xthefaultinourstarsx

"Sirius!” You throw open the front door and run out after your boyfriend, running after him to follow him down the street. “Come back, please! You’re overreacting!” “Am I, (Y/N)?” He stopped walking and turned to face you, his hair wild and his eyes sad. Your lips formed a line, and you nodded. “Yes,” you said firmly, walking closer to him. You just wanted to get this stupid fight past you. It was your fourth this week, and it seemed this time, it was getting out of hand. Sirius had never stormed out before. You were worried this would be the one that ended it all. “It really isn’t

You entered Potions class early on the first day of sixth year; you wanted to get a good seat and you wanted to ensure that you wouldn’t be able to catch any glimpses of a certain someone. You walked deliberately to a seat in the first row, right in front of Slughorn’s desk. You couldn’t help smiling to yourself slightly-there was no way he was going to sit up front now that Snape was no longer teaching Potions. Somewhere inside you though-you couldn’t help but wish that he would sit next to you anyway. Soon, the class began to fill up and you found yourself looking up at the doorway every time someone entered. When

It has been raining since very early in the morning and you had woken to the sound of raindrops splashing against the windows. You are overjoyed for you have always loved rainy days; you get dressed in a rush and grab a book before leaving your room. Deciding that you do not have the patience to sit through a long breakfast in the dining hall and the polite yet absolutely boring conversation which would accompany it, you head to the kitchens. One of the cooks is an old woman who used to be your caretaker when you were younger and you plan to request an orange or two from her. Bertha is delighted to see you and she happily gives you a wicker

You sit across from him and your free hand is stretched across the table to hold his. You take a sip of your coffee and enjoy the feel of his thumb rubbing lazy circles onto the back of your hand. “Do you believe in fate?” you ask him, head tilting to the side as you watch a smile bloom on his face and he prepares to answer. The sun sets over the ocean in a glorious explosion of colour and as the breeze hits your face, you realize that you are dreaming and you turn to look at him, panicking. “Arthur-“ The shrill ringing of the landline phone cuts through the perfectly quiet night, waking you from your dream and you d

You walked down the street as you looked around, it was late at night, you were returning from your friend's fancy party as your red strap dress hugged your body and came up just above the knees as your heels clicked on the pavement. You wished you had brought a cardigan and this dress had sleeves. You clutched your purse to you as you hurried down the street. You were cold and wanted to get home fast so you can take these heels off your feet and relax them as the heels were how hurting your feet, normally you wouldn't wear heels but this was an exception. You huffed and continued forward as you looked around, it was too dark for your liking

Crash. A heavy silence fell over the apartment. In your eyes, Levi had ever been the epitome of composure. Even before you met him all those years ago, Levi was as stoic as they come. His small, fleeting smiles were rare even for you, and while his anger had a short fuse, you had never witnessed a crack of emotion across the seemingly unbreakable mask of his face during one of his rampages. In fact, in your opinion, Levi Ackerman was practically too graceful for it to be fair. In contrast to you, who frequently sloshed tea on the kitchen counters or dropped bits of food to the floor, Levi Ackerman was not clumsy. Everything he did was with

“You,” your hands shook and your arms trembled as you looked up, venomously, towards the one man you had ever loved. Tears were stinging at the corners of your eyes and you were trying your best to hold them back, but the widespread feeling of pain was too strong and your heart couldn’t handle it anymore, “You jerk!” He stood there, staring directly at you with an expressionless face. This just fueled your anger. How could he not express himself, now of all times? Here you were, near to a breakdown, crying, and he had the same expression he always wore. You banged your delicate hands against his chiseled chest.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn But that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry But that's alright because I love the way you lie. "Let me go!" you screamed, struggling to pull your wrist away from his iron grip. "Can you just stop and listen for once in your life?! Goddammit (f/n)!" he yells in response, tightening his grasp on your thin wrist to the point where you felt like it would snap. "No! Just let go of me! You're hurting me, Levi!" You half-whimpered in your shout, which only seemed to piss him off even more. "Well maybe if you stopped struggling and just heard me out, then I w

Please listen to this  as you read!! WARNING FOR COARSE LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE IN THE FORM OF ABUSE. If it bothers you, exit the story. You have been warned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don’t know why I’m still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But you’ll always be my hero Even though you’ve lost your mind    Levi sat alone on the sofa, the room getting darker with each minute that passed. He sat there, his steely