he kept coming back and waving

i was playing symmetra on the second checkpoint of hanamura and i was on the top floor setting up some sentries bc this genji kept sneaking behind us n down the stairs. so im doing that and then all of a sudden i hear someone spamming the hello command n turn around and genji’s just waving at me from behind the doorway to avoid getting killed by my turrets. so i wave back. 

this continues for a solid ten seconds before out of nowhere our team’s hanzo comes up the stairs, shoots him straight in the fucking face, uses the ‘thanks’ command, and leaves. and its been like an hour and i cant stop thinking about that kind of Brutality, 


The doorbell rang as I was finishing making my bed.

“Coming!” I patted down the sheets and took a step back, admiring my work. The doorbell rang again five times in a row, and I huffed and ran down the stairs. 

“Who on earth needs to see me so bad–” I opened the door, and in the doorway stood my boyfriend, George. I smiled and gasped at the welcome sight. 

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Dumb Kids In Love

Originally posted by textuar

Okay, so I may have gotten a little carried away with this one… Let me know what you think & if you would like more imagines like this in the future!💙 

Jax knocked on the front door of her house, rocking back on his heels as he waited for someone to let him in. After only a few seconds, her mom swung the door open. She was putting an earring in while simultaneously fumbling with her car keys. A smile that reminded him so much of her daughter came over her face at the sight of him.

“Hello, Jackson,” she greeted, waving for him to come in. He entered the house, and she kept the door open, one foot already outside. “In kind of a rush. Don’t want to be late for work,” she explained briefly.

“No problem,” Jax assured her.  

“Right. Well, she’s in the backyard. And I’ll be back in a few hours. You two kids have fun!” and with that, she was gone, the front door closing loudly behind her. 

Jax chuckled to himself, pulling out a cigarette from the pack he kept in the front pocket of his jeans. He placed it between his lips, pulling out his lighter as he slowly made his way to the back of the house. Opening the back door, he lit the cigarette, leaning against the house once he got outside.

Sure enough, there she was. Lying across a towel she had set out in the grass. She was quite a vision. Her sun kissed legs seemed to glow in the California heat, her long hair spread out above her in a wave. She was wearing an old shirt that she had cut to accommodate the warm weather, and she had on a pair of black heart shaped sunglasses that made Jax smirk. She had really grown up. It was hard not to notice. He had known her since they were in middle school, and now that they were both seniors in high school, things were definitely different.

She was so wrapped up in the book that she was reading that she hadn’t even taken note of Jax’s presence.

“Good book?” He finally spoke up, taking a toke from his cigarette.

Her head turned to the side at the sound of his voice, a bright smile spreading across her face at the sight of him. “Good enough.”

She closed the book, setting it to the side before rising to her feet and strolling over to Jax. She stood in front of him, pushing her large sunglasses up into her hair. Her bright green eyes stood out in the sun, sparkling as they looked up at him. “Haven’t seen you around much, trouble maker,” she mused, snatching the cigarette from between his fingers and taking a long drag of her own.

Jax watched as she held the smoke for a moment before exhaling. It got in his face a little, but he didn’t even mind. “You shouldn’t smoke.”

Her eyebrows rose in amusement. “Oh, okay. Thanks, Jax. I’ll never even look at another cigarette. You save lives.”

Jax grinned, throwing the cigarette butt onto the ground before crushing it with the toe of his white sneakers. “Glad to be of service.”

He lifted his head, and their eyes met. Held. There was an air of unspoken words. A soft smile graced her face after a few seconds, the dimple in her left cheek making an appearance. “Missed you.”

Jax’s heart ached a little at her words. He had missed her too. More than he would admit. He hadn’t been around for the last 2 and a half weeks; he hadn’t even been going to school. He felt like shit for not even checking in with her during that time, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to her because he knew it would only make him miss her more. He had to get out of Charming for a while, no matter how brief. Too much shit was going on with his family. Between his father’s death, and Thomas… it was all a little much. Even though he knew that he could confide in her as a best friend, he didn’t want to put that weight on her. It didn’t seem fair.

“Missed you too,” Jax stated lowly, an easy smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

“Can’t just expect me to hang around here, tending to your obnoxious fan club,” she scoffed with a laugh, rolling her eyes. She breezed past him into the house, and he followed after her. He trailed after her as she entered the kitchen, opening the fridge and retrieving a jug of lemonade.

“Sorry about that,” he rolled his lips together, reaching into one of the cabinets and pulling out two glasses.

She shook her head, pouring out the liquid before handing him one of the glasses. “I swear to God, if one more girl came up to me and asked where you were, I thought I was going to lose it,” she teased, sipping her drink.

Jax shrugged a shoulder. “It ain’t easy being so damn cute.”

“Wow. Cute and humble? You’re quite the catch, Teller.” Sarcasm dripped off of every word, and Jax felt the weight that had been on his heart lightening up a little. It always did when he was around his best friend. He chastised himself a little more for not reaching out to her while he was gone.

He set his glass back down on the counter, reaching a hand out for her. She looked at him, setting her own glass down as he pulled her towards him, her eyes full of amusement. He let one hand rest on her hip, the other entwining their fingers together. He pulled her closer so that they’re chest were touching, and she let out a breathy laugh, face alight with curiosity. “What are you up to, weirdo?”

“Dance with me.”

“Jax, there’s no music,” she raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t care,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling her even closer so that he could rest his chin on the top of her head. After only a few seconds, he began to sway, slowly making his way around the kitchen. She let out a laugh, and he felt the vibrations against his own body. He grinned.

He stepped back from her from a moment, spinning her around with their linked hands. An amused giggle escaped her lips, and he pulled her back towards him, dipping her dramatically. Her laughter grew louder, her face turning red as he hung her upside down. Slowly lifting her back up, Jax felt like all the things that had been plaguing him over the past month were making their way out of his mind. He was glad to be back with her. Glad to be back with his best friend. Bella. 



Jax sat on the couch, his leg bouncing up and down as he watched TV. Bella was on a date with the guy she had been seeing for a few weeks, and Jax was just wishing that he could focus on literally anything else. Despite the fact that he couldn’t stand that douche bag Bella was dating, he wished that the fact she was out with him didn’t bother him so damn much. But it did. It bothered him to no end.

As if sensing his need for a distraction, the home phone rang. He was home alone that night, so he knew that it couldn’t be anyone from the club, unless something bad had happened over at the garage and they needed help. Jax cleared his throat before answering picking up. “Hello?”


His eyebrows furrowed at the sound of her voice. It was Bella. “You okay?”

She let out a shaky breath, and Jax’s back straightened. Something was wrong. 

Bella,” he urged.

Bella let out a harsh laugh, devoid of humor. “I’m at some fucking gas station in Tacoma. Can you pick me up?”

Jax clenched his jaw. She sounded angry, and he knew she often used anger to cover up whatever else she was feeling. That asshole she had been out with really fucked up. Why else would she be alone at some random gas station in Tacoma?

“Yeah, babe. I’m coming.”

Only about 30 minutes later, Jax’s Harley pulled into the parking lot of the gas station Bella had told him she was at. She was leaning against the small convenience store building, arms crossed across her chest and ankles crossed. At the sight of him, she pushed herself off the wall, walking his way at a brisk pace. Despite the awful circumstances, Jax couldn’t help but take note of how stunning she looked. She was wearing a black quarter-sleeved dress that stopped just above her knee, and a pair of tan flats. Her hair fell all the way down her back in a soft wave, tucked behind her ears so that the pair of rose quartz earrings she was wearing were visible.

As she got closer, Jax could practically feel the anger radiating off of her. She stopped a few steps away from him, her soft features contorted in frustration. “You wouldn’t believe how absolutely fucked up my night has been,” she snapped out, her teeth digging into the corner of her bottom lip. She shrugged on the simple denim jacket that she had draped over her arm, flipping her hair out of the collar.

Jax watched with raised eyebrows as she pulled a joint and a lighter out of the pocket, sticking it between her full pout and lighting it with a frustrated flick of her thumb. She took a long drag, and Jax began to nod slowly. “Wanna tell me about it?”

Her blazing green eyes flashed to his. There was a line between her brows, the one that always formed when she was thinking too hard or just damn right frustrated. Jax wanted to reach out and smooth it with his thumb.

“Ryan ditched me,” she stated as she exhaled her smoke, her eyes leaving his to look out into the street behind him.

Jax ground his teeth together. “Where did he go?”

Bella shrugged a shoulder. “Probably back to Charming to fuck the girl he’s been seeing behind my back.”


“I should’ve known,” she sighed with a shake of her head. “That asshole thinks girls should just bow at his goddamn feet.”

“Don’t do that,” Jax managed to get out, trying hard to not sound as pissed as he felt. “It’s not your fault he’s such a prick.”

Bella’s eyes met his baby blue ones again, a tight-lipped smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes appearing before she took another toke of her joint. “Right,” she dismissed shortly, flicking the rest of the joint onto the ground. She only smoked when she needed to take the edge off, and she didn’t feel like right now was the best time to get high.

“Let’s go then,” she said, nodding towards his bike.

She went to step around him, but he caught her wrist in his hand. There was a moment of expectant silence. Jax turned his body so he was facing her, and he tugged on her wrist a little. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, he could see the hurt behind the tough exterior she was sporting. He placed her chin between his thumb and index finger, making her look at him. Really look at him.

“You deserve better than him. Or any other dickhead for that matter.”


“No,” he stated firmly, holding her eyes. He didn’t let her interrupt – not this time. “I’m serious, Bella. No asshole deserves you. Unless they can give you the fucking moon, because that’s exactly what you deserve.”

Bella’s eyes filled with tears, and a brilliant smile spread across her face. Full dimples and everything. She let out a laugh, and Jax did the same, shaking his head in droll amusement.

“Thank you,” she murmured sincerely, going up on her tiptoes. She rested a hand softly against the side of his face, her lips pressing a soft, slow kiss to his cheek. She let her lips linger there for a moment, and Jax closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her mouth against his skin.

Breaking the moment, she pulled away, her fingers tugging on his earlobe in a playful manner. “C’mon, trouble maker. Take me home.”



The heavy bass of the music filled the room, the strong scent of booze and cigarettes invading everyone’s senses. Laughter floated throughout the clubhouse, the night alive with possibility. It was Bella’s 21st birthday, and they were doing it up big. No one expected any less.

She was at the bar with Jax and Opie, bouncing on her toes as they all continued to down shots. She threw her 4th one to the back of her throat, placing the shot glass back on the bar with an excited laugh, her nose scrunching with the force of it. Opie coughed a little, chuckling at Bella’s excitement. It wasn’t as if she had never drank before, because she most definitely had. She was just ecstatic about what the night held for her.

“That’s how it’s done,” Jax’s grin was impossibly large as he looked at Bella.

Opie shook his head at his brother. It was as though neither of them even noticed the thing that was obvious to the rest of them. It had been obvious ever since high school, and nothing had changed. But they were all still left baffled as to why the hell the two crazy kids hadn’t gotten together yet.

Bella returned Jax’s grin at full wattage. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes practically beaming. She slapped her hand down on the bar, getting the bar tender’s attention. “Another round!”

“Take it easy there, tiger. Don’t want you passin’ out on us,” Jax joked, giving an appreciative nod to the bar tender as he sat their shots out in front of them.

“Don’t bring me down, Jackson,” Bella chastised, wagging her eyebrows. The three of them all downed yet another shot, their throats burning as the alcohol made its way down.

Opie brought a hand down on Bella’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze to get her attention. “I’m gonna talk to Chibs,” he lowly slurred, pressing a rough kiss to her temple before making his way across the room to the highly intoxicated Scott.

Bella diverted her attention to Jax now, biting down on her bottom lip in excitement.

“What’s the plan now, birthday girl?”

Bella tilted her head to the side, as though considering it. “Birthday present,” she finally said.

Birthday present?” Jax repeated.

She hummed in confirmation. “You said you’d give it to me today. So unless you forgot to get me something, I’m pretty sure you owe me a present, Teller.”

Jax let out a breath. “Yeah, okay. Fair enough.” He looked around the room, figuring their absence wouldn’t really be noticed if they left for a few minutes. “Follow me.”

He took her by the hand, both of them trying not to trip over their own feet and the other people crowding the clubhouse. Making their way to the dorm rooms, Jax pushed his way through the door to his room, tugging Bella in behind him. She squeezed his hand before letting go, looking around the room as though he had done something different with it. “Bring me back here to seduce me, Jax?”

Jax snorted, opening his bedside drawer and pulling out a small item that was wrapped in brown paper. “Was thinking about it. But I have some decency.”

Bella scoffed. “That’s news to me.”

He thrust the package in her direction, watching as she took it before sitting on the edge of the bed. Her bright green eyes flashed up to him, and he smiled in encouragement. Carefully ripping the paper away, a line formed between Bella’s eyebrows as the gift came into view. It was a beaten up copy of Catcher In The Rye. She looked up at Jax, as though waiting for an explanation.

He cleared his throat. “You were reading that the day I came back from Washington during senior year. You were lying out in the backyard of your old house, remember?” Bella nodded slowly, her lips parting before he continued. “It’s the exact copy. Had to dig through a few boxes of your old shit, but I managed to find it,” he laughed, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. “Open it.”

Bella was already feeling a little dizzy by the sentiment of the gift, but she gingerly opened the cover, taking hold of the photo that fell out. It was a picture of her and Jax when they were just teenagers. She was wearing short levi cut-offs, and a white bikini top. He was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans, his torso bare. The two of them were leaning against a tree, basking in the shade of it. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed. Jax’s head was turned to the side as he looked at her, an easy smile gracing his features. Bella let out a sad laugh, remembering that day. It was hotter than all hell, and the two of them had just got done doing some yard work for Gemma. Bella didn’t even know that this picture existed.

Flipping it over, she felt her stomach tighten. “Jackson and Bella, two dumb kids in love. Summer – 1994”

“Kinda crazy,” Jax chuckled after a few drawn out moments. Bella nodded dumbly, not really knowing what to say.

“Jackson –“ she started.

He held a hand up. “Don’t mention it. Really. We’re all good, darlin’.”

Bella’s responsive nod made both of them laugh. He was standing in front of her, and she tilted her head back to look at him. She scrunched her nose teasingly and Jax stuck his tongue out at her. She scoffed, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly as she hooked her fingers into his belt loops mindlessly. “You’re such a fucking child.”

“Oh yeah?” Jax challenged, taking a few unconscious steps forward as she tugged on his belt loops.

“Definitely,” Bella confirmed, the corners of her mouth twisting.

“Huh. Well I think you have the wrong idea, babe.”



They were both laughing, the alcohol catching up with them a little bit. Their laughter didn’t falter as they somehow seemed to get closer to each other, and before either one of them knew what was going on, Jax’s hands were on either side of her face, his lips only a whisper away from hers. The laughter died out a little, and Jax’s eyes were glued to Bella’s lush mouth.

“I think we might be a little drunk,” Bella mused lowly.

Jax swallowed. “Maybe.”

Definitely,” Bella corrected with a breathy laugh, touching her tongue to her upper lip.

“A little dizzy,” Jax commented, his thumb rubbing against her cheekbone.


“Yeah, that too.”

Bella gave a jerky nod, and suddenly, they were kissing. His lips were on hers, her bottom lip slotting between his as though that was where it was meant to be all along. Jax’s hands moved from the sides of her face to tangle into her soft hair, the action causing her to push her lips harder against his with a hungry little noise. He groaned, wanting nothing more than to coax the sound out of her again and again. He wasn’t even sure how they started kissing, or why, but it felt so fucking right. Like kissing her was what he should have been doing since the day he met her.

Breaking away from the kiss, Bella gasped, leaning her forehead against his. “Jax,” she started breathlessly, words failing her.

“Kiss me, Bella,” he spoke lowly, his eyes still closed, his breathing shallow. “Just a little longer. Please,” he murmured, the sound of his voice not doing great things for her self-control.

She had handfuls of his t-shirt, and her grip tightened momentarily. She shook her head. “We can’t.”

“Don’t say that,” he rasped. “Don’t say that.”

“Jax,” she whispered, her heart beating erratically. “We can’t do this.”

His eyes finally opened, his blue irises filled with a certain desperation. “Yes we can.”

“I’m leaving soon, and –“

“I’ll go with you,” he interrupted, as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

“No,” Bella stated softly. He wasn’t thinking straight. She knew that. “You can’t. You have to stay here. The club is in your blood,” she practically recited, hating the way the words tasted on her lips. But the flirt on their breath and the passion between them almost made it seem like a real possibility, if only for a moment.

“Stay then,” he breathed. “Stay.”

“Jackson,” she said around the lump in her throat. “I can’t. I can’t stay here.”

Her statement brought both of them back to the harsh reality of what their lives really were. Jax slowly pulled away, straightening his back and adjusting his kutte. Bella gazed up at him, tears standing out in her eyes. She hated this. This wasn’t the goodbye she wanted to give him. This isn’t the way she expected to leave things.

“I know,” he finally said, a small, sad smile turning up the corners of his lips. “I know you can’t.”

This town had brought her too much pain. Too much heart-ache. She had so much ahead of her in life, and he would always resent himself a little if he was the reason she decided to stay in this dead-end town. He couldn’t do that to her. He loved her too much. She stood up from the bed, straightening out her shirt and running a hand through her long hair. Their eyes met – green against blue – and the air around them seemed to get lighter. Almost simultaneously, they both let out loud laughs, as if the whole situation was the most ridiculous thing ever.

Bella pressed her hands to her flushed face, shaking her head at the whole fucking thing. How typical.

When their laughter finally died down, Jax flashed her a charming grin. “You’ll call me everyday, right?”

“Everyday. I’ll call you so often that you’ll get sick of me after the first month.”


“Guess we’ll have to see about that, Teller.”



Bella stepped off the plane, her hands already beginning to shake. It had been a long time. Too long. But all the shit that had happened in the last five years didn’t seem to matter right now, because she was back in Charming. Back in the town she wasn’t sure she’d ever see again. She hadn’t even talked to Jax, her old best friend, in a little over a year. He had gotten caught up with all of the club shit, and they just ended up falling out of touch. As sad as it was, Bella forced herself to not think about it as much as she once did. It was the past, and she knew there was no real point in making herself sad about it any longer. She was back in Charming for a reason, and spending time worrying about Jax Teller wasn’t that reason.

When she had all of her luggage and was in the taxi she had called to take her to the motel she was going to be staying in, she exhaled an exhausted breath, leaning her forehead against the cool glass of the window while letting her eyes slip closed. Bella didn’t know what her visit to Charming had in store for her, but she could only try to prepare herself for the worst. 


 An old blue ’67 Impala pulled into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow, catching Jax’s attention. The old car reminded him of high school. It was the car that Bella’s mom used to drive. He hadn’t really seen her around since Bella left all those years ago, but he never really thought to go check in with her. He didn’t want to be reminded of Bella - to be reminded of losing her.

Watching the car with wary eyes, Jax nearly choked on his own spit when he saw the woman with familiar long brown hair step out into the lot. She was wearing a baggy green sweatshirt, and a pair of slightly distressed jeans. She turned her head in the direction of the garage, as if she was looking for someone. When he saw her face, Jax felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.  She was just as beautiful as she was the day she left Charming.

Before his brain could catch up with his feet, Jax found himself walking her way, his eyes locked on her. He was sure she hadn’t noticed him yet, because she was looking towards the clubhouse with that line between her brows.

Jax’s throat felt like it was full of cotton. When he was only just a few feet in front of her, the sound of his footsteps finally caught her attention. Her eyes snapped to him, and Jax’s heart nearly ached at the wave of nostalgia that washed over him at the sight of her warm green eyes.

Instead of making things awkward, Bella offered him a small grin. “Hey, stranger.”

Jax swallowed. “Hey, trouble maker,” he shot back, the exchange making his heart ache even more than it had been before. He rubbed his knuckles against his chest, willing for it to go away.

“How’ve you been?”

“I’ve – uh – I’ve been pretty good.”

Bella raised a brow, her eyes flicking to the patch on his kutte that read V. President. “I can see that.”

“Right. It’s not a big deal or anything,” Jax dismissed half-heartedly.

She let out a laugh, the sound making Jax’s heart jump in his chest. “Don’t give me that shit. The club was all you ever wanted. I’m happy for you,” she trailed off, her mind going back to the night of her 21st birthday when they had almost this same conversation. The club was in his blood.

“Why are you back in town?” He asked, unable to contain himself. He had to know if she was just visiting or if she was back for good.

Bella looked down at the keys she held in her hands, fidgeting with them a little. “My mom is getting pretty bad. Had to come see her. Arrange some things.”

Jax felt like shit. He didn’t even know that her mom was sick. What the hell was wrong with him? “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, both of their eyes following his hand. The contact made Bella want to wrap herself in the safety of him and never come out.

Shaking out of that state of mind, Bella waved her hand. “Don’t even worry about it. I actually, um, came here for Opie.”

That shocked Jax. “Opie?”

“Yeah,” Bella laughed, as though she couldn’t really believe it either. “We’ve kind of been talking lately. Said he’d come down to the hospital with me. My mom is more than excited to see him,” she rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“Oh,” Jax said dumbly, for lack of better things to say. “Well he’s just back in the clubhouse. You can go in if you want.”

Bella offered him a stunning smile. “Thanks Jax.”

As she walked in the other direction, Jax kicked himself for not saying anything else. “Bel?” He called out to her.

She stopped, looking at him over her shoulder, waiting for him to continue.

“Wanna get a drink later? Catch up?”

She seemed to consider his offer for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Sounds good.”


 “There’s no way!” Bella laughed loudly, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth.

“Wish I was joking,” Jax chuckled, circling his finger around the rim of his beer bottle.

“Too bad I wasn’t there,” she came down from her laughing fit, taking a sip of her own beer.

“Yeah,” Jax’s sad eyes met hers momentarily. “Too bad.”

There was a moment of silence that stretched between them. Everything that they hadn’t said in the last 5 years seemed to come to the front of their minds. So many unspoken words, so many lost hopes.

The corners of Bella’s mouth twisted, and she looked away. “It’s getting kind of late. I should get going.”

Jax ran a hand over his hair before rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably a good idea. Where’re you staying?”

“Some shit hole motel right at the edge of town,” Bella scoffed, standing up and shrugging on the black hoodie she had brought with her.

“Want me to follow you over?” He offered, not liking the idea of her staying in some shady motel that wasn’t even close by.

“You my bodyguard now, Teller?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Might be a good gig. God knows how much trouble you get yourself into.”

Bella laughed. “I guess that’s fair.”


They slowly made their way up the stairs, talking and exchanging dumb stories. Seeing Bella’s bright smile and hearing her contagious laughter after all these years made it feel like Jax had never even been apart from her. Not even for a second.

The two of them finally made it to the door of her room, and Bella pulled the room key out of her pocket, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe. “It was good seeing you, Jax,” she said, goodbye heavy on her breath.

Jax tried not to look as disappointed as he felt. “Yeah, Bel. Always a pleasure.”

“Such a gentlemen,” she mocked.

“For you? Always,” Jax teased. But there was something else behind his words. Something that made both of them ache with longing.

Bella diverted her eyes. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime. When the stars align and all that.”

Jax cracked a grin. “Sure, darlin’. I’ll be seeing you.”

With that, she slid her room key into the slot of the doorknob, turning the handle when the light turned green. Jax gave her a short nod before turning away, making his way back towards the staircase. He hated this. Hated that she had to leave again. Hated that he wasn’t doing something. The sudden thought stopped him in his tracks. He wasn’t letting this shit happen again. No. He had gone without her for too fucking long.

He turned back around, taking fast steps in her direction. She was only half way into her room when he made it to her. He placed a hand on the back of her neck, the other one going to her hip, and suddenly, his lips were on hers. The kiss was hot and languid, their lips moving together slowly. It brought back everything that they had been feeling from the very beginning, and suddenly they were both dumb kids again. Dumb kids in love.

Bella’s hands grasped the front of his kutte, tugging him further into her, and he let out a low noise of pleasure.

As fast as it started, it stopped, Bella parting their locked lips with a shuttered breath. “Jax-“

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Jax interrupted, ignoring whatever she was about to say. It wasn’t important. And he didn’t want her saying those things that she said all those years ago. He wanted this. Needed this. He shook his head in a rush. “I’ve thought that since our first day of high school. You came over to the house, pissed off that your favorite pair of Chuck Taylor’s had a hole in them,” he cut himself off with a choked laugh. “You were so worried about your damn shoes that you didn’t even notice you had dirt on your cheek,” he swiped his thumb across her cheek as though he was reliving the memory. “I reached over to wipe it off and you smiled at me. It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen.” He clenched his jaw, shaking his head. “Don’t leave again. Don’t.”

Bella’s eyes were filled with tears waiting to spill out. “I love you,” she whispered, so low that he almost didn’t even hear her. Nothing else in that moment seemed to matter. The years seemed to melt away. Bella didn’t care about anything else. Didn’t care about her problems, or what the future was going to bring. What mattered was that moment. Nothing but that moment.

A blinding smile transformed Jax’s face at her words, and he let out a watery chuckle. “God,” he breathed. “I love you too. I love you so fucking much.”

With that, they were kissing again, the world around them disappearing.

I was at the shinee concert in vancouver and I have a few tHings to say because I need to talk about it

key is sweet and cute as HELL and him speaking english is heaven lemme just say??! his dance solo during one of their songs is ICONIC and his smILE PLEASE HELP ME. he is so handsome and beautiful, I swear, his ig posts do not do him justice
minho ALSO speaking english is a blessing and him waving at fans during their performance was adorable. him trying to shush the fans with a cute little smile when he wants to talk makes MY HEART ACHE TOO?? I kept screaming ‘MINHOOO’ whenever his parts in their songs came up. and his laugh too omg why I love him
taemin trying to speak in his broken english is the most sweetest and endearing thing ever and I like how he said he’ll try to learn more of our language for when they come back (plus his solo performance was PERFECT, AMAZING)((he also has some nice back muscles yo))
• hearing onew’s voice in person almost made me cry, I’m telling you. his voice is so beautiful and he’s just a squishy little bean I love him so much, he’s so precious and his laugh is adorable
jonghyun??? HIS SMILE IS SO BRIGHT AND HIS VOICE IS SO WONDERFUL I CANT BELIEVE I HEARD HIS VOICE WITH MY OWN EARS?? his heart is so pure please why is he doing this to me
• @ the end of the concert I nearly cried but I got a piece of confetti and the memory of their voices and smiles in my head so I’m fine bless shinee and their hearts

Ficlet: Seaside

They spent part of the walk along the shore hand-in-hand, but Dan kept breaking away to take photos. “It’s so beautiful here!” he gushed.

“I’ve always loved the sea,” Phil said serenely, looking out at the waves and enjoying the feel of the breeze mussing his hair. His fringe blew into his eyes and he brushed it away.

Dan looked at him from where he’d been photographing some foliage covered in yellow flowers and asked, “Do you think it’s because you’ve been coming here your whole life?” He walked back to rejoin Phil and they entwined their chilly fingers again, pressing their palms together. The wind off the ocean was cold, but they didn’t mind.

Phil stopped to think a moment and replied, “Maybe. I’ve just always loved how it looks, how it smells, how the salt tastes when I lick my lips after a walk along the shore. You know what I mean?”

Dan squeezed Phil’s hand and looked out at the gray horizon, listening to the lapping of the waves, the occasional crash of one breaking. “I don’t know. I never went to the sea much when I was growing up. So I guess I mostly identify it with you.”

Phil smiled as they continued strolling slowly along the sand. “Well, do you love it now?”

Dan turned to look at him, his eyes full of that very feeling, and said, “I definitely love it now.”

[ fanacc ] 161211 SHINee: SWCV: Yokohama day3 #2

Key took Minho’s shades (for 1of1) and wore it (back facing us) and Minho burst into laughters and took the shades back frm key!!

Fans chanted shinee-onew-shinee-onew.. Because Onew’s birthday is coming soon!

Minho kept making fun of Key. Key told him to stop it and kicked MH’s butt!

Shinee waved goodbye and said “see you next time!”

Minho was the last to leave the stage. he waved & said “bye-bye” *with flying kiss*  귀여워요^^ thank you SHINee for another amazing show!

shinee world at  SWCV inYokohama

trans cr:  ‏@minhoclove

During lucky star Minho sprinted off the stage to the back of the arena so the others followed suit and went all over the place unscripted

At the end of Lucky Star Minho and Onew did their bro dance and dabbed at the end <_<

Onew made some kind of weird pun with “saigo” last and “tamago” egg that I didn’t understand but K: mic off O: *turned it off*

Minho started randomly dancing and Key got really angry and tried to stop him (spoiler?) but he wouldn’t. So then Key jump kicked him

trans cr: @fodfran

They said they should open champagne to celebrate. And Taemin suggested to video the party and upload it on Key’s instagramㅋㅋㅋ
Key: wait a min. Why are you promoting my instagram?? And yes I will definitely record it and post it on my instagram so you guys better come to the party with make up on!!ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Onew Jonghyun Minho just lost it doing some cranky dance and Key gave Minho a flying kick

trans cr: ‏@ipipie

K: we meet swj tour Minho suddenly dancing Key’s trying to stop it (would be new dance) Jonghyun and Minho still dancing Key kicked Minho 

During Ring Ding Dong, Minho was wearing jacket and underneath was only no sleeve. When he’s dancing, could see that underneath and was sexy

trans cr: soinlove_minho

About Time

Fitz and Simmons have kept their relationship a secret, but now decide to finally tell at least Daisy…

Jemma,” Fitz hissed. Jemma whipped her head around, her eyes looking for Fitz’s face – why was he whispering?

She scrunched her brow, not seeing him anywhere. “Fitz?” she hissed back. Her voice showing clear signs of confusion. Then, suddenly, she saw his head peep out from behind a wall. He looked around rather suspiciously before coming out completely and waving his hand for her to come meet him. She mouthed to him a “what?” as she made her way to him, starting to feel that creep of paranoia in the back of her mind. Were they being watched? Were they safe?

“What is it? Is something wrong?” Jemma asked in a panic, gripping the sides of his arms tight.

Fitz smiled at her, shaking his head. “No, no, no, we’re safe. Nothing’s wrong.”

Jemma let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god. You had me worried there. What is it then? What’s the big secret?”

“Well,” Fitz looked around the empty lab, which is usually full of at least six scientists at a time. “We are, I guess.”

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so i was cross-training in our store’s starbucks monday and it’s located right across from the registers and next to the TPS office. anyway, he was passing by literally all morning and when he was coming back from electronics he made sure to walk between the two registers that faced the table i was sitting at while my trainer was explaining the fundamentals. literally all morning he walked by and kept looking and at one point when he was going into the office i looked up and made eye contact before i looked back down. 

to top it off while my trainer and i were in the training room downstairs, i kid you not, he decided to “fix” the easter decals on the window of the door. i literally looked up and waved awkwardly because my trainer had looked up too and asked if we were friends outside of target because she mentioned that she always sees us talking. i’m like “yeah something like that”. this boy makes it so obvious that everytime i think about it i just smile because damn. do something!!

So here's a list of things that I watched happen while I watched SPN film last night

Jared winking at people from Impala

Ruth being a cutie and waving directly at me from the back of the impala when I made eye contact

Ruth talking to some of us in between takes about how she’s going to VanCon and that she’s a little nervous about singing during Karaoke Kings (she’s seriously the world’s biggest sweetheart I love her so much)

Jared high fiving the entire crowd???

Jared coming over to talk to us in between takes, being called back and apologising that his “director” (Jensen) kept bothering him. Sometimes he was literally pulled away by the security who all looked sort of dismayed but used to it whenever Jared came into the crowd

Jared pulling Ruth out of the impala: according to him the roof is low (Jared everything is low for you), and one time he pulled her out and heard her make a little noise of pain and was super apologetic afterwards and gave her this huge hug once cut was called, Jensen jokingly reprimanded him for hurting Ruth


Whenever cut was called and Jensen was in front of us he would literally melt out of his Dean persona and give us all the biggest grins

Filming next to a club with a weird dj that played Gangnam style, Jensen did a little boogie to it and said he couldn’t believe we weren’t all dancing

Me asking Jensen how he was doing and he admitted that directing and acting at the same time is super tiring bc he can’t tell where to focus his mind and stuff

Misha showing up late

Misha trying to freak us all out with his bloodshot eyes (It doesn’t work Misha you’re too cute even with those contacts in)

Misha miming a kick at Jensen when he was being told where to stand before a take

Misha doing this weird floppy, shuffley jog thing during a take that we were all trying really hard not to audibly laugh at

Misha sneaking over to talk to us between takes

Misha looking tired af but still taking a bunch of selfies with people and talking to us and just chilling next to us For a bit until he was also escorted away (literally dragged back by one of the supervisors) and put back on set

Misha not waiting for an official answer when we asked if we could take photos with him and him saying that he probably wasn’t allowed but he was going to do it anyways

Misha starting to write a tweet that I could see he was going to tag Jensen in but I haven’t seen it posted?? What did Misha write that even HE couldn’t post??

I asked Misha if he had seen the French mistake Misha funko after someone got him to sign their Leviathan Cas Funko and he said no and seemed equal parts flabbergasted, confused, and totally excited


Daydream Nation Part 3

Pair : Teacher!Dean x Student!Reader

Music : Everything Has Changed by Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift

A/N : Its been a long time coming, but here is part 3! Many of you have asked and i want to thank you all for waiting patiently. 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

“Y/n.” Caroline croaked, waving her hand in my face.

It’s been the longest 2 months of my life. Mr. Winchester won’t even give me the time of day.

Sure he would wave but that was it. His class would be empty everyday after school.

It drove me crazy. I mean I understood exactly why he kept his distance, especially after the incident in the car. But I wanted things to go back.

“Sorry.” I exhaled.

“Are you ok?” She muttered, throwing her hair up in a bun. “You’ve been kind of out of it lately.”

“I’m ok. Just tired. Been studying like crazy for mid terms.” I lied. Something I was becoming great at.

Caroline nodded and laid across her bed. Opening her laptop, she began to pull out her books.
“Good. I thought it had to do with Mr. Winchester.” She stammered.

I shot my eyes up at her. Heart pounding like a hammer. “What? Why?”

“Come on Y/N, I’m not stupid. There’s obviously some tension between you two.” She met my gaze and sighed. “What happened between you two anyways?”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened and that’s the worse part of it.

“I honestly have no idea. One day, he was taking me home. Talking and laughing and then-” I paused, taking in a deep breath. “And then he told me the man I end up with will be one lucky guy.”

I bit my lower lip, remembering it like it were yesterday.

Caroline sat up, her eyes wide and a smile plastered on her face. “I knew it! You two totally like each other! Oh my god this is amazing!” She squealed.

“What’re you talking about? Did you not just hear me?” I said, furrowing my eye brows.

“I heard every word. Sweetie, he’s in love with you. Haven’t you noticed the way he looks at you in class?”

Wait, the way he looks at me in class?

“What’re you talki-”

“Are you seriously that oblivious? Y/N, he looks at you like he has seen something so beautiful. He is totally in to you and you don’t even know it!”

“Caroline, I’m 17, he’s our teacher!” I stated.

“But that’s what makes it romantic! It’s forbidden. Something you want but can’t have. It’s exhilarating.” Her hands pressed to her chest as she closed her eyes. “Which totally makes sense. He is keeping his distance from you not because he wants to, but because he has too.”

My mind was swirling with different emotions. What if she was right?
Does Dean really have feelings for me?

“You should talk to him.” She said before returning to her books. “He needs to know how you feel.”

(Deans pov)

The sun shined through the window, and the smell of coffee filling the air.

The same routine just a different day. It’s the day before Christmas break, and honestly I need this more than anyone.

There was a slight knock at the door, which was strange since class doesn’t start for another hour.

“Come in.” I yelped, buttoning up my jacket. 

The door crept open and there she was. Y/N.

Her eyes met mine making my stomach jump.

But why was she here so early? I sat up in my chair. Back straight, chin up. Watching her as she slowly made her way toward me.

“H-hi.” She exhaled.


Her averted down to my desk then to around the room.
“It’s weird coming to school so early.” She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

God she is beautiful. Every inch of her, from her soft hands to her jawline. She was breath taking.

“I-I want to ta-”

“I have a lot of work to do here.” I stated. Regretting for being so harsh. But it had to be done. Any longer, I wouldn’t be able to contain myself.

She stared intently at me for a moment, her mouth slightly open.
“Why do you push me away?” She finally let out.

I was taken back. Push her away? Why would she think such a thing? Unless I made it obvious.

“What do you-”

“Cut the bullshit Dean. I’m done pretending nothing is going on. I’m tired of it actually.” She stammered.

My heart began to race as her words stitched into my brain.
I’ve never seen this side of her. Annoyed, tired, blunt.

In a way, it was refreshing.

“I need to get this off my chest before I realize exactly what I am doing and leave.” She bit her lower lip and ran her hand through her hair.

“I-I” she hesitated.

I sat on the edge of my chair. My heart felt as if it were about to jump out of the chest. Hanging on every word that escaped her lips, I couldn’t help but feign for her to let it out.

She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted immediately.
The door swung open and Elizabeth Adams, the science teacher, walked in.

“Dean I was-” she paused stopping in her steps. “Oh I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

I cleared my throat and propped up on my toes.

“N-no. I was just leaving.” Y/N hesitated. She glanced back at me then left the room without another word.

Why did Elizabeth have to walk in? The moment Y/N was going to open up. Tell me something important to her.


The day dragged along, and I couldn’t focus on anything but him.

I’m such an idiot, for opening my mouth this morning.

If only I could go back in time, erase it all and pretend it never happened.

“Y/N, ready?” Betty muttered, waiting to turn the lights off.
We closed the diner and were heading home for the night.

It was pouring down, cold breeze hitting my face as we made our way out the diner.

“Goodnight sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She muttered as she opened her umbrella and made her way to her car.

I locked the doors, shivering as my hands slowly grow numb.

“Hi.” A familiar voice spoke. I turned on my heels, stomach fluttering as my eyes landed on his face. 

“W-what’re you doing here?” I exhaled.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. About this morning. About every moment I have ever spent with you.” He stammered. His hair, clothes, all drenched from the rain. “I don’t know what it is about you Y/N, but somehow I can’t seem to pull myself away from you.”

My heart pounded profusely as my throat knotted.

Taking in a deep breath, you inched closer to him and crashed your lips to his. 

My hands cupped his neck, pulling him in closer.

This was it. The moment I have been waiting for.

Tasting him, breathing him in. The world is forever ours. Dean traced his hand over my cheeks and tangled into my hair.

This wasn’t a dream. Another one of those things where I snap out of it and stand staring at him like an idiot.
It was actually happening.

A small chuckle escaped my lips as we finally parted. His eyes locked with mine. It took my breath away.

“Need a ride home?” He smiled.

That same smile that drove me crazy. He is everything I ever dreamt of. Everything I ever wanted.

“Yours or mine?” I shivered, flashing him a smirk.

Not saying a word, Dean nodded. Motioning for you to lead the way to his car.

My heart beat was all over the place. Beating rapidly as his hand gently slipped into mine.

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Hank McCoy x reader "come over here and make me" :'3 ? ♥♥

Warnings: None

Word Count: 179

Notes: I tried keeping it drabble length and it actually worked.

“(Y/N), please.”

“Nope.” You moved the tool in your hand out of Hank’s reach as he tried to grab for it.

“I have important work to do.” The jet was damaged during the last mission so he’d been doing repairs for the last few days.

“More important than your health? You’ve barely eaten or slept in days. It’s gone too far.”

Hank sighed deeply, “I’m almost done”.

“You said that yesterday.” You began to back out towards the entrance of the hangar.

“(Y/N), give it back.”

You kept walking backwards and waved the tool out in front of you, “Come over here and make me. Or, better yet, come to the shower with me. Once you clean up, eat a full meal, and sleep for at least 8 hours, I’ll give it back.”

Hank pinched the bridge of his nose. Part of him just wanted to finish his work, but the other was appreciative of how much concern you had for him. “Alright”

You gave him a smile as he approached and left the hangar with you.

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Knights of Llyr: Eoin & Navi

Eoin was bouncing on the balls of his feet in the port, watching for ships to come in, he’d worked out based on his letter the next Llyrian ship should get to the city today. He kept looking out to sea and rubbing his hands together, it had been months since he’d seen the knights. Now he had some new friends to introduce them too. In between watching the sea he looked around the port and spotted Navi, he jumped hight and waved her over, looking back to the see a ship came into view with his countries purple flag flying in the slight wind. 

He may have let out a slightly childish squeal and grabbed Navi’s arm, pointing out the ship, “Look, look look!!! That’s the one! The big one with the purple flag! Oh I can’t wait! They said only one or two of them could come but it’ll be great all the same, right!?” he said, grinning so hard it hurt.

Errorberry (But not as you’d think)

*Error was still sitting in the multiverse for some reason. One of his glasses’ lens was cracked and he looked a little worse for wear as he gave a small wave* Hey, everyone. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you all. It’s been…a pretty hectic day. *Error clears his throat* Basically, I woke up this morning to a letter, and uhh…*He uncrumples a letter from his pocket and holds it up to the camera*

‘Do not come for him, he belongs to me, if you follow I will KILL HIM’

Writing looks familiar? Heh…*Error smiles sadly as he looks at the letter* Kinda looks like mine. But it wasn’t. *Error sighs but he kept a smile on his face* An Error came into Studiotale sometime during the night and took Blueberry with him. Turns out…it was the Error who had destroyed Blueberry’s original AU.

*Error sits down, though it was like he didn’t have the strength to stand* It’s…a bit too quiet to just tell the story. So…I-I guess I’ll show you. It took us a while to find the Error’s antivoid but…when we did…

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the house and the home (for aubvi)

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Aubrey! @aubvi Thanks so much for always being so awesome! Best, Effie @effie214


She stirs before dawn in a king bed in Big Sur, but the the thing that catches her most off-guard amid the unfamiliarity is that she wakes on Oliver’s chest, his skin warm against hers and his fingers gently in her hair.

“What time is it?” she manages – barely – and he presses a kiss to her forehead, mimicking the smile that comes to her lips when his mouth caresses her brow.

“Early,” is all he says, voice as lulling and welcoming as the sound of the waves outside. “Go back to sleep.”

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TBH the energetic immune system/first response is the base/root chakra clamping down tight and locking your energy down so nothing gets in and nothing gets out

In the presence especially of negative forces (people or otherwise) a lot of people ask “But why can’t I astral/talk to anyone?”

If you are around a force looking for a way into your body to eat you like a candy cherry from the inside out, even if you mentally think they are ur perfect friend/lover/god/etc, generally your core/energy system sees it coming 20 miles away before you do and will clamp you inside urself like a fucking pearl until the danger passes

I saw this happen with roommate and her abusive partner, he had convined her he was her perfect soulmate-fu, her soul saw the tidal wave of parasitic shit coming and clamped down and then ejected most of her soul out the nearest open window until I dragged her back because she was comatose

Long story short her soul kept doing this and I stopped helping because she wasn’t seeing why it was happening but it was happening for an excellent reason

You can be clamped in your body for other reasons like being forcibly made to take care of your life-here or your guides intervening but a lot of the time it’s your first response system tbh, learn to take a closer look before you assume you need to wrench that door open immediately

a few things that happened at the BBMAs
  • Taylor  came out to her seat probably right before the show started, Calvin, Ed, and Austin were already there. She talked to Calvin for a moment before getting up to present the BB video.
  • While Harry got settled in his seat, he looked back and he saw me and we looked at each other (!!!!!!) and I waved and he waved. I died.
  • Harry watched the whole video chewing his gum and bobbing his head to the song. I noticed he also licks his lips a lot.
  • Taylor and Calvin were showing lots of PDA….
  • The boys didn’t come back to their seats until right before they won Top Touring Act. Louis was already drinking a corona and Niall was drinking something from a glass bottle. They kept switching seats with each other. After they won, they didn’t come back to their seats.
  • Taylor stayed for pretty much the whole night with Calvin and Austin by her side. 

Big Bang’s fandom has a large variety across age groups. On Sydney day one I had VIP and the section was nice and open for fans to run around and literally each time I got back to the barricade the at least 40 year old fanboy stood there waving his Japanese light stick and I was next to him and he literally knew the lyrics and I’m sure that’s why Daesung kept coming to our side lmao