I just wanna stay in the sun where I find Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind I know it’s hard sometimes Yeah, I think about the end just way too much But it’s fun to fantasize On my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was But it’s fun to fantasize
Oh, oh, I’m falling, so I’m taking my time on my ride
*Lyrics from Twenty one pilots - Ride
Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum in the happy days before Altissia, Final Fantasy XV
Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.
Word Count: 2,186.
A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D
haechan: if you think chenle’s teaser photos came out the best, raise your hand! jisung: *raises hand immediately* haechan: don’t just pick him because he picked you! (chenle had picked mark and jisung as his favorites earlier) jisung: no, seriously! i really like them! in that photo, his nose *pointing to the picture* that one, i really like how it came out haechan: oh, that’s right. that one is really cute. jisung: let me get up. *goes to grab the picture of chenle* jisung: honestly doesn’t he look younger (more like a dongsaeng) than me? chenle: *off screen* hey, hey! jisung: *smiles knowingly* ah, he’s seriously cute. wow, cute, cute. chenle: you’re also cute!! jisung: no i’m not chenle: *grabs pictures of jisung* i like these two pictures of jisung the best, this one is really cute! *showing jisung* please do the pose! jisung: no, it’ll be too different chenle: please do it! jisung: *does the pose*
A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!
“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.
“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.
“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”
Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”
Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt.
“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something.
“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”
“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”
“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”
Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”
“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”
Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.
“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.
“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”
“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”
A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”
“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.
“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”
You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”
Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself.
She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”
can i get an isaac imagine where he cheats on you and you two fight and he wont apologize for what he did. and then a mission comes up & it ends where you die in his arms? just really angsty please. maybe base it off of “too little, too late” by jojo?
warnings: lots of angst, breakdown, death
author’s note: this request is from my old blog, but i had the idea in google docs, so here it is! enjoy xo (not my gif)
are still going strong on making noise online for Eyewitness Season 2.
still a possibility but IT’S DOWN TO US FANS TO KEEP MAKING OUR VOICE HEARD.
tomorrow Tuesday March 7th 2017, we are having an Eyewitness Pizza
loves pizza, and who doesn’t? So tomorrow, let’s all have pizza as a symbol of
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YOU CAN DO THIS ANY TIME DURING THE DAY.
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They had met in Jamaica when Harry went to get away, to write, to have no distractions. But then she came out of nowhere, she was on vacation with her friends, spring break. She was cute, and Harry took a quick liking to her, she was different. She didn’t want to know Harry Styles from One Direction, but just Harry Styles as a person.
He liked the way she laughed, the way she was carefree but at the same time she wasn’t. He liked the way that she had to plan everything before it happened, that she hated not knowing. He liked the fact that she was a college student, a waitress, a regular girl. He loved the fact that she private, and didn’t want any camera’s on her, she wanted no part in his famous life. She wanted him behind closed doors. The only person in her life that knew about him was her roommate, other than that she kept her lips sealed.
And at the beginning it was easy, he could visit her, she could visit him. She went to his private show in London, met his family. They all loved her, who wouldn’t? She met his friend, his band mates, she sat in the crowd and people just assumed she was a fan. They came in separate cars, him with his team, she would drive her 2008 Ford, they would leave in separate cars. They made it work.
“When did you get here?” Harry asked, relaxing in the shade near the pool.
They were careful, up until his three day holiday in Mexico. She stood by the doorway, her sun flower covered dress laid over her bathing suit, sunglasses on her face.
“About twenty minutes ago, I ran up stairs to change,” she smiled, “how’s your break?”
“Would be better if you laid here with me,” Harry grins, patting the spot next to him.
She laughs, laying next to him, he wraps his arm around her, the two face each other, their faces inches apart, “did you get a hair cut?” he asked, picking up the ends of her hair.
“Yeah,” she smiled, “I got it the other day.”
“‘s nice,” he yawns, dropping her hair, “I’ve missed you.”
She kisses his jaw line, moving up to the corner of his mouth, “missed you more,” she mumbled, kissing him, “your sister requested to follow my instagram, I had to decline.”
Harry laughs, Y/N made it clear she wants her privacy. And if Gemma, Anne, Harry, and all his friends and family followed her on social media and shared pictures people would start asking questions, something she wasn’t ready for.
“Did you see me on the late late show?” He asked.
“I stayed up every night,” she says, making him smile, “your performance of Kiwi gave me life I had no idea I was missing.”
He laughs, moving her body closer to him, and then wrapping his leg around her, “is that so?” he asked.
She nods, “are you joining me next week?” Harry asks, lips in a pout.
“I wish, but I have work,” she sighs, “I have to make money to pay for college, you know like normal people.”
“Ugh,” Harry groans, “what about June?”
“I’m all yours,” she promised.
“We are going out to eat,” Mitch says, leaning against the island in the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Y/N asked, placing her chin on the palm of her hand, she tears her gaze away from Harry to Mitch.
“Some restaurant Claire found,” he shrugs, “I take it you guys won’t be coming?”
“Why wouldn’t you?” Sarah asked, walking in, she sets her back on top of the island, “didn’t you two come out yet?”
“No, why would you think that?” Y/N asked.
“There are pictures of you like everywhere,” Sarah says, handing her phone to Y/N.
She grabs it, scrolling through twitter.
Y/N Y/L/N is the girl Harry is with, here is her twitter.
She’s not that pretty.
LOL she looks like trash.
IDK I would put in more effort in my appearance if I was Y/N.
Y/N is cute, leave her alone.
If Harry likes her, I like her.
Y/N needs to lose some weight, where did she come from anyways?
I bet Y/N is with him for the money.
Harry grabs the phone, pictures of them from the pool are posted everywhere, links to her social media are attached to tweets.
“Oh God,” Y/N rubs her temples, “how did they find me so quickly?”
“Please don’t listen to them,” Harry says.
She sighs, she had seen how the fans reacted to his past rumored girlfriends, it was the last thing she wanted.
“This is crazy,” she says, grabbing her own phone to see calls and texts from her friends, DM’s from people in her school, “this is the last thing I wanted.”
“Why are people like this?” Mitch sighed.
“Y/N,” Harry says gently.
“I’m fine,” she shrugs, turning off her phone and slipping it back into her bag, “it was bound to happen at some time anyways.”
“It should’ve happened when you were ready though, not when some guy wanted a pay check,” Harry says, frowning.
She grabs his hand, “my social media is on private, and I don’t plan on changing that, yeah people know about me, but they can’t really ever know what happens when it’s just us, which is what really matters.”
“‘m sorry love,” Harry kisses her hand, “I know this isn’t ideal.”
“Hey, you have to put up with me and my baggage, I have to do the same, your baggage just happened to be millions of camera’s,” she teased.
“Sometimes you can get a really good profile picture though,” Harry jokes.
She rolls her eyes, leaning over the island and kissing him quickly, “you’re very lucky I like you a lot,” she smiled.
“I’m a very lucky man,” Harry agrees, a smile on his face.
He grabs his phone sending out one little tweet.
Please share the love, she’s a wonderful girl who makes me happy, H.
“Stop signing your tweets! We know they’re from you!” Claire yelled, walking into the room.
Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: just some good ol’ fluff
A/N: gonna put some pictures in here, hope ya don’t mind :)
“What did you get Nat?”
“These earrings she’s been dying to have.” You say. “I got them a while back for her. They’re in my bag at home.”
Bucky sighed. “What do I get her? She’s so picky.”
“I dunno. Something she likes?”
“That’s the problem; I don’t know what she likes.” He lets out a groan. “Fuck it, I’m just gonna get her a cheap ass necklace.”
You shake your head, following him to the jewelry section.
“Which one should I get… hmm…” he scanned the necklaces. “Should I get her an elephant one or the one with the letter ‘N’ on it?” before you could share your thoughts he hummed. “I’m gonna get the one with the ‘N’ on it. Maybe she’ll think it’s meaningful or something.”
You laugh and look down at your list of names while Bucky tosses the necklace into his cart.
“Hey, what’d you get Sam?” you ask, looking up at your friend.
He grinned. “Shampoo and conditioner.”
“No you didn’t.”
“Yeah I did.” He reaches into his cart and shows the bottles to you. “Sam always complains about how we don’t have any ‘manly’ shampoo and conditioner in our apartment so I got him some.”
You snort. “You don’t have any manly shampoo and conditioner?”
“Nope. Steve and I use the one you use. You know, the one that smells really good?”
“Oh my god why.”
Bucky shrugs. “We like how it smells. Plus the ladies like how it smells too.”
You playfully roll your eyes and start walking away.
“What’d you get him?” Bucky questioned, coming up next to you.
“Ima get it right now.”
“Well what is it?”
Bucky looks at his list as well before biting his bottom lip. “Alright well you go get that and I’m gonna get Peggy, Wanda, Tony, Clint and Vision’s gifts.”
“What’re you gonna get Vis?”
“Eh, I dunno. I heard he likes to paint so maybe I’ll get him some paints.” He shrugged.
“Ooo! We can go to Michaels for that and I can get him some canvases there!” you exclaim.
“Alright. Where are you gonna be so I can find you when I’m done?” he asked.
“Probably where the picture frames are.”
Bucky nods and with a salute he turns and walks in the opposite direction. You continue your way until you reach the photo printer and you smiled as you turned on your Bluetooth.
Bucky had just got done getting Clint’s gift and stretched before heading over to the picture frames where you said you’d be. He casually walked through the store in search for the isle which held the picture frames and smiled when he found it and you who was looking at some of them.
“Hey.” Bucky greeted.
“Hey.” You acknowledge him.
“So what’d you get Sam?”
“It’s in that little envelope thing.” You nod over to your cart and Bucky strolls over to it. He picks up the envelope and pulls out the pictures that were in it.
Bucky chuckled. “Aww this is the one I took.” he goes through the other two and his eyebrows knit together before looking up at you. “Y/N, you do know these three pictures are the same, right?”
You grab a picture frame and put it in your cart before smiling. “I know. One’s for Sam, one’s for Tony and one’s for Clint.”
“You’re a horrible gift-giver.” Bucky laughed as he put away the pictures. “Getting a picture of me is the best gift of all.” You tell him. “You gotta admit, I’m pretty cute.”
The brunette smiled. “You are pretty cute, huh?”
That wasn’t the response you thought he’d give you. You were thinking more along the lines of “you’re sadly mistaken” or “actually I’m pretty cute, not you”. Taken aback you stare at him, not knowing what to say or how to continue that conversation. Bucky stares at you as well, a shy smile on his face like he realized what he had just said. The tall man looks away and you clear your throat.
“Alright so I’m pretty much done here. I ran and got Bruce some science-y looking shirt now all I need is Steve and Vision.” You change the subject. “What about Wanda and Peggy?”
“I got Wanda a gift card to Forever 21 yesterday when we went shopping and when we get home I have to order Peggy’s.” you respond.
“What’re you getting her?”
“The Anastasia Beverly Hills Modern Renaissance palette. She’s been dying for it.”
Bucky made a face. “The who?”
You roll your eyes. “It’s makeup.”
“Oh.” He scoffed. “You should’ve just said that to begin with.”
You chuckle and shake your head before nodding over to his cart. “What’d you get?”
Bucky grinned. “Well I got Wanda a pretty headband and I got Peggy red lipstick because she always wears red lipstick – oh! I got Tony a telescope but a cheap one and I got Clint a bow and arrow from the toy section.”
“You really don’t like spending money on your friends, huh Bucky?” you giggle, picking up the toy bow and arrow and examining it.
“What? I do. I’m just low on cash.”
“What’d you spend it on? Unnecessary things?”
Bucky puts his hands on his hips. “It’s none of your business.”
“Whatever, cheapskate. Let’s go and pay so we can go to Michaels and get Vis his things.”
After getting Vision his gifts you and Bucky went to Best Buy to get Steve his gift. Bucky was shocked when he saw you pick up a box with a record player on it.
“You didn’t.” he gasped as you turned to face him.
“I did.” You smiled.
After paying for it you both head home and carry everything up to your room. The two of you set everything in the corner before falling onto your bed.
“I still can’t believe you actually got him a record player.” Bucky breathed, turning to you.
“He’s been wanting one and I know he collects records so why not?” you shrug, turning Bucky’s way.
“I feel like a shitty friend now. I’ve known the punk basically my whole life and all I got him was socks.” He frowned.
“That’s what happens when you’re a cheapskate.” You murmur.
You laugh and Bucky breaks out in a smile. The two of you continue to look at each other, much similar to earlier in the store but it wasn’t long until Bucky broke the staring and silence.
“So, what’d you get me?”
You scoff. “I’m not telling you.”
“Why not?” he pouted.
“Because it’s a surprise.”
“But I wanna know now.”
“Fine. Tell me what you got me and then I’ll tell you.”
“Then I’m not telling you.” You shrug.
“Whatever, we’re staying here together so I’ll figure out what it is eventually.” He replied.
“I doubt it.” Bucky hummed and stared at you, looking from your eyes to your nose then down to your lips where his gaze lingered longer. You shift and lay your head on your bed, causing a strand of hair to fall in your face but before you could move it, Bucky reached up and tucked it behind your ear. You inhaled sharply, his eyes piercing you and you tried to look away but you couldn’t.
His fingers slid down until they were on your cheek and his thumb caressed the skin under it. His eyes went back to your lips and he bit his own before slowly leaning in. You exhale slowly, watching him get closer and closer, your lips nearly touching and they would have if you hadn’t gasped and sat up.
“I uh… I have to go order the makeup for Peggy!” you exclaim, jumping up from the bed.
“Y/N.” he spoke softly, sitting up but you brushed him aside.
“The laptop’s downstairs and I’ll probably be down there until dinner’s ready so I’ll come get you when it’s done.” And awkward pause sets in and you grab your phone and rush to the door. “Alright, bye.”
And with that, you leave your room.
Bucky stares at the door before laying back down and letting out a much needed sigh.
A/N: oh man, oh man, oh man. Hope ya liked this part, tell me what ya think! And as always, I’ll edit when I wake up!
Can you do an imagine where one of the boys,(whoever you want) finds like a secret stash of pictures or like a photo album dedicated to the accomplishments of them as their superhero identity? Does this make sense?
@batman-robin I hope this is what you meant by your request. I did it based on my Jay-Bear and I tried really hard on this at 12:16 in the morning. I hope you like it!!
“Hey Y/N. Have you seen my black boots anywhere?”
You were too busy in the shower to actually look for his boots for him so you went ahead and yelled back at him. “They’re under the bed Jason.”
“I already looked under the bed hun.” he replied, looking under the bed again.
“Well maybe you didn’t look hard enough…” you mumbled under your breath.
“What was that sweet cheeks?”
“Uhh…I said I’ll be out in a minute to help you look for them.”
“Yea. That’s what I thought you said.”
You rolled your eyes as you rinsed the rest of the soap off of your body. You and Jason have been dating for over a year now and you guys have been living together for over 3 months. It’s been pretty good, considering the fact that Jason has been working night shifts from his job. You never noticed how many times he gets hurts on his job, with the amount of times he comes home bruised and bloody. You are concerned. Hell, you were just flat out worried. You don’t say anything though.If he’s happy, then you are happy. Besides, you have your own little hobby after he leaves for work.
You grab your (f/c) towel and wrap it around you. You then walk into the bedroom to help Jason look for his shoes. “Alright Jason. Last time I saw them, they were under the bed. So unless they got up and walked themselves straight out of that door, they have to be under the bed.”
Jason didn’t say anything to you when you walked in. You thought it was strange because Jason is NEVER quiet. EVER.
“Jason? Are you alright?”
That is when you saw it. Your little “hobby” that you have worked hard on for almost a year. It was your box. And inside that box, there were photos. Not just any photos. Photos of the vigilante himself, Red Hood. Every night, you would go out and look for the Red Hood. where ever he was, just to snap a photo of him. Whether it was fighting a bad guy or protecting a citizen, you were there with your camera getting every heroic deed. And now your boyfriend has found your little secret.
He looked at you with questioning eyes and all you could do was shrug. “You mind explaining these?”
You walked over your drawer and pulled out some underwear. “Where should I begin?”
“The beginning would be fine.”
You sighed as you looked for your favorite pair of underwear. “I’ve been taking pictures of the Red Hood.”
“For how long?”
“A little over a year.” You found your underwear and pajamas and motioned with your finger to tell Jason to turn around. When he did, you proceeded dressing. “It was a little bit before we were dating.”
“I can see that.” He sat on the bed and looked at some more photos. When you were done dressing, you came to sit next to him and looked at the picture he was looking at.
“This one was one of my favorites.” You said, grabbing the picture from him. “He was saving a little girl from a burning building on this date. I think it was April 23rd.”
“Do you have a crush on the Red Hood or something?” he asked, getting tense.
You looked at him questioningly. “It’s not like I have a crush on him. I admire him. He does a lot of good for the city.”
“But you know he is a bad guy right?” he said, “He killed a lot of people, ruled over crime bosses. Hell, even almost killed Batman. How could you admire him.”
You shrugged again. “Yeah well, I only get the good shots of him. He still does good deeds. He’s like Batman, but not in way. Batman puts fear into his enemies but Red Hood does things that Batman won’t do. He also does some heroic stuff of his own, Jason. Sure he’s done a lot of wrong but…” You took another picture out of the box and showed it to Jason. It was a picture of him hugging the little girl. “…he does a lot of good for the city too. I admire him Jason. I really do. I hope one day I could meet hi-.”
Jason interrupted you with a kiss. It wasn’t his usual kiss that he gave you. This one was like a sigh of relief kind of kiss. You didn’t know why he would feel that way but you gladly took the kiss anyway and holding him tight.
“You know I think you are crazy right?” he replied after the kiss.
“You’re the crazy one if it gets you hot and bothered from me talking about another man.” you replied. You got up from the bed and headed towards the living room. “I’m gonna order a pizza for dinner and put Netflix on. That cool?”
He smirked. “Sounds like a perfect Netflix and Chill night.”
“Say that again and you won’t get any “chill” tonight.” you said, smacking your ass as you walked away towards the living room.
He looked at all the photos again as he put them all back into the box. He would tell you that he was Red Hood eventually, but right now he just wants you to be able to live a normal life. Though hearing you say all that stuff about him and how you admire him, makes him feel a little more better about himself.
“Damn I’m so photogenic. I beat Dick by a mile. Can’t wait to tell him this.” He put the box under the bed and headed towards the living room with you.