i wonder if he still remembers me

Remembrance {Part VI}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Here we go! Hopefully part 6 is good!)

Plot Summary: Cassian Andor is a salesman for Valley Tech, a company specializing in selling various computer parts to other companies. You’re the receptionist for Valley Tech, with a little crush on your coworker. Little do you know, Cassian has known you longer than you can even remember. And he’s going to help you get those memories back.

Originally posted by hermiunes

“Don’t leave me… Please…”

“I won’t. I won’t.”

I won’t.

Those words echoed in his thoughts every night. Your body held against his in a desperate embrace. Your soft fingers against his calloused, war-plagued hands. He didn’t ever feel like he deserved such wonder. He thought he was dreaming before, when you chose him.

You promised him you wouldn’t leave him. He had you. You were the only thing he knew would still be there when he returned to his home. To you.

But it’s all gone now.

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when i was like 14, i once wore contact lenses instead of glasses to school bc i had just learned how to put them on and i wanted to show them to my friends right, and this one guy goes and tells me “i thought girls were supposed to become beautiful when they stopped wearing glasses. something obviously went wrong with you” and that was??? so incredibly rude i wanted to cry but i just stood there not knowing what to say bc i honestly thought we were friends

but the girl sitting in front of him (who was also his crush, mind u) hears him and turns around with the most disgusted expression on her face, and calls him out on it like “omg i cant believe you said that have you even seen yourself in a mirror you have no right to tell her shit” and then she turns to me and says “dont listen to him, you look gorgeous with or without glasses” and she probably already forgot about that but i always remember it whenever i feel self-conscious about myself

so the moral of the story is: if u see someone being a jerk to someone else, dont laugh along and call them out on it. stick together and bring all the fuckboys down

I put my makeup on, I dried my hair, I stared into the mirror.

I thought about my person—the person my future is waiting to give me. I wondered how they would fit against my body, how their words would complement my voice, how their soul would intricately weave into mine. I looked at my reflection, all dim hope and the glint of sharp sadness in my eyes. I thought of the boy from my past. I remembered the way he looked at me, the way our thoughts followed the same winding paths. I realized no one else makes sense like he did. Like he still does. 


I put my shoes on, I grabbed my keys. My future is seventy miles away and two years behind me, but I’ll pretend it isn’t.

—  i’m still so fucking haunted by him. is that supposed to mean something?

You guys remember after he hugged the absolute shit out of her, what happened after… cause it was my favorite part and the most unexpected, most wonderful aspect of The Hug. 

It destroyed my heart and and my feels with just the abolute beauty of it. 

It was this..

I mean the man cried and nuzzled her shoulder like a puppy. He was just so overcome by seeing her that he just couldn’t control his emotions and was comp0letly overwhelmed by them. It was so unexpected and just so damn beautiful to see this. 

And then she lifts his face to look at at at him and has the sappiest love of love i’ve ever seen. I mean that lhuge intake of breath as he stares at her. Do I have a close up of that stored in here somewhere?

Just take a good look at that guys. That hand on her face as she looks at him,  that slight back and forth movement of his head. Tell me again they don’t love each other. Tell me when you look at that face of his and tell me hes not in love with the woman. 

Tell me and watch me laugh at you haha.

And just imagine how he’s gonna look at her when he sees her again. After everything that has happened to him since he last saw her. Just imagine how he is going to look at her then. 

Just imagine it.. and feel the feels :D

(btw gifs are not mine and I apologize I don’t remember whose they are but credit to them)

Teddy bear

(A/N): That awkward moment when you too, sleep with a stuffed animal. That even more awkward moment when It’s a stuffed animal of your favorite character. 

Request:  I have a request! I’m 19 and I still sleep with a stuffed animal. I get teased about it, but it’s like a security thing for me! so maybe that with Bucky and the team kinda makes you feel bad about it and Bucky knows, and one night you don’t sleep with it, and he wonders why? x thanks!

Warnings: none


Originally posted by the-dark-overlord-of-all

   You’d always, always slept with a stuffed animal. For as long as you could remember you always had to have that safety with you, that comfort that sleeping with some plush toy would bring. You did feel a little silly to be this old and still sleep with a stuffed animal but you didn’t dwell to much on the matter, well, not until today at least. 

   You’d been having a pretty damn good day, you kicked ass during training, you’d gotten a nice warm shower and now you were simply sitting around with your teammates, talking about everything and nothing at once. You were actually enjoying the presence of people for once until Tony ‘let’s make everyone feel awful about themself’ Stark had to exploit you. 

   “Didn’t know such a badass would have such strange sleeping habits,” Tony begins, raising his eyebrows at you suggestively. The team all turns to look at you, confusion evident on their features. 

   “What do you mean-” Nat begins when Tony cuts her off, telling the whole team about your ‘sleeping situation’.

   “I just think it’s a little strange that (Y/N), a grown ass shield agent sleeps with a stuffed animal is all,” Tony smiles smugly and you can almost feel your heart stop. All the other Avengers turn to look at you, expressions of surprise and oncoming mock overtaking their faces. 

   “Oh my god,” Clint whispers in disbelief, “Do you really?” Tony nods, confirming that you indeed do. 

   “Got a cute little bow and everything,” The team tries not to smile, you can see it. They’re all holding back their taunts and cackles, their lips quivering as they attempt to not laugh. Clint was the first to break, a small chuckle falling from his lips. This then triggered Steve to laugh, and then Sam, and then Nat, and then Thor, and so on. Soon the entire team was laughing at you muttering stuff like, ‘Oh my god, I can’t believe you,’ or ‘it’s humbling to know you’re not such a badass after all,’. 

   You bury your face in your hands, your cheeks burning and your lip quivering as shame and embarrassment get the better of you. With the team laughing around you, essentially mocking you for your strange ways, it was a little hurtful to say the least. Wasn’t this supposed to be a judge-free team or some shit like that? And here they were, judging you for having a little security in your life. You can feel all eyes on you and you want to die of embarrassment, you had all the Avengers staring at you, making fun of you. Well, everyone but Bucky. He just watched helplessly as everyone teased you and made fun of you, wishing nothing more than to help you, to stop them from taunting you. 

   You want to leave the room, go and lock yourself in your bedroom to feel sad but you know that if you leave the room you’ll just get teased more so instead you stay, staying sitting as everyone makes fun of you. 


   When the Avengers all went to bed you were more than grateful to get away from their incessant taunting. Since Tony spilled the beans you’d been the but of everyone’s joke the entire evening, not once did someone miss the chance to call you out on your silly habits. So that night you went to bed, feeling like complete and utter shit. 

  You eye your bed and the stuffed animal that laid upon it. Everyone’s taunts come back to mind and you feel awful once again. You throw back your covers, not even bothering to grab the stuffed animal that had fallen to the floor. If they wanted to make fun of you, sure they could but you weren’t going to give them any more reason to. They made fun of you for sleeping with a stuffed animal then you weren’t going to sleep with a stuffed animal. Simple as that. Or so you thought it would be…

   You couldn’t sleep properly without something in your arms, without something to give you that sense of security but you would refuse to give in, refuse to continue to be the butt of everyone’s jokes. So instead you powered through, refusing to even acknowledge the stuffed animal on your floor. 

   It was when 3 o’clock rolled around and you still hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep is when you gave up. You rose from your bed, carefully walking over to your bedroom door and not so quietly opened it. You didn’t care if you woke anyone else up, after all the were the reason you were up at 3 in the morning. 

   You meander into the living room, expecting it to be empty but you as you stepped foot into the room you realized you had been wrong. There, sitting on the couch in a sort of daze was Bucky. The TV before him was droning on about some new weight loss product but Bucky was only half paying attention, instead focused on his own thoughts as per usual. 

  You really didn’t want to face more ridicule or rejection so with a soft sigh you turn on your heel and go to leave the room when Bucky’s quiet voice stops you. 

   “(Y/N)? What are you doing up?” You internally curse yourself for thinking you could outwit the supersolider before turning around, putting on a fake smile. 

   “I couldn’t really sleep,” You shrug your shoulders lightly, hoping he didn’t press the matter further. 

   “You usually sleep like the dead,” Bucky notes as he stares at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. “And now you’re having sleeping problems…?” You bite your lip as you attempt to come up with a legitimate reason but by the time you’ve come up with an elaborate lie Bucky is already talking again. “It’s because of earlier today, right?” Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He’d figured it out. 

   You sigh softly, hanging your head in shame. 

   “Y-yeah…” You whisper so quietly you’re actually surprised Bucky can hear you. 

   “It’s a security thing…” He notes softly, “You’re not gonna be able to sleep without it,” 

   “I know, I just-” You sigh once again, resting your head against the frame of the door as you do so. “I just don’t want to be the butt of everyone’s jokes, it’s not exactly the most pleasant experience.” Bucky nods in understanding, his lips pursed as he thinks. “Plus, it was time I stopped sleeping with that old thing, act my age right?” You chuckle nervously at your words but end up wincing at the sound of your shaky voice. Bucky shrugs his shoulders, his eyes still glued to your form. 

   “If you want…” Bucky trails off for a moment, seemingly getting lost in his thoughts before he starts back up again. “If you want you can come hang out with me.” Bucky gives you a shy smile and you’d be lying if it didn’t make you feel a little weak in the knees. “I don’t sleep much anyways,” You nod your head (maybe a little too quickly) but Bucky either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care because he doesn’t mention it. His smile grows a little and as you sit right next to him his smile only grows more. Sure, you could have sat a little farther away from him but he just looked…inviting? Comfy? Safe? 

   Bucky doesn’t seem to mind this close proximity, in fact he even pulls you a bit closer by placing his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Now you’re nearly sitting on his lap, his arms loosely resting around your waist as his face rests against your back. 

   Bucky being affectionate was no secret or surprise, the man constantly needed affection to reaffirm that he was here and not locked in some Hydra facility in the middle of nowhere. Hell, you’d been on the receiving end of this many times but something about it this time felt…different. There was a certain safety and comfort you got from sitting with Bucky. The way his arms felt around you, the feeling of his face pressed against your back, it was somewhat reminiscent of the safety your stuffed animal had brought you. Only now this safety belonged to none other than Bucky Barnes himself. 

  You exhale softly as you unconsciously nuzzle back against him, the overwhelming feeling of safety urging you to move closer. 

   “Comfy?” Bucky asks quietly and his voice suddenly sounds a hell of a lot tireder than it did a few moments ago. You were in fact comfy, but not like you usually were. You needed to hold something in your arms, have that pleasant weight settled in your embrace. 

   “Actually-” You pause as you bit your lip, contemplating if you really wanted to ask the ex- winter soldier if he wanted to be little spoon. “Um- nevermind, it was stupid,” You dismiss your thoughts, waving them away as though they were nothing. 

  “Wait,” Bucky whispers as he nuzzles against you. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,” 

   “Oh my god,” You breathe out as you playfully smack his forearms. “Stop and I’ll tell you,” Bucky immediately shuts up, his lips practically zipping shut as soon as the words fly from your mouth. You sigh once again, your nerves almost getting the better of you. “It’s just- it’s that I’m used to having something to hold so I was wondering if…” You trail off as you bite at your nails, hoping Bucky got the drift. 

   “Wait…you want me to be the little spoon?” Bucky asks quietly. You nod your head, your cheeks damn near burning at the question. 

   “Y-Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble or anything…” Before you even finish your statement Bucky has flipped the two of you over, leaving you to be the big spoon, as you had requested. Bucky nuzzles into your neck, lazily wrapping his arms around your body as he does so. You in return rest your chin atop his head while running your fingers through his soft hair.

    Cuddling with Bucky was far more pleasant than anything you’d ever experienced, the constant warmth radiating off of him, the pleasant weight of his body settled by yours, it was so relaxing and soothing that you didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until you woke up the next morning. Who know Bucky Barnes would become your personal teddy bear. 

~Extended Ending~

   “Where the hell is (Y/N)?” Tony yells as he marches down the hall, having searched every room in the facility. He needed (Y/N) for some research and he couldn’t find them anywhere. They hadn’t left the facility because they had to punch in a code to leave, which they hadn’t. So either (Y/N) had suddenly become an excellent hacker or they were hiding somewhere in the facility. Tony was gearing up to yell again when Steve’s quiet voice stopped him, 

   “Be quiet,” He warns, smiling fondly at the clump of bodies on the couch. “They’re sleeping,” Tony looks down at what Steve was looking at and he was more than a little surprised at what he found. (Y/N) and Bucky were curled up together, their limbs tangled in a mess of Agent and Supersoldier but what was even more surprising was the faint smiles that both cuddle parties had on their faces. 

  Tony scoffs softly, shaking his head in disbelief. 

   “Who knew the Winter Soldier was the little spoon,” 

Can’t Stand You Pt. 3

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Admin K: since this was another personal series of mine, I usually write pretty long stories and it goes on forever :) (like 30 parts) if people still wanted to request for pt 4 I will make this series much shorter (maybe..15 parts?) so that you guys can read it without getting bored. anyways, hope you like this part! 

genre: au (badboy vernon x reader)

word count: 1, 625

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I don’t have the exact date, but this month marks 1 year of me working out (almost consistently). Yes, I did miss a few days because I was lazy or sick, but no one is perfect. I used a workout plan my wonderful boyfriend, Andrew, spent 3 hours making. He did his research on Crohn’s and arthritis and helped develop a plan that would be safe on my body but still push me.

My workout journey wasn’t about weight loss, in fact in was about weight gain. With Crohn’s I lose weight very easily. In the 2016 photos I weight about 100 pounds, in the 2017 photos I weighed 109 which is a big deal for me. It’s important to remember that gaining weight is good and that it doesn’t mean fat, it can mean muscle since muscle is more dense and takes up less space on the body. My journey was about getting healthy and taking care of the body I had. I’ve talked about my body dysmorphia in the past and how I’ve struggled to love my body because of Crohn’s. Working out really helped me connect with my body, feel better physically and mentally, and help me get to a more comfortable place where I felt like my body was mine.

Working out was also a victory for me. I’ve been in a hospital basically my entire life and when I wasn’t, I was essentially bed ridden. When playing sports I was always the last person to finish anything. I thought with my Crohn’s disease and chronic body pain that I’d never be able to be someone who ever really loved fitness (I was incredibly wrong). I’m so blessed I have the energy now, that working out has increased, that I can care for this body that I’m in.

There are contributing factors to my body change such as cutting out meat and processed foods, increasing my water intake, eating healthier foods even though I hated them (looking at you quinoa) but I guess besides sharing this victory I just wanted to remind people of a few things whether you deal with chronic pain like I do or you struggle with body image: you can find that rhythm and a workout that works for you, you can push through the pain and feel better, GAINING WEIGHT IS NOT A BAD THING, your body will change and you can get to a place of peace with it.

I just wanted to celebrate that victory with you guys. Thanks again to everyone who’s supported me with eating right and working out and once again thank you to Andrew for really kickstarting all of this because he knew I wanted to make a change and be happier. Here’s to another year of kicking butt.

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“It was Sunday night, June 4th 1972. I remember the date because I had just been to my first rock concert. I was fourteen and my two best friends and I saw the Rolling Stones. My mom thought it was dangerous for us to wait for the bus at night, so after the concert, she drove down the hill to pick us up and brought us back to The Crisis Clinic where we would be safe with her and Ted.  I was baffled by Ted’s refusal to meet my gaze. Ted got up to greet us, and I remember standing there with my friends as my mom introduced us. Someone mentioned that Stevie Wonder had opened for the Stones and Ted asked, “Do they still call him little Stevie Wonder?” He smiled, but he ducked his head and looked down. I was immediately aware that something was amiss… I just thought it was off that he would not look at me.” 

Bundy avoided looking at Leslie as his urges to kill were overpowering. He knew he could not risk harming the daughter of his friend, Anne Rule. Leslie and her friends even had long hair, parted in the middle which was a common characteristic amongst all of Bundy’s victims. 

Although Leslie was astonished by Bundy’s behaviour, she had no idea that he would soon become one of history’s most prolific serial killers. 

-Leslie Rule’s experience with Ted Bundy (daughter of Anne Rule) 

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This moment… was far too real. It’s been nearly eight years since my dad passed away and I’m still in this place.

I hate thinking about my dad. I loved him so much. He was my idol, my everything, and then one day he was gone. It’s been eight years and I still think it’s my fault. I still wonder if I could have changed everything.

I still can’t remember what my last words to him were, but I know they weren’t “I love you”… And I wish so, so much that they were.

Everyday who he was is in my thoughts and influences who I am. Gives me strength and comfort and reason to be. I remember so much, so clearly.

But I’m still afraid to truly think about you.

I’m so sorry.

I love you.

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This post surely gave his Hailangs some heart palpitations, but it wasn’t meant for them. It was meant just for you. Mornings with him are some of your fondest memories. Even though he hates waking up, once he found you in his arms a small smile would still lift the corners of his mouth and his hold on you would tighten. You remember that this would almost inevitably press you against his morning wood and he, without any sense of shame, would move even closer and let his hand slip under your clothes. “Help me, baobei. I want you.” His soft sleepy smile so quickly would be replaced with a sneaky grin before he pulled you on top of him. What wonderful mornings those were. Bed sheets would end up strewn over the floor, covering the few pieces of clothing you’d worn to bed. He’d end up closing his eyes and meeting each of your movements as you fucked yourself down on him. He knew exactly what he was doing to you when he posted that picture.

- Admin J

In a world of our own - Dean Winchester x Reader (x Jensen Ackles)

Title: In a world of our own

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None

Summary: Dean knows you very well in his world, although there are parts to you that leave him wondering if there is more to your life than what you let show. That you are not what they believe, and he gets to realize a lot when he meets the other you. Jensen’s wife.

“I still don’t get it.” Dean grumbled, running a frustrated hand through his hair “Isn’t that Misha dude supposed to bedead? I mean he looked very much dead to me last time.”

“Yeah but- but isn’t everything else weird to you? I mean even- even the driver, Clint- no, Clif- don’t you remember him… looking a little bit different?”

“Different how?” he raised an eyebrow as they both made their way to Jared’s house.

“Different, Dean! Different! Like- like this house! Was Jared’s house this way last time we were here? Or- or the director, do you remember him? He was completely different, not- not like this! I am telling you something is up! Something big!”

“Yeah well frankly I don’t give a crap about it anymore! Because yes there is something big and-” Dean took a look around him, an eyebrow raising “It’s apparently not this house” he trailed off “Wasn’t it freaking different the previous time?” he mumbled and Sam gave him a look of ‘I-told-you-so’.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying! Something is not right here, and it’s starting to scare me! Who knows what we’ll come across now!”

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the seventh entry in the red leatherbound notebook:

Reread the entry from the other day and disturbed myself. Shouldn’t go on like this. Need to stop thinking about death so much. The last few mornings I’ve bought hot breakfasts from the vendor down the road, and sat somewhere shady along the canal to watch the deckhands work. I’ve decided that the sand in my feet and the abandoned shop is probably not a dream, but if it is, it’s a pleasant one.

I remember a deckhand I met in the neighborhood of the Hound Pits Pub, when I was eighteen or nineteen and still an unknown name in Dunwall. Morlish, I figured, from the sound of him, with a wicked gleam in his eye. I’d just killed an Overseer and I had that youthful itch to feel alive, so I let him have his fill of me until I got the taste of death out of my mouth. Good hands. Would have made a good Whaler. I wonder where he is now.

I wonder where a lot of people are. It’s too peaceful at night here when I try to sleep, and in the quiet my mind drifts to where the other Whalers have gone. I made as many assurances for them as I could before I left, but there’s no guaranteeing anything. Dunwall will still swallow some of them up. Galia and Rinaldo I’m sure are fine. Quinn and Rickard are probably dead. Thomas will be able to hold the rest together for a while, but eventually too many will leave, and he’ll look for work that doesn’t get him killed.

And Billie - Billie’s better off without me. Sometimes I think I was holding her back. By the time she met me I’d gotten used to vanishing into the night, to leaping between buildings. I was special. I didn’t try. Billie did the same things on the vinegar of her force of will. She was better. She deserved better. I hope she finds it somehow.

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I haven’t been able to wear my blue dress without thinking of you. It’s like part of you was woven into the fabric the first time we kissed with the rain turning from a drizzle to a downpour outside our little bubble of warmth. Any time I slip it on I remember you holding my hand and kissing me so gently and sweetly.

I still laugh when I remember how I messed up our first kiss by turning my face just as you were leaning in. We were nervous and you were so wonderful to me. That was a kiss worth the wait.


When I went out to dinner with a maybe-more-than-friend I considered wearing the dress, but I just couldn’t do it. I knew if I wore it I’d spend the evening reliving our conversations in my thoughts and feeling the ghost of your hand in mine while he smiled at me and flirted from across the table. That wasn’t something I could do to him or myself. I left the dress in my closet, and yet the memories still clung to me like a cardigan.


By now you’ve been through another girlfriend, and the only thing I’ve been able to think about all evening is whether or not you still hold the taste of my lips on your tongue. Did you remember me when holding her? Is there a shirt hanging in your closet that she never saw because you wore it when you were with me? Did you really love me, or was I just one stop on your bus line of stolen hearts?


I’m afraid of your answers, but there is a blue dress with a sailboat pattern hanging in my closet that demands to know.

—  Excerpt from Love Letters to Burn, C.D. (chickadeeburns)

Re-watching TST to catch of still of a different moment, but I saw this and wondered if anyone had addressed it yet?

This is in reference to the things Moriarty has been up to before his death. He was involved in a chemical weapons factory in North Korea. Chemical Weapons. Remember this is in Sherlock’s mind and he still believes the ‘Miss Me’ is some how connected to Moriarty. However, its not. Its connected to his forgotten sister- but Sherlock’s subconscious is dropping clues. Chemical weapons. The source of the trigger. Sherlock was likely drugged as a child to forget something terrible (as TLD’s theme tells us). He is beginning to put the pieces together here, but he still isn’t consciously aware of it. At least, thats how I read this. Tagging a few people who may have additional thoughts

@deducingbbcsherlock @tjlcisthenewsexy @monikakrasnorada @gosherlocked @the-7-percent-solution @ebaeschnbliah @may-shepard @yan-yae

Think of Me

Title: Think of Me 

Character and Song Choice: Sam—Think of Me. This will be one of six stories inspired by songs from ‘The Phantom of the Opera’.  Each will be a different song and a different character from Supernatural and how their relationship is with you, and will be pretty agnsty.  See the links below for the other five stories. 

Summary: You had spent a wonderful year with Sam, as he took off time from hunting.  But when he decides he needs to get back to work, you wonder if he will even remember you now that he is gone.  But not only did he remember you, he never stopped loving you.   

Warnings: Angst.   

Tags: @grace-for-sale, @lucifer-in-leather, @percywinchester27, @thewicked-end, @chaos-and-the-calm67, @nerdwholikesword

Let me know if you want added to a character/story/forever tag list :D

 Check out the other stories for: Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer

 

Originally posted by pagingdoctorsaxxy

Think of me, think of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.

 

You watched from the door as Sam packed up his clothes in a duffle bag.  He said he needed to go to help his brother, that if he could, he would be back soon.  But you knew better.  If he was planning on being back soon, he wouldn’t be packing all of his clothes. You knew that this was going to be a final goodbye, no matter how much you didn’t want it to be.  

 

Remember me, once in a while, please promise me you’ll try.

 

He put the last of his clothes in his duffle and zipped it up.  Sam quickly looked around the room once again, making sure he didn’t miss anything, as you struggled to keep the tears at bay.  You wouldn’t cry…you wouldn’t let yourself give into that despair…not until Sam was gone.  He turned back to you and gave you a sad smile.  

 

When you find, that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free.

 

“Come here…”  He said, holding a hand out to you.  

You were quick to take his hand before burying yourself into his chest, holding him close.  You took a deep breath, trying to memorize his smell, his touch, how he felt against you.

“I promise, next time I come through, I will be right here.”  He said softly, kissing your head.  

 

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Gently pulling yourself upright and cringing around the pain in your torso, you settled against your pillow and glanced to the dozing speedster sitting next to your gurney before whispering, “Bare…” 

Seconds later Barry stirred; blinking and slowly lifting his stare until his tired eyes found yours. And as if the sun had finally risen in his dark world, he lifted his head and smiled at the realization that you were awake.

“Hey…” He started as he wiped at his eyes and leaned forward, his tone thick from sleep. “I was wondering when you were gonna wake up.”

Sorry…” You breathed, still working around the pain shooting through your cracked ribs. You didn’t remember much but you definitely recalled something about a meta-human kidnapping you for leverage and your oh so heroic Flash speeding headlong into danger to rescue you. “I guess I gave you a pretty big scare, huh?”

“Enough to give me a heart attack…” Barry gruffed as he stretched his long legs out and tilted back in his chair. Briefly flashing his teeth, his eyes continued searching your face until he finally said, “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“Thanks to you…”

(X) (~♫♪~) (Go Back to Part: I)

*Imagine Barry being the first person you see after waking up in the hospital*

Request: Yo! Can I get an imagine where you are hurt and in the hospital and barry is there and hes the first person to see you after you wake up and he’s really worried about you?

Request: I was wondering if I could get your beautiful face to write me a Barry Allen imagine where the reader gets hurt by a meta human and Barry stays with her due to being worried about her. Sorry if it doesn’t make senese. I really love your blog!

INFAMOUS

Originally posted by burningitup

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Genre: Pretty much everything fluff, angst - whatever it is Including smut of course

Word Count: 1.622

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While I am facing the cracked screen of my phone still laying on the ground someone picks it up.

When look up to face who picked it…

I look at the small hand and follow to see the owner. When I recognize those very familiar sharp shaped dark eyes looking at me a wave of shock hits through.

“Park Jimin”

I whisper, not being able to take my eyes off of the gorgeous man in dark blue outfit. Wondering if he will remember me. Wondering if Jimin will remember the girl who used to like him but only has been made fun of by him.

We used to go to the same school. I was studying writing and dance while he was studying acting and dance. Our dance classes were the same. The first time I saw him dance and move his body in the most elegant way possible I started to feel things for him. Well… I wasn’t the only one of course. Literally all the girls around school had a thing for him and Jimin was using it pretty well. I never confessed as I knew he was a player but he obviously knew I liked him. Somehow he made fun of me in front of all those people and that was it for me. It was the end of Park Jimin for me…

But now why does he show up like this out of nowhere? When my name falls from those lucious lips of his in surprise I realize he actually remembers.

In utter shock I keep looking at him. Jimin casually hands me the phone as he playfully smirks.

“This looks bad… You probably will need to change it.”

He seems damn fine but I just can’t give in after what happened back then. I had no intention to make myself easy to reach for him. I grab my phone and look at him with a poker face.

“Thanks… Like I need to know that”

Before I take a mere step he gently holds my arm.

“Hey don’t be like this. You know those days are gone and we both grow up, right?”

Trying to keep calm and not do anything stupid I nod rather blank, saying

“I still need to go”

He lets my arm go as I fake a smile. I simply walk away but still unable get over the fact I meet him after an a half year. Before I realize I already am standing in front of the meeting room. I reach for the doorknob only to find out my palms are sweating like crazy. I just take a deep breath and rub my hands against each other to make it go away.

I walk in he is the first one I notice. JungKook is fixing is fluffy hair as he studies the script. In a plain white t-shirt, black hair parted and fallen freely to sides, JungKook is chewing the pen between his bunny teeth. He looks so innocent and damn fine so I can’t help but smile. Then I realize I keep staring at him like an idiot and I should greet the people already.

I gently bow saying “Hello” and everyone greets me back. JungKook stares at me blankly for a while with a poker face and simply says “Hello” back as I take the seat in front of him. I see YoonGi and SeokJin exchange looks and try to stifle their laughs. Feeling embarassed I look down.

There is a soft knock on the door. Ceo, therefore invited in whoever it is. Upon seeing the blonde guy I curse myself as I forget all about Jimin. Also, there is a tall, slim girl next to him. She has big eyes which are enchanted by make up perfectly. Her long hair dances as she walks. Crap but… I have to admit she looks beautiful.

The little drop of confidence I had is spilled so that I try to smile and save myself. She greets everyone along with Jimin and smiles.

“I am YeonMi. Its nice to meet you all”

I should have seen this throuble coming. Now there is noway that I have JungKook’s attention. I am lost in my own pitiful thoughts, however Jimin surprises me by sitting next to me. While trying to figure out why he did that I notice the girl takes her place next to JungKook and he smiles at her.

Right then Ceo clears his throat and begins with a dull, serious tone.

“Well… Since you all know we are about to start a big project. All our expectations are high and I hope things will turn out amazing so that we are going to have a block-buster in our hands. Director, sponsor, script-writer, coach… And our beautiful faces…”

He points out the acting team

“I hope we can work well together…And thanks to this girl who came up with this idea and let us to work on it”

Great… Now everyone has their eyes on me, even Jeon JungKook. I shyly smile and nod.

The light pink haired guy who obviously is the coach, speaks up.

“So… You are the one huh? You, NamJoon and I need to spend a lot of time together on the script” he says as he gives me a sweet, recthangular smile.

I smile back as I reply.

“Umm… Isn’t that going to be tiring for you? You will be tutoring the actors too.”

TaeHyung nonchalantly shrugs.

“Thats ok…”

I just want to ask why coach is included in this and only then I figure it out when NamJoon goes on.

“It seems I need to push her further for the expressions.”

Tae clicks his fingers and turns to me again.

“And… Thats exactly why I will be watching out”

I smile and nod. I have no idea what kind of person TaeHyung is but he sure has a different aura.

However being unsure I can tell that I heard Jimin hiss with a low voice.

“I don’t like this”

Afterwards the reading begins. Having no experience in acting JungKook is doing ok.

YoonGi fixes his glasses as he softly speaks.

“JungKook you are the head-role and you need to work hard on this. You just need to follow Tae’s directions well, ok?”

JungKook casually nods and Tae suggests something I just never need.

“That wasn’t bad but YoongGi is right. How about you and YeonMi spend some time together? You should be comfortable around each other when the shooting starts.”

YeonMi eagerly accepts the offer and JungKook agrees. The looks they exchange make my stomach twist. Can this get any worse?

The meeting ends and I am the one to go out last. I grab the script and walk with a blank expression slowly. I hear a soft hiss behind me and when I turn around I see YoonGi.

“Let me guess… You are pissed at Tae?”

I shake my head.

“No, I am not. I really am not. Its just… Was that really necessary?”

YoonGi sighs as he looks at me seriously with those dark eyes.

“It was… If you want this to be successful and want me to keep working with him.”

I sigh in desperation and nod then YoonGi pats me on the shoulder.

“I am sorry but you were the one insisted on him”

He is right. I caused this so I have no other choice but agree it seems. Besides do I even have the right to feel like this? I mean, I am nothing to him. He only looked at me twice and he didn’t even care if I was there or nah. YoonGi leaves quietly and I bit bottom my lip as I turn away.

When I see Jimin making his way towards me from the corner a sudden worry takes over. Did he hear it all? I made sure non of the production team would reveal that I insisted on JungKook and this was actually written for him. I have no idea what I am going to do if Jimin heard it.

Deciding walking away will be too awkward I just stand still. He stops right in front of me, locking eyes with me.

“So it is Jeon, isn’t it?”

I try to act out and fake a smile.

“What are you talking about?”

Jimin gets closer to me that his figure blocks my vision. All I can see is him.

“Don’t fool around sweet thing. I heard everything”

I avoid his stare.

“Uhh…That… Ummm I just thought he would be great for the role.”

Jimin rolls eyes at me as he plays with the pinch of my hair hanging free.

“So thats it you say? Well… I find it hard to believe”

I stutter as I ask why. Jimin keeps speaking with that soft yet low voice.

“I think you have a thing for him… You wouldn’t be this cold to me if you didn’t”

I just can’t say anything back so Jimin goes on.

“And of course it had to be Jeon JungKook… The ever so talented all rounder prince.”

I squint at Jimin.

“Just stop talking nonsense”

When I try to walk away he holds my arm.

“Really ?! I am talking the truth babe. But I won’t just give up like this. I remember how cute you were back then…”

I snap at him.

“Too bad that you realize that right now. Ohh and… I am not playing your game Jimin… I never did”

I just leave like that, not feeling guilty at all. As I make my out of the huge door, a white expensive sport car passes by with a loud roar. I see them for a mere a second yet it is shaking my heart. I shouldn’t be like this but seeing them together…

Stop by my askbox and let me know what you think guys I am just curious so just talk to me, ok?

anonymous asked:

I remember from ancient times there was a fab who asked Yandere Dev about why the rivals had pun names and they seemed sweet. Dev of course was a jackass to them and it just goes to show how much of an ass he is to fans for no reason????? I wonder if that persons still a fan, it just irks me how oblivious his fans are to his bad attitude

anonymous asked:

Here I thought we wouldnt see a certain birthday wish. How inconsiderate of me to even think that! Of course he's going to wish his "wonderful wife" pshh

Hello, sweet anon!

If Jared completely ignored G’s birthday, don’t you think the hets and certain rabid stans would have his head? Nothing he does or leaves undone satisfies these people.

By the way, according to plane anon at spn-gossip, Jared’s plane is in Vancouver. This picture, however, shows a reflection of the photographer and he looks like Jared to me, though it’s very unclear.

So, the way I see it, there are two likely screnarios. Either Jared and G took this picture during the hiatus, before his Hawaii trip, OR G is in Vancouver with Jared. Yeah, right. ;)

Remember, good anon, that words are easy. Writing them is even easier. Still, it feels like he’s running out of praise for his “wife.” Just “wonderful” now, not “amazing, beautiful, silly, awesome” like last year?

Have a lovely day, anon. Don’t let this bring you down.