#— ✿ my scars remind me that the past is real i tear my heart open just to feel. › tvd verse.

[dearestagony]

— ✿ TAG DUMP. › ANNALEIGH LANCASTER.

These are going to be under a read more, because this got very long.

— ✿ putting my defenses up ‘cause i don’t wanna fall in love. › annaleigh's default modern verse.

— ✿ i can see right through all your empty lies i won’t stay long in this world so wrong. › annaleigh's default yugioh verse.

— ✿ my demons are on the hunt but my angels taught me how to run. › annaleigh's default naruto verse.

— ✿ you’ve always been right there for me. › annaleigh's ohshc verse.

— ✿ 'cause now there’s a new life to behold and its the biggest part of my life to unfold. › annaleigh's new mom verse.

— ✿ papa don’t preach i’m in trouble deep. › annaleigh's pregnancy verse.

— ✿ look what you did suck on your lies until your eyes turn red. › annaleigh's gang days verse.

— ✿ you’re on your own kid you always have been. › annaleigh's teenager verse.

— ✿ she’s got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories. › annaleigh's supernatural verse.

— ✿ i’ve been waiting for someone to come all alone in darkness waiting for more. › annaleigh's noragami verse.

— ✿ my scars remind me that the past is real i tear my heart open just to feel. › annaleigh's tvd verse.

— ✿ remember me i’m everything you can’t control. › annaleigh's ancient egypt verse.

— ✿ who said i can’t wear my converse with my dress. › annaleigh's charmed verse.

— ✿ annaleigh lancaster. › in character.

— ✿ is this what you’d all prefer would you like me better if i was still her. › annaleigh's appearance.

— ✿ you’re not alone here not at all let me belong here break my fall. › annaleigh's headcanons.

— ✿ your sugarcoat is just as sweet as i am. › annaleigh's aesthetics.

— ✿ i let you see the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty and with every touch you fixed them. › annaleigh & saeyoung. diverse-hearts.

— ✿ where fears and lies melt away. › annaleigh's kingdom hearts verse.

[rageagaiinstaa]

— ✿ tag dump. › ANNALEIGH LANCASTER.

These are going to be under a read more, because this got very long.

— ✿ putting my defenses up 'cause i don't wanna fall in love. › default modern verse.

— ✿ i can see right through all your empty lies i won't stay long in this world so wrong. › default yugioh verse.

— ✿ my demons are on the hunt but my angels taught me how to run. › default naruto verse.

— ✿ you've always been right there for me. › ohshc verse.

— ✿ 'Cause now there's a new life to behold and its the biggest part of my life to unfold. › new mom verse.

— ✿ papa don't preach i'm in trouble deep. › pregnancy verse.

— ✿ look what you did suck on your lies until your eyes turn red. › gang days verse.

— ✿ you're on your own kid you always have been. › teenager verse.

— ✿ she’s got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories. › supernatural verse.

— ✿ i've been waiting for someone to come all alone in darkness waiting for more. › noragami verse.

— ✿ my scars remind me that the past is real i tear my heart open just to feel. › tvd verse.

— ✿ remember me i'm everything you can't control. › ancient egypt verse.

— ✿ who said i can't wear my converse with my dress. › charmed verse.

— ✿ annaleigh lancaster. › in character.

— ✿ is this what you'd all prefer would you like me better if i was still her. › appearance.

— ✿ you're not alone here not at all let me belong here break my fall. › headcanons.

— ✿ your sugarcoat is just as sweet as i am. › aesthetics.

— ✿ i let you see the parts of me that weren’t all that pretty and with every touch you fixed them. › annaleigh & saeyoung. diverse-hearts.

[scribblewrites]

Just be with me

Katsuki Bakugou x gn!reader hurt/comfort

this is my first time writing so don’t expect much

this is very much just me projecting lol. Reader feels like crap, Bakugou comforts them. He might be a bit ooc

TW: mentions of SH, Reader has anxiety/breakdown and is overall feeling bad

take care of yourselves! ♥

— Bakugou sat in the common area as the smell of the class's dinner (now slightly burnt thanks to Kaminari setting the oven wrong) filled the air. He disinterestedly scrolled his phone, occasionally listening to the extras complaining about how hard Aizawa sensei had pushed them in training. A scoff was thrown in here and there from Bakugou’s place on the couch.

Motioning to get up and start yelling at Kaminari for ruining dinner, Bakugou stopped as his phone went off with a flurry of texts. Grunting, he opened his phone again

“Tch, what the hell is it now”

——————————Y/N——————————

7:14 PM -hey

7:14 PM-can you come to my dorm?

7:16 PM -soon, please

He stared at his phone, worry slowly forming on his face. Now that he thought about it, y/n hadn’t joined the rest of the extras after class like they normally do. They hadn’t been roaming the kitchen impatiently waiting for dinner like normal either. Suddenly their absence became increasingly prevalent in his mind. He noticed a slight change in their behavior the past few days but chalked it up to the stress of upcoming exams the whole class was experiencing.

“I’ll be back, gotta grab somethin’ from my room” Bakugou hurriedly walked towards the elevators before anyone could say something.

—Reader’s POV—

You were sitting crisscross on your bed, staring blankly at the wall in front of you desperately trying to control your breathing. The stupid overwhelming feeling in your chest sat heavy as you silently willed tears, sobs, anything to escape. Anxiety weighed you down the past couple of days. Ignoring it didn't work like you hoped, resulting now in the panic and shame suffocating you.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The sting of your outer thighs began to feel more and more intense. They were scratched to hell, red marks swelling slightly in the tracks of your nails. Small cuts were littered among the scratches. Not deep enough to cause any real damage or scar, but enough to now sit as an ugly reminder of your outburst mere minutes ago.

“Ughh, why did I text him” you groaned, pressing your palms into your eyes and laying back.

It’s stupid. You just didn’t want to be alone now. it hasn’t been this bad in months, shit maybe years. Over the weekend it got progressively worse and now you’re stuck, feeling somewhere in between numbness and regret.

knock knock

The harshness of the fist on your door gave away who was there. Slowly sitting up and letting out a shaky sigh you called him in.

“It’s open.” the door quickly swung open and shut as Bakugou stormed towards you.

“What the hell is up with your ominous ass texts? You’ve been actin’ weird all day and it’s throwing me off” It only took him a few strides to cross over in front of your bed.

He looked you up and down, finally analyzing your face after his rough entrance. His face shifted slightly after he saw the dullness in your eyes and the state of your legs. The normal disinterested look on his face remained, but you didn’t miss the subtle softening in his eyebrows or the concern growing in his eyes.

“Oh.”

“hey, too you too Katsuki” The half-hearted jab fell weakly from your lips.

“Shit. Um, I could-- do you want me to"

“No.” you interrupted his awkward attempt at figuring out what to do. “I don’t want you to do anything. Last thing I need right now is someone judging me or trying to fix this.”

You pulled your knees to your chest, trying to keep your voice level as you got your request out.

“just— just be with me.”

He paused briefly, clearly searching for a response. "Tch, yeah…I can do that.”

He shuffled a bit, pulling his hands out of his pockets and crossing towards you. A sigh of relief left you as you realized he wouldn’t judge you. He didn’t try and spew fake comfort, instead, he shoved you to make room on the bed. Reaching for your laptop, he settled in next to you and scrolled through YouTube.

After a few hours of watching dumb reactions and video essays, you melted into his side. At some point, you felt his rough hand lightly rubbing your arm. Sleep was creeping over you as your eyes burned from the bright screen. Picking up your phone, you registered that it was almost 11 pm. Katsuki would’ve normally been asleep hours ago.

“It’s past your bedtime old man” you joked as you shoved the time in his face.

“I’m not the one starting to snore, dumbass” he nudged your side with no real bite to his words.

“Rude!” you chuckled and weakly shoved him back in retaliation. Settling back into his side, sleep was finally winning. Before drifting off, you whispered almost inaudibly,

“Thanks ‘Tsuki”

you began lightly snoring before he responded, his head dipping to softly kiss your head.

“G'night, y/n”

hope y’all enjoyed this! pls leave any feedback, this is my first time writing anything like this and I’d love to improve ♥

[callahanisms]

for me...formidable

i'm going to commit to the bit and make this a real thing. because i like the idea of tashi getting her fellow tennis player back in the game.

this will also be another time where i'm specifying reader's gender. so a female reader. and they're the same age as tashi.

unfortunately did i technically make covid canon in the universe? yes. yes i did.

pairing: tashi duncan x fem! reader

context: 2019 (briefly), late 2020 - 2021

"are you just going to keep eyefucking your husband? or...?"

you turn your head back to look at her. "sorry." you feel the phantom feeling of pain shooting up your leg and your fingers go to scratch at the scar on your leg.

tashi glances over. your husband and hers. playing tennis in the country club. she can overhear the conversation from them. come on art! do it! beat me!

"and how are your kids?"

"they're fine. doing well in school. having fun at sleepaway camp. it's just me in the house. feels unnatural." your stomach churns at the thought of your kids.

that's not to say you didn't love them. you loved your triplets. but your triplets reminded you that you could have had a different path. you could've had them later after you won the coveted venus rosewater dish. to finish your collection of trophies on the shelf. to finish a grand slam career title.

you feared you had aged out of the sport. and that there was no chance for you. a comeback was out of your league.

"he still keeps you at home?"

"yeah. even though i saved his career." you take a sip of your virgin strawberry daquiri. "that whole speech, the whole rebrand idea...was me. it was my idea."

"he's been keeping you locked up since college. so i'm not surprised." tashi's fingers tap on the table as she looks out at the men playing tennis.

"locked up since i got my injury." you scoff. "hate it. i hate seeing that empty space on the shelf. there's enough room for another trophy. for wimbledon." you sniffle. you blink back the tears. your husband always scolded you for getting emotional about it.

"you healed. you recovered well." tashi cocks her head to the side, and she pushes her sunglasses up so they rest atop her head. "why aren't you playing?"

"dan says...some shit about not wanting me to get hurt again. it's real bullshit."

"yeah. it is. you should play."

you raise your eyebrows, looking at tashi. "tashi."

"what? you can do it. you're still young."

"i'm 31. i don't...i don't want to be one of those players that comes back way past their prime. besides, i wouldn't even know where to start-"

"i can coach you."

you nearly spat out your drink. you swallow it down and ignore how cold it is, how it painfully travels down your system. "huh!"

"i can coach you. feel like you're...a lot easier to work with than some other people." tashi leans back in her seat. you were always receptive to her advice and criticism back at stanford. you always took things to heart because you strived for perfection and for pushing yourself.

and secretly, tashi wanted to piss off your husband. she's always hated dan.

you purse your lips. "tashi i...no. don't. you don't need to!"

"art wants to retire. after he tries for the u.s. open. win or lose. he wants to retire. i need someone new. and i think you deserve a second chance."

"that's...that's if i can even play the same. i'm old! my body is...completely different from when we were in college. i have three kids-"

"dan can watch the kids, for once. just...you don't even have to tell me now. you can think about it. if you want to play but not go with me, that's fine too. i would just hate to see a stranger try to say what you should and shouldn't do."

after all, you deserve to be cared for by the woman who knows you the best.

lockdown was a time where you really sat and thought about your tennis career.

you were tired of just taking care of the kids all day, of being locked in with them all the time.

and what you hated the most was that empty space on your shelf, staring at it all day, every day. you hated it when your husband showed it off on facetime to his friends. he almost bragged about the fact that there was a missing trophy, that you were missing a grand slam.

about two months into lockdown, you text tashi.

– let's do this – comeback of the century, right? – and i want you on board

"art's excited for you."

"is he?" you look at her as she's writing something on the legal pad. she always enjoyed the feeling of the paper. she was writing with a pen you had bought her. it was from a stationary store and the kind that had a tiny tennis ball and tennis racquet attached to the clicker.

"i think he's just happy to...relax." she looks up, watching the way your body was being stretched by the trainer. "you're a little bit older. and you have some clotting issues since giving birth. i can get in touch with some people to help craft a suit that will help."

"tashi, don't you think we're doing too much?"

"we aren't. you're older. and your body is obviously different from art's. for one, you literally made and carried three kids. we just need to get you the right equipment, get your body back into shape, and train you up."

the look of hesitation does not go unnoticed. "we can stop at any time-"

"no. i want that dish." you say it through gritted teeth. "i'm going to fucking get it."

tashi feels her lips curl into a satisfied smile. "hell yes we are."

"i registered you for a tournament. they're starting to open things back up." tashi lightly hits the ball and watches the way your legs move with precision. you hit the ball and it knocks over the cone all the way to your left. "you're basically a whole new player. some people might remember you, some won't. so we're leaning towards a new public image." she hits another ball.

you hit it and knock over the final cone.

"what does dan think about all this?" she asks.

you shake your head, wiping the sweat off of your forehead. "i'm divorcing dan."

tashi raises her eyebrows. "oh. is everything okay?"

"everything is fine. i...just hated him. don't hate the kids. they're sweethearts. and he's wasn't around enough for them to really grow attached to him. i...i was trying to work things out when he swooped in like a hawk and shoved that ring on my finger." you loved not being able to wear it. "i finally worked those things out."

"good for you. you deserve better."

like her.

but tashi would never say that out loud.

charleston. the perfect opportunity for a comeback.

you've faced worse. you had to remind yourself of that. the charleston open was not as serious as the other tournaments of the past. your hands were cold and frigid beneath the air conditioning. and they were growing numb.

"hey. hey. you're going to do great."

tashi's hands are warm. they cup your face, making you look at her and deep into her brown eyes.

she's always so warm.

"i can't feel my fingers." you mutter.

"here." she moves her hands to take yours, pressing them flat together between her own. "warm enough?"

"i can...feel it coming back."

tashi watches the way your eyes look all over the place, how they take in the crevices of the wall. you were always an observant person. you always liked looking at the walls of the locker room.

the catsuit looked really good on you too.

"what if...this is all a mistake..." you mumble.

"then it would be a waste of hard work and materials." she doesn't mean to sound cold. "and technically, you would have divorced dan for no reason."

you finally look at her. her eyes are soft. and you understand. she sees another shot within you. the same kind of shot she saw within art.

"yeah. i guess." there's the remnant of a laugh leaving you.

tashi leans forward. her lips are soft. and she tastes like prosecco. her perfume is warm with spices.

you kiss her back, leaning towards her, leaning into her. it feels right. kissing her feels right. just like that one time you two kissed in the showers at stanford.

tashi pulls away. she feels your hands. your hands were warm. hers were a little cold now.

"decimate that bitch."

[sapfira]

My scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel

♫ Song: Papa Roach - Scars ♫

[star-girl69]

I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: i’ll admit i had to do several rewrites of this chapter until it came out how i wanted it, and even then i don’t think it’s my best work. but regardless, this was really fun to write and i absolutely adore this series. i hope you all enjoy!

warnings: swearing, abuse (not physical), forced isolation, mentions of forced starvation, violence, mentions of sex, incest, tell me if i missed anything!

Chapter Two - Blind Me

—-

You woke the same way you always did. Alone, cold. Empty.

Rhaenyra had taken your heart with her, and you found yourself incapable of loving until you were reunited with her.

She haunted you.

She looked like an angel, but perhaps she was the angel of something dark. The angel of pain, you thought. The angel of longing, yearning.

The angel of remembering was the most likely. Seeing as you remembered every inch of skin she had ever let you touch, every line on her skin, every scar.

But you remembered her hands the most of all.

How they would splay across your skin, pressing you tight to her on cold nights.

She haunted your thoughts every day, in the morning and at night. You thought of her while your husband was right next to you.

Sometimes, if you were lucky, she haunted your sleep. She would visit you in your dreams, do nothing but hold you and tell you how much she missed you. It felt so real.

You could hide your mind, but you could not hide the aching in your hands, fingers always splayed around nothing, wishing her hand was with yours. Lips always soft, always ready for hers to be placed upon them.

You missed her more than life itself.

The door opened, and light flooded your room.

“Good morning, Lady Chambers.” You didn’t speak to the handmaiden. You tried to, when you had first been married, but no one was her. No one was Rhaenyra.

You remained silent as she coaxed you out of your cold bed, into the cold air, and you smiled to yourself. Was Rhaenyra as cold as you right now? Or perhaps she was warm, snuggled under the blankets in the arms of her husband.

You heard the rumors. You knew about Harwin Strong, about her bastard children. You knew about the scandal she had participated in, being married to her uncle so shortly after both their partners deaths.

Maybe they were happy together. Maybe she had forgotten about you. It’s not like you could have sent any letters to her, your husband laughing in your face when you asked to borrow a raven to send them. He forbid you from sending any correspondance.

He liked seeing you like this, you realized. Alone and in pain, a weak woman with no one to save her. No one to warm her bed, no children to care for. He was cruel, cruel, cruel.

You hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

After being dressed in a dark blue dress, showing that you belonged to your husband, you made your way downstairs. You decided you would skip breakfast as you did most meals, not ready to see your husband unless you had to.

You walked past his chambers, stopping in front of the door.

Tears welled, but you refused to let them fall. You stood tall, fixed your dress and turned to go to the library. It reminded you of Rhaenyra.

A scream came from your husbands chambers, and a barely clothed woman ran out, wrapped in a sheet.

Guards swarmed past you, into your husbands chambers you had never even been inside of.

One stood by you, grabbing your arm. You pushed yourself into him, letting fear rest in your viens like ice.

What had happened to him? Would they come for you next?

The head guard, a man by the name of Ser Wolland, left the chambers with a grave look on his face.

“Lord Chambers is dead.”

—-

Your husband was not dead.

No, of course, Kyle Chambers would never leave this world, not while you were alive and had the chance of being happy. Instead, you and your husband’s court was whisked off to King’s Landing, where he would receive the best care from the Grand Maester.

The House Chambers had always been good friends to the crown, so with a bit of begging, this gesture was allowed.

Everyone knew that with the marriage of Aegon and Helaena, to happen later this week, the Greens were making a play for the throne. Tensions grew between the Blacks and the Greens, and your husband was determined to play both sides.

He was stupid.

But you were grateful for his sudden illness, his diagnosis not known to you, seeing as you were a “weak” woman who could not possibly understand.

Your best guess was that something was wrong with his heart.

But just as something was wrong with his, something was wrong with yours. During the carriage ride, as you had grown nearer and nearer to where she would be, your heart fluttered ridiculously.

It was good timing, your husband’s illness. You had to travel to King’s Landing for the royal wedding regardless, so the preparations had already been made.

You didn’t know of Rhaenyra would be there. Maybe her hatred of the Greens would be too strong, and she would feign sickness and send her sons in her place. You hoped she did not.

Gods, you hoped she was there.

—-

The carriage stopped in the courtyard with a large thump, and your husband exited first. Practically carried out by guards, he was getting weaker and weaker by the day.

His pulse dropped so low that the maester would proclaim him dead, only for him to awaken a few hours later. But with each awakening, he was weaker and weaker.

He still had enough energy to entertain his whores, as long as he could lay on his back while some poor woman struggled to wrap her legs around his wide frame from above.

“Lord Kyle of House Chambers, and his Lady Wife.”

You despised that title, but exited the carriage regardless. Your husband demanded that you wear his house colors the entire trip, royal blue, to show everyone that you belonged to him.

He probably had half a mind to just lock you away in your chambers, collect you when the trip was over.

He often did that when other lords were visiting, saying you were sick while he hid you in your bedroom right above them.

You used to hope that someone would notice, that someone would save you. But you soon realized that notion was foolish, and forced yourself to accept your new reality.

You prayed each and every night for his demise.

The sun was bright in your eyes, but as they adjusted, you looked around. The courtyard buzzed with activity, the carriage rolling off behind you, swords clanging in the distance.

You turned, in awe, letting yourself be taken by the current of people. It was so nice to be back in King’s Landing.

Perhaps color would return to your face, here in this bright and sunny place.

You turned around, almost laughing like a wild woman at all the activity. You had not felt this alive in years.

Your joy came to an abrupt end as you slammed into someone, almost knocking them over. Gods, you almost knocked over a small child.

“I’m so sorry!” You rushed out as the boy steadied himself, looking quite proud.

“Jace! Did you see that? I didn’t fall over!” Another young boy ran over, perhaps some years older, looking at you with an accusing gaze.

“I’m so sorry. I- I haven’t been to court in years. I fear I’m not quite accustomed to all this hustle.” The young boy you had knocked into shrugged, looking up at you with a smile. The older boy, Jace, who you assumed to be his brother; placed a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder.

“It’s alright. I’m Prince Lucerys, My Lady. I haven’t been to court in a while either.” You froze at the name. Oh, oh Gods. This was Rhaenyra’s child.

“Y-you’re the Prince? And you are too?” You looked to Jace, which must be a nickname for Jacerys. “Oh, I knew your mother many years ago. I was her Lady-in-Waiting.”

“Really?” Jace perked up, looking at you with a curious fascination. “What was she like back then?”

You were sure these two boys didn’t want to hear about how their mother was the sweetest lover, so you blushed, trying to think of an answer.

“Yes, what was she like?” Lucerys grabbed your hand, and slowly you fell into a walk with the two boys at either side of you.

“Well, she was beautiful. And she was always very kind to me. She was ambitious, in a way. She knew what she wanted and she went out to get it. She was very inspiring.”

Both boys seemed to hang on your every word, eager to hear more. You were about to retell the story of how you met, when the voice of your husband scared you to the bone. He stalked over, his anger for you suddenly healing his heart.

“Y/N! I told you to go straight to your chambers. You’re very tired after our journey, aren’t you?” He hadn’t told you to do anything of the sort.

Your hand started to shake in Lucerys’ grip, and he frowned, squeezing tighter.

Jace, on the other hand, immediately didn’t like this man. Although you had bumped into his brother, it was a accident and you were very kind about it. He doubted you deserved this harsh tone from your husband.

“I’m sorry, husband.” You extricated yourself from the two boys, and you were quite sad to do so. “It was lovely talking to you two boys.” You offered a kind smile, and the two returned it.

“Goodbye, Lady…”

“Chambers. Lady Y/N Chambers.” Jace nodded, finishing with his goodbye. Luke waved to you, and you smiled as you turned to follow your husband.

—

“Mother, do you know who we met today?” Luke anxiously kicked his feet under the table, eager for his mother’s attention. Rhaenyra could barely contain her smile.

“Who, my sweet boy?”

“Lady Y/N Chambers. She said she used to know you, that she was your Lady-in-Waiting!”

“I really liked her. She was nice.” Jace chimed in, spooning a bite of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Rhaenyra felt her heart stop.

Her Y/N- back in the castle. So close to her, after all this time.

“Y-yes. I remember her. How- how did she look?”

“Her husband was very mean,” Luke frowned, playing with the food on his plate. “She was talking to us and then he came over and started yelling at her.”

“It was… odd,” Jace agreed, thinking back to the interaction.

“Oh, I see. Well, perhaps I’ll see her again soon.”

Gods, Rhaenyra might go crazy if she didn’t see you again soon. Her thoughts were consumed with you, the memory of your touch, your kiss, forever ingrained into her very soul. She had lived too long without you. The need for you grew day by day.

From across the table, Rhaenyra exchanged a glance with Daemon, wordlessly reminding him of his promise.

He looked almost annoyed with her, as if saying: of course I have not forgotten, my dear wife, that you wish to take your childhood lover and wed her to us in the ways of Old Valyria.

Rhaenyra let the grip on her fork go, not even realizing she had been gripping it since your name was mentioned.

You were here, in the palace. Soon, what Rhaenyra had been waiting so long for would fall into place. She would have her Y/N, and her Daemon. What she had been waiting so long for.

—-

[sweetdemolitionlovers]

« I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much. And my scars remind me that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel. » ♫ Scars - Papa Roach

Marshall 💕 My old fireman 💕

[welcomeleon]

getting high and singing along to divorced dad rock at 11pm (sorry neighbors) to feel closer to le.o.n kenn.edy

I TEAR MY HEART OPEN, i sew myself shut, my weakness is that i cared too much, and my scars remind me that the past is real, i tear my heart open—

[werebutch]

they were literally right i tear my heart open i sew myself shut my weakness is that i care too much and my scars remind me that the past is real i tear my heart open just to feel

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

🎶I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much. And my scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel🎶

Lucid had heard the singing. Following it, he found his predecessor in a state of seeming melancholy. Concern filled his heart, slowly approaching Lucifer. Perhaps he was intruding and should leave the King be, but the angels compassion drove him forward to check.

🎶 Drunk and you’re feeling down

And you just want to be alone

Are you pissed 'cause I came around?

Should I just go home?🎶

[lady-of-glass-and-bone]

Songs & Characters: Pedro Pascal

Album: Blue Lips     Artist: Tove Lo

So I did this with all the Florence + The Machine albums and now I’m doing it with Tove Lo’s discography because why not. Basically what I’m doing is listening to the whole album and picking which sing reminds me of which Pedro character and the specific lyrics that go with it.

Some of the lyrics below are sexual/explicit keep reading at your own discretion.

disco tits /  Oberyn Martell

Live right now, peakin' on top / So wild now, I'm high as fuck / Don't look down / My mind, you can relax / I know how to dial it back / Not this time

You think I'm drunk now, but I am not / You're so pretty, come roll with me / I'm 'bout to get down, I'm high as fuck / I'm no chemist, but it's good shit

I'm sweatin' from head to toe / I'm wet through all my clothes / I'm fully charged, nipples are hard / Ready to go (oh, oh) / I'm sweatin' from head to toe / I'm wet through all my clothes (yeah) / I'm fully charged, nipples are hard / Ready to go

shedontknowbutsheknows - Dave York

Hanging by the bar at sunrise / With our bodies talking / Hooked up last week, had a good time / So I regret nothing / I see her come close, ooh / I wonder what you told her to make her stay

Don't even bother with your lies / Won't let you see her when she cries / Go on, unhappy in the night

shivering gold - Marcus Pike

A minute of truth time, talkin' 'bout stuff

Keep saying I'm danger, but thinking I'm love

I'm out on the dance floor, drinking my tears

Acting all cliché, and facing my fears

I feel that thing that jolts me, fucks with me good / Shivering gold / I shiver in gold / Wild, real / Got things like moon rocks rolled up in love / Shivering gold

I shiver in gold

Kissing it better, a physical face

Taking your body, I sit on your face

I see you smiling, covered in me

Moving too fast now, but fuck it, we're free

don’t ask don’t tell - Javier Peña

I'm curious to know who you are

Know what turns you on, turns you off

Know we're not kids anymore

Know we've both been here before

These butterflies scare me to death

Feel them beating out of my chest

Make me come, come so alive

And go with your moves through the night

And baby, don't ask and then don't tell / Already know you're fucked up / And it's cool with me / My past and don't ask and don't tell / No need to share too much / Come on, let it be

stranger - Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales

You're my stranger in the dark / I am lonely, lonely heart / Waiting for someone to take me home / You're my stranger in the dark / I am lonely, vagabond / Hold me down, want you to bring me home

Let's begin, love making you beg for the win

I'm the prize you get if you do everything I say

Get you high, I get you high

I wanna be what you want me to be

I'd go anywhere, no rules, I don't care

Oh, oh just take me home, oh

So you're my last hope and, and I don't care what you do

Leave my heart open, I'm gonna leave it for you

You can walk on it, I wanna hurt, feeling used

Take the edge off it, just take the edge off it

romantics - Dieter Bravo

We could be romantics for life / Go wild with our scars unhealed / Ooh, ooh / We could be romantics for life / Like drugs make us feel unreal

They talk a lot, don't they?

'Bout your life

They talk a lot, don't they?

Why? Are you tired?

It's none of their business who we love

Drinking, destructive, kind, fill me up

Holding me down in my seat

Tell me, I know what you need

I know your head makes you lie, oh

cycles - Ezra

What's your name?

I can tell you a story before we get into the game

We fall head over heels overnight

See my face in your future

I'm in your future, in your nights, hmmm

I'm in a cycle / Don't make me hate you / Just 'cause I talk about the things I've done before you / I'm in a cycle / Swear this is different / Don't wanna end it, if you leave then I keep spinnin'

It's so romantic in a way / Why don't you catch me when I sway? / 'Cause when my heart falls out of place / I know (oh, oh, oh)

struggle - Max Phillips

So you're deep like the ocean / And got your bottles of potion / I believe in karma / Set the waves into motion

Cold, cold, cold, cold hands over me / Fuck, fuck, fuck some sense into me / Gold for loneliness, I will pay / Fuck, fuck some sense into me

The struggle is real

When you don't tell me how you feel 'bout this love

I've got my way with words

Don't believe me

Pretend like I don't hurt

I don't, I don't, I don't

I've got my way with pain

Don't believe me

I numb myself to blame

I don't, I don't, I don't

9th of october - Joel Miller

We never had coffee table books or dinner parties / We always had hazy nights and sex, cliché's in Paris / Don't disturb on the top floor / Getting high by the window / In bed with your eyes looked into mine / How perfect was it?

9th of October, I always remember / No bad things had happened then / Honestly, you never thought you'd fall for me / But somehow you got pulled in / Livin' so fast, makin' memories last / 'Til our hearts couldn't hold no more / Hear you explodin' while I am implodin' / Now, how did we let this go?

We never wanted

A normal kind of love

9th of October, I always remember

9th of October, I always remember those big words, I said them first

9th of October, I always remember

9th of October, can't think of it sober 'cause all of it fuckin' hurts

bad days - Maxwell Lord

Why cut so deep every word that we speak? / Triggers, shit we never thought / I still remember all the good times / If not, I'll recreate 'em all

If it was easy, I'd forget about you, baby

But I never really understood

How people move on from a heart to love another

Oh, if I could, I would

If it was easy, I'd forget about you, baby

But I never really understood

How people move on from a heart to love another

Oh, if I could, I would

Yeah, I try

But we're in the same crowd

Always at the same scene

So I don't know how

I'm supposed to act fine

When we used to be burning love

That died

Colder than ice

Why am I surprised?

But I guess that's how

I guess that's how we do it now

hey you got drugs - Pero Tovar

Ten years of highs just for fun

Not a height 'til I'm caught

Pain from the past like a small piece of glass in my heart

And this should be the time of my life

You fucking made it your deal, your deal

And I keep dancin' away 'cause it's all fun and games 'til it's real

We don't wanna go home

(Better dance for us)

You're fucked but, oh, you're so fun

(How you holding on?)

I don't know tomorrow

(If it comes or not)

But I promise for life you can brag 'bout tonight

You won't save the night for me

You won't save the night for me

You won't save the night for me

And I ain't never gonna go home

[allhailhu4l]

“I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much, and my scars remind me that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel.”

[nnycore]

be honest would you let me hit it even though i tear my heart open and i sew myself shut and my weakness is that i care too much and my scars remind me that the past is real and i tear my heart open just to feel?

[honestly-losing-myself]

Lyricsss

"I tear my heart open,

I sew myself shut.

My weakness is,

That I care too much.

And my scars remind me,

That the past is real.

I tear my heart open just to feel."

-Scars by Papa Roach

[sweetdemolitionlovers]

« I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much. And my scars remind me that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel. » ♫ Scars - Papa Roach

Earvin 💕 My part-time model 💕

[heartcrushbee]

Dear L,

I guess I was stupid, believing your sweet lies,

I guess I was stupid, seeing truth through blinded eyes,

I guess I was stupid, for opening my heart wide,

To someone who played games, who toyed with my pride.

I thought you were different, I thought you were true,

But now I see clearly, the pain that you drew.

I guess I was stupid, for trusting too quick,

I guess I was stupid, for falling for your trick.

You whispered promises, like petals in the breeze,

But they scattered and faded, leaving me on my knees.

I guess I was stupid, for letting you in,

I guess I was stupid, now where do I begin?

To mend this shattered heart, to find my own way,

To learn from this lesson, to grow from today.

I won’t stay in sorrow, I won’t dwell in the past,

Though scars may remind me, they won’t forever last.

I’ll gather my courage, I’ll rise from the pain,

Stronger and wiser, through the tears and the rain.

I guess I was stupid, but I won’t always be,

For each hurt is a lesson, in finding the real me.

-HeartCrushBee