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“I baked you cookies.” 

Peter jumped slightly, not anticipating someone to walk up behind him at his locker. Turning around, a smile was almost instant when he saw her. Shifting his bag, he accepted the little tin of cookies [Y/N] was holding out to him. “Cookies? Why?” 

Her cheeks flushed again, something that he really was starting to enjoy. Ducking her head slightly, her hair fell to cover the rest of the color that covered her cheeks. “Because you spent three hours trying to teach me one thing.” Looking up, she groaned. “And the fact that I’m helpless and I felt really bad that we lost track of time and that you may or may not have gotten at least four hours of sleep.”

Peter chuckled, opening the tin, he placed a cookie in his mouth and placed the rest on the top shelf of his locker. Taking a bite, he had to resist the pleasurable moan that came from just that one bite. Pointing at the cookie, “This, this is really good. Thank you.” Shoving some more books into his bag, he smiled. “If you made these cookies, how many hours did you get?” 

Wincing, she pointed to her coffee tumbler, “Like maybe two, if that.” 

His brows knitted together, “Do you want to take a rain-check on tonight? I can study up on the history exam myself.” Peter felt bad that she was running on fumes. 

She shook her head, “We made a deal.” Sipping on her coffee, she smiled. “Although, instead of studying at the library, if you’re okay with it. I would much rather study at my house so I can drink all the free coffee I can, to get me through it.” 

“You-your house?” 

Nodding, “Yeah, I already asked my mom not that it would have mattered. Both my parents are doctors at the hospital so they’re never home.” Leaning her head to the side, she raised a brow, “I mean we can still study at the library if that’s more comfortable-”

“-no! I mean, no, yeah, that’s fine. We can go to your house.” Peter cleared his throat, mentally slapping himself for sounding like an idiot. Closing his locker, he slung his bag on his shoulder, “What time?” 

She shrugged, “I mean we can go right after school like yesterday.” Following him the direction of their Chemistry class, she sighed. “Something tells me you’re way better at history then I am with mechanical engineering.” 

Peter chuckled, “I don’t want to brag but I am pretty awesome at history and mechanical engineering but it doesn’t hurt to study up.” Looking down at her, he couldn’t help but feel at ease talking to her. Occasionally, he’d find himself tripping over his words but for the most part, he didn’t feel socially awkward or anxious. 

“Hey guys whats up!” Ned slung his arms around both Peter and [Y/N], scaring the daylights out of them.

[Y/N] yelped out loudly, almost dropping her coffee in the process. Desperately needing the caffeine to get her through the day, she opted to save her tumbler over her binders. They scattered the floor, “Well, shit.” She blurted. 

Peter gave Ned a look while he gave an apologetic shrug, “Seriously, dude.” Bending down to help pick up the scattered papers, his attention got drawn to a realistic sketch of Spiderman. Pausing, he looked at [Y/N] who was busily trying to rescue her neatly written notes and papers. “Did you draw this?” 

Scrambling all the papers together and shoving them into her binder, she finally looked over. Her breath getting caught in her throat. “Um, uh, um.” Standing up slowly with Peter, she gently took it from his hands, “Yes, I, um, I think he’s pretty cool….” 

Ned leaned over her shoulder, smirking, “Wicked.” 

[Y/N] narrowed her eyes at him as she quickly shoved it inside a notebook. Peter had a dumbstruck smile on his face, “Yeah, he is pretty cool.” 

Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she nodded. “I like the whole hero in New York City thing. And despite his not so legal methods of keeping the city safe, I like it.” Biting her lip, she avoided their gazes, “It’s for my art class by the way, I’m not just randomly drawing Spiderman.” 

Peter grinned, “It wouldn’t be weird even if you were just randomly drawing him.” 

Blushing again, [Y/N] nodded halfway. “Right, well, um, I’ll see you in class.” Before Peter could stop her, she weaved in and out of students and headed to Chemistry. 

Ned slapped Peter on the back, grinning, “Dude! You are so in!”


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Finally, The Day has come. Ok, I’m soooo bad at editing, so this is the best I can do! This is my favorite day of the year. Literally guys, it’s like Christmas!
55 years ago, Jeffrey Dean Isbell aka Izzy Stradlin was born in LaFayette, Indiana. You moved to L.A. and became a great musician and a great songwriter, and I can’t tell how happy I am that you did that. You followed your dreams and made them true! Even if you ruined my life (years ago) here I am wishing you my best wishes. You inspire me, you make me smile, laugh, cry, and love.
So happy 55th birthday, you wonderful human being.
I love you more than everything. ❤

A.

((I love him and this makes me happy))

Everyone has their days where they aren’t their self. That’s what Y/N had been told. 

But those are most days. That can’t be normal… right?, was their response every time.

To which they received the same answer, I’m sure it’s not everyday. You’re just being dramatic.

It hadn’t been everyday but, it was close. It also wasn’t just “not feeling like their self”, it was wondering, thinking to their self what’s the point?

Sure, everyone most likely asks their self that question at some point but… not continuously. And, they probably give their self an explanation as to why they are alive. Y/N couldn’t figure it out. 

No matter who they asked, they got the same response and yet… they continued to ask. They had hope that someone may have an answer. A real answer. 

So, here they were, sitting across Dan in their small living room. They started watching a movie about an hour ago before Y/N had slipped into their own thoughts. It was now that Y/N had thought about asking Dan the same question they asked everyone else.

“Hey, Dan?” Y/N looked over to Dan, who was sprawled out on the couch, half asleep at this point.

He jerked awake, shoving a pillow out of the way so he could see Y/N. “Yeah? I wasn’t sleeping, I promise. I was jus-” 

Y/N interrupted, “It’s fine, sorry I woke you up.”

“I wasn’t actually fully asleep, no worries. What was it though?” Dan sat up and turned himself away from the tv. 

Y/N sat there trying to decide whether they still wanted to ask or not. He might give the same answer, or he might not. Or maybe he wouldn’t care, or he might wonder if something was “wrong” with Y/N. 

“What’s the point? In… living?” They had spoken so fast it almost slipped past him.

“What?”

“I just… I don’t see the point.”

Dan reached for the remote, muting the movie. “Y/N, why are you so suddenly asking?”

They shrugged as they started to regret ever asking. “I’ve asked other people but they just say the same thing… I thought maybe you’d say something different.” 

“Well,” he breathed out, “I’m flattered you came to me.” Dan gave them a small smile. “Y/N, I know life doesn’t seem like much and… it seems pretty pointless. I promise you, it’s not. While it seems like you’re here for no reason and like the only thing you’re living for is death, you’re here for a reason and it’s not for you to die. We all go through a stage where we question things, some people go through them longer than others. It’s okay to take your time, just know… life is always worth living.”

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Hey guys! This is just my reaction/summary post of the BTS Concert in Newark (Thursday, 3/23)! I’ll be going into a lot of detail, but bare with me. I’ve linked all the fancams I took throughout the post, so you can check that out :)

[Full Fancam Playlist]

BEFORE THE CONCERT

Alright so first things first…I’ve been following BTS since ~May/June 2014, and this was the first time I was actually able to go to a live concert. I WAS LITERALLY BEYOND THE MOON when I got tickets, and I was so excited that I was badgering everyone I knew with my fangirling. BTS means so much to me, they got me through some of the hardest times in my life, and they gave me happiness and hope. So getting to go to one of their concerts, see them and support them in person, was such a blessing.

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TRANSPOSE II + PART ONE + MASTERLIST


Summary: After delivering the map to the Resistance, you are sent on another mission to bring back Luke Skywalker. During your trip, you are informed the First Order has attacked the Resistance base and you are quick to return back. Once at the base, you are surrounded and knocked out, only to wake up somewhere you wish you hadn’t be. And the reasoning? Execution.

A/N: So, as requested by some of you, I decided to add another part to transpose seeing as I actually liked the first part and had come up with something for part two. Like mentioned before, this is a sort of emperor/cowboy bebop au that is still set in the star wars universe (confusing, I know). Anyways, enjoy and feedback is welcomed!

Word Count: 6.4K+

Warning: Mentions of death/blood


Standing off to a side, eyeing your bruised knuckles and bloody hand, you let out a breath. The image of the blood dripping down Kylo’s face haunted you, the fresh wound the dressed his skin made your skin crawl. You never intended to cut half of his face open with the knife, but you had.

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Laughter is the best Medicine

There was something about watching Jared and Jensen laugh that made my heart swell.

They were so in tune with one another, always making each other laugh. Always cracking jokes. Always just being…them.

And…okay, yeah, I’m not making any sense at all but there’s no other way of explaining it. Every time I watched them it felt like everything bad in the world dissipated with their very existence. All of my sadness slipped away until all I knew was happiness.

There were times when I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore. When I thought my world was finally caving in, Jensen and Jared always found a way to make it all better; pick up the pieces if you will. Hell, they didn’t even know that they did it.

So yeah, as I watched them laugh and joke up on that stage, the swell in my heart grew twice as big.

They were my family, dammit. Whether they knew it or not.


submitted by my beautiful @bringmesomepie56 I saw this and it brought tears to my eyes. It might sound weird but that’s what happened. These two just make me real happy.

Word Count:1,500

Warnings: Daddy kink, language

Summary: Bad boy/psychopath Tyler in prison, based off of Heathens music video

Request: can u do a tyler joseph daddy smut

I looked at my reflection in one of the many metal tables around me and centered my thin silver necklace. It was a gift from Tyler and I never took it off. The necklace was just a thin chain, but where someone might put their name or a small heart charm, I instead had “Daddy” in silver, cursive letters hanging delicately around my neck.

I took a deep breath and turned to the prison guard behind me, “I’m ready.”

We walked through the gray, concrete hallway, the only noise being my black heels against the hard surface. The prison guard accompanying me remained stone-faced the whole walk to Tyler’s visiting area. I couldn’t visit Tyler like everyone else got to visit their incarcerated loved ones. He was in the isolation unit. I wasn’t even supposed to get to see him, but he was friendly with some of the guards.

I could vividly remember the moment I showed up on my mother’s doorstep, crying, telling her that Tyler had gotten arrested. She looked down at me, her lips in a tight line, her eyes cold and adamant, and said, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave him and run as far as you can.” Those were her last words to me before slamming the door in my face. I understood. Hell, I always knew Tyler would end up in prison, and if not prison he’d go somewhere worse.

Tyler had never been mentally stable. He never killed them though. That’s what he told me, even when he came home soaked to the bone in someone else’s blood, he never killed them. I believed him; even when he got sentenced to 25-life in a maximum security prison, he was still innocent to me. No one understood that. But they didn’t see the man that I did. I was his princess, he was my daddy, and I was going to visit him as much as I could.

The six foot something prison guard led me through several locked doors until we finally came to a room. There weren’t any windows, but the single fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling was enough for the teeny tiny room. It was just like a concrete box, except one wall was made up of the bars they use on prison cells. The only difference between this and an actual cell was the table and chairs in the middle.

I muttered a quick thank you as the prison guard pulled out a chair for me. It was the chair facing the bars. This was the chair I always sat in. I liked it because I could see Tyler as they brought him to me. No matter how many men, dressed in their full military uniforms, with their big guns pressed to his back, were with him, his face always lit up when he saw me.

“They’re bringing him down.” The man told me before leaving and locking the heavy metal door behind him.

I knew he was just outside the door, ready to start the clock. Thirty minutes. That’s all the time I got, and I planned on making the most of it.

Being by myself was an adjustment in more ways than one. Tyler and I had gone from having sex five or six times a week to nothing at all. It was torture; especially because Tyler looked great in his orange jumpsuit.

I knew it was wrong. I mean my boyfriend was in prison and all I could think about was sex, but I had always been attracted to the “bad boy” type. So seeing Tyler in handcuffs did something for me and there was nothing I could do about it.

My head snapped up and the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. I smiled and adjusted my cleavage so just enough was spilling out to get Tyler’s attention, but it still looked effortless and natural. Me, of all people, didn’t have a problem with pushing my boobs up to my ears, but Tyler did. Every time I tried to make any sort of advance, he shot me down. I didn’t see why, he was already in here for life with no chance of parole, it’s not like he could any more trouble.

A man, dressed like the SWAT team members I saw on TV, removed the lock from the bars. Then, for the first time this week, I saw Tyler. His face looked pretty banged up, but other than that he looked the same as usual.

When he saw me, he smirked and looked me up and down before being led inside by a group of officers. Once he was inside they sat him down in the chair across from me and re-handcuffed him with the handcuffs that were connected to the table. That meant he was basically chair-bound, which was perfect for me.

After Tyler’s posse finally left us alone, I sat forward in my hard metal chair, “I miss you, daddy.”

“I miss you too babygirl.” He said smiling.

I began slowly dragging my heeled foot up Tyler’s leg, “I miss your eyes, your mouth, your hands, and most of all I miss your-”

Tyler jerked his leg away from me, “Not here (Y/N).”

I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest, “If not here then where? Your five star hotel suite?”

I knew Tyler didn’t like it when I mouthed off, but it wasn’t like he could punish me for it, unfortunately.

“Was that sarcasm I just heard?” Tyler asked, his eyes now dark with what I hopped was lust.

“I’m sorry, but it’s just been soooo long. I need something daddy.” I whined.

Tyler’s eyes flicked up to the security camera on the wall behind me, “I know, but I can’t baby.” He wiggled his handcuffs for emphasis, “You know that.”

I glanced back at the camera and smirked, “I have an idea.”

Getting up from my seat, Tyler’s brown eyes flew to the short hemline of my skirt. I traced a manicured finger along the table as I walked over to where Tyler was sitting. With a little squeezing and shifting, I finally sat in Tyler’s lap, straddling his thighs.

“We have to be quick and quiet, okay?” He told me, glancing toward the door where the prison guard was standing with his back to us.

I grabbed the sides of his face and pressed a desperate kiss to his lips. It had been so long since I’d touched Tyler, let alone kissed him. Tyler, much to his dismay, couldn’t touch me because of the handcuffs, but my hands roamed everywhere. I made sure not one spot was left untouched by my hands or my lips, but I was truly concerned about one spot in particular.

Keeping my lips on his, I lightly palmed Tyler through his boxers until I felt him grow painfully hard beneath me. Tyler attached his lips to my neck, nipping at my sweet spot.

“D-daddy,” I moaned, grinding my hips against his.

Tyler groaned against my neck, “Shit babygirl, keep doing that.”

I brought his face up to mine and connected our lips. I started grinding down on  him as fast and as hard as I could. It was obvious that neither of us were going to last very long. Even though we were both fully clothed, it had been months since anything but my own fingers had touched me down there.

“You’re so fucking beautiful babygirl.” Tyler moaned.

“Oh god daddy, I-I’m gonna-” I tried to warn Tyler before my orgasm washed over me in waves, making my whole body feel tingly in the best way.

I felt Tyler come shortly after me, letting out a long groan and a string of curses.

He placed his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry daddy, I made a mess on you.” I said, already feeling the moisture drip down my thighs.

Tyler laughed, “God I missed you.”

I laughed too and pressed a quick kiss to his chapped, swollen lips. Tyler turned his head and deepened the kiss, making me moan involuntarily. I was just about to work on Tyler’s neck, when I heard the harsh banging on the door that signalled that our time was up.

I pulled away from Tyler, lightly biting down on his bottom lip before wiggling out of his lap.

Back in my chair, I fixed my hair and the lipstick that had mostly rubbed off on Tyler’s mouth. As if on cue, the prison guard swung open the door and told me it was time to go. But before leaving, I discreetly traced a line up my cilt with my index finger and cleaned it off in my mouth, keeping eye contact with Tyler.

I saw his jaw clench and I smiled, innocently blowing him a kiss before prancing out of the room.

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Honestly I’ve seen a lot of Heathens theories but my favorite is that Tyler went crazy and killed Josh so that’s basically what I went with here and idk but I think I might be in love with incarcerated Tyler??????

Also P.S. I kind of based this off of the Harley Quinn and Joker vibes I got from the Suicide Squad trailers 

A Little Too Late Part 28

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 28

Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Lucifer, Balthazar, Sam, Dean, God!Chuck

Word Count: 1,101

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Things aren’t ending here my friends! I hope you enjoy this next part!! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

The Masterlist for this series can be found HERE!

“You Winchesters sure know how to die,” Chuck shook his head with a small chuckle.  “Before you ask Sam and Dean, yes she is a Winchester.  Her real dad was John Winchester.  Her mother was just some girl he slept with,” God rambled.  “Anyway, this wasn’t supposed to happen.  Which seems to be a common occurrence with you Winchesters.”

“So you’ll bring her back,” Sam asked.

“I will, but I hope [Y/N] doesn’t make a habit out of it like you two do,” Chuck raised his eyebrows.  He caught his son Lucifer’s glare.  “It’s nice to see you have respected the rules.  All of you have, and I thank you for that.”  Chuck padded up to Gabriel who held your body in his arms.  “Now things will return back to normal.  She’ll no longer have those pains in her chest.  She’ll be able to heal someone without practically dying.  [Y/N] can only heal to a certain extent, so keep that in mind Sam and Dean.”

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Levi x reader

“Do you have to go?” I said as I hugged the short musclier man.
“Yes I have to, he replied.
"Ok be careful, be back soon.”
“Don’t you worry we’ll be back in no time sis!” The young girl with pigtails said.
“Don’t open the door for anyone ok” Farlan said.
“Alright,” I said as I gave them hugs.
“I love you,” Levi whispered in my ear and kissed my nose.
“I love you too.” I watched them as they left, not knowing that that would be the last I saw of them for a long time.
I sat down and read a book about a princess and her prince. I got so focussed in my book that I lost track of time. I got to the middle of the old book and stopped to see what time it was. Panic set in when I saw it had been 3 hours since my family had left. ‘They said they would be back (y/n), don’t worry everything will be ok. They must’ve gotten distracted. You know how Isabel is.’ I went back to reading my book but I couldn’t concentrate. I set the book down, giving up on reading, and began worrying. I then heard my stomach growling, realizing how hungry I was so I got food from the kitchen. I grabbed some bread from the little loaf we had left and ate. When I finished I went back into the main room and sat in the chair waiting to see when Levi, Farlan, and Isabella would get back. Time passed, and soon I felt my eyes trying to drift off into sleep. My lids getting heavier and heavier until I could no longer hold them open. Sleep finally taking my body over.

3 months later

Each day I would wait for them to come back, but I finally realized that that was never going to happen. I cried that whole day wondering if they were captured or if they had just left, not wanting to be near me anymore. Eventually, I dropped the thought of them being captured and adopted the idea that they had planned on leaving all along. Some days I’d wonder how long they had planned their escape from me. Others I tried to ignore the thought. I decided on moving on and continued my life. I’d get up for the day, go outside, and steal some food to last me for a week. I taught myself how to fight that way I could survive in the underground. I no longer wanted to be burden on anyone like I had been to my family.
I sat in the chair I had read in the night they had left, contemplating on my current situation. I would survive, there was no way I was going to let this situation bring me down.

2 years later

I went out today on a nice long walk. My (h/l), (h/c) hair braided, so it wouldn’t get in my face. I went to the market area saying hello to the nice people and ignoring the trouble makers. Everything was as normal, thieves stealing, and thugs beating up innocents, until some one yelled, “SURVEY CORPS.”
I looked up to see shapes flying in the air, when I noticed one of them looked like Levi. 'It can’t be though, that’s not him’ I quickly left he area and continued my walk somewhere else. On another street I saw I bread cart. I decided to steal a little loaf. I then went back to the quiet and empty place I called home. When I got there I noticed that my door was hanging open. I went up to the door to see some one with the survey corpse uniform standing in the main room of my home. Their hood was up making it so I couldn’t see their face, but from what I could tell the person was a man and shorter then the ones I’d see on the streets. Right as I said “what are you doing in my house?!” The man rushed to the window and jumped out. I instantly ran out to see if I could see what my intruder looked lien, but they were long gone. I went back into my house and angrily shut the window and locked the door.
I sat in my chair and tried to calm my nerves. Of course, my mind wanted to only think about the situation and began wondering what they wanted from in here and why it happen to me out of all the other people in my neighborhood. I then went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water taking a sip. When I finished the water in my glass I went back into the living room. As I walked in I turned to look at the old picture of Levi, Farlan, Isabel, and I, huddled together, noticing the picture missing. I looked around for it thinking maybe I had misplaced it, but finding it was no where. I realized then that for some reason the person that was in here could of taken it from here and then flew off when he heard me speak.
My mind flashed back to the day we took the picture. Farlan, Isabel, and I were all trying to get Levi to smile and, for once, we were successful. As the memory faded, I felt a tear slowly fall down my cheek. I wiped it away. “I won’t cry over people who left me behind. Not ever again.” I got up and went to bed.
The next morning I woke up to here knocking on my door. I went and opened my door to see my weird neighbors with a plate of cookies. “Are you okay dear? We heard about the soldier in your house.”
“I’m okay, come in?” I open the door wider but they declined
“We got to get going and 'restock’ on food, we just wanted to give you these cookies.”
“Oh, ok thanks .” I said. I waved as they left. After I could no longer see them, I looked around my house to see if anything else was missing. Nothing else was. When I finished looking I noticed it was getting late and went to the window to see my neighbors getting back with a hole load of bread. My mouth dropped as I looked at them
“How the hell did they get that much bread, I mean what the hell?” I yelled through the closed window. Seeing that sight made me decide it was time to end today, so I went to bed dreaming about what tomorrow had in store for me.
I woke up and went out after seeing that I was low on bread. I went to my usual victim to steal my bread for the week. As I got to the place i planned out how I’d get my food for the week. Once I felt ready I grabbed three loaves of bread, and ran. When I looked back to see if anyone followed me, which was rare, I saw a survey corps soldier chasing after me. 'Of course. First one in my house now one chasing me. Can this week get any better!?’
I ran and turned the corner to see another soldier waiting at the end of the ally. I was trapped. I stopped in between the two soldiers. I looked closely at the two of them. One had brown hair and glasses, but I couldn’t tell what gender they were. The other was defiantly a tall guy with blond hair. It almost looked like he was smelling the air, but I blew it off as I noticed that glasses was looking at me. They slowly walked towards me. I whipped my head back at the other one to see he was also walking closer. Quickly I searched for an escape rout. As soon as I saw them I knew how I was getting out. To the left of me were boxes stacked on one another I could jump on them to get to the roof. I quickly ran and jumped up before the two soldiers could get a hold of me.
I ran on the roof for a bit before I thought I had lost their tale and jumped down only to see more after were after me. I wasn’t paying attention to what was I front of me causing me to run into something hard. I looked up to see it was the soldier I had no clue what gender they were.
“How did you get in front of me?” I asked. Genuinely curious. They ignored my question and said “Hey my names Hanji, if your good maybe you can join the survey corps.” As I heard them talk I realized the gender mystery soldier was indeed a woman.
“O-oh. Who said I wanted to be apart of your group?” my voice wavered a bit at first but then got stronger as I went. I wouldn’t show my weakness to her.
“Of course you would. It’s so much better then down here!” She then went to a man with blond hair and big eyebrows, not waiting for me to reply. This Hanji then asked him if it was okay for me to join. I listened to her speak to him and discovered he was the commander of the group and his name was Erwin. They both looked at me and after a minuet he nodded his head. I knew they wouldn’t let me go back to my normal life in the underground and it scared me to think I wasn’t going back. I was going up their and sure the underground was scary, but going up there was scary too. They then walked me up the steps as I protested trying to go back, but when I saw the blue skies for the first time I stopped all movement completely. All my life I had been underground missing this beautiful sight and man did it look amazing. There was no way I was going back.

2 weeks later

They trained me in two weeks and I was ready. My self teaching had come in handy. I was put in Hanji’s squad and we ended up being really good friends. Both of us were heading to the training grounds as usual. We never missed a day of training, unless there were Titan discoveries to be made. We were I training when someone interrupted us.
“You have a terrible kick,” a man said. I couldn’t help but think his voice sounded like Levi’s, but I was probably hallucinating again. “How am I supposed to kick then. Please do show me.” I said snarkily.
“Ok I will. Eren get over here!” He yelled as i finally looked up to see the voice WAS from the man that left me years ago. Tears formed in my eyes as Hanji stopped and looked at me “(y/n) are you ok!?”
I ignored her as I slowly walked up to Levi. I tapped his shoulder and waited for him to turn his head. When he did, his grey eyes made contact with mine and I saw them grow wide. That’s when I punched him square In the face. The punch must’ve been pretty good because his noes was bleeding and he fell to the ground holding it. He looked at me before saying. “(Y/n)! When the hell did you learn to punch like that?” He asked, but I wasn’t going to answer any of his questions.
“You left me and never came back! Did I upset you guys! Did you leave because I was a burden, because I couldn’t defend myself or fight? What did I do to you guys that I deserved to be left all by my self?! You know I don’t care to hear your worthless answer. See when you left I vowed to make myself better so I would never burden anyone like I had before. I trained myself to fight, how to steal, how to live on my own. But god damn it! No matter how hard I tried to get you guys out of my head by training, you just wouldn’t leave my mind, and just when I think I’ve forgotten your sorry ass, you come back!” The tears started to fall as I felt Hanji hug me.
“It’s okay.” she softly cooed. I cried into her shoulder when I heard Levi finally talk.
“I didn’t mean to leave that day. We never Kent to leave that day. (Y/n) believe e me when I tell you this , but we were captured by the survey corps. I tried to tell them that I wasn’t going without you, but they wouldn’t let me get you. They thought I would run off. I wouldn’t give up though. They would ask questions and I wouldn’t reply, so they threatened to kill Farlen and Isabel. I had no other option to answer them. They then told me I could join the survey corps. Or not and kill not only Farlen and Isabel but me as well. I couldn’t let them be killed because of me, so I agreed. Then a few years later I had the chance to go back to the underground for a mission. When I got the chance I went to our old house to look and see if you were still there. You were gone so I just walked around. Then when you came in I had no clue what to say to you so I left, but I took the photo with me because I couldn’t deal with not seeing your face anymore. Please forgive me,” levi wasn’t the type to get emotional like he was now. He never let his feelings get the best of him, that’s how I knew he was telling the truth. I slowly walked up to him and hugged him
“It was scary being down there all alone,” I cried into him.
“I know, but I’m here now, and I will never leave you again,” he said before kissing my nose like he always used to do. When he pulled back I cupped his face and kissed him on his lips. Something I had dreamed of doing for so many years. “I love you,” I said still sniffling.
“I love you too,” Levi replied as he whipped my tears away. “And I always will.”

Extra ending
Hanji, Erwin, mike , Levi and I were sitting at the table as I told them stories about the underground.
“Levi, you remember the crazy neighbors we had right?”
“Yeah, I remember them. Why?”
“Well, they stopped by the day after someone was in my house and gave me cookies. Needless to say, I ended up throwing them in the trash because I’m pretty sure they had something in them. Anyway to the point I’m telling you this is because they were going to steal more food that day and when they come back they had a load of bread. It was a whole wagon of the stuff! You, Farlan, and Isabel were the best thrives in the underground and you could never get that much bread. I can’t tell you how confused I was.” We all started to laugh and kept telling stories.

They Ship It

Words: 919
Bruce Banner X Reader
Prompt: “ All our students ship it” Teacher AU
(Prompt via @dailyau & @edge-of-bizarre. Not my gif.)


“Excuse me, Miss [Y/L/N], Do you know what shipping is?” One of your tenth grade students raised her hand. It was the middle of a Wednesday and your class was supposed to be reading Romeo and Juliet. For whatever reason they had all decided that task was beneath them. You didn’t really push the issue since their lessons were a few weeks ahead of schedule anyway.

“Shipping?” You repeated. “You mean like shipping a packages from one place to another?” Several of the students around the class erupted into fits of giggles.

“No,” A boy in the front row gasped through his fits of laughter. “shipping is when a person or group of people want two people to be a couple. Like how Juliet’s dad really wants her to end up married to Paris. You could say Lord Capulet ships them. Their ship name could be Julius.”

“Julius. Juliet and Paris. Like Bradgelina, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.” You nodded to show them that you understood. “Well, thanks for catching me up on this, let’s all turn our attention back to our books alright?”

“The reason why I ask,” The first girl from the back of the class spoke up again. “Is because…most of us in the tenth grade class we had a poll on Facebook. And we decided together that we ship you with Dr. Banner.”

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Title: A Nightmare Come to Fruition
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Genre: Angst. All the angst.
Warnings: None
Request:None this time

Believe it or not, this was inspired by an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. Enjoy!

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We have a plate of fruit that sits in the middle of our small dining table. It’s a clear, glass plate topped with some of my favorite fruit, some of his favorite fruit, and some just for decoration. I take time to carefully organize it every weekend, because those are the days that Bucky takes us to the farmer’s market to replace the rotted ones. A layer of green apples on the bottom, then a layer of lemons, a layer of plums, and finally one strawberry that sits upside down on the top; the same purchase every time. I made this centerpiece new again every weekend, religiously. But right now I can’t seem to remember why. As I’m standing in front of it, it seems so stupid to take my time making something pretty that no one even pays attention to. I take the bowl of fruit and hurl it at Bucky’s face. He throws his hands up to block the colors flying at him, and I feel just the slightest bit satisfied to see red and purple juice running down his arms and the apples bruised on the floor .

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just sits there, letting the fruit stain his skin. “Okay. I deserve that.”

“You’re damn right you do, and so much more.” I’m speaking low and slow, because I know if I get any louder or faster, I’ll just cry.

“(Y/n), please, just let me-”

“No!” I stop him and close my eyes. This man knows how to work me, knows my weaknesses, and I’m not giving him the opportunity to get out of this one. “You don’t get to try and make me forgive you. This- this thing that you did- is the one thing that I told was completely unforgivable… and you did it anyway.” The last part came out breather and whinier than I intended it to.

He was standing now too, walking around the table to me. “It was a dare! It was supposed to be a simple kiss. It’s not like I meant for it to go anywhere! It’s not like I went out that night looking for someone to sleep with!”

My hands flew up to my face, and I just doubled over at the pang in my chest as he was finally explaining to me what the hell was going through his head the day he shattered my heart. I paced the kitchen, face to the to the tile floor. “Oh my god,” I whispered to myself. “You destroyed me over a dare…”

“Now that’s not fair.”

Oh, hell no. I stood still, straightened myself back up, and just stared at him in complete and total disbelief. “Fair? You wanna talk to me about… fair??” My voice was shaking too much now, exposing the show of strength that I tried to put on. I grabbed the stack of paper on the counter and chucked it at him. Not a single sheet hit him; instead they all scattered in different directions, floating in the space between us and then skirting across the floor. “Is it fair that I just wasted three years of my life on someone, only for them to turn their back on me?” My voice grew steadier and louder as I moved around the kitchen to grab anything within arms reach. He didn’t even put up his hands anymore, letting me attack him with words and and anything I could get my hands on. The can opener went flying at him next. “Is it fair that for those three years I went out of my way to make you happy, because I loved nothing more than seeing you happy, and this is how you thank me??” The tears started to burn in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, blinking them back as I snatched up the spice rack. He didn’t even flinch when I threw it at his chest. The bottles flew out of the metal rings that held them and next thing I knew I was avoiding shards of glass on the floor as I paced. “Is it fair that you ruined our future just to have sex with a girl whose name I bet you can’t even remember??” I stood back and examined the green and red and brown powder that littered Bucky’s hair and the floor of our shared apartment. My chest was heaving, a mixture of the aftermath of my yelling and the tearless sobs I was unsuccessfully trying to hold in. I closed my eyes again, and turned to face the microwave instead of him.

I heard him sniffle because of what I assumed was paprika or cayenne pepper in his nose. I felt his hand come to rest on my shoulder, and for a second I let him stay there, almost leaning into it out of habit. Until I remembered that the man I sought comfort from for all those years was not the same man standing behind me today. I jerked my shoulder away from him and rested my hands on the countertop in front of me. I finally let the tears go and the numbers on the microwave grew blurry.

He sighed and threw his hands up, letting them fall back to his sides. I didn’t even have to see him to know that’s what he did. It’s what he always did when he frustrated that something wasnt going his way: a mission, an argument, even a goddamn recipe. You learn someone’s habits like that after three years. “I don’t know what else to say. I said I was sorry, I promised it was just that one time, and I promised I would never do it again.” He paused for a minute. I don’t know if he was waiting for me to interject, or if he was trying to collect himself, or what, but the whole apartment felt tense and unnaturally quiet. “Whatever you want me to say, I’ll say it. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Just please, please don’t end this.” He was crying now too. He was speaking through his teeth. He always did that when he didn’t want me to know he was crying.

I wiped the area under my eyes with the dish rag that hung on the oven door handle. I waited for the involuntary sniffles to get far enough apart so I could be strong about what I said next. I turned back to him and almost broke down again when I took in his appearance. His eyes were red and glossy. His bottom lip was slightly swollen from where he had been chewing on it. His cheeks were flushed. His eyelashes were damp and clumped. His jaw was clenching and unclenching. His hair was messy from running his hands through it over and over again. Not the same man, not the same man, not the same man, I reminded myself. I took a deep, shaky breath and made sure to look him dead in the eye as I spoke. “I would say that we should start seeing other people, but it looks like you took the the liberty of doing that yourself.”

His eyes fell slowly and looked like he wanted to just fall to the floor in tears. He walked over to me and grasped my shoulders tightly in his hands, shaking his head back and forth. He took a deep breath before letting it out as a heart-wrenching sob as he crouched down to the floor at my feet.

I kept myself still as stone, not letting myself move at all for fear that my heart would take over and bring me right down to the floor with him.

“Please, please, please,” he mumbled over and over again. “Please, please, please don’t do this to me. Don’t do this to us.”

“I didn’t do this to us. You did this to us,” I whispered.

He wrapped his arms around my ankles and leaned his head on the spot just below my knees. I could feel warm spots turning cold on my feet as his tears landed on my skin. He began to pepper kisses up and down my shins. I bit my lip and started to shift my legs. “Get off me, Buck.” I cringed a little at the casual use of his nickname. I pushed at his head and tried to step out of his hands. He kept a firm grip where he could and reached out further with every shift of my feet. “Come on James, let go.” I pushed at his shoulders and stumbled out of his arms. “Don’t touch me!” I cried.

He looked at me. Just looked. Maybe he was waiting for me to say something. “Oh my god,” he finally said, “you’re serious.” I nodded. He looked at the floor, looked back at me, then back at the floor.

“You hurt me, James. You hurt me. I never thought you would, is the thing. That’s what makes it hurt even more.”

“I love you so much (y/n), you know that. I tell you every day, all the time, you know it.” He was desperate, he was begging.

“Telling me is different than showing me. You did show me you loved me for a long time. But you showed me that you didn’t care anymore the second your eyes landed on another woman.”

“Come on, please, (y/n). I am so in love with you… it hurts. It hurts like hell. And I know you love me too, you tell me all the time, you show me. That’s hard to find, two people that love each other as much as we do.”

“Obviously not as much as I thought.” I walked past his crumpled form on the floor, past the powder and the paper and the fruit and the table. Past the the pictures of us together on the side tables and in the hallway. Past the grocery bags of fruit I had yet to set up. I walked past the door that we walked through together the day we bought the place, and past the door of the room I imagined would house our first kid. I walked past the phone on the dresser that contained the ‘I had fun the other night ;)’ message that ruined everything, and I shut the door to our my room.

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***Bonus epilogue:***

We decided it would would be best if he stayed with Steve from now on until we could figure out what we wanted to do with the apartment.

That night I got a call from Bucky. My phone sat there on my nightstand buzzing for what felt like an eternity as I watched his squinted eyes and bright smile stare at me from behind the screen. The ‘missed call’ notification replaced his face, and was followed by a voicemail. I sat still for a second, unsure of whether I wanted to hear his voice right now, of whether I wanted to hear his argument without being able to interrupt.

I figured I would never get any rest with the notification just waiting for me, and I would have to open it eventually. I tapped the screen, punched in my password, and held the phone up to my ear.

“You have one unheard message. First unheard message…

“Well, I didn’t exactly expect you to pick up. This is probably better anyway… Listen… I love you. And I will always love you. This doesn’t change that. It just makes it hard for me because I will never get to show that I love you again. I won’t get to kiss you for no reason, or make your favorite pancakes for breakfast, or brush your hair out of your eyes in the morning… but I’ll always be thinking about it. I will never forgive myself for ruining this. You deserve better than what I gave you… Goodbye.”

“End of message. To delete, press 7. To save, press 3, to…”

I brought the phone away from my ear, my face stoic. The screen lit up again with my movement. I took a minute to think before I heard the robotic woman’s voice again.

“Are you still there? To delete, press 7. To save, press 3, to…”

I swallowed. “Goodbye, Bucky.” I tapped the number 7.

Our First Date
TheoxReader

A/N: It’s hard for me to do one where Theo sweet and not evil. I like his cynical side. That’s what makes him, Theo.

Request: can you do a one shot of Theo? But like a sweet Theo. Maybe it’s y/n first date or anniversary or something.

We laid holding each other after a night of romance.

“Happy Three Year Anniversary, babe.” Theo said with his usual smirk.

“Three years.” I recalled. “Remember our first date?” He chuckled sleepily and his eyes fluttered shut. I watched his chest rise and fall, thinking about our beginning.

“Oh my god, we still have an hour and a half left of work.” I groaned as I started bagging up the last of the popcorn.

“Positive thoughts, Y/N. We’ve talked about this.” My co-worker Alisha said. She was wiping down the sticky soda machines.

“Guys! Guys! Oh my god do you know who’s in theater 13?” Megan, another co-worker, came rushing towards us with the broom and dust pan in her hands. She placed them down and hoped over the counter. I could tell this was going to be good. Megan was the gossiping type, but I never minded. It helped the time pass by at our stupid movie theater job. Megan and Alisha weren’t necessarily my best friends, but I saw them the most because we worked and went to school together. Alisha and I looked at each other and laughed.

“Who?” We asked almost in unison.

“Theo Freaking Raekon!” She exclaimed. This was big! Theo was this new kid in school. I’d heard rumor he lived in Beacon Hills a long time ago, but he moved away. Whenever I saw him at school I stared and I wouldn’t even care if he saw me. He was absolutely gorgeous! He had a chiseled jawline, plump lips, beautiful blue eyes(or maybe they were green), and that body.

“Holy shit! I didn’t even see him come in!” I said in a hushed tone.

“I didn’t either. But he’s sitting with Tracy and Cory from Chem.” She informed.

“I thought they died.” Alisha questioned. I nudged her.

“That’s not nice. Obviously they didn’t if they’re sitting a movie with them.”

“They’re movies almost over, so maybe we can gawk at him when he leaves.” Megan said hopefully. We nodded at each other and kept busy. A few minutes later all the late night movies were ending and the entrances were filling with people. We watched the people leave but never saw the trio walk by. Disappointed, we finished cleaning up for the night. I walked over to the doors to lock them when I heard someone shouting from behind me.

“Hold on, you got some stragglers.” It was Megan’s voice and when I turned Theo and his group were feet away from me. I smiled awkwardly and held the door open for them. Tracy, walked past me without even a thank you. I thought I heard her hiss too. Corey nodded, which was better. When Theo walked past, I inhaled silently. Breathing in the sent of his cologne. I’d never been this close to him before. I held on to the door for support, like my legs were going to give out any moment. He looked up lazily and gave me a thank you smile. He was almost past me when he did a double take.

“Hey,” he smiled again. “You’re Y/N? From Pre-Cal right?”

He caught me off guard and I fumbled over my words. “R-right. Hey there.”

Hey there?

Really? One of the hottest guys I ever since standing in front of me and the best I could come up with was hey there. I thought I’d die of embarrassment.

“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have the homework on you? I forgot to write the page numbers down.” He said coolly.

“Uh yeah, I can- well you can come with me- and I’ll write it down.” I was so nervous. We walked back into the theatre together.

“Oh what about your friends?” I reminded him.

“I think they heard me say I was coming in.” I nodded but I didn’t remember them being close enough to hear us. We walked to the side door near the concession stand that led to the employee quarters. I led the way in and Theo followed. I found my bag with ease and pulled out the homework. I found an extra pen and paper to right down the problems and page number too.

“You don’t have to write it down for me?” He laughed.

“Oh, well I already started.”

d“Is this you’re life? School and work?” He asked.

“Pretty much.” I was almost finished.

“So, what do you do when your not working?”

“Netflix?” I chuckled. He chuckled too. “Well maybe we can hang out sometime.” I thought maybe he was saying this because I was writing the homework down for him. I sighed deeply but just nodded in response.

“Well, I mean if you’re not too busy…” He trailed off. I felt bad, maybe he was just being nice or perhaps he was genuine. Either way I thought I’d humor him.

“No! Of course, we can definitely hang out.” I wrote the last numbers down and handed it to him with a smile.

“Okay, cool. So I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.” He said reading over the paper.

“W-what?” I stuttered.

“Oh, I’m going to need your number too.” He pulled out his phone and clicked it a few time before handing it to me. It was on the new contact screen, I entered in my information and handed it back to him.

“Where something nice.” He winked and walked out of the room. My legs were really going to give out now. Was I ? Did he? Alisha and Megan rushed into the employee breakroom. They were both gushing with questions. I couldn’t make out one specifically, and I knew the look on my face wasn’t giving anything away.

“Y/N!” Megan said shaking me firmly. “What happened?” They both looked at me with wide eyes, like little children waiting for candy.

“He asked me out on a date.” I said finally.

The restaurant he’d chosen was quite fancy. The waiters addressed them by sir and ma'am, and spoke very articulately. Theo was a a perfect gentleman, which intimated me. He was so cool and calm. I was so nervous you could probably smell it on me.

“Why are you so nervous?” He asked taking a slip his water. Like he’d read my thoughts.

“I don’t know. We’ve never really talked before and now we’re on a date. It’s kind of crazy.”

“Well I see you all the time at school, reading your books and keeping to yourself.” He responded.

“You…you noticed me?” I gaped.

“Notice? I can’t stop staring at you half the time.” I blushed. We finished our dinner and Theo ordered us desert. Chocolate lava cake! My favorite. As I finished the last bite(told you it was my favorite), Theo leaned forward and squeezed my hand.

“So, ready to go home?” Truthfully, I wasn’t. Theo was such great company, and we hadn’t really gotten to talk much on account of us eating.

“Are you?” He smirked and shook his head. “There’s a park across the street, wanna take a walk?”

I smiled and nodded brightly. The park was beautiful. There had been an event the night before where they strung lights through the trees and some of the shrubbery. They had left them, and they illuminated the place. It was a small square park, with a fountain in the middle. Theo and I walked the small lot for what felt like a hundred times. He told me about his family and being back in Beacon Hills. I caught him up the latest scandals since he’d been away, which was really just Penny Jones getting caught drinking with Cooper Tyler behind the police station.

“Behind the police station?” He repeated as we came upon the fountain again.

“I know,I don’t know what they were thinking.” I laughed, we stopped sit at the fountains ledge.

“You have a beautiful smile, you know?” I felt my cheeks flush and he scooted closer to me, tucking my hair behind my ear. Before retracting his hand he caressed my cheek. I looked into his eyes, they looked blue in the dim lighting, and they peered into mine. Curiosity loomed in the air, his lips inviting hers in. I leaned in, his lips meeting mine half way. I can still remember the feeling of them. Soft but firm. I looked up at my sleeping boyfriend, so peaceful and innocent, and kissed his lips softly. They were just as they’d been that night.

Hurt

Kai Parker X Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where Kai and the reader are together but but someone “gets” into his mind and makes him break up with you to protect you. Like he fakes that he doesn’t love you anymore. That would be really chill. THANK YOU AND I LURVE YOU VERY MUCH

Author’s note: All these Kai imagines, got me missing him more ugh but I love it!

Also I’m gonna be gone for 3 weeks but as soon as I’m back I’m uploading in bulk. I just didn’t want to leave without posting at least one fanfic. Love you guys!

Sorry if I made any mistakes.

Enjoy!

For: justkr

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Carl Grimes Imagine requested by anon:

Hey! I really love your Images. Could you do one where Carl is insecure about his eye and the reader tells him that he’s beautiful anyway and then they kiss or something? 

Warnings: Sligtly bad language (Not really)

Words: 746

Gif: Not mine

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“Carl,” you whined with yet another knock on his door. “Will you let me in!” It wasn’t really a question. It had been nearly a month since it all happened, and you hadn’t seen him since he was unconscious. He had told Rick to tell you to stay away because he didn’t want you to see him like this.

“No, I’m not letting you in!” You felt your heart ache.

“Carl,” you said and your voice cracked. “Please!” You did your very best not to cry. You missed him so much! A whole month without being able to kiss his lips, touch his skin, play with his hair. A whole month with out your reason to smile.

You heard the lock on the door turn and you breathed in shock. You had pleaded everyday since the accident and he was finally letting you in. Hesitating, you opened the door only to be met by his silhouette standing in front of the window. You closed the door behind you and locked it, not wanting anyone to come storming inside.

“You can’t just lock youself in like this!” You said, desperate for him to turn around and look at you. 

“Well, I have!”

“Stop acting like this!” You guess you could say you were mad. Your mind couldn’t figure out what part of him thought locking himself inside from his family was the right decision.

“Like what?” He said sounding like a brat.

“Stop feeling so god damn sorry for yourself!” You said and raised your voice slightly. His body flinched slightly, like he wanted to turn around and face you but he decided against it. 

“I lost my eye, Y/N!” He said. 

“I know! And it’s absolutely awful. It should never have happened. But it did! How can you just lock youself in here?” The tears were welling up in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away.

“Do you know what I look like now?”

“No I don’t, because you won’t let anyone see you!” He didn’t answer. “Carl, there’s people downstairs that love you! I love you! And you just thought they couldn’t stand the sight of you, so you locked yourself in here!”

He finally turned around, but he was still just a silhouette. He came closer and his face became clear. You almost wanted to cry just by the sight of him. 

His hair was almost completely hiding the bandage around his head, covering his eye. 

“Let me see it!” You said and started to reach for the bandage.

“No,” he said and grabbed both your hands in his and pulled his head away. It felt so good you have your hands placed inside of his again. 

“Carl please!” You said. You wanted to cry so bad. He hesitated and let out a sigh. He let go of your hands and you continued to reach for the bandage. Carefully you pulled it over his head. Quickly he turned his head down, so you wouldn’t see. You reached your hand under his chin and lifted his head so he would look at you.

Where his right eye used to be was now just a hole. 

“God, I’m hideous!” He said and turned his attention to the floor

“Where?” You asked calmly.

“What do you mean ‘Where’? Look at me!” 

“I am,” He looked back up and right into your eyes. “All I see,” you said and started to stroke his hair with your right hand while your left hand was placed on his right cheek. “Is the beautiful boy I fell in love with,” you smiled and finally let the tears fall. “Even it this thing messed your face up even more,” you said and he gave a you a little smile.”I’d still love you! You’re looks wouldn’t matter to me.”

“It’s not like you have that many choices!” He gave you and unsure smile.

“Carl, if there was missing one piece in a puzzle with over 1000 pieces, would you miss it?” He didn’t answer, he just remained the eye contact. “You wouldn’t because it would still be a beautiful picture!”

You felt his arms slowly wrap around your waist. “That’s probably the deepst thing I’ve ever heard you say,” he said and you chuckled.

You leaned in slowly. “I missed you so, so, so, so much!” You whispered when your lips were less than an inch apart. And you kissed him. You couldn’t remember the last time you were tis happy.

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A/N

AYE posting two days in a row. I’m really happy with this one tbh, even tho it’s short. As you can see I changed my username and URL! The list of fandoms I write for is here and you can leave requests here

-H

This imagine was requested by anon (a long time ago), I really hope you like it and thank you so much for requesting :).

Summary : The reader (Y/N) is secretly in love with Draco, who is one of her best friends. Draco doesn’t know about these feelings at first but he overhears her talking about it to her friend Hermione.

/written in reader’s pov./

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“You sure you don’t want to join us? Blaise wouldn’t mind me bringing you along..” Draco asked as we walked out of class together with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle walking ahead of us.

“No, It’s fine. I already promised Hermione that I would meet her in the library after school,” I said while looking up at him, “but thanks for the offer though,” I gave him a nervous smile.

“No problem, I’ll see you around Y/N” Draco said before engulfing me in a hug, making my knees a little weak. He pulled away after a few seconds, smiling at me before he walked off with his friends. I couldn’t help but stare at him before he walked out of my sight.

Oh god, I’m getting that weird feeling in my stomach again. The feeling of butterflies..

He always managed to give me that feeling, although I always tried to ignore it for the sake of our friendship. But I can’t walk around with these feelings forever.

I’ve got to tell him, I’m just too afraid to do it.

I finally moved from my spot and walked towards the library to meet up with Hermione. I tried to ignore the feelings and cover it up with a smile before Hermione would notice anything. She has always suspected me having feelings for Draco, but I always told her otherwise. But she’s my best friend for a reason. She can see right through me.

“Y/N?” she called out my name when I got lost in my own thoughts again. I turned my head towards her with my eyebrows raised, “sorry, what were you saying?”

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately..” she trailed off, looking at me with a devilish smile.

“Doing what?” I asked, acting dumbfounded.  “Staring into space,” she said, “come on Y/N, I’m not stupid. Just admit you like him.” She whispered, referring to Draco.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Oh please. I can see the way you look at Draco, It’s more than just a friendship..”

I let out a sigh and stared at my hands resting on the table. For me it was more than just a friendship, but not for him. I can’t deal with these feelings anymore. If I can’t have him as a lover, I can’t have him as a friend. It just hurts too much.

“I don’t know what to do Hermione! I can’t deal with these feelings anymore..” I said while running my fingers through my hair, “I want to tell Draco that I like him, I’m just too afraid of being rejected.”

Hermione reached her hand over the table to hold mine in hers. She stroked the back of my hand with her thumb while giving me a sympathetic smile. “I know what you’re going through. I had to go through the same thing with Ron..” she said softly. “I know,” I gave her a half-hearted smile, “I really appreciate your support.”

“Being in love really sucks. But being in love with your best friend sucks even more..” I said right before someone knocked a stack of books over, making them spread out on the ground. Hermione and I both looked up to see the guy who knocked the books over, and thanks to my luck, it was Draco. We both looked at him with shocked expressions while a slight blush found its way onto his cheeks.

“W-what did you h-hear?” was the only thing I could bring out. Draco stared at me with a hint of regret before speaking up, “I heard enough..” he said, almost whispering.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Hermione said before collecting her stuff and walking off, leaving Draco and I alone. Jeez, thanks for the support.

“W-why were you standing there?” I asked stuttering once Hermione was out of sight, “I thought y-you were with your friends..” I tried to avoid eye contact with him. “I, uh, wasn’t really up for hanging out with them after all, and I decided to take a walk around the castle..” He said in the same tone as before.

“Oh”

I didn’t know what to say to him. I was so embarrassed.

“I’m glad I did though..” He trailed off, “I finally found out that the girl I’ve liked for years shares the same feelings for me.” He said making me look at him in shock for the second time today.

“Wait, what?” I choked out, “you like me?” I questioned while I looked at him in disbelief.

“Wasn’t that obvious already? Y/N, I like you so much it hurts!” He exclaimed while throwing his hands up out of frustration. “I was just too afraid to tell the truth, just like you..”

A smile formed its way onto my lips after hearing those words. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. I walked towards him and threw my arms around his neck to hold him tight, making sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“I think we’ve both overcome a fear today..” Draco smiled at me while his arms found their way around my waist.

“I’m really glad we did” I smiled back at him while leaning in for a kiss we’ve both waited so long for. 

Imagine: You meet him for the first time after your breakup

Walking down the street you were a bundle of nerves, ever since he texted you last night you simply couldn’t get him off your mind. Everything that happened last year was something you had always seen as unforgivable, the question of whether he cheated or not was one you were constantly asked but could never answer because you simply didn’t know the truth.

“Miss, you are here to see Justin yes?” The greeter smiled, you nodded swallowing the lump in your throat at the mention of his name. Every step he took taking you deeper into the restaurant added onto the pile of nervousness and stress you were feeling until finally, you saw him.

“Is the wine Mr. Bieber picked alright for you miss?” The waiter asked as you stood there staring at the man you had once loved with everything in you who was now sitting in front of you “Um yea- wine is um good.” You muttered shaking yourself from your trance.

Sitting down his eyes never left yours, finally you looked up meeting his gaze “Hi.” The word fumbled from your mouth as awkward as it could, he reached back and scratched his neck “Hey, I’m um- glad you came.” His awkward level was higher than yours and you couldn’t help but giggle “God we sound like highschoolers.” You laughed lightening the mood, a smile stretched across his face as a chuckled rumbled through his chest.

“So how have you been?” He asked with a hint of caution laced in his tone, taking a sip of your wine you shrugged “Um, alright I suppose, I see you’ve been doing well.” You mustered a small smile glancing up at him, sighing he leaned back in his seat slightly “I’d be doing a lot better if I had you.” His words took you by surprise, looking up at him he simply smiled.

“Is there any chance of there being an us again?” Your eyes drifted around the restaurant, finally you managed to look into his eyes “I don’t know Justin, I really don’t.” You admitted truthfully, sure you missed him but after everything that happened last year you didn’t know if it was possible to ever look at him the same.

“I want you to know something, all these rumors going around about me cheating on you aren’t true, yea I did hang out with a lot of other women but never did I ever touch them like that and I can promise you that. The biggest thing I regret doing is letting you walk out that day, I regret not chasing after you, I regret not saying I’m sorry when it counted and I regret not letting you know how much I truly love you. I’m not saying I want you to act like nothing ever happen I’m asking you to forgive me and try with me again, even if I don’t deserve it.”

Looking up at him you wiped a few stray tears “I’m willing to give it a try Justin, I miss you and what we had and I can see that you’re a different person.”

“That’s all I want babygirl, that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

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Imagine cheating on Jared

I watch him get up from the bed, his messy hair in every direction, and his body showing clear signs of scratches in the back. When he turns around to watch me, all I can give him is a smile, leaning forward to get him back to bed.

“It’s late” He mutters against my lips, a smile pasted on his face, “Lover boy will be waiting”

“Shut up, don’t talk about Jared”

Charlie pulls away, laying his back on the bed, his eyes narrowed to the ceiling.

“It’s late” I repeat his words, “I better leave”

It takes me a matter of minutes to be ready to leave Charlie’s apartment. He’s also ready, and waiting for me in the kitchen, two cups of coffee waiting on the table.

“I’m late for the airport” I say in a hurry, sipping the coffee just before leaving a quick kiss on his lips, “I’ll call you whenever I’m free”

I hear a distant “Have fun”, before leaving the apartment.

As always, my car awaits for me parked a few blocks away from the apartment. I check my make up in the rear-view mirror and the same look of guilt pierce me through my reflection. I’m able to hold my own reproachful gaze for a couple of seconds, but I have to look away when I start to notice how much I hate myself every time I left Charlie’s apartment.

I hate myself, but only after I have trampled my relationship. Not before, when I’m still able to say no.

The clock on my car announces that it is past ten in the morning, and I’m already late to pick Jared at the airport. I drive like crazy through the crowded streets of LA, hoping that by some usual miracle, Jared’s airplane is delayed.

Weirdly enough, I find a free spot in the airport’s parking lot. I park the car and run inside the building. I notice the people looking at me, probably thinking that I’m about loose my flight, no running to pick someone up.

I get to the gate just in time to see Jared coming out with his suitcase, and the rest of the guys behind him. A smile takes over his face when he acknowledges I’m waiting for him, hurrying up in order to get to me.

“Hey” He says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Good to see you” I mutter, sunken onto his chest.

The rest of the guys get closer to us, and I get to say hello to all of them. The smile on Jared’s lips is a constant reminder of what I’ve been doing and how he has no idea what I’ve been up to this last two months.

After we part from the guys, Jared and I head up to my car.

“Do you want to get something to eat before we go home?” I ask him, as we enter the car.

“I don’t know, I ate in the plane, but if you are hungry…”

“I’m ok” I interrupt him, a hint of a smile on my lips, “You must be tired”

“A bit” He shrugs, as I start the car, “It wasn’t as tiring as other tours, we got a lot more free time between cities”

I hear all about his tour and how wonderful everything turned up. I smile, and look amazed at every new thing he describes, trying to look as normal as possible. This is the first time I get to see Jared after my nightly encounters with Charlie started two months ago, and my head is torn apart. I’m lost, ashamed… guilty.

Once we are finally home, Jared runs upstairs to get some sleep and I stay in the living room in order to get some work done.

“Hey, babe”

I open my eyes, realizing that I ended up falling asleep on the couch. Jared is sitting on the coffee table, his permanent smile on his lips.

“Hey” I mutter, still asleep.

“Brandon called, he’s throwing a small party at his house” Jared informs me, “You wanna go?”

“Do you wanna go?” I ask him, straightening on the couch, “You look tired, don’t you wanna stay and rest?”

“Yeah, but I also really want to go, I haven’t seen him since long before tour started”

“Ok, let me get dressed”

I head upstairs to get a shower and choose something nice to use for the night. Jared gets in the room when I’m in the middle of the dress picking process, and I feel his hands holding my hips from behind.

“We still got time” He whispers on my ear.

“Not if we want to at least show up” I laugh, turning around to cup his face, “We have all the time in the world when we come back home”

“Whatever…” He mumbles, pulling away from me, but I reach for his hand to pull him close to me and kiss him on the lips, “I love you”

“I love you too” I mutter, feeling my heart ache.

Jared changes his clothes too, and in a matter of minutes we are on his car. Jared looks happy, giving me quick looks from time to time. His hand holds mine all the time, caressing my palm with his thumb. I just look at him, considering when would be a good time to confess. I love him too much to keep hiding what I’ve done.

We arrive noticing a couple of cards already parked outside the house. Jared parks the car and helps me out. Our hands are still holding each other as we approach the door. Brandon appears after a few seconds, and we receive bear hugs from one of Jared oldest friend.

“Come on, everybody is on the back”

The backyard is occupied by at least a dozen of Brandon’s friends. Everybody greets us as we walk towards Shannon.

“Tomo didn’t want to come?” I ask him, leaving Jared and Brandon talk by our side.

“He wanted, but he had already planned going out to have dinner with Vicki” Shannon shrugs, sipping his beer before speaking again, “I thought you two weren’t coming either”

“Jared wanted to come, he misses Brandon”

“Is everything alright?”

Shannon’s eyes inspect my face deeply. I know I look nervous, I’ve been nervous since my first night as a goddamn cheater. But I just suck it up, and provide the best smile I can.

“Great” I mutter, but Shannon looks unconvinced.

“Here you are!” Baelyn, Brandon’s girlfriend, appears out of nowhere, hugging his boyfriend from the back, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you”

“I was just talking with the Leto’s” Brandon says, turning to face his girlfriend.

Baelyn’s eyes focus on us three. I’m not a Leto, but I’ve been in their lives long enough to be considered part of the family. But here eyes are looking at me surprised, and it clearly ain’t for Brandon’s use of words.

I hear her whisper my name, and my eyes wide immediately.

“I didn’t thought you were coming” She says, not taking her eyes from my afraid gaze, “Are you two alright?”

“Of course we are alright” Jared laughs, holding me by the waist, “Why wouldn’t we?”

“I don’t know, I had the thought that maybe you two weren’t together anymore” She mutters.

She knows. Oh, God, she knows.

The three men look at her confused, but I know the fear on my eyes has become more evident. She whispers my name again, and I don’t have to think it too much to notice that she’s trying to make me talk.

“How’s Charlie, by the way?” She finally asks, “I tried to greet you two the other day at the cafeteria near his apartment, but you two looked kinda busy”

Jared’s body stiffens by my side, his eyes narrowing as he digests Baelyn’s words.

“Baelyn” Brandon shuts her, holding her arm tightly, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Jared is my friend too” She says, baring her teeth, “He has the right to know”

“But not like this!”

Jared lets go of my waist, starting to walk away towards the house. I look at the couple in front of me, discussing a topic that shouldn’t be discussed by anyone else other than Jared and me. Shannon is still by my side, looking at them discuss.

“What the fuck did you do?” I turn to face him, his eyes show me all the anger his body is hiding.

Realization finally hits me. I cheated on Jared. He knows. I have to talk to him. Now.

I ignore his question, starting to follow Jared’s footsteps. I’m afraid he’s left the party already, but a part of me wants him to go and leave the piece of trash that claimed to be his girlfriend. I look through the front window, his car is still parked outside, so he must be inside the house.

It ain’t that hard to find him. Jared is sitting in the middle of Brandon’s art studio looking at one of his pieces. The art of two girls resting their foreheads on the other, wrapping their hands on their necks, not even looking at each other at the eyes, feels too inappropriate for this moment. The title “Eye to Eye” hangs below it.

I take a step forward, sitting next to Jared on the small bench. Now that we are close together, I can notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, the heavy breathing on his chest, his shoulders trembling.

“Jared” I mutter, “I was going to tell you”

He stays quiet and I wait for a comment, an insult, anything.

“When?” He finally asks.

“I don’t know, I was thinking about it on our way here” I confess, “You really don’t know how sorry I am for doing this. How much I hate myself for not being able to stop”

Jared suddenly turns to face me, his eyes red due to the tears, “How long?” He asks me, ignoring my comment.

“A week after you left” I mutter.

“Two months” He whispers, avoiding my eyes.

Jared stands from the bench, getting closer to the hanging piece.

“I want you to go home and pick all of your stuff” He mutters, with a gravelly tone of voice, “I don’t want you there”

“Jared…”

“I don’t want to see you ever again” He continues, “Now, go”

I stand from the bench, walking towards him. His back is as trembly as his shoulders. I want to rest my hands on his shoulders, turn him so I can face him. So he can say the same to my face.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why?” I whisper.

Jared finally turns to face me. The tears haven’t stop running through his cheeks, and the look of anger that I receive pierces my heart.

“Why would I do that? I know what you are going to say”

“No, you don’t” I protest, reaching his face, cupping it with trembly hands, “You deserve and explanation”

“I do, but I already know it” His hands reach mine, taking them away from his face, “You are going to say you were feeling lonely, that he was there when I wasn’t. Then you are going to promise me that it will never happen again, that you love me”

Shit. He did know it.

“”But Jared…”

“You already broke this relationship, there’s no turn back. Now go, I really don’t want to see you”

He turns again, giving me his back. Part of me wants to stay, beg him to listen to me, beg for forgiveness. But I know I don’t deserve it. Because what I did, was unforgivable.And if I were on his shoes, I would probably asking him the same. That’s why the more rational part of me forces me to back away and leave the house, leaving behind who I thought was the love of my life, my friends and everyone who was a part of me for the past years.


Imagine cheating on Jared | Part Two

Imagine: Both Bucky and Steve liking you and fighting for your attention (Part One)

You had started working around the SSR with Peggy. She was wonderful to hang out with and you usually found yourself getting swept into small adventures with her whenever she would drag around for her errands. One day you had been running for coffee and when you returned, two men were speaking with Peggy, both giving her longing looks.

You handed Peggy her coffee and stood beside her, much like an assistant or a lackey but you didn’t really mind because it kept you busy. Smiling at them politely you arched an eyebrow at Peggy, asking for an explanation as to why Captain Ameirca was standing in front of you.

“Oh, yes. Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, this is Y/n. They’ve been working with me for a while now and it completely slipped my mind to introduce you,” Peggy said in her soft voice, tilting her head up and smiling at you. That was her way of encouraging you to speak so you did.

“Hello…I would introduce myself but Peggy covered that portion of my introduction so I think its safe to not repeat her.” You sipped on your coffee and gave them another smile. It was unnerving how they kept looking at each other and then at you, like they were talking about you through brainwaves.

The dark haired one offered his hand first, smiling charmingly. “James Buchanan Barnes. People who like me tend to call me Bucky.”

The blond one shot a look at Bucky and then offered you his hand. “Steve Rogers, ma’am.”

“Don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old,” you replied with a slight grin, finishing off your coffee with a final head tilt. You threw the cup out and picked up the folders you were supposed to be organizing. “So am I working alone or…?”

Peggy nudged Steve and Bucky forward. “Accompany her today, alright? She needs the socialization.”

You glared at Peggy. “They didn’t need to know that.”

“Yes but you did.” She winked and turned, leaving the room to go handle her own business.

You sighed and gave the boys a smile, handing both of them a pile of papers. “We’re going to the park because that where I like to think and work, is that alright with you two military boys?”

They nodded in unison and stayed quiet as you lead them outside. You managed to squeeze into a car and make it to the park where you settled on a patch of grass. The wind was barely there so you didn’t have to worry about papers blowing away as you took the paper from the guys and went to work.

They managed a whole five minutes without interrupting you, Bucky jumping in and asking, “So where are you from?”

You closed your eyes and reminded yourself that it was just for the day and you could catch up on it when you got home that evening. “It’s just records for the war. People we’ve lost, information we’ve received and have proven,” you explained in a soft voice. You were a patient person but not when it came to work.

He nodded, genuinely interested. “Whoa, so you know all the secrets?”

“Most of them, yes. Peggy knows all the secrets and she refuses to spill the beans so I’ve learnt not to ask. But if either of you could learn something cool from her and tell me I would be eternally grateful.”