credits to whoever made this lovely gif

Nobody will ever tell me or make me believe that Robert Sugden doesn’t deserve Aaron Dingle. Robert has screwed up, made mistakes. Neither of them are perfect, they are both so scarred, but they’re the only people who can make each other truly happy. Despite his screw ups, Robert loves Aaron more than anything else, losing him would kill him. Aaron would forgive Robert pretty much anything because he knows that Robert has his own issues, he knows that Robert tries. Robert DESERVES Aaron. Aaron DESERVES Robert. THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER!


P.S This gif doesn’t belong to me, I found it on google, credit to whoever it belongs to!

Schizophrenia - Justin Bieber Imagine

I stretched as I crawled out of bed, it was only 6 am, but I couldn’t sleep anymore! Justin had been gone the last week because of some meeting he had in New York, and the weird part was that he didn’t want me to come, he just told me to stay at home?
I sighed and rubbed my forehead, then I went downstairs and filled a glass with cold water. I grabbed two pills and swallowed them along with the water, it wasn’t all my medicine, but I didn’t think I would be needing more today.
Having schizophrenic wasn’t easy, most people don’t know the disorder, but sadly I did because I had had it since I was 10 or so.
So basically schizophrenia is a brain disorder in which people interpret reality abnormally.
It results in a combination of hallucinations, delusions, extremely disordered things and behavior.
People with schizophrenia may see or hear things that don’t exist, speak in strange or confusing ways, believe that others are trying to harm them, or feel like they’re being constantly watched, but luckily Justin was so understanding, and he stood by my side through everything, even though I sometimes could be pissed at him for things that he hadn’t even done, but I had hallucinated or just generally believed, and I loved him for that!
I swallowed the last drop of water and placed my glass in the sink, then I went upstairs and took out my messy bun.
I went into the bathroom and turned on the water in the bathtub, then as it got filled I went back into the bedroom and grabbed my phone.
I went into the walk-in closet and grabbed some underwear, then I went back into the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes.
I got into the filled tub and sighed happily as I leaned back.
I unlocked my phone and immediately went into Twitter. I gulped harshly as I kept seeing pictures of Justin and Hailey all over my page, the pictures were taken yesterday, in New York, where Justin didn’t want me to come.
On the pictures, they were laughing and I think they were holding hands in one of the pictures.
Immediately tears started running down my cheeks. How could he do this to me? Was this the reason why he didn’t want me to come with him to New York? Was it because he wanted to hang out with Hailey, alone so he could make out with her without anyone seeing? Maybe even have sex?!
I groaned and locked my phone, then I got out of the water again and dried my body with a towel, and then I pulled on my underwear and went into the walk-in closet.
I grabbed a pair of boyfriend jeans, a white sweatshirt that said “Morning person”, then I pulled on a pair of Adidas superstar shoes. I went downstairs and grabbed my Bordeaux coat and pulled it on, then quickly I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and grabbed my back, and then I left for the airport.
I had to pick up Justin around 8.30, so even though I was mad at him, I still kept my promises.
As I arrived at the airport thousand and thousands of girls were standing outside the airport.
I pulled on my shades and walked inside, then I went over to gate 3 and sat down.
There was still half an hour until Justin’s plane would arrive, so I killed some time by looking through Instagram, where I once again saw a bunch of photos of Justin and Hailey. It was easy to see that they had something for each other, which made me furious because Hailey was my friend, and she told me that there was nothing between them, which I trusted, but I totally didn’t anymore!  
I groaned and slammed my phone down into the table, then suddenly two hands wrapped around my eyes, which made me scream in horror! Was someone really going to rape me in an airport?
“Relax baby, it’s me” Justin suddenly said as he removed his hands from my eyes. I scoffed and stood up, then I grabbed my bag and started walking away from him.
“Come on! You can’t be mad at me for surprising you” Justin whined as he followed me.
“I’m not mad at you for covering my eyes, I’m mad at you for cheating on me!” I told him, Justin chuckled and shook his head.
“I didn’t cheat on you,” he told me as he grabbed my hand and made me stop.
I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around. Justin was smiling widely, which made me furrow my eyebrows even more.
“But you and Hailey-“ I said, but Justin interrupted me,
“Don’t worry baby, Hailey is only a friend, and she happened to be in New York the same time as me” he explained. I gulped and immediately tears started streaming down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry” I sobbed, Justin awed and wrapped his arms around me.
“I just thought I saw you guys kissing and holding hands,” I told him. Justin picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.
“It’s okay baby, I understand,” he told me. I hid my head in his neck and sobbed loudly.
“Did you take your medicine this morning?” he whispered in my ear as he walked out towards our car. I nodded my head and sniffled.
“I did, but not all of it,” I told him.
“You have to baby, it’s not good for you to go a day without your medicine,” he told me. I nodded my head and jumped down from his arms as we made it to the car.
Since I wasn’t really fully myself yet Justin drove home, but I liked that because he would have his left hand on the wheel and his right hand resting on my knee.
“Wanna tell me how you feel?” Justin asked me as we made it home. I nodded my head and took a deep breath.
“I feel like a devil is taking over my mind, I can’t control myself, it’s all in my head” I whispered, Justin nodded his head and  picked me up.
“I can’t do this anymore Justin! It’s like someone’s trying to ruin my life” I said as I started sobbing again. Justin shushed at me and rubbed my bag as he walked upstairs and into our bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed and pecked my forehead.
“I’ll be right back with your medicine, what pills did you take?” he asked me as he caressed my cheek gently.
“The pink and the yellow” I quietly told him as I pulled the covers over my body.
“Okay, try to stay awake” he whispered as I closed my eyes, I nodded my head and yawned. Justin knew I had a hard time staying awake after I had one of my “situations”.
I just managed to stay awake until Justin came back with a big glass of water and a few other pills.
I sat up, and Justin handed me the pills, I put them in my mouth and grabbed the glass, then I took a sip and swallowed the pills. I placed the glass on the nightstand and laid down again.
“Go to sleep baby, you need it! And when you wake up I’ll be right here by your side” Justin said as he laid down beside me. He took off his shirt and pants and then pulled the covers over his body, too.
“Thank you,” I told him, then I placed my head on his naked chest and pecked it.
“I love you,” I told him, then I slowly drifted into a deep sleep with the sound of Justin’s voice saying “I love you, too”.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this imagine, and be aware, I don’t have this disorder, so if this doesn’t fit, please don’t be offended, I tried my best. 

The gif uppermost is not mine, so credit to whoever made it 

Milkshakes || Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N : GIF NOT MINE. CREDIT TO WHOEVER MADE IT ALSO , SLIGHT AU BASED OFF THE PROMPT: I tell my friends i come to the cafe you work at because they have the world’s greatest milkshakes but i love the little notes you leave me scrawled on napkins every time you take my order and you smile at me like the sun from across counter tops.

You sighed and fiddled with the pen in your hand. Part time jobs really did suck but between trying to find an actual job that would make some sort of use of your damn college degree, the coffee shop didn’t seem like the worst part time job. Ofcourse, sometimes it got really annoying, with stupid customers and your boss’ unusually high expectations and at times like this where there wasn’t much to do at all. The opening and closing of the shops door snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up to see the same guy enter the shop. The guy who came in a fee weeks ago and the poor guy looked so upset and pretty lost so you , feeling bad for him , had left him a napkin with a smiley face scrawled on it and he seemed pretty happy with it. After that it had become a bit of a tradition for him to come over to the shop and you always left him a small note , which never really failed to make him smile widely at you.

You smiled and waved slightly when you saw him approach the counter and he smiled back in response. He studied the menu board hung above the counter and frowned a little.

“I think I’ll take a caramel frappacino today ” He said carefully and you nodded and started to make the drink. He looks a lot better this time, you observed , the first time he had come in his hair was all shaggy and he looked kinda dazed and very confused about what to order. You had helped him out as much as possible with the different kinds of drinks your shop served and now everyday he tried to order something new and he seems a whole lot more confident and less confused today . Physically too he looked better , with his hair looking not so shaggy and much more in control (let’s go with the winter soldier hair because damn).

“So uh how has your day been ? ” he asked nervously , surprising you a little , he had never really tried talking to you before.

“Ah you know the usual , boring ,tiring kinda pathetic ” you shrugged and he nodded smiling slightly . “what about yours ? ” you asked and he smiled.

“About the same as yours , minus the boring ” he said, shrugging too.

“Lucky , here , you don’t get much except boring with extra doses of annoying, anyways I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves, Im (y/n) ” you said , smiling.

 "Bucky “ he answered and you nodded. He glanced out the window for a while and upon seeing something he cursed under his breath.

“What is he doing here?” He mumbled and then looked up at you “hey listen , do you have a restroom i could use ? And uh if that man ” he said , pointing towards a tall guy standing outside with bronze skin and some very badly picked shades on “comes here and asks for me, tell him I was never here.”

You stared at him for a while but nodded eventually and pointed towards the bathroom in your store. Surely the guy Bucky told you about entered the store after five minutes.

“Hey there !” He greeted , squinting at your name tag “(y/n) , Sam Wilson here ” he said, extending a hand toward you which you shook looking at him weirdly “I’ll take an ice latte,” he smiled, “extra sugar please.”

You nodded and started to make his drink.

“So uh (y/n), did you see a guy come in here, um long hair , looks like someone just murdered his Puppy? ” he asked , looking at you intently.

“Um no sorry,” you said, handing him his drink which he took from you , looking kind of let down.

“Damn it ” he mumbled under his breath handing you the money . “ thanks anyways !” He called as he exited the shop. And about ten minutes after his departure, Bucky reappeared from the washroom , smiling at you sheepishly as you raised a questioning eye brow at him.

“Uh what just happened ? ” you asked as he came in front of the counter again.

“Uh I i tell my friends i come to the cafe you work at because they have the world’s greatest milkshakes but i love the little notes you leave me scrawled on napkins every time you take my order and you smile at me like the sun from across counter tops.” He muttered , smiling sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck “ and that guy was my “friend ” snooping so he could find something to annoy me with probably “. By this time you were smiling widely at him as he kept his gaze aimed at the floor.

“Huh well here’s your drink,” you said and handed him a napkin with it, with your number scrawled on it and of course he looked at the napkin for his daily message and upon seeing what you had written today he gave you the biggest of smiles.

~Circe