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Everything comes from me. From the set list to every song to what I write about to how I want my record to sound, I’m one hundred percent involved in it. It’s scary and it’s exciting and I feel like I owe that to myself but also to my fans. When people send me letters and they say that my music has touched them or made them feel a certain type of way, that makes me really happy. I want people to know that we all go through the same things in one way or another. It makes me feel like I’m in the right place and I’m doing what I should be doing.

Tom Holland Imagine: Interview

Summary: You’re being interviewed and have mentioned in the past that you have a crush on Tom Holland. He surprises you in air and asks you out.

A/N: so this is based on something that actually happened to poor sweet little Bea Miller with Luke Hemmings where Luke surprised her on air when she had mentioned in the past that she had a crush on him😂😂 enjoy!

Warnings: None


“So, we’re on air with Y/N L/N and she just sang a cover of Sam Smith’s "Stay With Me”. So Y/N, what first inspired you to become a singer?“

"Well, I’ve always loved singing and one day there were some painters painting our bathroom and I was singing Cinderella by the Cheetah Girls and one of the painters thought that I was the radio and after that I just became very passionate about singing and wanted to peruse it. I was very lucky to be given such supporting parents that allowed me to follow my dreams.”

“Well, thank you Mrs. And Mr. L/N! I love your music. And I heard recently that you’re quite the marvel fan! Any crushes on the cast?”

“Yes! I love marvel. And I do have my eye on one marvel actor…”

“C'mon, spill, Y/N, who is it!?”

“I’ve already spilled it! I’ve been saying for the past couple months that I’ve had my eye on that new Spider-Man, Tom Holland. He’s VERY cute.”

“Tom Holland!?”

“Yes, he’s sooooo cute! I’ve never really cared for Spider-Man until him. He’s just amazing for the role.”

“He is amazing. What would you do if you ever met him?”

“Uhhh would it be weird if I asked him to marry me? Haha”

“Well let’s ask him. Tom, would you be weirded out if Y/N asked you to marry her?”

I paused before I heard a British accent speak through the phone.

“I would be honored if she asked me to marry her! I’m quite the fan of hers.”

“Well, Tom, I just have one request, wait till you’re older!”

“Haha, well of course!”

I sat there waiting for the interviewer to tell me this was fake.

“Well, Y/N, you have your answer!”

“…That’s a joke, right?”

“No, that’s really Tom Holland!”

“No, that’s a joke! That has to be a joke! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed!”

“No, it’s really him! Go ahead and ask him any question!”

“No, because then I’m gonna look like an idiot because that’s not really him!”

“Not it’s really Tom! Tom, say something to prove that it’s you!”

I heard a laugh before “Tom” finally spoke again.

“I don’t know what to say, I’ve never really had to prove myself before.”

“Well, how about you just ask Y/N what you wanted to ask her.”

“Yes, of course! Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the Spider-Man: Homecoming premiere in LA next week.”

“What!? This is a joke! This isn’t Tom! This isn’t happening!”

“Love, it’s really me! I would love for you to accompany me! I have to go now, but have Ryan give you my number before you leave and you can call me and we’ll set everything up! Goodbye, everyone! I can’t wait for you guys to see the film in theaters worldwide on July 7th!”

Then the line went dead.

“That was fake, right?”

“No that was really Tom Holland.”

“OH MY GOD! I hate you! That was so embarrassing!”

“Well, now you have a date with him!”

“I can’t believe that just happened! Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed! Wow, it’s really a good thing that I said he was hot cause like it would’ve been really awkward if I was just like ‘God I hate Tom Holland he’s the worst spider-man ever’ and then he was just like 'uhh… hey…’”

“Hahaha! That would’ve been so funny! Well, for all you people just now tuning in, we’ve just set Tom Holland and Y/N L/N up on a date for next week. Well, Y/N, it’s been a real pleasure to have you with us today! We’ll have to get you back soon so you can tell us all about your date!”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to spill the details to anyone else!”

And with that the interview ended. Before I left, Ryan made sure to give me a piece of paper with Tom’s number written on it.

—Time Skip—

“Alright, Y/N, Tom’s going to meet you at the premiere at the front of the red carpet. He should be there before you so just go meet him there.”

“Okay, Lindsay. Thank you!”

I hung up the phone with my manager before I got inside the black car waiting outside to drive me to the premiere.

I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor of the car as I waited for it to pull up to the premiere. Not only was I FINALLY going to be seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming, but my celebrity crush was my date to the event!

After what felt like hours, the car pulled to a stop. A man in a black suit opened the door and helped me out. I thanked him and then walked to the entrance to the red carpet where Tom was standing, fidgeting nervously with his tie.

His eyes finally landed on me and smile lit up on his face.

“Told you it was me.” He said as he held his hand out to me.

I laughed as I shook his hand.

“Sorry for being really awkward, I was just caught off guard…”

Tom laughed.

“You’re fine. It was actually really cute and flattering. And hey, maybe if everything goes well tonight I really will take you up on your proposal.”

I elbowed Tom in the gut as he laughed at my red face.

“Shut up!”

Tom finally stopped laughing and guided me out onto the red carpet.

Cameras were flashing and people were yelling our names as they noticed our arrival. Tom’s hand laid on my lower back as we smiled and chatted as paparazzi took our picture.

After a few minutes of picture taking, Tom and I walked away to the interview section.

“I’m gonna skip this part and go get a drink. I’ll meet you when you’re done, okay?” I said to him.

Tom smiled down at me.

“Sounds good, love.” He said as he kissed my forehead.

I watched as Tom walked up to where Jacob was standing and began to interrupt their interview.

I smiled and walked into the lobby of the theater.

I grabbed a water bottle off the table and pulled my phone out and began to reply to a few texts when I felt a hand tap my shoulder.

I turned around to face a boy around my age standing there. He was slightly taller than Tom and had bright blue eyes and blonde hair.

“Hello! I’m Harrison, Tom’s best friend!”

“Oh, hello! I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know. Tom hasn’t shut up about this date all week.”


“Yeah! He dragged me to TONS of stores trying to find the best outfit and wouldn’t stop nagging me about whether or not he looked good enough for you.”

I blushed at Harrison’s confession.

“Alright, Haz, that’s enough.” Tom interrupted before Harrison could go on.

I turned to face him and saw that a slight shade of pink on his once pale cheeks.

Harrison laughed before walking away to where Zendaya and Laura stood across the lobby.

“Sorry about him, love. He sometimes doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.”

“It’s fine. He’s seems really sweet.”

“Yeah, as much of a pain in the ass he is, he’s the best friend I could ever ask for.”

I smiled at Tom before he lead me into the theater. Tom greeted some of his friends and cast mates before taking a seat between Harrison and I.

As the movie ended, I noticed how nervous Tom seemed as he look around at everyone’s reactions.

“Tom, the movie was absolutely incredible!” I said to him as I squeezed his hand.

Tom looked over at me with a look of relief.

“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.”

“Of course, Tom. I loved every second of it.”

Tom couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

“Y/N, do you think maybe we could go out tomorrow? Like, on a real date?”

“I would like nothing more.”

—5 Years Later—

“Y/N! How have you been?!”

“I’ve been outstanding, Ryan!”

“So, I have to know what you wanted to share! Once you called in, I couldn’t wait to get you on air again.”

“Well, Ryan. As you and most of your viewers probably know, Tom and I have been dating for 5 years as of yesterday. And since Tom and I met on your show, I thought it be best if I shared the news on here first. On April 14, 2023, Tom and I will be getting married!” I said as I held my finger up showing the ring Tom had given me last night.

“Oh my god! You and Tom are getting married!?”

I nodded.

“He proposed last night on our anniversary. I called first thing this morning and demanded to be put on air to make the announcement!”

“That’s so amazing, Y/N! I hope I’m invited to the wedding!”

“Well of course! How could we not invite the person who started it all?!”

“Wow, thank you so much for sharing the news with us first! Now I’m sure you have a lot of planning to do so I’m going to let you go. I hope you have the best time planning your wedding!”

“Thank you, Ryan!”

And with that, you were out of the studio and on your way home to your future husband.

So, I really enjoyed writing this part, even if I didn’t know how to end it. If you want a soundtrack for this one, check out ‘Don’t Be Shy’ by Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam). Play it towards the end. Thank you @sxnali for the request, @marveliskindacool for beta-reading, and @thegirlwiththeimpala for the compliment regarding the last chapter. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Almost a Mistake is really cute so far, I love the twist at the beginning! Can’t wait for part 2!!!

I love soul mate aus and I love the new story!! 💕

‘Almost a Mistake’ (Part 2)

Part 1

“(Y/n)!” Steve yelled as he followed you down the corridor. “(Y/n), wait!”

Wanda had held nothing back as she explained everything that had happened from Pietro’s thoughts. Unfortunately, that included divulging the information that you’d looked at your Ink a long time ago. The embarrassment, and guilt set your feet in your motion, swinging your coat over your shoulder as you left. Steve had also wasted no time in following you.

“Would you just stop so we can talk about this?”
“And do what, Steve?” you snapped. “There is nothing to talk about. This is why I had the ribbon in the first place, so I could have control over my life.”
“It’s not my fault you looked at your ink so don’t punish me for it.”

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‘Her” - Evgeni Malkin

Requested - Yessss indeed wonderful idea i loved it!

Warnings - Cheating so scandalous

I stared at the television as he had her on his arm being interviewed for the first time of the night. They had just won the Stanley Cup for the second time in a row. Yet he claimed he loved you, he was still appearing with her. It always broke your heart to see him with someone else, and lying about it to the world. It was a few hours after everything ended until you have a small knock on your door.

Walking to your door you look through the peephole and a smile writes across your face. Unlocking the door opening it you jump right into his arms giving him a congratulatory kiss.

“I’m so proud of you.” You whispered into his ear wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him in for another kiss. He gripped you tight giving you kisses behind your ears and on your neck. “You know I love you right?”

He set you down and looked at you with a perplexed look. You turn on your heels and walk to the couch sitting on the end waiting for him to join you. Walking over to you the look still hasn’t changed from his face but he sat next to you.

“Of course, I love you too Y/N.” He leaned back in the sofa. “Why do you ask?”

“Her.” Your face fell to the floor and he instantly knew who you’re talking about. “You’re still with her.”

“Y/N I love you, with all my heart. I will alw-“  He tried to explain himself before you interrupted him in midsentence.

“Yes, but you’re still with her. How can you love me but be with someone else?” You protested. “How can you love me, but tell her that you love her every day and tell me the same thing?”

“Y/N-“ Geno tried to interject but you wouldn’t let him.

“I cant keep going on with this relationship knowing that one night you’re with me and another your with her. I cant keep telling myself that one day its going to be just me and you and then I look on the television and see her in the spot I want to be in. I cant keep this secret, I cant even tell my parents or my friends, I cant go in public and kiss the man I love.” You started to cry as he stared at you blankly not knowing what to say. “I cannot play this game anymore. I love you Evgeni.”

You get up from your seat and go to the front door. Opening it and standing inside gesturing for him to leave.

“You want me to go?” He questioned getting up from the sofa. You nodded your head and he obliged. “This was supposed to be a good night..”

“Congratulations on your win, I hope you succeed in your future endeavors.” He leaned down to kiss you but you quickly moved not letting him make a move on you. You heard him scoff as he left letting you close the door.

This time the tears wouldn’t stop. Your face was being stained red from the frustration and the cries coming from your body. You ran to your room crawling onto your bed soaking your pillow. Knowing you will never be with him again. He would never choose you over her. He would be risking to much to be with you.

As the night passed you fell asleep in your clothes that you had worn the whole day. Somewhere in the night you felt the bed go down slightly. You never opened your eyes to exhausted from the crying and the drama that took place.

The sun shined through the curtains and you felt a pressure around your waist. Looking down you see a familiar arm. Sighing to yourself you reach for your phone. Thousands of messages and notifications from all social media. Opening Instagram you see @E.MALKIN71GENO  tagged you in a post. Your heart began racing as you open the picture. It was a picture of you sleeping and him next to you last night. You scrolled down to the caption and it read ‘I choose you @Y/User/N’ Wanting to look at the comments you noticed they were off so nobody had a say in what his choice was.

Looking over at him made you heart flutter, you wanted to cry happy tears but you were all cried out from last night. You nuzzle yourself into him and he squeezed you tighter as he slept.

Imagine Chris taking you around your new home.

A/N: Part 5 is here, y'all. I have to admit, even I got a little choked up writing this. 😅 I might have a wedding for you guys, but we’ll see. Enjoy 💕 (Read Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4)

You stood in the front yard of your dream house with the man of your dreams; the smile on your face was yet to be wiped off. Chris smiled seeing how happy you were and silently commended himself on such a wonderful job. He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. “What do you think?” He spoke softly into your hair. “Do you like it?” You turned around in his arms and chuckled when you caught his gaze. “What?” He raised a brow as he dropped his arms.

“You’re insane, you know that?” You quizzed rhetorically, caressing his bearded face with one hand. He chuckled, turning so he could kiss your palm. “I mean-” you dropped your hand and glanced back at the house before turning back to Chris. “You are literally the perfect man.” He laughed. “This whole day has been unreal. You see things like this in the movies, you don’t ever expect…” You trailed off, your hand reaching to touch the small plane pendant resting between your collarbone; Chris smiled. “Who does this in real life?”

“Me,” he smiled and slipped his hand into yours, entwining your fingers. “And it’s not over yet.” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “Yes, I can do this all day.” He smirked when he quoted Captain America’s famous line. “C'mon,” he tugged on your hand and pulled you with him towards the house. “There’s a lot I want to show you.”

“Your letter said you were going to drop to your knee upon seeing me.” You reminded him teasingly, playfully poking his side. “It’s been ten minutes and my finger’s still pretty bare,” you said and he chuckled when you wiggled your left hand for him to see.

“Looks like someone is eager to be my fiancée,” he teased and you rolled your eyes with a smile. “Relax, okay? You’ll definitely have a ring on your finger before the end of the day, I just want to show you around the house first. Do you have your key?” He asked when you reached the front door.

“Of course I do,” you pulled out the key your dad has passed to you earlier. “The keychain was a very nice touch, Captain,” you complimented as you poked the key into the keyhole. You knew it was his way of reminding you how the two of you met.

“I thought so too.”

The door opened and the two of you stepped in; an immediate feeling of home was felt. Chris watched you as your eyes scanned the vicinity, smiling when you smiled. Upon entering the two story stonewall house, a long hallway greeted you; its plain white walls were decorated with photo frames filled with years and years of memories. On your left was the staircase leading upstairs to your three bedrooms and two bathrooms; on your right was the archway entrance to your cozy living room; and straight ahead, you’d find your kitchen/dining area with the breakfast bar, marble benches, and sun nook you’ve always wanted.

“Oh my God,” you breathed as your eyes welled with tears. “Chris-” you turned to him and he chuckled, wrapping you into a hug. “I love you,” you told him, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re amazing and this house is amazing and-” You tried hard to hold back your tears. “I’m so lucky,” you mumbled into his chest.

“So am I,” he kissed the top of your head. “Think you can hold it together until we finish the tour?” He asked, looking down at you as you looked up at him. “You’re more than welcomed to cry when I propose ‘cause I’m going to and I’d like the company.”

“Okay,” you chuckled softly.

He took your hand and showed you around downstairs first. The entire place was fully furnished with all your favorite designers: Kathy Kuo, Vivian Durant, APT2B, Global. The color schemes included all your favorites; Tiffany&Co teal being the most repeated color. The walls held frames that contained- not only photographs, certificates, and awards- but watercolors, prints, and quotes from your favorite Disney movies.

In the living room was a huge flatscreen with surround sound, though you loved watching TV- you knew that was more for Chris and his football games than you. Above the stone fireplace was an enlarged copy of the photograph you both loved from your first Christmas with Chris in Boston; you were kissing by the Christmas tree under the mistletoe when Scott snapped a candid photo, it encapsulated one of the best Christmases of your life in one shot. You smiled and pecked Chris on the cheek when you saw it; he smiled in response.

The two of you moved onto the kitchen where everything was as you’d always dreamed of. You were an actress by trade but if you weren’t, you would have become a pastry chef. You loved baking and having a kitchen like this was your one lifelong wish. The beige marble benches, the hardwood floor, the breakfast bar, the sun nook- it was as though Chris entered your mind to create what you’d been envisioning since you were fourteen.

“I nailed it, didn’t I?” Chris smiled at your smile.

“You did more than just nail it,” you nodded, smiling at him.

“Over there,” Chris grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you towards the grand piano in the corner of the room, “is where I’ll be when you’re working away in the kitchen. I know you’ve always wanted a live band playing whatever song you wanted, whenever you wanted.” You chuckled softly; the ideas you had as a kid. “As much as I want to hire a band to live with us so you can have that, I don’t think it’s realistic.”

“Neither,” you giggled with a shake of your head.

“That’s where I come in,” he smiled. “We’re lucky ‘cause I can play your two of your favorite instruments. The saxophone is still a work in progress, I’ll-” You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. “What was that for?” He asked when you pulled away.

“Everything,” you smiled. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve someone like you, Chris. With each passing second, you’re becoming more and more perfect. It’s getting to a point that I don’t think I can live up to you. How am I meant to top this? What am I going to do for your next birthday or our next anniversary or Christmas? Nothing I do will ever, ever come close to what you’ve done for me.”

“Are you serious?” He laughed when you nodded. “Y/N, shall I remind you of the amazing things you’ve done for me? When I was filming ‘Before We Go’ and you were on break, you gave up your downtime to come help me in New York pulling all nighters than you didn’t have to pull.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Do you remember when you took me to Disney World for my birthday? I don’t know how but you got the entire park to make it all about me that day, every show we went to- every ride we took, all the cast members and attendants wished me a happy birthday.”

“Well, it wasn’t-”

“You’ve never once missed an award show or premiere of mine, even if you’re working- you ask for time off to fly to wherever it is so you can be with me. You know I get nervous at those things and you don’t want me to be alone, even if that means risking your own career.” You smiled, no longer trying to minimize the importance of your actions because you knew Chris would just cut you off again. “You are always there for me when I need you to be, Y/N. No matter what, no matter when. Even if you can’t be physically there for me, you still make your love and support known. You love me unconditionally and- that is something not many people are capable of. So if you ask me, this is nothing compared to everything you’ve done and everything you do for me.”

“You’re making it really hard to hold it together,” you told him, wiping a tear away with your finger. He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss against your forehead before taking you upstairs to continue with the tour, saying he wanted to leave the backyard for last.

He took you to the master bedroom first where the two of you would sleep. Both the bedroom and the ensuite was simple and elegant, just the way you liked it. He then led you into the walk-in wardrobe with a small area specifically for you to do your hair and makeup. Like everything else, it was beautiful and perfect and tear-jerking because he just knew you all too well. The other two rooms he showed you, a bedroom for Olive and a nursery for your future child, reminded you why you fell in-love with him in the first place; his kindness, sweetness, gentleness, generosity, and paternal instincts. Before him, the only kid you loved was your sister; after him, you could add Ethan, Miles, and Stella to the list. Before him, the thought of being a mom scared you to death; after him, you wanted nothing more than to be the mother of his children.

“It’s perfect, Chris.”

“You should see the backyard,” he said and led you back downstairs.

Chris’ heart started to pound against his chest because the backyard was where everything was set up and where he was meant to propose. He was both nervous and excited because he was about to start a brand new life with the love of his life. He reached into his pocket to check the text that buzzed in his pocket five minutes ago. They were all ready, it was up to him now.

“Wait-” Chris stepped in front of you, stopping you before you moved the curtains blocking the sliding door that led to the backyard. “I just- I need you to close your eyes.” You chuckled and did as you were told, letting him take your hands. “Okay,” he moved the curtain aside and opened the door. “It’s a step here,” he told you and carefully led you. “It’s four steps here.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at everyone; both your friends and families that had flown in specially for the engagement. “Now open,” he said after giving Olive a thumbs up.

The song that you both loved, 'Say You Won’t Let Go’ by James Arthur came on as Chris descended to one knee in front of you. Tears welled in your eyes as you smiled at him before looking around to take in the vicinity. You’d started the day with the sun still bright in the sky and now it was slowly setting in the horizon. Fairy lights and candles lit the backyard up; rose petals scattered on the trimmed lawn; floating lanterns in the pool, all did its part to romanticize the situation. All your friends and families carried a single rose- ready to pass to you to make a bouquet- and a glass of champagne- ready to toast your new engagement.

“There are a million things I can tell you while I’m down on one knee,” Chris began and you returned your teary gaze to him; you tried not to cry at the sight of his glistening blue eyes. “But I don’t think I need to say anymore. You know better than anyone how much I love you and how ready I am to spend the rest of my life with you. So,” he took a deep breath and smiled as he lifted the lid of the box to reveal your ideal engagement ring, “Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

The crowd behind the two of you cheered and clapped as Chris slipped the ring onto your finger. You helped him to his feet and threw your arms around him as you kissed him; he smiled against your lips. You both broke the kiss when fireworks went off, Chris laughed when you shook your head at him. He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned into him, pressing your left hand on his chest. Olive who was grinning happily at both of you, earned a smile from you and a wink from Chris. She gave both of you a thumbs up before running to join Ethan, Miles, and Stella.

“I love you,” Chris whispered into your ear.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you smiled and kissed him again.

Unfaithful : Part Six

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife


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Warnings : language

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Lucille closed the door of her bedroom behind her , and put on her nightgown, then she sat in front of the dressing table. she sighed as she looked at her reflection on the mirror, then she held her comb and brushed her hair.
The door swung open, banging the wall. The loud sound startled her, she turned quickly and placed her hand on her chest , panting.

“What the hell!! Negan, what’s wrong with you!!!??? You scared the shit outta me!!”

“What the fuck are you trying to do!” Negan shouted as he slammed the door shut.

“What do you mea..”

“Y/n!!!!! You’re fucking trying to set her up with Jack???!” Negan growled as he placed his hands on his hips.

“Ah!! That’s what you’re talking about, yeah, I am!!! Besides , why are you so mad Negan, what’s in it to you?!”“ Lucille turned again to the mirror , brushing her golden locks again.

“What’s. ..! What the fuck Lucille, you can’t hook up people like that! Your niece isn’t some fucking thing you can give to people! She’s human! She’s. .. Does she even fucking know? !”

“I am not objectifying my niece , Negan! This is called a blind date! Well I still didn’t tell her, but I first wanted to make sure Jack is interested! I didn’t want her to wait and hope for something that wouldn’t happen, but after tonight, I’m optimistic!! Jack seemed to like her so much, I saw it on his face, it’s just a matter of time till he sweeps her off her feet! ”
Lucille smiled, her smile and words made Negan more pissed.

“Sweep her off her feet? ” He scoffed , shaking his head before he added.
“You don’t fucking know what you’re doing? Jack isn’t a fucking husband material! ”

“And you are?” Lucille stood up and threw the comb on the table, Negan was taken off guard by her words.
“Jack is a good guy, he’s nice, he’s cute , he’s young and kinda rich! He makes the perfect husband material, Negan!! MY niece struggled in her previous only relationship with her jerk ex boyfriend! My sister told me everything! That’s why I called her to come to Virginia, sure, I missed her, but at the same time I wanted her to leave Texas ! Leave what happened to her behind her back and move forward! So I thought maybe if she met Jack, they’ll like each other and start a new life here!”

Negan looked at his wife in disbelief.
“What?? You fucking planned for this!?”

“It’s the best I could do to my niece! And my sister, her mom, knows about it too! What the fuck is your problem Negan!!! My intentions are good! Plus it’s Jack we’re talking about, he’s your cousin! I can’t believe you said he’s not a husband material! ”

“Jack, he’s my cousin and I love him like a brother! But he’s a fucking womanizer!”

“Ha! Look who’s talking! At least he is not married! ” Lucille sneered, shot dagger looks his way, Negan blinked and his facial expressions softened, he was genuinely hurt , what hurt him more was the truth, Lucille was right, he’s a cheating bastard and he cheated on her with her niece!
Lucille knew that her words hit him like a brick, she walked towards and softly held his face between her palms.

“Negan, listen! Everything is going to be ok! You’ll help me set them up! Talk to Jack, figure out what his intentions are. And I’ll talk to y/n about it, maybe this would work after all!! I just want her to be happy, she suffered a lot the past years, her ex used to abuse her! We’ll make sure that won’t happen again, Jack might be a womanizer but he’s nice , maybe if he found the right girl and fell in love, he’ll be a family man!”

Negan ’s heart clenched, he could hear his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn’t stand the idea that you’d be Jack or any other guy’s girl. The fact that you were once abused by some guy made him mad, if he had the chance, he’d kill him!!! The thought of someone else other than him touching you made his blood boil, the fact that he wants you real bad, that he crossed the limits and fucked you behind Lucille ’s back was repulsive to him but he was helpless, he thought it was just about sex! But he knew he wants more than that!!! Lucille was the only obstacle standing in his path to get to you , now Jack is going to be added to the equation! He hated himself, he hated his selfishness but he couldn’t let another man get to you even if it was his best friend and cousin, Jack! If he will never be able to be with you , neither would any other guy!

Negan couldn’t sleep that night, he relentlessly rolled on the bed. He wanted to go to your room, to drag you out of there and run away with you, go to an unknown place where nobody knows the two of you, or to some abandoned island and live the rest of your lives there in peace , making love day and night.
But alas, he knew if he was up to it, you wouldn’t do it, not to Lucille!

The other day, after having your breakfast which was as usual, missed by Negan who apparently overslept, Lucille led you out to the front porch , she sat on her rocking chair, wearing her white robe , while you postioned your self on the handrail of the front steps in front of her.
“Y/n I wanna talk to you about something important! ”

“Sure Lucille! ” you acted normal but deep inside you prayed it has nothing to do with Negan .

“It’s about Jack! I’ll be straight to the point, I think Jack likes you!”

You raised your brows and looked at her confused.
“We.. just met, I mean, we only met once! How come he likes me!?” it’s true that the guy is a golden opportunity that no girl could pass, but your mind was occupied with another.

“You know! He has good first impressions about you!!! He texted me this morning, he wants to know if he can date you! I mean I told him you’re single, but it’s totally up to you sweetie! ”

You blinked and licked your lips, you weren’t sure what to say, you looked down as you played with your fingers.
“I… I don’t know. .. I had a bad relationship before … I ..!”
“I know y/n ! Your mom told me about what happened with that asshole Tom Robinson! I mean what did you expect? his mom is a whore! Anyways, you can’t be stuck in the past sweetie, you gotta live your life and move forward! ”

“I… I know Lucille, but… I. .. I don’t know him, Jack… !” You murmured.

“He’s a very nice guy, I know him for years! He’s good! I wouldn’t encourage you if I knew he’s an asshole! And Negan will keep him in line!” Lucille chuckled. But mentioning Negan upset you somehow! It reminded you of the rough sex he gave you, it made you imagine the awkward situation if you really dated Jack which was unlikely to happen, what if Negan told him about you and what you did, what if the two cousins think you’re one of those college sluts who spread their legs for older guys, what if the two of them want a peice of you, hell , they could ask for a threesome and threaten to tell Lucille if you said no. You felt your breath accelerating, everything was spinning, vomit was stuck on your throat, and your subconscious was drowning in your dark thoughts, till Lucille’s voice brought you back .

“So?! You’re gonna think about it?!”

“Y-yeah… um.. I gotta go to the bathroom! ”

Lucille nodded and you bolted inside the house, you ran upstairs towards the bathroom. Once the door was wide open, You fell on your knees and threw up in the toilet, you made a guttural sound and your tears started flowing, you felt a hand pushing your hair back and another squeezing on your shoulder.

“Are you ok , doll?!” Negan said in a caring and concerned tone.
You wiped some of the vomit off your lips with the back of your hand, you pushed him and got up, you turned the tap on and leaned over the sink washing your face. You could feel Negan’s breath on your neck, you turned around to face him , he was holding a towel and he gently dried your cheeks, lips and forehead, As he softly held your gaze.
“Don’t! Please don’t! ” He whispered.
Your eyes slightly widened in confusion , you didn’t understand what was he talking about.
“Don’t go out with Jack! Don’t date him!!! It’s true he’s a nice guy but please don’t fucking date him!!!” Negan pleaded.
Your eyes scanned every inch of his features, trying to analyze what he just said, he seemed concerned and sad, he seemed sincere , you just couldn’t understand why. Negan nuzzled into your kneck and breathed out.
“That’d fucking kill me! I can’t stand seeing you with another man!” His voice vibrated in agony.

You sighed and gently pushed him back, he glared at you waiting for you to say something. His thumb rubbing your jawline.
“Please y/n talk to me!” He begged.

“I … I .. why do you care?!”

“You know goddamn well why I fucking care!!!”

“Just because we had sex! Doesn’t mean we don’t have different lives!! Yours is with Lucille! Believe me I regret what we did, every second of it!” You whispered as tears whelling up in your eyes.

“I didn’t regret anything! I fucking loved it! Maybe we were too selfish not to think of Lucille! But I enjoyed it, I want more, I want you, doll!” Negan took a step forward, filling the gap between the two of you, pulling you towards him, squeezing on your arms, he leaned closer , you could see his lips twitching, he wanted to kiss you and you almost complied under his touch but you resisted , you just stormed out of there! The only thing that made you feel a little relieved is that you could scratch the theory of Negan blackmailing you and sharing you with his cousin, if he had such intentions , he wouldn’t try to keep you for himself, he wouldn’t beg you not to date Jack. Somehow, you felt warm, Negan does care about you in a way, but things are complicated, the fact he’s your aunt’s husband complicated things. Remembering Lucille made things worse for you.

You went back to the front porch, where Lucille still waiting for you.

“Guess who called while you were in the bathroom? ” Lucille blurted smirking.

“Jack!” You sighed as you tried to compose yourself after your confrontation with Negan.

“It was him, yeah! We’re going out tonight!! ”
She cheerfully chanted before getting up to her feet.

“Uh… I don’t think…!” You mumbled.

“Oh come on girl! Let’s have fun, you’ll get to know him better, maybe you’ll change your mind!” She winked at you then she made puppy face imitating its sound.
“Please, please, please y/n let’s go out and have fun please!”

You submitted and nodded. She clapped her hands cheering, then she hugged you.
“Yeeesssss!!! That’s my girl!!!”

Negan came at your direction, firm expressions all over his face.

“What’s the fucking cheering for?!”

“We are going to the club tonight! You. Me. Y/n and Jack! It’s a double date, yay!!“ Your lips parted , you wanted to say it wouldn’t be a date, but Lucille chuckled as she snaked her arms around Negan’s waist and planted a kiss on his lips, she emitted a low moan. You quickly looked away then you left the porch , while Negan’s eyes watched you disappearing inside the house.

Connecting The Dots

Paring: danisnotonfire x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: none, just a ton of fluff tbh.

Word count: 1121

Enjoy :)

Usually, being with Dan included tons of kisses, touching, tickling, all that cute coupley stuff you see in the movies. However, it’s been different lately. It seems as if Dan is trying to pull himself away from me, and I hate it. I want him to be happy, whether that’s with, or without me, but I need to know where he stands on the matter.

I wake up the next morning, to a cold bed. Dan had already gotten up to start his day, which was not like him at all. Most days, I wake up first, mainly because of the fact he’s up until four am every night on tumblr. I try to brush it off as I begin to start my day, but it sits in the back of my mind, eating away at all of my thoughts. When I enter the kitchen, I see my beloved boyfriend eating his cereal while leaning against the counter.

“Morning,” he mumbled, milk spilling from the side of his mouth.

“Good morning,” I reply, smiling at him, as I grab some frozen waffles out of the freezer. That was the extent of our conversation. After my answer, he had migrated to the living room, leaving me by myself. I told myself it was because he had a lot to do, which I know he does, but deep down it still hurt. Every day it seems to get worse, but he’s yet to move from our bed, or to kick me out, so I assume everything is alright… Kind of.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I looked at it, I saw that Dan had tweeting something about his next video. “Do you want absolutely terrible advice from someone who can’t figure his own life out? Send me an email for the next Internet Support Group video!”

Instantly, I got an idea. I could send him an email from a fake account, and get his advice on the matter. Though, it might not work out, as he probably will be flooded with thousands of emails. I decide to go through with it anyway, and begin to construct the perfect email. With one last proof read, I press the big send button, and hope that everything will work out.


A few days had passed since Dan sent out the tweet, and the days had been exactly the same. The occasional hello, the awkward silence when both of us are in a room together. It isn’t something big, right? I keep trying to assure myself everything is alright, but I just can’t believe it.

“Hey, (Y/N)? I’m gonna film the video now,” Dan told me, setting up the camera in our bedroom. Just like the other Internet Support Group videos, he had gone through all (or most of) the emails, and picked a few of his favorites. He left his door open, thankfully, so I could hear what he recorded.

After recording, and rerecording, his intro a few times, he finally began reading the emails. One was about a girl who was in love with her best friend. Another about a boy who wants to convince his parents to let him get a dog. Then, I heard the familiar writing of the email I had sent just days before.

“This lovely email is from (Y/N), (Y/A), London. It reads, ‘Hey Dan! Recently, my boyfriend, who shall remained unnamed for his sake, has seemed really withdrawled lately. I know he’s busy, as he’s got much to do, but even in his downtime, he spends it away from me, usually on tumblr or playing Mario Kart. We barely even talk anymore. I’m not sure if he wants to break up with me, or if he’s not happy anymore, but it’s worrying me! Help!”

I sat on the couch, waiting for his response to the email, wondering if he would be able to connect the dots or not. After a bit of pondering, he started talking again.

“Well, (Y/N), I wouldn’t say he necessarily wants to break up with you. Maybe it’s just a little stick in the mud, yeah? Try talking to him, get his attention, maybe sit down and kick his arse at Mario Kart next time he plays. There might be something going on in his life that he doesn’t know how to figure out at the moment. I would say try to talk to him before jumping to conclusions, but if he still acts that way after your talk, smother him with a pillow while he sleeps- I mean, whaaaat?”

A chuckle escapes my lips, causing Dan to turn towards me, as I had been watching from the doorway.

“Me? Kick your arse at Mario Kart? That’ll be easy,” I tease, a half smile on my face, praying he makes the connection so I don’t have to explain it. His eyebrows furrow for a second, before he understands what I mean.

“(Y/N)?” Dan whispers, stopping the camera from recording, and making his way over to me. “Oh, love… I didn’t know that’s what you felt like.” His arms wrapped around me, one hand stroking my hair.

“I- I didn’t know any other way to ask you about it,” I swallowed, listening to Dan’s heartbeat.

“Darling, you can always talk to me. Always. I know we haven’t been as intimate as we used to be, but we’ve both got a lot going on right now. How about this. Friday, cancel all your plans. It’s going to be our day,” Dan tells me, pulling my face away from his chest. He looks in my eyes, a small smile on his face, before he kisses my nose. “I love you, (Y/N). So much. Never forget that.”

“I love you too, Dan,” I respond, standing on my tippy toes to kiss him. So there we were, standing in each other’s arms, hugging for what felt like an eternity. And it felt wonderful. It reminded me of the early days, when our friends would always tease us about the amount of physical contact we always had. Dan let go of me, ripping me from my thoughts, before beginning to speak.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Dan called, sitting on his bed, and patting the spot next to him. “I think it’s time we tell the world, yeah?”

“Wha- Dan are you sure? I don’t want you to do this because of what just happened,” I stammer, fiddling with my fingers.

“I’m positive, (Y/N)! Get your cute butt over here, they’ll love you.”

So, I did. I sat down next to my amazing boyfriend, and he pressed record.

“Hello Internet! Today, I’m joined by my wonderful date mate, (Y/N). Say hello, beautiful!”

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.

A Call For Help

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Title: A Call For Help

Pairing: LaSalle x Reader

Word Count: 1,521

Warnings: pew pew, angst, fluff

A/N: This is part two to the fic earlier ( Think Again )! This was a request from @flufy07! I thought it would make a great part two! I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much <3

A year later, you were on your way back home to your place after a hard day at work.  You moved out of your old apartment and into a small house.  After an incident involving your stalking and abusive ex, you decided that you didn’t want to live in your apartment anymore.  LaSalle helped you find a place you were comfortable with.  Thankfully, LaSalle found you one only a few days after it happened.  Even though the two of you were still dating, you didn’t want to burden LaSalle.

You heard your phone ring, but you let it go to voicemail.  You would listen to it when you got home.  You were sure that it was only your mom calling to check up on you.  Ever since the incident, she checked on you a few times a week.

As you pulled your car into the driveway, you unlocked your phone.  You took the keys out of your ignition, getting out of the car as you listened to the voicemail.  It wasn’t a number you recognized.  You stopped dead in your tracks as a familiar voice came through the speaker.  It was your ex, Mike Bowlan.  He was out of jail and hell bent on making you pay for putting him there.

Keep reading

-Part three of Leave (The final addition to the trilogy)-
Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid/Reader)

If you need to catch up, Here’s Leave and Gone.

I also want to thank everyone that sent in requests for this part and gave me feedback on the others. I really do appreciate each and every one of you, and I truly hope you enjoy this final part to the “Leave” Trilogy! Much love! -Lex


     "You used to say I made you feel safe.“ He mumbled, and a small whisper finally escaped me.
     "That is gone.”
     When his hand fell away, and he looked to the ground with wide eyes, as if he had just taken a blow to the stomach, I took my chance to get away. I ran out of the library and to my car, getting in and locking the doors as I sat in the front seat, leaning my head backwards and sighing as tears built in my eyes.

     I knew it had been a lie as soon as the words slipped from my lips. Just at the sight of him, of his long hair and tall frame, his coat and scarf, his warm brown eyes, his hands holding the book as if it was the most fragile thing he had ever touched, everything I saw in him caused me to stop in my tracks as a feeling of comfort overwhelmed all of my senses. It was if I could still feel when he would wrap his arms around me after a long day. When he would mumble that he loved me into my hair as he went to kiss the top of my head. I felt as if I had been away for a while, and I was finally home again.
     But I could not show that. Not with what he had done to me.
     And so, I lied. I wanted to hold him closer than I had ever done before, but I ran. I wanted to talk to him about everything, but I silenced him with one hushed statement. I wanted to laugh with him, but I broke him. But then again, wasn’t that what he had done?
     We had been together for so long, but he ended it so quickly. We had loved, and he called it a lie. We had laughed, but it ended in screams. We had felt so much, but it ended in a blur of numb reaction. We had been so alive, but he stomped the flame to a black, cold, death.
     But even knowing all of this, I loved him. I still do.
     I sighed as I watched the road, headlights speeding by me as I tried to stay focused. My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I got off of my exit and sighed. The intro to “Livin’ On A Prayer” was seeping through the speakers as I pushed the gas petal down, my eyes stopping on the clock. 11:43 P.M.
     “You’re music taste is odd.” Spencer smirked as he looked at me from the passenger’s seat.
     "How so?“ I asked, ready to get defensive as soon as he had said it.
     He smiled, picking up my phone and unlocking it to get to my music list. "Y/n, you have Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra in this playlist, but then you have Beethoven and Chopin, and you scroll two songs down from David Bowie to find AC/DC, Guns-N-Roses, and Five Finger Death Punch.” He started to laugh as I rolled my eyes. “Oh, and I can’t leave out your love for Skrillex.”
     "Shut up Spencer. I like Daft Punk too.“ His laugh became louder when I mumbled this, and I smiled at the sound of it.

     The sound of a horn startled me, and I jumped as I realized I had drifted into the other lane, and an incoming car was relentlessly laying on their horn. My senses were overtaken by the bright white of the headlights as they moved closer and closer with every passing moment. My breath caught in my throat for a moment as my eyes widened.
     I pulled on the steering wheel frantically, barely making it out of the way in time. I pulled onto the side of the road, parking and turning off the radio. I set my head against the steering wheel, shaking as tears built in my eyes. "I can’t do this anymore.” I mumbled to myself, picking up my head and taking a deep breath. I wiped the fallen tears from my cheeks, turning off the radio and putting the car in reverse to turn around.
     When I parked and turned off the car, I sat in the welcoming silence. I bit at the inside of my cheek as I thought about everything that had happened.
     "You have to leave.“
     "I don’t love you!”
     "I want you to go!“
     "He’s gone.”
     "You’re scared of me?“
     "That is gone.”

     Every memory of everything that had happened flooded my mind, but I shook it away as I got out of the car. I walked up to the door, staring at it. The aquamarine color seemed faded, especially in the dark.
     I smiled at the bright color of his front door when I saw it the first time. “I fully blame that door on the previous owners.” Spencer defended himself as we walked up, and he pulled out his keys.
     "I like it.“ I smiled gently as he held the door open for me and I walked in. "It’s a nice color.” He smiled gently, shaking his head as he shut the door and helped me with my jacket, hanging it on a nearby hook.

     I knocked on the door lightly, and a part of me hoped he wouldn’t answer. But, he did. The door opened slowly, and Spencer peeked around it. His eyebrows came together as his tongue darted between his lips and I looked down. I froze as I stared down at the ground, knowing he had seen me. The door opened fully, and he stood in the doorway silently for a moment. “I’m sorry I can go. I don’t know wh-” I went to turn away as I spoke, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him.
     "I’m so sorry Y/n.“ Tears instantly built in my eyes as he looked down at me. "For everything. I didn’t mean a word of it. I have loved you from the very fist time I met you in that library. I love your voice and your laugh and your smile and your music choice and every other thing you do.”
     I didn’t know what to say, but out of instinct, I tried to pull away. “No.” He pulled me to his chest quickly, wrapping his arms around me, one of his hands tangling in my hair and holding my head to his chest. “Please,” he gasped, and his shaking chest and voice told me his was crying as I wrapped my arms tightly around his, clutching onto his vest as if he would disappear if I let go. “Please stay.”

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Promise Ring (Lynn Gunn) (PVRIS)

Word Count: 681


Your girlfriend Lynn Gunn had been rather distant lately. You’d been together for the last six months, and had been on tour with PVRIS. But ever since a round of interviews towards the end of the tour where interviewers started asking Lynn serious questions about our relationship that’s when she started pulling away. Brian and Alex told you not to worry and that Lynn was just stressed with all their recent success.

But for the third day this week Lynn made up an excuse to leave the apartment without you. However today you’d had enough so decide to follow her in your own car. She pulls into a car park and walks into your favourite cafe. Suspicious, you pull up alongside her car and get out.

Standing outside the cafe you can’t believe what you’re seeing. Lynn was sat across from her ex girlfriend looking a little too comfy for your liking. She told you that they didn’t speak anymore but clearly they were still in contact. Lynn laughs at something her ex says and touches her hand. You’d seen enough and left, Lynn would have some explaining to do later.


When I got back to mine and y/n’s shared apartment y/n wasn’t home which was odd. But I didn’t think much of it because it meant I had time alone to make tonight special for my girlfriend. I slid the small box into my pocket as I set about making a romantic dinner to the best of my ability; I needed to show y/n just how much I loved her. Yes I’d been distant with her but I just wanted everything to go perfectly tonight.


After calming down you make your way back to the apartment and see Lynn’s car in the drive. You plan on confronting her as soon as you step foot inside, you deserved answers.


You call out as you shut the front door behind yourself.

“In the dining room babe.”

You scoff as she calls you babe as if nothing was wrong. Then you notice something, candles were lit leading from the front door towards the dining room along with scattered rose petals. You follow the trail and your mouth hits the floor as you take in the dining room.

Candles illuminate the small room and on the table was a beautiful dinner Lynn had obviously put effort into. And talking of your girlfriend Lynn gets up from her chair and kneels down on one knee in front of you holding a small box.

“y/n, I know I’ve been distant and I’m ashamed to say that some of the interviews got to me about our relationship. I love you and wanted to find a special way to show you. I want to spend forever with you y/n, so I’m promising to be yours if you’ll be mine.”

You gasp as she opens the small box and your eyes land on a beautiful silver ring.

“Of course I promise to be yours forever Lynn, but we can’t keep secrets from each other.”

“What do you mean y/n?”

Lynn slides the ring onto your finger before standing up with confusion written on her face. You sigh.

“I got suspicious and followed you, I thought you didn’t talk to your ex anymore.”

You expect Lynn to react and defend her actions, not for her to start laughing before pulling you into a hug.

“She owns a ring shop silly and made the rings because I wanted them to be unique like our love. I’m sorry but I was trying to keep this surprise secret.”

Okay now you feel stupid for jumping to conclusions. Of course Lynn didn’t want you to know her big surprise. You bury you face into her shoulder and laugh.

“I love you Lynn, now let’s enjoy this beautiful meal.”

She cups your chin and kisses you quite passionately before pulling back and smiling.

“Hopefully I don’t give us food poisoning because the nights still young babe.”

She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and you playfully shove your girlfriend and her dirty mind.

Let’s be honest, we are all in love with this gif, because it really looks like Bucky’s so in love with Steve. It has everything we can observe in Sebastian Stan’s love scene : the smile, the eyes, the jaw. Everything.

And I was thinking about this the other day… How come Sebastian played this scene like that ? Well, I thought of something. Remember when Sebastian talked about the filming of The Martian ? He said there were 8 cameras filming, so you never knew when they were filming you. He then said he’d always try to flirt with the other characters to see if the movie makers were going to notice.

But what if Sebastian didn’t only do this on the set of The Martian ? What if he tried this on other movies too ?

Maybe that’s why he looks all in love there. (but also because steve and bucky are in love)

Professor Pride Week 17

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Title: Professor Pride Week 17

Characters: Professor!Pride x Reader, Gibbs, Dog!Tony, Linda

Word Count: 1,208

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

A/N: And we’re back at it again with Week 17! I hope you all enjoy his! I love you all so much! <3 <3

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It was the second Tuesday of the new semester.  Before class started he would peer up at your desk out of instinct.  He would let out a small sigh and start class as usual.  The professor was switching things up this semester and doing group discussions to get the students going.

As Pride sat at his desk, he could feel a pair of eyes on him.  He looked around, eventually meeting eyes with the woman who sat in your exact desk.  He flashed her a small smile.  Pride returned to the paper in his hands, hoping she would get back to the assignment, but she never did.  It was starting to make him uncomfortable.

When class ended, Pride was caught off guard by the woman’s sudden presence.  He let out a nervous laugh as he put things back in his briefcase.  “Can ah help ya with somethin’,” Pride asked politely.  

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A Very Turtle Christmas (Tony Perry) (Pierce The Veil)

Word Count: 1,247


Christmas was your favourite time of year, well it use to be. This year had been hectic with you opening a new photography studio and touring with a few bands as a band photographer. Your fiancé Tony was due back from tour this afternoon and you felt bad because you hadn’t even thought about decorating the house for Christmas. He loved coming home to see all the lights on the Christmas tree and the stupid little decorations you’d both gathered over the years together scattered around the house.

All you could do was leave him a note saying you’d be back later because someone had broken two lights in your studio and they needed replacing as soon as possible. You hated not being there when he opened the door to your house, normally you’d scream his name and jump into his arms but today wasn’t like all the other times.


I couldn’t wait to see my beautiful fiancé again, Pierce The Veil had just finished a three month tour with All Time Low and y/n had to stay back because she was touring with Sleeping With Sirens and then setting up her very own photography studio in San Diego because she wanted somewhere to work on her pictures.

When I pulled up to the house we’d bought together I couldn’t help but notice that there were no Christmas lights outside which was odd, around this time in December the lights would be up and on. Jaime was staying with us while his apartment was under reconstruction so when we walked into a bare hallway both of us were surprised to see the house empty and not a single Christmas decoration in sight.

“I thought you two loved Christmas Tony? This place doesn’t even have decorations on the tree.”

Jaime was right both y/n and I loved Christmas. I found numerous boxes of decorations and lights which had been unopened. I left Jaime to go unpack in his room as I trudged into the kitchen and noticed a note on the counter in y/n’s familiar handwriting.


Sorry I couldn’t be there when you got back but I got called into the studio last minute as some idiot broke two lights. I’m sorry I couldn’t have the house decorated for you but with the studio and editing the band pictures I just have been rushed off my feet and had no time. I wanted the first Christmas in our new house to be special but I kind of ruined that. I’ll be back later, tell Jaime if he isn’t already reading this letter over your shoulder that the fridge and cupboards are fully stocked with your favourite food.

y/n xxx

“We should do something for her Tony. But first food, y/n knows the way to my heart.”

I jumped at the sound of Jaime’s voice behind me, y/n was right about him reading the letter over my shoulder. I felt bad that she was pinning the blame on ruining our Christmas on herself, I’d been away the last three months and she’d been left to deal with everything on her own. Jaime was right about doing something for her.

“Jaime do you think we could get the house decorated before she comes back from the studio? I think it will make her day if she comes back and the house is all festive.”

Jaime nodded while stuffing his face, I swore it was like y/n and I had our very own child.

“I could call the other two, four sets of hands are better than two. Plus they love y/n and will understand. You’re a good fiancé Mr Perry.”

It looked like we had a plan. If we could rope Mike and Vic in the decorations would get put up quicker. y/n was going to have the best surprise when she walked through that door.


You got a message from Tony just after the second light had been fixed, normally it would have taken a week to get replacements but you got things done when you were in a mood. Tony’s text lightened your mood.

TONY: We got back safe; Jaime thanks you for the food. Hope you get the lights fixed and I can’t wait to see you tonight. Three months is a long time and I have a surprise for you xxx

You wondered what the surprise could be as you finished a few things around your office. Usually you hated surprises when people did them to you and Tony knew this, but in the nine years you’d been together his surprises were the best.

Y/N: I can’t wait to hug my turtle again x I’m heading back now so I should see you in half an hour if the traffic is good x

Tony didn’t reply and you thought nothing of it as you locked up the building and got into your car. You were surprised that Tony hadn’t bought up the lack of Christmas decorations; maybe he was being nice knowing you weren’t in the best of moods. You were just happy that you had him back.

Pulling into your drive you did a double take upon seeing Christmas lights lit up on the front of your house, you didn’t remember putting them up. Had Tony done this? Was this his surprise? He should have been resting after tour and not putting up decorations.

Before you could unlock the front door it opened revealing a smiling Tony. He engulfed you in a hug and all your worries vanished.

“God I’ve missed you y/n.”

“I’ve missed you more Tony. Did you put the lights up? You should be resting.”

He pulled back and grinned and only then did you notice he had a blindfold in one hand. You didn’t question him as he turned you around and tied it around your head.

“That’s only part of your surprise babe, me and my little elves did something else for you.”

He took your hand and led you into the house. It wasn’t that long of a walk before he stopped you and told you to take the blindfold off. You took off the blindfold and gasped at the beautiful sight in front of you, Christmas had puked all over the lounge and hallway. The tree was decorated and lit up, stockings hung above the fire place and tinsel covered everywhere else. All the little decorations you’d gathered were placed around the room. You felt tears come to your eyes; this was the best surprise you could have ever asked for.

“It’s beautiful Tony; you didn’t need to do this. This must have taken you a long time.”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“I had three little helpers who all agreed that you’ve been worked off your feet and deserved a nice surprise. Look up.”

You glance up and laugh upon seeing mistletoe hung above you, it was very well placed.

“I’d be a bit of a scrooge if I didn’t kiss you Tony.”

“Jaime is crashing at Mike’s so we have the house to ourselves tonight. So we can do more than kiss under the mistletoe.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his shoulders before standing on your tiptoes and kissed him. He smiled against your lips and picked you up around the waist before deepening the kiss. You had your fiancé back for Christmas and it finally looked like things were getting better. This was going to be the best Christmas yet.

Imagine – Babysitting JJ with Jensen

Word Count – 2016

Pairing – Divorced! Jensen x Reader

Triggers – None that I can think of?

A/N – Please take note this is just an imagine. I love Jensen and Danneel very, very much and ship them so much !! I would never expect them to ever get a divorce so please don’t take this in the wrong way, it’s just fanfiction! Thank you. Also, I’m thinking of making this into a series. So if I should post a part 2 please let me know.


You pulled into Jensen’s driveway and parked in your normal spot, taking a deep breath and looking in the mirror, fixing your hair and makeup before getting out of the car. “Act casual, y/n. It’s just a crush, It’s just a crush, it’s just a crush.” You whispered to yourself, but you knew it was more.

You got out of the car and walked up to the door, knocking on it loudly. Not even 10 seconds and the door comes flying open along with a smiling Jensen with his smiling baby girl in his arms. “y/n! it’s so great to see you!” He brought you in for a side hug, hugging JJ after.

You walked into the living room and noticed all the toys on the floor, smiling and shaking your head when you noticed the tiny impala toy on the floor. “Seriously, Jensen? That is so Dean of you.” He picked up the toy car and looked at it, passing it over to JJ who was now in your arms. “Dean’s a good role model, sometimes.” “Daddy’s – car!” JJ said happily, holding the car up in the air and looking at the toy with amazement.

“She knows” You and Jensen both laughed, sighing and smiling at each other after. God he was beautiful with his green apple eyes, curling lip whenever he smiled. His laugh made your heart warm, and his voice gave you shivers.

“I’m going to go look through the script for episode 9, if ya need anything just yell. Thank you so much for watching her.” He kissed your cheek without thinking, heart sinking after while yours stopped but he didn’t say anything and just walked away with a frown, wishing he could’ve kissed your lips instead.

You placed your fingertips over the spot he kissed, smiling to yourself. The sound of JJ fusing got you out of your thoughts. “toys!” “yes, yes we can go play with your toys.” You chuckled while she yelled “yayy!” and waddled over to the spot in the middle of the living room filled with stuffed animals. God she was adorable, just like her father.


It was 4 in the afternoon now. You were sitting in JJ’s room, helping her put on her princess dress she wanted to wear and show daddy. “You look beautiful!” You yelled happily while she smiled and stood In front of her little mirror. “Let’s go show daddy, yeah?”

You picked her up and carried her to Jensen’s work office. You knocked slightly, hopping he wasn’t to busy. “It’s open!” His jaw dropped when he saw his daughter. “look at my princess!” He picked her up and kissed her cheek, making her giggle. “She loves Cinderella, I bought the dress for her last Christmas and she still wears it.” You nodded with a smile. “How’s work?” “Same old, same old. I miss ya being on the show, you made it a lot cooler.” You blushed, hopping he didn’t notice. “Jared called earlier, said he’s coming over around 8 if ya want to stick around and hangout with us” “Sure! Sound’s great!” ‘Awesome! I’ll let Jared know.” Jensen fist bumped the air and screamed yes quietly to himself once you left, excited for tonight especially now that you’d be there.


It was 7:30 and it was time for JJ to go to sleep. You carried her up the stairs while Jensen followed from behind, staring up and down your body while you weren’t looking, feeling all the nervousness and sadness hit in his stomach.

“Don’t…want…sleep!” she fussed, pouting her arms. “Think about this, when you wake up I’ll make you pancakes just like how you like them.” Jensen said. “With y/n?” “With y/n.” She smiled while Jensen gave her a small high five.

“Goodnight sweetheart, I love you.” “I love you too, daddy.” She heled onto his finger, making your and Jensen’s hearts warm up from cuteness. “Forever?” ‘Forver” She said funny, not being able to say that word properly yet.  “Night, mommy!” She yelled from the crib. You and Jensen froze, not knowing what to say. “Sweetie, I’m y/n not mommy.” You frowned, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“But – mommy?” “Mommy will be here in two days honey.” He said, holding up two fingers and looking at you with worry. “Okay, night y/n.” “Night J”

Jensen closed the door behind you, while you tried not to look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry about that, she’s just confused is all. I hope you’ll still visit us but if it’s to awkward no I’ll understand.” You looked up at him with confusion and sadness in your eyes, while he looked just as sad too. “Of course I’ll still be here Jensen, I’ll always be here for you both always have been right? Just like you’ve always been here for me.” He nodded and smirked. “Thank you for everything you do for us y/n, honestly.” “My pleasure, now let’s go hangout I feel like I haven’t seen you all day”

“A beer?” he yelled from the kitchen. “Yes!” He passed you the bottle while taking a sip of his own. “We still got like 20 – 30 minutes, what do ya wanna do?” “We can just sit and talk, doesn’t matter to me.” He sat down on the couch and patted the spot closest to him. You plopped down and laughed, laying your head against his chest while he had his arm laying against yours.

“Did you really mean what you said earlier, how you missed me being on the show?” ‘Of course! It was so great having you there. Not to mention I got to see you a lot more.” He stopped, realizing how flirty that sounded. A wave of panic hit him, wondering if he apologize. “Aw is Mr. Ackles getting all sappy on me?” “Pshh, Mr. Ackles is never sappy.” You both chuckled and sipped on your beers, smiling and looking into each other’s eyes a little longer than normal.

“How are your eyes so green and pretty?!” You said, tracking Jensen out of his thoughts. “Um, magic.” “If you really had magic what would you do?” The first thought that came to his head was make you two be together forever, but he couldn’t say it. “Tons of pizza forever.” “Oh, me too! Great minds think alike” “Haha, yeah..” He sighed, looking away.

“You okay, Jense?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course. Just – thinking.”


“Work, I guess.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” You frowned, placing your hand on top of his.

“Just don’t want ya to leave.” You looked at him with confusion. “Why would I?” “I don’t know, things happen sometimes that you can’t control and it’s just scary.” “I know, it’s life but Jensen you know I love you and J very much. You guys are my family, along with Jared and Misha. I’ll never leave you boys or J okay? Family sticks together through thick and thin.” He gave you a tight hug while you hugged back, sighing against his neck as he did the same. “I’m so glad you’re here.” “I’m glad I’m here too.”


“Hey!” Jared said happily, giving you and Jensen a tight hug. “Hey Jar, still as tall as can be.” You both chuckled. “Of course, and you’re still short!” He picked you up, making you laugh while Jensen stood in the corner and smirked, trying to hide his jealousy. He knew Jared loved Gen very much and would never do a thing to hurt her, but he always got a sick feeling in his stomach when he saw you with another guy wishing he could protect you and love you as his own.

“Did you read the script for episode 9? Crazy right?!” Jared said while grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Yeah, can’t believe Lucifer’s back.” “Mark’s back on set?! What the hell why didn’t you tell me I would’ve came and said hi!” You yelled from the table. “You can come Wednesday since Dan will have JJ” “Woo!!” You yelled throwing your arms in the air with joy while the boys laughed.

You all three sat in the living room and watched The Walking Dead together, talking about everything and anything. You and Jensen were back in your position that you were in before and Jared was in the recliner. “How’s Gen doing. Jared?” “She’s pretty good. The boys are well too.” “Do they still have pizza parties?” “All the time” Jared chuckled, smiling at the thought of his sons.

Jared noticed how Jensen barley took his eyes off you the whole night. Other than when Jared talked, his eyes were always on you with a soft smile. He knew his best friend was crazy in love, but he didn’t understand why he wouldn’t open up and tell her. So many amazing things could happen, he should take the chance.

Eventually you fell asleep in Jensen’s lap while he played with your hair softly, leaving Jared and him to their selves. Jensen got up to get a beer when Jared came and followed him behind after, wanting to talk in private.

“Do ya need a beer too?” “No thanks, I wanted to talk to you about stuff.” Jensen sat down in the chair and chugged his 4th beer of the night while Jared sat across from him.

“Why don’t you tell her?”


“You heard me, you’re obviously head over heals for her, why not tell her?”

“You’re funny man.” Jensen laughed, starting to stand up till Jared pushed him back down. “You’re torturing yourself, dude!” He gave him an angry look then chugged more of his beer, hopping he’d be drunk and forget all about this soon.

“You love her and you know it, why not tell her?! I noticed you staring at her all night, Jensen. You look at her the way I look at Gen, with love and care. Amazing things could come out of this man, take the chance.”

Jensen tossed his empty bottle on the floor and looked away from Jared, wiping the stray tear falling from his cheek angrily. “That’s what I thought about Dan. I thought nothing could ever go wrong, now look at us. The only reason we still talk is cause of JJ. I thought we loved each other, but I guess not. I’m just so scared to get attached, for my daughter to get attached and have her ripped out of our lives.”

“JJ called y/n mom today, did I forget to mention that?” Jared’s eyes went wide. “What’d y/n say? What did you say?” “She just told her how she’s y/n, not mommy. I told her she’ll see her mommy in two days and left with goodnight. Me and y/n talked when we left and I apologized, saying how if she didn’t want to come over anymore I’d understand.” “And she’s still here.” Jensen nodded.

Jared gave him a tight hug and rubbed his back as he cried into his shoulder. “I know you had strong feelings for Danneel. I know you both loved each other at some point and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, but amazing things could happen Jensen. It’s better to take the chance than not have it at all, and to be honest? I know she loves you too man.”

Jensen shook his head and wiped his face with his big hands. “Okay, okay yeah you’re right. I’m going to try to tell her tomorrow when JJ takes her nap. I’m going to tell her, I’m actually going to tell her.”



Dave Lizewski Imagine: This Is My Story

TW: Abuse, Eating Disorder

You and Dave had been together for just under a year and you had no idea whatsoever what you would get him, so being the smart girlfriend you were you asked him, although him being a pain all he wanted was to know about your past and your secrets. You were not the most open person with anyone and it took a lot for you too trust someone but Dave should have known by now, I mean you loved him, he was your first and you were his, you knew everything about him so it would be only fair if you did that to him.

But because you couldn’t talk about it face to face, not yet, you weren’t ready, your mind came up with a better idea, you could film yourself talking into a camera about it. Setting up a camera you had borrowed from your parents who were on a date night luckily, you sat down in front of it keeping a box of tissues near, knowing what was going to be inevitable. “So, Dave, this is your anniversary present so happy anniversary baby!” you chuckled before taking a deep breath and beginning.

“This is my story” you began looking down at the tissue in your hand, “and I’m ready to tell you. It started when I was twelve back in the UK, I wasn’t the skinniest of girls, I really wasn’t and there was the popular girls at school and well they took me under their wing, encouraging me just to not eat, we were 12 this was crazy. Well I didn’t and over the next couple of years I would starve myself, just down right refuse to eat, I would make myself sick, I would do crazy things until I was about 15 when my Dad left us, my mum was a wreck which made me worse, I would just starve myself until I would pass out but my mum was too drunk to care. Then it hit bottom, my mum met a new man, although she was still drinking, even when he moved in, the sick bastard would just hit me and my sister around like crazy and well I couldn’t stand it so I ran away, as far as I could, I was found and he got mad. So mad the police were called and well I don’t want to go into detail but this scar” you gestured lifting up your shirt to show the camera the blade shaped scar.  “, Was due to it. And well I hated feeling like I wasn’t strong enough so aged 15 I decided that enough was enough.” You stopped wiping your eyes to catch the tears before continuing. “I started to work out daily, every day doing do many push ups and sit ups, just to build my strength and that’s when we moved here. But that’s not it, the reason I’m secretive about now still is because y’know Hit Girl (Just pretend that Hit Girl wasn’t younger than him b/c I cannot think of a name it’s like 1am) you’re looking at her” you exclaimed pausing to show up the mask. “That’s pretty much it babe, happy anniversary though” you smiled blowing a kiss at the camera before shutting the camera off and uploading it to your laptop so you could send it to Dave.

It was just gone midnight anyway, so technically it was your anniversary today. Dave opened it straight away although once he watched it there was no reply, you waited almost 20 minutes but there was no reply. Just as you were about to get under the duvet Dave came crashing through your window with a bouquet of flowers and a little red bag. “Happy anniversary Hit Girl” he smiled kissing your lips gently, before placing the flowers in an empty vase that was stood in your room, using your glass of water to fill it before sitting next to you on the bed. “I loved the video, it showed me how much of a hero you actually are, even though you were already special to me, your even more now, anyway here I got you something” he beamed kissing your cheek as you began to open it, stopping and reaching under your pillow to grab Dave’s other present; a signed copy of his favourite comic. Letting Dave open his first he hugged you tightly kissing you 100 times as he immediately realised what is was. “Open yours!” he exclaimed watching your face as confusion fell upon it as you undid the bow to find nothing. “Babe?” you questioned as he smirked. “Huh, oh how did this get in my pocket?” he asked sarcastically pulling out a small ring box making your eyes go wide. “It’s not an engagement ring, it’s a promise ring, a promise that the day we turn 18 we’re going to get married, a big white wedding with all of our friends” he chuckled watching as tears filled your eyes. He slipped the ring on slowly you securing it before hugging him tightly making you both fall back against the bed laughing.

Your parents coughing loudly making you jump apart, they knew about Dave and were completely okay with it because he was such a sweet boy. “Nice to see Dave can use a door, hi sweetie” she smiled, “You guys better go to sleep though because I have work tomorrow” she ordered shutting the door behind her. As the door shut you both began to giggle until something being pushed under the door made you both looked over. Your mother had pushed a condom underneath your door, making you both burst out laughing as Dave picked it up wiggling his brows at you. “Er no” you laughed taking it and throwing it across the room as Dave whined and cuddled into you. “When they leave for work tomorrow” you whispered kissing his cheek.

“Night babe” you spoke as you cuddled into him.

“Night baby”

“Captain Rogers… eyes upfront,” Senator Wenham admonished him sharply. “Please stop making mooneyes at your girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Steve answered before he could stop himself.
  “Oh really?” he all but snarled. “Who’s the busty brunette you’ve been conferring with then? And remember that you are under oath.”

Steve looked at him disdainfully. “The young lady is a PR and political liaisons expert.”

Based on hearing scene chapter 18 from The reports about my love life have been greatly exaggerated by Amerna

p/s : That’s is exactly Steve’s reaction to any one who look down at Darcy :)
This is my first gif set !!! though i’m suck at timing so it’s seems quite dizzy to me, still : I love it !!! Now, everything would be so much fun :))

Please, don’t be sad. Everything is going to be fine. Please understand.

I have never in all my life felt as sad over someone’s passing as I have for Satoru Iwata’s. This man, since he became the CEO, has transformed Nintendo’s image into that of the fun loving, goofy company that we all know and love today. With the Wii, Iwata taught us the most important thing about video games; having fun, no matter what your skill level or age. This direction has set Nintendo apart from everyone else, and it’s a direction I wholeheartedly admire. Watching Nintendo Directs were some of the best moments of my life. Seeing the President of such a large company participate in such streams gave me so much hope. That, and his tendency to still work on games, and the selfless act of cutting his own salary instead of mass lay offs when the Wii U underperformed, showed Iwata deeply cared for his business, his profession, and everyone that was under his wing. Such a great man, that always put a smile on his face, even in the face of death, will surely be missed.

At the time of writing, I’m incredibly distraught over his passing. But I know, if there’s one thing he’d want us to do, it would be for us to be happy. He always put on a brave face, and smiled, because he wanted us to smile back. So, I promise Iwata that I will keep playing Nintendo, for all of my life, and keep creating happy memories. From solving a puzzle in Zelda, to catching that one shiny in Pokemon I’ve been trying to catch for weeks, I’ll honor him by playing the series’ that he in the past had a hand in creating.

Goodbye, Satoru Iwata, and thank you. May luck find you in heaven.