why would you leave me

I think about you everyday,
But I don’t feel the urge to dial your number today.
I think I’ve finally realized the person greeting me at the other end won’t be the person who resides in my heart but Someone who left in the middle of the night and robbed me of all my faith in people.
For the longest time, I hated you.
I couldn’t understand why you would leave me when I needed you the most.
I just couldn’t understand why you couldn’t do 10% of what I did for you all these years.
You had to be a rotten person with a rotten soul.
Right? Right? Right!
Wrong.
I think I’ve finally come to understand the fault in you and that in most others around me.
You aren’t a bad person.
You are just weak.
I was expecting strength from a person who wouldn’t even know what that is.
I was expecting courage from someone who was filled with cowardice from head to toe.
I can’t really blame you for being weak but I can learn to not surround myself with people who don’t match my strength.
When I use the word ‘weak’, it’s not what you think.
I cry. All the time.
I display my emotions like I own a boutique.
I have weekly breakdowns.
Sometimes, I get nightmares while doing daily chores.
None of that is being weak.
Being weak is running away.
It is being selfish.
It is not being able to stand up for what you believe in.
It is not being able to say what you feel.
It is seeing someone suffer and rolling your eyes.
It is lies instead of a vocabulary.

You are weak.
I can forgive you.
I understand you aren’t a bad person.
I forgive you.
I have the strength to do so.

I told you I was afraid to fall in love again and you made me feel that you would keep me sade. And then you just left me. Even so, I still love you.
—  Unknown

its been so long but im still trying to figure out how you could go from “i love you” to “i don’t care about you anymore” in such a short amount of time

sleepwalking to you | two

pairing: hoseok | reader

genre: angst , fluff , arranged-marriage au

word count: 2.575

warnings: angsty angst , swearing? , mentions of suicide/death

synopsis: “I love you. A little less today than yesterday. I miss you. A little more than I did yesterday, and sometimes it’s easy to forget, that your emotions aren’t like mine; they’re constant. You hated me yesterday, you hate me today, and tomorrow, it will be just another day like this.”

i just want to say, i have nothing against my boys, this is just a story.

don’t forget to tell me what you thought about it,,it always makes me feel better ^^



Three days later, I found myself staring at a furious Jung Hoseok. He lay on the huge bed in the master bedroom of the beach side villa, the French windows opening on to the beach and the brisk sea air refreshing, but apparently none of that made a difference because he looked like he wanted to kill. I stared at him, his body looking gaunt underneath the covers. I didn’t know what to say, words getting stuck on their way from my mind to my tongue and leaving me speechless most of the time. I felt like I was crumbling, from the inside out.

“Why are you here? Where’s Hyeri?”

I hesitated, wondering what to say. Your girlfriend is sure you’ll die anyway and so she left? I didn’t want to tell him that even if it was true. I still wasn’t sure, why I was hanging around here anyway. What debt was I trying to pay back? I didn’t owe this to him, but then, the sins of the father, I thought bitterly. My father had done this anyway, maybe this would be the last bit of debt. I could do this and then leave him for good, and maybe, once he got better, she would be back. Who was I kidding? Of course she would be back.

“It’s only until you get a little better. She has a lot of schedules and it’s not like she can take a break now. Once you get better, everything will be fine.” It was a sort of mantra that I was now repeating to myself, to keep myself from drowning. Once Hoseok got better, everything will be fine. Not if he got better, when he gets better. I felt my fingers begin to tremble as a voice whispered in the back of my head.

You’re being delusional, he isn’t getting better.

Phrases flooded my conscience; degenerative injury, damaged nerves, paraplegia.

I shut it all out as I move to pour him a glass of water. His voice was sounding a little scratch. When I held it out to him, he knocked my hand away so fast, the glass went flying, shattering against the hardwood floor into smithereens. I stared at the broken fragments, the sound momentarily petrifying me. It was so loud in the room, Hoseok breathing hard.

“I don’t give a shit. Shouldn’t I have a professional nurse or something? Do you even know what you’re doing?” A good question, that. I bit my lips, trying to dredge up a smile but it’s a lost cause really When was the last time we had anything to smile about anyway?

“We can’t afford one.” I said finally. Honestly, it was the absolute truth. Jungkook was paying for the meals and the boarding, Yoongi had offered to keep paying me, even if I wasn’t working with him and that was all the charity I could take from him anyway.

He stared at me, “What?”

I didn’t want him to know about me paying for the surgery. I don’t know why, but I really didn’t. So instead, I chalked it up to just expenses. He didn’t press further and I didn’t mention that he nearly got his legs cut off either. Instead, I assured him that it was just a little trauma to his spine that made him numb from the waist down. With the tight amount of exercise and rest, he would be able to walk and run again. I knew it was dangerous, I knew that he ought to know the truth but something told me it was way too soon, he was still on painkillers, he was still traumatised. He didn’t need more stuff to worry about, I would have to bear that burden for now, besides, it was just for a little while.

In two weeks, Seokjin would be over for physiotherapy, he could explain the details of his injury then.

“So… I’m just supposed to stay in bed? What about the bathroom…?” He said and I cleared my throat before moving to the cupboard and rustling through the clothes, pulling out the gait belt and showed it to him.

“I’ll put this on your waist and help you sit on the wheelchair. It won’t be easy, of course, but uh… I’ve been reading up on it and I did it a couple of times in the hospital when you were unconscious so…” I said with a shrug and he frowned.

“And the bathroom?”

I felt myself flushing, “I won’t look.” I promised and he groaned, pressing his forearm against his eyes.

“…I wish I was dead…” He said softly and I bit my lips.

“I’m really glad you aren’t.” I said softly, he grunted and didn’t reply.


“When can I start dancing again?” Hoseok said firmly, staring at Seokjin with a determined gaze and Seokjin gave me a glare.

“Can we concentrate on one step at a time please, Hobi? You need to get the nerves in your legs active again. You’re able to move your toes and that’s a good sign so far. Next, we’ll concentrate on bed exercises, and then we’ll move on from there.” He said casually.

Hoseok stared at him and then glared at me for a second and I faltered at the uncertainty in his face, but it was gone before I could fully process it and he smiled a little at Seokjin.

“I understand, doctor, I won’t rush. Let’s get started then?”

I slipped out of the room quietly and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I spent some time stocking up all the groceries that had been delivered that morning. Jungkook’s staff had outdone themselves and there was a huge bowl full of seafood that looked absolutely fresh. I set about cleaning the shrimp, picking out six of the largest and carefully cleaning and evening them. I then cleaned some muscles, cut the pork into lean strips, adding salt and pepper to marinate it. I cut the squid into little pieces before starting on the vegetables. It took me a while to chop up the ginger, garlic, carrots, cabbage, leek and the spring onions.


By the time Hoseok and Seokjin were done, I had a steaming bowl of Jjampong, rice and Kimchi fried rice ready, some of the ready made side dishes were laid out in bowls too and I arranged the table for Seokjin before setting up a tray for Hoseok. Seokjing looked cheerful and Hoseok looked exhausted as the older wheeled him down the ramp to the dining area.

“How did it go?” I said concerned and Hoseok didn’t reply, grabbing his chopsticks without a word. Seokjin looked between us in surprise and then smiled encouragingly.

“As well as I hoped. It’s only the first session so he had a little trouble, but his body is definitely healing well. I really don’t see why he shouldn’t be fully better some day.” Seokjin smiled. Some day…

I gripped the ladle harder as I served some more soup for Seokjin. When would this supposed some day come, anyway? A year? Would Hoseok hold it out until then?

After the meal, I help Seokjin move Hoseok back to the bed and then followed him to the door. “He’s showing excellent progress. I’ve no doubt that he’ll come through this a winner.” He said warmly.

I nodded, “Thank you,” I said fervently.

Seokjin hesitated, “It’s possible that he may be feeling very fragile, mentally. I hope you won’t take any of his rudeness to heart.”

Only, I had no idea how bad it would get.


“Why won’t you ever leave me alone?” Hoseok groaned.

I grunted, wringing out the water from the soft linen cloth in my hand before placing it on his forehead again. He was running a little temperature and it was three in the morning. Outside, I could hear the gentle sound of waves hitting the breakwaters, crashing into the smooth rocks. The window was open and it was pleasantly cool without being frigid. He moved his hands to grip my wrists.

“I need more painkillers…I should be conscience right now, not living through the fucking nightmare…” He gritted out. I stared at him, his hair was slicked with sweat, matted to his forehead and his cheeks shiny and pink. He’d slipped out of his shirt and the pale skin looked ghastly against the dark covers.

“You don’t want to get addicted to those. I’m giving you just the recommended dose.” I said softly. He immediately began mumbling again and I tuned him out.

My body ached and my head ached worse. It didn’t help that Hoseok was determined to fight me every step of the way. We had been here three weeks now and already he was beginning to show signs of cabin fever. He wasn’t meant to stay in bed, at first he had raved at me for getting the surgery done. “You should have let me fucking die!” He had yelled. It had been hard, of course it had, but now, he was a bit calmer, at least he didn’t throw the food tray on the wall anymore.

Once I was done, I dropped the linen in the bowl and slowly stood up, my legs protesting. Hoseok had taken to ordering me around, a lot more than usual and I had spoken to Taehyung about it. He’d explained that the frustration and loneliness of being in bed would definitely make him want to act out. I sighed and made my way to move out of the door, I wanted to drop onto my bed and never wake up again. I reached for the door when his voice came ringing through.

“Where are you going?” Hoseok said angrily and I frowned.

“You’ve been yelling at me to get out for the past hour.” I reminded him, he looked a little abashed and lightly scratched the back of his neck.

“What if I need you during the night? I can’t scream that loud.” He said, frowning.

I tried not to wail, “There’s a bell near your hand. You just have to ring it and I’ll come.” I said softly.

“I rang it yesterday and you didn’t turn up for an hour.” He snapped.

“Ten minutes. I took ten minutes because I was in the bathroom and it was just in the afternoon! Why are you being so difficult you-”

“Oh yeah, I’m being difficult because I want to and not because I can’t fucking walk or move without needing you every step of the way… I’m just a bastard, aren’t I?” He snapped and I shut my eyes, willing myself to not snap.

“Should I sleep here, then?” I said finally.

“On the couch.” It was disturbing how quickly he responded, but I took my slippers off and curled into the soft couch nonetheless. It was too small for my frame and I would have a killer back ache tomorrow, but at least I would be spared from Hoseok’s badgering.


Ten minutes later, and he cleared his throat.

I felt my eyes flutter open and I tried to go back to sleep. “Help me up.” He said suddenly and I startled.

“Hobi..”

“Please..I want to go out.”

“Out?” I said distressed. It was four in the morning..out where?

“The patio around the back, it opens into a deck. I can stay in my wheelchair..I just.. I want to see the ocean..”

Grabbing every ounce of strength, I levered myself upright. The moonlight filtered through the window and I could see his face clearly. I stared at him for a second, the angular features and the mouth that smiled so often. Silky soft hair that looked so good against his forehead, he turned around, and I felt my eyes catch against his sharp jawline.

‘Weak,’ I told myself, ‘you’re just too weak in front of this guy, it’s going to take you straight down to hell.’

“Okay, let me get the belt.”

I’d done it a thousand times before, but somehow, as I slipped the belt around his waist, my mind was stubbornly reminding me that he was so well built; strong hips and rock hard chest. Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I wrapped an arm around him, as he leaned his wrists on the bed and tried to lever himself up, but the fever had taken its toll and he faltered. I gripped him harder, aware of his chin, pressing into my shoulder, his breath right on my ear and his chest pressing against mine.

“If you’re tired we can-”

“I’m ready.” He said softly and his voice, sleepy, heavy and rough around the edges, went straight through my body. Gripping him tighter, I slipped my knee between his and suddenly, I regretted the choice of shorts. I could feel his thighs pressed up against mine, hot, firm, heavy, and I tried not to have a mental breakdown and I finally managed to help him on to the wheelchair. I took a few breaths to calm myself down and managed a weak smile.

“Let’s go then?” I said, injecting some cheer into my tone. Hobi didn’t reply, but continued staring at me like he was seeing me for the first time. Rattled, I moved behind him, gripping the handlebar and lightly pushing him out to the French doors that opened on to the patio. As we reached the deck, I felt better, the fresh sea air and the sight of the breakwaters were gorgeous. The moon beams picked out the glistening waves in the distance and far away from the rhythmic light from a lighthouse lit the night.

“It’s a beautiful place.” I said absently and he hummed, staring into the ocean.

“Did you hear from Hyeri?” He said casually and I blinked. I’d been so busy, she had completely slipped my mind.

“I can try call her tomorrow…” I said apologetically and he quickly shook his head.

“Don’t..I..I’d rather get better before meeting her again.” He said firmly. I didn’t question it, but I made a mental note to send her a message nonetheless. Maybe she would come visit?

After a few minutes, the silence began to get loud. “I tried to contact your parents in the hospital. I couldn’t find them listed…I-”

“They died a year back.” Hoseok said softly and I froze, surprised.

“What?” I said, stunned. I hadn’t known. How had I not known? “Why didn’t you tell me? We should have been there-”

“It doesn’t matter. They didn’t want me there anyway. I’m the embarrassment they’d rather not face.”

I stared at him, not sure what to say. Why would anyone think Hoseok was an embarrassment? He was one of the best choreographers in the country and while it was true that we weren’t filthy rich, we made enough to live comfortably, and though reading my mind, he gave me a shrug.

“It’s worse now. If I can’t start dancing again, I’ll be starving.” He said bleakly.

“Just because you aren’t dancing now, doesn’t mean you never will. You can hire assistants. People would kill to work with you, you know that.” I said firmly. He gave me a look of surprise.

“You really think so?” I nodded, amused.

“Are you serious? You don’t need to tell me that you’re more than just your legs, Hobi. You’re a dancer. Whether you have legs or not..you don’t…it doesn’t make a difference.” I said softly. He stared at me and then took a deep breath, shuddering breath.

“Why did you do it?”

I hesitated, “Do what?”

“Tell them not to amputate my legs.”

“Because I knew you’d hate me for it. I don’t know..I just..I didn’t want to see the look on your face if you woke up and found that your legs were…gone.” I said, turning away.

“Yeah, but…why? Why do you even care?” He said, bitterness coating each syllable as I sat up.

“Hoseok, I’m not a monster. Just because you’re in love with another woman doesn’t mean I want you in hell, and that’s what your life would be if you ended up without your legs.” I said, too groggy to put a filter in my thoughts.

He didn’t reply. I stood there for a long time while he stared out into the ocean, as the sky began to lighten he finally sighed.

“Let’s go back in.” I nodded.

Back inside the house, things felt better. He fell asleep right after I helped him into the bed and I curled up on the couch, exhaustion finally overtaking me.

anonymous asked:

Fav sterek fics?

I have 402 bookmarks on AO3, how do I choose favorites?! I guess I can try ; ; here’s my pathetic attempt at a sterek rec list (fics added as I find them in my bookmarks, not by favorites):


The Boy and the Beast by Dira Sudis (dsudis) [116k, M]

In which events in Beacon Hills go rather differently from the start, and a Beauty and the Beast (ish) story ensues. (Scott is not a teacup and no one sings about their feelings.)

Safety in Silence by Survivah [66k, M]

It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Easy Trouble by Survivah [55k, M]

Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell

“Make love to me,” Derek demands.

What.

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah [41, M]

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

A Simple Life by Survivah [13k, T]

Derek plans to spend the rest of his life holed up in the woods after Laura dies. Then he meets a stubborn young fox, and the stubborn young fox meets an urn of Deaton’s magic powder, and his plans change.

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I cried writing this. Listen to this song while reading. 


Gray clouds littered the sky, making you even more sad. It had been three days since Stefan’s death. Everyone one was still grieving, however they kept their distance from his grave. That was perfect for you because you couldn’t keep yourself together if you saw anyone.

Dead, brown leaves mushed under your shoes, your feet sinking into the earth slightly. You stopped a few feet away from it; Stefan’s grave. Okay, God. You can wake me up now. This is a dream… please let it be a dream. 

You stood in front of the gray headstone, eyes stinging as you tried to hold it all in. “Oh, Stefan.” You whimpered, sinking to your knees. Flowers were laid on the soil, you picked up a few, looking between the plants and the stone. 

Never in your long life had you felt such pain. Sorrow ripped through you, making you gasp for air you didn’t need. “Stefan.”

Your finger tips grazed his name that was carved into the cold stone. “Stefan! You big fucking idiot!” You cried, voice cracking in agony. “You stupid, beautiful idiot. How could you? Why the hell would you save Damon? Why the hell would you leave me? You said you’d never leave me. You said you’d be there forever.” You choked on your tears, gagging as you rested your hands in the dirt. “What happened to forever? What happened to us us seeing the world together? Who am I gonna get drunk with in Greece? Who’s gonna lie with me and listen to Aerosmith? I c-can’t do this. S-Stefan, I need you. I need you to come back, please.”

You hiccuped, makeup running, eyes puffy and red. “I never wanted to be human, you know that. B-But Stefan, I’d be human for you, I’d be human with you. I wanna grow old with you and have cute, little, messy kids with you. I wanna fight you, I wanna love you. I want everything with you. You can’t be gone, please.”

You fiddled with your shaky hands. “I-I wasn’t prepared for this, so I didn’t get a gift for you. But… but I have something better. And I know I should’ve told you this sooner, I’m sorry.” You rambled. 

“I love you, Stefan Salvatore. I love you so damn much.” You leaned forward, kissing the cold stone. “I’m sorry.”

With wobbly legs, you stood up and walked away. You tried to promise yourself that you wouldn’t go back. That you would leave him in the past, but as you looked back at the dull hunk of rock, you realized you would never forget your first love. No one ever does. 

Stefan rested against the tree next to his grave, watching you. He was dizzy with heartache and wanted nothing more than to hold you, wipe away your tears. As you blindly walked past him, stopping to look back at his grave, Stefan gripped your hand. Even though you couldn’t feel it, he rubbed his thumb in small circles. “I’m right here, I’ll be here with you. I love you too.”

Things aren’t what they seem when Bendy plays Hide-and-Seek–

Where did you go? Where have you hidden?

The shadows of these twisting halls make excellent hiding places! Who knows what Bendy can encounter here–

Why would you leave me alone? 

But nothing can stop Bendy from finding his best friend!

When are you coming back?

An exciting new adventure awaits the Darling Devil and Boris the Wolf!

Can you come back at all…?

Thrills! Chills! An unexpected visitor–who could that strange masked man be? Find out with…

Bendy In: “Hide-and-Seek!

A multi-part event, presented in Sillyvision! Check your local nickelodeon for viewing times.

  • ENTP: * On his death bed in hospital*
  • Doctor: It was a cardiovascular attack. It seems that this has been going on for a few years now. He doesn't have long to live... I'm so sorry.
  • INFP: * sobbing* W-why didn't you tell me * sob* about this?! You can't die... You CAN'T. We promised we were * hic * going to be together forever! Didn't we?! You c-can't leave me behind like this! Why would you * sniff* keep this from me? On that windy Summers day of our marriage, I told you I wanted you to tell me everything, good and bad, so we could get through it together, and you wouldn't have to suffer alone anymore! I... just wanted you to be happy!
  • ENTP: B-bae...
  • INFP: Where did this disease even come from to begin with?!
  • ENTP: It's * coughs up blood* ge-Ne-Ti-c...
  • INFP: ...
  • ENTP: ...
  • INFP: ...
  • INFP: H-hello?!
  • INFP:
  • ENTP:
  • ENTP: * flatlines*
  • INFP:
  • INFP:
  • INFP:
  • INFP: You walk into my heart, DIE, leave me wITH A F*CKING PUN-
He Cheats Part One

Originally posted by fireprooof

Pairing: Y/N and Harry 

Word Count : 1133

Harry had been distant lately. He always seemed to be in the studio or in meeting or prepping for some interview. He never seemed to be around she never knew how to address it, she didn’t want to be clingy. But she missed him, she missed eating dinner together, she missed staying up late and laughing, she missed him. It made no sense to her, she knew he was a busy guy, she knew what she had signed up for. But he used to make time for her, he used to make it a priority to see her and spend time with her.

She sat at the table, the meal she had just cooked for the two sat in front of her. Her plate untouched, his seat empty. She was going to tell him how she was accepted into the medical school in L.A., there they could be closer. It would be easier for them. It wasn’t her first choice but she loved him and the school there was just as great as her current college, maybe even better. She was ready to change her life to be closer to him.

The tears pooled at her eyes as she looked at her phone, she had hardly ever googled his whereabouts, but she needed to know. She needed to know why he was ignoring her, why he had shown up late in the night and left early in the morning. Her lower lip trembled as she saw it. He was wearing the shirt she had bought him, her favorite shirt. He was sitting in the back of the booth, clearly hiding from everyone else, the picture must have been taken by a worker. His lips pressed on another girls lips, his hand cupping her face. She swiped to the next photo where he stood, grabbing her hand to help her up. The last one broke her heart, they were walking into a hotel room.

She stood, grabbing the plates and tossing it all in the trash. Her heart felt like it had dropped to her stomach, she couldn’t make it up the stairs. Half way up her knees gave out and she sat on the stairways crying. Her head laid on one of the higher steps, the salt water streaming from her eyes. She angrily grabbed her phone tossing it on the ground. She could have sworn someone had grabbed her heart and pulled it out of her chest, stomping on it, and then forced it right back into her chest. Her sob increased and her body shook, she just wanted it to end. She hated him. She did.

The door opened and Harry walked in, shaking the snow from his hair. He slipped off his jacket and hung it on the rack. He stopped hearing the muffled sobs, her sobs. He hadn’t heard her cry like that ever, he had seen her cry of course. But he had it never heard her so hurt. He could hear her trying to breathe, but the sobs just kept pouring out. He turned and saw her sitting there, and he could of sworn that right then and there his own heart broke. He had never felt like that before.

“Y/N,” he says gently walking up the stairs and sitting next to her, he reaches out to touch her but she shoves at his shift.

“Don’t,” she says, in a voice he had never heard her use before, it’s cold and sharp, but at the same time she sounded so broken and hurt.

“Kitten,” he tried again, voice soft and gentle, his hand reaching for her face but she pushes it away.

Another sob, Harry frowned, “what’s wrong?” he asked, but deep down inside he knew.

She sniffled, hiccups leaving her mouth. Her hands are shaking as they come up to her face, wiping away the tears. Once the sobs have died down she looks at her hands, “I got into the school in L.A.,” she says.

“That’s great we can be much closer,” Harry says.

“No,” she says, “I know Harry. Why would I want to be closer to you when you’ll only leave me at night for her? Why?”

“Y/N-“

“Why!” She screamed, “why Harry? I work all day and have classes and I come back here and cook for you and clean and love you and you what? You leave in the middle of the night to be with her.”

“Kitten-“

“You take her out! You kissed her, you oh god, you slept with her,” she whispered, her face dropping into her hands, “why?”

“I don’t know,” Harry says, “she was there-“

“And what? I wasn’t!” She cried, “I’ve been here, waiting for you to come home, just waiting.”

“Baby,” Harry says, but she stands, “where are you going?”

She storms up the stairs and Harry follows, but she slams the door and locks it before he can enter the bedroom. “Y/N, please, she means nothing to me,” Harry begs.

She grabs a duffle bag and starts shoving clothes into it, “clearly she meant something,” she yelled back.

“It was a mistake,” Harry tried.

“Yeah which time? The dinner, the hotel, or are there others I haven’t heard about?” she yelled.

She zips the bag and drops it over her shoulder pulling the door open. Harry’s eyes are watering and he looks at the bag then at her, “please, don’t leave. I’ll never seen her again. You love me right?”

“Yes,” she says, “but I can’t. I can’t-I don’t trust you anymore.”

She starts walking away and Harry grabs her arm pulling her close to him, “please, please,” he begs, dropping to his knees, hugging her legs, “I’ll do anything, just tell me what to do.”

She cries, shaking her head, her tears falling on to his head, “the damage is done,” she whispered.

“Please.”

“Don’t you get it!” she cried, “you hurt me Harry, this isn’t something little. T-this isn’t a small kiss that happened after ten drinks, this is something you did again and again, this is something you left me alone for, you hurt me.”

She grabbed his arms, pulling them off, “you hurt me,” she repeats.

Harry stands reaching for her but she shoves him back, “you hurt me!” she screamed, “I can’t do this Harry.”

She turns running down the stairs and he follows, “no please, no don’t go, please I’ll never see her again, I won’t ever talk to anyone else,” Harry promises following her.

“No!” She yelled, turning, “don’t beg me to stay when you’ve left me for nights!”

She grabs her car keys, “bye Harry.”

“Y/N,” he cries, “please.”

But she’s in her car already, doors locked, engine turned on. She’s not sure where she’ll go but she knows it has to be far from him.

I’ve missed you (Loki x Reader)

Warnings: angst, fluff

Summary: Loki left you a year ago, and you’re still broken and miss him more than anything else. Suddenly he shows up. 

Note: English is not my native language, so if there are any mistakes, don’t kill me. 

Originally posted by luvn-loki

Originally posted by he-fisher

You looked up in the ceiling. What you felt, you did not know. It had been a year since he had left you, and you had no idea why you were feeling the same pain over and over. You had moved out of the apartment, gotten a new bed, sold all your green stuff. All just because you did not want to be reminded of him, his love, his presence.

“Why did you leave me?” you asked out in the empty air, getting out of the bed, deciding that you needed a shower. You walked out in the hallway, only wearing your white nightdress, and walked into the bathroom.

The dress slid of your body and laid alone on the cold, hard floor. You turned on the water, and a stream of cold hit your body, taking you back to him. When you touched him, his cold skin against yours, you constantly trying to heat him up, always failing but he loved that you even tried.

You stared at him. He was concentrating, reading one of your books. He loved reading, and you loved admiring the features of his face as he read. The smiles, the sadness, the brow raising, everything.

“What are you looking at love?” he asked you. You hadn’t noticed that he saw you staring at him. You blushed and glanced down. His mouth curved into a cocky smile that awoke the butterflies in you.

“Nothing I just-“

“Come here.” He said and signed you to sit next to him. You did as he said. You leaned your head to his shoulder, and even outside the clothes, you could feel his cold skin against yours. You shivered, and he noticed.

“I’m sorry.” He stated, well knowing of his coldness. He looked at you, in your eyes, looking into your soul. His face was pained, a little disappointed.

“It’s okay Loki.” You said and leaned back onto his shoulder, taking his cold hand in yours. You smiled at him and squeezed his hand, trying to make him feel better with his cold.

He looked at you, smiling, truly. Not one of those fake smiles everyone had posted on their face, but a true smile.

You realized you had forgot to breath, and pulled the air into your lungs. Tears streamed down your face, and you remembered all the times he had helped you handle your uncontrollable feelings.

He held you in his arms, dried your face, squeezed you, laid with you, comforted you, told you how much he loved you, showed you magic, been there for you when nobody else was.

You washed the shampoo out of your hair, hoping it would wash the pain out, knowing it wouldn’t.

“Why did you leave me?” you whispered to yourself.

You finished your bath and put on the white nightdress on again. Your wet hair fell on your back, making you shiver through the cold. You turned to get a cardigan, and a few meters from you, was Loki. He looked at you, mouth twitching. He looked down, ashamed of his actions. You got yourself together and moved closer to him.

“(Y/N) I-“

“Shut up.” You interrupted him, now only a few inches away from him. You could feel his breath, his heart beat, him being real. His green eyes were locked on your (Y/E/C) eyes. You noticed that his eyes were wet. The twitching stopped, replaced by a sad expression.

You had enough. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, meeting his lips with yours. He was shocked by your sudden action, but was in on your game, and wrapped one of his strong arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to himself.

“I’ve missed you Darling.” He said when he pulled back for air.

“I’ve missed you too Loki.”


The next morning, you woke up in Loki’s arms. He was present, right before you. He was asleep, which was rare for him. You studied his sleeping. His bare chest, strong arms, his relaxed face. He looked so amazing.

You walked out in your kitchen, making a cup of coffee for yourself. You looked out of the window, into the quiet rain that was falling, hitting everything it could. You sipped to the strong coffee, enjoying the silence.

“Darling…” you felt his arms make their way around your waist. His breath in your hair. You leaned back to face him. He smiled at you, scared that you hated him for what he had done a year ago. You turned quick to face him. He held you close, bend down, forehead on forehead.

“I’m sorry dove.” He stated, smile falling from his beautiful face. You placed a hand on his cheek, pressing your lips lightly on his.

“It’s okay Loki, it’s okay.” You comforted. He looked down, holding back the tears that were forming in his eyes. You placed you hand on his chin, making him look at you. His eyes welled up.

“I promise baby, it’s okay.” You said, trying to kiss his forehead, but since he was too tall, you ended somewhere between his brows and over his nose. Your action made him chuckle, and he pulled you close and hugged you.

And so you stood like that. Arms wrapped tightly around each other, as if you could disappear in the next second.

“I am so sorry (Y/N).” he whispered in your hair. You smiled, knowing that he really was sorry.

“Promise me to never leave again, or at least take me with you if you have to.” You whispered into his cold, bare chest.

“I can’t. The places I go? I can’t bring a mortal, especially not you. If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself. Never ever.” He said, voice shaking. You pulled away, but not too much, scared that he would disappear again. You looked into his pained eyes.

“Next time, you bring me.” You stated, making sure he understood that he could never leave you alone again. He sighed with a chuckle.

“I will then, but I will be beside you at all times.” He said and kissed your forehead, successfully, unlike your attempt.

“I wouldn’t mind.” You smiled and kissed him perfectly on his lips.


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- Footprints in the Sand -

One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was walking along the beach with my Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You’d walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me.”

He whispered, “My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you.”

- Mary Stevenson -

sterek soul bonded fic recs

Soul-bonded sterek. An updated list. 

I Could Find My Way Back by  entanglednow | 6.2K

What’s the worst that could happen?

Now Until the End by  Dira Sudis (dsudis) | 17.7K

“Why the hell did you do that?” Derek demanded. “Why would you bond with me? You were going to leave me for dead, you didn’t want anything to do with helping me.”

 "Okay, first of all, that was like two hours ago and I’ve grown a lot as a person since then,“ Stiles said.

Like a Melody (it won’t leave my head) by  Jerakeen | 7.9K

Stiles doesn’t notice the constant buzzing in his head until it’s gone.

Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout) by  mirrorkill | 20.2K

Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he’s getting the brunt of this week’s insanity. There’s a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom’s setting up his sister with his new boss’s cute son. There’s some guy talking in his head. Oh, and his heat kicks in, four months too early. Also: he’s pretty sure cell phones are the worst thing on the planet.

This is Derek Hale’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. All he wants is to enjoy his new apartment in peace. But you can’t always get what you want. And if he tries real hard, will the voice in his head help him get what he needs?

Knot if You Don’t Knock by  jsea, marguerite_26 | 13.7K

Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Mix and Match by  Jerakeen | 6.1K

Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

My Name Over Your Heart by  hoars | 3.8K

There’s a million theories and stories that you could subscribe to that explained the bond that would begin to form at the slightest skin to skin contact, whether you were aware of your soul mate’s identity or not. Old Man Under the Moon, bad karma separating the souls, God deciding the mate of a child before conception, the chemical balances of PSI levels, etc.

All anyone knew for certainty was it happened.

Nothing Short Of Perfect by  GotTheSilver | 27K

“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

where others fade away by  pr1nc3ssp34ch | 9K

When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek’s wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.

Meanwhile, on Stiles’ eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can’t kiss him back to normal.

soulmates tbh by  bleep0bleep | 1.4K

"It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

Soul-Mark by  PaigeRhiann | 5.2K

His wolf purrs happily because it has taken eighteen years and getting his family killed to finally discover the name of his promised. The person he’s destined to be with. Or, as Werewolves call it – Mate.

“Genim S.” He repeats

You Fit Me Better by  Jerakeen | 5.1K

It’s only been eight months since he started having the dreams, but he’s already cracking. He’s heard of people living thirty, forty years with them, unable to find the one, complete the bond…. He doesn’t know if he could do it. The euphoric, in-love feeling that used to carry into his day now hurts. It feels like someone’s ripping it out of his chest every morning and he’s bleeding, all day, until he’s asleep again and he is there.

Your Face is Like a Melody (It Won’t Leave My Head) by  toyfeels | 8.3K

“Since age three, Stiles has been dreaming of Derek. When he was younger, he would always babble about Derek and draw pictures of them together, etc. but everyone just assumed that Derek was his imaginary friend. Stiles himself didn’t realize that Derek was a real person until he heard about the Hale fire but by that time, Derek and Laura had moved to New York. ”

Your Mark on my Skin by afullrevolution  | 5.5K

Everyone had a mark scrawled somewhere across their body. A name, usually a signature to represent their soul mate, their one and only true love. Stiles has known who his mark belonged to since the third grade. He doesn’t understand how Derek can be so oblivious.

Enough // Park Minhyuk

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the prompt: Hi!! Would you be able to write a fic of Rocky x chubby!reader? Something fluffy with a tiny bit of angst? Thank you!! I love your writing by the way!!

words: 1725

category: angst + fluff

author note: you asked for a tiny bit of angst and ya girl disobeyed and wrote half of the scenario in angst. hopefully the nice fluff at the end will make up for it?? please enjoy anyway!!

- destinee

Keep reading

I think about you everyday,
But I don’t feel the urge to dial your number today.
I think I’ve finally realized the person greeting me at the other end won’t be the person who resides in my heart but Someone who left in the middle of the night and robbed me of all my faith in people.

For the longest time, I hated you.
I couldn’t understand why you would leave me when I needed you the most.
I just couldn’t understand why you couldn’t do 10% of what I did for you all these years.
You had to be a rotten person with a rotten soul.
Right? Right? Right!

Wrong.

I think I’ve finally come to understand the fault in you and that in most others around me.

You aren’t a bad person.

You are just weak.

I was expecting strength from a person who wouldn’t even know what that is.

I was expecting courage from someone who was filled with cowardice from head to toe.
I can’t really blame you for being weak but I can learn to not surround myself with people who don’t match my strength.

When I use the word ‘weak’, it’s not what you think.
I cry. All the time.
I display my emotions like I own a boutique.
I have weekly breakdowns.
Sometimes, I get nightmares while doing daily chores.
None of that is being weak.

Being weak is running away.
It is being selfish.
It is not being able to stand up for what you believe in.
It is not being able to say what you feel.
It is seeing someone suffer and rolling your eyes.
It is lies instead of a vocabulary.


You are weak.
I can forgive you.
I understand you aren’t a bad person.
I forgive you.
I have the strength to do so.

Up10tion + Dean Reaction to: You Being Cute Clingy But Pull Away Sometimes Because You’re Scared of Annoying Them

a/n: I’ll just add Dean on, hope that’s okay!

Dean: Notices right away. He always pays attention to the little things you do so as you pull away, his brows come together. “Where are you going? It’s cold without you.” Pulls you close again, resting his chin on top of your head.

Originally posted by clubeskimo


Jinhoo: He looks out for you so well so the second you grow distant, he pouts those pretty lips of his. “What you doing?? Don’t you want to cuddle?”

Originally posted by up10-sons

Kuhn: Cutely pulls you back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “What’s wrong, jagi? Why are you pulling away?” Will listen to your concerns and brush them away immediately. “You’re so cute, why would I want you to leave me?”

Originally posted by iamonstax

Kogyeol: Blinks in confusion. He’ll gently pull you close once again, sweetly asking you why you pull away from him yet cling at other times. He wants to know what you’re thinking and if maybe he’s to blame for you pulling away.

Originally posted by infinitblaq

Wei: He wraps his long legs around you to stop you leaving. “Don’t you want to cuddle with me some more?” Feels like he’s to blame when you pull away and lets you at first but as time goes on, he wants answers. “Have I done something wrong?”

Originally posted by maymay-lovekpop

Bitto: Will be upset by this if you pull away a lot. Every so often is fine, he understands that you may want time alone. But if you do it often, he’ll grow upset. “Do you not like spending time with me?”

Originally posted by monstrousx

Wooshin: ”You cling to me one minute then pull away the next. Why do you do that?” Will tell you honestly that it bothers him and expects honesty from you too. Don’t brush his concern off or else you’ll hurt his feelings. As he cares for you, he wants to be able to talk through whatever issues may arise in the relationship.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Sunyoul: Nervously brings the subject up. “Do I annoy you? Is that why you pull away sometimes?” As a caring person, he’s always looking out for you. Feeling like he’s annoying you is upsetting.

Originally posted by u10tn

Gyujin: Displeased by not getting what he wants and what he wants is your affection. “Don’t go, come back! I still want to cuddle ~”

Originally posted by soulsgx

Hwanhee: Whines about it to the others. And tries to show you how frustrating it feels to have your loved one pull away from you by doing the same. Whenever you’re feeling clingy, he’ll pull away.

“See? I don’t need you - I have Xiao to keep me warm.”

Originally posted by aominedaisuki

Xiao: Used to getting attention from his hyungs and you when you’re in a clingy mood. So starts whining when you pull away. “Why are you going? Come back ~”

Originally posted by wando-tomato

Imagine being in a relationship with Stiles, but he hasn’t told you about the supernatural stuff in his life, resulting in him leaving at random and strange times, making you suspicious...

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

“Where have you been?” You were sitting in Stiles’ room, where he had suddenly left you to yourself in the midst of the Star Wars marathon you guys had been planning for a week. 

“Just…out.” Stiles sat down on his bed beside you, offering a smile of apology. “I’m sorry I left so suddenly.” 

You got up from the bed, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“You know what, Stiles?” You turned to look him in the eye. “I’m beginning to think you’re doing this to escape me. I mean why else would you just leave like that? With no explanation. Are you seeing another girl? Is that it?”

Stiles looked like he had seen a ghost, staring at you with wide eyes. 

“Babe, I swear that’s not it.” Stiles abruptly stood up, reaching for your hand, but you swiftly moved away. 

“Then what is it? What’s so important that you have to ditch me time after time again?” At this point you were almost yelling, despite knowing his father was just down the hall. 

Stiles took a deep breath before meeting your gaze. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise to keep it all a secret.” 

You nodded. 

“This is going to sound strange, but… Scott… is a werewolf.”


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Female Awesome Meme - [4/5] non warrior characters: Felicity Smoak. “When I was a girl, I hated myself. I though tthat I was broken. That no one could or ever would love me. It’s the only way a child can grow up when their father abandons them. All I ever wanted to know was why? What was so wrong with me that you would leave?”