i was tearing up when i saw these photos

Without you.

Hii, Here is part 2 to ‘Give me a Break.“ I got so many great responses to it and I cant thank you enough. I hope you enjoy it.xxx

During the first week without him Y/N was alright. She busied herself with working and cleaning up the house and doing everything to take her mind off the fact that something was missing.
Or someone.

During the first week without her Harry was heartbroken. Just like every time he was away from her. It was worse this time though. He didn’t talk to her. And he had no idea where they were standing right now.
And he missed her.

During the second week without him it finally sunk in that he wasn’t there. Y/N finally realized what ‘taking a break’ really meant. It meant radio silence. Nothing. Nothing but her mind wandering to him and what happened. And how everything was so messed up.
And that was when she understood Harry’s doubts.

During the second week without her he got used to the empty feeling inside his heart. He got used to the sleepless nights and mornings filled with tears. He didn’t eat properly anymore. He hadn’t smiled ever since he left her standing in their foyer. He felt like he wasn’t able to breath. Like his lungs would collapse anytime.

When the day of his departure finally came he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to see her before he left for two weeks. He wanted a good luck kiss from her or else he was sure he would mess up SNL.
But when his finger hovered over the call button he hesitated. What if she didn’t want to talk to him? What if she didn’t want to see him?
He was scared.
No, terrified.
But he had to talk to her. He couldn’t take another second without hearing her voice.
So he took a deep breath and called her. And he waited. And waited. With ever beep his heart sunk lower and lower. Until finally it shattered when a female voice told him he could leave a message.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and gasped for air. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Whimpers and silent sobs wrecked his body.
This can’t be happening.
She can’t be serious.
And again he began to doubt everything.

Two hours later his phone rang. When he saw her photo on his screen he closed his eyes for a second before he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Harry, oh my goodness. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up earlier but I took a nap and I didn’t hear my phone ringing. I’m sorry. Please tell me you didn’t leave yet.”
His eyes closed again when he finally heard her voice again.
“I haven’t.”
“Alright. Okay. Then I’ll come over. You want me to come over, right? Or maybe you just called to let me know you’re leaving and you don’t even want to see me. God, I want to see you, Harry. Or even worse you called to-”
“Love. I want to see you. Or course I do.” he chuckled quietly.
“You do?”
“More than anything.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“I told you I could never hate you.”
“Okay. That’s good, because I don’t hate you either. I actually love you and-” she stopped talking abruptly.
“And?”
“And I’m rambling.” she sighed out.
Harry chuckled and for the first time in weeks he smiled again. Because of her. Because she made him smile during the worst times.
“You want to come over now?”
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be twenty minutes tops. See you!”
“Drive safely.”
And with that they hung up.
He noticed that his hands were shaking and his face was burning up. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he saw her again. God, he missed her.
He went into the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror. He had a bit of peach fuzz going on above his lips and around his jawline but he knew she liked that. His hair was messy but not too messy. He filled his hands with cold water and spritzt it onto his face to make sure he looked a bit more fresh.
He was wearing the yellow and black pullover from Gucci which Y/N absolutely loved. His legs were covered by black skinny jeans like always. On his fingers sat all the rings Y/N loved.
And she loved him.

Y/N was shaking too when she placed her phone down, her breathing heavier than usual.
She went into the bathroom to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and framing her face nicely. Her makeup was natural but complimented every feature perfectly. She was wearing a dark blue V-neck pullover and around her neck she wore the golden necklace Harry gave her on their one year anniversary. Her legs were covered by blue ripped jeans and she knew Harry loved them.
But did he lover her?

When she finally arrived at Gemma’s house she was more nervous than ever. She didn’t know what would happen now. If she would only walk in, wish him good luck and then leave again. The worst was that she didn’t have a lot of time. Only an hour before she would have to leave in order to be on time for her dinner plans.
She took a deep breath before she got out of her car and made her way to the front door. She lifted her shaking hand and rung the doorbell. A few seconds later she heard footsteps making their way to the door. And then he opened it.
And he stood there in all his glory, looking even more handsome than ever. A soft smile grazed his lips and she heard him release the breath he was holding.
“Hello, lo-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Y/N threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. She heard his surprised gasp and prayed he wouldn’t push her away, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He only pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into her neck.
She smelled his familiar scent and tears sprung to her eyes immediately. His pillow lost his scent long ago and she missed it.
She smelled just like he remembered as well. Fresh and girly and so like home.
They stood like that for a few moments before Y/N pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Just really missed you.”
Harry closed the door behind her and took hold of one of her hands.
“I missed you, too.”
Their eyes met and they both felt their hearts breaking all over again when they saw each others sadness.
Harry wrapped her in a tight hug again, his hands rubbing over her back in the way he knew she liked.
“You look very beautiful, my love.” he whispered into her neck.
“You look very handsome as well, Harry.” she replied and pulled back a bit so she could look at him.
Harry reached up to cup her cheek and stroked over her cheek gently.
“I cooked dinner. My legendary chicken that you love so much.” he smiled softly.
“I’d love to stay for dinner, but I can’t. I already made plans with someone.”
Y/N watched with horror as Harry’s face fell immediately and his hand dropped from her cheek. He took a step back and scratched his head awkwardly.
“A-Alright. Uhm, well-”
“Harry? Did I say something wrong?” she panicked, her hand reaching out for him but he took another step back.
“No. Everything’s okay.”
“Is… Is it because I said I made plans with someone?”
He looked at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with his rings. She sighed and shook her head.
“I made plans with someone new from work. His name is Tim and he needs some information and we thought it would be nice to do all that stuff over dinner.”
His eyes closed briefly when he heard his name.
Tim.
Y/N sighed again, closed the gap between them and threaded her fingers through his.
“This is a business dinner, Harry. Not a date. I don’t go on dates with anyone but if I would want to I’d only go with you. Tim is nice and we get along and he needs a bit of help. That’s all.”
“Do you like him?”
“I don’t know him so there’s nothing to like or dislike.”
“Do you want to get to know him?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“What?!”
“I told you it’s a business dinner. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Believe me, I would love to stay here and eat dinner with you. But I don’t think that’s exactly what we should do during our break and I can’t just ditch Tim.”
His eyes snapped to hers and his brows furrowed.
“You think we can’t spend a evening together just because we’re on a break?”
Her eyes closed briefly and she sighed. She looked up at him again and lifted the hand that wasn’t holding his to his cheek.
“We said we needed space, remember? I don’t want to mess anything up just because we’re desperately missing each other.”
You said we needed space, not me.” Harry mumbled.
“Harry.” she all but pleaded and Harry sighed and nodded.
“So you don’t have that much time, hm?”
“No.”
“Well, at least you came. Wasn’t sure you’d want to.”
“Of course I wanted to. I missed you like crazy.”
The both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
“What are we doing, love?” he asked in a whisper.
“Let’s not talk about it now, yeah? We’ll do that when you’re back and we’ll have time.”
“Okay.”
Y/N reached her arms up again and wrapped them around his neck, pressing a tiny kiss right behind his ear.
“I’m scared, H.”
“Me too, love.”
They pulled back and both sighed.
“I think it’s better when I’ll leave now.” she whispered after a few seconds.
Harry wanted to shake his head and hold her so she couldn’t leave. He wanted her to stay with him and not go out with another man. She was his after all.
But he nodded anyway. Because it was for the better.
“Promise me to take care, yeah? And don’t go out without at least one bodyguard, you know how crazy the fans in New York are.”
“I promise.” he smiled weakly.
“And promise not to forget about me.” she whimpered and Harry was shocked to see tears falling from her eyes.
“Love, I could never forget about you. I love you so much.”
And now they were both crying.
“I love you too.”
“God, we never cry this much when I have to leave.” Harry chuckled.
Y/N giggled softly wiped her constantly falling tears away.
“You can still call me anytime you need to, okay? I’m never too busy and I don’t care about time zones.”
“Same goes to you.” she nodded.
“Can I get a good luck kiss? Or else I think I’ll mess up.”
She laughed softly and leaned up to press her lips to his. Harry moaned quietly at the contact and pulled her closer. She melted against him like she always does and opened her mouth so Harry could deepen the kiss, but only for a moment before he pulled away to breath. He held her in place with his hand in her hair so she wouldn’t pull away and pressed countless soft kisses against her mouth. He wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“Harry…”
“I’m gonna…”
“Be late.” she finally finished with a laugh when she pulled away enough that his lips didn’t touch hers anymore.
“Don’t care. That Tom guy can wait.”
“Tim.”
“Even if his name was Gustav, Rudolph or Theodor I wouldn’t care.”
Y/N kissed him through her smile and pulled him closer. She wasn’t ready to let go either.
“I really have to go now.”
He sighed, nodded and kissed her again.
“You’ll kick ass in New York, alright?”
He chuckled and nodded.
“I’ll try.”
They kissed again and again until she really had to leave or else she would definitely make Tim wait.
“You know that I love you, right?” he asked just before she exited the house.
“I do. I love you, too. We’ll get through this.” she smiled at him.
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.” she nodded and slung her pinky around his.
“Bye.” he whispered.
“Bye. And let me know when you’ve landed, yeah?”
“I will.”
And after another kiss she left the house.

She made it to the restaurant right on time but Tim was sitting at the table already. She made her way through the room until she reached him and he stood up when he saw her.
“Hey.” he breathed and kissed her cheek.
“Hi, I’m sorry you had to wait. And I’m sorry that my outfit is so casual but I was a bit distracted earlier.” she blushed.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded and sat down on her chair.

She made it through dinner without thinking about Harry every second. She was actually able to let go for a bit and enjoy it. Tim was fun and made her laugh a lot which she really needed for a change.
She decided that she liked him, he worked hard and was very interested in all the things she brought for him and he was also relaxed and cool. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive.
If she didn’t knew Harry, she thought, she might go out with him again. But she knew Harry, and was his girlfriend. And she knew that no one could ever compare.
When they left the restaurant Tim insisted to walk her to her car just to know she was safe. The still laughed and giggled and the atmosphere around them was light.
“I really enjoyed dinner with you, I really needed some fun.” she smiled at him when they reached her car.
“Anytime.”
And something about the was he looked at her and smiled should have let her know that they weren’t on the same page.
He leaned in and Y/N thought he’ll only kiss her cheek but when she felt his lips brush hers her eyes widened.

Picture Perfect (Tim Drake x Reader)

A/N: This is honestly such a cute idea! I love Tim very much! Also, thank you so much, I’m glad you like my writing. ❤

Warnings: Extreme corniness???

Request: Tim Drake where he sends S/O polaroids or developed photos when he has missions outside the country!! Reader has numerous albums of his photography, some of them are pics of S/O and him <3 You have magnificent writing skills! I can’t believe I just found your blog!!


Tim smiled as he sorted through the recently developed photographs. Mostly views and scenery that he knew you would love, but also several photos of him that he had gotten Dick to take for you.

One of the photos that he was particularly excited to send you was a simple photo of him, smiling into the camera and making a heart with his hands. He saved it to be the last picture that you’d see.

With a black pen, he wrote captions on miniature post-it notes, that he stuck onto every picture. When he reached the last one he paused, smiling softly before scribbling down a short note. He packed the photos into an envelope and took them to be shipped to Gotham.

You raced down the staircase of Wayne Manor, only stopping once you found Alfred in the kitchen.

“Alfred, is there any mail?” you questioned breathlessly, wheezing slightly after sprinting from your room.

“Yes, Mistress (Y/N). Master Tim sent this for you,” Alfred responded, handing you a manila envelope.

You grinned, taking the envelope from his hands and carrying it over to the table, barely able to contain your joy. The boys had been gone for three weeks, and you missed Tim greatly.

You carefully undid the seal on the envelope and pulled out a stack of photos.

You sorted through them, grinning madly at the captions he had written for each picture, scrawled onto the tiny post-its.

There was a photo of a night sky, a full moon at the center of the photo. On the sticky-note it read: ‘I love you to the moon and back.’

You continued to look through the pictures, in awe at some of the amazing shots.

You smiled when you saw the pictures of Tim doing dumb poses, and one where Jason had decided to photobomb.

Your heart melted at the last photo, and tears started to trail down the sides of your face. ‘I love you from the bottom of my heart.’ It was stupid, and cheesy, and perfect.

You took the small pile of pictures into your hands, and carried them up to yours and Tim’s room. You shut the door behind you and moved to your bookshelf, pulling several leather-bound photo albums from the shelves.

You situated yourself on your bed, and began inserting the pictures into the album, writing the date and pasting Tim’s captions underneath each one.

When you were finished you flipped to the front of the book. You smiled fondly at the old memories. Pictures Tim had mailed to you were mixed in with photos of you and him.

His corny little captions never failed to make you smile.

A picture of the two of you on a sunny day, holding hands and smiling into the camera was labeled: ‘Your smile is brighter than the sun.’

You continued to look through the albums for hours, grinning like an idiot the whole time.
-
Tim smiled down at the little piece of paper in his hands. The one picture he didn’t send was of you. Just you.

'I love you.’

anonymous asked:

ngl when I swiped the last photo on phil's ig and saw their selfie i burst into tears

i just woke up and cried they are so cute and ! the heck

4

Rachel Joy Scott’s funeral took place at the Trinity Christian Center on April 24, 1999. More than 2,500 people attended and it was televised worldwide on CNN, as well as multiple other TV channels. Millions watched across the world. Up to that day, it was the most watched event on CNN, even surpassing the funeral of Diana, the Princess of Wales.

An excerpt from “No Easy Answers” by Brooks Brown about Rachel’s funeral:

“Just a few days ago, Steve and I had driven around looking for Rachel, hoping to find her alive. Now she was here, in a closed casket at the front of the church. It still didn’t seem real.

There were several moments during that funeral that truly were beautiful. Rachel’s sister did an exact recreation of the Christian dance Rachel had performed at the talent show the year before, accompanied by the song “Watch the Lamb and Who Nailed Him There.” When it came time for Rachel’s friends to speak, Nick Baumgart gave a genuine, from-the-heart speech that focused on the positive memories we had of her. “Her trueness to herself was amazing,” Nick said. “She didn’t let anybody affect who she was. She didn’t let anybody tell her that what she believed and who she was wasn’t okay. She was true to herself, and because of that, she was true to everybody else. In a sense, she is still here. She always will be, and that smile will still be here … I’m lucky to have known her. I’m fortunate to have been her friend, and I’m fortunate to have called her my Prom date. But I’m truly blessed to have had her in my life.”

At the end of the funeral, as people were getting ready to file out, they asked the family to leave. No one was expecting what happened next.
They opened Rachel’s casket. There was Rachel. Dead. Her body, right there, in the casket for all to see. I don’t know what they were trying to show people by doing this, but in order to exit, you had no choice but to walk right by it. As we filed out, Doug was the first of our group to see her. He started crying. It was hard to watch. Steve (Rachel’s ex-boyfriend) was next. He saw Rachel’s body and collapsed on the floor in tears. Here was his former girlfriend, who still meant the world to him, and his body just failed him. Doug and I had to pick him back up and help him out of there. Of course, when I saw Steve lose it, I was right behind him. All the tears I hadn’t cried up to that point came gushing out, just like everybody else, as I saw Rachel lying there in that coffin.  As we walked out, holding Steve, there was a literal wall of cameras and reporters waiting for us. Taking pictures of us, looking at us, video-taping us.
We just wanted it to be over.”


Some videos of her funeral:

Come home

Word Count: 2,040

Jensen x reader

Warnings: huh.. maybe that the Reader has a lots of insecurities

Note: I wrote that just because I was bored at work. Haven’t had the time to proof-read. Enjoy anyways and let me know if you liked it or not. 

Part 2: Come Home - Part 2

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Waking up to an empty spot in your bed has never been easy on you. Ever since you moved in with your boyfriend, whom you meet 3 years ago, there was this fear of yours of not being good enough for him. He was a successful actor and you were a normal secretary working for a big local company. You moved to the states a couple of years ago to start a new living where you meet this handsome man in a coffee shop. 

After meeting him and having some smalltalk a few times while waiting for your coffee he asked you out and you happily agreed. After dating for almost one and a half year he asked you to move in with him. To every other guy you most probably would’ve said no, but he was different.

There was this strong connection you felt towards him and you knew you could spend the rest of your life with him. But with him being away almost the entire year and all those convention he had to attend on weekends for his job, it wasn’t easy for you.

You started to get insecure of yourself, you started to think that you weren’t good enough for him, that you would hold him back from things he liked, and the fact that you weren’t happy how you looked like didn’t really help. You loved him, that was true, but you couldn’t take the feeling of being a burden anymore, even though he tried his best to let you feel his entire and strong love towards you.

It was a convention weekend and you woke up – alone. You knew that the panel of your boyfriend would start in about five minutes so you searched for your laptop and opened a livestream to watch your boyfriend and his best friend being on stage and having fun. This was a thing you always did during convention weekends. It helped you getting through the time of being alone. On this day you decided to take a quick look through Twitter which clearly wasn’t your best idea. You scrolled through the hashtags and saw a lot of pictures of your boyfriend posing with people. Mostly women. You weren’t jealous, well maybe a little bit, but seeing him this happy with other women only made you more insecure.

Half of the panel was done when you couldn’t take it anymore and decided to stop watching it. You took a shower and during that shower you made the hardest decision you ever had to make. You thought about it before but never actually had the courage to really do it. You thought you could change but sadly you couldn’t change who you were.  So after debating with yourself you came to the conclusion that it’d be the best if you just leave and let him live his life, without you being a burden.  You would do this for him.

You called your boss to take a few days off. After packing everything and putting it in your car, you wrote a goodbye letter for your boyfriend. Everything was done and you got into your car and drove to a friend of yours where you knew you could put your stuff for a few days.

“What? Why? I mean are you being serious, (Y/N)?” your friend said when you arrived. You just nodded and whipped away a tear while putting your things in an empty room. “I am sorry but I have to leave. I can’t be a burden for him anymore. I have nothing to offer. I am just a normal woman and he… he is Jensen Ackles. I don’t understand why he went out with me in the first place anyways.” Your friend looked at you with disbelieve. “You do know that he really loves you, right? You can offer so much, why don’t you see that, (Y/N)!”

“I’ll fly back home for a couple of days. I’ll let you know when I’ll be back. Bye.” With that you got into your car and drove to the airport, flying home to your mom.


In the meantime Jensen was finished with his panel and tried to call you. He always called you when he was away and you normally picked up immediately. But not this time. He came straight to your voicemail which was weird.

“Everything alright, Jensen?” Jared asked when he saw Jensen staring at his phone. “She’s not picking up the phone.” Jensen’s eyes still were focused on the phone. “Maybe she’s just being busy or ran out of battery, I am sure everything’s alright.” Jared tried to comfort Jensen.

“No, Jared. You don’t understand. She always picks up the phone when I am at a convention. There has to be something wrong. I came straight to her voicemail. You know that she feels so insecure about herself when I am gone. I try my best to make her feel my love and my feelings for her, but it seems that it gets worse with every time I am gone.” Jensen started to feel the panic slowly rising in his head.

He knew how you felt about yourself. He knew that you thought you couldn’t offer much. He knew that you had insecurities and he hated himself for not being able to make you understand how much he loved you and how perfect you were to him.

“Yeah, you told me about her insecurities but man, I am sure everything’s fine. Let’s finish this convention and then you can fly home. Thankfully we have the week off of filming.” Jared smiled to Jensen who only nodded and got up to get ready for the photo ops.

Ten hours later, Jensen finally was home. He unlocked the door and stepped in. “Sweetheart! I am home!” but there was now answer. “(Y/N), you here?” When there still was no sight of you, he started to panic. He ran up to your shared bedroom and looked around. Everything seemed to be normal. At least until he turned around and saw a handwritten letter lying on the dresser. He took the letter, opened it, sat down on the bed and read it with tears forming in his eyes.

Dear Jensen,

I am sorry that I am not good enough. I am sorry that I let you down. I am sorry that I am a burden. I am sorry that I hold you back. I am sorry for not being able to stay here anymore. I need you to be happy. I need you to live a happy life without me being around and that’s why I have to leave. I feel like that’s the only way you can live your life without me holding you back anymore.

I packed my stuff and stored it at my friend’s. I’ll send someone to get the rest of it.

Please know that I am truly sorry for stealing your past three years.

I love you.

Yours

(Y/N)

 

He couldn’t quite believe what he was reading. He took out his phone and dialed your number but you still weren’t picking up. After he tried a couple of times he called Jared. “Jensen? Everything okay?” Jared asked with confusion.

“She’s gone, Jared. I don’t know where and I am freaking out.” Jensen nearly screamed in his phone. Jared had troubles to keep up with what his friend was saying. “Wait, what? What do you mean with (Y/N) is gone?”

 “I mean that she packed her stuff, wrote me a goodbye letter and left” Jensen had to take a deep breath while saying that. After all you were his love of a lifetime. “It’s my fault, man. I wasn’t able to show her just how much she meant to me. She wrote that she didn’t want to be a burden anymore and that her leaving is the only way how I can have a happy life.“

 “Okay. First of all calm down, J” Jared tried his best to calm Jensen down, “I’ll be there in 15 and we are gonna find her, alright?” Jensen had to hold back tears. “Thanks, Jared.” With that he hung up.

15 minutes later Jared was standing in front of Jensen door. He didn’t have to knock because the door was being open. He stepped in and went straight for the bedroom in which Jensen still was sitting on the bed.

“Do you know where she could be?” Jared asked while walking into the room. Jensen looked up, a sad smile across his face. “She’s still not picking up but she wrote that she brought her stuff to a friend. (Y/F/N) is the only one I can think of.”

“Alright, well that’s a beginning. Do you know where (Y/F/N) lives?” Jared asked and Jensen nodded a tiny yes. “So what are you waiting for, let’s drive to (Y/F/N) and ask her if she knows something.”

The two of them got up, locked the front door and made their way over to where your friend was leaving. Jensen could feel his heartbeat speed up when they reached the front door of your friend’s apartment. “You ready?” Jared asked.

Jensen knocked on the door and whispered “Let’s do this.” After knocking a few times your friend finally opened the door. “Jensen? What can I do for you?” She asked. “Hey, (Y/F/N). I know (Y/N) was here bringing you some stuff of hers. Do you know where she is now?” Jensen asked nervously. “Uh, yeah. She was here. She… She told me she has to leave.” (Y/F/N) told the two men standing in front of her home.

 “Did she say where she was going?” Jared asked with a polite smile on his lips. “She said she was gonna spend some time at home. She wanted to fly back to Europe to visit her mom there. That’s all I know.” Your friend returned the smile to Jared.

“Thank you.” Jensen said and turned around to go back to the car. Jared said goodbye and followed his friend. They got in the SUV and started to drive back to Jensen’s. “What are you gonna do now?” Jared asked. “I am gonna take the next flight to Europe. I need her to know that I love her and that I want her to be here… here with me.”


After an eleven hour flight you arrive at the airport near your home town. Your mother picked you up from the airport and as soon as you saw her you began to cry because you missed her so much.

 “I missed you, too.” She assured you while hugging you. “But sweetie, why are you here? Don’t get me wrong, I am happy that you came but did anything happen?”

You didn’t want to tell your mom why you really came to visit so you lied to her. “Everything is fine, mom. No worries. I just wanted to see you.” The two of you made your way to the car. You loaded your small suitcase in the back and started to drive back home. You didn’t talk much because you were exhausted and you were thankful that your mother seemed to understand that. But every now and then she would ask you something and suddenly the question you feared popped up.

“How’s your boyfriend doing?” You froze when you heard that question. “Earth to (Y/N). Did you hear me, sweetie?” your mother asked when you weren’t giving her an answer in the first place.

 “He’s doing well. Everything is fine.” You lied to avoid any further questions. After driving for about half an hour you reached your old home. You said your hello’s to everyone at home and made your way to your old room. It was just the way you left it the last time you were here. Your bed, your dresser, your pictures on the wall. Exactly how you remembered it.

Before you went to bed, you took a warm shower to realis some of the stress you felt in the past few hours. Your thoughts always were with Jensen and if he already found your letter. Little did you know that he already was at the airport, boarding a plane and thinking about you non-stop

Arranged Marriage

Where my family comes from, arranged marriages are still very much the norm. It’s really not what most people think when they hear “arranged marriage”; it’s more like going on a blind date set up by people (usually your parents) who know you, love you, and have your best interests at heart with a very clear endgame. My parents always said that my opinion would be the only one that mattered in the end and that I could say no to whoever they brought home, no questions asked. A love match also wasn’t entirely off the table, even if it wasn’t their ideal choice for me.

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But - Josh Dun Imagine

“Josh, please stop it. I’ve told you that I do like you, but I just can’t date you right now. Respect that.” I say to josh as he follows me around in the tour bus as I get ready.

           “I do respect that, and I respect you. I just want to know why you won’t let me take you out to dinner.” He exclaims, as I sling my camera bag over my shoulder.

           We’ve been going back and forth like this for the past 30 minutes. I’ve been traveling with him and Tyler for the past six months.

Recently, Josh and I admitted that we have feelings for each other and he asked me on a date later in the week. I told him no for reasons I haven’t told anyone yet

“Maybe because I am currently working a full time job that I am late to.” Such a lie, I say walking out of the bus and towards the venue since the show was about to start.

           “Emily, wait up.” Tyler says as he see’s me walk by. Great, he’ll just question me for Josh.

           “I have a job to do, you can follow me.” I say, going towards my boxes of supplies and unpacking.

           “Why won’t you just let Josh take you on a date?” He asks me, assisting in unpacking the boxes.

           “I’ve already said that the reasons are private and I don’t want to talk about them.”

           “Are you just leading him on for fun?” his words make me fumble with madness

           “Why the hell would I do that? Do you really think that little of me?” I ask, squinting my eyes in anger.

           I care way too much about Josh to do that.

           “I don’t think you would do that, but I just needed to make sure. He is my best friend after all, and I’ve already seen him get hurt once and I don’t want to see that again.

           I’ve had enough of this. Now I am being accused of leading someone on for me to have a laugh. That’s fucked up.

           “Fine, I’ve had enough of this. You want to know why I won’t let him take me on a date? Because I went onto his Instagram and saw hundreds of photos of him and Debby. I also saw photos of Debby and Josh on his phone when I was getting photos of previous tours.” I say, “I saw photos of them kissing and of them in bed together.”

           “How can I let someone take me on a date when he has photos of his old girlfriend he is clearly still in love with.” I say, tearing up at the memory of the photos.

           “That’s not fair to me.” I say, shrugging out of the hand he places on my shoulder.

           “You know what, I’m tired of all of this. I’m going to take the day off. You guys can get someone else to take your photos.” I say, slamming my camera into his hands and walking off to the bus. Ignoring the calls from Tyler and the rest of the crew.

           Sitting down in the empty bus I start to cry. I couldn’t be the second choice again, not after finding my ex fiancée in bed with his ex girlfriend.

           I need to quit I think to myself, after this show I’ll talk to the manager about leaving, but first I have a date with Beer.

——-

           11 pm, the show has been over for an hour, they should be coming back any second now.

           Deciding it would be best if I threw the 2 empty bottles away I stand up and throw the two away, taking a small sip from my third bottle.

                       “I completely forgot about the photos of Debby on my phone.” Josh’s voice makes me spin around, eyes wide.

           Not wanting to talk, I sit on one end of the couch and watch as Josh takes the seat next to me.

                       “You’re near me all the time. I’m not on my social media or photos long enough to see that they are there.” He says, taking my beer and taking a sip.

           “Yeah, sure.”  I say sarcastically.

           “I deleted all the photos from both places, you can check for yourself.” Josh says, sliding the phone towards him.

           “I don’t want to check your phone. You didn’t need to delete the photos, if you still love her than you still love her. Just don’t ask me out if you do.” I say, standing up and looking at him

           “That’s the thing.” He says, standing up and taking a hold of my hands, “I don’t love her anymore, I want to be with you.”

           “But…” I start, but get cut off by him.

           “But nothing. I want to be with you, and this may be to soon, but possibly forever.” He says.

           “Well, when you say it like that I guess I have no choice but to go on a date with you.” I say with a small smile.

           “Than grab your coat, lets go right now.” He says, pulling me towards the door.

           “Right now?” I exclaim, considering it’s 11pm

           “Right now, I’ve waited too long for this moment.” He says with a smile.

karlitaburrito  asked:

Hi there! Can I request either an angsty Trevor/reader or Jeremy/reader. Possibly one where either the reader or Trevor/Jeremy is suspected of cheating?

Word Count: 680

You giggled as you read your text. You bit your lip as you thought of a clever reply. You snorted as you sent the reply thinking of the reply you’d get back from your coworker.

“Who are you texting?” Jeremy asked, trying to hover over and take a peek at your phone.

You locked your phone and clutched the device to your chest, “No one you know. They just started on Monday.”

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A Baby For Christmas: The Boy Who Stole Their Hearts

Story Summary: SwanQueen Modern. Sheriff Emma Swan brings home a surprise on Christmas Eve. Her wife, Regina, is at first hesitant, but once she holds the little one, she’s sold. The rest is their life after the miracle.


One Shot Summary: As their first Mother’s Day approaches, Regina and Emma show baby Henry the presents they got for each other.


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hellyeachi-hitoka  asked:

hi :) could I please req; Aomine meet his ex gf by fate at the coffee shop when they were couple, she brings a baby boy(who looks alike him, which happens to be their son. She was pregnant when they were broke up and he didn't know) part 1

They were broke up cuz he went to US for play bball as pro. At first, she was okay with long distance relationship but one day she found out he “cheated” on her. What should he do to make her believe him and make her back to love him again? Thanks :)


Hey sweetie! So I’m going to make this into two parts! This will be the first, and then I’ll write the second part in another scenario! Just so it works better for me :)


“Daisuke-chan. It’s okay sweetie!” you whisper, bouncing him lightly in your arms. God, standing in line on this hot day was a mistake.. But it wasn’t this hot a few days ago… You were grabbing your favourite drink, or that’s what you wanted, but the line seems to go on forever.. And your little boy was getting more and more fussy..

You may have to leave after all…

“_-_____?!”

That voice..

You turned your head, eyes widened when you saw your ex boyfriend, and his eyes weren’t on you.. Oh no.. they were on the small bundle in your arms, that had the same navy blue hair, and navy blue hues.. Staring back at him.. 

Fuck.

Without wasting time, you yanked on his arm, ignoring the heat running through your hand at his touch, pulling him out of the shop. You’d completely forgotten about your order, not wanting a scene to start since he’d made eye contact with your.. Correction.. HIS child..

Without thinking, you’d taken him back to your house, making sure the fan is on before bouncing Daisuke in your arms. You cooed at him, not noticing the look of love, pain and adoration in his hues.. When he’d settled down, you placed him in the little crib, tucking the blanket over his body before sighing, turning to look at the taller male.

“Please take a seat… I’ll get you something to drink…”

You tried very hard to busy yourself, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling, sighing heavily.. Oh god.. You really didn’t expect him to be back.. Although you knew he’d find out eventually about Daisuke.. but you weren’t ready for this.. 

Ugh.. You needed to calm down..

Shaking your head, you grabbed the kettle pouring a cup of tea for yourself, coffee for him, and carried it to the living room. Placing it in front of him, you sat on the other couch, looking down at the table, trying to find the words to say.. 

He didn’t say anything, which is something you were somewhat grateful for.. But you were also nervous.. Was he mad? You didn’t say anything when you found out.. But at the same time, you’d broken up with him.. This whole situation is complicated..

“Just so you know..” you whispered, feeling him look at you, “I found out I was pregnant after I left you…” you finished, rubbing your hands together.. “I.. I didn’t know how to tell you.. And that was my fault.. I take responsibility for that.”

He looked from you to the little baby, releasing a heavy sigh, scratching his head.

“W…Were you ever planning on telling me?”

You bit your lip, rubbing your face as you tried to come up with words.. Honestly, were you ever planning on telling him? Tch.. Who were you kidding? Of course you were.. You just didn’t know when.

“I.. I wanted to.. But we’d just broken up… And I didn’t want to make you think I was using my pregnancy as an excuse to keep you tied to me. Not after everything that happened.”

He stood up, sitting on his knees in front of you, grabbing your hand, 

“____.. Do you really think I’d cheat on you?! Is that what you really think?”

You bit your lip, looking at him with teary eyes,

“I don’t. know!” you sighed, looking at his hand. “D..Do you really think I wanted to believe you cheated?! Satsuki tried to convince me it was all rumours.. and you know what?! I wanted to believe it was a lie.. I wanted to believe you were still loyal to me.. But I saw the photos Daiki! They don’t lie.. How close you were with her..”

It was the closeness he only ever had with you…

You shook your head, wiping the tears from your eyes.. Besides, what you did, it was for the best anyway..

“When I came back home, I realized I didn’t break up with you because of that rumour..” you start, not looking at him, “I did it because I was scared..I felt our relationship was doing more damage than good.. And i just couldn’t handle it.. I couldn’t deal with the thought of tying you down.”

You looked at him, sighing shakily, “I’m sorry Daiki.. With Daisuke, I can’t afford to take trips to the States.. I can’t visit you when you’re over there.. Whatever made you come back, I don’t know.. But right now he’s my priority..” you let go of his hand, walking towards the little bundle of joy.

He’s an exact copy of Aomine.. 

“I’m not going to stop you from being in his life.. You’re his father, and he needs you..” I need you . “But as for US.. I just don’t know Daiki..”

I don’t know if I can love you the way you deserve.

Revenge ~Derek hale

prompt - (y/n) see’s her bf cheating Derek helps you get revenge warnings - none (unless you count my cheesy writing) request - no ship - Derek x reader You was going to see your boyfriend Scott. He was the only normal thing in your life, now you was apart of the pack. You was walking to your usual meeting place when you saw him with another girl. He had his arms round her waist, kissing her sweetly. The way he kisses you. You run to the parking lot holding in your tears as long as you could. Inside the car you scream as hard as you can before turning into a whimpering crying mess. Derek saw you and opened the passenger side door getting in “y/n what’s wrong?” He asked grabbing your hand giving it a gentle squeeze “scott he cheated on me” you say crying more. Derek cups your face with him hand using his thumb to wipe your tears. After Derek calmed you down you swap places so he can drive you home. “you know you should get revenge on him,” Derek says with a smirk “I wouldn’t even know how to start” you say laughing a little. It was a 2 days later and you had avoided school as much as you could, blanked Scott’s calls and texts. Your phone rings thinking it’s going to be Scott you go to send it to voice-mail when I saw Derek’s number. His green eyes and rare smile you made him do for the photo flashed up on you phone. “Hello derek” I say not sure why he would be calling you. “do you still want to make get revenge on scott” he asked in a teasing tone. “yes but how” you ask feeling a little giddy. I’ll pick you up at 7 wear your most Sexiest dress you have and make sure your looking stunning.“ then he put the phone down. You had spent 3 hours getting ready trying your best to follow Derek’s look good instructions. You would be lying if you said you’d never thought about Derek like that he was handsome had the most gorgeous green eyes but you was already with Scott when you met Derek and knew the could be nothing between you and Derek. As soon as Derek knocked and you opened the door he was speechless . he had only ever seen you in jeans and a t-shirt before never in a dress with your make-up done like this “y…. you look… wow ” was all he said.“ you look good to hale that suit its gorgeous ” you say admiring him in his different look too. You got in his car as he drove towards the high school. That’s when you remembered the was a dance tonight and you was meant to be going with Scott. You had it planned for weeks. “ Derek I don’t want to be here please let’s just go” you say worried about the other kids in the school knowing about how Scott cheated on me. Derek parked the car into the school lot. “don’t worry this will work” he said helping you out the car. He smiled and put his arm around you waist pulling you closed to his side be whispered in your ear “just play along and follow my leads” You smiled shyly unsure what Derek had planed. You had been dancing when Derek turns you and whispers “he’s watching you, I can smell his jealousy from here” you look at Scott who waves but you turn to face a smiling Derek. His eyes twinkle under the dim lights put around the hall making your heart skip a beat or two. he left to get a drink, you saw Lydia waving at you so you wave back. She walks over with stiles Malia Kira (the girl Scott had kissed) then behind her Scott. “we saw you dancing with Derek did you come with him y/n” Lydia asks confused You start to panic wanting to run away before you started to cry and have to explain why when you feel arms wrap around you. “there you are babe” Derek says loud for the group to hear, you was surprised when he sweetly kissed your neck. You knew this was what he meant by play along. You take your drink then kiss his lips gently unsure if your going to far but Derek just smiled at you. Running his hand slowly down your back making sure Scott was watching. “y/n what the hell is this” Scott called angry. “first you stand me up then you came with Derek kissing him how long has this been going on, I’m your boyfriend” Scott screamed as he held your wrist tightly. Before you could answer Derek knock Scott’s hand off you then laughed hugging you from behind again resting his head on your shoulder pulling your body into his. “you sure know how to treat you girlfriend” Derek answered putting extra sass in the last word at a confused yet still angry Scott. If Derek wasn’t holding you in place you would have ran but Derek some how gave you a new found confidence “I saw you and her” you say pointing at a guilty Kira. “So don’t give me all that I cheated on you Scott it’s over for us for good” you tell him. Stiles who had been to shocked to speak finally found his voice “but you and sour wolf, y/n?” I pull out of Derek’s arms but still stood with your arm touching his, “the is no me and derek, stiles he is just here to show Scott what it’s like to feel cheated on” you say when Derek looks at you sad. Derek had always liked y/n, but had never said anything because he knew of your relationship with Scott. After seeing y/n upset he realized he liked her more then he originally thought. After you walk away hearing Scott call your name out. But he didn’t do anything more. Derek runs after you thinking he can’t let you go without at least trying, “y/n I was hoping you would be my girl I’ll treat you better then anyone else” Derek quickly mumbled out in one breath  he looked so vulnerable yet so honest you didn’t answer him instead you put you hands around his neck. “I like you a lot y/n I always have since we met, I wish I could sho.. ” he continued to ramble, you hold a finger to his lips cutting him off smiling “yes Derek I would love you be your girl I like you a lot too” you say as he lifts you up kissing you again spinning round . That was 6 month ago and you and Derek haven’t been apart since he proved his promise treating you like a princess showering you in love and now you looked at him sleeping in you bed, smiling if it wasn’t for a little revenge you wouldn’t be with the love of your life

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The Smartphone (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

Request: The lovely @buckyyyy-barnes request this:

It just came to my head today. Like the reader helps Bucky use a phone and it’s really fluffy and cute

I hope that you like it, babe!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1328

This is the link to my masterlist

The Smartphone

Today was the day.

You were saving money for months and yesterday you finally got enough to give your boyfriend this present… and you were beyond excited.

Despite the excitement, you were nervous about giving it to him. 

He was a big fan of technology but he had not tried it all yet, just the things that were in the Tower and the equipment he had worked with before. He wanted to take it slow.

You took a look at the wall clock.

The place you and another two girls worked in belonged to a woman who was in her early fifties. She loved the place and she really put an effort in the decoration, all in pastel colors. You worked there every week from Mondays to Thursdays. In an hour and a half, your work shift would be over and you could go home with Bucky.

 You took the coffee and the scon for the fourth table and placed them in front of the lady who was reading a classic book.

You smiled when you saw him stepping through the door of the patisserie. He winked at you and sat at a table for two near the open window.

“Good afternoon, sir” you playfully told him “What can I get you to drink?”

“A dark coffee, please? And what do you have on the menu to eat, doll?“ he smirked staring at your lips, you tried to hide your own smirk.

“We have an incredible lemon pie, awesome caramel cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies, and freshly made brownies. That’s my recommendation, but here’s the menu” you said placing the small book in front of him.

He placed his right hand on it, feeling the texture of the fabric it was made of.

“I feel tempted about the cookies, but I’ll tell you a secret… I’m sure that the ones that my girlfriend does are the best so I’ll get the cupcakes, please.”

You nodded biting your lip before you made your way to the kitchen.

 A few hours later you were walking to your apartment with Bucky. You squished his hand a little more than necessary when you decide to tell him. 

“I got a present for you”

He placed a kiss in the hand that was holding his. He loved your gestures, the ones that you do without noticing like that one, or the way you played with your hair or how you wrinkle your lips to the side when you think deeply about something.

“What is it?” he asked with a huge smile on his face, his eyes crinkling.

“I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise”

You giggled a little when a waft of wind blew and messed with his hair. Stopping before the building that you lived in, you took a hairband from your waist.

“Here.” you gave it to him “This is your present”

Rolling his eyes, he took it and made a bun with his hair.

“I’m keeping it”

You lead him to your apartment and to your living room before you took a seat in your sofa and brought out the little box from your backpack.

“Is that a cellphone?! This is my present?!”

“Do you like it?”

You smiled at his childish excitement. You knew he would like it. He was taking all the 21st-century technology slow, but the things that he tried always amazed him.

“I love it! Let me try it!”

“Come here” you patted the cushion by your side but he sat on your lap, taking all his weight on his knees to not smash you.

You opened your legs and he took the place in the middle.

“Well…this is a little uncomfortable,” you said behind Bucky’s back “I can’t see what I’m doing”

You were trying to open the box, but it was impossible with his body in between.

You tried to extend your arms a little more around him to have the new smartphone in both of your hands, but that was impossible… your face was against his shoulder and your chest was united with his back.

You felt him chuckling and you smiled happily. The moments when he was happy were the best. His laugh always melted your heart a little, no matter how many times you had heard it.

“Let’s change seats, doll”

He stood up so you could do the same and then he sat and you occupied the space between his opened legs, leaning your back on his chest. He placed his chin on your shoulder and his arms around your waist.

“And what do we do now?”

You peck a kiss on his chin and place the phone in his hands.

“It’s all yours, babe.”

You watched him as he studied it carefully, the fingers of his right hand lightly touching the borders of the device.

“You can turn it on and off with that button. You already have a number, I made sure of that yesterday”

His reflection on the screen made you want to take him a picture.

“Every icon on the screen is a different program. You have to click them to opened them. Go to "contacts” and add me! You had to press the plus symbol" 

You took a glance at his face as you waited for him. The glow of joy in his eyes, God, you really lived for that.

“(Y/N), we have a problem”  

He was shrieking with laughter. Tears running from his eyes. You were a little taken aback with all of this.

“What’s so funny?”

“I can’t handle the phone with my left hand”

“OMG! Stop it!” you said between laughter “You will scratch it!”

He saved your number with the right hand and caressed the curve of the side of your waist with the other one. You felt the goosebumps appearing as you closed your eyes, feeling the cold metal making contact with your warm skin.

“What do I do now?”

“Mhmm… With the icon of the envelope, you can write messages to the people that you added before”

“I don’t want you to see it” he stated covering your eyes with his metal hand “This is slower than you made it look, doll”

“You’re doing it with just one hand, don’t be so hard on yourself.” you felt your cell phone vibrate in your pocket and you draw his hand away to read the new message.

You smiled at the words on your phone.

“I love you too.”

You turned to face him and gave him a kiss. He returned it happily, making it deeper and holding you tightly. You were now sitting astride on his lap with him spreading kisses around your face.

“With which one do you take a picture?”

“With this one…”

Smiling to the front camera, he took the picture when you place your lips to his cheek.

“Hey! Look at this one! I love it. This is going to be my lock screen”

He tapped a few times on the screen and closed the apps.

“Hey!” you exclaimed when you saw the photo as wallpaper “That’s my boy! You’re so grown up”

Rolling his eyes, he saw as you faked cleaning a single tear from your eye.

“Where do I download facebook?”

“Here. You have to download more apps. Not just facebook and twitter. You can also make an Instagram, and have Snapchat, Netflix and Spotify”

His left hand made your way to your back again and you sighed contently when his fingers started to make circles and different patterns as you hide your face on his neck. 

You woke up a few hours later to find Bucky fast asleep under you and your phone with a lot of new messages with more than twenty pictures of you sleeping in Bucky’s arms.

Suddenly

Pairing: Mark Pellegrino x Reader
Word count: 1,674 (before lyrics)
Warnings: Hurt parent but fluffy ending with no angst.  
Request: ( @girl-next-door-writes ) Okay so my request isn’t fully thought out for you, basically I was driving along when Suddenly by Angry Anderson came on. I thought it would be fab for a Mark P OR Rich fic. Something along the lines of they have always had a bit of a thing for the reader who is oblivious to it but then something happens to suddenly make the reader see them in a new way.
Authors Note: I went with Mark Pellegrino. I couldn’t help it.  If someone gives me the choice it’s going to go there (Insert Cheesy Grin).  Also, I had never heard this song before your request but I absolutely love it !

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I Still Love You (Luke)

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Part 2 Part 3

You were still in your strange post-break-up depression. It hurt everywhere all the time. You never caused harm to yourself though. You wouldn’t let him break you. 

It happened all at once.

“Babe, I’m gonna go out with the boys tonight, okay?” He said and kissed your lips lightly.

“I’ll see you later?” you asked, hopeful.

“Yeah, of course. I love you.” he said and left your apartment.

You were flipping through channels on your T.V. when you came across four very attractive boys sitting on a couch. Your heart stopped and you let out a whimper.

“So,” the interviewer, Sam, said, “Who’s single?”

“I am.”

“I am.”

“I am.”

The last boy hesitated, “I– I am.”

The television went silent.

“You and Y/N actually broke up? I thought that that was just a rumor?” the interviewer gasped.

“Yeah, we broke up a few weeks ago… we actually broke up because of rumors…”

“Lies!” you screamed to the screen, it wasn’t like anyone could hear you anyway. 

“Aw, mate, I’m sorry.” Sam sympathized. Luke nodded.

“It’s been tough on all of us. I mean, she was our best friend too.” Ashton said. 

“Yeah, we were all really close, I personally felt as if she were part of the band, She was more like my sister than Luke’s girlfriend.” Calum uttered.

“When we lost her, we lost so many things. Who’s gonna beat me at C.O.D. now? Who’s gonna help me play pranks on Luke? Who’s gonna help me ruin the kitchen trying to make pizza?” Michael elaborated.

Luke looked down and sniffled. Calum rubbed his back and Luke looked up with glossy eyes.

“Liar! You never loved me! You did this to yourself, you fucker…” you mumbled.

LUKE POV

“Luke, mate, are you alright?” Michael asked me once we were in our safety of our bus.

“No.” I deadpanned.

“Leave him alone, Mikey, he deserves to be miserable.” Calum spat.

“What the hell, Cal?” Ashton scolded.

“No! He made me lose my best friend. I tried to keep in contact with her, but she said I reminded her too much of Luke. She said that she needed time. It’s been three months, Ash. We all lost her because this dipshit decided to cheat on her with his old groupie he refused to delete out of his phone. I hate you, Luke.” Calum screamed and went back to his bunk.

That seemed like a pretty good thing to do at the time, so I went back to my cramped bunk and took out my phone. I entered her birthday, it was always my password, and went to my photos. She was in all of my photos. I went to my absolute favorite. We were kissing and and she looked absolutely adorable. I missed her so much. What I did to her was the biggest mistake of my life. I felt the tears cascading down my cheeks. My eyes burned and so did my throat. I’m pretty sure the bus driver could hear my wails, even though I was trying to be quiet.

YOUR POV

You were scrolling through your Tumblr feed when you saw your boyfriend of the past three and a half years. He was holding hands with a girl who looked so familiar that you almost remembered her name. The photo looked familiar as well. You scrolled to the caption and saw “Luke and Arzaylea– Where’s Y/N”

You quickly searched them up on Google. You saw a photo from about seven years ago of them leaving some club in L.A. The girl you had stalked when they were first seen together. She was the one that always made you feel uneasy. You went back to the most recent photo and analyzed it. They were wearing different clothing and he looked more mature. Arzaylea had gotten more facial piercings and dyed her hair a lighter color.

You played with your phone in your hand and looked at the contact that read: “cal hoodie :P.” You bit your lip and pressed “call” with your eyes closed.

It ringed.

And it ringed.

And it ringed.

And it rin–

“Hello? Y/N?”

“Calum?” you hiccuped.

“Yeah, are you okay?”

“…No,” you admitted, “I’m far from okay. Cal, it still hurts.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, Luke is in his bunk sobbing.”

You giggled. “Yeah, it kinda does.”

There was a slight pause before Calum spoke.

“Well, we’re coming to play in Y/T/N tomorrow, and I would really like to see you. I miss you so much, we all do.”

You contemplated the thought before nodding your head to no one. “Yeah that sounds good. Where do y’all wanna meet?”

“The park?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, well I’m gonna go to bed. It was nice talking to you.”

“It was nice, see you tomorrow.” And you hung up.

LUKE POV

It was like 1:30 a.m. when I walked through my front door. I saw the back of Y/N’s head and went up and hugged her from behind. She didn’t react.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“Luke sit down.” She commanded. I sat down in the chair across from her’s and tried to make eye contact with her. “Where were you tonight?”

“I was out with the–”

“Who were you with tonight?”

Shit. She knew.

“Y/N, please! It was only this once–” I tried to beg.

“Get out.” she said calmly.

“What?”

“You heard me; leave.” she pointed to my bags sitting on the kitchen counter. I couldn’t breathe. She was breaking up with me. She was leaving me.

I picked up my bags and went walking to the door with tears streaming down my face. I knew she didn’t want me to beg for her back because I would hurt her more than I already have. I dropped my bags at the door and walked over to her. I kissed her gently on the lips and she didn’t react.

“I love you.” I whispered, hoping she knew that. She looked down, silently saying it back, but not wanting to tarnish her pride. I walked back to get my bags to stay at one of the boys’ house, but before I opened the door, I heard a timid voice.

“I hope you have fun with Arzaylea.”

“I won’t.”

Here I stand outside of my old house wishing that I could go back to that day and wish I had never gone to that club, that I could have just stayed home and watched a movie with Y/N.

I hesitantly knock on her door. It’s 4:54 a.m, she probably won’t answer. I waiting there for a few minutes since I heard shuffling. She opened the door looking beautiful as ever, while I stood there with red, puffy eyes and tear stains on my cheeks. I only stopped crying because I knew there was a possibility that I would get to see her.

“You look like shit, Hemmings.” She said in her groggy morning voice that I loved.

“You– you look amazing, Y/N.”

“Okay…? And what are you doing here?”

“Um… I missed you.”

“So have I,” I smiled at the thought of her missing me.

“I still love you.” And I kissed her.

Y/T/N is your town’s name

Meeting Norman Reedus. (Long Post)

This weekend, I got to have an experience that I’ve been waiting on for years. Norman Reedus is the reason that I started watching The Walking Dead after The Boondock Saints had been my favorite movie for a long time. We drove the 3 hours from Fort Wayne to Chicago on Friday night. My little sister (Grace) and I were buzzing with excitement (she’s only 10, and she knows more about TWD than I do, and loves Norman with all her heart). 

Saturday:

We woke up Saturday morning, and took the shuttle from our hotel to the convention center. Grace and I had to run 3 blocks in the pouring rain from where the shuttle dropped us off. As soon as we had our VIP passes and were let onto the show floor, we took off for Norman’s booth. Of course, he was running about an hour late, so we waited about two hours for him to show up.

But when he did, it was worth it.

Grace and I were in tears at this moment. It is one of the best feelings in the world when you realize that someone you are truly inspired by is not just pixels on a screen. He was flesh and bone, and right in front of my eyes. Waiting in line at this point was fun, because watching him interact with fans is so entertaining. He truly loves all of us. 

We got up to Sean Clark, Norman’s manager, to redeem the autographs. If you get the chance to talk to Sean, please do. He’s a sweetheart. And he has a completely badass Twilight Zone tattoo sleeve. And then the moment arrived like that; Grace and I were face to face with Norman Reedus himself. As soon as he saw the Caryl keepsake box my cousin made me, his face LIT UP. He loved it so much, and he had to take pictures of all four sides of it. He also said he wanted to show it to Melissa?!?!?! 

Then, I handed him the drawing I did for him to sign. He actually really looked at it, and told me that I was “so talented.” I blushed and stuttered, and thanked him as best as I could.

When I was finally able to gather my wits, I actually introduced myself to him and shook his hand (he has really soft hands). When he went to shake Grace’s hand, she kinda spazzed out and threw the beaded necklace she made into his hand. Fortunately, he found it hilarious. I also gave him a box of doughnut holes from the bakery I work at. At first he was sort of confused as to what they were, and I told him they were doughnut holes. Then he looked at me very sassily, and said “You’re a doughnut hole.” I laughed, and then he gave me and Grace huge, warm squishy hugs, and gave Grace like 3 high fives.He also kinda held my hand off and on through the whole encounter. After that, we walked away in stunned awe, only to realize that I had walked away with the doughnut holes. I had to run back to the exit and throw them on his table lol. He laughed at me.

Right after that encounter, we had to speed away to the Danai Gurira photo ops. She is a beautiful, kind soul and a huge inspiration to me. I feel super blessed to have met her. (Sorry for the quality, i had to take a pic of my pic)

We killed a few hours after that just perusing the vendor hall. Our photo ops with Norm came next. I was lucky enough to get two of them, and that he didn’t have his sunglasses on (didn’t wear them all weekend).

I fell in love with our ops instantly, and am still currently staring at them. My hand was on his chest and tummy. Also, he’s really warm. I was on cloud 9 for all of Saturday night.

Sunday:

I decided that I needed to see Norman at his autograph table again, so again that’s the first thing we did when we got there. I felt bad that Grace didn’t have his autograph, so I wanted him to sign one of the wings on her vest. While we were in line, we met Norman’s doppelganger

It was funny watching Norman interact with him, and pretend he was looking in a mirror. When we got to Norm again, he gave me and Grace at least 4 high fives each. Then I told him that I had 2 questions for him. One was the question I’ve wanted to ask him for forever: “Did Daryl read the ‘Survivors of Childhood Abuse’ book he found in Atlanta?” Norman grabbed my hand in both of his, looked me in the eyes, and said “Yes. Yes, he did.” *swoon* After that, I asked him if he would give me the best hug he could possibly give me across a table, due to my birthday being 4 days away. Without hesitation, he pulled me in, my face buried in his neck and hair, and held me tight for like 7 whole seconds. He smells heavenly. I blushed again, said thank you, and we had to move on. 

We killed like an hour before the Boondock Saints photo op. We barely had to wait for that one. Grace and I walked into the op, and I simply asked for an awkward group hug. I never thought I’d see the day when my sister and I were crushed by the MacManus brothers.

After we untangled ourselves, I got one final glance into Norman’s eyes. I said, “Bye Norm! Thank you for everything this weekend.” He gave a little wave, and winked at me. I proceeded to tear up, until I saw this picture. It made me laugh out loud.

I had an unforgettable time this weekend. Norman Reedus is a total sweetheart, and I hope all of you get the chance to meet him. He’s very warm and kind, and makes you feel special.

Home (Admin Submission) Andy Biersack Imagine

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As I flipped through the thick pages of the scrapbook I was flooded with the memories Andy and I had created.  The first section of the book contained the pictures and memorabilia from when we had first started dating.  Pictures littered the pages from dates and ticket stubs from shows we went to together.  My eyes scanned across the page to the selfie we had taken on our first date.  I remembered that day so clearly.  Andy had been trying to impress me and had showed up in a flashy car he had borrowed from Jinxx.  He was wearing black jeans and a band t shirt with a suit jacket that had the sleeves rolled up.  His hair was shorted then; styled to flop over to one side of his head with the other side shaved.  He had both his lip and nose ring in that evening.  He ended up taking me to a fancy restaurant.  The place was beautiful but I remember noticing how out of place he seemed.  At the end of the date he had dropped me back home and I remember him giving me the sweetest kiss before he said his goodbyes.  That night I remember laying bed running scenarios of the future through my head.  All of them starring the beautiful, handsome man.

I pulled my eyes away from the picture and moved along to study the others.  Selfies and candid’s from our many dates littered the pages.  Turning the page my eyes welled up coming across the picture that was taken of us when Andy proposed.  It was a beautiful event he set up.  He got his whole band in on it and they put on a private concert for just me.  At the very end of “Rebel Love Song,” Andy came down off the stage and proposed.  He had his crew from tour around the venue in various places so we were able to get very unique and beautiful pictures of when it happened.  I said yes of course.

The photo neatly beside of our engagement photos was one of our many wedding photos.  That day was one of the happiest days of my life.  We were only engaged for a short time; only about 10 months.  I remember being so giddy for the wedding.  My dress was gorgeous.  It was long and flowy with lace sleeves.  The neckline was sweetheart but with a lace overlay that continued up a few inches.  My hair had been curled and simple that day with half up and half down.  I remember feeling like a true princess.  Andy looked dapper that day as well wearing a black tux with scull cufflinks and black bow tie.  His hair had grown a bit and was just the right amount of big and his eyes were etched with black around the edges.  He was stunning that day.  His vows sent me in to a tizzy of tears and, to this day, I swear I saw him tear up when I read mine.  When it had come time to say “I do,” Andy through his personal touch by throwing a fuck in there.  It was one of the best days of my life.

I flipped through the rest of the wedding photos and began flipping pages.  I knew I was getting to the good part and readjusted my feet under me and pulled the blanket I was wrapped in a little closer.  I flipped a few more pages that had photos from our time being married to when we found out I was pregnant.  I smiled at the memory.  Andy was… shocked.  It had been unplanned and was incredibly unexpected.  He got more and more excited though as I began to show and when the baby finally arrived, I know he cried.  Our little girl, Stella May Biersack, was beautiful and the best thing that happened to us.  I remember hearing her cries for the first time and falling in love.  She was so precious.  Andy was speechless and then as soon as he cut the umbilical cord and she was placed in his arms, I knew I loved him even more, seeing him holding our baby girl.  I can see it so clearly in my mind.  He pulled her close and held her tightly and between tears I remember him quietly whispering to her “I’m never going to let you go, I’m going to protect you forever, I am your daddy, baby girl, I love you so much” and other sweet things at her small form cuddled against his chest.  I will never forget that moment.  I whipped the tears from my eyes that were now pooling over and looked up to see Andy walking through the door of our house with Stella May holding his hands.  I smiled and greeted the pair with my tear filled eyes.

“How was the park, my loves?” I ask them. Quickly whipping away the tears before they attack my eyeliner.

“It was SO good! I saw birds and swinged and slided and there was a dog too!” Stella May who was now three yelled as she slung off her coat and shoes.  Her bright blue eyes, which she clearly got from her father, were shining brightly and her long brown hair was waving around her.  I walked over to hug her and give her a kiss on the head before turning to Andy.

“We had a great time, didn’t we Stell?”Andy asked wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead.  “Now how about you go wash up and put your coat away so we can go get some pizza with Mommy?” Andy suggested with the tilt of his head.

The little girl bounded away singing a song she made up about birds.  Once she turned the corner I looked back to my handsome husband.

“Now are you going to tell me why you’re crying? Do I need to go beat someone up?” He asked only half kidding.

“I was going through our photo album and just remembering all the amazing memories.” I said kissing his lips.  “I love you so much Andy and I don’t know where I would be without you and Stella.” I said wrapping my hands around his neck and kissing him again.

           Andy pulled me closer, and whispered in my ear, “With you, I’m home.  I love you.” Before gingerly kissing my nose.  We stayed in each other’s arms a moment before Stella barged back in.

           “PIZZA TIME!” She yelled as she ran in putting on her shoes.  Andy and I separated and got ready, his words never leaving me.  I was home. 

(I wish I could say I wrote this, But this just came in as a welcoming submission by one of our new Admins! Surprise lovelies, we now have two added to the team! ^-^ A Round of applause for one of their new works :DDD) 

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watchhowitriumph asked: Something kinky with Chanyeol 😊

I graduated a few weeks ago and actually thought of this right before my graduation ceremony.

Summary: Graduation day was better than you expected

Idol: Park Chanyeol (Exo)

Genre: fluff(?), smut

Word count: 2,064

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

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Cheater Cheater Part Two //LH

rating: sfw 

You saw y/n’s side, now here’s Luke’s.

ONCE AGAIN, IF NOBODY REQUESTS A PART 3, THERE WILL BE NO PART 3. I WANT PEOPLE TO ACTUALLY ENJOY THIS, SO IF NOBODY REQUESTS I’LL TAKE IT AS A SIGN TO STOP LOL. THANKS TO THOSE WHO REQUESTED, ENJOY!! 

part one

Lukes pov. 


I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. This was never my intention. All of this was one big mistake. And after that night on Halloween, when y/n found me cheating, I tried so damn hard to win her back. 



A few months prior we’d signed with new management. They thought things with y/n we’re going too well. That we weren’t getting enough attention or something I don’t even know. What does that have to do with my music? They told me about arzaylea, how I’d take a few photos and stuff, stir some things up. I was gonna talk to y/n that night before the party, but it never came up. I left her to film and when I went to the party Arz was there. We took a few pictures and before I knew it, her lips were on mine. When I saw y/n there with tears in her eyes I didn’t even know what to do. What do you even say to the girl you’re in love with? Like hey I’m sorry another girls tongue was down my throat? I kissed back. I’m an asshole. 



I tried. I tried for months to get her back, all while pr made it look like me and Arz were dating. I saw she finally posted on YouTube, and of course it was a video on me. I still haven’t watched it, it’d be too much to handle. 

Yes, technically I’m still with Arzaylea. Do I have a choice? Probably. Have I done anything about it? Nope, because what can I do? There’s contracts and meetings and deadlines and drama that I wish never existed. I wish y/n was there, holding me and kissing me softly telling me something stupid to take my mind off it it. But every morning when I wake up, it’s not her anymore. 

I know of the drama Arzaylea has caused, I know it’s all to stir the pot a bit. What sucks is not only have fans left my side, I’ve lost the absolute love of my life. But according to management, things are going well. We have the attention now. I just don’t know what to do anymore. 



When I heard about our meeting with y/n and Sierra today, I nearly shit myself. I changed about four times before looking acceptable. “Mate what are you even doing? You have a girlfriend and y/n probably gives no fucks as to what you’re wearing” Calum said. He’s always cared for her as much as I did. I wonder if they still talk. I flipped him off before getting in the car and that’s where we are now: me sitting at a table waiting for a girl whose heart I broke to sit down and talk about things as if nothing’s ever happened. As if we are just all clients and partners. 



I was snapped out of my thoughts when the door opened and Jordan, their manager walked in followed by Sierra and y/n. 

Wow did she look amazing. She was even more fit than I remember, her long candy pink hair was now mid length and a nice light brown with messy curls. She was wearing a sweater that had NO FILTER scribbled across the center of it with black jeans and boots. She was as stunning as ever. She made eye contact with me but before I could even offer a smile she averted her attention to her feet, before shuffling to sit down. 

She stayed quiet the entire time as everyone talked. It was decided we’d do what we used to do, like what we had done when we first met. We’d film videos and hang just like the old times. In addition they’d choreograph some dances to our newer songs and post those as well. Promote future songs. My management team thought that it would be good extra drama now that y/n and I have been broken up. Sierra and y/n both looked uncomfortable, but who can blame them? When everything was decided, our managers shook hands as y/n stood up as soon as she could. She was out of the door before anyone could even say anything else. I frowned softly but got butterflies at the thought of getting to spend time with her again. As soon as I could, I pulled out my phone and checked her social media. Woah.. 9 million Instagram followers? I scrolled through her feed and saw posts that primarily consisted of her and another guy. My heart dropped before I realized I had no right to be upset. I simply clicked the tag and saw his name was Alex, and he dances with the girls. Just friends apparently. I instantly relaxed before going on YouTube. 

I held my breath as I searched for the video I thought I’d never watched. 



MY BREAKUP. 



I clicked on it gently before waiting for it to load. 



“Hey guys” she sniffled. 



This was a bad idea. 



Her hair was now faded pink, clear this was a few weeks after our breakup

. 

“A lot of you have been asking about Luke and this other girl” she tried to compose herself. 



“God I’m sorry I told myself no more tears” she tried to joke wiping her eyes. 


I hate when she cries. And it’s because of me. 



“But yeah, basically we were all going to a party and I met up with him later. When I found him he was with another girl” she said calmly. 

“This video is in no way supposed to spread hate to them, or be some sort of revenge. You’re all my family and you deserve the right to know” she spoke composing herself. 



Even when she’s mad at me she still told them not to send hate. How wonderful it must be to be able to share everything with your fans. Not have to fake things and seem like the bad guy. Well, I am the bad guy. I still hurt her but you know what I mean. I closed the app before wiping the tears I didn’t know I had. I was disrupted by a text message. 



Arzaylea: hey we still up for tonight right?

I typed a quick yes before instantly regretting it. 

See, Luke. This is why you fuck things up. Why’d you say yes? I sighed softly. God I’m a mess. But tomorrow I will get to see y/n again and who knows what’ll happen?

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I hope that one day you will forgive me for this. I know that what I am about to do will most likely make you hate me. I just want you to know though Papa, I didn’t mean it when I told you that you were a terrible father. You weren’t I was just angry, I also want you to know that it wasn’t your fault that mama died. I know you blamed yourself, and I know that you always felt that she would have been better off without having ever met you. I saw too though the love you had for her. When we would sit up late at night in your office and flip through the photo albums of you and mama. I heard the love in your voice when you would recall the time you had with her. I saw the quite smiles, and the shining tears. I know all of this, and this is what I want for myself as well.