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“Push” - Part 2

Why do I keep writing imagines that make me cry!? 

PART 1

Originally posted by may85

Y/N’s POV

“Please, don’t ask me anything”, I begged on the phone, “Just say yes”

“Fine”, my cousin sighed, “Just don’t drive at night, okay? You can come in the morning”

“Thank you”, I had called my cousin in Lodi, asking if I could stay at her house for a few days, “I’ll drive safe, don’t worry”

I ended the call and put the phone on my dinner table. I couldn’t stay in Charming another day. No, I wasn’t leaving for good, I just needed a couple of days far from that town, somewhere Filip wouldn’t find me. I didn’t want listen him in that moment. Like he had said, I needed time to calm down and then hear whatever explanation he had to give me.

I skipped lunch and surprised my boss when I entered the office. I asked for a few days off and she wasn’t very happy about it, but understood. I got back home and let my suitcase ready. I forced myself to eat a soup and laid in my dark room. It was early and I wasn’t feeling sleepy, it just wanted to hug the pillow that had his scent.

Chibs’ POV

He drove back to the clubhouse, his hands gripping hard the handlebar and his jaw clenched so tight it hurt. ‘We are done’; her words were repeating on his mind. No, they weren’t done, they couldn’t be. In a short time, Y/N became the most important person to him, she made Chibs fell he had a home to go back.

How she discovered he was married? He knew it was wrong to hide, he should have told her, but… He was feeling like a teenager again, falling in love and planning a future. He shouldn’t do it while he wasn’t single again. He was married to Fiona, but only in paper. Their relationship had died, the only thing in common they had was Kerrianne, their daughter. Jesus! It would be worst when he told Y/N about his kid. Damn! He needed a drink.

Chibs smoothed his hair back, walking to the clubhouse. He didn’t noticed Gemma was there until she got in his way and hold out a hand in front of him, “Boys told me you and Y/N had an argument”

“Not quite”, he grumbled, passing by her. Gemma followed him to the bar.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”, she asked. He reached for a bottle of whisky just to have it taken from his hands.

“I need a drink”, he sighed. Last thing he needed was Gemma acting like his mother. She raised an eyebrow, gazing at him. She poured a glass and he thankfully drank it.

“You get another one after tell me what happened”, she demanded. Chibs sighed and sat on a stool close to her.

Y/N’s POV

I laid in bed thinking about Filip, about our relationship: how it started, the intimacy, how he treated me, how he hold me after a bad day, how much I loved him and had planned a future together.

What would he do after not finding me at home? My heart broke a little more thinking about him worried, imagining thousands things that could have happened. Filip… I would miss him so much!

I was so exhausted that, at some moment, I felt asleep. I woke up and noticed I was a little late for my trip. I had breakfast and grabbed my suitcase, walking to the front door. I opened it and Filip was there, hand in the air, ready to knock. I gasped and he smiled, but then he gazed at the suitcase in my hands and his smile faded.

“Going somewhere lass?”, he swallowed, eyes sad.

Chibs’ POV

Gemma didn’t let him drink more than another glass and sent Chibs back to work. He helped Tig all day, but he wasn’t really there. He closed TM and went to his bedroom, desperate for a bath. Her perfume was still in the air when he entered the room. He opened his drawer and glanced at the mirror. A copy of his marriage license was there. That was how Y/N had discovered he was married. Chibs groaned and took it out, not bothering if it would rip in the middle. He got in the shower and let the hot water fall on his shoulders. He had to talk to her. She would be calm after a night of sleep and would listen him.

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He felt asleep after his bath, laying on his bed wearing only his boxers and breathing her perfume on the sheets. Chibs woke up with the first light in the morning and made coffee before leave the clubhouse. Nobody was around to stop him from going to Y/N’s house. She would start work later and probably was still sleeping. He hopped off his bike and walked to her front door. Before he could knock it opened and his eyes met hers, widen in surprise. He smiled and noticed something on her hand. A suitcase.

His mouth got dry, “Going somewhere lass?”

“Filip, please”, she sighed, “Not now”

“Now I’m Filip again”, he scoffed, “When? When are you going to listen me Love?”

“Could you please not make a scene outside my house?”, she pursed her lips and Chibs smirked.

“Sure”, one hand yanked the suitcase from her hands and the other rested on her waist, making her walk backwards. Chibs closed the door behind him and let her bag fall, “Are you planning to run every time things get hard? ‘Cause if you are, then I shouldn’t be trying so hard to make you listen me, it’s not worth it”

“Why do you want me to stay?”, Y/N opened her arms, cheeks red and Chibs stared at her. She looked beautiful, even with that anger in her eyes and the shadows under them, “You have a wife! Go back to her!”

“I can’t!”, Chibs raised his voice, taking a step forward. Y/N didn’t move an inch, stubborn as only her could be, “I can’t, because she isn’t here! She is in Belfast! And we are married only in paper…For years!”

Y/N opened her mouth, ready to say something, but then closed it, when she understood his words. She swallowed and took a deep breath before speak again, “Why aren’t you divorced yet?”

“Her safety”, Chibs let his shoulders fall. That was the moment he should tell her everything, starting for Kerrianne, “Fiona and Kerrianne’s safety”

“Who is Kerrianne?”, Y/N creased her brow and he pinched his nose before continue.

“My daughter”

Y/N’s POV

“Your what?”, my head was spinning again. I covered my mouth with my hand and turned my back on Filip. I let myself fall on the couch, eyes closed. I felt his hand on my arm and pulled it back.

Filip was at my house again. I could see the shadows under his eyes. His night of sleep must had been as good as mine; only a few hours. He wouldn’t give up, he was trying to talk to me again. He shouldn’t be there, he had a wife.

A woman that was on the other side of the ocean, in Belfast. “We are married only in paper”, he had said. If he wasn’t with her anymore, then why stay married?

“Fiona and Kerrianne’s safety”, he answered. That was when my world turned upside down again. Filip not only had a wife, he had a daughter too.

“Y/N”, he called by my side. My eyes were still closed as my chest was heaving. I was wondering what else the man that I loved was hiding from me.

“I can’t believe it”, I sighed, almost crying. I was so tired, I didn’t had energy to argue anymore. I just wanted him to hug me and tell me it had been only a bad dream.

“You know my story with Jimmy O’Phelan”, I felt Filip sat on the couch and opened my eyes again. His hands were over his knees, quiet. Yes, I knew about Jimmy, his enemy. That man had banished Filip from IRA years ago and that was how my handsome Scotsman had become a member of SAMCRO, “What you don’t know is that he took my family too, after banish me. Fiona and Kerrianne are his guarantee that I…behave. He lives with my wife, he sees my daughter grow. They live like this because of me and, as odd as it sounds, being married with Fiona helps to keep them safe, give them a certain protection that Jimmy can‘t ignore”

“What about love?”, I fought against the tears, looking at some point on the wall in front of me, “Don’t you love each other anymore?”

“It died. This life killed it and I guess we were doomed”, he was sad, I could tell. I wanted to get lost in each other’s arms, but I couldn’t. It’s funny how, sometimes, the only person that can make you feel better, is the one who hurt you, isn’t it?, “Do you understand now why I’m trying so hard Love? I can’t lose you, I thought I would never find love again, but here you are”

“Please, don’t”, I whispered. He tried to pull me to his arms, but I got up, straying from his touch. I wiped the tears and finally looked at him again. Filip grimaced and shook his head, already knowing what I would say next, “You should go Filip”

“Where are you going Love?”, he asked, looking to the floor. I saw his jaw twitch.

“It’s just for a few days”, I answered. He nodded and rubbed his goatee before get up. I embraced myself as he kissed my forehead and turned his back on me, leaving me alone again.

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@supcrinvisible - bucky - continued from (x)

Wouldn’t let anyone shoot in you the first place doll. No one would be able to get that close anyhow. Bucky couldn’t help but be curious though, shooting her a glance while keeping the rest of his focus straight ahead. What’s on your browser history that’s got you so worried anyhow?

“Next time someone volunteers me for a mission, can someone please make sure people aren’t going to be shooting at me. I like computers. And robotics. And you. But not people shooting at me.” They were supposed to be on Intel mission. Just gather a couple hundred gigabytes worth of data from an old Hydra base that was supposed to be abandoned and then go home. Easy. Peasy. NOT. “Oh. Nothing. Well. Never mind. I’ll just write JARVIS a protocol to dump it every twelve hours or so. Some things a father shouldn’t see. And we both know that Tony has no personal boundaries.” She was whispering. Slightly panicking. And yet…. yet she was more worried about Bucky getting hurt than the fact that she was unarmed and very possibly in a lot of danger.

percyyoulittleshit  asked:

Percy/Annabeth- Childhood friends (one is the future ruler of the kingdom)

Four songs have passed since Annabeth snuck away from the ball and slipped outside to a side balcony for some air–ever tired of the politicking, the sweaty hands of lesser nobles looking to impress her, the bright chandeliers and the complicated dancing and the impossibly tight cage of her corset, near suffocating underneath her gown. The stars are beautiful tonight, and the cool air, this far up the mountain, feels amazing against her flushed skin. She breathes, and listens to the distant music from the ballroom, and finds herself surprised, actually, that she’s out here alone, and that it’s taken so long for anybody to find her.

When she turns, the shadows in front of the cracked doorway shift, and Percy emerges from the dark. “You didn’t think I’d let you come out here alone, did you?”

“Didn’t think you’d notice,” she says, holding herself tall. “You stumbled into your knighthood easily enough. What’s one girl in a crowd?”

“Ah, you jest. Easy enough when it’s a princess.” He walks toward her, armor shining in the moonlight, and stands next to her at the railing, resting his gloved hands on the stone. She takes a moment to study his profile–the long line of his nose, the mess of his hair, the way his cheeks color pink as he feels her stare–and when he looks her way, they both smile. “I wouldn’t be a good guard if I didn’t know where you were.”

She sighs. “How many followed this time?”

“Four. Including Lord Octavian, who almost made it to the door.”

“Please tell me you didn’t injure him this time?”

Percy laughs, and Annabeth lets the sound warm her to her toes. She leans against him, rests her cheek against the cold metal at his shoulder, and feels, not for the first time, incredibly thankful to have had him around all these years. She also notices that he doesn’t answer her question, and wonders how many apologies she’ll have to make in the morning.

When Percy reaches over to place his hand over hers, she’s sure whatever fits the nobility may throw will be worth it.

Caffeine and Studying

Almost everyone in my study group had a lot of caffeine today. There were big cups of coffee, cans of Red Bull, and a single packet of Pro Plus in the middle of the table, just daring someone to take them.

And it really made saddened me. Caffeine dependence is an easy and deeply unpleasant cycle to slip into - late nights are one thing, not being able to sleep at all is another. I’m not judging anyone who needs something to get them through an emergency all-nighter, but one of the friends in my study group used to be extremely caffeine dependent, alongside other serious health and diet problems. Now I’m worried about her health.

So please, don’t over-do it during finals. An apple is just as stimulating as a cup of filter coffee. Hot drinks are a great snack while studying, maybe try as many different herbal tea flavours as you can, or even drink a specific flavour when you study a specific subject? 

Please, everyone make sure you’re getting enough rest, I know time can seem very short, too short, but sleeplessness makes you less effective, and will only increase your stress. The time you put into yourself ISmore important than the time you put into your exams and projects. YOU ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOUR STUDIES AND YOU ALWAYS WILL BE.

#lillyfortarget

Alright, so there’s been some backlash in this region of Tumblr about Lilly Pulitzer’s collaboration with Target. Now, obviously Lilly for Target isn’t the same as the shift you bought for Easter from your favorite Lilly store. It’s a different line, similar to the differing lines that Ralph Lauren has. I hate the argument people are putting out there though, that it shouldn’t be done because they don’t want some “basic girl wearing my favorite high class brand.” Fashion is for everybody. Nice brands aren’t supposed to be an exclusive club for the one percent. They’re just well-made clothes that go for a higher price because that’s what it’s worth. What the Lilly for Target line is worth will be less than the rest of the brand’s garments because it will probably not be as well made. Are you also going to fault the same “basic” girl for saving up her money and buying a real Lilly shift because she loves Lilly but can’t afford it all the time like you can? Are you going to fault her for not having access to the wealth and resources you were born into by random chance? Please, grow up and don’t act so spoiled. You are actually asking for a divide between the rich and poor. That is ridiculous. Making fashion accessible to everybody is something worth doing. Zac Posen did a line for Target a few years back. He’s an extremely accomplished designer. Rodarte also did a line for Target. Lilly Pulitzer is in good, stylish company. Besides, the world would be better off if everyone was better dressed.

With love,
Stephanie

dogsandsiths  asked:

can you do a highschool au where ppl think they hate each other but when know one's around they are super in love and coupley?

Your very late trivia prize:

“Group six will be…” Mrs. Thomas, the history teacher saw the looks of apprehension on her student’s faces. This project was worth 20 percent of their final mark and groups were not formed by choice. “Kate Upshaw, Jillianne Yancy, Phil Lester…”

Dan sneaked a look at his boyfriend who sat across the room. To his surprise, Phil was already sneaking a look to. To keep up appearances, Dan scowled at him.

“And Dan Howell. Please get together to make time to meet up outside of class.”

The rest of the class looked around to see the reactions of the two boys. At this tiny school everyone knew everyone else’s business. Phil “The pushover” Lester had fought with Dan in the middle of assembly after overhearing a rather disgusting homophobic slur leave the boy’s mouth. It was Phil’s first and only fight. No one saw it coming and no one really knew what set him off. 

Dan was shamed, getting dragged into the headmaster’s office with a bloody nose. Phil followed with a bloodied fist. Since the incident just a few weeks earlier, the entire student body had their own theories about what went on between them. Some thought it had something to do with a girl they both fancied, others thought they just pushed each other’s buttons. 

The truth was Phil had caught up with Dan a week after their fight behind the town library. Backed into a corner, Dan revealed how he never meant a word he said that day. He had to keep pretending to hate or risk losing his family. Phil understood. His own father rarely spoke to him anymore after he came out. They each apologized. Two weeks later they kissed for the first time. 

To keep Dan’s secret they continued to pretend to hate one another, fearing that Dan would be accused of being gay if seen being friendly with Phil.

But… in the hidden stacks of the library, the back of the movie theater, Phil’s room at 2 am, even the dressing room at the local department store they loved one another. 

Mrs. Thomas cleared her throat waiting for the group to gather at the other side of the room. Dan bit his lip knowing it would only get harder to keep this secret. Phil sat across from him, unable to maintain the look of disdain. How could he? Dan made him smile wider than he ever had before. 

The girls shared a look. Kate finally said, “Try not to kill each other please… at least not until after we turn this in.”

“I can do that,” Phil replied. 

“So can I,” added Dan. 

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As soon as he walks into the house, he hears her rummaging about in the kitchen and he feels his lips automatically curve into a smile and he makes his way toward the kitchen without another thought, thinking how his horrid day had just gotten a whole lot better.

He’s hidden it well but he’s missed her since she left 4 days ago to go visit her friends in that blasted one pony town. He noted she was back early and he couldn’t help but wonder if that was a good or a bad thing?

Stefan had called her to let her know that they had found a way to wake the doppelgänger up from her sleeping curse and so for the first time in almost a decade, Caroline had returned to her hometown.

He had done his best to hide it, to hide his fear that she would return to Mystic Falls and not come back to him once she was in the company of her friends and was reminded of all that she left behind.

He knew that a small town life would never be enough for her but maybe he wasn’t either.

After decades apart, he and Caroline had finally their way back to each other, but even after being with her for 5 years, there was a part of him that still expected her to bolt at any second.

He finds her kneading out a large chunk of dough and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees three trays of freshly baked cupcakes and he can smell something else baking in the oven.

“Are we having a bake sale of some sort, love?”

She looks up and he can see her surprise at seeing him there, making him quirk an eyebrow. She must’ve been really distracted if she hadn’t even heard him come in.

“Caroline, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” she answers quickly, conveniently turning to the sink to wash her hands and not have to face him.

He sighs and is behind her before she can move, resting his hands on her hips and pressing a soft kiss on the side of her neck, breathing in her soft scent that he’s missed.

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