when you heard sobs coming from the end of the bathroom by the sinks.  This concerned you.  

“Draco…?” you said cautiously as you made your way to the sinks.

No response, just more quiet sobs.  You turned the corner, and there he was.  Hunched over a sink, head in his hands.  He saw your reflection out of the corner of his eye in the mirror in front of him.  He lifted his up facing the mirror.  His face was a blotchy red with dried tear stains evident; and his normally well-kept hair was messy and tangled, like he had been tugging at it.

Draco turned to face you, where you were staring him with a saddened and confused look.  “You… shouldn’t be here…,” he said in a tired and gruff voice.

You slowly approached Draco, him watching your every move.  You carefully lifted a hand and lightly stroked his cheek, causing him to flinch under your touch.  That wasn’t normal.  “Draco… what’s going on?  Why have you been avoiding me?  What’s wrong?”

Draco shook his head.  “Nothing is wrong, I’m f-fine.”

“No, you’re clearly n–” It was then that you saw it.  A bit of black peeking out from

under his left sleeve.  You quickly grabbed his arm firmly and pulled up the sleeve.  You gasped at what you saw.  The Dark Mark.  Draco violently tore his arm out of your grasp and fell to the floor in a ball.

You crouched down and pulled him into your embrace.  Draco immediately latched onto you.

“I-I’m so, so s-sorry…,” he said between sobs and heaving breaths.  

You rubbed his back as a few tears fell down your cheeks.  “Shh it’s okay…”

You didn’t want to bombard Draco with questions too soon, so you sat with him on the floor of the prefect bathroom with him curled up in your arms.  Merlin, did it feel good to have in your arms again.  But not like this.  It hurt you to see Draco in this position.

You continued to whisper soothing words to him as you tightly held him incredibly close to you.  After about ten minutes of this when Draco started to calm down, you gently lifted his head up from your chest to look at him.  Your poor baby.  Red eyes and wet cheeks, messy hair and shaky body.  You grabbed his shoulders and kissed both his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally, planted a sweet yet longing kiss on his lips.

When you pulled away, you took Draco’s face in your hands, making him look at you.  “Draco… why didn’t you tell me sooner?”  you asked him softly.

Draco began to cry again, only this time softer.  “I-It’s too m-much… I can’t h-handle this…”

“Sweetheart, what did they make you do?”

Draco’s body racked with a sob.  “I-I’m supposed to…,” he started crying harder.

You pet his hair.  “Shh, hush, darling.  It’s okay… can you tell me what exactly you’re supposed to do?”

He nodded, and desperately tried to stop crying.  You held his hands reassuringly.  “I’m s-supposed to… k-kill…”

“Kill who, Draco?” you asked worriedly.

“D-dumbledore…”

You sat there dumbfounded.  Draco.  Kill.  Dumbledore.  He would never.  Draco didn’t have the strength or willpower to, which must be why Voldemort chose him.  Draco didn’t deserve to have this weight on his shoulders.

“Oh God… come here,” you said and pulled Draco into another embrace.  He buried his head in your shoulder.  “Draco, why didn’t you tell me all of this?  You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“I… I don’t want to be the r-reason you get h-hurt…”

So that’s why he had been avoiding you all this time.  To protect you.  To make sure none of the other Death Eaters knew you were Draco’s greatest weakness.  If you were killed, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing he was the reason you’re no longer there to hold him through his darkest times, spend weekends cuddling endlessly on the couch, and be his reason to get up in the morning.  Draco was going to marry you one day, he was sure of that.  Nothing would stop him from being with you.

“We’ll figure this out. We’ll get through this together, I promise.”

He couldn’t decide if that was true or not.


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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!

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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.

Stood up~ Harry Styles imagine

Originally posted by thedailystyles

Summary: you’ve been stood up by your asshole of a boyfriend and a cute boy haired boy comes to rescue you from embarrassment 


You had been waiting for your boyfriend, Jake for what seemed to be hours now. You guys had dinner reservations at a fancy restaurant to celebrate your recent job promotion.

“Miss, are you ready to order now?” The waiter asked for the third time.

“No, I’m pretty sure my boyfriend will be here soon.” You answered, still hopeful that Jake would show up.

You gotten all dressed up for this event as well, a cute black dress with some subtle pumps. You thought tonight was going to be special, but clearly it wasn’t special to Jake.

Another thirty minutes passed. People were were starting to give you apologetic looks, like they knew you were stood up, which only made you feel worse.

Just as you were about to leave, a tall boy with brown hair came rushing to your table saying, “I’m so sorry I’m late, babe. Traffic is awful right now.”

You were confused confused to say the least.

The brown headed boy then sat down at the table and quietly said, “I’m Harry, just go with it yeah? Whoever stood you up is an ass.”

You giggled, “I’m Y/N.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you.” Harry said.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

Harry explained how he had been waiting for a table with his mother and sister when he saw you all alone. He said that he saw that you looked upset, “I didn’t want to see you leave here with a frown on your face, I know how getting stood up feels.”

“Thank you for doing this.” You said.

“No need to thank me, the pleasure is all mine.” Harry said.

You finally got a good look at this boy and he was attractive. ‘This might not be so bad after all.’ You thought to yourself.

The waiter came around again, “well, look who finally showed up.”

“All my fault,” said Harry, “the traffic was really bad and I left my house late.”

You giggled again, this boy is something else.

During the rest of the dinner you found that you and Harry had lots in common, you guys were both the same age, liked the same bands and music and had similar hobbies and interests.

When you found out that Harry was a musician you told him, “well now you have to play me one of your songs.”

To which he replied, “all in good time, love. All in good time.”

When the check came Harry insisted that he pay it even after fighting about it for ten minutes he didn’t budge, “no let me. It will be my treat.” He said.

Leaving the restaurant you noticed how good of a time you had time with Harry. Actually it was probably the best unplanned date you’ve had in a while. Harry was funny, sweet and he was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

“I really had fun tonight, thank you so much.” You said to Harry, who was walking to you to your car.

“Me too, like I said whoever stood you up is an ass.” He said.

You stopped in front of your car, “you could say that again.”

Harry chucked and looked down, “I’d really like to do this with you again sometime, like on a real date.”

You smiled and said, “I’d like that too.”

I Hate You {Part Two}

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Theo x Reader

Part Three

“(Y/N)!” Greenburg yelled and you jumped, turning wide eyed until relief ran through you and you saw your friend and neighbour grinning at you.

“Hey, sorry I was…” You muttered and he shrugged tossing you your kit.

“Worried I was Theo out to get you?” He asked playfully which made you blush. “Don’t worry he won’t get through me.” You froze when he tripped over air and almost fell on his face.

“I’m so thrilled that you’re protecting me.” You giggled and headed to the girls changing room.

You could feel Theo watching you from the stands. He never left you alone for long and you could swear that even at night it felt like he was there lurking nearby. Even when girls flocked around him he’d be looking at you, often pushing them out of his way to hurry over to you only for you to run off.

“Can I hit him with a ball, I could do it… ok Danny could do it.” Greenburg grumbled, glaring at Theo who glared right on back.

“You two will you pay attention, (Y/L/N) try and get past McCall.” Coach yelled at you.

“Yes coach.” You mumbled

“Good luck.” Stiles whispered, sneaking forwards to grab you by the waist and give you a shove as you pushed off which propelled you forwards quick enough for Scott to underestimate where you were going.

“Better luck next time McCall.” You hooted and grinned, tapping your helmet against Greenburg’s.

Once you were done with practise you headed to your locker, glancing over at Theo’s where girls had swarmed around him, flirting and laughing despite the fact that he’d fixed his eyes on you. He shook his head when you quickly turned away, a panicked tightness set in your chest until Greenburg came over to walk home with you.

“See you in a bit.” He called heading into his house which was just next door.

“So, you two dating?” Theo asked making you yelp when you turned to see him leaning against the other neighbour’s mail box.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked and shuffled towards your gate, fumbling in your pocket for your keys so you could hurry to the door.

“I came to ask if you wanted dinner at my house… my Mom will cook?” He looked at you expectantly, nodding in defeat.

“I have to go.” You mumbled and ran to the front door.

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“Flat out” -h.s. Part 2

Part 1

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Waking up the morning of your birthday, you tried to keep your nerves in check. You expected pancakes and coffee in the least, but nothing too fancy. Instead, you found a quiet flat thanks to a very still asleep Harry. You didn’t blame him for that though, considering you had a pretty early class anyway. Who would want to get up at 6:30am willingly? 

So you made your own coffee and dressed for school. You wouldn’t be on campus much today anyway, but more in the courthouse. Your professor was working a case, a very high profile case, and you had been asked to be his consulting student. You were very excited about it, but due to the nature of the case and the amount of thugs you were sure you’d encounter, you’d yet to tell Harry about it. He could get protective of this kind of thing, and you didn’t want to have to worry about his feelings and the case at the same time. 

Harry was still asleep when you left, smoothing out your dress as you heels clicked down the hall on the way to the elevator. You’d get a ‘Happy Birthday’ text, you were sure. That at the very least. 

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COMPLICATED

  • “ that’s the way it is ”
  • “ chill out ”
  • “ what are you yellin’ for? ”
  • “ you’ve become somebody else around everyone else ”
  • “ you look like a fool to me ”
  • “ why do you have to go and make things so complicated? ”
  • “ you’re not fooling anyone ”
  • “ it’s all been done before ”

SK8ER BOI

  • “ can i make it anymore obvious? ”
  • “ what more can i say? ”
  • “ secretly she wanted him as well ”
  • “ he wasn’t good enough for her ”
  • “ she had a pretty face but her head was up in space ”
  • “ she’s all alone ”
  • “ you missed out ”
  • “ we are more than just good friends ”
  • “ there is more than meets the eye ”

I’M WITH YOU

  • “ i thought that you’d be here by now ”
  • “ isn’t anyone trying to find me? ”
  • “ it’s a damn cold night ”
  • “ take me somewhere new”
  • “ i’m with you ”
  • “ everything’s a mess”
  • “ no one likes to be alone ”
  • “ maybe i’m just out of my mind ”

 MY HAPPY ENDING

  • “ so much for my happy ending ”
  • “ let’s talk this over ”
  • “ it’s not like we’re dead ”
  • “ was it something i did? ”
  • “ you were everything that i wanted ”
  • “ all this time you were pretending ”
  • “ do they even know you? ”

WHEN YOU’RE GONE

  • “ i always need time on my own ”
  • “ the days feel like years when i’m alone ”
  • “ i miss you ”
  • “ i’ve never felt this way before ”
  • “ we were made for each other ”
  • “ i need to feel you here with me ”

WHAT THE HELL

  • “ you say that i’m messing with your head ”
  • “ love hurts, whether it’s right or wrong ”
  • “ honestly, i just need to be a little crazy ”
  • “ what the hell ”
  • “ all i want is to mess around ”
  • “ i don’t really care about if you love me ”
  • “ you can’t save me ”
  • “ you never call or listen to me anyways ”

DON’T TELL ME

  • “ why did you have to go? ”
  • “ guys are so hard to trust ”
  • “ don’t try to tell me what to do ”
  • “ you’re better off that way ”
  • “ i’m gonna ask you to stop ”
  • “ i’ve done no wrong ”
  • “ i’m better off alone anyway ”

GIRLFRIEND

  • “ i don’t like your girlfriend ”
  • “ i think you need a new one ”
  • “ i know that you like me ”
  • “ you know it’s not a secret ”
  • “ I think about you all the time ”
  • “ you could do so much better ”
  • “ that’s what everyone’s talking about ”
  • “ i can see the way you look at me ”
  • “ i don’t want to hear you say her name ever again ”
  • “ what the hell were you thinking? ”

WISH YOU WERE HERE

  • “ i can be strong ”
  • “ it’s not like that at all ”
  • “ i wish you were here ”
  • “ you were always there ”
  • “ i love the way you are ”
  • “ i don’t wanna let go ”

THE BEST DAMN THING

  • “ you’re not gonna get any better ”
  • “ you won’t get rid of me ”
  • “ we’re not the same ”
  • “ are you going to treat me right? ”
  • “ i can put up a fight ”
  • “ be very very good to me ”
great comet songs summarized by hamilton quotes
  • prologue: we have a war to fight, let's move along.
  • pierre: meanwhile in all the bleedin' and fightin', i've been readin' and writin'
  • moscow: and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world!
  • the private and intimate life of the house: you'll be back. soon you'll see. you'll remember you belong to me.
  • natasha & bolkonskys: here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements! sweet jesus!
  • no one else: look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, i'm helpless! down for the count, and i'm drowning in 'em.
  • the opera: i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. we were at a revel with some revels on a hot night.
  • natasha & anatole: trying to catch your eyes from the side of the ballroom.
  • natasha lost: how could i dO this?
  • the duel (part one): no more sex, pour me another brew, son!
  • the duel (part two): can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? sure, but your man has to answer for his words.
  • dust and ashes: i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. is this where it gets me? on my feet, several feet ahead of me? if i see it coming, do i run, or fire my gun, or let it be? there is no beat, no melody.
  • sunday morning: i take the children to church on sundays, the sign of the cross at the door.
  • charming: i'm so sorry to bother you at home, but i don't know where to go, and i came here all alone.
  • the ball: lord, show me how to say no to this, i don't know how to say no to this. in my mind i'm trying to go, then her (his) mouth is on mine, and i don't say no!
  • letters: why do you write like you're running out of time?
  • sonya & natasha: be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive.
  • sonya alone: i know my sister like i know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. i love my sister more than anything in this life, i will choose her happiness over mine, every time.
  • preparations: rumors only grow, and we both know what we know.
  • balaga: no one has more resilience, or matches my practical, tactical brilliance!
  • the abduction: one last time, relax, have a drink with me. one last time, let's take a break tonight, and i'll teach you how to say goodbye.
  • in my house: most of them in my own house. DAMN! you ever see somebody ruin their own life?
  • a call to pierre: *jefferson voice* whaaaaaaaaaaaaat
  • find anatole: i'm not here for you.
  • pierre & anatole: congratulations. you have invented a new kind of stupid. a damage you can never undo kind of stupid. an open all the cages in the zoo kind of stupid. truly, you didn't think this through, KIND OF STUPID.
  • natasha very ill: i'm erasing myself from the narrative. you have torn it all apart, i'm watching it burn.
  • pierre & andrey: don't lecture ME about the war, you didn't fight in it! i almost died in a trench, while you were off getting high with the french!
  • pierre & natasha: if you see him in the street, walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity. they are going through the unimaginable.
  • the great comet of 1812: let me tell you what i wish i'd known, when i was young and dreamed of glory.
Will You Regret This? (Jungkook Smut)

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Requested: No 

Words 2051

Warnings: smut!!!

Description: Your best friend dragged you to a party. You didn’t know that this party would result in one of the best nights ever

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You hate parties.

So why would you come to this one?

Oh, that’s right. Your best friend invited you, even though she knew you didn’t like parties.

Why didn’t you refuse? Because your friend said that she’d be “oh so lonely” if you weren’t there.

You knew that was just and excuse to make you come.

And that’s how you ended up here.

A frat party.

There was a lot of people and loud music. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, except for you.

You stood in the corner, holding a red solo cup that you’ve been drinking out of for the past 30 minutes. Everyone was dancing, partying, but here you were, standing in the corner alone like an introvert.

Any time you saw someone looking at you, you looked down at your phone, just to avoid eye contact.

You weren’t a party person. You’re not shy, you just hate parties. Anywhere you turn, there’s someone drunk or high or puking all over someone’s shoes. Not only that, but parties just weren’t your thing.

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Scared Sentence Starters
  • “Please! Please help me!”
  • “Oh god, what was that?”
  • “The lights just went out!”
  • “I can’t see a thing in here.”
  • “I heard a noise. What was that?”
  • “Why are we whispering and not running?”
  • “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!”
  • “I’m scared that we’re lost.”
  • “I’m so scared right now.”
  • “There’s nothing scary about—all of this…”
  • “Oh please, don’t hurt me…”
  • “I don’t wanna die.”
  • “Oh my god, what are you doing?!”
  • “Don’t leave me here alone!”
  • “Don’t go in there!’
  • “Wait, this is the part of the movie where someone ends up dead!!”
  • “The power is out and these flashlights are garbage!!”
Worth Everything

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1097

Warnings: Fluff and pregnancy!

Anon asked “hi, I know you’re working on a lot of stories right now so you don’t have to answer this, but could you do one where the reader finds out she’s pregnant and then it just goes throughout her pregnancy until during her 2nd or 3rd trimester something happens so everyone starts freaking out cause her and Bucky aren’t at the tower and they haven’t heard from them then steve gets a call and it says, ‘she’s fine, the babies are fine, just a scare thing’ and then she gives birth to twins and stuff”

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I’m pretty sure I will never animate this but at least I made storyboard. Don’t mind about me guys, just sketching some stangst~

Lyrics:

Stanford: Now I realize, I’m all alone
Stanley: But I’m right here by your side!
Stanford: But all that you’ve done is lied!
Stanley: Please do not turn away!
Stanford: There’s nothing that you can say!

Stan and Ford: You cannot understand
Stan and Ford: You’re always resistant
Stanley: Just apologizing/Stanford: Stop apologizing
Stan and Ford: I feel something missing
Stanley: I just want my brother back/Stanford: I just want to go away

Stanley: Why can’t we just get/Stanford: Why can’t you leave me
Stanley: Along?/Stanford: Alone?!

Sorrowful regretful

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Kian Lawley | A Drive (Requested)

“Oooh can you write a lil something where the reader and Harrison are getting close (hang out a lot, watch movies and cuddle, etc) but Kian gets all overprotective and a lil jealous because you’re always wanting to hang out with Harrison and you always are complimenting Harrison abt his accent and running your hands through his hair to mess it up!! Just a really cute, angsty protective Kian imagine lol”

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“(y/n), can you come with me to my friend’s? I left something over there.” Kian says. “It’ll only be a minute, we can go eat afterwards.”

“I can’t, Harrison’s taking me out. Sorry!”

“Where is he taking you?”

“I don’t know, he wouldn’t tell me. All I know is that we’re going somewhere to eat.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Are you busy tonight?”

“Not that I know of, no. Why?”

“Let’s go for a drive. Just you and me.”

“I’d like that.”

-

“Why didn’t you let me play music on our way over here?” Harrison asks as he opens the door for you.

You walk in, laughter filling in for the silence there was in the house.

“I didn’t want to listen to music,” you tell him. “Just you talking.”

“It’s because of my accent, isn’t it?”

“I love it, I could listen to you all day.”

You turn on the lights, gasping when you see Kian sitting in the living room, not knowing he was there.

“Kian,” you say. “Why are you alone? It’s late.”

“What are you doing down here, mate?”

“Waiting for (y/n).” he says quietly.

“For me? Why were you wa- oh, no! We were going to go for a drive tonight!” you frown then turn to Harrison, not happy at yourself for forgetting your plans with Kian.

“We were.” he says.

“I completely forgot, I’m so sorry. I was with Harrison, we-”

“Nice to know you and him had a good time,” he says, getting up from where he was sitting and heading upstairs. “I’m going to sleep. Night.”

“Kian, I-”

“Night.” he says once again.

-

“Morning!” you say as you walk downstairs and to the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Nothing.” Harrison says.

“No?”

“I was waiting for you to get up,” he says. “No one in this house can make breakfast the way you do.”

“Oh, my God.” you roll your eyes. “Just you?”

“And me, thanks.” Jc says out of nowhere, coming from upstairs.

“Morning to you, too.”

“Morning, (y/n).” he says, smiling.

“Where’s Corey and Fra- hey!” you hear footsteps, turning around to see that it was Kian coming downstairs.

“Morning.” he says.

“Want breakfast?”

He doesn’t say anything. Just nods.

“So,” Jc says. “You got home late last night.”

You look at him.

“And not alone.” he turns to Harrison and laughs as Harrison does so himself.

“I actually have somewhere to be.” Kian says, placing his phone and wallet in his pockets.

“What? You have to eat, can’t it wait?”

“I’ll get something on my way over there.” he grabs his keys.

“Oh, uh.. okay.”

And with that, he leaves.

-

“Harrison!” you yell out. “Let me go!”

“Throw her in the pool, Harrison.” Jc says. “You won’t.”

“Don’t you dare. Put me down!”

“Do it, Harrison!” Corey says.

“Shut up, Corey!” you say.

“Oh, my God, you guys!” Bobby laughs. “You’re going to hurt her!”

“If you don’t throw her in the pool, I will.” Jc says and they all laugh.

“Harrison, no.” you tell him.

“I won’t,” he says. “There.” he places you back on the ground.

“Ugh!” you groan. “I hate you.”

“You don’t.” he smiles.

“Why isn’t Kian down here with us?” Jc says.

“Where is he?” Franny asks.

“Upstairs, in his room.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s only 9.”

“He shouldn’t be asleep, he hasn’t done anything today,” Jc says. “Not that I know of.”

“I’ll go get him.” you tell them.

-

“Hey,” you walk in Kian’s room. He was in bed, on his phone. “You okay?“

He nods.

“Come on, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Well,” you say. “We’re all downstairs by the pool. Why don’t you come down?”

“Not in the mood.”

“Kian, if this is about last night, I-”

“It’s not.”

“I stood you up,” you sigh. “I didn’t mean to.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“I’m sor-”

“Are you into him?” he says, looking at you.

“What?”

“Harrison, are you into him?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“You’re with him all the time.”

“Is that what all of this is about?”

“Are you?”

“Why are you so concerned about me and what I feel for Harrison?”

“I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I’m not going to, Kia-”

“You don’t know that.”

“What do you know?”

“I know you deserve better.”

You look at each other in silence.

“He’s just a friend,” you reassure him. “But thank you.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Hey,” you say. “Want to go for a drive? Just you and me?”

“I’d like that.”

And I’m supposed to sit here and do what? Wait for you? Beg for you to come back again? Act like the reality of us isn’t that we won’t ever work together? You admitted it for yourself when you brought yourself to say the words. I’m not the girl for you and I only hurt you so if I’m such a crappy person then why won’t you just leave me alone? If you hate me so much, then why try to be around me all the time? Just go already.
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