and i love him woops

Iwa-chan, Certified Nerd

For some reason there’s a movie poster in this week’s issue of Jump!! Make sure to have a look!!

Kageyama: ‘Sup Iwaizumi-san

Iwaizumi: *fidgety fidgety* Kageyama, next up, switch with me…!

Kageyama: ‘Kay 

Hinata: Owowowowow!! Get off!! Kageyama get off!!

Mercy: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from @hazftcor: hey can you do a theo imagine using the song mercy by shawn mendes? where the reader is madly in love with theo because theo is always nice to her and only her but he does so much evil stuff like killing scott, your best friend. sorry if i am confusing you in any way :)

So I love this song, and Shawn Mendes (2 months till I see him woop woop) so I hope you like this imagine. It’s also really long. Enjoy x

You’ve got a hold of me
Don’t even know your power

Theo Raeken had you hooked. 

Completely and utterly hooked. 

He was an addiction, and he didn’t even know it. Well, he knew you loved him. You just never let on how much. How much you needed him, how you felt like you couldn’t breathe until you were around him. 

Until your lips were on his, until your skin was on his, until you could look into those green eyes. 

Everybody loves a bad boy. Yeah, no shit. 

 It was a typical cliche. The bad boy who’s horrible to everyone, except the quiet girl. And when he finally confesses his love to her, she’s conflicted because of all the bad things he’s done. 

Except, murder was never on the cards in the movies. Especially the murder of your best friend, Scott McCall.

I stand a hundred feet
But I fall when I’m around you

After Theo had come clean, after he’d killed Scott, you’d left him. 

At school, you’d avoided him. Avoided the looks he gave you in the corridors, despite the feelings they gave you. Despite the tingling in your spine, the goosebumps on your skin, the desire to be near him. 

You were suffering from withdrawal symptoms, and needless to say, you weren’t coping. 

You were on the bridge where Theo’s sister had died. No, where Theo had killed his sister. You studied the water for what seemed like forever, trying to find a rationale, any reason Theo would have for killing his own sister, for killing Scott. It was then you came to the decision that he was a cold-blooded killer. 

One who was using you. 

“That’s not true, and you know it.”

You had turned as Theo walked onto the bridge, clearly offended by what you had accidentally said aloud. Good. He should be. 

“What do you want?”

“To talk.”

He had stood by you, and you’d felt yourself shiver, as his jacket brushed up against your arm. It wasn’t skin, but it was close enough. 

He smirked. 

“Nice to see I still have that effect.”

You shot him a glare. You could not, you would not let your feelings cloud your judgement.

“Go ahead. Talk. Explain to me why you killed my best friend.”

But Theo had chosen not to talk. Instead, he’d decided to be spontaneous, totally predictable, but spontaneous all the same. 

He’d kissed you.

Please have mercy on me
Take it easy on my heart

Every fiber in your being was pulling you closer to him. His body on yours as he pushed you against the railing, his hands sliding up your neck to grip your hair, his lips on yours, his tongue dancing with your own. 

Your heart was enjoying the relapse you had taken in your Theo Raeken addiction, reveling in it. Your head, your head was screaming at you. Telling you to stop, telling you to run. 

It was drowned out when Theo’s teeth pulled at your bottom lip, picking you up and carrying you to his car.

Even though you don’t mean to hurt me
You keep tearing me apart

You lied in Theo’s arms in the back seat, a few blankets covering your bodies. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, your head on his chest, and an arm slung across his chest. 

One you had been placing kisses down only moments before. 

The only sound was that of you two breathing heavily. 

Theo’s fingers brushed your neck, tracing over each bruising mark he had left. 

“I love you,” he had said, as he’d pulled at your skin, kissing, licking, biting. 

“I know,” you’d replied, breathless, aching, wanting. 

Would you please have mercy on me
I’m a puppet on your string

“What are you thinking about?” Theo asked before placing a kiss on the top of your head, inhaling your scent. 

You didn’t reply, scared of how he would react if you told him how you really felt. How conflicted you were. How much you wanted him, needed him, and how much you didn’t.


You turned in his arms, your chest against his, ignoring the impulses and the urges you got. 

“Theo, I- I don’t know what to do. I love you, I love you more than anything. I think I just proved that, but, you killed my best friend. You lied to me. And I need to know if I can trust you.”

For a moment, Theo’s eyes darkened. Something about it was terrifying, and made you want to run. But there was something about it, something that exhilirated and enticed you. Something that made you feel things you’d never felt around Theo before. 

And then his eyes softened before he spoke. 

And even though you got good intentions
I need you to set me free

Would you please have mercy, mercy on my heart

“Y/N, princess,” you shuddered at the nickname. It was what he called you all the time. Everyday, every night, every time you had sex. It made you his. His princess. His everything. 

“I know you think I’m a bad person, and I am. There’s no denying that. But that’s who I am, and that’s who you fell in love with. And you, you’re so perfect, so pure, okay, maybe not pure after what we just did,” he chuckled, before cupping your face in his hands, “I could never hurt you. I would never hurt you. I love you too much for that.”

He drew your forehead against his. 

“Trust me. Just let me be me. Just let me love you.”

And even though your head was still screaming at you, even though this boy who you were in bed with had killed your best friend, you chose to listen to your heart. 

You chose to drown in your addiction as you kissed him, not caring that it would break you. 

anonymous asked:

What do you love about Smitty? Thanks to you I found him <3

ohhhhh friend, what DON’T i love about my meme son? i’m glad i helped you find him tho he’s HILARIOUS and i love him. if that wasn’t obvious

well, for one, i love his humor - even if it’s mostly memes, it’s not actually obnoxious to me bc he executes it well??? idk i’m biased AND his editing is simply phenooooomenal like dayum he’s got a gift

it’s also that he’s secretly soft af LMAO like he always listens to everyone else and tries to include everyone and he never really gets legitimately mad and even if he likes to fancy himself an asshole/badass, he’s actually so sweet and precious and he must be pROTECTED

listen i got a lot to say about smii7y PFFF i’m hyped that i spread the smii7y love to you :P <333 thanks for the ask, nonnie! the underappreciated canadian milk bag always needs more love

The Truth

Imagine Dwalin’s reaction when you tell him you’re pregnant.

Imagine Dwalin protectively resting his hands over your baby bump.

Courtesy tag for @everyjourneylove

You gargled the cool river water in your mouth, washing away the burning acidity and spit it back into the shallow stream. You stared down into the clear ripples as they radiated away from you and sighed. Your cheeks were rosy and fuller than only a week before. Your hair, even as it was tied loosely behind your head, looked thicker and shinier. As your empty stomach gurgled again, you sat back on your heels and groaned at your reality. There was no denying it any longer.

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*Requested: Y/N is insanely attracted to Newt and is open about it, but Newt doesn’t want to offset the balance in the Glade, which causes him to keep rejecting her. When she finally has had enough of his rejections and ignores him to try to move on, he can’t take it and confesses his attraction to her.*

You huffed as you walked away from the Garden. You silently hoped he would call out your name and you would turn around and he would embrace you and tell you how he really felt and you could live happily every after, but Newt wasn’t like that. He kept turning down any advances you made and yet you kept trying.

There was a bonfire that night for the Greenie, who seemed to be already fitting in with the other Gladers.

“Y/N, right?” he asked and you smiled warmly. 

“That would be me.” you said and took another sip of Gally’s special recipe drink.

“You’re the only girl?” he asked with a glimmer in his eyes and you knew the look. These boys were filled with hormones and it wasn’t the first time you had seen the lust-filled eyes. Newt was always the one that came in between you and the boy and lectured about the balance and peace and pregnancy and blah blah blah. Newt knew that he was the only one you had eyes for, but he would never admit it. But you knew that secretly he loved the attention and affection you gave him.

You and the Greenbean were talking and even flirting before you heard someone clearing his throat.

“Newt.” you said without even turning around and dropped your flirtatious hand from the Greenie’s shoulder.

“Y/N.” he said and you knew what he was going to say next.

“Y/N is off limits.” there it was. His most repeated line since you had arrived in the Glade.

“That’s only because you’re the only one for me.” you said, turning around and smiling, only half teasing.

“Go have fun, you two, but don’t try anything stupid. We don’t need any mini Y/Ns running around here.” he said and started walking away, and you felt anger bubbling inside of you.

“Do you think I’m that much of a whore?” you said and waited for him to turn around.

“Do you think that just because you won’t admit your feelings for me that I need to compensate by sleeping with every shank in this place?” you heard your voice rising and face getting hot.

“Y/N, drop it.” he said but you wouldn’t let down.

“Tell me you have feelings for me and I’ll stop.” you said, giving him an ultimatum.

“Y/N, bloody stop.” he said like a warning and you laughed, pain evident in your voice.

“Yes sir.” you hissed and walked off towards the Homestead, too upset to carry on your partying for the night.


You woke up the next morning super early and went to see if Frypan was up, and if you could get some extra food out of him. He always had a soft spot for you, so you whistled while walking in towards the kitchen and stopped as soon as you saw a messy head of blond hair. You turned on your heel and walked out, but he had already seen you. You heard him jogging after you and you just kept walking, ignoring him.

“Long day, today.” he said, caution clear in his voice and you felt his eyes staring at your side profile. You didn’t say anything but he wouldn’t give up.

“How do you think those vines we tied yesterday are holding up?” he asked and you just sighed quietly.

“I’m sure they’re fine, sir.” you said and knew that there was an edge to your voice and a sarcasm in the “sir.” You couldn’t help yourself. You were angry and hurt by his actions and words, and didn’t want to keep trying if he really did think it was a bad idea for the two of you to be together in the Glade. You briskly walked away to see how your closest friend, Thomas was doing.

“Hey, shank.” he said and you sat down next to him in his hammock. He shifted and you felt kind of bad because you knew he had always had mixed feelings about you. He had admitted to you before that he liked you more than as a friend, but you had told him that you were into Newt, and Newt only. You had been friends ever since, but there was always a piece of him that was attached to you intimately.

“I say, tonight after you get back from running around in the Maze, we steal some of Gally’s drink and go to the Deadheads and lose it.” you said with a playful smile and Thomas laughed.

“Motivates me to get my day’s work done.” he said and the two of you headed for breakfast.


You were waiting for Thomas to return from the Maze when you saw all the Gladers gathering around the Garden. You walked over, confused and there was a slight panic inside of you, wondering if there was something wrong with Newt. You shouldn’t have cared because he was the one that kept rejecting you, but his cute smile and boyish style drove you insane.

“Y/N?” you heard and saw a small blond head peeking out from the crowd. You walked over and saw Newt standing on top of a bunch of boxes piled up in the midst of vines and leaves.

“…” you didn’t say anything and just watched him, your heart beating.

“You told me you liked me just a month and a half after you got here. I told you I didn’t feel the same way but I did. The moment I first saw you and pulled you out of that bloody box, you’re all I’ve been thinking about. Everyone here knows that you like me and that I keep turning you down for the sake of the peace in the Glade, but you haven’t spoken to me since last night and I know it hasn’t even been 24 hours but I feel myself losing my mind without you. I know it might be too late but since I finally have your attention and I can’t hold it in anymore, I love you. I probably love you more than you love me, and I can’t stand it when you talk to the other boys because I know you’re not mine and they have just as much of a fair chance as I do. I know a bunch of them have made moves on you because we all know you’re banging, and I always shut it down because I’m jealous. I love you and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me from doing what I’m about to do.” with that long speech, he jumped off the boxes and landed perfectly in front of you, grabbing your face and bringing your lips to his. You had waited for this for so long and not only were you wrong about his feelings for you, but you were wrong about the way his lips would feel. They were soft and much thicker than you imagined, and he tasted minty but sweet, and you cherished every second of the moment. 

“I love you, you slinthead.” you said and kissed him again, the Gladers woop-ing and hollering.


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